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silverhallow · 1 year

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May I respectfully request a torrid romance fiction between varley and Benedicts Valet? Sophie and Benedict could catch them in a "embrace" while they are looking for privacy themselves. No one will be able to look eachother in the eye!

A little Drabble:

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The days between his engagement to Sophie and leaving for Aubrey Hall for the wedding had been a bit manic, trying to get a few moments alone with his fiancee was a nightmare.

It was like his mother deliberately had everyone on guard duties to ensure they were not left alone together. His ears were still ringing a little bit from the slap Violet had given him after Sophie had run up the stairs and he knew that was the reason why she was so insistent that Sophie and Benedict not be left alone…

But they had made it to Bridgerton House, they were spending the night here before they would go down to Aubrey Hall tomorrow and meet the rest of the family. He had finished with the solicitors, his papers in order and the lease closed on the house, the staff he had, had been sent to My Cottage to get it ready with Mr and Mrs Crabtree, with the exception of his Valet who he would need to help him get ready for his wedding.

He had been lucky, he had an hour with Sophie where they had a bit of a disaster dancing lesson but it had been a more interesting marital lesson instead and the view of his soon to be wife, on top of him… well, it had kept him company in a constant state of arousal all day… just thinking about getting to see her naked sitting atop him like that… and her breasts…

Damn he thought to himself as he once again readjusted his breeches as Graves walked in with his cravat. It was nearly time for dinner and since the interval in the drawing room, he knew Kate and Anthony would not be so lax in the chaperoning duties… especially as Anthony had slapped the back of his head as well after Sophie had gone upstairs to start getting ready for dinner with Kate.

“Thank you Graves, I can manage it myself tonight” Benedict said, not wanting his trusty Valet to get that close to him when he was sporting a bit of a situation.

“Very well Mr Bridgerton, do you require me for anything else this eve?” Graves asked

“No, go have your dinner and you may retire” Benedict replied, taking the cloth from his Valet.

“Very good Sir, have a good evening” and with a curt bow of his head, he left the room.

Benedict splashed his face with the now cold water, willed his erection to just… go away… at least until later when the image could run wild and he could do something about it… tied his cravat and poured himself a drink from the side table in his room.

Despite the many renovations that Bridgerton House had undergone in the last two years his room had been left as it was and it was warm and it was familiar and Anthony had said earlier that morning he would leave Benedict’s room as it was for him and Sophie to use whenever they would return to London.

Number 5 was too small for what, god willing, would be a growing family so he extended his home to his oldest sibling and his soon to be wife.

Benedict loved the idea of being able to use Bridgerton House as their base as and when they came to London, it would save on the staff and the expenses of a secondary home.

After drinking his Brandy he made his way down the stairs, only to spot his rather beautiful fiancee waiting in the hallway, her fingers fiddling with the fabric of her blue gown and he had to admit she looked breathtaking. Bridgerton blue looked spectacular on her and it stole his breath and he knew he was going to have to steal a moment when no one else was around.

With a smirk to himself and on surprisingly quiet feet he snuck down the stairs whilst Sophie had her back turned, using the bannister to slid down in a fit of giddy whimsy, and to avoid the creaking stairs before landing quietly next to her and wrapping an arm around her waist.

She squeaked and he placed his hand over her mouth “relax my love, it is just me”

“Benedict you about caused my heart to stop” Sophie scolded her hand on her now racing heart.

“I am sorry but you looked so beautiful, standing here alone…” he grinned before tugging her away “come…” he grinned

“Annie… she will be…”

“She will wait” Benedict grinned and tugged Sophie down the corridor and through the door towards the servants entrance of the house, a space he knew he would be able to have a few moments to kiss his fiancee…

Or so he thought.

Sophie giggled as she let Benedict tug her away, she knew she shouldn’t and they shouldn’t but it was just days before their wedding and after their activities in the drawing room earlier she wasn’t in a position to complain.

Benedict steered her through the door and just as he was about to wrap his hands around her waist and tug her into him, Sophie spotted two people locked in a rather passionate and fiery embrace and she squeaked and gasped. “Oh my!”

The noise the couple in front of them made was like a plunger and sent shivers down Sophie’s back as the two turned to face her…

Two faces she knew well…

“Graves… Mrs Varely!?” Sophie squeaked

“Miss Beckett!!” Varely gasped

“Mr Bridgerton… I… I…” stammered his trusty Valet, both Valet and Housekeeper were a deep shade of red but that was nothing compared to the colour Sophie turned.

