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ijustwant2write · 10 months
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Reunion Of Sorts-Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader
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(GIF credit to @mrsbridgerton)
Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi! If your requests are open I'd love to request an Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader where the reader's Simon's sister. Prompts 14 and 15 please? Thank you so much, your works are amazing!’
14) 'It's only good news depending on how you look at it.'
15) 'I just wouldn't have expected this!'
Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader, Simon Basset x Basset!Reader (siblings), Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), mentions of Bridgerton family
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
Warnings: Just extreme fluff!
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"Are you quite alright, (Y/N)?" Simon asked his sister as they journeyed in their carriage.
(Y/N) had started fanning herself a little faster."I don't know why I'm so nervous. I just hope to make a good impression."
"Of course you will. I'm sorry you haven't met them sooner."
"I could have at least met your wife at the wedding, if I had been invited."
"We have been through this, (Y/N)."
"Yes, and I'm not trying to argue with you, Simon. I know you married in haste, and I know why, but you must admit, you've left this far too long. You have a son now!"
"You have been cooped up in that house with your matron as father intended. I think she would have had my head if I tried to get you out of there."
They laughed together.
"Simon?"
"Hm?"
"I am very excited to meet your wife and my nephew."
As usual, the Bridgerton house was abuzz with excitement and chaos. Eloise didn't understand why she had to dress up so much for this visit, Gregory and Hyacinth were bombarding everyone with questions about Simon's sister, Colin and Benedict tried but failed to escape the madness, Anthony watched everything unfold and Daphne nervously bounced her baby boy on her knee.
"Daphne, do not fret. His sister will love you." Anthony tried to reassure his sister.
"What if she's like their father? What if she heard all the rumours about us and judges me for it? Simon has never spoken of her, I have no idea what to expect."
"I met Simon's sister many, many years ago. She was nothing like the things you are dreading. (Y/N) was a lovely, respectable young lady, I'm sure she hasn't changed."
Daphne let a small smile grace her face, trying to convince herself that everything was fine. Simon had kept his family such a secret, she just wanted to ensure that his sister would want to stay and be part of theirs.
Simon playfully rolled his eyes as (Y/N) asked how she looked, not in vain, but in anxiety. Her dress was beautiful, her hair perfectly in place, her jewels glistened but they weren't ghastly, nothing was wrong. Her nerves were getting the better of her. Just as she was about to ask again, the carriage stopped. Simon chuckled at her panicked look, already stepping outside.
He held out his hand for her."You'll be absolutely fine. Just be you."
(Y/N) took a deep breath before taking her brother's hand, being extra cautious to not fall on her face, especially since the entire Bridgerton family were stood on their front steps.
As head of the household, Anthony was ready to start introductions, until (Y/N) lifted her head, showing her dazzling features. He had only admitted to himself that he had a fancy for her when he was younger, though who wouldn't? She was beautiful, smart and didn't try hard to impress anyone; she was just joyful to be around. (Y/N) had never pined for Anthony or tried to grab his attention at every moment, or any man for that matter. He definitely considered her a friend, he was somewhat angry at himself he hadn't written to her over the years. But seeing her now, it was a mystery as to why she hadn't been married yet? That was quickly solved when he remembered Simon was her brother.
Simon stuck beside his sister until Daphne stepped forward. They shared a short but loving kiss, before Simon took their son into his arms, cooing and laughing as the baby gurgled. (Y/N)'s heart melted at the sight.
"Oh, how we've missed you." Violet beamed, greeting her son-in-law.
"I apologise for the delay, the weather was not suitable for travelling. Nevertheless, everyone, this is my sister, (Y/N) Basset."
(Y/N) curtsied as all eyes were on her."Thank you for welcoming me into your beautiful home. I have been so excited to meet you all."
"Well, why don't we go inside? We can have proper introductions in the warm." Daphne hid her nerves, presenting herself well.
Everyone agreed, leading (Y/N) inside. The family lined up like soldiers, with Anthony stepping forward to introduce everyone.
"I hope I don't have to reintroduce myself." he teased.
"Of course not, how could I forget you, Anthony? After all the trouble you and Simon got into?"
He chuckled, but cast a worried look towards his mother. He quickly continued.
"My mother, Violet, sisters Daphne, Eloise and Hyacinth, and my brothers, Benedict, Colin and Gregory."
"And your nephew." Simon added.
(Y/N) reached out a finger for the baby to hold."Yes, he's bigger than I thought he would be."
"Children do grow so fast." Violet said.
"But you're here now to see him grow." Daphne quickly added. "And we're all very happy that you're finally here."
Everyone knew that it was Simon who had kept (Y/N) away. He loved his sister with all his heart, which is why he never saw her; she was living a happy life, he didn't want to dampen that.
"The chefs have prepared a marvelous lunch. The table is all set if you are hungry now?" Voilet asked.
"Oh, yes, as long as everyone else is."
As soon as (Y/N) agreed, Colin, Eloise and the two youngest were off. They were starving, even though they had eaten only a few hours ago. (Y/N) giggled to the relief of the others. They slowly followed behind, but Simon was hesitant. (Y/N) gently nudged him forward.
"Go, see your family. I have all the time in the world to get to know Daphne."
Simon thanked her, still carrying his son as his other arm wrapped around his wife. Another arm appeared in front of (Y/N), ready for her to take it.
"May I escort you to the table?" Anthony said.
"Thank you, I much appreciate it."
They both knew they were being dramatic, though it was sweet of Anthony to make the gesture.
"How many years has it been?"
"Too many."
"I'm sorry your brother hasn't involved you. If the...situation between him and Daphne had been different, I know you would have been here straight away."
"I know. And I understand how stressful that all was. But as said before, I'm here now. I must say Anthony, I have missed you."
"Really? Even after all those times Simon and I riled you?"
"Yes. Although annoying, you both had your tender moments. I remember one evening, you and Simon were returning from your club, and you both had found yourselves in a quarrel with some other members. They followed you home, and I was waiting by the back gate to sneak you back inside. They were closer than expected, and do you remember some of the horrible things they said to me?"
"Unfortunately I do. And I unfortunately remember what happened next."
"It was very chivalrous for you to defend me, though you needn't have fought. Your nose wouldn't stop bleeding!"
"But you were right by my side, holding a handkerchief for me."
"Yes, because if you got blood on the carpets, you would have something worse than a bruised nose."
The pair were laughing to themselves as they walked into the dining room. Most were already seated. Anthony guided (Y/N) to her chair, next to Simon, who stood to tuck it in, but Anthony beat him to it. Simon watched his friend's moves very closely, knowing deep down that Anthony was just being polite; however, he wasn't too fond that they were sat opposite each other, able to gaze into each others eyes.
Simon tapped his glass with a knife once everyone was sat, standing with said glass in his hand."Before we begin eating, I would like to propose a toast."
Everyone immediately grabbed their own glasses, except Eloise, taking her time as she huffed; couldn't they at least toast after the meal?
"To my sister, (Y/N). I am so happy that you're here with me, with us. I'm sorry I haven't been a better brother but that will change now. And I can't wait for you to get to know this loving family, who made me one of their own, as I know they will you."
"To family." Benedict finished.
"To family." Everyone cheered.
"Now the food. Please." Eloise needed a plate in front of her.
All through lunch, Simon kept a close eye on his sister and Anthony. He was awful at keeping up with conversations, slow at eating, he just had a weird feeling when he glanced at them both. Simon constantly apologised to Daphne, blaming the long journey for his daydreaming.
However, Anthony and (Y/N) might as well have been dining at their own table. They were in full conversation, of course others chimed in to join, but they couldn't stop reflecting on the past and laughing. It was impossible to not notice how well they were getting along, and Violet had a glint in her eye as she saw how much Anthony was smiling. He never smiled this much, and the way he was looking at (Y/N) reminded her of how her husband used to look at her.
After dinner, they retired to the drawing room, sipping on fresh lemonade as Hyacinth showed off her new skill on the piano. Simon sat with his child in his lap, Daphne by his side, and although he was thoroughly enjoying the time with his family, he couldn't stop gazing over at his sister.
Unsurprisingly, (Y/N) and Anthony were cosied up, still smiling ear to ear as they continued talking. How could they have so much to talk about?
"Let's put him to bed Simon, for a nap. He's getting fussy." Daphne interrupted his thoughts.
Simon didn't want to cause a scene, agreeing to put their son down together. Even as they left the room, Simon's eyes lingered, and he immediately became tense once they were out of sight.
"Has my brother dazzled you?"
Simon was quiet as he laid down his son."Hm?"
"Well you haven't stopped staring at him all night."
He sighed."Was I that obvious?"
"You were indeed. Would it be so bad?"
"What?"
"Would it be so bad if my brother loved your sister?"
"Daphne-"
"Has he been disrespectful? Has he done her wrong? Has he done anything that we did?"
He was stumped. Although his brotherly instincts were kicking in, wanting to protect (Y/N), realistically he knew Anthony would never hurt her. Anthony was trustworthy, he knew him inside out and just from tonight, there was something there.
Simon didn't reply, but Daphne knew he wasn't ignoring her. She could see him thinking it all over as he walked to the window.
"It's only good news depending on how you look at it."
"I know, but it will be fine-"
"No, look!"
Daphne quickly joined her husband at the window, trying to see what he was looking at. Down in the gardens was Anthony and (Y/N) taking a stroll. The pair were lit by the setting sun which was casting a beautiful orange and pink glow across the garden. Although they had not stopped talking through the afternoon, now they were silent, both silently worrying that the other had no more to say.
"(Y/N)-"
"Anthony-"
The spoke at the same time, pausing for a moment before laughing. Anthony said nothing, being a gentleman and letting (Y/N) speak.
"I was just going to say how much I have enjoyed our time together. It feels as if no time has passed since the last time I saw you."
"How long will you stay?"
"Sorry?"
"Well, are you staying for a short visit? Or perhaps an extended time?"
"Simon and I have not discussed that as of yet. I am to be staying with a friend of mine who lives in the Ton, so I shall be here for a little while."
Anthony couldn't help but smile."Good, that is good news."
They were quiet again as they continued walking, only taking small steps as they wee nearing the end of the garden. They were standing close to one another, and although they had linked arms before and been sat on the plush sofas, this held more tension. Perhaps it was the way neither of them wanted to startle the other, despite their desperate want for affection. As their minds drifted off to where this was leading, their hands ever so delicately brushed. Both were startled, halting their steps and looking at each other.
"My apologies-"
"Anthony, it's fine. I...I just wouldn't have expected this."
Anthony thought for a moment, glancing down at their hands that were no longer close. He didn't like it. He wanted to be bold and take the next step, even if it was just holding one another's hand. But this was Simon Basset's sister. And it was (Y/N), who he had the upmost respect for.
"Miss Basset?"
"Anthony, why are you calling me that?"
"May I enquire into the address of your new lodgings?"
"Yes? Why?"
"So that I may call on you in the morning?"
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abridgertonfantasy · 2 years
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[SUMMARY: Anthony Bridgerton can’t help his attraction to Daphnes bestfriend, Julianne Robinson. Fighting the temptation to seduce her he gives in to his weakness and takes her virginity in a carriage.]
Smut
“What would you know about the urges of a man and how tempting you were to him?”
It was always a treat visiting your bestfriend Daphne. Always welcomed with love, you enjoyed time in their home with her lovely mother and treats. One of your favorite parts of your visit was seeing her oldest brother Anthony. No one knew but you had grown a crush on him as you grew older. Never had you spoken of it, but little did you know Anthony himself felt an attraction towards you. After Daphne married Simon you had not seen much of Anthony but tonight that would be different. Choosing to wear one of the nicest gowns you owned you smiled looking at yourself in the mirror. A soft pink with gold complimented your skin wonderfully.
“Oh Julianne, how lovely it is to finally see you.” Daphne greeted you with a smile with her husband beside her.
“Like wise, I have been looking forward to today for some time now.” You returned a smile as she walked with you into the parlor.
There were her siblings Benedict, Colin and Hyacinth.
“Where is Anthony?” Their mother Violet sighed right before he stepped into the room. Handsome as ever you did your best to hold back a smile.
“Right here, mother, someone has to get the paper work done-“ Anthony teased with a smile when his eyes unexpectedly landed on you. Anthonys world stopped in that very moment. It had been almost a year since he had seen you and you were just as beautiful as ever. You remembered how he used to always look at you but quickly look away when you would catch him. No one ever noticed the attraction the two of you tried to hide from each other.
“Julianne-“ the two of you always on a first name bases having been so close to his sister.
“How wonderful it is for you to grace us with your presence.”
“Indeed! I have many things I must speak to you of!” Daphne interjected before you could respond. Anthony smiled at you before Violet led you all into the dining room.
All of you sat down and enjoyed your meal speaking of different things. Daphne could not stop speaking of her son making you smile.
“He must bring you much excitement,” you looked at Anthony watching as he happily looked over his nephew.
“Always.” He turned to you and didn’t take his eyes off you as you went on to continue with Daphnes stories.
After much conversation, after the meal you decided to go out for some air in the garden. Usually Daphne would take this break with you but having her son and husband you excused yourself alone. Anthony watched as you walked to the door and let yourself out, Benedict noticing how distracted he was.
“Excuse me-“ Anthony quickly stood up and let himself out immediately spotting you stepping into the garden.
