#Anthony: my beautiful little girl so much like your Mama

[only-one-brain-cell]

Kate: Anthony we should keep the baby a secret for now Colin and Penelope are getting married the focus should be on them.

Anthony: whatever you want darling

Anthony that night screaming out the window: KATE IS WITH CHILD

[amirasainz]

Ooooh can you please do reader is Lewis daughter and she’s a big daddy’s girl and she has everyone wrapped around her finger, including the stoic Toto?

AHH! I had so much fun writing this. I love the idea of Lewis being a girl dad. I hope y'all enjoy reading this and send me some requests! -XoXo

Daddy's little love

“Who is your favourite Disney Princess, Baby?” asked Anthony, Lewis’ dad, to his 4-year-old granddaughter. Cassie, who was busy getting her beautiful, long, curly hair done by her grandmother Linda, turned to Anthony with the biggest grin on her face.

“Tiana,” she proudly stated. “TIANA? Why’s that, hm?” he asked her, now sporting the same huge grin as the girl in the living room. “Because she is the prettiest of them all. And her prince is better than the other ones. OH, and their friends are so cool, because Ray is a firefly and his wife is a star. And their other friend, the crocodile, Louis, can play the trumpet. Oh, and Mama Odie makes the best gumbo in the whole wide world,” she answered, running towards Anthony.

The older Hamilton immediately picked her up, sitting little Cassie in front of him on the kitchen counter. “Ohh, is that so, young lady?” he jokingly asked her. “UHU,” she answered with a duh-tone. “Really?” “Uhu.” “Really.” Now the game between Cassie and her Poppy started.

Linda, who knew that this little game of theirs could go on for hours, called towards the young girl. “Cassie, honey, we still need to do your hair.” “But I don’t wanna, Loveyyyyy,” whined the 4-year-old. “Nuhu, don’t even look at me with those puppy eyes of yours,” she told her. However, Cassie tried to find a way out of the situation. “But why can’t Daddy do it for me?” she whined again. “You know why, Baby. Daddy can’t make those braids that you like,” Anthony answered, sensing the beginning of a little tantrum.

Both Anthony and Linda knew that Cassie hated getting her hair done. If the young Hamilton could, she would always have it open. However, with the hot weather and her playing the whole time with her cousins in the garden, everyone knew it was better to braid it back.

Before anyone could say anything else, a figure appeared in the doorway. “What’s that I’m hearing about Daddy?” asked Lewis, who was finally back home after the Mexican GP. He looked tired but happy. “DADDY!” squealed the young girl, immediately running towards her father with outstretched arms. Lewis, who knew his daughter better than himself, picked her up in his arms and held her close, releasing a sigh of relief now that he finally had his baby back in his arms. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but smile as she giggled like crazy while he kissed her cheeks repeatedly.

After a moment, he stopped and greeted her with the biggest smile ever. “Hello, my little love,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He could feel the stress of the race melting away as he held her.

Remembering the conversation he walked into, he carefully petted her hair and told her, “Go on, love. Let Lovey finish your hair, then we can go outside swimming.” Cassie pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably. “But Daddy—” she began, her eyes wide with pleading. “Nuh-uh, Honey. Don’t even try it with me,” Lewis said, his tone gentle but firm. Cassie released the biggest sigh on earth before stomping towards her grandmother, her tiny feet making exaggerated thuds on the floor.

Thankfully, her older cousin Willow was also now in the living room, so the two cousins could play a game while Linda finished the two Dutch braids. Willow, always the patient one, smiled and pulled out a board game, setting it up on the coffee table. “Come on, Cassie, let’s play while Grandma finishes your hair,” she said, her voice soothing.

Lewis, who was watching the whole situation with an amused smile, turned towards his father and hugged him. “It’s good to have you back, boy,” Anthony whispered in his ear, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s good to be back, Dad,” Lewis answered while releasing the hug. He felt a wave of gratitude for his family, who always supported him no matter what.

After a moment, Lewis’s face turned serious, and he looked at his dad. “Hey, can we talk for a minute?” he asked. Anthony, sensing the gravity of the situation, turned his full attention to his son. With an encouraging nod, Lewis began.

“Dad, you know how important the Brazil Grand Prix is for me, right? This year, I was thinking of taking Cassie with me. This race isn’t just significant for me, but also for Mercedes. Plus, it’s my last year with the team,” he explained, his voice tinged with emotion.

Anthony took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding. “Lewis, I understand how crucial this race is for you, but why do you feel the need to take Cassie with you?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Well, Dad, it’s going to be such a meaningful race for me, and I want my favorite person there with me. Besides, the team and the other drivers are always asking about her. And Gloria, you know, Cassie’s babysitter, will also be there. She can watch over her while I’m racing,” Lewis replied, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Anthony paused for a moment, considering his son’s words. “Okay, I think that’s a really sweet idea. And we both know how much Cassie loves traveling with her daddy,” he said with a warm smile.

“Thanks, Dad. I guess I just needed to hear from someone that my idea isn’t completely insane,” Lewis said, relief washing over his face.

“No, don’t worry about it. Now go tell the little princess the good news,” Anthony encouraged, giving his son a reassuring pat on the back.

After an uneventful flight and a good nights rest, the little trio entered the paddock the next morning. Cassie clutched her father’s hand tightly as they walked into the bustling paddock. The young girl, with her curly hair bouncing in the warm breeze, wore a bright purple cap that read "Daddy's little Champion". It was a sea of activity, with mechanics, engineers, and media personnel buzzing around. This was Cassie’s first time attending a race outside of Silverstone, and her wide eyes took in every detail with a mix of awe and excitement.

Lewis,, was a seasoned pro in this environment, but today he felt a bit different. He was not just a world-class driver; he was an overprotective dad. He kept a close eye on Cassie, making sure she stayed close and safe amidst the chaos. The media quickly noticed the duo, and cameras started flashing, capturing the tender moments between father and daughter.

Lewis’s smile was tight as he waved politely to the cameras, but inside, he was less than thrilled about the attention. He had always been protective of Cassie, and the thought of her being in the spotlight made him uneasy. He bent down to her level, his voice gentle but firm. “Stay close to me, okay, Cassie? There’s a lot going on here.”

Cassie nodded, her curly hair bouncing with the movement. “Okay, Daddy.”

Beside them, Gloria, the babysitter, walked with a calm demeanor. At around 50 years old, she had a reassuring presence that both Lewis and Cassie appreciated. Gloria had been with the family for a while and knew how to keep Cassie entertained and safe. She smiled at Cassie, holding out a small toy car. “Look, Cassie, it’s just like Daddy’s car!”

Cassie’s face lit up as she took the toy, momentarily distracted from the overwhelming environment. Lewis gave Gloria a grateful nod. “Thanks, Gloria. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Gloria chuckled softly. “Just doing my job, Lewis. You focus on the race; I’ll keep an eye on our little racer here.”

As they made their way through the paddock, more media attention followed. Lewis did his best to shield Cassie from the cameras, but it was clear that their presence was a big deal. He sighed inwardly, wishing for a bit more privacy for his daughter. But seeing Cassie’s excitement and knowing Gloria was there to help made it all worthwhile.

“Alright, Cassie,” Lewis said, lifting her up so she could see over the crowd. “Let’s go find a good spot to watch the race. It’s going to be an exciting day.”

Cassie giggled, her nervousness melting away as she felt the familiar comfort of her father’s arms. With Gloria by their side, they were ready to face the day, media attention and all.

As they walked to the Garage, Cassie's wide eyes took in the sight of the famous cars, the hustle of the crew and the vibrant colours of the team uniforms. Other drivers like Lando, Charles, George and Daniel, couldn't help but stop and admire the adorable little girl.

"Hey there, little champ!" Lando said, waving at her. "Are you going to cheer for your dad today?" Cassie giggled and nodded. "He's the fastes!" she declared proudly, causing the drivers to melt at her sweetness. They all exchanged smiles, and for a moment, the competitive spirit of Formula 1 seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of Cassie's innocent joy.

As Lewis, Cassie and Gloria approached the Mercedes garage, Lewis introduced Cassie to his team principal. Toto, the usually angry Austrian, was particularly taken with her. "Well, if it isn't the youngest member of our team!" he said, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "How would you like to be the team principal for the day?"

Cassie's eyes widened in amazement. "Really? I can be in charge?" she squealed, bouncing slightly in excitement. Lewis, who was busy talking to Bono, turned towards his daughter and reminded her again : "Cassie, inside voice, ok?" "Sorry Daddy" she apologised cutely, warming Lewis heart at the sight of her.

Toto brought her attention back to their conversation. “Absolutely! You can help make all the important decisions,” Toto replied, grinning. He handed her a small headset, and Cassie put it on, feeling like a true boss.

“Okay, Cassie,” Toto continued, “let’s make sure the drivers are ready. We need to keep an eye on them!”

Cassie nodded seriously, trying her best to mimic the serious expressions of the adults around her. As she sat on Toto’s lap, she observed the team preparing for the race, her little fingers tapping away on the radio as if she were giving commands.

“Driver 44, are you ready?” she said into the headset, mimicking what she had heard the engineers say. The team chuckled at her adorable seriousness, and Lewis turned to give her a thumbs-up from across the garage.

As the pre-race festivities continued, Cassie found herself surrounded by the other drivers, who were all charmed by her presence. Daniel knelt down in front of her. “So, what’s your strategy for today?” he asked playfully.

“I think Daddy should go really fast and win!” she replied, her face lighting up with confidence. The drivers laughed, and Daniel gave her a mock salute. “A solid plan, Commander Cassie!”

Soon, it was time for the drivers to head to the grid. Toto carefully lifted Cassie off his lap and placed her back on the ground. “Are you ready to watch your dad race?” he asked her.

“Yay! Go, Daddy!” she cheered, waving her arms enthusiastically. Lewis leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead before heading out to the grid. "I love you, my little love" he called back to her. "I love you more" she yelled. Turning towards his daughter, he said : "Impossible" before continuing his way. Their interaction gained laugher throughout the garage.

As the race began, Cassie was glued to the edge of her seat in the team hospitality area, her small hands gripping the railing as she watched the cars zoom past. With each lap, her excitement grew. “Go, Daddy! You can do it!” she shouted, her voice ringing out amidst the cheers of the crowd.

The race unfolded with thrilling intensity. Lewis battled fiercely against his competitors, maneuvering through tight corners and executing perfect overtakes. Cassie’s eyes were wide with awe as she watched her father, the adrenaline coursing through her tiny body with each lap.

During a particularly tense moment, where Lewis found himself in a tight spot battling for position, Cassie gasped and clutched the railing. “Come on, Daddy! You got this!” she yelled, her voice carrying over the noise of the engines.

Her encouragement seemed to resonate, as Lewis managed to pull off an incredible move, taking the lead. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Cassie jumped up and down, her laughter mingling with the roars of the fans.

“Look, Cassie! Your daddy’s in front!” Gloria said, smiling at her enthusiasm. She was having the time of her life, completely unaware of the high stakes of the race, so focused on her father’s performance.

As the race neared its conclusion, the tension was palpable. Lewis was vying for the victory, and Cassie could feel the excitement in the air. She leaned over the railing, her heart racing as the final laps approached. “You can do it, Daddy! Just go faster!” she shouted, her little fists clenched in determination.

When Lewis crossed the finish line, victorious once again, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Cassie squealed with delight, jumping up and down in sheer joy. “He did it! He won!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

After the race, Lewis hurried to the team area, where Cassie was waiting, her face glowing with pride. He scooped her up in his arms, spinning her around. “Did you see that, Cassie? We did it!” he exclaimed, his heart swelling with happiness.

“You were the best, Daddy! I knew you could win!” she said, her eyes shining with admiration.

As the celebrations continued, Cassie found herself the center of attention. The drivers gathered around her, congratulating Lewis and showering her with affection. “You’re an amazing little team principal, Cassie,” Charles said, ruffling her hair.

Cassie beamed, soaking in all the praise. “I told him to go fast!” she said proudly, and the drivers laughed, each one charmed by her innocence and enthusiasm.

As the sun began to set over Brazil, casting a warm glow over the paddock, Lewis took Cassie aside. “You know, today was special not just because we won, but because I got to share it with you,” he said softly.

“I had the best day, Daddy! Can we come to every race together?” she asked, her eyes wide with hope.

“Of course, sweet pea. Every race, if you want. You’ll always be my lucky charm,” Lewis replied, giving her a warm hug.

