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𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

₊° - 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧!𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

₊° - 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺/𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨?

(𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵)

☾ ⋆*·ﾟ:⋆*·ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:·ﾟ .: ⋆*·ﾟ: .⋆

𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀. 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 <3

₊° - 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝘪 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 (𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢) - 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰

𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱 (𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢) - 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰

𝘐𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘦: 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰 - 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘪

𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯,𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 - 𝘬𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞... from their family's grasp and were hidden in the background of the ballroom, quietly observing the debacle happening in front of them.

"So many dimwits." Eloise muttered, her voice laced with annoyance, “Look at them— parading in their silly, shiny dresses.”

It received a snicker from her sister next to her, “You’re wearing a silly shiny dress.”

Eloise rolled her eyes, "Do not remind me," She made a move to walk away, but she was tugged back by her elbow.

"What- Where are you going? Do not leave me here all alone!" Y/N whisper-yelled, slightly panicked at the prospect of being left alone in a room full of strangers.

Eloise sighed and dropped her arms to her side in a tired huff, "I hate it here."

"Eloise, please?”

"I think the sole reason you're not being approached is standing right here, next to you,” She gestured to herself, her ballspende dangling around her wrist, “I am the local lunatic. I am fairly sure that boys will be lining up in front of you as soon as I take my leave. Toodles." She grumbled as she stuffed another pastry in her mouth before turning to make her leave, but the man approaching them had almost made her choke on her bite as she tried to finish it as fast as she could. Her cheeks were filled like a squirrel, and even if Y/N knew her sister wasn’t one for proper etiquettes, even this disgusted her.

“Eloise?” Y/N noticed the pure horror on her sister’s face.

"The Prince is coming! Quick!" She mumbled through her full mouth, trying to quickly swallow her bite down, and harshly nudged her sister's side so the girl would straighten her posture.

From the other side of the room, Viscountess Kate hadn't lost sight of the girls for even a second but had decided to give them their space, knowing how she had hated the times where her mother or Lady Danbury had breathed down her neck during such occasions. However, she excused herself from Violet's side as soon as she saw the royal approach her sisters-in-law. She excused herself left and right as she softly pushed through the crowd.

Before the two Bridgerton’s had time to prepare, prince Felipe of Spain had already stopped before them to properly introduce himself. His hand was held up to Y/N, an invitation to get acquainted. Feeling somewhat alienated by the whole sudden turn of events, Y/N Bridgerton looked at his outstretched hand in bewilderment. Then her eyes went up to his face, where a gentle smile was waiting for her. She bit her lip to withhold a word of profanity from leaving her lips when the tip of Eloise’s shoe harshly hit her ankle, but she took the sign and held the prince’s hand before curtsying. Eloise quickly bowed as well, albeit less gracefully, and watched as prince Felipe planted a gentle kiss on her sister’s knuckles. He momentarily turned to Eloise, acknowledging her prescense,

"It is my pleasure to meet you both.” He dipped his head to the side, growing unsure, “I am not from here, so forgive me if your name is lost on me. But before you tell me— might I ask where your chaperone is?” Prince Felipe noticed the two girls standing alone, not finding it appropriate or respectful to strike a conversation without someone there to oversee the encounter.

Y/N looked to her right, where Kate suddenly appeared in her signature purple coloured dress that flowed freely behind her and swayed through the crowd, her beauty almost stealing their thunder. But the Prince still only had eyes for the young woman in front of him.

“Forgive me, your Grace.” Kate curtsied and introduced herself before turning to the younger Bridgerton’s “Allow me to introduce you to Lady Eloise and Lady Y/N Bridgerton.” She squeezed Y/N’s lower arm in a motherly manner, her eyes filled with pride now that she looked at the two girls in their exquisite dresses. They hadn’t been that young when Kate first met them, but oh my had they grown into two beautiful ladies.

“Ah, Bridgerton!” Prince Felipe nodded in recognition, and all three women had to withhold a wince, afraid only the drop of their name had just ruined any chance they might have had. Of course, the prince knew about them. The Bridgerton's had been the talk of the city. For obvious reasons, both good and bad.

Felipe gave Eloise a gentle smile as well, who hoped there were no remains of the pastry coating her face, but it was clear to anyone that he had approached the two sisters to talk to Y/N. People had started to stop and stare and Violet gasped in admiration and put a hand over her mouth once she realised where Kate had walked off to.

“Anthony-” Violet tapped her son’s arm to get his attention, her eyes never leaving her daughters on the other side of the room. Anthony followed her line of sight and pursed his lips in curiosity. Though the young prince of Spain was known to be a gentle soul, it was still Anthony's younger sisters they were talking about, so with narrowed eyes, he watched his wife and sisters talk to his Majesty.

Prince Felipe turned back to Y/N after having noticed most of the ball had stopped after his entrance, and were now staring.

“I was up there, watching for a while, preparing. I noticed you almost right away,” A hint of a blush appeared on the apples of his cheeks at the small confession, “I did not want to bother you at first, afraid you might not have felt well because you kept to yourself, but it seems that the men here should be ashamed of themselves to let a young woman like you stand on her own the whole evening and deprive her of a lovely dance." He spoke near perfect English, and the accent that was heard was a nice touch to his character. His sentence would've sounded a bit too cocky, had it not been for the genuine tone of voice and the bashful smile on his face that both left Y/N completely baffled.

Of course, they had let her stand to the side, not asking her for even one tiny dance. No one wanted anything to do with any Bridgerton, not anymore. But the prince wasn't from here, so even if he did know their family, Y/N wasn't so sure if he was aware of everything that had happened.

"Oh-“ She swallowed, sneaking a quick glance to her right, to Kate, who gave her an encouraging smile, “Your words are too kind, your Grace." At a loss for what else to say to the man in front of her, Y/N’s eyes wandered to the people behind him, only momentarily. But it had been enough for her to make eye contact with the woman approaching the crown prince of Spain.

Her sun kissed skin perfectly complimented her emerald ballgown, and her equally as green eyes mended wonderfully together with her brown wavy locks. Each and every girl that night had her hair neatly tucked away in a fashionable and ball appropriate hairdo, but this girl seemed to not care about etiquettes or traditions, as her wavy locks were only slightly held back by a clip on the back of her head, the rest of her hair falling down her back and chest and flowing freely.

Y/N caught herself enamoured by the mysterious woman now coming to a stop behind the prince,

Too focused on the woman, she adsentmindedly mumbled out, “Your Spanish- it’s formidable.”

Eloise's snort made her look up and realise her mistake, "I mean- your English, pardon me, your Grace.“ Her cheeks and ears turned crimson, suffocating her even more in this stuffy ballroom.

But Felipe only smiled, finding it adorable, “It is quite alright, Lady Y/N." Prince Felipe noticed who she was glancing at and put his hand on the brunette’s back, softly guiding her to stand beside him, "This is my sister, princess Graciela.”

Both Eloise, Kate and Y/N curtsied immediately, but the Spanish girl let out a breathy chuckle, "I know how painfully uncomfortable it is to bow when the air is being squeezed out of your lungs by a corset, so, please, rise." She too spoke perfect English, and Y/N found herself smiling at hearing the woman's voice, which had sounded like honey gliding off a silver spoon.

With a raised eyebrow, the prince switched the attention and brought it back to why he had approached the Bridgertons in the first place, “Lady Bridgerton, would you do me the honour of a dance? I would regret it deeply tomorrow morning if I had kept you standing here." Felipe’s voice brought Y/N back to the young man in front of her. She curtsied and nodded gently, letting the prince take her hand to guide her through the dancing couples who had quickly continued their waltzes.

Although hesitant, Y/N still knew she couldn't refuse the prince's request for a dance, even if she had rather stayed back with Eloise or perhaps try to exchange a few words with the prince's twin sister. Refusing a prince meant people would talk and that meant she would inevitably be the next scandal in the Whistledown. Their family had dodged that bullet before. Trying to do so a third time would be a dumb move, especially if she could prevent it by just dancing with the boy. Any other girl would have found it a great honour, so why did it not make her heart beat faster? Because, in all honesty, she could care less about a dance.

Violet Bridgerton watched with an anticipating grin on her face, but tried to play it down as she saw every other mother watch her way in envy or amazement. First Daphne, now Y/N? What was their secret to catching the eyes of dukes and princes? The look on Anthony's face was hard to read. His chin was raised and the usual stoic expression washed over his face as he looked through the room, meeting the gazes of everyone staring between them and the royals, but somewhere underneath, mixed with the protectiveness he still felt when another man held one of his baby sisters close, there was pride and joy bubbling under the surface. And hope, hope that Y/N, just like Daphne, would find her happy ending, something that their father would have wanted too.

As Y/N's sister and closest friend, Eloise had no trouble reading the girl's troubled features. Her kind eyes twinkled and her face displayed a gentle smile, at least that was what a stranger would see. To Eloise it was clear that her sister could not be feeling more out of place. It was evident in Y/N's eyes and by the way she glanced at the boy guiding her. Her heart wasn’t in it. She wasn’t smitten like every other girl if they so even looked the prince’s way. Eloise snorted to herself and continued eating the pastry she had stuffed away mere moments before.

"Not your thing either, I take it?”

Eloise turned around in an instant, smiling cheekily, curtsying clumsily, before quickly wiping her mouth with the edge of her sleeve, something that would've earned a pointed comment from her mother, had the woman not been too focused on Y/N and the prince.

Princess Graciela now stood beside her, hands tucked together behind her back as she scanned the crowd, an amused smile on her face after having seen Eloise's reaction to her presence. Kate glared slightly, but she meant well, wanting to keep Eloise in line, especially in front of a royal.

The princess continued, "Not my type of night either, but I am afraid I had no other choice— part of my birthright.” Her eyes set in disdain as she mumbled the last few words, almost as if she was ashamed others might hear her. She leaned closer to whisper into Eloise’s ear, “See them looking? They stare and stare but they are too frightened to even approach, let alone ask me to dance. As if I am made of pure arsenic.” She tutted quietly, “Another thing that comes with being born this way…” Princess Graciela’s eyes glazed over, as if she was thinking of something else, her mind wandering off, “-but that... I am grateful for."

