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silverhallow · 3 months

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Bridgerton drabble: A Princess Diaries AU

Part #1 Sophie’s Choice.

A belated birthday gift for @bridgertonbabe and @sophiebernadotte

Wasn’t life as a princess supposed to be fair? Or maybe not fair, that might be the wrong word. She was privileged, she knew that… even if she had only known she was a princess for a few short years.

Royalty led lives that were in the public eye, normally having been raised in that environment, but here she was… sitting in a country that she’d only known about for 4 years, listening to her grandmother scolding her for jeopardising the wedding that was to take place in a few days time, which would then lead onto her coronation a week after that and it was all Sophie could do not to throw up or cry because she knew her grandmother was right… she had ruined everything.

She’d always dreamt she’d marry for love, that she’d find a man that made her stomach fizz, give her butterflies, that would make her heart skip a beat and her palms sweaty and her feet pop when she kissed him. She wanted the kind of love her mother had told her about, that her mother had experienced but due to the unfairness of her situation, it was an arranged marriage or lose her throne. Those were her options.

A throne that until she turned 16, she had known nothing about.

She had been blissfully unaware that her father had been a Prince… Prince of a tiny country in the middle of the Italian and French sea. Her mother had kept it from her, taking that secret with her to her grave.

Her mother had died 10 weeks before Sophie’s 16th birthday, which was the day her entire life changed.

She’d been stopping with her best friend Kate Sharma and Sophie had been in English when the poshest woman Sophie had ever seen in her life came in and dropped the bombshell of all bombshells on her over a cup of tea…

Which she promptly spat all over her “grandmother's” face.

She was a princess.

A bastard princess but a princess nonetheless, and the only living descendant of the Gunningworth line.

Her father, Richard, had passed away 9 months earlier and to Sarah’s knowledge he had been childless.

It was only after discovering something in her late-husband’s writing desk, did she learn that there was in fact an heir.

Her.

Sophie was saving the country from being taken over by the Cavender’s. Their son Phillip had a terrible temper and an even worse reputation at just 17 years old and had once been rulers of their own lands until the people revolted and won back their lands and banished the Cavender’s but their royal blood was connected to Penwood and now it was Sophie, or the Cavender’s and Sarah was determined that her throne would not pass into their hands.

She had learned that Reginald had sent Esme away when she was pregnant with Sophie, he didn’t want a child out of wedlock and he certainly didn’t want the Crown Prince, only Heir to the Throne marrying a commoner and so she’d been paid off and shipped off back to England. He provided money monthly to keep Esme quiet and Esme had been promised that she and her unborn child would be left alone and the secret of Sophie’s birth went to the grave with her.

Reginald had known about Sophie and he had been working out how to tell his wife that they did in fact have an heir and where they could find her, and what had happened, his own guilt weighing in after he’d pressured Richard into a marriage with a woman that bore no children between them other than two step-children who could not inherit the throne but when Reginald died 3 months after Richard it had thrown a spanner in the works as he’d not gotten around to telling Sarah the truth.

Sophie was dumbfounded.

Sarah was Regent, as they had their heir but she was underage and she was able to prevent Cavender getting his hands on the crown.

Since Sophie was underage she would learn the role, but upon turning 20 Sophie was told she’d have to take over the throne, she would get 6 months post her 20th birthday to marry and be crowned Queen otherwise, Cavender would take over.

So Life changed.

Gone were the days she was invisible, where she could blend into the background with Kate, sitting laughing about Shakespere and just being a teenage girl to…

Being a Princess.

She stayed in school but Kate was almost glued to her side. She worked at her studies, she travelled back and forth between the countries as she learned.

Once she was 18, Sophie moved to Penwood and Kate and her family came with her, they’d been her family when she had no one else and Kate wanted to work with Sophie, for Sophie as part of her staff once she’d graduated from University.

And Sophie knew from the moment she moved to her new home that she wanted to be Queen, that she would do anything to be Queen. Her beautiful country that she was learning to love, the rich culture and history that was hers to protect and nourish and the more time she spent there, the more she got to know the people, the more she knew she wanted to be Queen.

So between her studies, her Queen lessons with her Grandmother and getting to know the country’s leaders, she was starting to look for a husband.

Not just any husband, she needed someone titled, not in line for their own throne, someone who understood her importance as Queen. Someone harmless, inoffensive, who would stand there by her side and be a pillar of strength and a symbol but would let Sophie lead.

She would be Queen, and she knew finding a husband would be hard but she had time… or so she’d assumed. She was only 18 after all, she had two years. How hard could it be?

From the moment the plane touched down, Sophie knew that whatever she’d thought her life was going to be like, nothing compared to the circus it was becoming

18 turned into 19 and Sophie had still not found someone that she wanted to marry, any male around her age that would be eligible was not interested in marriage, any man she met at a bar knew who she was and wanted a piece of her as a trophy.

She was to be Queen… Everyone knew that. “Your highness, you must know there isn’t a man on this planet who isn’t interested in marrying you, but it is finding the right person for you who will make your everyday life easier, who makes the mundane fun and who makes you smile” her Prime Minister Edmund Bridgerton had told her as the days got closer to her 20th birthday and she had still not found someone to be her husband, time was running out and she was getting desperate.

“That is all well and good my Lord but I have 6 months, we have 6 months to make this work or everything has been in vain” Sophie sighed during their weekly meeting. Sophie loved meeting her prime minister, They had joked on a number of occasions it was a shame that his title came with his position and didn’t transfer to his children since he had eight of them and the two eldest boys were a little older than Sophie and Kate, she’d yet to meet Benedict who was off travelling and studying and she got on well with Anthony, who was training to take over from Charlie as the Royal Household Chief of Security once Sophie ascended to the throne.

The little wrinkle there was Anthony was dating Kate. Kate was working up to the role of Chief of Staff within the palace and eventually they would run the palace between them and despite their prickly start, Sophie thought they were perfect for one another but it served as an almost daily reminder that she didn’t have that and she needed that. 6 months to fall in love, marry to become Queen…

“There are other ways around it, your grandmother is reluctant to bring it up because she knew how much you wanted to find someone the traditional way but there is always an arranged marriage, I am sure between Ms Gibbons, your grandmother and my wife Violet, they’ll be able to come up with a list of possibilities for you. Aim for friendship first, it worked for your grandmother… love everything else, it is lovely but friendship and companionship will hold you in just as good a stead” Edmund explained

“That’s easy for you to say, you married the love of your live and have 8 children” Sophie replied flippantly but sighed “but I shall think about it, it is likely to be the only option”

“Speaking of my children…” Edmund grinned and Sophie rolled her eyes

“Smooth… what are they after this time?”

“It’s nothing actually just Benedict is back from his travels eventually this weekend after being away for the last two years studying and he is on the last portfolio for his masters and I was wondering if perhaps as a small favour we could add him to your official photographers list up to the coronation and allow him to capture some more… candid photos of the next few months”

“Why not, some candid ones will be lovely I guess after all the formal things…” Sophie said “and i’ll make sure there is a ticket to my 20th birthday party for him as well, if he is back in time that is, it would be nice to meet another of your ridiculous brood. but I will give some thought to your suggestion, having some of those possible bachelors come to the party and meet them…” Sophie sighed.

But after the events of her 20th birthday, Sophie had known it was time.

The only person she’d met the night of her birthday party, the only person she’d felt a connection with had been someone she knew she had no chance with.

She’d been walking through the party, trying to get away from Prince Hans and his incessant staring, as well as Lady Rosamund who was making snide quiet remarks about how it should be her that was going to be queen when Sophie had run straight into a stranger stomping straight on his foot, the most handsome stranger she’d ever met.

It was only after she’d danced and flirted with him and spoke to Kate, did she realise that it was Benedict Bridgerton and it had broken her heart almost instantly.

She’d assumed he was one of the many suitors her grandmother had invited for to meet so to realise who he was, that he was untitled, he was, despite being the son of a Lord, not someone Sophie could ever hope to get to know on a more intimate and romantic level… she knew based on the rules that had been set out for her future husband, it was a no go.

So the morning after her party, she’d called Kate, her grandmother, Ann Gibbons the current chief of staff and Mary and said “it’s time”

A week later she was sitting in the palace movie room with the screens up, profiles up as she looked through all the eligible bachelors that would be interested in an arranged marriage.

Two hours it had taken, going through picture after picture before Sophie had spotted one.

Yes he was a second son but he fit the bill where no one else did. He was the second son of a Duke. His older brother was already married and had twins, their line was secure, he was a Sir. He had a title, a ceremonial one but all the same…

Sir Phillip Crane was everything that Sophie had been looking for.

He was the same age as she was, he was academic, he was cute. He was someone that Sophie could see herself being at least friends with…

It was a start.

And it had turned out Phillip was everything that Sophie could have hoped for. He was kind, he was funny and they seemed to have a lot in common and Sophie knew she’d made the best possible choice…

Or she would have thought so if it wasn’t for Benedict being everywhere she went.

She’d forgotten about her agreement with the Prime Minister and being Anthony’s brother, and he seemed to get on really well with Kate. he was always there.

The torment Sophie felt was horrible, she felt attracted to Benedict in a way she knew she’d never be attracted to Phillip but she knew that she could never be with Benedict and have the life she so desperately wanted.

She wanted to be Queen, she wanted to rule this country that she’d learned so much about, that she was so passionate about and she was close to mucking it all up.

Two weeks before the wedding it all came to a head when during the summer party, Sophie had slipped away from Phillip, leaving him with Kate and Benedict’s sister Eloise as she wanted to get out of her head. Cavender’s son had been lurking and making lurid remarks about her and she just wanted 5 minutes.

She’d given her ladies maids the slip, and was just sitting on the edge of the fountain, trying not to hyperventilate.