The day ended with fireworks illuminating the sky, and Cassie watched in awe, her heart full. She had stepped into a world of speed and excitement, and in doing so, had forged an unforgettable bond with her father. As they headed back to their hotel, Cassie rested her head on Lewis’s shoulder, dreaming of race tracks and fast cars, knowing that this was just the beginning of their adventures tog

[midnightsnyx]

for smau… mat barzal just gushing over his girls (wife and daughters) all the time to the point where he literally doesn’t even post hockey anymore. it’s just his girls 25/8 and his teammates are always commenting and chirping at him.

love love love this idea!!! i took the name nora from my mat barzal fic and just picked the other from a baby name website. also, i dont know many islanders so theres only a few lol

honestly i kinda wanna take this and turn it into an AU lol

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[newtonsheffield]

You know there's a lot of talk about kate and Anthony's daughters in the farmer au but what about their sons?? I'm sure they're as handsome and charming as their papa 😌 Kate isn't as over protective as anthony but it does get on her nerves when Edmund or Miles accompany her to the village and a gaggle of swooning girls follow them around 😆 And their mama's keep asking kate when her boys will marry and what are they looking for in a wife. I'm sure she goes home and flips the tables on anthony saying "damn you for being so handsome and our sons taking after you. Until they get married we won't be left alone 😩"

Oh absolutely.

Edmund Bridgerton ii and his brother Miles, just eighteen months younger than him, grow into the very picture of their father with their mother's dark curly hair in wild disarray.

Handsome and broad shouldered by the time they're sixteen, accompanying their mother into town to carry her things for her. At seventeen Edmund was already taller than his mother, his laugh wild and carefree as he nudged his quieter, more reserved brother. Both of them willing to bend over backwards to help their mother.

"Ladies, Good Afternoon!" Edmund called to the gaggle of teenage girls that always seemed to materialise whenever Kate's sons were around.

"Ned, you're going to get in serious trouble one of these days." Miles said a little boredly as his brother winked at the girls sending them all giggling once again as he tossed them a smile, both of them unaware of their mother watching exasperatedly.

"Oh, it's just a little fun. I'm hardly going to do anything." Edmund was leaning against the wall of the bakery, his hand ruffling his hair a little roguishly and Kate cleared her throat, making both her sons jump.

"I should hope not, Neddy." Kate sighed.

Edmund barely looked ruffled, only smiled apologetically. "Oh, Amma! Don't you look beautiful this afternoon?"

"I look exactly as I did when we left the farm, sweetheart." Kate handed her son the parcel she was carrying, ignoring the charming smile that looked so much like his fathers. "I hope you're not causing trouble."

"Oh would I ever?"

"Is your brother causing trouble, Miles?"

Miles smirked, dodging his brother's nudge to the ribs. "Only a little trouble, Amma."

"Oh well that's alright then." Kate sighed, adjusting Edmund's jacket, smoothing Miles' hair. "You're both so handsome, so much like Papa."

Miles rolled his eyes, "Amma please."

"We're grown men!" Edmund agreed.

"You'll be my babies always." Kate ignored them. "Come on, we'd better get home."

The girls nearby jostled one another as they walked by, one of them calling out boldly, "Mr bridgerton! Good Afternoon!"

Edmund tipped his cap winking again before he waved merrily at their Mamas watching nearby, but God help him it was Miles, poor sweet Miles, who set them truly aflutter this afternoon when one of the young ladies, a shy, quiet girl named Emily, dropped her glove in the road and he stooped to pick it up.

"Miss Rutherford, your glove."

"Thank you, Mr Bridgerton, you're very kind."

Her voice was barely anything but a sigh and as they walked away Kate could have sworn she saw a slight flush on her son's cheeks.

And of course, that only gives her another headache when Mrs Rutherford seeks her out the following week. "Mrs Bridgerton! I wondered if you'd a moment to talk about your son."

"I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more specific." Kate said, more to put off the conversation than anythig else.

"Surely you saw your Miles with my Emily last week, what a sweet pair they'd make."

"Miles is... not sixteen for several months and Emily is... 14 I believe?"

"emily will be 15 in two weeks!" Mrs Rutherford corrected, "And of course I would never suggest anything formal between them now but... perhaps with a little encouragement they could-"

"I'm not in the habit of encouraging my children to do anything they don't wish for." Kate said, smiling to take the sting from her words. "Miles is a young man who knows his own mind, I'm sure if it's to be it will be."

"They are relentless!" Kate practically squawked that night. "They think because you escaped the boys will as well and they mean to make sure this does not happen again! Not as it did with you and Gregory."

"I'm not sure I'm the catch you think I was, darling." Anthony sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh don't give me that! This is entirely your fault! Too handsome by far!"

"A terrible burden I assure you. And what of the girls! I've to endure every young boy in the village having stars in his eyes every time Charlotte walks by! One boy asked if she wished to play marbles the other day!"

Kate rolled her eyes, "Marbles? Well you must challenge him to a duel then. What was he? 14?"

"He was at least 25! It was Arthur Prince's boy!" Anthony huffed.

"Robby Prince is 11, Anthony and Charlotte is nearly 14."

"He looked Crafty!"

"Oh I'm sure he did, Darling."

[sergeantpixie]

Do you prefer saphne or kanthony and why?! kanthony was too much constant bickering/clashing and not enough actual connection for my taste but i know that’s not a popular opinion!!

You know I wasn't on tumblr when the first two seasons of Bridgerton aired so I experienced it in a vacuum. I watched it with one of my closest fandom friends, we've been friends for about 10 years at this point, so we know each other really well and we respect each others' opinions too. We both liked both couples and both seasons, but we each had a preference. She preferred season 2 and Kanthony, and I prefer season 1 and Saphne. I didn't need to be on tumblr to know which one would be more popular though, this is the enemies to lovers website.

I tend to prefer the friends to lovers route - that's just who I am. But I think Kate and Anthony are so well written that it makes sense why they argue and fight against it and why they end up hurting a lot of people including each other (Daphne and Simon do this too, just differently.) As older siblings who stepped up to take their fathers' place after his death, Kate and Anthony are very similar, specifically similarly damaged. They put their siblings' needs above their own to their own detriment constantly. It makes sense that they could only fight against their attraction and feelings for each other - it makes sense that the only way Kate could come to terms with her own feelings was through the eyes of her little sister that she puts above all else - and it makes sense that she'd end up hurting her in the process, because that's what happens when you wall yourself off from your needs - especially emotional. You hurt people. (We get that with Anthony and Daphne too, in season 1. He projects his own romantic woes onto Daphne and Simon and tells her they can never be together when he's not actually seeing them, he's only thinking about his own doomed romance with Siena. Every time Kate tells Edwina Anthony is not for her she's talking about herself. Both of them are trying to save their beloved younger siblings from pain as well as themselves - and causing them pain - and also causing themselves pain.)

Daphne and Simon are both exactly my types as characters it's kind of insane. Simon's archetype is one I find appealing in both sexes, but Daphne's is exclusively interesting as a woman to me. Almost all of my favorite female characters are the archetypal perfect girl of their universe and they're so fucking lonely because of it that they're barely human. Simon is lonely too - loneliness is an important factor in being my favorite characters - and he's very defined by the abuse and neglect he suffered in his childhood. And then he meets someone who gives him hope - a friend and a lover and someone who makes the world seem bright. But he's so preoccupied by the pain and the anger from his past that he can't let himself take it. Daphne has the strength and the determination to demand he take it. Daphne is also very emotionally stunted and uneducated about certain aspects of life because the time she grows up in is so infantilizing to young women. (I appreciate Queen Charlotte for showing exactly why Mama Bridgerton is so fucking bad at basic sex ed, god her mother was a nightmare!) Her anger and humiliation at her lack of knowledge and understanding of the world is a lot. They do hurt each other along the way but ultimately choose each other (they choose happiness!) and idk I just love it a lot. A character like Simon being able to decide that love is more important than pain is very beautiful to me. I love that he gets to be Lady Danbury's son instead of his father's.

Thank you for asking, anon!

[msfbgraves]

Daniel doesn’t like to talk about his wedding day or show pictures to his puppies…but does he ever tell them about the first time he saw Terry? Like, “My first impression of your Daddy, Luna, was that he was tall, rude, and annoying!” 😤 I can definitely see Terry telling his puppies about the first time he saw Daniel though in a much more flattering way—“Ah yes, Eli. Your Mama was 18, young and beautiful. Also feisty and fiery, but mostly beautiful!” 😍

Lol

Hahaha, I don't think Terry fell for his beauty, he tried to resist, he fell for the sass! "Your Mama kept me on my toes, I've never had so much fun in my life, Eli! A beautiful kitty is easily found, my lad, but a true mate, one who knows to stand their ground, those you have to fight for."

I think Daniel might have said something like that to Luna if she was trying to play peacemaker between the two, but he'd immediately regret it. He could say something like that to Robby, or Sammy, or Gianni or sometimes even Anthony, but Luna it would hurt (and Yasmin doesn't want to hear it. The ultimate Daddy's girl, if she does need her Mama. She needs them both to be her rock).

I think he'd be vague about it, "I first met your Daddy at Nonna and Nonno's, I was a little intimidated, because he was forward!" It's a sore spot. He'd have stories about the honeymoon and the first year, but would wave away the time before with: "We were still getting to know each other." Terry is gushing at every single opportunity, of course, but read the room, pups. Sammy and Anthony understand their parents' marriage the best, I think. Robby, too, if he doesn't have much patience for the Alpha/omega bond going on. Mama and Daddy can be a little unpredictable for him when it comes to dating. Auntie Lisa and uncle Vinny are easier to relate to, and of course Tory's Mammy Betsy.

[stars-of-kyber]

Uhm I want to know! 🙋🏼‍♀️ What does Kate blab to Mary when she’s “in her cups” haha

Let me tell you the reason everyone thinks Anthony and Kate have anticipated their wedding night.

Please imagine Mary trying to convince a completely foxed, overly affective Kate to just get into the bed after struggling with the lady's maid to get her out of the dress and into her sleeping clothes. Kate's giggling like a little girl, babbling about a bunch of stuff and then she swoons and says:

"Mama, I love Anthony so much." The teen girl finally tumbled down to the bed with a smile on her lips.

"I'm sure you do, dearest." Mary smiled lovingly at her eldest child, all grown up.

"I love him so so very much and he loves me too!"

"I'm sure he does, dearest." Mary sat next to her in the bed, pushing a lock of sweaty hair from Kate's forehead.

"He does. He told me so himself." Kate said, nudging into Mary's hand like a needy cat. "I'm going to marry Anthony, Mama." Mary gasped at her words, but Kate didn't seem to notice her mother's expression. "I'm going to marry him and we'll be together forever and we're going to have the most beautiful babies."

Mary had to hold back his laughter at the young girl's sweet excitement.

"Katie, did he...?" She tried to ask, but Kate was speaking before Mary could get her question out.

"And his kisses, Mama. Oh, he gives the most amazing kisses. They make my legs go weak and my body feels like it's on fire." Mary's cheeks go three shades darker but Kate, in her drunken state, does not seem to be one bit bothered by the scandalous things she's telling her mother, because she just continues speaking without a single trace of shame. "I just want to kiss him all the time. His lips feel so good. And his hands, mama..."

"Kate."

"The other day, he put his hand on my legs until he reached that place in the middle of my ..."

"Alright dearest, that's quite enough!" Mary's strangled shout startled Kate, who jumped in the bed, staring at her mother with wide eyes for a moment before she settled into Mary's side with a content sigh, her eyes closing. "I was so good, Mama. I'm so happy I could burst. It feels amazing."

Mary was really truly glad her daughter was so happy, she really was. But she was mortified about the things she'd just heard. No mother should have to hear that. She was going to have to have a very serious talk with Kate very soon. And she'd have to tell Violet about it so they could speak to Anthony. God, Mary was quite sure she would never be able to look at Anthony ever again.

And the next morning, Kate doesn't remember a word she said. And she really doesn't understand why, the entire following week, her mother can't seem to look her in the eye.

(Also, while you're at it, please imagine Mary sitting with Violet the following day as she takes a sip of her drink, lets out a deep sigh and says "Your son's been putting his hands under my daughter's skirts.")

[heavenlyhischier]

i am yours - anthony b. II

summary: anthony took it upon himself to manage your suitors.

word count: 1.2k (very short im sorry)

warnings: not period accurate probably, angsty

Anthony’s words lit a fire within you as they rang through your ears. He had never said such a thing to you before, and you were not sure how to react. His relentless and playful teasing before was never so forward. You knew he was sporting that stupid, smug smirk that made an appearance any time he knew his words flustered you. Your eyes were cast to the ground as your heart pounded so hard in your chest you’re sure it was going to break free.

“Shall we dance, Lady Y/N? It should be a shame if such a beautiful song goes to waste,” His deep voice tore you out of your thoughts.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words escaped. Of all the balls Anthony Bridgerton had attended, he had never once danced with any of the available ladies. He was always over taken by their mama’s, but he had never given in to their incessant attempts to get him to meet their daughters. You were aware that as one of his oldest friends, things would be a little different for you. However, you are not so sure you want the hatred from the other girls just after the first ball.

“Y/N,” He spoke again, gently placing a hand on your back.

“Pardon me, Lord Bridgerton, but I did not take you for a dancer,” You replied, moving your eyes to meet his own as you tried to ignore the way his hand felt, “If I remember correctly, you have turned down every mama who has begged you to dance with their daughters over the years.”

