#bridgerton fic prompt

[myficprompts]

undoubtedly there’s got to be a fic or two about this already (pls link me if so) but the danbury and bridgerton carriages arrive so close together at the conservatory ball that what if the danbury & sharma clan were still making their way inside when the bridgerton carriages pulled up and the families meet/introduce one another outside.

violet is getting out of her carriage and sees lady danbury accompanied by a couple ladies and in her determination to help anthony find a match, she loudly states “oh and lady danbury has done a fine job with this ball!” or something like that and lady danbury turns around anthony literally stops in his tracks for a second when kate turns and kate is all wide-eyed and takes her a moment to smile in greeting and then kanthony ensues

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[justapoet]

Random dialogue prompt list

"Have you ever been in love?" "No. Why?" "I think I'm in love with you."

Distancing themself from the other because they start to think that there is definitely something wrong with them

Stuttering

"I missed you so much, I don't know why. But, I did."

"You look perfect in this outfit." "Oh."

“Tell me you did not go to a fight without me.” “I don’t need you to protect me.” “It’s not about protection-”

"Did you forget that it was your turn to grab the groceries today?" "Yeah, sorry. I thought I'd wait for you so we can go together?"

“The problem lies within the fact that I want more. That’s what scares me the most, because I don’t want to want more. But I can’t help it.” 

“You said you loved me last night.”

“So that confession…” “Didn’t mean shit ‘cause I was drunk. And I don’t want you accepting that. Let me confess to you, properly, at the least.”

“I swear I didn’t murder anyone.” 

"Who are you when you're not performing?" "Fuck. Marry me."

“You have the most beautiful smile, you know that?”

“I just want(ed) to make you smile.”

“I was just getting my coffee, but then I fell in love with you”

"I…I missed you." "Oh."

“I desperately want to kiss you.”

“Maybe it’s a good mood. Maybe it’s a manic episode.”

"Don't open your eyes"

"Goddammit, don't say that!"

“Fuck it. I’m in.” 

“Too late. I’m already yours.”

“Nothing - no matter how weird or dark - could ever change the way I feel about you.”

“For once, I’m completely serious.”

“I don´t believe that you know what the hell you are doing half of the time.” 

“There isn’t a single unit of thought behind your eyes.” “Of course, not. I’m looking at you. My brain doesn’t work when I’m looking at you.”

"Are we going to talk about it?"

“I’d tear down mountains and rewrite the stars just to see you smile.”

“You weren’t part of my life plan.”

“So, tell me, what do you feel for me?”

“I’m this close to resorting to physical violence if shit continues to not work out.”

“I don’t know what to do.” 

“Say another word and I´ll shove these fries down your throat.” 

“Could you even try to be nice to me today?”

“There are about thirty-five ways this could go wrong. I’d say that’s pretty good odds.”

"Are you seriously considering to go through with this complete absurd?"

"It's a miracle you're still alive." "Mom does say you're a miracle worker, yes."

"You're sick. Did the fever make you forget how to dial my number?"

"Just do it, you moron."

"My self-control is hanging by a thread right now. Please, don't do this to me."

“Hey, neighbour, I’ve never met you before but your dog just destroyed my garden."

“Well, I’m afraid that opinion’s going to change once you get to know me.”

"Ever thought of stepping outside, or have you become part of the furniture?"

"Can you just look at me? Please?"

"I needed to hear your voice."

“Just to clarify: We are in a relationship, right?”

"You're the only thing I should be afraid of, and that fear died off years ago."

“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t supposed to happen and I was not supposed to say that, I’m so sorry.” 

so, hi! this is just a silly prompt list, but I'd very much like to ask you to send me asks and resquest a fic from any of them!

I'll be writing for the following couples:

Buddie (9-1-1)

Percabeth (Percy Jackson)

Nick and Chalie (Heartstopper)

Aziracrow (Good Omens)

Polin (Bridgerton)

Kathony (Bridgerton)

If you have any other couples from these universes that you might want, you can send them to me, as well. Other than Buddie (that it's not canon just yet), I like best to only write canon couples.

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[cringycat24]

Fanfic request

Is it just me or Penelope Featherington looks good in yellow as well? Especially this pale yellow dress she has on. As long as it's not bright or dark, she looks good in it.

Anyway, for fan fic writers out there, here's an prompt or an idea:

Colin likes her yellow dresses, but Penelope hates them. The color yellow reminds Colin of her. She was wearing a certain pale yellow dress when he fell in love with her. Colin was a little sad that when Pen had her glow up, she completely ditched her yellow dresses and swore never to wear that color again. He understood that green and blue makes her happy and confident, he knows that the pale yellow Pen is in the past and will never come back, so he didn't mention it to her. Some time later, Penelope learns of it and decides to wear pale yellow nightgown to make him happy. A pale yellow nightgown for only him to see.

Throw whatever plot or drama you want, I'll gobble it up.

Please, I'm begging youuuuu

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[lavellenchanted]

for the fic prompt/ask.

'You're so beautiful' for Penelope/Colin

"Hmmm."

Penelope leaned forward, peering into the mirror, and after a moment's deliberation reached up to carefully loosen a few curls from her coiffure and reposition them so they draped artfully around her face.

When she was satisified she turned her head from side to side, trying to see her alterations from every angle and decide if they had worked, if they had concealed --

"Oh, you are beautiful."

Her husband's voice interrupted her thoughts and a blush of pleasure spread across her face. Well, perhaps she was worrying for nothing after all.

Smiling, she turned to thank him - only to find that Colin was nowhere in sight. Pleasure dimming a little she came along the corridor and poked her head through the drawing room door, the direction his voice had come from. Perhaps he had seen her little display from vanity from inside the room?

But no; although he was in there, he was sat with his back to the door, so there was no way he could have been talking to her.

"Colin?"

"Mm?" He turned, and Penelope could see that he was holding a half-eaten sandwich in his hands and that his mouth was full. Admittedly that was nothing unsual, and she had at least trained him enough that he swallowed before continuing, "Everything alright?"

"Colin." Penelope frowned. "Were you just calling your sandwich beautiful?"

He shrugged, completely unembarrassed. Colin's ability to breeze through situations that would leave her tomato-red with morification never ceased to impressed her. "Well. Yes. Because it is - one of the best I've had. Who did you think I was talking to?"

Shaking her head in exasperation, she came fully into the room. "I thought you were talking to me. And it was rather gratifying."

"Pen, you know I think you're lovely. But I can say it again, if you'd like?"

"Oh, don't bother." She waved him off, slumping down into a seat next to him. "If I tell you to say it rather takes the fun out of it. Besides, I'm just being silly."

Colin looked at her questioningly, setting his sandwich down on a side-table so he could give his wife his full attention. "Silly how?"