“I… I think perhaps… we should never speak of this… EVER again” Benedict said, trying to rid his brain of the image of his Valet with his hands on certain areas of the Featherington’s Housekeeper.

“I…. I… Yes sir” Stammered the Valet as Sophie ran from the corridor and Benedict turned on his heel to leave the two servants in the corridor…

Benedict didn’t even want to think about what was going on there… but needless to say… it had finally cured the problem of his erection.

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #Graves #Mrs Varley #ask ash #benophie

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quotergirl19 · 1 year

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Mrs. Varley forged a letter from George to Marina in season 1.

She forged a document as Lord Jack Featherington in season 2.

I wonder if she’s going to forge a letter or something from Colin to Penelope or Penelope to Colin in season 3.

#bridgerton #quotergirl random thoughts #bridgerton season 3 speculation #mrs varley

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emergoatlover · 26 days

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kin list except i have insanely rancid vibes

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bridgertonpolls · 3 days

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#bridgerton #polls #2024: favorite character round 2 #mrs. varley #gregory bridgerton

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nikibogwater · 2 years

Conversation

(During a break-in at the Varley estate):

Bernadetta: They'll kill the children!

Yuri: Over my dead body, they will!

Bernadetta: That's what I'm saying, you'd be dead too in that scenario!

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe:3h #bernadetta von varley #yuri leclerc #yuridetta #incorrect quotes #source: fantastic mr fox #this quote radiated too much yuridetta energy for me to not post

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queen-haq · 1 month

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Fic: Never You (Penelope x Colin) - Part 5

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV show)

Spoilers: S3 released scenes.

Summary: They may have been friends once but his callous words decimated their relationship. Determined not to have anything to do with him, Penelope is ready to move on. But Colin isn’t giving up, not at all. Friends or not, they are connected for life - and he intends to remind her of that.

Excerpt:

“You would hate me for not wanting to court you. You would be that selfish?”

“Of course you would think that.”

“What else is this if not punishment?”

Masterlist (contains links to previous parts and my other stories)

Part 5

“Open the door this instant, Penelope!”

Hearing the banging on her door and her mama’s voice yelling from the other side, Penelope quickly put away her writing materials. The newest Lady Whistledown column sheet was almost ready. She had planned to complete it while Prudence and Portia were busy entertaining callers this afternoon only to be interrupted repeatedly. Irritated, she walked to the door and opened it, allowing Portia Featherington to barge in.

In her mother’s hands was a lovely bouquet of lilies which Portia placed on the nearby desk.

“The Bridgerton boy is here.” There was no mirth on Portia’s face, her striking eyes gleaming as she confronted Pen.

“Is he?”

“Which, I know, you’re already aware of because Mrs. Varley came up here to inform you.”

Pen kept her mouth shut.

“Is there a reason you turned down his invitation for a promenade?”

“I don’t feel well.”

“Not good enough, Penelope! When a gentleman comes to call on you, you must always say yes!”

“Even on our deathbeds,” Pen muttered under her breath.

“Yes, even then,” Portia retaliated. “Martha!” She screamed, calling for Penelope’s maid. “Wear something suitable for your walk with that boy. There will be others who see you in the park.”

“I thought he left?”

“Fortunately, he did not.”

“Mama, he’s not courting me. We’re just friends. You know that, right?”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s a Bridgerton. Where he leads, others will follow and that is the only thing working in your favour in your advanced age.”

And with that statement Portia stormed out, leaving Pen alone with Martha in her chamber.

“These flowers are beautiful, Miss. I’ll put them in water.”

Pen watched as Martha busied herself with the vibrant, varying colors of the bouquet. In one of their letters she had mentioned to Colin about her newfound appreciation of lilies, and apparently he had kept that in mind.

“Shall I fetch the orange dress for you, Miss?” Martha asked, returning to her.

“No, the pale green one please. And the matching shawl.”

As Martha scurried about, Pen took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

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Penelope exited her home and headed down the stairs, Martha following behind her. Her mother was watching them through the window, taking note of everything going on, and Pen didn’t want to give her mama anything new to harp about. Colin, of course, was using her reticence to his full advantage. He stood on the sidewalk, a wicked smirk on his face, looking more handsome than any gentleman had a right to. Pen ignored the flutter of butterflies in her stomach, reminding herself how angry she was at him. What she wanted to do was take him to task for calling on her when she repeatedly asked him not to. Instead, she was forced to greet him with a stiff smile.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” she said coldly, stopping in front of him.

