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Almost there: Anthony Bridgerton x reader
part 1: Too much
part 2 : Not enough
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„One of those days you will get us both in trouble, Eloise.”
Due to some miracle, Y/N and her second-in-age sister in law managed to escape the watchful gaze of all, lady Danburry, Violet and Daphne, and rushed forward on the promenade. It was generally frowned upon, that the married lady strolled in the presence of a girl, who wasn’t even a débutante yet, but neither of those two seemed to take much interest in ton’s opinion.
“Trouble from merely speaking the truth?”
“Shall I remind you that this virtue is long forgotten in the society full of hypocrisy and deceit?” Y/N whispered taking Eloise’s arm to at least keep the pretences of being discreet. It would be unwise to let anyone else eavesdrop on the little exchange of words between close friends.
“It’s almost like you don’t trust me, my dear sister-in-law.” Eloise chuckled feigning the pompous tone.
“Please don’t ever call me like that again. You were my friend before you were my family. Don’t put the distance between us now. ”
“If anything I’d dare say I’m the reason you met with Anthony and –“ the sentence was cut out abruptly, as Eloise realised that Y/N was currently in the middle of a heavy argument with her husband. An argument that made her flee the house and turned out on the doorstep on the other Bridgerton’s house announced, in search for a friendly soul to talk to. And now she actually realised that all that may have been her fault from the beginning. If Y/N and Anthony have never met, they never would have fought and never—
“Stop overthinking it, dear.” The current viscountess chuckled observing her friend’s slightly hazy gaze and recognising it instantly. Clearly Eloise was getting lost in her own head.
‘Do not call me that!” the girl’s eyes became sharp and conscious again “I can hardly stand being called that affectionately by my mother, let alone by you.”
“Worked just as planned though.”
“Well, my biggest congratulations on being effective in the matter. You are almost as good at me with it.”
“Oh, almost? From what I can recollect I taught you most of those tricks.” Y/N smiled brightly.
“Really?” Eloise raised an eyebrow “I can’t remember. Hey what do you say we run away from our chaperones and have a proper, meaningful discussion on what’s troubling you?”
“I wish it was that easy. But I’m a wife now and apparently –“
“Viscountess Bridgerton!” a sudden voice came from in front of them and Y/N felt like actually taking Eloise advice and rushing off. It was almost like the whole world decided to prey on her misery on that particular day. First lady Danburry, now lady Featherington. “How lovely to see you! Marriage serves you well. You are beaming, dear.”
Y/N gritted her teeth in hardly hidden annoyance at such obvious show of nosiness and lack of tact. She knew instantly that she had to cut the conversation short before another wave of unwanted questions about her blessed (or not) state would come.
‘Lady Featherington. Pleasure to see you there. Are your daughters accompanying you or are they occupied with their upcoming prenuptial agreements? I surely hope they would be as fortunate with their future husbands as I am with mine. And speaking of which, if you excuse me, I need to discuss a very urgent matter on the subject with my family.”She put an emphasis on two last word and not waiting for response, abandoning all the rules of the lady behaviour, tried to drag Eloise away almost sighing deeply in frustration.
„Oh, but viscountess, once Penelope weds Colin, we will be a family.” lady Featherington stopped both girls in their tracks before they managed to escape.
„I beg your pardon, what now?”
‘Oh, you didn’t know, viscountess? Your brother-in-law is about to marry my youngest daughter. By some miracle, clearly, since Penelope--” Portia started rambling without a care in the world.
„Oh I know about that part.” Y/N faked a smile that didn’t reach her eyes „I merely have the deep conviction that us becoming family is rather an improbable claim.”
„But--”
„Dearest lady Featherington, do not push my hand here. I would rather stay in amity with you. A very fragile alliance shall you pry into my private matters. I dare say you have a certain interest in using those bold statements? ”
„I beg your pardon?”
„The viscount, is still in the charge of his famliy’s - our family’s finances. And that shall include the future fortune of Colin. Shall you insist on intruding me during my leisure time I might have a word with my husband.”
„You truly do not disgrace yourself with being modest, do you, Y/N? Has social advancement changed you so much? I clearly remember you being a scrawny child with no aspiration and position and look at you now. A snake in a sparkish dress.”
„She can at least choose the colour that highlights her beauty and doesn't make her look like--”
„Thank you Eloise.” Y/N cut her off before she could cause some more havoc. Lady Featherington was an onerousness but her gossiping nature was something Y/N did not need in the current situation. „I shall believe lady Portia will keep our little conversation in mind for the future purposes. Hers and her daughter’s.
„Actually if the viscount is around --”
„Unfortunately, matters of utmost importance kept him at home today.” Y/N responded with the most patience she could gather at the moment. There was always a possibility of farewelling the unwanted company, but as previously stated - there was no need of spreading the rumours of some discrepancies between the newlyweds. This hydra had to be beheaded immediately before the news spread throughout London.
„Such a shame you were left to tend for yourself then viscountess.”
„I shall believe I’d receive the most warm welcome back once my husband free himself of all the duties and occupations.”
***
While Y/N was having a lively discussion with indefatigable Portia Featherington, someone was observing her closely from behind the tree, staying unnoticed themselves.
“Are you spying on her now?”
“I’m not spying!”
“Oh really? Then tell me brother, why on Earth would you hide in the bush instead of accompanying your wife on the promenade? If I were you –“
“Good thing you are not.” Anthony muttered grumpily keeping his eyes fixed on his wife’s silhouette. Even with her cheeks reddened from the indignation and eyes sparkling with cunning intelligence she was the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on. If anything, those characteristic may have only been adding to her charm.
he viscount may not have heard all the words exchanged between two ladies, but the way Y/N was keeping lady Portia at bay, standing her own ground and not wavering in the slightest was admirable and worthy of a viscountess. Serving as a reminder that his wife was not a fragile bird who was - in his opinion- in dire need of his protection and care, but rather a capable, strong woman, who would survive on her own.
Which brought him to another conclusion - that she didn’t rely on him as much as he expected her to. That she was proud enough to get the audacity to leave his home, leave him and decided (solely by herself!) to pay a visit to his sister.
“If I were you—“ Benedict grinned mischievously “I would run and drag Y/N away from Eloise before those two officially call you an idiot and make a plan for Y/N to leave you for good.” apparently the second son was capable of reading his older brother’s mind and pointing out all the worries that were already inside viscount’s head
“She would never.”
“I am unaware of the scope of your failure, but given the fact your wife rushed to Eloise, out of all the people must have been immense.”
“That’s it!’ Anthony hissed, almost crawling out from behind the tree, ready to clear this misunderstanding immediately.
***
„Oh, my dear!” Lady Featherington placed her hands on her hips as if she wanted to emphasize her higher position and knowledge of male-female relations. „Do not occupy yourself with the romance fantasies. Courtship is gone once the knot is tied. And after a child is born--” her gaze landed on Y/N’s stomach „you put all the efforts into keeping the family afloat and secure the future of the offspring.”
„I believe--”
„Viscountess, you are so young. So naive and innocent. Fed on the novels and stories.”
„Most of which cover the topic of history, literature and medicine rather than Shakespeare plays.” now the young woman was getting angry her cheeks flushing „topics which I boldly presume are far from your interest.”
„I beg your-”
„I kindly forgive you, lady Featherington. Now if you excuse us - I shall wish you a good day.”
„I am not--”
„Lady Featherington.”
The sudden deep voice coming from behind made all the ladies turn around at once.
„Viscount.” Portia bowed slightly „I was just having a little chat with your wife.”
„Educating her on the specificity of marital relations?”
„Giving her some of the knowledge that her prematurely deceased mother - God rest her soul - did not have the opportunity to teach her”
„How kind of you.” Anthony almost smirked and Y/N had to muffle the chuckle forming in the back of her throat looking down. It was like she saw the old him. „However I suppose that once I am here, you shall be free of your educative duties?”
„I--”
„do not preoccupy yourself my lady. My wife shall not lack the company from now on.” having said that, Antony walked right to Y/N offering her an arm and - a sight truly unexpected - bid the older lady goodbye while leading the viscountess away.
„I didn’t need you to save me.”
„such a shame I happened to be around then.”
„My undoing indeed.”
„Unforunate event that you might have to keep the externals for the duration of a stroll.” Anthony held her tighter and closer to him while nodding head to the acquaintance.
***
„Did you gather some intel on the current situation of our brother and his lovely wife?” Benedict, who followed the two of them without any hesitation, asked Eloise.
„I am Y/N’s confidante, I shall never-”
„You cannot trick me sister.”
„Anthony is an idiot.”
„I had quite a feeling you would say something like that. Now- shall we interfere or remain passive observers as Antony makes a fool of himself begging for her forgiveness?”
Eloise smirked as they continued their following.
She and Benedict always understood each other without words.
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(not so) simple pt 4 - anthony bridgerton
pt1 pt2 pt3
summary: coercing lord bridgerton into pretending to court you to avoid the affections of a baron is very simple — that is, until it isn’t.
a/n: SO. UM. once again this took fucking forever to come out which is kind of insane when you think about it because i've had 7000 words of this chapter written for like 4 months. truly wild. 2 babies have been born in the time that it's taken me to write this mini series but anyways there’s a lot happening here, shoutout to anthony for finally getting some more pov parts, the fun thing about your mc being out of commission for a while is that you have no choice but to write for the other characters. equality we love to see it. anyways most of it is angst, but it’ll all be wrapped up with a little regency romance bow i promise
wc: 7.6k
warning(s): aftermath of the end of last chapter which is angst. stab wound, talks of death, mentions of edmund's death, quite a bit of crying, anthony bridgerton's inner angst, miss worthing makes poor decisions. not a happy chapter but WHAT CAN YOU DO
“What were you thinking?” Violet demanded.
Anthony could barely hear his mother over the sound of the blood pounding in his ears, the pure terror gripping his heart. He’d no idea how to respond to her. He doubted she would like to hear that he, indeed, was very much not thinking.
And he was certainly not thinking much now, what with you on the brink of death with their doctor and his apprentice the only thing there to stop you. He could be of no help to you, bent half over in his chair, head in his hands, the image of you collapsing burned into his mind.
“Anthony Bridgerton, answer me.” Violet stood over him, her face flushed and eyes filled with anger and fear. “What were you thinking, bringing Miss Worthing out into the city?”
“I cannot deal with your questions right now, Mother!” he snapped, something letting loose inside of him. Anthony would have been ashamed had he any sense. “My future wife is in that room fighting for her life, and it is because I was not able to protect her. I am hardly able to form words at the moment, Mother, so please—” Anthony’s voice broke, and he ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Please just be quiet.”
It took a bit of nerve to be such an ass in front of his very own mother, but Anthony apparently had plenty of nerve at the moment. After you collapsed, he’d done the only thing he could think of in the moment and brought you back to Bridgerton House—it was closer than your residence, and if their physician had been able to keep his mother alive through eight pregnancies, then surely he could bring you back.
Now, though, he was not so sure. Every other option seemed to be plaguing his mind, for your blood still stained his hands and his clothing and Anthony didn’t know if he would ever be able to get it off.
His father died in his arms from something so small as a bee, and yet you had been stabbed. How were you meant to come back from that?
The door suddenly slammed open, and when Anthony glanced up, his insides twisted.
“Where is she?” Eloise demanded. Her windblown hair matched the wild look in her eyes, and the flush of her cheeks and haggard breathing told him everything. She was meant to be promenading with Penelope Featherington—her speed on foot was admirable.
“With our physician,” Violet responded. She seemed more subdued now, and though Anthony knew he would apologize profusely later, he could not find it in himself now. He could hardly find anything in himself apart from panic.
“With our physician—” She turned on Anthony, her gloved hands clenched into fists. “What in God’s name happened, Anthony?”
He allowed himself a moment to breathe before he responded. “She was stabbed.”
“Stabbed?” Eloise cried. “She was with you! How could she have been stabbed?”
“I was not with her when it happened—”
She scoffed. “That is a likely fucking story.”
“Eloise,” Violet said, “language.”
“I do not care about my language,” Eloise spat, gesturing wildly with her hands. “My best friend has been stabbed— I will say whatever I please!”
And then, as if to just add fuel to their fire, Benedict rushed in. Anthony held back a slightly unhinged laugh and shook his head. You were dying and they were out here arguing.
“I’ve made sure this hallway is off limits like you said, Mother.” Benedict looked just as shaken as the rest of them, and in a strange way Anthony was grateful. You’d grown closer to his family than he’d known. “Your lady’s maid is outside the door alongside a footman ensuring privacy, and your driver is on route to the Worthing residence to alert her parents. They’ve all been sworn to secrecy—no one will be disturbed, least of all Miss Worthing.”
“Thank you, Benedict.” Violet sighed, and she collapsed into an armchair. “At least one of us is in order.”
Benedict sat down on the sofa, his words coming out in a mumble. “I am hardly in order.”
The fire seemed to have died down in Eloise, for however temporary a time, and she settled down next to Benedict. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her.
“She’ll be okay,” Eloise whispered, “right?”
No one answered for a moment. At last, Anthony looked up, his hands clasped in front of him.
“Yes,” he rasped, hoping with everything in him that his words would be true. “She will be okay.”
He would not have been able to live with any other outcome, not when it was his fault in the first place that you were in this position.
Anthony didn’t know what he should have done, but he should have done something. He should have brought you to your senses and suggested a promenade in the park instead. He should have called on you at your estate, safe and sound in your drawing room. He should have been arm in arm with you, his heart steadily melting as you smiled and laughed and made him aware of all things good in the world.
He could not lose you. Not when he still had so much to tell you, so many words left unsaid.
Not when you didn’t know he loved you.
“I’m sorry, Anthony.” He looked up at the sound of Eloise’s voice—though she did not look at him and her arms were still crossed, the sincerity of it was not lost on him. “I know it was not your fault.”
His chest tightened. It was his fault.
“You clearly care about her,” she said. “It is not fair to pin this on you.”
“Sometimes we hurt the people we care about,” he said, his voice hollow.
“Sometimes,” she agreed. “But not this time.”
His eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Eloise had been at odds with him for nearly this entire season because of their ruse. Though she knew of its falsity, she still chastised him for taking up time that could have been spent with her, still rolled her eyes when he announced his leave to go see you, still questioned why he had to go after her best friend.
But Eloise was driven by her emotions, no matter how red hot or icy cold they may have been. At this moment, her concern for you outweighed anything, and she recognized the same in him.
So Anthony nodded. Once, twice, hardly moving but a clear acknowledgment. He glanced at his mother and brother, both unfocused with glassy eyes. His mother’s were red-rimmed, and she held a handkerchief tightly in one hand. The guilt hidden from earlier struck.
He silently thanked their governess for keeping Gregory and Hyacinth occupied, thanked that Francesca was on an outing of her own. The last thing he needed was for his littlest siblings to find out that the woman they believed to soon be their sister was one misstep away from death. And thank God for Colin’s decision to spend the day with Mondrich—one of his younger brothers in the heat of the moment was enough.
Anthony let out a shuddering sigh, screwing his eyes shut for a moment before he ran a hand through his hair then planted his palms on his knees. He could hardly sit still but he hadn’t the slightest idea of how to get his nervous energy out.
