#sophie wilde as sophie beckett

[apinchofm]

She was a you-know-what.

A bastard. Sophie had never been afraid of the word, because her father loved her. That is what mattered.

But Benedict, from such a prestigious family, loved her when he should not. They were utterly u n s u i t a b l e

[belloves]

theory about the Cowpers (book spoilers for Benedict’s book talked about)

Look, there have been a lot of talk about the Cowper family over the past few weeks but I had a thought that has occurred to me and I need to get it out even if it’s absolutely fucking wrong (which, let’s be real, it likely is.

Forewarn: I believe that it is highly likely that Benedict’s season is next. There has (so far) been no mention of the Cranes to signal Eloise’s story (assuming they go the same direction; and I believe that Benedict/Sophie play a part in Eloise deciding to marry) and I don’t see them jumping straight into Francesca’s. And, of course, Gregory and Hyacinth are too young. As such, Benedict and Sophie are the only ones logically remaining. In addition, Sophie Beckett will likely be hinted about (and, based on some speculation I’ve seen, potentially even introduced).

Here is why I believe the Cowpers will play a big role in the upcoming season.

First: Cressida’s mother is named Araminta—an important detail considering the fact that Sophie’s step-mother is also named Arminta. Assuming they keep with the names of characters from book to screen (which they have so far), it seems very likely they are related to Sophie unless they decide to introduce another Araminta. In addition, putting this key character into a character/family that we already know makes it so they have less foundation stuff to do at the beginning of season 4. We already know the Cowper family—and we’ve been seeing them since season 1.

Second: Lady Tilley Arnold is a new character introduced to have Benedict’s affection. However, in my personal opinion, I think that Lady Tilley has a very striking resemblance to Lady Araminta and Cressida. Lady Tilley’s character could’ve been any number of actresses—but it does seem odd that they pick an actress similar to the Cowpers, who have gotten a more prominent role this season. My theory? She is Lady Cowper’s oldest daughter and Cressida’s sister. By the time of season 1, she was already married to her husband so that could explain why we haven’t seen her before (and potentially her husband prefers the country which is why she’s never in Mayfair for the season).

Lady Cowper POTENTIALLY having two daughters makes it all the more reason that she is Sophie’s step mother. (Though, they could truly do whatever they want and make it so Sophie has only one step sister.)

(Other note, how similar Lady Tilley looked to Cressida like really threw me off for all of her scenes in episode 3.)

Third: The stronger focus on Cressida.

Cressida’s friendship with Eloise is arguably one of the best original changes to the season. Seeing her in a better light and why she is how she is—it is refreshing. We get to see her not only change and be a better person, but also her own dissatisfaction with her life and the life her parents have made for her—wishing to make a choice on her husband before they force her to marry someone else. These character changes bring her closer in-line with Posy, the younger of Sophie’s step-siblings—who is often overlooked by her mother in favor of her older sister.

That is all.

[the-queen-who-should-have-been]

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

[wheredidileavethatfire]

“What are you smiling about?" Benedict demanded. She didn't bother to glance up as she replied, "I'm plotting your demise." ❃ Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman    

[thekatebridgerton]

Today on another episode of stories I'm too sleep deprived to write: Jekyll and Hyde Bridgerton boys au

Since the Bridgerton boys tend to get so bipolar around their love interest, what if it was actually a day/night curse that only true love can... blend in.

Take Anthony, Benedict and Colin, respectable gentlemen by day, rakes by night.

During daylight, Anthony is respectfully courting Edwina and trading barbs with Kate, but during any night time ball he's cornering Kate in dark libraries and whispering sensually in her ear about all the things he wants to do to her. Kate finds him distasteful at first, easily cluing in that during daylight hours, Anthony is too rational to attempt to seduce her, and running away from him during night time balls, but his changes in mood are getting out of hand, she's taken to staying at home for the past number of balls and Edwina swears that Viscount Bridgerton is beginning to scare her. The less of Kate he sees at night, the more his ungentleman side wants to have her. And Kate is running out of options to avoid him, she's falling for him and if she doesn't do something drastic she's going to end up ruined, or worse, married to the insufferable man, so in a last ditch attempt to save herself she's just announced she's going to India... Now Anthony's unrestrained side has started blending in with his good one in an attempt to stop Kate from leaving him and it's not good, not good at all

Benedict thought he was spared the most unsavory sides of the curse, some night time debauchery here and there was a small price to pay for keeping his reputation as the ton's darling. That until he met the lady in silver, and for the first time the wild side of the curse got out of control. The one that got away drove his nocturnal self mad with want. For 2 years he fought against it only for Sophie Beckett to bring it out of him more strongly than before. Sophie Beckett isn't scared of anything, she should be scared of Benedict, who gets her a job in the morning, then demands she be his mistress at night. But she's figured that even at his worst she can push him back and he won't hurt her. Sure he's determined to help her establish herself independently during daylight and demands she depend only on him during his nighttime adventures, but Sophie is strong, she's dealt with worse. At least until gentlemen daylight Benedict starts seducing her in a very rakish way. And wild untamed nighttime Benedict starts romancing her like a gentleman in love

Colin... Well Colin has always known he's cursed. He learned to work around it, keeping his darker nature under control with decadent food and debauched travels and the occasional gambling. Until Penelope Featherington asked his nighttime self for a kiss and got in the way of his neatly laid plans. Penelope is clever, too clever, his daylight self might hate her, but oh his nighttime self can't live without her and she thrives on it. Truly it irks Colin to know that she prefers him at his worst during the night and rejects his at his best during daylight. She with her lady Whistledown secrets, smiling as she indulges his every hungry whim during secret nighttime meetings and then pretends the man she's taken for lover is not Colin Bridgerton. If she didn't frustrate him so, he might think himself inlove with her. Penelope Featherington knows Colin's secret, truthfully she doesn't mind if he knows hers, as lady Whistledown its only fair that he knows she can ruin his life if he dares to ruin hers. His nighttime self is fun, savage, and completely enamored with her body, nothing like daylight Colin. Penelope adores that side of him. Part of her doesn't even want to admit they're the same person because Daylight Colin is the popular charmer of the ton who can't even look her in the eye and calls her his dear friend. But nighttime Colin is hers and he doesn't demand anything out of her as her lover, truly its the best arrangement in the world... That is until an overprotective Colin Bridgerton ravishes her in a carriage and proposes marriage in front of all her family, all in the same morning. Could it be his two personalities are blending??