“Finding a way to leave?” Anthony’s voice made you turn in surprise as he appeared under a soft light in the dark garden.
“Anthony..” you whispered with a smile as he approached you. He was a tall man and practically towered over you by nearly a foot.
“Julianne..” he responded with a smile that made his dimple appear.
“You look…-“ his eyes happened to glance over the hint of cleavage you showed, your skin turning hot as you noticed.
“You look wonderful,”
“Thank you” he didn’t take his eyes off you as you looked up at him. Butterflies in your stomach you noticed him looking at your lips. He seemed distracted…and that he was. He wondered how soft your pink plump lips must’ve felt…how they would feel against his own lips.
“Anthony..?” He quickly looked up at you and cleared his throat.
“Forgive me…I-“
“It’s okay” you spoke softly with a voice that only seemed to captivate him more. You wondered what was on his mind, whatever it was…you couldn’t stop thinking how handsome he looked thinking of it. The two of you not realizing how distracted you were with the attraction you had for one another, you realized it was getting late.
“I should get going now”
“I’ll shall accompany you and make sure you arrive safely.”
“Oh there is no need, my chaperone-“
“Left.” He interrupted rather confidently. He himself being the one to tell the chaperone they could leave, as he would be responsible for your safe arrival.
“Left?”
“Yes, I’ll have a carriage ready in no time. You’ll be home before you know it.”
It was strange that your chaperone had left and not even say a word. After thanking Violet for the invitation tonight, you spoke with Daphne for some time before being led out to the carriage. Anthony took your hand and helped you get inside before he followed right behind you. Across from you, he sat in the carriage as you looked out into the night.
“My chaperone didn’t say anything to you?” You asked without looking back at him.
“I told her she could leave-“
“You were the one who told her to leave?” You turned to him a bit surprised.
“Don’t trust me to get you home safe now?” He spoke with a smirk as you rolled your eyes playfully and looked back out.
The carriage began to move as you sat back comfortably and took a deep breath before noticing Anthony was staring at you again. He could tell he caught you off guard as you nervously looked away.
“If I’m being honest..” Anthony began to speak breaking the silence for the ride
“I’m rather surprised you need a chaperone at all and don’t have a husband beside you.” His words practically made your eyes bulge out as you looked back at him.
“I beg your pardon-“
“Do not take offense, Julianne. I just don’t understand how a woman with your looks has yet to be courted.”
He was complimenting you.
“Oh..I-“
“You are beautiful Julianne Robinson.” Your heart skipped a beat, his words, his voice…the way he said your name. His eyes once again roaming down to your cleavage, he could tell he was making you nervous as he watched your chest rise with each breath.
“Anthony..” For so long he had felt this attraction towards you and he knew you felt it too.
“Anthony..”
“Do not say my name-“ he whispered. He couldn’t take the urge he felt whenever your voice uttered his name.
“Excuse me?” You asked confused as he pressed his lips together. He simply wanted to have more time with you, as he didn’t know when he would see you again. He had no idea this would only give him a fight.
“Anthony” you whispered once more.
“Sit next to me,” you spoke softly, your suggestion making him take a deep breath before he stood up and sat beside you. Looking over you could see his jaw clenching as he looked over to you.
“Perhaps I shouldn’t-“
“I want you to.”
Anthony chuckled in response raising his brows as he struggled to compose himself. The man felt he was ready to burst through his pants at any given moment. You had no idea what you were doing to him, and he didn’t expect you to. What would you know about the urges of a man and how tempting you were being to him? You were innocently looking up at him as you noticed him become more fidgety. How was he suppose to ignore this feeling?
“Julianne Robinson..” he rubbed his hand over his lips, clearly looking flustered.
“Anthony Bridgerton.” You responded confidently. He froze at the sound of your voice saying his full name, he looked down at you and that’s all it took.
Anthony lost control of himself.
Unexpectedly Anthony grabbed you making you squeal as he kissed you. You were in shock feeling his lips against yours, his tongue prying your lips apart.
Oh but you didn’t want him to stop.
Never before had you felt this way.
The feeling at the pit of your stomach, in between your legs. Being a virgin you did not have much knowledge of many things but at this moment you knew you wanted him. For so long you had wanted this man.
In that moment you didn’t care of anything else and neither did he. You lay back as he moved on top of you kissing you roughly yet passionately. Moaning against his lips you felt his hand move up beneath your dress, your heart racing like it never had before.
This wasn’t right and you knew it wasn’t, yet it felt too damn good for you to stop. He pulled off whatever you had beneath your dress, you could hear him unbuttoning his breeches. Shivering your dress higher revealing your thighs and stockings you blushed. He moved quickly, he was eager to feel you and that’s when he did. You gasped and froze at the sudden feel of him entering you. He didn’t move, it took everything in him to not move. His face dug into the crook of your neck, your lips against his ear, he could hear you breathing quickly. In shock with what you were feeling, in shock with what you both were doing, he thrusted again making you whimper. Squeezing his eyes shut he once again held himself still allowing you to adjust to his size. He could feel you becoming more aroused, he could feel you throbbing around him. Slowly lifting his head up, he looked down at you this time looking into your eyes he thrusted again. He could see the shock yet pleasure on your face, the innocence yet need for more.
He moved in a slow rhythm as the carriage moved. His lips finding yours again as soft moans escaped yours, pleasure slowly started to build. It felt right even though it was wrong, you loved being so intimately close to him. Grabbing onto his collar you light trembled beneath him. You couldn’t believe after all these years of shared glances, flirtatious looks and even words…this is what it came to.
Anthony Bridgerton took your virginity in a carriage ride home.
“Julianne-forgive me” he choked out when you noticed his jaw clench up tightly, he buried himself inside you and didn’t move as a hoarse groan escaped his lips.
“Oh-“ you gasped as you looked up at him, he almost looked as if he was in pain.
“Anthony?” You whispered but he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t say a word as you felt his body go limp on yours. Slowly he pushed himself up and sat back across from you as he adjusted his breeches breathlessly.
“Anthony…are you ok?” You asked as you pushed yourself up and fixed your dress.
Of course he wasn’t ok, the man had just exploded in you.
“You must forgive me” Anthony spoke hoarsely as he brushed his hair back. He couldn’t believe what he had just allowed himself to do.
Quietly you sat not sure of what to say when the carriage ride stopped. Without saying a word but clearly lost in his thoughts, Anthony helped you out of the carriage. Your chaperone waiting at the door, you thanked Anthony for getting you home and silently walked away.
Anthony sat in the carriage alone in silence, staring at the seat across from him thinking over what just happened. That’s when he spotted the small drop of blood seeped into the seat. Cursing at himself he looked away, you didn’t deserve this. How could he have allowed himself to have you this way.
Laying in bed that night you couldn’t stop thinking about how Anthony kissed you, how he touched you, how he felt. The look of guilt in his eyes as if he was angry at himself for giving into temptation…but the thing was, you didn’t mind it. The risk of being ruined for Anthony Bridgerton, oh it was so wrong but it felt so good.
A few days had now passed and you had not heard of Anthony. Truly you didn’t know what to expect after what happened but you hoped to hear from him.
Wandering through the town with your chaperone you entered a fabric shop to buy a new dress. Hearing giggling and snickering around the shop you continued to look at the fabrics when you turned to the back and were shocked to see Anthony Bridgerton.
There he was standing beside a woman which seemed too close for comfort.
Oh you should’ve known.
The woman beside him gasped and quickly separated herself from him as you stood still with your lips parted.
“Lady Robinson” the woman spoke politely as Anthony showed instant guilt on his face.
“I..I should go prep some fabric in the front.” The woman quickly walked past you as Anthony stood still with his hands behind his back.
“Julianne-“
“I must go” you hid the embarrassment with a smile quickly turning your face when you ran into Daphne.
“Oh! What are the odds?!” She smiled with glee while looking over to see Anthony behind you.
“Brother, I’ve been looking for you. Talking with the shop owner again I see-“
“I better get going, I’m in a hurry today. It was nice seeing you.” You interrupted her not wanting to hear anything more of what she was saying.
“You will be at the ball, won’t you?” She asked as you rushed off towards the door. Anthony waiting for your response looked your way, hoping you would say yes.
“Oh..yes”
“Perfect…I’ll see you then” Daphne smiled before turning back to the dresses as you left.
Anthony watched as you walked off without looking back. He couldn’t imagine what you thought of him, truth was, he couldn’t stop thinking of you more than ever.
But he was ashamed.
Anthony had been with many women but he knew you had never been with a man. He felt you deserved much more than to be seduced in a carriage late at night, you deserved more respect than that and truthfully he was angry at himself for it. Daphne would kill him if she knew what he had done, he was sure of it.
Yet, even through all the shame… Anthony wanted more.
Days later your chaperone had placed all your belongings together for the ball that night. Sitting in your chair as you brushed your hair you continued to think of Anthony. A part of you wanting to feel his touch and another part of you was….angry. How could you be a fool to think a rake would have treated you differently. Putting too much trust in the idea that this was your best friends brother. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath trying to shake off the thoughts when you suddenly froze. Your eyes bulging open you realized you had missed your cycle…
Any ideas for a part 2?
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fanaticalfantasist · 2 years
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A Secret Skill (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)
Author's Note: There will be more of Duchess Series coming this week, but in the mean time I hope you enjoy this quick blurb.
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Lady (Y/N) Beaumont was the perfect young lady, she was clever, beautiful and creative. She was the perfect match for Benedict Bridgerton, everyone saw it that way. It helped that they were also deeply in love with each other, from the moment that they'd met a garden party held by Lady Danbury they'd been courting. They'd danced at every ball, spent hours together and both of their sibilings adored the other. Execept one thing, Benedict had yet to propose and quite frankly it was becoming frustrating for (Y/N).
This had led to her needing to let her frustration out, she'd been snapping at her brothers, much to their amusement. All of this led to her brother suggestig she join them in fencing practice. So there she was in the garden wearing her brother shirt and trouser and a sword in her hand. It was clear her brothers, Henry and Charles, thought that she'd give up quickly when she realised she was not skilled as them.
Oh they were very wrong. She was a natural at it, she'd one every duel so far. She was batteling the eldest Beaumont son John at the moment that Benedict arrived. Today was the day he had planned to propose to the love his life. He had not epxected to see her with a sword attacking her brother in an incredibly skilled way.
She moved with such skill that John lost his footing and fell to the floor, her sword pointed at his throat. Turning to her brother she spotted Benedict and turned crimson red to have her love see her in such a masculine way. Something her mother would scream about for hours, this was it. He was going to leave her, end the courtship and she'd be unhappy for the rest of her life. (Y/N) was cursing her brothers for suggesting this idea.
Benedict walked up to her, all smart and beautiful speeches leaving his mind. She was perfect. "Marry me" was all he said before kissing (Y/N) with all the passion he had.
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cosmal · 2 years
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arranged | benedict bridgerton
pairing: benedict bridgerton x reader
authors note: forgot i had this in my drafts so i roughly edited it so i could post it. so if it’s a bit messy at the end, sorry about that! also i’m not very good at bridgerton dialogue or vocab so sorry if that’s also a bit rough :)
summary: benedict bridgerton has been in love with you since your were kids. and he will not stand there and watch you ruin your life with an arranged marriage.
warnings: angst, arranged marriage, gross old men
words: 3000+
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you had never been one for the fuss and feathers of which was a ball. you found it so very demeaning to women and not to mention, two-thirds of the men at every ball you found yourself at, were almost double your age. even though with each season passing, you grew older, the men still stayed at their very old age. it seems as if the ton were never running short of old men looking for young women to marry.
your very own debut seemed like it was forever ago; in reality, it really was. but every year you managed to pursue to the end of the season without a possible suitor wanting to court you, let alone want your hand marriage. your mama didn’t mind either. your father had left a large inheritance for you both after his passing, so she knew that when she did pass away, you would have enough money to support yourself for many, many years to come. so however you decided to spend your time at the many balls that you attended each year, whether it be finding a love match, or hiding away in the shadows, then so be it. it was your choice, and she would support you with whichever path you would take in life. she didn’t care what other people thought about your love life, which was a hard thing to do in high society.
your disinterest in balls and marriage was probably how you had become so close with the bridgerton family. the idea of marriage for a few of the family members was a displeasing one, to say the least. eloise was so very opposed to the way in which men and women became married in today's society. anthony barely even wanted to marry for love for the many years he had been out in the world and then there was the second eldest, benedict, who just hadn’t found his way in life and hadn’t even thought of marriage for many seasons. you had both found yourselves in similar predicaments and maybe that was why you had become close with the bridgerton man.
for the many years that your family had been friends with the bridgerton family, you had always gotten along with the second-born child of violet and edmund. you were closest in age to him, and basically growing up together, you had almost been attached at the hip since you could both walk. whenever you had found yourselves in each other's presence, there was never a dull moment nor a pause in conversation. you were truly grateful to have such a gentleman in your life to make up for the lack thereof in high society. 
benedict had always been the one to stop you from being whisked away by strange men at every ball you both attended, and you to him. you would always be there with an excuse as to why he couldn’t dance with women you knew weren’t the right match for him. especially when you knew he wasn’t interested in anyone at the dance to begin with. some of the excuses benedict would make to rid the male suitors for you were absolutely outrageous at times, but he knew that they would always get a giggle out of you, and a sour look from them. you were truly grateful for how benedict would respect your wishes and help you with the tasks of turning away possible candidates. he was also thankful to you for helping prolong the happenings of another wedding in the bridgerton family.
though not even the actions of benedict bridgerton would be able to help keep away the old men of the gentry anymore. last week your mama passed away, pneumonia getting the best of her. you had been a mess, cooped up in your own empty house for the past couple of days, mourning the loss of your beloved mother. you knew that now that it was just you left in the house, that would mean that one of your forgotten relatives would be joining you in your home, to become the new head of the house. uncle roger, your father's brother, had always tried to weasel his way into your house, into your money, ever since your father had passed away. though your mother always opposed it and would find a way to keep him away. whether he was afraid of losing his connection to your family and the money, or your mother had something over him, he stayed away. up until now. you were now living alone in your house, without a husband or a head of household, so he was to move in. and you knew your days without a husband were soon to disappear.
