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Marcus x chubby reader

It was a quiet night in the castle, the only sound being the soft crackling of the fireplace in Marcus's chambers. Y/n, sat at the vanity table, staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were fixed on her reflection, her thoughts consumed by her weight and how she felt about her appearance.

Marcus noticed her troubled expression and walked over to stand behind her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "What troubles you, my love?" he asked softly, his deep voice filled with concern. Y/n sighed, feeling the weight of her insecurities pressing down on her. "I just...I can't help but feel like I'm not good enough. Like I should be thinner, more like the other women in the castle."

Marcus frowned, a look of sadness crossing his face. "Y/n, you are perfect just the way you are. Your beauty shines from within, and your curves are a part of what makes you uniquely you. Do not compare yourself to others, for you are incomparable in my eyes."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears as his words washed over her, a sense of relief and gratitude flooding her heart. She turned to face him, her hands reaching up to cup his face. "Thank you, Marcus. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine."

Marcus wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest. "You are my mate, and I love you exactly as you are. Do not let the judgments of others diminish your worth. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I will always cherish you just the way you are."

Y/n buried her face in his chest, feeling a wave of emotions overwhelm her. In that moment, surrounded by Marcus's love and acceptance, she knew that she was truly blessed to have him by her side. And as they stood together in the warmth of the firelight, their love grew stronger, unshakable in the face of any doubt or insecurity.

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Little Moments - His First Call

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The day after Lady Danbury’s ball Alfred woke with sun, excited about his plans for calling upon Miss Y/N L/N. He had secured permission from the girl’s older brother easily, and made multiple reassurances to Miss L/N that he would keep his word and would arrive as soon as calling hours began. He felt a little sad when she seemed to doubt his word, but would do whatever he needed to do to prove he was an earnest suitor. He could already tell it was going to be a very odd courtship. He smiled as he thought back on their conversation.

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“Tomorrow is Saturday, my lord,” she reminded him warily.

“Yes, I know. And the weather is predicted to be very fine. Perfect for a walk outside.”

“And you are certain you have no other engagements tomorrow?”

“None, my lady. I can stay for as long or as briefly as you like.”

She bit her lip in hesitation and began wringing her small, delicate hands together. “Will you not be tired from tonight’s exertions, my lord?”

“I can assure you, Miss L/N, I will be well rested by calling hours.”

“And the Viscount? You said he knows of your plans?”

“He does. He was very enthusiastic about the idea, remember? He mentioned I should stay for dinner if I am able.”

“Are you able?”

“Yes, my lady. I plan to call upon your hospitality for as long as you will let me.” He said teasingly.

“Hmmm,” she responded noncommittally.

“Mmmhmm,” he agreed, wondering if a nonverbal answer would convince her any more than a verbal one had. “Miss L/N,” he tried again, speaking very softly. “It is my most ardent wish to see you tomorrow at your home. I should like to bring you gifts, and flowers, and to drink tea with you in your sitting room. If that does not suit, I will promenade with you in your garden or in the ton, or anywhere else you might like to go. My lady, I promise you I will come tomorrow, and I will continue to come every day until you ask me to stop.”

Miss L/N flushed a delicate pink. “I am sorry, Lord Debling. I do not mean to doubt your words. You should know I have never had a gentleman caller before. While the idea thrills me, I am also a bit nervous.”

“There is no need to be nervous, Miss L/N,” he soothed her kindly. “We will carry on tomorrow as we have tonight, sharing stories and biscuits and friendship.”

“I will need to bake biscuits?” She asked in worried confusion, drawing a jovial laugh from her suitor.

“No, my lady. You will not need to bake anything.” He chuckled again. “In fact, I shall bring some as a present so no one else should worry about it either.” She nodded her agreement but said no more, her attention suddenly drawn to a floral arrangement nearby. Lord Debling could only shake his head at the silliness of the encounter. He was already completely enamored.

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He bathed and dressed quickly that morning, choosing a waistcoat with an intricate pattern of leaves and vines, hoping Miss L/N would find it pleasing to look at. All the while he considered what type of gift to bring the young lady that would spell out his intentions clearly and convince her of his dedication. Being a fan of botany, Miss L/N would surely recognize the meaning behind any flower he chose to bring, so he knew he must choose very carefully if he wanted to win her heart.

Inspiration struck while he was in a small confectionery shop, picking out some biscuits for their tea later. He did not know what kind Miss L/N would prefer the most, and appreciated that each variety was labeled neatly on a tag attached to a long wooden skewer. The presentation was visually enchanting and Lord Debling instantly saw the solution to his morning conundrum. He asked to see the proprietor immediately to set his plan into motion.

One very long trip to the florist later, Lord Debling had finally arrived at the home of Miss L/N and the anticipation of seeing her again had his palms sweating like a school boy. He knew he was taking a risk with his unusual gift to the young lady, but he was convinced she would see in it his steadfast devotion to her and their courtship.

He took a deep breath and knocked upon the door, asking politely if he may see the young lady of the house. In seconds, he was being led to a very fine drawing room where the young Miss was waiting. She was on her feet the moment his name was announced to the room.

“Lord Debling!” She exclaimed happily. “You are here!”

“As promised, my lady, and I come bearing gifts as well. You look radiant, Miss L/N. Thank you for allowing me to call.” He spoke quietly and sweetly to the girl, not wishing to overwhelm or scare her. “Will the Viscount be joining us this morning?”

“No, he has business to attend to this morning, but he did ask our housekeeper to chaperone us, if that is alright, my lord?”

“Of course. We shall see him later at dinner then, provided the invitation still stands?” He asked hesitantly.

“Oh yes. Please! It does stand. We should love to have your company this evening. And this afternoon of course, umm… I mean now… and then… I mean… until then… oh, I don’t know what I mean!” She exclaimed, her cheeks flared with embarrassment.

Lord Debling laughed lightly, gesturing for the lady to take a seat on the nearby settee. “I know precisely what you mean, Miss L/N. I shall stay with you until the dinner hour, if that is permitted, and then if the Viscount should still wish it, I will stay for dinner.” He took a seat in a chair next to her slowly, smiling at her brightly in an attempt to calm her nerves. He set his package of biscuits on the table before them and cleared his throat quietly before shyly addressing her again.

“I have brought you a special gift today, Miss L/N. It is unique, I will say, but I hope you will like it.” He carefully handed her a package wrapped in florist paper and held his breath as she gently took it from his hands.

It was oddly shaped and extremely lightweight. She smiled at him with curiosity in her eyes and studied the item keenly. At first glance it might have appeared to be long stemmed roses, but Alfred did not want something so obvious. He hoped he had chosen wisely and encouraged her to open the gift. “Please, my lady. Take a look.”

As she opened the paper her head immediately tilted to one side in confusion, and she raised her eyes to him in question. She reached in and removed one dozen wooden skewers each with a packet of flower seeds attached to the end. She giggled as she held them aloft in a bunch. “Lord Debling, am I to grow my own bouquet? I may not be familiar with all the rules of a courtship, but I do believe the flowers should already be in bloom!”

He smirked as he joined in her laughter. “Yes, my lady, that is typically how it should go, but I had a better idea if you will let me explain.” She nodded eagerly for him to continue.

“Last evening when I asked for permission to call upon you at home, you seemed terribly worried that I would not actually come.” Miss L/N’s cheeks colored again. “I understand your hesitation to accept, but I wish to prove that I will keep the promise I made to you then; I will continue to call on you until the day you tell me to stop. Together we shall plant those flower seeds in your garden, and then you will know that I must visit every day hereafter to ensure they are thriving. I do owe you a bouquet, after-all.”

Her smile was brilliant as she took in the plans he made. He was giving her something to hold on to, something to believe in should her mind ever begin to doubt his sincerity. The flowers would be his responsibility, as well as hers, and she could trust that Lord Debling would never shy away from fulfilling his commitment to them or to her. At that moment she knew she could love him. He was making it so easy for her to do so. She nodded her enthusiasm for his plan and hugged her almost flowers close to her chest as he continued speaking.

“I know it sounds foolish, and entirely early to say so, but perhaps if our flowers grow tall and strong, and you find you never wish for me to leave you be, maybe those little seeds will become your wedding bouquet.”

“What a wonderful idea, my lord. Thank you,” she whispered, looking into his eyes and seeing the promise there. She grinned impishly as she spoke a little louder this time. “Well, I hope you kept your other promise to me as well, Lord Debling, because I certainly cannot grow my own biscuits!”

Their combined laughter filled the room, much to the delight of the Viscount’s old housekeeper, who had wondered if this day would ever come for the young Miss. It was a moment she would never forget.

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Lightning

Baby you’re like lightning in a bottle

I can’t let you go now that I’ve got it

And all I need is to be struck

By your electric love…

Again. That damn song was playing again, and was driving Marcus mad. Always the same part, never the full song. Over and over and over again. Who in the hell only wants to hear one verse of a song on repeat? There were a lot of young ones around the castle these days, since the showdown in Forks; nomads and newborns alike, all flocking to Volterra to learn the proper ways to be a vampire. Perhaps it was one of them? He shrugged off the annoyance and tried to block out the noise as he made his way out to the garden terrace, hoping to find some peace and maybe his new friend, Y/n.

Y/n arrived in the city a few months ago, wide-eyed and curious, frighteningly intelligent, and beautiful to boot. She made friends quickly and had a gift for putting people at ease, with guards and kings alike, all vying to be in her company. She was quite simply a pleasure to be around, and Marcus often found himself seeking her out in his downtime. So what if he had a little crush on her? He was never going to act on it, so it was really a non-issue. They were friends and nothing more and being around her brought some joy to his miserable existence, and didn’t he deserve that much? He thought so.

As he got closer to the garden he heard that blasted song again, this time a little louder, so with a burst of speed he flashed into the courtyard, hoping to find the culprit behind the musical annoyance. Imagine his surprise finding Y/n there, cellphone in hand and a dreamy expression on her face.

“Y/n?” He inquired quietly. “What are you up to and why does it involve playing that song over and over?” He teased her gently, startling her out of her revelry.

