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Baby Alexander being the definition of an angry chihuahua to anyone but his mother is such a visual😂😂 Like I feel like he’d get a couple comparisons to Eloise before Violet pointed out that Benedict was just as possessive towards her when he was a baby.
It takes a while but gradually baby Alex becomes more accepting of not just his father but also other family members holding him and taking care of him, though of course the Bridgerton family are greatly amused by the baby's stubborn love for being doted on by his mother and his mother alone.
"Wow, I think he's even fussier than Eloise was as a baby." Daphne remarked after Alex spent the entirety of being held by Colin crying incessantly until he was returned to Sophie and instantly chilled out.
"Hey! How would you even remember?" Eloise shot back.
"In defence of your sister, she did suffer from colic." Violet pointed out as she gently stroked Alex's head.
"Yeah but she only ever wanted dad, much like Alex does with Soph." Anthony acknowledged.
"Your father had the magic touch." Violet smiled fondly. "He always had such a way with you all as babies... well except for Benedict, that is."
"Really?" Gregory asked from the children's chair he had wedged himself on to sit at an equally small table helping his little nephews assembling their Lego blocks.
"Oh your poor father couldn't get a look in edgeways when Ben was a baby. Nobody else would do but me."
"Ohhhhhhh. So Alex is basically Ben 2.0." Kate realised aloud.
Everyone in the room then turned to Benedict, his siblings all shooting derisive smirks his way.
"So it seems you have no one else to blame for Alex being a mama's boy but yourself." Anthony elbowed him.
"He's Dad's revenge." Colin added.
"He is, he really is." Violet giggled as she continued gazing down lovingly at her newest grandchild.
Benedict had opened his mouth to argue back against his siblings but following his mum's agreement on the matter, he exhaled in defeat and fully accepted that Alex was simply following in his footsteps - and internally apologised to his late father for putting him through the exact same father-son experience he was now having to endure himself.
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To See My Son Become A Father
A/N: For the Benophie Week 2023 prompt “baby.” Set in 1857 and features mentions of difficulties with pregnancy/infertility but not more than in When He Was Wicked
Benedict Bridgerton woke with a start, blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted to darkness. Whatever candles had been lit had clearly gone out, but Benedict wasn’t sure how long ago they had. Nevertheless, he stood up and stretched, his muscles and bones protesting the movements. Nothing made him feel all of his 70 years quite as much as sleeping on anything that wasn’t a bed. Except maybe a bumpy carriage ride. Squinting, he could just make out the time on the clock. 2:05 am.
“Mama? Father?” Flickering candlelight illuminated the face of Benedict’s second son’s face.
“Is everything alright, Alexander?” Benedict asked.
“Oh, everything’s absolutely perfect, Father,” Alexander replied, a wide grin gracing the boy’s face. Although Alexander wasn’t much of a boy these days. After all, his son was 36.
“Did everything go well with Emma?” Sophie’s sleepy voice asked, cutting through the darkness.
“Yes. Emma’s fine. It was a bit much, though, and she’s exhausted. But there’s been no bleeding like there was with Aunt Lucy after El and Frannie were born.”
“And the baby?”
“They’re fine. Great. It was a bit early, but only by a week or so. But they’re fine. Absolutely perfect. Do you want to meet them?”
“Of course!”
Sophie popped up, squeezed Benedict’s hand and pulled him to follow Alexander upstairs. Benedict moved on autopilot, with everything moving in slow motion as Alexander’s words sunk in.
“Wait, wait. They? Alexander?” he asked, once they stopped moving.
“Yeah. They, Father. Emma had twins,” Alexander replied, his voice sounding happily dazed.
“Twins?” Sophie echoed and Alexander nodded.
“Now, wait here. I’ll bring them out.”
Alexander disappeared for a moment and Benedict caught Sophie’s eye, mouthing the word “twins.” A sigh of relief escaped him though. He knew that Alexander and Emma had spent nearly ten years trying for a baby and now, they had two. They could rest easy and perhaps, the dowager Duchess of Ashbourne (now nearing 90!) could relax. There were many moments where Benedict would swear that Lady Ashbourne was much more intimidating than Lady Danbury ever was.
“Father, Mama, I’d like you to meet Vincent Charles Bridgerton,” Alexander said, emerging from the darkened room with a baby in his arms. He passed baby Vincent to Benedict, who held the boy (his grandson!) close.
“Hello, Vincent. I’m your grandpapa,” Benedict whispered.
“Oh, he’s gorgeous, Alexander. He has your nose,” Sophie said, tracing a finger down Vincent’s little cheek.
“And your ears,” Benedict added, muffling a laugh as he thought about his late father’s joke that he had his late mother’s ears.
“And you said his middle name was Charles?” Sophie asked.
“Yes. We couldn’t agree on a middle name and well, we both have a brother named Charles. Emma had a close relationship with her brother, Charles, and I’ve always liked Charlie,” Alexander answered.
“Oh, Alexander, that’s so sweet.” Sophie squeezed her son’s hand tightly. Alexander blushed and ducked his head bashfully.
“Well, I’ll go get his brother. You can keep holding Vincent, though, Father.”
Benedict looked down and stared at the baby in his arms again. The last baby he had held, the previous week, had been William’s youngest and only son, Oscar. Like Oscar, Vincent looked like a Bridgerton. Benedict would swear up and down that the light hair on the baby’s head was the Bridgerton chestnut.
“Mama, Father. I’d like you to meet Vincent’s twin brother, Beckett Nicholas Bridgerton,” Alexander called, emerging from the room again.
This time, he placed the baby into Sophie’s arms, who was staring, bewildered, at Alexander.
“Beckett?” she whispered.
