#simon basset fluff

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Of Loving Gazes and Work to do

Pairing: Simon Basset x Reader

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could write a simon basset story any plot would do I just love you're writing it's incredible I hope you have a nice day

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As the new Duchess of Hastings, you had many new jobs and expectations. Hence what led to you sitting at your desk. Your quill frantically flying across the paper as you tried to get a letter finished.

However, a certain someone was distracting you. You could feel his gaze from across the room.

You kept drifting from the letter, instead moving to focus on the handsome male across the room from you. His eyes were boring into you as he watched every stroke you made.

Eventually, though, you had enough.

"While you stop staring at me to distract me!" you admonished. Finally, turning to look at him properly.

"Oh, I'm not staring at you to distract you." Simon corrected you. A roguish look on his face.

"Then why ever would you be looking at me with such intensity?" You questioned.

"Maybe I like watching my wife," Simon suggested, his voice a drawl as a smirk covered his face.

"Well, I want you to stop." You ordered him in your best Duchess voice.

"Do you really know?" Simon questioned as he got up, coming towards you.

"Yes." You lied, but the hesitancy in your voice gave away your true feelings as your beloved husband reached a hand out to cup your cheek.

"I am going to ask you once again," Simon told you, his smirk only getting wider. "Do you really want me to stop?"

"No," you mumbled out.

"Louder," Simon instructed.

"No," you repeated again, louder this time. "I like having your attention; it makes me feel loved."

At that Simon smirk droped and a grinning smile took its place.

"Well, if that is the case, then I must always be looking at you. For I love you more than life itself."

At that you felt all the blood rush to your checks as you treid to look down. Embares by the sheer amount of affection that your husband was showing you. But with his gentle grip on your chin, Simon refused to let you look down. Instead, maintaining a steady eye contact with you. Just as you relly where wanting to pull away. Simon funlay droped a kiss down on yoru lips.

His other hand came up to the back of your neck as he pulled you into the kiss.

All thoughts of work dropped from your mind as your world narrowed to your husband and his lips and his hands.

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A ring of bright light: Chapter 1. ‘It’s happening again.’

Eloise Bridgerton x Female OC.

Description: Eloise Bridgeton is to marry Lord Brennan this upcoming season, following a residency at her familiar home Aubery House. Their betrothal is to be announced in two months. If all goes to plan…

Warnings: None?

Word count: 1k (just an opener don’t panic loves.)

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Eloise tightened her gloved hands on the balcony wall, partially to resist the temptation to leap ahead and greet those who waited on the other side and partially to wake herself from the nightmare to come.

Winter air cools against her skin, the long gown doing little against the harsh country noir exterior that was Aubrey House at night. Buried deeply into the evergreen stitch of her corset, her heartbeat ragged against the confinement. If birds were not built for cages, surely the same logic would be applied to herself? Bare feet making a swift sloshing sound aggravating the gravel below, debris digging into the pads of flesh deeper than any weapon she had known before.

The gardens seemed alive with light as every inch of ground bubbled with people and for a fleeting moment, as more carriages approached the castle. A warmth raised within her chest as undeniable anxiety, familiarity. Turning her back to the on coming guests, the small of her back pressed deadly against the barrier. Shadows filtered through the historic windows, as the dust licked walls still seemed to cling onto the fleeting light of Friday as though an old friend they had yet to have finished talking to. A shaking breath escaped the mouth, caught in a brief moment of admiration towards the dripping sun - for out of all the fires she had seen this hideously biblical form was one she had grown fond of; or rather the flashes of red from within its last moments as through snippets of the passing day mere memories now. Only the future night was imminent.

She was running unusually late, she could tell by the main entrance to the building growing peacefully desolate; as the other inhibitors congregated within the ballroom. Her eyes squeezed shut, desperately clinging to those final moments of silence.

“You’re not considering jumping are you?” A voice asked the approaching footsteps drew closer, heart edging to her throat.

“What would that help? Death has no use for me yet, although I do wish he would.”

“What makes you so sure death is a man?” The voice asked again, their body finding rest beside Eloise.

“Surely only a man could be so cruel, as to hover such a fate in my peripherals.”

“I see.” The voice hummed as though mulling the conversation, “And clearly you see so much with your eyes practically melted closed.” Eloise’s laughter was a welcome sight to her visitor, the brunette's eyes finally opening as her head found rest against the woman’s shoulder. Her mother – Violet. A buoyant woman; complimented heavily by her Angelically crow-like features - coils of ash tamed in a formal updo so different to the style had grown accustomed to as she usually pottered away her hours within the castle greenhouse. Fingers never without the soil beneath them, a relationship with a ghastly old nail brush that lay upon the kitchen sink heavily established. She'd always lecture upon the importance of soil, on how each particle of the earth somehow held its own story and origins - for soil had seen more love, more pain than any human. As she'd place lumps of the material within their hands "Rub it in then the memories never leave you".

It was reminiscent of her father, of his death. Violet hadn’t allowed anyone to tend to the lilacs since.

“Is everyone here?” Eloise asked after a moment, basking in the comfort of her material figure.