She’d not seen Benedict at all during the party, he was employed during these events to take photos as part of her agreement with his father and she knew that it was the last thing she needed. Whilst she desperately craved him to soothe her frayed nerves, she knew being around him was making it worse.

They’d had many a spirited debate about Bryon, about poetry and art and she always seemed to know when he appeared, her skin tingled and pricked but he knew as well as she did, that whatever there was between them, wasn’t possible.

With the way the rules of the country where, fate was destined to keep them apart.

But that day… he’d caught her unaware, they’d given into a moment of weakness and kissed.

It was only when Sophie’s beloved dog Bernie, had come running through the fence with voices behind him, that they’d separated and in their shock at nearly being caught, they had tumbled into the fountain.

It had been the start of her downfall.

She’d confined Kate how she felt about Benedict, how she wished things could be different and she knew that Benedict had felt the same and how she couldn’t have him around her anymore because it was breaking her heart.

Benedict had agreed to step away, to leave his position because he knew the country needed Sophie more than he did and he would never have forgiven himself to do anything that would have ruined her dream to be Queen,

But he’d asked if he could see her one last time before he left, before he walked away and Sophie would marry Phillip and Sophie had agreed as long as no one found out.

But someone had found out. Someone had overheard and warned the press that if someone followed the Prime Minister’s son… they would find a scandal.

And whilst it wasn’t as big of a scandal as it could have been, Sophie and Benedict had just talked, shared a kiss or two, they’d fallen asleep under a tree in the grounds of the castle and it was upon waking that they’d been spotted…

And Sophie was sure her life was going to fall apart.

Sarah yelled at her for over an hour about it, about how she should not be sneaking out and despite the fact she knew how her granddaughter felt about him, she could see how devastated Sophie was about the choice.

Heart or country.

It was a choice she’d known all too well but Sophie knew what she wanted.

What was required of her… it was just a matter of if Phillip would still want to marry her.

“Phillip wait, please! Let me explain! Nothing happened” Sophie said as she ran after Phillip a few hours later after he’d arrived at the palace so they could talk.

“Yes but you went Sophie, you still went didn’t you?” he replied, his voice was strangely calm and not angry and Sophie wasn’t sure if she’d rather he’d been angry or not “I don’t think you understand… despite my geekiness as the press back home call it, I am an extremely eligible bachelor” he said, though Sophie could tell he cringed a bit at the words, knowing he didn’t like to big himself in that way. “I really am. I’ve got plenty of friends, lots of lovely… erm women friends” he said gesturing as they looked at one another

“But i… I still think marriage is a good idea.” he said and Sophie looked up at him in disbelief as Phillip’s face softened as they looked at one another,

“Sophie…” he said, before taking a step forward, placing his hands on either side of her face and kissing her.

It was the first time they’d properly kissed, it had been a brief kiss on the lips when they’d gotten engaged, the same on the balcony when they announced their engagement several weeks ago and as kisses went…

It was the most awkward kiss either of them had ever experienced.

It was like kissing a sibling. It was so awkward Sophie was sure the entire world stopped moving and she could hear the cows in the field several miles away Mooing…

Eventually Phillip pulled away and Sophie with her eyes still shut brought her hand to her lip to almost wipe the kiss off as she had Phillip looked at one another again

“So?” he asked “anything?” already anticipating the answer.

“It was lovely… just… there was no…” Sophie said

“Spark?” they said at the same time and Sophie groaned as she knew what the right thing to do was.

“What are we going to do?” Sophie said her voice breaking a little as she felt herself close to tears. The wedding was a few days away, she’d come this far and now she’d thrown it all away.

Phillip sighed and took a step forward putting an arm around Sophie’s waist, rolling his eyes as the security guards shovelled up the stairs behind them

“No privacy…” Sophie grumbled.

“Sophie… you chose me… and I accepted” he said pressing an almost brotherly kiss on her head “I accepted and so we’re going to stand up in the church next week and say “I do” and become man and wife… and then you’re going to be crowned Queen of Penwood and make the most amazing Queen in the history of this great country” he said tenderly, honestly and a smile on his face that made Sophie feel like perhaps everything could be okay.

“Thank you” she whispered as she kissed his cheek as she smiled back at him.

This was it. Her choice had been made. Country and Duty over her heart. Phillip was a good man and she could do a lot worse…

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peterpparkrr · 1 year

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Pinned (Pt. 8)

Series: Pinned

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Summary: The Reader and Anthony discuss the reality of a future together. Reader knocks some sense into her brother. The Bridgertons meet Anthony’s fiancée.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: After much delay, here’s the final chapter! Aka The HEA that these two deserve. Thank you so much for reading! The epilogue will be coming soon.

prev. part // epilogue

“People will talk,” You protest, shaking your head in disbelief.

Of all the confessions you expected to receive from Anthony Bridgerton, of all of the proposals he could give you, marriage had always been an impossibility.

“If you’re willing to weather the gossip, I am,” Anthony replied calmly.

“People will never accept us, or our children,” You tell him.

“My family has influence, an influence that will always trump that false sense of propriety that some members of society claim to have. And my mother has enough gossip tucked in her pocket to ensure it,” Anthony tells you.

“I won’t pretend, some doors may be closed to our family, but that’s not something that will bother me, I promise.”

“I want to be with you, I’ve spent so much of my life worried about my family's legacies, protecting my family, but I’ve realized that I deserve happiness of my own, a life of my own, separate from all of them,” Anthony tells you.

“I know I’m asking a lot, that this will make us, and any family that we would have, the subject of gossip for the rest of our lives, but I will never stop loving you and I’m ready to fight for you, for us, and the future that I want for us, the family that I want for us.”

“Life is never easy, but it would be worth fighting if I had you by my side,” He tells you, his eyes boring into your own.

“Anthony,” You finally cut him off, still shaking your head.

He holds his tongue and his breath as he waits for your response.

“If your family supports this, then that’s more than enough for me. I love you, and that is all I care about,” You tell him as the emotions begin to well in your throat. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Anthony’s face breaks out into a wide grin as he closes the space between you, pulling you into his arms as he presses himself into you, his arms tight around your middle.

“I never thought I could be so happy,” You admit as the tears shine in your eyes once you break apart just far enough to see his face again, still wrapped up in one another.

“Neither did I,” Anthony replies. “But I’ve recently learned that we both deserve it. To give ourselves a real chance at happiness.”

“I agree,” You reply as you press your lips to his briefly.

“May I?” Anthony asks as he pulls a ring box from his pocket.

“Oh,” You murmur as you press a hand to your lips in surprise.

“It was my mother’s betrothal ring,” Anthony explains as he bends on one knee to put it on your unsuspecting left hand, which still hangs dumbly at your side as he reaches for it, pushing the ring up your ring finger as you watch him silently.

“And now we need to tell people,” You add quietly as you glance back at the road again, recalling that your brother is presumably still waiting somewhere down the block for you to return to him.

“Your brother…” Anthony replies gently.

“Don’t worry about him,” You tell him quickly. “I’ll take care of it.”

Anthony nods.

“I’ll give you two the afternoon to talk, can I retrieve you tomorrow and take you to meet my family.”

“Yes,” You reply.

“Tomorrow,” Anthony tells you as he leans in to kiss you once more before saying goodbye.

“Tomorrow,” You repeat as you watch him go.

Your fiancé.

Oh my.

Once you return to some sense of calmness and normality you return to your brother who is still glowering at unsuspecting passersby on the street.

“Let’s go home,” You tell him as you tuck your hand into his arm and pull him back down the street toward your flat.

Once you’re inside your flat and the door is firmly shut you finally look John in the eye.

“We need to talk,” You tell him plainly as you clasp your hands in front of you.

“I don’t appreciate you speaking around me. Especially in public,” You tell him honestly. Something about you and Anthony admitting that you love each other and agreeing to get married has broken a dam that you didn’t know was inside of you.

“That man-” John starts to argue.

“No,” You cut him off. “You are going to listen to me without interrupting.”

John finally nods and you continue.

“Anthony has asked me to marry him and I have said yes. That is not up for discussion. I am going to marry him. We have his family’s support. And I have his support and his love. I want to be happy.”

John starts to protest and you shake your head quickly.

“I love him, and he loves me, why is it that his family can support this but you can’t?” You ask him.

“Men like that-”

“There are no men like Anthony,” You interrupt. “I’m sorry, but you don’t know him. Certainly not like I do. So how is your prejudice for him as a gentleman any different from the prejudice you have faced for being a laborer?” You ask sharply. Pointing out his hypocrisy bluntly.

“I want you to support this, I truly do, but I do not need your permission to marry,” You tell him. “So are you going to choose me, and support this, or are you going to choose your pride and refuse to accept that he makes me happy because of his title?”

“I…” John flounders for a moment. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him at a loss for words.

Your heart sinks as your worry that perhaps you’ve thrown away the only family that you have in a moment of post-engagement madness.

“I choose you, of course I choose you,” John replies as he shakes his head.

“Good, because I’d really like you to walk me down the aisle,” You tell him as you smile at him in relief.

“I’d be honored,” John replies as he comes up to hug you tightly.

“I’m sorry for getting in the way of things, I love you more than anything,” He murmurs into your hair as he holds you tightly.

“I love you too,” You reply as you squeeze him back.

You felt like you were going to throw up.

When you’d woken up that morning it took you a few moments to remember all of the events of the day before, Anthony finding you, the proposal, your difficult conversation with John. But the engagement allowed you to float through the morning in a bit of a haze.

Even when Anthony came to collect you

But now you were sitting in a carriage, about to pull up to Anthony’s family’s London home. To meet his family. A Dowager Viscountess and her children, one of whom was a Duchess. And try to present yourself as an appropriate match for a Viscount.

You.

Even though Anthony had assured you of his family’s support. Especially his mothers, you had not met them. Other than the time the brothers had come into the shop before all of this had happened, and you were certain none of them would recall that particular meeting. Noblemen never did look servants or hired people in the eyes.