And Gregory Bridgerton, he's seventeen and afraid, very afraid about when he'll reach a point where his curse will be triggered and what that will mean for his best friend Lucy Abernathy. Because Greg knows he's going to respect Lucy till the day he dies, but he also knows he can't live without her and he can almost feel the want in his bones, how little it would take for his Lucy to be his undoing and the reason he needs to lock himself up at night... It's going to happen eventually but Gregory hopes it takes longer than a few years, for Lucy's sake and for his own.

[thatbiologist]

G’eth Character Name Bank

First Names

Masculine Names

Alfred, Andrew, Arlo, Arthur, Balthazar, Barry, Ben, Benedick, Bernard, Burchard, Cedric, Charibert, Crispin, Cyrill, Daegal, Derek, Digory, Drustan, Duncan, Edmund, Edwin, Elric, Evaine, Frederick, Geffery, George, Godfreed, Gregory, Guy, Harris, Harry, Horsa, Hugh, Humphrey, Iago, Jack, Jeremy, John, Kazamir, Kenric, Lawrence, Leoric, Lorik, Luke, Lynton, Lysander, Madoc, Magnus, Maukolum, Micheal, Miles, Milhouse, Mordred, Mosseus, Ori, Orvyn, Neville, Norbert, Nycolas, Paul, Percival, Randulf, Richard, Robert, Roderick, Stephen, Tennys, Theodoric, Thomas, Tristan, Tybalt, Victor, Vincent, Vortimer, Willcock, Willian, Wymond

Feminine Names

Adelin, Alice, Amelia, Beatrix, Beryl, Bogdana, Branwyne, Brigida, Catalina, Catherine, Claudia, Crystina, Deanna, Desdemona, Elaine, Elinora, Eliza, Enide, Eva, Ferelith, Fiora, Freya, Gertrude, Gregoria, Gueanor, Gwen, Gwendolyn, Hannah, Hegelina, Helen, Helga, Heloise, Henrietta, Igraine, Imogen, Jacquelyn, Jane, Jean, Jenny, Jill, Juliana, Juliet, Katie, Leela, Lettice, Lilibet, Lilith, Lucy, Luthera, Luz, Lyra, Malyna, Margherita, Marion, Meryl, Millie, Miranda, Molle, Morgana, Morgause, Nezetta, Nina, Novella, Olwen, Oriana, Oriolda, Osanna, Pamela, Petra, Philippa, Revna, Rohez, Rosalind, Rose, Sallie, Sarra, Serphina, Sif, Simona, Sophie, Thomasine, Tiffany, Ursula, Viola, Winifred, Yrsa, Ysabella, Yvaine, Zelda, Zillah

Gender-Neutral/Unisex Names

Adrian, Alex, Aiden, Arden, Ariel, Auden, Avery, Bailey, Blaire, Blake, Brett, Breslin, Caelan, Cadain, Cameron, Charlie, Dagon, Dana, Darby, Darra, Devon, Drew, Dylan, Evan, Felize, Fenix, Fernley, Finley, Glenn, Gavyn, Haskell, Hayden, Hunter, Jace, Jaime, Jesse, Jo, Kai, Kane, Karter, Kieran, Kylin, Landon, Leslie, Mallory, Marin, Meritt, Morgan, Nell, Noel, Oakley, Otzar, Paris, Peregrine, Quant, Quyn, Reagan, Remy, Robin, Rowan, Ryan, Sam, Samar, Sasha, Sloan, Stace, Tatum, Teegan, Terrin, Urbain, Vahn, Valo, Vick, Wallace, Waverly, Whitney, Yardley, Yarden, Zasha

Surnames

Surnames, Patrilineal - First Name (Patrilineal Surname)

Ace, Allaire, Appel, Arrow, Baker, Bamford, Barnard, Beckett, Berryann, Blakewood, Blanning, Bigge, Binns, Bisby, Brewer, Brickenden, Brooker, Browne, Buller, Carey, Carpenter, Carter, Cheeseman, Clarke, Cooper, Ead, Elwood, Emory, Farmer, Fish, Fisher, Fitzroy, Fletcher, Foreman, Foster, Fuller, Galahad, Gerard, Graves, Grover, Harlow, Hawkins, Hayward, Hill, Holley, Holt, Hunter, Jester, Kerr, Kirk, Leigh, MacGuffin, Maddock, Mason, Maynard, Mercer, Miller, Nash, Paige, Payne, Pernelle, Raleigh, Ryder, Scroggs, Seller, Shepard, Shore, Slater, Smith, Tanner, Taylor, Thatcher, Thorn, Tilly, Turner, Underwood, Vaughan, Walter, Webb, Wilde, Wood, Wren, Wyatt, Wynne

Surnames, Townships in G’eth - First Name of (Location)

Abelforth, Argent Keep, Barrow Springs, Barrowmere, Bedford, Brunhelm, Bumble, Casterfalls, Dunbridge, Falmore Forest, Folk’s Bounty, Frostmaid, Fulstad, Heller’s Crossing, Hertfordshire, Humberdale, Inkwater, Little Avery, Marrowton, Mistfall, Mistmire, Morcow, Necropolis-on-Sea, Otherway, Parsendale, Piddlehinton, Port Fairwind, Redcastle, Ransom, Rutherglen, Saint Crois, Tanner’s Folly, Tavern’s Point, Wilmington

Surnames, Geographical Locations in G’eth - First Name of the (Location)

Cove of Calamity, Deep Woods of Falmore, Eastern Isles, Eastern Mountains, Foothills, Frozen Peak, Lakes, Maegor Cobblestones, Northern Mountains, Southern Isle, Tangle, West Coast, Wild Wild Woods, Woods of Angarad

Surnames, Nickname - First Name the (Something) 

Bald, Bastard, Bear, Bearded, Big, Bird, Bold, Brave, Broken, Butcher, Bruiser, Careless, Caring, Charitable, Clever, Clumsy, Cold, Confessor, Coward, Crow, Cyclops, Devious, Devoted, Dog, Dragonheart, Dreamer, Elder, Faithful, Fearless, Fey, Fool, Friend, Generous, Giant, Goldheart, Goldfang, Gouty, Gracious, Great, Hag, Handsome, Hawk, Honest, Huge, Humble, Hungry, Hunter, Innocent, Ironfist, Ironside, Keeper, Kind, Lesser, Liar, Lionheart, Little, Loyal, Magical, Mercenary, Merchant, Messenger, Old, Orphan, Pale, Polite, Poet, Poor, Prodigy, Prophet, Proud, Reliable, Romantic, Rude, Selfish, Sellsword, Scab, Scholar, Shield, Shy, Singer, Sirrah, Slayer, Slug, Small, Stoneheart, Swift, Tadde, Talented, Tart, Tenacious, Timid, Tiny, Tough, Traveller, Trusted, Truthful, Viper, Wizard, Wolf, Wyrm