All he could think of was you. Of how the last word you spoke was his name. Of your dried blood on his hands, staining his clothing where he had held you. Anthony barely kept you from hitting the ground when you collapsed, and he nearly did the same once he reached his residence.
Yelling at any servant in the proximity to call for the physician, unaware of his mother trying to calm him until she shook him by the shoulders, having to literally be forced out of the room by the physician’s assistant once they arrived because he refused to leave your side.
It all felt like a blur, and yet he remembered it perfectly. It all played on repeat in his mind no matter how much he tried to block it out.
The door slammed open this time, and when Anthony looked up, he felt as if he could wither away.
“Where is my daughter?” Cecilia Worthing demanded, her husband trailing after her. She was all out of sorts, with an even wilder look in her eyes and a deathly grip on her skirts. Mr. Worthing’s expression made his heart sink, with his haunted eyes and taut lips.
“I am so sorry, Cecilia,” Violet rasped, and she crossed the room and enveloped her in her arms. It took a moment for your mother to respond, but she returned the hug as a sob escaped her.
“Your footman said she had been injured,” your father said levelly, though his voice shook ever so slightly. “How?”
“She was stabbed,” Anthony spoke up, forcing himself to look at your parents. “Some zealot in the city. I brought her here as quick as I could.”
“The city—” your father started.
“Stabbed?” your mother interrupted, halfway into hysterics. “How?”
“We got caught up in the midst of a riot,” he said quietly. “We were separated, and I assume it happened then.”
Mrs. Worthing let out another sob as she pulled her husband into her arms, and though he kept a semblance of solemnity as he whispered to his wife and held her close, Anthony could see the fear in his eyes.
How could he possibly offer reassurance? It felt different, staring at the desperation of your parents. The horrific realization that they might leave a family of two, might have to bury their only child.
His stomach twisted and Anthony’s head fell into his hands again. He couldn’t.
Eventually, Philip helped his wife onto the couch, and she remained curled into his side. No one said a word—how could they?
Apart from whispered reassurances between your parents and even shorter conversations between Benedict and Eloise, their saddened group continued in silence for the better part of an hour. No one spoke louder than a whisper, no one rose and left—they just sat together in their fear, hoping and praying that the inevitable could be denied.
Until the door creaked open and each of their heads snapped towards the noise. Anthony shot up at the first glimpse of their physician’s assistant.
“What news?” he asked immediately. The tension in the room had grown to be near palpably thick.
“The surgery went well,” the assistant said, and all the air dissipated from Anthony’s chest. “Miss Worthing lives. The doctor is ensuring a final few things, but provided our treatment is followed, we believe she will recover fully.”
Anthony fell back against the couch with a breathless laugh, and Mrs. Worthing sank against her husband, wrecked by thankful sobs. Eloise’s smile was enough to brighten the whole room, Benedict’s relief just as obvious. Violet just let out an exhausted sigh, her hand pressed to her heart.
“Thank you,” your father said. “Can we see her?”
“Miss Worthing is resting,” he said. “You will not be able to speak to—”
“We do not care,” your father asserted. “I need to see that my daughter is still alive.”
The physician’s assistant nodded after a moment, and the tension lessened in his shoulders. He helped your mother up, their hands clasped tightly together, and Mrs. Worthing looked at Anthony. You truly had your mother’s eyes.
“Will you come with us, my lord?” she asked.
“Oh, I—”
“You are family,” she said softly. “You’ve a right to join us.”
Emotion swelled in Anthony’s chest, and it took a moment for words to come to him.
“Of course,” he finally said, inclining his head. “And it is just Anthony between us. Please.”
The slightest smile spread across her lips as she nodded, and they all stood up together. Anthony took her offered arm and they started down the hallway together, your father on her other side.
How strange it was to be arm in arm with your mother. She thought the man beside her would be her future son-in-law, when he was truly nothing but a liar.
No, he thought, not wholly a liar. Not anymore. Because they believed that Anthony was to be your husband. And if there was anything this had proven to him, it was that he wanted nothing more than for it to be true.
Anthony just had to figure out a way to tell you. How strange that it would be the most difficult part of this ruse.
Violet’s maid and the footman stepped aside when they arrived and the assistant opened the door. Anthony followed your parents in, and his heart nearly stopped upon seeing you.
Your mother’s eyes filled with tears as she approached your bedside, and, after a nod from the doctor, brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear and laid the back of her hand against your forehead.
“She’s burning up,” she whispered.
“It is typical after surgery,” the doctor said. “With any luck, she will sweat it out. I will monitor her throughout.”
Your mother nodded, a shaky sigh escaping her, and she took your hand.
“I am so sorry, darling,” she whispered. “I am so sorry I was not there for you.” She brought your intertwined hands up and lightly kissed the back of your hand. “I love you more than anything. Please, come back to us soon.”
Your father joined her, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I do not know if you can hear us,” he said, voice slightly shaky, “but we are here for you. We will be here when you awaken, and every moment onwards.”
Mrs. Worthing looked back at Anthony, inclining her head towards you. Anthony swallowed his doubt as he moved forward, but the breath was stolen from him when he could fully see you.
Your eyes were closed. Your chest rose and fell just so, hardly noticeable, thin linens provided by the doctor rested over you, and sweat beaded on your brow. Alongside the discoloration of your skin, you looked…
You looked as if you were dead.
And Anthony knew that you were not—for God’s sake, you were breathing—but all he could think about, all he could see, was his father, all those years ago, dying in front of him while he could not do a single thing to stop it. And he felt that same helplessness with you; just standing there, watching, unable to do anything but hope.
“We are here for you,” he whispered. “...I am here for you. No matter what, I am here for you. Just know that, if nothing else.”
Your mother’s watery smile made him look to the doctor for fear of the same emotions eliciting even further in him.
“When will she wake?” Anthony asked. His voice sounded almost foreign to him.
“In a few hours, with any luck,” the doctor said. “At the very most, it will be the end of the day.”
“We will gladly host her until she is able enough,” Anthony said, looking at your parents. “And we have plenty of spare rooms for you to choose from if you wish to remain by her side during those days.”
“Thank you, Anthony.” Your mother placed her hands on his shoulders, though she had to look up at him, and she smiled. “You make her so happy. It will be my greatest pleasure to officially welcome you into our family.”
Anthony’s throat bobbed. God above, he hoped that was the truth.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “She… she means a great deal to me.”
“You’re a good man, Bridgerton,” your father said. “I’m thankful my daughter will end up with someone like you.”
“Your approval means the world,” he said, and he found he meant it wholly.
The doctor cleared his throat. “It would be best for her visitors to be limited as of now. The parents can stay, but…”
Anthony nodded, smoothing his lapels. “Of course.”
“We will alert you of anything,” your mother said. Anthony nodded again, and he allowed himself one more moment to look at you before he left.
You were alright. You would be alright. That was all that mattered.
Still, when he found himself alone in the hallway, finally able to breathe again, he still had that weight on his shoulders.
A revelation such as the one he’d had should have been a blessing, a relief. A man in love was meant to be a happy one. But a man in love did not usually find his feelings in the midst of season-long ruse whilst his beloved fought on her deathbed.
Anthony blew out a loose sigh, shaking his head as he continued through the halls. Being on his own, he found, was worse than sitting in silence with his family. He was trying to think of something to say, trying to gather his emotions and push them aside so he could be the man of the house as he was meant to be, but when he reached the room from before he was only met with Eloise.
She looked up from the floor, and he noticed the puffiness of her eyes, her slightly blotchy skin. His heart sank yet again.
“Benedict helped Mother to bed,” she explained, her throat bobbing. “All of this exhausted her. I’ve no idea where he is now.”
Anthony nodded, his mind still wandering. “Ah.”
“How is she?” Eloise asked, her brows knit in concern.
“As well as she can be.” Anthony sighed. “She has a fever, but she’s resting. Her parents are with her and the doctor is watching over her. He said she should awaken before the end of the day.”
The furrow softened as she smiled. It was good to see her smile. “Good. That— that’s good. I’m glad.”
“And how are you, Eloise?” Anthony asked, folding his arms.
“As well as I can be,” she responded wryly. Anthony’s lips twitched in a momentary smile, but she leaned against the couch and let out a sigh of her own. “This all certainly ended in the best way it could have.”
“The best way would have been for it to have never happened,” he said. “I should have prevented it—I was meant to keep her safe.”
“Brother,” she said wearily, “I already told you that you cannot blame yourself.”
“And I’ve never been one for listening to you,” he said dryly, “have I?”
Eloise huffed a laugh and shook her head. “I am not a fool, Anthony. I know what is happening between you two.”
Anthony frowned. “Eloise—”
“You love her,” she said bluntly. “Do you not?”
He tried to say something, but no words would follow. He could only stare at his sister and her nerve, resulting in a small smile from her.
“You are not that talented an actor, brother,” she said. “It is easier for me to believe the two of you are truly in love than that you could actually trick me in such a way.”
He blinked. “You believe she loves me?”
Eloise laughed, turning her head slightly. “I do,” she said. “And seeing as you are not denying it, I believe that means you love her.”
Anthony bit the inside of his cheek. So the two of you could fool the entirety of the ton for over half the season, but apparently not Eloise. How typical.
He walked over and took a seat on the couch next to his sister, leaving a bit of space between them. He took a deep breath before he spoke.
“I do.” He glanced at her. “I love her.”
Saying it aloud—admitting the truth of feelings he’d been fighting for so long—brought him an unexpected lightness. One other person knew both truths: that they had been lying about their love, and that Anthony had been lying about his lies.
It would have been laughable had he not been so unsure of everything else.
It took Eloise a moment to say anything back. For a while, she merely looked at him, unreadable depths in her eyes. He didn’t think he would ever be able to fully decipher his sister.
“I know my blessing means very little in the scheme of things,” she finally said. “But know that if this does come into fruition… I will support you two. Every step of the way.”
The smile that spread across Anthony’s lips was brighter than anything he’d experienced today, and he inclined his head. “Truly?”
“Yes, truly,” Eloise said, a smile of her own growing though she tried to hide it as she glanced away. “It is not a big deal. Do not make it out to be one. There are far worse men that she could end up with.”
“Alright,” he said, unabashed in his joy. For such a solemn day, Eloise had turned his mood around.
“And I will also keep your secret,” she said breezily, “again, so do not worry about that.”
“You say it does not mean much,” Anthony said, “but you are wrong. Your support means more to me than you know.”
She shifted, seemingly bolstered ever so slightly by his praise. “...I’m glad.”
He smiled as he stood back up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his outfit. Anthony grimaced as his hands came into view. He was in dire need of a bath and some new clothes. He could not deal with your blood on him for much longer.
“I must be going,” Anthony said. “I need to clean up. And,” he sighed, “ensure that none of this has spread to the rest of the ton.”
Eloise hummed, and Anthony was nearly at the door when she spoke up again.
“...Thank you. For being here for me.”
His expression softened as he glanced back at her. “I will always be here for you.”
Her lips curved just so. Anthony had never been so thankful to no longer be at odds with one of his siblings.
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Your head hurt.
That was the first thing you could truly understand as your eyes slowly cracked open, squinting while you came to. You blinked a multitude of times, trying to regain your bearings and relieve the dryness of your eyes.
It took another moment for them to adjust to the darkness—the curtains were closed, but no light filtered through. How long had you been asleep?
You grimaced as you shifted ever so slightly, a dull but constant ache in your chest leaving you stiff, but there was a weight of a hand in yours. You glanced over and recognized your mother, asleep but still grasping your hand.
You smiled. She came for you after all.
But as you tried to shift further in the bed, you groaned, a sharp column of pain shooting through you. Your mother’s eyes shot open, her body starting from instinct, but it took a moment for her to truly realize it all.
“Nice of you to wake up,” you said wryly.
“You—” tears sprung in her eyes, and her lips spread in a grateful grin— “You must be alright if your first words are to antagonize your mother.”
“I am still here,” you said. You didn’t want to tell her you didn’t think you would make it. That you thought your fate was sealed when you pulled your hand away to nothing but blood.
“That you are,” she said breathily. “Are you alright, though? How do you feel? Does it hurt?”
“I believe I am alright,” you responded, “I feel… tired. And my chest aches.”
“The doctor said that would be expected,” she murmured. “What do you remember?”
“...That depends,” you said. “What do you know?”
Your mother gave you a look as she said your full name. “This is not the time for games.”
Your cheeks heated and you averted your eyes. “I was in the city with Anthony. I was stabbed after a riot broke out. That is all I remember.”
“Lord Bridgerton is the reason you are alive,” your mother said. “He brought you back to Bridgerton House, and their doctor saved your life.”
Somehow it was possible for your face to burn even more. You dragged Anthony out to that meeting, and you repaid him by making him drag your near lifeless body all the way back to his estate.
You were the worst fake fiancee a man could have.
You felt your eyes begin to fill with tears and you rapidly blinked them away.
“Where is he?” you asked quietly. “Where is Anth— Lord Bridgerton?”
Your mother gave you a knowing look. “It is alright to call him by his name, darling. It is quite clear how much he cares for you.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat. You could not do this. “Where is he?”
“He is with his family,” she said. “You caused everyone quite a fright.”
“I can imagine,” you said hollowly.
“Would you like to see him?” she asked. “Because I am sure he—”
“No.” The haste with which you sat up drew out another wince. “No— I…”
You closed your eyes, biting down on the inside of your lip. You could not do this.
Your mother said your name softly. “What is it?”
You opened your eyes, ignoring the wetness around them as you looked at her. “Anthony and I cannot marry.”
She blinked. It looked as if it took a moment for your words to sink in. “What?”
“We cannot marry,” you repeated. “We— we never could marry. Our courtship is a ruse.”
Your mother blinked again, this time wholly taken aback. “What?”
“It is a ruse,” you repeated, more forcefully. “I wanted to escape the baron, and Anthony wanted to escape a thousand desperate debutantes. I proposed a mock courtship between us, and he accepted.”
Her brows furrowed deeper than ever before, as if she still couldn’t fully believe it. “You lied to me.”
“To everyone,” you said. You hadn’t a clue what had gotten into you, tearing apart a story carefully crafted throughout nearly the entire season, but something burned inside of you. You couldn’t keep going with this—you couldn’t keep stringing Anthony along, not when your feelings were far more real than they had any right to be.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “Why would you do such a thing?”
“Because I did not want to marry,” you repeated. “The baron is nothing more than a lecher, and the thought of any sort of marriage to him disgusted me, but you and Father refused to listen to me. The only way to get out of it was for you to believe I had caught the affections of someone better. Anthony Bridgerton’s word was certainly better than mine in the eyes of the ton.”
Your mother stared at the floor for much longer than you anticipated, and you could not tear your eyes away from her.
“Mother,” you said quietly, “say something. Please.”
“I do not quite know what to say.” She finally looked at you, and your throat bobbed. “All of our plans have hinged on this marriage for the entirety of the season. What am I to tell your father?”
“Do not tell him,” you begged. “Please. It is enough that you know— I could not handle the shame if he were to as well.”
“I do not keep secrets as well as you,” your mother snapped. “Marrying into the Bridgerton family would have saved us, both in riches and name. Even your dowry would have gone to use for something of your choosing.” She shook her head, clasping her hands together. “And now you have almost died and we will have to control this and I just—”
“I will marry Lord Cardew,” you interrupted.