And perhaps that would be for the best.

Anthony squeezed your hand reassuringly as the carriage came to a stop in front of the grand house you knew was the Bridgerton’s residence. Anthony had been talking for most of the ride but you’d stopped listening to him a while ago. You hoped he hadn’t noticed. Or at least, that he didn’t mind.

You let him help you down from the carriage and lead you up the steps and into the house. When Anthony leads you to the drawing room you find the Bridgertons all gathered, all talking amongst themselves until they notice your appearance in the doorway.

“I’d like to introduce you all to Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Anthony announces to the room as the large family falls silent at the interruption. “My fiancée.”

The sudden silence quickly dissolves into an even louder conversation, now directed at the two of you as the family swarms to congratulate you and ask you a host of questions. Mostly about how on earth Anthony had found himself a wife without the rest of them knowing anything about it.

“It’s wonderful to meet you all, I’ve heard so much about you,” You tell them all as Anthony tries to wrangle his siblings so that he can introduce each of them to you.

“Hello, dear,” Lady Bridgerton says as she sweeps you into a hug.

“Lady Bridgerton-” You stammer out.

“Please, call me Violet, I’m just so glad Anthony came to his senses,” She tells you warmly.

“I know Anthony says we have your blessing, but if-”

“I want my children happily married,” Violet replies simply. “If you will make him happy- and I can already tell that you do- then I am thrilled to have you join our family,” She reassures you.

As the younger Bridgerton siblings continue to pepper you with questions about yourself you are hit with a sudden rush of affection for the Bridgertons, a massive family who have already enveloped you into their family as one of their own.

You’d never been part of a real family before. And you’d certainly never dreamed of being a part of a family this big. But as you felt Anthony’s hand brush against your own gently you were certain that this sort of family life would suit you just fine.

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bridgertonbabe · 6 months

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Bridgerton Drabble - Harry Potter AU Edition #6

As quietly as possible Sophie descended down Aubrey Hollow's winding staircase until she reached the ground floor and padded her way into the moonlit kitchen. She stopped by the window above the sink that looked out onto the garden that Colin and his siblings had shown her around earlier, observing a movement in the hedge from which a gnome emerged as he snuck his way back towards the turnip patch Eloise had proudly informed her she had planted with her father. Turning away from watching the garden pest, Sophie went to fetch a glass only to come to a hesitant halt.

Despite Colin's parents telling her to make herself at home and insisting she helped herself to any food or drink without needing to ask their permission first, she was still plagued with the apprehension that had been caused from years of having to share a house with Araminta. Sophie was so accustomed to being scolded for merely existing that it felt almost unnatural to roam about the Bridgertons' humble abode and exercise basic actions like getting something to eat or drink, or to even use the bathroom without anxiously having to ask permission to do so. She knew she had to shake off the hang-ups caused by her wicked stepmother and accept the warmth and kindness that the Bridgertons had welcomed her with, knowing that Araminta's cruelty wasn't the way in which most people treated others.

Once she consciously shook off her anxiety-induced apprehension, Sophie opened a cupboard to grab a glass and then proceeded to pour herself some water from the tap (and purposefully ignored the irrational scenario that played out in her mind of Edmund Bridgerton storming into the kitchen with a face of thunder and hexing her for daring to quench her thirst without asking). While she sipped her drink, she looked around the homely kitchen to study it's smaller details that she had yet to notice, not having had time during her first day at Aubrey Hollow as Colin and his siblings eagerly coveted her attention.

There were well-used cauldrons laying on the draining board in lieu of cooking pots, a small blackboard hanging on the wall with a scheduled menu of the week's dinners (as well as some doodles which varied in skill), and carvings around the edge of the table courtesy of Colin and his siblings marking their territory from the seats they always sat in. Littered on one of the kitchen walls was a sea of framed photos of the Bridgertons and their extended family throughout the years, all perpetually moving as people waved and beamed for the camera. The lone hanging that wasn't of a framed photo on this particular wall was what Sophie had initially thought to be a clock at a quick passing glance, but on closer inspection there were eight additional hands in contrast to a timepiece's typical two, and each of the hands was inscribed with a family member's name. Instead of numbers, there were various phrases such as "home", "school", "work", "hospital", "travelling", "lost", and "mortal peril"; and Sophie realised the clock functioned as a means to indicate the status of each of the family members, seeing as all ten hands were currently pointing at "home".

Sophie smiled as she admired the Bridgertons' kitchen and how starkly it contrasted to the one back home because even though the room was empty of people except her, it was so clearly filled with love and warmth by just how lived-in it evidently was. She just felt so inherently comfortable and at peace even though it wasn't her own homestead, and it was all down to the abundance of affection that radiated through the walls of Aubrey Hollow from all those who inhabited it.

She then noticed how one of the hands on the clock suddenly moved; Eloise's hand had just switched to "no good" at the same time as Sophie heard a door creak open from upstairs. She could have sworn she heard a distant ribbit before another door was creaked open. A few seconds later she heard a squeal, followed by a naughty giggle and the running of footsteps before a door slammed shut, and Eloise's hand clocked back to "home".

"Those hands strike "no good" more often than you'd think living here."

Sophie let out a gasp and jumped, managing to keep a firm hold of her glass of water as she whirled around to see Benedict Bridgerton.

"Sorry, sorry!" he apologised in a hushed tone and immediately held up a reassuring hand to her. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Oh no, I'm sorry." she responded instantly. "I didn't hear you come in, is all." she cringed, feeling momentarily stupid for somehow missing any sound of him moving about the house.

"Don't be sorry." he scoffed and waved off her returned apology. "I just know how to move about without making any noise - unlike some of my siblings." he remarked and pointed upwards just as a door creaked open.

"Eloise!" they heard who Sophie was sure was Daphne hiss indignantly (as the hand bearing her name ticked to "no good") and a door slam after her before muffled squeals started up a couple of floors above them.

"I hope their antics didn't wake you up."

"Oh not at all." Sophie replied.

"Ah, so Colin's snoring woke you up?" Benedict smirked.

"He doesn't snore!" she gently giggled.

"Soph, I know you're an incredibly nice person but there's no need to lie for Colin's benefit. He's fallen asleep on the sofa enough times to prove the fact that he does snore."

"Be that as it may, it didn't disturb me." she said truthfully; her best friend's snoring was gentle enough that it hadn't kept her awake - in fact she found it comforting, knowing she wasn't alone and she had actually fallen asleep quicker as a result. "I was just thirsty."

Benedict nodded in acknowledgement with an easy smile aimed at her. Sophie was just grateful that the dim source of light was able to hide the blush that spread across her face as a result of his smile (not to mention just being in his presence in general).

"Were you grabbing a bite a to eat too?"

"Oh, no!" Sophie shook her head quickly. "No, no; just water."

"Soph; you are allowed to help yourself if you did want something to eat." he said, his gaze softening at her. "You know that right?"

"Oh, yes. Of course." she nodded agreeably. "I'm just not hungry, is all."

"Ah. So you wouldn't be interested in joining me for a midnight chocolate feast?" he asked, cocking an amused brow.

The mention of chocolate instantaneously piqued Sophie's attention, which got a laugh out of Benedict from the way in which her eyes lit up and rounded with curiosity.

"Well... if you're offering." a small smile played on Sophie's lips.

Glancing back and forth from the two empty doorways that led out of the kitchen to assure the coast was clear, Benedict then took a couple of steps forwards until he was practically toe to toe with Sophie (which caused her to worry that he was now close enough to hear the sound of her heart racing due to their narrowed proximity).

"Can you keep a secret?" he whispered.

Sophie successfully managed to restrain the gulp she wanted to swallow as she answered with a nod - after all, she had successfully been keeping her crush on the boy stood in front of her a secret since she had met him.

With an approving grin he then stepped over to the brick wall covered with photos and took off a frame containing a picture of a younger Violet Bridgerton with a baby boy in her arms.

"Oh my goodness, is that you?" Sophie gasped as she noticed the finger paint dirtying the little boy's hands that he used to grab a hold of his mother's face and plant a kiss on her cheek, much to Violet's heart-filled amusement as she laughed.

"Yeah." he confirmed, exhaling affectionately as he glanced at his infant self nuzzling into his mother's face.

"Aw, you're adorable!" she cooed, taking the frame from him and fondly watching the moving photo as baby Benedict pulled himself away from embracing his mum long enough to give his trademark lopsided grin to camera.

"Eh, my parents say Colin was the cutest baby." Benedict shrugged off and nodded to a nearby solo photo of Colin at six months. "The chubbier the baby, and all that."

Sophie glanced at the baby photo of her best friend, who indeed was undeniably adorable with his chubby little limbs and giggle-filled smile; but then all of the baby photos hanging on the wall proved that that the Bridgertons simply produced exceedingly adorable babies. But as ridiculously cute as chubby baby Colin was, Sophie couldn't help but be drawn back to the photo in her hands of baby Benedict, the sight of which melted her heart as she watched him kiss Violet's cheek again. The image only fuelled her the various fantasy scenarios she harboured, the ones she came up with in bed at night that she had been nurturing for the last year, fantasies that primarily involved Benedict reciprocating his love for her, marrying him and starting a family with; and the visual image of having a baby identical to Benedict to be bestowed adorable kisses from with paint-stained hands only made her heart flutter and her feelings for Benedict deepen.

"Okay?" Benedict uttered to regain Sophie's attention.

She nodded, holding onto the frame but watching intently as Benedict touched a brick that had been hidden by the photo that had previously been hanging there. He then touched a few more bricks in a specific order and touched the first brick again, and then much to Sophie's amazement the series of bricks he had touched momentarily glowed before moving away to reveal a hole in the wall. She watched as Benedict reached in and then casually extracted a box of Honeydukes chocolates.