[etdraconis]

Updated Muse List

Bold denotes primary/main muses, underlined denotes secondary muses, Italics denotes tertiary/low muse, * denotes request only

Dragon Age Canons:

Cremisius Aclassi

Anders

Zevran Arainai

Blackwall

Eleanor Cousland

Fergus Cousland

Fenris

Bethany Hawke

Carver Hawke

Nathaniel Howe

Thomas Howe

The Iron Bull

Anora Mac Tir

Loghain Mac Tir

Josephine Montilyet

Dorian Pavus

Cassandra Pentaghast

Cullen Rutherford

Varric Tethras

Alistair Theirin

Cailan Theirin

Maric Theirin

Dragon Age OCs:

Arden Aclassi

August Amell

Elizabeth Amell

Julian Amell

Oliver Amell

Rosalie Amell

Pyke Brosca

Elysia Caius

Amara Cousland

Brennon Cousland

Lauryl Cousland

Victoire Ducet

Callum Hawke

Kenton Hawke

Leanore Hawke

Hava Lavellan

Theron Mahariel

Kalva Sabrae

Alim Surana

Aurelia Tabris

Claire Trevelyan

Declan Trevelyan

Evelyn Trevelyan

Everett Trevelyan

Maxwell Trevelyan

Persephone Trevelyan

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Elain Archeron

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Azriel

Cassian

Jurian

Kallias

Rhysand

Tarquin

Eris Vanserra

Lucien Vanserra

Bridgerton

Sophie Beckett

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Francesca Bridgerton

Gregory Bridgerton

Hyacinth Bridgerton

Felicity Featherington

Penelope Featherington

Gareth St. Claire

Gwendolyn Sinclaire

Kendall Sinclaire

Alexander Thorne

Charlotte Thorne

Lillian Thorne

Sebastian Thorne

William Thorne

Crescent City

Aidas

Juniper Andromeda

Fury Axtar

Baxian Argos

Ariadne

Hunt Athalar

Lidia Cervos

Ruhn Danaan

Declan Emmet

Hypaxia Enador

Danika Fendyr

Tristan Flynn

Connor Holstrom

Ithan Holstrom

Tharion Ketos

Bryce Quinlan

Rigelus

The Empyrean Saga

Andarna

Jack Barlowe

Imogen Cardulo

Ridoc Gamlyn

Aaric Greycastle

Liam Mairi

Sloane Mairi

Rhiannon Matthias

Brennan Sorrengail

Lilith Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail

Violet Sorrengail

Grishaverse

Kaz Brekker

The Darkling

Jesper Fahey

Inej Ghafa

Matthias Helvar

Fedyor Kaminsky

Tamar Kir-Bataar

David Kostyk

Nikolai Lantzov

Zoya Nazyalensky

Genya Safin

Alina Starkov

Wylan Van Eck

Tolya Yul-Bataar

Nina Zenik

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Nico Di Angelo

Jason Grace

Percy Jackson

Piper McLean

Will Solace

Leo Valdez

Throne of Glass

Aedion Ashryver*

Sam Cortland

Lysandra Ennar

Aelin Galathynius

Evalin Galathynius

Dorian Havilliard

Fenrys Moonbeam

Chaol Westfall

Rowan Whitethorn*

The Witcher

Jaskier

Geralt of Rivia

Yennifer of Vengerberg

Other Book Muses

Daniel Arlington V (Ninth House)

Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Crowley (Good Omens)

Alexander Clairemont-Diaz (Red, White, and Royal Blue)

Arthur Delacey (Gwen and Art Are Not in Love)

Galaxy Stern (Ninth House)

Greek Mythology

Aphrodite

Apollo

Ares

Aristeus

Artemis

Asclepius

Hades

Hera

Hermes

Patroclus

Persephone

Poseidon

Zeus

DnD/Fantasy OCs

Jalana Astorio (human warlock)

Tarquin Auglathia (sea-elf rogue)

Nedri Autumnblaze (half-orc ranger)

Azure (water genasi monk)

Anders Brightwood (human bard)

Caerlin (tiefling arcane trickster rogue)

Drake (Wild Hunt shifter ranger)

Elianis Galonodel (half-elf druid)

Naivara Galonodel (half-elf mastermind rogue)

Taron Galonodel (wood elf bard)

Rhys Le'Quella (eladrin wizard)

Makaria (tiefling paladin)

Reya (tiefling storm sorcerer)

Alwyn Sulian (sun elf paladin)

Auryn Sulian (sun elf fighter)

Cerys Sulian (sun elf celestial warlock)

Emrys Sulian (sun elf shadow magic sorcerer)

Cloak Timbers (gnome cleric)

Hollis Tremaine (human fighter)

Other/modern OCs

Destin Michaels (merman)

Novah Michaels (mermaid)

Cassian Sage (werewolf)

Sophie Sage (werewolf)

Reina Solace (werewolf)

Hazel Thatcher (werewolf)

Nicolai Voss (vampire)

[tilly-tilly-2827]

You must be Joking, Mr. Bridgerton!

Reimaging An Offer from a Gentleman#2/ Missing from moments from My cottage

Synopsis: When Benedict offers her a glass of whiskey, Sophie gets slightly drunk. And, also, how Benedict starts to see Sophie Beckett in a new light.

⚠️  This dabble is set before their marriage, a moment before the lake scene in An Offer from a Gentleman. Benedict hasn’t finished his character development, so……..he’s kind of a dick?

Ao3 post from here!!

“Then, Gregory broke his arm the moment he held the arrow in his hands…”

“He didn’t!”

“Unfortunately, this part is true.”

Sophie burst out laughing as Benedict imitated the stern yet exasperated look and the voice of his elder brother, I’m taking that away from you.

“Does he truly sound like that?”

“Like a 60-year-old man with 9 kids? Yes, he does sound and acts like so, ”

The kitchen again was filled with the merry laughter of Sophie Beckett. No longer the quiet, reserved girl he had imagined her to be, Benedict began to notice that he rather liked the sound of her voice, the sound of her laughter.

Although Sophie had repeatedly insisted that he should take his supper in bed, or at least, in the main dining hall, Benedict was quite persistent on having his meal in the servant’s kitchen. Firmly stating that he would dine in there. With Sophie.

But Mr. Bridgerton, I believe it is not suitable for you to dine there…

But you are dining there, am I correct?

