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[livingdreams97]

Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 2)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

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Dear readers,

The same two words always come to mind for this author the morning after a big party: surprise and delight. And dear reader, the scandalous accounts of last night's evening at Ranger House ( Bridgerton house ) are quite surprising and a real delight.

Emerging from her previous failure with Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, Miss Edwina Sharma seems to have charmed Prince Friedrich of Prussia with her charms.

They have been seen very together at every social event and close sources comment on the success of the diamond of the season with the prince. Perhaps it turns out that the Queen Regent is a very good supervisor and has an eye for pairing.

Maybe this is the queen's redemption, compared to the resounding failure she had last season with Miss Sharma herself; her diamond for the second consecutive year, and the frustrated wedding she was going to have with the Viscount.

Speaking of royalty, we must also mention the presence of Prince Y/n of Hannover and also the queen's nephew in this season. Also remember that Prince Y/n is the future heir to the throne since the queen and the regent king so dictated after his 16th birthday .

Apparently, this handsome green-eyed prince is also looking for a wife and a future queen. The mothers are very attentive to each moment of solitude, to push their daughters into hisarms and try to catch the biggest fish in the place.

But it seems that his attention is fixed on none other than Miss Eloise Bridgerton. It should be noted that this is the second season as a debutante for the second daughter of the Bridgertons and the bad reputation that comes from the people with whom she joined last season.

But that fame does not seem to frighten or matter to the Prince of Hanover, as he has been seen many times on the dancefloor with Miss Bridgerton. They say that love is blind and perhaps in this case it can also become deaf.

How will the queen feel about this possible union?

On the other hand, we have Miss Prudence Featherington who is still engaged to Mr. Jack Featherington and it seems that the nuptials are still some way off. On the other hand, we have Penelope Featherington , who has reportedly been seen in the company of Mr. Colin Bridgerton more than usual. Could this mean something else; or is it just a friendship?

Always yours,

Lady Whistledown.

Eloise's POV

I can't do it anymore. I can't continue with this constant pressure, feeling like every step and every one of my movements is being watched. And not only for my mother, but also for the rest of the people in each event.

It's only been three weeks since the social season began, three weeks that have seemed eternal and one of the heaviest. It seems that three months have passed and not three weeks.

I feel exhausted and totally stressed. I don't want to disappoint my mother again and have our last name put in doubt again because of me. That is what I least want.

But the pressure not to disappoint Mother again, the feeling of being completely watched at all times, and the discomfort I feel every time a newcomer questions me about my "radical" ideals overwhelms me.

The only times I don't feel so overwhelmed and suffocated by everything is when I'm reading in my room and no one bothers or watches me at all.

I can only relax when I am completely alone.

Worst of all, I can't talk about it with anyone, since I would have talked about it with Penelope before and that's it. But after her betrayal, I can't talk to her, much less when she didn't trust her and continues to write as Lady Whistledown .

The fact that she continues writing annoys me even more, especially when she writes about my family and more specifically about me. If anyone had forgotten about her comment last season, about my relationship with Theo and my supposed radical political ideas; with what she wrote about me three days ago, she reminded all of London.

So people looked at me even more and not in a very positive way. But I couldn't talk to anyone about how I felt, because I don't have any friends left and no one in my family would understand.

I can't even tell Benedict how I feel, since he's too focused on his drawing and I don't want to worry him with my problems. In addition to that he would tell me not to pay attention to people and he would tell me something funny to make me laugh.

But that's not what I need right now. What I need now is someone who listens to me, who understands me and can help me with all this that I feel. Because I feel like I'm drowning more every day and how I'm short of breath every time I enter a dance or social event.

And the same thing was happening to me right now.

Tonight was the annual seasonal ball at Vauxhall Gardens, so the whole family except my two younger brothers had come. Even Kate had decided to leave little Olivia at home.

As soon as the family had set foot in the party, all eyes were on us and more specifically on me.

Ignoring with all my might the gazes on me, I comply with what my mother asks of me and dance with two men until the song ends. But neither of the two men are educated people.

Because both of them have spent the dances asking about my ideals and how wrong I am with my radical political thought, since that promotes the extinction of my life as a person of high class.

What ends up getting fed up and in a carelessness of my family I flee towards the labyrinth of the gardens. Where I sit on one of the stone benches of the place and I start to cry without being able to avoid it.

XY: I don't think it's safe or correct that you're out here without supervision.- I hear near me, causing me to jump scared and turn around to find the Prince of Hannover.

Eloise: I could say the same to you.- I reproach with a frown, forcefully wiping away my tears and trying to stop crying.

Y/n: Are you alright Eloise? - he asks with some concern on his face, walking towards where I am and sitting a bit far away; but in the same bank.

Eloise: Of course I'm fine.- I answer clenching my jaw and holding back the urge to continue crying.

Y/n: I'll  believe you and we can go back to the dance as if nothing had happened.- he says with some sarcasm, bringing a glass to his lips and giving a small sip.

Another thing that has changed is my relationship with Prince Y/n. At first it seemed unbearable and somewhat unbelievable. But over time I have been able to learn more about him and have long intellectual conversations about our interests.

So I've started to see him a bit as a friend, since he knows what is said about me and completely ignores it. He has never come to ask me about my radical political ideas, even though I don't have them as such and that is something that everyone has asked me about.

So you can say that I like him a little, although not enough to tell him my stuff and be considered my friend completely.

Eloise: I'm just tired and overwhelmed by everything.- I admit with a sigh and see how he offers me his drink.

Y/n: What has you overwhelmed?- he asks as I accept the glass and take a small sip, feeling a burning pain in my throat.

Eloise: Iugh Yuck.- I say with a gag, giving him back the drink and causing him to laugh at my reaction.

Y/n: Don't change the subject and answer me.- he tells me funny.

Eloise: I feel overwhelmed for not finding a husband and disappointing my mother for a second time.- I answer playing with my hands and lowering my gaze.

Y/n: And why do you think you won't find a husband?- he asks with some confusion in his voice. -From my point of view, you are perfect for any man. You are beautiful, you have your own thoughts and ideals that you defend with very good arguments, you are educated, you like to read and you do not give importance to what the rest of the world says. - he enumerates and I look at him completely surprised, feeling a certain heat on my cheeks and ears.

Eloise: You say that out of politeness.- I played down what he just said, feeling embarrassed and somewhat impressed by his opinion about me.

Y/n: I say what I've seen and what I've experienced with you.- he assures me with a small smile, so I look away from him. -There are very few women like you Eloise Bridgerton and you should be proud of who you are. Because you are worth much more than any of the other debutants with knowledge of pianoforte or whatever they know how to do, because you go further and you don't focus only on learning something to please your future husband.- he expresses and i presses my lips , so that he does not see the smile that wants to appear on my face about what he has told me.

Eloise: That's the problem, I don't want a husband to please and become a boring housewife.- I say with a sigh. -I don't want to have to pretend to be someone I'm not in order for a man to like me, I don't want to make myself less so I can get married and I don't want my life to be left in the hands of a husband who is only interested in himself.- I complain and I can see how he listens to me attentively.

Y/n: So you don't want to get married? - he asks with confusion and with some interest shining in his eyes.

Eloise: No.- I deny with a sigh. -It's not something I want, but my mother wants me to get married and I don't want to stay like a spinster either; because it is not that they are very well seen in our society. - I explain and I see how he nods with his head processing what I just said.

He stares at me in silence for a few moments, saying absolutely nothing and with a certain pensive look on his face.

Y/n: Can I make you a proposition?- he asks me with some caution.

Eloise: What kind of proposition? - I ask a little interested, but also with some caution for the possibilities.

Y/n: You don't want to get married, right? - he asks and I shake my head. -But neither do you want to stay single and "disappoint" your mother by not getting married.- he says and I nod without understanding where he wants to go. -I propose that you marry me.- he says confidently and I open my eyes wide.

Eloise: WHAT?!! - I exclaim completely in shock.

Y/n: Don't yell or someone will see us.- he whispers looking at all sides.

Eloise: Have you gone crazy?- I ask quickly in a whisper. -I just told you that I don't want to get married and you ask me to marry.- I commented as if it were the craziest idea in the world.

Y/n: Be quiet and listen to me for a moment please.- he asks me with a certain plea in his eyes.

Eloise: Okay.- I accept with a sigh, trying to relax my breathing and the accelerated beating of my heart.

Y/n: I don't want to get married either, but my father forces me to find someone and marry her for love.- he begins to tell me. -I just want to travel the world and enjoy life, but I can't do it until I get married; since I made a deal with my father. The deal is based on the fact that if I marry for love, he will pay me six months to travel the world and buy me a house wherever I want for myself and my wife.- he explains and I still don't understand his proposition.

Eloise: And what do I paint here and in your proposal for me to marry you? - I ask still a bit confused.

Y/n: That's what I'm getting to.- he complains with a sigh. -I don't want to get married and you don't want to get married, but for different reasons we don't want to be single either. So it's the best thing that could happen to us. - he exclaims and I look at him still confused.

Eloise: I still don't quite understand the reason for your proposition.- I point out how poorly it is being explained.

Y/n: You marry me and your mother is glad that you marry a prince and future heir to the crown; besides that you don't stay single.- he points to me first . -And I marry you, finally being able to travel the world and having the freedom to live away from my father. We both won.- he exclaims with some joy.

Eloise: But I would still have to marry you and I'm not going to make myself less or become a housewife for you.- I deny immediately.

Y/n: And you won't.- He denies, reassure me immediately. -You will have all the freedom in the world, you will be able to read everything you want and dedicate your time to yourself without having to worry about your future anymore.- he assures me and I observe him considering the proposal.

Eloise: Could I choose where to have the house? - I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n: As long as it's not near my father; yes.- he nods with a smile.

Eloise: I want to review your proposal, okay? - I ask and he nods. -You want us to get married together; because neither of us really wants to get married, but I don't want to disappoint my mother and I don't want to stay single either. At the same time as you , you have made a deal with your father and if you get married he will finally let you travel the world and buy you a house.- I am saying everything he has told me, causing him to nod again. -And I will be able to continue enjoying my books and not being the most feminine woman in the world, without you caring and I will have all the freedom in the world; besides that I will choose where we would live? - I finish reviewing the proposition.

Y/n: Exactly.- He nods with a smile.

Eloise: What's the catch? - I ask raising an eyebrow, knowing that everything sounds very perfect and there must be a catch.

Y/n: It has to seem like we really love each other and my aunt has to accept our marriage.- he responds a bit insecure and I open my mouth in surprise.

Eloise: No.- I deny getting up from the bench. -Your aunt; Your aunt THE Queen hates me.- I point out and he follows my example getting up from the bench.

Y/n: My aunt will adore you if she thinks you're the love of my life and thinks I'm in love with you.- he assures me and I shake my head.

Eloise: Nobody will believe it. - I deny nervous and somewhat disappointed.

The proposal was perfect, but it was too perfect to be true and now it's clearly impossible.

Y/n: Eloise, please listen to me.- He begs me, grabbing my hands and making me look at him. -You are my only hope, the other debutants want to marry me to show off and for the possible power that marriage would entail. And to be honest, I couldn't pretend to love them one bit, no matter how good an actor I may be.- he explains sincerely and I can't help but laugh at the last thing .

Eloise: And with me if you can pretend perhaps? - I ask strangely nervous about his closeness and curious about his answer.

Y/n: Yes, because you have something in your head and you have thoughts of your own.- he answers without thinking for two seconds. -It would be easier for me to fake a relationship with someone intelligent like you, than with someone who doesn't even know what an intellectual and casual conversation is; without it being planned.- he comments and I can't help nodding at the reality of the situation.

Eloise: And what happens if we don't fool anyone? - I ask with an exhausted sigh.

Y/n: Lady Whistledown already believes that there is something between us and as my aunt says, if that lady writes about it, the rest of the town comments on it and also thinks about it.- he answers calmly. -We just have to start being seen more together, take walks in the park together and dance only with each other.- he explains part of his plan.

Eloise: And how will we convince my mother, Lady Danbury and your aunt the Queen?- I ask and I see how he remains thoughtful.

Y/n: I could go to your house for tea from now on, show an intense interest on my part towards you and a notorious approach so that they do not suspect.- he plans and I can recreate the plan in my mind.

I can see how the situation can turn out favorable for us and how we can both win if everything works as he has said. But it can also go wrong and someone discover us.

Eloise: Can I think about the proposal for a few days? - I ask a little nervous and insecure.

Y/n: You can think about it for as long as you want. - He nods with a small smile. -But I'm afraid that to ensure a positive ending in case you accept, we have to start acting now and even if in the end you reject the offer, we'll just distance ourselves a bit and that's it.- he raises and I nod, understanding his point of view .

Eloise: Okay.- I nod and he leaves a light squeeze on my hands and then releases them. -I'll think about it these days and I 'll give you an answer as soon as possible.- I assure him and he takes a couple of steps back, picking up his glass from the bench.

Y/n: Great, now let's go back to the dance and hopefully no one has noticed our absence.- he tells me and we both head towards the dance.

Before reaching the end of the maze, he asks me to go first and that he will appear a few minutes later; so as not to arouse suspicion. And that's what happens.

Ten minutes after I have found my brothers, excusing myself for having been in the bathroom and for the long queue, there he was. Prince Y/n approaches us and asks me to dance with him, which I immediately accept with a smile and beginning the most important performance of my life.

From this moment on, in the following days we will have to be the best actors in the world and make all the people believe that there is something between the prince and me.

I just hope that everything goes well and that in the solitude of my room, I can think calmly and weigh all the pros and cons of the proposition Y/n has made me.

I only hope to be able to choose well and not regret it in the future; either close or far from the decision that I have to make in a few days. Because that decision will dictate my life and future from the moment I make my final decision.

NEXT

[midnightstar-90]

Fanfic Idea #2

To all my Bridgerton writers,

I have another brilliant idea.

What if Simon had a sister.

Mhmm. Okay.

I need you to stay with me now.

He doesn't find out until after he marries Daphne when he goes through his father's finances. He sees a small yet significant amount of money going toward an unknown individual. Simon really wants to know who this person is so he investigates only to find out it's his sister.

His father, after the death of Simon's mother, grieved differently than most and accidentally knocks up a young maiden from the town. Come to find out that the OG Duke of Hastings did have a soft side and provided for the girl and his mother.

When Simon first learns about this, he is furious. But with the help of Daphne, Simon decides to bring the girl to his estate and allow her to stay there so that they can get to know each other. Reader or OC (whichever) doesn't care for money, and she intends to make sure everyone knows, no matter how many times they say otherwise.

Please, I would really like to see what you guys come up with. Do as you please. I would love to read.

