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Why don't you love me?
Anthony Bridgerton x reader
Summary: Y/n and Anthony are in an arranged marriage. When she stops trying to make the relationship work and be the perfect wife, Anthony realizes what he's lost. Will he be able to get her back?
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It wasn't the marriage she wanted. And it wasn't what he wanted, because, in fact, he didn't even want to be married. And he didn't mind showing it. But for Y/n, she tried to make the best of their unfortunate situation.
It all started at the beginning of the season when Violet Bridgerton decided that her firstborn had been single for too long. So, she spoke to Y/n's parents, who were good friends of hers, and they both decided that a marriage between the two would be beneficial to both families. Anthony was going to have the support of someone who would take Violet's place as Viscountess and Lady Bridgerton. For Y/n's life, in this society, having a husband was essential and this marriage would allow social advancement.
Thus, Anthony and Y/n agreed with this decision. The preparation for the wedding was carried out quickly and this event was the biggest news for days. Lady Whistledown didn't help matters either by immediately releasing an advert showing her doubts about Anthony having a wife.
This only worsened Y/n's mood, who already feared being married to Viscount Bridgerton, as she was now doubting all the lovers Anthony could take to their bed. Would he not respect their marriage? Did she just want an heir and take care of the children? With these doubts, she said the "I do" in front of hundreds of people watching the ceremony, and allowed just one tear to fall.
From the beginning, Anthony made a point of making it clear that their marriage was purely a compromise, and that he would never truly love her. He was going to fulfill his role and try to have an heir and outside the house, they would act like a happy couple, but it wouldn't go beyond that. In silence, Y/n just offered him a nod, showing that she understood.
However, since then, nothing has happened between them. Anthony allowed her to have her own room, something Y/n was more than grateful for. Having to look at the face of her husband who would never love her every time she fell asleep would be too painful.
She was expecting that on some nights he would enter her room to try to get her with child. But none of that happened, which only confused Y/n more. Was he so disgusted by the idea of being married to her that he didn't even want to have pleasure with her?
So she tried to distract herself with tasks that could take some of the work off Anthony's shoulders and try to be the perfect wife. But Anthony still refused to spend more than five minutes alone with her. At breakfast, he was already at the office when Y/n woke up to go eat, at night he preferred to spend time with his brothers instead of returning home. He was making everyone's life difficult and Y/n was starting to get more and more sad. Would this be her routine until the end of her life? Trying to please a husband who didn't want her?
It was on a summer afternoon that Y/n, upon returning from a social gathering with Anthony's mother and sister, realized how hot the mansion was. She quickly remembered how Viscount's office, the few times she had been there, was directly in the sun which made it even hotter. So she decided to be brave and try to have at least a friendly relationship with her husband, so she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
With growing nerves, Y/n went to Anthony's office door and knocked on the wood. After hearing Anthony's voice, she opened the door, finding him plus Benedict, who had become good friends with Y/n.
"Oh, I apologize if I am interrupting." she said shyly, keeping to the doorway.
"You are." Anthony immediately agreed in a deep voice, not paying attention to her and turning his attention back to the papers.
At the same time, his brother hurried to assure Y/n, "You're not interrupting anything. You even saved me from Anthony's boring lecture here."
The woman smiled uncomfortably. "Right. I just came to bring you a cup of water. It's so warm outside. I wasn't aware you were here, Mr. Bridgerton, but I can go and also bring you some water."
"Thank you, Y/n, I would—"
However, he couldn't finish his sentence as Anthony hit the table, causing his wife to jump in fright and immediately take a step back. Her reaction made Anthony's expression show some regret, but he quickly hid it. A silence fell between the three.
"I'm fed up, Y/n! Can't you understand that men are trying to work?! Go back to your life of looking at flowers and walking around without having to do anything and leave!"
Y/n's mouth opened and closed several times, trying to understand what had just happened. Finally, she pursed her lips and her eyes turned cold. "I apologize, Lord Bridgerton. It won't happen again. If you'll excuse me."
When she left the room, Benedict looked at his brother in shock. "That was so harsh. The poor girl was trying to be nice and cared enough to bring you a glass of water. If you don't want it, I'll have it. I'm talking about the glass and her."
"Don't you dare." he muttered with a clenched jaw, glaring furiously at Benedict. Where did this anger come from just thinking about Y/n with another man? "Now, let's go back to discuss how you spent money on a bet."
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Y/n's behavior with Anthony changed completely. Everyone noticed that the Viscountess finally reached her limit, and stopped being the friendly wife, now looking coldly at her husband whenever they passed each other in the mansion. However, as a couple and heads of the family, they still had obligations to fulfill together.
Public appearances were more tense, but they still managed to keep a smile on their faces and talk to all the ladies who asked about their marriage and when they would have children, giving short answers so that nothing would end up in Lady Whistledown's hands. They also attended a horse race, even betting on different horses that would win. Y/n ended up winning the bet, and her smug look irritated Anthony for the rest of the day, something his brothers were quick to tease him about.
But despite not liking Anthony after his cruel words, which Y/n still thought about constantly, she adored his sisters and mother. They had accepted Y/n into the family, including her in their gatherings and even being a should to cry on. Daphne had already said more than once that she would have no problem going to Anthony and try to talk some sense into him, but Y/n refused. Anthony already didn't like her, if he thought she was turning his family against him he would hate her even more. And she didn't need to make her life worse than it already was.
One day, when she went with Anthony to the Bridgerton mansion to drop off some documents, Hyacinth, Anthony's younger sister, took her aside. Y/n followed the girl to the bathroom where she, with teary eyes and trembling lips, asked her if she was going to die when she started bleeding from her lady parts. Hyacinth also revealed to her that she wanted to go to her mother, but she had gone shopping with Francesca and was alone at home with just Collin. Y/n, very calmly and gently, assured her that it was a normal thing and that all women went through this, explaining what she should do.
It was no secret that Y/n was happy that Hyacinth trusted her with this scary situation and that she was able to help the girl. Despite all the problems in her marriage, she now had a role in helping Anthony's sisters and she never wanted to fail in that.
To Y/n's surprise, Hyacinth ended up giving her a big hug, remaining attached to her for the rest of the afternoon. Her period was making her so affectionate, more than she already was, that Y/n couldn't stop a big smile from appearing on her face at receiving so much affection.
Anthony, when he finally finished talking to Collin about the documents he brought, I was surprised to see his sister on the couch hugging Y/n. "Hyacinth, what are you doing?"
"Hugging my sister-in-law, brother. But you don't know what that is, do you?" she snapped. The girl's change in mood made Y/n have to put a hand over her mouth to keep Anthony from hearing the laughter that escaped her.
The shock on Anthony's face was comical. His little sister was basically choosing Y/n over him. And in truth, he didn't judge her because his wife was, without a doubt, better than him. And she deserved so much better.
On the other hand, his heart warmed when he saw the bond that the two had created. It was clear that Y/n felt great affection for his family. Could it be that if he had accepted this marriage from the beginning, they would now be a happy family? That they would spend afternoons together, cuddling on the couch and talking to his siblings? All these thoughts were racing through his mind, and the guilt was growing so much that he felt like he was going to vomit.
"Lord Bridgerton?" that sweet voice he had come to adore brought him out of his thoughts. He hated that since he snapped at her, she never called him by his first name again.
"What?" he asked, still disoriented.
Y/n was looking at him like he was stupid. "I asked if you were ready to leave. Hyacinth already went to her room to rest. I would like to do the same. So you must make haste."
Her bossy tone almost made his lips curl into a smile, but he controlled himself in time. "Of course, wife. We shall leave now. But I have to ask, what happened between you and my sister?"
"All you need to know is that she's fine and she's a woman now. But don't worry, as your wife, I'll handle these situations. Unless you prefer me to go look at the flowers, take a walk, and do nothing?"
The hint, which was delivered with great anger, caused the man to blush in shame and lower his head. Y/n didn't wait for his answer, taking her coat from a maid and walking to the carriage. He had screwed everything up.
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A few more days had passed and the situation between Y/n and Anthony had only gotten stranger. The day after the situation with Hyacinth, Y/n was coming down from her room to go get breakfast, as she always did, when she came across Anthony at the table, appearing to be waiting for her to eat.
Y/n stopped abruptly, looking at him in shock. "What are you doing?"
"I'm waiting for you so we can have breakfast. I have to go see my brothers again today to talk business, so I was thinking you could come with me and spend some time with my sisters. My mother She's also been saying how she hasn't seen you in a while. That is, only if you want to go. If not, I'll just go… Or I'll stay here to keep you company, whatever you want." he choked up, finishing his speech by drinking some milk, perhaps to calm his nerves.
Y/n remained in place without moving. She looked at Anthony strangely, as if doubting that those words had even come out of his mouth.
"It was silly of me to ask—"
"No," she interrupted him. "It's fine. I would actually like to go and spend time with your sisters. They are lovely. I shall go get ready then."
"Aren't you going to have breakfast with me first?"
"Lord Bridgerton, I've been eating breakfast alone since we got married and I came to live with you. I think you can handle doing the same for a day. Excuse me." she said with an exaggerated smile, turning her back on him and starting to go back to her room. However, she turned back to go get a cake that was on the table. "But I'm hungry so I will eat this in my chambers."
"Call me Anthony!" he exclaimed before she was completely gone. He had a desperate look, almost looking like he needed to hear his name come out of her lips.
"No."
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Like every year, the Queen decided to throw a ball to celebrate the Diamond of the Season. The most eligible maiden on the marriage market. Y/n still remembers the first ball she attended — Daphne was the diamond of the season, but Y/n also managed to dance with a few suitors. Of course, in the end, she didn't end up marrying any of them. However, the nerves she felt at that ball were equal to or less than what she felt today: her first ball married to Anthony.
The Viscount and Viscountess had entered together, her hand resting on his arm, followed by Violet and the rest of his siblings. Tonight they would have to be on the lookout for suitors who might want to dance with Francesca, the diamond of the season.
Anthony quietly appreciated his wife. She looked breathtaking in her dress, her hair neatly tied back that showed off her majestic earrings, given by Anthony on their wedding day. He was proud to have a wife like Y/n, and he regreted that he hadn't shown it since day one.
While the Bridgertons started to go their own way, interacting with other people and dancing, Y/n preferred to stay in the corner watching the couples dancing. She longed to experience that with Anthony, but not in a forced way like some were. No, she wanted it to be felt, for them to dance to the music and really appreciate that moment.
But instead of her husband approaching her, it was another man, Earl Cavendish. Y/n remembered some moments when she had already seen him, as he was looking to get married this season. As she approached her, with a confident air, Y/n lowered her head to compliment him, "Good afternoon, Earl Cavendish."
"Lady Bridgerton, a pleasure to meet you. I must say, you look flawless. Would you give me the pleasure of dancing with me?" he extended his hand.
Y/n's eyes widened, not knowing what to do. People had already started looking at them, whispering among themselves. However, she didn't have to respond to the invitation as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and bring her closer to him.
"Excuse me, Earl Cavendish, but I want to have the pleasure of dancing with my beautiful wife first." Anthony said with his jaw clenched, looking him up and down menacingly. "I'm sure you will be able to find other ladies to dance with tonight. Just not my wife."
The two men looked at each other for a few seconds, neither of them wanting to back down. Anthony grew more and more furious, her wrists clenching and bringing Y/n even closer to him, but careful not to hurt her.
"Very well. I shall leave. I hope to see you again someday, Lady Bridgerton."
"I will —" Anthony began by exclaiming in anger as the Earl walked towards another woman, not having liked the way he looked at what was his.
"You will do nothing." the Viscountess snapped coldly. "I can't understand you, you ignore me, you treat me badly, and then you act protective when another man shows interest in me? I never said anything about you having lovers, even though I didn't like that in our marriage."
