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a-lone-heart-in-the-wild · 2 years

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what keeps us standing

Basically, all I want is a fic in which Anthony notices how Colin and Marina’s engagement is tearing Penelope apart and he sympathizes with her. Their situations are mirrors to each other - the ones that feel responsible for their families, the ones that try to keep everything together.

Everything proceeds mostly as in canon up until the s1 finale. But- Anthony and Pen have started developing a friendship because Penelope recognizes a fellow heartbroken soul and she can be the support system his family can’t be.

Eloise at first is jealous, but she comes around to the friendship once she realizes it could mean that Penelope would marry into the family.

In the meantime, Anthony and Penelope aren’t even thinking about marriage, because they both still need some time to get over Sienna and Colin respectively.

And then we come into s2 territory, and the Sharmas remain in India (sorry Kate, Edwina, Newton and Mary, no way you wouldn’t have derailed the hell out of this, we’ll miss you) and Colin is still not back from his travels.

And this is where things start changing - Anthony is not in search of a viscountess (or so he thinks lol). Eloise makes her debut in society, which means that she and Pen can spend much more time together at social events.

Which means that Anthony and Penelope start spending much more time together in front of the ton. Their interactions are always super proper and respectable on the surface, but they can read each other pretty well by that point, because they’ve written to each other for the whole off-season (PORTIA FEATHERINGTON AGGRESSIVELY DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THE CORRESPONDENCE IF IT MEANS A MARRIAGE TO A VISCOUNT), which means that they don’t need words to communicate.

(Cressida Cowper is dying of jealousy, because what the fuck did Penelope Featherington do to make Anthony Bridgerton pay attention to her?)

The ton at large mostly assumes that Anthony dances with Penelope because of either 1) Eloise or 2) Violet but nope. He just wants to dance with her because she told him she loves to, and it’s not like it’s an imposition to dance with her.

Violet has decided to keep her mouth shut, because she fears Anthony will shut everything down if he gets even a hint of the fact that he’s basically low-key courting Penelope, and she’d like her as a daugher in law, thank you very much.

Anyways. Weeks go by, Penelope’s dance card is steadily full (she’s dancing with a viscount, it makes eligible bachelors notice her), she is invited promenading with Eloise (even if she spends an awful lot of that time talking with Anthony) and really, this is just so much better than last year.

And then she makes a mistake - she writes one of the comments she made about someone into a Lady Whistledown column. Anthony isn’t dumb and he connects the dots: Penelope is Lady Whistledown.

Which means... which means that she almost ruined her own family for Colin. Colin, his idiot brother who had never noticed the yearning glances Penelope sent his way, who needed to grow up a lot more before he could be worthy of someone as amazing as Penelope.

That evening he gets drunk, seriously drunk, for the first time since after Sienna refused his marriage proposal.

He has no idea what to do- someone else will connect the clues, sooner or later, and Pen will be exposed to the ridicule of the whole ton. She’s more clever and witty than most people he knows, but she’s a woman, and one that does not fit the standards of beauty at that. They will tear her apart and enjoy the process.

And it’s three sheets to the wind that Anthony gets the best idea ever. If she marries into the Bridgertons she’d be protected from a lot of the backlash. The idea of marrying Penelope is almost... nice.

The next day he’s hungover and irritable. It’s not even anyone’s fault - he just took a look at his and Penelope’s friendship and realized he’d already been low-key courting her.

Meanwhile Penelope’s getting over Colin because well. she’s falling for his older brother and damn if he isn’t even more unobtainable than Colin. He’s a viscount, he’s charming, he’s beautiful and there is no way he’d ever look in her direction when he’ll decide to settle down.

Sure, they’re friends (or as much friends as they can be when they’re both unmarried and there is no understandings between their families) but she’s well. She’s the third daughter of a baron, she does not fit into the ton’s beauty standards and she’s keeping a big secret from everyone.

No way she’ll end up married to any Bridgerton, let alone Anthony Bridgerton.

[insert weeks of Anthony trying to make clear to Penelope he wants to court her and her being super oblivious, until she finally gets it]

And basically. Penelope and Anthony get married, Colin gets a weird pang in his chest for the first six months he’s around them bc well. sure. Penelope is an amazing sister in law, but he thought their friendship would never change.

Eloise is ecstatic bc now she and Pen are really sisters! Violet had wanted to adopt her basically five minutes after meeting her and now she’s her daughter-in-law!

Lady Whistledown stops publishing a season after Pen and Anthony marry (she reveals her secret after they return from the honeymoon and he goes ‘Oh, I already know’ and she is gobsmacked bc she expected a big argument) and they live happily ever after.

#penthony #penelope x anthony #anthony x penelope #bridgerton #bridgerton au #bridgerton fanfiction #brigerton fanfic #rarepair #mini fic #if anyone wants to expand pls dm me!