That ceased her arguments quite quickly. “What?”
“I will marry Lord Cardew,” you repeated. “He has both riches and name.”
Your mother frowned as she gripped your hands tighter. “You despise him. You got yourself into this entire mess in order to avoid him—you’ve said so yourself.”
“What choice do I have?” you asked desperately. “His name is enough to weather the scandal I’ve created. His money will secure a life for you and Father, and he has a fine pedigree. It is the only way to save the Worthing name.”
“Have you not considered the very man who has been courting you this season?” Your mother gestured with her hand. “Look where you are, darling! Lord Bridgerton has offered up his estate to us so we can be near you as you heal. Your courtship may have started as a ruse, but the man clearly feels something for you!”
“We have become very good friends over the course of the season,” you said, “and I am thankful for it. But I cannot taint the Bridgerton name further.”
“Dearest—”
“It is necessary,” you interrupted, but your quick movement brought on a sharp thread of pain in your chest and you winced.
“Do not push yourself,” your mother whispered, and you nodded.
“It is necessary,” you repeated, though slower. “My rebellion was just… naivete. I will not be the reason for our family’s ruin borne from my own stubbornness. I will secure our legacy, I will secure my future—I will marry Lord Cardew, and… and I will finally stop trying to resist my fate.”
Your mother stared at you, and you stared back. “You said it yourself—our family’s well being hinges on my marrying into wealth. What sane man would consider me after what I’ve done?”
She continued to look at you long and hard, her expression one of unreadable depths. “You are sure?”
No, you wanted to say. You had never been less sure of anything in your life. But you could see no other choice. So you nodded.
Your mother glanced away from you with a sigh, eyes searching the room for a moment before she nodded as well. “...Alright. If that is what you wish, your father and I will contact him once you are recovered.”
“Mother—”
“That is non-negotiable,” she said, and she smiled at you. “You may be blossoming into a true lady, but you are still my daughter. And I will not allow my daughter to do anything until she is fully healed.”
You nodded. “Alright.”
“I am sure that it goes without saying that you are never going to be allowed out of our sight until you are married and settled?” your mother said, and though it caused a sharp pain in your chest, you couldn’t help but laugh.
“I assumed just as much, Mother.”
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Dearest Reader,
It is a fact well known throughout Mayfair that the social season requires the full attention of every single person, frantic mamas and bored bachelors alike. It is a game of wits unlike any other, and this season has proven no different. The middle of our merriment marks many of the most eligible debutantes as engaged — this author pays special attention to the season’s diamond, Lady Adelaida Kennington, who has found her happy ending with the young Earl Pembroke.
Though congratulations may be due to another lady of the ton, one of the simple yet highly discussed Worthing family — as it seems, Miss Worthing has tossed aside the much desired Viscount Bridgerton for the hand of the Baron Jonathan Cardew. One can only be left to wonder what Lord Bridgerton must have done to go from an obviously incoming proposal back to his rakish ways in little more than a night, but it most certainly has to do with Miss Worthing’s recent disappearance from society. Word has passed around of her frequent visits to the lesser parts of London, engaging in activity that can only be described as scandalous. Perhaps it was not the fault of the viscount indeed—Miss Worthing may have finally pushed Lord Bridgerton to his limits.
No matter the reason for the ending of the courtship, this author must extend her thanks to the pairing for providing such material for my pen. It is not every day a nobody in the ton manages to bring down two families at once. Perhaps Miss Worthing deserves congratulations for conducting this fantastical feat all on her own. If it was outrage she was searching for, she has certainly earned it.
Yours Truly,
Lady Whistledown
You huffed a sigh and threw the leaflet across the room, letting your head fall back against the wooden headboard. It was one thing for Lady Whistledown to criticize you, it was another thing entirely for her to bring your family and the Bridgertons into it. You deserved everything that came towards you for what you had done, but your parents, the Bridgertons, Anthony— they were not a part of any of it.
Especially when all your father had done was visit the Cardew estate to have a conversation with the man, see if he was open to the possibility of a marriage with you. Nothing was at all set in stone, but the way Whistledown told it, you were already steps from the chapel with a ring on your finger.
So now, as if it weren’t enough that you were bed bound until your physician deemed you recovered for regular activity, as if it weren’t enough that you were likely set to be married by the end of the season, as if it weren’t enough that you were constantly denying Anthony’s requests to visit you, every single one of your idiotic mistakes was revealed to the ton through a woman too cowardly to write without a pseudonym.
If you ever found Lady Whistledown, you thought bitterly, you would strangle her.
The silence in your room was broken by the door opening, and when you looked up you were greeted with Julia’s face. The usual smile she bore when around you was not there, but before you could ask she answered your unspoken question.
“I apologise for the interruption, my lady, but you have a visitor. He insisted on seeing you.”
A small part of you knew who it was even before she stepped aside, but when Anthony Bridgerton walked into your room your breath still hitched the tiniest bit.
“What are you doing here?” you asked immediately, holding back a grimace as you pushed yourself into a sitting position.
“I had to see you,” Anthony said.
“And you chose to do so by invading my privacy.”
“I have not heard a single word directly from you nor your pen since the accident,” he said, his voice not without a slight barb. But underneath it all, an uncommon hurt festered inside of him. You could not see it, exactly, but you could sense it. “Forgive me for wanting to confirm with my own eyes that you were still alive.”
“I will remain here as a chaperone,” Julia said, closing the door behind her. “You may talk as freely as you please — I will not repeat a single word.” Anthony nodded and pulled the stool away from the vanity so he could be closer to you, then sat down.
Despite Julia’s reassurance, neither of you spoke a word. The silence began to weigh heavily, the tension growing so thick it could be cut with a knife. For so long you had been rejecting Anthony’s requested meetings, not wanting to see him after what you had done. You feared for how he would react, both to your complete ignorance of him after your nearly fatal injury and your acceptance of Lord Cardew’s courtship.
You left Bridgerton House without a word mere hours after your ill-fated decision despite the protests of your parents—you could not stay there for another moment under Anthony’s good graces, not when you had doomed any possible future with him. You did not deserve a single millimeter of Bridgerton good will.
You stared down at the covers you laid under, fidgeting with your hands in your lap as you focused on everything except your visitor. You could not bring yourself to meet Anthony’s gaze, though you’d felt his own on you for the past five minutes.
“Is it true?”
You finally looked up at his sudden question, meeting the intensity of those dark brown eyes you’d lost yourself in so many times. “Is what true?”
“Your marriage to Jonathan Cardew,” he said stiffly. “Is it true?”
Just as quickly, you glanced away. It was near impossible to even be in the same room as the viscount since you had made the decision, even more so to think of the reason why it was that way. So instead, you just nodded.
“Yes. If all works out, we are to be wed at the end of the season.”
“Why?” Anthony leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees as his hands clenched into loose fists. “You openly despise the man—you asked me to court you to avoid him. Why in the name of all things rational would you willingly enter a marriage with him?”
“He will provide for me,” you said. “He has money, he has land, and he is a respectable member of society. He has already been content with the possibility of marriage once, and his name is enough to weather the scandal I have created. It is the smartest choice available.”
“And what of us?” He had an almost wild look in his eyes, and the worst desire took root in you to root your fingers in his hair and ease the troubles you’d caused him. “We have spent the near entirety of the season becoming closer, and you are willing to just throw it all away for a man like Cardew?”
“I could not trap you in a marriage you do not want,” you insisted. “You deserve more than a woman you share no love for, Anthony, and to be married to the woman who made a fool of your entire family. Lord Cardew is the only option.”
“Even if all of that is true, that does not mean it is a smart choice!” he exclaimed. “He is not a safe man to be around! If he has been pursuing you so strongly and only backed off because of my influence, what do you think will happen when you are his legal wife with no sort of protection?”
You swallowed thickly at his words. “He is not that sort of man, Anthony. He may be… horrid, and a complete egoist, but it will be a life of comfort. And that is the life that I need.”
Anthony laughed breathlessly, completely devoid of mirth as he frowned. “You cannot be serious. I have been by your side for an entire season of feminist rants and marriage complaints, half of which revolved around Cardew himself, and now you are telling me that you are just— just alright with this sort of compliance?”
“Nearly dying because of my own idiotic choices has forced me to reexamine my life,” you said plainly. “If I had been even the slightest bit unlucky, I would have perished on those streets, and what would I have had to show for myself? A rebellion that I was only able to take part in because of the privilege I so often fought against?”
“You have made a difference,” Anthony insisted. “You provided for women that no one has the gall to look out for. You’ve spoken out for your own rights, you’ve stood up for your own interests rather than sit around and take what you have been given.”
“I have been fighting against a life that so many less fortunate than myself would kill for,” you said. “I believed death to be a better fate than being forced to marry a man I did not love, but when I was on death’s door, I realized how foolish I was— how utterly selfish.”
“You are not selfish,” Anthony said, but you shook your head.
“I am. Unbelievably so.” You huffed a mirthless laugh as you looked at him. “My parents did not love each other when they married, but they were friends. They could tolerate the other’s presence, and neither of them were fortunate enough to be able to care about anything else. They have grown to love each other in their own way, of course, and they are in a better situation now, but they could not have known it would turn out that way. They did what they had to for the sake of their families and themselves, and it is time I do the same.”
“Love matches are rare,” you murmured. “And even if I were granted the opportunity… I would not deserve it.”
Anthony shook his head. “Do not say that.”
“It is the truth,” you said, letting out yet another humorless laugh. “I have been horrible to my mother when all she has ever wanted is a better life for me than she had. I have fought her for every step of the way for no other reason than my hubris and the dim belief that I deserved different than everyone else simply because I wanted it, no matter what the greater good was. How can that not be selfish, Anthony?”
“You do not have to do this,” he insisted. “You said you dreamed of unmarried life! You told me your fantasies of escaping from society, of living on your own and depending on no one but yourself. You are willing to give all of that up, just like that?”
“I was a fool for ever doing so!” you exclaimed. “Anthony, this world is hard enough on its own for married women — what do you think will become of my family if I do not marry? What do you think will become of me?”
“But you are strong.” Anthony leaned forward, his brow knit in determination. “You are strong, and intelligent, and fully capable of managing on your own. Spinster brand be damned, if it is what you wish, you will flourish completely!”
“Will I?” you questioned, and you gestured at yourself. “I am bound to this room of my own doing because I refused to see the truth of the world around me. I was young and naive to believe I could achieve anything of the sort I dreamed of without consequences, and I will be naive no longer.”
“If you insist on marrying, at least find somebody else,” Anthony begged. “You will be miserable for the rest of your life if you marry Jonathan Cardew.”
“I cannot afford to marry for love, my lord,” you said simply, “and even if I could find a man who loved me, I could never love them back. I would not force anyone into a marriage they did not want, not when…” You trailed off, the words catching in your throat.
You shook your head, choking them down. “It is not important.”
“Please do not marry him,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, “I beg of you.”
“Then who should I marry?” you asked, almost brazenly. “Who should I marry, if not him? I am certainly not one for options.”
You did not know what you wanted Anthony to say. To marry him? That he felt the same for you as you did for him? That, while you were indeed a fool for falling for him, he was one as well. That he would not leave you, not now, nor ever.
But instead he just stared at you with those dark brown eyes that even now could make you melt, a million emotions brewing inside of them yet none of them being given an outlet.
“I do not know,” he murmured, and your heart sank. “But I beg of you, do not let it be him.”
“It is not your decision to make,” you said quietly. “Soon I will be engaged to Lord Cardew, and I will be out of your life.”
There was an underlying desperation in Anthony’s eyes as he looked at you now, that storm of emotions thundering inside of him begging to be expressed. “I do not want you out of my life.”
The words felt like poison leaving your lips. “You do not have a choice.”
Before Anthony could protest any further, you stood up and looked over at your lady’s maid. “Please escort Lord Bridgerton outside. I wish to be alone.”
“My lady, are you—”
“Julia,” you said, your voice strained, “please.”
She nodded and she gestured for Anthony towards the door, but he did not move a centimeter.
Anthony said your name with such pain that you could not even stand to look at him, the inside of your lip drawn so tightly between your teeth that you could taste blood all in the effort to prevent tears from emerging.
“Do not make this harder than it has to be,” you whispered. “I beg of you, Anthony.”
“Lord Bridgerton,” Julia said quietly, “please obey my lady’s wishes.”
He stared at you with desperation before he finally nodded and walked out the door, Julia closing it behind him.
You screwed your eyes shut as you dug the heels of your palms into your forehead, letting out a frustrated sob as your hands dropped back down. The pinpricks of tears were already starting, and while you were thankful you were alone, you already longed for Anthony’s presence.
You wished, more than ever, that things could be how they used to be. You wished you’d never even made this ridiculous deal with him—then you would not be in such pain, yearning for a man you could never have while the reputation of you and your family was destroyed and your life fell to pieces around you. You could not do a single thing about it, and you could not blame a single soul for it other than yourself.
You’d never felt so useless.
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Who remembers my post where Colin got jealous of a man who came to call on Penelope? It was the post I introduced Marquess Odysseus Rose.
Here's the AO3 link for it because I can't find the tumblr one link
Well I just had a thought of what if we drop Felicity into this au too.
Felicity sees this lord coming to seduce her sister away, and she is about damn near has heart failure. Penelope laughs at something Odysseus says, and Felicity has to fight the urge to run out of the house and track down Colin. She won't because someone has to stay here and protect her sister. She does not trust their mama to not scheme and it would take a natural disaster or a gambling bet to pull their father away from his newspaper.
So Felicity instead does not give them space. She sits as close as she possibly can to Penelope without gaining the attention of their mama while Penelope and Odysseus discuss those new fairytale collectors who call themselves the Brothers Grimm.
Thank all that was holy that marquess did not stay long. But did he have to kiss her sister’s hand?! Felicity felt her hackels raise. No, this man WILL NOT break up her sister and Felicity's favorite brother-in-law or future beother in law, either it does not matter he is not breaking up Pen and Colin! As soon as she watched Marquess Rose drive off in his carriage, Felicity took off sprinting across the street.
The Bridgerton butler, Humboldt, open the door. "Miss Featherington, Miss Hyacinth isn't here at the moment but I can-"
"I'm here to see Colin!" Felicity blurted out, trying to catch her breath.
Humboldt stared at the ten year old girl for one moment then two.
"Please its important."
Just as she was afraid he was going to deny her the butler let her in and had her wait in one of the drawing rooms.
Felicity for herself pace. Colin needed to hurry up that marquess could be thinking up ways to ruin her sister at this very moment! Colin needs to go court Penelope more than he ever has before! Should they get flowers? Yes, flowers are always nice!
"Felicity what's wrong-"
"We must make haste to the florist!" Felicity declared, trying to push Colin out the door he just came in.
"Felicity!"
"We must get something beautiful! But no yellow!" Felicity pauses. "AND NO ROSES!" Can't have Penelope associating the flowers with that stupid marquess.
Colin turned around, grabbing hold of Felicity's shoulders he kneeled down so they were eye level. "Felicity what is going on? Why do we need to go to a florist?"