Eloise chuckled, completely forgetting to stand straight and act properly in front of a royal, "Well, too bad I can't use that excuse. My mother has threatened to kill me if I keep rejecting dances.” She turned to the right, where Kate stood a few steps to the side, a smile on her face as she watched Y/N dance with the prince. Rendering it safe, Eloise continued, “Why are you thankful for that? Are you not like all the other girls who just love to have a dance with charming, gallantly young boys?" It suddenly seemed to dawn on Eloise again who she was talking to, and a look of panic struck her face. Graciela waved her off, liking how Eloise was talking to her like a friend, not bowing down to lay at her feet because she was a royal.

“Is she your friend?" Princess Graciela nodded towards the couples dancing together, “The woman my brother already seems to be enamoured by.”

Eloise followed the princess' line of sight and shook her head, "Sister, actually.”

She heard the princess hum beside her and she too focused back on the crowd, where her sister was being guided along the dance floor by the prince.

Y/N seemed to have trouble looking the poor boy in his eyes, as her eyes instead scanned each and every face but his. Eventually, they landed on her sister’s, then on the princess standing next to her. As they locked eyes, the look on Y/N's face changed like it hadn't before, like it hadn't when Felipe had looked her in the eye previously, or even now when he was holding her close. Y/N quickly looked away when she was guided around, thankful for the disruption of their eye-contact as she could hide the slight blush on her face. Though it could have clearly passed off as a healthy blush due to all the dancing.

“She looks like a gentle and wise young woman."

"Silly and stubborn, you mean." Eloise let out a laugh, before she realised she couldn't afford to ruin Y/N's chances with the prince, "Oh- um, sisters... you know? Always having it out for each other..." She let out a breathy chuckle, knowing she needed to set this right quickly, "Y/N is a lovely sister. She has a habit of naturally making people feel at ease. She’s generous and always interested in learning new things- oh, best not to forget the fire in her belly that all we Bridgerton's have. She excels at painting, but finds solace in playing musical instruments too. Violin, especially. The amount of times I wanted to throw that fiddle of hers into our estate’s pond because she kept playing and playing…“ Eloise rambled, but was content with the entertained smile on Graciela’s face that made it clear she had helped made an impression.

"She sounds like a pleasure to be around," Graciela spoke, her eyes not having left Y/N at all, even if the girl had made it her duty to ignore the princess’s gaze from now on. “You're Bridgertons, right?”

"Oh no...” Eloise shrunk and made a face, “You've read Whistledown?"

“Of course, I have. Doesn’t everyone find it thrilling to read about secret rendezvous and scandals?”

Eloise winced slightly, knowing all that the Whistledown had said about her and her family, “Right… thrilling.”

Graciela noticed something was afoot, and clarified herself, “It shows we’re human after all, and that we’re all the same in one way or another. And don’t fret, I’m smart enough to know that a rumour is just that— a false story. Even if they do make for the most delicious and entertainingly ridiculous tales.“ She gave Eloise a playful smile, trying to ease her nerves. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Lady Bridgerton." Princess Graciela walked away and disappeared into the crowd of dancing men and women, until Eloise caught sight of her again as she appeared dancing with a young boy right next to Y/N and the prince.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t dance?” Felipe quirked an eyebrow and smirked playfully as he spoke to his sister. He turned Y/N around before his hands moved back to appropriately hold onto her waist.

Graciela grinned wickedly, “I was feeling bold.” Her eyes locked with Y/N's and the corner of her mouth quirked up. Y/N’s eyes widened ever so slightly before she forced herself to finally look into Felipe’s eyes instead.

Felipe rolled his eyes at her jesting and brought the attention back to the girl in his arms. "Free spirit, that one.” He clarified, smiling, before grabbing Y/N's hand to twirl her once more, sending the ends of her dress flowing before they wrapped around her legs. "You're different." He noted, quirking his head to the side while he examined Y/N's face with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Different how, your Grace?" Y/N loosened her grip on his shoulder, feeling suffocated by the situation and all the eyes on her. She focused on the golden embroidery on his collar instead.

"Forgive me for being so blunt, I don't mean to come across too self-assured, but you're... not besotted with me, not like the others are." He sounded insecure as if he had ruined his chances by saying something so stupid.

"Your Grace, I’ve only just met you." Y/N let out a gentle smile, as she was taught. She straightened her posture once more, keeping up the act.

Felipe immediately wished he could take it back, feeling like a fool. "Yes! Which I am grateful for! I meant... you don't seem to care about my royal status. You're calm… collected and you don't giggle at everything I say, even if it isn’t funny at all."

Seeing the Prince squirm before her, took away some of the pressure she was feeling. So, she replied, “Should I? Giggle at everything you say?"

Felipe saw the playful smile across the young Bridgerton's face and let out a relieved sigh, "No! Please, don't!" He laughed heartily, "I much prefer it this way. Would you-"

Felipe got interrupted as the couples switched, Y/N landing with a random man who gave her a kind smile, Felipe landing with one of the obsessed girls he had previously mentioned. His eyes scanned the crowd, not leaving Y/N's face as soon as he found her again.

"He can't keep his eyes off of her!" Violet gushed, nudging Anthony who remained quiet as he stood with his hands behind his back, quietly observing the whole ordeal.

On the other side of the room, Eloise noticed the same— though it was princess Graciela who couldn't keep her eyes off Y/N from her place in the room. She knew how this worked, Graciela was just looking out for her brother, it was nothing different from Anthony throwing dangerous glances the prince's way, or when Kate would shoo away each and every man she deemed not worthy of her younger sister Edwina. It was only fair that princess Graciela, as a woman, would be able to read the women her brother curtsied better than he himself, especially if one of the girls already made his heart thump loudly against his chest. Being royal probably added additional stress. She couldn't blame Graciela for being too careful.

The young man who was now dancing with the Bridgerton, seemed too shy to even look her in the eye or strike up a conversation, afraid he'd be too much of a disappointment after the Prince of Spain. He barely even touched her, feeling Felipe and everyone else in the room watching him.

"Where's Eloise?" Violet suddenly realised, knowing that Eloise would probably try to sneak out now that Y/N was the centre of attention. She looked to her eldest son, who saw the conflict in her eyes. She didn't want to miss a second of Y/N's first steps into the Ton, especially now that she had the attention of a royal, but she also very well knew Eloise would take the first carriage home if she got the chance.

"I’ll keep an eye on Y/N. And I need to deal with them," Anthony noted, his attention shifting to the group of boys hesitantly approaching him— suitors for Y/N who only now seemed to see the girl’s potential after the prince had taken the initiative.

Violet looked at her dancing daughter once more, knowing she would be alright with her eldest brother there. However, a distant but striking memory made her grab her son's sleeve and whisper in his ear, "Don't you dare make another one of those stupid mistakes as with Daphne and Lord Berbrooke."

"I won't! I promise."

Violet nodded curtly, lifted up her skirts so she wouldn't trip, and quickly made her way out of the room, in search of Eloise.

The dancing couples switched partners once more, and Felipe all but groaned when Graciela smoothly danced her way in front of Y/N, the girl's hands snaking to softly rest on Y/N's waist, even if the Bridgerton girl seemed shocked and unsure of her new dancing companion. The princess ignored the looks she was getting, the gasps people were letting out, or how she heard her brother call out her name in protest.

With wide eyes and pure terror in her eyes, Y/N quicky muttered, "Your Grace, I'm sure this isn't how this dance is-"

"You almost look repulsed. Have you never seen two girls dance before?" The princess teased, a challenging look in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side, taking in the small details of Y/N's features that she could now make out from their new close distance. ”Should we not be able to dance without a man? Have they not taken enough from us already?" She said it so easily while she looked around, greeting people left and right with a wide smile, as if she hadn't just put each man around her in a bad light. “Why are you all so modest over here?”

Y/N let out a shaky sigh, one filled with nerves and the fear of rejection, judgement and shame. Graciela held her tight but still ever so gently. Dancing with Graciela was so different from dancing with Felipe. It wasn't only the obvious male and female differences, like their height or the lack of big muscles in the girl’s arms holding her close. While Felipe had smelled of nothing to Y/N's liking, Graciela smelled fresh yet sultry... like mystery, like flowers blooming in the night, where no one was ever around to see but that didn't stop them from blooming anyway. Y/N’s eyes quickly glanced around the room, seeing confusion and disapproval on the faces around her.

Even if their dance encounter had barely lasted ten seconds, the princess noticed the hesitance in Y/N's steps, and horror on the Bridgerton's face, and so she let go, a childlike grin on her face as to not alarm the spectators, showing them they were just two young girls being silly at a dance. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“I apologise, Lady Bridgerton.“ Her voice came out as soft as a whisper, and as everyone twirled their partner around, she disappeared into the hands of another while Felipe made his way back to Y/N Bridgerton.

And with that, Y/N's mood was ruined. She couldn't quite put a finger on why, but something caged inside her had felt like another cage had just locked her further away. This was proof she would never be truly happy, never be able to live her life like she wanted to. She would always only be able to be someone others wanted her to be, she could only show what others wanted to see. Because they were always watching, that was just the way it was. Even now, strangers looked at her and narrowed their eyes. Either they saw a tainted Bridgerton or a naive little girl, but whatever it was, she hated it. She hated how she had to dance with men she didn't ever want to grow old with, just to appease the ton. It was her life, was it not?

A cold sweat suddenly coated her neck, and she felt lightheaded at all the twirling and waltzing. The stuffy air wasn’t doing wonders either. She needed to get out of there, and quick.

She took a step back and stumbled out of Felipe’s arms, “I need to look for my sister." She quickly came up with, using all her energy on trying to focus on the path out and thus forgetting the proper formalities. She rushed off the ballroom floor, through the crowd and out of the room, painfully aware of all the eyes on her as she left, and how she had left the crown prince of Spain all on his own, who was too stunned to move as he could only watch her run away from him. Heat rose to her cheeks immediately at the thought and at the realisation that she could very well be the talk of the city tomorrow, especially if Lady Whistledown had seen it all unfold as well. But she knew she couldn’t go back now. Even the chilly weather outside could not help cool her down, but at least she was alone.

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rubysunnday · 2 years

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just keep breathing, darling

requested by anon: Hi bestie! I’m obsessed with your work. I was wondering if you could do a bridgerton sister!reader where it’s the readers debut and she’s at her first ball. Maybe the reader becomes overwhelmed with everything and begins to panic but her brothers are there to help her through and protect her. (I’m wary of saying she has a panic attack just in case you aren’t comfortable writing that which is totally fine!) Thank you for your amazing work! Xx

requested by @freyathehuntress: Heyyy so I just read your newest story about Colin and I loveeeee. The part about the queen being concern really caught my attention though I'm not sure why. Can you write a story maybe like similar to Edwina and the queen's relationship. Like I want to see a nice Queen Charlotte bonding scene.

requested by anon: can you please do another bridgerton sister with her brothers being protective because she feels ill at a ball or someone is making her uncomfortable at a ball?

summary: panic attacks are a bitch but are ever so slightly easier with two older brothers around

Y/N was terrified.