She flushed, unable to even pretend to be as brazen as him. "Oh, it's just ... well. I noticed this morning that I have a few grey hairs."

"Really? Where?"

"Colin!"

"What? I've never noticed - I was just curious," he amended hastily, but when Penelope continued to glare at him, he moved forward in his seat so that he could lean over and take both of her hands in his. Bringing them to his lips, he brushed a kiss over her knuckles and then met her gaze as he said, "Penelope. Love of my life. My darling. You are beautiful. You're so beautiful, and you will continue to be beautiful even when your hair - which for the record, still looks entirely red to me - is completely silver. Or white."

Penelope's lips twitched with amusement. "What if it falls out altogether?"

Colin considered this. "Well, then I might have to downgrade you to merely pretty."

"You are a very wicked man," she laughed. "But I do love you. Thank you."

She leaned forward to press her lips to his in a brief but tender kiss, then got to her feet and headed back out the door.

"I love you, too," Colin replied, then called over his shoulder, "And you'd still think me handsome if I lost my hair, wouldn't you?"

"Hmm. I might have to think about it."

"Penelope!"

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[mr-i-miss-my-wife]

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[hyacinthsgareth]

polin week - day three: fake dating / angst

Thinking has admittedly not always been Colin’s strong suit. He tends to go with his heart over his head, which gets him hurt more often than not, much to the chagrin of his eldest brother. He also would frankly not like to have to think about the logistics of every little (or not so little) choice he makes.

But when he offers up a proposition to Penelope and watches as her face falls, Colin cannot help but feel as though he needs to be putting a little more thought into his ideas.

continue reading on ao3!

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[stars-of-kyber]

Kanthony + 38?

38- “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Ok, Anon, you inspired me.

Let's see Anthony and Kate and their completely crazy first date.

PS: I am a teacher. I am most certainly NOT a doctor nor do I claim to be. Most of the medical advice in this story came from @mimix007 who was a queen and helped me with the basic of humans.

Also, I NEED to thank all my girlies who read this but specially @waterlilyrose who embarked on this journey with me when I got the little lightbulb moment and sprinted and cheered me on me as I went through this whole mess today. Thank u <3

Enjoy!

If 24 hours earlier, someone told Kate Sharma she'd be sitting in a hospital room in the early hours of the morning, still in her nice green dress, heels and fancy lacy lingerie, her hair and make-up done, she would have called the person crazy. Maybe laughed to their face. 

And yet, there she was.

She’s been set up on a blind date by Ben, her coworker from the gallery. Apparently, she reminded him so much of his brother and he imagined they’d get along famously. 

Kate did not have the best track record with men, especially posh guys with more money than they knew what to do with, which was Ben’s family’s case, but her friend had shown her a photo and, well… the man was hot. Not just handsome. It was almost unfair how one man could be so sinfully attractive. 

Even if the date didn’t go anywhere, at least they could have a bit of fun. He looked like a guy who knew how to pleasure a woman in bed and Kate most certainly could use a guy like this in her life right now. Plus, Ben wouldn't set her up with someone who was a complete arse, would he? They were friends and he was a nice person, he wouldn't do something like that. 

Or maybe he would. Because Anthony Bridgerton seemed like a huge jerk. 

Anthony, that was Ben's brother's name, showed up to their date late, looking a bit worse to wear. Don't mistake her meaning, he was still one of the hottest men Kate'd ever lay her eyes on, but there were dark bags under his eyes and he looked pale and sweaty as if he was fighting off a nasty hangover. The first few buttons of his dress shirt were undone and his hair sticking up a bit as if he had run his hands through it a few times. She wouldn't judge him if he did though, his hair seemed perfect to run your hands through.

He didn't seem to be drunk. There was no telling alcohol smell and his speech was clear. But he wasn't really alright either. He pushed his food around on his plate without really eating and he barely touched a drop of the wine he had asked for. Hungover for sure. Kate tried interacting with him, asking questions and offering information about herself but Anthony looked distracted, taking a long time to answer her, if he listened to her at all.

By the time Anthony started excusing himself to go to the toilet,  Kate stood up as well. She was ready to tell him she was leaving and that if he hadn't wanted to have a date with her, he could have told her so and she wouldn't have wasted her time and energy trying to look her best. She really would have been less offended if he had just told her to her face he didn't want to meet her than whatever was going on that night. 

But before she could get more than two words out, Anthony's face went ghostly pale, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed against her. They both went down, his skin clammy and feverish under her fingertips, his breaths heavy and raggedy. 

Kate was doing her best to remember the few first-aid lessons she'd taken in uni, but she wasn't sure how good that would be. The first step was always don't panic and she was already failing in that quite spectacularly. 

Perhaps he wasn't just being a rude arse, after all. 

Kate had yelled for someone to get an ambulance, they had patched him up in a gurney and Kate hadn't even thought twice before accepting the paramedic's help to climb in after him. 

Anthony had been rolled straight to surgery as soon as they rolled into the A&E and Kate was shown to a waiting room, a kind nurse telling her someone would give her an update soon. She tried calling Ben, to let him know what was going on, but somewhere during the chaos, her battery had died. She had Anthony's phone in her purse, but he had a password and all Kate managed to do was to block his phone for a full hour trying to guess it. 

It had been a couple of hours of waiting nervously when a doctor told her he had a problem with his appendix, but the surgery had been successful and her boyfriend would be up to a room soon and she could wait for him there. 

Kate only thanked the man and followed the nurse towards the lift without another word. What was she supposed to say? That they were on a sort-of-blind date, meeting for the first time and she had been sure he was a huge jerk until he passed out in her arms? 

No. That wouldn't do at all. Kate was just going to go along with it, wait for him to wake up and managed to call on a family member and when he was properly accompanied, she'd go home. That sounded like a reasonable plan.

And that's how Kate found herself half-dozing off on a not-very-comfortable hospital sofa on the sickbed of her sort-of-date as the first strakes of daylight started to colour the sky. 

That would most certainly be the craziest date Kate had ever been to. She doubted anything could ever come close to that. 

From the bed, Anthony groaned, squirming on the mattress before his eyes slowly started blinking awake. 

"What..." His voice was husky as he looked around, completely confused. "What happened?"

"You fainted…straight into my arms." Kate was up in a flash, reaching for the cup of water the nurse had instructed to give to him slowly. "You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

 He started to chuckle, which quickly turned into a pained whine, as he clutched his stomach. "Oh, ouch." 

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." Kate looked around desperately for something she could do to help, but of course, there was none. Damn her and her smart mouth. "I was trying to lighten up the mood."

"S'alright." Anthony waved her apology away. "Water?"

"Oh, yes! Here." Kate reached the side of the bed, helping him gently plop up enough to be able to sip on the cup. "Just go slow, the nurse said drinking too fast might make you sick.