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“are you sure you are ready, y/n?” benedict asked you as you sat on the seat opposite him. the formalities of proper titles were dropped years ago, as you were all basically family. except you still insisted on still calling lady bridgerton by her title, because it felt right.
lady bridgerton had insisted you come to your first ball back, with her and her family, just so you felt some comfort being surrounded by people you knew, not sir y/l/n. “yes benedict. i promise.” you gave him a small, unconvincing smile, before standing to follow eloise out the door to get to the carriage.
“she can take care of herself…” lady bridgerton mumbled into benedict’s ear once you were mostly out of earshot.
“yes i know- it’s just as soon as she heads to that ball, i know her uncle will have suitors lining up for her out the door.” he sighs, placing his hand over his mama’s.
“she has avoided married life her entire adulthood, i am sure she can do it for another season. but if lord y/l/n arranges someone for her, there is nothing you can do about it.” lady bridgerton exited the room, hoping not to keep the rest of the family waiting.
“there are plenty of things i can do about it.” benedict mumbles to himself before following behind his mama.
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benedict, eloise and yourself, once again found yourselves surrounding the refreshments table, not one thought crossing any of your minds to head to the dance floor.
you and benedict sipped on your champagne, as you both eyed uncle roger over the rims of the flutes. before you knew it he was making his way over to the three of you, well really you, with another gentleman following behind.
“miss y/n, i would like you to meet sir buford.” your uncle introduces the old man next to him, grabbing hold of your upper arm, “he would like to have this dance with you.”
“i would rather poke my eyes-” before you could even finish your sentence, your uncle was squeezing your upper arm with such a force, you were sure it would already be turning purple. “oh i’m sorry! of course i would like to dance with you!” you strained out, a fake smile plastered across your face
benedict almost spat his champagne out, becoming a spluttering mess. he looked to you to hopefully find humour in your reply, but all he was met with was a hurtful smile as you took sir buford’s arm. you didn’t even look back at benedict, hoping to seek refuge in the remarks he usually made to save you from your possible suitors. benedict was bewildered as to why you wanted to take to the floor with such a decrepit old man.
he reached out to grab your arm, turning you around whilst trying to be dragged off by sir buford. “what are you doing?” benedict slightly laughed, confusion etched over his face. he obviously knew you didn’t want to dance with this man, so why were you even entertaining the fact? but all you did was give him a pitiful smile before being dragged off even more.
benedict watched on as sir buford’s hands got a little too close for comfort against your lower back, a look of disgust formed on your face. he hadn’t seen you dance in such a long time, and it made him think back to the last time you probably did grace the floor. which was with him. he remembered how your face was much the opposite to what it was with sir buford’s hands on your own. it made him think how if he had ever had the courage to ask you to the floor again, you wouldn’t be in this situation. it wouldn’t be buford’s small hands slowly making their way lower on your back, it would be his own holding you with the respect you deserved. he would hold you so delicately in fear that you would crumble under his touch.
benedict quickly shook the thought from his head, scorning himself for thinking of you like that. he had always had held such adoration for you, always wanting there to be something more between the two of you. but he held too much respect for you and your feelings towards marriage. he would let you find your own way in the world, and if there was no room for another in your life, then so be it.
benedict had been so caught up in his selfish thoughts, he hadn’t only just managed to turn his attention back on to you as you had stormed out of the hall, a gloved hand raised to your teary eyes. without even thinking twice, he followed after you, mere seconds after the door had closed behind you. he opened it back up, calling out your name, the edge of your dress just slipping around the corner, out into the backfield.
“y/n!” he called once more, watching you rush out into the grass, not once turning back to look at him. you stopped at the edge of the dam, just as benedict had finally caught up to you. “y/n? what is the matter?”
you turned around, the look of your glassy eyes reflecting the moonlight, caused benedict’s heart to shrink in its cage. he had never seen you this distraught in your life. “uncle roger..he uh-“ you stammered on your words, trying not to let the tears fall down your cheeks. “he’s arranged for me to marry sir buford. the wedding is next week!” you sourly laughed at how daft you sounded.
you watched as benedict’s jaw went slack, his eyes widening momentarily. he swallowed deeply before replying, “he what?” was all benedict could muster the courage to say. the words failing him in front of you for the first time ever. you and him always had so much to talk about, but for this once he could not think of a single word he could allow to leave his stupid mouth.
“i cannot,” benedict clears his throat, stammering over his words just like you, “we cannot allow that to happen.” benedict obviously knew how arranged marriages worked and how there were very few ways to escape them.
“what do you mean, we cannot let that happen? there is absolutely nothing anyone can do.” you choked out a laugh, which quickly turned into a sob rattling throughout your chest.
your sobs quickly turned into sharp and painful breaths being pulled from within your lungs, your skin suddenly feeling as if it was on fire. you paced back and forth along the bank of the dam, your chest screaming for more air than it was possible to allow it. your hands were aching to be freed from your gloves, reaching up to your arms to try to pull the silk off.
you groan in frustration when there was no ease to getting them off, “ugh why won't they come off!” before you could ruin the fabrics by ripping off the expensive piece of clothing, benedict is at your side helping you slide them off.
“here let me help…” you look up at him as his face is mere centimetres from your own. as he pulls the last of the second glove off, he looks down at your face, his breath tickling your cheeks.
you feel his arms around your own, causing you to shift a little, but benedict’s face never looks away from your own. you quickly snap out of your daze, pushing benedict off you with your now glove-less hands.
“stop.” you let out a shaky breath, raising your hands to your eyes, to wipe the remnants of the tears that were on your cheeks.
“stop what?” he looks at you as if he’s done nothing wrong, his stupid doe-eyes looking back at you, and you swear you could’ve kissed the smirk off of his face right then and there.
you had always had feelings for the man in front of you, but you never had them as strong as you did right now, as he stood there, with only the moonlight illuminating his figure. you weren’t sure if it was because you had such an emotional week from your mother's passing, or if it was the sudden arranged marriage you had learned of 10 minutes prior. but you had never felt more love towards benedict than you had at that moment.
“someone could see us…” you mumble, stepping away from him, looking around in hope that no one was near.
“that may not be too unfortunate,” he replies, that smirk still on his face.
“what could you mean by that, benny?” his nickname falls off your tongue and you regret it straight away. given your current situation, you felt as though it wasn’t appropriate to use. you slouch forward, fiddling with your gown in your hands.
“when have you ever cared if someone was watching, y/n?” benedict laughs, stepping closer to you.
“it does not matter what i used to think anymore, benedict. all my thoughts and feelings are irrelevant now that i am to have a husband.” you laugh again for the third time that night. “i do not know what i am to do.”
tears well in your eyes as benedict makes his way over to you, “i think i know what we can do.”
“you keep saying we, benny.”
“yes, because i can help you.” he smiles, placing his hands on your cheeks, using his thumb to rub your skin. you frown up at him as he leans in to passionately place his lips against yours. at first you freeze, taken aback by his actions. but it doesn’t take long before you’re putty in his hands. you relax against his frame, kissing him back as his hands move to the middle of your back.
you both pull away breathless, your arms still around each other, “how does that help in any way, mr bridgerton?” you smile up at him, him mirroring your expression.
“because i am very well sure that you cannot get married if you are already courting someone. especially if no one has actually proposed yet.”
“that would never work.” you wave him off dismissing his thoughts, knowing that your uncle would never allow it.
“yes it will.” he grabs ahold of your hands, getting down on one knee, the biggest grin you’ve ever seen gracing his face. “will you marry me?”
your eyes go wide as you grab hold of his upper arms to try to hoist him back up off the wet grass, “what are you doing?!” you laughed.
“y/n i know this is outrageous, but i’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life.” he grasps your hands even tighter, studying your features for any changes to suggest he really should shut up. “i have loved you ever since i knew what true love was. i have loved you all the times we had been together and all the times we’ve been apart.” he stands back up, needing to be eye level with you to finish what he was saying.
“i know i have had our entire lives to confess my feelings to you, but i knew you did not want marriage. it has never been on your mind. but i cannot stand here and watch you throw away the rest of your life, married to a man who will not care for you nor show you the love that i will.”
you stood there, so unbelievably shocked at his confession. you always had a hope in you that your feeling towards benedict were reciprocated and now he was really here in front of you, proposing. you could’ve sworn it was all a dream.
“yes.” was all you say back to him. maybe his little plan would work. and even if i didn’t, you didn’t care. you would run away with benedict bridgerton and never come back if it meant that you could spend the rest of your life with him, and not with a man who didn’t allow you the time of day nor show you any respect. something you knew benedict was capable of because he had been the best man in your life since forever. there was never a day that went by where he didn’t care for you and show you the respect you deserved.
“yes?” benedict let go of the breath he was holding in, his face lighting up.
“i mean there are worse things in the world.” you giggled causing benedict’s face to drop, a hurt look playfully replacing the last.
“i beg your pardon?” he dramatically gasps, lightly pushing your shoulder.
“i am only kidding. all in good laughter.” you smile at him, taking your hands in your own, “i could not think of any better way to live my life, than to be with you. i could not envision my future without you by my side. i never have.”
you think deep down you had always seen your future being spent with the brunette boy you had grown to know and cherish ever since you were little. so when all of that had been taken away from you in the blink of an eye, you realised how badly you wanted to be with him.
“neither have i. you have always been in my life, and you always will be.”
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silverhallow · 1 year
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I re found this article and I’m still shook that my work got mentioned in a international post 🤯🤯
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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Penelope Featherington/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Benedict Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Anthony & Benedict & Colin & Daphne & Eloise & Francesca & Gregory & Hyacinth Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton & Colin Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton & Benedict Bridgerton & Colin Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton & Violet Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Penelope Featherington & Portia Featherington & Prudence Featherington Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington Additional Tags: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington-centric, Happy Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington, Bridgerton Family Feels, Colin Bridgerton Being an Idiot, Jealous Colin Bridgerton, Lady Whistledown - Freeform, Confident Penelope Featherington, Sad Colin Bridgerton, Sad, Polin, polin smut, polin fluff, polin angst, Married Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Kanthony, Bridgerton S3, References to Romancing Mr. Bridgerton - Julia Quinn, Book 4: Romancing Mr. Bridgerton, Domestic Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Penelope Featherington Loves Colin Bridgerton, Oblivious Colin Bridgerton, Protective Colin Bridgerton, Colin "My Wife" Bridgerton, POV Penelope Featherington, Insecure Penelope Featherington, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington In Love, Endgame Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Oblivious Penelope Featherington, Confused Penelope Featherington, POV Colin Bridgerton, Sweet Colin Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Bridgerton (TV) Season 3, Bridgerton (TV) Season 3 Speculation, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Sexy Times, Kinky, Feral Colin Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton In Love, Colin Bridgerton Loves Boobs, Horny Penelope Featherington, Angry Penelope Featherington, Penelope Featherington Glow Up, Horny Colin Bridgerton, Vaginal Sex, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Angst and Romance Summary:
Penelope and Colin return to the Ton. Penelope has a goal to marry and ignore the Bridgertons. Colin can't come to terms with Penelope not wanting him in her life and offers her his services to help her gain a husband. Penelope can't pretend she hates him forever and Colin is forced to realize his true feelings for Penelope as they become undeniable.
My version of how Bridgerton season 3 will go. Mixing ideas I have for Season 3 based on the synopsis for the 3rd season, things from the book and the beautiful pictures we saw at tudum. This will possibly be 8 chapters long, each chapter representing an episode of Bridgerton S3
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handotcom · 11 months
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I love fan fiction so much bc it seems like you’re reading about the ways one character loves another but really you’re reading about all the ways the writer loves both of them and it makes you love them too
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The thing about fan fiction is that you get to see your favorite characters fall in love a million different times and in a million different ways.
Sometimes even getting that happy ending they deserve.
Hours of reading stories that make you laugh and cry and hope.
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And that satisfying feeling of finishing a well written slowburn.
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the one i love most (a. bridgerton x reader)
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But I knew you Playing hide-and-seek and Giving me your weekends, I I knew you
(Warnings: cheating, folklore by taylor swift… angst), unedited
Kate was your dear friend but it was Anthony Bridgerton who had your heart. It wasn’t something that you meant…Anthony was just always there. He understood you in ways no one ever has. Maybe it was because of the friendship that you both fostered long ago. Two kids in his mother’s garden, playing hide and seek with his siblings. Your friendship was rooted on solid ground and nothing could have ever ruined it.