“Yeah. Emma and I weren’t expecting twins and well, we only had the one boy’s name picked out. And after seeing him, I suggested Beckett. After you. With Nicholas being for Papa and myself.”
If he hadn’t been holding his newborn grandson, Benedict would have crossed the room and wrapped Sophie up in his arms because she had started to cry. She’d done the same thing when they had learned that Charles and his wife, Nell, had named their eldest daughter, Sophia, eight years earlier. And when she discovered that Gregory and Lucy’s second daughter was named Hermione Sophia, twenty-six years earlier.
#benophie week 2023#benophie#benedict x sophie#alexander bridgerton#alexander bridgerton x emma rutledge#emander#my writing#bridgerton next gen oc#i stand by the headcanon that lucy & sophie have a strong close relationship and that gregory&lucy’s kids have middle names after in-laws#might not be fully benophie but it’s still soft grandparent!them#and well i’m not fully into a writing mode right now#i did make a timeline for benophie’s 15 grandchildren… vincent & beckett are 13 & 14
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William, Alex and Charles Bridgerton captured by their mother in a rare moment they weren’t fighting.
#bridgerton#William bridgerton#Alexander bridgerton#Charles bridgerton#bridgerton next gen#Benophie next gen#benophie#sophie beckett
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Curtain Story: The super serious, dark, dramatic and heroic rivalry of Miles Bridgerton and Charles Bridgerton
by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies
Chapter 5 - 5.6 / 4.11 & Edmund
Ratings: General
Word count: 2,993
Chapter summary: Our heroes consult their Minister of Defense and form a tentative ally with the Opposition regarding a possible assassination plot.
The purpose of having an older brother, Miles decides, is to be given a loyal and free lackey for your entire life.
Miles is especially lucky that his brother is Edmund. He is seven years old and is twice as big as other kids his age. Miles believes Edmund must be at least 10 metres tall. He can reach all the highest shelves. He gives Miles piggyback when their Dad is not available to. Any kid who dares bully him, and by extension, Charlie (who is not his best friend), retreats immediately when they see Edmund coming. It is the best.
The greatness of Edmund’s stature, however, is not appreciated by everybody. To be more specific, Auggie, their eldest cousin, is so very jealous. He finds it deeply unfair, as despite being two years older than Edmund, Auggie is one head shorter than him.
“I am going to catch up with you,” he argues. “Our dads are the same height so we’ll be at the same height too. My Mum said we just grow at different speeds. I am what they call a “rate broomer.”
“Yes but Aunt Daff is shorter than our Amma.” Miles chimes in. “And children are supposed to grow as tall as Moms put on top of Dads.”
“That’s not how that works.” Auggie glares at him.
“Yes it is.” He sticks his tongue out at Auggie. “You will never be as tall as my Edmund.” Smart boy that he is, Miles quickly retreats behind his brother’s back while dropping this devastating “fact”, before Auggie can have the chance to jump on him.
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Despite Miles’ very obvious dislike of Charlie Bridgerton, he is fascinated by Charlie’s younger brother, The Baby, Alex.
Known to their Mother as Seong-Gi, Alex is at the exciting age when babies start speaking. Sophie and Benedict, on occasions, find Miles and Charlie completely abandoning their toys and hanging around Alex for hours to teach him their favourite words, giggling at The Baby’s babbling. Miles can barely wait until the moment his sister reaches such a milestone herself, so he can play the role of teacher all over again.
“Charlie.” Charlie points at himself. “That my name. Chaar. Leee.”
“Cha-Lee.” Alex repeats enthusiastically.
“My turn.” Miles shoves Charlie aside. “Miles. Miilless.” He voices his name slowly and clearly. Alex blinks at him, a fist in his mouth, bemused. “Now you try it.”
The Baby throws his hands in the sky, grinning as if he has just won a prize. He exclaims happily.
“Meow!”
The education is a work-in-progress.
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Sometimes Edmund can be such a poohead.
Such as right now, as his left hand holds one of Miles’s trucks so far above his head, while his right stretches out and ruffles Miles’s hair, preventing him from getting in range of the toy, revelling in his younger, much shorter brother’s frustrations.
From his place on the mat, Alex watches their scuffles, laughing and clapping his hands together in utter delight. Charlie, however, seems to ignore them completely. Priorities. He is rather content with getting the most of his time around Miles’s exorbitant amount of Lego Duplos, before the older boy gets into one of his moods and demands them back.
“Give it back, Edmund!” Miles demands.
“Sorry,” Edmund smirks. “Can’t hear you from all the way down there.”
“Edmund!!” Miles yells, near tears.
“Mun!” The Baby’s high-pitched voice draws all heads toward him. Unburdened by the attention, he keeps clapping and smiling as before. “Mun-Mun!”
“What– what did he call me?” Edmund is caught off-guard just enough so Miles can yank the toy from him and skips toward Alex and Charlie.
“Very good, Alex.” Charlie nods. “That is Mun-Mun.”
“Mun-Mun!” Alex repeats excitedly.
“Hey– that’s not…” Edmund, or Mun-Mun stutters, growing redder by the seconds, knowing he’s being duped but unsure how to respond.
“That’s right, Alex.” Miles wants to cry again, but this time from relief and gratitude. “His name is Mun-Mun.”
“Mun-Mun!” Alex declares, while Mun-Mun flushes and runs out of the room in tears.
Edmund’s new nickname makes the rounds among the other cousins, and the boy’s annoyance with it only helps cement its popularity. Later, as the name reaches the ears of the adults, it is game over for Edmund. The second Kate hears her eldest being addressed as Mun-Mun, she has found the name so adorable and endearing, it sticks.