“Oh! Marcus!” She yelped, and threw a hand up to her chest to cover her non-beating heart. “You startled me!”

“My apologies, I did not mean to.” He chuckled lowly and smiled. “I was trying to suss out whoever is responsible for playing that blasted song on repeat. It seems I have succeeded.”

Y/n looked down at her phone in embarrassment, clicked the off button on the side before placing the device face down on the bench beside her. “Sorry Marcus. I didn’t mean to be annoying, I just get wrapped up in those videos sometimes.”

“Videos?” He asked, settling into the empty space beside her.

“Yeah! TikTok’s, you know? I’m obsessed!”

“What is a TikTok? I’m afraid I’m a bit behind in the times,” he admitted. “These are music videos?”

“No, not exactly. It’s a kind of social media. People film themselves talking about new products they like or new foods they have tried. Occasionally someone will do something silly and people start to copy them and post their own videos. It’s totally mindless entertainment, but it’s addicting!”

“And this Lightning in a Bottle, it is a TikTok?” He inquired, looking at Y/n with increased curiosity.

“Uh, yeah…” she hedged. “It’s a good one. I watch those a lot.”

“May I see?”

“Umm, suuuurrree…” she reached for her phone again. “I’ll just pull one up for us…”

Marcus watched Y/n closely, noticing her hesitation and increasing uncertainty, and decided he would grant her a reprieve. He never wanted her to feel uncomfortable around him, and it seemed he was heading that direction. He reached out to stop her hand. “You know something? I just remembered that I promised Aro I would help him with something. Rain check?”

Y/n smiled in obvious relief. “Of course! Come find me later, maybe?”

He nodded and smiled tightly, bolting from the terrace to avoid making things any more awkward. Maybe Aro would know something about this TikTok? Only one way to find out.

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Aro, it seemed, did know a thing or two about TikTok and this particular video as well. He laughed, the bastard, when Marcus approached him later that afternoon, and seemed almost giddy as he questioned Marcus about the encounter. “So she didn’t actually get to show you the video?” He asked wryly.

“No.” Marcus shook his head. “She was embarrassed, I think, and I didn’t want to press her when she was clearly uncomfortable. It’s not obscene, is it?”

Aro laughed again. “Hardly! Curious though that she was shy to share it with you. Why do you think that is, brother?”

“I couldn’t say,” Marcus mumbled to his feet. If he was capable of blushing, he would be as red as a tomato at that moment. While he had never mentioned it to his brother out loud, Marcus was certain Aro was aware of the crush he had on Y/n. It was mortifying.

“Well,” Aro began, clapping his hands once to capture Marcus’s attention. “Perhaps you need to ask her. Or watch the videos yourself! Maybe that will tell you something.”

“Yes, perhaps.”

“Good luck, brother!” Aro called out with glee as Marcus left the room. He could not wait to tell Sulpicia about this! Maybe there was hope for his morose older brother after all.

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One trip to an electronics store and many hours spent with a member of something called the Geek Squad later, Marcus had everything he needed to log into TikTok. Now, where to begin? A search, he concluded. “Lightning song.” No results. “Lightning in a bottle.” A music festival in Southern California, USA. Nope. “Electric Love.” The debut single by American artist, Borns - gained popularity on TikTok with the ‘I kissed my best friend challenge.’

THE WHAT?!?!?! Marcus couldn’t believe his eyes. This is what Y/N is watching on repeat, hundreds of times over? Could that mean…?

He shook off the thought. No way. Y/n didn’t want to kiss him… did she? Is that why she was embarrassed to show him? Maybe he should watch a few of these videos before he got too excited. It could be a prank, he told himself, closing the search app and opening TikTok. He’d watch one or two just to be sure and decide what to do afterward. It was probably nothing.

It was not nothing.

58 videos later, Marcus had decided two things. The first, he hated this song; Electric Love. Bleh. Nothing against the artist, of course. But the song had a way of worming its way into a person’s brain and building a home there, and nothing he could do would evict the damn thing. The second thing he decided on was this: there was a very good chance Y/N wanted to kiss him, and what’s more, he wanted to kiss her back. Now all he had to figure out was how on earth was he supposed to get that to happen?

The humans in these videos seemed to rely on misdirection to achieve their goal, but he wasn’t sure he liked that. To him, the whole concept was in a grey area concerning consent, and he didn’t like the idea of taking something from Y/n if she was unwilling. Yes, she seemed to like watching these TikToks, but that didn’t mean she wanted someone to trick her into participating in one. And besides, he preferred a first kiss be gentle and sweet, something that could ignite into passion, not an awkward encounter with one person mashing their lips onto their unsuspecting partner’s.

He sighed, racking his brain for an alternative when suddenly, he had a moment of clarity; he didn’t need to trick Y/n into reenacting the challenge, he could simply ask her! He wasn’t some inexperienced lad trying to get his first girlfriend. He was a King of Volterra! A vampire with thousands of years of life experience and the ability to read bonds. He was fooling himself by ignoring the connection he knew existed between himself and Y/n. The fates had seen fit to send him another mate after centuries of being alone. He just needed to be brave enough to accept their gift. He knew what he had to do.

Looking deep inside himself, Marcus tapped into the glowing bond ribbon that connected him to Y/n and mentally gave it a little tug. He felt the line start to heat up as it tried to reach out and connect to Y/n, and it was this warm feeling he followed directly to her location. Once again he found her sitting serenely in the garden, watching the honey bees this time instead of her phone.

“Y/n,” he spoke her name quietly, smiling widely as she turned her beautiful claret-colored eyes to him. “I have been looking for you.”

“You have?” She asked tentatively.

“Yes. I wished to speak with you more about those videos you mentioned earlier.” Y/n looked down at her shoes in apparent embarrassment.

“Oh... You did? Of course. Did you… did you watch one?”

He sat down next to her on the stone bench and, with a gentle hand under her chin, raised her eyes to meet his again. “Yes, Y/n, I did.” He spoke quietly and chose his next words carefully. “I found the concept to be fascinating, and I can see why they might appeal to you.”

“You can?” She asked timidly. He could tell he was making her nervous and slowly moved his hand away from her face.

“Yes. It made me wonder… if you ever thought about attempting the challenge?”

“If I… yes.” She whispered. “I think about it a lot.” She closed her eyes to disguise the discomfiture of her confession.

He took an unnecessary deep breath before continuing his inquiry. “Have you ever thought about attempting the challenge with me?”

Y/n’s eyes popped open wide at his question. “With YOU?!?” She squeaked.

His heart sank when he saw her shocked expression. Had he misjudged the entire situation? “Please,” he begged. “Forget I asked. I am sorry… I crossed a line and I should not have asked. I thought… well, it’s not important what I thought. I hope you can forgive me. I’ll just go and leave you in peace. Please, I hope you do not feel as though you need to leave the castle because of my foolishness. This is your home, and you are welcome to stay. I won’t bother you again.” He stood to leave, cursing his idiocy.

“Marcus,” she called, reaching for his hand, attempting to pull him out of his self-flagellation. “Please don’t leave, and please don’t be sorry! You just caught me off guard. I thought I was doing a better job hiding my feelings for you. I didn’t know you were aware of my feelings, so your question surprised me, that’s all! I do think about you when I watch those videos. I just had no idea how you would react if I tried that with you!” She squeezed his hand lightly and rose to her feet in front of him; the sultry look on her face making her intentions clear. “Do you want me to play the song?” She asked cheekily.

He laughed, moving his hands to her waist. “No, Y/n, I don’t think we need the song. I just need to know that you really, truly want this.”

“I do, Marcus.” She replied, rising to her tiptoes to throw her arms around his neck. “Please kiss me.”

In an instant, Marcus tilted his head down and kissed Y/n with utmost tenderness. Fireworks flared behind his eyes and even though they had agreed they didn’t need it, he could still hear that ridiculous song playing in his head. Their bond tie blossomed as the kiss deepened and Y/n fully accepted Marcus as her mate. It was a magical moment, and Marcus would forever be glad it wasn’t the result of some silly internet video.

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Two days later, Marcus found himself in a familiar predicament. He could hear that damned song playing over and over and over again, and it was giving him a headache. Can vampires even get headaches? Yes, he confirmed, from that stupid song! He knew it wasn’t Y/n this time. She was out of the castle at the moment, so who was the culprit? An hour of fruitless searching finally lead him to Aro’s office, and he immediately knew something was up. He quickly stepped into the room and found his two brothers and their lovely wives gathered together, looking intently at something on Aro’s phone. They were laughing and smiling and as soon as the song ended, a quick movement from Aro had it playing all over again.

“What is going on in here?” Marcus demanded. “That song is making me crazy! Can you please stop playing those videos? I can’t take it anymore today.”

“Oh Marcus!” Simpered Sulpicia, dabbing away her venom laced tears with a dainty handkerchief. “It’s just so romantic! We’re so happy for you, aren’t we, Dora?”

“So happy!” His other sister exclaimed, motioning for Aro to play the video again.

“Happy for me…?” He questioned. “What are you all looking at?” His voice was tinged with frustration as he lunged to snatch Aro’s phone away. Marcus groaned as he looked closely at the screen. There he was, large as life, kissing his best friend and mate in the castle’s private garden. Someone had filmed them and posted the video on TikTok, probably Aro, Marcus pouted, hitting replay yet again and taking a closer look.

He looked happy, and Y/n looked absolutely radiant. Maybe having their special moment recorded wasn’t such a bad thing. Marcus quickly sent the video to himself and smiled as he handed Aro back the phone. “Thank you for that, Aro.” Marcus snarked at his brother. “I’m sure Y/n will appreciate your efforts as well.”

“Oh, it was no trouble at all!” Aro demurred. “You wanted to be part of the digital world, and now you are!”

Marcus rolled his eyes at his brother’s obvious glee. “Right. And you do know they say things on the internet live forever, don’t you?”

“Yes, well, so will you. So…” Aro shrugged, replaying the video once more, much to the delight of the rest of his family and Marcus’s annoyance.