When Edmund Bridgerton died, it was you who helped Anthony through it all. He said it himself one afternoon while you walked through the lush green grasses of the park. You smiled and brushed it aside. He was your friend, it was the least you could do. Anthony was grateful for you. Grateful that you stayed in his life despite his shortcomings and his mistakes. You’ve always been there for him and he couldn’t just let you go so easily. It hurt him when you left. It broke him when you told him that you’d never want to receive another letter from him…he didn’t follow.
But everything hurt.
It started one night. You were in a secluded area in someone’s estate, attending the party under the guise of looking for marriage.
“My mother has been pestering me to find a wife,” he chuckled. “I don’t think I could marry yet. There’s so much to do…so much to achieve and I…” words fell from his lips as he watched you tilt your head sideways.
“What is it?”
I wanted it to be you. I want you. I want everything but I’m tied down to my responsibilities and I can’t just want you so wantonly without thinking about anything else.
“I am to attend a picnic with the Sharmas,” he sighed. “The younger sister…Edwina. What do you think of her?”
“Why does it matter? She’s smart, capable, and beautiful,” you replied monotonously. Edwina was all of these things but Anthony wanted something else.
“I think it is Kate who has my heart,” you heard him mutter. You looked up at him, hopelessness stirring in your heart. “But I’m not sure yet,”
“Shouldn’t love be as simple as knowing?”
Kate Sharma was the perfect match for Anthony and you couldn’t even deny it. It was there. They were written in the stars; foretold by the cosmos. You simply had no space in his heart. The shape of Anthony that you so carefully took care of would forever be his but you would never be. It was the same thing when he fell in love with the opera singer. He longed for her whilst he occupied your mind.
“But I want you…”
“Anthony?”
“I want you,” he said. “But if it is one of the sisters who I shall marry for the preservation of the honor of my family, then, I shall,”
Words died down in your throat. Were you not honorable enough for him? You shook your head as he neared.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the day I realized that I want you,” he whispered. “Will you allow me?”
One kiss turned into more kisses. Fleeting touches that occurred sometimes. He’d look at you sometimes while you laughed at someone else’s jokes. You’d look away when he’d dance with Kate. Soon, you were travelling the roads less travelled by; wearing Anthony’s garments as to not arouse suspicion. Soon, you were meeting an inconspicuous alleyway that led to a hidden cottage just outside of the city. Only the two of you before he marries Kate tomorrow.
“You’re getting married tomorrow,” you told him.
“But it is you who I want,”
“How many more proposals must I reject for you, Anthony?” you asked but he’d kiss you so you’d never have to think of it ever again.
Tomorrow, when you help Kate prepare for the wedding, you'll have a lump in your throat that you’ll try to swallow. When he puts the ring on her finger, you’d tear up because of how happy you were for the two of them. They’d never know the cross you’d carry in your heart; how terrible you’d feel because Anthony would never be with you. You’d never be his wife. He’d never wake up beside you ever again. You knew that he loved her and you only warmed his bed to keep him from the cold. He’d never know the guilt you’d carry for loving him while he loved someone else. He’d never know anything because at the end of the day, it was Kate whom he loves.
It’s been three days since he married Kate.
He seeked you out in all of those days. He’d come up with a smooth lie about his estate but he’d ultimately end up with you somewhere. He’d hike your skirt an inch higher than what was appropriate and when the sun sets, he’d walk away and let you go. Not today, though. You were set on telling him something important.
“A duke proposed to me,” you muttered while he fixed his belt. He looks at you.
“And what did you say?”
“That I’ll think about it,”
“Say no,” he says, sitting down on the bed, helping you with your corset. “Say no,”
“Why?” you asked. “I’m not getting any younger, Anthony,” you sighed. “My mother wants me to accept his proposal. It’s not everyday I get proposed to by a duke,”
“A viscount isn’t enough for you?” he asks, nibbling softly on your ear.
“No, it’s not like that. You know it isn’t,” you scolded, inching away from him but he holds you closer. “It’s just that…my prospects aren’t as great. Every year, my value dwindles down. This man…he’s kind and considerate. He’s not half as bad and respects me.” Every word seemed to stab Anthony’s heart, twisting it further and further until he was bleeding. “Besides, if I don’t marry, where else will I go?”
“You’ll have me,” he says. “You don’t need a duke to take care of you. I will,”
“And what of my family? What about Kate?” you asked. “Anthony, you’re only mine when we’re together. These clandestine meetings ought to stop soon,”
“Will you make him wait a little bit more? Until I sort things out,” he asks and you nod, your voice betraying you once more. You knew that you had to give an answer soon…but for now, you’ll allow yourself to take Anthony’s word for it. “I promise you’ll never have to look for somebody else to take care of you,”
Between the two of you, you both knew that things would be changing. Anthony has never faced a proposal from a duke before when it came to you. You were right. How many proposals do you have to reject just so you could wait around for him? He knew it was unfair for you but Anthony was a selfish man. He couldn’t imagine himself sharing you with somebody else. He couldn’t imagine losing you and if it took the heavens to come crashing down to do so, he would be more than happy to comply.
He watched as your carriage took you back home. For all everyone knew, you met up with Anthony by the park for an afternoon stroll. It was a daily occurence that shocked no one. Still, when he married Kate, the Ton wondered if these meetings would stop. The town moved on from one gossip to another but one thing was sure…they’d never get over how a married Viscount and a spinster from a respectable family met up every afternoon without lapse.
You sat in the drawing room of your house. You heard the whispers on the street. How shameless! You knew what they said about you but still, there was something inside your heart that bloomed whenever you saw Anthony. You’d never admit it to him and it seems that he’d never say it too but without the verbiage of confessions, you just both knew.
You hated how he made you feel sometimes. It hurt to know that no matter what you did, you’d never take things back. It hurt to know that you were hurting Kate too. She’d never hurt you the way you hurt her. Multiple times…over and over again. Anthony would never know the guilt that consumed you whenever you laid with him…the torment of knowing what’s right but doing what’s wrong because for him, what he was doing was right. He was a selfish man.
The next time you met Anthony with even more confusing feelings was a dinner hosted by your family. He was with Kate, happiness painting his face so effortlessly. Kate made him happy while you looked like you were dying multiple times. You flashed a smile when Kate found you. It was so natural, nobody would ever suspect a thing.
“Kate, you look so beautiful,” you told her. “Marriage life suits you,”
“Anthony treats me well,” Kate laughs. “I heard a duke has proposed to you…?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “I…said yes,”
“What? That’s amazing!” Kate exclaims but you shush her.
“It’s still something that we decided to keep between us,” you confessed. “A moment of peace before the Ton realizes,” You couldn’t look at Anthony who appeared beside Kate.
“Anthony, you can’t tell anyone but our dear friend is spoken for,” Kate whispers and Anthony could feel his world crumble. He showed it with a fake smile and a clench of his jaw.
“What?” he asked, incredulously. “You’re engaged?”
“Yes,” you whispered, looking everywhere but him. “I am,”
“Excuse me for a moment,” Kate says, sensing the tension between the two of you. She knew that you were the closest among the Ton and you were the one to thank for how Anthony turned out. He only ever listened to you and she often wondered if his heart belonged to someone else. Maybe you…but you were engaged now. Surely, she’d never have to worry about that. About you.
“Let’s go,” Anthony says, taking your arm and then dragging you to your room. How scandalous. It hurt to think that for him, he could drag you everywhere else without so much as a word from you. He locks the door behind him and looks at you like you’ve murdered him.
“Is it true?” he demands. “That you’re spoken for?”
“Anthony—“
“Please…just tell me,” he begs. “Is it true?”
“It is,” you nod and he inhales a breath. “I was planning to tell you tonight. He’s kind, Anthony. You’d never have to worry about how he treats me,”
“Break it off,” he says.
“Excuse me?”
“Break off your engagement. It’s my job to take care of you. While it’s early,”
You felt anger bubbling inside you. How could he ask that of you when he could never do the same?
“We can’t keep on seeing each other like this, Anthony,” you tell him calmly. “Kate loves you and I…”
“What about you? Do you love him?”
“I’m engaged to him,”
“Do you love him?”
“I’ll learn to!” you cried. “He’s a great man, Anthony and after we wed in England, he’ll take me away from here and bring me to Scotland,”
“What?” he asked. “He’ll take you away from me? What about me? What about us? You’ll forget about us that easily? Like we were nothing? You know that I need you here. Why are you leaving me? Do you not love me?”
“You can’t do that to me, Anthony,” you tell him. “I could have stayed with you for a lifetime if you weren’t married…but this—everything—doesn’t feel right anymore. I’m hurting Kate. We’re hurting her without her knowing and you’re hurting me.” you cried. “This is all too confusing for me and I’m afraid we have to let it end here,”
“We can’t. We’ve known each other in all of our years. You just can’t leave me here alone.”
“But you are married to Kate! It doesn’t feel right. Do you know what the Ton thinks? I used to think that we could just both run away,” you told him. “I thought about it but it couldn’t happen. You have your responsibilities and I have mine…”
“I need you here,” he begged, sitting down on your bed as you walked towards him. “Just stay here with me. You can marry him…just stay here with me, please,”
“Anthony…”
“Please,” he begs, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your chest. “You can’t leave me. You’re the only person in this whole world that gets me. You know me more than anyone else. You’re my person,”
“But I don’t know you anymore, Anthony. Ever since you married Kate, everything between us became purely physical. You don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t kiss me the same way you used to. You stopped letting me in,” you said, stroking his hair softly.
“Please. I’ll be better. Kate may be who I am married to on paper but it has always been you,”
“So, why didn’t you choose me?”
Anthony stilled. You’d never know how much he wanted you. You’d never know how much he yearned for you. You’d never know how he had to stop himself from loving you completely because he believes that he’d never deserve your love. He didn’t want to marry in love and you wanted it more than anything. He was tied down to produce an heir. He never wanted to love but you took it from him. He’ll always be the first born. His responsibilities must come first before his whims.
“And then what? We’ll hurt two people?” you asked, hands on his shoulders to push him away. “Anthony, I’m so tired of hurting the people that I love,”
“Am I not who you love the most?” he asks in a small whisper. “You’re who I love the most,”
“So why did you marry Kate?” you asked, breaking away from him. “You’re telling me you love me now when you’re married to someone else. When I’m about to marry somebody else,” you cried, tears flowing from both your eyes. “I’ve done nothing but love you in all our years. I was so, so, so convinced that you were going to marry me. I rejected proposals and prospects because I was holding onto that thread so badly but you never once asked me for a dance,”
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so, so, sorry,”
“If I asked you to run away with me now…would you?”
“Kate is pregnant,”
You could only chuckle as you moved from him.
“Kate is pregnant,” you nodded. ��Kate is pregnant and yet, here you are begging for me to stay. You’re about to have a family, Anthony. Why can’t you see that we’re hurting the one we love?”
“Because I love you the most,”
“Kate is pregnant,” you reminded him. “Anthony, we should stop all the emotions that linger. I’m leaving England and you have to leave me too. We’d never be the same. We could never have our nights again. I am thankful for them, trust me…but this—this needs to stop.” you shook your head in disbelief and excused yourself.
Anthony watched as you left your bedchamber. He’d have to save face and attend your wedding soon but for now, he’ll allow himself to nurse his broken heart in the place where you broke it into a million pieces.
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HONEY, I CHOOSE YOU. — A. BRIDGERTON
word count. — 2.5k+  sum. — jealous!anthony being in absolute idiot, but an idiot in love nonetheless. 
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HE HAD BEEN WATCHING YOU all night, the ball his mother and Lady Danbury had meticulously planned coming together splendidly. The last few he attended, you had danced away with your soon to be betrothed. 
Prince Rogers. 
He seemed to be everything Lord Bridgerton was not. Where Prince Rogers had silky blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the Viscount had chestnut colored hair accompanied by his even darker eyes. He had even learned the gossip of the ton — the man who seemed to occupy all your time was even tempered and carried himself with the utmost patience. 
Anthony did not. 
He hadn’t been calm ever since the prince had been courting you and it drove you mad. Any fool could see jealousy had overtaken him, slicing any tranquility he had into ruins. Alas, you were preoccupied and couldn’t see the vibrant green flashing in Anthony’s eyes — how he lost hold of rational thought and good sense when it came to you. 
Benedict had warned him of it, the night he chose to go to Siena instead of you. He told him he was making the wrong decision, leaving you in the wind when you had poured your heart out to him. The night you spoke freely and lovingly to him and it cost you more than you’d bargained for. The look in his eyes, the maddening one, as if you had told him he had six months to live. 
Even when he saw the aftermath of his rejection flow over you, he did not try to repair the damage, he watched as he saw the strongest person he knew cried over him. 
All because he too had his heart broken that night and he couldn’t stop the cruel words falling from his tongue as he watched the pure anguish turn into boiling hot fury. 
He thought he knew better to leave you alone — he wasn’t looking for a love match and you were. He had made sure to make it abundantly clear the fateful night Anthony had quite literally ripped your heart out.
Even if it had occurred last season, the wound was still open and Anthony’s quest to find a wife only added to it even more so. None of it made sense. 