Ok, that might have been a slight exaggeration, but there was a knot of anxiety in her stomach and she felt as if she desperately needed to pee - despite having gone before she left her room.

Having her first ball be at Aubery Hall was perhaps the only thing keeping her anxiety from boiling over. She knew where she was and she knew where to go if she needed to run away.

A first ball is usually an exciting time for a young lady. But Y/N had seen how the men of the ton were eyeing her and she knew, that the moment she was left unchaperoned, she would become overwhelmed by them.

Even the candles were overwhelming her - their heat and the constant flickering irritating her beyond belief.

"Just breathe, dearest," Violet said, squeezing her daughter's hand reassuringly. "It will all be fine."

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath in. "I'm fine - a little nervous."

"Which is understandable, Y/N," Violet told her. "This is your first time at a ball - it would be overwhelming for anyone. All you need to do is remember what we practised and keep calm."

Y/N bit her lip and looked up at the ballroom, taking in the sights. Of course, she was excited - how could she not be? But this first ball would dictate how the rest of her season went - how the rest of her life went.

"Mr Clarke, it is a pleasure to see you," Violet said, nudging Y/N gently.

Y/N snapped to attention and curtsied to Mr Clarke, remembering what Daphne had told her. "Mr Clarke."

"Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton," Mr Clarke bowed to them both , "it is a delight to see you again."

"How is your mother?" Violet asked.

"She is doing better - wishes she could be here tonight, of course." Mr Clarke chuckled.

Violet smiled, nodding. "Of course. My daughter, Y/N, here would love a dance, Mr Clarke, if you are available, that is?"

Y/N's head turned sharply to face her mother, trying to disguise the horror on her face.

"I would be honoured," Mr Clarke said, nodding. He looked at Y/N. "Miss Bridgerton."

Y/N held out her dance card and let Mr Clarke scribble his name down next to the first dance. He then held out his hand to her and she gingerly took it, holding his fingers.

Mr Clarke guided her onto the dance floor, settling them in the middle of the room, amongst the rest of the dancers.

"Just relax, Miss Bridgerton," Mr Clarke said, chuckling. "It is one step back, two steps forward."

"I apologise if I step on your toes," Y/N muttered, placing her hands on his arms.

"Believe me, I am more than used to it, do not worry."

Mr Clarke was the perfect first dance partner. He didn't flinch whenever Y/N missed a step, stepped on his toes, or got tangled in her dress. He simply smiled and helped her adjust herself.

The first dance ended and Y/N curtsied to Mr Clarke, thanking him for being such a lovely partner. Y/N turned around, bidding him farewell, and took a surprised step back at the sight of a large group of men standing in her way, waiting for her.

Y/N swallowed, feeling her throat tightening as her anxiety returned. She looked around for her mother - for any sign of a friendly face - but saw none. The gentlemen began to approach her, all calling out her name, gathering around her in an unorganised - yet, strangely organised - way.

"Miss Bridgerton, may I have a dance?"

"Miss Bridgerton, would you like a drink?"

Miss Bridgerton -"

She could barely keep track of who was calling her name. Y/N turned her head frantically left to right, trying to work out how to deal with the mass of eager gentlemen in front of her.

"I apologise, gentlemen, please excuse me," Y/N said quickly, curtseying to them and then dashing away.

She practically ran out into the corridor, walking until she was far away from the ballroom. It wasn't until she was in the foyer did she feel safe. Y/N leant back against the wall, breathing hard. She put a hand on her chest, feeling her heart racing. Everything overwhelmed her, even the distant sound of the music from the ballroom.

Y/N took a gasping breath in through her mouth, trying to calm her heart and brain down. She felt as if she had run a mile and she could not catch her breath. Y/N closed her eyes, tilting her head back until it hit the wall.

"Sister?"

Her eyes flew open and she lifted her head up, looking down the corridor. Anthony and Benedict stood near the entrance to the ballroom, both looking at her with matched expressions of concern.

Y/N almost sobbed at the familiar sight of her brothers. Her shoulders began to shake as the tears took over and she slowly slid down the wall, falling to the floor, her knees bent against her chest.

Footsteps rushed towards her and Y/N could feel her brothers surround her, their trouser legs and suit jackets brushing against her. She blindly reached out, gripping onto someone's arm as her chest tightened. She bounced her leg up and down, trying to stop this awful feeling.

"Sister, I need you to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, ok?" Anthony said gently, putting a hand on her knee. "I know it feels impossible, but just try."

Y/N nodded. She took a deep breath in through her nose and then let it out in a gust through her mouth, unable to hold it in. Benedict squeezed her hand and Y/N realised it had been him she'd blindly reached out for.

"That's it, in and out," Anthony repeated, his tone calming.

It wasn't the first time Y/N had had a panic attack. It was something she had seemingly inherited from her eldest brother and it was often Anthony who would talk her down and sit with her until it passed.

The first time she remembered having one, she'd been sixteen and at the queen's garden party. Nothing, in particular, set her off - she had been absent-mindedly watching the fountain - when she found that everything was becoming too much and that her heart was racing.

Anthony, bless him, had turned around at a tap on his shoulder and come face to face with his sixteen-year-old sister who looked as if she was going to pass out. He'd guided her away from the crowds and caught her as her knees gave way and the panic truly began to set in.

He'd sat beside her until she'd calmed down and had explained to her how he too often experienced panic attacks and how he coped with them.

"That's it," Anthony said gently, reaching up and brushing the strands of hair back. "Come on, lie down for a moment."

He gently pushed Y/N down onto Benedict's lap, carefully tucking her legs together and untangling her dress. Anthony was used to this - he had found himself in this position many times too, listening to Benedict and Colin ramble on about something as he waited for his heart to calm down.

Benedict began threading this fingers through Y/N's hair, careful to not upset the pinned up pieces. Y/N snuggled into him, tucking one hand under her cheek.

"I'm sorry," Y/N mumbled, "this is ridiculous."

"It isn't," Anthony reassured, rubbing his thumb along her arm. "These things happen. Lady Danbury has calmed me down more times than I can remember. It's a natural reaction - it isn't a nice one - but it is normal."

"There were just so many people, all calling my name -"

"And there always will be, at least for the first few years," Anthony sat down next to her, straightening his legs out. "It's like putting a diamond in a room and setting a bunch of magpies on it - they all want the diamond."

"I am hardly a diamond," Y/N scoffed.

Benedict snorted. "More of an emerald, I dare say."

Anthony smiled. "But you can always say no, Y/N. If everything becomes too much, apologise and say no and walk away. Give yourself five minutes and then return - no one will know anything happened."

"Daphne never had to excuse herself."

"Oh, she did - many times. She just never let anyone see," Anthony said. "You have to be a bit like a swan if you want an analogy. Calm on the surface but frantic and chaotic underneath."

"That is just any water bird, Anthony," Y/N replied.

"My point still stands."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head slightly at her elder brother. She'd always been grateful for her siblings, especially growing up. But it was now, as they all grew older and moved apart, that she realised how grateful she truly was.

"I heard my emerald has made a great escape!"

The three Bridgerton's turned sharply to look down the corridor at whoever had stumbled upon them. The queen walked towards them, alone, smiling. Y/N almost rolled off Benedict's lap as she struggled to stand up.

"No, please, do not worry," the queen said, coming to a stop in front of them. "I merely wanted to make sure my emerald was alright. I too have experience panic attacks - the horrible things."

Y/N sat up, leaning back against the wall. "I do hate them."

"I am not surprised. They catch you by surprise at the most inconvenient times," the queen replied, smiling down at her. "I had one in the middle of my coronation, you know. But, alas, we must carry on. The world will not stop turning, unfortunately."

"No, unfortunately, it does not," Y/N repeated, nodding.

The Queen clasped her hands together. "Now, do you feel up to returning? I have someone I would like you to meet."

Y/N nodded eagerly. "Of course, your majesty."

Anthony and Benedict both helped her up. Benedict silently fixed her hair, straightening her tiara for her.

"Come along, my dear." The queen held out her gloved hand to Y/N who, after a moment's hesitation, took it. "He is a truly lovely person. His name is Henry and he is a duke from somewhere in Norfolk - I forget where."

Anthony chuckled to himself as he watched the queen walk Y/N back to the ballroom, holding her hand the entire time. The two had formed a weird bond ever since her debut a few days ago - much to their mother's delight.

But, if it meant one more person looking out for his sister, then he wasn't going to complain. Well, not too much, anyway.

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Hi! Could you do a Bridgerton sibling reader (youngest) where she has like ADHD and she’s like 7 or 8 and during an important dinner for the adults she comes down because she has something very “important” to show her mother and everyone just finds her adorable

A/N- This is such a cute request I love it!

Warnings- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 663

Summary- Anthony has gathered the adults of his family to hopefully win over the Sharmas for a proposal when his younger sister interrupts.

Lightning Bugs

“I am soooo boreeeed” I cry out throwing myself dramatically on the floor.

Eloise rushes over excitedly “We can always discuss some Lady Whistledown theories!”

I roll over onto my face and let out an even bigger groan.

Colin hushes me “You do not want Anthony to come out and scold you, do you? He is very busy trying to win over the Sharmas with Mother and Daphne. ”

“Ugh, you guys are no fun! Come on Gregory and Hyacinth!” I say grabbing their arms and dragging them outside.

“Please do not stay out too long it is getting dark!” Colin tries to yell out to us but I am too busy to hear.

“What are we doing out here Y/N?” Gregory groans out.

“Going on Adventure of course!” I say with a huge smile causing Hyacinth to giggle.

I gesture for them to both follow me and we march off. Hyacinth is picking flowers for Mom as we go and Gregory and I are splashing in puddles. Then I make them follow me to the biggest tree in the yard.

“This tree is perfect! If we climb it we will see everything and find the best place for adventuring!” I yell out.

Gregory seems excited to be climbing the tree, Hyacinth sighs but still follows us to climb the tree. As we all climb the tree there are tons of lightning bugs gathering!