"What? I've never disrespected our marriage like that, Y/n. In the past I've done a lot of things, but since we got married the only woman I'll look at and touch is you. I don't want anyone else."
"You have a funny way of showing it." she laughed sarcastically, feeling increasingly emotional. "I have to go get some air. You should go check on Francesca again."
Feeling the cold night air, Y/n's heart began to calm down. It was so difficult having to deal with Anthony's changes of attitude, she couldn't understand him. She just wanted to be loved, and since that wasn't possible, she preferred that they stay as far away from each other as possible since being friends didn't seem to be an option either.
"I'm sorry." the voice she had come to know so well whispered behind her. Y/n refused to turn around, leaning against the balcony and taking deep breaths to control her emotions. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I know that marrying me shouldn't have been your choice either, but I was scared. I was scared to have a wife, because that meant I had another person in my life that I could lose ."
She finally had the courage to turn around and look into Anthony's brown eyes. They held back tears and showed the sadness, regret and anger that Anthony felt.
"I'm so angry with myself for the way I treated you. You deserve so much better than this. And I'm sorry I couldn't give you that. The cruel words I said to you but didn't mean. I was scared to let you in. in my heart, so I tried to push you away. Believe that all I want is to have you in my arms. To love you. To start a family with you. Please, I promise I will do better. And every day I will try to reward you for what you do.
"Lord Bridgerton—"
"Please, call me Anthony. It pains me when you call me like that. Reminds me that I was… Am so close to losing the best thing of my life. I will kneel before you and beg for forgiveness if that's what you want." he murmured with a hand over his heart, beginning to kneel on the ground without hesitation.
"There is no need for that… Anthony." she enjoyed seeing the relief and happiness that spread across his face upon hearing his first name. "I just don't understand why you didn't love me? And now you want to try to make our marriage work?"
"That's the thing, I have always loved you. I love you. My whole body, my heart, feels love for you. That has never changed." he revealed desperately. "I was a coward and didn't know how to deal with my feelings. Because they are so strong that my heart feels like it's going to come out of my chest. Please, give me another chance."
"Hmm, I don't now." The look of disappointment was so marked on Anthony's face, almost looking like he was ready to burst into tears, that Y/n stopped his suffering and showed him an amused smile, making him understand that she was joking. "I think I want you to suffer a little more to get my forgiveness."
"I will do anything for you, Y/n. Ask me the world and I will give it to you."
"Such a romantic now, aren't you?" she whispered, admiring his features.
She didn't realize their faces were so close until she felt his nose trace the delicate skin of her cheek. A gasp escaped her mouth, and Anthony took the opportunity to connect their lips in an unforgettable kiss.
Anthony pulled away quicker than he wanted, but he needed to make sure this was really what his wife wanted. "I love you."
"Kiss me again, and maybe I will also tell you that."
And what his wife wanted, he did. The two remained on the balcony, enjoying the comfort the other gave them. They still had a long way to go, but they knew that from that moment on, their lives would change drastically for the better. They had each other.
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Carpets and Gala's - Luke Thompson
Word Count: 907
Summary: Who said Met Gala's weren't special when you had the most special person by your side, right?
The bustling streets of New York City were filled with excitement and anticipation as the stars gathered for the highly anticipated 2024 Met Gala.
Cameras flashed and crowds of fans screamed as celebrities walked the red carpet, dressed in their finest designer gowns and suits.
Among the many A-listers making their grand entrance, there was you, known for your breakout role in the hit show Bridgerton, and your boyfriend, Luke Thompson.
As you made your way towards the entrance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, all eyes were on the both of you, causing a frenzy among the fans in the street when Luke held up the train of your dress.
"I can't believe they're here!" exclaimed one fan, snapping a photo of the couple with her phone, as you waved towards her and made them scream harder.
"I had no idea they were dating, they look so perfect together!" gushed another fan, trying to get a better view of you.
You and Luke smiled and waved at the fans before making your way up the grand staircase and onto the red carpet, where you were immediately surrounded by reporters and interviewers.
"Y/n! Luke! Over here!' shouted the reporters, vying for your attention.
You were dressed in a stunning silver gown, and Luke, looking dapper in a grey tuxedo, happily obliged as you made your way through the crowd.
"Congratulations on your debut appearance as a couple, you two look stunning tonight!" one reporter exclaimed, holding out her microphone for you to speak.
"Thank you so much, it's an honor to be here at the Met Gala with Luke by my side," You beamed, looking at your boyfriend with a loving smile.
"It's a night to remember," Luke added, wrapping his arm around your waist.
As you both continued to make your way down the red carpet, you stopped to talk to more reporters and take photos with fans.
It was a dream come true for you since you had always wanted to attend the Met Gala and you were grateful to have Luke with you on this special night.
"Can you give us a sneak peek into what fans can expect from Bridgerton season 3?" one interviewer asked, causing your eyes to light up.
"I can't reveal too much, but let's just say there will be lots more of romance and a special carriage ride." You teased, much to the delight of the fans.
As you both finally reached the end of the red carpet, you and Luke were met by the host of the evening, the talented and hilarious Liza Koshy.
"Y/n! Luke! Welcome to the Met Gala!" Liza exclaimed, giving you both a warm hug.
"Thank you, Liza. We're thrilled to be here," You replied, grinning from ear to ear.
"So, this is your first Met Gala together as a couple. How does it feel?" Liza asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"It feels amazing. It's such an honor to be here, and to be able to share this moment with Luke just makes it even more special," You replied, smiling at him.
"Liza, can I just say that y/n looks enchanting tonight," Luke cut in, causing you to blush.
"You're not looking too bad yourself, Luke," Liza said with a wink, causing you all to laugh.
"Yeah, well, I had an amazing stylist," Luke replied, grinning at you.
"Okay, now, spill the tea. Is there anything you can tell us about Bridgerton season 3? Any new characters or plot twists?" Liza asked, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.
"Well, let's just say fans won't be disappointed by their expectations," You replied slyly.
"Okay guys, I need to know. How was your first meeting?' she asked her usual bubbly self.
"It was better than anything I'd expect on meeting a co-star for the first time, better than I'd have imagined and more. And I have to say, the connection we had besides the chemistry made it more special," Luke replied, looking at you with adoration.
"I couldn't agree more. these last years of Bridgerton were mindblowing, and I'm so grateful to be able to share it with this man," You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you closer.
Liza couldn't help but let out a squeal again, and we all laughed as she faked taking a picture to capture the moment.
"And on that note, I'm going to let you guys go. I can clearly see that you just want to be alone right now," Liza said with a wink, before giving you both a hug.
"Thank you for everything tonight, Liza. Seriously, we couldn't have asked for a better interview. Or interviewer," You said, hugging her back.
"Oh please, it was my pleasure. And who knows, maybe we'll see more of you two on the red carpet in the future," Liza said with a playful wink, before heading off to interview other guests.
As you both made your way inside, you couldn't stop talking about how amazing the night was going to be. You were both excited, but you knew that you would cherish this memory forever.
You knew that life was only going to get crazier from here on out with your growing fame, but you were also confident that as long as you had each other, you could handle anything.
And as you walked hand in hand towards your future, you couldn't wait to see what the Met Gala would bring.
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Does Colin Bridgerton need to grovel for not returning Penelope’s feelings? No. Does Colin Bridgerton need to grovel regardless?
Abso-friggin-lutely.
Idk if we all saw the same scene, or if people are misremembering but here is a breakdown of the interaction Penelope witnessed during the last episode of season 2:
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*group laughs*
Colin: “Penelope Featherington?”
Fife: “The way you were dancing with her looked rather interesting. You courting the girl, Bridgerton?”
Colin: “Ah, are you mad? I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington. Not in your wildest fantasies, Fife.”
*Group laughs again*
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The very clear implication is that someone said something about Colin and Pen courting and it was interpreted not as just impossible, but literally laughable. Colin uses her full name when referring to her, creating distance between their casual friendship and not even deigning to refer to her in a respectful “Ms. Featherington.” Not only is he saying here that the idea of him and Penelope is laughable, but he does nothing to otherwise reaffirm her viability as a marriage candidate for ANYONE. Homie could have just said “nah, I don’t feel that way about her” but he went so far as to say “considering her as a marriage partner is hilariously misguided and in no fantasy would I do so” and THUS SULLYING HER NAME ON THE MARRIAGE MART with not only his friends but anyone else who may have overheard or anyone those friends may choose to speak to about the conversation.
Colin needs to deliver some reparations
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WHY DO MY STANDARDS FOR LOVE HAVE TO BE SET BY FICTIONAL MEN
#bridgerton#queen charlotte#anthony bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#collin bridgerton#simon basset#percy jackson#will solace#dean winchester#sam winchester#trolls 3#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#trolls john dory#trolls branch#floyd trolls#bruce trolls#castiel#luke castellan#they set the bar so high for NO REASON#EVERY PERSON IM INTERESTED IN PALES IN COMPARISON#sigh#it’s so unfair#crying#xaden riorson#fourth wing#iron flame#phoenix drop high#aphmau mcd#aaron lycan
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Collin and Penelope Fics
We Can't Be Friends by LovelyMagnolia
Penelope and Colin are two people who have never quite managed to get their timing right, but maybe all they need is one night to fix that. Modern AU
Yellow Dress by CassandraGoth
She wants only to secure a marriage that will allow her the freedom she needs to escape from under her mother's thumb and continue writing. But the unexpected return of a traveling gentleman and a sizeable bounty placed by the Queen to unmask a troublesome author.
A Wallflower's Bloom by Enganda
"Are you mad? I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington." Brokenhearted from the words she heard from her childhood love, Penelope Featherington had decided to change her ways and prove herself worthy of being loved.
A Pound To A Penelope by FirstLadyJane
After having spent the off-season licking her wounds, Penelope comes back to Mayfair a pragmatic woman determined to take control of her fate. She's on a mission to cement her spinsterhood and accept a standing job offer in Ireland.
The Great Stage of Fools by lottielots11
Penelope is finally engaged to the man she has loved for most of her life, and she could not be happier if it wasn't for the secret which hangs over them. And with Colin's reluctance to even discuss Whistledown, how will they ever overcome their differences in order to marry?
Scattered Flowers by Cortlandia33
After her fallout with Eloise and hearing Colin's declaration to never marry her in front of the entire Ton, Penelope left high society and found a cottage in the country. Now, almost three years later, her choice comes back to haunt her when a certain someone begs for her forgiveness... and her heart.
the last one in your corner by my_middle_name_is_awkward
Penelope cannot agree to marry Colin because she knows Eloise will not approve
Kintsugi by Metamorphases
Watch as Colin Bridgerton goes to increasingly mad lengths to keep Penelope Featherington safe and sound (and away from other suitors).
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WHO WILL WATCH BRIDGERTON S3 WITH ME?? 🥹💕💕
#daphnie rambles ♡#bridgerton#bridgerton season 3#bridgerton s3#penelope featherington#collin bridgerton#penelope x colin#polin
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Spent the day re-reading romancing mr Bridgerton and I fear none of us are surviving this season
#Bridgerton#romancing mister bridgerton#polin#collin bridgerton#penelope featherington#nicola coughlan#luke newton
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Watched the Polin teaser and I think it’s really interesting how the pink and green of Penelope’s dress matches the pink and green of her bedroom!