“All the ducks are in rows my dear, now they await a leader.”

“You’re their leader.” mumbled the familiar scent of gardenia flowing past her, upon the open air.

“Now for long my little swan.” Violet sighed, a perfectly delicate hand raising to card its way through the princess’ hair.

“Is he here?”

“Your suitor? Yes dear unfortunately for you he has shown” The queen laughed hoping to lighten her daughters mood.

"We have a nasty habit involving men in this family" her mother would often say whilst winking at her father Edmund across the room. He had passed on almost ten years ago; he'd been the best hug giver and secret magician, never failing to pull a coin from an awaiting child's ear. A sometimes overbearingly traditional yet progressive man, his head still surprisingly full of hair till the day of his early demise. Collins is seemingly thinning already.

His passing had wrecked the family. His wife, all the more scornful and ironically loving; the clone of her mothers, and the replica of herself - Lady Violet was no elementary being, her voice like bathwater, every syllable effortless and wise. She played the piano as though it were second nature to breathe air; embraced few but loved many under the guise of something to be feared. Eloise’s most loved and favoured person in the entire world… unless you asked Benedict.

Then there was Eloise, Lou and 'Flower' on the not too rare occasion, for as her mother was prone to say and the people continued, was the "one of the most precious examples of life to ever grow within these gardens.” with her uncontrollable ripples of dark hair, ill radiance and sea filled eyes, the procurement of two fine specimens to create the most poorly formed swan the world was ever to behold.

“I wish he were here.” Eloise mumbled gently, Violet’s lips falling to kiss the crown of her head.

“I know my dear, as do I.”

Father had died in these very Gardens during her seventh year. Leaving behind Anthony as the elder brother to ascend the house.

“Come now. Best to hit the ground running, keeping your guests waiting is a terrible introduction.” Violet stated, stepping towards the balcony doors.

The set of grand doors that almost shook with vigour with the level of presence behind it, the noise and voice of many locked behind it. Eloise came to her mother’s side – she could not run from this, this was her home.

The doors were opened with one swift movement of the awaiting footmen, revealing a ballroom, many familiar inhibitors of the neighbouring families huddled around in festivities, laughing. Drinks not far from hand, and children in clear scheming mode begging their respective guardians to stay up late; while others could be seen playing games in each corner, the low light shining on each face – new and old.

“Introducing The Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton and Miss Eloise Bridgerton.”

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Wedding Bells

Bridgerton Siblings x Spouses

Synopsis: What I think the Bridgerton siblings would post for their marriages.

Genre: smau

Warnings: mentions of marriage and weddings (duh)

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Anthony

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Viscount_Bridgerton no one else matters but you

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Benedict

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bbridgerton im married bitches

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Colin

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col.in.paris Colin "my wife" Bridgerton

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Daphne

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daph_the_duchess Today, the flame was lit and I will forever burn for you.

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Eloise

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eloise im not usually one for romances, but this one i liked

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Francesca

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fran.plays.piano silence never sounded so good

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Honorable mention: Newton!

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newton_ig My pawents got married today!

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[queen-of-the-misfit-toys]

Boxing Day

Warnings: none really. This is pure family fluff

Word count: 1.5 k

This is something that I wrote on the fly in about an hour. Unbetaed and not proofread 😂.

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“Sophie, Soph, stop!” Benedict huffed as he ran. “Wait for me.”

“A little early for you, isn't it, Mr. Bridgerton? Why it isn't even midday!”

“Ha ha Soph, very funny. Would you mind if I joined you on your walk?” He clutched at her hood as she sped up.

“Oh no humor intended, Mr. Bridgerton. I'm merely concerned for your health as proper sleep is very important. Especially for those who keep late hours for…reasons.” She sweetly smirked at him. “You are most welcome to join me. I could not stop you if I wanted as this is your family land.”

“I’m going to ignore that last remark.” He pouted.”Your concern is noted and appreciated but unnecessary as I was tucked up tight before 10 pm. Father Christmas only comes for good boys and girls.”

Sophie guffawed.

“Then I am quite certain he did not visit you, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“I can be good when I want to.” He said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “You can find out just how good I can be whenever you like.”

She fixed him with a stern look.

“Good day, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Oh come on, Soph. I was just teasing you. Maybe…alright maybe not. And can you please drop the Mr. Bridgerton? I hate that and you know it.”

“Is that not your name? I know of no other to call you.”

“Are you purposely trying to vex me?”

“What's good for the goose and all that, Mr. Bridgerton. You intentionally vex me, while I'm trying to work I might add, all the time.”

“But it's fun to work you up.” He cooed, shooting her a crooked smile. “Not as fun as other ways I can think of to get you bothered but .. OOOFFF!”

Benedict jerked and sputtered as the cold snow ran down his face.

“What in the..”

SPLAT

“Did.. did you.. you did..you just pelted me with snowballs.” He murmured, mystified.

“No more than you deserve! And I'm quite sure you deserve even wor…AHHH.”

“Well, MISS BAEK, two can play at this game.” He shot at her, gathering another round of snow. “Do not start things you cannot stop.”