"Too late for that, I guess." Kate looked up at him desperately, ready to bolt out to the corridor and find a nurse if he was feeling unwell, but instead, Anthony was smiling humorously at her. "Since I fainted and all." 

"That's not funny." She huffed, pushing the hair away from her face. 

"It is a little bit." 

"You had to have surgery!" She stared at him with narrow eyes. "Your appendix was inflamed. Or burst. Or something." 

"Which one was it?" Anthony groaned in pain as he let himself fall back against the soft hospital bed. "I think one of those things is considerably more severe than the other." 

"I don't know. I went to art school, not med school. " She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively. "The doctor didn't tell me much and I was kinda nervous at the time to pay too close attention."

Kate thought he'd call her out on her stupid comment, or say anything about the situation he was in, but instead, he just turned his eyes on her and asked: "Can I have more water please?" 

"Right. Sure." Kate took the plastic cup back to the jar in the corner of the room, clearing her throat nervously. "I"m sorry I didn't call your family, by the way. My battery died and I couldn't unblock your phone."

"Thank God," Anthony whispered with a sigh as she stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "Please don't call them." 

"What do you mean?!" She squeaked. "You had surgery!" 

“Do you have any idea how much I'd hear for this?" Anthony looked at her face and then at the cup clutched to her hand. 

"Right, the water, sorry." Kate was back by the side of the bed. "What do you mean how much you'd hear?"

"I have a large family." He gulped the fresh water, sighing appreciatively. "My mother is... She's great but she's been telling me I need to slow down for a while now. If she learns I was sick and didn't get checked out, I wouldn't have a moment alone in the next two months."

"Trust me, I get the feeling. My stepmother is just the same." Mary Sharma was a force to be reckoned with when she wanted to be. She'd probably place Kate under house arrest and she didn't live in her family home anymore. "She'd probably force feed and not allow me out of the bed." 

"I have seven siblings." He chuckled and groaned again at her surprised face. 

"Seven!" 

"Yup." 

"I have one and she drives me insane." 

"My mum could have someone on every hour of the day sitting with me. I'd never be alone again." He told her dramatically. "I'd not put past her grounding me and taking away all my electronics." 

"I understand your suffering." Kate nodded sympathetically. "But I'm not letting you check out without anyone to watch over you. Is there a friend you can call?" 

"This would be Simon." Anthony shifted in bed with a whimper, trying to find a more comfortable position. "But he's gone and got engaged to my oldest baby sister, so I can't really trust him with it." He sighed. "He'd tell on me the moment the phone was off and Daph's almost as bad as my mother."

"Well, that would be less than ideal, I guess."  

"The only person I could trust to keep this quiet is Hyacinth, but somehow I don't see a 10-year-old being much help in this situation." He gave a half-shrug, clearly trying to keep his abdomen from jostling too much. "Well, her and Fran, but she's in Scotland and I won't have her miss classes to come watch over me." 

"Can't you talk to Ben?" Kate rested her elbow on the mattress next to his arm and her chin on her palm as she watched him gingerly reach up to muss his hair. 

"Ben's a tattletale and momma's boy. Mum can break him in less than a minute." 

"What's the least worse option, then?" 

"You really won't let me go on my own, will you?"

"Absolutely not." Anthony seemed to consider that for a moment before sighing defeatedly. 

"I'll end up calling Ben." He sighed dejectedly. "He'll probably be able to hold Mum back the longest. At least he's got a flat I can hide on for a bit."

"Sounds like a plan." They sat in companionable silence for a moment, Anthony's face twitching with discomfort as Kate chewed on her bottom lip, unsure of what to say or if she even should say anything at all. "I'm sorry for the date thing." He told her, the tip of his ears turning pink. "I promise I usually behave much better."

"Well, it is a bit funny... After all the panic passes, anyway." Kate chuckled awkwardly. 

"At least it's a story for the ages." His smile really was quite dashing, she had to admit. 

"That it is."  The silence that settled on them for a moment was a bit more light-hearted than the one before as Kate tried to gather the courage to speak. "Sorry, I really have to ask..." 

"Hum?"

"People say... Well, my sister had an inflamed appendix and that's a really painful thing." Anthony raised his eyebrow at her but did not speak. "And for you to faint, you were probably feeling pretty shity..." She trailed off, unsure of how to continue. "Why didn't... You could have just rescheduled the date, you know?" 

"I mean... yeah, I guess." His shrug was a bit self-conscious. "But I'm kinda used to some pain in my daily life. Like migraines from lack of sleep or gastritis from spending way too much time without eating or whatever stupid thing doctors like to go on about." Kate had to press her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing at the dismissive roll of his eyes. "And... I don't know... I really wanted to meet you. Ben talked a lot about you and, I'm not trying to be disrespectful or crude in any way but you're really beautiful." Kate felt a blush rise to her cheeks, unable to keep the tiny smile from creeping into her lips. "I wouldn't let a bit of normal pain get in the way of that." 

"I'd say you underestimated the levels of what's normal pain a bit there, didn't you?"

"I'll admit I didn't imagine it would get so much worse so fast." He admitted with a grim nod before his eyes softened as he turned them to her face, making heat pool even hotter in her cheeks. "Please tell me I didn't ruin things and I'll get another chance?"

"Well, that depends." Kate grinned, her eyes alight with mirth. "Will you faint on me again?" 

"Nop, never again." He shook his head, wincing as the movement sent a flare of pain up his side. 

"I suppose we can work something out then." His smile was so bright Kate desperately wished to feel it against her mouth. To feel if those lips were as soft and plump as they looked. And so, to hell with it, she did. 

Kate blamed the lack of sleep and the adrenaline and nerves from the night before for her poor impulse control. She leaned forwards, careful not to jostle the mattress too much and risk hurting him, and she pressed their lips together in the gentlest of kisses, just a brush followed by a little pressure before she pulled away. Anthony tried to chase her mouth, leaning forwards before grunting in pain. 

"Down boy." She laughed, something stirring at the pit of her stomach by the way his eyes darkened. 

"Come back here." His words were half a command, half a desperate plea. "Please." 

"You just had surgery." She reminded him with a gentle pat on his hand as she settled back on the seat, trying to ignore the spark of electricity that went through her arm at the touch. 

"One more." He pleaded, lacing their fingers together. "To help me heal faster." 

"Na-hum. You'll have to wait." She tutted at him. "I'm not having a doctor call me out for opening your stitches or something.”  

Anthony let his body rest in the bed, sighing in defeat, but he did not let go of her hand. Outside the window, the sun was slowly starting to show its bright face, making the sky turn a hundred different hues of blues, oranges and pinks. 

"Will you at least tell me how much the dinner was so I can refund you?" He asked and Kate froze in the spot, her eyes growing triple the size of her face. 