His smirk transitioned into a full smile. “Pen,” he said with a deliberate languid drawl, trying to goad her no doubt.

“Mama is at the window.”

“I’m aware.” Colin’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Shall we promenade?”

Penelope glanced over her shoulder and found her mother watching her like a hawk. She turned back to Colin. “Forcing me into this wasn’t very gentlemanly of you.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Perhaps I’m no longer a gentleman.”

“Maybe you never were.”

She wanted to offend him but he seemed impervious to her taunts, instead offering her his arm for their walk together. Aggravated, she ignored him and started down the path by herself. Within seconds he was next to her, his long strides now matching her own pace, with Martha following behind them.

“Did you like the lilies?” Colin asked.

“I did not.”

He simply smiled. “That’s unfortunate. Maybe I’ll bring roses in the future.”

“Absolutely not!” she huffed. “Mama will get the wrong idea.”

“We are friends, Penelope,” he reminded her. “Friends give each other gifts. We’ve exchanged them in the past.”

“Never in front of Mama!”

“And I’ve visited you before,” he insisted.

“No, you haven’t. We’ve always only spoken at your home or social gatherings. In fact the only other time you came with flowers was to call on Marina.” The grimace on his face made her heart squeeze with envy. Even after all this time simply saying her cousin’s name evoked such a strong reaction in him. But as much as the idea of him still harboring feelings for Marina hurt, she wasn’t going to let pain distract from her focus. “I can’t have you encouraging foolish ideas in Mama’s head.”

He clenched his jaw, agitated. “Is this really about Lady Portia or are you worried your mystery suitor will get jealous?”

She stopped midstride, turning to level him with a hostile glare. “He knows there’s nothing between you and me.”

Colin took a step towards her. The blues of his eyes darkened, blazing with emotion. “Even after last night?” His voice was a throaty murmur, his words only meant for her ears.

Her heart quickened, His gaze drifted down to her lips, pausing momentarily, as if he was remembering touching her, the feel of his hot mouth on her skin. And then his sight travelled lower, to where he licked and kissed her chest, and the lovebites he left on her breasts that she had to scrupulously hide behind a scarf this morning lest her mother noticed. The way he was looking at her set her body on fire, she felt it intimately between her legs.

They were surrounded by people, yet it felt like it was only the two of them. As she found herself drowning in the depth of his eyes, the world ceased to exist.

And then the image of his panic-stricken expression flashed through her mind, reminding her of how horrified he was after kissing her.

Instantly she pulled away, turning away from him. She started walking faster, trying to regain her composure in the few short seconds it took for Colin to catch up to her.

“You can’t pretend it didn’t happen, Pen.”

“You’re right, I can’t. But that doesn’t mean I’ll allow a moment of foolishness to sway me from what’s important.”

“I know you. You wouldn’t have kissed me that way if you really loved someone else.”.

It was the conceit in his words that infuriated her. “Is that so, Colin?” She turned to confront him. “Didn’t you proudly claim to have flirted with half the women in London? I’m sure you’ kissed many of them. Will you stand there and tell me you cared for all of them? That all those ladies held a special place in your heart? Or will you be honest and admit a kiss can just be a kiss without it meaning anything?”

His eyes narrowed onto her. “Do you expect me to believe our kiss meant nothing to you?”

“Don’t treat me like a naïve debutante, Colin. I’m fully aware passion can exist without love.”

“But that wouldn’t be true for us, would it?” He didn’t move, yet it felt like his body swayed closer, encroaching on her personal space, making it impossible for her to think. Even breathe. “Because there is love between us. There always has been.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. For so long she’d yearned for his love, ached for it. Over the years there were so many times she thought herself a fool for even thinking he could love her. But then he would seek her out in a crowd to dance with her, they would talk about things they dare not discuss with others, and the hope in her heart would bloom despite her insecurities. Just like it did now. “Speak clearly, Colin. Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you. I’ve loved you since we were children. You’re my dearest friend.”

“But are you in love with me?”