He turned back to her and smirked at the awed expression on Sophie's face. "Mum magicked it up for me." he explained. "Since Colin has a tendency to swipe snacks regardless if they don't belong to him, mum decided to create a hidey hole for me to stash my sweets in."

Sophie peered into the newly formed hole in the wall and cast her eyes across the stash of snacks Benedict had stored away from Colin's greedy prying eyes, captivated by the use of magic Violet had used to create the pocket in the first place.

"So only you and your mum know about this?"

"And now you."

Sophie looked to him, her heart skipping a beat as he caught her gaze and winked at her.

"Honeycomb truffle?" he said, offering out the chocolate tray he had just opened.

Together they indulged in the array of chocolates Honeydukes had to offer, with Sophie trying her best to restrain herself from making any sound effects as she savoured the delectable flavours she tasted, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of her crush.

"I hope my siblings didn't overwhelm you too much today." Benedict remarked as he sized up which chocolate to have next.

"Oh, not at all."

After resting for a few hours following her dramatic escape from her bedroom-turned-prison, and once Violet had ensured she had eaten a full breakfast, the younger five Bridgerton siblings were all keen to garner Sophie's attention. For the entire day, despite Colin's best efforts to hog his friend all to himself, his sisters and little brother refused to leave Sophie alone and trailed after the pair from room to room, indoors and outdoors.

"It's fair enough if they did; they overwhelm me at the best of times." he snorted.

"I mean, it was a lot all at once, but it made for a nice change." Sophie replied in earnest.

She was so accustomed to a home where she felt an innate sense of loneliness that it was nothing short of welcome relief to be surrounded by so many people chatting away incessantly and tugging on her arm to get her attention. Especially after ten days locked away in a bedroom with only Posy briefly talking to her from the other side of the door when Araminta wasn't around to yell at her.

"I should warn you, after today you're now Hyacinth's new favourite person."

Sophie grinned as she reflected on how the youngest member of the family had instantly taken to her when Edmund brought her down to the breakfast table. The two year old had spent the best part of the meal staring wide-eyed at the new person, utterly intrigued by everything Sophie said and did. Then as soon as Colin announced he was going to give Sophie a tour of Aubrey Hollow, a tiny hand had slipped into Sophie's and she had looked down to find Hyacinth smiling coyly up at her. The toddler had been attached to her since then, never letting go of her hand for the entirety of the tour, and when Sophie sat down Hyacinth proceeded to sit on her lap and babble away nonsensically to her. The little girl had even thrown a tantrum when at dinner Colin insisted his friend sat in between him and Benedict, only calming down when Edmund sat her down in the chair directly across from Sophie. And finally when it was time for bed, Hyacinth had marched over to Sophie and handed her the bedtime story she wanted to be read to her, and Sophie happily obliged, sitting by the little girl's bedside and reading to her until she had fallen asleep.

"I'm sure she'll have lost interest by tomorrow." Sophie shrugged off modestly.

"Oh, no." Benedict shook his head and chuckled. "That's not how Hy operates. When you're her favourite person, she's obsessed. She pretty much imprints on you and refuse to leave your side."

"Who was her favourite person before?"

"She goes through cycles. She's definitely a daddy's girl but whenever Anthony's home for the holidays she's permanently attached to him. She goes through phases with Daphne, she's on and off with Greg, and whenever El's friend Penelope comes to visit she refuses to leave her alone no matter how much El shouts at her." Benedict elaborated. "But I can tell you now, until we go back to Hogwarts, she's going to be your little shadow. Don't worry though, we'll all try to rein her in,"

"Oh, that's not necessary." Sophie assured him. "I'd be more than happy to spend time with her. I always wanted a baby sister." she said sincerely, having wished for so long for a younger playmate when it was just her and her dad.

"You're really sweet, you know that?" Benedict smiled at her (oblivious to how his words directly caused the rosying of his companion's cheeks). "Probably the sweetest person to ever grace Aubrey Hollow, actually. I can't remember the last time someone walked into my room and actually apologised for disturbing me."

"I am really sorry if I did." Sophie added immediately.

"Don't be silly." he waved off. "It wasn't even you who barged in."

During Colin's tour as he led Sophie and the gaggle of younger siblings through the house, she had been shown everyone's bedroom with the younger siblings eager to show her every last toy and poster and miscellany possible. She hadn't expected Colin to then march right into Anthony's bedroom, who had immediately barked at them all to get out and stay out (though the eldest brother had then stuck his head out the door and told Sophie he wasn't aiming any of his anger at her), only for Colin to then barge right into Benedict's bedroom as well. Unlike Anthony, Benedict hadn't chastised the uninvited guests to his room and had happily sat back as Colin and the rest of his younger siblings showed Sophie around the bedroom which was situated the highest in the house. She had tried her best to play it cool the most during the tour of his bedroom; her eyes perusing intently over his artwork, scanning over his desk cluttered with sketchbooks and paints and ornaments, and giving Clement a stroke as he dozed in his cage by the window overlooking the countryside that stretched out around Aubrey Hollow.

"And besides, you think I'm not used to my family barging into my room at any given moment?"

"I know. I just wouldn't want to bother you and disturb your peace."

"Soph; you could never disturb my peace." he told her in earnest and nudged his shoulder against hers. "In fact, I exclusively give you permission to disturb me as and when you feel like."

Sophie giggled and even though she was sure Benedict was joking, it still made her giddy that he was being so kind and welcoming to her.

"And after saving me from my stepmum, I give you permission to disturb me too. If you so choose to." she returned in kind while trying to ensure she didn't cross any line which he might interpret to be flirting (as she would be mortified if she ever gave any suggestion to the true depth of her feelings for him).

There was a beat of silence where Sophie chewed on a particularly sticky toffee chocolate and she assumed Benedict was similarly munching on an equally tough bite of toffee to explain the silence between them.

"Has she always been like that?"

Sophie turned to him, mildly confused by Benedict's line of questioning that had soured his light jovial tone into a more serious one to match the newly drawn frown on his face.

"Who?"

"Your stepmum."

"Oh." Sophie uttered as she realised Benedict's question was referring to the way Araminta had gone to strike her before he had inadvertently intervened. "Well... she never liked me. She always argued with my dad about it."

"About what?" Benedict's frown deepened.

Sophie gave a small shrug. "My existence, I guess. I don't know. It's like the second she saw me, I instantly got under her skin. And no matter how hard I tried I could never win her round. Even though I was always good, I never misbehaved, I always tried to please her... I don't know, she just never liked me. Or even tried to like me."

Benedict shook his head sympathetically as he listened. "Did your dad know? About her... hitting you?"

"She never did it while he was alive. It was only after he died that she hit me at will. Not all the time, to be fair. Only when she was really mad at me."

"But why would she be mad with you?" Benedict asked, his jaw clenched the further Sophie expanded on the subject.

"Rosamund would make up stuff about me, like I had finished the last of the sweets or had played dress up with her clothes and spilled stuff on them when it was actually her. It didn't matter that Posy tried to back me up, she'd still hit me. And basically anything that went wrong in the house, for some reason she'd blame me and attack me for it."

"I'm so sorry you ever had to go through that." Benedict said after a beat of silence.

"It's not your fault." Sophie shrugged.

"But Sophie, you shouldn't have suffered any of it. And you're a child; even if you did anything remotely wrong it doesn't give her any right to hit you!" Benedict shook his head with frustration. "And the fact that she disliked you from the off... I just can't wrap my head around it. How anyone could not like you or even reach a point of hating you?"

"But that's just life, right? Not everyone you meet is going to like you."

"No, Sophie. You're the sweetest, kindest, loveliest person I've ever met." he told her, causing Sophie's heart to clench from the glowing perception he had of her. "It's literally impossible for anyone to meet you and instantly dislike you - and it's a reflection on how awful a person someone must be if they do."

"Well, Araminta is a pretty awful person."

"Not just awful. Nasty. Vile. Horrible. Wicked. Cruel. She's detestable."

"Can't argue with you on any of that." Sophie replied light-heartedly.

"It's just... it genuinely upsets me to know that you endured any of that, Sophie. That anyone could ever physically hurt you or make you feel bad about yourself. You don't deserve it, any of it. You're far too wonderful to have someone like her in your life. She's just a monster - and you know what, I don't even regret accidentally using magic against her."

"It's okay, Ben." she said, reaching out and squeezing his hand as she realised just how emotional he was getting. "I'm safe now. You and Colin and Anthony made sure of that, and I'll be forever grateful to you all for saving me and to your family for taking me in. It means the world to know that I have a family as caring as yours looking out for me."

She hadn't expected it when he then hugged her tight, and just like she savoured the chocolates they had been sharing, she savoured the sudden embrace for all it was worth, indulging in the feeling of his arms wrapped around her and just how safe, protected, and cared about he made her feel. She tried to squash any feelings bubbling away in her heart that tried to get her hopes up by making her believe that this was a sign he might like her just as much as she liked him; instead she focused on relishing the fact that he was clearly very fond of her, even if it was just platonic on his part.

"You're one of the family now, Soph. You always will be." he told her before pulling away. "You're stuck with us now, I'm afraid."

"Hey, so long as you're willing to share your stash of chocolate with me, I'll happily stick around." she teased back and finally the mood lifted as she managed to get a chuckle out of him.

Benedict then replaced the chocolate box back in it's hidey hole before closing the wall back up and putting the photo back where it belonged. Together they then walked up the stairs until they reached Colin's bedroom on the floor below Benedict's.

"Thanks again." Sophie whispered. "For everything."

"Don't mention it." he smiled back. "We could meet again tomorrow night, seeing as we didn't finish the box."

"Sounds like a plan." she smirked back, schooling her face to veil just how thrilled she was to plan another tête-à-tête with him for the following night.