[sugarbarbie-ocs]

Dearest Gentle Reader, The fallout of Edmund Bridgerton and Thomas Lovelace, occurred years before their respective marriages, before the birth of their children, and long before the first of this author’s society papers was published. Many have, of course, suggested theories as to why the 8th Viscount Bridgerton, and the 13th Duke of Manchester never saw eye to eye, but as neither ever made public comments regarding the issue, we still remain in doubt. The sins of the father will be visited upon the son, and such is the case for Hector Lovelace and Anthony Bridgerton. From Eton to Oxford, both carried on the grudges of their fathers, and thus became known as deathly rivals. It causes one to wonder why? And over what? Sadly, dear reader, much like yourself, this author remains in the dark. It was only after the tragic death of Edmund Bridgerton, that tensions tremendously subsided. Occasionally, during gatherings, one might even notice the exchange of a polite nod between the new Viscount and the Heir of the Manchester Dukedom. It is a common jape amongst chattering mamas that a Lovelace-Bridgerton marriage would finally put the two families senseless feud to bed. While there had been hope for a match between Daphne Bridgerton and the third Lovelace son, Mister Lewis Lovelace, it was soon eliminated after the announcement of Mister Lovelace’s betrothal to Lady Cassandra Gray. There remains Francesca and Hyacinth Bridgerton, who should by all accounts be considered rather odd matches for either remaining unmarried Lovelace Brother, given their vast age differences, and with Eloise Bridgerton's disinterest in matters of love and marriage, there is little possibility for a union between a Bridgerton Sister and a Lovelace Brother.

This author proposes an alternative; perhaps instead of a Lovelace Brother, we must turn our eyes to the sole Lovelace sister, the newly debuted, Lady Juliette Lovelace, and the second Bridgerton Brother, Mister Benedict Bridgerton, who seemed to by all accounts have become rather smitten with Miss Lovelace, much to the displeasure of his brother, the Viscount. I am certain those of you who have not had the pleasure of making Miss Lovelace’s acquaintance before, during, or after her debut must have at the very least heard from a matchmaking mama, of her genteel mannerism, and very, very large dowry. Thus far, the only thing standing in the way of gentlemen vying for her hand in marriage has been her rakish twin brother, Mister John Lovelace, and his rather foul habit of publicly mocking her suitors. Perhaps it must also be mentioned that this season the Duke and Duchess of Manchester have sent their youngest son away on a diplomatic trip, so as to not hinder their dear daughter’s pursuits of finding a husband.  Time is of the essence, bachelor's of Mayfair. I urge you all to try and succeed in winning the heart of Miss Juliette Lovelace before her meddlesome brother’s return from France. In the meantime, this author continues to ponder if Miss Juliette Lovelace will find her Romeo in Mister Benedict Bridgerton or not. The answer will be one I shall certainly enjoy uncovering ...

LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS, 10 JANUARY, 1814

[calderxn]

HELP

i've found this pic on pinterest, and she is literally the perfect match for my bridgerton oc, BUT i'd like to have a faceclaim because i'd like to do manips and gifs and that sorta stuff

can anyone tell me an actress that looks like her?

i thought about ana de armas, but she has a slightly different vibe

[salvawhores-world]

Tolerate it - Anthony Bridgerton x Oc

Anthony bridgerton x Emma Norwood

Warnings - Angst, Childhood friends to lovers, Anthony being a bitch.

A/N - This is my first lore from the series Taylor x bridgerton. I was begging for some Anthony angst here we are. Mothers song from her most underrated and favourite album is here.

Do not Steal my work.

Anthony Bridgerton and Emma Norwood, now Emma Bridgerton, had been married for years, their love blossoming since childhood.

Their friendship, nurtured by Viscount Bridgerton and Earl Norwood, their fathers laid the foundation for a deep and enduring connection. Even before understanding the complexities of love, they were inseparable.

While their marriage was far from perfect, Emma devoted herself to being a dedicated viscountess, committed to her family and to Anthony.

Emma expected reciprocation from Anthony. She longed for his complete presence in their marriage and for him to cherish their bond as deeply as she did. Yet, despite her fervent efforts, she found herself wanting. The last two pieces of the puzzle were missing—the heartfelt acknowledgment of her contributions and the unreserved affection that she craved.

“I sit and watch you reading

With your head low

I wake and watch you

breathing with yourEyes closed

I sit and watch you

And notice everything

you do or don't do”

“Eloise has suddenly developed a keen interest in witnessing the race. I thought I might accompany her there. Besides She's also mentioned running out of books to read. I'll check if there's an exhibition where I can get her some," Emma uttered, delicately pouring a cup of steaming tea for herself.

She sat across from Anthony, who remained immersed in his newspapers, brooding in silence, responding merely with a faint hum. It felt akin to conversing with an unresponsive wall.

As the days drifted by, with each morning finding Anthony deep in slumber, his countenance peaceful, Emma would gaze at him, his breath flowing steadily.

In the presence of her husband, she would awaken, yet a chill clung to the bed—a frigidity that mirrored his heart, their union. A silent witness, she would sit, observing the unraveling of everything they held dear, crumbling into disarray.

“You're so much older and wiser and I

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

Use my best colors for your portrait

Lay the table with the fancy shit

And watch you tolerate it”

"Sister, focus your attention here," Gregory exclaimed, his notebook spread out before him, jolting Emma from her reverie.

Her gaze, fixated on the door where her husband engaged in conversation with Daphne, was interrupted. She had known Anthony since their earliest days, certain that even as a two-year-old, he had attempted to cradle her tender newborn self in his tiny arms. Observing him now, her heart swelled.

He appeared older, wiser, and handsomer than she had ever known him to be throughout the passing years.

"My apologies, Greg. Now, where were we?" she apologized, returning to her task of aiding him with his studies.

Emma sensed Anthony's presence behind them. "How is your Latin progressing, Gregory?" Anthony inquired of his younger brother, who replied with respectful deference.

“Emma, may I have a word with you?" Anthony stated, nodding curtly. The couple excused themselves from the young boy's side.

"How are the preparations for the forthcoming ball progressing? It marks our first grand event since Colin's engagement," Anthony questioned.

Emma reassured him, "Worry not, Anthony. I have personally overseen every aspect. Rest assured, everything shall be executed flawlessly, precisely as you prefer." Emma's countenance brightened.

As she relayed the ball's particulars, Anthony merely responded with nods. No matter what Emma did, it never seemed to be enough. Would she ever experience the same love from him, bestowed upon her as it once had been?

“I greet you with a battle hero’s welcome

I take your indiscretions all in good fun

I sit and listеn, I polish plates until they gleam and glistеn”

“Please, please, PLEASE, Em, what must I do to persuade you? Aren't you my best friend?" Benedict exclaimed dramatically, pacing around Emma with a palette and a few brushes in hand.

“No, Ben, I cannot. I have an abundance of tasks to complete, and besides, I lack the patience to sit idle for hours," she replied, ticking off items on her to-do list as she moved about the drawing room.

“Be my muse, my inspiration!" Benedict shouted, now on one knee with his arms outstretched. Ever the dramatic soul.

“Ah, so my viscountess serves as your muse, I presume, brother?" Anthony interjected rudely, peering up from his newspaper.

Emma rolled her eyes and placed a plate of cakes and a cup of tea in front of her husband. "Your wife happens to be my closest friend, brother," Benedict retorted, his words dripping with resentment.

Anthony's voice dripped with underlying insinuation as he grumbled, "I care not for whatever attachments my wife may hold with you, Benedict, so long as she remains mine."

His words carried an unnerving implication, fueling Benedict's frustration and leaving Emma heartbroken, struggling to hold back her tears.

Benedict was livid. How could Anthony speak of Emma in such a manner, reducing her significance? Being only a month older than Emma and of the same age, Benedict and Emma had been inseparable since childhood. How could Anthony entertain such unsettling thoughts?

The first thing Benedict sketched was Emma adorned in a pristine white wedding gown, with Anthony as the groom and himself as the best man—a depiction of a joyous, harmonious family. It pained Benedict to witness his cherished friend enduring such anguish because of his own brother's actions.

“While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life”

Sitting before the crackling fire, Emma completed the final strokes of her latest letter, sealed with utmost care. It had been a week since Anthony's departure to France, lending his aid to Colin with an investment.

Throughout this time, she had heard little from him about his whereabouts. His sparse correspondence consisted of a mere few lines, informing her of his well-being and the status of his return. As the flames danced, memories flooded her mind.

"EMMA!" Young Anthony's voice reverberated through the verdant hills of Kent as he dismounted his horse and hastened toward his beloved.

Emma immediately abandoned her embroidery, leaving behind a beautiful napkin and her friend Daphne, running into the embrace of her dear boy. "At last, you have arrived," she murmured, her words muffled by the tightness of their hug.

"Being away from you feels like a cruel punishment. I detest Oxford," he grumbled, their gazes locked as they pulled away from each other.

Emma's smile illuminated her countenance. "You cannot fathom how weary I have grown of reading words. Hearing your voice is truly enchanting," she confessed, his forehead meeting hers as he leaned forward to gently kiss her brow.

"I am sorry for leaving you behind. If I had the power, I would abandon my studies or…or find a way to smuggle you in with me," he gasped, his breath still uneven from his exertions.

Emma laughed, a melodic sound that echoed through the air. "It is merely a matter of one more year, Anthony. Soon, you shall be here, And find me waiting for you, and we will be together," she reassured him.

"Together forever," he whispered, their foreheads touching in a tender embrace. "Together forever," she nodded, the young couple venturing forth into the sunset, their hearts entwined.

Overwhelmed by the memory, Emma found herself breaking down, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at the sealed letter and clutched the same old delicate napkin with the exquisitely embroidered "A." It was the sole remnant of so many cherished years.

“You assume I’m fine, but what

would you do if I

Break free and leave us in ruins

Took this dagger in me and removed it

Gain the weight of you, then lose it

Believe me, I could do it”

"I am fearful” Emma whispered softly as the couple prepared themselves. Her mind was awash with countless thoughts, and she felt like she was drowning.

Emma feared that if this torment continued any longer, she would shatter her wretched excuse for a marriage and flee. The burden had become unbearable.

The person she loved more than anything didn't even acknowledge her existence, breaking her spirit day after day.

"Fear not, my love, for it shall be a splendid occasion," Anthony assured her, adjusting his cufflinks before the mirror glass.

The fact that he didn't even inquire about his wife's distress infuriated Emma. In that moment, she entertained the idea of packing her belongings and escaping under the cloak of night, returning to her parents' residence in Kent.

Her father would undoubtedly welcome her with open arms, allowing her to indulge in her passion for reading and sketching.

Would Anthony come to fetch her? Would he realize his grave mistake and rediscover his love for her, prompting a fresh start? If she dared to voice her grievances, her father would surely confront Anthony and defend her honor, for that was precisely what Edmund would have done.

"I shall meet you outside when you are prepared," Emma stormed out of the bedroom, leaving her bewildered husband gazing at his own reflection in utter confusion.

“If it’s all in my head, tell me now

Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow

I know my love should be celebrated

But you tolerate it

I sit and watch you”

Emma pleaded for him to take action, to salvage their marriage, their love, and her very being.

Anthony remained oblivious, trapped in the mechanical motions of life. Emma yearned for it to be a mere figment of her imagination, longing for Anthony to stand beside her, embracing her, easing her worries, and drying her tears.

She wished to scale walls, shatter barriers, and bridge the divide between them, perhaps desiring him to reach out and yearn for the depths of her love. Yet, all Emma could do was watch him tolerate it.

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Do not steal my work.

[phoenixxxlily]

Favorite TV Shows I Watched in 2022

Bridgerton (2020-?)

"Losing races to strange women in parks at dawn, imagine the questions I would face."

Outlander (2014-?)

"I just need a cup of tea. If I can find any. Bloody taxes."

The O.C. (2003-2007)

"Welcome to the O.C., bitch."

Heartstopper (2022-?)

"You are the kindest, most thoughtful, and caring, and amazing person in the whole world."

Under the Banner of Heaven (2022)

"I believe that in order to stand proud before our Savior on the last day, mothers must defend our families from evil, to help men see past themselves, and to stand up to those even in our church who would lead us astray."

Stranger Things (2016-?)

"I say you're asking me to follow you into Mordor. But the shire -- is burning. So Mordor it is."

First Kill (2022)

"Like I said, everybody has tells if you look hard enough. And I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

The Summer I Turned Pretty (2022-?)

"For me, everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June until August."

Kenobi (2022)

"The light will fade, but is never forgotten."

Becoming Elizabeth (2022)

"People talk of her enough. People well know and remember Anne Boleyn was my mother. Why can I not? Is that wrong to love my mother?"

Locke & Key (2020-2022)

"This was the real magic. This was all I ever needed."

House of the Dragon (2022-?)

"The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion. They're a power man should never have trifled with. One that brought Valyria its doom. If we don't mind our own histories, it will do the same to us."

Sex Lives of College Girls (2021-?)

"Which group of butts looks more approachable?"

Anne With an E (2017-2019)

"To bring it into daylight, and realize nightmares aren't so scary without the protection of the dark."

[asa-writes]

Aphrodite of Old Hall - 07

"The Ton dissipates"

Anthony Bridgerton x F!OC / Benedict Bridgerton x F!OC 18+ MINORS DNI Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: alcohol and smut if you squint

It hadn't stopped raining for over two days now and to add to insult, there was a beastly wind blowing through the grimy London streets. Elisabeth sat in front of the fireplace and read a book. It wasn't anything that interested her - Old Hall's libraries seemed only to contain religious and botanical books, much to her chagrin - so she looked up at every little sound, hoping someone would come in and talk to her. As always, her mind was all over the place. The sounds Anthony had made yesterday had turned everything inside of her into a hot, trembling jelly. Sweat dripping down his muscular chest and his strong arms holding her, roughly caressing her... She felt like a lovesick puppy. He was supposed to be the lovesick puppy, not her!

Putting the book down, she wandered over to her secretaire, out of which she pulled some of George's letters. At least he always knew right from wrong, maybe his words would bring her to her senses... Lifting the paper up to her lips, she tried smelling the perfume he had spritzed on it, but alas, it had faded away long ago. Like him, she thought and shook her head, a sad smile on her lips. He would've laughed at her sentimentality. Hearing gentle knocks on the door, she turned around to see a footman holding a silver tablet with a single red rose and a letter. "Milady, hand-delivered by Lord Anthony Bridgerton. He is waiting in the entrance hall." Damn. God damn that man, always coming to her when she thought of him.

She walked over to the footman and took the gifts. "Thank you. You may escort him up here." He went as quickly as he came, leaving her alone again, the wind howling around her sitting room, which Stephane had gracefully given her. Unclipping her pince-nez and straightening the front of her dress, she gave herself a small, reassuring smile and sat down on her settee, pulling her skirts in a way that looked more glamorous. The door opened and a wet, tousled Anthony walked in. "Good morning, Elisabeth, I hope I'm not disturbing you." Grinning, he walked up to her and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Elisabeth pushed him towards the chair next to the fire, shaking herself playfully like a wet dog. "Good morning to you too, you wet mop. Did you seriously just walk here in this weather? I'm surprised that you haven't been blown away."

