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bridgerton-bard · 1 month

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Bridgerton Audiobooks Included with Spotify Premium

I just thought I would put out a note to let anyone who was unaware know that all of the audiobooks in the Bridge-verse written by Julia Quinn are now free to download/stream for Spotify Premium subscribers.

Obviously this isn't paid promotion, but if you had wanted to pick them up, this is a great time if you're a spotify subscriber. I was surprised they were included due to the popularity of the show, but they're all there. I'm currently listening to To Sir Phillip, With Love.

Happy listening! 😘

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lovesickhoneybee · 1 year

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“I’ve decided that Anthony has no allergies of any kind, and furthermore will live to the ripe old age of 92.” -Julia Quinn

#HAPPILY EVER AFTER #they get the rest of their lives together!!!#i love them your honor #bridgerton #kate sharma #kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kate x anthony #bridgerton s2

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beedreamscape · 2 years

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So... this is the Colin I wanna see, not the angry smothered (ooc) man he was in his own novel.

#polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #the bridgertons happily ever after #2nd epilogue #bridgerton

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murdockparker · 2 years

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A Million Dreams

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: He didn’t believe he could be so taken with her, taken with such a lady of the ton. If only she were to stay in London, stay with him.

Word Count: 3.3k

Prompts: 21. “You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

Warnings: fluff, angst, heartbreak (still has a happy ending I promise!)

A/N: okay so, for the prompts, I loosely followed the first one (aka didn’t use it word for word lol sorry) so.... anywayyyyyy.... enjoy?

Courting came so easily to him, he realized. Benedict Bridgerton didn’t anticipate the possibility of courting this season, but when his eyes met with the ever elusive Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he was smitten. Something in his gut was telling him to go over to her, to ask for a dance, to charm her off her feet. Never had he felt like this, especially at any event of the season, no, it was something purely chemical—magical, even. He couldn’t explain the draw to her—perhaps it was how her laugh that filled the room, or how her smile made him feel as if he were flying—regardless, he felt the attraction all the same and needed to do something about it.

A dance, that was all it took. Unbeknownst to him at the time, but she was just as easily bewitched by Mr. Bridgerton, something about the way he looked at her—about how his presence made her feel—she knew it was something worth exploring, worth humoring.

The exploration led a courtship spanning over a few months, both parties involved equally relishing in its success. Not only had Benedict Bridgerton found a person to whom he could share everything with but how freeing it felt to open oneself to another without the fear of rejection or humiliation. She became his greatest supporter, instantly falling in love with his artistic endeavors and passions. Never once did she complain about sitting for a drawing, no matter how long she had to stay still and listen to his gentle suggestions and poses.

He had fallen in love. He knew this for a fact and within the short months of their courtship, Benedict knew that she was exactly who he needed to have beside him for the rest of his life. He was on the precipice of proposing, knowing in his heart of hearts that she was likely to say yes.

So he charmed her into a promenade, a sweet walk in her family’s garden just as the sun begun to set, the scent of roses and wildflowers enveloped their senses.

“It’s a beautiful night,” (Y/N) smiled lightly, her face rather tight.

Benedict nodded quietly, reaching out for her hand. She took it without any hesitation. They both continued to walk, to enjoy the silence of the dusk and the rhythms of the night coming in like the tide.

“My dearest,” Benedict broke their silence, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“And I you,” (Y/N) said, gripping his hand even tighter.

“Is that so?” Benedict teased. “I suppose it is quite convenient that we are alone in the gardens, isn’t it?”

“It is…” she trailed off, her eyes wandering to the rather impressive statue her mother had commissioned for the garden not too long ago. Cupid, how terribly poetic.

Benedict felt her hand loosen on his, his brows furrowing slightly. “Is everything alright?”

She simply shook her head and sat down, conveniently on a nearby stone bench.

“Please,” Benedict kneeled before her, his hands atop her own, resting on her lap. “What ever could be troubling you?”