You were being courted by a Prince, someone of greater status than Anthony yet his stupidly, stubborn being wouldn’t leave you. No matter what lengths he went to hurt you, there was still love there that you carried.
So, when you walked outside, Anthony followed you out to the garden but kept enough distance between the two of you. Your back was facing him, not even a little bit aware of his presence. He realized this had been the closest he’d been to you all season and it wounded him. 
Not that he’d admit it outright but your absence had left a gaping hole in his life — one he was never expecting to have. Maybe it was why he sought after you, especially tonight. Your presence is something he deeply missed and craved to be around. Even if you were on the precipice of being betrothed to someone of higher rank, he couldn’t stop himself. 
He wanted to be near you, to touch you, to feel the softness of your skin, what it might feel against his own — he wanted all of it. 
But love came with a price, one he had seen his mother paid and he wouldn’t put you through that. 
He couldn’t. 
You deserved everything the world could offer and it wasn’t him. He could only offer you a few years when the Prince could offer you more than what he could. 
“Will you stop hiding in the shadows, Lord Bridgerton?” You spoke astoundly. As if him following you was something as concrete as the flowers blooming with the help of London’s rain. 
Still having no fear for his title, or coming off proper as London society deemed. You stayed true to who always were — a forethought he was more than grateful for and admired often. 
Every woman in the ballroom would fall to their knees if he so asked, begging for just one chance with him. He knew it to be true — the only thing they cared about was his title and the gallant lifestyle which came with it. He didn’t mind it though, he himself had certain qualifications he was looking for in his wife, but none of it really mattered now. 
Maybe in the beginning of the season, when he was courting Miss Edwina, it mattered then. She ticked off all his boxes and then some, but her older sister had been making the situation rather difficult and then he heard word of the proposal the night before last and it consumed him. 
He thought you had accepted, after all he was a prince who had proposed — anyone would have immediately accepted if they were in your shoes. 
But you weren’t just anyone and suddenly, when your body turned and your eyes catching his own, Anthony couldn’t possibly comprehend why he ever chose anyone else over you. 
Neither of you said a word as he inched closer and closer until he stopped right in front of you. 
“You can’t handle it.” Your eyes tracing from his eyes to lips and back up to warm chestnut colored eyes you dream of far too often. 
“And what are you referring to exactly?” The viscount questioned while enjoying the close proximity. “You know what I’m speaking of. I’m sure of it, my lord.” 
“Perhaps, but I would like to hear it from you.” Maybe, for this time to your eyes, he didn’t appear to be arrogant. They hold a sincerity you hadn’t seen before and you wondered if it had always been there and you just weren’t really looking. 
“You can’t handle someone courting me, much less a prince. I’m sure you’ve heard from our gossiping mothers he proposed. Yes?“ He simply nodded, not trusting his own voice to speak. 
“He's a kind man, my lord. He’s handsome, charming, and seems to hold me in high esteem. He doesn’t make me feel inadequate nor does he try to silence my opinions because I’m a woman. He listens to me, respects my honor, and he comes with a title and a good family which shall give me the independence I desire. There shall be no better match than Prince Rogers.” 
To the naked eye, it would have seemed you were declaring your love, but you weren’t. It’s the same reason you had exited the ball, hiding away in the gardens.  
Anthony knew it and you loathed in the fact he did. 
“Then why haven’t you accepted?” Anthony questioned, getting closer to you, as if that was even possible. He was sure you would be gloveless if you had, flashing the engagement ring off to London society. 
But you were silent, offering him no response, only remaining in eye contact with him. 
“I know you don’t love him, that's why you can’t say yes. It’s why you haven’t walked away yet and joined him inside. You don’t love him. I know it in my bones to be true.” He swore he could hear your heartbeat, thumping so loudly with rage, the words he let fall off his tongue being the direct cause. 
“Lord Bridgerton, you did not get to accuse me and my decisions when I was clearly not your choice. Prince Rogers can give me the life I’ve always wanted. It may not be a love match but it’s more than anyone has ever offered and I can not continue to hold on to something which will never happen.” Your eyes were filled with tears you refused to let go of — just like the man in front of you. 
“Your duty comes before all else. I understand.” You kept rambling on as if you were trying to persuade yourself into accepting the prince’s proposal. 
“You cannot marry for love, you never will. I’ve heard it again and again. Anthony Bridgerton, the Viscount, swears to never even consider marrying a woman he might actually fall in love with.” You pushed away from him, his scent too intoxicating to even deal with. 
He was too overwhelming in every way. He cared too much about your suitors. He looked at you far too often. He was too close with your mother and your father's passing made him even more protective over you. He was always too close, all the time. He always followed you into the garden, anytime you went, not caring the two of you would be unchaperoned. 
He couldn’t keep his distance and it was going to be the end of you. 
“I can’t keep doing this, Lord Bridgerton. I want a future with someone who wants me. Maybe I don’t love Prince Rogers, but I can learn to love him. Can’t I? My mother didn’t love my father but learned to. It’s what I must do.” 
You weren’t even facing him — couldn’t even meet his eye. It was tortuous to him but there was no way you could look at him and refuse him. There was never a moment you had been capable of it and you weren’t sure if that would start now. 
“This is what’s best, my lord. You can find the wife you feel can best suit the role of your viscountess and I can find independence and love in the suitor I will marry. You needeth not worry about me.” You spoke so quickly, Anthony could have swore it was all in one blink. 
“If the Prince is who you want your future with, so be it..” You turned your body around but you were met with his chest pressed against yours,, his palm cradling your cheek as his gaze consumed you entirely. “But do not decide what it is I want. In this moment and every one which comes after, I only desire you by my side.” 
His eyes watched your movement, waited for something, but you were still. Not moving a muscle as the man you love made a confession, one you dreamed for many nights — but he had the worst possible timing. 
“Anthony.” The drop of his title made him happy. No matter how many times he told you to, if it wasn’t in the comfort of your own home or his, ‘Lord Bridgerton’ was the only way you would ever address him. 
God, would he drop on his knees for you right now if you allowed him. 
To hear your heavy moans as he pleasured you with his mouth, his fingers — better yet even both. He would give you everything under the sun, but you had to ask and then he’d know he was what you really wanted. In his mind, Anthony had messed up far too big for you to be with him. 
“I don’t need this anymore — you…us. I have other things to make me happier. Hobbies and responsibilities that can fulfill me.” Even as if you were gutting his hopes with the sharpest of blades, he still moved closer to you, his breath on your lips as he nose nudged yours. 
“But do you still want me?” Anthony’s voice dropping an octave lower like he was intentionally trying to torture you. “Do you still long for me as you once did?” The two of you were so engaged you weren’t quite sure where he body began and where yours ended. 
You were sure you didn’t even want to know. It’s much more peaceful to be blissfully unaware, struck under his touch, his gaze, and most importantly his affection. 
Deeply, you hated yourself for it. 
You shouldn’t feel like this, after all this time. Wanting him to touch you, to kiss you, to ravish. You should have more self-control, more restraint — but you didn’t. Not when the advances came from him. 
But he didn’t have a right to know any of it, he lost it when he mishandled you so easily as if you were nothing more than an afterthought. 
“Anthony, please, don’t act like you actually care about me. As if you want me more than just one night.” The tone you were speaking in might have discouraged him, but with your body pressed against his, it was difficult to think of anything else. 
“Just give me one more chance, I won’t disappoint you. I promise you.” He was so close to your lips, his breath on your own and it was pure torture. His strong arms wrapped around you like he was offering all the protection you would ever need. 
“I can’t, Anthony. I cannot refuse his proposal. Everyone would see me as a fool and mark me as such. My family will be better off for it. Can’t you understand that I must do this for my mother if not anything else?” 
He did, more than anyone and it terrified him. 
“I’m sorry I showed up too late for us both.” There it was, an apology from the Viscount, the one who never seemed to bear any vulnerability to you. “I apologize for making you feel as if you’re not the most important person in my life. Truly, part of me has always known but I hid away from it for so long because I’m terrified.” 
With his forehead rested on yours, his scent intoxicating you deeply, you had no strength to leave him. Especially not when he was telling you everything you wished for — the exact moment you dreamed about. 
“Then tell me what I desire to hear.” You spoke so quietly, if he was more than a few feet away, he would have missed it. “You either want to marry me or this has been nothing but some cruel, and awful joke.” 
He pulled away from you and for one horrifying moment it seemed he would walk away from you one last time, but instead he dropped to one knee. 
“This is anything but my lady.” His careful hands found your own, bringing them to his lips. 
“May I?” He gestured to your glove hand, wanting to remove the silk gracing your soft skin. “You may.” 
Carefully, his fingers traced over your skin as he exposed your naked hand to him, one he was hoping to decorate with his mother’s ring. The one he and his mother had been reluctant to give up knowing Anthony’s true intentions. 
The ones he uttered over and over until he was blue in the face — but now as he found himself down on his knee, he knew this was not a proposal of convenience or duty. You weren’t someone who had to check every mental checklist he had nor did he have to hound you with an endless line of questioning to make sure you would fit the role of being the perfect Viscountess. 
Even if you were everything he was looking for when it came to duty, this came from love and it terrified him to his core. Stupidly, it may have taken another man to see what he should have known all long, but now he knew. 
The one thing he feared more than love was losing you, and in that moment he decided he would choose you and never stop choosing you. 
When you let out a yes between your cries, he chose you. When he slipped the emerald ring on your fingers, he chose you. When you kissed him fiercely, he chose you. When he walked back into the ballroom by your side hand in hand, he chose you. 
He would never stop and he hoped you’d continue to choose him just like he would — this breath to his very last.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton & Benedict Bridgerton Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton Additional Tags: Rare Pair, Canon Divergent, S2 Canon Divergent, Penthony, fumbled attempts at courting, Kissing, kissing in dark corners, the endless suffering of Benedict Bridgerton, the sharmas never come to london, sorry y'all i love kate and one day she's gonna get something big from me but not today, tossing out propriety, anthony needing to realize his courting game is weak, and anthony needing to pivot, Wingman Benedict Bridgerton, Anthony has some psychological scars regarding marriage, we aren't fixing them today but we can kiss his forehead and tuck him in, Flirting, Benedict's POV, DO NOT POST ANYWHERE ELSE Series: Part 2 of Wake Up, Sunshine
Summary:
Benedict's plan to get Anthony and Penelope in a room come to pass. Whether or not it's a success, well, that is a different story.
Read part one in the series, Some Kind of Disaster
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ijustwant2write · 2 years
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Hands-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
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Summary: Hands are every artists worst nightmare, it’s always best to have a real model for help.
Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, slight smut
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Benedict was frustrated as he crumpled up another piece of paper from his sketch book, angrily throwing it towards the bin, only for it to mock him as it bounced off the rim. He let out a big huff, staring the the blank book in his lap. He lightly tapped his pencil against his head, as if it would help him suddenly be able to draw. And what did he want to draw? A hand.
Hands seemed to be the bane of his existence when it came to his artwork. He couldn't understand why they were so hard to draw. How could he capture every emotion and bit of soul of a person when he drew a pair of eyes, but the hands he drew looked like a twisted and wilting tree? Perhaps he had been staring at the pages for too long, he thought, rubbing at his eyes.
"Benedict?" his wife's voice called out down the hall.
This instantly lifted his spirits, carelessly dropping the book and pencil onto the table before following the sound of his (Y/N)'s angelic voice. She was facing away from him when he spotted her, quickly approaching from behind and wrapping his arms around her torso. She squealed at first, startled at the gesture until she realised it was Benedict.
"You gave me a fright." she laughed, her eyes scrunching up and smile widening as he peppered kisses on her neck, it tickled.
He let go of her to spin her around, wanting to see her beautiful face."I'm sorry, I had to take the opportunity."
"I am only joking with you my love." she beamed."I have missed you today."
He leaned his head down, slowly kissing her."I have missed you more."
He took her hand, guiding her to the front room and to the lounger big enough for the two of them. (Y/N) was pulled into his chest as they snuggled up, feeling content now that they were reunited.
"How was your ladies lunch?" Benedict asked, pressing another gentle kiss to her head.
“It was lovely, darling. I haven't seen some of my friends in so long. Lily is getting married soon, we should be receiving invites any day, and I could not believe how big Fleur has become with child!"
"Isn't the baby due soon?"
"Yes, they believe it will be a boy."
Benedict's arm that was wrapped around her waist subconsciously made it's way to her stomach."Perhaps we too will be in the same situation in the near future."
"Only if we keep trying." she cheekily glanced up at him.
"We will try for as much and for as long as we like." he whispered into her ear, sending shudders down her spine.
(Y/N) took a shaky breath before speaking."Nothing else eventful happened today, just a group of women gossiping around tea and cakes."
"It still sounds like a nice day." he hadn't meant to sound so down.
"Oh, has something happened today?" (Y/N) sat up to look at him.
He smiled at her concern."No, nothing darling."
"Something is on your mind, or it was bothering you before I came home."
"You do make all my stress melt away."
"Enough with the sweet compliments my love. Tell me."
He looked at her, not wanting to take attention away from their blissful moment. It wasn't as if his problem was the end of the world, he was acting like a child if anything. However, his wife would only worry until he told her. He too sat up straighter, holding her hands.
"I just...got frustrated with how I drew today." he explained.