"Oh God..." She choked between a laugh and a desperate sob. Anthony's head snapped to look at her.  

"What?!" 

"You fainted and the ambulance came and they were taking you to the restaurant and I..." She covered her mouth with her hand, her face flooding with colour. "I didn't pay the bill." 

They stared at each other for a few silent moments before they burst out in laughter, Anthony clutching his side with a grimace. 

"Oh God, I can't believe I dined and dashed." Kate wanted to shove her head under a pillow, her face flooding with colour and her chest heaving from giggles she couldn't quite control. 

"Please stop making me laugh," Anthony begged, although it didn't seem he was having any success in stopping it either. "I just had surgery and laughing hurts."

"Hell! Sorry, oh my..." She snorted, burying her face in her palms, trying to control her breathing. "That's so embarrassing, oh lord..." 

And although it had been most certainly the weirdest date Kate had ever been to, she was quite certain it was one of the best ones, in the end. Well, after the panic passed, of course. 

Ben arrived a little more than two hours later and the moment he crossed through the room's large door, Kate was sure Anthony had made a mistake calling his brother and not his best friend because Ben looked livid. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The tallest man cried in a harsh tone, sending the two other people in the room, who had been talking since Anthony had woken up jumping in surprise. "Hey, Kate." He looked at her, his entire posture shifting for a moment. "Thanks for sitting with him." 

"S'all good, mate." She replied, blinking at the sudden change, and then Benedict's attention was back on his older brother, the sweet, funny man absolutely fuming. 

"I cannot believe you, Anthony Bridgerton! I don't even...." The painter breathed in deeply, making a visible attempt to calm down. "You had surgery...."

"Emergency surgery." Anthony corrected, which did not help at all in his brother's attempt at remaining calm. 

"You had SURGERY to remove your goddamn appendix and you didn't..." 

"It was my fault, Ben. My phone was down and..." Her friend stopped her words with a raised finger. 

"You did nothing wrong Kate, I'm actually really grateful for you sitting with him all night." His narrowed eyes didn't leave his brother's face. "You, on the other hand..."

"I am sick," Anthony warned. 

"How long have you been sick, you stubborn idiot?!" The youngest of the brothers roared. "That's why you looked like shit in Greg's competition last night!"

"I..." 

"And on Hyacinth's match!"  He looked accusingly at Anthony, who had the decency to look ashamed. "How much did you eat in the past two days?" 

"I don’t really see how..." The words were so low and jumbled Kate couldn't understand any of them. 

"Anthony!"

"Alright, you're annoying, Christ!" The eldest sibling finally spoke up. "I didn't eat anything, alright? I was feeling nauseous, couldn't keep anything down anyway." 

"You were drinking black coffee!" Benedict threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Why didn't you go to the goddamn doctor?! Are you trying to die?"

"You're being dramatic." 

"I'm so mad at you right now, I could punch you." 

"I didn't go to the doctor because I had a lot of shit to do, Benedict," Anthony spoke slowly. Apparently, his patience had run out. "I had a pile of documents waiting for me at work. There was Hy's game and Greg's swimming and Daphne's wedding planning. I sometimes have a stomachache, because according to that doctor you forced me to go, I have gastritis."

"You have gastritis because you spend days without any proper food, running on coffee and self-sacrifice, you pompous arse!" Ben retorted with a huff. "Hy and Greg would have understood if you missed ONE game or swimming competition. Daphne's wedding is more planned and organized than my life has been in the past, I don't know, ten years! And you haven't had a day off in three years, Anthony. The last time you did was because Hyacinth got a broken arm when she was seven." Ben clapped his hands in front of his face as if praying for something, although Kate wasn't exactly sure what. 

She couldn't judge Anthony too much. She worked two jobs and used to work three until she had a burnout crisis the year previous and Mary forced her to quit one, kept track of Edwina's grades, helped Mary with the house and the bills and still walked Newton every day. Her sleep schedule was erratic at best and she ate only because her stepmother called her periodically at meal times. 

Maybe Ben did have a point when he said she reminded him of his older brother. 

"I don't know why you're so mad at me." Anthony insisted. 

"You don't... You know what Ant, I'll tell you." The tallest brother lowered his hand with a strange fire in his eyes. "I'm mad because you think you are indestructible and you don't give a shit about your own health although you can spend literal hours lecturing us about ours. I'm mad because it didn't occur to you, at any point in the past week, to turn to me and say 'Ben, I'm feeling overwhelmed.' and..."

"I wasn't overwhelmed," Anthony scoffed in annoyance. "I had appendicitis." 

"It didn't occur to you, at any point, to turn to me, or to Simon, or to Daphne, or to anyone, to say 'I'm having a very strong pain in my abdomen and I can’t keep food down' and any of us would have gladly stepped up to help you with all the shit you needed to get done while you went to a goddamn doctor instead of having to get an emergency surgery in the middle of your date!" 

"Alright Benedict," Anthony mumbled with a mocking roll of his eyes. "next time I sneeze, I'll let..." 

Kate understood the reluctant feeling in Anthony's tone. It was hard to ask for help, especially when you had people depending on you for a long time. How did you turn to someone that came to you for absolutely everything for years and years and said 'I have too much on my shoulders, I need help.' without feeling like an absolute failure? And at the same time, without making them feel like failures because you never told them you were overwhelmed. 

Kate was also very, very bad at asking for help. 

"You know what, Anthony? I'm not going to try to reason with you. There is no point, you won't listen." Benedict sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily. "I'm taking you to Mum's." 

"You're absolutely not." Anthony scoffed, trying to cross his arms stubbornly in front of his chest, but failing miserably when his entire face convulsed in pain. 

"I can't see how your sorry arse is going to stop me." Ben looked triumphantly at this older brother. "You are going to mum's and you are staying there until you are 100% recovered from your surgery and maybe  an extra week to be safe and you are going to eat three proper meals a day and work regular hours if mum allows you to work." 

"You're going to have to kill me," Anthony told his brother completely determined. 

"I am considering it." 

"I'm not going." 

"Oh, you are." Ben nodded his head and his grin was absolutely diabolical. If Edwina was looking at Kate like this, she'd probably have run for cover and it was clear in Anthony's face he would agree. "Please ask me how." 

"I'm not giving you the pleasure." Benedict just waved his grumpy brother's words away completely at ease. 

"It's not a problem, I'm telling you anyway." He rubbed his hands together and in Anthony's eyes, Kate could see he was considering just jumping out of the window not to suffer whatever fate his brother had planned for him. "Because I’ve already called mum," Ben lifted a finger, as if counting. "and Daph," One more finger up. "and I called your work and told them you're taking the next week as sick leave and are not to be disturbed." A third finger was lifted but he was clearly not done. "I have also already bribed Eloise with something she wants quite a whole lot so I think you'll be hard-pressed to get her to cooperate with you." With each finger that went up, Anthony's eyes went wider. "And to finish it off, I've spoken to Hyacinth and Greg." Benedict looked triumphant with his entire palm open in front of him. 