Two large handfuls landed over Sophie's head.

“BENEDICT BRIDGERTON!! HOW DARE YOU!! YOU.. YOU.. YOU CAD!!” She screamed as she picked up more ammunition.

“What's good for the goose, Miss Baek! Your own wor…” He was cut off by a snowball straight to the mouth. Coughing, he signaled for a moment. Sophie held up her hands, showing mercy, only to be accosted by a volley.

“OHHHHHH I WILL HAVE YOU BENEDICT BRIDGERTON!!”

“Will you really, Miss Baek? Because you've been denying me an awful lot!” He laughed as he sent another round towards her back as she ran.

“What is going on here?”

Sophie and Benedict both turned quickly to see Anthony and Kate approaching, bemused looks on their faces.

“Lord and Lady Bridgerton, please excuse this.” Sophie sputtered, dropping into a quick curtsy.”

“What are you two doing out and about? I figured you'd be abed for a while after the early morning with the boys.”

“I paid Colette an extra week's wages to take them today so we could have some time.” Anthony laughed. “Good thing too as you seem to need some assistance, Miss Baek. My brother seems to be displaying some rather ungentlemanly behavior.”

“Oh no, Lord Bridgerton. We were just playing a game. Nothing untoward happened at all, I assure you.”

“Hmmm..not sure I believe that. But..”

“We really should give him the benefit of the doubt, Darling. It does seem as if it was an innocent snowball fight.”

“Thank you Kate. I'm glad you're on my side.”

“Really, Kathani? Taking his side. Well alright then. I guess it's you and me against THEM, Miss Baek.” Anthony announced, taking off his coat and unwinding his cravat.

“What? Lord Bridgerton?”

“Anthony, what in the world?” Kate asked, shocked and delighted at her husband, as Benedict stared, slack-jawed, at his brother.

“Please call me Anthony. We are comrades in arms now, are we not? May I call you Sophie?”

“Of course, my Lord, I mean An…Anthony.”

“Wonderful. Temporary truce as we each build our arsenals hmmm?”

“What are you lot doing out here?”

“EL! HY!! Come quickly! We're about to do battle!” Benedict shouted excitedly as Eloise and Hyacinth approached.

“I am not fighting against Sophie!” Hyacinth declared. “I will join her side.”

“That's my girl!” Anthony exclaimed, grabbing her in a hug. “What say you, El? Are for the forces of good? Or Them?” He said jokingly.

“Remember who warms your cockles, Lord!” Kate shot at him.

“You're the one who chose the side of evil, my love. Choices have consequences, Darling.” He volleyed a ball at his Viscountess.

“Oh I can't believe you did that! Your own wife!

I'm on your side, Kate! We'll take him down heartily! No offense, Sophie, I love you but…” She gestured at her brother.”

“It will be an honor to defeat you on the field of battle, Miss Eloise.” Sophie curtseyed and winked.

“Are we missing something fun?”

They all turned to see Frannie and John, Simon and Daphne.

“We're having a snow war!” Hyacinth screamed. “You must choose your sides!”

“I will certainly be on the side of good and righteousness ao I choose…Benedict.” The Duke of Hastings declared. “Come, John, join me and let us take up arms against our wives.”

“Simon! I haven't even decided yet!” Daphne exclaimed.

“Pshhhh…we all know you are NOT going to go against Anthony.” Eloise smirked. “You are far too attached, sister. Frannie, what about you though? Where does your loyalty lie?”

“Not getting involved, dear sister. But I will happily stand back and watch you lot pummel each other.”

“Come onnnnn…let's get this going!! I need to throw something NOW!” Benedict exclaimed as he lobbied two balls at Sophie.

“Oh It's on now!” Anthony shouted, signalling the start of war.

The battle raged for only God knows how long with many casualties on both sides, with Francesca tending the wounded.

“Watch what you're throwing, you bloody idiot!” Anthony yelled at Eloise as he was hit with a snow covered rock.

“You nearly took my eye out with a stick, cretan!” Benedict shouted back.

“ Children, children, what is goi…”

Silence descended as the combatants realized that Lady Violet Bridgerton, Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton, MOTHER, had been hit.

Violet stood there in shock. Agatha, Lady Danbury, at her side, looking between the two groups, laughter threatening to escape.

“Oh mother I'm sure..”

“Hush Daph,” Anthony ordered.”It didn't come from our side.”

“Well it didn't come from us!” Benedict countered.

“I'm afraid it did.”John said quietly. “I'm so sorry, Mother Violet. It just…happened. In the heat of the moment.”

Violet walked over and grasped his hand.

“All is forgiven, John. I know you meant no harm, unlike some of my children.”

“ Hey!!”

“But I'm afraid there must be consequences.”

Violet reached down and scooped up a handful of snow.

“Mother, what are you doing?” Anthony exclaimed, bewildered.

“Avenging myself, Darling.” She shot over her shoulder as she volleyed the ball at John. “Do you have room for one more warrior, Anthony?”

“I need a break, Lord Bridg…Anthony.” Sophie whispered. They had been at it for well more than an hour.