“My father,” (Y/N) said, her voice wavering, “do you remember him sharing about his mining endeavors?”

Benedict nodded once, firmly.

“His partners have come across a new place to mine,” she sighed, eyes pointed at their joined hands, “it is said to be rather prosperous, a worthy investment.”

“That,” he said, “that’s wonderful, my love. Your father must be elated at the prospects.” Her demeanor didn’t change, there was more to the story—hesitance practically swallowing her whole. “Why... why would that bring you down so terribly?”

She took a deep breath—to compose herself, in fear of letting tears overwhelm her.

“The mine is in the Americas.”

Oh.

“Oh,” Benedict’s hands nearly fell from her lap, knowing full well what his love was implying with the news. “So… that means…?”

“We are to move by the end of the week,” (Y/N) sniffled, pressing a gloved hand to her nose. “Father is already there and awaiting our arrival. Mama, my brothers and I are to meet him as soon as we dock.”

“You’re—(Y/N), you cannot leave,” Benedict rose quickly from the ground, “your life is in London, your life is here.”

“Benedict…”

“Your father simply cannot make you go,” he started to pace, “you are supposed to stay here, stay with me.”

(Y/N) deflated in her seat, posture becoming what easily her governess would have scolded her for. “My love, it is not as if I want to leave London—to leave you.”

“Then don’t,” Benedict said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He clawed at his jacket pocket, hand diving into the inner lining. “I had planned on doing this tonight regardless,” he sunk back down onto his knee—one this time—his fingers prying open the rather small box, “but it seems time is of the essence and… well?”

“Benedict,” she was speechless, her heart had leapt to her throat, tears already spilling down her face.

“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I wish to spend the rest of my life with you, if you would let me,” Benedict—now feeling the tears well in his eyes—gasped for air, “we can stay in London—together—and build a life with one another.”

“I-I can’t—”

“We can elope,” he said quickly, rising back to his feet, pulling her up with him, “take a trip to Scotland and be back by the end of the week—wedded and happy.”

(Y/N) shook her head wildly. “No, Benedict, you misunderstand,” her eyes met his, “I can’t marry you—elopement or not—I simply have to go, my family…”

“You cannot marry me or you do not wish to marry me?” Benedict asked, his voice nearly broken.

“There is nothing more that I would do,” she said, raising a hand to meet his cheek, “than to marry you, Benedict Bridgerton. I love you, truly and wholly, I do, but my brothers need me—need their elder sister. My mother…” she sighed, hand sliding down to his chest. “She would be crushed, I do not think she’d fair well with my absence all the way across the sea—”

“Then I shall come with you,” his hand met hers once again, “I will follow you to the Americas, we can start our new life there.”

“No.”

“I…” he was taken aback, “no? You do not wish—”

“As I cannot be parted from my family, you certainly cannot be parted from yours,” (Y/N) said slowly, insuring her words were taken only in the most sincere of regards. “You also cannot just abandon the academy, Benedict. You spent so much time getting accepted—to build and learn your craft, you can’t just give up and run away with me.”

“But I would,” he said, his voice firm, “I would give up everything—everything—to be with you.”

“And that is simply something I cannot ask of you,” she shook her head, “as placated and happy as we would be, the guilt—heavens the guilt—would consume me, Benedict,” a tear rolled down her cheek. “Holding you back from greatness, it would be too much for me to bear.”

“That is not your call to make, my love,” he tried to reason, “if I am to live a life with you, I would never regret it, not even for a moment. You could never hold me back.”

Gently, oh-so-gently, she rose to her toes, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. It was sweet and light, the calm before the storm.

A goodbye.

“I’m leaving, Benedict,” (Y/N) said, a finality to her tone, a sternness to her words, “and I will miss you with everything I am and everything that I will be.”

Her hand left his chest, sliding completely off his form. She tried not to look him in the eye, knowing if she were to do that, she would fall apart at the seams.