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liminalminds · 5 months

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*whispers* hey i'm alive

and i'm editing fds (which may not be called fds anymore? i dont have a better name for it yet tho)

and i'm turning it into a series lol

a lot has happened in my life and i've been basically not existing for a while but i think im back but i don't wanna jinx it lol

#felodese #ao3 #writing #bridgerton #penelope featherington #anthony x penelope

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hukkelberg · 8 months

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Chapter Three of The Hour I Wait For You is out 🍵🌺✒️

Chapter 3: of the thing sung, not of the song or the singing

by Hukkelberg

Chapter Summary:

No one in London more perspicacious than a group of teenage girls. Penelope writes, and Anthony reads.

#penthony #bridgerton fic #Penelope x Anthony #anthony x penelope #bridgerton #a long one today #and an even longer author's note #hukkelberg.exe has stopped working

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sarcasticfina · 1 year

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ask me what I earned - ch. 2

fandom: bridgerton ship: penelope/anthony tags: modern setting; strangers to lovers; more on ao3 word count: 6,289 summary: Anthony had no plans to fall in love. That is until he meets a stranger who captivates and compels him. But his mysterious paramour, who refuses to tell him her name or commit to anything beyond each chance meeting, has more than a few secrets. Not the least of which is why every party they seem to cross paths, something expensive goes missing.

There seems to be a thief among them, and their last target might just be Anthony's heart. But can something be stolen if it's handed over willingly?

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Anthony stared at her— the flush of her cheeks, the blue of her eyes, the curve of her delighted mouth. "What are you afraid of?"

She paused, her gaze falling. "Disappearing."

He tipped his head curiously.

"It's a blessing and a curse— the ability to fade into oblivion." She lifted a shoulder in a delicate shrug. "Sometimes, you don't want to be seen, so it's a gift to melt into the shadows. Other times, you can be standing in a busy room, and you're little more than a ghost haunting everyone else's story."

"I can't imagine you blending in," he admitted. "I've spent the whole night looking for your exact shade of hair."

read more: ffnet | ao3

#penthony #penthony fic #penelope x anthony #anthony x penelope #fanfic #bridgerton fic #fic: ask me what I earned (from all those tears)

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dreaminonao3 · 1 year

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The eighth chapter of Faux is up now!

#bridgerton #penthony #anthony bridgerton #penelope featherington #anthony x penelope #modern au

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okjustforfun · 1 year

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Check out this amazing fan fic of Anthony Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, by IrishRose30

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Violet Bridgerton Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Protective Anthony Bridgerton, Jealous Colin Bridgerton, Fluff, Penthony, Best friend's brother, Maybe a teeny bit of smut, Anthony Bridgerton and his smolder, Pen is a sweetheart, Portia actually tries to a good mom, Violet Bridgerton is the best one though, Daphne plays matchmaker, Simon is her partner in crime, Meddling Bridgerton siblings, Friends to "I Burn For You" Summary:

"What do you want me to say Anthony?" -- "I want you to tell me how you feel about me!" -- "How do you not already know?"

Penelope just wanted to make him smile, that smile she loved more than anything. Anthony never wanted to let go of how she made him feel.

#penthony #penelope featherington #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #anthony x penelope

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loloinlove · 11 months

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The Ever After - Chapter 6

Howdy.

The 6th chapter for TEA is out, and you can read it here.

So I have a treat for y’all.

Several people asked for Anthony’s POV. It’s here, though I do gotta warn you that the start of this chapter goes over the attempted assault. It’s not graphic, but it’s there. It won’t be the only discussion about it throughout the story and I promise to put a warning in any chapter that does more than gloss over the topic.

As a consolation for this, the chapter is a little bit longer than usual.

If you are uncomfortable reading this type of content, please take care of yourselves and read with caution or skip it entirely. I’ll put a short summary in the comments as well.

It was late in the evening at whatever soirée they had been invited to, and Anthony wasn't nearly as drunk as he would have liked.

He knew it wasn't proper to be as intoxicated as he wanted to be, not outside of a public house at any rate, but he couldn't help it. His mother had been bothering him all evening to dance with any number of unmarried ladies, and he hadn't the patience to listen to each girl say the same thing over and over. He knew that their mothers probably taught them to say whatever they thought he would like to hear, and he didn't blame the girls themselves, but it was tiring nonetheless. After Daphne's marriage, his mother thought it was high time that he seriously considered taking a wife, but he just hadn't felt any sort of ...anything when speaking with the eligible Ladies of the Ton. He had met with most of the girls from the best families over the course of the last several weeks, though he had avoided the Cowpers entirely. He was fully aware of how awful the girl was, and there would be no doubt that she would make his family miserable.

His mother spoke as if she and his father had shared an instant spark, that they had just known and so far he hadn't found anything like that yet and though he had never told anybody, it was that feeling that had been what he was looking for. He knew he had to be more exacting than most when looking for a potential bride, as the woman he married would be the new Viscountess and would need to be able to handle the role with grace and a certain level of sophistication that so far he had found incredibly lacking in the women he had been unfortunate enough to speak to from the last several events that he and his family had attended.

It was most disappointing.

At any rate, he was well tired of watching people twirl each other around the dance floor and decided to take a walk in the gardens, hoping the fresh air would help soothe at least some of his terrible mood so that he would be able to get through the rest of the evening. It definitely helped that he would be able to pull out his emergency flask and take several generous sips whilst walking about.