“Of course, Sophie. I may join you. I cannot feel my hands any longer.”

They sat down under a tree to rest.

“May I ask you a personal question, Sophie?”

“Ummm…yes, I guess.” Sophie answered, fearful of what may be said.

“What are your intentions with my brother?”

Sophie's face fell and she looked away.

“I have no intentions, my Lord. We have…affection..for one another but I know my station. I try to dissuade him but…” Sophie trailed off as a tear escaped her eye.

Anthony sighed.

“I am a stern man, Sophie, you know that, and a rule follower. But I now know that love cannot be contrived or forced. You love who you love. I want Benedict to be happy. And you make him happier than I've ever seen him. If you choose to have him, I will be more than happy to break some rules for you to be together.”

“Lord Bridgerton, I…I…” Sophie broke into sobs.

“Time out, time out!!” Benedict screamed when he saw Sophie crying. “ What did you say to her?” He yelled at Anthony as he ran over and gathered her in his arms.

“You have my blessings, brother.” Anthony said softly. “I will help you two however I can.”

“I don't know exactly what's going on but I have a good idea.” Simon murmured. “You have my support as well.”

“As well as mine and Frannie's.” John whispered, coming over to put his hand on Benedict’s shoulder. “You encouraged me with your sister and have always been a good friend, now brother. I want you to have this happiness.”

“Well, Miss Baek, it seems you and Mr. Bridgerton have quite a bit of support.” Lady Danbury sauntered over. “You have mine as well.”

Benedict sat in amazement as his family all told Sophie how much they loved her and couldn't wait for her to be their sister.

“Well Sophie,” He whispered to her, “will you have me like you said you would?”

“I will, Benedict.” She whispered back, kissing his cheek. “But first…” she shouted gleefully as she dumped a heap of snow on his head.

[apinchofm]

All Patched Up 

Alice was looking to finish her shift with ease. But then her favourite patient - tall, muscular and usually had a concussion of sorts - had to come in.

T, alice x will, first meet, doctor/boxer; minor daphne/simon, eloise x marina

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Chapter 15: Chapter 15. Honesty box.

"Agatha was utterly fascinated. Watching them was like watching competitive partnered dancers. One moment she was sure the two were performing as two separate dancers, truly out there purely for their own gain. The next, it seemed like they were speaking a language of their own, united. On the surface, she should be happy about this development between them. But her gut told her to feel otherwise. They had committed one another to the experiment, which was good. But their commitment seemed born out of competitiveness rather than belief in all the experiment could give them in terms of actual love, or at the very least, lessons on love."

In which Kate and Anthony discover a lot of new things about one another, and go head to head about what it is that makes them tick.

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When You’re Sick (Bridgerton Preference)

Anthony Bridgerton: Anthony becomes borderline overbearing. The moment he hears even a hint of a cough, he’s barking orders to the staff and calling for the best physician in London. He hovers constantly—arms crossed, pacing, muttering things like “You need rest. Why are you sitting up? Lie down.” He won’t admit it, but he’s scared something worse could happen. He reads to you and insists on tasting your soup to make sure it’s “not too hot.” Despite his gruff tone, his hand is on your forehead every hour until you’re improved.

Lady Danbury: Lady Danbury can be brisk but oddly tender, clucking her tongue and calling you foolish for not bundling up properly while adjusting your blankets. She brings over her own personal tonics, bitter herbal teas she swears by, and sits beside your bed telling you gossip from the ton to keep your spirits up. She’ll scold you for worrying her, then squeeze your hand gently and say, “You’ll survive. I won’t have you dying before I win our argument from last week.”

Portia Featherington: Portia sees your illness as both a tragedy and a spectacle. She bursts into the room with dramatic flair, hand over her heart, exclaiming, “Oh, how pale you look! Positively ghostly!” She fusses like a mother hen, adjusting your pillow fifty times, but her concern is genuine.

Queen Charlotte: Queen Charlotte doesn’t do sick people, but she makes an exception for you. She sends an entire royal medical team, enough food to feed a small army, and piles of lavish blankets and pillows. Her concern is veiled behind dry remarks: “Do hurry and recover. It would be most inconvenient if you went and died on me.” But she visits in person at least once, offers you her lapdog to comfort you, and sits quietly beside your bed longer than expected. Her presence alone is a royal declaration that you matter.

Simon Basset: Simon is calm, composed, and deeply attentive. He listens carefully to your symptoms, speaks softly so you’re not overwhelmed, and never pushes too much. He helps you bathe, spoon feeds you broth, and rubs circles into your back when you’re shivering. He sits with you in silence when words aren’t needed, and occasionally murmurs poetry to help you sleep. You catch him watching you with that particular look, the one that says he’s more terrified than he’ll ever admit.

Violet Bridgerton: Violet instantly goes into Mum Mode™. She has remedies for everything, chamomile compresses, honey for your throat, the correct way to fluff a pillow. She strokes your hair, hums lullabies and never leaves your side for long. She’s warm and gentle, kissing your forehead often and whispering, “You’ll feel better soon, dearest. I’ll see to it.” Her nurturing presence alone feels like half the cure.