“That is correct, but none of them have been you.”

You nearly choked on your own spit at his words, clutching your chest as you began to cough. Anthony brought his hand up and began rubbing small circles on your back as you attempted to regain your composure.

“My apologies, I do not know where that came from,” You spoke through labored breaths, your head still spinning, “I would love to dance.”

 A smile graced Anthony’s face as he held out his hand for you to take in order to guide you to the middle of the dance floor. You curtsied as he bowed, a small giggle escaping you at just how formal this was for the both of you. You let him pull you close before he leads you in the dance, eyes staying trained on him.

“Your attention is sure to gain me some enemies,” You huffed.

“I can assure you, any enemy of yours will have to come through me first,” He announced with a reassuring smile.

“Hopefully it will gain me suitors as well. You may have to get used to sharing,” You teased, gazing at him through your lashes.

Anthony tensed at your words, his jaw clenching as he was reminded of the very reason you were finally coming out. Ever since he had found out that you were going to participate in this season, his feelings have become clearer to him. He did not want to let you go from his life and the thought of you being with a man made him feel such outrage that it shocked him. Despite the feelings becoming sharper, he was still not ready to admit just what that meant to him.

Truthfully, you had no desire for any suitors to come calling for you, but you knew that you could not wait for someone who refused to believe in love to love you. No matter how deep your feelings were for the eldest Bridgerton, you had to at least try to marry. Your parents made it clear that you did not have to marry someone you did not love as it wasn’t necessary for your family, but your mama was hoping you would find love if you at least tried.

“I suppose we will see about that,” Anthony spoke as the song came to an end.

He stayed by your side for the rest of the night; making a point to turn down any man who made his way to you. At first, you assumed it was because he knew much about the man and knew you would not like him, but it seemed as if he was doing it to everyone. He was scaring away possible suitors and you were not sure why. It was getting on your nerves.

You grew so frustrated that your body began to feel too warm and the ballroom felt as if it was getting smaller. No matter how much you love him, that did not excuse him from acting as an unwanted barrier between you and suitors. Especially if he was not going to be one himself.

As Anthony turned down yet another man, you turned sharply on your heels and made haste to the garden. You pushed open the doors and deeply breathed in the fresh air as you fell onto one of the benches nearest the fountain. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts run crazy as you tried to put together just why Anthony was behaving the way he was.

“Lady Y/N,” The voice of the man who plagued your thoughts sounded throughout the night, “Y/N, what are you doing out here?”

“I am just fetching some air, Lord Bridgerton. I am sorry if I worried you,” You sighed, averting your eyes from him.

“Is everything alright,” He quietly asked as he sat next to you.

You took a deep breath before starting, “Truthfully, Anthony, you are making me quite frustrated. I am here to meet suitors so that I may find a man to marry, but you- You are making that impossible! You have not even let a man speak to me even though you have no say in the matter! I understand that you do not think that finding love is worth it. That marriage is nothing more than business, but I am not the same! I want to find love. I want to be loved.”

Anthony was thrown off at your outburst, his eyes widening and mouth slightly dropping in shock. He understands that he was wrong in denying any man your attention, but he simply did not deem any of them worthy. He’s not sure any man would be worthy of your time, including his own. The pain in your voice when you told him you wanted to find love made his entire body still. He hadn’t realized he was hurting you when he thought he was protecting you.

“Do you have nothing to say,” You tried again, eyes brimming with frustrated tears.

He wanted to say something; anything. He wanted to assure you that he had no ill intentions. He wanted to tell you that his feelings for you have become clearer than ever, but he remained silent. His shoulders fell and he moved his gaze to the ground as your sadness showed itself on your face.

You could not help but let a few tears fall, but you were quick to wipe them away as you spoke, “Please, Anthony, leave me be. Just because you are convinced to live a life without love, does not mean that I have to.”

[iikkeee]

Waiting for you || smut

Bridgerton Benedict x Reader !!

Warnings: unprotected, oral, dirty talk (?) not much more just lots of fluff

A/n: i honestly just wanted to make a cute little story about Benedict because he’s my favorite character, but I hope you guys like this I also apologize for any misspelled words or such as I wrote this at night lmao

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I looked in the mirror dusting off my dress “hmm” I hummed as I admired myself. “Who are you getting dressed up for?” My mother asked suddenly appearing behind me “my gosh, mama you scared me” I said as I clutched the fabric near my heart in shock. “Anyways, I’m not getting dressed for anyone.” I turned to her rolling my eyes slightly “I haven’t seen you like that since your season, love” she said taking my hands in hers “I think I’m too old to be courted at this point” I replied with a gentle smile. “Not at all, there’s always going to be a special someone. Just wait.” She said caressing my face with one of her hands, I smiled squeezing her hands before letting go of them and walking out the room. “Is it that bridgerton boy?” She yelled as I went up the stairs “oh my god!!” I replied going up them faster my cheeks flushed. I closed the door to my room plopping onto the bed, I was like a lovesick school girl and I felt a fool. I freshened up quickly and headed down once more. “Mama, i’m going to the bridgerton’s” “ah so I was correct” she replied winking at me “BYE!” I exclaimed before running out the door.

I opened the front door and walked to the main room, “ah, Y/n I didn’t think you’d come today” Violet said smiling as she layed her hand on my shoulder guiding me to one of the tables “how could I not when I have these two asking for me?” I exclaimed as hyacinth and Gregory ran to hug me, I laughed as I had them both in my arms. I rubbed both of their backs as I looked up seeing Anthony there “and how could I leave poor Anthony without my presence for far too long?” I asked smiling as I left the children opening my arms “Please you were here yesterday” he said rolling his eyes nonetheless returning the hug. “Uh, is Benedict in today?” I asked Violet “oh please he never leaves the house” she replied I chuckled at her answer “y/n are you going to the ball later?” She asked unexpectedly “oh no, I’d rather just stay home” I said settling into one of the chairs “perhaps you could keep Benedict company, I doubt he’d want to go anyways” Anthony said glancing from me to Violet “perhaps I should”

“Bye Y/n!” The bridgerton’s said as they left for the ball, I waved before closing the door. My heart was racing, I had never been able to stay alone with Benedict. I calmed down walking through the halls searching for him. He sat drawing in his sketchbook, his brows furrowed in frustration as he ripped a page for his book. I walked to his side crouching down to look at the sketch stopping his hand as he almost crumbled it. “Oh hello y/n” he said turning to me, I nodded at him “aren’t you supposed to be at the ball?” “I stayed to keep you company” I replied. He smiled before turning back to the book, i hesitated as I realized i still had my hand on his “your art is beautiful you know” I said smiling as I looked at what he had drawn “you flatter me, but this page is horrible” he replied “not at all, you see…” I paused as I lifted his hand up holding it at the angle he was drawing it “this drawing is almost perfect, all you have to do is get those extra details, just use yourself as reference” I said smiling, he peered down at me which felt like an hour despite being mere seconds my breath hitched. “You look beautiful today you know?” He complimented our faces close, I flushed “thank you” I muttered as I looked down at his lips. I gulped as we both turned our heads getting even closer our lips almost touching. I closed my eyes as he pressed his lips on mine, my heart racing.

I grabbed his shoulders pushing him away gently “what?” He asked his eyes shifting to see the expression on my face, I smiled at him “we can’t do this…I have to be married or else I’ll be dishonored” I replied caressing his face “so what? Nobody will see us” he said my face falling, how could I tell him that I wanted for people to see us together? He noticed the frown on my face “hell…I’ll give you a proposal right before you walk through that door” he whispered “Benedict” I said resting my hands on his shoulders “I’m not kidding, y/n you are the most beautiful women I’ve known. I’ve liked you for all these year we’ve known each other” he said picking up my hand and placing it on his heart, his heart beating as fast as mine “really…you’ve liked me too?” I asked shocked “of course I did, but you had all those suitors” he said rolling his eyes “none of them compared to you, you know?” I said putting my finger under his chin making him look at me “Why do you think I’ve stayed unmarried? I was waiting for you” I whispered. “You’re making it hard for me to not get on one knee” He sighed before wrapping his arms around my waist bringing me to his lap, as his lips met mine I had never felt more passion in my life. My heart beating so loud I’m sure he could hear it. I caressed his face as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, his hands wandering down my form.

We both pulled away catching our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes “do not jest Benedict” I responded “I’m being serious” he said kissing my shoulder as he started to unzip with dress, I gasped “is this okay?” he asked, “It’s just I’ve never done this before…” “it’s okay, we can take things slow” he said pulling away “no…keep going” I exclaimed he glanced at me before removing the dress off, his hands moving to take off the rest of my garments. I shuddered at the feeling of his touch, he kissed down my neck leaving small bites and marks down it before moving to my breasts he kissed my delicate bud sucking on it gently as he kneaded the other in his hands. My breath hitched as I felt the new sensation, a weird feeling in my stomach occurring. He moved to the other giving it the same treatment, my back arching at the feeling whimpers leaving my lips as I felt my cunt getting wetter. He smirked against my skin as he left my chest moving back to my lips pulling me into another deep kiss.

He placed me down on the table moving his sketchbook out of the way as he kissed down my belly “Benedict..” I whispered as I saw him going lower “I want to make you feel good” he whispered as he spread my legs kissing my thighs gently. I shuddered as his tongue met my cunt “you’re so wet for me” he said against me making me blush. He licked my folds and sucked on my bud, I put my hands through his hair wanting him even more. He moved his hand to my cunt putting his digits inside stretching me out as he moved them in and out, I moaned as he went faster. My stomach feeling warm as he continued sucking on my bud and moving faster, my body shaking as I released. He took his digits out licking them clean before taking off his shirt and pants, I blushed as I saw his toned build his hands moving to free his throbbing member from his underwear.

My eyes widened as I saw it, he kissed me before positioning himself at my entrance “this might hurt for a moment” he said against my ear as he inserted his member in gently. I hissed at the pain leaning my head against his shoulder he kissed my neck relieving some of the pain. “Benedict…” I whimpered motioning him to start moving, he moved slowly allowing me to adjust fully. I moaned as the pain went away his strokes were passionate, his love showing through them. I pulled him into another kiss our moans being suppressed as our lips moved together like they were made for each other. His strokes started to become faster causing my head to roll back his lips moving to neck kissing it. With each stroke my stomach got warmer my cunt throbbing and clenching on his member, “fuck y/n” he groaned going faster, I moaned as I felt myself coming undone. “Benedict” I whimpered before releasing, he cursed before releasing too.

He pulled out as we both caught our breaths, I sat up and put my arms around his neck “that was…amazing” I said smiling kissing him gently, he smiled before pulling me on to him. He nuzzled his head in my neck “I love you” he said softly “I love you too” I replied smiling widely. “Let’s get cleaned up before they come home though” I said remembering the situation “of course” he replied as we both cleaned up putting our garments back on, I zipped up my dress before seeing him fiddle with his collar. I walked to him adjusting it and putting my hands through his hair making it look presentable. “Ahh, you’re so perfect” he said picking me up “Benedict stop!” I giggled as he held me in his arms “mwah” he said as he kissed me.

We spent the reminder of our time cuddling together as Benedict sketched, we both looked up as we heard the door open “oh well I see you two are comfortable” Anthony said smiling as the rest of the family came into the room. Violet smiled at us before settling down a tone of the tables “Well I have announcement to make” Benedict said smiling at me, my mouth opened in shock as I knew what he was going to say “me and y/n are getting married” “what?!” Eloise said in shock “Well it makes sense but out of nowhere?” She added “Thank god” Violet exclaimed coming to my side “I thought you guys would never find out that you liked each other” Anthony said chuckling. “It’s unexpected yes, but I think it’s the right choice” I said smiling at Benedict as I placed my hand on his chest. “Oh! Does that mean that y/n is going to be like a sister to me?” Hyacinth exclaimed happily “Yes, we’ll be even closer than we are now” I said hugging her side. “Looks like we have a wedding to plan than” Daphne sighed. _______________________________________________

[ijustwant2write]

A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)

(GIF credit to @aryaofoldstones​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! I saw your looking for Bridgerton requests, I would love some Benedict x Eloise sibling fluff! They have such a good dynamic in the show and I need more’

(I wouldn’t mind making another part of this if people want it tbh)

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

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Eloise’s gloved hands clung onto her book as she and her family arrived at yet another social event, a ball once again. Her mama had ensured she was dressed to catch the eyes of men, and Eloise knew that meant there would be no room for intelligent conversation. With Daphne now married to the Duke, Eloise had more pressure on her shoulders than she imagined, having to find a suitor of similar standards. However, it wasn’t just her on the market, her brothers were too, especially Benedict (Violet knew it would be extremely difficult to marry off Anthony first, opting for the second eldest son).

Eloise smiled whenever her mama looked her way, though it quickly disappeared once she turned around. Benedict had been instructed to escort her sister around the ball to help seek out suitors, the men knew each other or something about someone; he could help her meet the right one.