He knew that she was right, of course, she usually was. He simply couldn’t leave his family, uproot his life and move to an unstable and unknown way of living across the ocean, worlds apart from the people he cared about most. Benedict couldn’t make her stay, he knew that much.

But she couldn’t stop him from waiting.

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The salty sea air made her sick. After far too long on yet another boat—even though she swore to herself to never travel such a distance again—she had arrived back to England. It had been well over a year since she had traveled in the rather untrusting transportation across the water, so to finally step foot on dry land—on her homeland—was reassuring.

Something was nagging in her heart, a hope, perhaps. She had tried to keep in correspondence with Benedict, hoping to still have a piece of him all the way across the sea, but he never sent her as much as a note back. In total, she sent fourteen letters, each more lovely than the last. It was no surprise that he refused to respond—she had broken his heart, after all, but she persisted.

Thankfully, a few dear friends of the ton had kept her up to date—as much as one can, of course—with everything and anything that had happened in town. Sometimes they would include the elusive Lady Whistledown in their letters, just to keep things fresh. Normally though, they would keep tabs on Benedict, whether (Y/N) had asked them to or not.

So, thanks to her new knowledge and forced invitation by her dear friend she had been staying with, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was standing in the back of the room, awaiting the unveiling of Benedict’s latest works of art. He had become somewhat of a notable name in the ton—something she knew he could always achieve—and this was his first true gallery. Granted, it was held at Bridgerton House, so the gallery wasn’t known for being spacious, but it was impressive nonetheless.

How she managed to arrive at Bridgerton House without any sort of announcement or acknowledgement is beyond her knowledge or comprehension, but it was a good chance to be the first to let Benedict know she had returned. He was mere steps away, tucked into a small room off to the side, eyes fixed on a singular landscape, everyone seemingly enjoying the party elsewhere instead of congratulating the man of the evening.

He hadn’t changed since she had seen him last—save for the sideburns, he had grown them slightly, she noticed—but it had only been a little over a year, a drastic physical change was a bit foolish to be prepared for. But, it comforted her to know that Benedict Bridgerton was the same man she left all that time ago.

She could only hope his heart held the same impression.

A quick deep breath and a shaky sigh, she stepped forward. “Benedict.”

His face dropped, his mouth slightly agape, his piercing eyes meeting hers for the first time in a long time—a sight he truly never anticipated to see again. “(Y/N).”

(Y/N) wanted to run right into his arms, feel his embrace as she welcomed him again, but something seemed off.

“I-It’s good to see you,” (Y/N) managed to squeak out, pressed firmly to her spot on the floor.

“How…?”

“Father has found great success in the mines,” (Y/N) started, inching closer to him, “so I managed to convince my parents to allow me to return to London unaccompanied.”

Benedict’s eyes flicked to her hands—wrung with anxiety—searching for something intently.

“And your husband has allowed this…?"

(Y/N) allowed a small smile to curl her lips. “I am not yet wed,” she moved her left hand—so that is what he was searching for. “I came here on my own volition.”

“Your parents would have never allowed you to come alone,” Benedict shook his head, “you’re an unwed lady—”

“Perhaps I snuck off, then,” (Y/N) said, waving her hand, “regardless of how I came to be here this evening, I’m here, Benedict.” She had managed to step nearly to his side, looking directly up into his stare. “I came back.”

“You did,” he let out a shallow breath, “you came back…”

“Are you in disbelief?”

“I am,” Benedict laughed humorlessly, “I nearly mourned your departure on every passing day since you left, only for you to be standing in front of me,” his hand reached out to graze her cheek—to prove she was real and she was there.

“I came back for you, Benedict,” tears were welling in her eyes, she had held them back for so long, “should you have me, of course.”

“I…” he sighed, posture deflating, “I wish it were that easy, (Y/N).”

“I am not sure I understand?”

“You left,” his tone was pointed, “a-and you wanted nothing to do with me—”

“Nothing to do with you?” (Y/N) raised her voice. “Are you mad? I wanted nothing more than to stay and be with you, Benedict. It just…” she ground her teeth, “wasn’t in the cards.”