Well yes, but…

If it is suitable for you, it must be suitable for me, isn’t it? I’m only saving you from further trouble, Ms. Beckett. It must take quite an effort to carry that quantity of food from the downstairs kitchen. I’ve also been brought up of the logic; the more the merrier, Ms. Beckett, have you heard that…

Sophie did not exactly understand either of those logics. But seeing as he dabbled on and firmly seated himself on the head of the table in the servants’ kitchen, she did notice that Benedict Bridgerton was a stubborn man indeed.

“…And that is why Colin was confiscated from giving gifts to Gregory for the next couple of years.”

“A wise decision for your brother,” Sophie chirped back, barely suppressing a giggle.

Sophie had never felt so peaceful in her life. With the fireplace cracking by the side, the peaceful summer night breeze, and the love of her life gulping down her stew quite enthusiastically (This is remarkable, Ms. Beckett, Benedict had beamed at her ), every moment felt like a dream. She had imagined every fantasy of him since two years ago, but sharing a stew in the countryside had not been on her list.

Sophie was quite worried that the dinner might end in awkward silence, just as it had been in the phaeton from the Cavenders. But Benedict has been gallant and sweet, sharing stories about his family, and his siblings.

Although their plates had been finished at least an hour ago, they were pushed aside in the corner of the table. Sophie couldn’t bring herself to start cleaning them up, and Benedict was beginning to wonder why he couldn’t stop rambling on. He noticed that he wanted more of Ms. Beckett’s smiles, her laughter.

Benedict was thanking the stars that the Crabtrees had not returned from their travels yet. Mrs. Crabtree would be furious to have him in the kitchen, let alone have a young woman be in the same room with him unchaperoned.

Sophie was almost hollering with laughter as Benedict continued to talk about the time his father had put glue on his boots. It had been quite a while since he even talked about his father, but words kept slipping out as if he couldn’t help himself.

“So, it was your father, who encouraged you to sketch?”

“Well, Anthony was rather wild, so I presume he wanted his second son to engage in more …quiet pastimes.”

“…I wouldn’t call it a pastime if I had your skills,” Sophie smiled softly.

“How could you be the judge of that?”

“…I accidentally came across one of your sketchbooks the other night,” Sophie answered sheepishly, but Benedict must have been frowning because Sophie suddenly broke into a burst;

“I’m incredibly sorry, Mr. Bridgerton. I was overstepping, I knew that I was intruding on your privacy…”

“No, no. No need for apologies, Ms. Beckett. I was merely…surprised you saw them.”

Silence had fallen between the two.

“Any thoughts, by the way?”

He asked hesitantly.

“I thought they were beautiful,”

“…You flatter me, Ms. Beckett,”

“I mean what I say, Mr.Bridgeton.”

Sophie’s serious gaze met his.

“…I loved the one with your siblings,” Sophie’s voice was barely above a whisper, “The one with the mallets. I could just feel the merriment. The expression of your sister that you sketched, she looked just like you.”

The fire in the fireplace was burning down, but Benedict noticed Sophie’s cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were cast down as if she were imagining the sketch in her mind.

She is quite fetching, he thought, and Benedict suddenly wanted his sketchbook in his hands, desperately wanting to capture that exact expression on paper.

“I truly loved that sketch,” she sighed, “your father must have been so proud if he had seen your works.”

Benedict felt a stroke of heartache, remembering how he would sketch in his father’s study on his lap, and his father would ruffle his head, the first time to have an artist in the family, eh?

“Well, your father must be proud of you as well, to have a daughter so well-spoken and educated as yourself. With expert culinary skills.”

Sophie’s corners of her mouth twitched ever so slightly, her green eyes somewhat dimming.

“…I doubt he would.”

“Why so?”

“He was…rather distant. I don’t think he ever wanted to…” Sophie suddenly stopped, surprised that she was even talking about this. She softly placed her hand on her cheeks, trying to raise the corner of her lips. No, she wasn’t going to break down in front of him.

“It must be lovely, to grow up in a family like yours.”

“…You don’t have a family.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

Just when she tried to change the subject, she thought, she could feel her spine become rigid, her fingertips curling.

“You said that your mother was a housekeeper, but you never mentioned your father.”

Curiosity was quietly bubbling inside him, he oddly had the urge to know more about the woman who had taken such good care of him. Who was she? What was she?

“Where does he live now?”

“…He passed on as well when I was young .”

“What did he do?”

“……………….he was a gardener.”

“Who took care of you, Ms. Beckett?”

“I told you before, Mr. Bridgeton,” The more he asked, the more stubborn her tone became. “The family that my mother worked for was very generous and took care of me after her death…”

“They took care of you, but they didn’t love you.”

“…They took care of me the best they could do…”

“Why so many lies, Ms. Beckett?”

Benedict saw her eyes widen, almost as if she were in shock.

“……..How did you know I was lying ?”

“I could see it in your eyes.”

Benedict knew that he should have stopped interrogating the poor girl moments ago, but he couldn’t help himself from rambling on. There was so much sadness in the girl’s eyes, and he had to know the depths of it.

“Aren’t you ever lonely Ms. Beckett? With no one to protect you, filling your gaps with deception ?”

“I have become quite accustomed to my lifestyle.”

“But that makes it more miserable, doesn’t it?”

“And what would you know of that, Mr. Bridgerton?” There was a sharpness in her tone, and Benedict felt his cheeks redden, Sophie was not looking for his pity or sympathy.

“I suppose I do not know,” he mumbled, noticing that he had overstepped. He stared down at his empty plate, regretting that he had pushed too hard. “But I do wish to understand…”

“Understand, Mr. Bridgerton? There is no need to understand…”

“I care about you,”

Benedict blurted out, almost instinctively.

“ I……I ….I meant that…I …worry about you.”

Benedict saw Sophie, who had a soft smile rising on the corner of her lips. Her shoulders and hands were relaxed, but there was a look of disbelief on her face.

“…I apologize that I have overstepped.”

Sophie quietly shook her head.

“…I will never understand your loneliness, truly.” Benedict fidgeted his hands. “But I do know how it feels to …be lost. Alone.”

“Even with a family like yours.”

“Even like a family like mine.”

He gave a weakening smile.

“You must think me of a privileged git,” Benedict continued, but Sophie quietly shook her head.

“You could feel lost and alone in a room of a hundred people, but at the same time you could feel most fulfilled when there’s only two in the room,” Sophie said softly.“ You don’t have to feel guilty about feeling lonely or lost, no matter what position you’re in.”