“I cannot believe I am here.” Eloise moaned as she looped her arm through her brothers.

“Believe me sister, I do not wish to be here either.”

“Why must you parade me around like a horse at a dressage in order to find a new owner?” Eloise kept catching the men’s gazes, turning up her nose in disgust.

“So dramatic.” he chuckled.

She scoffed.“Well, if you’re going to advise me on who I should be marrying, I shall do the same for you. Now let’s see...”

Eloise looked around the room at all the women, wondering who would be the best match for her brother. Most of these women had no personalities, relying on their outfits to express themselves. Eloise knew of some ladies that were nice, though had nothing in common with her brother.

Eloise shrugged, tugging on her brother’s arm towards the door.“Ah, there’s no one here for us. Let us make haste and leave-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Benedict pulled her back,“we have been strictly told to stay for the night, even if it is just to socialise and...get our names out there.”

Eloise groaned a little too loudly, Ben ducking his head in embarrassment.“How long do these balls go on for?”

“I have never stayed for the full duration.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear.”

Benedict glanced down at her, somehow only just realising that Eloise had brought a book with her.“Is that book sewed to your hand sister?”

“I brought it just in case I became bored. Which I am already.”

“I shall go and grab us some refreshments. Might as well enjoy them whilst we’re here.”

Eloise let her brother slip away, quickly finding a hiding spot by leaning up against a wall, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds. She opened her book, continuing where she left off, happy she brought a pencil to scribble down notes for later. The studying never stopped for Eloise. 

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice interrupted her too soon.

Eloise tried her best to be polite, though her smile came off as sarcastic.“Yes?”

“Sorry,” the woman looked taken back,“I thought you were reading a book that I am reading at the moment, but I was wrong. I’ve disturbed you, I shall leave you alone-”

“Wait,” Eloise had now sparked an interest. No other lady had ever approached her like this,“I don’t mean to be rude. What book had you expected?”

“It’s oh so obvious, but I’ve been reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s the newest book out at the moment, and my mama lets me read it seeing as it involves a woman finding someone to marry. Although, it’s definitely about something deeper, that’s just what I told her.”

“I don’t indulge in romantic novels myself, but I am glad to hear of a female author selling her work.”

“It’s fantastic. And it’s nice to be able to read something without it being snatched out of my hands. Oh, where are my manners? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Sorry, I’ve been dancing with men all night and none of the conversations have been as riveting as this so far.”

“Why am I not surprised?” they both laughed.“I’m Eloise Bridgerton.”

(Y/N) tried to not show her shock when she heard the surname. They were only the most talked about family, her mama had gone on and on about them, especially when Lady Whistledown mentioned them in her writings. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Might I ask what it is that you are reading?”

“It is to do with my studies. I truly hate these events, so I thought I would ensure my mind was being worked properly.” Eloise realised that could come off as rude, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment.“I did not mean to offend you by that.”

“It really isn’t any bother.” (Y/N) giggled.“I rather enjoy these just for the dancing and drinks, I find promenading to be more successful in finding a suitor. Though I would much rather sneak off and see if I can get a few more pages in of a book I shouldn’t be reading.”

“Eloise, why must you go wondering off like that...” Benedict’s words trailed off as he approached his sister, spotting a beautiful woman stood by her.

Eloise’s eyes flickered between the two, and she smiled when she saw the adoration in her brother’s eyes. Cheekily taking the two glasses from his hands, she passed one to (Y/N), who awkwardly took it. (Y/N) had gazed upon the Bridgerton men in passing, they were very nice to look at. Of course, she never divulged in any fantasies about them, that would be silly. But seeing one in front of her had taken her breath away.

“Thank you brother.” Eloise said, taking a sip.“This is Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a new friend of mine.”

He gently took her free hand in his, bending forwards slightly to kiss it. (Y/N) had this done to her many times, but this was different. Benedict made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Eloise could tell her mama was going to love this.

She cleared her throat.“We were just speaking of art, actually.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows.“We were talking about books.”

“I was about to move the topic along.”

“What kind of art would that be then?” Benedict asked, knowing what game his sister was playing. 

“The...drawing, kind.”

“Isn’t all art drawn?”

“No, it is also painted.”

“I think artists may sketch out a rough idea before painting.”

“Well you would know brother, seeing as you yourself are an artist.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“You paint, Lord Bridgerton?” (Y/N) asked.

“Ah, yes, and I sketch.” he hoped his cheeks weren’t turning red. 

“Anything in particular?”

“Mostly people.”

“Are you both attending the art exhibition my family are holding next week?”

“That’s your families’ exhibit?” Benedict became excited.

“Yes, my father collects a lot of art work. Then mother realised she could make a social event out of it, but at least everyone will be able to admire the work.”

“Would you believe it, we already have it noted down in our social calendar!” Eloise informed (Y/N). Benedict could sense her over-reacting, trying to keep a smile as (Y/N)’s face lit up in excitement. 

“Perfect!” (Y/N) looked back up at Ben, making him stand a little taller.“It will be nice to have someone there who knows about the artwork. It will make for an interesting conversation. Just don’t let my father lecture you, he will talk for far too long! And I know you will be too polite to try and get away.”

“My brother is very polite.” Eloise said.“In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t-”

“Excuse me for the intrusion,” a young man said from beside (Y/N),“but I was wondering if we could resume our dance lady (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) was smiling, but Eloise knew that look; it was the face women made when a man who made them uncomfortable approached, but they had to remain ladylike and polite.

“Actually my brother just asked her and she said yes. You two best make your way to the floor before the music starts again.” Eloise nudged her brother.

Benedict was confused at his sisters offer, until he locked eyes with (Y/N) again. They were pleading him to sweep her away, she was even leaning away from this man. He had been disrespectful in some way, and he wasn’t letting (Y/N) go through that again (despite only knowing the girl for a few minutes). He smugly smiled at the man, holding out his arm which (Y/N) took a little too quickly. Eloise was happy with herself as the pair walked off, sending the man a death glare when he asked her to dance instead. Once he left, her eyes went back to find her brother, who was already dancing with (Y/N), both smiling and laughing. Her mama was going to be ecstatic about this. 

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Eloise sat in the drawing room, obviously lounging with a book. Her younger siblings were being irritating as usual, running around her in circles. Before they arrived, she had peace. Eloise wanted a few moments alone, because she knew her mama would be bursting with questions about the night before.

“Ah, there you are.” Violet said as she walked in.

The book flopped into Eloise’s lap, a frown on her face. There goes her reading time.

“So, how was last night? Did you meet anyone?” her mama sat beside her.“You two, go play outside if you’re going to run around please.”

The children stopped as their mama spoke, sending each other devilish grins before they ran out of the room again, their giggling echoing down the halls. Violet went to shout after them, but decided to leave it be, there were more pressing matters.

“Well mama, do you see any suitors?” Eloise gestured around her.

Violet sighed.“Did you even try last night?”

“My life will not be reduced to a single night where I was forced to peacock around in order to please a man.”

“Oh, Eloise, must you make everything so dramatic?”

“Funny, Benedict said the same thing.”

“Actually, where is your brother? I have not seen him all morning.”

“He went out.” Eloise was relieved that the focus would now be off of her.“He’s calling upon a lady.”

Violet’s eyes widened.“What? When? Who?”

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/L/N)? They are quite reputable.”

Eloise rolled her eyes.“Mama, she is a lovely girl. I don’t think you should just judge her on what family she comes from.”

“Oh, so you approve of this girl?”

“I...I mean...Well, I only spoke with her for a mere few minutes.”

“But?”

Eloise let out a huff.“I enjoyed her company. I think Benedict likes her. I didn’t see him for the rest of the night until it was time to leave. He spent all his time with her.”

Violet became overjoyed.“Oh, what marvelous news! I wish he had told me. Do you know what he took to her? Flowers? Food?”

“I have no idea mama. Just wait for his return and he will tell you all the details. I am not a psychic.”

Violet was impatient as she awaited the return of her son. Poor Collin had also been questioned when he showed up in the drawing room, but he had overslept in bed, waking with a terrible headache. It seemed that it was about to come back to him when his mama bombarded him with questions as to why he hadn’t called upon anyone that morning. Eloise kept her giggles quiet, ducking behind her book when Collin sent her daggers.

Poor Benedict had no idea what was in store for him. His cheeks were aching from how much he was smiling. He wasn’t surprised when he arrived at the (Y/L/N)’s house and saw multiple callers for (Y/N). However, jealousy rose inside him when he thought about these men dancing with her, trying to convince her that they were the man to marry. He held a beautiful bouquet of flowers, remembering that (Y/N) had mentioned her favourite the night before. Looking around at any other flowers she received, he was glad to see no other gentleman had chose it. Surely that would show he was listening? He endured sonnets, stories, songs and boasting from the other men, trying not to show his dissatisfaction as each one stepped forward. There was pressure that her parents were there, especially when he realised he was the last gentleman, everyone else had left.

(Y/N) had been incredibly anxious when she saw Benedict that morning. He had been the only man she genuinely smiled at, hoping he came at his own will, not forced by his mama. The night before had been the best ball (Y/N) had ever been to. Benedict was sweet, charming, handsome and interesting. They were able to talk about anything and everything, no small talk involved like all the other men she danced with. He had swooned her, and here he was, calling upon her. 

Back at the Bridgerton house, Violet had not sat down since talking Collin’s ear off. Eloise was still in the drawing room with her, as were her two youngest siblings, munching on biscuits as they threw questions at their mama. She did not have all the answers, sometimes not even hearing them speak for she was too deep in her thoughts. At one point, she did sit, but beside the window, o the lookout for any signs of her son. When a carriage pulled up in front of the house, Violet leapt out of her seat, startling her children. She made a beeline to the door, standing there with her hands clasped together. When Benedict walked in, he too flinched, not expecting his mama to be there.

“Mama, how long have you been stood there?” Benedict asked as he walked past her, pinching a biscuit from his brother’s plate.

“She’s been waiting for you.” Eloise explained, also excited to hear about his calling.

“I hope you sat down at some point.” he joked, sitting beside Eloise and slouching.

Violet hurried to sit on the sofa across him.“You didn’t tell me you were calling on a lady this morning.”

“Well, we got back late from the ball yesterday evening, and I had to leave early to ensure I got there in good time. Though it seemed every other man thought that too.”

“There were many men there?” 

“Yes, quite a few.”

Eloise straightened up at her brother’s grumpy expression.“You really like her!”

“How wonderful!” Violet gushed. 

“Do not get ahead of yourselves.”

“But you do, don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t have called on her.”

Ben was lost for words. He couldn’t argue with that, and he did like seeing his mama happy.“Yes, yes I do. And it would seem she reciprocates the feelings.”

“This is such good news! I must see what our social calendar looks like, we must ensure you two spend time together.”

“Actually mama-” Eloise went to tell her about the art exhibit until Ben interrupted.

“Good idea mama.” he nodded, smiling at her as she walked away, a spring in her step. Once she was gone, he let out a big breath.“I just needed a moment without questions from her.”

“Well, you’re going to have questions from me.” Eloise angled her body to face him, her elbow perched on the sofa with her face resting in her hand.“I didn’t think you were going to call upon her. Are my match making skills really that good?”

“I hate to admit it, but yes, you have done an excellent job.” Benedict felt relaxed thinking about (Y/N).

“So, what happened this morning?”

“I took her flowers, she told me her favourites last night, and then I had to sit there whilst her other gentleman callers desperately tried to impress her. It was agony! Finally I was able to have time with her, and it was just...I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Did you bring her anything else?”

Benedict became bashful.“I brought her a sketchbook, like the one I have. She mentioned how she used to often sketch when she was younger. I thought it would be a unique gift.”

“Benedict, you truly are a romantic at heart.”

“For her I am, yes.”

Eloise smiled for her brother, until a smirk fell on his face.“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Aw, is someone also a secret romantic?”

“No!” Eloise protested, quickly grabbing her book again.“I am just happy you found someone.”

“And you helped, because you secretly want everyone to find someone.”

“No I don’t! You’re ruining this moment now Benedict.”

“Don’t worry Eloise, you’ll find someone.” Ben joked.

She groaned.“You are insufferable...but I still want to go to that art exhibit.”

“To see love bloom?”

“N-no, to see the art work.”

“Of course, of course. But, thank you Eloise.”

She tried not to smile, but couldn’t help it.“You’re welcome.”

[idy-ll-ique]

The Perfect Wingman.

Pairing: Single Dad!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood

Requested: Nope

Summary: Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son, is the perfect matchmaker (with the help of Uncle Anthony, of course!)

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Another matchmaker fic lmao there's just something about that trope where kids play matchmaker for adults that's just... 💞 anyway enjoy!

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"Buddy! Hi!"

Y/N glanced at Chris Evans as her boss spoke to her, seeing him running towards somebody. After her boss left, she turned around and smiled when she saw him chatting with Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son. The kid was literally sunshine in a bottle, making everyone around him happy. Guess that's another thing he got from his father.