“And yet you cannot just show up—announced I might add—and expect me to just willfully forget all of the anguish I had suffered in your absence,” Benedict’s voice was firm, he was serious.

“It is foolish of me,” (Y/N) nodded, “I will admit my faults in that regard, but if I could have stayed—”

“I proposed to you, (Y/N),” Benedict said sharply, “I lowered myself to one knee and bore my heart out to you that night.” She stood silently, unsure of how to respond. “My God, I even begged you to elope with me,” he laughed, “if you truly wanted to stay and be wed, you had every opportunity to do such a thing.”

“That is unfair and you know it,” she sneered, “I couldn’t just leave my family—to go and elope with an artist.”

Immediately did she want to take her words back, shove them down to the depths of regret and anguish—but it was far too late for that. The damage had been done, Benedict’s face taking the toll, the brunt of the turmoil.

“Yes,” he said cooly, face unchanging, “I am an artist, a successful one, too.” Benedict dug one hand into his pocket, the other flying wildly to his side—gesturing to the landscape beside them. “Unless, you couldn’t tell.”

“Benedict, you know I didn’t mean that—”

“You were gone, for a year, thousands of miles away from me—from London,” Benedict sneered, his tone downright hurtful. “You had all of the space in the world to figure out what you wanted and yet you come to my home to insult my craft? The very craft you did nothing but support?”

“You’re right!” She had enough, reaching her breaking point. “I did have all the space in the world—the universe! Because of that space, Benedict,” she flailed a finger in his face, “I realized what I wanted and I was hellbent on working for it!”

“And whatever,” he said cooly, pushing her finger out of his face, “could that be?”

“You, Benedict. You are what I want.”

Benedict blinked once. Twice. He stayed silent, watching carefully as her chest heaved with every deep breath she took, she was serious. He turned on his heels, facing the lavish landscape he had been admiring earlier.

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, you know,” Benedict nodded to the painting, “for this and practically the entire gallery.”

She looked at the canvas carefully—it was a beautiful rendition of a garden, the sunset practically glowing against the blues and deep hues of the foliage. It had looked just as if it were a normal garden of the ton, but something was nagging at her, a familiar feeling. It wasn’t until her eyes locked into the statue in the far right side—Cupid—that she realized what exactly this piece was. Where exactly this piece was.

“This is… my garden.”

“The day you left.”

“It’s lovely,” she hummed, her heart somewhere between deflating or dropping, “the sunset… it looks just like it did.”

“It was hard for me to forget,” Benedict nodded, “the name of the piece, do you wish to hear it?”

“That depends,” (Y/N) looked to him, “will it hurt me further?”

“I called it ‘Love and Loss’,” he continued, “no matter how many times I recalled that evening, how many times I was angry or disappointed in how things left off, I still longed for you. Mourned your loss, wishing you to return.”

“A-and the love?” (Y/N) squeaked out.

“Well,” Benedict laughed lightly, “I hardly think it is impossible to imagine that I loved you—that I still love you.”

“You still love me?” Her voice was hopeful, suddenly feeling as if she were walking on air.

Benedict enveloped her hands with his own. “Of course I do, I never stopped.”

“But you said that you mourned—”

“And I did,” he said curtly, “but even when one mourns, it does not mean that the love was entirely lost, my dear.” Benedict ran his thumb carefully over the back of her hand, tracing small circles as he went. “But you made your way back to London, back to me, even if you had done so without your parents knowledge or consent,” he pointed his brow, a trademark smirk enveloped his lips.

“I did,” she smiled, “how foolish of me it was to believe that I could continue my life without Benedict Bridgerton in it.”

“We are all known to be foolish at times,” Benedict nodded. She slapped him playfully.

“This is the part where you disagree and profusely tell me that I am not a fool!”

“But that would be a lie,” he mused, “because it was quite foolish to leave a man such as myself behind, I do believe I am quite the catch, would you not agree?”