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Below will be where you can find my work related to the show Bridgerton and the actors that play them - you are more than welcome to request anything and I am happy to write it.

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You are cast as Sophie Beckett but you fall in love with Luke in real life.

Luke Newton Colin Bridgerton

Regé-Jean Page Simon Basset

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Beneath the Silk and Shadows (86085 words) by RaspberryTarlot Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Will Mondrich, Anthony Bridgerton, Theo Sharpe, Original Characters, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Portia Featherington, Violet Bridgerton, Agatha Danbury, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Thomas Dorset, Alfred Debling, Phillip Crane, Lord Fife (Bridgerton) Additional Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Lady Whistledown is a madam, Inspector Colin Bridgerton, Morally grey Penelope, Morally grey Colin, Brothels, Sex Work, Historical Inaccuracy, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Murder, Blood, Eventual Smut, Polin HEA, Murder Mystery, Prostitution, Slow Burn, Penelope's backstory will be depressing so please prepare for that, Past Sexual Assault, Suffragettes, Bridgerton Family Shenanigans (Bridgerton), Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Minor Violence, Wounds, Penelope being a bit dramatic, Colin having bad puns, The burn is slow but they're both down bad for each other really fast, SMUT IS HERE, BAMF Penelope Featherington, Protective Colin Bridgerton Summary: Former inspector Colin Bridgerton is having trouble adjusting to civilian life after being forced to leave his job with the metropolitan police. Shadows from unsolved cases will not quit following him and he unwittingly ends up in the middle of a murder investigation when a member of the peerage is brutally murdered in his own home. As he delves deeper into the case and more bodies begin showing up, he uncovers a dark web of secrets that lead him to Lady Whistledown; the mysterious madam who runs one of the most high profile and exclusive brothels in the London underworld. His investigation leads him to corrupt officials, hidden motives, secret liaisons, and a mystery that goes higher than he realized. He quickly discovers that this woman isn’t what she seems and they must work together to solve this mystery and stay alive.   (A Victorian AU)

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I Mean It

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!reader Characters: Fem!reader, Daphne Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Simon Basset Warnings: Fluff, cringey content, this has been in my drafts for a while, it’s more modern than our classic Bridgerton time, I manage to write the most heartfelt sentences a man could say like five minutes before I have to go to work, no regrets for this bad boy, anthony and the reader denying their feelings, anthony breaks so he can have the reader, daphne and benedict are very proud of their plan, vague backstory for readers ex, the reader being the smartest when it comes to bridgerton sibling fights, I hope you all can find it in you to enjoy this  Word Count: 2,662

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“Another line left in yet another book for you, I see,” Daphne teases you. 

You roll your eyes. “Would it hurt you to quiet down.” 

“Yes, truthfully. It would.” 

“You exaggerate.” 

“I do but only because you don’t want to try and figure out who it is? Or even suspect that maybe it could be-” 

“It’s not him, stop trying to bring it up every time we’re here.” 

She opens the door, gesturing for you to go inside. “Chickens first.” 

You narrow your eyes at her, “rude.” 

“I am not rude. I merely, tell the truth.” 

“Like I believe that.” 

“Believe whatever you want but when your secret admirer comes to light. and it is A-” 

“Good morning, ladies,” her older brother greets with a smile, having some idea that he was interrupting but not seeming to care (or so he lets you believe). 

“Good morning to you too, Anthony,” she returns with the same upbeat he had in his tone, only stressing his name as she turns back to you. 

You ignore her and smile, nodding your head to greet him. 

“Daphne, you have five minutes before your shift.” 

Her head snaps in his direction. “What? Why? I have more than five minutes before I start.” 

“That was until you started showing up late and not staying to lock when I needed you to.” 

“But I had plans before coming in and you know that.” 

“I do, which is why your lucky mother doesn’t know about what’s going on right now. I ask that you start your shift now because I need you to take over, okay? I need to be able to focus and give my full attention to the next wave of customers to come in.” 

“Kind as ever, Anthony.” 

They give each sarcastic smiles before she runs off toward the back of their family’s shop. 

You’ve always loved coming here, not just because of the company but because it has each family member’s touch. 

You have Anthony as the head of everything, making sure everything runs smoothly. 

Benedict creating news pieces to put up for display or customers to buy. 

Colin... he’s not as much involved as a few of the older siblings, but he does help out when it comes to calming down a particularly angry customer. Now that you think about it, he’s more of a diffuser than anything. 

Daphne is basically a manager assistant but doesn’t work like it, she likes working in the book section of the store (not just because it gives her an excuse to have girl talk with Eloise and vice versa). 

None of the other siblings have yet to step into the role of working here, nor have they talked about it. None of the older siblings seem to mind, if they decided they don’t want to (maybe Eloise, but even then, she’s just teasing them). 

You realize you’ve been too lost in your thoughts. 

Daphne shakes her head, knowing that you have, in fact, gotten lost in your thoughts and Anthony could care less. 