Felicity huffed. Could he not ask on their way to the florist? "Marquess Odysseus Rose," Felicity spat the name, "has called upon Penelope yet again! He will not leave us alone and he is trying to take my sister away! Mama has hinted marriage between him and Penelope and we can not allow that to happen!"
Colin froze before Felicity finished her sentence. "Marquess Rose was at your house today?"
"Yes!" Felicity cried frustrated. "We can not allow him to put court you for Penelope's hand! Now make haste to the florist!"
Colin stiffly stood. "Yes, let's. Perhaps we'll also stop at the bookstore and maybe get Penelope a new handkerchief as well."
"Oh yes!" Felicity agreed, taking Colin's offered arm like she would do with one of her sisters. "Something with a pretty lace border!"
#fun fact the brothers grimm first published in 1812 so just a year before this would've been set in#bridgerton#polin#felicity featherington#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#odysseus rose#jealous colin#protective felicity#they're about to be so petty to poor odysseus
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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 2)
Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc
Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?
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Dear readers,
The same two words always come to mind for this author the morning after a big party: surprise and delight. And dear reader, the scandalous accounts of last night's evening at Ranger House ( Bridgerton house ) are quite surprising and a real delight.
Emerging from her previous failure with Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, Miss Edwina Sharma seems to have charmed Prince Friedrich of Prussia with her charms.
They have been seen very together at every social event and close sources comment on the success of the diamond of the season with the prince. Perhaps it turns out that the Queen Regent is a very good supervisor and has an eye for pairing.
Maybe this is the queen's redemption, compared to the resounding failure she had last season with Miss Sharma herself; her diamond for the second consecutive year, and the frustrated wedding she was going to have with the Viscount.
Speaking of royalty, we must also mention the presence of Prince Y/n of Hannover and also the queen's nephew in this season. Also remember that Prince Y/n is the future heir to the throne since the queen and the regent king so dictated after his 16th birthday .
Apparently, this handsome green-eyed prince is also looking for a wife and a future queen. The mothers are very attentive to each moment of solitude, to push their daughters into hisarms and try to catch the biggest fish in the place.
But it seems that his attention is fixed on none other than Miss Eloise Bridgerton. It should be noted that this is the second season as a debutante for the second daughter of the Bridgertons and the bad reputation that comes from the people with whom she joined last season.
But that fame does not seem to frighten or matter to the Prince of Hanover, as he has been seen many times on the dancefloor with Miss Bridgerton. They say that love is blind and perhaps in this case it can also become deaf.
How will the queen feel about this possible union?
On the other hand, we have Miss Prudence Featherington who is still engaged to Mr. Jack Featherington and it seems that the nuptials are still some way off. On the other hand, we have Penelope Featherington , who has reportedly been seen in the company of Mr. Colin Bridgerton more than usual. Could this mean something else; or is it just a friendship?
Always yours,
Lady Whistledown.
Eloise's POV
I can't do it anymore. I can't continue with this constant pressure, feeling like every step and every one of my movements is being watched. And not only for my mother, but also for the rest of the people in each event.
It's only been three weeks since the social season began, three weeks that have seemed eternal and one of the heaviest. It seems that three months have passed and not three weeks.
I feel exhausted and totally stressed. I don't want to disappoint my mother again and have our last name put in doubt again because of me. That is what I least want.
But the pressure not to disappoint Mother again, the feeling of being completely watched at all times, and the discomfort I feel every time a newcomer questions me about my "radical" ideals overwhelms me.
The only times I don't feel so overwhelmed and suffocated by everything is when I'm reading in my room and no one bothers or watches me at all.
I can only relax when I am completely alone.
Worst of all, I can't talk about it with anyone, since I would have talked about it with Penelope before and that's it. But after her betrayal, I can't talk to her, much less when she didn't trust her and continues to write as Lady Whistledown .
The fact that she continues writing annoys me even more, especially when she writes about my family and more specifically about me. If anyone had forgotten about her comment last season, about my relationship with Theo and my supposed radical political ideas; with what she wrote about me three days ago, she reminded all of London.
So people looked at me even more and not in a very positive way. But I couldn't talk to anyone about how I felt, because I don't have any friends left and no one in my family would understand.
I can't even tell Benedict how I feel, since he's too focused on his drawing and I don't want to worry him with my problems. In addition to that he would tell me not to pay attention to people and he would tell me something funny to make me laugh.
But that's not what I need right now. What I need now is someone who listens to me, who understands me and can help me with all this that I feel. Because I feel like I'm drowning more every day and how I'm short of breath every time I enter a dance or social event.
And the same thing was happening to me right now.
Tonight was the annual seasonal ball at Vauxhall Gardens, so the whole family except my two younger brothers had come. Even Kate had decided to leave little Olivia at home.
As soon as the family had set foot in the party, all eyes were on us and more specifically on me.
Ignoring with all my might the gazes on me, I comply with what my mother asks of me and dance with two men until the song ends. But neither of the two men are educated people.
Because both of them have spent the dances asking about my ideals and how wrong I am with my radical political thought, since that promotes the extinction of my life as a person of high class.
What ends up getting fed up and in a carelessness of my family I flee towards the labyrinth of the gardens. Where I sit on one of the stone benches of the place and I start to cry without being able to avoid it.
XY: I don't think it's safe or correct that you're out here without supervision.- I hear near me, causing me to jump scared and turn around to find the Prince of Hannover.
Eloise: I could say the same to you.- I reproach with a frown, forcefully wiping away my tears and trying to stop crying.
Y/n: Are you alright Eloise? - he asks with some concern on his face, walking towards where I am and sitting a bit far away; but in the same bank.
Eloise: Of course I'm fine.- I answer clenching my jaw and holding back the urge to continue crying.
Y/n: I'll believe you and we can go back to the dance as if nothing had happened.- he says with some sarcasm, bringing a glass to his lips and giving a small sip.
Another thing that has changed is my relationship with Prince Y/n. At first it seemed unbearable and somewhat unbelievable. But over time I have been able to learn more about him and have long intellectual conversations about our interests.
So I've started to see him a bit as a friend, since he knows what is said about me and completely ignores it. He has never come to ask me about my radical political ideas, even though I don't have them as such and that is something that everyone has asked me about.
So you can say that I like him a little, although not enough to tell him my stuff and be considered my friend completely.
Eloise: I'm just tired and overwhelmed by everything.- I admit with a sigh and see how he offers me his drink.
Y/n: What has you overwhelmed?- he asks as I accept the glass and take a small sip, feeling a burning pain in my throat.
Eloise: Iugh Yuck.- I say with a gag, giving him back the drink and causing him to laugh at my reaction.
Y/n: Don't change the subject and answer me.- he tells me funny.
Eloise: I feel overwhelmed for not finding a husband and disappointing my mother for a second time.- I answer playing with my hands and lowering my gaze.
Y/n: And why do you think you won't find a husband?- he asks with some confusion in his voice. -From my point of view, you are perfect for any man. You are beautiful, you have your own thoughts and ideals that you defend with very good arguments, you are educated, you like to read and you do not give importance to what the rest of the world says. - he enumerates and I look at him completely surprised, feeling a certain heat on my cheeks and ears.
Eloise: You say that out of politeness.- I played down what he just said, feeling embarrassed and somewhat impressed by his opinion about me.
Y/n: I say what I've seen and what I've experienced with you.- he assures me with a small smile, so I look away from him. -There are very few women like you Eloise Bridgerton and you should be proud of who you are. Because you are worth much more than any of the other debutants with knowledge of pianoforte or whatever they know how to do, because you go further and you don't focus only on learning something to please your future husband.- he expresses and i presses my lips , so that he does not see the smile that wants to appear on my face about what he has told me.
Eloise: That's the problem, I don't want a husband to please and become a boring housewife.- I say with a sigh. -I don't want to have to pretend to be someone I'm not in order for a man to like me, I don't want to make myself less so I can get married and I don't want my life to be left in the hands of a husband who is only interested in himself.- I complain and I can see how he listens to me attentively.
Y/n: So you don't want to get married? - he asks with confusion and with some interest shining in his eyes.
Eloise: No.- I deny with a sigh. -It's not something I want, but my mother wants me to get married and I don't want to stay like a spinster either; because it is not that they are very well seen in our society. - I explain and I see how he nods with his head processing what I just said.
He stares at me in silence for a few moments, saying absolutely nothing and with a certain pensive look on his face.
Y/n: Can I make you a proposition?- he asks me with some caution.
Eloise: What kind of proposition? - I ask a little interested, but also with some caution for the possibilities.
Y/n: You don't want to get married, right? - he asks and I shake my head. -But neither do you want to stay single and "disappoint" your mother by not getting married.- he says and I nod without understanding where he wants to go. -I propose that you marry me.- he says confidently and I open my eyes wide.
Eloise: WHAT?!! - I exclaim completely in shock.
Y/n: Don't yell or someone will see us.- he whispers looking at all sides.
Eloise: Have you gone crazy?- I ask quickly in a whisper. -I just told you that I don't want to get married and you ask me to marry.- I commented as if it were the craziest idea in the world.
Y/n: Be quiet and listen to me for a moment please.- he asks me with a certain plea in his eyes.
Eloise: Okay.- I accept with a sigh, trying to relax my breathing and the accelerated beating of my heart.
Y/n: I don't want to get married either, but my father forces me to find someone and marry her for love.- he begins to tell me. -I just want to travel the world and enjoy life, but I can't do it until I get married; since I made a deal with my father. The deal is based on the fact that if I marry for love, he will pay me six months to travel the world and buy me a house wherever I want for myself and my wife.- he explains and I still don't understand his proposition.
Eloise: And what do I paint here and in your proposal for me to marry you? - I ask still a bit confused.
Y/n: That's what I'm getting to.- he complains with a sigh. -I don't want to get married and you don't want to get married, but for different reasons we don't want to be single either. So it's the best thing that could happen to us. - he exclaims and I look at him still confused.
Eloise: I still don't quite understand the reason for your proposition.- I point out how poorly it is being explained.
Y/n: You marry me and your mother is glad that you marry a prince and future heir to the crown; besides that you don't stay single.- he points to me first . -And I marry you, finally being able to travel the world and having the freedom to live away from my father. We both won.- he exclaims with some joy.
Eloise: But I would still have to marry you and I'm not going to make myself less or become a housewife for you.- I deny immediately.
Y/n: And you won't.- He denies, reassure me immediately. -You will have all the freedom in the world, you will be able to read everything you want and dedicate your time to yourself without having to worry about your future anymore.- he assures me and I observe him considering the proposal.
Eloise: Could I choose where to have the house? - I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Y/n: As long as it's not near my father; yes.- he nods with a smile.
Eloise: I want to review your proposal, okay? - I ask and he nods. -You want us to get married together; because neither of us really wants to get married, but I don't want to disappoint my mother and I don't want to stay single either. At the same time as you , you have made a deal with your father and if you get married he will finally let you travel the world and buy you a house.- I am saying everything he has told me, causing him to nod again. -And I will be able to continue enjoying my books and not being the most feminine woman in the world, without you caring and I will have all the freedom in the world; besides that I will choose where we would live? - I finish reviewing the proposition.
Y/n: Exactly.- He nods with a smile.
Eloise: What's the catch? - I ask raising an eyebrow, knowing that everything sounds very perfect and there must be a catch.
Y/n: It has to seem like we really love each other and my aunt has to accept our marriage.- he responds a bit insecure and I open my mouth in surprise.
Eloise: No.- I deny getting up from the bench. -Your aunt; Your aunt THE Queen hates me.- I point out and he follows my example getting up from the bench.
Y/n: My aunt will adore you if she thinks you're the love of my life and thinks I'm in love with you.- he assures me and I shake my head.
Eloise: Nobody will believe it. - I deny nervous and somewhat disappointed.
The proposal was perfect, but it was too perfect to be true and now it's clearly impossible.
Y/n: Eloise, please listen to me.- He begs me, grabbing my hands and making me look at him. -You are my only hope, the other debutants want to marry me to show off and for the possible power that marriage would entail. And to be honest, I couldn't pretend to love them one bit, no matter how good an actor I may be.- he explains sincerely and I can't help but laugh at the last thing .
Eloise: And with me if you can pretend perhaps? - I ask strangely nervous about his closeness and curious about his answer.
Y/n: Yes, because you have something in your head and you have thoughts of your own.- he answers without thinking for two seconds. -It would be easier for me to fake a relationship with someone intelligent like you, than with someone who doesn't even know what an intellectual and casual conversation is; without it being planned.- he comments and I can't help nodding at the reality of the situation.
Eloise: And what happens if we don't fool anyone? - I ask with an exhausted sigh.
Y/n: Lady Whistledown already believes that there is something between us and as my aunt says, if that lady writes about it, the rest of the town comments on it and also thinks about it.- he answers calmly. -We just have to start being seen more together, take walks in the park together and dance only with each other.- he explains part of his plan.
Eloise: And how will we convince my mother, Lady Danbury and your aunt the Queen?- I ask and I see how he remains thoughtful.
Y/n: I could go to your house for tea from now on, show an intense interest on my part towards you and a notorious approach so that they do not suspect.- he plans and I can recreate the plan in my mind.
I can see how the situation can turn out favorable for us and how we can both win if everything works as he has said. But it can also go wrong and someone discover us.
Eloise: Can I think about the proposal for a few days? - I ask a little nervous and insecure.
Y/n: You can think about it for as long as you want. - He nods with a small smile. -But I'm afraid that to ensure a positive ending in case you accept, we have to start acting now and even if in the end you reject the offer, we'll just distance ourselves a bit and that's it.- he raises and I nod, understanding his point of view .
Eloise: Okay.- I nod and he leaves a light squeeze on my hands and then releases them. -I'll think about it these days and I 'll give you an answer as soon as possible.- I assure him and he takes a couple of steps back, picking up his glass from the bench.
Y/n: Great, now let's go back to the dance and hopefully no one has noticed our absence.- he tells me and we both head towards the dance.
Before reaching the end of the maze, he asks me to go first and that he will appear a few minutes later; so as not to arouse suspicion. And that's what happens.
Ten minutes after I have found my brothers, excusing myself for having been in the bathroom and for the long queue, there he was. Prince Y/n approaches us and asks me to dance with him, which I immediately accept with a smile and beginning the most important performance of my life.
From this moment on, in the following days we will have to be the best actors in the world and make all the people believe that there is something between the prince and me.
I just hope that everything goes well and that in the solitude of my room, I can think calmly and weigh all the pros and cons of the proposition Y/n has made me.
I only hope to be able to choose well and not regret it in the future; either close or far from the decision that I have to make in a few days. Because that decision will dictate my life and future from the moment I make my final decision.
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This is the story of the death of Colin Bridgerton the boy and his rebirth as Colin Bridgerton the man. But not just any man, Penelope Featherington’s man:
Colin went to Featherington house to propose to Penelope after their unexpectedly passionate carriage ride the night before. He hadn’t seen it coming but he spent the entire night after they parted wishing that he was still with her, imagining her as his lady, as his wife… and he didn’t know how it happened but frankly he didn’t care about the how’s and why’s or even that she was Whistledown. Because he wanted that future, a future with Penelope as his wife. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything before in his life and he was about to make it known. If only he wasn’t so nervous…
Colin: Good day Pen, I hope you do not mind my unexpected visit but I was eager to speak with you after… well. It is only that… you see… my behavior last night was… ungentlemanly and I very much wish to make amends. I shall see to it that you have your dream wedding. You need only tell me your hearts desire and I will make it happen. Anything for my bride. Oh! Goodness, here I go getting ahead of myself, the least I can do is ask you properly… Miss Penelope Featherington, I am here to ask for your hand. Will you marry me?