#also where do y’all think she got that necklace?#was it gifted from collin?#or was it the first piece of jewelry that she bought with her own money#and as people have pointed out#it’s silver which is the Bridgerton a metal choice#while the featheringtons usually wear gold#bridgerton#bridgerton costumes#penelope featherington#collin bridgerton
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The Sun and Moon
Part 7
Request: Yes or No
Meant to post yesterday
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The night had been young and the invitation to Lady Danburys' soiree ran circles in the young painter's mind. He could join and watch the eligible men of the ton make fools of themselves or he could enjoy an evening at Mondrichs' gentlemen's club with a cup of bourbon and his dear friend Benedict. Anthony would certainly attend the soiree, if Kate Sharma even allowed him inside.
Kate Sharma... An intriguing young lady with seemingly no interest in marriage and the protectiveness of a mother bear. The love she had for her sister would intrigue any man, but her sharp tongue and fiery eyes sent many of them running. But, similarly to Anthony, it was obvious there was a softer, kinder side to her. Precisely why she'd be the perfect Lucy to (Y/N)s' Henry. Kate was logical, intelligent, and opinionated. She could destroy a man using just words, and that was something worthy of praise. The way she proudly voiced her opinions and kept her wits even under the glare of Anthony Bridgerton was astonishing, especially coming from a lady.
Though, there were obstacles in his way, primarily two; her views on what (Y/N) liked and... Anthony Bridgerton himself. His dislike for the older Sharma wouldn't be the only issue. (Y/N) knew if his father figured out how (Y/N) felt about the Bridgerton he'd urge him to distance himself. And in a way, (Y/N) had tried. But Anthony kept pulling him back, seeking him out, praising him, and requesting his company.
(Y/N) watched the bourbon swirl around the dainty glass cup, the lights above reflecting against the liquid. Benedict sat some feet away from him, deep in conversation with an acquaintance of (Y/N)s; Mr. George Cruikshank, a more notable artist with connections. Benedict would thrive with a friend like him. One that could boost his career and reputation. Benedict deserved the attention, even if he didn't believe in his talent.
Lifting the cup to his lips, (Y/N) gulped down the rest of his drink and turned away from the bar, looking over the gentlemen that had accepted Mondrichs' invitation. Not many had shown up as most men of the ton were loyal to Whites, but it was a fair start and (Y/N) knew Mondrich was pleased, as shown by the way he beamed and eagerly greeted anyone who walked through the doors. Whilst the two had never conversed for more than a few minutes, he seemed like a kind and gentle man, despite his former boxing career.
"(Y/N), please, tell Benedict about the academy. He must attend if he's as good as you claim." George called, beckoning him over with a wave.
"Well, I've heard great things about it."
"(Y/N) attended the academy but left unexpectedly. However, I heard he was an incredible student." George revealed, looking at (Y/N) expectantly with a raised brow. The revelation made Benedict peer up at his friend curiously. His expression reminded (Y/N) of a puppy begging for a treat.
"Why'd you leave-"
"Brother, I need you." (Y/N)s' head snapped up to look at a near-breathless Anthony, brows furrowing at his urgency.
"I'm in the midst of a conversation-"
"Outside, straight away. You as well, (Y/N)." Anthony turned his back to the two after voicing his demand, leaving them in a moment of silence before Benedict stood and smiled apologetically to George.
"Excuse me."
"Yes, apologies. This seems like an emergency." (Y/N) smiled politely, patting Georges' shoulder as he stepped past him. He quickened his pace to catch up with Anthony, an annoyed Benedict following after them.
Upon stepping outside and finding a spot where they could speak, Anthony turned around and slid a folded paper out of his coat, handing it over to Benedict. "I need you to teach me how to read that out loud," Anthony explained, or rather demanded once more.
"Bryon?" (Y/N) and Benedict scoffed softly. (Y/N) took the paper from Benedict, looking over the poetry before he realized why Anthony would even bother with Byron and his poetry. Edwina Sharma. Anthony, a man who seemed to hate the very idea of even saying the word love to someone, wanted to read a poem to Edwina.
"Did I strike you much harder than I realized earlier?" Benedict questioned rather seriously. The idea of Anthony reading poetry had been just as absurd to him as it had to (Y/N).
"I am afraid you've chosen the wrong poet, Anthony." The painter chuckled, handing the paper back to a puzzled Anthony.
"Is not everyone supposed to love Byron?" Anthony asked, peering down at the paper and reading its contents once more.
"Many in our year at Cambridge thought my poetry far superior to his." Benedict chimed in, cringing as he motioned to the paper as if it were Byron himself.
"Does that mean yours is more or less deceitful?"
"Deceitful?"
"Mhm."
(Y/N) released a breathy chuckle and crossed his arms, allowing his gaze to linger on the paper before he lifted his gaze to look the Viscount in the eye. "Poetry, like a lot of art forms, is about showcasing your feelings, showing the truth of how you feel. Whether love or hate or joy. If you wish to court someone with poetry, you ought to do it with your own poetry, or at least with a poem that is true to your feelings, Anthony. Love is a million different things and it comes in different forms. That's what makes it so enticing and so dangerous. Love lowers your guard down and wraps its arms around you, making you feel safe and warm. You'll wish to do anything for the one you love, even if it means dying for them. Sometimes, love makes you feel so overwhelmed that you need to show it, through writing or actions."
"Almost sounds as if you've experienced it," Benedict muttered with a curious gaze.
"We've all experienced love, Benedict." (Y/N) smiled, glancing at his friend.
Did Anthony know what love felt like? He knew what (Y/N) made him feel. The joy he brought him by simply being in the room, the goosebumps that arose on his skin at the slightest touch, the way he wanted to lean in whenever they were close. Was it desire? Curiosity? Could it truly be love?
"Here, Brother. Let me write down a piece for you." Benedict exhaled after Anthonys' silence, reaching into his pocket for a piece of paper.
"I'll join you at the soiree, Anthony." (Y/N) offered, reaching forward to give his arm a squeeze before he turned toward Benedict to look over the poem he wrote.
Well, from the way his heart skipped a beat, it had to be something. Just what exactly?
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"What is it... truly to admire a woman? To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much that all your defenses crumble, that you would willingly take on any pain, any burden for her. To honor..." Lifting his gaze from the paper, Anthony met (Y/N)s eyes. The painter smiled at him but he knew the painter's smile well enough to know it was a forced one, a disappointed one. And when he looked at his mother, he knew she didn't believe a word that came from his mouth. Disappointing two people he genuinely cared about... Anthony couldn't continue.
Crumbling the paper up and tossing it into the fireplace behind him, Anthony cleared his throat and lowered his gaze to the floor, lifting his hands to his hips. "My apologies. I cannot do this. I cannot claim these words as my own. They are someone else's entirely. Truth be told, I'm not-" Exhaling and pressing his lips together, he shook his head.
"I'm not a man of poetry. Words of flattery are beautiful and sweet, but they are also hollow unless accompanied by action." Finally lifting his gaze from the floor, he looked directly at the young woman in front of him. "Miss Edwina, I could stand here and pretend to be someone I am not. I could pretend to want the very same things as you, but I'd be lying. I may not be able to... offer the display of passion that you truly deserve. But I assure you that when it comes to action and duty, I shall never be found lacking. And I hope that is what will speak louder than any pretty words ever can."
Turning his eyes away from the young woman, (Y/N) knew Anthonys' words had only cemented her desire in him. She looked in awe of him, of his honesty, despite Anthonys' confession that he could not give her the love she desired. (Y/N) remained rooted in his spot as Edwina rose, defying her sister and approaching Anthony. While he looked surprised, it quickly washed away and he offered her a drink, smiling at the young girl.
"Pretty faces always break the most hearts." An arm wrapped around his and the familiar scent of vanilla and strawberries filled his nostrils. Anthony turned his head away from Edwina, making eye contact with (Y/N). (Y/N) looked away from him and instead focused on his friend. "Escort me to my carriage?"
"Of course." (Y/N) muttered and led Stephanie out into the dimly lit halls, leaving the guests behind and entering a space of quietness. Stephanie remained silent, thumb gently running back and forth over (Y/N)s' covered bicep, a comforting motion.
"They'll be married in no time." (Y/N) sighed. He had tried so hard to keep his growing feelings at bay, to prove to himself that he just wanted to play around with a Bridgerton and nothing more. But Anthony had proved to be more than he bargained for. He'd seen past the arrogant and serious reputation, peering behind his walls and realizing the Viscount was just an exhausted man desperate to keep his family in the dark about his troubles and burdens. Desperate to keep his loved ones safe and content. A good and honest man who needed someone at his side.
"Give yourself some time and soon enough, you'll find yourself watching your bride walk down the aisle." Stephanie gave his arm a gentle squeeze and smiled fondly at the painter.
The fresh night air washed over the two as they stepped outside and (Y/N) inhaled deeply, feeling the overflowing pot of emotions in him begin to settle down. Stephanie was right. He'd get over it with time, just as he had before. His heart would harden and he'd ensure he only let it soften for the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He prayed Anthony would make it an easy feat.
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Anthony, in fact, did not make it an easy feat. (Y/N) had expected to arrive at the Bridgertons' ball at Aubrey Hall with the rest of the guests but when Theodore arrived with a request from the Viscount himself, (Y/N) could only gather his packed belongings and set off in a carriage. If Anthony wished to have his dear friend there whilst he wooed Edwina then (Y/N) would happily accompany the Bridgertons and Sharmas.
Lifting his gaze away from the book in hand, (Y/N) leaned forward as Aubrey Hall came into view. The summer home was grand, grander than he had expected. Sure, the Granvilles had a large mansion that they visited during summer, but Aubrey Hall was something else entirely. The walls were a mixture of gray and light brown, time having taken its toll on the building, but the vines wrapped around the upper half of the structure, and the flowers blooming around the front doors made its walls an afterthought. Aubrey Hall was a beauty, and would no doubt be more enchanting once inside.
The carriage eased to a stop behind Lady Danburys' carriage and (Y/N) stepped out as his gatherings were collected by servants. He only had a moment to gaze up at the looming mansion before two bodies collected into his.
"You came!"
"I told you he would!"
"Gregory! Hyacinth! Get off that poor man right now!" Violet hollered but the two simply giggled and tightened their grip.
"My, you'll surely give your mother quite the trouble these next few days, won't you? Not very ladylike nor gentlemanly." (Y/N) teased with a smile, enveloping the two in a hug before taking a step back, making sure to ruffle Gregorys' wavy hair in the process. The boy scrunched up his nose in annoyance but the wide smile that spread after showed no ill will.
"Have you met Augie? He's the cutest!" Hyacinth beamed and turned toward her family, watching Lady Danbury fawn over the little one. "Eloise says he looks like every other baby, though."
"I'm sure you're right, Hyacinth." (Y/N) assured with a chuckle. He hadn't expected any less from Eloise, though she did have a point. Not that he'd admit it to the young girl before him.
With a wave from Violet, the two finally obeyed their mother and returned to her side. (Y/N) trailed behind and looked up at the mansion once more, committing every detail to memory. Such beauty deserved to be painted. The Bridgertons surely wouldn't mind it.
"It is quite... marvelous." Kate breathed quietly as she stood beside him, her eyes also going over every inch of the building.
"Don't let Anthony hear you, Miss Sharma. It may boost his ego, and we certainly don't need that." (Y/N) cooed in return. Kate's shoulders shook lightly as she laughed softly, bowing her head to cover her mouth and nod.
"Yes, you are quite right, Mr. Granville. I'll watch my words more carefully next time." She responded just as playfully and looked forward again, only for her smile to fall into an exasperated frown. (Y/N) could see her resisting the urge to roll her eyes as Anthony came to a stop before them.
"You two seem to be getting acquainted just fine," Anthony spoke, almost through gritted teeth, but he pressed his lips into a forced smile. "I'm glad. I hadn't seen you smile before, Miss Sharma."
"I was smiling at the view, which you are now blocking," Kate responded bitterly. Any ounce of playfulness or amusement had vanished in seconds. She truly didn't enjoy Anthonys' company. Or at least, it appeared as such.