"Oh Ben," (Y/N) sadly smiled,"what were you struggling with?"
"I could not for the life of me draw a hand. Or even a finger. Or a fingernail!"
She brushed away some hair dangling in front of his forehead."I can understand why they are hard to draw."
"You do?"
"Well, everyone's hands are different. Some are small, some are big, there are thin ones where you can see the bones protruding, then there are those which you can't; people also have different nail lengths and shapes, and not to mention all of the life lines and any scarring or marks that may adorn them."
"Which explains why I was struggling."
"Practice can sometimes take time. What we're you copying from?"
He hesitated to answer."Memory. I looked at my own hands too but that didn't work."
"You needed a life model."
"Yes."
"Well now you have one."
"Hm?"
"Well who better to model for you than your own dear wife?"
They grinned at each other as (Y/N) stood, pulling Benedict to stand too. She quickly pecked his lips, then gestured for him to lead the way. He had a firm grip on her hand, hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself and would somewhat succeed at his next attempt.
(Y/N) noticed the pile of balled up paper in or surrounding the bin. She felt sad for a moment, knowing he was so passionate about his work and that this was just a tiny hurdle in his pursuit to artistry. (Y/N) pressed down on Benedict's shoulders, making him sit in the chair behind him. She handed him his book and pencil before pulling a chair up in front of him.
"How would you like me?"
Benedict smirked.
(Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes."My hands."
He had tried to hold back a laugh but couldn't. Although (Y/N) was also trying not to laugh, she let it out as she jokingly smacked him his his book.
"I'm sorry." Benedict only just managed to say.
The couple tried to calm themselves, becoming poised again. Benedict relaxed back into the chair, studying (Y/N) and how he thought she could help, yet his mind was still clouded by the suggested topic they had just laughed about.
"Rest your elbow on the table." he instructed. (Y/N) did so."Now lift your lower arm and just have a relaxed hand."
(Y/N) watched Benedict as he decided whether it was right or not. She had been holding in a breath until his pencil hit the paper, trying to relax into the pose. Why was she suddenly feeling hot under her dress? She could feel her skin burning, and it crept up from her chest, to her neck, to her face. It wasn't as if she hadn't been under his intense and alluring gaze before, especially in...other situations together, so why was her husband studying and drawing her so intimidating?
Benedict admittedly didn't want to draw his wife in that moment. He wanted something more to do with her body, not jot it down on a piece of paper. He noticed how she was slightly squirming in her seat, she couldn't hold eye contact for more than two seconds. She was flustered, exactly how he liked her; he liked knowing that he still had an effect on her, and she certainly did on him. Although he could have thrown the damn book across the room without a second thought, he wondered how long he could play this out for, even if it was painful for him too.
They both sat in complete silence, the scraping of the lead on the paper was the only sound in the room. Though Benedict could have sworn he heard (Y/N)'s breathing getting sharper.
"Is it going well my love?" her throat was unexpectedly dry.
"Yes. I think you were right, I just needed the right model." he proudly put down his pencil, turning around the book with a smile.
(Y/N) lowered her hand, smiling when she saw how well he had done."Oh Benedict! It's perfect, you had no need to doubt yourself."
"It's just like you said," he set down the book, leaning forward to once again hold her modelling hand,"every hand is different. I see these delicate hands everyday, and yet, there was so much I didn't know about them."
His fingers were slowly caressing her hand, tickling her as he ran his fingertips around it in no particular pattern.
"Hm?" she could only just make out.
"You have a freckle here that I did not notice. You have quite long life lines, if I were a palm reader, you would be receiving very good news. And your ring fits ever so perfectly onto your finger."
He placed a very tender kiss to her hand, and (Y/N) melted. As he raised his head, their faces were only just apart, which Benedict changed, kissing her just as gently as he had kissed her hand. His hand slipped to hold the back of her head, but there was no list or urge to start this, it was steady, it was almost teasing but in the best way possible. They couldn't deny that they had a burning love for one another, and they weren't afraid to show it.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever drawn and set eyes upon, (Y/N) Bridgerton." he breathed out.
"I love you."
"I love you." he stood, raising (Y/N) to her feet.
With hands tightly clasped again, they actually took their time walking to their chambers, gazing into each others eyes so much that it was a miracle they were walking in a straight line. This wasn't naughty, or sinful, or just a want, this was love, and love could be shown in the biggest and smallest gestures.
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[SUMMARY: Elizabeth Jones is a friend to the Bridgerton family thanks to her father. She gets along with all except for Anthony until her father unexpectedly passes and she seeks comfort from him in the most intimate way.]
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"I...I can't do this to you, Elizabeth," he barely managed to speak. You could still feel him against you, you knew he didn't want to stop. What kind of man would he be to take your virginity this way...yet...you didn't care.
Anthony and Elizabeth
Anthony Bridgerton was a very well known man for different reasons. Usually looked at positively by most, you couldn't stand the idea of him. One of the things that stood out about him for you was that he was a rake. Many of times you had seen the sights of him attempting to pursue a woman making you roll your eyes. The only reason you tolerated the man was due to the fact that your father was very close to his father who passed away, therefore you developed a close relationship with his family. After Anthony's father passed away your father vowed to help them in any way he could. It had now been almost two years since you had last seen the Bridgerton family as you were studying in another part of London. Returning home you were told by your father that you would be joining the Bridgertons for dinner alongside him.
That evening you arrived and as always were very welcomed by the Bridgertons.
"How long has it been? My have you changed!" Violet hugged you as she looked down at you with a genuine smile.
"Nearly two years, I meant to come back sooner but-
"Elizabeth! Oh I was just going to write to you!" Daphne ran to you with her arms open. You smiled at her with a hug when you noticed Anthony step in the room.
"Look who it is," a humorous smile on his lips with his hands behind his back.
"My Lord," you bowed your head with a sigh as he winked at you playfully without others noticing. Violet quickly left the room accompanied by Daphne to make sure everything was prepared for when your father would arrive.
"You look lovely," Anthony complimented you as he always had although you wished he didn't.
"Thank you," you responded as he stepped closer to you. Taking a step back you noticed the maid in the room watching with the corner of her eye.
"Now.." he looked down at you observing every feature of yours as he squinted his eyes.
"Something is different I just can't put my finger on it,"
"I don't know what you're talking about," you quickly walked off to the bookshelf ignoring his looks making him chuckle.
"Am I making you nervous?" He raised a brow, his question making you instantly turn back to him.
"You making me nervous? Don't flatter yourself, I just don't allow myself to be taken over by your little compliments that you love to hand out to every woman whom catches your eye. I don't need them from you." You responded stubbornly making him smirk, he always loved your quick remarks.
"As a matter of fact-" he slowly walked towards you, stopping right in front of you leaving you nowhere to go.
"Those compliments were especially chosen for you, My Lady." His eyes stopping at your lips before looking back into your eyes.
"There is no one else catching my eye other than the one whom is before me, but I am sure you already know that." His words catching you off guard. Anthony always found ways to flirt with you but this was the first time anything he said actually made your heart skip a beat. Quickly you caught yourself and snapped yourself out of it, who were you kidding, this man was a rake. Just as you were about to respond the sound of your fathers voice interrupted you both.
"Father!" You ran happily to him as he welcomed you with open arms.
"My dear Elizabeth," he whispered as Anthony watched with a smile, he always knew how close you were to him. He was all you had since your mother passed away at a young age.
"Viscount. How are you?" Your father stood straight as you stood beside him facing Anthony.
"Lord Jones, I am well, always a pleasure to have you." Anthony bowed to your father as you watched along, he always showed immense respect for him.
That evening during dinner you all enjoyed each other's company and laughter. A few times through out the meal you could feel Anthony's eyes on you but you would quickly look away. You never realized that your father caught Anthony's eyes on you more than once.
Once you both returned home you and your father sat in his office talking about all you've been up to with your studies.
"Elizabeth, I'm very proud of you" your father smiled at you.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, father. What is it?"
"What do you think of Anthony Bridgerton, what were you two speaking of before I arrived?" His question making you blush.
"Nothing at all, he asked me of my studies.." you lied as you looked away.
"During supper I watched the way he looked at you as you spoke-" he smiled as he looked away.
"It reminded me of how I looked at your mother when she told her stories." Silenced filled the room for a moment as he lost himself in the memories.
"Anthony is a fine young man." He looked back up at you, as you stood silent not sure how to respond.
"Yes," you whispered although you did not very much agree with the things you knew.
"He would make a fine husband for you."
"Oh yes- I'm sorry- excuse me?" You realized what your father had said as he stood up with a chuckle.
"His father raised him right, as did I. I trust him."
"I suppose." You whispered...you couldn't deny that Anthony was raised properly. He was respectful and a gentleman to you although you knew of the few women he attempted to pursue.
Your father kissed your head good night and left you in the office alone with your thoughts. Already you struggled earlier to fight off certain thoughts and feelings Anthony had made you feel earlier that day, only for your father to make you question yourself once again.
The next morning you had planned to take a stroll with your chaperone as you usually did in the day. You had a great relationship with your chaperone Mary and considered her a friend as you both took your daily walks. On this particular day, you both came across Anthony as you decided to walk in a wooded area.
"What are the odds?" He smiled at you as he began to walk beside you.
"Not much to do with yourself today, I suppose?" You responded with a hint of sarcasm making him smirk.
"None other than join the lovely Ms. Elizabeth Jones for a walk on this lovely day." He responded smoothly making you raise a brow, your chaperone close behind as you wandered deeper into the woods.
"Is this what you usually like to do? Get yourself lost in these woods?"
"I never get lost," you responded confidently.
"I enjoy these walks away from others." You stopped at a tree filled with cherries and began to pick some throwing them in your basket.
"You pick your cherries?" He watched as you continued to reach picking a few as you walked ahead of him.
"Yes I do,"
"What if their poisonous-"
"They're not." You responded once again confidently as you turned to him.
"Do you really think I would be picking them if they were poisonous?"
Anthony chuckled fascinated by your sarcasm but more fascinated by your knowledge, he always knew how smart you were. Turning away you continued to walk as Mary stood close by at another tree collecting cherries. Anthony continued to follow you as you walked farther away until you stopped and turned to him.
"Is there a reason you're following me?"
"Is there a reason you don't want me to?" He asked with a raised brow.
"Isn't there another woman somewhere who's caught your attention?" You sighed as you continued to walk, moving further away from Mary.
"Not at all."
"Hm...quite hard to believe." You grabbed more cherries as you heard him step closer to you.
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"I beg your pardon?" His question making you look up, a playful look in his eyes.
"I am not a stubborn person at all."
"Oh yes you are, very much so." He stepped closer with his arms behind his back, his movement making you step back and turn away. Distracted with the presence of the viscount you continued to walk and had not realized what you were walking towards.
"Well I don't believe so," you responded with your chin up as you turned back to him.
"Exactly, because you're stubborn." He tilted his head looking down at you when you suddenly realized a sound slowly getting louder behind you.
It was the sound of running water...there was a river just behind you.
You felt your heart drop and Anthony was quick to notice the sudden change in your eyes, but he couldn't make out what was wrong.
"Miss Jones-" he whispered low as he took a step forward making you jump and grab onto his jacket.
"No don't move!" You yelled in fear taking him by surprise. The sound of water sounding so close behind, how could you not have realized? So distracted with Anthony Bridgerton. Anthony stood still as he looked down at you with concern.
"What is it, My Lady?" He whispered as he allowed you to hold onto him.
"There's no one behind you," he continued as you began to shake your head, looking around in a panic you searched for your chaperone.
"No, there's water. I hear it, I hear the river!" You explained with tears in your eyes without looking up at him. You hadn't realized how far you walked. Anthony furrowed his brows as he tried to piece everything together. What had you so terrified of water?
"Just please, walk back slowly I don't want to fall back," you whispered. Anthony took a moment to look behind you before looking back down at you.
"You're not close to it Miss Jones,"
"I'm not?" He could feel you shaking as you held onto his jacket tightly.
"You have my word." He assured you with sincerity. Taking a deep breath, still holding onto him you slowly turned your head and noticed, you were not as close as you thought to the water.
Oh you felt like a fool.
"I apologize," you quickly took your hands away, anxiously placing them at your side as he looked at you with curiosity.
"No need to apologize, My Lady." He could tell whatever it was, was a true fear for you.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm...fine. I...I have to go." You quickly ran around him as he turned to follow.
"Allow me to accompany you both," Anthony called out towards you as he caught up beside you.
"That won't be necessary." You responded quickly.
"Please, I insist-"
"No! I don't need nor want your company! If it wasn't for your company I would've payed more attention to my surroundings and never found myself near this river." You screamed as he stood silent when a loud thunder bolted through the area with heavy rain to follow.
"Oh great-" you sighed as rain began to pour heavily all over the two of you. Your chaperone appearing near by doing her best to cover herself.
"Please, my carriage is near by." Giving in you silently nodded and along with your chaperone took his offer for a carriage ride home.
Walking into your home you were both greeted by your father with a smile on his face before he noticed you both drenched.
"Oh no, before you both fall ill, you must go dry off. Please, the maids shall fetch you both dry fresh clothes and then you shall both join me for dinner."
Not saying a word Anthony and you both knew you couldn't deny your fathers request and did as he asked.
Sitting at the table you noticed your father excitedly looking at you and Anthony.