Colin was disappointed in himself for not courting her properly and clearly he should not have behaved the way he did with a lady before marriage but he was determined to make it right and once his ring was on her finger, Colin was certain that life with Penelope would ensure his future happiness and he couldn’t wait until he could call her his, forever.
He realized that his proposal did not start off well. He should have planned a speech and rehearsed a bit to make it at romantic as possible. Penelope deserved a romantic proposal, he’d clearly cheated her out of a romantic courtship… in truth they had no courtship at all. They’d just come to know each other well over the years.
Penelope looked stunned, actually she looked like she might be sick. But she composed herself and spoke her response slowly, as though she was struggling to maintain her composure. Colin recognized the look on Penelope’s face from the night of his sister Daphne’s first ball as the Duchess of Hastings when he’d told Pen he was leaving town. She’d looked crushed and saddened as she spoke.
Penelope: Colin, I appreciate this more than you can know, I know you are an honorable man so I can imagine how deeply you must regret what happened between us. But I do not intend to force your hand. I know you were not… yourself at the time and you do not deserve to pay for what was clearly a mistake. Not with the rest of your life. You have my word, I will never tell a soul. You do not have to marry me. Now, please get off your knee before my mama comes in and you find yourself stuck with me.
Colin felt it in his bones that this was right, that he and Penelope where fated somehow… meant to be. So how could he have bungled this so badly that the only woman in the world he could not live without was so unaware of his affection for her that she would believe he would think marrying her was an unwanted obligation. He had to make it clear that he wanted this, wanted her. Forever.
Colin: Penelope I could never feel stuck with you. I truly believe that we would be happy together, I know it. I only wish I had been more respectful of you as a lady and courted you properly. But I swear I will be a good husband to you.
Penelope closed her eyes and shook her head refusing to accept his words.
Penelope: You must have rehearsed this because I almost believe you.
Colin: You misunderstand. I only mean to make it clear that I want to marry you Pen.
Penelope: Please stop. Lies are beneath you and we both knew even as you took me in your arms that what was happening between us meant nothing. Not really. Not to you. Men take their pleasure with women they do not care for everyday, do they not? I have heard it said that passion is fleeting and most dangerous for the woman but I allowed it because I knew in my heart that it would be my only chance to know what it could feel like if you were mine. But I am not so foolish as to believe you would ever choose me. I have accepted the truth, so I cannot marry you.
Colin: But I have chosen you. I am choosing you Penelope. What are you saying? What is it that you have finally accepted?
Penelope: That I am not the sort of wife anyone would expect a man like you to take. I am no mysterious beauty... I may be good enough to be your friend but you were very clear that I do not count as a woman in your eyes. You would never really choose me for a wife. You’re only asking me out of your sense of honor and obligation. In time you would grow resentful towards me and regret this decision. I am certain.
Colin: You are wrong, please, I must insist that you stop and think about this Penelope. I’m asking you because I want you. I realize how it seems but you are not forcing my hand.
Penelope: I know you are a good man Colin, but I also know that you do not love me. One day you will realize that this is what is best for both of us.
Colin: I will not dishonor you by not marrying you. Penelope we shared more than an innocent kiss, what happened between us, it was… intimate. It was our souls that touched. I cannot and will not pretend like it meant nothing.
Penelope could bear no more, she could not stop the tears that fell as she finally said what she was clearly hoping to not have to say.
Penelope: Have you considered what would become of me if I married you because of this. Because I have. It is all I did last night. We would stand before God and our families and you would vow to love me, knowing that your heart would never be mine. If I were your wife you know that I would give you everything. My heart, my body, my future… but I would know every day for the rest of my life, no matter how you pretended, that deep down you would always wish you were free of me. Free to share your life with a woman you could actually love. That any life I built with you would be little more than a friendship turned burden that you tolerated out of guilt. And I could not bear it Colin. Not when you are the only man I have ever… oh after all these years I am unashamed to admit the truth because I believe we both know what has not been spoken between us.
Colin: What are you—
Penelope: I love you. I’ve loved you for years. But you have never and will never, love me. Knowing that and marrying you anyway… it would not just break my heart Colin, it would tear my soul apart. You cannot ask this of me.
Colin felt utterly gutted. He didn’t care that Penelope’s mother could walk in at any moment or that it was already wildly inappropriate that they’d been alone together this long in her drawing room. In that moment, Colin Bridgerton was left with nothing in the world but the shards of his broken heart and more regret than he could bear.
Colin: Penelope please… I—
Penelope: I beg of you, as your most devoted friend, forget what happened between us and never speak of it again. You are free of me Colin. Please… just go.
Something in Colin snapped. A surge of emotion raged inside him like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was a force of fury, panic and pain as though Penelope had brought his heart to life and ripped it out of his chest all at once. He felt as if everything that had ever mattered to him was gone in an instant and nothing would ever be good in his life again.
No amount of traveling could distract from this pain. Colin was forever changed. He didn’t blame Penelope for saying what she said or feeling the way she felt but how, after all these years, how could she give up on him now? After everything that they shared. Colin’s insides twisted because he knew he had no right to expect her devotion or faith. Penelope had loved him for years. Years. Colin had seen that twinkle in her eyes every time she looked at him. It was that way for as long as he’d known her and it made him sick to know he’d dismissed it as nothing more than a young girl’s infatuation. He pretended not to notice and made sure never to flirt with her the way he did with every other young lady. Yet still she loved him. Even though she was so sure he didn’t want her she wanted him happy, to have a wife he could love. She was not selfish with him, not his Penelope. No, Penelope was always good to Colin, she encouraged him to pursue his dreams, whatever his heart desired, she wanted for him. Colin could not say when exactly it happened but he knew in that moment that what he felt for her was the same now. He loved her as much as she loved him. And he always would, even if she truly was lost to him forever. But he couldn’t give her up just yet.
Colin lost his heart so completely to Penelope that the idea that she was giving up on him forever had him hating himself. Of course she was giving up on him, he had hurt her for so long… it was not on purpose but what did that matter? He could not bear for another second to pass with his beloved hurt, sad and unaware of his complete adoration and devotion.
Colin took Penelope in his arms and looked her in the eyes before putting so much of his love in this kiss she’d simply have to feel what he was feeling before he bared his soul to her in utter despair.
Colin: I am sorry. For everything I have ever done to make you feel as though I could ever regret marrying you Penelope. No one has ever loved me the way you have and I have never known anything like what I feel for you. It is more than mere love. I may never deserve you, your heart or your future but you cannot ask me to leave you. Not when walking away from you, from us, would destroy me. And losing you would destroy me, Pen. Because I am yours. Last night you gave me a glimpse of what our life together could be. To love and be loved so deeply, to feel how I feel with you in my arms, to know I could build a life with you, my sweetest friend, my greatest love… the joy it would bring me to see you carrying my children, our children. God help me, I don’t have the words to express myself Penelope. I’m so desperately in love I feel like I’ve gone mad. If you are not convinced, let me court you. Let me show you how much I need you. How certain I am. Only, do not give up on me Pen, please. Take pity on me my love, and reconsider. I will never take a wife unless it is you. Let me be your husband, let me make you happy. I swear I will love you always. Please Penelope, say you will marry me. Be my wife.
The thudding sounds were mere moments apart, coming from behind Colin and as he spun to see that Portia and Prudence Featherington had not only entered the drawing room to find Penelope in Colin’s arms, they heard his fervent declaration of love as he begged for her hand and they’d both fainted just as Colin felt Penelope go limp, swooning in his arms.
Penelope came to sooner than the other two Featherington ladies, likely because Colin was fussing over her so sweetly. Helping her to the chaise and having the maid fetch something cool for her to drink while he held her hand, and kissed it.
Colin: Are you alright? Shall I call for a doctor?
Penelope: Everything you just said. The look on your face… in your eyes. This must be a dream but I want it to be true. You said that you love me.
Colin: It is no dream Penelope, I meant every word. I love you. Be mine. Choose me forever and let us never be parted.
Penelope: Yes Colin. I have always been yours, I will be your wife.
When their engagement was announced the ton was abuzz with speculation and rumor but Whistledown, who had once commented that the friendship between the two was so clearly platonic that she would bet her column on it, stopped writing all together when Colin Bridgerton became betrothed to Penelope Featherington.
No one who was ever around the newlyweds questioned why he married her. Their happiness was so infectious and the love between them so obvious that it became almost legendary. Theirs was the love that silenced the most notorious gossip in London.
Queen Charlotte, who finally discovered the true identity of Whistledown, met with the couple privately and after demanding her every question be answered, she commanded Penelope never to pick up her quill as Lady Whistledown again and even offered this wedding gift: Mrs. Penelope Bridgerton and her family had the protection of the crown should they ever need it and a promise that her secret would only be revealed if Penelope wished it so.
The Queen was so fascinated, entertained and enchanted by the secret life of this shy, gently bred young lady by day turned scandalous scribbler by night and how she was little more than a trapped bird who was now freed by love that she compared it to her favorite romantic novel. Her majesty even encouraged Penelope not waste her writing talent or her fairytale which inspired Pen to write her story, even if it needed editing to protect her identity.
The charming traveler and his waiting wallflower is what the world would see when they looked at Mr. & Mrs. Colin Bridgerton. And though she changed names and disguised the most identifiable parts of her story, when Penelope finally finished her novel, which was a wild success and in truth was more memoir than fiction, she sent a special copy to the Queen along with her thanks for her majesty’s grace and generosity, and for believing in her.
After so many years of being invisible to the world Mrs. Penelope Bridgerton called the love of her life, her husband and the Queen herself was a confidant and friend. There was never such a shining example of the transformative power of true love.
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So for my Hogwarts AU I’m thinking of these being the houses the Bridgertons and their love interests are sorted into:
Anthony - Gryffindor - the most jock-like of his siblings, star player of the Quidditch team, gets a little big-headed with all the attention he gets from the girls until Kate Sharma comes along and puts him in his place and turns him into a massive simp, joins the school orchestra just to get close to Kate (spoiler alert he’s just as bad a trumpet player as she is a flutist), ends up becoming Quidditch captain and Head Boy
Benedict - Ravenclaw - creative and artistic, inspired by the peace and quiet of Ravenclaw tower not to mention the stunning panoramic views, becomes captain of the Art club in his later years (also attends the Poetry club but keeps it secret, not wanting his brothers to take the piss out of him), on the reserve team for Quidditch as goalkeeper despite not trying out (generations of Bridgertons have excelled in the sport and Benedict is no exception)
Colin - Hufflepuff - with the common room located so close to the kitchens Colin was elated to end up sorted into Hufflepuff and regularly helped himself to the food after befriending the house elves, his laidback and fun loving nature made him the quintessential Hufflepuff student, becomes a beloved commentator for all Quidditch matches when he’s not participating as beater for his team, is a natural at charms and becomes captain of the Charms club
Daphne - Slytherin - driven and ambitious, once she gets a goal in her head she sticks to it until it’s achieved, part of the planning committee for the Yule ball as well as helping to organise the festivities around Halloween and Valentines Day, becomes captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and to some people’s surprise the captain of the Duelling club (the surprise subsiding once people witnessed her execute a perfect Bat Bogey hex on Nigel Berbrooke), as well as becoming Head Girl
Eloise - Slytherin - had set her sights on Ravenclaw but once it occurred to her that her best friend Penelope would end up in Slytherin like all of the Featheringtons had she shoved the Sorting Hat on and demanded to be put with her friend (she would never know that the Sorting Hat was always going to put her in Slytherin regardless - no other house was better suited for her strong-minded nature), is one half of the most tenacious pair of beaters alongside Daphne, editor of the school newspaper and captain of the Debate team
Francesca - Ravenclaw - only Bridgerton with a functioning brain at any given moment so of course she’s in Ravenclaw, quiet and studious and never misses a trick, becomes seeker for the Quidditch team in her second year and never fails to get the snitch and secure a win, takes extra curriculum activities that she can gain muggle qualifications in to allow herself to have as many future prospects as possible
Gregory - Hufflepuff - wasn’t sure ahead of the sorting what house he would end up in, sort of wanting to follow in Anthony’s footsteps but also Colin had rhapsodized about the Hufflepuff common room’s close location to the kitchens, and when he ended up sorted into the same house as his older brother he realised Hufflepuff was a good fit for him as much like Colin he’s friendly and easygoing, on the reserve team as a beater, captain of the Magical Creatures club and Gobstones club
Hyacinth - Gryffindor - Anthony used to wrap his red and gold scarf around his baby sister when she was little and boast about how awesome it was to be a Gryffindor and ever since she wanted to be sorted into the same house as her big brother, the Sorting Hat barely touched her head before it proclaimed she was in Gryffindor thus fulfilling her dream (though seeing how daring Hyacinth is she was always going to be sorted into the house regardless), and just like Anthony she became a star chaser on the Quidditch team
Kate - Gryffindor - brave and protective of those she loves, she was sorted into Gryffindor even though she had hoped to be Ravenclaw just like her dad, member of the Art club and Hogwarts orchestra (even though her flute playing left a lot to be desired), makes the Quidditch team in her third year as chaser and instantly becomes Anthony’s frenemy, is a mother hen of a prefect who dotes on and looks out for the younger years before eventually becoming Head Girl
Sophie - Ravenclaw - born half-blood and raised without knowing her magical status, she meets and makes her first friend in Phillip on the Hogwarts Express who tells her he wants to be in Ravenclaw, the Sorting Hat takes a while to consider what house she should be in before declaring she would be in Ravenclaw after she hesitantly requested to be put in the same house as Phillip so she could stick with her only friend, is a hard-working dedicated student and loves every moment of her time in Hogwarts, is on the reserve team as seeker, member of the school choir and part of the Muggle club where she presents various muggle items and concepts to intrigued purebloods
Penelope - Slytherin - resourceful and determined just like her mother, Penelope was always going to be in Slytherin (not to mention that the Featheringtons being sorted into Slytherin went back generations), excels in all of her subjects, joins the Charms club to be close to Colin (and pretends to not be any good so he can be her tutor), by the time she graduates in her seventh year she has conducted a successful business by anonymously publishing the Whistledown newsletter and earning herself a handsome sum of money
Simon - Slytherin - hadn’t wanted to be sorted into Slytherin just like his father as he associated the house with the negative connotations that his father continued to push but after some counselling from Professor Danbury Simon forges his own path and realises being in Slytherin doesn’t make him a bad person, becomes goalkeeper for the Quidditch team and eventual captain, joins the Boxing club after muggle-born Will Mondrich introduces it to the school as well as secretly attending the Gobstones club
Phillip - Ravenclaw - reserved and always with his head in a book, Phillip knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d end up in Ravenclaw, of course he becomes captain of the Herbology club and much to his friends’ surprise is the star boxer of the Boxing club, on the reserve team as goalkeeper for Quidditch, reluctantly spends a lot of his time as a pseudo-lawyer in trying to explain away Colin and Michael’s misbehaviour to the professors
Michael - Hufflepuff - jovial and the life of the party, the Sorting Hat hadn’t even touched his head before proclaiming Michael would be in Hufflepuff, charms his way into everyone’s good books (there are rumours that he’s part Veela, something which Michael lets people believe much to his amusement), lead soloist of the Hogwarts choir, sneaks in Stirling Screech - the Stirlings have famously been distilling liquor for hundreds of years - and sets up a speakeasy in the Room of Requirement for older students
Gareth - Gryffindor - adventurer and thrill-seeker, Gareth was thrilled to be in Gryffindor, enjoys being the seeker on the Quidditch team as much as he loves being a member of the Gobstones, Wizards Chess, and Muggle Board Games clubs, came across his grandmother’s diary written in Ancient Runes and with Hyacinth’s help they track down an ancient family relic his grandmother had hidden away in the school many years previously
Lucy - Hufflepuff - pleasantly genial and dutifully loyal, Lucy Abernathy loved being surrounded by her like-minded house members and cherished her time at school before she had to endure the summer holidays back at home with her controlling uncle, for the first few years she felt under pressure to achieve perfect grades in order to please her uncle’s high expectations but as she got closer with Gregory, Hyacinth, Felicity, and Gareth, she learned to unwind and do things to obtain her own happiness such as joining the Muggle Board Games club, the Food Tech club, and Magical Creatures club
#bridgerton fam#bridgerton spouses#harry potter au#bridgerton hogwarts houses discussion#it took me a while but this is what i've settled on#of course the sorting of the characters are all up for interpretation these are just my own thoughts
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The Ever After - Ch. 7
The 7th chapter of TEA is out. It a little short, but I hope you still enjoy it. You can read it on AO3 - here.