Rolling his eyes, he grinned. "I have, just yesterday evening..." She shook her head, blushing. After a few silent seconds he pointed at her decanter of Schnapps. "That is not water, is it? I would strongly discourage you from drinking it. I wouldn't want you to get sick." Elisabeth grinned. "You believe me to be so foolish? Come, try a bit." Pouring him a short glass, she gracefully presented it to him. "Prost!", She said, winked at him and finished her own. Clearing his throat, he raised his eyebrows. "That was... Stronger than I expected." Giggling, she poured herself another one. "You'll get used to it. At least I hope you will - my cook prepares a mean schnapps pudding, which almost dissolves, for it is so drenched."

Anthony just shook his head and took off his jacket, trying to get it to dry in front of the fire. "Have you read my letter yet?", He asked rather impatiently. Sighing, Elisabeth shook her head. "Why-ever should I? You are here with me, you could just tell me!" Rolling his eyes, he gallantly offered to open it for her. "Gestures, not words, that's what you said, didn't you?" She nodded. "Well, then turn away please." He looked at her quizzically. "I wrote it for you, no need to hide anything from me." Bashfully looking down, she retrieved her pince-nez from her bedazzled black reticule. "I... I can't see well..." Damning his wet clothes, he stood up and sat next to her, carefully putting the ridiculously hideous things on her face. "There. No need to be ashamed, my dear. As long as you can see me without them..."

She looked up at him, her eyes bigger than teacups. He gently broke the wax seal and opened it for her, trying his hardest not to look at her. By god, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and known, but there was no way she would keep those if they were to be married. Surely, he could find someone to make a more agreeable pair for her. Then again, it didn't really matter that much to him. She knew, hopefully, what was best for her. "There you go, dearest."

"Unto my dearest Lady Elisabeth, Seeing as the majority of the Ton had scrambled away to their country estates, (there shall be no end in sight with this weather) I have decided to take my family and go to mine as well. May I take the liberty of inviting you to come with us? I had a most interesting talk with Benedict, who has told me that the die had been cast and that he shall not be courting you anymore. As soon as the weather will end, we will certainly return again, for Eloise has yet to find herself a suitor. Yours ever lovingly, longingly and adoringly, Lord Anthony Bridgerton P.S. Oh, might I add that your bedroom has a secret passage to mine that nobody knows of?"

It was most fascinating to watch her read; her eyes darted from one side to the other - she read faster than anyone else he had known. She gasped, blushed and fluttered her eyelashes. Quickly taking off her pince-nez before looking up at him, she beamed, her cheeks reddening gently. "I must thank you... You... you love me! When are we leaving? Are you sure that your family is alright with me coming with you? However might I repay you?" Anthony chuckled and kissed her. Her lips still tasted of (what he presumed to be cherry) schnapps. She looked so fascinatingly beautiful when she tripped over her own words, looking up at him like her life depended on it. Like yesterday...

"One after the other, Ellie. No need to thank me, my love. Yes, I love you... And have to damn myself for not telling you yesterday. We could leave now, if you would want us to, I am completely at your will. I am the family's head so no, they wouldn't mind at all. Do you even need to ask me about the repayment?", He said, whispering seductively at the end. Glancing at the windows, she quickly straddled him and took his face into her soft, gloveless hands. It took a lot of control to not just pick her up and lift her skirts... She did know how to drive him wild. "Anthony...", She whispered, caressing his cheek, "I'd be delighted. I'll tell my servants to prepare a suitcase. Until it is ready, I shall like to come with you to your house, so we could all leave together..."

He slid his hand along her thigh, looking at her face faltering as a look of pleasure had rolled over her. "Really? Looks like you enjoy this a lot more..." Stopping just short of her mons pubis, she took a sharp breath, quickly standing up and flattening her dress. With a sly grin, she shrugged. "We do have a long carriage ride in front of us and, not to mention, the connected bedrooms. Now, as I've said, would you like to escort me to your home?" In his mind, he would've very much liked to just do her on the floor, but having her teasing him was a thousand times better. Standing up and putting on his rather uncomfortably damp coat, he quickly walked up to her and smacked her beautifully plump buttocks. "Then that is what I'll do, dearest. Just you wait..."

[seamaiden]

Simon: As your best friend-- Anthony: Benedict is my best friend. Simon: AS YOUR BEST FRIEND

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colin should 'suffer' for penelope

aka: 5 short reasons why wanting colin to 'suffer' or 'grovel' or whatever other bullshit this fandom keeps pulling is stupid and makes no sense and should have been buried ages ago, how is this still a thing?

1: it sets a terrible and unhealthy dynamic between an endgame couple

especially considering Polin's motif is that of a mirror, if Colin is expected to grovel or suffer for Penelope's affection and forgiveness, it only stands to reason that Penelope then, too, would have to reciprocate. how Penelope treats Colin's ills is setting the precedent for how he's expected to handle her own against him, of which there are many. giving him the cold shoulder, holding what he said over his head and rubbing it in his face, potentially not even explaining why she's upset at him: these are not signs of a mature woman ready for a marriage to ANYONE

2: Colin's slights against Penelope are considerably less harmful than Penelope's against Colin's and it makes no narrative sense for her to be on her high horse about it

'he ruined her prospects' 'he talked about her behind her back' 'he laughed at her' (we don't even know if that one's true, frankly speaking)

but Penelope did the exact same to him and she did so first. Please remember that Penelope is the reason Colin and Marina broke up, and it was her express goal the entire time. Penelope humiliated Colin and Marina both by exposing them publicly (not to mention rubbed the salt into the wound for days afterward). Penelope didn't even think about Colin's feelings because she tried to confess her crush on him immediately after his engagement went poof. Penelope holding Colin accountable for what he said without herself recognizing the ways in which she's hurt him, too, makes her out to be a hella hypocrite

3: it's weirdly catholic on main?

love isn't about suffering points or penance or guilt and i'm tired of Christianity pervading every damn thing. sorry not sorry, some of us want an actually fulfilling love story

4: y'all are just mad Colin didn't love Penelope back from jump and it's a revenge fantasy

which, fine, that's what fanfic is for, but it's OOC, y'all are aware of that, right? because if he DID want her from the start, we all know that it wouldn't be Polin? why are you shipping a friends to lovers ship if you INSIST that the friends to lovers dynamic is less than? guess what? unreciprocated love is kind of part of the deal. you don't hold a grudge against your friend for not loving you back immediately. Colin shows he cares about Penelope in SO MANY WAYS that somehow are completely invalidated because it isn't meant to be romantic? imma say it: fuck you if you think that way. friendships are important and beautiful and deep and fulfilling with or without romance. Colin sticking his neck out for Penelope to help her family from Jack's scheme? an act of love. Colin sending Penelope letters after her father passed? act of love. Colin telling Penelope she's 'really very good' and holding her hand in appreciation of her coming to talk to him? act of love. if you think those acts of love mean nothing just because he isn't fucking her seven ways to sunday, maybe analyze your own viewpoint of relationships and ship Pen w/ some random stranger who makes heart eyes at her tits from jump

5: it makes Penelope an asshole to her own long term partner

dude, if a friend of mine insisted I crawl on hands and knees to determine whether they want me back in their lives, i don't want to be around that person? so many of these narratives make Penelope a straight up terrible person. if you want your partner to suffer? you probably don't actually like them very much, but Polin is narratively MEANT to be the couple that likes AND loves one another. be real, if your friend ghosted you for months, gave you the cold shoulder when you tried to talk again, treated you like shit (you can't argue that him 'suffering' isn't treating him like shit in some way shape or form) as you tried to apologize, and then you find out that she was the reason you and your ex broke up and she wrote straight up nasty things about your family for YEARS, you would want absolutely nothing to do with that friend. why should Colin be expected to be any different? do these two not deserve a lovely love story built on love and affection and trust and honesty? a healthy happy relationship in which they see one another and appreciate one another for all they are? no? so why do you ship them?

+1: it's oversaturated in this fandom

polin is a fantastic ship. how is THIS their main trope?

find a new fucking idea, PLEASE

[livingdreams97]

Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 3)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

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POV You

Just as I had discussed with Eloise that night in the maze. I have been showing my interest towards her in a more noticeable way and she towards me too.

Four days have passed since that night and on each of the days I have gone to the Bridgerton house, had tea and thus could spend more time with Eloise in front of her mother. Of course, I have never appeared empty-handed, because if anything it is etiquette and manners regarding situations like these.

The first day I showed up with a lemon cake, along with a bouquet of Eloise's favorite flowers which were daisies, blue roses and blue dahlias. Also along with a bouquet of violets for her mother. It goes without saying that the matriarch was impressed and Eloise gave me a subtle wink as a sign of success.

The second day I turned up with some cakes and Lady Bridgerton 's favorite sweets. Since having a detail with the mother is always well seen and adds points at all times.

On the third day I was a little more daring, bringing a carrot cake made by myself; with the help of the cook and Eloise 's favorite chocolates.

And today I had decided on a book on the natural sciences and their use in medicine, since my studies had come to light in one of my conversations with Eloise and she had shown an interest. So I thought it was a good idea to give her a basic book on the subject, because she likes to read and I'm sure she'll appreciate it more than the desserts.

While for her mother, I brought her favorite sandwiches so that she can accompany the tea with them.

I knock on the door of the Bridgerton house , making sure my black tailcoat is tied securely, my khaki slacks are wrinkle-free and my tie is tied just right.

I put my hat back on and take a deep breath. The door opens, letting me see the housekeeper of the place and she, recognizing me, allows me to pass.

Before entering the house, I receive the gifts from my coachman and I thank him by entering the site. I follow the woman into the living room, where I immediately see Lady Bridgerton sewing something, Eloise reading a book sitting on the sofa in a tomboyish manner, and the younger members of the family playing chess.

XX: My lady, Prince Y/n of Hanover is here. - she informs her of my arrival and I see how the matriarch gets up from the couch immediately.

Violet: What a pleasure to have you back here.- she walks towards me excitedly, passing by her daughter and giving her a light blow to make her sit good; causing a small amused smile from me.

Y/n: The pleasure is all mine Lady Bridgerton .- I assure her, greeting her with a kiss on her hand. -I hope I was right when i choose them.- I commented, extending the box with the sandwiches .

Violet: It wasn't necessary my lord.- she denies with a small smile receiving the box.

Y/n: Don't tell me my lord Lady Bridgerton, we are not in public and honestly I feel a bit old when it comes to it.- I say with a certain humor. -As long as you calls me by my name, we will be more than fine.- I assure her with a smile.

Violet: Okey Y/n, are you coming to have tea with us? - she asks with some emotion and illusion.

Y/n: If you are so kind as to accept me, then I would like to have tea with you. - I respond politely and without imposing myself.

Violet: I'm going to tell them to prepare it outside, since it's a wonderful day and the garden is beautiful. - she warns and leaves the room with a huge smile.

Gregory: When my sister marries you, will I be a prince too? - he asks running towards me, as soon as his mother disappears and with his sister by his side.

Hyacinth: And can I be a princess? - questions excited. - Because if Gregory can be a prince, I want to be a princess too.- she says confidently, receiving a push from her brother and she returns it.

Gregory: You're a copycat.- he reproaches her and I can't help but think about my absurd and childish fights with my brother when we were just kids.

I watch as they playfully push each other, poking each other and can only look longingly at them. I long for when life was as simple as copying your brother or playing a prank on him to annoy him.

Eloise: Stop fighting and making a fool of yourselfs.- she tells them, separating them by the heads. -Second, like "when my sister marries you"? - she asks his little brother.

Gregory: Mom says you're getting married, because Y/n comes every day for you and because he likes you.- he answers as if it were obvious and that causes me to laugh without being able to avoid it.

Eloise: Mom said that? - asks with a surprised expression.

Hyacinth: She and Lady Danbury have commented on it, they compare you with the work they did with Daphne and the Duke.- the youngest of all responds this time and I can't help but look at the oldest with a raised eyebrow.

Eloise: And what makes you think that I will marry him? - she points at me and I pretend to be offended; causing the children to laugh.

Hyacinth: Because you talk to him for more than a minute and you don't complain about him like you do with the rest of the suitors.- she answers as if it were the most obvious.

Y/n: So you don't complain about me? - I ask with amusement . -It's interesting to know.- I assure her, seeing how she kills me with her eyes.

Violet: We can go outside, they are already organizing the tea.- she warns us happily, entering the room and seeing the four of us standing together. -What are you talking about? - interested question.

Gregory: About how Y/n and Eloise are going to get married and I 'll be a prince.- he answers with total sincerity, causing the matriarch to open her eyes surprised and somewhat curious.

Eloise: Don't pay any attention to them, mother, the dwarves are just saying nonsense and commenting on some unimportant things they've heard.- She brushes the matter off with her hand.

Violet: Okay.- she nods not very convinced. -Let's go out.- she points out and placing her hands on her children's shoulders pushes them out.

I laugh at the attitude of the youngest and the conspiracies of Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton about my possible relationship with Eloise .

Eloise: Are you okay? - she asks me after a few seconds.

Y/n: Yes of course, why wouldn't I be? - I ask somewhat confused, starting to walk out with her.

Eloise: When my brothers have started to fight, you made a sad and somewhat thoughtful face.- she answers me with a small grimace. -And I wanted to know if you were alright.- she comments and I nod with a slight smile.

Y/n: I just remembered what it was like to be his age and fight with my older brother for any trifle.- I answer with a slightly sad face. -But I'm fine.- I assure her with a small smile.

Violet: Y/n and Eloise sit together on that side.- she points to the two free seats at the round table outside.

I take Eloise 's chair out for her to sit in, tucking her in nicely, then I sit to her right and across from the Bridgerton matriarch .

As soon as we sit down, tea and sandwiches along with other sweets are served on the table. And it is at that moment that I remember the book in my hand.

Y/n: Before I forget.- I speak turning to Eloise and stretching her the book. - The other day we talked about my studies and since you showed some interest regarding natural science and its uses in medicine, I have brought you this book for you to read.- I informed her seeing the smile appear on her face.

Eloise: Thank you.- she thanks me by receiving the book and opening it immediately. -There are things written.- she comments confused.

Y/n: It's my book; well it was, now it's yours. - I pointed out a bit nervous. -I asked my father to send it to me, since it is quite interesting and something basic so that you can understand it better.- I comment with a small smile. -What is written are my notes, which I wrote at the time to better understand the concepts and I have believed that this way it would be easier for you to understand everything too. It took me a while to understand everything, but to be honest; You're smarter than me and I'm sure you won't need the notes. But I wanted to make sure and that's why I'm giving you my old book and not a new one. - I explain to her, pointing to the small paragraphs written by hand on some pages.