It wasn't an especially long walk to get to the gardens, though he also didn't take his time getting there once he had managed to slip out of the ballroom. He wasn't in the mood for inconvenient interruptions or any sort of conversation at the moment, and so in his haste and certainly with his thoughts elsewhere, he had managed not to hear the commotion happening until he was upon it.

At first, he thought he was seeing a couple clearly in the throes of passion and had resolved himself to turn around a leave them to it, but then a pained yelp reached his ears and he knew that he had been mistaken.

He'd run over there before he could even begin to think about what he was doing and pulled the man off of whoever it was that he was assaulting. He stood there chest heaving, hands up and ready for a fight when he saw that it was Nigel Berbrooke laying on the ground, breathing much harder than Anthony was, though that might have been because Anthony had thrown him directly onto his back knocking the breath out of Berbrooke entirely. When it seemed as if the odious man would be on the ground for a couple of minutes at least, he went to check on the poor woman who was still shaking and crying in an alcove created by the hedgerow. There were probably several more throughout the garden, and he had to be thankful that Berbrooke was lazy as well as an idiot, otherwise, he wasn't sure he would have heard anything at all.

He approached the girl slowly and spoke in the same low soothing voice he used with Hyacinth when she had terrible nightmares.

"My name is Viscount Anthony Bridgerton. I'm not going to hurt you. If you'll let me I'd like to help you," He said, making sure he walked loudly enough that his footsteps would be heard, so as not to startle her too much since she had not turned to face him. She said nothing to him in response, and when he was near enough, he reached out to gently touch her shoulder.

The moment he did so, she flinched violently enough that if it weren't for the leafy wall of the alcove he was sure she would have toppled over, her sobs had quieted somewhat, but the shaking had gotten even worse if such a thing were possible, and she had turned further into the hedge, almost as if to hide within the walls themselves.

Not wanting to frighten her even more, he stepped back just out of reach and decided that calming her down enough to answer him would probably be the best approach.

"Can you tell me your name?" He tried.

No answer.

He had no time to think of what to ask next though, because a pained groan reached his ears, and he remembered that Berbrooke still needed to be taken care of.

Anthony felt his heart and his mind warring with each other and knew that he needed some help. He couldn't leave her alone with Berbrooke, God only knew what the man would do given half a chance, but then he couldn't just leave her alone entirely either. If someone else should discover her-

Anthony couldn't stand to think about it.

Men generally didn't care too much about a woman's health or concerns, as Berbrooke had just proven, and so he tried to puzzle his way out of the situation at hand.

Looking at the man still laying on the ground, mumbling about revenge and other unpleasant things, Anthony decided that the woman's safety was paramount, and chose to do the easiest thing.

He hauled Berbrooke up by the lapel with one hand and brought the other one back to punch him square in the eye, knocking the man out in an instant, much like Daphne had a year ago. It was with grim humor that Anthony had this thought as he turned back to check on the woman now silently shaking behind him, who still hadn't uttered a single word since he had arrived.

She was still hunched over, arms curled around herself, and though her dress had fallen back into place, Anthony could still see her underthings, which looked to have been roughly torn off, were currently laying on the ground near her ankles. Her hair was hanging loose and limp around her shoulders, and the rest of her dress was dirty and askew with little rips and tears in it. It was a gruesome sight to behold, and he knew it was much worse from the woman's perspective because she had clearly been violated in some way, but he could not tell how far Berbrooke had gone or if she would need further looking at by a doctor.

With Berbrooke knocked out and lying over on the ground Anthony decided the best course of action would be to find his Mother and Benedict, or Simon, as quickly as possible and to have them come out to the gardens. They would try to save the girl's reputation as much as possible, which meant they would need to take care of Berbrooke as well.

Anthony didn't think he had ever been ever as disgusted and appalled and outraged when he realized what was happening. He knew Berbrooke had tried something similar with his sister the year prior, and he had taken leave of London quite hastily after Whistledown had reported on his bastard child, but Anthony hadn't really thought he would try anything again. Now that he had though, he would absolutely be making sure that the vile man laying on the ground in front of him wouldn't be able to do anything to anyone ever again.

"I need to leave for a few minutes," Anthony announced, more for his own benefit than hers as she still hadn't said anything to him. He wasn't even sure if she could hear him, but he continued on nonetheless, "He's unconscious for now, but I shall return with help."

He waited a moment or two, and when she hadn't turned around or said anything he hastily made his way out of the garden and back into the party. He'd quite forgotten that it was even going on, but in a moment had schooled his features to be unreadable, and went to search through the seemingly endless throngs of people to find his mother and Benedict. He knew enough about himself to know that he was woefully unqualified to handle the situation with as much delicacy as it required. His mother had a naturally soothing demeanor about her that seemed to put everyone at ease, and he would need to rely on it, as well as her discretion, to see the situation resolved, whatever it may require.