With her other friends, he’d be grumpy and force them away from the door slash the edge of the register-counter combo but with you, it’s an entirely different story and she doesn’t know how you don’t see it. 

No matter how hard she tries to persuade you into knowing that he does, in fact, feel the same. It just means she has to try harder and open your eyes. 

Anthony moves you away from the doors, not wanting anyone to bump into you. He lightly shakes your shoulders, wanting you to stop looking dazed. 

You owlishly blink, “what?” 

He narrows his eyes, furrowing his brows in confusion. “You were thinking about something.” 

“Was I?” 

“Definitely.” 

“Sorry, I’ll just- I'm going to get out of your hair.” 

He opens his mouth to argue but you halfway away from him before he could. 

-

“How was your morning interaction with Anthony?” 

You shrug, “fine.” 

“He’s still staring.” 

“No, he’s not.” 

“He is.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

She chuckles, restocking the bookshelf. “Then look for yourself.” 

You pout, furrowing your brows in annoyance. “I will.” 

Anthony turns away as fast as he can, immediately helping the next customer to walk through the door. 

“He wasn’t.” 

“He was.” 

You’ve never been one to give into her ideas, she thinks it’s because you don’t see it, but the truth is, you don’t want to give in and get hurt. 

Your previous boyfriend was a bit of a, what’s the right phrase... ah, right, a dick. 

He was nice in the beginning, treated you like you were a princess which included saying and doing all the right things. 

But things slowly took a turn, and he wasn’t as nice, he never laid a hand on you, but he ruined the mental image yourself and it took a while before you told Daphne about what happened... or even went over to the Bridgerton household after you two parted. 

None of her brothers know, you were barely brave enough to tell Violet what happened. 

Another reason Daphne feels you and Anthony would be good together, she knows he won’t treat you wrong; he’d take care of you and won’t let you down. 

“Do you want to have dinner tonight?” 

“What are you thinking?” You ask her. 

“Something filling but not too expensive.” 

“That could be anything,” you giggle. 

“I know.” 

-

Benedict nudges Anthony, as the latter’s lips curve upward as he watches you look happy. “Ask her out.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Chicken.” 

“Get back here you lit- hi, welcome to the B-Ton Store.” 

-

Daphne texts you that she can’t make it and sent you something better. 

A knock on the door pulls you away from the TV, you’re still unable to decide what you want to watch tonight. 

You look through the peephole and are surprised to see another Bridgerton at your door. “Anthony?” 

“Sorry, I just- Daphne told me you’d be here alone and I- mother told me to come over.” No, she didn’t. 

“Oh, okay. Come on, come on in.” 

“Or I could- I could leave?” 

“No, this is better than what I had planned.” 

“Not going out tonight?”

“Exactly.” 

“I see you have some bags with you,” you comment. 

“Observant, aren’t we?” 

“Don’t be mean, Anthony. I am starving and you interrupted me.” 

“Were you cooking?” 

“Not exactly.” 

“So, I didn’t interrupt.” 

“That’s rude of you to say.” 

“I brought your favorites.” 

“My favorites?” 

“Yes.” 

“And how would you know my favorites?” 

“Please, you’ve been to our family home so many times, I think it would be a crime if I didn’t know what you liked.” 

You resist the urge to smile. “Let’s go set these down in the kitchen.” You try to grab a bag from him, but he pulls away. 

“I know where it is and I am a gentleman, I won’t let you carry any of these.” 

“Anthony-” 

“No.” 

You sigh and follow him. 

“Go sit in the living room and find a movie or something I can tolerate because I know you were watching one of those romance movies, I can’t watch any tonight.” 

“Why not?” 

“Francesca and Hyacinth forced me to watch one too many this weekend.” 

“Oh, okay. So, I’m going to go and find all of mine.” 

He lets out a fake chuckle, secretly watching as you walk out of the kitchen. He shakes his head and starts setting up the plates. 

You click off the movie you were watching before and search for a comfort movie of yours. 

He enters, handing you your plate and setting his beside you while he runs into the kitchen to grab drinks before setting down beside you. 

“I told you; you don’t need to serve me here. You’re the guest.” 

“It’s okay. I got it.” He sits down beside you. “What are we watching?” 

“Something.” 

“Oh, I see. I feed you and you don’t tell me what we’re going to watch.” 

“Exactly.” You don’t think you’ve ever been alone with him before and it’s nice, usually you two are civil towards one another but this, this just feels different. 

You glance to the side when you hear his voice mumbling along to the words. “Do you-" You hesitate in the middle of the question, unsure how he'd react if you do. 

He doesn't move and before you know it, you're asking him. 

"Do you know the lyrics to this?” He pauses, not wanting to answer you but he knows you and you aren’t the kind to stop asking until you get an answer. “A few lines," he answers vaguely. 

“More like all of them.” 

You bounce in your seat. “When did you learn them?” 

He shrugs, pushing himself off the couch, taking your plates into the kitchen. The corner of his lips twitch at your excitement, suddenly his sister’s pestering doesn't seem like it was as torturous as he thought. 