See? Having an older brother is so great for so many things.
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“Mun-Mun? Are you here?” Miles’s dark curls and hazel eyes peek into the room, hoping to find his brother where he has last seen him. On the contrary with his usual loud, carefree sprint/scream, the boy is putting extra effort into being as quiet as possible. Charlie and he are currently on a top secret, covert, dangerous, self-appointed (has he mentioned secret?) mission, so naturally, Miles does not want their nosy Bassett cousins to find out about it. Especially not Belinda.
Edmund still occupies the seat where Miles has seen him five minutes ago, completely immersed in Mario Kart. Looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Miles tiptoes toward his brother, before shaking his shoulder as hard as he can.
“Mun-Mun! Mun-Mun! We need your help!” Startled, Edmund’s cart takes a hard left off the lane.
“Do not call me that!” The older boy scowls, but pauses his game anyway. He is only begrudgingly resigned to his fate after all. One must still protest against such a ridiculous name as ‘Mun-Mun’ on the basis of principles. “What do you want?”
“There’s a cake in the kitchen!” Miles says, barely able to contain his excitement.
Edmund is unimpressed.
“So? We won’t be allowed any until after dinner anyway.”
“You don’t understand! There’s a cake in the kitchen and there’s nobody around!”
“Nobody around? What do you mean? Where’s Cook?” Edmund is still hesitant.
Impatient, Miles pulls on his big brother’s arm as hard as he can (which doesn’t do much), straining as he does.
“I don’t know. Who cares? Mun-Mun, there’s cake . It’s big . And they put it up so high. You’re the only one who can reach it.”
“You already had two biscuits just now.” Edmund reminds him. “Both you and Charlie.”
“We’re not going to eat it.” Miles argues. “We just want to know what it looks like. Where it comes from. Please , Edmund, it’s So. Big.” He pleads, making one more attempt at yanking his brother away from the chair and ends up sitting on the ground. “Hurry. Charlie is keeping watch in the kitchen. We must get there before the Bassets find out!”
The mention of the Bassets in a competitive context piques Edmund’s interest. His own curiosity seals the deal. How big is this cake?
“Just a peek, okay?” He says to Miles. “One peek, and then we’ll put it back where it belongs.”
“Promise!” Miles breaks out into a brilliant smile. “One peek. The quickest, tiniest peek in the entire world!”
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It is neither a quick peek nor is it tiny.
In their defence, first and foremost, it is a big cake. An enormous cake. A gorgeous cake. Two-tiered, elegantly and decadently frosted, luxuriated with a generous pour of chocolate ganache. It is the kind of cake that, to their knowledge, must be what heaven looks like, made even more enchanting by the fact that they cannot have it. It is the kind of cake that demands one take time to take in all its beauty.
Secondly, as Edmund is just about to close the lid of the cake box and return the pastry to where they have found it, the Basset children storm into the kitchen and demand to know what it was they were doing. Then big-mouthed Belinda threatens to tell the adults unless the Bridgerton boys let them see the cake as well. So Edmund has no choice but to open up the cake again.
Really, it is not their fault.
“Who do you think it’s for?” asks Auggie.
“Perhaps there are some clues around…” Belinda, the aspiring detective, ponders. “Did you see any card attached to it?”
“No.” says Edmund.
“Interesting.” she rubs her fingers against her chin in contemplation. “Very interesting.” Then an idea pops in her head. “Maybe it was an assassin! Maybe the cake is poisoned!”
“Shut up, Belinda.” Miles contradicts her, purely on impulse. “It’s not poison.”
“How do you know that?” She questions him, in the most annoying tone she can muster, knowing he hates it.
“It just isn’t.” Miles responds, using an equally grating voice. “So shut up.”
“No, you shut up.”
“Both of you shut up!” Auggie reprimands them.
“Belinda might have a point, actually.” Charlie speaks up. Miles turns to his partner-in-crime with a look of utmost betrayal, while the youngest child in the kitchen offers his scientific insights “We don’t know where it was. The cake could be poisoned. It a plausible hippothis. We need to prove it though.”
“How do we do that?” asks Miles.
“I can do it!” Caroline, who believes she has superpowers, exclaims. “I have “tellycandysis”!” Without waiting for permission, she presses her face closer to the cake. “I’ll smell out the poison!”
Her big brother Auggie pulls her back by the collar when Caroline’s face is buried in the frosting.
“Ah! Let me go!” she flails. “I’m smelling it!”
“No, you’re not!” Miles accuses her, pointing at the creamy evidence all over her mouth. “You’re eating it.”
“No, I’m just smelling.” She denies. “I smell it with my mouth!”
“Look what you did!” Miles complains. “You ruined it.” He gestures at the Caroline-shaped indentation on the frosting.
“She didn’t mean to.” Loyally, Belinda comes to her sister’s defence. “Besides, she proved it, didn’t she? Now we know the cake is not poisoned, thanks to Caroline.”
Auggie comes to their aid.
“It doesn’t look so bad. Just move the other bits around to cover that spot she made and no one will notice it.”
“That’s true,” agrees Belinda.
“Right.” says Edmund.
“I guess.” Miles reluctantly concedes.
…
Nobody moves. All of their eyes are still trained on the delicious looking cake.
“What if–” Miles suggests conspiratorially. “What if the poison is inside the sponge?”
Belinda agrees immediately.
“Possibly. Assassins are sneaky.”
Charlie encourages him.
“Good hippothis, Miles.”
“But then–” Auggie questions. “How do we find that out? Without anyone noticing?”
For a few seconds there is silence. Then Charlie, ever living up to his name as the son of a scientist, speaks up.