He spotted Benedict first, after roughly five or so minutes searching, and was near frantic by the time he had reached his brother and told him to grab their mother and head to the garden on the east side of the manor. He gave Benedict a squeeze on his arm and made turned right back around to head outside to see if the woman had calmed down any further.

It was a testament to Benedict's faith in him that there was no further questioning, not that he'd any plans to answer them if there were. He calmly made his way back outside, brushing off several women who attempted to waylay him. He knew he would probably need to make apologies at the next ball they attended, but it was a small price to pay and he had much more important things to worry about at the moment.

He had no trouble finding the little garden alcove, though at first he could not see the woman, and his pulse began to beat with panic, which abruptly stopped when he saw her sitting on the ground, facing Berbrooke, who was still lying on his back. The idiot was moving around a little, probably finally waking up from the rather abrupt nap Anthony had made him take, but he didn't much care for Berbrooke's health or safety and gave the man a firm kick in the ribs on his way to the woman he had left behind to find help.

The girl's head was lowered, and in the moonlight he could see that she had dark hair, which had been pulled further down to fall around her shoulder, almost touching the ground in its length. Other than moving to sit on the ground, it seemed as if she hadn't moved since he had come back, though she was no longer sobbing and shaking.

He once again walked toward her loudly, hoping that she would be less prone to startle if she could hear his approach, and when he was close enough that he was barely out of reach, he tried speaking to her again.

"I'm unsure if you heard me earlier, but I've returned, and my mother will be along shortly, she could probably help you better than I can. Could you tell me your name," He asked, not really expecting a reply. He wasn't even sure she had heard him coming back, or even saw him standing in front of her.

He didn't blame her.

He slowly lowered himself to her level, and she tensed as if expecting a blow.

He reached out slowly to touch her, hoping this time that he could get a less volatile response, though he wasn't sure which part of her he should touch, not knowing how she would react.

He was saved from having to make the decision when he had only reached halfway when suddenly his hand was knocked away and the woman scrambled to get away from him.

In her haste, she ended up struggling with the remains of her torn underthings, which she had gathered around her, and he was able to see her face quite clearly. His heart fell to the depths of his feet and a sickness curled inside his stomach licking at his insides, begging to be let out.

Before him sat Penelope Featherington.

He had no time to process this fact because at the moment he realized who was in front of him, Benedict arrived with his mother in tow, and they were heading over quite quickly. Anthony sat on the ground, ruining his trousers, though he hadn't a care for them, at least not in the face of the fullness of the situation that was pushing at him.

His mother arrived first, rushing toward Penelope who didn't even seem to recognize her, which was simply astounding to Anthony. His mother loved Penelope like she was one of her children, not to mention that Penelope had been a fixture in their lives for years.

"Penelope darling, can you talk to me? Tell me what happened," Violet said, frantically looking Penelope over before trying to check her for what Anthony assumed were wounds it would not be proper for him to look at.

"She isn't speaking. Anthony, why isn't she speaking?" His mother's voice floated over to him, snapping him out of the small daze he had been in.

"She hasn't spoken a word since I- since I arrived. She didn't seem to hear me or recognize me when I left to get you and Benedict," Anthony answered, trying to focus on being as helpful as he could.

"You left her alone with him? Anthony Bridgerton what were you thinking," Violet hissed, making sure to keep her voice low so as not to startle Penelope.

"I knocked him out first, I'm not a complete idiot, Mother," Anthony replied, keeping his voice low as well.

"No, just a barbarian," She said curtly, before going back to continue checking Miss Featherington over.

He felt sick watching and turned his head away, looking toward Benedict who was standing over Berbrooke his face a stony mask of anger, which Anthony had only witnessed a few times before. It was not at all pleasant, and he was very fortunate that he'd never had that look pointed his way.

Berbrooke was still on the ground, barely managing to stay awake, which Anthony was sure couldn't be good for him, but at the moment he didn't rightly care for how Berbrooke was doing and thought that the man could rot in the deepest pits of Hell for what he'd done.

He stood up once more and motioned for Benedict to join him just a few paces away, and together the two of them made a plan for getting Penelope out of the gardens and back to Bridgerton House without being seen, as well as what to do with Berbrooke.

Anthony had voted to take him to the docks and toss him into the water after tying something sufficiently heavy enough to weigh him down.

Benedict, being the sensible one for once, vetoed the idea entirely and offered to get a footman to fetch a couple of Bow Street Runners to collect Berbrooke. What happened after that, they didn't really care and would only get involved when it came to Penelope.

Violet, though she'd managed to get Penelope to stand, still hadn't been able to get her to talk at all either except for small noises of pain and discomfort that felt like a blow to Anthony each time he heard one. They agreed that it would be best to get the Runners after they had taken Penelope home, so Violet helped make her as presentable as possible, and they slowly made their way out of the estate's gardens.

It didn't take long at all for Anthony to procure their carriage, and soon they were in the slightly cramped space and heading toward their home. It wasn't a comfortable ride, the cobblestones making the carriage rock quite a bit, but Anthony didn't care as his thoughts were focused on something else entirely.