“Are you?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. There were children playing in the park, families around them talking and laughing. Yet all she felt was Colin’s piercing gaze tear through her, the air thick with tension as the minutes ticked by. “Yes. Even though I desperately wish I wasn’t.”

His face ran the whole gamut of emotions, from utter shock to panic to fear. “I… Pen…”

“You’re not in love with me,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“No.”

His response didn’t come as a surprise, she had always known the truth. And despite the pain that wracked through her, she felt relief. Because she would no longer have to wonder. Now there was certainty and it brought with it a strong desire to move on.

There was much trepidation in his voice as he spoke next. “I’m sorry if I-”

“There’s no need to apologize.” Her voice was calm, steady. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” She glanced behind him, her eyes absently taking in the view behind. “We can’t help who we love.” There was a numbness that slowly spread through her, enveloping her heart, her very being.

“I care for you, Pen. And I know you, you’re kind and sweet and want to see the best in people. Which is why I’m worried-.”

“You don’t know me,” she replied, snapping out of her daze. His face came back into focus, along with the rest of the world. “Not really. You’ve only seen certain facets, parts that I’ve chosen to show. I’ve always been so worried about what others would think, of being palatable to my family, to you and Eloise, to society… and for what? What was even the point?” She started pacing, her mind reeling.

As much as she aspired to be good, she could never fully commit to it. Lady Whistledown was borne from the part of her that wanted retribution against the ton for always ignoring her. In the clear light of day she was voiceless and unwanted, but in the shadows was where she thrived, where her words meant something and she had value and control. There was a time when she used to think the different parts of her could coexist and she could still be more good than bad, but Eloise’s words during their last argument proved otherwise.

“What are you talking about?” He blocked her path, forcing her to look up at him. A confused expression marked his beautiful face. ”I’ve always known who you are.”

She peered up at him. Everything he said about her – kind and sweet and only seeing the best in people – was actually true of Colin himself. He deserved someone who was equally beautiful and kind, and that would never be her. “You’ve been a good friend, to me and my family. And I appreciate your concern but I can look out for myself. Arthur is a good man-”

“Arthur?” The sudden vitriol in Colin’s voice was sharp. “Arthur what?”

“That’s not important,” she said dismissively. “What matters is you no longer have to worry about me, Colin. I absolve you of that responsibility.”

“You do, do you?” Anger laced his voice, his eyes growing dark with contempt. “Because of this Arthur?” He took a step forward, crowding her, the proximity between them so close that she could feel his breath humming her skin, could almost feel the touch of his fingers against her gloves. “Tell me, Penelope, does he know you? Did you show him all the parts of you that you claim to have kept hidden from the rest of us?”

Irritation surged through her at his mocking tone, but she reminded herself to be patient. “He understands me better than most.”

“A man you’ve known for mere months?” Colin’s eyes glistened with fury. “Why does he get that privilege? What has he done to earn your trust so easily?”

The hate in his voice took her by surprise. “Why are you behaving this way, Colin? I thought you would be happy for me.”

Jaw clenched, anger masking his features, his eyes roamed over her face. “You expect me to live a life without you in it and be happy about it?”

“So what should I do, be a spinster for the rest of my life to appease you? Do you not see how selfish that is?”

“I don’t give a damn!”

Penelope noticed the glances thrown in their direction, the look of concern in Martha’s face. Even though Colin hadn’t raised his voice, the tension on his face made it clear they were having an argument. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm him down. “This isn’t who you are, Colin.”

“Isn’t it? Maybe it’s you who doesn’t know me.” He dipped his head lower, his eyes smoldering with rage. “Maybe I’ve always been unreasonable and selfish. Maybe I’m willing to do whatever it takes to protect the people who matter to me.”

She didn’t know if the threat in his voice was deliberately meant to scare her but it elicited the opposite reaction, provoking her anger. “You’re not my guardian or my protector. I’m not your responsibility. I don’t need anything from you.”

Instead of backing off, his voice grew more determined. “You don’t have a choice in this matter, Penelope. I will not lose you.”

“Except I’m not yours to lose. I do not belong to you. You don’t get to make demands on me when you don’t even love me,” she reminded him coldly. “I will marry the man I choose and live the life I want. And it’s you who has no say in that matter.”

Feeling strongly in her resolve, she turned and walked away.

To be continued...

A/N - Thank you for reading. If you have the time, I'd love to read your feedback!