“We can–” He starts hesitantly. “We can cut four pieces off the bottom and turn it into a square cake?”
“Yeah, that would work.”
“Good idea, Charlie.”
“Square cakes are better than round cakes anyway.”
“Cut it.”
Being the tallest and strongest of the bunch, Edmund proclaims himself the cake-cutter. Clutching the child-friendly cake knife with both hands, the boy tentatively approaches the giant pastry.
“Oh right, I’m doing it. Everybody stay back!” He warns the other children with the utmost seriousness of a specialised expert about to diffuse a bomb.
Four pieces are removed cleanly and divided among six children under Edmund’s careful incisions, explosion-free.
“Well, we know that the cake is not poisoned now.” muses Auggie, licking frosting off his fingers.
“Agree.” says Belinda absent-mindedly, taking a huge messy bite off the piece between her hands.
“That's because I smell out all the poison first.” exclaims Caroline with a mouthful.
“I guess I can put the cake away now.” says Edmund.
His suggestion is only met with dead silence, including his own. All six faces, smeared with frosting, are still directed at the cake, unspoken longing tangible in their eyes.
“It–” whispers Miles. “It doesn’t look as good as before, does it?”
“No. Now it looks all uneven.”
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be the same shape all the way around.”
“So what do we do?”
“What if–” Edmund speaks up. He supposes, as the cake cutter, he ought to take charge in this matter, “what if I cut all the edges off and make it like a big round column?”
This decision is met with unanimous support.
In his peripheral vision, Miles notices Charlie carefully break off a piece of his second serving and put it away.
“Are you saving that for later?” Miles turns his gaze to the younger boy’s pant pocket, where the piece has just disappeared. Finding Charlie’s shirt has risen up over his belly, Miles pulls the hem back down for him. Don’t let your belly be cold , he remembers Amma said to him, whenever his shirt rolls up like Charlie’s has, before she kisses his belly and fixes his shirt so it covers him up again. Miles does not want to kiss Charlie’s belly. Belly kisses are for Mums and Dads only, he thinks. But the other thing Miles can do, unintentionally leaving a sticky handprint on the front of Charlie’s shirt while he is at it.
“No,” Charlie shakes his head. “This for Alex. He wants cake too I think.”
Miles considers it. Babies eat cake too?? He never thought about it like that. But if they do, won’t it be unfair for his Charlotte not to have cake, just because she cannot walk and ask for it like older children? Poor Charlotte, don’t be sad. I’ll bring you cake . He thinks this, then shoves a fistful of cake into his pocket as well, before finishing his share.
The second they take another sweet, spongy bite, both Miles and Charlie completely forget that they have cake in their pants.
“I’ll put the cake away now. Everybody get out.” Edmund shoos the rest of them out of the kitchen, and they comply happily. Their cherubic cheeks glisten with chocolate and cream, our children are content in a haze of sugary bliss, completely oblivious to the very visible evidence of their crime. For at least 30 minutes, the five get along swimmingly, synchronised in their energetic, glucose-fueled giddiness.
Until they start fighting again and realise that their usual, Edmund-sized mediator is nowhere around to mediate among them.
Without having to utter a word, all five rush back to the kitchen.
The cake that should have been returned to where it belongs in the fridge is still where they last saw it, Edmund has not yet moved it. In fact, he is still standing over it. The pastry now bears more resemblance toward an upside down bell than a column.
“Mun-Mun. What the heck?!” Miles yells, breaking his older brother out of his trance.
Realising what he has done, Edmund repacks and puts away the evidence in a flash of panicky blur. “Nobody tells my Dad!! Especially you , Miles!” he throws back a warning, before disappearing in a metaphorical, and even possibly literal, dust cloud, taking great advantage of the fact that none of the others can catch up with him.
Edmund’s original plan has been to excuse himself immediately after dinner, scurry off to his bed and pretend to be fast asleep. Unfortunately for him, however, their deeds are uncovered almost right away.
If the remnants of frosting and chocolate on the corners of their mouths have not already posed a line of questioning, the agonised cry of Charlie and Miles bursting into tears in discovering their thoughtful gifts melted into a mushy, sticky mess certainly would.
The ensuing chaos results in uproarious laughter among the adults. Even young Edmund’s and Miles’s Dad and Uncle Simon cannot hold back their chuckles. Grandma Violet doubles herself over in fits of giggles, her laugh lines crinkle. She sits the oldest four children down around her and recalls the story of how she meets Grandpa Edmund, a meeting that involves a blueberry pie heist.
Meanwhile, Kate and Benedict busy themselves with consoling their respective desolate child. Kate assures Miles that Charlotte is still too small for cake as she rocks him back and forth in her arms, as the boy grabs a fistful of her raven hair in his palm and sniffles into it.
Charlie needs a little bit more convincing.
“I– I really wanted to get Alex cake.” He manages to say between wet sobs into his Dad’s shoulder. “I really did!”
“I know, love.” Benedict strokes his hair and tucks the hem of his shirt back into his waistband. Another piece of clothing becomes too small. “That is so very kind of you. Alex knows that.”
“No he doesn’t!” Charlie shakes his head vehemently. “He a baby. He just knows if you give him things or not. He doesn’t know if you tried.” He clutches his Dad tighter. “He’ll think I hate him if everybody has cake and he doesn’t. And I don’t. I don’t hate him at all!”
What a smart, perceptive little thing his son is. Benedict wonders which one of them he gets that from.
“I assure you, mon petit loup , your brother knows you love him.” He wipes the tears off the boy’s face. They grow up so fast. Too fast . “He loves you too. And it’s not too late, you know? You can still give him cake now.”