Namely, what had and would happen to the youngest Miss Featherington daughter once the night was over.

When their carriage arrived at Bridgerton House Anthony was the first one out and set to directing the staff to have rooms and a bath prepared and a doctor summoned to take a look at Miss Featherington. He was sure there were other things she needed that he wasn't thinking about at the moment, but they would have time to figure that out later.

His mother followed, quickly leading Penelope into the house and upstairs while Anthony finished instructing the staff on what to do. He had several people he would need to talk to before he went to bed, and he would have to send a note to his sister summoning her to Bridgerton house in a day or two once Penelope seemed able to handle company again. He recognized that it would take more than a few days for her to be anywhere close to alright, but he thought that seeing Eloise might help, so he sent for a footman to bring her to him.

His sister had not been in attendance at that evening's ball, claiming that she'd had a headache, but he thought she might have had some insight into what was going on with Berbrooke and Penelope, and he hoped that she would be brought to his study as soon as possible. When that was taken care of he grabbed two glasses and a bottle of fine whiskey and poured a generous amount in both of them. He tossed his back quickly and shook himself out to try and release all the tension in his body and when that didn't work as well as he had hoped, he poured himself another glass, but this time sipped it slowly. He would be having a rather difficult conversation ahead of him and while he would need some level of fortitude when dealing with his sister, he could not afford to have the conversation with less than a clear head.

Besides, he could get drunk after.

It was only a few minutes later when Eloise came rushing through his office door rattling off several questions about their family's safety, and Anthony was not looking forward to telling her what had happened.

"Eloise, please calm down. Benedict and Mother, and everyone else is alright. Please take a seat. I need to discuss something rather serious with you," He said, pointing to the chair across the desk from him.

She sat down, clearly bursting with more questions that he didn't plan on answering just yet.

"Has Mother spoken with you about the- the...well, this is rather more difficult than I thought it would be, maybe I should-"

"Spit it out Anthony, has Mama spoken to me about what?"

"Marriage, and the act that leads to having children."

Eloise's eyes grew rather large, though she seemed to have no idea what he meant, and Anthony knew he would have his work cut out for him, and not for the first time he wished that he wasn't the Viscount.

"No, she hasn't, and when I asked her about it last season she refused to say anything else then either. She called it an 'improper topic of conversation' though," Eloise answered, giving Anthony one of her hard stares.

"I won't go into very great detail, as Mother would skin me alive, but I do need to tell you some things, and well it will be rather embarrassing I think, so have a drink and please don't interrupt me until I'm finished."

Eloise gave a hasty nod, worried about why Anthony seemed to be even more serious than usual. She grabbed her drink, taking a sip before wrinkling her nose at the taste and focusing her attention on Anthony.

When their conversation was over, both of them were entirely red in the face and couldn't look each other in the eye, but Anthony had a feeling that would change once he told her about Penelope.

"So that is what everyone is worried about then. I can definitely see why people care about it so much if what you've told me is true, but I know you did not call me out of bed at such a late hour to tell me this as it certainly could have waited until tomorrow, so tell me what is going on," She said firmly, still looking off to the side of the room where the bookshelves covered the wall on one side.

"You are right. Ordinarily, I would not have told you at all, except that Daphne said Mother's explanation was severely lacking, and I needed you to know this to understand what I have to tell you," Anthony said, pouring himself another small glass.

"Anthony, you're worrying me, what has happened?"

Anthony sighed and stood up to walk over to his window, staring out into the darkness, wishing it was someone else in his place.

"Earlier, I told you that the marital act is something that both people should want to participate in, and that is still true. Unfortunately, there are men out there who do not care about whether the woman in question is accepting of his advances and forces himself upon her anyway. It is painful and terrifying and not something I would wish for any woman to experience."

Here Anthony hesitated, trying to find the right words, but feeling like he was failing miserably. For once Eloise didn't ask any questions and continued to wait for him to gather his thoughts.

"Earlier this evening, I left the ballroom to get some fresh air and headed out to the gardens. When I arrived, I heard someone yell and I went to investigate. There was a woman being attacked in this way, and I was able to pull him off her and found that it was Lord Berbrooke."

"We knew he was an awful person, but what does this have to do with why I'm here," Eloise replied, starting to sound irritated.

"Because... because the woman he attacked was Penelope," He said gently, heading over toward where she sat, frozen still in the chair. He leaned against the front of his desk, watching as her face went through a range of emotions. No doubt she was sorting through her thoughts, so he just waited patiently until she was done. He'd learned his lesson on interrupting Eloise before she was ready to share what she was thinking and had no wish to relearn it.

"What- I-I mean, what will this mean? For Penelope. You said that- that if people, especially an unmarried woman, was caught like that then they would- they... Anthony! You can't mean for her to marry him. Not after everything he's done. That man is a monster and you can't do that to her!"

Eloise was standing by the time her outburst was over, chest heaving, looking ready to fight Napoleon himself, later, he would be thankful that Penelope had found such a load friend in Eloise, but for the moment, they had other things to worry about.