The sound of a dog barking pulled (Y/N)s' attention to the pebbled ground, grinning as he took in the sight of the round and chubby dog. His beady brown eyes reminded him of Poppy and he wished he'd brought her along. But, in the end, he knew his furry companion would be much more relaxed at home.
"Oh, you brought your dog." Anthony commented, warily looking down at the little beast in front of him.
"Yes." Kate grinned and took the leash from the servant, gazing down fondly at her pet. "Newton is an excellent judge of character."
"He's quite handsome." (Y/N) smiled. Anthony reached down to pet the dog but Newton let Anthony know his opinion with a loud bark.
"And smart," Kate added smugly, pleased with Newtons' rejection.
"Perhaps your charm is dwindling, Anthony." (Y/N) mused, holding his hands behind his back and looking at his friend with a teasing smile. Anthony turned away from the loyal Newton and released a 'hmph' sound.
"I doubt it." He responded with a rather smug and prideful look. "I will win him and Miss Sharma over by the end of this trip."
Kate scoffed softly and glanced at (Y/N), sighing before looking at the Viscount directly in the eyes with squared shoulders and a head held high. "Since your schemes to manipulate me are now out in the open, I suppose it would be an improvement, indeed." She spat in return, but her cold attitude no longer surprised Anthony.
"Right." He muttered and turned to look at (Y/N), lips parting to invite him on a tour around Aubrey Hall. However, before the words could even form on his lips, Daphne appeared at (Y/N)s' side.
The Duchess greeted (Y/N) with a dip of her head, smiling kindly at the painter before she turned toward her brother, clasping her hands together and looking between him and Kate. "Anthony, would you introduce us?"
"This is Miss Edwinas' sister, Miss Kate Sharma." Daphne turned toward Kate, though (Y/N) could tell she'd already known who Kate was. Anthony had no doubt voiced his opinions on her prior to their arrival.
"Ah, lovely to meet you, Miss Sharma."
"The pleasure is all mine, Your Grace." Kate curtsied, bowing her head respectfully. "Allow me to introduce my sister." She raised her voice in the slightest, shifting to look over at the younger Sharma. (Y/N) stepped aside, greeting Edwina with a polite nod and watching Anthony spring into action, moving past Kate to stand beside the shorter woman.
"It is an honor, Your Grace," Edwina spoke in her typical soft and gentle tone, her politeness bringing a smile to Daphnes' face.
Feeling a tap on his back, (Y/N) turned his head to look at Benedict, shooting the man a curious look. Benedict motioned for him to step aside and so he did, (Y/N) glancing back at the sisters and Bridgertons'.
"I do hope Anthony doesn't hog your attention for the rest of the trip." Benedict huffed, eyeing his brother in annoyance.
"He'll be busy with Miss Edwina, no doubt. You've got nothing to worry about, Benedict." (Y/N) smiled. "Besides, I wish to befriend Miss Sharma. She's rather friendly, despite what Anthony may say."
"Miss Sharma? Will you cou-"
"Now, Mrs. Wilson, please show our guests to their rooms so they may get refreshed!" Violets' voice rang out and Benedict sighed, shaking his head and dismissing what he had planned on asking.
"I can lead you to your room, (Y/N)."
(Y/N) had been right. Aubrey Hall had been more gorgeous on the inside. The light wallpapers, paintings, and beautiful decorations lightened the halls and made the mansion less foreboding. He imagined what the siblings' childhoods had been like. They'd no doubt chased each other up and down the hall, bickered in every room, and gave their poor mother gray hairs. He'd heard the late Lord Edmund had been a fantastic father; playing with his children and even encouraging some of their shenanigans. Henry had been the same, when he returned home at least. Often he'd complain about his back aching, but he always sat on the floor to play and chat with little (Y/N).
"I'll give you some time to rest," Benedict called, already halfway down the hall when (Y/N) opened the door to the guest room. His belongings were already inside, neatly set beside the bed. (Y/N) shut the wooden door behind him and approached the bed, collapsing on the cozy and inviting bed. He exhaled and propped himself up on his elbows, getting a clear view of the large estate through the window beside the bed. He'd unpack later, perhaps even the following day.
Gentle knocking drew his attention away from the window and (Y/N) heaved himself up, rolling over to sit properly. He took a moment to adjust his clothing before calling out to his visitor. Anthony opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind him and surveying the room, almost as if checking if it were up to standard. With a satisfied nod, he shifted on his heels to face him.
"I take it everything is to your liking?"
"Of course."
"Good. I'm pleased to hear that." Anthony took long strides toward the window, gazing at the ground below. "We'll be playing pall-mall soon. You should join us."
"I will." (Y/N) stood up from the bed, his muscles yearning for the sweet release of a nap, but he ignored the feeling and addressed Anthony with a smile.
"We should begin making our way downstairs, shouldn't we? I believe your siblings are capable of rigging the game."
"You'd be right." Anthonys' stoic expression shifted into an amused one, head shaking at the thought of his siblings' antics. He moved away from the window and opened the door, allowing (Y/N) to walk out before falling into step with him.
"You must've enjoyed growing up here." (Y/N) piped up softly, continuing to be taken aback by each hall and room. He imagined the little Bridgertons in each one; Daphne helping Eloise with her dresses, little Anthony bossing around Benedict, Hyacinth learning how to run and having a poor servant go after her.
"Yes, though with the arrival of the others..." Anthony trailed off, chuckling softly. "We were never alone, I suppose. Always had each other."
"Very sweet." (Y/N) smiled, gazing at the family portraits hung on some of the walls.
"And what about you? You appear like you had a good childhood." Anthony mused, turning his head to look at him. He noted how (Y/N)s' eyes would jump from object to object, gaze lingering on each one as if soaking in the details. A true painter, looking for the beauty in the little things.
"I suppose." Came his muttered response. "I had my dog, Poppy. Theodore and Dolly took care of me as well."
"What of your parents? Surely they kept you company." Anthony inquired with furrowed brows. He'd never really thought about (Y/N)s' parents or his relationship with them. They'd had to have done a fantastic job at raising him for (Y/N) to be so polite and friendly.
"Father traveled often." And when Henry wasn't traveling, he'd spend an hour or two at home before visiting one of his 'apprentices' for a 'painting lesson.' (Y/N) had quickly learned the truth behind the excuse once he'd been allowed to know what happened at his parents' house parties. "Mother... Mother was there." Loving and caring Lucy... she'd taken a long while to get the reins of motherhood. So long that by the time she'd finally settled into the role, her son had already turned sixteen. Nevertheless, (Y/N) had been pleased with the change.
"I should mention I've never played pall-mall. Nobody ever taught me and I do find it awfully boring to watch." With a swift change of topic, (Y/N) returned to his cheerful self.
"Right..." Still bothered at the solemn news of (Y/N)s childhood, Anthony explained the rules as best he could, making sure to warn (Y/N) of his siblings' tricks, but he kept his own secrets to himself despite (Y/N)s' prodding.
With the Bridgertons and Sharma sisters gathered around the mallets outside, tension seemed to rise between the Bridgertons as they each eyed a mallet.
"Let us toss a coin." Collin proposed, running a hand over the mallets and gazing over everyone.
"Last year, we promised to let the youngest pick first," Eloise interjected but Anthony shook his head, raising a hand to his hip.
"We pick based on alphabetical order."
"Everyone, please, now!" Daphne butted in as the bickering began, exhaling softly and motioning toward their guests. "The only fair thing to do is to let our invited guests choose their mallets and strike first." While dejected, the siblings agreed and took a step back, allowing Edwina to choose first.
Edwina chose a blue mallet, a choice that had Benedict sighing but he nevertheless remained silent, while Kate chose the black mallet.
"The mallet of death," Eloise whispered, all eyes eagerly turning toward Anthony to soak in his reaction. The eldest Bridgerton stared holes at the ground, one hand clenched so tightly his veins showed.
"Is this yours?" Kate asked though she showed no sign that she'd be handing the mallet over to the fuming Bridgerton. In fact, she looked rather pleased with herself.
"Not at all." He answered quietly. "You're welcome to it."
"You didn't threaten to beat me the last time I touched-"
"You exaggerate!" Anthony spat, drawing a surprised laugh out of Kate and a quiet snort out of (Y/N).
"Are you the superstitious sort? I know some men cannot perform without their familiar tools." Kate spoke, leaning against the mallet and cocking her head. "Like a child with a blanket."
Chuckling softly, (Y/N) scooped a dark green mallet out, looking it over for a moment. As soon as he took a step back, the Bridgertons charged forward, grasping any mallet they touched first and rushing off toward the field. Kate eagerly joined them as Anthony begrudgingly took a soft pink mallet, lifting his arm for Edwina and (Y/N) to join the others.
"It's alright if you're nervous, Miss Edwina." The Bridgertons were proving to be a rowdy bunch and Edwina seemed like the sort to avoid conflict. Of course, with a family as large as the Bridgertons, fighting over things happened to be a daily thing for them. A pastime even. "The Bridgertons may appear intimidating but they really aren't. I'm sure you'll find your sides hurting from laughter at the end of the day."
"Yes, I'm sure. Thank you, Mr. Granville."
The game proved to be quite fun and simple. (Y/N) found himself missing a few hits but eventually got the hang of it, intentionally targeting Benedicts' ball a few times and earning a displeased groan from him. Though, from the way Benedict would gaze off into the distance and miss a few shots, it was clear something else hogged his mind.
"Benedict, are you alright?"
"Yes, no, well-" Benedict clamped his mouth shut and exhaled deeply. "I applied to the Royal Academy Schools to become a student of art."
"What? Benedict, that's great!" (Y/N) whispered excitedly, taking a step closer to him and beaming. He held the mallet in one hand, grasping Benedicts' arm with his free one and giving it a squeeze. Benedict sheepishly smiled and nodded but he seemed less than thrilled.
"Yes, but... What if they don't accept me? What if they don't believe I'm talented enough?"
"Trust me, Benedict, you've got nothing to worry about. You have a passion and gift that not many possess. They'd be fools to overlook you." (Y/N) assured him, running his hand up and down Benedicts' bicep. "Soon enough, every household in the ton will have a painting of yours."
"Everything alright?" (Y/N) turned toward Anthony as he approached them. One glance at Benedict told (Y/N) he'd yet to tell his family so (Y/N) remained silent on the matter.
"Yes, of course. Just checking Benedict was fine with losing to me." (Y/N) grinned, gently bumping his arm against Benedicts'.
"Oh, please! I'm simply going easy on everyone because of our lovely guests." Benedict responded loudly, lifting his head high.
"Is that so?" Daphne gasped, smiling widely. "Well, Brother, please don't hold back."
With the mood lifted, Benedict gave (Y/N) a thankful look and jogged over to Colin, taking a swing at his ball, however, the ball had other plans and Benedict missed completely. Chuckling at his failed attempt, Colin leaned in to tease his brother and in turn got playfully shoved.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"How can I not, Anthony? It's always a pleasure to be in the company of your family." Anthonys' face brightened at his words, taking a step closer and allowing his fingers to brush against (Y/N)s' back. He allowed his fingers to linger before he flattened his hand completely, a small smile appearing on his face.
"I'm pleased to hear that. Your company is welcome as well." Anthony replied softly. Tilting his head to look at the Bridgerton, (Y/N) took note of their proximity. A single step could close the distance, a fact he wasn't sure if Anthony was aware of. And even if he was, (Y/N) knew it didn't matter.
"I'm glad." (Y/N) breathed and moved away from him, tightening his grip on his mallet and walking away from the Bridgerton, missing the curious look Daphne had on her face upon noticing the interaction.