“We have to show the lightning bugs to the whole family!” I exclaim jumping from the tree and crashing to the ground. “I’m okay” I shout raising my hand up. I begin running to the dining room as Gregory and Hyacinth shake their heads.

I bust through the family room very violently catching all my siblings' attention.

Colin runs up to me “Are you okay Y/N?” He says quickly assessing my body for injuries.

I swat Colin’s hands “ I must speak to Mama it is urgent!”

“No, no, no we can not interrupt Anthony’s dinner,” He said scooping me up.

I have to quickly think of a way to get out of his grasp so I do the most logical thing and bite him. Colin shouts in pain dropping me and Eloise is on the floor laughing. I take this opportunity to run past them and barrel into the dining room.

The whole room stares at me but I have to focus on what's important. “You all must come outside it is urgent!” I shout.

Anthony quickly stands up and rushes to me “Why is it urgent is everyone okay?” He asks very anxiously.

“Everything is fine you just got to see this!” I groan grabbing his hand and dragging him outside.

The rest of the Bridgertons follow us outside as well as the Sharmas.

“See look isn’t it beautiful!” I say gesturing smiling widely.

The guests and Bridgertons all look at the lightning bugs with aw.

“They are quite beautiful Y/N,” Anthony smiles and messes up my hair with his hands.

Eloise nods “I must say they are beautiful but I much preferred when you bite Colin.”

Benedict laughed very hard at that but mom gave me the “you did what” look causing me to laugh. Benedict picked me up and dance me around. The Sharmas were smiling quite widely and reaching their hands out to the lightning bugs.

Gregory quickly ran inside and came back with a jar to try to capture some while Hyacinth tried to stop him.

“The lightning bugs belong outside Gregory!” She shouts waving her hands.

Anthony steals me from Benedict grabbing me into his arms and tickling me while I try to escape him. Benedict grabs onto Eloise and forces her to dance causing Francesa to get jealous and pull Colin to dance with her.

It was a wonderful night full of dancing and laughter and I really hope Anthony marries one of the Sharmas because they fit right in with our family plus you can never have too many sisters!

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paleyouthcrusade · 2 years

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Shame Shame Shame pt 2

Bridgertons x Bridgerton!reader (general) Hyacinth x Bridgerton!Sister

Word Count : 1439

Summary : After the reader snaps at her family, it’s time to make it up to them. One by one.

Warnings : It’s not that angsty apart from a few words here and there, mostly fluff.

A/N: Since it was so wildy requested I decided to do part two (part 1 here). I didn’t really know where to go from part one, so hopefully I didn’t disappoint everyone with what I decided. My fluff writing isn’t quite there, but this is my best try

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Your fingers worked steadily and swiftly in threading the needle back and forth through the fabric, cursing when the deep green thread got caught in a knot. Embroidery was always something that you excelled at. Far beyond Daphne and her wobbly roses.

Usually, this would be a methodical task that could relax you in a time of stress. However, as your thread got caught for the 10th time in the past few minutes, you only succeeded in working yourself up even more. Your hands had never seemed to stop shaking every since your argument a few days ago and… for fucks sake your thread knotted again.

You placed the fabric and the unsalvageable tulips onto the table, the insignificant defeat bringing tears into your eyes.

“Sister?”

You practically jumped out of your seat, your heart thrumming. Your youngest sister stood in the doorway, frowning.

“Oh, Hyacinth. I had not realised,” you paused, collecting yourself. “Was there something you needed?”

“Were you crying?” She asked, as blunt as she always had been from the day she learnt how to talk.

“No, of course not.” Though, as you spoke you had to bring your fingers up to your eyes to catch anymore tears as they fell.

The two of you had not spoken much since you last snapped at her. In fact, you had not talked much to any of your family members.

This was not a fault on their end, you had mastered avoiding them after all. Your control like nature (something you definitely got from Anthony, as he did from your mama) made sure you always knew where everyone was.

Your shame had prevented you from feeling relieved that you finally told your family how you felt. And your anger prevented you from talking to them. And so you went round and round a circle of sadness, anger and shame.

“Do you need anything? I’m rather busy at this moment.” Busy moping around and thinking of new ways to run from your problems.

She opened her mouth, and closed it once more. Taking in a sharp breath (something she picked up from Daphne) she tried again.

“I don’t wish to be bothersome,” she mumbled, and you winched as your words were thrown back at you.

Your relationship with Hyacinth was different from your other siblings. You could spit insults and harsh words with the others and all would be forgotten by the next day (most of the time).

One time you and Eloise had so cruelly hidden Anthony’s pocket watch, intending for it to be a harmless prank. When he found out, he was furious and you had never heard such harsh words coming from his mouth. Sure, the two of you had wept that night but by the next day you were stealing his shoes and books.

Hyacinth, however, was the youngest of all of you. With not having met her father, all of you had stepped in to raise her. Anthony most of all. Insulting her would feel like your mother insulting you.

“Whoever called you bothersome isn’t very smart.” You began, hoping she would catch onto your apology.

“What if they called me nosy too?” She spoke with a cheeky grin, showing that she had already forgiven you.

“Well they really must apologise.”

“They could begin by giving me their dessert for a week,” Hyacinth giggled, holding on to the edge of your seat, “Then, help me get back at Gregory for stealing my ribbon.”

“The week? But our lovely chef is making gooseberry pie tonight.”

“If they aren’t willing, then I suppose they aren’t that sorry.” Hyacinth’s knack for manipulation was going to become a problem one day. You were just glad that her on;y worries for now were desserts and annoying Grefory.

And who were you to deny her?

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You ate your dinner in silence, most of your energy having gone into replacing Gregory’s closet with Fransesca’s. Whilst you would normally take turns with Eloise to insult each of your family members, today you left her alone to fight against Benedict.

When dessert came, you waited patiently for Hyacinth to finish her plate.

“Are you not hungry sister?” Anthony’s voice surprised you as you lifted your plate and gave it to Hyacinth - who practically snatched it out of your hands - right before his eyes.

Your eldest brother simply watched with his mouth agape.

When you weren’t hiding in your room, your siblings opted to ignore the tension between them and you. They continued on with their relentless teasing. It had yet to feel the same.

“How come Hyacinth gets your dessert but when I ask you respond with insulting everything I have?” Benedict popped in, also watching as Hyacinth devoured your gooseberry pie.

“No one can say no to Hyacinth,” Daphne came to your defence, doing everything in her power to get your relationship back to how it used to be.

“And they can say no to me?” Benedict asked with overdramtisised hurt.

“It brings me pleasure to say no to you,” Eloise quipped with a roll of her eyes, earning a stern look from your mama.

It wasn’t long before everyone had scuffed down the gooseberry pie, Hyacinth somehow finishing before anyone else.

One by one, your siblings left with one excuse or another. Leaving you with Benedict. For some reason he ate his dessert a lot slower that evening, and you always remained behind to thank the staff. It became a habit after you saw a maid breaking down from the workload when you were 8.

Out of all your siblings, Benedict and Daphne were the least afraid to speak about their feelings. Hence, why you had been avoiding them the most. They knew not to say anything in front of the others, but there were numerous occasions where they tried to catch you yourself.

They had yet to succeed until now.

Muttering something about embroidery, you stood up to take your leave. Benedict raised an eyebrow up at you, clearly not believing you for one second.

“Perfect, I’m just about finished.”

You smiled stiffly as he stood up, an unspoken agreement that you will not be getting out of this one.

“Why didn’t you tell any of us that you didn’t like him?” He asked after a moment, his voice soft and hesitant, as if even an exhale from him could make you begin shouting once more.

You inhaled, reminding yourself that it was only Benedict. Sweet, clueless Benedict whose only intention was to understand.

“You all loved him, and I didn’t want to let you guys down.”

He took in your words, thinking. Now, Benedict wasn’t the smartest of you by any means. But he was far more in touch with emotions than almost anyone else in the family (rivalled only by Daphne). It was why he made such a brilliant artist. It was something you wished you learnt from him, but you could hardly understand your emotions, let alone anyone else's.

“You could never let me down, y/n,” Benedict said with such seriousness that you had to look up to make sure it was really him you were talking to “I- we only wanted the best for you, and Lord Oddington wasn’t that. Far from it.”

You felt your eyes tear up at his words, and looked away shamefully. You did not want to cry for the second time that day.

“I had thought that you were all disappointed in me. After all, Daphne secured a Duke and I couldn’t even get a simple Lord.”

Benedict turned towards you, putting his hands on your shoulders. You maintained eye contact with his shoes, not wishing for him to see your blurred sight.

“Despite what the ton says, your worth is not made by who you marry. Whether you marry a Duke, or a farmer, you will always be y/n.”

At his comforting words, you practically threw yourself into your elder (and currently favourite) brother. His arms immediately wrapped around you, and you were overcome with so much warmth that those unshed tears finally spilled over.

“It’s just been so lonely,” You whispered to him.

“Please, y/n, if something like this happens again, you can tell me. Do you understand?”

You squeezed him a little tighter.

“I want to hear you say it.”

You parted with a sniffle, your red eyes now looking into his with a small smile on your face.

“I understand.”

And with some thought.

“Thank you, Benedict.”

In response he gave his usual grin, happy he was finally able to speak with you.

“Does this mean I get your desserts too?”

“Absolutely not.”

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Deaf

Request: im hard of hearing i would really love to see myself represented more. could u do one where maybe bridgerton sister is dear/hard of hearing and how everyone reacts. i would really love that😁❤️

Bridgerton family x Bridgerton!sister!reader

Summary: Y/N is the deaf member of the Bridgerton family.

Warnings: i'm not really sure if there are any, but if so, let me know

a/n: this request is super belated and I'm sorry it took so long that it took forever! I made it a headcanon which I hope is okay, it just seemed easier to write that way. If I at all offended anybody by putting the wrong thing, let me know and I will change it/take it out asap. it's not the longest, but hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Everybody was slightly shocked when they learned that Y/N was deaf.

They weren't expecting it, given all of them had good hearing, but they also didn't let it stop them from adjusting their lifestyle to it.

They all started to learn sign language to be able to communicate with her.

While she was a baby, Y/N learned baby sign language so she was able to inform people of what she wanted.

The family raised her on learning sign language, the girl picking it up quickly.

The whole family loved her to death and made sure not to treat her any differently than the others.

To get her attention, they'd tap her or something around her. If she was at the table, they'd gently kick her chair or tap their hand on the table to send vibrations to her. If she weren't near anything, but they didn't want to scare her by tapping her, they'd stomp on the floor, the girl's attention being gained by vibrations.