"Eloise!" He snapped, losing a little of his patience. He felt guilty about it immediately and reached out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off immediately.

"Eloise," He started again, softer this time, "I know Penelope is very important to you, and a terrible thing has happened to her, but I promise, I will do whatever I can to keep her safe."

"Anthony, you can not tell her Mama."

"What do you mean? I can't not tell the Lady Featherington that her daughter was attacked. I-"

"No! You do not understand. He was- he's been calling on her for the last several weeks. Lady Featherington arranged it all and has mostly kept it quiet. She knows how awful he was to our family, to Daphne especially, and she does not seem to care one whit about Pen. You can not tell her Mama. She would only insist they get married straight away. Please, Anthony, don't let that happen. I'll never ask for another book again, so long as she doesn't end up as Lady Berbrooke."

By the time she was done speaking, Anthony could see the tears gathered in his sister's eyes, and his heart ached because he could not see a solution to their problems. With Penelope's father dead and no older brothers of her own, she was at the mercy of her Mother, and everyone knew that Portia Featherington cared more about climbing the social ladder than anything else in the world. He could not understand how Berbrooke had even convinced the woman of his suitability, especially after the previous season's scandals, but that had no bearing on the situation at the moment. He needed to find a way to keep Penelope safe from Berbrooke, and her own Mother if need be.

"I promise that I will do all I can to protect Miss Featherington, Eloise. You have my word. Has she mentioned anything else to you about it?" He asked, looking at Eloise, who had an empty glass in one hand and the other on her hip.

She sat down once more and began to fidget with her hands, a habit he had noticed some years earlier as a sign that she was anxious.

"Not much," Eloise said, "Just that she did not want to, but her Mama would not listen. And that she said some pretty awful things to Penelope, which isn't at all unusual."

It was possibly the worst kept secret of the Ton that Lady Featherington disdained her youngest daughter. He'd never understood why, because out of the entire family, Penelope seemed to be the only one with any sense to her, which Anthony had always admired.

"I called for the Bow Street Runners to have Berbrooke seen to and they'll keep him busy for a while yet. I'll speak with them tomorrow, and have them see what information they can gather, but for now, go join Penelope in your old rooms. Mother is with her, and possibly the doctor as well- if he's arrived, but I'm sure she would benefit from having you at her side."

"She is here? And you are just now telling me? Why didn't you say anything before?"

Anthony let out another sigh and prayed to God for strength.

"Because she is injured, Eloise. I can assure you that no matter how close you two are, she would not have wanted you to see her in the state she was in. I ordered a bath for her and sent for the doctor to look her over. You may go see her, but if you distress her further, I will not be pleased. Understood?"

Anthony watched as Eloise set down her empty glass and stood to leave his office, looking more subdued than he had seen her in a long time, and it was odd. He didn't like seeing his family upset, but at the moment he had work to do. He continued to draft several letters throughout the night, stopping only when his had cramped to the point that writing became too painful, and by the time he was done, he was exhausted in every way that he could think of.

He thought about what the next steps would be the next morning. There would definitely be a trip to his solicitor's office, and several other colleagues of his, because as Anthony had worked through the night, he had begun to craft a story that he thought could save both Miss Featherington and her reputation. He hadn't lied when he had told Eloise that he would do anything he could for Penelope. The only hitch in his plan might have been from Penelope herself, but he decided to deal with that when the time came.

He would never regret coming to Penelope's aid, though he did regret that she had experienced something so terrible, and when he was finally able to fall into his bed for a few short hours of rest, he found that sleep was to elude him that night. He tossed and turned, trying to make himself comfortable, and by the time the first rays of light peeked over the horizon, he was no closer to being able to sleep than when he had first lied down.

Accepting his fate, and knowing that the world would not wait for him to get decent sleep, he made his way out of bed, got dressed, and headed to the kitchens to get something to eat, because the day was going to be long and incredibly busy for him.

#bridgerton #bridgerton fic #penthony #the ever after #the ever after ao3 #ItsNeverPolin #anthony x penelope

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Season 1 // Season 2 // Season 3

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Ready to defend Penelope Featherington from all of you haters:

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here it is! chapter 25 of our love is these days' piano. i hope you enjoy it!

#our love is these days' piano #olitdp #my writing #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton fic #penthony #penelope featherington #anthony bridgerton #anthony x penelope #penelope x anthony

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BRIDGERTON | Looks from season 3 trailer

“Even a wallflower can bloom.”

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Tempting fate (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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The night was out. Chilled but rather comforting on the skin. You were outside, waiting as your sister had already taken the carriage in a haste. Not a few moments ago she had a little encounter with Colin Bridgerton. One that you witnessed from afar. You could tell by your sister’s expression that she was displeased. Distressed to say the least. Once again had Colin Bridgerton said something to upset your sister. It was getting out of hand and you hated him for it. Hating how he toggled with your sister’s feelings.

They had been friends for a while now, but your sister desired more. He was the only good gentleman that gave her attention during the balls. Even if it was just a little. It wasn’t his first slip, but this time you clearly had enough of him. Now that your sister had run off with the carriage, you were left to return home on your own. Waiting for the carriage to return to the estate of this night’s ball would take awfully long.