Aside from looks.

Then she looked around, but couldn't see Sebastian anywhere. "Boo!" Startled, Y/N screamed and held a hand over her chest as she whirled around to see Sebastian doubled over in laughter behind her, clutching his stomach. "Oh my God!" she groaned as several heads turned to her at her scream. "You should've seen your face," Sebastian wheezed.

Y/N pouted at him and swatted his chest. "I could've had a heart attack!" Y/N wasn't an actress, she was just an assistant on set. Her only work was to make sure that all the actors on set were hydrated, which in turn led to her becoming good friends with all of them. They were all very friendly people, the Marvel cast. "But you didn't. Felix!" Sebastian called out and his son looked up.

Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, Felix jumped into his father's open arms, giggling. Y/N watched them with a smile on her face; Sebastian was a great father. "Meet Y/N," Sebastian introduced her and she waved at the kid. "Hi Felix," she grinned but Felix was mesmerized. Wow, she's so beautiful.

He simply blinked at her a few times, his jaw dropped. Y/N raised a questioning but amused brow at him, her eyes flickering to Sebastian who was watching his son with an exasperated look on his face, all too aware of his shenanigans. She laughed at Sebastian's expression and Felix snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his arms and leaned forward; a silent request of please pick me up.

Y/N gathered him in her arms, his tiny arms going around her neck as she held him on her hip. "Hello!" He had surprisingly clear speech, he did not mispronounce his L's and R's much. "Hi! How are you today? Enjoying yourself?" Felix nodded excitedly. "Yes!" Sebastian simply watched them with a soft smile as the girl he fancied talked to his son.

Sebastian had had a crush on Y/N ever since they began filming, and at this point, 4 months later, the only person who was oblivious to his feelings was Y/N. Everyone knew, and everyone heartily teased him for it. He had always wanted to ask her out; seeing his son get along so well with her only fueled his feelings. "Are you… are you an actwess too, Y/N?"

"No, darling, I'm a helping hand. I help everyone stay hydrated."

"What does that mean?"

"I give everyone water when they ask for it," she explained and Felix nodded, eyes the same colour as Sebastian's blinking at her in wonder. "Water is impowtant," Felix stated matter-of-factly making Y/N giggle. Felix decided he wanted to hear that sound much more frequently. "Felix! Is that you?!" Y/N, Felix and Sebastian turned to see Anthony making his way towards them.

"Uncle Anthony!" Felix squealed and Y/N put him down on his feet, smiling at the way he ran to Anthony Mackie. "Your son is so cute," she commented, turning to Sebastian only to see him already staring at her, a soft smile on his face. "It seems as though he has taken a liking to you. I wouldn't blame him." Y/N rolled her eyes at his flirting but blushed.

He did flirt with her a lot, but come on, that was just a part of his personality. Surely he didn't have feelings for her, he couldn't. Oh but he did; very strong feelings, on top of that. "Cheesy," she jabbed back and Sebastian clutched his chest with a pretend hurt look on his face. "You wound me," he pouted and Y/N grinned at him.

What they didn't see was Felix and Anthony staring at them, eyebrows raised in an identical manner. "Uncle Anthony, can I ask you something?" Anthony smirked but nodded. "Does papa… does papa love Y/N?" Anthony laughed loudly, realising that the adorable kid was the perfect wingman for Y/N and Sebastian. So he said, "Yes, yes he does."

"She is really pwetty…" Felix confessed, his own cheeks turning pink. "Aw, look who's blushing," Anthony teased, pinching his little cheeks. Felix blushed more and slapped his hands away, pouting. "Do you want your papa to go on a date with Y/N?" Anthony asked the child. Felix thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. If he likes her, he should just tell her!" Oh, bless his innocent heart. If only it were that easy in real life. "He will ask her soon, we'll make sure of it. Here's what you can do to help…"

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2 months had passed since Felix visited the sets and Sebastian was getting impatient. If you thought his flirting was too much then, you should see him now. He flirted with her every chance he got but Y/N used to brush him off each time; he possibly couldn't be genuinely interested in her. She didn't think herself to be worthy of his affections, so, as much as she liked his flirting, she never reciprocated.

As Y/N gathered a few bottles of water in her arms, she heard a screech behind her. "Y/N!" Smiling, she turned, dramatically faking an 'oof' as a tiny body collided with her legs. "Felix, honey, hi! Didn't expect you to visit the sets today," she grinned as Felix let go, smiling broadly up at her.

"His babysitter couldn't make it, had to bring him down."

Her smile turned nervous as she saw the father of the cute kid walking towards her, a suave smile plastered on his face. "That's okay, papa, I can just hang out with Y/N!" Felix assured him before frowning at the dozens of bottles in her arms. "Do you need help?" Ah, ever the gentleman. One more thing he gets from his dad.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," she cooed as she handed him two bottles. It wasn't much, but seriously, how much could a little child carry? That was enough for him. "Can you go give these to Scarlett and Chris?" she requested, pointing to the spot where Scarlett Johansson and Chris Hemsworth were standing. "Okay, Y/N!"

She grinned when he left. "Seriously, how did you manage to birth the most perfect kid in the world?" she commented, turning to Sebastian. "Look at me," he said unabashedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "Seb," she huffed and nudged him, raising her eyebrows in shock when he took the bottles from her arms. "I have some time before my next scene."

"That's my job—"

"Nope, can't have you carrying all these bottles, sweetheart. What if you drop them?" She pouted as she followed him through the busy set. "Do you think I'm clumsy?" He glanced at her, worried that he actually offended her, but smiled when he saw her playful look. "Nope, but I don't want you to trip over the fallen bottles and hurt yourself."

"Now that was a good line," she whistled and Sebastian laughed. As Sebastian and Y/N chatted more, they heard a loud wail coming from a few feet away. Freezing up, both of them turned to see Felix sitting on the floor, surrounded by Elizabeth Olsen and Chris Evans as he moaned in pain. Y/N's eyes went wide with fear when she saw the cut on his knee.

Talk about hurting oneself...

Forgetting the world around her, she quickly rushed to the child, Sebastian hot on her heels. "Bub, stop crying," Chris tried but Felix wouldn't listen. The moment he saw Y/N, though, his tears ceased. "Y/N," he whimpered and reached towards her, finally content when she took him in her arms. "Oh, honey bun, you'll be okay," she whispered, kissing his forehead.

"It hurts," Felix insisted. "I know, darling, let's patch you up." Without any word to anyone, Y/N led him away from the crowd, sitting him down on one of the chairs littered across the place. Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth watched her; Chris and Lizzie were smirking but Sebastian was beyond shocked. The worry on her face the moment she found out he was hurt, the way she cradled him…

The way his son had stopped crying when he saw her, as if she were his mother. The way he reached out to her instead of him. "Just ask her out, pal, look at her. She's perfect for you. And for Felix," Chris told him, patting him on the back before leaving with Elizabeth.

Sebastian stayed where he was for a few more minutes, heart racing and mind in an overdrive, watching as Y/N took care of Felix. Be mine, please.

"All okay, bub?" Y/N crooned as she tied a bandage on his knee after cleaning the blood off. "Thank you, Y/N!" Felix threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her neck, smiling widely. Y/N returned the hug ardently, rubbing his back. "Felix?" Felix looked over Y/N's shoulder to see his dad standing there, a small smile on his face. "Papa!"

He made no point in moving out of Y/N's arms and Sebastian took the hint, merely ruffling the boy's hair. "You doing okay? Y/N take care of the boo-boo?" Felix nodded eagerly. "It doesn't even hurt now," he said proudly and Sebastian smiled. "Did you say thank you?" "He did, Sebastian," Y/N assured him.

"I wish Y/N took care of my boo-boos all the time!" Felix pouted. Sebastian froze again, his eyes darting to Y/N when he saw her stiffen. "How is that possible, sugar?" Y/N joked nervously as she stood up, Felix still in her arms, holding him on her hip like before. "Papa can date you! And then you can get married and then you'll be my mama and then you'll take care of all my boo-boos!"

Sebastian and Y/N stared at each other as Felix innocently looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face. "M-Married? Bubba, I don't think your papa likes me in that way…" Sebastian suddenly found his voice. How dare she? "Y/N, I do like you, why do you think I flirt with you all the time?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Wait, I thought you were joking—"

"I wasn't. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Sebastian, I-I… I'll be honored."

"Oh please, iubi, the honor's all mine," he chuckled and, not caring about who was watching (including his own son), leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered at the term of endearment as she kissed him back. Felix groaned loudly in Y/N's arms, covering his eyes. "Yucky!"

Sebastian and Y/N had to break the kiss because they laughed too hard. Felix slid down Y/N's arms and ran towards Anthony, who was watching them with a small smile, proud of his best friend for finally making a move on the woman he liked. Anthony smirked when the pipsqueak stopped next to him. "Good job, bud."

"Thank you, Uncle Anthony." And Felix gagged again as he and Anthony turned to Sebastian and Y/N, only to see them in another liplock.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed, reblogs will be accepted and appreciated too <3

[viscountessevie]

Kiddo FCs for me:

Edmund: Kate goes into labour two weeks early when Anthony is in Parliament and he gets a message from Violet to come quickly. He just up and leaves, knocking a few people out of his way, races home on a horseback. Violet is there with her but Kate's in a lot of pain and screming for Anthony. When Anthony reaches home he just takes off his coat, rushes in, rolls up his sleeves and goes to sit behind Kate. Kate's leaning on him and they hold hands while she struggles to bring their child into this world. And obviously they cry when they hold Neddy. And everyone is waiting for news and rushes over to meet the newest Bridgerton and Violet cries when she hears his name from Anthony. Her baby now has a baby of his own. He's a sweet boy and he wants to be like his papa but is also wise and patient like Kate. He worships his parents and is their number one champion. Also since he's grown up in a home filled with love, he'll only settle for a love match in the future.

Miles/baby named after Kate's appa (season 4): Comes easier than Neddy but Anthony is taking no chances and wants to be there for the birth again. Of course Anthony refuses to leave Kate's side this time and is at home throughout her last few days of confinement. They are both better prepared for this one. Neddy is waiting with granny Violet and aunt Hyacinth. When he goes to meet his new brother, he runs up to his mama and asks if she's okay and if she was in a lot of pain. And he swears to protect his baby brother because he's the first born of two first borns duh. Miles is a funny baby, he sleeps and cries a lot but he always calms down near his mama, papa or Neddy. Sophie and Gregory are his favourites. Also, he's totally mama's boy.

Charlotte/baby named after Kate's amma (season 6): The easiest birth by far for the most demanding baby. This one is a total hellion like Kate and is stubborn af. She wants all the attention and the good thing is she gets it from her dad and her two older brothers who are even more protective that Anthony or Kate ever were. She's going to give Anthony a lot of grey hairs when she grows up to be the most beautiful woman anyone has ever seen but her parents are proud of how strong, smart and loyal she is. She loves her uncle Michael and is best friends with little Violet.

Oops baby girl/don't know if they'll name her after Mary (season 8): The sweetest little girl to ever exist. Her birth was the most difficult and Anthony cried for days because he really thought he was going to lose either Kate or this perfect little angel. She's everyone's baby now, people literally have her in their arms all the time, she's never put in her bassinet or cradle. And her favourite person in the world is her papa. She has Anthony wrapped around her little finger and she knows it too. She's also the kindest of the lot and reminds Kate so much of her appa!

Related to this ask and this was the essay in question ahaha.

Also I got a request to do Kathony Pregnancy HCs a while ago and that can be found here! Just for this ask and your brilliant writing, I'm going to call you Writer ✍️ Anon.

I mostly wrote about cravings and how Anthony and the kiddos interact with Kate while she's pregnant. I love all the extra details you've given here. Honestly I agree with most of them in terms of the pregnancies!

As for who they are as people, I've been reading so much of @hptriviachamp Trivia's Next Gen HCs and The Courtship of Charlotte Bridgerton series that it has become canon to me. So I do have to disagree with most of these HCs but you’re still valid for how you view the kiddos. 

My read is basically on who they are in the birth order as well as agreeing with Triv’s assessments of their love lives. There are some bits that diverge and that’s what I’m going to talk about here [Under the cut cos it got long lmao]: 

Edmund: 

As much as Kathony tries to raise him to feel loved and like he doesn’t need to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, he is still a first born and we’re all fucked up. We are after all the test children lmao and Kathony isn’t immune to making mistakes raising their kiddos. He wouldn’t feel as responsibility ridden as his parents did because he wasn’t parentified after losing one of them like they were but he is still very protective and feels responsible for his siblings. He’s also very eager for his title and responsibilities as a future Viscount. So personally, I think he is kind of a stiff always trying to be the ‘perfect’ Viscount 

And I agree with Triv that Anthony would go easy on him so as to not repeat history with having Neddy grow up too fast but Edmund sees it as his dad not trusting him to take over from him so cue Daddy Issues. He just wants to impress his parents and society, it takes a toll on him tbh. As far as love matches go, while he believes in it because of his parents I think kind of like me he initially ends up with a highly romanticised version of what love should be and has a lot of failed romances in his early seasons and as he hits his late 20s, he starts going for the older women and men - yes our boy is bi as fuck. 