The half hour it took for them to greet rest of their guests was a certain kind of excruciating hell that Penelope wished that she’d to never experience again.
After the Bridgerton family had come through, it have been Marina’s and her husband’s turn to offer their congratulations. Penelope wished she could have Marina with her for the reception, but she understood that they were anxious to get back to Amanda and Oliver. What neither party had to say was that the Crane family had no friends in the Ton. The two had been receiving quite a lot of covert and not-so-covert stares since their arrival had been noted, and it was no surprise to her that they wished to escape as soon as possible. She was sure that Anthony hated having to deal with the attention well, and knew that Eloise would rather have been anywhere else at the moment, and she certainly wanted to be a away from everyone else as soon as possible.
She’d still had her part to play, being just the right amount of happy-but not-too-happy, carefully evading any leading questions about her mother and sisters, and appropriately affectionate with Anthony as happy newly-weds should be. It was an exhausting endeavor even as she knew that it would end within an hour or two, and the longer she’d had to suffer through the Ton’s well wishes and “advice” the less she was sure she would be able to make it through to the end.
No one been tactless enough to bring up her Mama, but she was sure they were all hoping for some morsel of gossip that they could spread around. She and the Bridgertons had agreed not to say anything about the subject, and it seemed her Mama had decided to do do the same thing. She was sure, of course, that he mother was indeed attempting to salvage whatever was left of her tattered reputation. Prudence still hadn’t managed to find herself a husband, and Penelope knew that her failed engagement with their Cousin Jack was only helped by the story her mother had spun about them being swindled out of their entire fortune.
Many of the old-money families who had been taken for fools had taken pity on her mother. With two unwed daughters and an uncertain future, most of them hadn’t asked for their money back, assuming that Jack had taken it with him when he’d left in the middle of the night. Whether they were right or not she couldn’t say for certain, but her mother certainly hadn’t bothered to correct their perceptions and made it a point to be seen wearing outdated fashions and even things they had been seen in before. Her mother had detested wearing things out of the house more than once, so it had been both cost effective and a not-so-subtle reminder to the Ton that Portia Featherington had been the true victim of the situation.
Personally, her Mama’s attitude about the whole thing, especially after she had conspired with Berbrooke, left quite a nasty taste in her mouth any time she thought of it, so she endeavored to think of other things, but was interrupted in the form of Anthony moving to stand in front of her to offer his arm so they could take a turn about the room.
It was a very quick turn indeed, because as soon as they reached the rest of the Bridgertons, Anthony was quick to hand her off with a comment about getting refreshments for everyone and left her standing there with Violet, Eloise, and Daphne. She wasn’t sure where Benedict or Colin had gotten off to as she hadn’t seen them since the ceremony but she was sure they were around somewhere probably hiding with Simon who had no love of large events, and especially not in his own home.
She would need to remember to thank him once again for his and Daphne’s hospitality, but that would have to come later. It seemed that Violet and Daphne had been keeping an ear open for any gossip that was making its way through the crowd. They’d heard plenty of speculation of course, but nothing more than that, which suited them all just fine.
The three of them chatted about random things and other bits of gossip they had heard, and soon Anthony was back with their drinks along with Simon who brought one for Daphne who looked exceptionally tired, which was no surprise to Penelope. The two of them had spent quite a lot of time together over the last week or so and she had noticed that Daphne had a tendency to over exert herself when she was focused on something, and hoped that the Duchess would be able to get some rest once everyone left them home.
Penelope drank her lemonade, forgoing the champagne Anthony offered her, and stood there a little awkwardly. She had no idea what to say now that she and Anthony were husband and wife, and though she could have come up with something eventually, the orchestra had gathered and was about to start the music for the reception.
Anthony, who had also noticed, finished the last of his champagne and set his glass down on a tray filled with other empty glasses and turned to offer his hand to Penelope.
“Would you care for a dance, my Lady?”
Knowing that she really had no choice in the matter, and wanting to leave as soon as possible, she placed her hand in his and let herself be led to the dance floor, which had opened up in the center of the room. Everyone seemed to stop what they were doing to watch the two of them, and when the music started up, Penelope knew it was a waltz almost immediately. She and Anthony had danced plenty of times during their courtship, but never a waltz, and she was half afraid that she would stumble with everyone watching.
Anthony must have seen something on her face that gave away her thoughts and gently pulled her a little closer.
“I would tell you not to worry about everyone watching, but I have a feeling that won’t help at all,” He said, slowly turning them with the music.
“You are correct in your assumptions, though I am sure that a solution will present itself eventually,” She replied, glancing up at him. He had a small smile on his face, one which she’d seen several times throughout the years. It made him look younger than his thirty years.
“Well, Lady Bridgerton, I’m sure we can figure something out. Shall I have Benedict and Eloise start a distraction? Then you and I may be able to slip away unnoticed,” He offered, only half joking.
“If I knew that we would not have to pay for it later, I would say yes,” she said, following his lead and enjoying the fact that he was a very accomplished dancer, much like herself.
“I’m sure we old bribe them with something, though at the moment I can’t think of anything to bribe them with besides art supplies and books for the small library in Eloise’s room,” He replied, gently turning her when the dance required it.
“She might be more willing if you built her an entire library to fill,” Penelope said, earning a small chuckle from Anthony.
They continued to dance, chatting for a little while, not noticing when other couples joined them on the dance floor, twirling each other about. The music eventually changed and the two of them moved together off the dance floor in order to go get more refreshments. Everyone seemed to still want to speak to them, hoping possibly that champagne had loosened either of their tongues. It had not, but that wouldn’t stop the Ton. She would probably be fielding even more questions after they returned from their honeymoon and she was not at all looking forward to it.
They took another turn about the room and shared another dance before it seemed that they would be allowed to leave, and then finally they got their chance.
Lord Fife had managed to trip into Cressida Cowper, making the young woman spill lemonade all down her front -which Penelope thought was a kind of justice from all the times Cressida had done the same to her at balls and soirées. She managed to keep her laughter at bay as she nudged Anthony, who had been staring at Lord Fife who was trying to be helpful in some sort of way but only managed to make the situation worse.
It was just the distraction they needed and they quickly made their way out of the ballroom and into the hallway while everyone was wrapped up in the miniature scandal happening in Simon and Daphne’s home. The hall was much quieter in comparison to the reception they had left behind and Penelope was thankful for it as she hadn’t realized how loud everything had been until the noise was suddenly gone.
She and Anthony turned to each other, and realized that they were alone for the first time since he had proposed to her in the gardens of her home. The quietness of the hallway became seemed with tension, though she did her best to ignore the feeling of her stomach tying itself in knots once more.
Anthony -ever the gentleman- attempted to lighten the mood through continuing their earlier conversation.
“I think I shall have to class that as a successful start to our escape, but we still need to make it to the carriage. I suggest we make haste so we our daring escapades will not be foiled,” Anthony said, leaning down closer to Penelope in a show of them conspiring together.
In the next moment he was looking all around them in an exaggerated manner, causing her to giggle, and then he was tugging lightly on her arm toward the foyer. There were members of the staff working through out the house to prepare for when all of the guests left and the cleanup would start. It felt a little silly, sneaking out of her own wedding, but Anthony was making the effort to cheer her up and she felt the least that she could do was to join in. Together they quickly made their way to the foyer, where their things we hidden in a closet in the hall. The weather had been quite lovely since she had walked through the garden that morning, so neither of them stopped to put on their cloaks as they hurried out the front door and out to the carriage that awaited them.
The carriage itself was on the larger side, being that they would be heading directly to Aubrey Hall and everything they would need to spend a couple of weeks by themselves in the country. She wasn’t sure what she would do to fill her days, though she thought she could certainly see what the library was like. Eloise was always complaining about how limited the library was at Bridgerton house, which Penelope thought was laughable considering her own family library was barely half the size of the one at No. 5. She thought it might have had something to do with her parents not being interested in reading anything that wasn’t a newspaper or a scandal sheet.
There was a driver sitting atop the carriage and several footmen making sure their luggage was secure on the back. They worked mostly silently except to acknowledge her and Anthony. Penelope smiled politely at them as Anthony helped her into the carriage and then himself. They sat across from each other while the carriage gently rocked as the staff finished up their work. Once they were done, Anthony knocked on the top of the carriage to signal that they were ready to leave and the carriage started rolling forward jostling them slightly.
Penelope let herself relax for the most part. The wedding went perfectly, and if it didn’t no one said anything to her. She would miss the calmness of Hastings house, but not as much as she was looking forward to some time spent in the country. Hopefully she and Anthony could continue getting to know each other better, maybe even have a friendship come out of it, but whatever happened, she knew she was safe with the Bridgertons at her back.
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Hi. So this came up in another discussion on Bridgerton. Was it always guaranteed that the wife's family members would be taken care of financially by the husband (eg Kate and Mary in case of Edwina)? I assumed it was a custom but not always a guarantee.
Somebody suggested that Kate did not plan to return to India before Anthony showed interest in her and she was escaping him. But I felt she always planned to return to India to take up a position as a governess because she never believed she would be financially supported by Edwina's in laws. And from I understand about Kate, she wasn't going to wait around for Edwina's family to care for her. She wasn't a freeloader for a lack of a better word. A woman who felt she needed to earn love from her own family was not going to expect financial assistance for herself from her sister's husband.
Is there anything to suggest that Regency men had to support their wife's family or was it dependent on their generosity?
No. It was not guaranteed.
Unless it was written into the marriage settlement (aka prenup) there was no guarantee of the husband even providing for his own wife outside of pin money (her allowance). He had control over everything regarding finances, and while it was customary for the husband to provide his wife with pin money, a large sum and land for her to live off when he died, and parts of the estate/money for their children, it wasn't guaranteed and really depended on the woman he married and lawyers they had.
If a woman had a larger dowry--like say Cressida Cowper or Daphne Bridgerton--then her father/older brother/man of the house would be able to negotiate for the terms above and then some, which Anthony did when Daphne got married and what Lord Featherington probably did for Phillipa when he approached the Finch's.
But if a woman did not have much to offer to the arrangement, such as no dowry or status or lands, then the marriage settlement would look very different. That's probably why Kate was so obsessed with making sure Edwina found the right match. She would not only be the one making sure her sister found love, but would be doing the negotiating of the finances and the marriage settlement and she needed someone who would actually listen to her so that Edwina would be well cared for and looked after, because the Sharmas obviously did not have enough money for a good lawyer or a man of the house to meet with the future husband/father.
(we don't really know what the status is on if Lord and Lady Sheffield had any other children, so this could change if Edwina was their sole heir, but that doesn't seem to be the case)
This is actually why the line of Anthony offering to dower Edwina in the books is so important. Because he is offering the generosity unprompted without a marriage settlement. Whereas most men wouldn't even think about that unless the man of the house he was marrying into brought it up.
This subject actually something that Jane Austen writes about a lot, and she uses it to distinguish her characters from one another. General Tilney in NA is considered dishonorable because he doesn't provide ample funds for Catherine when she is turned out, on the flip side, Captain Wentworth provides for Mrs. Smith after her husband fucks up the books, making him appear honorable and good.
You can even see it in Pride and Prejudice with how Darcy handles the Wickham-Lydia situation. He essentially dowers Lydia when he pays Wickham off, and that is part of why Lizzie is so floored by it. It is the greatest thing he could've done and they weren't even married.
So it is entirely possible that Kate figured she wouldn't be a part of the marriage settlement and Edwina's future husband wouldn't look after her (and we know she wouldn't have included herself in the settlement) so she decided to make a living for herself as a governess instead so she could have some sort of income to offer a man if she ever found one she loved.
That's another thing though that plays into her plans to leave for India. We know from the start that Kate isn't here to find a husband for herself, just for Edwina, and while most of that reason is because of the Sheffield Trust Fund, I also think it's because Kate didn't expect to find a man of wealth that she could love (hah, spoiler alert she does).
Ellie Dashwood touches on this in one of her videos but she essentially says that when a young woman of gentry was treated with the choice of a loveless marriage solely for financial security, or the choice of becoming a governess and refusing someone they did not love or get along with, most would choose the latter.
It's obvious Kate is a romantic, and I think if she were presented with the two choices, it's clear which one she would choose.
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Hi there Liz! It is Sarah here, I was wondering that if I can have a romantic and platonic Anne with an E, Cobra Kai, Bridgerton and Never Have I Ever ships please?
Physical Appearance: I have long brown hair with blonde highlights, ocean blue eyes with bluish-purple glasses, I have a curvy but lean body with strong calves thanks to the years of dancing (cheerleading and ballet), horse-riding, running and jumping, I am 5'1 feet tall, I have pale-tan skin with freckles on my face and also I got random moles and freckles on my arms and legs as well and people say I got a smile that can brighten up any room.
Personality: I am an open-minded, kind-hearted, optimistic and friendly girl with a love of learning things like zodiac signs, MBTI types, crystals and Disney etc. I can be very impatient, stubborn, naive and I am also in the spectrum so I can be blunt and quirky only because I see the world in a different way from other people but I see the good in people no matter what and I am loyal and dependable to my friends and family and when someone hurts my friends and my family I can be fiercely protective all over them.
My type for a perfect person: I just want to be my best friend and partner in crime, I want a gentleman or gentlelady who will be proudly hold my hand and being glad that I am their girlfriend, I want someone to bring me flowers and compliments everyday and being the mother/father of my future kids someday and treat me like a queen all the time.