Eloise: Thank you very much Y/n, it means a lot that you give me this book.- she assures me with a smile, looking into my eyes and I can see how her beautiful blue eyes water slightly.

Y/n: It's nothing, I know how much you appreciate books; I thought you would like and appreciate a book more than another dessert. - I explain somewhat embarrassed, scratching the back of my neck and feeling observed.

I couldn't tear my gaze from Eloise 's, feeling that if I look away from her I'll miss the happiness and excitement that sparkles in her eyes at the gift. And that's something I don't want to miss for the world.

POV Narrator

What he wasn't aware of, and neither was Eloise , was the look that Violet Bridgerton was giving into the interaction between his daughter and the prince. As she watched with a smile full of happiness, her daughter's face lit up at the detail and the prince's own detail towards her daughter.

Her daughter could deny it all she wanted, but she was falling in love with the Prince of Hannover and her eyes or the way she looked at him couldn't hide it. And for the first time, the former viscountess felt calm about the future of her rebellious daughter. Because she had someone who cared and would take proper care of her.

And Violet Bridgerton didn't just see that look on his daughter, She could also look at the look the prince was giving her daughter and the slightly reddish color of his cheeks. She just hopes that she and Lady Danbury are right and that the proposal is close.

Because her daughter had never looked at anyone like she was doing at that moment with Prince Y/n and she didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way of her happiness.

Eloise's POV

I was determined, I was going to accept the proposal and marry Prince Y/n. Sure, if the offer still stood.

After weighing it carefully for almost four days, I have realized that I win much more than I can lose. And not only will I end up winning, but my family and Y/n will also win; so it's the best I can do.

Also, that Y/n is not so bad and every day I am enjoying his presence and company more. The truth is that I never imagined that I would get married, but it was because it went against my ideals and my growth as a human being.

But I know that with Y/n my growth as a human being and as a woman will not be crushed or reduced in any way. The freedom that I would have is also something that has pushed me to accept, since that is something that has made it clear to me and I can do what I want as long as it is not something that puts my "marriage" at risk.

And lastly, Y/n was a nice company and I can have an intellectual discussion with him . Without feeling insulted by my sex and my "few" studies or level of knowledge.

He had been really great to me. My mother, like every day, has not stopped asking the prince questions and talking to him in an animated way. Like my little brothers, who have not stopped asking questions about the crown and royalty like every day.

Leaving little time for me to talk to him and tell him in a hidden way that I accept the proposal.

Just before he leaves, I stop him and look around making sure no one sees us. Once I make sure that my mother is busy with my brothers and they with my mother; I have the green light.

Eloise: I accept.- I tell him directly.

Y/n: Accept what?- he asks a bit confused.

Eloise: You are supposed to have studied and gone to the university.- I reproached him amused, giving him a light blow to the back of the head.

Y/n: That's not a reason to hit me.- he claims, rubbing the affected area.

Eloise: Exaggerated.- I say because of her reaction to the light blow. -But I accept your proposal.- I clarify and after a few seconds he opens his eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Are you serious? - he asks excited and with a certain illusion shining in his precious emerald eyes.

Eloise: I'm not kidding, you don't see how I laugh.- I say sarcastically causing him to laugh.

Y/n: I don't care about your horrible humor.- he downplays it with a smile. -I have to think about how to ask your mother for your hand, in the ring and in the house.- he enumerates and opens his eyes. -Where do you want the house? - he asks me with interest.

Eloise: Near Aubrey Hall, it's my family's country house and I don't want to be far from them, but I don't want to be in the center.- I answer. -In addition to the fact that my family is only here during the social season, then they live at Aubrey Hall for the rest of the year.- I explain and he nods in agreement.

Y/n: Perfect, well I guess I'll be back tomorrow for the I 'll ask your mother for your hand.- He nods according to his own plan.

Eloise: I'm afraid we won't be here tomorrow.- I comment with a grimace and I see how the smile disappears from his face.

Y/n: And why is that? - he asks confused.

Eloise: We're going to Aubrey Hall for the weekend, to bond with the family and spend time together; and blah blah blah.- I downplay any kind of importance.

Violet: What are you two talking about? - she asks appearing out of nowhere and scaring us completely.

Eloise: For God's sake mother, don't appear like that.- I ask with a hand on my chest and feeling the accelerated beating of my heart.

Violet: Sorry dear, I didn't know you were so engrossed in your conversation and that you hadn't seen me.- she apologized with an amused smile for my reaction.

Y/n: It's okay, the scares help keep the heart beating.- he says with an amused smile.

Violet: So? What were you talking about? - she returns to question too interested from my point of view.

Eloise: About the fact that tomorrow we're going to Aubrey Hall and that we'll spend the weekend there, so we won't be here for the prince Y/n to come for tea.- I answer my mother and see how the gears of her head begin to move.

Violet: Maybe Y/n can join us and be our guest this weekend.- she offers and it doesn't seem like a bad idea to me.

Y/n: I don't want to impose myself on your family weekend.- he denies with a small smile.

Violet: Don't say nonsense, you don't impose yourself and I'm also inviting you.- she assures him happily. -In addition, the Sharmas and Lady Danbury will also accompany us for another year. In fact, I'm surprised that Lady Danbury hasn't told you anything.- she says a little confused and thoughtful.

Y/n: It will be because of Edwina and her possible relationship with my cousin Friederich .- he comments a bit insecure. -From what I know, they spend a lot of time together and since my aunt can't be supervising all the time, it's Lady Danbury's turn to be watching.- he shrugged at the information.

Violet: Then we'll see each other tomorrow at Aubrey Hall.- she assures Y/n. -Let's go out, so I tell one of my drivers to give directions on how to get to your coachman.- she says threading her arm through the prince's and pulling him towards the entrance of the house.

I just laugh, when he looks at me over his shoulder with a face between surprise and amusement at my mother's attitude.

I shake my head and sigh calmly, knowing that many of my problems will be solved as soon as Y/n asks my mother for my hand. And the rest of my problems will be solved when the prince and I give each other the "yes, I want".

Because something is clear to me, if my mother believes that Y/n is going to ask me to marry him and that we are in love; the rest of the world will believe it too. Because if there is something that my mother is in this life: she is insightful.

None of my brothers have been able to deceive our mother, since she always knew when something did not quite fit and we hid something. So if Lady Danbury is being talked to about my possible marriage to the prince; it means that she believed it.

POV You

As soon as I get to the palace after being at the Bridgerton house , I head towards the tea room and where I'm sure my aunt is.

Now that Eloise has accepted the proposal to marry me, I have to start organizing the proposal and I need my aunt for it. I know that Eloise is not her favorite person after the last season, since at first she was sure it was Lady Whistledown and then she dismissed it; when her political position came to light.

Y/n: Aunt.- I greeted entering the room and making a reference. -I have to talk to you in private.- I ask and I see how she nods giving her servants a look.

Charlotte: Sit down dear.- she asks me pointing to the hole next to her on the sofa . -Tell me what do you want to talk about ? - she asks me interested when I sit next to her.

Y/n: You know that I have come to London with one intention, which is to fall in love and marry a woman from high society, right? - I ask a little nervous, because my aunt is the key to making everything believable and if she doesn't accept my engagement; neither will my father.

Charlotte: I am aware of this and that is why I put Lady Danbury as your supervisor, so that you could be successful in this first season. - she nods with a serious face.

Y/n: Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, aunt.- I point out the interest in her eyes. -I have found the person I want to marry and I want to have your blessing to ask for her mother's hand.- I comment with all the confidence in the world.

Charlotte: So soon? - clearly surprised question. -We've barely been in the season for three weeks.- she says, somewhat impressed.

Y/n: I know, but I can't explain what I feel when I see her or when I'm with her aunt.- I start to say to make it sound credible. -Besides that you have always told me that love does not have a predestined time.- I remind her with a small smile.

Charlotte: Are you sure dear? - she asks me and I just nod. -Do you love her? - she asks staring into my eyes and I stay for a few seconds thinking.

Y/n: Yes.- I answer without taking my eyes off his, trying to look sincere and credible.

Charlotte: Then I give you my permission.- she nods with a huge smile. -And can you tell who is the lucky one? - she questions interested.

Y/n: Eloise  Bridgerton, aunt.- I answer confidently and I see the surprise and a hint of annoyance appear on her face.

Charlotte: No.- she denies immediately.

Y/n: Aunt please, I love her and I want to marry her.- I ask, grabbing one of her hands and looking at her with pity.

Charlotte: Can't you choose someone else? Someone who doesn't hang out with political radicals? - she asks in the form of a complaint.

Y/n: She's not a radical girl, she's intelligent and has something on her mind besides the pianoforte.- I defend her without thinking. -The hours fly by when I talk to her, I feel comfortable and I feel that she really wants to be with me because of who I am; and not for being the prince aunt.- I say honestly.

Charlotte: And I'm glad you feel that way about someone dear nephew. But couldn't it be anyone else? - she asks in surrender and I smiled knowing what it means.

Y/n: I'm sorry aunt, but she's the right one for me and I'm sure that if you meet her you'll like her too.- I assure her smiling and seeing how a slight smile appears on her face.

Charlotte: I'll accept her because for me you're like a son and if she makes you happy I can't oppose it.- she finally accepts and I jump on her to hug her.

Y/n: Thanks aunt, you don't know how much this means to me.- I tell her when we parted from the hug.

Charlotte: And how do you plan to ask for her hand? - question interested and excited by the event.

Y/n: Lady Bridgerton has invited me to spend the weekend with them and Lady Danbury at Aubrey Hall; and tomorrow when I arrives I'll ask for her daughter's hand and if she accepts I'll ask her after dinner. - I reply a bit nervous, due to the possibility that she refuses and the plan is spoiled.

Charlotte: And you already have the ring? - she ask and I deny. -Well, come with me dear.- she asks me getting up and I walk next to her.

We walk towards her dressing room, where there is a table full of precious stones on a table in the center and as soon as we stop in front of her she opens a box in the center.

When she opens the box, I widen my eyes to see what's inside and look at her in astonishment.

Charlotte: This was one of the first rings that King George gave me as a gift.- she comments showing me the ring. -The king discovered that emeralds were my favorite stone and he thought it would be a good gift for me; and he was right.- she tells me looking at the ring with a certain sadness and affection.

Y/n: It's beautiful aunt.- I compliment seeing the brilliant stones of the ring.

Charlotte: It has a lot of meaning to me and that's why I want you to have it.- she tells me, offering me the box.

Y/n: No, aunt, as you think, I can't accept something so important and with so much emotional value.- I deny immediately.

Charlotte: I insist.- she says pushing the box in my hands. -I want you to ask that girl to marry me with my ring, for me you are my son and I want this ring to pass into your hands.- she explains and I nod, looking at the ring more carefully .

Y/n: It really is precious. - I whisper, looking hypnotized at the great emerald in the ring.

Charlotte: And valuable, that's why I want you to ask her to marry you with that ring and pass it on from generation to generation.- she assures me and I nod safely.

Y/n: Thank you very much aunt.- I thank her again and hug her again; immediately being wrapped in her arms in an almost maternal way.

Charlotte: I am very proud of you my little one and of how much you have matured; your mother would be proud too. - she whispered safely against my ear and I can't help but tighten the hug feeling the itch in my eyes.

I'm sure you wouldn't be so proud if you knew the truth and the reason for my marriage. She always defended love and from the first day she told me to marry for love. That I would never marry for any other reason than love and here I am, marrying by agreement with my father.

Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper feeling the guilt invade me.

Charlotte: Also, I understand that that girl also likes emeralds.- she assures me amused when we part from the embrace.

Y/n: Let's hope for the best.- I comment amused and looking again at the ring in my hands.

Now all I have to do is pack for this weekend and have Lady Bridgerton accept my marriage proposal to Eloise. I just hope everything goes well.

NEXT

[multifailures]

Portraits When Writing Failed

Summary: In silent company, Benedict and Y/N would work until Benedict found something he definitely was not meant to see. 1.9k

A/N: I’m so slow at writing. I want to start getting at least two posts up a week but please be patient with me until I get there (: I also would love to get some song/lyrics/quotes prompts as requests-- it’s so much easier writing like that imo. if you want to send a request, i listed my preferred fandoms on my masterlist. hope you enjoy reading (:

Words were Y/N’s first love. She spoke in elegance many were envious of and had her head stuck often in the highest quality of novels. She even kept a diary of unspoken words of her devotion: poems of unrequited love and prose of unrealised potential. Those lyrics often fell with a single muse: Benedict Bridgerton.

Together, the two creative minds would sit in comfortable silence—in his house’s drawing room or her family garden, it didn’t much matter where. Sat far apart on opposite benches, there was an unspoken inspiration between the two. Their heads would be stuck in their notebooks or sketchbooks, only looking at one another when certain the other was too focused to notice. When she was not looking at him and her head was down, Y/N’s hair fell to her face in an ethereal halo that Benedict admired so much he couldn’t help but sketch each individual strand and the tip of her nose poking through. He favoured in drawing her eyes, too, letting colourful ink flow between pencil markings just to witness her mesmerising gaze in times he cannot be next to her.  

When looking at Benedict, Y/N wrote of the brightest of days that could never be dulled and of conversations that she never wished to forget. She wrote in verse of the lightest of touches as they danced in silent yearning; she rambled of secret glances she swore she’d seen. However, words had failed her in recent weeks. Her diary had become a mess of crossing outs and unfinished sentences. What’s more? Where words had trailed off, sketches had replaced. Many were innocuous—simple tree doodles and night sky scenes; she had filled many of these pages without thought, just as a distraction. Though, hidden between the pages of writing and doodles were possibly Y/N’s deepest secrets. She had drawn portraits of a man where words had failed to describe him. They weren’t good, she was certain, and some even failed to capture his likeness at all, but her hand still drew with absent-mindedness. Benedict was the only thing she could draw when she thought of whimsical love and safe comfort. Those feeling had consumed her more and more each day now that they returned to London for the social season.

In their current session of silent dalliance, Benedict and Y/N sat like they always did with space between. In the Bridgerton’s drawing room, Benedict lounged with his back on the couches’ arm rest while, ever-so-proper, Y/N sat with a straightened back on the blue armchair opposite. Neither had ever dared getting closer, no matter how much they had wished to. Y/N had been told all her life not to get too close to handsome men; Benedict has been taught by his eldest brother that proper ladies weren’t worth his time. Yet, they still kept each other company in their distance.

So, they sat with pencils to paper in the drawing room, trying not to make the other aware of their subject of desire. For some reason though, Benedict seemed to be in much more of a talking mood today. It had only been twenty minutes of quiet working until he speaks. “Y/N,” He gains her attention. “What are you doing?”

She refuses to take her eyes off her page, though she can see him in the corner of her eyes as he puts his own work down. “I’m writing, as always.”