“You are quite full of yourself Benedict Bridgerton,” (Y/N) smirked.

“But you love me for it,” his smile softened, “do you not?”

“I do,” she hummed, feeling herself grow closer into his touch. “I love you for everything that you are, everything that you will be.”

“So… it is suffice to say that you love me?”

“I…” a rolling laughter escaped her lips. “Is that not what I just said?”

Benedict leaned down, closer to her, inching his way into her personal space. “But my dear, after a year of a deafening silence and lack of your presence, I do think I deserve to hear it once more.”

“I love you,” (Y/N) said, pressing her forehead against his own. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

In an instant, Benedict closed the gap between the two, pressing his lips against her own. It felt like the entire weight of the world was sealed in this kiss, and in a way, it was. After a year apart—separated by an ocean and familial duties—the two souls found their way back to one another, destined to reconnect, to love again.

“I want to take you up on your offer,” (Y/N) said, hesitantly pulling away from Benedict’s embrace.

“My offer?”

“To marry,” she smiled lightly, “I do think my parents would find solace in knowing that while their daughter did flee the country and new home without their knowledge, she had a husband to take care of her in their absence.”

“A husband, you say?” Benedict grinned.

“Yes, I do suppose you know where I could find one?”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t find you a husband here in such short notice,” Benedict hummed, tapping his foot lightly. “Not here, anyway.”

Her eyes landed on his expectantly, a glimmer of hope residing.

“But I suppose if we were to travel to Scotland, we could solve this issue rather quickly,” he nearly rubbed his chin in thought—a rather jesting gesture. “Do you not agree?”

“I do,” her left hand gripped his, holding it firmly, “I agree wholeheartedly.”

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #reader insert #is the title based on the greatest showman?? yes. yes it is #will i be changing it?#no. no I will not #ah so anyway... this hurt #but it's okay!! they good #they're probably living it up happily ever after and all that jazz #am i posting this on fourth of july and the reader moved to america?#ironic innit?

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eleanor-bradstreet · 11 months

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After Willow Bark, what would Benedict and Sophie's first visit to Romney Hall after his illness be like?

Would Eloise have children quickly in her marriage?

How would the twins warm to their closest Aunt and Uncle? Having Aunts and Uncles are probably a new concept for them.

Hello there,

What a lovely question! I imagine after the wedding the broader Bridgerton family head back to London and Benedict and Sophie visit just before Phillip and Eloise depart on their honeymoon. So many little moments come to mind.

They tour the gardens, with Bridgerton siblings and spouses splitting off into pairs. Despite everything, Benedict remembers the bedside conversation he had with Eloise and her uncertainty before the wedding. He is now fully emotionally available to her and asks a lot of questions to make sure she is happy as a wife. She rolls her eyes at him and convinces him she is and he admits he never thought he'd see the day. Then he starts to make jokes at her expense.

Sophie adores her new bestie Phillip and asks him to teach her everything he knows about medicinal herbs. Since she watched him save Benedict's life, she wants to learn herbalism and use it to help her growing family and others. I HC Sophie as a respected healer/midwife in her part of the countryside. She refuses to sit still as an aristocratic wife and wants to help others, always thinking back to her mother who was pregnant, helpless and died young.

The twins are shy at first. You're right, they are probably a bit undersocialized and not at all used to having extended family. They warm to Benedict when he starts picking on Eloise in front of them - messing up her hair and bothering her. He scampers off with them and Phillip catches the three of them planning pranks, which he has to chastise.

Benedict has a heart-to-heart with Phillip. He thanks him again and says he does not doubt his character and will never forget his actions. BUT, as Eloise's closest brother he must demand that Phillip cherish and protect her and keep her happy. Phillip promises he'll do so, as long as Benedict stops teaching pranks to the twins. They laugh and Benedict starts to share his tips for deescalating Eloise when she gets riled about things.