"What did you say to them?!" 

"I might or might not have implied that you are really sick and that if you don't rest, you might have a big health problem that will be a risk to your life." The taller man seemed to be feeling pleased to see Anthony so shocked in a way only a younger sibling could. "They're really scared, you know?" 

"So, you lied!" Anthony accused.

"No, I didn't, you lout! If you don't fucking rest you're going to rip a stitch and bleed inside out or something!" Benedict stormed. He had also been to Art school and was certainly not a doctor. "And honestly the worst they'll do is spend a shitton of time around you and you'd never complain about that." Anthony did not seem to have an answer for that. "What you really should be worried about is Daphne. She was talking about taking a few days from work to look after you." 

Honestly, if Anthony made an attempt to jump out of the window, Kate would probably help.

Anthony had been released from the hospital and into Benedict's clutches in the afternoon, with a list of medicine and doctors' orders to follow and several overprotective siblings to look after him at home. Kate did not envy him at all. 

She had awkwardly stood there as Anthony signed a pile of forms under his younger brother's watchful eye and asked them if anyone could call her an Uber, since her phone was dead, which immediately prompted Ben to offer to just drop her home. And that was how she found herself sitting in the back of a car with Anthony Bridgerton as his brother drove. 

He was sitting half-bent in what looked like an uncomfortable position, his mop of brown hair falling to his forehead, dark circles under his eyes. Kate just felt the desperate need to curl around him, have his arms around her, holding her tight. He had quite spectacular arms, really. 

She managed to fight back that one impulse, too afraid to hurt him if she tried. It didn't keep her from reaching out to his hand, lacing their fingers together. Anthony looked from her face to their joint hands back to her face, a tired but bright smile blooming on his lips. 

From the rear-view mirror, Kate could see Benedict's smirk, but she ignored it. She'd let him groat, at least for a little bit. He deserved it. 

The car pulled at the curb in front of her small block of flats and before she could think twice about it, Kate leaned forwards, kissing Anthony with another of those ridiculously soft kisses, their lips brushing together gently for a moment before she pulled away. 

"I thought you said I'd have to wait?" He asked, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he looked at her. 

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure you'll need something to help you keep sane in the next week." Kate giggled as he groaned. "And something for you to think of, you know? Until our next date. Once you're better." 

"I can't wait." 

And really neither could she.

Anthony was a model patient. An annoying one, the biggest pain in his siblings arse he could manage to be, but a good patient none the less. He took his meds, ate his food and rested. He complained and bitched and moaned every second of it, but he was doing it. He and Kate texted everyday and seeing a message from him light up her phone make a silly smile take over her face like a stupid teen with a crush. 

And finally, three weeks after their disastrous first day, Anthony got the all clear from the doctor and he was waiting for her at the door of a fancy restaurant, looking exactly like that hot, hot man Ben had shown her in a photo that had convinced her to accept the date. 

"You're not going to faint on me, are you, Mr Bridgerton?" Kate asked, with mirth on her smile as she approached him, enjoying the way his eyes raked darkly over her purple dress. 

"Not a chance, Miss Sharma." He barely got the words out before pulling her into his chest and finally, finally, kissing her properly. 

It was a kiss worth waiting for.

And a year and a half later, Anthony's eyes were still raking over her, this time with tears pooling on them as her mother walked her down the isle, the flowy white dress contrasting quite beautifully with her raven dark hair and the henna tattoos on her skin. 

"You're not gonna faint on me now, are you, Mr Bridgerton?" Kate asked for the thousenth time, smiling up at him as she let go of Mary's hand and took his. The smile he offered back was as bright as the sun. 

"Not a change, Mrs Bridgerton." 

Truly, that first date had been one of the best things in her life, after all. 

#my writing #modern AU #First date #blind date #Anthony's just stupid #and stubborn #bridgerton #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #my fic #tumblr prompt #Asks #medical emergency

[hukkelberg]

polin fic idea 💡

i was shopping around the dark recesses of my mind trying to come up with any ideas for a second anthony fic to work on whilst on break and I came up with a delightful idea for a polin fic

so you've seen that book going around with the girl writing a scottish lord pretending he's her fiancée but she's invented him and when the war's over he comes find her turns out he's real and wants to marry her? precisely that, but polin.

say Colin's been traveling the world for like five years (maybe he IS a soldier, it's odd no one is) and he's relatively unknown on the London social scene, perhaps he's never even been introduced! not even Penelope knows him, even if she knows of him, so when one day Cressida and her cronies are harassing her about never getting married and Eloise snaps and blurts out "actually, Penelope here is engaged to my brother", Penelope's so dumbfounded she can't find it in herself to refute it and oh, my, the news have spread like wildfire

"what," she hisses, growing increasingly hysterical, "are we going to do when the news reach your mother? my mother? your BROTHER?"

"dw about it," says Eloise, who runs on 30% confidence 70% winging it energy, "he's chill"

and when they somehow manage to keep up the charade (you can choose to include the letters to Colin or not, maybe pen starts corresponding with him to assuage her mama—not that Colin answers), Penelope's like cool this will be a problem for future me.

Colin currently stepping off a ship: 😌😘 finally back home babey #blessed

he finds it all hilarious and perhaps a little sad, and is entirely willing to participate in their scheme until they find a solution, mainly for his own amusement and also because Penelope is a little ball of nerves and sarcasm and spite, and he finds that endearing and also hot. she is hot what are the people in London on? and obviously Colin is hot himself, and also incredibly charming, so Penelope's fielding potential homewreckers left and right, but also other men start talking to her and so on and so forth and hm. maybe Colin does not mind getting married actually did you know you were talking to his future wife? hands off, bitch.

and then they live happily ever after.

#i have no idea if there's any fic like this already and if there is. link me. obviously. #i dont have it in myself to write it unfortunately #i like polin only not enough to subject my neurosis to it #polin #bridgerton #polin fic #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #writing prompt #fic prompt #can you tell im tagging everything bc i rlly wanna read this lol #someone pick it up i will beta if need be!!

[apinchofm]

Day Five - word prompt 'notebook'

Edwina and Friedrich being adorable and reflect on childhood.

"What is this?"

Friedrich was holding up a small, old yet well preserved notebook wrapped in pink ribbon he had found with others in one of the trunks. Their children had been 'treasure hunting'.

But he could not believe what he had found.

Edwina's eyes widened as he walked into , "Give that to me. Now."

He held it above her head, dodging every attempt

"Friedrich!"