Charlie pauses his sobbings to mull over that option. Oh right, he can do that. There is still cake left. The original piece he intended to reserve for Alex was better, or course, for obvious yet undecipherable reasons. But he supposes he can make up for it if his Dad helps him cut an even bigger slice.
Charlie gets to feed his some cake after all. Alex bounces giddily in Sophie’s lap, the taste of cake further strengthens Charlie’s idol position in his little heart.
As for Edmund, he never forgets the date of his birthday ever again.
And for all of them, their little group, the legend of The Cake on that fateful day would go on to feature in the toast at each of their subsequent weddings. It is implicitly agreed upon that none of them would let the others live it down.
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I’m waiting for certain fandoms to realize that these two men are based on the same historical person.
And that is this man.
Or is it known but just ignored?
AKA — One interpretation made him sexy. The other Jonathan Groffed him/Lin Manueled (Man-uel Handled???) him.
#queen charlotte: a bridgerton story#king george hamilton#king george iii#a bridgerton story#bridgerton#corey mylchreest#johnathan groff#jonathan groff#hamilton musical#Hamilton#alexander hamilton#shonda rhimes#shondaland#lin manuel miranda#Lin manuel#king george bridgerton#queen charlotte#charlotte of mecklenburg strelitz#netflix#disney#historical hamilton#american revolution#hamilton memes#george washington#history#charlotte x george#george iii#hamilton the musical#musical#hamilton broadway
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Bridgerton (Season 2 episode 6)
Sanditon (Season 3 episode 2)
for @agir1ukn0w
#sanditon#sanditonedit#charlotte heywood#alexander colbourne#charlotte x alexander#alexander x charlotte#heybourne#bridgerton#anthony bridgerton#kate sharma#kate x anthony#anthony x kate#kanthony#kathony#bridgertonedit
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#plants#italian#accessories#Codi Vore#taylors version#alexander ludwig#bands#books & libraries#somno breeding#deep house#ariana grande#bridgerton#90s grunge#love simon#sanremo
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#alexander ludwig#bands#books & libraries#somno breeding#augmented reality#ariana grande#bridgerton#90s grunge#sanremo#blowing smoke#automobile#Clueless
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Benedict and Sophie’s children
Mr. and Mrs. Benedict Bridgerton had four children: Charles, Alexander, William, and Violet. All four were known for their quiet and even dispositions, matching their parents’ temperaments. As the eldest, Charles was, perhaps, the least serious. While not an overly outgoing person, Charles found a calling in medicine and was always fascinated by the new developments that came each day. He had an open mind and found it easier to accept the changes to his field than some of his medical peers. Even without holding a title, Charles was considered a highly eligible man to the ton, and many were disappointed when it was announced that he was engaged to a governess. As the second son, Alexander was the most protective. He kept an eye on his younger siblings and cousins, and was often involved in numerous scuffles during his time at school. Alexander found his niche in architecture, combining the creativity that he had inherited from his father with the knack for numbers that he had inherited from his mother. He shocked the ton when he announced his engagement to the duke of Ashbourne’s youngest daughter, as the dowager duchess of Ashbourne had declared that the second son of a second son was not a suitable match for her granddaughter. As the third son, William was the quietest. However, his quiet nature often hid the turmoil that was brewing beneath his calm demeanor as he struggled to find his calling and purpose in life. An eligible choice for the ton’s debutantes, William broke hearts and caused scandal when he announced his engagement to an Irish Catholic woman. As the youngest and only daughter, Violet ended up becoming the most guarded of Mr. and Mrs. Benedict Bridgerton’s children. Having a personality that was extremely similar to her mother’s, Violet attracted her fair share of suitors. However, all of her serious suitors let her down… except for the fourteenth marquess of Insley, who succeeded in fulfilling all that Violet had wanted in a suitor, but also had his own scandalous past to contend with.
Charles Edmund “Charlie” Bridgerton
Born in 1818, Charlie is a momma’s boy. He’s always been very close to Sophie. He looks to her for advice, even more than he does his father. He also trusts Sophie’s advice a little more than he does Benedict’s advice.
Charlie’s godfather is Anthony and his godmother is Posy.
He doesn’t go by “Charlie” until he starts school and there happens to be two other boys in his year who are also named Charles and have a surname starting with B. He also cannot go by “Bridgerton” because his cousins, Edmund and Miles, are also at school at the time as him and then his brothers and more cousins join him.
Charlie stands at 6’1”, making him shorter than his youngest brother, William, but taller than his brother, Alexander. However, both height differences are only an inch. He also has the Bridgerton chestnut hair and Sophie’s green eyes.
Charlie is the Benophie kid most in touch with his emotions. He’s an introvert at heart, but he enjoys spending time with people more than his younger brothers do, although not as much as his sister does. He also sometimes feels like he’s missing out on something when he doesn’t want to go out.
Charlie has always been curious. He wanted to know everything about everything and loved to learn new things. He also likes trying out new ways to do things.
He becomes a doctor. This was driven by feeling helpless after his little brother’s accident and taking a few medical classes during university that ended up completely grabbing his attention. Charlie even readily accepts it when new advances or theories emerge in the field of medicine and will actively rant about them to any willing (or even unwilling) listener. He ends up mostly as a country doctor, and doesn’t mind not being in the city. In fact, he’s quite happy with being a country doctor as long as he can read about the new advances in the cities and try to implement them in his own practice.
In the summer of 1846, Charlie spent a few months visiting his Uncle Gregory, Aunt Lucy, and little cousins. He met his wife, Helena “Nell” Shepherd there. She had been hired to be a governess for Gregory and Lucy’s youngest five children. Charlie falls for her quickly.