"Goodnight, Soph."

"Goodnight, Ben."

With one last parting smile, he continued to ascend the staircase and Sophie slipped back into Colin's bedroom. Her friend had remained utterly undisturbed as his gentle snores continued while Sophie got back into her bed. She turned on her side and closed her eyes, her mind filled with the midnight meeting she had just had with the object of her affections. With a smile on her face she indulged in one of her many fantasies, one which now included an adorable baby identical to the photo of Benedict that she cuddled as she shared a box of chocolates with her husband; a fantasy which squeezed at her heart as she blissfully drifted off to sleep.

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pensbridge · 8 months

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Bridgerton x Pride & Predjudice Drabble

[Colin after holding Penelope's hand when failing to apologize from their encounter, as she looks ill over the Lady Whistledown secret and all unfolding around them]

"He supposed he should have deemed the evening a failure for that reason alone. But in all truth, he couldn't quite bring himself to do so. After all he'd spent the better part of five minutes holding her hand." [RMB~Ch. 11]

Once Penelope pulled away, against his own jurisdiction nor any reasoning he could conjure in a moment's notice, Colin shuddered longing for a touch he'd never really known. He missed the consistency of her presence, this deep-seated reliability..perpetual like a singular promise in this uncertain world. It was a constant and an unfamiliarity in all the years of them knowing each other. Instinctively, something occurred at his very side—the unconscious flick and twitch of his forelimbs. Without knowledge nor any autonomy of his reflexes, he adjusted his hand, flexing in a manner that one could not differentiate between re-longing, subconscious intuition of something that's always been there, or an attempt to rid this newfound urge he'd detected. Perhaps it could have been all three; not even Colin could articulate the chaos running through him. Was this a feeling he's always acquired? Was this feeling anything at all or was it something destined to fade as the weeks come to pass? The unrestrained part of Colin seemed to want to remember the feeling, not that he would have any choice of the matter; he would have that engraved for a long time and surely it would be the only thing he would be able to think about for the next few days.

#bridgerton fic #bridgerton drabble #polin fic #polin #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #romancing mister bridgerton fic

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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can i request an anthony bridgerton x reader fic where he’s tired from all his work and the reader visits him at his work room and he cuddles her and leans into her touch and became all cuddly to the reader?

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pairing: Antony Bridgerton x (gender neutral) Reader

summary: encouraging Antony to take a break from all his work and come cuddle instead

warnings: none it’s just fluff

You hear a deep sigh just as you walk past Antony’s study. It was already very late; indeed you had been on your way to bed when you heard the sound.

You knock gently before inching open the study door. You find Antony slumped back in his chair, his hands covering his face, a dozen papers strewn haphazardly across the desk in front of him.

“Are you alright my love?” You ask softly when he doesn’t acknowledge your coming into the room.

“Hmm?” He looks up, blinking his tired and sore eyes.

“I said, are you quite alright my love? You look throughly exhausted.”

Antony takes a deep sigh and rakes a hand through his already messy hair.

“Hm, no I’m fine” he lies, still blinking his weary eyes.

“Don’t you lie to me, Antony Bridgerton” you chastise playfully as you walk over to him, closing the study door behind you.

You walk round the side of desk and lean on it just in front of Antony, your hands lightly gripping the edge for support. You gently nudge Antony with your foot.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong” you coax gently.

Antony shakes his head.

“It’s not that anything is wrong, exactly. There’s just a lot to do and there seems to be no bloody time to do it” he exhales. “Or rather, it’s as if somehow the workload never seems to actually decrease despite the fact that I am practically in here doing said work almost 24/7” he huffs.

“Mmm” you agree with a knowing look.

Antony sees the look on your face and instantly his expression changes to one of sympathy and sorrow. He reaches out to take one of your hands, holding it in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles gently.

“I’m sorry my darling” he looks at you earnestly. “I know I’ve been neglecting spending time with you. It’s not fair on either of us.”

“I have to agree with you there” you smile gently at him.

“Come here” he whispers, tugging on your hand, coaxing you into his lap.

You allow yourself to be pulled into his lap, sitting on his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your body, holding you tight against him. You gently scratch the back of head and neck with your nails, listening to the small hum of satisfaction that leaves Antony. He rests his head on your chest and you in turn rest your chin on the top of his head. The two of you stay like that for a while, not speaking, just enjoying the feeling of being close, listening to the gentle crackling of the fireplace.

“I’ve missed you” he sighs softly against you chest.

He then leans back to look up at you.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so distant. Locking myself away in the study almost all day every day. There’s just so much paperwork” his eyes look almost sad behind weariness.

“It’s okay, I understand” you cup his cheek gently. “But I think you’ve done enough for today.”

You trace a finger down his face softly, smiling warmly at him. You then get up off his lap, holding onto his hand and pulling lightly.

“Come Mister Bridgerton, I think it’s time for a nightcap.”

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A/N: thank you so much for the request lovely!! I really hope you liked it <33

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mothdruid · 2 years

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hey abby!! hope you're having a lovely sunday 💖

hand-holding (pressing the other’s hand against their cheek), kisses (“we’ll see each other again” kisses), touching (touching foreheads) with anthony pls 🥺

AHHHHHH, this is so fucking cute nik !!!

Anthony pressed your hand to his cheek, smiling at the warmth radiating from your hand. It was tragic, the current situation. This was the final moment the two of you would spend together before you went to the country side with your family. His legs were still slotted between your own, your nude bodies pressing together in the most innocent way.

This was what you would miss all summer, miss this intimacy. You knew that Anthony had a reputation, but that had changed since the two of you became involved. "But what if you move on? I'll be gone for quite some time and I ju-" His lips pressed against your own. It was a gentle kiss, one full of promise and love.

"We'll see each other again, I promise. You make it sound as if you are leaving forever." Anthony pressed his forehead to your own, his hands sliding up the side of your thigh to your waist. His eyes were innocent and soft, carrying so many emotions in them.

"I just don't want you to forget me, Anthony." You looked away from his gaze, exposing the skin of your neck to him. His lips connected to your neck, nipping at the skin softly. The hand on your waist tightened as he grinded his hips against you.

"I could never forget you."

send me a touch prompt for anthony, benedict, or colin

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livingonfanficseyra · 2 years

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The Portrait

Thomas Armitage was considered one of the most coveted portraitists in London and his talent for capturing real life people on canvas was almost unrivalled.

When a letter arrived on a Tuesday morning requesting his services for painting a portrait of the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton, he believed that it was going to be another typical painting session, where the gentleman and the lady stood and/or sat stoic with the room feeling cold and emotionless just like the people inhabiting it. He could finish his work in around six sittings, it was a simple and trouble-free affair where the pay was rewarding, if not the work and he didn't have to think twice before accepting the offer. He could get a handsome sum and spend time on actual art that he was passionate about without worrying about money for a few months.

Thomas arrived at Aubrey Hall on a Friday morning. He got out of carriage and looked around, he was truly impressed by the beautiful estate, its well maintained green grounds already giving him ideas to begin. But first, he wanted to get a look at the subjects that he was painting.

He had heard of the Viscount, the most eligible bachelor of the prior season though that was not a guarantee of his beauty or character, people in the Ton might have been looking at the title and not the person. However, he did remember reading in the gossip sheets about him being a rake, so there was a probability that the Viscount was a good-looking charmer, but then again, he had money and power.

Coming to the Viscountess, he had read about her in the papers when their engagement was announced. Kate Sharma was the sister of the Diamond of the season, he remembered reading about her being compared to a singed flower. The most eligible bachelor of the season married the sister and not the diamond, that indeed was curious to him. He decided that he will refrain from making any judgements before meeting the two of them.

A footman came and ushered him inside. The inside of the building was as beautiful as it was on the outside and he looked around in appreciation.

The footman led him to the morning room and he entered inside.

Did the man not announce his arrival to the Viscount and Viscountess?

On the couch at the left side of the room sat a chestnut-haired man, his arms around a beautiful woman and a golden-white corgi relaxing on the rug near their feet. The man and woman were laughing softly, unaware of his presence, the room felt warm and cozy and even though their positions were not in any way scandalous, he felt like he was interrupting an intimate moment.

He softly cleared his throat and the two of them turned their head and looked at him.

“Hello! You must be Mr. Armitage. Welcome to Aubrey Hall. I hope you had a pleasant journey?”

The Viscount spoke from his seat, comfortably perched next to his wife, uncannily resembling a rosy-faced lovebird.

Thomas looked at them, feeling quite awkward and replied,

“Yes, sir!”

“Anthony!” The woman whispered and he seemed to realize his mistake.

The Viscount stood up from the couch, his left hand not leaving his wife’s shoulder.

“My apologies!”

The Viscount smiled at him warmly, flashing his dimples. He came forward and greeted Thomas.

“Welcome to Aubrey Hall, Mr. Armitage!”

“Thank you, my Lord!”

“Mr. Armitage, may I introduce my wife, Lady Kate Bridgerton.”

Lady Kate Bridgerton had curly black hair and a warm smile. He knew that the papers, the gossip columns especially, exaggerated, but comparing this lady to a singed flower was an outright lie.

Thomas curtsied. “Pleasure to meet you, my lady.”

“I’ve had the pleasure of viewing your work, Mr. Armitage and I truly admire your paintings.”

Lady Kate Bridgerton smiled at him politely.

“My wife is an artist herself.” The Viscount added before Thomas could reply, his chest puffing with pride.

“The Viscount exaggerates. I water colour landscapes mostly, nothing as illustrious as yours.”

“I beg to differ. The Viscountess is just being modest.”

The Viscount was looking at his wife longingly, his hand now resting on her waist. The two of them continued staring at each other, lost in themselves.