“You’re certain?” He quips his head, a hint of a knowing smirk on his face. His gaze makes Y/N shift uncomfortably. She hums in agreement but feels her face begin to heat under his scrutiny, though surely there was nothing to worry. She looks back down to her notebook and turns the page to a less criminal page. No longer were multiple sketches of Benedict’s face plastered on a two-page spread, but writings of the large tree outside her bedroom window replaced. Y/N eyes him suspiciously, as he seems to supress a mischievous smile. He doesn’t mention her quick page turning but watches her with an intent that seems slightly suffocating.

“Then you’re not too busy, I take it.” He sits himself up, patting the cushion that his legs were just lying on. “Can you help with this drawing of mine?”

She questions, “How would I be able to help?” She didn’t have any artistic knowledge, if she did it was all from Benedict’s mouth. Nevertheless, she closes her book and stands with a smoothing of her lavender day dress.

“Oh, you’ll be most helpful.” His eyes trail her movement as she walks closer. As she approaches the sitting man, she sees the book that had lost his interest only moments ago. However, she realises as she sees the page sitting atop the book, that he had not lost any interest at all. Rather, it was this page of a series of small sketches that piqued his interest when he found it crumbled up during their last silent meeting. Like always, some words and doodles marked the paper, but much of the page was filled with only one sketch: Benedict.

She stops mid-step when she realises just what it is he’s holding. He is sure he hears her curse under her breath, something he had never heard from her before. His eyes widen in surprise, only smiling more with that. She attempts to reach it out his hand, their fingers brush together. There was little contact in their friendship; when their skin touched, every stress seemed to melt away. In that sudden connection, Benedict uses the advantage of their newfound touch to pull the book away with a gloating smile. He puts it behind his head, willing her to reach again.

“Stop your teasing, Ben!” She cries with frustration and lunges for the torn page. “Just give it to me!”

He snaps it away once again. She knew better to fight him and sinks into the seat beside him. For the first time he had seen in many months, her lady persona breaks as she huffs down into crossed arms and a pouting mouth. He chuckles but is met with a grumpy glare that only brightens his eyes more. In fact, he deemed it an adorable face that he wanted to memorise to sketch later.

He could only contain his chuckles for so long to ask, “Why on earth would I tease you?”

“Because it’s horrible! It barely even looks like you!” It wasn’t perfect, of course. His nose seemed a bit too big. His eyes may be looking in different directions, she couldn’t even tell. Yet, she did capture him in all that he is with a mischievous smirk and a suit a bit too dishevelled for his mother’s liking. “And it’s the most mortifying thing I’ve ever done.”

“It’s good, Y/N! Anyway, no, that’s not what I mean.” He passes his own sketchbook to her. He nods to the closed book, willing her to open it up and look at his work. She flips through numerous pages. She was not his only source of inspiration, but enough to shock her. She had known of a few of these sketches; he had asked her, amongst many others, to sit for him numerous amounts of time. The ones that caught her off guard, however, where the ones she was unaware of; the ones she had not seen after he said she could relax her pose. “How can I be teasing you, when I have done the exact same?”

She lands on one particular page towards the middle of the sketchbook. In this sketch that spread across the entire page, Y/N was drawn in charcoal hues as she sat at the pianoforte next to Hyacinth. She remembered that day clearly, their studying interrupted by the Bridgerton youngest, asking for an impromptu music lesson. Her nimble fingers fell on the keys just the same as Hyacinth, but she seemed merely a figure whilst every imperfect strand of hair and line of concentration on Y/N’s forehead were presented. She could not tear her eyes away from the masterpiece that was made in her image. She looked—no, he made her look— ethereal.

“Please, look at me Y/N.” He lifts her chin to meet his eyes with the softest of touches. He could not bring his voice to more than a whisper. “I have spent hours studying those eyes of yours and still find myself lost in them.”

“Ben,” Her breath hitches in her throat. Her heated cheeks are no longer the result of shame and embarrassment, but from being in such close proximity to the man she had spent years of quiet friendship with. “It’s beautiful.”

He chuckles, “I had never thought of you to be so arrogant.”

She whacks him with that very book, her eyes rolling at his failure to stop his teasing. He takes the book from her hands and drops it dramatically to the floor. Y/N watches it fall, worried it would ruin any work, but he keeps looking just at her. Her nervous eyes meet his yearning ones again. He lifts his finger to the fallen hair that he so obviously adored to draw and sweeps it away from her face. “It is not hard to make a drawing beautiful when its muse is the greatest beauty in every room.”

Her pout finally drops from her lips as she processes what he is saying. She tries to bring her eyes down to her fiddling hands but his hand that swept away her hand is now caressing her cheek. He keeps a light smile on his face, but a shaky breath escapes him as the only hint of anything other than teasing. He is just as nervous as she is, just a lot better at hiding it.

“It’s not something I ever wanted anyone to see,” She admits. He swears he could feel her head lean slightly into his touch. “You just always seem so lost in drawing and I got bored of writing one day but didn’t want to leave.”

Her quiet confession makes Benedict smile like he had never before. He didn’t think it possible to grin so hard. “You didn’t want to leave?”

He thinks he’s offended her as she sighs, but she shakes her head. She, for all he could describe, had an eye of a nervous wreck. Though, she was the writer, and he was the artist.  “Spending time with you is the best way to spend time in London. And when I’m not with you, I spend every minute I can be alone looking at the sketches I’ve drawn of you. Writing failed to capture you the way I wanted to in portraits.”

He trails his eyes down to the book and page discarded on the floor. He analysed just how he was captured: in between the markings and the erasings, he finally understood. He was drawn with love at the forefront of her mind. It was the same heart-warming emotion he felt any time he would pick up a pencil and think of her. His eyes left the book, trailed to the door that showed the empty hallway. When he was certain no unwelcome visitors would interrupt, his eyes finally landed back to the wonderful woman that seems to melt in his embrace.

“Y/N?” He whispers in quiet staring. “May I kiss you?”

She softly bites her lip and replaces it with a smile. The small tilt of her head signals a nod, and she places the fingers he loved draw on his forearm. Perhaps when writing failed to express her feelings, she could draw his portrait to express the love she sees in him. However, a simple drawing would never replace the feeling of soft lips on his and the slight grip, begging for him to never let go.

[peterpparkrr]

(Not) the same as it was - ch. 3 | A Bridgerton Series

Series: (Not) the same as it was

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x OFC

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Lady Josephine Wescott has a semi-honest conversation with her godmother. A young Josephine Saville and Anthony Bridgerton fall in love.

A/N: This is a short chapter but there is a LOT more meaty goodness to come! As always thank you for your patience with me as I struggle to write multiple fics at the same time.

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Bridgerton House, London, 1814

“Will you marry again?” Violet asks her as the pair sit across from each other. 

For the first time she can remember, it’s just the two of them in the room, no other Bridgertons are running around, distracting their mother. Which means that Jo is the sole subject of Violet’s attention. 

If she didn’t love Violet, she’d be terrified.

“I don’t know,” Jo admits. She knows that she should. She has nothing from her first marriage, and of course, she could live with her father, but it would look odd from the outside. A Dowager Countess moving into her father’s Edinburgh townhome? 

The gossip would never cease.

Everyone will expect her to remarry.

“Why did you never remarry, Violet?” Jo asks her godmother.

“How could I?” Violet replies as she shrugs her shoulders slightly. Jo can already see the wetness that’s pooling in Violet’s eyes. Her sheer love for Edmund is still written across her face all these years after he’d passed.

“That’s the same way my father talks about my mother,” Jo replies with a small smile, thinking about her parents' devotion. 

In her childhood, Jo had never realized just how lucky she was to have two shining examples of sheer matrimonial devotion. How rare that kind of marriage was. 

Jo had been so naive then.

“And how is your father coping with his daughter being so far away from him?” Violet asks. “I know that he and your mother were already planning the move to be closer to you before she passed. He must be lonely up in Edinburgh by himself.”

“My father was the one who wanted me to come to London. He twisted Aunt Elizabeth’s arm until she agreed to chaperone,” Jo admits to her. “I think he hoped I’d make a love match this second time around.”

“These men may surprise you,” Violet tells her. Hoping her goddaughter would stay open to the possibility of marriage. “I know the conditions were very different the last time you were here, but I hope you will allow yourself to open up to the possibilities.” 

“Everything has changed. I’m not the same person I was when I left,” Jo tells Violet softly.

“You never did tell me what happened between you and Anthony, Josephine,” Violet tells her softly. “I’ve never asked Anthony, and I don’t want to pry…”

“There’s not much to tell, we grew apart,” Jo replies. She does her best to keep her voice even, but she knows that she can’t help but give away that there’s rather much to tell on that subject. Not that she has any interest in sharing it.

“What about Eloise, is there any hope she’ll be interested in finding a match this season?” Jo asks, swiftly changing the subject. 

Violet allows for the not-so-subtle redirection. Though she can’t help but want to table the discussion for another time. When she can press Josephine with hopes of discovering what it was that caused it all to go so wrong between the pair. 

Aubrey Hall, Kent, 1802 

Christmas Eve with the Bridgertons and Savilles had always been a grand affair. With the current count of children now at eight with the recent addition of baby Gregory, Aubrey Hall was fit to burst from all the excitement. 

It was near impossible to not be swept up in the chaos the younger Bridgertons had created thanks to their many new presents.

“Have you seen Anthony?” Jo asked Benedict as the pair stood near the fireplace, watching Josephine’s father show Colin and Daphne how to swing the mallets of the family’s brand-new Pall Mall set.

Why her father had thought it was a good idea to gift the Bridgerton children, the most blood-thirty, cutthroat brood of children Jo had ever met, a competitive game that required mallets would be a mystery to Jo. 

“No, he disappeared a while ago, I think he wanted to be able to hear himself think,” Benedict tells her.

“Ahh,” Jo hummed as she surveyed the room. 

“I’ll be right back,” Jo told Benedict. 

“Anthony?” Jo called out as she stepped through the doorway of the library, having followed the faint glow of candlelight to the room.

“Oh, Jo,” Anthony greeted her as he stood from the chair he’d been sitting in.

“I was looking for you,” She replied as she made her way over to where was standing by the window, her hands hidden behind her back.

“You found me,” He replied with a small smile.

“You missed most of the gift-giving, the drawing room looks like a battlefield,” She tells him.

Anthony grins.

“Thank you for the present, it’s beautiful,” Jo adds as her right-hand reaches up to play with the necklace she’d immediately clasped around her neck once the bow was removed from the box.

The chain was delicate, and the small pearl drop-down was understated but perfect in her mind. She had no idea how Anthony had known she would like it. She can hardly imagine him asking her mother or his own for their input on the gift.

And the potential meaning that it might have from the pair. 

“I’m glad you like it,” Anthony replies.

A necklace was not a gift given to a friend, not from a man. And Jo was well aware of that. And so, despite the potential ramifications it might have, Jo had made a rash decision, deciding that this was her moment, it was now or never.

“Don’t you want your present?” Jo asked him.

“I didn’t want to assume you got me anything, I didn’t see anything from you in the pile,” Anthony admits.

“I didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone,” Jo explains.

“What did you get me, Miss Saville? Certainly not something salacious?” Anthony teased as he gazed into her eyes intently, his mouth curled into a smile. 

“Close your eyes,” She tells him as she steps toward him. 

Anthony obliged, his eyes fluttering closed as Jo studied him. 

“Should I hold out my hands?” Anthony asked, his voice dipping just below a whisper. 

“Yes,” Jo replied quietly.

Anthony brought his hands out in front of him, holding them open, palm up. 

Jo considered him for a quiet moment of anticipation. Anthony Bridgerton was the most handsome man she had ever known. If she was an artist she would paint, or sketch, or sculpt him for the rest of her life and never tire of using him as a subject. He was perfect. 

And so Jo placed her hands in his, wrapping her fingers around them as she stepped to him and pressed her lips to his, her own eyes falling closed. 

Jo hesitated for a painful moment when she felt Anthony freeze, and when his hands pulled out her own her eyes flew open and she was certain she had made a terrible mistake. 

But she opened her eyes to see Anthony already looking back at her, not in- as she had feared- horror, but with an unexpected expression that she could not fully recognize. 

Anthony’s eyes were dark as she stared back at him, but before she could open her mouth to apologize Anthony’s hands reached up to her cheeks, and pulled her face back to his own, returning her kiss with one of his own, one that felt impossibly deeper, and that lit something within her as her own now empty hands reached for the lapels of Anthony’s jacket, pulling him as close as she could manage.

When they finally broke apart the grin on Jo’s face was so wide it almost hurt.

“I-I… you have no idea how long I’ve been wishing I could do that,” Anthony admitted in a hoarse tone as he looked at Jo, brushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear.

“Happy Christmas, Anthony,” She told him in a soft whisper.

“I asked your father if I could court you,” Anthony admits.

“You-you did?” Jo asked, the shock evident in her voice. Her father hadn’t said a single thing to her.

“Is that alright?” Anthony asked nervously. 

“I’m the one who kissed you,” Jo reminds him with a shove at his shoulder.

“It’s more than alright,” She adds as she links her hand in his, brushing her thumb over his own. “Just promise me one thing. Promise me we’ll always be friends first?” 

“Always. I could never lose you, Jo,” Anthony replies, punctuating his promise with the press of his lips to her own.

[toilandtroubled]

— 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

characters by @babyroblns

[calderxn]

"I'm on waves, out being toss

Is there a line that I could just go cross?"

ARYA • bridgerton female oc

Arya Windbrooke possesses an aura of mystery and defiance, with dark chocolate hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face adorned with piercing emerald eyes that seem to hold a world of secrets.

She is a force to be reckoned with, a tempestuous soul yearning to break free from the constraints of tradition and expectation, and to embrace the boundless possibilities that lie beyond.

[salvawhores-world]

Benedict Bridgerton X OC PART 1

Benedict Bridgerton x Helen Ashford

Warnings - infidelity angst, Colin and his dramatics, Bridgerton siblings banter.

A/N - This is my first time ever writing anything I initially started off with a small idea of imagining Benedict in an arranged marriage and now I have a whole story dedicated to him with two parts. I love him he’s my comfort character

Benedict Bridgerton was a man of many talents, but it was his passion for art that truly set him apart. From a young age, he had a natural talent for sketching and painting, and he spent countless hours lost in his own world, creating masterpieces that would never see the light of day.

He longed to pursue art as a career, to create something that would leave a lasting impression on the world.

But such dreams were not meant for someone of his station. His family had other plans for him, plans that involved a respectable marriage and a career in politics.

As the second eldest son of the Bridgerton family, Benedict had always known that he would be expected to marry and carry on the family line. However, the recent marriage of his older brother Anthony to Kate had made the prospect of Benedict's own marriage all the more pressing.

Benedict's mother, Violet, couldn't help but worry about her son. She knew that he had a passion for art and a desire to pursue a career as an artist, but she also knew that his duty to the family would come first. She feared that the pressure of marriage and starting a family would stifle his creative pursuits and leave him feeling unfulfilled.