#polin #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #bridgerton #my fics

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most-datable-datable-bracket · 6 months

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Most Datable Datable Character 2: Round 1 Matchups

Part 1 links below the cut!

Qiu Lin from Our Life: Now and Forever VS Ai Mikaze from Uta no Prince-sama

Pashet from OZMAFIA!! VS Aigis from Persona 3

Flannan Mac Lugh from The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) VS Fenris from Dragon Age 2

Flint from Postknight 2 VS Theo from Titan Arum

Fall-from-Grace from Planescape: Torment VS Xiao from Potion Permit

Rise Kujikawa from Persona 4 VS Kurt from GreedFall

Triss Merigold from The Witcher 3 VS Halsin from Baldur's Gate 3

Rowan from Boyfriend Dungeon VS Yuri Leclerc from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Hook from A Villain's Twisted Heart VS Teo from The Ssum

Edelgard von Hresvelg from Fire Emblem: Three Houses VS Judy Alvarez from Cyberpunk 2077

Tae Takemi from Persona 5 VS Silas from Fire Emblem Fates

Alistair Theirin from Dragon Age: Origins VS Rachel Amber from Life is Strange: Before the Storm

Grim Reaper from A Date with Death VS QueenBee from Arcade Spirits

The Spirit from Hooked on You VS Jynx from Arcade Spirits: The New Challengers

Vetra Nyx from Mass Effect: Andromeda VS Felix Hugo Fraldarius from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Lucifer from Obey Me VS Wakuu from Coral Island

Leviathan from Obey Me VS Allen from Harvest Moon 3D: A New Beginning

Curtis from Pokemon Black and White 2 VS Imtura Tal Kaelen from Blades of Light and Shadow

Rhapsody from Arcade Spirits: The New Challengers VS Jakob from Fire Emblem Fates

Haley from Stardew Valley VS Cameron from Trouble Comes Twice

Victor from Mr Love: Queen's Choice VS Mary Brown from Romance Club Arcanum

Linhardt von Hevring from Fire Emblem: Three Houses VS Ryoji Mochizuki from Persona 3

Caleb Zheng from Gilded Shadows VS Beelzebub from Obey Me

Sebille Kaleran from Divinity: Original Sin 2 VS Zoe from Monster Prom

Dorian Pavus from Dragon Age: Inquisition VS Felicity from Harvest Moon 3D: A New Beginning

707 from Mystic Messenger VS Loki from Romance Club Path of the Valkyrie

Lucifer from Romance Club Heaven's Secret VS Joyce from //TODO: today

Stephanie from Trouble Comes Twice VS Edel from Thorn for the Villain

Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona 3 VS Shadowheart from Baldur's Gate 3

Gale Dekarios from Baldur's Gate 3 VS Bernadetta von Varley from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Elliot Damiani from Changeling VS Jeremy King from XOXO Droplets

Jax Argo from Later Daters VS Bella Goth from The Sims

#God I am too sleep deprived to think of tags #MDDC 2 #round 1 #not a poll

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bridgertonladies · 7 months

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Ladies of Bridgerton | 2x03 A Bee in your Bonnet

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didanagy · 6 months

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Bridgerton Ladies

BRIDGERTON (2020-)

02x03

created by chris van dusen

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sea-owl · 11 months

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You know what would be an interesting au? If in a bid to get rid of Jack Featherington Portia had it forged that the lands to the Featherington barony would be added to Penelope's dowry.

She's not worried about Penelope, she knows her daughter could run it well should she need to. But this also gives Portia an insurance that Penelope will get married and the estate stays within the family.

She instructs Mrs. Varley to spread the news to other maids and make it look like Varley came across it while cleaning. Let the whispers of the ton do the work for her, while she makes sure that Jack is none the wiser.

#bridgerton #polin #dowry au #portia featherington #penelope featherington #inspired by a different regency book i'm reading

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quotergirl19 · 2 years

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Random thoughts 🐝💭

So far Mrs. Varley has done two forgeries for Portia Featherington that we’re aware of.

What if in season 3 she forges something and steals the money Portia stole from Lord Featherington?

It’s not as if Portia would be able to have her arrested without admitting that she kept the ton’s money and Lord Featherington was actually her scapegoat. Varley knows too much about Portia’s personal business and schemes, she could threaten to reveal that the document granting Portia’s first grandson the Featherington title, is forged.