Sexuality and Pronouns: Bisexual (Both male and female preference) and She/Her
MBTI Type: INFJ-T
Big Three: Sagittarius sun, Cancer moon and Aquarius rising
Moral Alignment: Lawful Good
Enneagram Type: Type 2 (The Helper)
Temperament Personality Type: Sanguine-Choleric (The Influencer)
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Likes: Singing, dancing, acting, writing, reading books, typing, watching Disney movies, Zodiac signs, MBTI types and crystals.
Dislikes: Mean people, vegetables, yelling, someone who hurts the ones I love the most and bullies.
Random Facts: I've been in the school musical productions for 5 years and my childhood nickname was Sarah-Bear.
Thanks for the requests Sarah!
Anne with an E (platonic)
I match you with Anne Shirley-Cuthbert!
I think y’all have so much in common! Your attitudes are very similar. Your shared love of learning is something you both bond over. I think you both are very loyal, and that makes you two very good friends.
Anne with an E (romantic)
I match you with Gilbert Blythe!
Gilbert adores your intellect, and you two have such interesting convos together! I think he most definitely supports all of your hobbies and interests. I think your loyalty to those you love is something Gilbert admires and looks for in a partner.
Bridgerton (platonic)
I match you with Penelope Featherington!
I think that you and Pen are so similar in the way you think! Your love for learning and words in general is something Penelope can relate to so well. I think your loyalty to those you love is something Penelope admires so much, and wishes she was more like that.
Bridgerton (romantic)
I match you with Colin Bridgerton!
I think he adores your intellect! While books and reading aren’t really his thing, he would want to hear you talk about what you love! You said your ideal partner would be your best friend, and I think Colin fits the bill. He has no shame for anything involving him, and that includes you!
Cobra Kai (platonic)
I match you with Miguel Diaz!
I think you two have so much in common it’s crazy! Your loyalty to the people you love makes you two very compatible as friends! You two give off sibling vibes, I’ll be honest. Also, I feel like Miggy would be such a Disney nerd secretly!
Cobra Kai (romantic)
I match you with Tory Nichols!
You two have a lot in common, but it’s in your differences that I see chemistry. Her fierceness paired with your sweetness gives such power couple vibes, I think. You mentioned you like to act? I think she supports it 100%. She would be at every play, if you perform.
Never Have I Ever (platonic
I match you with Aneesa Qureshi!
I think you two have a lot in common, starting with your dislike of mean people. You two shoot bullies down together all the time! (Verbally, of course). You also said that yo enjoy singing, and Aneesa is so a karaoke person, I know it.
Never Have I Ever (romantic)
I match you with Fabiola Torres!
I think you two would be sooo cute! I keep thinking about how you want to settle down with kids someday, and I think Fab is perfect for that! She adores that you are dependable, and feels very safe with you. Once you tell her about your childhood name, she doesn’t call you your actual name anymore.
Thanks for the asks! Your an awesome human being!
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Wait, so Marc knows who Crawley is? Not knows Steven talks to him but knows his actual name? We've seen nothing to indicate that Steven knows his name, right? Did Marc even see him in the hospital scene or just hear his voice?
So is it that a Marc saved his life as Moon Knight or Crawley knew him before and agreed to keep a look out for Steven? What's the backstory there I wonder.
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#4
Wait...........
If season 3 is about Colin and Penelope then will the Whistledown revelation and retirement happen?
Because if it does, then how in season 4 will Benedict learn that Sophie has been taken to jail?
Best option is that Posy just shows up and tells them. But that does ruin one of my favorite scenes in the books. With Eloise and Francesca asking to go to jail with them.
But with the timelines change, then Francesca should be getting married this season.
The real question is will they keep us waiting for Sophie til season 4 or have them meet this season and show Benedict's ridiculous search for her at various outtings?
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Also, completely different theory about the postcards, they're from Frenchie. Marc asked him to travel and fake the postcards.
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I would love it if next season Anthony and/or Benedict hear from one of those gentlemen Colin was talking to exactly what he said about Penelope. Which leads to his older brothers confronting him about making such a statement in front of members of the ton and shaming him for it. And making Colin realize what impact such words might have on Penelope's reputation and chances at a future.
Meanwhile Penelope has been making excuses and avoiding Colin. With her and Eloise being on the outs, he barely spoken to or seen her this season. So he tries writing to her instead, since they corresponded so well during his travels.
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If Marina has to die to free up Philip for Eloise then I want her death to be a plot point.
Have her be ill and Penelope decides to go care for her out of guilt and to get away from the Bridgertons.
Have them be friends and forgive each other for their past misdeeds.
Have her be writing to Eloise and trying to mend Penelope's relationship as she too has been a victim of Lady W.
Let Marina tell Philip that he has to remarry for the children's sake but also because she wants him to find love like the kind she shared with his brother.
Give her a death that makes us weep for her loss while not just paving the way for someone else's plot.
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♪ 🥰🥰
It Comes Back to You - Imagine Dragons
It comes back to you, it comes back to you
All the things that you had lost will find their way in you
Thanks for asking, Alexxa!! :)
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Atlantis, Oceanus, Demeter :)
Atlantis: What is one thing most people don’t know about you?
Maybe that I speak 4 languages.
Oceanus: Are you introverted/extroverted/ambiverted?
I would consider myself introverted, but I do really open up to people when I am super close with them.
Demeter: Are you an indoor or outdoor person?
Indoors definitely.
Thanks so much for asking!!
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bridgerton for the ask game :)
Ooh thanks for asking! Here it goes:
favorite male character: Anthony Bridgerton.
favorite female character: Kate Sharma.
least favorite character: The Featherington sisters (except Penelope, she's a sweetheart).
prettiest character: Eloise Bridgerton.
funniest character: I think Benedict Bridgerton (oooh and when he's high, he gets funnier).
favorite season: The second season.
favorite episode: Ooh I have a lot, but one of them is episode 5 of the second season because that "You are the bane of my existence" speech is chef's kiss 👌🏼👌🏼 And then the Sheffield's dinner and Anthony defending the Sharma's is also pretty great!
favorite romantic ship: Anthony and Kate for the win ♥️.
favorite family ship: I think Eloise and Benedict have great sibling chemistry.
favorite friend ship: I love the relationship between Violet and Lady Danbury and also Penelope and Eloise's friendship.
worst ship: Colin and Marina, ugh no!
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This was so much fun and since our types are the same I'm sure our charts are too. Anyway, by using this data base and this chart maker, I got these charts!!
Honestly, I would have liked to get along better with Hotch but 🤷🏽♀️ Apparently my chemistry is better with Garcia (for which I am not complaining since Garcia is lovely)
And for the other team members, I did not expect to get along so well with Walker and definitely expected a better relationship with Luke, because I love him ♥️
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Brilliant Plan [Anthony Bridgerton x Reader]
Title: Brilliant plan
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Female!Reader
Word count: 3.3k
Published: 10 February, 2021
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Notes: My first ever Bridgerton fic, please don’t be too hard on me :)
Summary: Even as a new debutante you have your eyes on the eldest Bridgerton, Anthony and it seems he is just as interested in you. That is until he halts your relationship in the courting period, leaving you confused.
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You stood in front of the enormous, wooden doors leading you to the unknown. As one of the new debutantes of the season, you felt slightly pressured and nervous. It’s been an endless waiting game, or so it felt like one, but now that you stood in front of the entrance of your future, every little problem you ever had felt mediocre.
Taking a couple of deep breaths seemed to calm your nerves, but as soon as your mother placed her hand on your shoulder, all your worries came back at once. The event has been one that you have been waiting for eagerly, you were happy to be a part of such an elite society, but no one prepared you for the mental battle you were going to be having deep inside you.
“Shall we wait and take a seat, dear?” your mother interrupted your chaotic thoughts, gesturing towards a golden bench outside of the ballroom. A voice within you screamed for those additional seconds away from your grand entrance, but instead you shook your head.
“No, mama, let’s head inside,” a small, phoney smile spread across your face. Your mother nodded in agreement and gently nudged your back as if wanting to help you to take the first step.
As the gigantic doors opened, your gaze fell on the sea of people dancing in the middle of the room, each wearing their finest attires of the most expensive materials with the shiniest jewelleries. You felt slightly out of place even though you were just as stunning as anyone in the room.
First step, second step, it took a couple of them to finally make yourself present and when you finally felt more comfortable walking into the room, you felt as if hundreds of eyes watched every step of yours, making you feel self-conscious once again. It was scary to feel all those eager eyes on you, but after an inner monologue, you finally lifted your head high, straightened your back and forced a small smile across your face.
As you looked around you recognised quite a few people, for instance the Bridgerton sisters, Daphne and Eloise who were although younger than you, had found a dear friend in you, someone they could turn to if needed. Gazing around the room you found the Featherington sisters who you only knew through the annual dinners your family organised.
You were older than the usual debutantes as your mother wanted you to be highly educated before marrying you off. Although you couldn’t wait to be a part of these high society gatherings, you understood that your mother didn’t want you to marry just anyone.
Finally, the curious gazes felt less intimidating and as Daphne walked up to you, you greeted each other with a smile. “I thought you’d never join us,” she joked with you, but you just shook your head with the least lady-like laughter.
“I couldn’t have deprived you from my company. I’m delightful,” you chuckled at your own joke. Your mother placed her hand on your shoulder excusing herself as she headed off to the opposite direction.
“Are you excited?” Daphne asked with an innocent, but enthusiastic smile painted across her face.
“I have been waiting for it for quite a while. Of course, I’m excited,” you replied giggling.
“Shall we find you a husband then?” she chuckled joyfully. You cleared your throat, feeling slightly awkward, but Daphne wasn’t silly nor was she naïve. She immediately understood that her question made you feel slightly uncomfortable. “Do you not want to?”
“Daph, I really wanted to be a part of these gorgeous balls and chatting away with people throughout the evening, however I can’t picture myself getting married just yet,” you offered her a pleading look, hoping she would understand you.
Of course, it was a dream of yours to finally start attending these balls, but there was a reason or two for your hesitancy. You didn’t feel ready to marry anyone, especially not if you didn’t love your significant other, on the other hand, you already had your eyes on someone. Someone who was closer to Daphne than she could ever imagine.
“Sister, I have been looking for you,” his voice made you shiver, tiny goosebumps revealing themselves on the surface of your skin. His slightly messy brown hair and curious brown eyes wandered up and down on you, studying every inch of your body shamelessly as he joined beside Daphne, making you feel flustered under his intense gaze. “I don’t think we have met before,” he spoke to you finally, for the first time ever, reaching for your hand to leave a soft kiss on your silky gloves as you formally introduce yourself. “What a beautiful name,” he smiled confidently, a trait that seemed to radiate through his whole presence, almost knocking you over.
“Interestingly we have met before,” you added, trying to avert the subject, before you felt overwhelmed by a simple compliment to your name, which your parents decided on and basically had nothing to do with you. “But then you always seem busy when I visit,” the confusion across his face was evident, trying to organise the little pieces of the puzzle he seemed to be missing.
“My apologise, I don’t seem to remember and I’m sure I would have remembered such a pretty sight” he shook his head with a smile that sent your heart into overdrive. His words made you feel 20 pounds lighter, but instead of letting the compliment get to you, offering him a small smile, you continued the conversation confidently.
“Don’t you worry about it.I usually only catch a glimpse of you as I pass through the hall,” you lied. In reality you caught yourself not once staring at the man as he worked in his office and your steps halted just in the right spot to take a moment to admire his handsome features.
“I’m certainly glad to have officially met you,” he replied with a proud smirk across his face, leaving you gazing at him for a moment longer than it was deemed appropriate. The moment was quickly interrupted by Daphne who seemed to feel slightly out of place, but before she could have said anything, Benedict joined your circle, quickly dragging Anthony away who endlessly apologised, before following his brother.
“Hmm,” you heard Daphne, slightly lost in her thoughts. “And so, she said no to marriage,” she stated with a wicked smile.
“Whatever do you mean?” you asked furrowing in confusion.
“I might be younger, but I’m not an idiot. I saw the way you looked at my dear brother,” she watched you eagerly with a sceptical gaze.
“I don’t understand what you mean,” you replied casually, trying to disguise your embarrassment, which only confirmed Daphne’s suspicion.
“If that makes you feel better, I would gladly be your sister-in-law,” she chuckled loudly at the astonished expression on your face.
“Daphne!” you tried to scold her, but deep down you were imagining a future with the eldest Bridgerton, shamelessly planning each and every single detail of your shared life.
Throughout the evening you have caught Anthony’s eyes on you not once, shamelessly watching you as you danced with the most eligible men of the evening. You wished he was to ask you to dance with him, but he never attempted. He forgot his eyes on you at all times, making you feel as if you were a unique jewellery, one that everyone admired, but when it came to actions, he has taken none.
You walked out to the terrace with a glass of champagne in hand, watching the dark blue, night sky covered in a sea of stars. It was a beautiful evening, although slightly colder than you initially expected. Gently rubbing your skin, you tried to get rid of the small goosebumps that started spreading all over your body. You knew it would have been smarter to go back inside, but it was a slightly suffocating feeling, smiling at everyone, dancing with every other person. Whilst you enjoyed it, it was certainly exhausting.
Feeling two cold hands on each side of your arms, you jumped in the least lady-like manner, before they were replaced by a warm material. “You scared me,” you breathed, holding your hand in front of your chest, before you pulled the two sides of Anthony’s tuxedo coat together, enjoying the warmness engulfing you. “Thank you, you shouldn’t have-,” however before you could have finished your sentence, he interrupted you.
“I still don’t understand how I didn’t see you,” he spoke as he leaned against the terrace fence, gazing up at the sky. The confusion across his face earned a small smile from you as you placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Sometimes you don’t see what’s right in front of you,” you replied as he turned around, watching your hand rest on his shoulder, before you quickly removed it, hoping he didn’t think you meant to be disrespectful. However, the playful grin playing in the corner of his lips reassured you, making you smile just as well.
From that night there wasn’t a day you didn’t meet in his house or he didn’t come over to yours with an excuse, even though he needed none, your mother was delighted to see the Viscount in her house. Although he didn’t make it official that he was courting you, it was a known fact. He had his eyes on you and he made sure everyone knew of his unspoken intentions.
But Anthony was also a man of freedom. He had to take over the Bridgerton household, he had no place to object, but the freedom he practiced in his personal life was a necessity. You thought your relationship was going in the right direction as he courted you and you accepted his advances. However, after months he seemed as if he still had no intention of proposing to you, whilst he still kept other men as far away as he could from you.
You were tired of waiting. You didn’t want to marry just yet, but you have been waiting for his proposal for the longest of time and his indecisive manners made you doubt his intentions. Of course, you voiced your concerns to Daphne, who concocted a brilliant plan to make his brother jealous. Or so you thought it was brilliant.
As the next ball came and you walked inside the room with an innocent smile, dressed as beautifully as never before, many men gazed at your beauty, lips parting in astonishment. Surely, you enjoyed the attention, especially the one whose eyes seemed to burn holes into your body. But you didn’t look at him. You decided that if he couldn’t take your relationship a step further, then you would pay no attention to him.
“Miss, would you like to dance?” you heard from behind you as Benedict appeared in your vision with a mischievous smile. Although you were aware of Daphne’s plan, she was very secretive about the details.
“Daphne, isn’t it?” you asked, chuckling.