This HC is fully credited to Triv but yeah I can definitely see him settling with an older woman, a widow and adopting her child. 

Miles or as I like to call him Madhavan: 

UO: I’ve hated the name Miles for Miles because it sounds so modern and just doesn’t seem to fit him as a name itself. So I’m taking this opportunity to rename him Madhavan after my HC for Kate’s dad’s name in the show is Madhavan (my usual go to name for him is Thaman but I wanted something close to Miles). 

Anyways he goes by Madha and this is where my HCs differ from Triv. I think he’s a PEAK middle child. While Kathony does their best with all the kiddos, I think Miles just tends to be overlooked at times solely because he liked to keep to himself as a kid and is more quiet (kinda like Frannie) so they think he’s independant and leaves him to his own devices. But he ends up feeling isolated in his own family so in his teens to young adulthood, he starts kicking up a fuss to get his parents’ attention. Boy definitely had a scandal or two. Eventually after talking it through with his parents, he mellows out. Meets a girl who actually sees him for who he is and they settled down with your usual picket fence. Most likely the only one of the Kathonys to have a couple of kids - maybe 3.

Charlotte/Charithra: 

So I adore her name but I despise the new Show!HC popping up that she might get named after Queen Charlotte rather than Kate’s mom so I AM REJECTING that energy. I’ve flipped flopped a couple of times on what her mom’s name would have been and it was always Chandra/Chandri/Charithra. Chandra sounded too old, Chandri was after my aunt but I didn’t like how it ended with an ‘i’ it looks like an incomplete name when written down lmao. And I think Charithra is a very pretty name and it also starts with Char like Charlotte tho I’d like to think Show!Charithra goes by Chari. 

So while I love Triv’s fic and her interpretation of Charlotte, I think Chari would be pretty different. Yes, she is another middle child and is discreet - I agree with Triv on that front but I think while she does go by the book in some aspect she is still an middle child and always needs to make her presence known. I think like Kate, she would be a very formidable and intimidating deb, she’s more subtle with her digs than her mom was. Definitely pansexual and has shacked it up with almost everyone in her season. Tbh, I don’t think she’d get married, I think she likes having her independence. I think she’d eventually retire to the country with her girlfriend - maybe they have the occasional boy toy here and there. 

Mary: 

She is BABY!! And OF COURSE she’s still getting named Mary, fuck the show canon, Mary is a present and loving step parent and the best of us. Kate is going to honour ALL THREE of her parents with her kiddos. 

Anyways like Triv said, Mary is Kate 2.0 a whole ass menace and while Kate was a little beaten down as the Eldest, Mary never had that responsibility and is PEAK youngest child. She constantly reads all the men for filth and is more direct than Chari is. Also she’s a funky little lesbian. The GC’s talked about this before but omg a lesbian version of Persuasion with Mary would be PEAK romance. But yeah she has this angsty romance with her wife before they get together and her wife is the only one who can get her to chill out a little but again she’s Mary and Kathony’s kid - she has no chill. Like Charlotte, she isn’t that interested in kids and can’t have them anyways being a lesbian and all and neither of them want to fuck a dude just to get a baby so they are the funky lesbian aunts who love treating their nieces and nephews.

As for family connections (lmao can’t believe I missed out that part of your ask til I read back everything): 

I think the Sharma-Bridgerton family are very close knit. While sometimes, they hid away their baggage (see: Edmund thinking his dad doesn’t think he’s worthy of responsibility and bottling up those feelings and Madha feeling isolated and not telling anyone til his shit ends him in hot water of a scandal.), they all do share their stories, days and talk about everything at family dinner. That being said with the siblings, I think Edmund and Mary would be really close (a lot of the eldest-youngest sibs are very close I wish I had that *cries*) while Madha and Chari are two sides of the same Middle Child Coin. 

I don’t necessarily think they default to Mama’s Boys and Daddy’s Girls and love their parents equally but there is a small preference and it’s alternating - so Edmund is PEAK Daddy’s Boy kinda like how Anthony was with Edmund I himself. Madha is close with Kate and goes to her first about feeling left out and looked over and she totally gets it cos we all saw how London treated her. Charlotte is PEAK Daddy’s Girl and his Princess because she was the only girl for the longest time and she had him wrapped around his finger since Day 1. Mary being Kate 2.0, definitely adores and idolises her mom and much like Edmund trying to be like his dad, Mary emulates her mom very often - albeit she’s more unhinged than Kate. 

As for the Cousins & Aunt/Uncles: 

So my personal HC is that Saphne, Kathony and Benophie are all very close because they all got married back to back and Simon, Anthony and Benedict are all buddies while Kate and Sophie are besties - Daph is close to them too but the sisters-in-laws have a closer bond since they are the only ones for the first decade. Then when John and Michael marry in, they are also close to Kathony because of Frannie (my personal HC is that Anthony and Frannie are the closest and she’s his fave sister). 

In that vein all four of these couples’ kids would be close and besties.  Solely based on age, I’d pair the following dynamics:  - Edmund, Belinda (both 1815), Amelia (1814), Caroline (1816) - Madha, David (1817) and Charles (1818) get up to alot of hijinks - Charlotte, William (1822), Alexander (1820), & Violet (1824) - also of course Saphne’s ABC are there to be older sisters to Charlotte and Violet its a vibe - Mary and the other babies, Edward, John and Janet. 

Bonus HC: Edmund unwittingly forms a group of all the first borns and get together weekly to snark about their annoying younger siblings lmao.

That’s my take on the Next Gen! Thanks for this ask Writer ✍️ Anon - can’t wait for your future ones ehehe

Send Me Your Kathony HCs/Thoughts/S3 Theories

[rubysunnday]

orion and pleiades

Request by Anon - prompt #2 just screams Colin Bridgerton to me “Don’t say a word, just dance with me.”

A/N: I hope this is alright, anon! These requests (and the few in my inbox) will probably be the last few I write for sometime x

Colin was enjoying himself.

He’d found a nice spot in the far corner of the ballroom where he could drink and watch the dancing without being cornered by the mamas and ladies. Anthony and Benedict had been apprehended by their mother and were currently being paraded around the room like dresses in the modiste. Colin was trying not to take too much pleasure in the discomfort of his brothers but it was actually a very difficult task.

Benedict kept sending him glares and looks of hope at being rescued but Colin was strategically ignoring him. 

Penelope Featherington weaved through the crowd, in the direction of what Colin had named ‘Colin’s corner’.

“You alright, Pen?” Colin asked as Penelope walked up to his corner.

“Mmhmm,” Penelope hummed, nodding as she poured herself a drink. “Why do you look so pleased with yourself?” She asked, side-eyeing Colin suspiciously.

“My mother has accosted Anthony and Benedict,” Colin said, chuckling as Penelope glanced over at where his brothers were and tried not to laugh.

“I feel for them,” she said. “Mama has just dragged me around the ballroom for most of the night.” Penelope paused. “Have you seen Y/N at all tonight?”

Colin shook his head. “No. She said she was coming, however. Perhaps she’s been held up.”

“Or perhaps she’s running in your direction right now?” Penelope suggested, gesturing to the left.

Colin turned and saw Y/N running towards him, looking increasingly panicked.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” He asked as she all but collided into him. He caught her by the arms and caught her as she skidded to a sudden halt, her balance off by her sudden halt.

Y/N grabbed his hands. “Don’t say a word, just dance with me,” she said, dragging him towards the dance floor.

Colin let himself be dragged through the crowd and, to his credit, said nothing. He noticed that Y/N didn’t relax until they were well ensconced in the middle of the crowd and were well into the dance.

“Do I get the pleasure of discovering why I was accosted and dragged onto the floor?” Colin asked, his eyes glinting with delight as Y/N groaned and dropped her head onto his shoulder.

“My mother,” she said, dragging out the last word to add more emphasis. “I have been dragged around this room all night, being forced upon every single eligible man within a five mile vicinity - including your brothers.”

“That would have been the highlight of the evening for them, I guarantee you, Y/N,” Colin laughed. “There are far worse people they could’ve had forced upon them.”

“Including Philippa Featherington? Because I saw Anthony dancing with her when I was trying to escape my mother’s clutches.” Y/N looked at Colin’s terrified expression and giggled. “The terror on behalf of your brother is very amusing, Colin.”

Colin twirled Y/N and then dipped her. “What can I saw, I know how my fellow soldier feels.”

Y/N laughed and the sound was like music to Colin’s ears. “Are we really that bad?” 

“Your mothers are,” Colin replied. “The ladies... depends. You, Miss Y/L/N, are a goddess.”

“Do I have a halo?” Y/N asked, letting Colin lift her up. 

“A beautiful, sparkly, golden one,” he replied. “And a beam of sunlight follows you everywhere you go, lighting up the entire room.” 

Y/N smiled, entirely unfazed by the shower of compliments. “Ok, what do you want?”

“Nothing!”

“Colin, you only ever compliment me when you want something,” Y/N replied, giving him a raise of her eyebrows and an unconvinced stare. “So, what is it?”

“Well, I did save you from your mother by dancing with you,” Colin countered, realising he had leverage against her.

Y/N paused and sighed, cursing softly. Colin heard her curse and, whilst his eyes widened, he just snorted. He'd grown use to hearing her curse, even if it was extremely un-ladylike. 

Y/N was just like his sister, Eloise - a woman who didn’t conform to society and didn’t, particularly, care what people thought of her. Colin liked her for her honesty and for the fact she didn’t spend the balls sucking up to men and pretending to be something she wasn't.

“Ok, fine,” Y/N said and Colin blinked, trying to remember what they’d been talking about moments earlier. “I owe you. What do you want?”

Colin smirked. “For you to be glued to my side the entire night.”

Y/N stopped dancing for a split second. “Have you been talking to Hyacinth?”

“No, why?”

“Because the girl is obsessed with the word glue and all connotations that go with it,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. “Glueee. Anyway, so, my challenge is to not leave your side, is that it?”

“Well, it’ll keep my mother off my back,” Colin said, smiling. 

“Oh, and here I thought you just enjoyed my company, Colin,” Y/N said, pouting. 

The dance came to a grand finish and Colin bowed to Y/N as she curtsied to him. 

“So, glue,” she said, grabbing his arm and allowing him to lead her off the dance floor. “What, precisely, does being glue entail?” 

“Oh... well, it mainly entails not leaving me alone with my mother,” Colin replied, leading them over to where Anthony and Benedict were hiding from Violet. 

“Well, there’s all sorts of things I could do to be glued to your side all evening,” Y/N said, making great effort into looking like she was thinking hard. “I could fake swoon -”

“We both know you’re better than that -”

“ - I could take you for a turn around the room -” 

“Please don’t -”

Y/N stopped, turned, and looked up at him. “Or, I could just say I twisted my ankle dancing with you and since you feel like it was your fault, you don’t want to leave me alone and that my wellbeing is your top priority.” 

Colin raised his eyebrows. He’d known Y/N for many years and also knew when he teasing was also partly true. “Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Did you twist your ankle?”

Y/N avoid his gaze. “No.”

“Y/N.”

“Ok, I rolled it a bit,” she said, meeting his gaze. “It was when I ran into you, I had a little too much momentum and went over on it.”

“Of course you did,” Colin muttered. “Come on then, my little invalid, let’s sit you down.”

“I’m not a child, Colin,” Y/N grumbled. 

Despite her complaint, however, she still allowed him to guide her across the room and to the safety of the terrace outside. 

It was a beautiful evening and the stars were visible up above. Y/N sat down on a nearby bench and tilted her head up at the sky, her hair falling over the edge of the bench the further she titled her head. 

“I wish we could see the stars from London,” she said softly. 

Colin sat down next to her - his leg brushing hers. “Have you ever heard the tale of Orion?”

Y/N turned her head to look at him, eyes filled with curiosity. “No.”

Colin smiled and looked at her. “Well, as the legend goes, Orion was a great hunter who fell in love with the seven sisters.” Colin put his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and took her hand. “He was after them for twelve years. For twelve, long years, he chased after these sisters, trying to gain their favour and affection, However, Zeus, king of the gods, found out about Orion chasing after them and turned all of them into stars.”

Y/N was too enamoured with the story and looking at Colin’s beautiful face to sat anything.

“Orion can chase the Pleiades - the seven sisters - forever, but he can never catch them. He'll follow them across the sky and beyond the horizon in his attempt to catch them.”

Y/N smiled softly at him. “Well, isn’t it a good job I don’t have any sisters, then?”

Colin chuckled. “Isn’t a good job we’re allowed to be together.”