If that happened and the Featherington’s were once again penniless, it would allow for Penelope to save her family with her Whistledown money (which she does in the books).

If Portia had to replace Mrs. Varley she would be determined to pick a trustworthy new housekeeper, so maybe that’s how the show plans to bring in Sophie’s character.

#Quotergirl random thoughts #bridgerton #penelope featherington #portia featherington #mrs varley #sophie beckett #bridgerton speculation #lord featherington #jack featherington #lady whistledown

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frankchurchillsaysrelax · 2 months

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it's been a long, cold, lonely winter

London’s skies mock her as the Featherington family arrives in Mayfair. The start of a new season, her third season on the marriage mart, and the weather is sunny and bright when all Penelope wants is to lock herself away in her room and hide away. A long journey with her mama and Prudence for company will inspire that in her.

When she’s finally out of the carriage and again on solid ground, she catches sight of Bridgerton

House across the square and swiftly looks away knowing it will only sour her mood further were she to catch sight of the family. If they have yet arrived, a detail she is no longer privy to and should care little about but finds herself yearning for knowledge of anyway.

The footmen make quick work of moving their belongings inside, their lady's maids ushering them about despite the men knowing where to take everything. Their butler stands beside Mrs. Varley ready to greet them and when Penelope passes he pulls an envelope from his pocket and discreetly passes it into her hands. He gives her the dull look of disapproval she is used to receiving and she does not need to look at the address on the back to know whose correspondence she holds.

She should rip it up, perhaps burn it, but she knows the thought is futile. It will end up in the box with the other unopened letters alongside the ones carefully saved from last year. She knows not why she keeps them except that she does. She knows all too well of the sentimental fool that she is, of the tiny spark of hope that resides in her heart, kept alit against the chill of bitterness that ravages her by the walls hastily built during her time in the country.

Colin Bridgerton does not love her and she cannot fault him for it no matter how she wishes she could; could put the years of unrequited feelings in his hands and hold him accountable for the damage done to them. The only thing she can rightly fault him for is his words from last season, the laughter he roused from his friends with his careless cruelty, and so she does so fervently. She thought them at least friends, but do friends treat each other so harshly? She thinks of Eloise, of the twin flame of hope that burns for their companionship. Perhaps it is possible.

Later, once the house has settled into its quietude, she wanders through the halls as is her wont. Penelope had learned long before she was Whistledown how to sneak about without being seen. It is easy to do when one is unwanted and easily overlooked. The skill benefits her as she begins her thorough search for secrets within her own household. She will not miss another scheme like that of the ruby mines again.

It is her name that gives her pause outside her mama’s rooms, a conversation between lady and housekeeper that is not meant for her ears. She has heard countless whispers she would rather have no knowledge of, and this is just one more to add to the list it seems. Words like spinster thrown about as if not for the first time, stuck with, holding a level of distaste she has never heard from her mother’s mouth, and for the rest of my days with such finality, it carries an air of inevitably that follows Penelope back to her room.

Penelope is not stupid, she knows that the likelihood of her marrying well decreases with each season. She had thought spinsterhood a few years off, however; kept hope that if she could not marry for love or respect then at least she could find a match that allowed her freedom. A hope her mother did not share apparently.

Hot tears pour down her cheeks as she rests her back against the closed door. Tears of anger and humiliation. Tears she has become all too familiar with these past months. A rage beats against her ribs to the beat of her mama’s words. She wants to destroy everything in her sight, wants to watch the world burned by the candle still lit on her writing desk. Only the carefully crafted persona of a quiet, thoughtful young lady stops her from such destruction.

She can not give up, can not give in to the defeat her mama feels. She stomps toward her wardrobe, lets the anger travel through her feet and the floor so that the house can carry it for her, and flings open the drawers. Her old gowns stare back at her in a sea of sickly greens and yellows like a healing bruise on her past. An idea starts to take form.

If her mother was giving up on her then she would take her future into her own hands, mold it with the gentleness and care it had never been shown before.

#just a short look into the mindset of penelope before season three #i do not know why i wrote this #unread and unedited #my fic #bridgerton fic #penelope featherington #bridgerton

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The 2024 Shortlist

The BBC’s 13th Annual Celebration of Audio Drama

2023 marked the centenary year for audio/radio drama at the BBC. For 100 years of this unique genre, audio drama and comedy have provided enjoyment, diversion, illumination, insight and escape for listeners, evolving in approach and style as audio practitioners have responded to new ideas and technology with ingenuity, imagination and inspiration. These awards celebrate the creativity of actors, writers, directors, producers, musicians, sound designers and all who work in this vibrant art-form.