The twins are still wary of Sophie until she volunteers to tell them a bedtime story. Cinderella (of course). The twins chatter about how they are orphans just like Cinderella and Sophie explains to them how she is too. They bond over this and she tells them how lucky they are to have a kind aunt and uncle in Phillip and Eloise to take care of them, and that she and Benedict will take care of them too, and will give them cousins to be friends with. She explains how none of them are really orphans anymore because they have a huge family with the Bridgertons.

As for Phillip and Eloise's own children, if this were my HC/adaptation, I wouldn't see them have any. Both to honor show!Eloise's anxiety/trauma around pregnancy and childbirth, and to honor their family as a sort of found family of misfits. Phillip was crushed under the structure of a traditional family his whole life, and Eloise despises the tradition in the first place. I find it important to portray found/chosen family and childfree individuals as equally valid to biological families and parents. Between Eloise's reading and fearless detective skills, plus Phillip's herbal knowledge, I imagine they would take precautions to prevent pregnancy. (Barrier methods were a thing in regency times.) BUT I know canonically they have three children in the books. If they were to do so, I envision they would start ~2 years into their marriage after they both did a lot of soul searching to overcome Eloise's anxieties and Phillip's fear of becoming his father.

I don't know if you were expecting an essay, but here it is 😅 Thank you for this lovely, thought provoking question! My favorite 'happily ever after' to envision in the Bridgerton universe is precisely this one. Benophie and Philoise as neighbors in the countryside, visiting each other weekly where Ben and Eloise get up to shenanigans while Phillip and Sophie roll their eyes and sip their gin, sharing a deep friendship. Phillip grows herbs to supply Sophie's midwifery practice. They look after each other's children, Sophie nurturing them while Eloise radicalizes them lol. Benedict paints the whole array of flowers Phillip grows. It's idyllic 💙💚

#thank you for this #answers from el #benophie #philoise #my two favorite Bridgerton couples living happily ever after

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zemkzone · 1 year

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Perspective - A ColdFlash Regency Story: FINAL CHAPTER

More of a bonus after-the-happily-ever-after, but... still!

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Married life agreed with Bartholomew FitzAllen-Snart, Viscount-Consort Wynters and Baron FitzAllen. He and his husband—the word still brought a giddy smile to his lips—had returned to British shores mid-December in 1816 after a six-month honeymoon travelling through the continent. It had been the Grand Tour Barry had not been able to take years ago, all the more special because of his travelling companion. Len had had no preference whether they settled at Carmichael or Caldridge until spring, but Barry had been ready for a change.

“I spent so much time trying to protect, then save, my family’s estate these last few years,” he explained when they arrived in London, “I now feel hesitant to reside within its walls once more.”

“Then we shall spend Christmas at Caldridge,” Len replied agreeably, “and keep Carmichael closed until summer. Perhaps after the Season, you might want to spend at least a few weeks at your childhood home again.”

Barry twined their fingers together, smiling gratefully. “My home is with you now. And, in any case, the two estates are an easy ride or brisk walk away from each other.”

At Caldridge, he and Len fell into a routine. They would attend to the more important estate and business before breakfast, only to retreat to their respective studies to finish their remaining paperwork shortly before dinner. The hours in between and the hours after were theirs to do as they wished. Since Barry’s new laboratory would not be finished until summer and neither he nor his husband were interested in attending the Season of 1817, he dedicated his spare time to acquainting himself with the veritable maze of hallways and hidden passages in the house. He quickly noticed that the high-ceilinged rooms meant that even his softest moans sounded much louder whenever he and Len engaged in marital congress outside their bedroom. And they did take such congress seriously. In every room and surface they could manage it.

Barry made his greatest discovery, however, two months into his explorations. [...]