While the family saw absolutely nothing wrong with her, the ton had some other opinions.

Growing up, Y/N would receive the occasional dirty looks and quiet whispers about her that angered her family to a great extent.

There was nothing wrong with being deaf and it was rude to trash talk somebody who was.

Their whispers would be quieted and their stares would be diverted any time that a Bridgerton gave a deathly glare -- especially if it was by Anthony.

They didn't want to be on the viscount's bad side, but he thinks they'd know that they shouldn't talk ill of his family in order for that to be a possibility.

Growing up, all of their sign language got better with years.

Y/N played chess with her brothers often, able to almost always beat them. They claim that they let her win, but she knows better.

Eloise and Y/N often just sit and read, simply enjoying the presence of each other, not needing to communicate.

Y/N sits with Daphne when she plays piano and is able to feel the music from the instrument.

She always plays games with her siblings, often enjoying dressing up with Hyacinth.

Y/N didn't let any of the weird stares from others bother her, knowing that as long as she was herself, that's all she needed to be in order to be happy.

Y/N knew she had her family's unconditional love no matter what and that if anybody tried to bully her over her deafness, her siblings wouldn't hesitate to defend her.

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free-for-all-fics · 1 year

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Random Bridgerton thought! Potential for AU fics.

I haven’t read the books so I don’t know how Lady Whistledown continues after her identity is revealed or how it all ends for her writings, but I’m imagining a fic that can take place in any time period post-Regency/after the canon timeline.

Reader is a member of the Bridgerton bloodline and is a writer who has taken up the mantle of Lady Whistledown, using it as his/her/their pseudonym. It’s become tradition and runs in the family. The name gets passed down like a torch, to keep the mystery of “Who is Lady Whistledown really?” alive. The only people who ever know the true identity/identities of the author(s) behind Lady Whistledown’s works are kept within the family. So it’s a big, protected secret - forever an unsolved mystery to the public. A situation similar to how “Carolyn Keene” is multiple unidentified people. Either Reader and his/her/their spouse are both writers, or maybe Reader is working with his/her/their cousins and/or siblings to publish new works. Either way, Reader is collaborating with others to create new stories.

This has been continued throughout generations and eras, passed down to any writer who enters the Bridgerton family. Whether through birth, marriage, or adoption, Lady Whistledown is a pseudonym for anyone who holds enough creativity and talent to bring pen to paper. Whether they be screen writers, playwrights, journalists, novelists, etc. Any man or woman within the Bridgerton family, regardless of surname changes due to marriages or other reasons, is welcome to be a part of it. As time keeps moving forward and the world changes, Lady Whistledown remains to witness it all.

#bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #lady whistledown #random fic ideas #random thoughts #pls tag me if you write this #i’d love to read it #so I might be back on my Downton/bridgerton crossover thought train #but this could be used for any sort of modern or other period setting #that takes place after the timeline Bridgerton is set in #bridgerton sister #bridgerton!sister #bridgerton!granddaughter #bridgerton!descendant #bridgerton!brother #bridgerton!sibling

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i hope you're happy - bridgerton sister reader

SOUR series | masterlist

Summary: When Anthony’s favourite little sister has her heart broken, he tries to help her feel better.

Warnings: reader is sad because of a man

A/N: Hope you enjoy, love you.

Lady Whistledown was a great source of entertainment for you and your sisters, especially Eloise. But you were quite certain you hated the woman. Well ‘hate’ is a strong word, you were very upset with her.

And to be fair, it wasn’t her that you were truly upset with. She was after all just the messenger.

You were actually incredibly heartbroken by Lord Ashby. The man who promised you the world in his poems. Who painted the most beautiful love story in his flower arrangements. Who charmed your mama at every party.

On the morning of 18 August 1815, she published the beautiful tale of Lord Ashby’s engagement to a beautiful young debutante, not by the name of Y/N Bridgerton.

Most mornings, Eloise would snatch the pamphlet first, skimming through it quickly before she brought it to you and your sisters. This particular morning, she skimmed through it only to stop and call for Francesca.

She pointed something out to her sister.

“What? What does it say?” You frowned, greeting your mama with a soft kiss on the cheek.

Violet looked to her other girls, “Enough of that gossip, it’s time for tea.”

“Mama, I need to show you something.” Eloise waved her closer while Francesca approached your brothers who’d entered the room.

“What’s happening?” Benedict sat down next to you, stealing a sip of your tea.

“I’m not sure they won’t tell me.”

“WHAT?!” Your oldest brother cried.

“Anthony!” Francesca chastised, trying to soothe him.

Finally, your mama turned to you, a soft smile on her face. The one she used when you’d fallen down the stairs years ago. The one that said ‘you’re about to be in pain but your mama’s here to help’.

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” You handed your tea to Benedict, stomach churning.

Eloise looked at your mama, then at Frannie and Anthony, then at you.

“Lord Ashby’s engaged.”

“What do you mean engaged?” You practically ran at her, grabbing the pamphlet from her.

When you reached the portion where she wrote about his announcement your heart broke.

“The Earl of Suffolk was absolutely smitten with his new fiancée, a Miss Charlotte Templeton. This Author was rather surprised it was not the young Miss Y/N Bridgerton, considering their season-long courtship.”

You couldn’t read any further, handing the pamphlet back to Eloise. Your mama placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and whispered your name.

The wash of emotions running over you were confusing, you were heartbroken and bitter, but a small part of you was relieved. Another part of you hoped he was happy. You knew Charlotte, she would make a most wonderful wife and mother.

But the mix of everything plus your family’s concerned calls of your name led you to brush your mama’s hand away and run from the drawing room.

You bolted all the way to your room, ignoring the staff or your brothers or your mama and diving straight under your covers.

And you cried. Unable to express yourself in any other way, you sobbed and screamed and gave yourself a headache for the better part of an hour.

Once you’d calmed down a little, you heard a housekeeper peek her head in, then duck out and say something to someone outside.

Then the door closed.

“Sister, are you alright?” It was Anthony.

“No.”

“Well, I have some water for you, some tea as well.” When you made no sound or movement, he placed what sounded like a tray on your dresser. “Gregory offered some sweets if that will entice you.”

You buried yourself even further into your blankets, “I am perfectly content to stay here for the rest of my life. Tell Mama I love her.” The joke would have landed if you weren’t fresh off a crying session, voice still clogged with tears.

“First heartbreaks are difficult, I know.” He began, sitting near your feet. “I thought I would never get over my first.”

Your face poked out from your little burrow, “How did you?”

“I was treating myself and everyone around me poorly, because I was angry and I didn’t know how to deal with it. And once I realised how wrong I was, I worked through it. Then I met Kate and everything changed again.”

You smiled at hearing the genuine love in his voice. You sat up, “Now what’s this about Gregory’s sweets?”

“I knew that would work!”

#bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #sister!reader #bridgerton!sister

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little women part one: the bridgertons

Summary: The Bridgerton sisters are closer than most but the trials of womanhood might just tear these little women apart.

A/N: Please let me know if you enjoy. Also feel free to imagine the Bridgertons as whoever I don't describe them or Y/N only the love interests. Speaking of love interests, I have cast Laurie Laurence as Dev Patel, again you can picture whoever.

Please note: 1) the Bridgerton boys will not be in this fic and 2) a significant portion of the dialogue is lifted from the Little Women (2019) script.

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Eloise Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very smart young woman. Unfortunately only one of those traits is useful for a young woman in society. She hopes this will help her chances in her upcoming meeting.

Striding slowly to a large wooden door, she wipes her hand on her skirt before knocking sharply.

She steps in, hoping to appear confident in front of everyone. Despite the room being full of men working, no one even looks at her. Most don’t realise she’s even there.

Eloise scans the room, searching for Mr Dashwood. When she can’t see him, she walks over to the only man actually paying attention.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Mr Dashwood.”

The old man just stares. She smiles, a little unnerved, a little confused. He very pointedly looks at his name plate, ‘Mr Dashwood’.

Eloise whispers under her breath, “Of course you are.” She clears her throat then holds out some papers to him, “A friend of mine wanted me to hand in a story she wrote. And to ask if she can write more, if it suits.”

“Not a first attempt, I take it?” He snatches them from her, giving the words a quick scan.

“No, sir. She has sold to other papers and won prizes for her stories.”

“Prizes?”

“Yes. Sir.”

He looks her up and down with thinly veiled disdain. “Sit.”

She does so, pressing her hands firmly into her lap to cover the ink stains.

Dipping his pen in the ink pot, Mr Dashwood begins some ‘alterations’. In actuality, he’s crossing out entire paragraphs or pages. Then he slaps the paper on his desk, startling the young woman across from him.

Eloise watches with despair, all of her work being destroyed so easily by some man who apparently thinks his lavatory doesn’t smell.

Through the fog in her ears, his voice grumbles. “We’ll take it.”

“Hmm?”

“We’ll take it. With alterations.” Mr Dashwood doesn’t even wait for the ink to dry, just gathers the pages together. “It’s far too long.”

Eloise takes her work back, brows furrowed at the lines marring her loopy script, “You’ve cut so much.” She notices his ‘are-you-seriously-going-to-argue’ expression and clarifies, “I made sure some of the sinners repent.”

“People want to be amused, not preached at. Even after Lady Whistledown’s gossip column stopped, her influence means morals don’t sell nowadays.” Mr Dashwood looks down his nose at Eloise, “Perhaps mention that to your ‘friend’.”

“What compensation –”

“Twenty.”

She looks down at her work, she knows it’s worth more but she needs the money. “You can have it. Make the edits.”

He hands her the money, and she reluctantly returns the story.

Eloise stands, brushing her skirt. Mr Dashwood eyes her ink-stained fingers with mild amusement.

She meets his eye, “Should I tell my friend you’ll take another? If she had one.”

Mr Dashwood sighs, “We’ll look at it. Tell her to make it short and spicy. Oh and if the main character is a girl, make sure she’s either married or dead by the end.”

“I’m sorry?”

He ignores her, pen in hand again, “What name?”

“Oh, none at all please.”

“If that’s what ‘she’ prefers.”

“Good day, sir.”

She practically runs from the office, attracting the ire of some of the men around her. Then once she’s outside, she picks up her skirts and sprints.

A sweet little cat meets Eloise at the front door of the boarding house she lives in. The tuxedo kitten stretches and meows, so she picks him up. “You know, my Frannie would love you, Muffin.”