Y/N said nothing. She smiled and felt her cheeks grow hotter. “Colin -”

Colin leant forward and kissed her on the lips. He moved back, shot her a beautiful, mischievous smile, and then kissed her on the cheek. 

Colin stood up and sighed. “I’m hungry,” he announced to no one in particular. 

Y/N tried not to glare at him as she stood up. She huffed out a laugh and followed after him. “Colin, if all the food in the world was turned into stars, you would turn into one and follow it all around the skies.”

Colin paused and turned to look at her. “If you turned into a star, dear Y/N/N, I would follow you no matter where you went.”

[newtonsheffield]

Please please write a soulmate au I'm not I've even seen one for Kathony ever and I need it!

Okay, but here’s what I’ve been pestering @aspoonfuloffiction with for the last 30 minutes.

Anthony realises when he’s 6 years old, that the tips of his fingers are bright blue and he cries out in surprise, running to his papa, who chuckles, grinning at his wife.

“Someone’s other half has snuck into their Papa’s inkwell.”

And that’s when he learns, about soulmates, bonded pairs, rare in their society to find one’s other half. Like his Mama and Papa. Meant to be.

So he starts writing, little notes: to a girl named Kate. Kate who writes to him in a few different languages, English, shaky French, German he thinks, and some languages in a script his father says are from India.

She tells him about herself. She has a Papa, and a Mama, and a little sister she calls Edwina. She likes to ride horses, and archery and she likes reading books to her sister. And everything about her makes him smile. She has dark hair, that she bemoans when she turns 14 curls far too much, and dark eyes, and Anthony feels a little tug in his chest when she talks of her disdain for marriages built on good breeding and nothing more. Not like them. Not like how they love one another.

He tells her of himself. Of his own Mama and Papa, of the things he learns at Eton, of his brothers and sisters. And how he has brown hair, and brown eyes and how he thinks curly hair sounds very nice. And how one day, one day he’s coming to find her. And they’ll be together.

Until his father drops dead in front of him and that night he pens his last message

My Papa is gone. And now I have no one.

Because he sees what this is doing to his mother, to have lost the other half of herself, and he could never do that to Kate.

I’m so sorry, Anthony. But you still have me, and one day, when we can be together, we’ll be together always.

And the only thing he can respond with is I love you, I’m sorry.

Kate writes to him, still, but he can never bring himself to respond. And the messages dwindle, until they disappear all together.

But Anthony never forgets, the woman across the ocean who would understand him more than anyone, who was meant to be with him. Thinks about her every day, until a woman thunders across his path early one morning, her beautiful face lit in the early morning and he feels such a tug when she laughs at him, but it can’t be her.

He keeps knowing it can’t be her until she calls him to filth on the conservatory terrace, over the beliefs he doesn’t quite hold and as she walks away he knows it’s her.

So that night, he takes out a quill and writes on his arm for the very first time.

Waiting for the familiar itch to start on his skin

But his own message sits there unanswered all night.

Deficient Horseman maybe: but yours nonetheless.

And he thinks maybe he’s wrong. Maybe it was wishful thinking that had brought his Kate across the ocean after all these years. But he waits for her in the woods just in case, his hope dwindling until he hears the thundering of hooves and the most beautiful voice he’s ever heard call out:

“If you’re mine, as you so claim Lord Bridgerton, let’s see if you can best me this morning!”

He can’t.

But two weeks later he’s standing in front of the Mama he’s heard so much about, Lady Mary Sharma, he now knows, Sweat beading on his brow his arm itching with Kate’s writing, perched outside the door he’s sure, trying desperately to ask her for her daughter’s hand. Desperate to shrug off his jacket, pull up his sleeve and read what she’s desperate to tell him.

Lady Mary hums, her eyes flicking over him. “She’s writing to you now, is she not? The two of you are bonded I gather?”

And what can Anthony do but huff, tearing off his jacket, tugging up his sleeve, quickly reading her words before calling out.

“Kate, Darling, she might say yes if you stop interrupting me!”

Her voice laughing back, “Sorry!”

Part 2

[regencyslxt]

To Have and To Hold

1542 words.

Imagine marrying Anthony Bridgerton.

Your wedding day was never something you had imagined a great deal growing up. The fuss made over the simple exchanging of vows didn’t quite appeal to you as much as it did others. Your mother had not married for love, and those around you cared only for a man’s pocket which meant your entire life had been spent readying yourself for a wealthy man’s proposal when it was time for your debut. You had grown up alongside Daphne Bridgerton however, so despite the lack of romance shown in your home, you had been able to witness it through her family and through her relationship with Simon. You would never admit this to her but watching her fall in love with Simon made you wish you had someone to experience that with. You never would have imagined that the man you would be meeting at the end of the aisle would be her eldest brother…

You were currently standing staring at your reflection in the mirror, your gaze making its way over all the intricate details of your wedding gown. Your sleeves were adorned with beads, the bodice was layered with lace and your veil was tucked neatly into the updo you were sporting for the day. Your favourite part though, had to be the blue detailing that scattered down your veil, small clusters of pale blue flowers, made using the fabric from the gloves you had worn on your first outing with Anthony. You had found your something old and something blue within the one item. Everything else you were wearing was new of course, but the something borrowed? Well, it was currently decorating your neck. The delicate chain which held a small pearl was given to you by your father. It had been his mother’s and before she passed, she had made him promise to give it to the woman he loved most in the world. He may not love your mother, but you…he loved you till the end of the earth which made the fact he had to give you away in little over a minute’s time was crushing him.

“I always knew you would make a beautiful bride someday,” your father tells you.

You smile at him and hold his hands.

“Thank you Papa.”

As you embrace him in one last hug before you wed, your mother barges into the room.

“There you are sweetie, it’s time,” she makes her way towards you and starts fidgeting with your dress.

“My little girl marrying a lord! I always knew you would marry rich,” she pats your cheek.

“Mama that is not why I am marrying Anthony…”

“Oh, don’t be foolish, any other reason for this marriage is insignificant. Now, let us go. Your future husband awaits.”

You watch as she leaves, stunned by her ignorance.

“Pay no mind to her dear, you know what your mother is like. But she is right, it is time to go,” he rests your hand in the crook of his elbow and you make your way towards the chapel doors.

You take a deep breath, calming your nerves and as the soft melody from the piano starts so you do. You look towards the end of the aisle, your sight stuck on the man waiting there. His suit tailored to complement his broad shoulders, his hair sits perfect and the smile he is wearing is more stunning than any of the outfits in the room. Each step you take, you get closer to the one you love and the excitement builds within you. Your father kisses your cheek then moves to sit beside your mother.

You now stand in front of Anthony, your smile matching his own. Your hands find their place in his and the words from the officiant seem to fade into the background. All you can focus on is the way the light streaming through the window brightens his face, highlighting his features in a way that makes you weak in the knees.

“Have you both prepared vows?”

“Yes, we have,” Anthony clears his throat while reaching into his coat pocket. He pulls out a piece of paper and begins to read.

“Y/N Y/L/N. From childhood until this moment, you have always been a part of my life and although at the beginning you were only Daphne’s friend, I am utterly joyed that you will be leaving here today still as Daphne’s friend,” he chuckles airily.

“But also as my wife. Y/N I can assure you that there is not one single person walking this earth that could completely enamour me the way you do. The thought of being able to wake up beside you every day, the thought of making a home with you, starting a family with you makes me feel a way I do not believe I have ever felt before. I am excited, nervous, and so completely in love all at once. You, my love, have opened my eyes to what life truly means and because of that I will spend the rest of my days doing my best to show you the same.”

He sniffles slightly and angles his head away from the spectators. He wipes a stray tear from his face and with a shaky breath lifts his head back to look at you.

“How can I compete with that,” both families laugh as you joke.

“Anthony Bridgerton. As you and everyone here today knows, weddings have never been a priority for me. That was until I met you. From the very first moment I saw you I knew that my life would not be a life well-lived if I was not able to spend it with you. I have spent my life trying to figure out why people marry, when most of the people around you marry for gain it can be hard to break out of the same mentality. But then you watch your friend marry the love of her love and you wonder if maybe there is something else to it. Some people may call me foolish for this, but I truly cannot fathom spending another moment of my life not being your wife. I have loved you for the longest time Anthony and I promise to love you even more from now until forever,” you choke up as you watch his eyes glaze over with unshed tears. Daphne smiles at you from the pews and winks in your directions. You giggle at her antics.

“Very well. Do you Anthony Bridgerton take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to be devoted to from this moment on?”

“I do.”

“And do you Y/N Y/L/N take Anthony Bridgerton to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to be devoted to from this moment on?”

“I do.”

You both exchange rings, hands trembling as you do.

“By the power vested in me I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Applause can be heard all around as Anthony dips you back, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. He brings you back up with him and you make your way up the aisle hand in hand, as husband and wife.

…

The celebration afterwards was wonderful. Everyone in the ton had made their way to the Bridgerton home to congratulate you and as much as you loved having everyone here you could not help but count down the minutes until the last person had gone home.  

Daphne had arranged for her family to stay at Hastings House for a week or so as both you and Antony agreed that no matter how much you wanted to have a luxurious honeymoon away from home, there was too much to be done and you knew Anthony would be worried about it the second he stepped foot out of the door. Although having the entire house to yourselves was not the worst thing in the world.

You turned to face Anthony as the last party guest made their way out the front door. You closed the latch and turned the lock, only turning around when you hear the click. You both stare at each other, the only sound is that of your breathing. Anthony strolled towards you with his hands in his trouser pockets.

“We are finally alone…”

“That we are.”

“Do you have any idea of what happens on one’s wedding night?”

“I have an idea,” you whisper as Anthony tugs on the ribbon securing your dress.

“How about I show you?”

He encloses your hand in his and drags you towards your new bedroom. He kicks the door closed behind you both and he pulls you in for a kiss…

…

Your wedding day was memorable for many reasons; you got to marry and finally kiss the man you have spent years being in love with, you got to feel what it was like to commit yourself to a person for the rest of your life and you got to share the most important day of your life so far with the people you hold dearest.

Your wedding night on the other hand was memorable for a whole other reason.

[tricksters-captain]

Benedict Bridgerton / Anthony Bridgerton Imagines - Best Man Wins Part 3

AN: Here’s part 3! A little bit of a filler chapter but I promise things will start to pick up quickly!

(🎶🎶🎶) = Link to song

Overall Summary:  Entering a society you thought you had left behind, you find yourself in a tricky triangle with two gentleman you never thought you’d fall for.

This Chapter: A sibling rivalry like no other. 

(PART 1) // (PART 2)

Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,169

Warnings: None

Anthony reentered the Bridgerton house to see Benedict sat on the settee with Eloise and Francesca munching on some chocolates that Francesca had received as a gift that morning. 

“Benedict, may I have a word?” Anthony asked, pulling off his gloves as he entered the drawing room. 

“Go ahead, Brother.” Benedict said through a mouthful of chocolate. 

“Privately.” Anthony shot a look at his sisters to which neither moved. 

Benedict sighed as everyone in the family knew of the girls stubbornness and so he left the room with Anthony.

They entered Anthony’s study where Benedict sat down in the corner on a comfy chair and Anthony leant against his desk.

“What is it, Brother?” Benedict asked, popping a chocolate he had brought with him in his mouth. 

“What are your intentions with (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?” Anthony asked with complete seriousness. 

Benedict chuckled lightly as he leant forward. 

“What ever do you mean, Brother?” Benedict pondered. 

“I know you paid her a call today. And you danced with her last night.” Anthony informed his younger brother. 

“So?” Benedict couldn’t understand why his brother was being so serious. 

“Do you wish to marry this girl?” Anthony asked the same question as his mother had to him. 

“Anthony. She’s a beautiful woman. The most beautiful I’ve seen in a very long time. If I wish to spend time with her, it doesn’t mean I wish to marry her. Why are you so curious about this one? I’ve danced with many other girls before.” Benedict had an idea. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that Anthony had paid (Y/n) a visit too that day. 

“You haven’t sent flowers to a girl before.” Anthony stated. Which was the truth, none of them had. 

“Neither have you, Brother.” Benedict retorted. 

“Seems we have a situation here.” Anthony folded his arms across his chest. 

“Seems we do.” Benedict rose to his feet and mimicked his older brother. 

“I say...” Anthony sighs. “...We both can spend time with Miss (Y/l/n) if we wish and if anything comes of it then we shall see just which brother she prefers.” 

Benedict could see the mischievous glint in his brother’s eye. 

“But we do not let this get in the way of the family. If this spirals out of our control and comes between us then we both agree to leave the girl alone?” Anthony added. 

“Agreed.” Benedict held out his hand and the brothers shook on it. 

Surely this was just harmless courting... there wasn’t any wedding bells ringing just yet...

After a long day of suitors, you decided to flop on the settee with your book and curl up comfortably, munching on some of the treats that were brought to you today. 

“Oh sit up, (Y/n).” Your mother chided you as she went to leave the room. “It’s  unladylike.”