“Mmmm”

Benedict noticed that he couldn’t quite respond to her words. But there was something incredibly soothing about her voice, her words.

“But personally…” Sophie continued hesitantly, “ I never knew you felt so…lost. You seemed so sure of yourself. You didn’t hesitate to help me at the Cavender’s”

“I wouldn’t hesitate to help you,” He replied quickly, “I just feel so lost because…”

I lost the love of my life two years ago and have failed to find her ever since,

“…Ever since Eddie was born, and Miles, that is, Anthony and Kate’s boys,” Benedict couldn’t believe those words were coming out of himself. “I’ve been…uh, struggling..?”

Sophie suddenly noticed that the man in front of her was not the debonair, gallant Prince Charming Sophie had known in the masquerade, but a simple, honest man struggling to find purpose in life.

Sophie desperately wanted to put her arms around him and comfort him, but she knew that was out of the question. Instead, she quietly put her hands on his, rubbing the palms of his hands. She knew she was overstepping, but she just needed to touch him somewhere.

“You’re hands are cold,”

Benedict smiled softly.

“I’m sorry, I’m meddling …”

Sophie quickly withdrew her hand, but Benedict caught it at the last second.

“No. I..… I like it.”

It was truly a silent night. Not like the ones in London, Benedict thought, and he could only hear the crackle from the fireplace.

“………I’m no longer the spare or the spare of the spare. Anthony wouldn’t need any help managing the estate in a few years…and I’ll be just a useless uncle.”

“You’re not useless.”

“But I am!” He groaned, grinding his head in his arms. “I have nothing in my hands, I don’t have any professions, trade, or specialty…”

“What about art?”

“What about it?”

“You’re talented. The sketches I saw…”

“I just…I just lost the passion for it. Or the love for it. I don’t think I can put myself out again.”

“What was once lost could be found,” Sophie quietly replied. Her voice was incredibly soft. “Sometimes the lord gives us chances in the most unexpected places,”

“I never thought you were a religious sort,”

“I’m not.” Sophie had a rather guilty look on her face. “I’m saying this from experience.”

But it was a sad smile Sophie had given him.

Benedict was in strong need of a cigarette. Or at least a stiff drink.

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Benedict regretted ever giving a drink to one Sophie Beckett. He had forgotten that he had been drinking with an inexperienced woman of two and twenty, not the lads from Will’s bar or the bohemian artists in Granville’s parties. Benedict had offered too much, and apparently, Sophie had too much to drink.

I’ve never had a drink, Sophie timidly had admitted an hour earlier when he offered her a glass.

Oh, I do believe you will enjoy it, Ms. Beckett. Benedict foolishly had said, passing her one of his finest. Go on, a sip wouldn’t hurt you.

Oh, how ignorant and careless he was. Sophie Beckett was now on her eighth glass, currently giggling away happily to pour the ninth. Benedict would have to come up with an excuse to Mrs. Crabtree why one of his finest whiskey had disappeared in just one night.

The extent of her influence? Sophie had been rambling on how talented he was with his artistic pursuits, and how he truly resembled Prince Charming she had read in her childhood fairy tales.

Admittedly, Benedict did feel rather smug.

“You are a very charming gentleman, Mr. Bridgerton.” Sophie declared for the fifth time that night, softly tracing the graining on the table. He noticed that her fingertips were grazed with blisters and cuts, painful cracks on each side. He should get a bottle of lotion on his way back, he thought to himself. Although Benedict was bewildered by the amount of her consumption she decided to take, he knew how much she deserved a nice, good drink.

And he did enjoy seeing Sophie Beckett, always so prim and reserved, ramble on so high-spirited and…utterly drunk.

“…Why thank you, Ms. Beckett.”

With her pale cheeks flushed and her green eyes glowing, Benedict suddenly felt an immense amount of thirst, quickly taking another shot of his drink.

“It is your eyes, I suppose. Or is it your smile that pleases the eye?” Sophie slurred, dropping her head on the table, “With your talents and charms, you must have every man and woman at your disposal,”

Should he kiss her? A flash of thought skimmed through his mind. No, he firmly thought. He was a gentleman for god’s sake, and his father and mother had taught him better than to take advantage of an intoxicated lady. Taking liberty with a helpless maid, he would be as obnoxious as Cavender, the man he had saved Ms. Beckett from. He shuddered, reminiscing the moment he saw her in Cavender’s arms. Benedict sighed, ashamed that even the thought of kissing her had entered his mind.

But Benedict was sure that Sophie Beckett did hold some affection towards him, listening to her drunken slurs, he knew that somehow, unconsciously, he had captured Sophie Beckett’s heart, her subconscious entirely. Was it his looks? Was it his charms? Was it his family name?

It was true that Sophie Beckett was tempting, very tempting indeed. With her soft blond curls and her captivating green eyes, he could see the parts that would capture the eyes of a gentleman, despite her scrawny figure and the worker’s rags.

Just fifteen inches, Benedict thought, if he leaned over just a little, he would have her lips on his, and somewhere in his mind, instinctively, was screaming, demanding that she would be his. He simply just knew.

He could ravish her, cherish her, adore her with his whole body. He could dress her up in silk and satins, buy her ribbons and jewels, bonnets and dresses, everything a young woman would dream of. He could hide her away, she could be there for his pleasure, as his muse, his inspiration. He would sink her in his silk sheets. Perhaps he could even give her a family, which she seems to desperately want. She would never be alone.

For the first time in his life, he was making excuses to his lady in silver, the woman he had sworn would be his future wife.

A little one on the side wouldn’t hurt, would it?

But he was a gentleman. He knew that a drunken state was far from ideal to be making an offer, and there would be a perfect moment to ask her for her hand, to come to London and live with him. He would have to wait for that exact moment.

He just simply stared at Sophie Beckett, who seemed to be drifting off, her ample chest softly rising and falling.

Maybe he should just kiss her.

Benedict Bridgeton realized that he was also quite drunk as hell.

He staggered as he stood up to take a pitcher of glass, hoping that it would sober him up and water would drain the immense lust that seemed to be creeping up on him.

“Ms.Beckett, I advise you to be more careful with your drinks on future occasions.”

“…Mr. Bridgerton, you were the one who offered me these refreshments!” She mumbled, barely cracking an eye open.

“Well yes, I did, but…”

“You are quite a hypocrite.”

Benedict chuckled at the direct insult.

“The world is a dangerous place, Ms. Beckett. Typically a man would take advantage of you in such a secluded space as this…”

“Men are beasts,” She hummed,

“And men are beasts,” He sighed, searching for another glass to hand over to Ms. Beckett. She would have a terrible hangover, he thought, remembering the first one he had when his schoolmates smuggled a bottle of wine into the dormitory. He would tell her about it tomorrow morning, perhaps over a nice strong cup of tea….