READ THE REST OF THE CHAPTER HERE

As always, peep for FABULOUS art by the amazing @hardwiredweird ~

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sophiamariabeckett · 2 years

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It’s how I went to target and saw they had all of the bridgerton books except one…

#it’s a sign #they got the happily ever after #and the other Miss bridgerton #but not-#hmmmmm #the silence is loud #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie

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silverhallow · 2 years

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The Epilogue of

💫In Another Life💫

Is now on ao3

🧡thank you everyone who has read and commented on this story I love you all 🧡

#in another life #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benophie #sophie beckett #benedict x sophie #happily ever after

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cindysku · 1 year

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White Oak Library District created this for the valentines season. You are welcome to share or play!Be the belle of the ball and navigate the many famous romance tropes. Will you marry or forever be alone?New From The White Oak Library District!This is a Google form.http://ow.ly/4glA50MFIEFThis escape room is suitable for grades 7-12 and adults

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b-and-e-outlet · 1 year

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Bridgerton books nearly completed

So Just purchased book eight of the series written by Julia Quinn and I have the last three books in the series to complete reading before i get onto the next series she has in store and I cant wait to read the rest of her novels.

She is such an inspiration and such a must read if your into you historical romance novels like me who truly wants to find that true love in your life that you want to keep alive in your heart and soul and cant keep away from.

Lets give Hyacinth and Greggory the two younger siblings a read and see what the troublesome duo in the first few books get into and see if they manage to find true love like their older siblings. I cant wait to dive into these books before purchasing the happily ever after book to see what it is like for all the family then to get into her other series.

Suggestions on what must reads next with Julia Quinn will be kindly appreciated.

#Bridgerton #bridgerton series #books #Book eight #Julia Quinn #inspiration #historical romance #novels #true love #your life #heart and soul #dive in #happily ever after

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noirrose21-blog · 2 years

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If Bridgerton does a prequel series focusing on Edmund and Violet’s meeting and relationship before ABCDEFGH Bridgerton, I think we found young Miss Violet Ledger

Dakota Johnson!

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #violet bridgerton #edmund bridgerton #bridgerton: happily ever after #probably mixed in with rokesby as well

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thatbitchinbridgerton · 2 years

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I’ve been seeing a lot of posts saying that the contract between Julia Quinn and Shondaland has it so that the Bridgerton Siblings end up with the same characters from the book. Idk about a contract, but JQ says that it’s her understanding the Bridgerton siblings WILL still end up with their HEA’s. (Thank Goodness).

#bridgerton #shondaland #bridgerton siblings #julia quinn #duke and i #the viscount who loved me #an offer from a gentleman #romancing mister bridgerton #to sir phillip with love #when he was wicked #it’s in his kiss #on the way to the wedding #happily ever after #bridgerton series #bridgerton books

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hugsandnoregrets · 1 year

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I know in the Bridgerton fandom it’s like speaking into the void but like.

If Anthony and Ben and Simon don’t have STDs or bastards, if the Bridgerton coffers are super deep and old money with a hand wave about good investments and a single song montage of Anthony signing papers, if the Featheringtons can bounce back from housing an unmarried pregnant woman and scheming to marry her to a Bridgerton, if Marina can be considered a respectable married woman despite the nature of her scandal, if Daphne wasn’t forced to marry Berbrooke despite him and Anthony coming to an agreement and Berbrooke loudly announcing said agreement in public, if Daphne was let out of her social obligation with the Prince who was loudly and proudly courting her, if Simon was able to forgive literally being assaulted, if Kate was able to survive a regency era comatose concussion after being tossed from a horse directly onto a rock, if Edwina is able to show her face again after the public humiliation and still be desirable, if Kate and Anthony could get their happily ever after after because the Queen smiled while they danced, if Eloise can still be considered a lady and her family gets invited to balls despite being a political radical, if Eloise managed to go to the lower income side of town wearing jewel encrusted tiaras without ever being noticed or ruined from meeting with a man unchaperoned…

why on earth does everyone demand realism and realistic punishment and societal reaction for Penelope?? None of our other characters ever have been truly impacted by realism. So why now? Why this season?

#personal #rant #penelope featherington #Bridgerton

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