Rubbing your arms gently, you hesitantly decided what to do. Go or stay? Slightly turning your head you noticed in the corner of your eye a figure approach. Once you fully got a glimpse of him, you rolled your eyes with annoyance. – “Y/n.” – Colin said approaching you. – “Good night Mr. Bridgerton.” – you answered coldly turning your posture away from him. – “Do you not need a chaperone?” – he asked making you stop in your way. With a deep sigh, trying to temper your annoyance down, you turned back to him.

“Certainly not from you.” – you answered with a forced smile. He stared confused at you. Trying to process the meaning of your words. He slightly came closer to you. – “Did…did I say something to offend you?” – he questioned. You scoffed making him furrow his brows dumbfound. Colin and you hadn’t been the closest, yet he considered himself acquainted with you through your sister. – “To my sister you did!” – you bit back finding his act of stupidity tiring.

“Pen?” – Colin. – “I…I don’t understand.” – he answered. – “Why do you minimize my sister?” – you asked him boldly. Colin was taken back by your reply, looking surprised at you. – “Minimize… no, Y/n… I…I wrote to your sister everyday this summer with little reply.” – he said with a charming smile. You smiled in return as Colin flourished from seeing you smile. Yet your smile had other intensions. – “Oh, yes I know all about the letters you wrote her. Letting her know about all your adventures. I am well aware of that Colin!” – you pressured on.

Colin chuckled nervously. – “Are… are you going to make me say it out loud?” – he responded feeling a bit foolish. You quirked your eyebrow up unintrigued. – “I missed her.” – he told you. You busted out in a laugh. – “You miss her?” – you positioned yourself stronger, fiercer to go up against your sister’s good friend. – “You miss her, but you would never court her is that correct?”

“Y/n I…” – Colin started finally losing a bit of his boyish foolishness towards you. – “I overheard you!” – you called out. – “At my mama’s ball last season… telling everyone you would never ever court Penelope Featherington.” – You felt yourself get a bit emotional, defending your sister against her best friend. Against the one she loved. Some voices approached as it drew Colin’s attention briefly away from you. – “Bridgerton.” – one of them greeted as they passed. Colin bowed his head to them before leaning a bit closer to you. Lowering his voice he spoke – “Perhaps we should go where there’s somewhere private?” – he suggested.

“Because I embarrass you?” – you said loud enough for anyone walking around to hear. – “My sister can change her entire wardrobe and gain confidence but that would never take away that she is the laughingstock of the ton.” – you outed in anger. – “My sister doesn’t deserve a cruel man like yourself in her life.” – you picked up the hem of your dress. – “Good night Sir!” - you saluted coldly at him before taking off in the night. Colin watched you leave with a certain guilt eating at him.

Two days later you were with your sisters and mama at a garden event. Your sisters sitting down in a chair underneath a tent, waving themselves some cool. Your mother was chatting with some of the other mother’s. You had no idea where Penelope was. You on the other hand were playing battledores and shuttlecock’s with some of the other season’s participants.

You stood on one side with a girl you were quite familiar with. On the other side were two gentleman. The shuttlecock went high up in the air as the boys knocked it to each other. You were waiting for the shuttlecock to come your way to hit it to her and then back to the boys without it touching the ground.

Somehow your attention got drawn away from the heavens. Seeing Colin Bridgerton clearly look for someone not far from you. – “Miss Y/n!” – one of the men called out as the shuttlecock went your way. Your attention was back as you calculated the moment your battledore hit the shuttlecock. The shuttlecock went up in the air as you thought back of annoying Colin.

The shuttlecock came down once more as you needed to pass it to your companion. Yet you let the shuttlecock come lower, batting it away with your battledore towards Colin. You watched as it hit him in the head. The shuttlecock fell in his hand as he looked down at it confusingly. Rubbing his sore head with the other one. The girl at your side pointed firmly at Colin to go and fetch it. You sighed loud going over to him. The moment Colin noticed you approach, he dropped to a bow. – “My shuttlecock.” – you said offering your hand for him to lay it in.

“You hit me.” – Colin responded. – “Must have slipped.” – you responded sarcastic. Colin was all but amused. – “Now my shuttlecock.” – you insisted upon. Colin was about to give it to you till he changed his mind last moment. He had taken a deep breath, moving the shuttlecock behind his back. – “I’ll give it back if you allow me to apologise first.” – he started throwing a charming smile at you. – “You should apologise to my sister.” – you made clear not wanting an apology from him.

Colin tensed his jaw, as he had hoped for another outcome. – “I…Y/n.” – he sighed out. – “I don’t require your useless apology. My sister needs to be apologized to.” – you told him clearly. Colin sighed loud getting worked up by your attitude towards him. – “Fine! If you don’t accept my apology, you might not even deserve it.” – he snapped back. – “I don’t even want it!” – you fired back. – “Fine!” – he finished. – “Fine!” – you repeated loud.