“Can you just turn down the volume or something?” Marcus begged. “That damned song…”

A saccharine coo from Sulpicia was the only response Marcus received before the song started up again, forcing Marcus to flee the room. He ran as far and as fast as he could from the castle, allowing the warmth and vibration of his bond to Y/n to lead him to her location in the village.

It wasn’t until he reached the gates of the castle that he realized he was humming that infernal song to himself. He took a second to really think about the lyrics and decided electric was actually the perfect word to describe his bond to Y/n and the way it felt to love her. Maybe he could start to like that song after all.

Maybe not.

Baby you’re like lightning in a bottle

I can’t let you go now that I’ve got it

And all I need is to be struck

By your electric love…

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Multiverse Masterlist

Out of thegoldfishbowl and into the Multiverse

Bridgerton

Smut Alphabet Lord Alfred Debling

Little Moments intro

Little Moments pt. 1 - Lord Debling/Reader

Little Moments: First Meeting - Lord Debling/Reader

Little Moments: First Dance - Lord Debling/Reader Little Moments: First Call - Lord Debling/Reader

Twilight

Left Behind - (Marcus/Reader)

Rescued - (Marcus/Reader)

Detention - (Marcus/Reader)

First Date - (Marcus/Reader)

Lightning - (Marcus/Reader)

Other

Mrs.Blum - Roland Blum (The Good Fight)

Eyes On Me - William Boldwood (Far From the Madding Crowd)

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Little Moments - The First Dance

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The first time Alfred asked Miss Y/N to dance, she told him no. She didn’t mean to; it just sort of happened.

The evening had been splendid up until that point. They talked and laughed, and Alfred never once mentioned anything when Miss Y/N would trip over her own gown while they were walking about the room or when she would inadvertently bump into things because she was looking at him and not where she was going. He found her charmingly sweet and wanted nothing more than to lift her feet off the ground permanently to help her avoid any future mishaps. He would do it too, if she asked it of him.

Miss L/N was very smart and had read nearly every book he referenced in their discussion about birds and the Great Auk. She was also well-educated on the flora and fauna in their area, houseplants included, and more than once requested they pause their walking to observe some small leaf or bud found around Lady Danbury’s ballroom. Fortunately, there were no more mishaps with the giant potted ferns she seemed to love so much.

Alfred was utterly enchanted by her. He had some reservations initially when Lady Danbury delivered her warning about the girl’s sense of humor, but having heard a number of Miss Y/N’s quips and puns now, he knew there was nothing to fear. She simply loved life and took delight in calling attention to its idiosyncrasies. Truthfully, Alfred couldn’t remember a time when he laughed so much or felt so at ease in the company of another person.

Lord Debling decided he wanted to know everything about Miss L/N and to have her know everything about him. He asked her question after question, offering his own answers for hers, and quickly learned Miss L/N was uniquely beautiful both inside and out. He resolved within an hour’s time together that he wanted to pay her a call in her home as soon as it was acceptable and would court her formally if she (and her brother) would allow it. That was a task for tomorrow, though, and tonight he would enjoy her company to the fullest: walking, talking, and perhaps dancing. He had yet to ask about the latter.

“Miss L/N, you are a delight!” Alfred told her, laughing heartily at her stories about messy mud pies and other experiments in the garden. “You sound like you were a precious child.”

“Precious, perhaps. Precocious, definitely! I was lucky my mama and papa had a sense of humor.” She giggled.

“Lucky, indeed. Thank you for sharing your stories with me, Miss L/N. It has been a most enchanting discussion.”

“It was my pleasure, sir. Thank you for listening and for telling me about your expedition. It was a wonderful way to spend the evening.”

“Well, I’m happy to say the evening is not over just yet,” he said with a smile. “Would you allow me the honor of a dance before you go?”

Miss Y/N’s eyes went wide at his request, and her expression was one of shock. “NO!” She exclaimed loudly and immediately slapped both of her hands over her mouth as if to stop any more words from escaping. “I am sorry, my lord.” She mumbled from behind her hands, eyes quickly scanning the surrounding area, hoping no one heard her shout.

Alfred was crushed but managed to school his features so as not to show his dismay. “No, it is I who should be sorry, Miss L/N.” Alfred apologized gently. “I should not have been so forward. I hope you can forgive the error.”

“Oh no.” She muttered to herself. “What have I done?” Hot tears fell from her eyes as she looked down at her feet in shame for the second time that night. “Lord Debling, sir, I… I am so…” Her voice cracked with dismay.

“Shhh.” He soothed her tenderly, discreetly passing her his handkerchief to dry her tears. “No tears, my lady. No damage has been done. We do not have to dance if you do not wish to.” He gave her a kind smile, hoping it would help to calm her.

“It is just… no one has ever asked me to dance before, and for good reason!” She sniffed a little as she dabbed the cloth on her cheeks and under her eyes to clear away her tears. “I cannot walk in a straight line most days without causing injury to myself or others, and my dancing is worse! My mama has even said my future husband will need to invest in wooden shoes to avoid having his toes broken by my clumsiness. I am sorry, Lord Debling, I do not wish to hurt you!”

He smiled again and stifled a laugh. “Miss L/N, please do not worry about me or my toes. I am made of sterner stuff and do not injure very easily. If you truly did wish to dance this evening, I know how we can do so without incident. Do you trust me?”

She nodded, sniffing again as she raised her shining eyes to his. “I do, Lord Debling, and I should love to dance with you.”

“Splendid!” He exclaimed happily, offering her his arm again and quickly leading them to a quiet, less-occupied portion of the dance floor. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, letting out a small squeak of surprise when Lord Debling lifted her off the floor slightly and rested her tiny feet on top of his own. She looked at him questioningly for a moment before an enormous smile came upon her face.

“Now hold on to my shoulder tightly, Miss L/N. I will not let you fall.” He moved his own hands into position and held her with just a little bit more strength than would normally be polite, watching her closely for any objection. As the music began, he lifted his foot and effortlessly moved them both in the elegant steps of a waltz. Her lovely gown was just long enough to hide their little secret.

Her smile was radiant as the song went on, and her happy giggles filled him with pride, knowing he was responsible for her joy. It was easily the best dance he had ever taken part in, and he could not wait to do it again. He told her as much, cheeks heated with bashfulness, and vowed to fill her dance card every chance he had, or better yet, to steal it away completely so no one else could take a single spot.

Lord Debling meant every word of his promise to Miss L/N and realized he had inadvertently fulfilled another. He had vowed the young lady’s feet would not need to touch the ground when he was around, and already he was making it so.

His toes didn’t hurt a bit.

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Little Moments - The First Meeting

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The moment Alfred met Miss Y/N L/N was not one he would easily forget. He was taking a turn around the room with the formidable Lady Danbury, listening with great amusement to her tales of intrigue and misbehavior within the ton. He had always liked Lady Danbury and was grateful for her friendship and guidance on the marriage mart. To his relief, she never made reference to any of his last season’s foibles and was ever encouraging on the new season’s prospects.

“Lady Arnold has returned this season,” she said quietly as they passed a large group of partygoers. “And is looking for a husband from what I hear. Have you met the lady?”

“I have, Lady Danbury. She is very kind and quick-witted. She will make a wonderful wife for someone.”

“But not for you?” She quipped, casting a discerning eye on him.

“No. Not for me.” He whispered, more to himself than for her. Lady Danbury gave a quick nod of understanding.

“Miss Cowper is still looking to marry too, you know. You were quite friendly with her last year, were you not?” She teased.

He hummed his assent, choosing to say no more. Whenever he tried to paint an image of his future wife in his mind, Alfred always knew she might be someone spirited and maybe a little bit sassy, but he knew for sure she would not be someone mean. Miss Cowper fell firmly into that category in his opinion, and perhaps Miss Featherington’s foray into Lady Whistledown had put her firmly there as well. No matter, he decided. That was the past.

Lady Danbury, taking notice of her companion’s sudden silence, took a moment to consider any other debutantes in her acquaintance who might be a match for him. She snickered puckishly to herself when a name finally popped into mind. It was a risk, she thought, a big one, but one that might just be worth it.

“Lord Debling,” she began with a smile, “have you been introduced to Miss Y/N L/N yet? Her father was the late Viscount L/N.”

He looked at her then, detecting a teasing lilt in her voice. Whatever she knew about this young lady must tickle her greatly. “I have not,” he replied cautiously. “Might you do the honor this evening?”

“I shall! Let us find her now. I believe I see her in the corner over there.” Lady Danbury nodded her head in the direction of the far left, and sure enough, standing in the corner, gently stroking the leaves of a rather large potted plant, stood the most beautiful woman Alfred had ever seen.

He choked out a noise that might have been a yes before quietly clearing his throat and trying again. “I believe we can be there momentarily, my lady. Lead on, please.”

Lady Danbury gave him a knowing smile, reaffirming her grip on his arm and tugging him onward. “Alfred, I will warn you before we arrive, Miss L/N is… somewhat unusual compared to other ladies in your acquaintance. She has an odd sense of humor, to say the least, and has a knack for saying or doing the most inappropriate things at the most inopportune times. This is her third and possibly last season, which may actually be a blessing in disguise. You will need to take care with her.” He gave her a wary glance but said nothing. “Do not misunderstand me, sir, a sweeter lady you will never find… just be warned.”

Lord Debling chuckled and patted Lady Danbury’s hand softly. He puffed out his chest comically and replied to her with a grin. “As you know, Agatha,” he kindly referred to his friend by her first name, “I myself am considered unusual to most. Perhaps she is a kindred spirit. Besides, I am very brave!” He teased. “And I can handle anything you throw at me.”

Lady Danbury laughed loudly at his boyish antics, something he had been missing for a long time. “Be sure to keep that sense of humor handy, my lord. It will serve you well, I guarantee it.”

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A moment later they had approached the young lady’s hiding spot and Agatha called out to her immediately. “Miss L/N! I have been looking everywhere for you!”

Startled by the loud greeting, the girl let out a high pitched EEP! and she turned around so quickly to greet her friend that she nearly upended the giant houseplant beside her. “Lady Danbury!” She exclaimed, doing her best to stop the plant from falling over. “I did not see you there!”