The winners will be announced on Sunday 24 March 2024 in a ceremony in the Radio Theatre at BBC Broadcasting House London. The winners of the Imison and Tinniswood Awards (judged and administered by the Society of Authors and the Writers’ Guild of Great Britain) will also be announced at this ceremony.

Best Original Single Drama

Benny and Hitch by Andrew McCaldon, producers Neil Varley and Tracey Neale, BBC Audio Drama London

Churchill versus Reith by Mike Harris, producer Gary Brown, BBC Audio Drama North

Dear Harry Kane by James Fritz, producer Sally Avens, BBC Audio Drama London

Eat and Run by Paolo Chianta, producer Lorna Newman, BBC Audio Drama North

Rare Earth by Richard Monks, producer Nicolas Jackson, Afonica

Voices From the End of the World by Lucy Catherine, producer Sasha Yevtushenko, BBC Audio Drama London

Best Adaptation

The Age of Anxiety by W.H.Auden, adapted by Robin Brooks, producer Fiona McAlpine, Allegra Productions

Beowulf Retold based on the version by Seamus Heaney, producer Pauline Harris, BBC Audio Drama London

Bess Loves Porgy by Edwin DuBose Heyward, adapted by Roy Williams, producer Gill Parry, feral inc

The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper, adapted by Robert Macfarlane and Simon McBurney, producer Catherine Bailey, Catherine Bailey Productions and Complicite

If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller by Italo Calvino, adapted by Tim Crouch and Toby Jones, producer Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North

One Moonlit Night by Caradog Prichard, adapted by Rhiannon Boyle, producer Emma Harding, BBC Cymru Wales

Best Original Series or Serial

The 5000 by Sebastian Baczkiewicz, producers Gaynor Macfarlane, BBC Scotland

An Eye for a Killing by Colin Macdonald, producer Bruce Young, BBC Scotland

Flirties, written and produced by Jess Simpson, Audiocraft

There’s Something I Need to Tell You by John Scott Dryden and Misha Kawnel, producer Emma Hearn, Goldhawk Productions

The Tomb by Sebastian Baczkiewicz, producer Joby Waldman, Reduced Listening

Trust by Jonathan Hall, producer Gary Brown, BBC Audio Drama North

Best Actor

Hiran Abeysekera, Dear Harry Kane, director Sally Avens, BBC Audio Drama London

Max Irons, The Bronze Horseman, director Susan Roberts, BBC Audio Drama North

Toby Jones, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller, director Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North

Lorn Macdonald, Confessions of a Justified Sinner, director Kirsty Williams, BBC Scotland

Tim McInerny, Benny & Hitch, director Tracey Neale, BBC Audio Drama London

Tom Walker, Call Jonathan Pie, Alison Vernon-Smith, Yada-Yada Audio

Best Actress

Gabrielle Brooks, Bess Loves Porgy, director Michael Buffong, feral inc

Dinita Gohil, Victory City, producer Alison Crawford, BBC Bristol

Maxine Peake, The Women of Troy, director Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North

Rosamund Pike, People Who Knew Me, director Daniella Isaacs, Merman

Lydia Wilson, Happy Birthday, Mr President, director Gaynor Macfarlane, BBC Scotland

Fenella Woolgar, Lines in the Sand: The Journeys of Gertrude Bell, director Jessica Mitic, BBC Audio Drama North

Best Supporting Performance

Sacha Dhawan, Anna Karenina, director Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North

Erin Doherty, The Seagull, director Toby Swift, BBC Audio Drama London

Mark Heap, Kafka’s Dick, director Dermot Daly, Naked Productions

Sophia Del Pizzo, There’s Something I Need to Tell You, director John Scott Dryden, Goldhawk Productions

The Marc Beeby Award for Best Debut Performance

Izzy Campbell, Of a Night, director Jessica Mitic, BBC Audio Drama North

Rosie Ekenna, Faith, Hope and Glory, director Anastasia Osei-Kuffour, BBC Audio Drama London