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Eloise: This is Penelope. She likes her personal space.
Penelope, on the couch glaring:
Eloise: And this is Collin. He also likes Penelope's personal space.
Collin, laying on top of Penelope: Hi.
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As it was | Benedict Bridgerton x reader
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader
Requested by yesfanficsaremylife I put your request together with a Benedict story I was writing, hopefully you like it
Request @yesfanficsaremylife: Idk if you are doing asks but I haven't been in the writing spirit otherwise I would write this. But could you possibly do either Benedict or Anthony bridgerton x reader fanfic where the two of them go to a lake/river/sea and they decided to go swimming but they didn't bring "swimsuits" because it was a last minute trip. So instead they have to dress down to their undergarments. I would love this to be a friend's to lovers trope.
Summary: y/n Egerton and Benedict Bridgerton shared a past, a romance, but it was not to last. They both moved on and got their life together. But when one of them is about to get married things get messy and they both long for how it was before.
Word count: 6778
Warning: sex, smut, swearing. Don't read if you are -18.
AN: Not as strict as the Bridgerton series we know and chaos as ever but you guys seem to love that :))
You watched him walking down the aisle, wearing a dark blue suit and his hair perfectly messy as always. ‘Are you ok?’ Penelopes’ voice was just a soft whisper but you could hear her perfectly and nodded in response. ‘Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry Pen.’ You weren’t fine, not at all but you had to keep up appearances. ‘I am so sorry but I can not do this.’ With those words Benedict walked towards the exit of the church, away from the altar, away from Layla. ‘Did he just-’ Penelope was as confused as you as she watched the scene unfold before the two of you. Anthony stormed after his brother but caught you off guard when he looked directly add you. ‘Y/n, come with me. Now.’
How the hell did you get caught up in the middle of this all?
[Present]
You watched him walking down the aisle, wearing a dark blue suit and his hair perfectly messy as always. He nervously fidgeted at the cuffs of his white shirt as he stood next to Anthony, waiting on his bride. It hurt to see him standing there like that, you weren't going to lie. There had been a time when you thought that it would have been you and him standing in front of your friends promising to love each other for eternity. But life took different routes. ‘All rise.’ The church was packed and everyone did as they were told by the priest and stood up. It was the sign for the bride to walk down the aisle, toward her groom. ‘Are you ok?’ Penelopes’ voice was just a soft whisper but you could hear her perfectly and nodded in response. ‘Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry Pen.’ You weren’t fine, not at all but you had to keep up appearances. You were not going to make a scene, this was a closed chapter. The past was in the past. But still, you couldn't keep out the 'what if' questions. What if that was you and him standing in front of all these people? What if the two of you made different choices back then? You didn’t have much time to think as the ceremony started and the priest urged everyone to sit down again.
‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God, and in the presence of these witnesses, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Today the Bridgerton and the Greendale families will be united for eternity by the marriage of Benedict Bridgerton and Layla Greendale.’ She looked beautiful to your dismay, you would have felt a little better about the whole situation if she hadn't looked as beautiful as she did. It became al a bit too much and you diverted your gaze to your hands lying in your lap while the priest kept talking. ‘Lord Bridgerton, you may repeat after me. I Benedict Bridgerton take you Layla Greendale.’ The whole room went silent and you noticed that he just didn't react fast enough as if he was hesitating about his words. ‘I Benedict Bridgerton, take you Layla Greendale.’ His voice sounded tense as he spoke. ‘To be my wife.’ And that was all you heard, you could hear a pin drop. You dared to look up, Layla was looking confused at Benedict while he seemed at odds with himself and his next move. But you never thought you'd hear the following words and a shocked gasp echoed through the church. ‘I am so sorry but I can not do this.’ With those words Benedict walked towards the exit of the church, away from the altar, away from Layla. ‘Did he just-’ Penelope was as confused as you as she watched the scene unfold before the two of you. Anthony stormed after his brother but caught you off guard when he looked directly add you. ‘Y/n, come with me. Now.’
How the hell did you get caught up in the middle of this all?
[Two years earlier]
Your mother had placed three with feathers in your hair, it finished your whole debutante look she said. The doors to the great hall swung open while your name echoed throughout the space. ‘Miss y/n Egerton. ‘You had the feeling that the whole room was looking at you, they were because it was your outing in front of the Queen of England. Your mom placed one of her gloved hands on your shoulder as a sign to start walking towards the Quee. Just keep breathing y/n, just breath, it will be over in two minutes. You focused on placing each foot in front of the other so you wouldn’t trip in front of the ton. When the two of you reached the end of the path that was formed by the ton you made a curtesy, you bowed as deep as you could. ‘Miss Egerton, I am pleasantly surprised, you look flawless.’ It was just now that you realised that you were holding your breath this whole time. ‘Thank you my Queen.’ It was merely a mumble when it left your lips. You slowly rose and started making your way back, it felt like there were even more eyes on you. The whole setting caused your heart rate to rise and your palms were getting sweaty. This feeling was all too familiar, you were about to have a panic attack. ‘Stay calm my dear, they are all watching.’
That was how it started, the balls, the dances, the courting. Everything. The one thing your mother had prepared you for your whole life was finally there and you just felt lost. The queen had spoken so highly of you that one day and everyone expected you to be perfect from then on. No room for mistakes, no room for walking out of line. Nothing. It was the night of the ball at Vauxhall, it promised to be a spectacular evening as you observed the setting. Men and Women were gliding across the floor while they were guided by a twenty-something-piece orchestra. It looked phenomenal. ‘Lady Egerton, may I have this next dance?’ You vaguely recognized the voice behind you whilst you turned around and indeed, you were face to face with the second eldest Bridgerton boy. Benedict Bridgerton. He was different from most men you had met, that was the least you could say. Unlike like the others his interests were occupied with the arts. You only heard about him and his interests from others but he seemed to be a free spirit who did what he wanted to do.
‘Lord Bridgerton,’ You made a small curtesy towards the man and smiled politely, ‘of course.’ He took your hand in his and guided you towards the pretty crowded dancefloor taking place next to Crista Coprow and a gentleman whose name you didn’t know. She looked down upon you like she always did with that fake smile. ‘Miss Coprow.’ You nodded towards her and she only gave you a small nod back. Before you had the chance to react Benedict placed his hand on the back of your shoulder and pulled you in closer.
‘So miss Egerton, how does it feel to be the favourite of this season?’ He had a playful undertone in his voice while he asked the question and a boyish grin appeared on his face. The orchestra started playing and Benedict guided you over the dancefloor. ‘Like I can not breathe without anyone watching me.’ Everywhere you went people were watching you, whispering behind your back and so many fake smiles. You thought that being the Queen's diamond would make things easier on you, men throwing them at your feet and just having the opportunity to pick a man who suited you best. But it was more complicated than that. A chuckle left his lips. ‘Sounds familiar, Daphne disliked it at first as well last year but she quickly came around.’ His sister was the diamond of the season last year and ended up marrying the Duke of Hastings, quite the catch as everyone said. ‘Any advice on surviving this?’ ‘Well, my sister found her match rather quickly so I have no advice on that, unfortunately.’ A small smile formed on your lips as he spoke. ‘I guess I just have to get used to this, it will only be for one season.’ You had to say that you enjoyed his company, he was easy to talk to and a rather good dancer. Let’s not forget that he was easy on the eyes as well with his dark hair and tall frame, plus the boyish grin was to dye for. Before you realised the music came to an end and you were sure that you had a look of disappointment on your face. Benedict looked down at you with a small smile on his face when he saw your expression. ‘Would you like to get some refreshments, Miss Egerton?’ The frown made place for a smile and you gladly took his arm. That was how your friendship with Benedict Bridgerton started.
It was a rather extraordinary friendship, build on mutual respect and the fact that the two of you did not like to follow the rules. Benedict thought you the basics on how to paint landscapes and in return you thought him the basics of astronomy, a study that was not predestined for young ladies but you had found your ways to study it. But the friendship turned into something more for you as the two of you spent more time together. You started to long for the moments you could spend with Benedict but you never thought that it was mutual until he caught you by surprise during the Danbury ball. He succeeded in sneaking the two of you outside without being seen by one of the other attendees of the evening and guided you towards the with candles lit garden. Out of reach of the prying eyes of the ton. ‘What are we doing here Benedict?’ Without any warning, he pressed his lips on yours as he pulled you close. One of his hands slowly found its way to the small of your back while he cupped your face with the other. His fingers felt like fire where they touched your skin. The feeling made your head dizzy. He slowly pulled back and looked down with a small smile on his lips. ‘You have no idea of how long I wanted to do that.’ From that moment on everything changed, the two of you spent even more time together and regular hook-up sessions became the norm.
A couple of months had passed and the two of you found yourself at Aubrey hall in the countryside, you were invited by the Bridgertons and your mother gladly accepted the invitation, hoping that all the time you had spent with the second eldest Bridgerton boy would lead to courtship and maybe even an engagement. Your brother, Thomas, on the other hand, thought that it took him way too long and started to get impatient. As the man of the household, it was his responsibility to find you a suitable husband whether you liked it or not. The only condition he had was that he could escort you during your stay at the Bridgerton residence. You weren’t too happy about it but it was a ‘take it our leave it’ situation. Anthony Bridgerton was there as well and the two of them spend most of the time talking business much to your relief. Benedict found a moment to sneak outside for another art session, he had filled a bag with all the materials he thought you would need for an afternoon full of drawing. He took your hand and the two of you started your walk, he hadn't told you where exactly you were going but you were happy with some time together. After a twenty-minute walk, you were stunned by the scenery in front of you. You were standing at the edge of a forest, a big open field with poppies and some yellow flowers whose names you did not know. ‘Wow, this must be one of the prettiest places I have ever seen.’ The view was breathtaking, the flowers in the field were softly swaying because of the small breeze and you only noticed now that there was a lake on the left of you. Sun reflecting on the water surface. ‘My siblings and I used to play here during the summer, take a swim when it was way too hot outside. Now I like to come here when I want to be alone our need to think.’ You could understand why he wanted to come here, it was an oasis of peace, like you were alone on the earth. ‘I can get why you like to come here, it looks idyllic.’Benedict leaned in and placed a quick peck on your lips. ‘So are you ready for another art lesson from the big artiste?’
Benedict had a boyish grin on his lips while he was waiting for your answer. There was a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, it made him look like a little boy who had stolen candy from the market. ‘Oh you are the big artiste now?’ You were taunting him. ‘Oh miss Egerton, I’m going to ignore that because it hurt my feelings.’ He dramatically placed one of his hands over his heart while he spoke. ‘Help me set up our drawing space, will you.’ You took one side of a big piece of fabric from him and helped spread it out in the grass so the two of you could sit on it. He put two sketchbooks on the sheet, followed by some charcoal and a bottle of water. ‘Okay, today’s lesson is about moving objects. The flowers around us are slightly moving because of the breeze, so it will be an ideal exercise for you.’ His enthusiasm was hearth warming, he really tried to make you like his passion as much as he did. ‘Ok, how do I start?’ The two of you took place on the blanket and spent the rest of the afternoon sketching the field you were laying in, in the sketchbooks Benedict brought and you were actually good at this exercise. It was a couple of hours later and you were looking at the drawing you just finished, it wasn’t perfect but it was not bad either. ‘Okay, I think I’m done.’ It was only a small mumble that left your lips but you were pleased with the drawing that was lying in front of you. ‘That is actually not bad at all y/n, you’re a quick learner.’ He looked with an approving eye at the scene you had just drawn. ‘Or I just have an incredibly talented teacher.’ You softly bumped your shoulder against his and gave him a genuine smile. A soft chuckle left his lips when he heard your words. ‘Ah, I will agree with you on that.’