“Good luck getting this back than!” – he showed you the shuttlecock again. You slapped your hand at it as Colin had pulled it away in time. – “Give it back!” – you called out to him, getting some attention from bystanders. – “You don’t deserve this.” – he mocked, taunting you by showing you the shuttlecock just out of reach. You groaned annoyed as he moved it behind his back. You knocked into him full force to reach for it behind his back. A bit too forceful perhaps?

Colin stumbled backwards as you fell with him. With a loud oof fell you on him. Now having the full attention of those around you. You were very much aware of the staring eyes. You pushed yourself hard off him. He felt the air get sucked out of his lungs. – “Eat it!” – you cursed at him storming off. Colin sat up, swallowing nervously at the sudden attention. Getting up, he saw Penelope look his way. He shamefully turned his head away, getting up and taking his leave.

Lights were flickering in the warmth of the room. Music filled the room. Dancers were taking in the centre of the room. You stood by the side with your two other sisters and mama. Your gaze went across the room. When your eyes fell upon Colin, you glared at him. He glared back at you, turning his head proudly away. You stubbornly looked away as well. Looking down, you fidgeted on your dress. Somehow it pained you to see him act so coldly towards you.

You didn’t intend on doing so but the more time you spend with Colin, arguing and bickering, the more you felt drawn to him. You shouldn’t be falling for him, but yet you were. Some novels say that you grow more attracted to those things you hate the most with frequency. This might be the case for Mr. Bridgerton and you. Mama nudged you hard making you lift your chin back up. She gestured to you, to smile so you could attract more eligible men.

Not being in the mood for her interfering, you took off. Blending through the crowd to escape her. Pushing yourself through the crowd. Coming to a brief stop, you came face to face with your sister Penelope. Your eyes widened briefly before you rushed off to the hallway to avoid her. Penelope blended with the crowd, lowering her head when she saw Colin near. He was clearly in pursuit of someone.

Almost panting he disappeared through the same door you had left moments ago. It made Penelope think doubtfully. You exhaled loud setting your hands on the desk from the room you had run off to. Clutching your heart, you felt it beat faster. Faster then it normally did. Was this Colin’s doing? Shaking your head you didn’t want to think about him. It was wrong to think of his that way. Your sister was madly in love with him. You couldn’t… not for the sake of her. – “Y/n.” – you jumped back startled at the hearing of your voice.

Colin had entered the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. You rounded the desk, creating more distance between you and him. – “Shouldn’t you dance with my sister.” – you sarcastically suggested to him. He exhaled soft, practically done with your flight modus. Done with how you kept pushing yourself away and shoving your sister to the front. – “Y/n.” – Colin started as you didn’t want to hear it. – “You keep doing it Colin. You keep minimizing my sister.” – you told him.

“Ignoring every hint she throws at you, and you too blind to see it. I hate how you ridicule my sister’s feelings towards you. She is not some object.” – you ranted out as Colin came nearer, going round the desk to reach you. – “You tell her you miss her, but you won’t court her. Why?” – you asked desperate. – “I can’t court her.” – he answered standing face to face with you.

“Why?” – you repeated wanting to have a clear answer. Colin felt himself be swept up by the heated moment. – “I just can’t.” – he responded loudly feeling his hands tremble to get a hold on you. – “Answer me. Clearly!” – you called out getting up in his face. – “Because I want you!” – Colin shouted back, practically panting from the tension released inside of him. Your eyes widened.

Colin grabbed for your face. The hell with being a gentleman. The hell with your reputation and his. In this moment he just wanted you. He forced himself forwards, pressing his lips on yours. Your gaze widened more at his touch. His lips gently brushing against yours as you fell under his spell. Giving in to the sensation as it was beyond this world.

Butterflies flattering around inside till they suddenly dropped with realisation. Guilt. You pushed Colin off, breaking off the kiss. Colin blinked confused at you breaking it off. Stunned you held your hand before your mouth. As if something was stolen from your lips. A kiss perhaps? – “My sister…” – you whispered out knowing just how much she loved him. – “Y/n…” – Colin said wanting to approach you.

“No!” – you called out clear, taking a step back. – “I…I can’t do this…” – you told him running around the desk. Throwing the door open and taking your leave. Colin went around the desk as well, standing in the door opening. One last attempt to call out to you, but you were out of reach.

Exhaling deep, he lowered his head, heart broken at the loss of touch. He never courted Penelope but he found himself falling for you. Her sister. The sister that yelled at him. That wasn’t afraid to speak back even when some might find it out of turn. He liked how sincere you were, but also caring and free. A bright personality when one got to know you, truly know you.

Penelope bit the sour apple down. A single tear fell down her cheek, yet her face stood bitter. Bitter with hatred for what she had just seen. Her own sister fleeing a room with Colin Bridgerton showing himself in the door opening. It was clear to anyone that you had been in there privately with him.

Penelope made her way to the carriage. Rushing to get home. In the carriage she pulled out a piece of parchment from her reticule. The carriage hobbled yet she maintained balance. Taking out a pencil, she set it down on the parchment.

Dearest gentile reader…

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