Alfred’s eyes went wide as he too reached out to steady the plant. He was beginning to understand Agatha’s warning already.

“So it would seem,” Lady Danbury replied dryly. “If you have a moment I’d like you to meet someone.”

“Of course, Lady Danbury. I was just admiring your plants. They are quite lovely, you know.”

“Yes, I’m sure they are, Miss L/N. May I please introduce you to my friend here? Miss Y/N L/N, this is my dear friend Lord Alfred Debling.”

“Lord Debling?” The girl exclaimed. “The Ornithologist?!” She started vibrating with excitement and nearly toppled over in her attempt to curtsy to him in greeting. “It’s such an honor to meet you, sir! Please, you must tell me everything about your expedition for the Great Auk!”

Alfred was struck momentarily silent. This beautiful, albeit clumsy, young woman knew his name? Knew about his passion for the Auk? How could this be? He looked at Agatha helplessly, not knowing how to respond. Thankfully, she took pity on him.

“Yes, Miss L/N. The Ornithologist. You’ve been reading your brother’s papers again, haven’t you?” She teased.

Miss L/N looked down in embarrassment. “Only if he allows it, Lady Danbury. And never in public, of course!” Her cheeks had turned a flaming red, and Alfred thought he saw tears forming in her eyes. That would not do. Snapping out of his inner thoughts immediately, Alfred bent into a regal bow, trying to catch the young lady’s downcast eyes as he stood tall again.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss L/N,” he said smoothly. “I would love to tell you about the voyage if you have the time. There are so many details the papers leave out.” He smiled gently at her, hoping to calm her discomfiture. His heart swelled when her eyes finally lifted to meet his, and she gave a shy smile.

“That would be wonderful, my lord,” she said quietly, taking a bolstering breath. “Thank you.”

He moved closer to her and lifted his arm, offering silently to escort her around the room, quickly forgetting all about his mischievous friend Lady Danbury. Agatha didn’t mind though. She smiled happily as the couple walked away, hoping Lord Debling had finally met his match. She heard their departing voices as she looked for someone new to bother, and shook her head at their ridiculous words.

“You know what they say about the study of Ornithology, do you not, Lord Debling?”

“No, Miss L/N. What is that?”

“It is for the birds!”

Their peals of laughter followed them out of the room, and Lady Danbury knew for certain she had found the right debutante for her friend. She wished him luck; he would need it!

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Little Moments

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The moment Alfred Debling stepped into his first ballroom in his second Mayfair season, he knew things were going to be different. He was older, slower, and, of course, smarter than he had been last year, and the lessons he carried with him served as a great warning to be more careful this go-round.

He didn’t harbor any hard feelings toward Ms. Featherington, nee Bridgerton, not really, or toward her new husband, but in truth, Alfred was in no hurry to see them again. Not after the way things ended. He berated himself for months after exiting the last season. He had been too cavalier in his attitude toward taking a wife, too much in a hurry to look for a deeper connection where there was none, and too blind to see the truth when it was staring him in the face. He would not make the same mistakes twice.

After that awkward night, he returned to his family home in the North, prepared to forget the entire event and move on to better things. However, things did not get better for Alfred for quite some time. A few scant days after returning, a fall from his horse during his daily ride left him immobilized with a broken leg for several long months. Sadly, he was forced to abandon his long-awaited research expedition and all hopes of seeing the Great Auk up close. Being relegated to a mere financial sponsor for the voyage was another devastating blow to Alfred’s ego, but one that ultimately helped to put things into perspective.

He was a man of title and privilege, responsible for vast amounts of land and tenants, and though he longed for adventure and discovery, he had duties he must see to. He needed to grow his holdings and ensure the safety of those around him, part of which meant he needed to marry and continue his lineage. He couldn’t do that by leaving a bride at home alone for 3 years, and when he really thought about it, he didn’t want to. He wanted to find love and companionship and to build a life with someone.

When his leg had finally healed and an invitation was received for Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season, he knew it was time to return. He could only hope his luck was changing.

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I’m starting a small series here in the next few days featuring Lord Alfred Debling x reader. Each entry will focus on one brief moment of time from meeting to marriage. If you have any suggestions of moments you’d like to see, please leave them here or message me!

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Kate: I hate you.

Anthony, in his head: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, 300k.

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Baldwin De Clairmont (A Discovery of Witches) - Extra

The first few weeks are challenging. You do your best to follow every instruction Diana gives.

“You can’t force it.”

Your hands drop and the little glow at the center of your palm disappears. You sulk, dropping into the chair.

“This is hopeless. I can’t do it.The more I try to control the harder it becomes.”

“That’s because you aren’t trying to control it, you’re trying to stifle it. You’re afraid to draw too much, so you’re pulling very little.”

Diana flicks her wrist, and the very same flame that had ignited in the room earlier is back. Except this time it looks more centered than your own. Her palms close, and all at once it’s gone.

“I was just like you. I rarely used my powers at the very beginning. I thought life was better without them. But now I have something I’d like to protect.”

Her eyes drift to the back, possibly thinking of the nursery. You send a smile.

“Your children are beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

You’re both seated now.

“When I met Baldwin I thought they were his kids. He just looked so domesticated and happy. I haven’t really ever seen him smile other than when he’s with Rebecca and Phillip.”

“Maybe he hasn’t found a reason to smile yet.”

You ponder on that.

“So..he’s not seeing anyone?”

Diana has a big smile.

“Who’s asking?”

You’re a bit embarrassed now.

“Am I being that obvious?” You flush.

“It’s endearing. Have you told him?” You shake your head aggressively.

“Of course not. I don’t think he’s very interested. He doesn’t seem like the type. “

Diana nods in understanding.

“It’s been my experience that the De Clairmont men have a harder time admitting their feelings. Give it time. I’m sure when you’re both ready, the opportunity will present itself. “

“I guess so.”

You had just as much experience in magic as you did relationships.