Violet had seen it happen to too many women of her own generation, and she didn't want the same fate to befall her beloved son. She had tried to broach the subject with Benedict, but he was always quick to deflect the conversation. He didn't want to burden his family with his own worries and concerns, and he certainly didn't want to disappoint them by admitting that he wasn't ready for marriage just yet.

But as the Bridgerton family continued to socialize and attend events, the pressure on Benedict only grew. He couldn't escape the constant chatter about eligible young ladies and potential matches, and he found himself withdrawing more and more into his art as a way to cope.

Violet watched her son with a heavy heart, knowing that she couldn't protect him from the expectations of society forever. She only hoped that he would find a way to balance his duty to the family with his own desires and passions, and that he would be able to find happiness on his own terms.

Eloise, her heart pounding with both curiosity and courage, confronted her mother about the discussion she had overheard between her and Anthony as they strolled together through the grand halls of their estate.

The words tumbled out of her lips in a burst of audacity, "I just heard you and Anthony talking about Benedict's marriage, but as far as I know, he isn't courting anyone, not even this season."

Violet Bridgerton, her mother, paused for a moment, her eyes holding a glimmer of understanding and a touch of nostalgia.

She gently took Eloise's arm, her voice carrying the weight of experience and wisdom as she responded, "Oh, my dear Eloise, sometimes in life, love takes its own course. It isn't always about falling in love but rather finding love, staying in love, and then realizing you have fallen ever so deeply."

"What do you mean, Mother?" Eloise inquired, her voice tinged with both curiosity and skepticism.

Violet smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes, as they continued their leisurely walk through the opulent estate. What I mean, my dearest, is that sometimes life presents us with unexpected twists and turns. It's entirely possible for Benedict to embark on an arranged marriage, a path dictated by tradition and duty, rather than one fueled by romantic notions."

Eloise burst into laughter, her mirth bubbling forth uncontrollably. The sound echoed through the corridors, startling her mother and causing heads to turn in their direction. Violet stared at her daughter, her expression a mix of surprise and concern.

"Forgive me, Mother," Eloise managed to say between fits of laughter, attempting to regain her composure. "It's just that the idea of Benedict, our dear Benedict, surrendering to an arranged marriage seems utterly preposterous."

Violet's brows knitted together, her concern deepening. "Eloise, this is no laughing matter. Arranged marriages have been a part of our society for centuries, and they have their own intricacies and complexities."

Eloise wiped away tears of laughter, her amusement slowly subsiding as she recognized her mother's earnestness. "I understand, Mother, and I apologize for my outburst. It's just... Benedict, surrendering his heart to an arranged union? It feels inconceivable, given his free-spirited nature and disdain for convention."

Violet's lips curved into a gentle smile, a touch of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Ah, my dear Eloise, that is the beauty of life. It often surprises us, revealing facets of our loved ones that we never imagined existed. Perhaps there is more to Benedict's story than what meets the eye."

As they continued their walk, Eloise pondered her mother's words, her mind filled with possibilities and newfound curiosity. The notion of Benedict, the eternal wanderer of passions, embracing an arranged marriage felt like an enigma waiting to be unraveled. With a mixture of skepticism and intrigue.

As fate continued to weave its intricate threads through the lives of the Bridgerton siblings, it seemed that each of them had fallen into the embrace of classic romance tropes.

Daphne, the eldest daughter, had embarked on a journey of fake dating, her heart entangled in a web of pretense. Anthony, the protective older brother, had found love in the most unlikely of places, as old enemies blossomed into passionate lovers. Colin, the carefree and curious sibling, had discovered the beauty of a slow-burning romance with his dearest friend.

And now, it appeared to be Benedict's turn to dance within the realms of yet another timeless trope – the search for love within the confines of an arranged marriage. Fate had taken hold of his destiny, leading him down a path strewn with the delicate petals of duty and tradition.

In the midst of uncertainty, Benedict sought solace in his passions, losing himself in the strokes of his paintbrush and the whispers of his thoughts. With each stroke, he poured his longing and hopes onto canvas, the art becoming a testament to his desire for a love that transcended convention.

Entering the drawing room, Benedict found Anthony engrossed in a stack of papers, his face clouded with frustration, while Kate stood nearby, arms folded tightly across her chest, a deep furrow etched upon her brow. The tension in the room was palpable.

“Must you always interfere?" Kate's voice carried a hint of exasperation, her words laced with a touch of defiance.

Anthony sighed heavily, his gaze meeting Kate's with equal determination. "Of course, I must. Benedict is my brother, and it is my duty to guide and protect him."

Kate's eyes flashed with a mix of concern and frustration. "But shouldn't you let him be, Anthony? What happened to his dreams of applying to art colleges? You can't simply dismiss his passion."

Anthony remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together, the weight of responsibility weighing upon him.

"Viscount Anthony Bridgerton!" Kate's voice rang out, her frustration reaching its peak as she snatched a paper from her husband's hand.

“Kathani," Anthony finally spoke, his voice measured and controlled. "He is my brother, and I must prioritize what I believe is best for him, regardless of his personal inclinations."

Kate scoffed, her eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief, before turning on her heel and storming out of the room, leaving Benedict standing in the doorway, a witness to the clash of wills between his brother and sister-in-law.

Benedict struggled to make sense of their heated exchange, the words and emotions swirling in his mind like an abstract painting yet to be deciphered. He longed to understand what they were discussing, how his art and aspirations were entangled in their impassioned debate.

Benedict sauntered into the grand main hall, where Eloise sat engrossed in her book, Colin and Hyacinth fiercely battling each other in a game of chess. The servants scurried about, setting up tea and cakes with an air of anticipation.

"Didn't Daphne and her little one just bid us adieu?" Benedict mused, his voice filled with curiosity.

Eloise, barely lifting her gaze from the pages, responded with nonchalance, "Oh, indeed! Daphne and her precious offspring, the never-ending tale that keeps us entertained. That THING’S face hasn't changed in moons!"

Colin erupted into laughter, only to be silenced by a stern glare from their mother, Violet. "Eloise, enough of your quips. And Colin, my dear, stop being the instigator," Violet scolded, her tone laced with maternal authority.

Colin gasped, feigning innocence. "Mother, 'twas Eloise who spoke of young Auggie as if he were a lifeless object. Why am I always the one caught in the crossfire?”

Eloise playfully continued to tease Colin, and he retaliated with equal fervor. Benedict contemplated joining the banter, a mischievous glint in his eye, but his mind remained consumed by the earlier events. He was barely aware of the chatter around him.

"Eloise, Colin, enough of your bickering. Lady Danbury might grace us with her presence any moment now," Violet interjected, busy arranging the crockery with precision. "Both of you, vacate the hall. I have an affair of great importance to discuss with Lady Danbury in utmost privacy."

Eloise stubbornly protested, "But I'm at the climax of this novel! Can't you see, Mother? Leave me be!" Violet shot Eloise a pointed look, conveying her wishes through a mere expression.

With an exasperated sigh, Eloise reluctantly closed her book, muttering under her breath, "May the heavens save us from such tyranny," before reluctantly exiting the room.

Violet then turned her attention to Colin and Hyacinth, adopting a commanding tone. "Colin, Hyacinth, must I resort to written instructions to enforce obedience?" The siblings sprang into action, hastily collecting their chess pieces, aware of their mother's unwavering authority.

"Benedict, my dear, one shouldn't expect their aged mother to repeat herself, now should they?" Violet quipped, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Benedict nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes, as he made his exit from the hall.

Lady Danbury gracefully entered the room, her presence commanding attention. "Violet, my dear, I believe I have unraveled the reason behind this conversation of ours," she stated, delicately sipping her tea.

“Agatha, my son," Violet began to explain, but Lady Danbury interjected with a mischievous smile, "Ah, the talented artist that he is. Such brilliance is a rarity in this day and age."

Violet, perplexed by Lady Danbury's remark, followed her gaze outside the window, where Benedict sat on a swing, lost in his thoughts. Violet's eyes widened in realization as she turned back to Lady Danbury. "You have someone in mind, don't you?" she inquired, her voice filled with curiosity.

“Lady Danbury leaned forward, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Indeed, my dear Violet. I know of a young lady named Helen Ashford. She possesses all the qualities that would make her a perfect match for Benedict. Beauty, grace, and a spirit that matches his own. They would create a remarkable union."

Violet's brow furrowed as she contemplated the idea. "An arranged marriage for Benedict? But will he accept such an arrangement willingly?" she questioned, her concern evident.

Lady Danbury chuckled softly. "Ah, my dear Violet, love has a way of blossoming even in the most unexpected circumstances”

Violet's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "You truly believe they would be a good match?"

Lady Danbury nodded, her conviction unwavering. "Indeed, my dear friend. Their shared passions, their complementary spirits, it is a pairing meant to be. With a gentle nudge and a little encouragement, their love story could unfold like a beautiful tapestry.

Helen, my dear sister, you must consider marriage someday," Earl Henry Ashford persistently attempted to engage in conversation with his headstrong sibling, as he had done countless times before.

Helen glanced up from her musical notes, her determination evident as she dropped her quill.

And I never claimed I wouldn't, brother. Find me a suitable match and marry me off if you must. After all, I was born for it, was I not? What I refuse, however, is to seek a love match and hope to find true love within the bounds of marriage," she asserted firmly, making her stance clear.

Henry attempted to explain his perspective, hoping to change her mind. "How can you perceive being in love as a negative thing simply because of one unfortunate incident?" he questioned.

Look at our king and queen, we all aspire to have a love like theirs," Henry argued, his tone filled with conviction, as if hoping to sway Helen's viewpoint.

Helen's eyes narrowed with a hint of pain and defiance. "The incident you so casually refer to was our mother, Henry," she retorted sharply.

“And speaking of our king and queen, have you not noticed the loneliness that engulfs our queen? I would rather enter into an arranged marriage than embark on a path of self-destruction," she declared, her voice laced with bitterness. With that, she abruptly rose from her seat and stormed out of the room, leaving Henry to contemplate her words.

It was a difficult matter for Helen. Her parents had shared a passionate love, a union that seemed unbreakable. They adorned each other with affection, creating a celestial symphony of devotion.

However, tragedy struck when, at the tender age of fourteen, Helen discovered her father's lifeless body in their backyard. He had taken his own life upon learning of her mother's infidelity.

Since that fateful day, Helen had learned that no amount of love could ever fill the void or shield against heartbreak. She held a deep resentment towards her mother, who had abandoned Helen and her brother, leaving young Henry burdened with the responsibilities of an Earl at the tender age of nineteen.

The moon cast a soft glow over the tranquil Bridgerton estate as Eloise sought solace in the hidden depths of the backyard. The late hour and the veil of darkness concealed her secret indulgence—a cigarette, clandestinely lit to calm her restless mind.

Unbeknownst to her, Benedict had noticed her absence from the drawing room and followed the flickering ember of her vice. He found her, a solitary figure enveloped by the shadows, and approached her with cautious steps.

Eloise," Benedict called out, his voice carrying a blend of concern and curiosity. She turned, startled by his sudden presence, and quickly tried to hide the evidence of her forbidden vice. Benedict, ever perceptive, arched an eyebrow but said nothing, extending his hand to take the pack of cigarettes from her. Eloise exhaled deeply, grateful that her brother had discovered her secret rather than their ever-watchful mother.

Benedict sought answers, and he knew Eloise held the key. After all, Eloise Bridgerton always possessed knowledge, an understanding of everything. "Would you care to enlighten me?" he inquired gently

Eloise sighed with a sense of relief, extending the pack of cigarettes to him. "What troubles you, Eloise?" Benedict pressed, his tone laced with weariness.

Eloise feigned confusion, attempting to divert the conversation. "What troubles me? Is it the fact that I will be out next season? Or perhaps the reality that I never had the chance to pursue my studies? Or maybe it's the secret betrayal of my childhood best friend, concealed for who knows how long," she rambled, trying to steer clear of the true topic at hand.

Benedict grew impatient, sensing her avoidance. "You know perfectly well that is not what I am asking," he stated firmly. Eloise let out an awkward chuckle, well aware that Violet would be furious if she discovered their conversation. "Haha, a funny thing indeed. So, Mama intends to arrange a marriage for you. That is why Lady Danbury paid us a visit this afternoon," she revealed.

Benedict's face contorted with disbelief. His mother knew all too well that he desired a love match, to marry for love alone. "Nonsense! What nonsense are you speaking, Eloise?" he protested.

Eloise, weary of the situation, replied, "It was something about staying in love, a string of nonsensical ideas. But Mother is determined, Benedict."

Benedict ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts swirling in a sea of uncertainty. He had always envisioned a marriage filled with passion, a partner with whom he could share his deepest desires and aspirations. The idea of surrendering his fate to an arranged union felt stifling, restricting the freedom he longed for. Yet, he couldn't deny the weight of his family's expectations and the duty he felt to honor them.

As the moonlight bathed them in its ethereal glow, Benedict and Eloise found themselves at a crossroads—a delicate balance between tradition and personal desires. Little did they know that their conversations under the moonlit sky would set in motion a chain of events that would challenge their beliefs, push the boundaries of their comfort zones, and ultimately lead them to uncover the true meaning of love, choice, and destiny in a world where societal norms and personal desires clashed.

Lady Danbury's carriage arrived at the elegant estate of Earl Henry and Countess Caroline Ashford. The grand entrance welcomed her with its intricate marble columns and exquisite floral arrangements.

Lady Danbury, adorned in her finest regency attire, descended from the carriage with grace, her eyes shimmering with purpose. As she was ushered into the drawing room, Earl Henry and Countess Caroline rose to greet their esteemed guest.

"Lady Danbury, what a delight to have you grace our humble abode," Earl Henry exclaimed, extending his hand in greeting. "To what do we owe this honor?"

Lady Danbury's eyes twinkled mischievously as she settled into an ornate armchair. "Ah, Earl Henry, Countess Caroline, I have come with a proposition that might pique your interest," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of excitement.

Curiosity piqued, Earl Henry motioned for his wife to join them, and they sat opposite Lady Danbury, eager to hear her proposal. Countess Caroline's eyes sparkled with anticipation, for she had heard tales of Lady Danbury's matchmaking prowess.

"Pray, Lady Danbury, do enlighten us," Earl Henry urged, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Lady Danbury leaned forward, her gaze fixed on them. "I come with a proposition concerning your sister, Miss Helen Ashford," she revealed, her voice carrying a tone of conviction.

Earl Henry exchanged a quick glance with Countess Caroline, their interest now fully piqued. "Miss Helen? Pray, do tell us more," Earl Henry inquired, his tone politely inquisitive.

"Lady Danbury," Countess Caroline interjected, her voice filled with curiosity. "What could you possibly propose for our dear Helen?"