She makes her way to the drawing room, kissing Muffin on the head and dropping him on a seat near the crackling fire. Eloise turns her back to the fire, warming her body while she writes.

She hears loud conversation and pops her head up to see her favourite people in the world (bar her family). Philip Crane and his two young children, Oliver and Amanda are the best part of living in the city.

“Hello Miss Eloise!” The two duck in just to give her a hug before they run to their apartment.

As she watches them leave, she makes eye contact with Mr Crane, his eyes are bright with the infectious joy of his children. He steps into the room, the light of the fire highlighting his profile. Eloise has never been more jealous of her sister Y/N’s artistic ability, she wishes she could paint him just where he stands. She’ll have to settle for her writing.

“Good afternoon, Miss Bridgerton.”

“Good afternoon, Mister Crane.”

In an attempt to appear casual, she returns to her work.

He admires her for a moment then frowns, “You’re on fire.”

“Thank you.��

“No, you’re on fire.” He points to her skirt. The back of her dress has caught on fire. She puts it out quickly, face burning with humiliation.

“No, don’t worry! I have the same habit.” He shows her scorch marks on his jacket.

Eloise smiles and takes a step towards him when the matron of the house interrupts.

“Your children are waiting.” She smacks Philip’s arm softly but can’t help her delighted expression over the two connecting.

“Sorry Mr Crane, Oliver and Amanda need me.” Eloise takes the matron’s arm and heads to the door.

“Tell them I will be a little later tonight, still in time to tell them their bedtime story.”

Eloise looks over her shoulder, “Of course. Perhaps you can tell them about my sister’s adventures in Paris.”

~*~*~*~*~

Y/N Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very talented artist. Although that second part has been a source of doubt in her life.

She was in an art lesson with some of the best young painters in Paris. The class had to paint a traditional scene of friends at a picnic and as Y/N looked around, she noticed something concerning. The artist next to her was exceptional. His work was bright and colourful, loose lines and flat colours. Original and unique to himself. Hers was detailed and realistic, special care taken with light and shade. An imitation rather than an innovative piece of work. The realisation that she wasn’t a future genius or some incredible prodigy terrified her.

Disheartened by the lesson, Y/N sits in the open air carriage with her aunt, basking in the cool breeze brushing her face. She holds a folded letter from home tight to her chest. If she closed her eyes she’s certain she’d feel their love seeping through her clothes. Her aunt is complaining about something or other, a hobby she enjoyed far too often.

“I tell you, the decadents have ruined Paris, if you ask me. These French women couldn’t lift a hairbrush.”

Y/N doesn’t respond.

“Y/N!” The girl in question jolts, turning to her aunt, “I said, ‘These French women couldn’t lift a hairbrush.’”

“Oh yes, ha ha. Very true Aunt Ledger.”

“Don’t humour me, girl.” Aunt Ledger keeps her tone even but when she looks at the letter in her niece’s lap, her almost unshakeable facade wavers. She hides her distress with a sneer, “What do they write, your troublemaking family?”

“Mama hasn’t written about Francesca yet, I really should go back.” Y/N opens the letter again, “They say I should stay.”

“There’s nothing for you to do if you go back. She’s sick, not lonely.” Aunt Ledger ignores Y/N’s foul glare, blabbering on, “And you shouldn’t go home until you’re engaged to Fred Vaughn.”

Y/N folds the letter again, tucking it away safely, “Yes and completed my painting lessons of course.”

Aunt Ledger waves her off, “Yes, yes of course.”

Y/N returns to people-watching, upset by the lack of proper communication from her family and her aunt’s nastiness. A tall man with curly dark hair and soft dark skin walks past, hands tucked deep into his pockets.

Y/N jumps up in her seat, tapping the driver impatiently, “STOP STOP STOP! IT’S LAURIE!” She hikes up her skirts and runs to the man crying “LAURIE!”

Laurie turns, notices a woman draped in purple running towards him, screaming his name. As she jumps into his arms, he realises it’s Y/N, that sweet girl from his childhood.

He spins her around, laughing brightly. When they separate, she grabs his hands and he squeezes hers gently, “Y/N, you’ve grown up so much! It’s wonderful to see you.”

“You wrote you’d come to the hotel!” Her brows furrow softly.

He can’t take his eyes from her, roaming her face to memorise every detail, “I looked for you, I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Clearly you didn’t look hard enough.”

“Maybe I just didn’t recognize you, you’ve become so beautiful.” He moves their hands to the side and steps back, nodding at her.

Y/N wrinkles her nose, “Please don’t.”

“I thought you liked that sort of thing!”

“Well I don’t.” She smiles again, “Where’s your grandfather?”

“Still in Germany.” He finally pulls his hands away to put them behind his back, “I’m on my own, traveling and having fun.”

Y/N teases him, “And drinking and gambling and flirting…”

Laurie looks so horrified that if Y/N didn’t know better, she would’ve thought he was genuinely scandalised. “Please don’t tell your mother.”

“So you’re chasing some girl around Europe?” Y/N’s expression drops, “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t believe when I heard Eloise turned you down.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m not.” He’s lying for the moment but not that he’s seen Y/N again, it could be true.

Aunt Ledger interrupts the sweet moment, shrieking, “Y/N! Y/N BRIDGERTON! YOU GET BACK HERE NOW!”

Y/N pulls Laurie along by his hand and they run back to the carriage, “Coming Aunt Ledger!”

After he helps Y/N into her seat, Laurie kisses Aunt Ledger on the cheek, “You look marvellous as always.”

“GET OFF ME! GO, GO!” With surprising strength, the crabby old woman pushes Laurie away and smacks the driver.

The carriage pulls away but Y/N kneels on her seat to call out to her friend, “Come to the New Year’s Party! It’ll be so much fun - everyone will be there, including Fred!” She’s about to turn away when she remembers, “Pick me up at the hotel at eight! And dress for festivities! Top hats and silks!”

“I will, I’ll wear my best silk!” He smiles and waves her off.

She grins and sits back down, ignoring her aunt’s ranting.

Laurie stays there a little longer, admiring the woman he reunited with. He walks away with a load lifted from his chest.

Y/N can’t help but take one last look at him before he’s gone again. He was still just as handsome as ever and she knows. She will never stop loving him.

~*~*~*~*~

Daphne Basset (née Bridgerton) is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very tired new mother. Despite her intense love for her children, she cannot help but envy those who have not faced the same struggles she has.

Daphne watches her ‘friend’ Cressida Berbrooke wander around the shop, luxurious silks draped over the blonde’s arms. A small part of her wishes she could do the same, unworried about the cost of her purchase.

Cressida is the type of young lady who has never wanted for anything, everything has been given to her. So when she looks over at her ‘dearest’ friend, who eyes a soft green silk, her heart bleeds. “Daphne, that colour would do wonders for your skin tone, and I know the perfect dressmaker to help you.”

Daphne drops the silk and whips around to Cressida, “No, no, no I couldn’t possibly. Simon needs a new coat and the twins need new clothes.”

Cressida’s tone is spiteful, having been spoiled her whole life, she enjoys embarrassing her ‘friends’. “And you need a new dress.”

Daphne tries to hide her expression, aware of what Cressida’s doing,

“I can’t.”

“But he’ll be so pleased with how you look that he’ll forget all about the expense.” The blonde giggles.

Silk wasn’t that expensive, was it? “I suppose it’s not too much of an extravagance.”

The sales clerk seizes his opportunity, “Will twenty yards do?”

Daphne nods, “Yes, thank you.”

Her heart is warm with delight as she leaves with Cressida. When she gets home, the full force of guilt hits her. “What was I thinking?”

Her daughters play in the garden as she enters, dropping the large amount of silk on the dining table. She sits down on the porch, her regret almost overwhelming.

The twins run towards her, “Mummy!” They hug her tightly and she tucks her face into their shoulders to hide her tears. When they run off again, she’s thankful for the weight they lift. Even if it’s just for the moment.

~*~*~*~*~

Francesca Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She also knows that she’s living on borrowed time. Her body is slowly giving up on her, for all her and her mother’s best efforts.

Frannie has always loved playing the pianoforte. It was something her family bonded over, and every time she plays now, those memories come flooding back.

Her favourite song to play was an old lullaby her mother and sisters used to sing. Their voices blend with the piano melody in her head.

Her hand suddenly seizes, pain searing into her bones. She brings the hand to her chest, flexing it and breathing through the pain. When she lays her hands on top of the piano, the sunlight warms them from the inside, soothing the pain ever so slightly.

Her mother’s voice calls from another room, “Frannie? Francesca!”

She can’t bring herself to respond.

~*~*~*~*~

After her lessons with Oliver and Amanda finish, Eloise has plenty of free time before the matron’s curfew. She decides to go to the theatre, a venue that once seemed too extravagant for someone like her. But the theatre she frequented allowed people who couldn’t buy tickets to stand at the back and enjoy the play.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream is playing, a play she’d always wanted to see performed. She’s enraptured, giggling at the appropriate moments, commenting on things with the man next to her.

During Helena’s soliloquy, Philip Crane looks around the theatre, watching people’s reactions to her heartfelt speech. He’s seen the play enough times that he could probably quote it by heart.

He turns in his seat, having always found the reactions of the people in the back’s reactions to be the most interesting.

There he sees Eloise Bridgerton, bright and delightful as always. She seems entranced by Helena’s performance and he can’t help the smile on his face.

When the play ends, Eloise follows Philip and his friends to a beer hall, hoping to a) get to know him better and b) finally make some friends in the city.

She’s stopped on the stairs by a young man, speaking a foreign language. He holds a hand out and gestures to the makeshift dance floor.

“I only speak English sorry!” She cries, beaming at the sweet man.

“Come dance!” He clearly learned this phrase for this situation, so she rewards his pragmatism, joining him in a jig.

The dance is free, unstructured and unchoreographed. Couples spin wildly, whirl around each other and some swap partners as they go. Eloise slowly makes her way to Philip, who gives her his hands. She dances the night away with this kind man, the joy radiating from their bodies even as they return to the boarding house. The matron locks up behind them, chuckling quietly to herself. Clearly she seems to know something they don’t.

#bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton!sister #sister!reader

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becasworldsstuff · 2 years

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𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

-> hi everyone!! I’m beca and u are all very welcome in my world, I use she/her pronouns

-> English isn’t my first language, so if I make mistakes, please feel free to tell me

-> please DNI: if you don’t support lgbtq+, if you are pro life, if you are underage ( I won’t check every single one of you time per time in search of a minor, you are responsible for what you choose to read)

-> I’m a proud FEMINIST so please if it makes you uncomfortable the idea of having equal rights, please leave now

-> feel free to send requests

-> these are the characters (divided by show/film/book/au) that I write for

-> I WRITE FOR RELATIONSHIPS/PLATONIC

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

James Buchanan Barnes (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Steven Grant Rogers (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Anthony stark (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Sam Wilson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Loki Laufeyson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Thor Odinson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Stephen Strange (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Tchalla (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Clint Barton

Stucky ( poly)

Sambuckysteve (poly)

BRIDGERTON

Anthony bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Benedict bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister…)

Daphne Bridgerton (bff/sister)

Eloise Bridgerton (bff/sister)

OUTER BANKS

John b

Pope

Kiara

Sarah

Rafe

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE

Freya mikaelson

Elijah mikaelson

Klaus mikaelson

Kol mikaelson

Rebekah mikaelson

Poly mikaelson

Davina Claire

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert ( WHEN OF AGE)

Katherine Pierce

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Silas

ONE CHICAGO

Matthew Casey

Kelly severide

Blake Gallo

EVERYONE ELSE ONLY FOR PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

-> I write everything from smut to fluff, I like a bit of angst but I WONT DO SAD ENDINGS

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asmilinghopelessromantic · 8 days

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Anthony: Colin let me give you some advice

Colin: don't fuck it up like you did?

Anthony: ah, yeah that's about right

Colin: Anthony help, I fucked it up

#anthony would be so smug that kate will have to smack him #kate: hey *husband* remember when you almost married my SISTER. yeah you have no room to talk #anthony: i thought we were past this!! i'm never living this down am i #kate: nope now go help your brother #polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #anthony bridgerton #viscount anthony bridgerton #viscount bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton season 3

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rubysunnday · 2 years

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Summer of '16

requested by @freyathehuntress: Hii I love your stories and I don't really have a specific request but can you do a Bridgerton sister story? Maybe her siblings being overprotective Because although she is not the youngest she's like the most "positive, believe in ppl type" happy ending tho...... I mean angst would be great too... anything really

requested by anon: Hi! Can i request a bridgerton!sis fic where reader met her love match and her siblings (esp the bros) immediately go in overprotective mode

requested by anon: Hiii!!! Can I request a piece with Violet comforting bridgerton!sis after a heartbreak? Just that mother warmth we could all use in our lives lol!! Maybe a soft Benedict could help, too 🤗 Love love love your writing!

requested by anon: can we pleaseeee have a benedict x bridgerton sibling reader fic???

a/n: four requests with one fic look at me go. ALSO, for the sake of storytelling everyone's name now begins with an E, alright

summary: the summer of 1816 was one of the best and worst of Y/N Bridgerton's life

Everything was incredibly sparkly. The dresses glittered in the candlelight and there were so many beautiful colours in one room. Y/N bit her lips, trying not to make her excitement obvious as she stepped into the room. She gripped Anthony's arm tightly, her eyes wide as she stared around in awe.

"This is beautiful," Y/N breathed, her mouth falling open. "The flowers, the food - oh my, is that an ice sculpture?"

Violet linked her arm with Y/N's. "You seem excited, dearest. One's first ball is always an exciting time. Daphne was much the same."

Anthony slid his arm out of his sister's, squeezing her hand as he did so. "We shall leave you two be, I do not want to ruin the fun."

Y/N beamed at him as he and Benedict walked away, heading straight for the refreshment table.

"So, what happens now? Do I just wait?" Y/N asked quietly, letting her mother slowly lead her around the room.

"You wait until someone comes over and asks you for a dance," Violet explained. "He will write his name on your card and then that dance will be his. It starts off slowly but once one man makes his move, the others will follow."

Y/N nodded, listening to her mother's every word. As excited as she was for her first official ball, there was a seed of doubt and anxiety beginning to bloom inside her. Being the diamond of the season came with expectations - expectations that Y/N wasn't sure she could live up to.

Violet nudged Y/N's arm gently and nodded at the other side of the room. Y/N followed her mother's gaze and felt the excitement return as Mr William walked across the room, towards her.

"Lady Bridgerton," Mr William greeted, bowing to Violet.

"Mr William, it is a delight to see you again," Violet said, smiling at him. This is my daughter, Y/N, as I'm sure you know."

Mr William straightened up and turned to Y/N. He took her hand in his, holding it gently. "Miss Bridgerton."

Y/N tried to keep her composure as he kissed her hand, feeling it through the silk material of her gloves. "Mr William."

"Miss Bridgerton, I would be honoured if I could be your first dance of the evening," Mr William said, releasing her hand.

Y/N took a deep breath in, trying not to show him how excited she truly was. "You may, my lord."

Mr William bowed to Violet and then held out his hand to Y/N. She placed her gloved hand in his and let him lead her onto the dance floor, trusting him to guide her every step.

"I must admit," Y/N said softly, "I am a little nervous."

"Don't be," Mr William said, placing his hand on her waist, his other on her elbow. "I've got you."

Y/N felt something shift down in her stomach and she fought to keep the grin off her face. The music began, the strings playing gently into the packed ballroom, and she took one step forward, allowing Mr William to take her where she needed to go.

Violet watched on with a fond smile. It was hard watching your children grow up, but the little moments made it all the better.

"Who is she dancing with?"

Violet glanced at her eldest son, an amused smile appearing. "Mr William - he's just returned from America."

"So, he is new in town?"

"Anthony, dearest, why do I feel as if you are going to interrogate him?"

Anthony straightened up, looking at his mother. "I have simply never heard of him before."

"His father is the Viscount Rochdale."

"Oh, I was not aware the old bastard had a son -"

"Anthony, watch your language."

"Apologies, mother." Anthony sighed, watching his baby sister dance. "When did she grow up?"

"I know, dearest," Violet said, putting her arm through his. "This is always the hardest part."

"Who is she dancing with?" Benedict asked, joining his brother.

Violet tried not to roll her eyes at the two sons. "Mr William - he is a very respectable gentleman and I will not have the two of you scaring him off."

Y/N was completely oblivious to her brother's watchful gaze, She was besotted with Mr William as he spun her around the dance floor, smiling at her the entire time.

"I do hope you don't mind me asking this but I was hoping to get to know your family a bit better," Mr William said.

Y/N looked slightly surprised. "May I ask why?"

"I have heard a lot about you and them through rumour and gossip sheet. Everyone seems to be in agreement that you are one of the most loving families in the ton."

"Well, I, mean, we just... like one another," Y/N replied. "I honestly do not know what I would do without my family. I understand that I am very privileged to have a family that cares for me as much as they do."

"I have met your brothers Benedict and Colin but not Lord Bridgerton -"

"Ah, well, good luck for when you do," Y/N said, chuckling. "He is very protective over all of us - understandably so. But he is lovely underneath his gruffness."

"And your sisters? I understand one is now a duchess. You will have to forgive me, time away in America means I missed a lot -"

"Oh, do not worry. Yes, my eldest sister Daphne is a duchess. She married the Duke of Hastings and they have one child, a son, Auggie, together. There was a lot of drama involved there - not that you needed to know that," Y/N added, cringing slightly as she rambled.

"I shall not ask, do not worry. What about your other sisters? I hear Miss Eloise also made her debut this year."

"Well, yes, since she is my twin - not many people realise that. They think we are simply eleven months apart, not sure why. Eloise is not too happy about being out - she thinks the whole idea of marriage is an outdated custom. She is quite happy to become a spinster."

Mr William laughed and Y/N ducked her head, trying to hide her stupid smile.

"She sounds fantastic," he said, no hint of a joke in his voice.

"Yes," Y/N said softly, "yes, she is. I adore her. Well, I adore all my sisters. Francesca and Hyacinth were delighted to help me get ready for tonight - they're my younger sisters."

"There are so many of you!"

"Well, if it helps, we are named alphabetically," Y/N said, stepping backwards. "From A to G with two E's in the middle."

Mr William chuckled, spinning Y/N around. "That does help, I thank you."

The music came to an end and Y/N curtsied to him as he bowed to her. She couldn't stop smiling, even as her heart raced from the dance.

"Miss Bridgerton, would I be able to call upon you tomorrow?" He asked as he walked her off the dance floor.

Y/N looked at him, her smile growing. "Of course, Mr William. I would be delighted."

"Oh, one more question, I do apologise," Mr William said, stopping Y/N as she turned to go. "Would your family appreciate flowers?"

"Everyone but Eloise would - I think she would rather prefer a new quill," Y/N said jokingly.

"I see," Mr William said quietly. He bowed again. "Miss Bridgerton."

"Lady Bridgerton, there is a Mr William here for Miss Y/N."

Violet nearly dropped her cup of tea. "Oh, let him up, Mrs Wilson." She turned to Y/N, who was innocently sewing next to Benedict. "You did not tell me he was going to call upon you."

"I am almost certain I did, mama," Y/N replied, setting her sewing aside as she stood up. She walked over to the other end of the room and sat down on the empty sofa, smoothing her dress out. "He asked, I accepted."

"Yes, but dearest -"

"Mr William, ma'am," Mrs Wilson said, cutting Violet off mid-sentence.

"Lady Bridgerton," Mr William said, bowing to her. He was holding a very impressive bouquet of flowers - all different shades of white and pink. "I thank you for accepting me into your home. These are for you."

The bouquet he was holding turned out to be smaller bouquets of flowers of roughly six of seven flowers. Violet took the offered flowers and smiled at him, instantly won over.

"Mr William, thank you, these are lovely," Violet said, welcoming him in.

"I also brought some more Miss Francesca and Miss Hyacinth," Mr William said, turning to the other side of the room where the two girls were sat, trying to look busy but failing.

"Oh, that is very generous of you, Mr WIlliam," Violet said, slightly stunned by the man's kindness.

"And for Miss Eloise, I bought a set of new quills since I heard you do not like flowers."

Eloise looked up from her book. "You bought me a present?"

"Eloise, what do we say?" Violet chided softly.

"I apologise, thank you, Mr William," Eloise said, standing up and accepting the quills. "These are beautiful, thank you."

"You are welcome to sit over there, Mr William," Violet said, gesturing to the empty sofa where Y/N was. "And please help yourself to tea."

Y/N sat down as Mr William joined her, sitting next to her, a small distance between them.