Maybe time really was the key for both of the mysteries in your life.

~~~

“Don’t forget the assignment due on friday. Be daring, step out of your comfort zone.”

With those words the class ends and your gaze diverts to your slides. It was easier to teach about ethics and making willful decisions than actually implementing it into your life. There’s a hollow knock at the entrance and you lift your head. The familiar tailored suit is the first thing you see.

“Baldwin, what brings you to this part of Oxford. Spotted another witch?” You poke fun at him. When he gets closer you notice the bag in his hand.

“I brought a peace offering of sorts. In our first meeting I was rather rude. I hope this can suffice as a reasonable apology.” He holds out the paper bag, and you take it. When you reach in, there is a single rose laying on the container of food prepared.

“My mother is quite the cook. She insisted that I prepare her recipe specifically for this occasion. A sincere apology. Very hard to come by, especially from a De Clairmont. “

To your surprise, he smiles. You can’t stop the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you..really. This is very sweet.” Your heart is racing, and you know it’s too much to hope that he doesn’t hear.

“My pleasure.”

You place the container on your desk, lifting the rose. Inhaling softly, you smile.

He’s so charming that it should be a crime. Your eyes raise, a bit startled that his eyes haven’t truly left your form since he entered. He’s close enough that you get a good whiff of his cologne. It is alarming how tempted you are to close the distance just to get a better smell of him. You’ve known this man no longer than a few weeks.

“I’m assuming you have more classes to attend to, so I will not take up any more of your time.” He takes one step back.

“Enjoy your lunch.”

With a soft bow, he moves away, turning on his heel. There’s not much you can say. So you watch his confident stride as he leaves.

~~

Baldwin’s trip to Matthew’s home was usually due to his relief that his visits were no longer due to some conflict. Another was well..more personal.

“Can you say uncle Rebecca.” Baldwin bounced the infant in his arms with a smile. Trying to pull the words out of the child’s lips.

“Come on dear, say uncle.”

“Still trying to get my daughter to pick a favorite, brother.”

Matthew raised a brow and Diana couldn’t stop the little laugh that left her at the way Baldwin tried to play it off as if he hadn’t been caught red handed.

“I’m certain she loves me more.” He claimed with his head held high.

“Un..ca..”

They all paused at the little murmurs, and Rebecca smiled, her two front teeth peeking out.

“Unca!”

Baldwin’s eyes lit up brighter than a star as he jumped to his feet with a cheer.

“Yes! I’m your uncle, good job Rebecca!”

His praises made her continue to giggle cutely and Matthew couldn’t stop the smile at how elated his brother was. He’d always hoped that he could regain his family to the unity he knew he could have. Seeing Baldwin so unapologetically happy was more than he could ask for. Diana rushed to Rebecca’s side, pressing little kisses to the girl’s face as Baldwin continued to celebrate, like an adult of course.

Jack walked in just then with Phillip in his hands.

“Father, you won’t believe what happened. Phillip, he said my name!”

Jack was wearing a similar expression as Baldwin, and Matthew couldn’t help it. He released a loud laugh that his wife shared with him.

“It seems our children have found their first admirers. “ Matthew chuckled.

One thing he knew for sure, these children were protected.

~~

This particular afternoon Diana insisted that you do something stress relieving. Not the usual learning spells or harnessing flames in the kitchen. So as you sat on the roof of your house, your eyes directed at the stars. The vibration of your phone is what pulled you attention. You looked down, smiling at the message.

“Diana told me you’re resting today. Would you like some company?”

Your pulse increased just a little at the suggestion of an invitation.

“I would like that.”

You copied your address, sending the link to him.

The fluttering of clothing in the wind makes you look down. To your surprise, there he stood. Wearing a loose sweater and jeans. It was a little weird seeing him without a suit. For a moment you just stare. Because who knows how long until you’ll see him so relaxed.

“Aren’t you going to invite me up?”

You blink.

“Y-Yes of course!” You scramble to your feet, accidentally missing a step. You jolt when your feet skid down the side.

“(Y/N)!!”

You shut your eyes in a panic. All you hear is the swishing of the wind as you’re caught.

“(Y/N)…”

You haven’t crashed, so you can only assume that Baldwin just saved you. He’s holding your bridal style, and you finally open your eyes. You’re in awe, because his feet aren’t on the floor like you expected. Both of your feet are hovering above the ground. You’re at the right level with your roof. If you moved a bit closer, you could probably jump back on. Baldwin’s eyes follow you as your bodies begin to drift slowly to the ground. His feet touch the dirt, and he lets you down slowly. You look around, the small sparks of light fading as if they weren’t even there.

“Did I..do that?”

“I assure you it wasn’t me.”

You can hardly believe it.

“It appears you have more control than you initially thought. Well done.”

He’s wearing that smile again, but this time it’s amplified. Because it’s doubled with pride. You’re still somewhat holding onto him.

“Thank you for..catching me..”

“My pleasure. In the future I insist that you be more careful.”

He pushes a stray lock back, and you let out a soft breath. This time, you know that it’s impossible to calm your heart down. The way his eyes now bore into your own, it’s driving you a bit crazy.

“Your heart is racing.”

He murmurs.

You swallow.

“W-What do you expect?”

He shifts, leaning a bit closer. This time, his hand moves to your cheek. His gaze falters. Because he can’t resist looking at your parted lips. They’re so inviting. Alluring. He slowly moves in. The suspense nearly makes you hold your breath. Your eyes lowering in anticipation, but before they can fully connect, he pulls back. His eyes move to your hand that’s gripping his sweater, and he takes notice of the slight shake in your palm. He moves back.

“I..I apologize.”

You’re confused by his words. He’s no longer within your reach. You can see what appears to be shame.

“Baldwin you-”

He gulps, rushing off. He’s gone before you can say much more, and you’re just left standing there.

~~

For the days that follow, you don’t see him. You’re a bit scared to go to Diana’s, because you aren’t sure you can deal with running into him there without it being awkward. So you make excuses about adjustments to your schedule. It’s apparently working, because Diana never pressed. You feel like a coward. Why couldn’t you just talk to him like an adult. Maybe it’s because whenever you close your eyes, you see that guilt.

He really thought he’d done something wrong.

That’s what made it worse. There’s a good chance that he’s still thinking that his actions were unwanted. It makes your chest hurt.

So you can only imagine how he feels.

“Is there a reason you are hiding out here?”

Matthew’s voice startles you.

“M-Matthew.”

You shuffle, reaching to start packing your items from the desk. Unconsciously your eyes move to the door. He sees the hope in your eyes, recognizes it. Matthew’s mind drifts back to the conversation he’d recently had with his brother.

“Did she say that she was frightened?”

“She didn’t have to Matthew, I could see it. Her hands were shaking.”

“Is it possible that she was merely nervous? From what Diana has told me, fear seems out of the question. “

Baldwin halts his pacing.

“What exactly did Diana say to you?”

He hadn’t meant to disclose that particular information.

“It doesn’t matter what she said. Why not just talk to her?”

Baldwin looked about ready to pace again.

“There’s no use, I was reckless. She’s barely even learned how to use her magic. Am I not just taking advantage of her kindness. I should not have gotten involved.”

“We both know that was never an option.”

Baldwin’s attention is now fixed on him.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her brother. What you desire from her is much more than friendship. You yearn for her, crave her. The same way I have always been taken with Diana.”

Baldwin’s hand clenched. Sometimes it was annoying the way he was always able to read his emotions.

“What is it with us witches that keep putting you Clairmont’s under a spell.”

Diana walked out from behind the hallway, moving to Matthew’s side. Baldwin felt a bit bashful that not only did his brother know of his affections for the woman, but now so did Diana.

“I cannot stop thinking about her. “ He admitted helplessly.

She could clearly see the last couple of days had not been easy. Especially juggling the assumption that the one he cared for so deeply was afraid of him. Diana merely gave a smile.

“Then tell her how you feel. “ She urged.

“The rest will work itself out.”.

That’s what he’d said. Now that Matthew was standing in front of you, it was so obvious to him. Had you been scared, there would have been more panic. Not this flustered reaction. He could see anticipation, longing as you hoped that Baldwin would just waltz in. On cue, the very man stepped forward from behind the door. You halted your actions, and Matthew gave a nod.

“I will leave you to it.”

His steps grew further away, and when you heard the door close, you forced yourself to calm down. Baldwin closed his eyes, tilting his head to the right. The thumping of your heart brought a smile to his face. He’d heard enough beats to differentiate between panic and excitement.

“Are you that happy to see me?”

Your eyes sprung open as if you just realized that he could in fact hear your heart running a mile a minute. Fidgeting, you do your best to get everything at a reasonable level. Baldwin only stopped when he was standing on the same platform. He was closer, yet still at a distance.

“I came to apologize for what happened. I should not have been so impulsive. I never intended to make you uncomfortable.”

So your suspicions were correct.

“Why..why did you think I was uncomfortable?”

“Your hands, they were trembling. I just assumed that you were-”

“Scared.”

You can’t imagine being afraid of him. Not anymore.

“I was just a little nervous.” You confess.

“I-If I’m being honest I’ve always been a bit cautious in relationships. Not everyone is willing to accept that they might be dating a witch. When I found out I guess I kept at a distance. I was always scared I’d become like my mother so I figured it was better to save someone the trouble.” You wring your hands self consciously.

“But then you and Diana showed up. For the first time in a long time I was hopeful. For my magic and..”

Baldwin is unconsciously getting closer.

“For you..”

Those are the words that get to him.

“So you don’t fear me?” It sounds like he needs to reassure himself.

“Well I mean you do frown a lot. You’ll get wrinkles, immortal or not.” You smile at his unimpressed look at the little jab.