"The old works of Miss Edwina Sharma." Friedrich said, having read the neat label on the inside, no doubt written by her mother, "I cannot believe you had so many diaries." He began flicking through as Edwina threw her arms up in frustration, her face warm with embarrassment.

"Can a child not be allowed to muse?" Edwina said.

Friedrich suddenly stopped on a page and looked up at Edwina who narrows her eyes, "What have you found?"

He chuckled, "Requirements for a husband."

"I was six years old and asked by my governess to do so. Then she told me I was being silly." Edwina told him, "I do not even remember what I wrote!" She did not even wish to think about it! It was probably similar to what Alexandra, who at five years old was determined to prove the existence of fairies, would write.

"Well, let us see if I fulfill said list." Friedrich said seriously

"Please, we do not need to." Edwina beseeched but he sat down on the chaise lounge, dramatically clearing his throat and stretching out to begin the dissection of his wife's six year old mind.

"So, he must be tall and handsome - that is describing me in much detail." He listed, making her roll her eyes, "He must like dogs - we have five, I think I am doing very well - and must, and I quote 'trick a jinn.'"

Edwina groaned in embarrassment, "I had read many a fairy tales in which djinn and evil yashas were slain by handsome kings."

"Does this disqualify me?" Friedrich quipped.

"Your service in the war is enough."

He grinned at the next word. "You wanted a prince." He said, turning the book around so she could see her careful, slightly messy cursive as proof.

"I was six!"

"Ambitious from an early age, I admire that, lieben." He chuckled but his smile sobered as he read the final words on the page.

"What else did I write?" Edwina asked, noting he has stopped, "Should my husband have the ability to magic up cake for me?"

"My appa must love him." Friedrich read out carefully and her smile faded.

She made her way over to Friedrich who pulled her into his lap, as she looked over the tattered notebook.

"He died a few months after I wrote that list." Edwina said quietly, smiling ruefully, "I used to dream about him - at my wedding. Or being a grandfather and reading to my children as he used to do with me." He never changed in her dreams, always the same as she grew older.

Friedrich kissed her forehead and tucked her head under his chin as she sighed.

"I wish I could have met him." Friedrich murmured, "That he could have met the children."

Edwina smiles, looking up at him, "He would have liked you. I think. Your library and observatory at the very least."

He chuckled, "He would be welcome to them as he is family. And my inability to kill evil spirits?"

Edwina chuckled, wiping a stray tear from her eye, "He would have to let that go. But your inability to produce deserts out of thin air...?"

Friedrich laughed, "I shall work on that for you."

#edwinaweek #day five #word prompt #bridgerton #bridgerton fic #edwina sharma #prince friedrich #edwina x friedrich #friedrich x edwina #fluff and feels

[aethermint]

I had this dream when we had a relative of the royals, or someone of importance pritorized during the trip. That perhaps saw King george lesser than himself despise status because of his 'condition' as they like to call it. And of course is besotted with the queen because she is THE queen. And believes George is unworthy of her, and is a creepy douche about it. Nasty and cruel to all around him, specifically Reynolds. And then one day, when the king is out with the horses and reynolds with him, and the queen in the gardens with brimsley. He approaches her with intent to have his way, and she has none of it. He's quick to strike out Brimsley, with a bloody head wound. And Charlotte fights well, giving enough time for Brimsley to gain consciousness. Being the overprotective short queen's man he is, immediately takes action and beats his ass, getting the queen out of harms way and insisting on her safety. She flees in shock, and calls for help, but with her strong relationship with brimsley could not bear to leave him alone. When she returns, guards fast behind her. The douche flees the scene, but brimsley is almost motionless on the grass, and it's a bloody messy sight. Poor Brimsley is suffering and the queen fears the worse. Her screams of anguish are loud enough to leave terror in all those within the grounds, especially the king and reynolds, who arrive too late. Instant relief when the queen announces she is unharmed despite the bloody appearance, quickly turns to dread when they realise who's blood it is. Reynolds is distraught and now it's the royals turn to look after their devolved foot-men. We get blood thirsty vengeance Reynolds, Queen Charlotte and King George and plenty of soft domestic fluff. Even Princess Augusta since we know she canonly has a soft spot for Brimsley. Anyways!! Just a random prompt I came up with and will never write about but wanted to share with a fellow ship lover. (to anyone. That reads this welcome to use the idea)

#Reynolds #brimsley #Bridgerton #queen charlotte #bridgerton queen charlotte #king george bridgerton #brimsley x reynolds #reynolds x brimsley #Writing prompt #fic prompt #Someone write this please #i'm obsessed

[imaginationfanstar]

Inspired by a TV Show

Ok so this idea was originally inspired by @glendybluebird and her Encanto Empire AU. I just loved her character designs and the idea of a Royalty AU with the cast of Encanto when it hit me! What if it was a Regency AU instead? And what if it was based on Bridgerton?! 🤯

Ok so in this AU the Madrigals aren’t quite royalty but they are prominent members of the ton. Very close with the crown. Maybe a Dukedom, I’m not sure yet.

Anyway, the story is a mix between conflicts in the movie and the drama from the show. Isabela plays a part similar to Edwina and Daphne, Dolores plays Penelope, Mirabel and Camilo are Eloise and Benedict, Luisa is Kate, and Abuela is basically Lady Danbury with a hint of Violet Bridgerton. Mariano is the Prince, with a role similar to Colin and his Grandmother is Queen Charlotte. (See where I’m going with this?)

Alma and Queen Carlotta Guzman are old friends and determined to see their families united. So, when the three eldest granddaughters of the Madrigal household, finally come of age, Queen Carlotta has her pick of the perfect suitor for her son and declares Isabela, the Diamond of the Season. With the two of them being long term friends, everything appears to be going perfectly. But nothing is as it seems.

Ever since Dolores was young, she new that her best friend Prince Mariano Guzman was the man of her dreams. Unfortunately, he seems smitten with her cousin and their abuela’s are determined to see them together. Despite being a wise and lovely young woman with a talent for writing and music, Dolores is often overlooked in favor of her older cousin. Compared to Isabela’s popularity with the ton, her perfect poise, and beautiful flowers, Dolores fears that she will always be in her cousin’s shadow. However, being a wall flower does have its advantages and Dolores is keeping a powerful secret.

Isabela Madrigal has always done her best to be the perfect young lady and to please her Abuela. However, she longs for far more freedom than marriage to the crown could give her. She’d much rather explore and travel the world, go horseback riding and cultivate new and exotic plants than reside in the palace, throwing balls, making pretty flower arrangements and popping out babies left and right.