“There are currently no men in this house. I may sit how I please.” You argued as you popped another macaroon into your mouth just to irritate her. 

“Stop eating all those sweets too! We have another event to attend tomorrow night and you don’t want me instructing the tightening of your corset if you are bloated because of it.” Your mother called back before disappearing into the house. 

You groaned and pushed the pack away, taking only one extra. 

You felt the sun through the window find it’s way to your face, warming you. It truly was a lovely day outside and you had been stuck indoors the entire time. 

“Lottie!” You called out as you pushed yourself to your feet. 

“Yes Miss.” She appeared quickly as she flattened her skirt. 

“I shall like to take a stroll.” You announced, putting down the book that you had failed to read all day 

“I shall fetch your coat and cap, miss.” Lottie rushed out into the hall to which you followed. 

You tied your cap to your head and Lottie helped you with your coat before you left the house. 

You walked in silence, raising your head slightly to feel the sun as Lottie followed a short distance behind you. 

“Miss (Y/l/n)!” A girls voice cried out. 

You looked across the street towards the park where you spotted two young girls heading towards you. 

You recognised the both of them from the night before. One had the familiar chestnut hair of the Bridgerton family and the other a rather bright red head of hair. 

“I don’t know if you remember me, Miss (Y/l/n) but I’m Penelope Featherington.” Penelope lowered her head as she greeted you with a bright smile. 

“Of course I remember you, Miss Featherington.” You had some recollection of an orange haired tot. 

“Please call me Penelope.” Penelope insisted. 

“And you must call me Eloise. I remember how kind you used to be offering for me to play with you and Daphne when all I wanted to do was play with Colin and the boys.” Eloise greeted you with the same enthusiasm. 

“It’s pleasure to see you again, Eloise. And I must extend the same invitation, you both must call me (Y/n).” You were thankful for their warm welcome. Before this social season you were terrified no one would wish to speak to you after your fathers scandal. 

“You simply must promenade with us!” Eloise took hold of your arm as she guided you towards the park.

“How is your brother Colin? I remember how he used to pull Daphne’s hair and make her scream for your mother.” You couldn’t help but giggle at your childhood memories. 

“He is off seeing the world. He left after the last season and only seems to come back for a handful of weeks at a time.” Eloise explained. He had always been the naughtiest of the Bridgeton siblings yet the one who seemingly could always get away with murder. 

“And your sisters, Penelope?” You queried. 

“Still unmarried despite Mother’s attempts to sell them to then men of the ton.” Penelope mumbled to your enjoyment. 

The three of you laughed together as you walked through the park. 

“Mother has not stopped talking about you since she saw you last night. I believe she’s already written Daphne three letters insisting they come down to London earlier than they had planned.” Eloise told you as she squeezed your arm. 

“Oh goodness. I hope Daphne doesn’t trouble herself and rush down just to see me. We haven’t seen each other in lord knows how long.” You shook your head at Violet’s attempt to rekindle old relationships.

“11 years to be exact.” Eloise spoke up. You furrowed your eyebrows at her in curiosity and amusement. 

“Lady Whistledown.” Penelope explained for her. 

“That woman really does know everything, doesn’t she?” You chuckled. 

“Incredible woman, I think. I’ve searched for her but my efforts have resulted in nothing so far.” Eloise pouted at the idea she hasn’t been the genius to unmask the anonymous writer. 

You felt yourself shiver slightly as the wind blew past the three of you. The clouds had made the sky overcast and the wind had picked up sending through a chill. 

“You must come back with me and Penelope and have some tea to warm up. You can’t walk all the way back to your house in this cold. You can borrow one of our carriages.” Eloise took notice of your shudder and you couldn’t refuse in a polite way as she was right and so you found yourself at the Bridgerton house front door. 

“Mama! I have a guest!” Eloise announced loudly in the house which made you laugh again. Eloise hadn’t become any more ladylike than she had been as a toddler. 

“Eloise, you mustn't shout.” Violet had begun to scold Eloise as she exited the drawing room but her face lit up at the sight of you. 

“Miss (Y/l/n)!” Violet’s face shone as she announced your name. 

“Please, Lady Bridgeton, call me (Y/n).” You squeezed her hands as she took hold of your own. 

“(Y/n), I believe I told you to call me Violet.” She gave you a jesting warning stare and you nodded with a smile. 

“Violet.” You started. “I’m sorry to arrive unannounced, I bumped into Eloise and Penelope in the park and Eloise insisted I come back to warm up.” 

“No worries, my dear! No worries at all! I’ll have a fresh pot of tea brought up with some cakes and biscuits.” Violet guided you all into the drawing room to which you spotted Francesca playing the pianoforte. 

“(Y/n)!” Francesca paused her playing to greet you. 

“Oh my goodness. I thought Eloise had grown so much. Now look at you!” You gushed over the beautiful girl. “Both of you have blossomed into such beautiful women.”

“Thank you.” Francesca smiled warmly at you. “But I am not the seasons incomparable, that is you.” 

“As Whistledown writes.” You mutter. 

“As the reaction from the ton’s men last night proclaimed.” Eloise laughed along with her sister. 

“Still, I gather you’ve been busy today with callers.” You gestured to the flower displays around the room.

“Not as busy as your residence. I hear every man in the ton went to call on you today.” Francesca brushed off her own accomplishments. 

“I bet it’s exhausting. Constantly, ‘hello, oh yes thank you for the flowers that will die in a couple of weeks if not days, goodbye, hello, oh yes thank you, goodbye, oh hello, another man coming with the intention to enslave me as his wife’...” Eloise mocked the gentleman which made you burst out in laughter that you could not contain. 

“I’m glad to know you find my sister as amusing as she finds herself.” Anthony’s voice seemed to come from nowhere. 

You spun around to see him stood in the doorway. Just as handsome as he was earlier that day. 

“Lord Bridgerton.” You bowed your head in greeting to which he replied with the same.

“I was just coming to find my mother.” Anthony told you. “But I am glad to have found you instead.”

“Are you saying you’d rather see someone more than your dear mother?” Violet came up behind Anthony with a maid holding a tray of tea beside her. 

“There are very few people I’d rather see than you, Mother.” Anthony tried to charm his mother but she only responded with a ‘hmmmm’. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. 

The maid placed the tray down and Violet began to pour cups of tea.

“Tea, Anthony?” She asked her eldest who had been watching you as you sat down on the settee beside Eloise and Penelope.

“Just a small cup, please, Mother. I had intended to go to the club shortly.” Anthony sat himself down on the opposite settee, his attentions never leaving you.

You glanced towards the man and felt your cheeks flush slightly at his bold stare. 

 “Where has Benedict got too?” Eloise questioned her older brother. 

“I believe he is in the back garden getting some air.” Anthony responded, finally letting his attention move from you over to his sister. 

“It was lovely all day until just now, the clouds covering the sun suddenly made the temperature drop.” You spoke up as you took your tea from Violet. 

“It has been one of our colder starts to the season.” Violet sighed. 

“I don’t mind it being colder than usual. Saves me from sweating through my ridiculous dresses.” Eloise stated which earned a disapproving look from her mother.

“Eloise!” Violet scolded her quietly. 

“It’s quite alright. I must agree that conditions can become quite unpleasant in the summer when we are expected to look our best.” You were on Eloise’s side. It had been terrible working hot summer days in the thick second hand dresses you often wore as a lady’s companion. 

“I bet summer by the sea was enjoyable these past few years however?” Anthony asked as if he had read your mind. 

“Indeed. We were very fortunate.” You didn’t want to expand on the matter as your mother had warned you about speaking of your previous life before society. 

“What did you do all these years out in the country?” Eloise pressed but fortunately Violet cut in. 

“Eloise enough! (Y/n) has not been here five minutes, she does not need your interrogation.” Violet quietened Eloise to which you were grateful. 

You sent her a subtle smile which Anthony didn’t miss. 

He had too wondered what your life had been like after your father’s scandal but he knew it wasn’t his place to ask... yet. 

“I hear from Eloise that you sent Daphne news of my arrival?” You were the one to initiate change of topic. 

“Oh yes! Daphne has written back and has expressed just how terribly excited she is to see you again, Dear.” Violet smiled widely as she thought on the letter. 

“I can’t imagine just how beautiful she must be now after seeing Eloise and Francesca so grown.” You were excited to see your old playmate but you also felt nervous. Daphne had always been the pretty one, the clever one out of the two of you. After seeing the other Bridgerton daughters, you couldn’t even begin to picture what Daphne looked like now. 

“She was named her season’s incomparable, however, I fear that may not have been true if you had returned earlier.” Anthony placed his cup down and smirked mischievously at you. 

“It is a good thing that (Y/n) returned this year instead then.” Violet sent Anthony a sideways glance.

“Mother, may I steal our guest away for a tour of the house since she has not visited in such a long while?” Anthony had a playful look in his eyes which his mother never failed to notice. 

“If (Y/n) agrees to it.” Violet looked towards you. 

“That would be lovely. I was only just gushing over the wisteria from the house in Benedict’s bouquet earlier today.” You suddenly regretted your choice of words as you said them. It was awkward enough for you to have received flowers from both brothers only for you to mention it in front of everyone. 

“I assured Benedict you’d like them.” Violet only smiled warmly as Fran and Eloise shared a look. 

Anthony rose to his feet and offered you his arm. 

He lead you from the drawing you and began his tour.

“I must admit I didn’t expect to be seeing you again so soon.” Anthony smirked as you walked alongside him. 

“I simply ran into Eloise and Penelope in the park and Eloise insisted I visit and use one of your carriages to travel home.” You explained again even though you had mentioned it earlier. “If that’s still alright, of course.”

“I insist. The walk to your residence may not be very long but in the wind it can be disagreeable.” Anthony looked straight ahead as he spoke which allowed you a closer view at his side profile. He had a strong jaw and the curve of his lips was enhanced by the light from the window ahead which made you nibble down on your own. It was almost enough to make you forget it was rude to stare.

“I feel I must apologise for my intrusion. You had told your mother you were meant to be heading for the gentleman’s club. I fear I am keeping you.” You tried to keep from a silence falling between you two. 

“Believe me, Miss (Y/l/n), there is nothing I would rather be doing than this right at this moment.” Anthony glanced down at you with honest eyes. It caused your chest to tighten. 

“I must admit I find that hard to believe.” You tried to hide your smile as you tested the man. 

“Is that so?” Anthony cocked his eyebrow at you. “And what do you suppose I would find more interesting than spending this time with you?” 

“Oh boyish things I suppose. Watching boxing, gambling, visiting the theatre after hours.” You smiled as you listed off the events on your fingers. 

“Are you insinuating I visit the theatre’s after hours? I thought we had already discussed these matters earlier, Miss (Y/l/n)?” Anthony feigned hurt as he spoke. 

“Discussed? No. I’d say we approached the topic of your rakish reputation before my mother interrupted and you fled the house.” You were having too much fun with this. 

“Fled? Now that is where I have to disagree. I would never flee anywhere.” Anthony continued walking you through the house as you conversed. 

You spotted from a distance, the backdoor of the house was ajar and through the window you could see Benedict sat in the garden with a book and a pencil. 

Was Benedict an artist?

As you grew closer to the backdoor you suddenly felt a nervosa rise in your stomach. You didn’t think you were quite ready to speak to both Anthony and Benedict alone. 

“Do you suppose we should return to the drawing room before Eloise starts conspiring where we have gotten too?” You stopped in your step to try and turn both you and Anthony around. 

“You’re right. I don’t doubt she has already been gossiping with miss Featherington about our whereabouts.” Anthony turned on his heels and you both started back to the drawing room. 

“Will I be expecting to see you at the Helliwell’s ball the day after the next?” Anthony asked as you drew closer to company once again. 

“Yes. My Mama has already accepted the invitation so we will be attending.” You informed him. 

“Well, until then, Miss (Y/l/n).” Anthony stopped just before you reached the door to the drawing room and faced you. He pressed a light kiss to your knuckles and hovered your hand before his lips. “I must be off to the club now but I will send a carriage for you before I go.”  

“Thank you, Lord Bridgerton.” You nodded your head politely. 

“Please, it’s Anthony.” Anthony smirked at you, refraining from sending you a wink as he backed away. 

“Is that Anthony off, dearest?” Violet asked as you reentered the drawing room. 

“Yes.” You nodded. “Which does remind me that I must be off home before my mother worries I've been gone too long.” 

“Well, it’s been lovely seeing you, Dear.” Violet rose from her seat and embraced you warmly. 

“Thank you for having me.” You hugged her back with a grateful smile. “I will be back soon no doubt.” 

“I’ll be holding you to that.” Violet held her finger to you with a gay squint. 

You heard the horses out front and you knew this was your cue to leave. 

You bid farewell to Penelope, Francesca and Eloise before entering the carriage.

As you looked back at the house, you felt something arise in you. It was a worrying feeling. A worry that the attention from both the Bridgerton men was going to get you into trouble or worse...

(Next part soon!)

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