“But no, I’m not afraid of you. You just make me a little nervous. Especially when you look at me like that.”

Like you’re someone he’s infatuated with.

“Would it be okay if I were to..”

You nod eagerly.

“Yes.”

He moves quicker than you expect, and you squeak when his lips are pressed to your own. His hand immediately finds purchase in your hair. You moan at how demanding this kiss is. Like he’s being starved of it. He takes a step forward and you move with him, hand flattening on your desk behind. Baldwin reaches for your thighs, hoisting you unto the desk. He doesn’t part to get a breath. No, the adjusted position has given him better access.

He’s standing between your legs, and you grip at his coat, trying to push it off his shoulders. He’s happy to oblige. It’s off in seconds, and your fingers dig into the shirt. Baldwin tilts his head, and you open your mouth to get a better taste of him. He inhales, and you release another moan when he pushes off the items on your desk to give you some space. You lie back, and he climbs on top.

The sound of something hitting the floor from afar is what makes you both pull away.

Standing inside your classroom now is one of your students. He looks a bit shocked. That shock changes quickly.

“Yeah Ms. K get it!!” He cheers. Your face is every shade of red.

“J-Jonathan wait!”

“Don’t let me stop you, see you tomorrow!” He’s gone, slamming the door.

Your eyes move back to Baldwin who’s panting, hair disheveled.

“My..apologies..”

You bite your lip, pulling him back in for a kiss. He groans, pressing his palm to the desk as he returns it with just as much need.

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sincerity & sonnets

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pairing: anthony bridgerton x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: anthony bridgerton is blessed with many things-a warm, loving family, a well-funded lifestyle as a viscount, a beautiful wife. more notably, he is cursed with a short fuse and a sharp tongue, which might lead to his demise.

(based off of this request! to the anon who requested, I sort of wrote the argument as more of a sharp remark, but i hope it is still angsty enough for your liking! <3)

warnings: angsty->fluffy, no other warnings

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As Anthony sat at his desk, scribbling away at his numerous piles of papers stacked in front of him, he noted the unusual quietness that had fallen on his study. He first thought that he had shut the door, but one quick look at the doorway contradicted his beliefs. Anthony's eyebrows furrowed in confusion-his home was never quiet.

Between his own family, and the families of his four sisters and three brothers, his home was full of life: laughter bounding off the walls, his wife and sisters' voices chatting over tea, the stampeding footfalls of his hoard of nieces and nephews assured his ears would never grow accustomed to utter silence. Even in the rare occurrence that the house was empty save for Anthony and his beloved wife, he'd often hear her humming to herself as she attended to her own business in their home, or she would join him in his study, writing her own correspondences at the smaller desk next to his own. Which is why, now, as he sat at his desk this afternoon, the silence stunned him. Anthony frowned, lifting his pocket watch to assure himself he was not entirely losing his mind. As the gold clock stared back at him, the small hand signaled it was midday.

He chuckled to himself, his wife must have chosen to sleep in entirely too long. Y/N was a chronic night owl, often keeping Anthony awake with her bedside chatter and comments on the appearance of the night sky through the window that faced their bed. Anthony would indulge her, but would still wake before the sun. His wife, however, would not budge for several more hours. He grinned and pocketed his watch, pushing himself up from his chair to wake his sleeping beauty of a wife.

Anthony bounded up the stairs two at a time, nodding curtly at any house staff before reaching their shared bedchambers. His dark eyes peer into the empty bedroom-his wife certainly was not here. He noted the dutifully made bed, the open curtains allowing the sunlight in, and, most importantly, his wife's absence. Anthony shook his head briefly before dashing back down the stairs, nearly stumbling into one of his wife's handmaidens.

"Pardon me," he addresses the woman with a sigh, a bit breathless from the unexpected goose chase his wife has taken him on. "Do you know the whereabouts of my wife?"

The younger maid looks at Anthony almost confused, but quickly takes on a professional tone:

"The Viscountess is reading in the garden, she's only just gotten back from tea with the Dowager Viscountess and the Duchess."

Anthony nodded in thanks, hastily departing for their expansive garden, his mind racing. Seeing his wife was an afternoon ritual-she would come bounding into his study after tea with his mother and respective sisters, spouting off all of the new ladies' gossip as he listened intently, all while pretending he was entirely disinterested. He enjoyed seeing her eyes grow wide with the shock of scandal, or her smile at a sweet interaction she witnessed at the park. If you were to ask Anthony Bridgerton, there was no sight more splendid than his wife in all of her extraordinary, everyday beauty. Not that he would admit that aloud, at least not to anyone but her.

Frankly, he was missing her presence today more than he cared to admit. He spotted Y/N almost instantly, her periwinkle gown shining in the sun. She sat in a chair politely under a shady tree, the book on her lap seemingly forgotten. Her expressive eyes locked onto the treeline in the distance, her face solemn. Anthony's heart seemed to fall in his chest, the sinking realization of why his home had been so soundless for the entirety of the day. His chest felt tight as he thought of his actions last night...

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It had been a very, very long day for Anthony. With Francesca's upcoming debut to society, his mother had been harping on Anthony for nearly a fortnight about every minute detail. His patience for his mother was infinite, but sometimes she did manage to test its limits. Atop this hurdle was the never ending stacks of paperwork littering his desk, waiting to be looked over and signed off by his barely legible scrawl. He had neglected to write Colin back for weeks-his younger brother writing about his travels in Greece. The house staff had been in and out of his study all day, the incessant knocking severing his nerves. The heavy weight of life as a viscount was falling on Anthony, making him irritable and exhausted. His dear wife had settled his discomfort around lunch, bringing his nearly-cold meal into his study to make sure he ate. She had left him with a chaste kiss and a better mood, but Anthony had returned to her worse for wear.

Dinner in their large dining room had felt unnaturally dreary, only the sound of utensils clanking against china plates filling the air, only to be stifled by his wife's chatter. Normally, Anthony would've listened attentively, enjoying hearing about trips to the modiste or how Portia Featherington had driven his wife to near madness. Today, however, her voice had him pressing his nails into his palms to aid his irritation. He sipped his wine and shuffled his food on his plate to avoid making eye contact, he would not want her to see the frustration lingering in his eyes.

"Eloise was completely beside herself, I had never seen her so embarrassed! Madame Delacroix-"

"Must you talk so incessantly?!" Anthony's voice spat out in a low growl, dripping with fierce vexation.

Y/N's eyes grew wide, looking at her husband as if he had sprouted an extra arm and slapped her with it. She said nothing, only cowering in on herself, staring down at her lap as she fidgets with her hands. After several moments of Anthony's intense silence, she lifts a shaky hand and wipes the tears forming in her eyes as she hastily made her way out of the room, attempting to put as much distance between her and Anthony as possible.

Anthony followed suit moments later, feeling angry at himself as he slammed the door of his study shut, falling asleep at his desk hours later. Y/N had slept on her side of a bed far too large for one, her eyes tender and cheeks splotchy, her mind racing. Did she truly talk too much? Had he been annoyed by her daily talks for all these months? Her mind weaved small details into a full blown breakdown, and she quickly settled on being Anthony's perfect, quiet wife as she caved to her drowsiness.

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The wind blew his wife's curls against her shoulder as Anthony approached her in the backyard, her back still facing him. He wasn't sure she had even heard him approach, her eyes still focused on the landscape sprawled before them. Anthony shuffles nervously, his hands behind him as he stands at her side, only the wind and birds chirping aiding the suffocating silence.

"Splendid weather we're having," Anthony's voice finally spoke, awkward and fumbling into casual conversation as he sank into the chair across from him. Y/N said nothing, only blinking in the same direction she had been staring at the entire time. Anthony nodded, mostly to himself, resigning himself to her silence, it was what he deserved at the moment.

After several moments of dead silence, Y/N turned her attention back to the book perched in her lap, and Anthony sat silently, wanting to spout out his apology in a hurried, bumbling manner, but he knew his wife, she would simply nod and continue reading, allowing herself to stew in prolonged silence.

He rose quietly, leaving with a small kiss landing atop her head-a touch that burned Y/N's skin. She watched Anthony leave out of the corner of her eye, sighing heavily as his presence was back inside their home. She was a myriad of feelings: angry at Anthony for being so blatantly cruel, his words had stung and left her reeling for hours. She was sad, as much as the words had fired her up, they had torn her heart, leaving her chest heavy with dejection. Y/N was nearly bursting at the seams to just apologize-even if it wasn't her who needed to apologize-just so the awkward encounters would come to an end. She wondered if Anthony even felt remorse at all.

In his study, Anthony ran his hands through his hair for the hundredth time, attempting to focus on the business papers in front of him. His efforts were fruitless-all he could think of was the empty look on Y/N's face. He had never seen her this lifeless, like her glow had been snuffed out, and it was entirely his fault. Anthony's mind raced with a million different scenarios of how he would make this up to her, ranging from flowers to begging on hands and knees, but despite his blunders, he knew his lady well. His Viscountess had never been one for showy things or frivolous purchases, she would only want his sincerest apologies. He would do it tonight, over dinner, he decided. He only hoped when the time came, she would at least spare him a glance.