You don’t care to pause the TV as you follow him. “You can’t just avoid the question. You know more than Daphne does and she’s seen this more times than I could count.” 

“I- I don’t know. I heard… you listen to it and it sort of... got stuck in my head.” 

“So, you played it until you somehow knew all the words, didn’t you?”

“I’m not going to answer you.” 

“Why not?” You whine. 

He shakes his head. 

You take a step closer, leaning against the counter. 

"You should go back and watch the rest of your movie." 

"But I want to know when you learned all the words." 

"Just," he sighs. "Go back into the living room and maybe we'll talk." 

"Anthony." 

He sets the plate in the dish drain before wiping his hands on the dish towel you keep beside the sink. "I will not ask you again." 

You don't know where this change in behavior came from, but you don't... not hate it. 

"Fine, you really want to know?" 

You nod even though he's not facing you. 

He spins around, setting the dish towel back in its place. "I learned because my sister's longest and closest friend always sounds so- there aren't enough words for me to use to even begin describing how lovely you sound while singing along." 

He takes a step forward. "You also have no idea how much you're in my head. It drives me insane almost because I wake up and think of you. I go to bed, and I think of you. Before I realized what I feel for you, I hated you." 

You furrow your brows and thin your lips as if you're in pain. 

"But when I talked to my mother about it." He leans against the counter with one hand close to you. "She told me it's not hate, it's love. She also told me to stop acting like a fool but here I am." 

Your brows shoot up in surprise, you turn to give him your undivided attention. "Anthony?" 

"I learned all the words to that musical that's still playing because I wanted us to have more in common. I wanted you to know that I can and will learn all that I can so that I may be closer to you because this- this relationship you have with my family is worth too much to lose." 

The warmth on your cheek isn't just from his confession, he cradles your cheek as if you'll break. "I don't want to scare you with how deep my feelings for you are, so I'll start with saying I like you more than a friend or family friend. I want to-" 

"To what?" 

"I told you I don't want to scare you." 

"What if," you gulp. "What if it won't? I mean, what if I actually like it and you just think I won't." 

"Is that what you truly feel?" 

"I-" 

"Because I think you're acting tough, and you don't mean it. I think you're pretending to want to know just so you can have an excuse to turn me down." 

"What do you take me for?" 

He leans in, "someone who denies themselves the right to be happy." 

"I- No. You're wrong. I am plenty happy." 

"But you can have more." 

"Why are you pushing this so much?" 

"So, you can stop being sad." 

That certainly surprised you. "You deserve nice things too. Even as much as finding the one you'd be able to spend the rest of your life with." He pulls away and you crumble. 

"What if I did find him and it took me a while to realize it?" 

"Do you think you'd be happy with me?" 

You nod. "I know I would." 

He stands in front of you, blocking you, evidently trapping you in between his arms as he leans in and smiles; not moving any further, not wanting to pressure you. 

You know that too which is why you're equally as shocked when you pull him in for a (long awaited) kiss. 

One of his hands slides away from the counter to hold onto your waist, keeping his other on the counter. He smiles at you. "Do you want to go back into the living room and finish your movie?" 

The corners of your lips twitch. "Maybe." 

"Come on," he mumbles, guiding you with one hand resting on your low back. 

You don't know why you're feeling so shy all of a sudden. 

You two sit back down and rewind to where you were before his confession, only this time, you’re not as far from the other. 

You curl into his side, mouthing along to the words as his voice travels through your ears. 

-

Daphne knocks on the door, arriving earlier than you expected, curious as to what happened between the two of you but also because you have plans for lunch before going to her family home. 

She groans and hangs up the phone again, her patience is wearing thin. She knocks on your door harder than before. “It’s me, open up before your neighbors think I’m a burglar.” 

The door swings open, her jaw drops at the sight of Anthony with you curled into his side. 

“Well, well. Now I know why you haven’t answered your phone.” She lets herself inside, leaving her brother to close the door. “We have plans, say goodbye to your girlfriend so we can get ready and then go out to lunch.” 

“Is it where I made your reservation for?” 

“Of course.” 

“I’m coming too.” 

She whines, “no you’re not.” 

“I’m hungry too and it’s under my name. You would have forced me to come sooner or later.” 

“But that was before last night.” 

He raises his brows. 

“You two are a couple now and I won’t have enough time to spend with my friend because you’ll be dragging her around with you.” 

“I won’t be dragging her-” 

“Fine, coupley things.” 

“You can do coupley things with Simon.” 

“It’s not the same.” 

“What if,” you interrupt the two. “What if we go out together?” 

They both are ready to object when you quickly add, “you, me, Anthony, and Simon? We’re going to your family’s home anyway, why not all four of us hangout?” 

Neither of them object, seemingly going along with your idea. “Good. Daphne and I will get ready while you go back to yours then we’ll meet at the restaurant?” 

He nods, pulling back into his grasp. “I’ll leave on one condition.” 

“What’s that?” You ask with a smile. 

“A simple kiss.” 

You peck his lips. 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

Daphne lets out a fake gag as the two of you make out. 

“Go away, Anthony. You’ll see her again soon.” 