Charlie’s marriage to Nell places him on the list of scandalous Bridgerton marriages, especially given the stuff that goes down shortly after they get engaged.
Charlie married Nell in November of 1846, when he was 28 and she was 25.
Charlie and Nell have five children together, Norman, Sophia, Meg, Franklin, and Linus. Their eldest son, Norman Benedict Bridgerton, is eighteen months older than their eldest daughter, Sophia Abigail Bridgerton. Their second daughter, Margaret Helena “Meg” Bridgerton, is two years younger than Sophia. Their second son, Franklin Charles Bridgerton, was born three years after Meg. Their third son, Linus Edmund Bridgerton, was born four years after Franklin.
Alexander Nicholas Bridgerton
Born in 1820, Alexander is a bit of a momma’s boy. However, he’s never had a strong preference for either parent, although he is a bit closer to Sophie. He’s more likely to go to Sophie with his problems, though.
Alexander’s godfather is Colin and his godmother is Eloise.
He never goes by “Alex” or “Alec.” He just never wanted to and never had to. He’s content being “Alexander.”
Standing at 6’0”, Alexander is the shortest of Benedict and Sophie’s three sons. He’s not short, but it does drive him a bit crazy that his younger brother is two inches taller than him. Like his older brother, Alexander has the Bridgerton chestnut hair and Sophie’s green eyes.
Alexander has a protective streak. He doesn’t put up with anyone saying negative things about the people he cares about. He got into a lot of fights during his school days because he refused to put up with bullies picking on the smaller boys. This streak became a little more noticeable after his little brother’s accident.
Alexander is the most artistic of Benedict and Sophie’s four children. This leads him to become an architect, as he also discovers that he has Sophie’s knack for numbers.
Alexander is a talented fencer. He really enjoys fencing and is the only one of his brothers who can regularly beat their sister in fencing bouts.
He is an introvert and prefers to spend time with a select group of people, who do mostly end up being his family. He’s not the biggest fan of balls. Although, he’s not as introverted as his younger brother. He’s also not as extroverted as his older brother or younger sister.
In the 1847 season, Alexander agrees to attend more events than he usually does and at a ball hosted by his aunt and uncle, he sees Lady Emma Rutledge across the dance floor. He’s immediately intrigued by her and eventually falls hard for her. However, Alexander finds himself branded unsuitable by Emma’s grandmother, as he doesn’t have a title and isn’t an appropriate husband for a duke’s daughter.
While he appears uptight, Alexander is, at heart, a romantic and enjoys doing small romantic gestures for the woman he loves. The first ever gesture he does for Emma is gifting her a pair of spectacles after he noticed that she kept squinting while they were dancing and that she continually bumped into people or stepped on their toes. (Emma insists on wearing them at the next ball, despite her grandmother’s insistence that men do not want a lady in spectacles.)
Alexander married Emma in 1847, when he was 27 and she was 23.
Alexander and Emma struggled to have children in their early years of marriage and they only had one successful pregnancy which occurred about nine and a half years into their marriage and resulted in identical twin boys, Vincent and Beckett. Vincent Charles Bridgerton was older than Beckett Nicholas Bridgerton by fourteen minutes.
William Benedict Bridgerton
Born in 1822, William is a bit closer to Benedict than he is Sophie. He doesn’t have a strong preference for either parent, but he is more likely to consult Benedict when he has a problem.
William’s godfather is Gregory and his godmother is Francesca.
William was born prematurely. He was born early enough to scare his parents, but late enough to survive without modern medicine. (Here’s the link to the story I wrote about his birth, as he’s the one Sophie had difficulty with in my Next Gen ‘verse.)
William was also a late talker. He didn’t start talking until he was nearly two, which was influenced by the fact that he was born prematurely.
At the age of ten, while attempting to keep up with his older cousins during a family party at the Hastings estate, William was thrown from his horse. The first one to notice was Edmund, who as the eldest at 17, immediately took charge. He sent David to get the dads and Miles to take Charlie and Alexander back to the house while Oliver calmed William’s horse. It was Edmund’s quick actions that saved William’s life and by some miracle, William walked away without any life altering injuries. Sure, his right arm was badly broken as were both his legs, he had a concussion, and needed stitches in a few different places. But there was nothing permanent… unlike his cousin-in-law, Neil Pemberton, who was left with a limp after his own horse riding accident. William did have to relearn how to write, mostly because he was right-handed and wasn’t able to write for a while. Perhaps the biggest thing was that William never wanted to ride a horse again.
William has always been the quietest of Benedict and Sophie’s four children. He didn’t confide in many people and kept most of his thoughts to himself. This tendency was exacerbated by his accident. Sometimes, it seemed that the only people who could pry things out of him were Benedict, Sophie, and his cousin, Charlotte. He’s often found alone, enjoying things that can be done in his own company.
Due to his quiet and reserved nature, no one really discovers how difficult it is for William to find his profession in life. His brothers both have their own passions for their chosen professions and his sister had her own passions, but William cannot seem to figure out what his passion is or what he wants to do with his life.
Of Benedict and Sophie’s three sons, William is the tallest and stands at 6’2”. He also looks exactly like Benedict. Sometimes, his grandmother thinks she’s looking at his father when he was William’s age.
In 1848, William literally runs into Róisín O’Connolly outside of a shop. He stops to help her pick up her fallen belongings and is immediately smitten. She has an Irish accent and is just a tad awkward around him. He thinks that he’ll never see her again, so imagine his surprise when he sees Róisín in a parlor, arguing fiercely with a politician about the policies dealing with the famine in Ireland. Of course, the idea of someone in the aristocracy marrying an Irish Catholic is met with scorn from most of the ton.
William married Róisín in 1848, when he was 26 and she was 24.