Thomas found that the room suddenly felt stifling, despite it being mid-November and for the second time in the brief ten minutes, he felt like he was interrupting them. He now knew why the footman did not announce his arrival. If the Viscount and Viscountess continued to act like this, his job was going to take much longer. He wished that he had done some research about his clients before accepting this engagement.

Normal, boring couples of the society, trapped in loveless marriages were far easier to manage than lovesick couples who clearly haven’t completed their honeymoon.

Thanks for reading! Please let me know if you enjoyed it. 💖

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apinchofm · 8 months

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Requesting Kanthony # 17

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

Kate glared at Lord Bridgerton. She did not need him stating the obvious. The moment the lift jolted, her heart dropped with it.

"Bloody old building..." He muttered, pressing the alert button.

"The palace of Westminster is certainly up to scratch, my lord." Kate said sarcastically as she took out her phone.

He narrowed his eyes. All day she had been poking at his status and previous voting records. He was, technically a Tory peer after all. But it was an inherited title! And well, he liked having access to Whites.

Anthony had thought Eloise had a good point to recommend Kate Sharma to advise him for this care bill but all they did was butt heads. And now they were stuck in a lift.

"Tweeting about the waste of tax payer money used in the refurbishment because you're stuck with a Tory?" Anthony asked sarcastically and she glared at him.

"I'm supposed to pick my sister up from the train station. She's home from uni only for the weekend." Kate said and groaned in frustration when she saw her message wouldn't send.

"Oh." Anthony replied, "I didn't realise."

"What?"

"I thought you were an only child." Anthony shrugged, "You have that sort of...vibe."

"Vibe?" She repeated, her voice slightly raised. If he continued, Kate was sure only one of them would emerge from this elevator alive but it appears that Viscount Bridgerton had little tact.

"You seem, well, a little cold." Anthony said and immediately regretted it.

Kate scoffed, "Says the man who voted against the expansion of maternity leave and care."

"I didn't think the bill went far enough!"

She raised an eyebrow, "You didn't?"

"No, I wanted... I wanted to rally for more maternal and paternal leave. That's why I called you in."

He had read her article arguing for better maternity care for marginalised people in the UK and knowing that she has been so steadfast as a barrister too, he wanted to meet her.

Kate uncrossed her arm, "Well, that is certainly unexpected."

"I have sisters. My mother had a few difficult births." He shrugged, "Not that she didn't have great care but..."

"Luckier than most women."

He nodded in agreement, "She was. And that's why I want to do more. I know what you think of me - a heartless prick who took his inherited seat because he felt like it. But I want to help people."

Kate studied him, his brown eyes gentle with sincerity.

"Okay, then." Kate conceded, "Can I tell you what I think is needed, without your interruptions?"

Anthony chuckled, "Please do."

#lawyer kate and peer anthony #kathony #prompts #bridgerton drabble

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sophiamariabeckett · 8 months

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The odds of meeting one specific person in your life is a 0.001 chance – out of all of the train routes and all of the cabins Sophie was in the same one as him.

#omg she posted here #trying to get back into this blog #fun fact that's Luke's chest lol #belle writes stuff #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #bridgerton drabble

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babyfacebuttercup · 2 years

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Run Away Heart

A\n: sorry I took so long I have a lot of writing to catch up on. So hopefully this can hold you all over until I can get to your request. And other stuff I promised.

Hurried footsteps can be heard throughout the estate. Excitement fills the halls of Lady Danbury’s estate, servants rush to get everything ready for your arrival. It was an exciting day in deed, you have been studying abroad. For a few years and you have decided it is time for you to come home. It was a long time coming for you to step back onto familiar shores.

But back at the estate Lady Danbury had something to say to the staff. Straitening up at the top of the front door of her home, leaning on her classic cane for support. Noticing the chatter had died down amongst the staff, the elder women begins. “Everyone look presentable and straighten up! I can trust all of you to treat her with the upmost respect?” Lady Danbury’s eyes scan the line of the house staff. With a confident and excited, “Yes, my lady!” Which brought a smile onto the older women’s face. With a curt nod, the lady of the house makes her way through. The sea of faces who have worked for her family for many years. Making it to the front of the crowed she stands with pride awaiting her child.

As the carriage made it's way into the courtyard you can hardly contain your excitement! You longed for your mother all these years and here she is! At first you didn't see her in the crowed of the staff, making your smile faulter slightly. But you continue to scan the area and you see her standing in the front. Lady Danbury's eyes welled with tears seeing her child come home. Before the horses stopped you didn't even wait for the groomsman. The poor man couldn't even protest, because you were already opening the carriage door.

"Mother!" You made a mad dash for your mother with open arms. She can only stand laughing at your childish ways. "Oh my darling Y/n, I've missed you so much!" She says as your bodies meet and you can only hold one another. "It's been so long I've longed for your hugs and advice mother." Your eyes fill with tears clutching Lady Danbury, over the past nine years all you thought of was mother. She was all you had since your father had passed on. It was a lot to carry on the both of you, and your mother thought it would be best to send you away. So you were sent away to your beloved aunt in the country side. It was peaceful and slow paced you needed that, when your father died it felt like everything was 1,000 miles. But your mother couldn't let you see her falling apart as much as it pained her to send you away. But that's not long over and you are finally home.

"Now that you are home my child let me get a good look at my daughter!" The older women says pulling back to look at you while you wipe away your tears. Smiling slightly seeing the love in her eyes, doing as your mother says. You step back letting her taking you in with her eyes, "My you have grown into a beautiful women and I am so happy to be with you again y/n."" Tears for in your mother's eyes," Oh mother you are too much! You and I could be seen at sisters given this youthful glow about you." You reply back making the elderly women smile brightly. But she wasn't the only one taking you in, the staff who Lady Danbury had long forgot was there behind her. Were delighted to see you since they watched you since you were a child. And here you are all grown up, hearing a small sniffle your eyes leave your mother. But brighten to see the loyal staff of your family's estate welcome you home.

Following your eyes your mother turns around and remembers the staff. “ my word I can’t believe I forgot! The staff was more than ecstatic to see you return home safe and sound.” Your mother says as you walk through the crowd of servants. As each one either nods or curtsies slightly to you. Some smiling and others eyes filled with tears, it’s been so long since so many of them have seen you. But your heart swells knowing that so many people cared for you. your brown eyes go from face to face, you notice that there are a lot of new faces here. More specifically you notice a lot of men about your age. If you catch your eye You try not to make it obvious, that you clearly like what you see. A few of them blush in the rest, clearly are on cloud nine just from that small interaction. Soon your mother trails behind you following you into the house. Chattering away at everything that has happened while you’ve been gone. Leaving The head of the staff to deal with the rest of the servants.

Knowing what they all have to do the small crowd seems to disperse. After the ladies of the house disappear into the estate. “Wasn’t she beautiful? Her eyes felt like she can see how fast my heart beats for her!” Said Samuel who was one of the horse handlers. If you of the other handlers could only laugh at the young man.

Saying that he was already loves sick ,Samuel was about 6 foot two and slender but he had muscle. He wasn’t the weakest but he also wasn’t one of the strongest, he kept his hair back. Samuel was a beautiful dark brown man, and they caught the attention of a lot of women. As well as his tight curls he keeps out of his face while he worked. But sometimes that couldn’t be helped in Samuel’s case, he also had a distinctive birthmark on his eye. Setting him apart from the other men on the grounds. You could say that he was different for most people, by that I mean he was extremely energetic. And that caused him to be extremely clumsy and a lot of people disliked him. Along with that he was easily distracted, and seeing you was a pure Indication of that.

A rough hand grabs onto Samuel making him turn around. Getting ready to yell at whoever, is holding on to him. Only to lay eyes on his older brother Magnus. He was slightly taller than Samuel, but he was more of a polished man. In his position he had to be. Magnus was one of The closer people to the lady of the house. She organized her schedules, send out invitations to balls and greeted guest with Lady Danbury. Magnus sported long hair like his childish brother. Which came to just below his shoulders, and he kept it in a braid at all times. It was easier to manage he would always say to anyone who asked.

But Magnus basically watched over his younger brother acting as guardian. Since their parents had long passed away it was up to him to take care of his younger brother. “ don’t you dare think about it! Leave her be! You will stay away from her. Unless you were called upon by her, I don’t need to be made a fool in front of Lady Danbury.” Snatching his sleeve back now standing face-to-face fully with his brother.

Samuel only rolls his eyes, “ you don’t need to tell me that. You think I don’t know the rules? She wouldn’t favor me anyway I mean look at me.” He says gesturing to his stable uniform. Pinching the bridge of his nose having little to no patience for Samuel. “ As long as you understand that’s all that matters. Get these childish emotions out of your system, we have work to do in there’s no time for this. Everything has to be perfect for the ball coming in a few days.”

This is Samuels first time hearing this news shooting a confused look at his brother.” So soon? I thought the Bridgerton’s ball wasn’t for another month? At least that’s what Lady Whistledown says.” Now folding his arms and shaking his head. “Regardless of what that crockpot says Lady Danbury has prepared a ball. To introduce her daughter into society, since she’s been away for so long and didn’t get a chance. That’s neither here nor there you will not mess this up. I need complete understanding from you Samuel. Because if not I will take your horse clippers and chop your hair off.” Magnus can only stay with a smile. As his younger brother can only look at horror at him. Which feels the older man with slight joy, knowing that he has instilled some fear into his sibling. ”Now with that I have work to do and so do you. I suggest you pretend as if she doesn’t exist, remember no speaking or looking at her.” Before Samuel can even protest his older brother is following the trail of Lady Danbury and you inside.

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utterlyinevitable · 2 years

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I Loved You First (4/6)

Part I ⩫ Part II ⩫ Part III

IV. He sought after her thoughts on nearly every topic

Pairing: Colin x Penelope Rating: G

Series Summary: What if Colin loved Penelope first

a/n: this is the first scene i wrote of the series. one lil’ colin bridgerton calling on one penelope featherington for the first time, out of the blue.