Benedict stood up and started to unbutton the white blouse he was wearing, you weren’t complaining about the view. ‘What do you think you are doing?’ One of your eyebrows was raised as you spoke. ‘Not that I am not enjoying the view, don’t get me wrong, but I think you have different plans than me?’ His laughter echoed across the field. ‘My sweet y/n, don’t get your hopes up too high. I am just going for a swim, it is rather hot today don’t you think?’ He kept undressing at a rather slow pace and you wondered if he planned this in advance. ‘I guess I have to watch from the sideline since I didn’t bring any swimwear.’ His eyes got that playful glance again as he looked down at you since you were still sitting on the blanket. ‘Who said anything about swimwear?’ He slowly let the suspenders slip from his shoulders. He was trying to provoke you and it was working. Your heartbeat accelerated. He knew what he was doing as he took off his blouse, tossing it nonchalantly to the side. A storm of butterflies awakened in your stomach. ‘I did not bring swimwear either.’ While he said those words he stripped down his pants and your jaw dropped as he stood there in front of you. Naked. Not because this was the first time that you saw him naked, the two of you were long past that. It was the self-confidence he displayed that amazed you. You had expected a lot from him but this was extreme, even for Benedict Bridgerton. What if someone saw you? The two of you had been careful when it came to sneaking around to make sure that no one saw you. You would have been ruined by now if someone had seen the two of you so you guessed your secret was still safe. You let your gaze slide unashamedly over his body, taking every inch of his skin in. He had a beautiful skin tone from the summer sun, with some freckles here and there. He had a birthmark on his left upper thigh, but you already knew that. You could see how his muscles were tense. He had broad shoulders and you were surprised every time about how muscular he actually was. It made you realize how handsome he was.
‘Are you just going to keep staring at me or are you joining?’ His words made you snap back to reality. ‘I’m not comfortable with just stripping down and risking that someone will see the two of us completely naked Benedict.’ He nodded to show you that he understood. ‘I can promise you that no one will see us since it is private property. It is part of our land so no one except our brothers, who are at Aubrey Hall can catch us.’ He was so calm while standing completely naked in the grass in front of you, it was absurd and a small chuckle left your lips. ‘You do realize that you are standing completely naked in the middle of a field, just imagine someone walking by, they will think that you are crazy for sure.’ He shook his head and laughed. ‘Just take your clothes off, you can wear my blouse if you want to and join me in the water will you?’ He walked towards the lake and started running when he reached the edge. He was crazy but that was one of the things you liked about him.
You did as you were told and slowly dressed down, changing your undergarments for Benedicts’ white blouse. The fabric of the blouse just covered your ass and it felt safer than just walking around naked. Slowly you made your way over to the lake and you could feel his gaze burning on your skin. He surely had thought this plan through. ‘How is the water?’ The sun had been burning all day so it was going to be cold, there was no other way. ‘Pleasant, but you have to get in all at once otherwise you won’t be able to get over the fact that it’s cold at first.’ You knew he was right and that’s why you started running in, ignoring the fact that it felt like an ice pool once you had entered. The water burned at your skin for a moment but once you were swimming towards Benedict it did feel pleasant on your slightly burned body. ‘Can you touch the ground there?’ He nodded. Benedict was taller than you so when you were close enough you reached for his shoulders to keep yourself afloat. He placed one arm around your waist and pulled you closer. ‘Hello there.’ His breath felt warm on your face as he spoke. You gave him a small smile in response as you wrapped your legs around his torso. The fact that the two off you were both practically naked made you blush as your bodies touched each other. ‘How long have you been thinking this little plan of yours through?’ He tried to give you the most innocent face that he could and shook his head. ‘Y/n, who do you think I am? I would never think about luring you into skinny dipping with me during broad daylight.’ You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. ‘Yeah right, I don’t believe you for a moment.’
He ran his hands gently over your thighs as he started speaking, his touch left a trace of goosebumps. ‘But my plan did work didn’t it?’ His hands found their way under the fabric of his shirt as they travelled up your legs stopping as he reached your bum. ‘We are enjoying ourselves aren’t we?’ You could feel how his erection was poking against your leg and you cleared your throat with a small cough. He leaned in so he could kiss your cheek. His lips moved to your jaw and he started nibbling down your neck. ‘Benne-’ It was a moan that left your lips as he started sucking on the flesh of your collarbone. You could feel how your nipples became hard. ‘Not in the water.’ You could feel how his lips formed a grin against his lips as he heard your words. ‘Not what in the water y/n?’ His breath felt hot against your neck as he was teasing you. It all had an effect as you could feel how your cunt started to clench under his touch ‘You can fuck me but not in the water Benedict.’ It was as if you said a magic spell because Benedict started walking towards the place the two off you had been sitting all day while he made sure that he got you secured in your arms. ‘I have been thinking about taking you right there all day, you have no idea.’ Nothing was ever just an innocent date between the two of you, it did not work like that. As he put you down you reached for his neck with both your arms, pulling him in for a long sloppy kiss. His needy hands found their way around the buttons of his shirt and he had it laying on the ground next to you in no time. He pulled you in closer by your hips and you could feel his erection against your lower stomach. You lowered one of your arms so you could place your hand around his member and you softly started to move your hand up and down. He responded by softly biting your lower lip, it encouraged you to increase your pace while you squeezed a bit harder. He threw his head back as he closed his eyes and that was your cue to get down on your knees. You teased him by leaving a trail of wet kisses all over his body as you got down. You pumped a couple of times with your hand before you placed your hands on his thighs while you started teasing him with your mouth. You softly placed small kisses up and down his shaft, leaving his tip untouched knowing it would drive him mad. You could hear it had the wanted effect by the way he was breathing. You then slowly placed your mouth around the tip of his penis and circled around it with the tip of your tongue. ‘Fuck y/n’ Benedict placed his hands on your head and grabbed your hair as you slowly started to bob your head, taking as much of his dick in your mouth as you could. Increasing your pace slowly was one of the things you knew he enjoyed. He softly pulled your hair as a sign to look at him and you obeyed. As you were locking eyes with him you gave him your most innocent look while you kept sucking his dick. It made you dripping wet and you could not help yourself but you had to rub your clit. Benedict took your head in his hands and started to fuck your mouth at a rapid pace, every trust deeper than the one before until he suddenly stopped. ‘Turn around.’ You did as you were told and got down on your hands and knees, arching your back so he could enter you more easily. ‘Acting all innocent, afraid to be caught but look at you now, presenting yourself for me as the trained slut you are.’ He slapped your pussy from behind as he sat down on his knees behind you. He slapped so hard that you pulled away from him a bit as it caught you by surprise. That was the thing with Benedict, he could both be dominant and submissive and you liked both sides. ‘Fuck Ben.’ You moaned as he softly traced your cunt with his fingers. His fingers found your clit and he pinched your sensitive spot between his thumb and index finger, it made you arch your back. It was a painful feeling, but a pleasant painful feeling. He slowly started rubbing your clitoris and you arched your hips so his hand cupped your pussy even more. Needy, you were so needy. ‘You have no idea of all of the things I want to do with you.’ Without a warning he entered two of his fingers and started moving them at just the right pace whiles he kept circling your clit with the index finger of his other hand. He curled his fingers inside of you and a load moan left your lips as he touched your spot. ‘Fuck.’ But all of a sudden he stopped, his finger still inside of you and you just knew he was teasing you. ‘Benedict please.’ You were begging and started to move back and fother on your hands and knees so you could fuck his fingers. ‘Beg for it y/n.’ ‘Ben, please fuck me.’ That was all he needed as he pulled his fingers out but replaced them with his hard cock. He was going to fuck you dumb so the only thing you would remember was his name. He grabbed your hips and started thrusting, the pace increased with each thrust. You lowered yourself so he had better access to your pussy and could thrust even deeper. Benedict let out a soft growl as he started to reach his high and you started to move with him, slamming your hips into his. He grabbed your hair and pulled it softly. ‘Fuck y/n, I’m close.’ A moan left your lips as you felt how your walls were clenching around his dick. ‘Benedict, I’m going to come. Ben fuck.’ It was almost a scream as it left your lips when you reached your high. Pounding your hips for a couple of times against his to push yourself over the edge. ‘Fuck.’ Benedict grabbed your hips even tighter and fucked you harder as he was pushing himself over the edge. ‘Fuck me Ben, you know you want to.’ Those words were what he needed as he left out one last moan. ‘Fuck, Y/n.’ The two of you fell down on the piece of fabric that was spread out in the grass, catching your breaths. ‘Such a good girl, aren’t you.’ You rolled your eyes and a laugh left your lips. ‘Oh shut it.’
‘Now how long have you been thinking about this little sex plan of yours?’ You asked as the two of you finally caught your breath. ‘A couple of days only, and I let Anthony in on my plan so he could keep your brother away from us for the day.’ Your jaw dropped, Anthony knew about the two of you? ‘Since when does your brother know about this?’ You pointed between the two of you while you were speaking. ‘He figured it out a couple of months ago, wasn’t happy about it at first since he feared for a scandal but he came around after a while.’ He shrugged his shoulders indifferently. ‘He doesn’t really care and if he did, he wouldn’t have a say in it since he is sleeping around with half of Londen.’ This was new for you. You had made sure to keep this a secret from everyone, even from your best friend while he told his brother and he didn’t think it was necessary to mention it to you?
‘Are you serious? You told your brother that you were going to fuck me after our little art session?’ He nodded. ‘Benedict!’ You hit him in the chest and that caught him by surprise. ‘Why in the world would you tell him that? I have been sneaking around for months, trying to avoid a scandal so I would not get ruined and you told your brother? I am not saying that he is going to tell on us but what if he ran his mouth when he is drunk? Have you ever thought of that?’ He got a sheepish expression on his face when he realized what you meant. ‘I didn’t think about it, Anthony just figured out that the two of us were spending a lot of time together and he asked me if we were courting. I said no and that is when he connected the dots. But I’m sure that he wouldn’t tell anyone about us.’ You just shook your head in disbelief. ‘I will kill him if he runs his mouth and after that, I will kill you.’ He had a small smile on his lips. ‘I am sorry but I promise you that nothing will happen. You know Anthony, he is not a gossiper. It will be fine.’
The two of you had spent the rest of the afternoon swimming in the lake and took the time to dry up in the sun before you headed back to Aubrey Hall. When you arrived you could see your brother pacing around the terrace. ‘Y/n!’ He yelled towards you as he saw you and Benedict approaching the house. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ He looked from you to Benedict and back to you. ‘We went for a walk around the property, nothing special.’ Lying to your brother felt wrong now you knew that the eldest Bridgerton boy knew about the shenanigans you had with his younger brother. Thomas didn’t seem pleased with the answer you gave him and shook his head. ‘We need to pack our things and go back to the city, we have spent enough time at the Bridgerton residence. It is time to go back home to mother.’ The city seemed so far away after your day at the lake. Actually, you were not eager to return, you did not miss the wandering eye of the ton. But you couldn’t refuse so you nodded and walked past Thomas to the house, leaving the three men behind you. ‘I will join you in a second.’
[...]