Although she is the younger sibling Luisa is very protective of her family and feels it is her duty to ensure their safety, security, and security within the community. She is strong, smart, intimidating and well read, often emulating their fierce and equally protective Abuela. She will do anything for her family often at her own expense and she can usually be found helping people either within the family or on their vast estate. She does not have many friends amongst the ton nor suitors so she focuses all her energy on vetting the people trying to get close to them. However, under the surface, she longs to finally let down her walls someday, to share her burdens and interests, and finally truly relax.

Meanwhile, Camilo and Mirabel, as the younger spectators of this spectacle, contemplate what they desire out of life, outside of romance, and try to solve the mystery of the ton’s unknown gossip writer. Much like Benedict and Eloise, Camilo and Mirabel are more interested in broader pursuits. Camilo would like to be a performer and work in a theater. While, Mirabel would like to start her own Modiste Shop. I’m also thinking of aging Antonio up about 5 years because I want to give him plot relevance but I’m not sure what that will be yet. 🤔

I’d for a story like this to come to life someday but this is all for now.

#MAYbe I’ll make this someday #encanto #encanto fic #encanto fanfic #bridgerton #prompt 14 #writing prompt #alma madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #mariano guzman #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #tippenfunkaport #glendybluebird

[myficprompts]

there’s probably already a fic like this but i need 15 where they’re at the conservatory ball and lady danbury is looking for where anthony ran off to so she can introduce him to the sharma family and she spots him through the window in the ballroom and whoops who’s that he’s speaking to?

anyway she goes outside and hears his “so you find my smiling pleasing?” comment and right when kate goes to leave, lady danbury comes around the bend of the bush and is like “well miss sharma, i see you’ve made your own introduction to lord bridgerton”

let the chaos ensue in which kate does all to discourage his pursuit of edwina while lady danbury does all to push him and kate together instead and it’s like a three way battle of wills lol

part of me wants to be like ‘lady danbury forces them to get married because of them being alone at the conservatory ball’ but i think she’d give anthony a few warning shots with her cane in reality and a lecture about propriety with a warning that the next time is marriage

#bridgerton #kanthony #kanthony au #bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #bridgerton fic prompt #kanthony fic prompt #i just love conservatory ball aus #we sincerely need more #give me ALLLLL the conservatory ball aus #conservatory ball au #but his ‘you find my smile pleasing’ comment would remind her of Edmund or something as a young man

[bridgerton-bard]

Request Ideas & Prompts

I have a few different works that I am percolating on, and I'll post those when they're ready. In the meantime, if you have requests or prompts you'd like to send my way, my ask box is open.

Characters

Anthony Bridgerton (x Kate or x Fem!Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton (x Fem!Reader)

Colin Bridgerton (x Penelope or x Fem!Reader)

Phillip Crane (x Eloise)

Thomas Dorset (x Fem!Reader)

Prince Friedrich (x Edwina or x Fem!Reader)

Tropes, Prompts, Etc.

Friends

Friends to Lovers

Best Friend's Sibling

Best Friend's Ex/Someone They Liked

Fake Relationship

Marriage Pact

Pen Pals

Mutual Friend acted as a Matchmaker

Enemies

Enemies to Lovers

Love/hate

Nobody Thinks It Will Work

Rivals

Revenge

Not Good Enough for Him/Her (POV of Anyone)

Pen Pals

Sworn Off Relationships

Marriage

Arranged Marriage

Altar Diplomacy (Arranged for Political Reasons)

Honorable Marriage

Jilted Bride

Runaway Bride

Double-In-Law Marriage (Marrying your Brother-in-law's Brother)

Prompt Modifiers (if desired)

Blind to Love: Everyone Else Can See It

Oblivious to Love: The Couple Is the Last To Realize

Oblivious to Love: Their Families Don't See It

Destined to be together/one true love/soulmate/fate

Love at first sight

Second Chance Romance/First Love

Playboy/Rake In Love

Sleeps with everyone but love interest

Stranded Together for Some Reason

Loveable Rogue

Wallflower

In Love with Antihero

Secret Baby

Sudden/Unexpected Baby

Secret Admirer

Disguise ( . . . Masquerade perhaps?)

Mistaken Identity

Is it all as it seems?

Unrequited Love

Afraid to Commit

Can't Express How They Feel

Dark Secret

Emotional Scars

Broken in Some Way

Rejected as Unworthy by Parents, Friends, or Former Lovers

Redemption

Break Up to Save Him/Her

Damsel/Dude in Distress

Kidnapped

Protector

Injury

Road Trip

Opposites Attract: Sunny vs. Grumpy

Opposites Attract: Spontaneous vs. Serious

Opposites Attract: Messy vs. Neat

Opposites Attract: Wants True Love vs. Wants a Fling

Opposites Attract: Country Life vs. City Life

Opposites Attract: Other

#bridgerton netflix #bridgerton books #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x kate #kanthony #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton #colin bridgerton x penelope #polin #thomas dorset #thomas dorset x reader #bridgerton x reader #fic rec #fic prompt

[lavellenchanted]

kiss prompt - end of war kiss and OTP of your choice!

It is strange being back in England. There’s an almost surreal quality to it, for although British forces were at war with Napoleon for over a decade, the British shores remained untouched by the fighting - if you wished it you could believe the war had never happened, unlike travelling through Europe. 

If it weren’t for the cold wind and the bare trees, Friedrich might have thought it was only yesterday that he had left London instead of eight months ago. The city is as busy as ever, even with half the ton decamped to their country estates for the winter. People stroll through the streets in fur-lined hats and coats, their laughter and voices ringing through the air. 

For a brief moment Friedrich envies them, for their easy smiles and the fact that they only know what it cost to stop Napoleon from newspaper reports and not from seeing it firsthand.

Pushing his darker thoughts away, he turns his horse on to Berkeley Square and his heart lifts as he sees the familiar white stone building at the far end of it. Going by the rules of society it is, strictly speaking, too early for social calls but Friedrich’s sure that those inside will forgive him. His Aunt Charlotte, on the other hand, may not; she was rather put out that, his ship having arrived no more than two hours ago, he came to the palace just long enough to greet her and borrow a mount before setting straight back out again. 

But in truth she only has herself to blame. She is the one who introduced him to Miss Sharma, after all.

Being away from Edwina these last months has been more difficult than he could have ever believed was possible. He has thought of her every day, every hour, since they parted, and in the awful, bleak weeks when he was unable even to write to her it was remembering her that gave him the strength to keep going. The embroidered handkerchief she gave him before he left still sits in the inside pocket of his jacket, right over his heart. In his darkest moments he would pull it out, running his thumb over the neat, careful stitches that her hands had made and lifting it to his face so he could breathe in the perfume that still clung to it (orange blossom and jasmine, he has since learned from one of her letters).