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They found one another throughout the summer, both on purpose and by chance. Colin even offered to accompany her and Eloise on walks, (much to his sister’s dismay), just to hear Penelope’s thoughts on whatever possessed them that day. If it was the weather, or what she was reading, or what soapbox Eloise was forcing her to go along with. He wanted to know her favorite snacks and meals; if she preferred tea or lemonade and why. What she would like to be doing instead of being here in London, what she had been doing summers of late. He would rather hover around them for a moment of pleasant conversation than galivant around Mayfair with his friends.

Three weeks before the season’s end, Colin called on Penelope - a book in hand.

He hadn’t told anyone where he was going, leaving Number 5 and sauntering down Bruton Street until he reached the Featherington House on Mount Street. It was ten in the morning and Colin was fairly certain most distinguished families would have long sat for breakfast by now, yet early enough that Penelope wouldn’t have departed for the day.

“May I help you?” the Featherington footman greeted.

“I am Colin Bridgerton. Here to speak with Miss Penelope Featherington.”

“Colin?” he heard her voice in a doorway just beyond the foyer, head peeking around their footman.

Colin entered on his own accord, meeting her in the entrance of the drawing room.

“I thought you might like this,” he presented the leatherbound book. “I read six pages and knew I had to bring you a copy.”

“Oh-” he watched her eyes rove the cover. She looked up at him with the sweetest of smiles. “That’s lovely, Col-” her mother pointedly cleared her throat from her seat not too far away ”Mr. Bridgerton. Thank you.”

“Go on.”

“I don’t want to be rude,” she nearly whispers.

“You won’t. I insist. Read the first page at least.”

She does. He sees her fingers curl to turn the page.

“And?”

Penelope looked him right in the eye, as best as her short stature would allow but still as striking. “I don’t want to put it down.”

“I knew it,” he said smugly. The smile tugging at the corners of his mouth was anything but smug. Delighted, satisfied and most certainly relieved.

Penelope cradled the book to her chest. “Thank you. Truly.”

Something changed at that moment.

Colin took half a step towards her in the already waning space between them and placed a delicate hand at her bare elbow.

“I must know your thoughts. You’ll tell me once you finish the chapter?”

“Yes, of course.”

Penelope’s mother sat with calculating eyes, hot gaze never moving from the third son of a very well-to-do family.

With a smile Colin took his leave, determined to finish the chapter that afternoon.

And that’s how it started. Notes passed via lower valet’s across the street when they weren’t bound to meet or too impatient to wait for social calls. It took them four days to finish that first novel, and immediately they moved on to the next.

Again and again they went through as many novels as time would allow, his choice then hers. The most splendid blend of respect and widening perspectives.

Even when Colin was at Eton he and Penelope would keep their correspondence. He appreciated her more, knowing that she was always reading another book in tandem because his studies had slowed him down.

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a/n: thanks for reading. i’ve decided where i want this to end and that means there’s only two short parts left. hopefully you don’t mind 😬

tagging: @gryffindordaughterofathena

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silverhallow · 8 months

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The Sea Witch’s Curse

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: when Sophie loses her voice at her job as a disney princess at the disney store she has to get creative… not thinking it would completely change her life

warnings: none. Just fluffy nonsense

word count: 2224 words

author's note: I saw a post on Instagram about something like this happening and @sophiebernadotte told me to write it… so I did 😂

The Disney store was not where Benedict had hoped to spend his afternoon but he had promised Hyacinth he would take her out shopping so that she could have whatever she wanted, within reason, if she behaved for him whilst he was looking after her the week before.

At 8 years old she was obsessed with Disney and the princesses and every weekend when she was at the shopping centre, she demanded she be took to the Disney store so she could hang out with the Princesses.

Benedict, so far, had managed to avoid that particular trauma with his youngest sister but this weekend he knew he had no choice, he had made the promise and since it was a toss up between Disney Store shopping or three separate events for Eloise, Francesca and Gregory… he knew which he’d prefer and so he’d bundled his youngest sister in his car and headed off to the shopping centre with no idea how much his life was about to change…

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It was the last thing Sophie Beckett needed today. Waking up with no voice when she had a full day at work and they were already low on staff so she was working a longer shift than normal so she knew there was no way that she was phoning in sick.

Not only was it against her working ethics, it wasn’t fair to her friends there so she’d messaged her manager to tell her what was happening and that she had a plan…

It was a little unconventional, she knew some of the kids in the shop would be a bit confused but she was sure it would work, at least to some degree anyway.

And for the most part people just wanted pictures with her in her Princess uniform anyway so she wouldn’t be required to do much speaking she was sure of it.

She’d made sure her Ipad was fully charged and her Apple Pen was ready and raring to go as she made her way into the packed shopping centre.

Saturday’s were always the busiest and there would always be a steady stream of people with kids coming in and out of the disney store so she knew she was in for a busy day.

Kate, her best friend was also on shift but due to the shortage of staff was on the tills today rather than being dressed up as usual and had laughed at Sophie’s plan but said it was ingenious, Tabitha, who was dressed as Ariel had laughed and agreed to Sophie’s hairbrained plan for the day and agreed to back her up if anyone asked why Cinderella was walking around with a sign that said “Ursula the Sea Witch has gotten confused and stolen my voice today but I am still happy to assist you”

Sophie knew it was a long shot and some of the kids had been very confused as to how Ursula had gotten confused between the two of them but Ariel had explained that she and Cinderella had been trying on each other’s clothes and it must have confused the witch and some of the younger kids bought it.

Sophie did have one creep offer to give her “true love’s kiss” to get her voice back but after a disgusted look and the security guard coming over to protect the princesses from the creep in the shop who had no kids with them, most of it stopped.

That was until one of her regular and favourite customer’s came in.

She hadn’t seen little Hyacinth in a few weeks and the last time she’d come in her older brother had spent a lot of time talking to Kate and so Sophie had shown Hyacinth the new Moana stuff they’d gotten and it had been a fun afternoon with the young girl.

Sophie didn’t know much about the Bridgerton’s but she knew they were a large family and so when she heard Hyacinth’s squeal of happiness at her favourite princess being there and looked up and saw a different older brother with her, Sophie felt her heart do a little flip.

He could have given any Prince Charming a run for his money and some but Sophie didn’t have long to admire the man as Hyacinth had thrown herself into Sophie’s arms and was hugging her tightly.

So tightly, Sophie had lost the grip on her iPad and it had fallen to the floor, “sorry Sophie” Hyacinth exclaimed as she bent down and picked it up and then read what was on the screen and gasped “Ursula has stolen your voice!?” she explained

The man with Hyacinth chuckled “I thought it was Ariel that she usually stole the voice off…”

“Well Sophie’s got such a nice singing voice, even better than Ariel’s that clearly Ursula wanted someone else” Hyacinth said in a matter of fact tone to her brother as she handed Sophie back the iPad, “besides, it doesn’t matter, if she’s lost her voice then we have to find a way to defeat Ursula to get it back!” she said “Ohhh there is Kate! I’ll go ask Kate for idea’s!” Hyacinth said and ran off before Benedict or Sophie could say anything.

“Sophie huh? I thought you were Cinderella?” the handsome man asked with a brow raised and a lopsided smirk on his face

Sophie grabbed her pen and scribbled Hyacinth’s been in that often she’s seen me on non-princess days so refuses to call me Cinderella anymore, same with why she calls Kate, Kate and not her princess

“Well that make sense… that and Anthony is now dating Kate” he said

True. but she was calling Kate her name long before then.

He smirked and shrugged “she is very strong willed, she’ll have a thousand ideas as to how to get your voice back when she comes back”

I don’t doubt it but some rest and not speaking will do it for me I am sure. I’ve not seen you here with Hyacinth before but clearly you’re a brother… so you must be Benedict? I’m assuming.

Benedict blinked, most women, or people just saw him as another Bridgerton and rarely did someone who had never met him before even know his name

“How… did you know?”

Sophie beamed and wrote Hyacinth told me she had four brothers, Anthony i’ve met, she told me that Benni was taller than Anthony, and Gregory is 10… and i’m sure I saw Colin in here a few weeks ago talking to Kate and trying to make her see sense about Anthony and he was definitely shorter so you have to be Benni… and Kate told me it’s Benedict not Benni…

Benedict laughed “yes, Benedict, or Ben… it’s nice to meet you Sophie, Hyacinth doesn’t shut up about you or Kate or the rest of the princess to be honest…”

Well she’s a sweet kid

“Sweet isn’t how we’d word it…”

Strongwilled?

Benedict laughed “that’s kinder than pain in the arse but yes, she’s got the entire family wrapped around her finger”

It must be nice. Being close to your family

“It is maddening but it is nice…” he smiled at her, wondering why he felt so comfortable around her and found her so easy to talk to.

Hyacinth had always said that Sophie was a kind hearted girl, that she was training to be a Vet, that she was very pretty but Benedict was blown away by her green eyes, the smile on her face and he’d not heard her talk but he could almost imagine her melodious laugh and tone when he read her words.

There was a magical quality about her and it was drawing him in.

They spent half an hour talking, or he was talking and Sophie was writing, just chatting about his family, he’d asked about her course and how it was going, whilst Hyacinth was talking to Kate and then talking to Ariel and a few of the other princesses, her eyes kept flicking over to the keep and eye on Benedict and Sophie and he missed the scheming look in his sister’s eyes when Kate had come back and whispered in her ear a few seconds later Hyacinth came running over “I know how to fix it!”

Benedict and Sophie looked towards the young girl with their brows raised and looking amused “and how is that Hyacinth?”

“Kate said it’s the same with Ariel, she has to be kissed by her Prince Charming!”