“But you would never hurt me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Up until that moment, Benedict thought that he knew Sophie Beckett. He knew what ticked her, what made her laugh, what she wanted from him. He knew how she lied about almost everything of her past, how damaged she was, but how she firmly kept it inside. He knew how fragile, yet strong she was, how kind and caring she was. When he looked at her, he thought he knew everything.

“I know that you would never hurt me.”

But Sophie, simply looking up at him with her evergreen eyes, he saw an overwhelming amount of innocence, faith, and confidence towards him; a passionate gaze he couldn’t help but avert.

Benedict Bridgerton could read Sophie Beckett like the back of his hand.

Yet, she was a labyrinth he could never decipher.

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Carrying her up from the kitchen to the guest bedroom did not take that much effort. Her figure was so petite that she fit easily in arms, and he noticed that she was morbidly light, to the degree it concerned him. She must be skin and bones, he thought, was she not fed enough at the Cavenders? Although her face was still flushed, he winced at the coldness of her hands and feet as he tucked her in bed, putting extra blankets on the covers.

Benedict smiled at the little stuffed dog that sat on the dresser, not imagining that a practical maid like Sophie would keep such childlike trinkets. It was, rather dirty and worn out as if it had been kept for years, but he could see that it was made with intricacy. Made with fine velvet and beautiful beads for the eye, it was something his sisters would have, not something a housekeeper or a gardener could give to a poor child. Perhaps, it was the generous family that had given it to her.

Quite generous indeed.

He should get her a dog, he thought. Perhaps a Pomeranian or spaniels. But he was sure that she would love an English terrier. Benedict’s mind wondered happily as he imagined life as Sophie’s patron, promenading in the London streets with a puppy on the side. Oh things he could give her, the things he could teach her…

“Are you going to leave me, my lord?”

Benedict almost jerked at her address. No one had addressed him that way, except for a few women who had teased him for that lack of a title despite his wealth and prospects. Mostly in bed. He certainly did not expect it from one Sophie Beckett. Especially when he was fantasizing about Sophie as his mistress.

But Sophie’s tone held no teasing nor sultriness. It was almost childlike but hesitant and timid.

“Are you going to leave me again, my lord?”

Benedict noticed the quiver in her voice. It was the same tone Eloise used when he left school for Eaton, furious that she couldn’t leave with him, and would throw a tantrum every time holidays came to a close.

Are you going to leave me, Benedict? Again?

But while Eloise’s words were fumed with anger and frustration, there was a desperation in Sophie’s voice, a fear for loss, a fear for…abandonment. Almost as if she were begging him not to leave her.

What did she mean by My lord? Was it her former lover? A deceased partner? A former master? Thoughts wandered through his mind like a hurricane, but Benedict couldn’t help himself but go down on his knees and take her hand into his, softly caressing them as he had done every time with Eloise.

I’ll be back before you know it, Benedict had said gently as Eloise sobbed against his shoulders. You wouldn’t even notice that I was gone.!

With his knees on the bedside floor, Benedict finally saw that she was sobbing in her sleep, her endless tears gleaming in the candlelight.

“Please don’t leave me again,”

“I would never leave you, Sophia,” Benedict whispered, softly wiping off her tears.

“How could I ever leave you all alone?”

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Sophie woke up with the most terrible headache that she had ever had. It was as if humongous drums were banging in her head, and her body had never felt so heavy, so nauseous. Her throat was dying of thirst, but as she rolled over the covers, she was pleasantly surprised when she found a glass of water on the bedside table.

Ever so thoughtful, Sophie smiled softly. As she took a sip from the glass, she looked through the window, admiring the beautiful gardens that surrounded my cottage. Birds chirping in the distance, flowers blooming ever so radiantly, sunlight softly shining across her bedcovers….

Sunlight. Sunlight. ….sunlight?

Sheer panic was the only thing Sophie could feel for the next few seconds. With so much haste Sophie fumbled across the room, splashing water across her face, and rinsed her teeth to make herself, at least, presentable to Mr. Bridgerton. It had been years since she had overslept, and one time she did so, Armintia had torn her into pieces, punishing her with the terrible belt. Her fathers’s chocolate-colored belt from France. She could still remember the pain that struck her, the metal fittings that gouged her skin, staining the floor with sweat and blood.

Such a stupid, stupid girl, she cursed herself as she ran down the stairs. She could hear Armintia screeching in her head; you incolent girl, why do I even keep you here?! You foolish, lazy, girl. Good for nothing, son of a bitch…a child of a whore…Basturd, Basturd, Basturd….

“Oh, good morning Ms. Beckett.”

Benedict Bridgerton greeted her with a cheerful smile.

“You must feel terrible this morning. Aren’t you hungover, Ms. Beckett? I was hoping that you would wake up around noon so I could clear the mess…”

Benedict softly chuckled seeing Sophie look flabbergasted, her mouth hanging open in shock. He must have made a terrible mess, he was starting to regret even thinking that he could do it…

“You…you are not angry, Mr. Bridgerton?”

“Why would I ever be angry at you?”

“Because I overslept!” Sophie burst out, “I haven’t got your tea ready, or your breakfast, or your eggs, your bacon, your toast, and I haven’t got your sugar and milk and”

“Sophie, I want you to take a deep breath.”

Benedict’s voice was achingly soft and tender.

Sophie could finally see that there was no anger or annoyance or hatred in his eyes there was glee, almost as if he was going to break into a grin.

“I’ve never seen you with such messy hair,” he gave her a teasing crooked smile, and she felt her cheeks burn.

“I didn’t have time to tidy them up.”

“I’m surprised that you even woke up, Sophie.” Benedict gallantly replied, softly brushing a lock of hair off her face. The morning light shined on her like a halo, her blond curls almost glowing. “Considering the amount you drank, I thought you would sleep till noon,”

“…Was I that drunk?”

He was, standing rather close to her, she noticed.

“You were so irresistibly drunk,” Benedict grinned at her so dearly. “So adorably drunk.”

Benedict took a step forward, narrowing the distance between them. Perhaps this is the moment, he thought quietly to himself, he could lean in a bit more and…

Sophie took a step back.

“I hope I did not say anything to offend you, Mr.Bridgeton.”

“Offend me? Oh, no, no, no, no. Not at all, Ms. Beckett. Not at all. We had a lovely conversation didn’t we?” He frantically waved his arms around him. “I did enjoy our midnight chats, truly. Very engaging, very educational, very intriguing, very interesting, very agreeable. Wasn’t it Ms. Beckett?”