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Hours later, at the dining room table, Anthony found himself sitting in his chair at the head of the table completely alone. The kitchen staff came and left with plates and glasses, but his wife had yet to make an appearance. Anthony's foot tapped against the floor in anxiety, his eyes shooting up to the closest staff member, nearly shouting:

"Where is the Viscountess taking her dinner?"

The head of the kitchen staff looked at Anthony wide-eyed at his outburst, replying politely:

"Viscountess Bridgerton took her dinner in the library tonight."

Anthony said nothing, rising from his seat and walking down the hallway, coming to the door of the library and knocking lightly.

"Come in."

Anthony nearly burst into a fit of tears, happy to hear her voice.

He pushed the door open, Y/N's eyes meeting his before they dropped back down to the open book in her hands. Anthony felt guilt press heavy on his chest. He settled into the plush chair opposite her, separated only by a small end table. Anthony looked over at her, his brown eyes all but practically begging her to say something to him.

"Y/N..." Anthony's voice is small and timid, trying to coax her into at least hearing him out. Y/N's voice came out a whisper, cutting him off.

"I am sorry."

Anthony furrowed his brow, that was certainly not what he was expecting to hear. He looked over at her, her gaze locked on the moonlight coming through the window, her eyes glassy with tears.

"I am sorry I have become a burden, Anthony. I did not realize I irritated you with my ramblings. I thought you wanted to hear of my daily activities. I know my day as a woman is not nearly as riveting as yours as a Viscount, but-"

"My dear, your apologies are not necessary," Anthony's voice dripped with sincerity, his eyes warm as he looked at her, ready to grovel for forgiveness. He stuck his hand out for her to take, which she did. He pulled her towards him softly, his gentle touches coaxing her into his lap. Y/N's eyes grow soft under his gaze, her limbs melting in his strong hold. "I am the one who has been a fool. I look forward to your ramblings, no matter if they hold what you consider to be valuable or not, they brighten my day. I wait most ardently for news of trips to the modiste, or my mother's ramblings over tea-" He pauses, tucking a stray curl back behind her ear, his thumb wiping away the stray tears on her cheeks.

"I don't want you to be silent. Your voice is more pleasant than any other sound," Anthony cuts himself off, sighing, before starting again. "I should not have spoken to you in such a manner. I should not have raised my voice at you. You have my word that it will never happen again, I cannot go another day surrounded by your silence, it is torture."

Y/N smiles slightly at her husband's words, his transgressions forgiven with his sincere words. His face is close enough to hers to brush her nose against his, their lips close enough to meet.

"Are you certain you were not a poet before we met, Lord Bridgerton?" Y/N's voice is a whisper, the moment feeling far too intimate for anything else.

Anthony chuckles as his hand grasps the side of her face lightly, bringing her closer, speaking before he kisses her deeply:

"Only for you, my beloved...you inspire sonnets."

-

[mymultiverse00]

The Belgian Chocolate Affair

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Modern AU, friends to lovers over text

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, sexting, d/s relationship, discussion of spanking and other explicit sexual acts, reference to brats/brat taming.

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Couldn’t resist an Anthony text fic as a companion piece to the Benedict one, as requested by @colettebronte here.

Y/N: Hi, big boss man Y/N: Can I get some investment advice?

AB: No…?

Y/N: Is that any way to treat an old friend?

AB: Fine. What sort of investment advice?

Y/N: So talk to me about Beany Babies….

AB: …It’s 1st April, isn't it?

Y/N: Did your assistant have to tell you that?

AB: I don't have to put up with this from friends. I have 7 siblings for this

Y/N: They are doing the Lord's work

2 weeks later

Y/N: How many NFTs is too many NFTs?

AB: New phone, who dis?

Y/N: HAHA Mr Bridgerton HA FUCKING HA

4 weeks later

Y/N: Boss Man, ketchup or bbq sauce with McDs fries. Discuss

AB: I am a CEO. I am important

Y/N: Listen, I called you Boss Man, what else do you want from me?

AB: For this very important number not to be used for your personal amusement?

Y/N: You don't think fries are important? That's fucked up

AB: Since you spent 6 months living in America, I don't even know you. Who talks like that?

Y/N: Fine. Lord Anthony of the Bridgertons, pray tell me, how should one consume one’s fried potato product? With the sauce of the fine tomato or the sauce of the cue that is barbed? Y/N: Better…?

AB: Sigh. Ketchup. Anything else is disgusting

Y/N: You wouldn't be welcome in Belgium

AB: I’m decidedly neutral about that

Y/N: But… the chocolate. The chocolatesssss 

AB: I’ll buy you a box if you stop texting about this

Y/N: 🤐 

2 days later

Y/N: Awww thank you for the chocolates Y/N: I thought you were kidding 

AB: You stopped, it was owed

Y/N: They are delicious by the way

AB: You started them already?!

Y/N: Yeah…?

AB: They were delivered less than 2 minutes ago

Y/N: And? Don’t judge me Y/N: Wait, how’d you know that?

AB: Cos I ordered them? I got the notification

Y/N: Aww, I just figured you had minions to do that for you Y/N: I’m flattered

AB: How rich do you think I am?

Y/N: Scrooge McDuck level?

AB: I do NOT have a castle filled with cash

Y/N: Shame.  Y/N: Always had a fantasy of frolicking naked on a big pile of money

AB: You have?!

Y/N: Oh yes

5 hours later

AB: Tell me more

Y/N: ??

AB: Frolicking naked 

Y/N: Oh hello Y/N: What are we drinking?

AB: How did you know?

Y/N: You’re a big old flirt when you’re tipsy

AB: I deny it AB: 😉

Y/N: I’m not complaining  Y/N: What do you want to know? Y/N: About the frolicking 

AB: Done it before?

Y/N: Oh yes.  Y/N: At Aubrey Hall even

AB: Excuse me?!? AB: When 

Y/N: I was naked in your lake, Lord B

AB: You have skinny dipped in my lake?!?

Y/N: More than once Y/N: You are welcome to join me next time 😉

AB: I thought I was the flirt when tipsy?

Y/N: Who said I was sober?

AB: I can’t believe I didn’t know about this… 

Y/N: What you don’t know about Bridgerton shenanigans could fill a library

AB: Well that makes me nervous

Y/N: I know who did the mystery damage to your billiards table. And how.

AB: WHAT?! AB: WHO?! AB: …Y/N

Y/N: 🤐

AB: If I send you more chocolate will you tell me?

Y/N: 🤷‍♀️

1 day later 

Y/N: Aww thanks for the chocolates 

AB: Gonna tell me that name?

Y/N: Bribery? Really Anthony, I’m disappointed

AB: Are you really?

Y/N: Meh Y/N: I can’t hear it over the deliciousness of this chocolate Y/N: I’ll throw you a bone Y/N: It wasn’t Daphne 

AB: Yes thanks, even I could’ve guessed that  AB: Colin?

Y/N: No

AB: Really? That was suspect #1 AB: Eloise?

Y/N: Nope

AB: Was it one of my bloody siblings

Y/N: That might require another box of chocolate to divulge 

AB: Wow you’re a better negotiator than Hy AB: Want to come work for me?

Y/N: Will I get a fancy office with a view?

AB: I mean, maybe?

Y/N: I’ll think about it Y/N: Better send the chocolates as an insurance policy

AB: Are you just bribing me of all the chocolate in Belgian now?

Y/N: I’m not the one who shit on their fries

AB: You are so quarrelsome  AB: It’s hmm… troubling 

Y/N: ??

AB: Never you mind

25 days later

AB: Pick a fight with me

Y/N: Excuse me?

AB: You heard me

Y/N: Why do you want to spar with me? Y/N: Wait. Are you tipsy again?

AB: Maybe

Y/N: Ok fine. You want a fight? Y/N: Rugby is boring 

AB: WHAT?!?  AB: That’s going for the jugular 

Y/N: You wanted a fight

AB: I wanted a sparring match AB: Not a declaration of war

Y/N: Oooops

AB: You should be punished for such sacrilege 

Y/N: Oh HELLO Y/N: Yes, please

AB: Wait… really?!

Y/N: What would you do? Y/N: Gonna punish me? 😉

AB: …. I mean maybe?

Y/N: Tell me about it, my lord

AB: You little vixen

Y/N: 😉

AB: What do you want me to do?

Y/N: Call me a naughty girl 🤫

AB: 😯  AB: What else?

Y/N: Spank me a lil bit 🖐

AB: 🥵 AB: Where do you want to be spanked, naughty girl?

Y/N: On my bare bottom, please Y/N: My lord 

AB: You want to lay over my lap?

Y/N: Yes, please

AB: Skirt pulled up around your waist?  AB: Underwear around your knees?

Y/N: Oh god yes

AB: How much spanking do you want, hmm? AB: How many strokes?

Y/N: You tell me. How bad have I been, my lord?

AB: Oh you’ve been a very very bad girl

Y/N: Oh no. Then I’ll just have to stay here until you think I’m a good girl again 🫦 

AB: 10 I think at least

Y/N: Oh will you make me count them for you, my lord?

AB: Yes you’ll have to count  AB: And if you mess up, guess what happens? AB: You have to start again from 1

Y/N: Oh no I missed 3 by accident 🫦  Y/N: You make it so good I forget how to count my lord

AB: Then start again at one my bad girl

Y/N: Yes my lord

AB: Call me now

1 day later

AB: Good morning my dirty girl  AB: Last night was fun 😉

Y/N: Morning my lord Y/N: How can I be of service today 😉 Y/N: You want me on my knees? Hmmm?

AB: God yes  AB: But let’s do this later AB: I’m about to go into a meeting

Y/N: Oh then don’t let me distract you 😉 Y/N: With thoughts of me on my knees Y/N: Dragging my mouth over your trousers Y/N: Maybe my hands are tied behind my back? Y/N: You know what? Yes, they definitely are Y/N: With your necktie Y/N: Oh yes, you feel so good against my face  Y/N: Please unzip for me  Y/N: Please my lord Y/N: I want to taste you Y/N: Mmmm that’s it, yes Y/N: Oh fuck, you are so big Y/N: How are you going to fit in my mouth?

AB: FUCKING CHRIST Y/N AB: I just glanced during this meeting  AB: You made me drop my fucking phone!! AB: FUCKING HELL AB: Do NOT do this again

Y/N: Or what? Y/N: You gonna punish me?

AB: You are a little fucking brat

Y/N: Whatever 

AB: Don’t whatever me, my girl

Y/N: WHATEVER

AB: You little fucking….

Y/N: Spank me

AB: I’m turning my phone off 

Y/N: Fine 😝

30 minutes later

AB: That was… wow AB: You are dangerous  AB: I like that 🥵 AB: Y/N?

1 hour later

AB: Hello?

1 hour later

AB: Y/N AB: ANSWER ME, you little brat

Y/N: Hello, my lord

AB: Oh, that’s how it works, huh?

Y/N: What…? 😇 

AB: Don’t pull that innocent face with me AB: Unless you want me to throw you on this desk rn

Y/N: 😇 

AB: Right that’s it AB: Take off your fucking skirt right now

Y/N: Yes, my lord  Y/N: What else?

AB: Take off your underwear 

Y/N: But… I’m not wearing any?!

AB: You filthy girl  AB: Show me

Y/N: (sends photo attachment)

AB: JESUS CHRIST  AB: I MEANT ROLE PLAY IT

Y/N: You don’t like my pussy, my lord? Y/N: That makes me sad

AB: OF COURSE I DO AB: FUCKING HELL AB: MY GOD Y/N AB: ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!?

Y/N: Maybe… 😇

AB: You are meeting me for lunch 

Y/N: I am? 

AB: Yes. Don’t expect food

Y/N: Okay

AB: You can expect eating though 

Y/N: Oh fuck, yes please

AB: 1 pm outside my office

Y/N: Yes, my lord

6 hours later