William and Róisín have four children together. They have three daughters named Maeve Sophia Bridgerton, Kathleen Mary Bridgerton, and Ivy Róisín Bridgerton each born two years apart, and a son named Oscar William Bridgerton, who was born three years after their youngest daughter, Ivy.
Violet Maria Bridgerton
Born in 1824, Violet is a daddy’s girl. She’s always been very close to Benedict. She generally looks to him for advice, even more so than she does her mother. However, as she grows older, Violet becomes closer to her mother. She’s also close to her grandmother and namesake.
Violet’s godfather is Phillip and her godmother is Daphne.
Violet is the only one of Benedict and Sophie’s children to inherit Sophie’s blonde hair. She also has Benedict’s hazel eyes. In addition, she has her mother’s more petite stature, standing at 5’4” and looking like she’s in a hole whenever she stands next to her brothers, who are all 6’0” or taller.
Violet is the most extroverted (but she’s still an introvert) of Benedict and Sophie’s four children. Violet has always been the most social. She loved to hang around and chat with her cousins or the aunts. Although, she would disappear, sometimes for hours on end.
However, despite being the most social, Violet is also the most guarded. She has five seasons of poor and horrid suitors, most of whom were only interested in what she could give them. This resulted in Violet beginning to be more guarded with her emotions and herself, mostly with people who were not the family.
From the ages of four to six, Violet brings home injured animals to help them heal. Benedict and Sophie aren’t necessarily impressed, but they do end up adopting a retriever puppy when Violet is five as it was the runt of the litter and no one else wanted the puppy. And Violet got her brothers invested in the puppy too.
Violet took fencing lessons with her brothers and is quite talented. Alexander is the only one who can regularly beat her in bouts. There’s a more even playing field when she fences with Charles or William.
In 1848, Violet decides that she would only do one more season. She’s tired of suitors who aren’t interested in her and think that she would be an easy target to join the power of the Bridgerton family. Luckily, Violet meets Jonathan “Jack” Fullerton, the new (and awkward) marquess of Insley and makes it her mission to make him feel comfortable. He’s different and has a complicated family history, but Violet finds herself losing much of her guard and falling hard for Jack on her crusade to make him feel more comfortable within the ton.
Violet married Jack in 1848, when she was 24 and he was 27.
Violet and Jack have four children together: Thomas, Levi, Josie, and Leo. Their eldest son, Thomas Benedict, is two years older than their second son, Levi Jonathan. Their daughter, Josephine Sophia (or Josie, as she’s more commonly known) is three years younger than Levi. Their youngest son, Leopold Harry (or Leo, as he’s more commonly known) is eighteen months younger than their daughter, Josie.
Anthony & Kate’s children • Colin & Penelope’s children • Daphne & Simon’s children • Eloise & Phillip’s children • Francesca & Michael’s children • Gregory & Lucy’s children • Hyacinth & Gareth’s children
#charles bridgerton#alexander bridgerton#william bridgerton#violet bridgerton ii#bridgerton next generation#bridgerton next gen#benedict x sophie#benophie#benophie babies#bridgerton#check out acefgh’s kiddos too!#i’ve also noticed that there’s apparently a running thread through my bng ‘verse: horse riding accidents (not always directly tho)#william + neil pemberton + timothy hatcher + christopher barrington + isabella st. clair… all have some history with horse accidents#am i the only one who thinks that violet wasn’t the difficult birth?#i don’t think that sophie had difficulty with violet#it was william… who was born like five weeks prematurely and who they stressed over#(ben swears that this boy aged them 10 extra years solely from those two incidents)#ben also totally wanted violet’s middle name to be sophia#but sophie didn’t want that so he decided that they should use maria instead#ps: i absolutely hate the idea that ben plays favorites with his kids (hate it with violet i)#like this is the man who felt so lost within his family that he would never favor one kiddo over another#like yes he has a special relationship with violet but he makes time to spend with his boys#and purposely tries to make sure his kids are all equally represented in his life#idk why but william’s giving me professor vibes like he teaches at cambridge or oxford or something
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Just out of curiosity…
If I was to write a next gen drabble for one of the Benophie babies whose story would people wanna see?
I know I asked ages ago but my muse fucked off but she’s sniffing the air at the moment so something could happen…
You can see the boys love story synopsis here and Vivi’s here
#bridgerton#Benophie next gen#bridgerton next gen#Benophie babies#Charles bridgerton#Alexander bridgerton#William bridgerton#Violet bridgerton ii
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i think it's safe to say that if "hamilton" king george and "queen charlotte" king george met each other, they would be very confused
#king george#king george iii#queen charlotte#bridgerton#bridgerton netflix#hamilton#hamilton musical#musical theater#alexander hamilton#history
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when the whole world goes quiet.
in our private silence.
the urgency of desire.
#anthony bridgerton#kanthony#kate sharma#kate x anthony#kathani sharma#kathonyedit#bridgertonedit#dailykanthony#perioddramaedit#sanditon#Charlotte and Alexander#sanditon season 3#period romance#historical romance#pride and predujice#mr darcy#elizabeth bennet#fitzwilliam darcy
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So I was rewatching Bridgerton to prep for season 3 coming out, and I noticed something. Well, rather a little intrusive thought danced right into my brain.
The Edwina-Anthony-Kate Triangle is just the What If of Hamilton.
And now I cannot unsee it.