Lady Danbury's smile widened, and she clasped her hands together. "It has come to my attention that the honorable Benedict Bridgerton, the second oldest of the esteemed Bridgerton siblings, seeks a suitable match," she began, her words measured and deliberate.

Earl Henry leaned back in his chair, a spark of hope igniting in his eyes. "Benedict Bridgerton, you say? A fine gentleman indeed. But what does this have to do with our Helen?"

Lady Danbury's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "I believe that Helen and Benedict would make a splendid match. Helen's intellect, strength, and unwavering spirit would complement Benedict's artistic soul and free-spirited nature. It is a union that could bring about an extraordinary partnership."

Countess Caroline's breath caught in her throat, her heart beating with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Lady Danbury, do you truly believe that our Helen and Benedict would find happiness in such an arrangement?"

Lady Danbury nodded, her confidence unwavering. "I have witnessed love bloom in the most unexpected of circumstances, Countess Caroline. Sometimes, the path to happiness lies beyond our preconceived notions. With Helen's resilience and Benedict's ability to see beauty in all things, I am convinced that their union would be nothing short of extraordinary."

The Bridgerton family gathered in the grand drawing room, its opulent walls adorned with exquisite portraits and shimmering chandeliers casting a soft glow. Violet Bridgerton, the matriarch of the family, stood at the center, her gaze commanding attention from her beloved children.

"Dear family," Violet began, her voice carrying the weight of authority and love. "There is a matter of utmost importance that requires our attention today."

Benedict, standing tall with a hint of unease in his eyes, exchanged a nervous glance with his siblings. They had all heard whispers of an impending arranged marriage, but the confirmation from their mother now hung in the air, tense and palpable.

Violet's piercing gaze met Benedict's, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "My dear Benedict, it is with a content heart that I inform you of the arrangement we have made for your marriage. Miss Helen Ashford, a young woman of impeccable character and grace, has been chosen as your bride."

Benedict's breath caught in his chest, his heart pounding with a mix of emotions. He looked around the room, meeting the eyes of his siblings, who bore expressions of both concern and curiosity. Benedict summoned his resolve, his voice firm yet tinged with a touch of defiance.

"Mother, I cannot comply with such an arrangement," he declared, his words echoing in the hallowed space. "I believe in the power of love, and I refuse to enter into a marriage devoid of that sacred bond."

Violet's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and disappointment flickering across her face. She moved closer to her son, her voice laced with a combination of maternal concern and authority.

"Benedict, my darling, marriage is a complex institution, and sometimes love can blossom in the most unexpected of places."

Benedict shook his head, his voice unwavering. "I appreciate your wisdom, Mother, but I have a passion for art that consumes my very being. I have dreams and aspirations that I wish to pursue, to create a life filled with beauty and inspiration. A loveless marriage would stifle that fire within me."

As tension hung in the air, Anthony, the eldest Bridgerton sibling, stepped forward, his voice cutting through the silence. "Benedict, you will marry Miss Ashford as Mother has arranged. It is our duty as members of this esteemed family to honor our responsibilities and uphold our reputation."

Benedict's eyes widened, his jaw clenched with a mixture of frustration and defiance. He locked eyes with Anthony, his voice resolute yet tinged with a touch of rebellion. "Anthony, I understand the weight of our family's expectations, but I cannot enter into a loveless union. I refuse to sacrifice my own happiness for the sake of appearances."

Anthony's gaze hardened, his voice filled with authority. "Benedict, you will do as I say. Our family's honor and standing in society depend on it. Love may be a luxury we cannot afford at the moment, but duty and responsibility must prevail."

Benedict's hands curled into fists, his voice strained with emotion. "Is our happiness to be sacrificed at the altar of societal expectations? Should we not strive for more than mere appearances?"

Violet, the voice of reason, stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Anthony, my dear son, let us not make hasty decisions fueled by obligation alone. Benedict's happiness and his pursuit of love are not matters to be taken lightly."

Anthony's expression softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. He took a deep breath, his voice gentler yet resolute. "I apologize, Benedict. I only seek what I believe is best for our family. But know this, my brother, love can sometimes be found in the most unexpected of circumstances."

Benedict nodded, his voice filled with gratitude for Anthony's willingness to listen. "I appreciate your concern, Anthony, but I cannot dismiss the yearnings of my heart. I must follow my own path, even if it means defying convention."

As the siblings stood before their mother, the weight of their differing opinions filled the room. It was a battle between duty and individuality, tradition and personal fulfillment.

In the quiet solitude of the Bridgerton family library, Daphne and Francesca found Benedict, his face etched with a mix of worry and defiance. They exchanged a knowing glance, understanding the weight of his inner turmoil. Daphne gently placed her hand on Benedict's shoulder, her voice filled with sisterly warmth.

"Benedict, dear brother, we understand your reservations. But before making any final decisions, would you not consider meeting Helen Ashford at least once? It may bring some clarity to your heart."

Benedict sighed, his eyes searching theirs for reassurance. "Daphne, Francesca, I fear I am destined for a life devoid of love and passion. How can I marry someone I do not know, someone I am not in love with?"

Francesca moved closer, her voice soothing yet resolute. "Benedict, love does not always happen at first sight. It can blossom slowly, like a delicate flower, when given the chance. Please, give Helen a fair opportunity to show you who she truly is."

Benedict hesitated, his fingers tracing the edges of a well-worn book on the table. "But what if I cannot find that connection, that spark of love? What if my heart remains untouched?"

Daphne clasped his hand, her eyes shining with sisterly affection. "Benedict, love is a mysterious and unpredictable force. It may elude us when we least expect it, and yet it can also surprise us in the most unlikely of circumstances. Give Helen a chance, and you may discover a love that surpasses all expectations."

Benedict bowed his head, grappling with his inner turmoil. "I shall meet Helen, for your sake, dear sisters. But I make no promises. My heart is guarded, and it may take more than a single encounter to sway me."

Francesca smiled, her voice filled with hope. "That is all we ask, dear brother. Keep an open mind, and perhaps fate will guide you towards the love you seek."

Helen Ashford sat by the window in the Ashford estate's study, engrossed in a book about astrophysics. Her mind danced with celestial wonders as she scribbled notes with determination. The room fell silent as her brother, Earl Henry Ashford, and his spirited wife, Countess Caroline, entered, their presence casting a lively aura.

"Helen, my dear sister, we have something of great import to discuss," Henry announced, a twinkle in his eyes.

Helen looked up from her book, her interest piqued. "Pray tell, what is it that has you both so eager to share?"

Caroline exchanged a knowing smile with her husband before speaking. "Dearest Helen, we have come to speak of a gentleman named Benedict Bridgerton. It appears he has caught the attention of many, and his accomplishments in the arts are widely renowned."

Helen raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with curiosity. "Benedict Bridgerton? And what of him? Should I be intrigued by his artistic endeavors?"

Henry chuckled, his affection for his sister evident. "Oh, dear sister, it seems you have misunderstood our intention. We do not speak of Benedict as a mere display of talents or a knight in shining armor. No, it is his character, his kindness, that has sparked our interest."

Helen leaned forward, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "Character and kindness, you say? Well, those are qualities worth considering. But let me make myself clear, I am not in search of grand love or a sweeping romance. A kind-hearted man who respects and cherishes me would be more than enough."

Caroline smiled warmly, her eyes filled with understanding. "We understand, Helen. And it is precisely because of Benedict's reputation for kindness that we thought to introduce you. You deserve nothing less than a partner who values you for who you are."

Helen paused, contemplating their words. "Very well, I shall meet this Benedict Bridgerton. But let it be known that my expectations are not high, and I will not be swayed by empty words or grand gestures. If he proves to be a man of genuine kindness and integrity, then perhaps there may be room for further consideration."

Henry and Caroline exchanged a glance, their excitement tempered with respect for Helen's independence. "We appreciate your open-mindedness, dear sister," Henry said. "All we ask is that you approach this meeting with an open heart and give Benedict a chance to prove himself."

Helen nodded, her determination shining through. "Rest assured, I shall approach this encounter with caution and reserve judgment until I have had the opportunity to know him better. After all, in matters of the heart, it is the substance beneath the surface that truly matters."

The Bridgerton siblings gathered in the grand parlor, preparing to depart for the Ashford estate for dinner. Excitement filled the air as they teased and bantered with one another, their playful spirits dancing like fireflies.

Colin, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, couldn't resist poking fun at Anthony. "Ah, dear brother, it seems love is in the air once again. We shall witness another Bridgerton succumbing to the bonds of matrimony."

Anthony smirked, ever ready with a retort. "Indeed, Colin, but pray tell, will it be before or after you find yourself shackled by the bonds of wedded bliss?"

Kate, Anthony's quick-witted wife, chimed in, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Oh, Colin, do enlighten us. Will your heart be captured soon, or shall we wait for another decade of your bachelorhood?"

Colin feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "I am a man of patience and discerning taste, dear sister-in-law. The right lady must grace my presence before I fall head over heels."

Eloise, unable to contain her laughter, joined in the banter. "Oh, Colin, we've been waiting for the day when love will sweep you off your feet. But until then, we shall revel in your charm and wit."

Benedict, the subject of their playful teasing, sighed, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Pray, dear siblings, spare me from your matchmaking endeavors. I am perfectly capable of finding love in my own time."

Francesca, always the voice of reason, chimed in. "Now, now, let's not overwhelm Benedict with our matchmaking schemes. Love has a way of finding us when we least expect it."

The room erupted with laughter, the joyous sound echoing through the halls of the Bridgerton household. They knew that while they may tease and prod, their bond as siblings was unbreakable, and their support for one another unwavering.

Eloise, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, approached the elegant lady engrossed in her book. Her heart raced as she tried to find the right words to initiate the conversation.

Clearing her throat delicately, Eloise caught the attention of the young woman, who looked up, her eyes filled with curiosity. "How may I help you, miss?" Helen inquired, her voice soft and polite.

Eloise, her voice slightly trembling, introduced herself. "I... I'm Eloise Bridgerton, Benedict's sister," she managed to say, her words faltering slightly.

As the realization dawned upon Helen, her face lit up with recognition. "Forgive me, Miss Eloise. How careless of me. I should have known. It is a pleasure to meet you," she replied warmly, extending a gloved hand in greeting. "I am Helen Ashford."

She was, feeling more at ease now, smiled gratefully and accepted Helen's hand, shaking it gently. "The pleasure is mine, Miss Helen," she said, her voice growing steadier. "I must say, I've heard so much about you from my family. They speak highly of your intellect and wit."

Helen's eyes sparkled with appreciation. "Oh, the flattery, Miss Eloise. Your family is far too kind. I am but a humble scholar, indulging in the wonders of knowledge." She closed her book gently and placed it on her lap.

Eloise, curious about the book Helen had been immersed in, couldn't help but ask. "May I inquire about the book you were reading? 'The Glass Universe,' is it not?

Helen's face lit up with enthusiasm. "Ah, you have a keen eye, Miss Eloise. Indeed, 'The Glass Universe' is a captivating exploration of the unsung heroines who made significant contributions to the field of astronomy. I find it utterly fascinating."

Eloise's eyes widened with genuine interest. "Oh, how marvelous! Astronomy is such a captivating subject. I confess I have only dabbled in it, but perhaps we could exchange thoughts and ideas sometime. I would love to hear more about your studies."

Helen's smile grew wider. "That would be delightful, Miss Eloise. I'm always eager to discuss the wonders of the universe with like-minded individuals.

As they engaged in a lively conversation about their shared interests, the apprehension that had initially enveloped Eloise melted away. She found herself genuinely connecting with Helen, appreciating her intelligence and passion for knowledge.

As Eloise and Helen engaged in their animated conversation, the Bridgerton siblings watched from the doorway, captivated by the sight before them. Colin, unable to contain his teasing nature, leaned toward Francesca and whispered, "Eloise Part 2, is she not?"

Francesca stifled a laugh and whispered back, "Hush, our Eloise is not this polished in her manners."

Their giggles, however, did not go unnoticed by their stern older brother, Anthony, who shot them a disapproving glance, silently warning them to behave themselves.

Meanwhile, Benedict stood transfixed, his gaze fixed upon Helen. She possessed an ethereal beauty that left him in awe, a beauty that could not be replicated on canvas no matter how skilled the artist. Her every movement seemed to possess a grace and elegance that he found irresistible.

Henry, the ever-gracious host, took it upon himself to introduce Helen to the Bridgerton family members one by one. Helen greeted each of them with genuine warmth and politeness, making a favorable impression with her charm and grace.

Violet, observing Helen closely, couldn't help but be impressed. Her keen eyes took in every detail of Helen's refined demeanor and graceful poise. It was clear to her that Helen was not only beautiful but also possessed an intelligence and sophistication that matched her appearance.

"Miss Helen, it is a pleasure to have you here with us," Violet said warmly, extending her hand in greeting. "I must say, your reputation precedes you. I have heard nothing but commendations about your intellect and wit."

Helen curtsied gracefully, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. Your kind words are most humbling. I must say, it is an honor to be welcomed into such esteemed company."

Violet's smile widened, and she studied Helen with a discerning eye. "I must say, Miss Helen, you possess a rare combination of beauty and intelligence. It is truly a delight to have you amongst us."

Helen's cheeks flushed with a mixture of modesty and appreciation. "Your words are far too kind, Lady Bridgerton. I am but a humble scholar, seeking knowledge and exploring the wonders of the world."

Violet chuckled softly. "Oh, my dear, humility suits you well. Please, do enjoy your time here. Our family is known to be a lively bunch, and we are thrilled to have you as part of our evening."

The grand dining room of the Ashford estate was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight as the Bridgertons and Helen Ashford gathered for a sumptuous dinner. The table was adorned with elegant silverware, crystal glasses, and exquisite floral arrangements, creating an atmosphere of refined opulence.

As the first course was served, stimulating conversations filled the air. The clinking of fine china and the gentle murmur of polite laughter echoed throughout the room. Violet Bridgerton, the epitome of grace and poise, sat at the head of the table, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"I believe we should leave Benedict and Helen chaperoned to get to know each other," Violet proposed, her voice carrying a gentle yet commanding tone.

Benedict's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up nervously, his eyes meeting Helen's. She swallowed her food harshly, momentarily surprised by the suggestion. Her gaze flickered with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"What a good idea," Henry Ashford chimed in, his voice carrying a touch of excitement. "It will give the young ones an opportunity to converse without prying eyes."

Kate, always eager to assist, added, "I shall chaperone after dinner, ensuring their privacy. Colin and Eloise can be quite the mischievous duo, and we wouldn't want any interference."

"I must warn you, Miss Helen," Eloise began mischievously, leaning closer to her. "Our dear Anthony here has a habit of offering unsolicited advice when it comes to matters of the heart."

Helen raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Is that so, Miss Eloise? Pray, do tell me more."

Eloise glanced at Anthony with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, it's quite amusing, really. Whenever Benedict expresses the slightest interest in someone, Anthony appears out of thin air with a scowl on his face, ready to interrogate the poor soul."