That may be the case Hyacinth but I don’t have a Prince Charming

“I know! Kate told me! But Benni could be him!” Hyacinth said without a care in the world, causing Benedict to splutter and Sophie to go bright red.

“I’m not Prince Charming Hy, you know that…”

“But you could be!” Hyacinth said, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Hyacinth, you can’t just kiss people you’ve just met and not when they’re at work…” Benedict said trying to defuse the situation as he felt his own cheeks growing red

“But you could take her out and then kiss her! Kate said you were checking Sophie out and flirting with her! So you could!”

“Hyacinth…” Benedict whined as both Sophie and Benedict shot Kate a look who was just standing behind the till laughing away to herself as she served a customer and clearly enjoying the look on her friends face.

Hyacinth, it is nice of you to try and help me out but I am sure i’ll be fine in a few days, and besides I am sure Benedict wasn’t flirting with me.

“He was flirting with you!”

Benedict went bright red at being called out by his littlest sister.

“Hyacinth, look, just… here… here’s £30, go find a toy and buy it. Please…”

“But…”

“Look, just let us talk please… if you do this we’ll go for a mcdonalds and then an Gunthers on the way home…”

Hyacinth looked at the money and then between Benedict and Sophie and grabbed the money and ran off into the toys looking for something to buy and Benedict turned to Sophie, both of whom were bright red and a little mortified

“Sorry about her…”

It’s fine. She’s not the first one to try and find me Prince Charming today. It’s okay you can just… I don’t know tell her you’re not interested or whatever or say we’re going out and just lie?

“And what if I am interested in taking you out? And was actually flirting… and clearly doing a bad job if you think i’m not interested”

Sophie spluttered, the first real noise to come out of her mouth all day; you’re interested?

“Of course I am. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, I see why Hyacinth loves you so much, so what about it? Give it a few days for your voice to come back and i’ll take you out to dinner? If… if you want?” he said suddenly wondering if perhaps he’d misread the signs

Sophie nodded, i’d like that… if you give me your number i’ll message you when i’m off work and we can text whilst my voice heals then we can go out.

“Really?” he asked excitedly

Sophie nodded with a shy smile.

Benedict stuck his hand in his wallet and grabbed a business card out and with the actual pen Sophie had on her lanyard he scribbled another number down “this is my personal one, this is my work one… and my email just… just incase” he grinned sheepishly, realising how uncool it was to go over the top but Sophie just grinned and took the card and slipped it into the top of her costume and out of sight and Benedict tried not to look as it disappeared into her bra and he went more red than he already was

I’ll send you all mine later

“Thanks”

“BENNIIIIIII” came a voice that was skipping back with a huge Stitch stuffed toy and an innocent smile on her face “can I have this?”

“How much is it?”

“£55…”

Benedict sighed, it was more than he wanted to spend and he knew Anthony would kill him but considering Hyacinth in her bulldozer way had maybe just helped him get a date with the most beautiful woman he’d ever met in his life he nodded “fine… but you have to chose Gunthers or McDonalds we’re not doing both…”

Hyacinth squeaked “thank you”

“Come on, we’ll go pay, it was nice to meet you Sophie and I look forward to hearing from you later…” he grinned at her and Sophie beamed

It was lovely to meet you too. See you later Hyacinth…

“Bye Sophie!” Hyacinth said waving and Sophie watched as the brother and sister made their way to the till and Benedict’s clearly sheepish interaction with Kate and Kate looking over at Sophie with a smirk on her face, which Sophie returned with a glare, and mouthed “i’m going to kill you”

Though she knew it was just payback considering she’d done the same thing not a month earlier when Anthony had been in the store but as Benedict left with a bright smile back at Sophie, she couldn’t help but save his number into her phone as Prince Charming…

And when he proposed to her, 18 months later…he did so dressed as Prince Charming from Cinderella…

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peterpparkrr · 1 year

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art is to feel - Valentine’s Day

You can find the full series here.

A/N: Surprise! Love is in the air and who’s more lovey than these two cutie patooties?!

“Will you be my valentine?” Anthony asked cheekily.

“I wasn’t aware that I had another option,” You tease as you lean against the back of the sofa, pulling for gaze up from your sketching to smile at your husband.

You and Anthony had been married for just over seven months and you were still just as in love with Anthony as you had been on the day of your wedding. Possibly even more so.

Married life most certainly agreed with the two of you. Especially if your current interaction were to be any indication.

Anthony shakes his head, “Well you can’t choose someone else but a gentleman always asks.”

“And you’re a gentleman?” You ask.

Benedict groaned loudly. “If I knew you were both going to be so moony I would have never agreed to this visit.”

Benedict’s clear and vocal disgust was not enough to damper your mood, something that only annoyed Ben further.

You scootch down the sofa until you’re seated right beside your brother-in-law/sketching partner. You didn’t want to upset him too deeply, you’d begged him to come visit for a few weeks so you could work together.

“You love us,” You tell Ben as you wrap one of your arms around his shoulders. “You can always be our valentine too.”

Anthony shakes his head sharply.

“I don’t think you want that,” Anthony interjects. “I have very specific plans for my valentine,” He explains as his eyes bore into yours intently as he winks at her suggestively.

“I am going up to my room, and I won’t be leaving it until this damned holiday is over,” Benedict grumbles as he shuts his sketchbook with a sharp clap before exiting the room briskly.

“And please, keep it down, there are other people living in this house,” Benedict adds from the doorway. Refusing to even turn around to address the couple before disappearing up the stairs.

“You’re evil, Anthony Bridgerton,” You chastise your husband.

“It’s our first Valentine’s Day together, I don’t know what he expected,” Anthony scoffs, disregarding his brother.

“Besides, he’ll find someone soon enough, and he’ll stop bothering us,” He adds.

“I like when Ben visits us,” You protest with a shrug. “I like it when any of our families visit.”

“I thought you liked it when I didn’t keep my hands to myself,” He murmurs lowly, his lips nearly brushing the shell of her ear as his hand trailed up her thigh, pulling at the hem of her skirts as he turned his attentions solely onto his wife.

“Why can’t it be both?” You ask with a coy smile as you turn to face him fully.

And it was a very productive Valentine’s day indeed.

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bridgertonbabe · 10 months

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Loved the new drabble!!! is it possible to get baby Violet with Sophie drabble since it’s a rare occasion🥺

For almost six whole years Sophie only ever had experience as boy mum, a role she had been perfectly content with. She had only ever thought of having three children and she had no qualms with only having boys. They were happy and healthy and everything she had ever dreamed of - but she knew Benedict longed for a daughter and deep down she sensed their family wasn't fully complete. She had braced herself on the chances of welcoming yet another boy but she willed on her growing bump to answer her husband's long-awaited dream; a wish that was finally granted when Violet was brought into the world.

Of course Benedict was besotted with the baby and Sophie wasn't surprised at how he hogged their daughter; carting her around with him, grabbing her from Sophie's arms once she had finished feeding to burp her, changing her nappies, dozing together with her on his chest. Sophie didn't mind just how captivated he was with Violet as their sons kept her more than occupied.

As Violet grew it became even more apparent that she was the spit of her mother, and Sophie was in slight disbelief of having a mini-me. All she had known up until that point was raising three little boys who took after their dad's side of the family in both looks and personality. She knew how to be a mother to Bridgertons - but a mother to a child who took after her? Now that was uncharted territory. She wasn't used to people telling her one of her babies looked just like her and the phrase "like mother, like daughter" kept getting thrown at her left, right, and centre. Sophie also found herself getting emotional whenever she spent time with Violet, seeing as her own mother had died in childbirth and never had the chance to raise her baby the way Sophie got to with her daughter. She couldn't help but think of everything her mother missed out on with her; from Violet's first smile, her first laugh, crawling for the first time; and it made Sophie well up, wishing her mother had been around to experience those same firsts with her.

As Violet became more mobile (and as much as she was clearly a daddy's girl), she followed her mother around the house. There was nothing Sophie loved more than hearing the patting of little hands on the floor as Violet crawled after her and the sweet gurgles she made to get her attention, followed later on by the pitter patter of tiny feet once Violet learnt how to walk. Violet also wasn't afraid to fight for Sophie's attention and would tug and pat at Sophie's leg and cry out to her whenever one of her brothers or the cat was hogging her mummy's attention. And when Violet was old enough, Sophie would ask her what she wanted to wear that day and her daughter would immediately point to a babygro/dress/outfit that most resembled the outfit and colours Sophie was wearing. Sophie had always enjoyed dressing her sons to match Benedict when they were babies and at first found it strange to dress Violet to match her, however Benedict's giddy reaction to seeing his two favourite girls wearing matching clothes scuppered any self-conscious feelings she had about it.

Then for the elder Violet's birthday, Sophie bought identical blue dresses for her and a then-toddler Violet, as well as matching sandals, and even pinned their hair back to match now that her daughter's was long enough to do so. For a second as she held Violet and looked at their reflection in the mirror Sophie wondered if she was doing too much but after Benedict saw them and gave them the biggest heart eyes possible she was confident with her styling choice.

At her mother-in-law's party the elder Violet made a fuss of Sophie and her namesake for how much they looked alike and insisted Benedict took photos of them (which he already had in abundance). Michael had gasped and grabbed a hold of both Charlotte (who was wearing a dress that perfectly coordinated with the outfit Kate was wearing) and little Violet, clutching them both as he exclaimed; "Kate? Sophie? Who shrunk you?!" much to his little nieces' amusement as they giggled from his attention. Throughout the party little Violet clutched her mother's hand and proudly swished her dress whenever someone came up to admire the pair, beaming ecstatically every time she was complimented and told she looked just like her mummy. And much to everyone's amazement, it was a heavily pregnant Eloise who caught sight of the matching mother and daughter and promptly burst into tears; "it's just too adorable, I can't take it" she sobbed as Benedict patted her on the back.

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