It was NOT the moment.

“…I’m afraid I don’t remember what we talked about, or what I said…” Sophie peered into his eyes guiltily, awkwardly fidgeting over the apron ribbons. “Or at least, after your glass of whiskey, I must have lost control and caused you so much trouble…”

“No, no. no no no no no. No. No trouble at all, Ms. Beckett.”

Sophie finally regained the emotional leeway to observe her surroundings, and she finally noticed that Benedict Bridgerton looked quite disheveled. No, he wasn’t disheveled. He was in a mess. His soft brown curls were disarrayed as if he ran his fingers through them too many times, flicked with sawdust and ashes. His white shirt was stained with…something, and his dark breeches were covered with flour and egg yolks.

And Sophie noticed that it was not just Benedict Bridgerton who was in the mess. The kitchen was an absolute fiasco. Flour, eggs, milk, wood, ashes, everything she saw on Benedict was scattered on the floor, every pot and pan were scattered every inch of the room, and he had taken out every bottle of seasoning from cupboards.

Even a Roman army couldn’t have caused such a catastrophe, Sophie found herself thinking.

“I was thinking that I could clean it up before you woke up.” Benedict’s voice was meek as mice.

“I knew you would wake up late, and you’ve been taking such wonderful care of me, so I wanted to show you my gratitude.”

“Oh.”

“So I thought I could make you breakfast.”

“Oh.”

“First I tried to make a loaf of bread,” he muttered, staring at the bags of flour that lay under the table. In heaps of flour that were sprinkled across the table, Sophie could see some kind of a lump he managed to make.

“Until I understood that bread was not made from just water and flour.”

“..Right,”

“Next, I tried to make an omelet. Initially, I thought, nothing hard, is it? Just mix them up and put them on the stove…”

Sophie saw at least a dozen eggs smashed miserably on the floor.

“And that didn’t end well, did it?”

“I see.”

“So I decided to reheat the delicious stew you made for us last night.”

Benedict gave a sheepish look at the window. The handle of the ax lay broken next to the stump, while the blade was stuck horizontally to the stump, not the chunk of wood lying next to it. At least he tried, Sophie thought.

“Until I realized I didn’t know how to put on the stove.”

Sophie didn’t know if she should kiss him on the lips or just strangle him to death. It was infuriating, almost maddening, considering the mess he had made (And how much food he had wasted); but there was something so endearing about the fact that he had attempted to do something for her.

Sophie broke out in a small grin, and Benedict felt a rush of relief. He was beginning to feel quite anxious, seeing that Sophie hardly reacted to what he was rambling on for the past few minutes. She looked…quite happy.

“So, I decided to rearrange the wonderful stew with what I could find. To refresh up the taste!”

“It is a wonderful idea, Mr. Bridgerton.”

His eyes lighted up like a candle.

“Isn’t it? Please, Ms. Beckett, go on and help yourself. I’ve already got it on a plate right here. You don’t mind cold stew, would you?”

“No, not at all.”

Sophie took her seat at the edge of the table, trying to ignore the flour and eggs scattered around the floor. The stew did look different from the night before; when she had made it, it was in a lovely shade of yellow, but now…it was rather grayish.

What on earth did he use? Sophie thought to herself as she took a sip.

“Any thoughts?”

“….It tastes remarkably marvelous, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are a terrible liar, Sophie?”

[neomenia-times]

💫~ Introduction;

Hello Hello there my dear spectators!, as I see you’ve found this blog, I assume you must be interested in what this has to offer- To keep it simple, I, Vega Anjum, decided to make this forum so future generations can look back and see how we were in the past, keeping memories in place and whatnot.

Some people have been offering to answer the questions that are submitted, but I’ll be adding more as people apply!, though by the contract they signed, they are legally forced to answer whatever you guys ask- I didn’t tell them yet though

SO!, These are the people who offered to answer the questions;

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🌘 ~ Mona M. Sweeny (She / Her)

✨ ~ Nogah Sterling (He / Him)

☀️ ~ Blythe O. Marwood (He / Him)

🦎 ~ Nereida Acheron (She / it)

🐝 ~ Beckett Lässig (They / Them)

🐻 ~ Heulog Manocchio (She / Her)

🌌 ~ Phoebe J. S. (She / They)

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🌱 ~ Fabrice Royer (He / Him)

💫 ~ Vega Anjum (She / Her) (Me!!)

🌈 ~ Arcus Halley (He /They)

🌊 ~ Yam Sagi A. (He / They / It)

🪐 ~ Allira E. J. (She / Her)

🎬 ~ Zinon S. Menodora (He / Him)

🍬 ~ Lyall Sophie W. (They / Them)

🍸 ~ Vivien Neil L. (He / Him)

🌸 ~ Lola Plaskett (She / Her)

🐟 ~ Ajax Kress (He / Him)

🎮 ~ Vangelis M. Sweeny (He / They)

🌒 ~ Cain Friloux (He / They)

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You can ask anything in here!, But do know that even if everyone in here is a Adult, keep it mild with the wild comments, so sfw people 🫵🏻

As everything here is to keep record of moments, most of the posts will have photos of the person attached to it!

Anyways, go ahead ask whatever you want people! >:)

[silverhallow]

Possible new AU…

I’d like peoples thoughts on it. I did a one shot in the AU called the Lady and the Artist… so just looking to maybe expand it and this is the start of it…

No idea what it’ll be called just looking for feedback…

The Ton was a branch of the British Government that completed missions that even MI5 didn’t go near, a branch of elite Secret Agents, Spies, people with normal every day jobs but when called upon, would carry out missions that were of the utmost importance, national and international security, saving diplomats, saving royals… things where the government couldn’t be seeing to get involved.

It was run by Agatha Danbury, she’d been known as the Countess when she had been active but now, as the head of the Ton, she was referred to as D or Lady D and she had various agents that were scattered across the country but her biggest and best were the Bridgerton family.

She’d worked with Violet and Edmund back in the day, she’d been on the mission with Edmund when it had gone horribly wrong, they’d fallen in a trap, Edmund had gotten shot and she’d not been able to save him but now she was able to protect Violet’s children.

Violet had retired after Edmund passed to look after their children but Anthony who had been 17 at the time had joined the cause and started training and one by one the Bridgerton’s had been integrated into the Ton.

Anthony took over his father’s old name as The Viscount. Benedict became the Artist, Colin was Joker, Daphne was the Duchess and worked with her husband Simon who was the Duke.