Once he’s left, she drags you into your room. “Tell me everything.” 

“Daph!” You chuckle. 

“Spill.” 

“No.” 

“Come on,” she whines as you walk into the bathroom. 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” 

“Oh!” She chuckles, “fine. I’m just happy he stopped leaving you those notes.” 

“He what?” 

“Nothing. Nothing. Finish getting ready.” 

[ao3feed-kathony]

No-One Can Know

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/63875068 by WaterlilyRose No-one can know the secrets behind Anthony and Kate's runaway success. There are too many to count anyway. Words: 2466, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Edmund Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Henry Granville, Agatha Danbury, Eloise Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma, Mary Sheffield | Mary Sharma, Newton (Bridgerton) Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Fashion & Models, Forbidden Love, Secret Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Inspired By Jonathan Bailey and Simone Ashley's Photoshoots read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/63875068

[girl-in-new-york]

Hello!!

get to know me !

she/her - pisces - movie + book nerd - shifter - writing as a hobby !

i’m kamryn, but i go by kam. I love reading and writing and would love to share that with people :)

rules and the fandoms i write for below:

Rules:

all kinds of people are welcome here, my only rules are that you are respectful and kind.

i write smut, fluff, angst, and i’ll usually will only write headcanons, blurbs, etc. not really full fics, seeing as i struggle writing about one thing for so long.

I am open to writing for fem, masc, ftm or mtf, and non gender specific readers, along with any other requests! (florist!reader, fem!reader, autistic!reader, etc).

Feel free to correct me or let me know if i have written something that is inaccurate or if i make any mistakes, but please be polite about it.

I do not write for: beastiality/anything romantic with animals, bodily fluids (other than blood, + cum), no feet kinks please, oc x reader, non con.

There will be others but feel free to request and if it makes me uncomfortable i will add it to the list and politely decline

I write for

Wolfbloods

• Rhydian Morris

• Maddy Smith

• Tom Okinawa

Teen Wolf

• Scott McCall

• Stiles Stilinski

• Derek Hale

• Allison Argent

• Lydia Martin

• Liam Dunbar

• Malia Tate

The Maze Runner

• Thomas

• Newt (only mlm)

• Gally

• Minho

• Frypan

• Brenda

• Teresa

Bridgerton

• Anthony Bridgerton

• Eloise Bridgerton

• Daphne Bridgerton

• Simon Basset

• Colin Bridgerton

• Theo Sharpe

• Benedict Bridgerton

Deadly Class

• Saya Kuroki

• Marcus Lopez

• Willie Lewis

• Maria Salazar

• Billy Bennet

• Petra

Marvel

• Pietro Maximoff

• Remy LeBeau

• Tony Stark

• Loki Laufeyson

• Natasha Romanoff

Scream

• Billy Loomis

• Tatum Riley

• Stu Macher

• Sidney Prescott

• Ethan Landry

• Amber Freeman

• Wes Hicks

• Sam Carpenter

• Mindy Meeks

• Chad Meeks

• Tara Carpenter

Extra

• Andrew Neiman (Whiplash)

• Mason Freeland (Thirteen— 2003)

• Dead Poets Society

• Harry Potter (canon and fanon characters like the slytherin boys or marauders era)

• OBX

• DC

• Criminal Minds

• COD

• Red Dead Redemption 2

• Sturniolo Brothers

I will be updating this list, but feel free to request any characters or fandoms you’d like me to write for and i’ll happily look into it!

I also am happy to write for celebrities! (Jack Champion, Evan Peters, Dylan O’brien, etc)

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

Chapters: 10/12

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Violet Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington Characters: Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Daphne Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Jack Featherington, Prudence Featherington, Philippa Featherington Additional Tags: Depression, References to Depression, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Reverse Harem, Polyandry, No Incest, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Setting with Females Able to Inherit All Traditionally Male Titles, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Age Difference, Exhibitionism, Slight Character Study, Penelope Featherington Needs a Hug, Penelope Featherington Growth, Protective Anthony Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton Needs A Hug, Supportive Benedict Bridgerton, Protective Benedict Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton Doing Emotional Labor, Benedict Bridgerton Needs a Hug, Vaginal Fingering, Dry Humping, Masturbation, Sex, Oral Sex Summary:

“I never said I was an easy teacher. I will challenge you. I will push you. But I will help you be great.”

Something about the way he said those words awoke something inside her. A desire, a need, to prove people wrong. To prove to her mother and sisters that she could turn the estate around and support all of them despite the fact they wouldn’t lift a finger to help her. To prove the plethora of men who dominated the House of Lords wrong, because she knew they would take one look at her and assume she’d be weak because she was a woman.

But, crucially, to prove herself wrong. To squash her self-doubt and succeed where she believed she would fail.

____

Due to a new law and a surprise will and testament, Penelope inherits her father's title as Baron on his death. Terrified and lacking in confidence, she is surprised when Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and his brother, Benedict, offer to help her take the title, claw her family out of debt, and become a powerful, flourishing figure.

The three of them have no idea what this deal will set in motion.

Source: archiveofourown.org