Y/N: Your chauffeur-driven car is something else

AB: You liked it?

Y/N: I liked what you did to me in it 😉

AB: I liked it too, my dirty girl

Y/N: Can I sit on your face every lunchtime?

AB: We’ll see AB: What are you up to tonight?

Y/N: Not much  Y/N: You?

AB: I’m on my way over

Y/N: Oh, are you now?

AB: Yes  AB: I didn’t get time to punish you earlier 🤨

Y/N: Oh yes, please my lord Y/N: I’ll be waiting  Y/N: Naked

AB: Good

1 day later

Y/N: I’m so tireddddddd

AB: Whose fault is that?

Y/N: ….Yours??!

AB: Nope 

Y/N: Your cock was inside me most of the night Y/N: How is that not your fault?

AB: You asked for it AB: Begged for it in fact

Y/N: That’s true

AB: Then you brought this upon yourself

Y/N: You’re a mean, mean dom to your good little girl

AB: You fucking love it

Y/N: Yes, yes I do

AB: Little brat AB: 😘

Y/N: Only for you my lord Y/N: 😘

12 days later

Y/N: I spoke to Eloise Y/N: What happened?

AB: I don't want to talk about it

Y/N: Anthony… Y/N: I'm still your friend despite this new, thing, we have

AB: I know I just… I don't want to think about it, let alone talk about it

Y/N: Okay. I'm here if you need me

AB: Can I call you?

Y/N: Always

2 hours later

AB: Thank you y/n…. just thank you

Y/N: Anytime

AB: Goodnight, my dear 😘

Y/N: Goodnight 😘

15 days later

AB: God this business trip is boring

Y/N: You need a lil pick me up?

AB: Yes please

Y/N: (sends photo attachment)

AB: Wait, what is this?

Y/N: Tilt your head sideways Y/N: I miss you so much I had to buy myself a lil something

AB: Is that what I think it is, where I think it is?!

Y/N: Yes Y/N: Wanna FaceTime?

AB: HELL YES

10 days later

Y/N: SOS need cock my lord

AB: You are shameless my girl

Y/N: Are you answering this booty text or not?

AB: It’s 2pm on a Sunday. I’m having lunch with my family

Y/N: That's not an answer

AB: Stop being a brat

Y/N: I’ll stop if you tell me what you’d do to me, if you were here Y/N: Don’t spare any detail, I’m having an orgasm one way or another

AB: Ok fine AB: I’d lay you out on that big kitchen island of yours  AB: Push your legs wide open, give you just enough tongue to make you dripping and ready for me AB: Then I’m going to use my fingers and make you squirt my girl, just like you did last weekend AB: You are going to scream and cry and make such a beautiful mess AB: Then while you’re still fluttering I’m going to climb up and push into you and fuck you so hard you are screaming my name for the rest of the night AB: I own your pussy. No one has ever fucked you like me, my precious filthy girl

AB: I can’t believe I typed that surrounded by my family. AB: What have you turned me into? AB: Y/n?  AB: Hello??

Y/N: I was picturing it all my lord Y/N: Sadly I can’t text back and fingerfuck myself at the same time Y/N: I’m not Briareus Y/N: (Also thank you, that was a delicious orgasm)

AB: How is it that you know obscure Greek mythology and are also the filthy girl you are? AB: (Good. You can thank me properly later my girl, on your knees)

Y/N: They’re not mutually exclusive Y/N: (With pleasure, my lord)

AB: No, but they are a rare bundle AB: You truly are something special

Y/N: Aww thanks Y/N: Send me Belgian chocolates? 

AB: Ahh, there she is, the girl I know

Y/N: 😜

25 days later

AB: Are you doing what I think you’re doing?

Y/N: Depends. What do you think I'm doing?

AB: Flirting with my brother to get my attention

Y/N: Is it working? Y/N: I hear he’s really good on a billiards table

AB: Don't you fucking DARE AB: He’s married for god's sake AB: AND you know who you belong to

Y/N: Oh I do, do I? Y/N: Hmm maybe I need a little reminding…?

AB: Outside. NOW

Y/N: Yes my lord

3 hours later

AB: WAIT... It was BENEDICT who ruined my billiards table?!?

Y/N: Wow, took you long enough to pick up on that one…

AB: What the fuck did he do? I needed to get it rebaized

Y/N: Oh Anthony, what do you think he and minxy little wife did on it? Y/N: Don't play coy

AB: THAT’S DISGUSTING

Y/N: You just fucked me on your mother’s dining table last night AND her favourite antique sofa, you have ZERO legs to stand on

AB: That’s different

Y/N: How?

AB: It was me

Y/N: I love your hypocrisy

AB: Yeah well… I love you

Y/N: …. I love you too

AB: Well, errr, that wasn't exactly the way I planned to admit to it AB: Sorry, you deserve better 

Y/N: Meh, I'm okay with it

AB: Really??

Y/N: Of course, this started on text Y/N: It makes total sense to me

AB: You’re the best

Y/N: I know Y/N: So are you Y/N: That’s why we are great together

AB: 😘

Y/N: 😘

55 days later

AB: Why do I have a bill here for £700 of Belgian chocolates??

Y/N: What else do you think we should serve at our engagement party?

AB: Oh... Oh that’s rather sweet actually

Y/N: The chocolate or the sentiment?

AB: Both

Y/N: I thought so Y/N: Are you coming over soon?

AB: Why?

Y/N: Well the chocolate company sent me a few samples… Y/N: And they appear to be balanced on my naked body with no one to eat them 🤔 

AB: I can be there in 15 minutes AB: Don't move a bloody muscle

Y/N: Yes my lord 😘

AB: 😘😘

Tagging: @makaylan  @foreverlonginguniverse  @iboopedyournose  @colettebronte  @aintnuthinbutahounddog  @margofiore  @writergirl-2001  @heeyyyou  @enichole445 @chaoticcalzoneranchsports

[mymultiverse00]

Anthony: Modern AU Fic Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Anthony: Regency | Benedict: Regency | Benedict: Modern

Updated February 28, 2024 Listed in ascending order of completion. All x reader unless specified otherwise

❦ smut | ✿ fluff/humour | ❥ angst | ⚣ threesome

Lessons ❦ ⚣

Friends + ❦ ✿

Kinktober 2022 Drabbles ❦

March 2023 Drabbles ✿ ❦

Kinktober 2023 Drabbles ❦

One-word Drabble Challenge ✿ ❦

One Word Challenge Blurbs ✿ ❥ ❦

The Belgian Chocolate Affair ✿ ❦

The Right Answer ❦

Driven to Distraction ❦ ⚣

Naughty or Nice ❦

Meet Ugly ✿

Stress Relief ❦

Call It Even  ❦

Too Much ❦ ⚣

Deserved ❦

Show Me ❦

Needy ❦

Photo edit @/bridgertontess | dividers @/firefly-graphics

[mymultiverse00]

Anthony: Regency Fic Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Anthony: Modern | Benedict: Regency | Benedict: Modern

Updated October 7, 2024 Listed in ascending order of completion. All x reader unless specified otherwise

❦ smut | ✿ fluff/humour | ❥ angst | ⚣ threesome

Double Bind ❦ ❥ 

Lessons ❦ ⚣

Kinktober 2022 Drabbles ❦

March 2023 Drabbles ✿ ❦

Kinktober 2023 Drabbles ❦

One-word Drabble Challenge ✿ ❦

One Word Challenge Blurbs ✿ ❥ ❦

Kinktober 2024 Drabbles ❦

Stay Quiet ❦

Reflection ❦

In His Lap ❦

Honourable ❥ ❦

Overprotective ✿

Atonement ❦

The Things We Do For Love ❥ ❦ ⚣

Rescue and Ruin ✿

Impertinent ❦

Making an Heir ❦

Eager ❦

Praise ❦

Your Good Boy ❦

Awakening ❦

A Beneficial Arrangement ❦

Refuge ✿

Audacious ❦

Rebel ❦

An Artful Arrangement ❦ ⚣

Dividers @/firefly-graphics

[mymultiverse00]

Benedict: Modern AU Fic Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Benedict: Regency | Anthony: Regency | Anthony: Modern

Updated August 24, 2024 Listed in ascending order of completion. All x reader unless specified otherwise

❦ smut | ✿ fluff/humour | ❥ angst | ⚣ threesome

It Had To Be You ✿ ❦

When the World Is Free (WW2 setting) ✿ ❥ ❦

Lessons ❦ ⚣

Mrs Bridgerton ✿ ❥ ❦

Kinktober 2022 Drabbles ❦

March 2023 Drabbles ✿ ❦

Kinktober 2023 Drabbles ❦

One-word Drabble Challenge ✿ ❦

One Word Challenge Blurbs ✿ ❥ ❦

Many Things ❥ ❦

Waking Up ❦

Jam ✿

Tattoo ❦

This Book is Dedicated To… ❦

Three-Dot Symphony ✿ ❦

Truth or Dare ❦

Transitions ✿ ❦

Balnea Interruptus ❦ ✿

Somewhere Only We Know ❦

Valuable Opinion ❦

Ouroboros ❦ ❥

Talk To Me ❦

Driven to Distraction ❦ ⚣

Un cadeau de Noël ❦

Party Favour ❦ ✿

Pas Quotidien ❦

Revelation ❦

The Gift ❦

Rhythm ❦

Electric ❦ ✿

Accurate ❦

Upper Hand ❦

A Helping Hand ❦

Skinny-Dip ✿

Teacher Bridgerton ✿

Too Much ❦ ⚣ 

Coming Home ❦

A Blessing ✿

Make It Better ❦

A Job Well Done ❦

Show Them All ❦

Call Me ❦

Coitus Mahemium ❦ ✿

Doctor's Orders ❦

It's That Time Of Year ❦ ✿

Innuendo Bingo ✿

Textual Encounter ✿

Breathe (In The Air) ❦

Vibe & Vexation ❦ Modern AU w/ Regency roleplay

Aflame ❦

NSFW Alphabet for Benedict Bridgerton ❦

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett:

Could Be Worse ❥ ✿

Photo edit @/bridgertontess | dividers @/firefly-graphics

[mymultiverse00]

Benedict: Regency Fic Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Benedict: Modern | Anthony: Regency | Anthony: Modern

Updated October 8, 2024 Listed in ascending order of completion. All x reader unless specified otherwise

❦ smut | ✿ fluff/humour | ❥ angst | ⚣ threesome

Moments ❥ ✿ ❦  main story complete, occasional one-shots ongoing

Portrait  ✿ ❦

Innocence ❦

Double Bind ❦ ❥

Lessons ❦ ⚣ 

Kinktober 2022 Drabbles ❦

March 2023 Drabbles ✿ ❦

Kinktober 2023 Drabbles ❦

One-word Drabble Challenge ✿ ❦

One Word Challenge Blurbs ✿ ❥ ❦

Kinktober 2024 Drabbles ❦

Sonnet #29 ❦

Tell me (all the ways you missed me) ❦

Must we? ✿

I’m not drunk ✿

Fireworks ✿

No Good Advice ❦ ❥

Acting Up ❦

Lightening & Lilies ❦

Beg ❦

Hormones ✿

Swallow ❦

A Treat ❦ ✿

Mine ❦

Insatiable ❦ ✿

Challenge ❦

Breaking and Fixing ✿

Stitches ✿

A Work of Art ❦

Consequences ❦

Temptation ❦

Goodbye, Hello ❥ ✿

Safe ❥ ✿

Inspiration ❦

Blissful ❦ ✿

(Mis)behave ✿

Confessions ❥ ✿

A Birthday Treat ❦ ✿

Comfortable ❦

Riding Tandem ✿

A Close Shave ❦ ✿

Happy Birthday, Mr Bridgerton ❦ ✿

The Things We Do For Love ❥ ❦ ⚣

A Closer Shave [Fic Remix] ❦ ✿

Bella Notte ❦

Target Practice ✿

Cravats ❦

(Be)Longing ❥ ✿

A Change of Circumstance ✿

Cat-Nip ✿

Our Cottage ✿

Second Son ❥ ✿

And One For Luck ❦

Canvas ❦

Stand & Deliver ❦

A Cure for Boredom ❦

Comfort ✿

Enthralled ❦

Refuge ✿

A Welcome Intrusion ✿

Ruler & Subject ❦

Reunited ❦

Reprisal ❦

What The True Poet Describes ✿

Vignette ✿

Eden ❦

To Know You ✿

Mirror, Mirror ❦

Absolution ❦

Wisteria ✿

NSFW Alphabet for Benedict Bridgerton ❦

The Secrets We Keep: Pt I ❥ ✿

The Secrets We Keep: Pt II ❥ ✿ ❦

An Artful Arrangement ❦ ⚣

Benedict Bridgerton x OC Female Character:

Enthralled [x OC version] ❦

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett:

Breaking and Fixing [Benophie remix] ✿

Our Cottage [Benophie remix] ✿

Hormones [Benophie remix] ✿

Dividers @/firefly-graphics

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One-Word Challenge ✨Masterpost✨

Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Rating: Some are explicit so 18+ smut, minors DNI

This is a masterpost of all the one-word blurbs I completed in February 2024. This was a challenge I undertook one over three evenings to exercise my writing brain. Thanks for taking part to those who did!

Please don't expect amazing quality. These were all written off the cuff, without any planning, just going the first place my mind took me. Each was written in around twenty minutes or less.

Anything with ⟳ is modern AU.

List of Blurbs

1: Chocolate + Anthony + Smut ⟳

2: Wine + Anthony + Fluff

3: Spicy + Benedict + Humour ⟳

4: Regret + Benedict + Angst

5: Sweet + Benedict + Smut

6: Lower-Class + Anthony + Angst

7: Ribbon + Benedict + Smut

8: Babies + Benedict + Fluff

9: Cheese + Anthony + Humour ⟳

10: Sabre + Anthony + Smut

11: Duel + Benedict + Angst

12: Leather + Anthony + Smut