‘I cannot marry her, I am sorry.’ You could hear Benedicts’ voice on the other side of the door. You stopped in your tracks and slowly put the suitcase on the ground. What the hell were they talking about? As you leaned in closer to the door you almost jumped as you heard your brothers’ angry voice. ‘You have been taking her god knows where for the last couple of months, been dancing at every ball and you even invited her back here. Everyone thinks that the two of you are courting so tell me why you cannot marry her?’. Your brother was practically yelling at him and you did not want to be Benedict in this scenario. ‘Thomas I know that you need to look out for her but I cannot marry her, I just can’t even if I want to.’ You could feel your head start spinning when you heard those words, what was he talking about? ‘So what, she is good enough to fool around with but not good enough to marry?’ You really didn’t want to hear his answer, you couldn’t handle it. It was silent for a moment at the other side and you couldn’t help but wonder about Benedicts’ thoughts at this moment. ‘It is more complicated than that, I cannot explain it to you but I just can not marry her.’ Your heart dropped to the floor when you heard him say it. It was not like you were hoping for a proposal but you thought that what the two of you had could become more than just hooking up. Apparently not. You did everything to hold back your tears, you were not going to cry in front of them. Whit all your strength you opened the door and gave your brother your best fake smile. ‘Shall we go Thomas?’ He just nodded and without another word, the two of you left Aubrey hall. That was the last time you visited the property and the last time you hung out with the Bridgerton family.
[Present]
Anthony looked down at you from where he was standing, waiting on your response. It felt as if all the eyes in the church were looking at you and your head started spinning. You knew it was a bad idea to come to this wedding, you should have stayed home far away from Benedict Bridgerton and his family. They were nothing but trouble. Penelope pushed your arm as a sign to do something. Anthony was still standing next to the aisle you were sitting, holding out his hand so you could grab it to go with him. ‘Anthony I-’ You looked back to the front of the church and Layla Greendale was looking at you, confusion laid in her eyes while you could see her cheeks burning red from shame. Oh what did he do? Without a second thought, you grabbed Anthonys’ hand and made your way towards the exit of the church. All eyes were burning on the two of you. ‘Anthony, what the hell is going on?’ you hissed at him while exiting the church. ‘Benedict has officially lost his mind, that is the only explanation I can think of.’ The eldest Bridgerton boy pulled you by your hand behind him as he reentered the church via another door. ‘Where the hell is he?’ As the two of you made it up a staircase he finally let go of your hand. Anthony turned around the corner but you could not get yourself to face Benedict.
‘What the fuck do you think you are doing? Did you for one second think this through?’ Anthony started yelling at the top of his lungs and you could only guess that he had found Benedict. ‘Anthony I am really not up for a lecture now, just go.’ His voice had a weird ring to it, you almost didn’t recognize him. ‘You knew all along that you were going to marry her, why stop now. In front of the whole ton by all means. Why?’ You heard someone pacing around, guessing it was Benedict. ‘Brother, why do I need to marry someone that I do not love. If this whole deal between our fathers is so important for our families, then why don’t you marry one of the Greendale girls? Why do I need to do this?’ Benedict sounded frustrated in the way he was talking. ‘I am the viscount, I intend to marry a girl of a higher rank than the Greendales.’ Your heart was racing in your chest. What kind of deal did they make? ‘No I won’t do it, I will not marry her. If I do this I will never be happy and I won’t have it, I will marry for love and nothing else.’ That was the moment you turned around the corner and saw him. He looked broken, tear-stained face and his red eyes looked at you in confusion. ‘W-what is she doing here?’ He wasn’t talking to you, he looked at his brother not knowing how to react to your appearance. ‘I thought she could talk some sense into you but now I am second-guessing my actions.’ Benedict avoided your gaze, not wanting to look you in the eyes. ‘Y/n, please leave. It is already complicated enough without you here, I can not handle you being here as well .’ You shook your head. ‘No. I am not leaving. Look at you, you are a complete mess. What the hell is going on?’ Benedict looked at his brother signalling that he had to respond to your question. ‘Our fathers made this deal back in the day that one of their children would marry each other so our families would support each other economically. It was a stupid deal and I thought that Mr. Greendale would have forgotten it but that was until five years ago that he came knocking at our door reminding me of this agreement. I would never marry them, giving them our title and Collin was too young to start courting so there was only Benedict.’ Your jaw dropped ‘I can not marry her, it is complicated.’ You remembered the words Benedict told Thomas all those years ago. ‘You could not marry me because you were promised to another woman?’ Benedict rubbed his face with annoyance because of the situation he found himself in. ‘Please y/n, just let me be this is way too messy to get involved in.’ ‘You were fucking me while you knew you were going to marry someone else all along? How could you be so cruel? You were practically yelling at him and you could see how his cheeks turned red. Anthony looked from his brother to you and back as if he just started realizing what had been going on between the two of you all these years back. ‘I did want to marry you but I just couldn’t.’ You did not know how to respond to his confession and just stared at him.
‘Anthony I am not marrying Layla, I don’t care what the consequences are but I’m not marrying her.’ Anthony threw both of his arms in the air in frustration. ‘Benedict, you can not be serious?’ You only now realized what Benedict had said, he wanted to marry you back then. ‘Anthony I am not marrying her, I have loved y/n since the day I met her and I know that I will never be able to love someone else like that. I will be miserable if I marry Layla, I already found my match and I’m not going to let her walk away without shooting my shot again.’ Your jaw dropped, what the actual fuck was happening. Your head started spinning as Benedict took a step toward you. ‘I know that I have hurt you in the past and I’m sorry for not being honest with you back then but I thought that I could not tell you. I fell in love from the moment I met you and that feeling only became stronger over the past couple of years. It broke my heart not being able to touch you when I saw you or to kiss your lips. Just please, give me another chance and I’ll prove to you that you are the centre of my existence.’ You were perplexed. ‘Benedict, there is someone waiting for you at the end of the aisle. This is not some ‘run away with me’ story, your actions will have concequences.’ He took a step towards you. ‘Y/n, it always has been you. I don’t care about the gossip or the consequences, all I want is to walk out of this place with you.’ He looked like a beaten dog, torn between his morals and will. ‘Ben, I-’ You did not know what to say. He was saying all the right things and your body was filled with butterflies but this was going to be quite the scandal. ‘Just join me at Aubrey hall, we can figure things out there without the wondering eye of the ton and all their gossip.’ Anthony looked confused at you two, not knowing what your answer was going to be. You still loved him, after all the things that happened he still had a special place in your heart. You knew that you would never be satisfied with another man. What you and Benedict had was special so you just nodded as a respons. Benedict's eyes lit up when he saw your movement and pulled you in a tight hug. The two of you stood there for a couple of seconds before he crashed his lips on yours, a warm familiar feeling spread through your body. ‘For Christ's sake, get the hell out of here I’ll try to fix the situation.’ Whit those words Anthony ushered the two of you out of the building, not knowing what your futures were holding but you knew you had each other.
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Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma x sis!reader
summary: Kate's sister is sent to live with Kate and Anthony by her mother who had to travel to India and couldn't take her. Feeling that she was unwanted and intruding on the Bridgerton couple's lives, Y/n starts acting distant. When Anthony and Kate realize this, they try to make Y/n see how much she is loved by everyone
requested: yes
Y/n was sitting in her carriage for 5 minutes, not having the courage to open the door. She was outside the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton mansion, in other words her sister and her brother-in-law. Her hands trembled in her lap as she took a deep breath to try to calm her anxiety and her irregular heartbeat.
Her mother Mary had to travel to India and decided to not let her youngest go with her. As Y/n was still too young to consider it safe to keep her at home alone, even with maids, Mary asked Anthony and Kate to welcome her into their home.
Ever since Mary's older daughter found a husband and went to live a new life, Y/n felt that her relationship with her mother got worse.
The house was quieter, both of them no longer had the usual company of the other sisters. It made Y/n realize how she couldn’t hold a conversation with Mary, at least not like Kate and Edwina. It also didn't help that Y/n was extremely similar to their father, who had already died. It seemed like Mary was grieving again for her late lover, and Y/n was the cause of it.
So, like a snowball effect, Y/n couldn't help but think that Kate and Anthony were just taking her in out of obligation, since they were family, but that she was actually considered a burden for them.
"Would you like for me to open the door, Miss?" the maid who accompanied her asked with a gentle smile.
"There is no need for that, Anne. Thank you." she replied, snapping out of her thoughts.
With a last deep breath, Y/n opened the door just as Anthony and Kate were leaving the house. As soon as she saw them, Y/n bowed slightly. When she lifted her head again she found the two of them with a smile directed at her. But even so, she had doubts, after all, in this society, everyone had learned to master the fake polite smile. Kate hurried to her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Y/n! It's so nice to have you here. The house can get so quiet when the Viscount is working. It'll be great to have our conversations like we had before." Kate whispered in her ear, Y/n only responding with a small smile.
Anthony approached the younger Sharma to greet her, Y/n bowing again. "Lord Bridgerton, thank you for your hospitality. It was very kind of you."
"By all means, Miss Y/n, you are family. Now let's come inside, Phillip can bring your belongings to your room." Anthony said, linking his arm with his wife and starting to head towards the room where the maids were setting the table for the tea.
Y/n followed behind the couple, her steps cautious. She looked at the huge mansion and sighed, her fears continuously running through her mind. This was going to be a very long month.
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It was still quite early, the sun's rays barely illuminating the mansion. However, Y/n was already awake and ready for the day. She went down to the kitchen, wanting to help the cooks and maids. It was the least she could do, since now they were cooking for one more person and the day before they had brought her a rather late meal since she didn't eat all of dinner.
The maids were surprised to see the youngest Sharma in the kitchen, tying an apron around her waist. However, with a lot of resistance on Y/n's part, they let the girl help. Y/n had a lot of fun, the maids had a good relationship with each other, throwing in some jokes from time to time that made her laugh.
Y/n was placing the last dish on the table. She had to admit that everything looked great. The food varied from fruit to various cakes and breads. Just in time, Anthony entered the kitchen, stopping in surprise when he saw Y/n there.
"Miss Sharma, I wasn't expecting you to be awake already. It's quite early."
"I'm a morning person, Lord Bridgerton." Y/n chuckled, running her hands down her dress nervously. She then pointed to the table, desperate not to remain in an awkward silence. "Breakfast is ready."
"I see that, everything looks great." he sat at the end of the table. Y/n remained standing, looking around, causing Anthony to hesitate before asking, "Aren't you going to sit down to eat too?"
"Oh! I already ate with the maids, thank you. Hm, is my sister awake?"
Anthony clears his throat, looking down. A frown appeared on Y/n's face when she saw the man's cheeks start to turn pink. "Your sister is still sleeping. She was not feeling well last night so she couldn't sleep much."
"Very well..." The girl nodded slowly. "I shall bring her tea when she wakes up. Until then, I was hoping I could go on for a walk in the gardens? Please?"
"Of course, Y/n, you don't have to ask." Anthony nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin after drinking some orange juice. "Do you want me to ask a maid to go with you and keep you company?"
"No, it's okay, I prefer to go alone."
"No problem. In the afternoon we should go to my mother's house to play pall-mall. It would be lovely if you decided to join us."
"Oh, I'm not sure yet. I wouldn't want to interrupt your family time." Y/n looked away so as not to show the sadness she felt.
She had never even met Anthony's family properly, only meeting them briefly at the couple's wedding. Either way, with all the stories she'd heard from Kate, she doubted she'd be able to fit into the family dynamic. She was afraid that Anthony was only extending the invitation to her out of obligation to now be living with them, after all, she had never been invited even when her two sisters were.
However, with all these thoughts, the girl did not see the frown that appeared on her sister's husband's face. What do you mean she didn't want to interrupt family time when it was part of it?
Although his family never spent much time with Y/n, it was just because since she was younger, they thought she would feel more comfortable with her mother instead of being dragged around with Edwina and Kate to every event. She had lost her father and moved countries, they didn't want to overwhelm her. However, Anthony's siblings really wanted to meet her, especially Francesca and Hyacinth, who wanted to have a new friend.
"Y/n, you are family. My siblings would love to spend more time with you, especially my sisters." Anthony finally said.