"When you asked about flowers last night, I did not realise what you were up to!" Y/N exclaimed, keeping her voice quiet.

"I have always felt it odd that suitors turn up with gifts for the lady they want to woo but nothing for anyone else. I have always tried to make a good impression with any lady's family."

"Well, I think it worked," Y/N said, leaning past him to see her sisters admiring their flowers and quills. "I do, however, think you will have a harder time impressing my brothers."

"I expect nothing less, Miss Bridgerton," Mr William said, smiling. "I would be concerned, otherwise."

Y/N found herself smiling back at him, her face heating up. "I was thinking of going on a promenade today... would you like to come with me? We would be chaperoned, of course."

"I think that a wonderful idea," Mr William replied.

"Mama, is it alright if Mr William and I go for a promenade? I can ask Rose to chaperone us," Y/N said, looking over at her mother hopefully.

"Of course, dearest."

Y/N looked back at Mr William with slight surprise. "You truly have won her over," she said, giggling.

Hyde Park was quiet. The colder weather was the main reason - it was an overcast, dark day and anyone with any reason was indoors, hiding away.

But Y/N and Mr William were enjoying a squirt stroll through the woods with Y/N's maid.

"I do apologise for being so absent," Y/N said, stepping over a branch. "See, Anthony decided to marry this season and everyone has been in a state trying to find a match for him. And then when he finally decided on a woman, her older sister did not approve -"

"It sounds very chaotic," Mr William said, laughing.

"I fear I have slipped through the cracks, slightly," Y/N admitted. "I am not likely to act out unlike Eloise, therefore I am left to my own devices. I could probably go rob a bank and no one would notice." She sighed. "I honestly do not know what I thought my season would look like, but I do not think it resembled this."

"I understand. My father does not even know I am in the country he cares so little."

"I do love my brother, honestly I do -"

"I never doubted that -"

" - but he just makes life so bloody difficult for himself!" Y/N exclaimed.

Mr William burst out laughing, throwing his head back. "Oh, Miss Bridgerton, you do amuse me."

Y/N grinned. "Please, call me Y/N. I think we're past titles."

Mr William nodded, looking back at her, his face serious. "Of course, Y/N. In that case, you should call me Kieron, please."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kieron."

"And you, Y/N."

Everything had suddenly gotten so confusing and chaotic. One moment Anthony was marrying Edwina and the next he was about to kiss Kate, the wedding was cancelled and they found themselves embroiled in scandal.

And then Eloise was hit with her own scandal. All Y/N wanted to do was fall in love.

"Room for one more?"

Y/N looked down from her spot up in the tree house. Benedict looked up at her, holding a lighter and a case of cigarettes.

"Always," she replied, shifting away from the ladder.

Benedict clambered up and sat down next to her, letting his legs dangle off the edge. He handed Y/N a cigarette and she took it, rolling it between her fingers.

"Is Eloise ok?" She asked quietly.

Benedict shrugged, putting his cigarette between his lips. "She has locked herself in her room. I was going to check on her tomorrow, to be honest." He lit his cigarette, watching her intently. "This is not your fault, sister."

"I know, I just... as her twin, I feel like I should have stopped it. Because obviously, I knew. Yet, I let it happen."

"There is no stopping Eloise when she wants something." Benedict handed the lighter to Y/N. "How are you?"

"I do not know," she admitted. "Worried for Anthony. Upset for Kate. Annoyed at Eloise and society in general." She sighed, tilting her head back. "I do not know what I thought this season was going to be but this was not it."

Benedict hummed in agreement. "Does anyone else know?"

"About Kieron? No, not fully. I mentioned it to Daphne and Simon but everyone else has been so busy with their own lives... sorry, that was really -"

"No, it is fine. You are allowed to be upset, Y/N. I know you always try and see the good in everything and everyone but, sometimes, there is no good. It's just all shit."

"I just, for once, wanted the attention on me," Y/N whispered. "Not all of it just... I wanted people to talk about whether I would marry Mr Wiliam or not and instead, all I have got is my twin sister sneaking out to see a newsboy."

Benedict nodded, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Do you think he will propose?"

Y/N smiled sadly, sniffing. "No. Because he is returning to America next week. The Featherington ball is the last time I will see him. We spoke at length the other day - he came around to check how we were all doing after Kate's accident - and he decided to return to America, away from his father. He has some more growing up to do, first. And I think I do too."

"That is a very mature response," Benedict said softly. "Knowing you are not yet ready."

"I know." Y/N inhaled shakily, rolling the cigarette between her fingers. "Yet that does not stop it hurting like hell."

Benedict smiled sadly, his eyes full of sympathy. He put an arm around Y/N's shoulders and she leaned into him, closing her eyes.

"It never stops it hurting," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "No matter how hard you try."

"Mr William."

"Miss Bridgerton."

The two stared at one another. Y/N knew this was going to happen - their final dance, together, for a long time. She had spent the season getting to know him better and falling in love with him more and more each day.

She had never been able to imagine herself as a wife before. But with Kieron, she knew she would be safe.

"Miss Bridgerton, may I have this dance?" Mr William, Kieron, asked, holding out a hand.

Y/N swallowed thickly. She glanced around the room, seeing her family all occupied with other people, paying her no attention.

"You may, Mr William."

Y/N took his hand and held on to it for dear life as he walked her to the centre of the room. They had not even danced yet and already her eyes were burning with unshed tears.

"I am sorry," Kieron said softly.

Y/N looked up at him, blinking furiously. "I understand, Kieron, truly, I do. We both need to grow up, first. And I admire you for knowing that and not forcing yourself into something you would regret."

Kieron smiled at her, his eyes sad. "Thank you for understanding. I know that doesn't make this easier -"

"It was never going to be easy," Y/N said quietly. "But we have this moment, to make a memory that will last us a lifetime."

Kieron stepped forward and took her in his arms - one hand on her waist, the other on her elbow.

Benedict was watching his sister the moment she stepped onto the dance floor - her hand in Mr Williams. He could see the longing in both their eyes - the need to hold one another close.

Deciding to leave must not have been an easy decision, but he admired them both for making it.

For Y/N, it was as if time had stopped entirely. Her entire focus was on Kieron. She didn't care that everyone was watching, she didn't care what anyone thought.

She just wanted five more minutes with him.

It was as if for the first time all season, the rest of the ton were finally noticing Miss Bridgerton and Mr William's connection. They had been so absorbed with the Sharma's, that they'd missed what was directly in front of them.

Y/N felt her chest begin to tighten as the song ended. She held onto Kieron's hand until she could no longer and let go, turning and walking away first.

The carriage ride back to Bridgerton House was quiet. Y/N sat next to her mother, staring wistfully out the window.

"Dearest, I have to ask... are you and Mr William -"

"No. Well, not anymore," Y/N said quietly, turning her head to face her mother. "Through the season we were courting one another. But we came to the conclusion that we both had some growing up to do before we went any further. He is returning to America."

Violet gasped softly, her face full of sympathy. "Oh, darling, I am sorry. If I had known, if I had paid attention -"

"Your attention was where it should have been, mama," Y/N said quietly, reaching over and squeezing her hand. "With Anthony. I will be fine." Y/N paused, the words catching in her throat. "I always am."

Y/N found herself in her mother's arms moments later, sobbing. She clung to her mother as she cried, letting every emotion and every bit of heartache out. It had been the best summer because she had spent every bit of it with someone she loved.

And even the pain she felt now wasn't going to ruin the memories of those perfect nights, dancing together in the candlelight.

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Bridgerton reader where she’s 10/11 and really close to Benedict and Colin but she’s scared of Anthony because ‘he’s no fun and mean’ and reader was in her mothers room because she fell outside and hurt her arm so mama was taking care of her but Anthony comes in and reader gets shy.

A/N- I am so sorry this took so long! I am in the process of moving so I have been very busy. Hope you like it! :)

Warning- None

Pronouns- She/her

Word Count- 567

Summary- Young Y/N Bridgerton gets injured gardening with Mama and Anthony is very worried.

Careful

I was helping Mama tend to the garden when there was a slight incident. As Colin and Benedict remind me every day I am not the most graceful. That fact probably contributed to me tripping over the tiny garden shovel and falling into the thorns of a rose bush.

Mama quickly pulls me out of the bush and checks me over. She lets out a gasp at my covered in thorns and already developing violet bruise.

“Come quickly darling let me fix you up,” Mom says kissing the top of my head and directing me towards the house.

Benedict and Colin were sitting on the couch but once they see my state they quickly rush over to me.

Colin practically suffocates me by squishing my face “Are you okay! What on earth has happened”

Benedict swats Colin's hands “Let the poor girl speak!”

I giggle at their antics even though my eyes are still watering from the injury. Mama quickly starts ordering the two to do things.

“Benedict get the tweezers and call the doctor, Colin get a cold rag for the swelling!” Mama says sternly.

Benedict and Colin both salute her “Anything for precious Y/N!” They say in unison.

They both make me giggle and they look very proud of themselves. Mother sighs at their antics and has me go to her room while they gather supplies.

As I wait for Mama to come in with the supplies and the doctor Anthony enters the room.

“Are you okay Y/N I heard you were injured!” He rushes out anxiously.

“I’m fine” I stutter out playing with my hair nervously.

“Come on Y/N. You really have to be more careful you are always getting injured and worrying Mother.”

I roll my eyes and go to cross my arms but remember the injury and hiss at the pain.

“This is what I mean Y/N you have to think before you do things! You have to stop worrying everyone.” He says upset.

I had just enough of Anthony being rude to me I get up and storm off to my own room and slam the door. I assume Anthony immediately rushes after me because almost immediately I heard a knock at my door.

“Leave me alone Anthony you are mean and no fun!” I shout through the door.

“Please let me in Y/N you are going to get worse if you just ignore your injury.” Anthony pleads

“You only ever care about me when I get hurt and worry the family you never care about me!” I shout

I can hear Anthony slide down the door and sit “That is not true.”

It almost sounds like Anthony is struggling to get the words out when he says “It's just that you look and act so much like Father... I get so scared I am scared we will lose you just like him. I am sorry I push you away I am just scared to lose you I should not have put that on you.”

I open the door and frown at Anthony holding back tears. “I'm sorry Anthony I may not know Father well but you all describe him as a hero and I’m glad I remind you of him. I will try to be more careful from now on.”

Anthony smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Thank you, sister. Now let's get that arm took care of.”

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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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