#bridgerton#netflix#kate sharma#angelica schuyler#edwina sharma#eliza schuyler#anthony bridgerton#alexander hamilton#what if#shondaland#shonda rhimes
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I’m sorry but if someone doesn’t make a parallel gif set of Anthony Bridgerton picking up Kate’s bangle and Alexander Colbourne picking up Charlotte’s gloves I am going to stomp my foot so hard they’ll feel it in England
#bridgerton#anthony bridgerton#kate sharma#kathony#anthony x kate#kate x anthony#bridgerton season 2#sanditon#sanditon s3#sanditon season 3#alexander colbourne#charlotte heywood#heybourne#alexander x charlotte#charlotte x alexander#someone pls put me out of my misery😩
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give the people more on alex and eliza pls im so obsessed with them
I'll give a bit more insight into their story in the Harry Potter AU.
Lizzie had spent the first few years of Hogwarts falling more and more in love with Alex, but by the end of her fourth year she had grown tired of the heartache and jealousy she constantly kept suffering from with every single person Alex chose to kiss and date right where she could see them. Sick up and fed with her crush never seeing her in the way she wanted him to, she decided enough was enough and that she had to get over him.
Once she was back home for the summer holidays she bumped into a muggle boy, Tyler, who lived in her neighbourhood and who she had always found cute. They had hung out on a few occasions previously and when she had last been home for the holidays she got the sense he might have been trying to flirt with her, though she hadn't paid it that much attention as she was still pinning all of her hopes on Alexander Bridgerton maybe one day liking her back. Just before they parted ways, Tyler surprised her by asking her if she wanted to go on a date with him, and Lizzie happily agreed. Right from the first date Tyler made her feel good about herself as she got to experience for the first time what it felt like to be around someone who really liked her and wanted her romantically. Their first date ended with a kiss and from that day on they spent the duration of the holidays with one another, wanting to savour their time together for as long as they could before Lizzie had to return to her boarding school in September.
Meanwhile at My Cottage, Alex noticed the absence of his younger brother's best friend seeing as Lizzie had spent previous summers visiting their home whenever she pleased. He didn't say anything at first, thinking perhaps she had gone away with her family for awhile or even wondering whether she and William had fallen out. It wasn't until over halfway through the summer holidays that Lizzie's name got mentioned as the family were having dinner.
"How was Eliza today?" Sophie asked William and immediately Alex whipped his head up from his plate at the mention of her name.
"Yeah she's well." William answered with a mouth full of lasagne.
"I didn't know you guys met up." Alex remarked (had William mentioned it to him prior he would have tagged along just to see her face again since this summer had been the longest time he had gone without seeing her since she had started at Hogwarts).
"Yeah she finally had some time for me what with Tyler visiting his grandparents."
"Who's Tyler?" Violet puzzled.
"Her boyfriend."
Alex had picked the exact wrong moment to take a sip of his drink as he ended up choking on it in reaction to the mention of Lizzie having a boyfriend. He just about managed to cough up the remainder of his drink back into his glass as Charlie unhelpfully whacked him on the back a couple of times.
"A boyfriend!" Violet gasped with awed interest. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend! What house is he in?"
"Oh he's not at school with us. He's a muggle."
"A muggle?!" Alex spluttered after putting down his glass. "She's dating a muggle?! Why in Merlin's name would she date a muggle?!"
In response to his incredulity the table fell quiet as all his family turned to him with surprised expressions and a couple pairs of narrowed eyes.
"Huh. I never had you down for being an anti-muggle, brother." Charlie said.
"And might I remind you you're one quarter muggle." his dad added with a warning intoned in his voice.
"No, that's not... that's not what I meant." Alex shook his head, looking desperately from first his father to his eldest brother and lastly to his mother, hoping she understood that he didn't mean to insinuate anything negative about muggles.
Fortunately for Alex, his mother took compassion on him and gave his arm a reassuring rub. "Are you just surprised she's dating a muggle because you're not personally familiar with anyone else dating outside of the wizarding world?" she kindly suggested.
"Yeah." he swallowed. "Yeah that's it, I swear. " he insisted to the rest of the table, who all decided to give him the benefit of the doubt before continuing with their meal.
As surprising as it was to hear Lizzie was dating a muggle, the thought of her dating at all rattled Alex badly to the point he kept tossing and turning in bed at night as his mind kept projecting the image of Lizzie kissing a faceless entity. He tried badgering William for more information about Tyler, but his brother had never met the guy so there wasn't much he could say about him other than the glowing review Lizzie had given him when they had met up the other day. The best he could gather about Tyler was that he lived in Lizzie's neighbourhood, they had been somewhat friendly prior to dating, he was a year older than her, and he made her giggly and girly (much to William's immature disgust). Though he should have been happy for her or even disinterested like William was, Alex couldn't help but be bothered that Lizzie had a boyfriend. She had never dated at Hogwarts and to Alex's knowledge she had never so much as had a crush on anyone so the sudden turnabout of her having a boyfriend had stunned him completely.
It wasn't that Alex thought it strange for Lizzie to have a boyfriend; on the contrary it made perfect sense for a girl like her to have garnered romantic interest. She was sweet and considerate, modest and humble, artistically talented and passionate, hard-working and helpful, sincere and down to earth, incredibly pretty with perfectly kissable lips-
And suddenly Alex jolted in his seat as he reflected on what had just crossed his mind, as well as taking further note on how emphatically his heart was now beating from focusing all of his thoughts on Lizzie. It instantly became obvious to him why Lizzie dating someone else was vexing him so much; he liked her. He liked her more than he had previously ever thought and the reason he was annoyed by someone else dating her was because he had come to the crystalising realisation that he wanted to be the person dating her. He could have kicked himself for only just figuring out just how much he liked her now that someone else had beaten him to dating her, and he let out a pained groan and buried his head in his hands as he realised that so long as she was happily dating Tyler he'd never stand a chance of getting to be with her.
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