"I will think about it." Y/n offered him a small smile out of politeness. "I will be heading to the gardens. Let me know if you need me. Excuse me, Lord Bridgerton."
When Y/n finally left the dining room, Anthony rubbed a hand over his face in frustration. He really needed to talk to his wife about this.
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Y/n was lying down on the grass, enjoying the sun's rays that warmed her skin, when Kate found her. After Anthony told her about what happened at breakfast, Kate knew there was something wrong with her younger sister.
Anthony's wife lay down beside Y/n, alerting her to her presence. Y/n lifted her head, offering her sister a small smile. "Are you feeling better?"
"Pardon?" Kate frowned, not understanding the question. Her mouth opened in realization as she remembered what Anthony had told her with a light blush. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Nothing that a few more hours of sleep couldn't solve."
"I'm glad." Y/n closed her eyes again, enjoying the sunny day.
"Are you enjoying your time here? Lord Bridgerton told me that you cooked with the maids today." Kate said after a few moments of silence.
"Yes, they were lovely. I wanted to help."
"If you had a good time then there's no problem. But you know you don't need to get up early to cook for us. I want you to have fun and be comfortable while you're here."
Y/n remained silent. Her hand started messing with the grass, a way to distract herself. "I know." she replied with a small voice.
"Do you?" the elder Sharma raised her eyebrows teasingly.
But Y/n remained silent, a small frown forming on her face as she thought about what Kate said. In turn, Kate felt her heart tighten with guilt. As she looked at her little sister, she remembered when she was a baby and made exactly the same face when she thought. A sigh escaped her lips, missing having Y/n's company all day.
The three Sharma sisters used to spend every waking moment together, strolling around the garden or simply relaxing in silence. But now, with Kate married and Edwina being courted by the prince, they didn't think about how it would affect Y/n.
"Tell me what is really wrong." Kate asked with sad eyes. Y/n sat down, opening her mouth to start speaking, but nothing came out. "Y/n, I'm sorry I haven't spent much time with you. But I love you, and I want you to be comfortable being here with me and Anthony."
"You didn't just let me stay out of obligation?" the younger sister asked shyly, refusing to look into Kate's eyes, who had also sat up and was trying to lift Y/n's chin with her hand.
"No! In fact, I was the one who asked mother to let you stay with me instead of considering you going with her to India. We wanted you here. I miss seeing my little sister every day. It can get lonely when Anthony works, and I love having you here."
"Really? But when you're bored, don't you visit Lord Bridgerton's siblings?"
"Yes, but no one can replace you. And I'm always talking about you to them, from all the stories I've told, I think they like you more than me!" Kate laughed, her smile widening when Y/n also chuckled. "I'm sure they would be delighted for you to go with us to play pall-mall."
"Hmm, I'm not sure. What if they don't like me?"
"Oh!" Anthony's wife gasped as if it was the most ridiculous idea. "That's impossible! With your heart and your kindness, they would be fools to not like you!"
"I really missed you." Y/n admitted, resting her head on Kate's shoulder.
"Me too. And after mother comes back, our house is still open. You can come here whenever you wish."
"Thank you, Kate. I'm glad you found Anthony, you seem very happy."
"I am happy." Kate assured her. "And just because I am married now, nothing changes between us. You are still my priority."
"Thank you. And I believe a game of pall-mall is not the worst thing in the world. I will join you." the younger girl nodded with a smile, gaining confidence from her sister's words.
"Great! Then you'll also get to see Lord Bridgerton be a sore loser when I win."
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She was already starting to regret her decision when she saw Anthony's family in the garden, already bickering with each other. She and her sisters were competitive, but not at this level.
"Dear siblings, if you could please just listen to me first." Anthony caught their attention with a sarcastic smile. "This is Miss Y/n, Kate's younger sister. She will be joining us today."
"Another Sharma? We are going to lose!" the younger boy, who Y/n assumed was Gregory, said.
Two other girls came to her, introducing themselves as Francesca and Hyacinth, Anthony's younger sisters. As they excitedly talked, Y/n's nerves began to disappear. Kate watched them closely, relaxing when she noticed that her sister was smiling, looking happy to be making friends. Her husband joined her, letting her lean against him and kissing her cheek.
"I told you it was going to be okay."
"Yeah, I know. But I was so sad that she thought we didn't want her here with us. It's my fault." Kate whispered sadly, feeling Anthony put his arm around her waist in comfort.
"It's not your fault, my love. We have to make her feel welcome, but for now, I think she's having fun." Noticing that Kate still wasn't convinced, he added. "What if the three of us went for a horse ride tomorrow? You once told me that Y/n always wanted to ride a horse, but she never got to learn since your father died. What if I taught her?"
"You would do that?" his wife smiled in delight. "Oh, Anthony, thank you. I'm sure she would love that."
"Anything for my wife and her little sister." Anthony smiled, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I love you."
"Are you being this lovely just so I won't be so competitive in the game?" she laughed teasingly. "Forget it! Prepare to lose, my dear husband."
Kate turned her back on him, going to the others so they could start the game. Anthony enjoyed the view of his wife, wondering how he got so lucky. "I love my life."
While they were playing, Eloise told Y/n how women deserved to go to college and not live just for their husbands. Benedict appeared later, declaring that he was going to save her from her sister's obsessions, making Y/n hide a giggle behind her hand. In turn, he and Collin were extremely funny, especially when Anthony made a bad move and Kate beat him.
Y/n also had time to meet Daphne's son, who seemed to like her and demanded with a cry that she pick him up. She didn't complain, the baby was too cute to refuse anything.
She and her two new friends got tired of playing, preferring to sit under the shade with the baby and play a little with him. Meanwhile, they talked about everything and got to know more about each other. They only realized how much time had passed when Lady Violet Bridgerton called them to drink and eat something.
By late afternoon, Y/n was exhausted but happy. Her family was more complete, and she loved being part of its dynamic.
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Rather Or Rather Not - Luke Thompson
Word count: 868
Summary: Would you rather answer questions by yourself or to be joined by your lover and a friend?
The grand ballroom on the Bridgerton set was abuzz with excitement as a game hosted by Netflix began.
You, Nicola Coughlan, and Luke Thompson, three of the most talented and beloved actors in the Bridgerton series, gathered around a lavish table adorned with candelabras and sparkling chandeliers.
The theme of the game was Would you rather, inspired by your beloved show, Bridgerton.
The air was thick with anticipation as you waited for the first question to be revealed.
"It's time to play!" cheered Nicola Coughlan, who portrayed Penelope Featherington, as she flitted about the room, handing out cards to each of the players.
"Remember, you must answer the question truthfully, and may the best actor win!" With a dramatic flourish, she flipped over the first card, revealing the first question: "Would you rather... binge-watch the entire series in one sitting, or have to wait an entire year for the next season to premiere?"
You all glanced at each other, knowing full well that this was a question you had been contemplating for months.
You, who portrayed the vivacious y/c/n, grinned widely and said, "Oh, I could never wait a whole year! I'd much rather binge it all in one go."
Nicola Coughlan, who brought the iconic Penelope Featherington to life, nodded in agreement.
"I completely understand," she said with a sigh. "It's torture not knowing what happens next."
Luke Thompson, your boyfriend and the man who played the dashing and mysterious Lord Benedict Bridgerton, chuckled and said, "Well, it seems you two have already made up your minds. In that case, I'll have to go with the opposite choice. I'd much rather take my time and savor each episode as they air."
You and Nicola laughed, impressed by his restraint.
The next question was revealed: by you.
"Would you rather... have your character end up with your on-screen love interest, or have them find true love with someone else?" you bit your lip, considering the possibilities.
"Oh, that's a tough one... I think I'd want my character to end up with their true love. Even if it means someone else gets the happy ending, you know?"
Nicola Coughlan nodded in agreement.
"Agreed," she said. "As much as I love my character with Colin, I think it would be more satisfying to see her find happiness with someone who truly deserves it if the story would be different."
The tension in the room was palpable as the final question was revealed by your boyfriend.
"Would you rather... have your character's life play out exactly as it does in the books, or have the opportunity to rewrite their fate and give them a different ending?" Luke furrowed his brow, deep in thought.
"That's a hard one... I think I'd like to see my character have the chance to write their own ending. Even if it means straying from the source material, it's important for them to have agency and make their own choices."
Nicola Coughlan glanced over at you, who was still lost in thought. "What about you, y/n? What would you choose?"
You looked up, a determined expression on your face. "You know, I think I'd rather rewrite their fate. Because even if their life isn't perfect, they can still find happiness in the end. And who's to say what's meant to be, anyway?"
The other actors nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the question settle over them.
The final question hung in the air, unanswered, but for now, it could wait. There would be plenty of time for more questions, more laughter, and more memories to be made.
Because in the end, that was what being a part of the Bridgerton family was truly about: finding joy in the journey, no matter where it led.
The question was revealed: "Would you rather... spend the rest of your life in the world of Bridgerton, or step outside of it and explore new roles and experiences?"
Nicola's eyes widened, and she glanced around the table at her fellow actors.
"That's quite the quandary," she mused. "But I think I would have to say that I would rather stay in Bridgerton. Not only because I love it here, but because I believe that we are one family and that there is so much out there waiting to be told."
You nodded in agreement. "I feel the same way, definitely. This role has given me so much, and I think there are so much possibilities in this project. I can't wait to see what it still holds."
Luke, ever the optimist, added, "I'd have to say the same. And I know that whatever comes next, we'll always have Bridgerton and each other."
You all raised your glasses in a toast, the clinking of crystal against porcelain filling the empty ballroom with a joyous noise.
And so the game went on, the questions flying fast and furious, as you all shared your thoughts, your dreams, and your fears.
You discussed your favorite moments from the series, your hopes for the future, and the lessons you learned along the way.
You laughed and you cried, you debated and you agreed, and through it all, you all felt a bond that went deeper than any script could ever convey.
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Every morning and every evening I check tumblr for even the teensiest crumb of news about Bridgerton season 3, and the wait has long gone past anticipation and straight to annoyance.
Like, the fact that there’s been basically no official news since they announced filming started? Wild, absolutely wild. The fandom is literally single-handedly cultivating the content while in every interview we get the same generic “it’s gonna be sexy” non-answers, that I genuinely think that Nicola got in trouble for even saying “mirror” during that one interview and the cast has been given a gag order.
I like Queen Charlotte, don’t get me wrong, but where tf is the BRIDGERTON content or hype? Is it because they’re not introducing entirely new characters as the romantic leads like they did for season 2 and the spin-off? Because that’s understandable that there would be MORE advertising focus on those projects, but not ONLY.
A bit more ranty than my usual posts, but I’m sleepy and annoyed tonight that the fandom is celebrating basically receiving the same updates in different packaging because they’ve been so starved for news that even that is exciting.
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Benedict: So you have feelings for our little sister?
Theo: Yes sir, your sister is the most wonderful being, her cunning, intelligence and beauty illuminates even my darkest days.
Collin: Why? What evil have you done in your life?
Anthony: And you swear you haven't gone too far with her?
Theo: I swear, our meetings were always intellectual and completely innocent, I would never take advantage of her.
Collin: Dude, escape before it gets more serious, you don't know what you're getting into.
Benedict: And you want our little sister's hand in marriage?
Anthony: And what do you have to offer him?
Theo: I want to marry your sister, only if she accepts me, and I can't offer her many things of value, but I can give her my mind, my heart, my hard work, my body, I can offer her everything of me, because she already has it.
Collin: Bro, take my advice, leave before the demon gets you.
Hyacinth: Collin, shut up and let me see how the perfect man for Eloise buys Eloise time to steal all the cookies Lady Dambury left on the tea table.
Collin: THERE ARE NO COOKIES ANYMORE? You are as vile as Eloise!!!!!
Theo:
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