Sometimes he would try to conjure her in his mind to talk to her, imagine her responses and how she would look at him with those wide, expressive dark eyes that always seem to see straight through him, but he could never quite get it right. She always surprises him, when they talk, sees things that he never would. It’s one of the things he loves most about her.

He has been able to write to her again while he’s been in Paris, taking part in the negotiations on the treaty written following Napoleon’s abdication and recapture. It has been a drawn-out process, the days long and tedious and full of arguments. Getting each letter from England, seeing her looped handwriting and hearing her voice on the page has kept him sane through it all.

Her latest letter arrived only two days ago, and sits now in his inside pocket with her handkerchief. It is thanks to that letter that he knew exactly where to find her when his ship docked. The Bridgertons are spending Christmas at Clyvedon with the Duke and Duchess of Hastings this year, so Edwina and her mother, both feeling a little out of place, have chosen to stay with Lady Danbury in London. Friedrich can’t help but be a little grateful for that, since Clyvedon would be another two days’ ride away.

A maid or a footman must have seen him coming, because as he draws his horse to a halt outside Danbury House and dismounts the front door swings open and Lady Danbury’s butler peers curiously out, obviously trying to determine the identity of their unusually early visitor.

“Good morning,” Friedrich smiles, striding up the steps. “Is Miss Sharma available?”

He has to give Lady Danbury credit in choosing her staff; the man does not so much as blink at finding a prince on his doorstep. “Your Highness, please come in. I shall enquire if Miss Sharma is able to receive guests.”

The winter wind in Britain does not get anywhere near as cold as it does in Prussia, it must be said, but it is certainly chiller than it was in Paris and still has enough of a bite that it is a welcome respite to step inside into the warmth. Friedrich’s coat and gloves are taken by a footman and he is shown through into the parlour to wait. 

He has been standing warming himself by the fire burning cheerfully in the hearth for perhaps two or three minutes when he hears the sounds of some running in the hall, their footsteps getting louder as they get closer, and then the door burst open and -

“Friedrich!”

Edwina was clearly not prepared for a visitor; she’s wearing a simple lilac day dress, the only ornamentation a satin ribbon at her waistline, and her hair isn’t dressed yet, falling down her back and shoulders in loose waves that gleam like silk. She’s staring at him like she can’t quite believe he’s real, the dark eyes that he’s dreamed of so often moving slowly over his face.

She’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

“Hello, Liebling.”

With a smile, he holds out his arms and Edwina doesn’t hesitate to throw herself into them. He lifts her off her feet, burying his face in her hair and feeling a quiet burst of joy as the familiar scent of orange blossom and jasmine wafts over him. She holds him tightly, trembling a little in the circle of his arms, and when he finally puts her back down and she looks up at him he can see tears gathering along her lashes. 

“You’re here, you’re really here,” she’s saying. “When did you . . ? I didn’t realise you were coming, and I can’t - I’ve missed you so much -”

Her voice breaks a little on the last word, like she didn’t quite mean to say it and is tripping over it in surprise as she realises she has said it, and it’s all too much for Friedrich. He doesn’t trust his voice and there’s nothing for it but to lean in and gently kiss her tears away before they can fall.

“Oh.” She gasps quietly, her eyes fluttering closed beneath his lips. 

“Ich habe dich vermisst, meine Süße,” he murmurs, bringing his hands up to cradle her face and covering her mouth with his.

It’s foolish and reckless and not at all what he intended to do when he set out from the palace, but he can’t bring himself to care. All he knows is that he has longed for this woman with an ache as fierce as anything he’s ever known, he has thought of her each night since he’s been gone and there were moments when he came perilously close to dying and his only real regret was that he wouldn’t get to grow old with her. So now that she’s here before him, he cannot bear to not be kissing her.

Fortunately Edwina doesn’t seem to mind. Her fingers have curled into the front of his jacket and she’s lifting herself up on her toes to press herself more closely to him. Her lips are soft and warm beneath his, moving tentatively at first and then more surely as they find their rhythm, their breathing growing heavier. Each stroke of her mouth is a revelation, making his heart race faster, and he thinks he might just like to lose himself in doing this forever -

“Ahem.”

They break apart like startled deer, and Friedrich can’t be entirely sure when his mind is feeling rather dazed and slow, but he thinks Edwina has to hastily turn a snort of laughter into a cough when they see Lady Danbury standing in the doorway, leaning on her cane, watching them what appears to be exasperation more than anything.

“Do forgive me for interrupting,” she says drily.

“Lady Danbury,” Edwina starts, “We were just -”

“Whatever you are about to finish that sentence with, I suggest you don’t. Regrettably my vision remains perfect in spite of my advancing years, and any other explanation would be an insult to my intelligence.” Lady Danbury’s words are precise, but they lack the sharpness Friedrich knows she is more than capable of, so he can only assume she doesn’t mind too much. Especially when after another moment she sighs and looks up. “I suppose, since you are freshly back from the war, Your Highness, I might overlook the impropriety this once. Edwina, I am going to fetch your mother. I expect it will take a few minutes. When I get back, I should prefer it if there were either a ring on Miss Sharma’s finger or at least six feet between you.”

With that, she turns and sweeps from the room in a manner almost as imperious as Friedrich’s Aunt Charlotte. 

They stare after her for a moment, then catch each other’s eye and dissolve into quiet giggles. As they laugh, Friedrich reaches to pull Edwina into his arms again and presses one more swift kiss to her lips.

“Well, Liebling, I’m afraid I cannot bear to be six feet away from you,” he says, and pulls a ring from his pocket. “So I think it will have to be the former.”

kiss prompts

#thank you for the prompt my lovely!! #obviously had to be fredwina #bridgerton #edwina sharma #prince friedrich #edwina x friedrich #fredwina #otp: a diamond and her prince #my fic

[belloves]

Since Bridgerton pulled a 180 and casted/showed Phillip YEARS before he ever becomes a main character, the question now is: do we think that they’ll do the same thing with Michael Stirling (and also include Francesca’s marriage with John)? Or will they just do Michael and Francesca without a marriage to John?

#bridgerton #michael sterling #francesca bridgerton #occasionally I just randomly think of bridgerton with no prompting #also tempted to write a short brief fic with edwina and fredrich

[kikibridger]

POLIN AU PROMPT🧁

Colin Bridgerton is a food blogger who has been travelling for the past 3 years. He tried pastries from all over the world, but nothing beat the pastries he had from the bakery Lady Whistledown in London. To his chagrin, he has never met the owner of Whistledown, who is also best friend with his sister, Eloise and is quite close with his whole family. However they have been emailing eachother since he post a review of the bakery. What will happen when he will finally meet the women he has been talking to from past 3 years and who he might be in love with??

#bridgerton fic #polin #polin au #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #penelope x colin #polin fic #polin fanfiction #polinators #polinedit #fic prompt