Rosalind Eleazar, Hindsight, director Gaynor Macfarlane, BBC Scotland

Jadie Rose Hobson, Exposure, director Anne Isger, BBC Audio Drama London

Dan Parr, The Test Batter Can’t Breathe, director Tracey Neale, BBC Audio Drama London

Olivia Triste, Rise, director Dermot Daly, Naked Productions

Best Sit Com or Comedy Drama

Call Jonathan Pie by Tom Walker, producer Alison Vernon-Smith, Yada-Yada Audio

Kat Sadler’s Screen Time by Kat Sadler and Cameron Loxdale, producer Gwyn Rhys Davies, BBC Studios Audio

Michael Spicer: Before Next Door by Michael Spicer, producer Matt Tiller, Starstruck Media

Mockery Manor by Lindsay Sharman, producer Laurence Owen, Long Cat Media

She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith, adapted by Barunka O’Shaughnessy, producer Emma Harding, BBC Cymru Wales

Where to, Mate? devised by Jo Enright, Peter Slater, Abdullah Afzal, Nina Gilligan, Andy Salthouse, Keith Carter, Jason Wingard, producer Carl Cooper, BBC Studios Audio

Best Stand Up Comedy

Daliso Chaponda: Citizen of Nowhere by Daliso Chaponda, additional material Meryl O’Rourke, producer Carl Cooper, BBC Studios Audio

Janey Godley: The C Bomb by Janey Godley, producers Julia Sutherland and Richard Melvin, Dabster Productions

Maisie Adam: The Beautiful Game by Maisie Adam, producer Georgia Keating, BBC Studios Audio

Olga Koch: OK Computer by Olga Koch and Charlie Dinkin, producer Benjamin Sutton, BBC Studios Audio

Rob Newman on Air by Rob Newman, producer Eloise Whitmore, Naked Productions

Sarah Keyworth: Are You a Boy or a Girl by by Sarah Keyworth, additional material Ruby Clyde, producer James Robinson, BBC Studios Audio

Best Use of Sound

The Adventurers, sound by Alisdair McGregor, producer Boz Temple-Morris, Holy Mountain

The Dark is Rising, sound by Gareth Fry, producer Catherine Bailey, Catherine Bailey Productions and Complicité

Hamlet Noir, sound by David Chilton, Lucinda Mason Brown, Weronika Andersen, producers Charlotte Melén, Carl Prekopp and Saskia Black, Almost Tangible

Slow Air, sound by Alisdair McGregor and Eloise Whitmore, producer Polly Thomas, Naked Productions

Voices From the End of the World, sound by Peter Ringrose, producer Sasha Yevtushenko, BBC Audio Drama London

The Women of Troy, sound by Sharon Hughes, producer Nadia Molinari, BBC Audio Drama North

Best Podcast Audio Drama

Badger and the Blitz by Richard Turley and Darren Francis, producer Richard Turley, Roxo Ltd

Below by Aaron Gray and Paul Skillen, producer John Wakefield, HTM Television

Flirties, written and produced by Jess Simpson, Audiocraft

The Haunter of the Dark – The Lovecraft Investigations by Julian Simpson, producer Sarah Tombling, Sweet Talk Productions

The Salvation by Justin Lockey, Jeffrey Aidoo, and AK Benedict, producers John Hamm and Boz Temple-Morris, Holy Mountain and Free Turn

Tagged by Brett Neichin and John Scott Dryden, producer Emma Hearn, Sony Music Entertainment and Goldhawk Productions

Best European Drama

Evicted by Karel Klostermann, adapted by Tomáš Loužný, producer Renata Venclová, CZR Czech Radio

Faust (I Never Read It) by Noam Brusilovsky, producer Andrea Oetzmann, SWR Südwestrundfunk with Deutschlandfunk

Irina’s Soul Is Like a Precious Piano by Rona Žulj, producer Katja Šimunić, Croatian Radiotelevision

The Sick Bag Song by Nick Cave, adapted by Kai Grehn, producer Lina Kokaly, Radio Bremen

The Supervisor by Nis-Momme Stockmann, producer Michael Becker, NDR Norddeutscher Rundfunk

This Word by Marta Rebzda, producer Waldemar Modestowicz, Polish Radio Theatre

-- WooHOO! The Haunter of the Dark, part 4 of The Lovecraft Investigations, is up for a BBC Audio Drama Award! I am made up!

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