"I didn't know you had plans with the Viscount today."
"I didn't." You responded softly.
"She was picking cherries and I happened to come across her." Anthony explained.
"Ahh, the cherries. She's always loves picking them for me. They are my favorite." Anthony smiled at you as you looked down at your food, the things he continued to learn about you although he had already known you for long.
"I'm not so hungry father, I'm actually quite exhausted. I'd like to excuse myself please." Anthony looked over at you with some concern.
"Are you alright dear?" Your father asked with worry.
"Yes. Just tired is all." You smiled politely as you walked to him and kissed him on the head before turning to Anthony.
"Goodnight, Lord Bridgerton," you slightly bowed before walking away, Anthony's eyes never leaving you until you disappeared down the hall.
"I'm afraid I've upset your daughter, my Lord." Anthony looked back to your father who frowned.
"How so?"
"I..quite honestly am not sure. She was just fine one moment and then suddenly fear took over her completely." He whispered as he looked down remembering the look in your eyes.
"I've never seen her look this way until she realized we were near a river-"
"Mmmm..." your father nodded his head as he realized what had happened. Anthony looked up as he noticed your father understood what had happened.
"Elizabeth's mother...my dear wife passed away in a tragic accident. My Elizabeth was only nine years old when she witnessed her mother drown." Anthony looked down with guilt realizing where your fear stemmed from..
"Of course you never knew this because I promised her we'd never speak of it, a few years after the tragedy was when I met your wonderful family."
Anthony looked down in disappointment before he stood up.
"I should apologize to her,"
"You did no wrong, Lord Bridgerton. You comforted her and made sure she returned home safely. You are well in my eyes." Still he felt guilty. Anthony knew exactly what it was like to be traumatized of watching someone you love so dearly tragically die before you. Suddenly he had a different understanding to you and your way of being.
"Your father raised a fine young man, probably the only I'd trust with my daughter." A look of genuine gratitude in Anthony's eyes by his words.
Still you could hear them speaking from the top of the stairs, yet you couldn't make out what was being said. Slowly you made your way back down and quietly took a peep into the room. Anthony was standing across from your father with his hands behind his back.
"You have my word, I will always make sure your daughter is safe in my presence." Anthony's words and clear concern for you softened your feelings for a moment. You knew it wasn't his fault what happened today at all, but you weren't one who liked to show others your feelings. Anthony catching you in a vulnerable state didn't sit well with you until you realized how concerned he truly became. Your father didn't exactly have bad judgment and he didn't approve of many men for you but he always had a liking to Anthony. Maybe he had always seen what you were just beginning to see of him.
The next morning you woke up and went about your usual routine. Dressed in a purple gown, you made your way downstairs and greeted your father before notifying him today you would be off with Daphne for the day.
"Will the Viscount be present?"
"I...I'm not sure, father. I did not plan to see him."
"Hm," your father raised a brow with a smile, he was hoping to hear you would be spending more time with him.
"There is nothing going on with the Viscount if that's what your suspecting."
"That's not what his eyes tell me my dear.." he winked at you before leaving the room. It was hard to deny to yourself that you didn't like hearing how into you the Viscount seemed even after seeing you act as such a frightened fool the day before.
Enjoying your day out with Daphne, you both rode horses chaperoned close by. Speaking to one another of what you both had been up to in the time missed without seeing each other. Deciding to accompany Daphne back to her home you both found a group of men standing just outside the front door, you found it strange.
"I wonder what is going on," Daphne whispered as she walked beside you.
"I shall go find my mother, excuse me." Daphne politely left you in the parlor as you drank a cup of tea that was served to you. Quietly you placed the cup down beside you when Anthony suddenly walked in with a look you had never seen. He looked disheveled, his eyes widened, almost in some state of shock.
"Miss Jones.." he whispered as you stood up strangely.
"I..I have been looking for you. I must speak to you-"
"Lord Bridgerton if this is about yesterday, please I don't want to speak of-"
"Miss Jones," he calmly interrupted as he stepped closer to you, the closer he got the more you could see the strange look in his eyes.
"Lord Bridgerton?" You whispered.
"It's your father," your heart instantly sank.
"What's wrong with my father?" You asked with concern. The confusion and worry in your eyes broke him.
"Miss Jones, I believe your father has suffered a heart attack," your eyes widened as you stared at him in shock. A million questions flooding your mind, a heavy feeling in your chest as you placed your hand on it taking a deep breath.
"Well where is he? I must go attend to him, he must be wondering where I am-" you began to walk towards the door when Anthony stopped you leaving you more confused.
"What are you doing? I must go to my father." You insisted as you looked up at him and noticed tearful eyes as he gulped looking down at you.
"Lord Bridgerton, let me go-" you went to push past him but he held his ground.
"What are you doing?!" You yelled as your emotions began to get the best of you, in denial of what the possibility could be.
"Miss Jones...." he looked at you hesitantly.
"I'm afraid your father did not survive. I'm so sorry." He whispered as he looked into your eyes, suddenly you felt the world around you stop, you felt numb.
"Excuse me?" You spoke softly, you could barely be heard but he could see the tears in your eyes slowly begin to form.
"That's-that's impossible. I..I was just with him-" you shook your head and attempted to push him aside but he didn't move.
"Let me go see him!" You suddenly yelled, the broken sound in your voice breaking his heart.
"You're lying!" You cried out as you slammed his chest with your fists. He grabbed your arms as he struggled to find words to say. He could see the pain in your eyes, he remembered the feeling clearly.
"Please..-" he whispered attempting to hold you still.
"It's not true..it can't be true-" you cried as he looked down at you wishing he could say different. Soon Violet and Daphne walked into the room after hearing the news, Daphne with her hand to her lips as she watched how distraught you became.
"Daphne, have the maid prep a room. She is staying with us...for as long as she needs to." Violet whispered before quickly walking your way.
"It can't be true.." you whispered as you turned to Violet.
"I'm so sorry, my dear.." Violet quickly took you in her arms and comforted you as Anthony stood aside. A lump in his throat as he struggled to hold in the tears, his heart broke for you, your cries had sounded just like his mothers. He remembered those cries, the tears, the feeling he had when it happened to him.
"Come dear, let's take you to a room." Violet held onto you as you sobbed looking at the floor slowly being guided out of the parlor by her. Anthony quietly followed as the two of you went up the stairs slowly in front of him.
Laying in bed alone you could hear the whispers outside your door. Violet, Daphne and Anthony all trying to figure out what they can do to somehow ease any burden you had. They knew your father was all you truly had. After some time the whispers quieted down, you slowly stood up and put your ear to the door, complete silence. Carefully opening the door you saw no one was around, in that moment all you wanted to do was just leave the house.
It was later in the evening, it wasn't the best time for a young woman like yourself to roam off alone, let alone into the woods. Yet, during a time like this you didn't care what was right or wrong. Losing your mother young so traumatically and now your father, there was so many feelings you weren't sure how to process. Walking further and further you realized you were near the river. Not exactly sure what had taken over you, you suddenly didn't feel the deep fear you had felt at first. In that moment nothing mattered, your emotions were numb. Walking closer to the river you sat by a rock, calmly laying back on it as your eyes followed the water just as it began to rain. Oh it was cold, but you didn't care. Closing your eyes you let yourself sleep to the sound of the flowing river and rain.
Daphne had gone to check on you and quickly noticed the bed was empty.
"Elizabeth?" She walked closer to the bed and realized all your belongings were gone before running out of the room.
"Mother! She's gone!" Daphne ran inside the room making Anthony look up.
"What do you mean she's gone?" He stood up with his brows furrowed.
"She's not there, she's not in her room-"
"Where on earth could she have gone?" Violet muttered with her hand to her chest. Anthony stopped for a moment and remembered how he felt when his father died. He remembered wanting to get away from everyone, he remembered wanting to be alone.
"I know where she is.." Anthony whispered before turning to Daphne and instructing her to wait there just in case you came back first. Rushing down the stairs he ran outside, quickly taking a horse Anthony raced to where he knew you would be.
Riding through the woods he searched the trails for you, the rain pouring down heavily he turned left and right.
"Miss Jones!" He yelled loudly as he turned once again when he spotted your feet laying on the ground. His eyes bulged out as he patted his horse to race forward before he stopped at the sight of you on the ground. His heart stopped as he noticed how drenched you were from the rain, your eyes closed, he thought of the worst. Jumping off the horse he quickly ran to your side gently turning you over when you suddenly opened your eyes.
"Elizabeth.." he whispered as you stared up at him, feeling relief at the sight of you awake.
You didn't say a word, you seemed in a daze as you stared up at him realizing he said your name.
"Are you hurt?" He looked all over you to see if anything was wrong but there wasn't.
"I'm fine," you whispered making him quickly look up.
"I just...I just needed some time.." you mumbled as you pushed yourself up.
"In this cold rain, please allow me to bring you home." You quickly began to shake your head with tears.
"I don't wanna go home, there's no one there I-"
"My home, please." He put his hand out to you as he squinted from the hard rain falling on his face.
Slowly you took his hand and followed him to his horse as he bought you to his home.
Walking through the door you held onto his arm hearing a loud gasp.
"Oh dear, My Lady!" One of the maids whispered as she ran to you just as Violet came down the stairs.
"Oh my- please get her warmed up as soon as possible. Prep her a warm bath."
"I'm fine-" you insisted when you felt Anthony look down at you.
"Please Miss Jones, allow us to care for you." He looked at you with concern but certainty of what he wanted you to do. With a nod you were quickly led by the maids to a room as Violet noticed how quickly you did as her son asked.
"I'm glad she's at least listening to you, what was she thinking taking off that way?" Violet looked at her son and noticed his eyes had never left you as you walked up the stairs until you disappeared into the room. She wondered if he heard anything she said, she had never seen her son look so worried.
"Anthony," Violet called for his attention making him look her way.
"You need to warm up as well son, please before you fall ill." He once again hesitantly looked up in the direction of your room before looking back at his mother.
"I will let you know when she is settled, please go warm yourself up," she assured him as he eventually left to his bedroom. Violet watched as he walked away before looking up to your room, she wondered what had been going on between the two of you, whatever it was she had never noticed it before.
Some time had passed and Anthony was freshly changed into new dry clothes as you were. A maid had just left your room as he made his way up the stairs not wanting anyone to see him enter. Knocking on the door, he let himself in to find you sitting down on the bed staring at the ground.
"Miss Jones.." he whispered as he stepped closer, you looked up at him with sad eyes. The same look you had when he found you, the sudden fear sank into him once more, remembering how he felt when he found you on the ground. The last time he felt this kind of helpless fear was when his father died before him then he suddenly felt over come with emotions.
"What were you thinking?" His brows furrowed as he stared down at you.
"Please-" you shook your head as you stood up not wanting to hear a lecture.
"No!" He stepped closer to you face to face making you take one step back.
"Something could've happened to you! Then what? What was I to do then?!" His words taking you by surprise, his eyes looked in a way you had never seen.
"Lord Bridgerton-" you whispered as you realized he began to hyperventilate. He was so close to you, he had you backed against the wall.
"Something could've happened to you," he continued as he realized he actually thought he lost you for a moment. Anthony was coming to see that his feelings for you were much deeper than he ever thought.
"And what if I couldn't fix it, what if it was too late!" You noticed him blink back a tear.
"Lord Bridgerton..I'm sorry.." you whispered as you began to quietly cry. His eyes softening at the sight of you upset.
"I wasn't thinking, I just...I don't know but I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.." you looked down covering your face as he looked down at you. You felt his hand gently pull your hands away from your face. He felt guilty for the way he yelled at you, his worry getting the best of him.
"I didn't mean to raise my voice, I apologize," he whispered as you continued to look down and cry. You could tell he was thinking so many things in that moment yet, all he wanted to do was hold you. Without expecting it you felt him pull you in his embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he held you against his chest. You didn't say a word and simply let your head lay against him. The both of you easing down with each other's touch, your hands on his chest you slowly began to pick your head up and look up at him. His eyes instantly locked with yours for a moment you didn't move as you realized just how close to his lips you were. He noticed the way you looked at his lips, making him look at yours. This wasn't the right time, he knew this wasn't the right time yet you couldn't stop. Tip toeing just a bit you gently reached up and touched his lips with yours. Your heart racing in a way you never felt, you both closed your eyes and kissed hesitantly when you suddenly heard a gasp. Quickly releasing each other you covered your lips as you realized it was Daphne standing at the door.
"Excuse me," Anthony quickly walked out of the room and was followed by Daphne.
"Brother, what on earth do you think you're doing?!"
"I don't know what you speak of, Daphne." Anthony kept walking not daring to show his face to his sister.
"I know what I saw in that room. This is not the time to court a woman let alone Miss Jones, her father just died-"
"You don't think I know that?!" Anthony unexpectedly turned staring down at his sister.
"Trust me, I know what she's feeling right now I would never dare take advantage of a woman in that state." Daphne sighed at his response, she knew her brother was better than that.
"I know you wouldn't. Our job is just too be there for her now. She needs us." Daphne continued as Anthony nodded his head.
"Of course."