“Let’s just say I had no objection as soon as I heard that there was a way to irritate my brother,” he smirked proudly.
“Is this some twisted way to show your love towards your brother?” you asked, giggling as you felt Anthony’s eager eyes on you.
“I just enjoy seeing him sulking,” he shrugged carelessly.
“I take no responsibilities for any consequences,” you pointed your index finger at him with a mocking seriousness.
“Don’t you worry, miss,” he chuckled as he took your hand in his and led you to the dance floor. Eager eyes watched the pair of you, amazed by the bravery Benedict showed, even though everyone was aware of Anthony’s interest in you.
“If eyes could kill, I would drop dead at this moment,” he laughed, taking a peek at his brother as he led you around the circle, the quartet playing a rather slow song.
“I certainly feel daggers piercing through my back,” you snickered at the absurd situation.
“My brother means well, he is just an idiot,” he added.
“I wish I could object. I mean against the idiocy, of course,” you replied casually earning a heartfelt laughter from Benedict.
“Surely, he will open his eyes now,” he tried to reassure you which earned a sceptical look from you.
“I thought we had just established that he was an idiot,” you raised a questioning brow.
“I certainly think they are mutually inclusive,” he scoffed, earning an eye roll from you.
As the song stopped, Anthony walked up to you with a stern look and serious expression painted across his face, holding his hand out to you. You raised a questioning brow, before you placed your hand in his, letting him take you into the sea of people.
“What was that all about?” he asked as he pulled your body flash against him, his chest pressing against yours. Your breath hitched at the sudden closeness, his proximity clouding your mind. You could feel your body move to the rhythm of the music, but it didn’t register in your head.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you breathed, completely engulfed in his scent.
“Why were you dancing with my brother?” he asked in a stern voice, pulling you out of the mist covering your mind. You certainly didn’t like his tone, nor did you like the way he looked at you.
“Why wouldn’t I? You never ask me to dance with you nor am I engaged to you. I can dance whomever I would like to,” you replied with a straight face, hiding all your emotions.
“You know how important you are to me. Don’t play such games with my brother,” he hissed in frustration.
“Would you like me to play it with someone else?” you asked, feeling as if you were playing with fire, waiting for the moment he’d had enough.
“You very well know that’s not what I meant. You know of my feelings for you,” he groaned in anger, feeling useless, unable to find how to solve this problem.
“Do I? Have you ever expressed them clearly? As far as I know, we are just a man and woman in a close friendship,” you shrugged as the song finished and tried to pull away from him. However, he didn’t let you.
“There is no friendship between women and men,” he replied, clearly dissatisfied with your answer.
“We are acquaintances then,” you scoffed as you removed his hand from your waist and turned around, walking away from him. It felt as if your lungs were about to explode, as if you couldn’t breathe. The fact that he dared to say he had feelings for you when he clearly chose his freedom over you made you feel more upset than you wished to be.
“Where are you going?” you heard his voice as you headed towards the exit, trying to get some air into your lungs. “Where the hell are you going?” he tried again, his tone more frustrated this time.
“None of your business, Bridgerton,” you hissed in anger.
“B-Bridgerton?” he questioned, slightly stuttering, clearly astonished by your choice of name.
“That’s your name,” you replied with a groan as you headed down the stairs, grasping the side of your dress as the chilly weather hit your warm skin unexpectedly.
“Just stop for a second and let’s talk,” he attempted to catch your wrist, but you pulled it away just in time.
“I don’t want to talk to you, Bridgerton. You are the last person I want to see,” you scoffed.
“Surely, that’s not true,” he argued.
“You had months to talk to me, don’t come looking for me now,” you replied, but before you could have comprehended what was happening, Anthony got hold of your wrist and dragged you behind the building, away from the praying eyes, closing your escape route with his palms against the wall on each side of yours.
None of you spoke up, both of you studied one another as if waiting for what the other would say. You had the time to admire his handsome features, his messy hair that resembled more of a bird's nest as the wind blew it in all kinds of directions in his hurried steps.
“Why did you do this?” he asked, his tone finally calm and collected.
“I wanted to see your reaction,” you confessed, not even feeling guilty.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he frowned at your words.
“I thought there was something between you and me. I thought it was more than a friendship. I honestly believed you felt more. But you never attempted to talk about the future, you never wanted to discuss marriage, you never even mentioned wanting a family. I was certain that you would never look at me as a lady. I would always just be a friend,” you scoffed with a small, pained smile in the corner of your lips.
“What are you talking about?” his confusion sat clearly across his face. “I always tell you how madly I miss you when I can’t be around you. I keep saying how I wish to be near you more often. I couldn’t be clearer about my intentions,”
“You see, it’s still not clear to me. What are your intentions exactly?” you asked, cruelly ignoring his previous words.
“Surely, you understand,” he scoffed in disbelief.
“No, I don’t,” you replied, shaking your head.
“I- I just,” the stuttering mess he has become gave you the answer to your questions.
“You see, Bridgerton, you can’t even get yourself to say it,” you heaved a deep sigh and pushed his arm away from the brick wall, heading back towards the entrance. However, before you could have taken another step, he caught your wrist and pulled you back against the wall, his body pressing against you, the cold bricks making you shiver. You could feel his breath on your lips, one of his hands on your waist. You have heard so much about that first kiss and even though you knew it was wrong, that it shouldn’t happen, you waited in utter anticipation.
Anthony tried to control himself, knowing how important you were to him, but the proximity between you clouded his mind as he abruptly closed the gap between you, attaching his lips to yours, hungrily exploring the new territory.
It was wrong, so wrong, but the moment was bittersweet. The kiss was sweet and passionate, one you couldn’t even imagine in your wildest of dreams and you couldn’t even care about the consequences if anyone saw you.
The shock across his face as pulled away from you scared you for a mere second. “I sincerely apologise, I have no idea what came over me,” he tried to take a step back, but you got hold of his arm.
“Why did you kiss me?” you asked, still under the influence of his actions.
“Because I love you. Because I wish to marry you. I want you to be my wife,” he breathed in a sudden confidence. You gently slapped your hands against your lips, his words surprising you, making you feel as if it was a dream.
A small smile spread across your face. “You do?” you asked, uncertainty lacing your voice.
“I would like nothing more,” he rushed to add.
“Is that a proposal?” you asked, chuckling, but what came next was something you didn’t expect.
He dropped down on one knee, pulling a tiny, blue box out of his pocket, opening the lid as he looked up at you, admiring your astonished expression. “Would you do me the honour of marrying me?” he asked, his eyes full of hope.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you shouted excitedly, jumping in his neck, engulfing him in a hug, his broad shoulders barely fitting your embrace.
“Thank you,” he chuckled happily as he placed the ring on your finger, not expecting the quick peck you placed on his lips in the process. He stood up, wrapping his arms around your waist, before he lifted you up from the ground and spun you around with a happy laughter.
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AU where Penelope is an unapologetic fortune hunter.
Like, say she and the rest of her family learn about Lord Featheringtons debts before the beginning of her first season. Her mother has startered to sell some things off discretly to attempt to at least start paying off the debt. It sends her into a realization that if she plans to survive she's gonna need money. Her future husband is gonna need money.
So she starts investigating the potential bachelors and what their yearly salary is. Any rumors or gossip that any of the bachelors are looking for marriages of convience. Any suitor with debts is strictly crossed off her list.
This list is also how Whistledown got started. Her father's solicter had read it over and, with a laugh, said she should consider publishing. Penelope didn't go for it at first, until the solicter said she could make some good money off it. That got Penelope's attention. She could make some money? Off her writings about gossip? Well, it is nice to have a backup plan. Her father already proved to her that he's unreliable, and God only knows if he gambled away her dowery. She is also already gathering gossip for her investigations for suitors. Would be wasteful if she didn't do something with the other gossip she collects.
So she published Lady Whistledown, and the success from it makes a very nice cushion should she need it. Her work as Whistledown and the network she's building from it also really help in her investigations.
Now, don't get Penelope wrong she's very upfront that she's looking for a man with money. That she'll marry for convince. Her ideal future husband should have the salary of a Viscount or an Earl. She can make do with a Baron's salary as that is what she grew up with, but she would like some extra room in the budget just in case.
Penelope will also not lie to herself and say that her feelings for Colin disappeared. But this is about her survival, she knows he won't marry her so she needs to put that childish fantasy to rest.
Portia has also began using Penelope's new habit of investigating suitors to the advantage of the family. Like when Mr. Finch came to call on Philippa. Portia waver Penelope over and asked her to find out what she can about him.
The Bridgertons think Penelope is insane for her fortune hunting. Does she not want a love match? Money is all good and well, but what about your emotional needs, darling? Penelope can not say that her father's debts leave her no choice. Her mama gave strict orders that their debts stay in the house. Violet and Anthony have their suspicions, though. Fortune hunters often have a reason.
Colin is very worried for his friend. They have had talks before of finding their purpose. Surley this isn't what Penelope meant of finding her purpose beyond her mother and family. There has to be something more going on with her.
Upon going over his finances, and investments (something Anthony forced on him and Benedict and will force on Gregory in the future. Their sisters spared that they have the knowledge of it but arent forced to do it) Colin discovered something.
The Bridgertons had always been more well off due to Anthony's diligence over business deals and investments. Their family had a salary higher that a normal Viscount family. Anthony's salary was probably closer to Simon's than other viscounts. Colin's personal salary and fortune? It was on par with the average Earl's.
Colin's yearly salary fell into the range Penelope was looking for. He technically was a possible marriage candidate for her. Didn't his mother always say you should marry your dearest friend?
#bridgerton#fortune hunting au#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#polin#had to edit because tumblr deleted the last part#colin's hero complext has made its appearance
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turn around, bright eyes
"She misses her son with everything in her, but she hopes that he still thinks the woman he chose over his family worth the loss of them. Marriage cannot be undone and she would rather continue suffering his absence and his silence than know him to be suffering unalterable unhappiness with an unworthy wife."
Post-S2 AU. Violet Bridgerton sees some new and familiar faces at the house across the way.
Or, a small glimpse into a universe where the Bridgertons don't react so well when they learn the truth about Lady Whistledown.
Read on AO3.
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Some context: This is a flash-forward AU, mixing show and book ‘verse.
The idea arose from thinking about how the Featherington subplot ties into the larger Bridgerton universe - basically, I find it amusing when people think it's completely unrelated because I'm fairly confident that it was meant to set up the possibility of Penelope and Colin taking over the Featherington estate when their hypothetical future son inherits. That then got me thinking about the season 1, episode 1 moment of the Bridgertons and Featheringtons, neighbors and rivals (and friends, as exemplified by Peneloise), streaming out of their respective houses to go to the court presentation and what a future bookend scene to that might look like once the families are connected by marriage and shared grandchildren.
But because my imagination is sometimes angsty, what came out as fic is different than you might expect. In my head, this is part of a larger AU, but I have too many other half-written things to hold on to this little scene.
#polin#bridgerton#polin fic#bridgerton fic#lady whistledown#violet bridgerton#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#agatha bridgerton#alternate universe - canon divergence#post s2#family angst#featherington plot#my fic#turn around bright eyes
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How torturously delicious would it be if the show had Colin write to Penelope about how he’d been wondering how she was since she has not replied to his previous letters and he segues into how Lord Fife asked if he & Penelope were courting at the Featherington ball which he’d dismissed immediately because they were just friends who’ve known each other forever but he’s had a lot of time to think while traveling and the truth is that he thinks Penelope would make an exceptionally good wife. Colin admits he’s been thinking that maybe they might spend some time together to see if they suit. That he had begun making arrangements to come back to London, to her. In the letter he calls her his Penelope and says she’s good, loyal, encouraging and so special to him. That she was his dearest friend and he couldn’t imagine ever finding a better woman to spend his life with.
And just as we see Colin arriving home to Bridgerton House, looking across the square and thinking of his future happiness with Penelope, we flashback to Penelope receiving the amazing letter he’d written her which we know would have thrilled her, but she immediately burned the letter without reading it and focused on practicing her speech to Colin to make clear that she wants nothing to do with him because she needs to find a husband this season.
Colin will find out she burned the letter and never knew his intentions and just as he’s about to pour his heart out to her, she has attracted some suitors and Colin finds himself in competition for Penelope’s affection.
#bridgerton#polin#quotergirl random thoughts#bridgerton season 3 expectations#bridgerton season 3 speculation#Penelope Featherington#Colin Bridgerton#Penelope x Colin#Colin x Penelope#she fell first he fell harder#friends to lovers
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I'm relistening to Romancing Mister Bridgerton and I'm just going over everything going on (I just stopped in the scene where Cressida pays Penelope a visit, so I'm not ABSOLUTAMENTE SURE), and I'm just
Like
Did Penelope just
Really did she just BRUSH OFF the whole "And I'm certainly not going to marry Penelope Featherington" declaration?
Because I'm all for my lead characters getting all they wanted, and Penelope is like, a fucking role model right there, building a whole ass business and supporting her family with it, but did she really just. Accept that Colin chose to marry her out of nowhere (seemingly)????????
I'm honestly SERIOUSLY HOPING there's more suffering in Colin's future in the show for that.
Specially because. Okay, in the books, he claimed so in front of his brothers. It's could have been worst, certainly, but he still did it in the open where anyone could here, as Penelope did. But he still did it like, right out front his mother's house, with pretty much the closet circle possible. And I get the same feeling that drove him to do it in the books was still true in the show.
He tended to show some favoritism towards Penelope, she being close to his family, but he does admit to being aware of her feelings, and while not completely indiferent, because he certainly didn't want to cause her any heartache, he was plainly just not interested (or so he thought, silly boy)
And while teased by other (his brothers in the books, some dudes I'm assuming being of the same social circle in the show) he's just displaying himself as the insecure boy he still is: being contrary and unknowingly cruel to avoid looking vulnerable (because in the show their certainly more friends than they are in the books by that point)
But
The point still stands
In the books he did say what he said in front of his brothers, in the relative privacy of his mother's house's front. In the show he just. Declared her un-courtable in front of other members of society, that all very well seem rather displeasing, they are still members of his own circle, and thus, Penelope's.
It's certainly a much bigger transgressions as it happened in the show as it did in the books. He proclaimed so openly, in a ball where anyone could hear him (in a ball thrown BY HER OWN FAMILY, nonetheless)
So yes. All in all, I do admit I want him to suffer for Pen. I do want to see Colin work to get on Pen's good favor again. I want him stupidly in love with her, as it's on cannon, but I also want him to see, that you did right there? I understand it was some sort of self defense mechanism, but it was also cruel and uncalled for. And you hurt her, someone who has done a lot of things just for your own happiness. Someone who you're going to love and adore with all the strength of your heart, the moment you realize just what's in front of you, that you've been missing all along. I just don't want all of Pen's hurt to be so easily brushed off and not being acknowledge the way it affected her for YEARS just because Colin decided to stop being stupid from one moment to the other
#i'm drunk#I think these were two different posts I wanted to make but I somehow linked them?#it's how I feel tho#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#polin#bridgerton series#I haven't had my period in over two months and I just want to cry over everything#hormones are weird#angsty polin would make me cry#a suffering colin#angsty but with a happy ending tho#i just can't do tragedy
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