Helen stifled a laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Interrogations, you say? How fascinating. I shall keep that in mind."

Anthony, who had been engaged in conversation nearby, overheard their exchange and couldn't resist chiming in. "I assure you, Miss Helen, it's all for Benedict's own good. Someone has to protect him from the scoundrels and fortune hunters lurking about."

Kate, sitting across the table, joined in the lighthearted teasing. "Oh, Anthony, we all know your intentions are pure, but sometimes your interference borders on comedic grandeur."

The room erupted in laughter, even Benedict couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's reputation. "Fear not, Miss Helen," he said with a playful grin. "Anthony's overprotectiveness is merely a reflection of his devotion to our family. It can be rather amusing to witness."

Helen smiled warmly, feeling the genuine camaraderie that surrounded her. "I appreciate the warning, Miss Eloise and the assurance, Mr. Anthony. Rest assured, I can handle a little interference if it means getting to know your brother better.

Violet, observing the playful exchange with motherly pride, interjected, "Oh, my dear Helen, with this lot, you shall never have a dull moment. But in their own peculiar way, they care deeply for one another."

The conversation continued, peppered with light-hearted jabs and infectious laughter, as the Bridgertons and Helen forged a bond, finding comfort and joy in their shared camaraderie.

Dinner was soon over and everyone was scattered as per their interest Benedict cleared his throat, feeling a touch of nervousness. "Pray tell, Ms. Ashford, what are your preferred pastimes aside from composing music?"

Helen straightened her posture, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I do engage in writing music, Mr. Bridgerton. It is a pursuit that allows me to express my innermost sentiments."

Benedict nodded, his hands fidgeting slightly. "Ah, yes, the language of music. It possesses a unique ability to stir emotions. Might I inquire about the emotions you seek to convey through your compositions?"

Helen's eyes flickered with uncertainty, her fingers intertwining. "I do not actively seek specific emotions, Mr. Bridgerton. Rather, I endeavor to convey a sense of depth and resonance, allowing the melodies to unravel the mysteries within."

Benedict furrowed his brow, his own words stumbling slightly. "I understand. It is intriguing how both painting and music have the power to transport us, to reach beyond mere words and touch the depths of the soul."

The silence that followed was accompanied by the occasional rustle of leaves, an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Both Benedict and Helen were captivated by each other's passions, yet their formal exchange left them grasping for common ground.

Attempting to break the awkwardness, Benedict ventured cautiously, "Do you find inspiration in specific composers, Ms. Ashford?"

Helen's lips curved into a faint smile, a touch of relief evident in her voice. "Indeed, Mr. Bridgerton. The works of Beethoven and Mozart resonate deeply within me. Their mastery of composition ignites a fire within my soul."

Benedict's expression softened as he found a glimmer of connection. "Ah, the classical masters. Their timeless melodies have a way of transcending generations, speaking to the depths of our being."

As they meandered through the gardens, their conversation ebbed and flowed, from discussions of artistic influences to shared admiration for the beauty of nature. The formality began to dissipate, replaced by a genuine curiosity and the gradual unraveling of shared interests.

Caroline delicately maneuvered her fingers through Helen's long, cascading locks, her touch gentle and comforting. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow upon them as they sat together in Helen's bedchamber, preparing for the night.

"So, my dear Helen, what are your thoughts on Mr. Benedict Bridgerton?" Caroline inquired, her voice soft and curious.

Helen's jaw tightened momentarily, a flicker of emotion crossing her face. She took a deep breath, composing herself before responding. "I find the entire Bridgerton family to be quite delightful. They possess a warmth and closeness that is truly admirable. I would consider myself fortunate to be a part of their esteemed lineage.”

Caroline, astute as ever, detected the underlying evasion in Helen's words. She gently held Helen's hand, her eyes brimming with empathy. "My dearest sister, I come from a large family, blessed with devoted parents who cherished each and every one of us. I experienced a childhood filled with love and joy. But Helen, after all that you and Henry have endured, I believe you deserve this. It is your choice whether or not to seek love in marriage, but my dear, the kind of familial love that the Bridgertons embody is something we all deserve."

Helen's eyes welled with tears, her heart torn between apprehension and the longing for a sense of belonging. She clung to Caroline, finding solace in her sister-in-law's embrace.

“Caroline, you speak the truth. The love of a family is a precious gift, one I never had the chance to experience fully. I do not wish to let such an opportunity pass me by. I promise you, I shall strive to be the best daughter-in-law and a devoted wife to Benedict."

Caroline smiled, her eyes shimmering with pride and affection. "That is all I could ever hope for, dear Helen. The Bridgertons will welcome you with open arms, and I have no doubt that you will fill their lives with light and love."

As she settled into her bed that night, her heart carried a flicker of hope, knowing that she was embarking on a journey that would forever change her life.

Anthony poured himself a glass of fine Irish whiskey, his gaze fixed on Benedict. Curiosity danced in his eyes as he broached the subject. "So, brother, what are your thoughts on Miss Ashford?"

Benedict took a deep breath, furrowing his eyebrows as he contemplated his response. His mind buzzed with a myriad of emotions and thoughts, but for now, he decided to keep his newfound revelation to himself.

“Miss Ashford... she is quite... delightful," he replied, choosing his words carefully. "Resilient and remarkably strong. I believe she would make a splendid addition to our family."

Eloise, unable to contain her excitement, interjected with a burst of enthusiasm. "She's like the woman of my dreams! She possesses that main character energy from a novel. Benedict, you simply must marry her. She's the kind of intelligent woman this house needs!"

Colin, always quick with a witty retort, couldn't resist teasing Eloise. "Oh, Eloise, she's there to balance out your daftness, isn't she?"

Eloise shot back with a playful glare. "Oh, go back to your never-ending travels, Colin. Nobody likes you in this house anyway."

Anthony, weary of the banter, stepped in to restore order. "Enough, Eloise and Colin! Can you two ever be serious?"

“I don't see the need for seriousness, Anthony, especially since you provide enough of it for all of us."Eloise, ever the mischievous one, responded with a cheeky grin

With that, Eloise swiftly made her escape from the study, leaving a bemused Anthony in her wake.

Anthony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I shall need a physician for my ailing heart during her entire season, I fear."

Colin, sensing the tension, decided it was best to exit the study as well, dodging any potential admonishment from Benedict. "Well, then, let us inform Mother tomorrow and set a date for your impending nuptials."

With a hearty laugh, Colin left the room, leaving Benedict alone with his thoughts.

Benedict found himself faced with a quandary, and yet he had devised a solution that seemed the most sensible. If he were to enter into this marriage for the sake of his family, then why not choose someone who epitomized perfection for the Bridgertons? Helen Ashford embodied all that was desirable—a captivating beauty, elegance, and a refined intellect. She possessed a resilient spirit, a strong voice, and yet remained gentle, polite, and empathetic.

In his mind, Benedict formulated a plan. He would proceed with this marriage before the season's end, and within two months of their union, he would return to his beloved academy. It seemed like a fair compromise, one that allowed him to pursue his own passions while fulfilling his familial obligations.

Deep down, a nagging question arose—what did Helen stand to gain from this arrangement? Yet, Benedict swiftly buried those doubts, reminding himself that if he was sacrificing for the sake of his mother, he, too, deserved the opportunity to follow his own aspirations. For now, he would keep his thoughts to himself, allowing his resolve to strengthen and his path to unfold.

Thus, with a steadfast determination and a masked inner turmoil, Benedict embraced the decision he had made. The intricate tapestry of his life was about to intertwine with that of Helen Ashford, creating a new chapter in both their stories. As the world around him spun with expectations and possibilities, Benedict remained resolute, ready to embark on this unconventional journey that would test the boundaries of duty, love, and his own desires.

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Tolerable, Dutiful and Half A Brain

Ch 2: The Interview of Miss Ottoline Greggett

Author's note: Fun fact: Ottoline means "Prospers in battle" in French. I picked it because I saw it in a Bridgerton themed baby name inspo video on tiktok.

Chapter 2 

Dearest Gentle Reader, 

There is of course another unknown identity at present.Though this one you  will be able to unearth.I speak of the season’s diamond wherever she may be. 

Your Move, Your Majesty. 

Eloise’s torment begins right after her attempted presentation. She didn't even get a chance to speak to Ottoline. The two typically chatted about their favorite authors during dull moments at balls. She practices dancing with her youngest brother as Benedict pokes fun from the settee.

Her dance lessons are interrupted by Anthony announcing he needs his father’s betrothal ring. 

“Did someone catch your eye at the presentation brother?” Benedict asks. 

“I thought all of the young ladies looked beautiful.” Franchesca says. 

“Not particularly and all the young ladies looked the same. Like young ladies. I’d simply like to be prepared for when the opportunity presents itself.” Anthony answers. 

“The opportunity?” Violet asks. 

“I’ve compiled an index of the season’s eligible misses and arranged interviews.” Anthony nods confidently in his interview system 

“Interviews, Dearest, I shall be more than happy to give you my ring when you find someone with whom you are very much in love. Besides, it is safe keeping at Aubrey Hall.” Violet answers as she walks over to Benedict and says to him  “See that he is quite well.” 

“Me?” Benedict asks. 

“I’m not in need of coddling. I assure you all everything is in order.” With a check of his watch Anthony leaves the house to begin his interviews. 

Within the weeks, Anthony has crossed off many young ladies, for either being immature, naive, foolhardy or simply giving the wrong answer. He checked the list for the last of the ladies on his list, the forgettable and boring Miss Ottoline Greggett. He had heard very little about Miss Greggett, just that she is intelligent but fretfully boring to speak to. She is well acquainted with Eloise and Penelope. Boring could be good, thought Anthony, it would help him know that will never fall in love with her throughout the marriage. All he needs is a tolerable, dutiful, suitable enough hips for childbearing and a brain. That of which Ottoline had several of. Her older brothers are quite the bunch taking up a full table at the Gentlemen’s club. None of them scamps or rakes. Anthony takes a deep breath as he knocks on the door for his late interview of the day. A butler answers the door and takes Anthony into a drawing room with Ottoline and Arabella. 

“Ah Viscount Bridgerton nice to meet you. I’m Arabella and this is Ottoline. We have some tea and cakes prepared.” Arabella introduces. 

Ottoline closes the book and pushes it to the side. “Hello Viscount.” 

“Hello Ottoline, you have a lovely home.Rather a big home to fit you and your brothers in your childhoods.” Anthony sits down. 

“Thank you, yes it is. We have always been quite tight knit, my brothers and I.” Ottoline pours the tea.

“Would you like to have multiple sons?” Anthony takes his teacup. 

“I hadn’t put a number on my future but I’d rather have more daughters than sons.” Ottoline passes a tea cup to her sister-in-law.

“Why is that?” Anthony asks. 

“My father explained that every man’s daughters are diamonds and that daughters are an expression of wealth. Not monetary wealth but the wealth of life. Love and sorrow, everything that makes life worth living.Daughters are a celebration of life itself. I would love to bless a man with many diamonds.” 

“I have never heard of fatherhood quite explained like that. It’s a rather unique perspective.” Anthony says a bit bewildered by the unexpected answer. 

“May I ask you a question, since you have turned this visit into an interview.” Ottoline smiles disarmingly. 

“Of course.” Anthony says a bit taken back. 

“How many children were you in want of? What subjects are expected of them in their education? How would you like them disciplined? If one child or many had the new condition asthma  could we buy a second home near the seaside. The salty air does wonders for the lungs.” Ottoline asks in one breath. 

“At Least four. Literature, Languages, Mathematics, Sciences, Art. I’d like them to be well-behaved. Yes we could have a house on the seaside.” Anthony answers. 

“I’d like to see all my children have lessons in several subjects: rhetoric, horticulture,astronomy, and what of dogs? Do you like them? Could we get several for the children to play with? I grew up with plenty of dogs, mostly schnauzers due to my uncle's penchant for travel. He would bring us puppies from Germany after a Botanist conference. What if our sons have a penchant for travel?” 

“I do see the logic of rhetoric for young men but why ladies? And yes I do like dogs, and a penchant for travel is no problem, my brother Colin already has one.” 

“If a young lady is to stand a chance at arguing with her husband within the first few years she needs some lessons in crafting an argument. And good,the boys can accompany Colin on his travels to Greece and Venice.” Ottoline trails off sipping tea. 

“Young ladies should not argue with their husbands in the first place and I do not believe our sons should travel with their Uncle Colin, he is still young.” Anthony demands. 

“If you do not believe in arguing with a spouse than why are you indulging me in this fictitious debate about our children. 

“I’ve had enough of this conversation. Good day Miss Ottoline, Miss Arabella.” Anthony abruptly stands and storms out of the house. 

Arabella shakes her head at Ottoline. “Why did you have to do that?” 

“Do what?” Ottoline asks. “He’s the one who went straight into these invasive interview questions. Like he needs to be wed tomorrow. We are both trying to find a spouse. Why does he get to interrogate people.I only had my own questions.” 

“Fine, we will practice questions for the next suitors.” Arabella sighs. Getting Ottoline married would be harder than she thought. 

Anthony returns home frustrated. His family seemed to notice over dinner. 

“How did the interviews go, brother?” Benedict laughs. 

“Rather uneventful except for the last. I thought Eloise’s friend Ottoline Greggett would be the most welcoming and most forgettable but she was the opposite.” Anthony vents. 

“Oh and what did she say? I haven’t spoken to her in ages.” Eloise perks up. 

“She said that all daughters are diamonds to fathers, and that daughters are expressions of the wealth of life. Love and sorrows and everything that makes life worth living. Anthony says angrily stabbing chicken with his fork. 

“Oh that’s beautiful Anthony. She seems wonderful.” Violet muses. 

“There’s more of her radical beliefs.” Anthony starts up again “ She wants all the children educated in subjects beyond the general education. She wants lessons in horticulture, astronomy and rhetoric, so our daughters can stand a chance arguing with their husbands within the first few years of marriage.” 

“Quite smart.” Violet can’t help but laugh at the marriage argument lessons and her son’s growing anger by the answers he pursued with his interviews. His other siblings are just as amused at Anthony’s frustrations. 

“She wants dogs too, schnauzers, a seaside house on the off chance one of our broods has this new condition called asthma, and our sons to go on adventures with Uncle Colin to who knows where.” Anthony finishes. 

“I’ve heard the sea air is good for any lung conditions.” Violet pipes in. 

“I’m sure Colin would love to be a fun traveling uncle.” Benedict adds. 

“That is not the problem, Ottoline Greggett is .” 

“Why does she bother you so much, you just met her?” Eloise asks.

“Her reputation is that she is boring and too intelligent to be a wife. I was expecting a dull conversation, not a lively debate about fictitious children.”  

Anthony sulks off into the study after dinner like he has for weeks now after the various interviews.