That night you lay in your bed feeling so many feelings at once. You had cried so much you felt you couldn't cry any more, all you wanted was the feeling gone. Thinking of Anthony for just one small moment you were distracted from the pain. The kiss making you smile before reality once again sunk in. Your smile fading, you couldn't sleep. The thunder could be heard loudly as you stood up and decided to go downstairs. In that exact moment Anthony caught you leaving your room, he followed silently behind you wondering where you would go until he saw you step into the library. Anthony was hesitant to follow you inside, he looked around making sure no one was near before walking in the room.
Inside he found you looking out the window watching the rain pour heavily until you heard movement behind you. Quickly you turned to find Anthony standing by the door, the sight of him instantly making you let out a breath of relief.
"Lord Bridgerton," you smiled but your eyes didn't match the smile, he had never seen you look so lost before.
"Miss Jones-" he walked towards you as you stopped by the piano, eager to hear what he would say.
"I would like to apologize for earlier-"
"Apologize?" A look of confusion in your eyes.
"For what?"
"My inappropriate behavior, it won't happen again. It should've never happened." You could tell he partially didn't mean what he said.
"There's no need for an apology, My Lord." In that moment the two of you stood silent. You found him staring at your lips just as you looked at his.
"Surely you aren't regretful," you smiled as you stepped closer to him, until you couldn't get any closer.
"I definitely wasn't," you continued as you looked at his lips.
"My Lady.." he whispered, never had you acted this way with him, yet it was hard for him to ignore.
"No one knows we are here..." you whispered, he closed his eyes as he felt your breath on his lips. You knew you were exciting him. Leaning in closely you touched his lips with yours, he didn't move knowing if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop. You turned his face down to you making him look into your eyes until he finally gave in and took your lips aggressively. His hands quickly pulling you close as you wrapped your arms around him. For a moment the the two of you stopped, leaning his forehead on yours as you both stood breathless.
"Anthony," you whispered making him open his eyes and look down at you. You had never felt so out of control with your emotions before, yet for the first time you weren't trying to control them.
"Take me here," Anthony stayed serious looking down at you still trying to catch his breath. He had never seen this look in your eyes before, you were broken. You were lost and didn't know what to feel. One moment you had a guard up with Anthony now suddenly all you wanted was for him to touch you.
Anything to stop your thoughts, anything to distract you from your sadness. He stood silent for a moment not sure of how to respond. Of course he wanted to have you but he couldn't allow himself...not this way.
"Not like this.." he whispered back to you. All he could remember was what his sister said. He was to care for you and be there for you...nothing more.
"Please.." you reached behind you and began to untie your dress, surprising him as you pulled down the dress off your shoulders.
"Please don't-"
"Please, Anthony. I need you," you pushed the dress far down enough that you revealed your breasts to him and could see him instantly weaken. Never had you shown a man such intimate parts of your body before. He was hypnotized by the site of them...you took advantage and continued to kiss him. Kissing you back eagerly he suddenly picked you up and sat you on the piano as you felt his lips trail down to your neck. You moaned as he placed himself between your legs removing what you had beneath without taking his lips off you. You had no idea what this would feel like, all you knew was that it must feel good.
"Yes," you whispered excitedly as he lowered his breeches and made you feel the tip of his manhood just at your entrance when he suddenly stopped.
"What is it?" You whispered out of breath.
"I...I can't do this to you, Elizabeth," he barely managed to speak. You could still feel him against you, you knew he didn't want to stop. What kind of man would he be to take your virginity this way...yet...you didn't care.
"Please.." with tears nearly in your eyes. He was your only chance at feeling something good even if it was just for a moment.
"You're the only man I'd trust for this," you whispered looking up at him. He could see the desperation you had for it.
"I need to feel something.." you continued as you watched the struggle in his eyes, the struggle of temptation.
"No one would know.." Anthony could no longer hold himself back and without warning he plunged forward making you gasp loudly. In one hard thrust you felt him fully in you as you trembled in his arms, his lips leaning on the side of your face. You hadn't expected it to hurt at first and stood very still.
"I'm sorry-" he mumbled roughly against you as you held onto him. Your lips apart as he thrusted again making you slightly whimper. Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt you looked up at him as he continued to thrust his hips against you. Each stroke making the pain fade away, each stroke only making you more wet. Anthony had lost complete control of himself, his hand caressing the side of your neck as you moaned. You could feel his hand slowly creeping to the back of your neck just as he grabbed a handful of hair and tugged at it making you look up. He was focused, he was breathing heavily as he continued to move, you had no words. You wanted to feel what you always heard about. That explosion of ecstasy, the sensation you'd always over hear the married women speak of when that very feeling started to build within you. He watched as your eyes changed with pleasure and curiosity all at once. Trying to understand what exactly your body was feeling in that moment, he felt you tighten up around him, your nails dug into his shoulders when you let out a moan that nearly made him explode. Holding him close, your lips against his ear, the erotic sounds you made, your body shuddered against him, Anthony had never reacted so weakly to a woman's climax before. Unexpectedly he cried out leaving you confused as he buried himself in you.
"Anthony-" you whispered as he hid his face in the crook of your neck and cried out once more with one last thrust before he stood still. Neither of you said a word. Slowly he bought you down to your feet as you looked up at him trying to catch your breath. You noticed he wouldn't look you in the eyes. Quickly he turned away and adjusted his clothing, he refused to look at you...he couldn't. The man felt shameful of his actions, he felt as if he took advantage of you yet...you knew this was what you wanted.
"Anthony?" You whispered as you finished fixing your dress.
"You should get some rest, guests may come tomorrow to give their condolences. You need all the rest you can get." With those words Anthony left the room leaving you alone as he struggled to accept what he had just done. This wasn't the kind of man he was, this wasn't the kind of man he was raised to be...this wasn't what your father thought of him. The thought of your father made him sick to his stomach knowing how much he trusted him. Anthony had no idea how he could face you again living in his home. How tempting it was to have you so close, to know you wanted this...why did something wrong have to feel so good.
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fanaticalfantasist · 2 years
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Anxiety (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)
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It was a moment that he'd spent the last two months counting down too, but now that it was happening Benedict felt nothing but anxiety. A deep fear was working its way through his veins, flooding into all of his organs. An all consiming anxiety of What If?
He was stood at the front of the church, his new suit was slightly tighter than he liked. And the flower in his lapel, a peony, was making his nose twitch. Anthony and Simon had taken it upon themselves to not only give him more alcohol than he'd ever seen, and there advice on what it meant to be a husband. Most of it was unrepeatable and a few gave him some ideas.
But none of that mattered now, what mattered was that he didn't run away. He loved (Y/N) from the moment he'd met her, shouting her way into the Royal Academy pointing out that she was a far more superior artist than most at the academy. But anxeity was playing with his mind, which meant his biggest what if was what if she didn't show up.
What if (Y/N) left him standing at the altar?
But what if he wasn't a good enough husband?
What if she realised she could do better?
What if her father had changed his mind and was ending the relationship?
What if she'd been in an accident on the way to the church?
He could feel his heart rate increasing and his breath was going quicker and quicker. He didn't quite know what was happening to him but he couldn't act like this in front of the church, turning to Anthony was a panicked epxression Benedict bolted into another room. He could hear people muttering, as he'd timed his need for a break with the arrival of his bride.
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(Y/N) saw Benedict run, she knew he wasn't going to leave her at the altar. He wasn't that type of man. The Ton might see his artistic nature as a cause of concern, that he was too bohemian that he'd rather take opium and paint. But he'd told her his every secret, he'd told her what she meant to him. He was also an honourable man, and would never hurt her.
(Y/N) hitched up the overly detailed dress her mother had chosen for her and marched down the aisle. She pushed past Anthony and the priest entering the room Benedict had run away into. He was bent over a table taking deep breaths his jacket and waistcoat where strewn on the floor.
(Y/N) carefuly made her way over to him and placed her arms around his waist. Benedict tensed for a second before he realsied who it was, she moved her mand up this heart and just held him. When this didn't work she took his hand and placed it on her heart. They stood starting into eachother's eyes as Benedict's breathing calmed down.
"Ready?" (Y/N) asked holding out his waist coat for him.
"Ready."
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burnthoneydrops · 9 months
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masterlist
bridgerton
What Time Has Done [Benedict Bridgerton x original character series]
Subtle(tea) [Benedict Bridgerton x reader request]
A Proposal of Convenience [Anthony Bridgerton x reader request]
Moonlit Confessions [A proposal of convenience pt 2 (Anthony Bridgerton x reader)]
The Sun and the Moon [Eloise Bridgerton x original character series]
spider-man
Is That my Sweatshirt? [Peter Parker x gn!reader)
stranger things
Blonde [Robin Buckley x fem!reader]
Meet the Parents [jonathan byers x reader]
daisy jones and the six
Coffee and Donuts [Graham Dunne x gn!reader]
luckiest man on the planet [graham dunne x fem!reader]
ted lasso
Like I Always Do [sam obisanya x fem!reader]
Drunk in the Back of the Car [Jamie Tartt x fem!reader]
Flirting 101 [isaac mcadoo x fem!reader]
Tickle Fight [jamie tartt x gn!reader]
Home for the Holidays [sam obisanya x reader]
the ballad of songbirds and snakes
loverboys on our hands [sejanus plinth x covey!reader]
lest beauty be wasted [sejanus plinth x covey!reader]
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daisydaisybilly · 2 years
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a love like this | a.b
pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader (gn)
summary: Anthony has a nightmare and the reader comfort him
warnings; mostly fluff, some angst, small mention of injury and that’s it I think
word count: 808
a/n: my schedule has finally cleared so I’m working through my request! Edited but might have missed something.
request: would you be up for an Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader imagine where he keeps tossing and turning on the bed and he can’t sleep and he’s afraid that the reader would wake up because of him so he goes to his study and tries to sleep there. but the reader then wakes up and finds anthony sweating because of a nightmare in the couch of the study room so she cuddles him to sleep and when anthony wakes up, he sees the reader falls asleep spooning him, he realizes that he finds comfort in the touch and breathing her scent.
MAIN MASTERLIST | REQUEST OPEN
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Most people would say that Anthony Bridgerton needed no one. Maybe not even his family and if the lady whistledown was to be believed. He was a rake through and through.
Which is why everyone was so shocked when word came of his engagement, even more so when his wedding day actually came. Everyone thought it would only be a matter of time before you came to your senses and called off the wedding.
The people of town said the title must be worth it, that maybe it was a marriage of economic proposition, a business deal pure and simple.
Maybe sometime in the start of your and Anthony’s coruship you thought that too, but you wondered what he could want from you? He had enough money, enough influence and honestly he could have anyone he wanted, but he picked you.
Now though you knew his feelings were true. He would always dance with you at parties, he would always make time for you, eat one meal a day with you and every night before you slept he would kiss your hairline and inhale.
You were happy and you hoped he was happy too.
After a long day Antony loved nothing more than climbing into bed, and watching you undress. Not even in a lustful way. It was amazing to him just how much work went into your day.
Your shy smile as you settled down next to him. While he looked through the last papers of the day you would read something, offered the latest lady whistledown, laughing at the odd line then nudging him and to tell tell him the line through a string of giggles.
Though he doesn’t get it the way you did he always graced you with a dry laugh and smile. He knew it was enough because you would sigh constantly and lean into him.
There was nothing Antony hated more than trying to sleep. It was something he had always struggled with, the room was either too warm or too cold, the bed too hard or too soft, something was always wrong.
He sat up defeated looking down to your peaceful sleeping face. Not wanting to disturb your sleep he took his dressing gown and headed to his study.
The sun had barely risen when you woke up with a feeling something was wrong, reaching out to Anthony’s side of the bed the feeling got worse. The dim light coming from the fire gave you a view of the whole room, where your husband was nowhere to be found.
After wasting four matches you finally lit a candle and went searching for Anthony. Aware the rest of the family were all fast asleep you walked as quietly as you could.
The door to Anthony study was open just a crack, you were just going to walk past but stopped hearing something.
Pushing the door open, stand in the doorway only with the small candle to light your line of sight.
“My love” you called out.
You heard what sounded like a muffed cry, with one last look behind you, you walked into the room. Holding the candle high above you to get a better view, turning on the spot to get the best look.
You nearly dropped the candle seeing Anthony curled up on the small sofa. “My love” you cried rushing over to him, you softly nelt on the floor before him, brushing his hair from his sweaty forehead.
“What happened?” You asked worriedly.
His breathing was too heavy which made you worry more, you were halfway to your feet about to call for a doctor when Anthony reached out of your waist.
“Please don’t leave me” he managed to get out through wobbly breaths.
“I’m not going anywhere” you nodded, sitting down beside him. “Just breathe for me love ''.
He did as you ask, with a little time.
You moved him so you were both lying down. Most of his weight was on you but after shifting around you didn’t mind. As you played with his hair you repeated that you were there and wouldn’t be leaving. He was fast asleep, relaxed and you felt confident enough to sleep yourself.
Giggling woke Anthony hours later, annoyed he looked to the door just in time to see two figures run away, he scoffed lying back down only to be confused by the hard surfaces on your shoulder. That’s when he remembered the night before, the sleepless night, the nightmare that followed when he had got some sleep and then you appeared like an angel in the doorway, holding him until his demons left.
He sat up feeling oddly rested, smiling seeing you still asleep.
Most people would say that Anthony Bridgerton needed no one. That wasn't true, he needed you. And as long as he had you he could live.
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