But for Agatha, her most prized Secret Agent was Lady Penwood, Sophie Gunningworth-Beckett, the former Lord Penwood’s daughter had turned out to be better than she’d ever anticipated.

Not only was she small and able to get into places and blend in, she was an incredible hacker. She seemed to have both of her parents skills, La Dame had been her mother, she’d joined as a French Liaison officer and was one of the best at blending in, her range of languages, her range of accents, her ability to be in and out of a place, to be neither seen nor heard, to blend in… but be memorable during an undercover event so that suspicion was never on her.

Agatha had always thought she should be called the Chameleon but when she’d seen her fight, in a dress that should have made it impossible and she understood.

Richard Gunningworth had met Esme Beckett that night. Richard was an accountant by trade, he saw logic, he saw ways through difficult situations and was one of the first world renowned hackers.

And when Agatha had met 16 year old Sophie at her mother and father’s funeral, she saw the possibilities with the young girl and she became the youngest person ever to be trained by the ton.

She’d been unbelievable and of Agatha’s best assets.

When Sophie wasn’t working for the ton she ran a cafe, she literally blended into society and to look at her, you’d not think she was a secret agent by night.

Sophie usually worked alone, she preferred it that way, she’d seen and heard about what having a partner could cost, the problems that could happen, so she preferred to work alone.

That was how she’d worked and she lived and that was all Sophie knew.

She’d known that her mother was La Dame, she knew her father was Lord Penwood, she knew her parents would disappear with moments notice, they would go together and she was left with Ann Gibbons but now at 16

Sophie's mother had been ambushed on a job, her father hadn’t been there, it was one of the few jobs that she’d done alone since they had Sophie. Her partner for the day, who had been on the take, had sold them out. Esme had been caught and taken hostage.

Richard had been wild, angry and hellbent on revenge, he’d kissed his daughter, told her he loved her and set off to find her mother, vowing to do whatever it took to bring her home.

Sophie hadn’t expected them both to come back in body bags.

Sophie hadn’t been allowed to see the bodies, they’d been mangled. It had been the Viscount and Viscountess who had been the ones to get in there and rescue the situation, and bring back Sophie’s parents.

Sophie had no idea at the time that it had been the Bridgerton’s that had rescued her parents; she learned that several years later.

Sophie loved her work though, she’d been wary about joining the ton but Agatha had shown her the work that they did, the work her parents had done over the years, the work the organisation had done.

She’d explained about how they worked with code names and they didn’t know who the others work outside of the organisation, they didn’t share their real names, they didn’t know who they were outside to avoid any issues like they’d had in the past.

[apinchofm]

Benedict Bridgerton and Sophie Beckett

Luke Thompson and Sophie Wilde

What is it to admire a woman? To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much so that all your defences crumble that you would willingly take on any pain, any burden for her

[bohemian-nights]

Your fav ship in Bridgerton?

That depends on if we are talking about the show or the books.

(Spoilers for Benedict’s book ahead).

If it’s the show it’s Charlotte and George. Their season raised the bar for me. Their love was everything and that’s in large part to do with the fact that we see that after the happily ever after, it stood the test of time. Despite all their struggles he’s still her George and she’s still his Charlotte♥️

Now, if we are talking about the books(I haven’t read all of them yet, but I’ve read a decent amount) then it’s Benedict and Sophie. If anyone hasn’t read the book it’s basically Cinderella with a dash of spice.

He keeps asking her to be his mistress, not even realizing she’s the woman he’s wanted all along.

An Offer From A Gentleman is hands down the most romantic book in the series(at least IMO). Nothing tops this:

I have high hopes for their season(it better be next up Miss Rhimes). It is not nor will it ever be a competition because each ship offers something different, but since Queen Charlotte has literally raised the bar, I need them to cast some on who has crazy chemistry(that’s the key) with Benedict’s actress.

Spoilers it should be Sophie Wilde(her name is literally Sophie🤷🏽‍♀️). She’s a fantastic actress(if you haven’t watched Tom Jones go watch it now) and look how cute she and Benedict would look together:

Or any of the other ladies I fancasted here would work well as Miss Sophie Beckett.

Yes we are recycling lists here. I have no shame.

Make it happen Shonda!

[ao3feed-kathony]

SWEET NOTHING hyacinth bridgerton

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57120235 by CERASE11A Priscilla Featherington was a wild soul and a free spirit. She didn't care what society thought of her and how she lived her life. She was happy, and had all that she could need in the world. Hyacinth Bridgerton was wickedly smart and spoke her mind. She was the baby of a family of eight, and utterly fascinated and enamored with Priscilla Featherington. Words: 428, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Hyacinth Bridgerton, Original Female Character(s), Lady Danbury, Gregory Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Philippa Featherington, Penelope Featherington, Francesca Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton Relationships: Hyacinth Bridgerton/Original Female Character(s), Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett/Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton/Phillip Crane, Francesca Bridgerton/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Romance, Historical Romance, Historical, historical fiction - Freeform, Regency, adult, Regency Romance, Friends to Lovers, adult fiction, Spicy, Funny, Humor, Adult Romance, Period romance read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57120235

[wheredidileavethatfire]

“Tonight I am transformed,” she whispered. “Tomorrow I shall disappear.”                                                    --- She was out there somewhere. He'd long since resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't likely to find her... ✨ Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman    

[thekatebridgerton]

Love your stories so much.... Can I have more of the Sophie taking Benedict's virginity and him wanting to marry her while Kate tries to hide her AU.... I can't get it out of my head... You have brilliant creativity.

You know I might actually write this and post it one day. I'm going to call it 'Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss' Kate, Sophie and Penelope's comedy of errors during one unfortunate house party

Whereas Kathani Sharma attempts to gaslight Viscount Bridgerton into beleiving that

1) No such girl named Sophie took his Brother's Virginity

2) Sophie Gunningworth doesn't exist, and that her suspicious maid Sophie Beckett, is not in fact the daughter of an Earl wearing a maid's clothes

3) that Kate has not kissed him repeatedly in the library to keep him from asking more questions about Sophie. Because really to imagine someone like Kate pushing him against a bookcase and kissing him like Sophie's life depends on it? honesty that sounds like a crazy story, Viscount Bridgerton must have been quite in his cups

4) that Kate did not show him her decolletage to distract him from seeing Sophie hiding in her room and that the subsequent hickeys of that encounter are simply allegic reactions to Kate's cosmetics. Because if Viscount Bridgerton had in fact seen Kate's breasts and done unspeakable things to her, then that would be scandalous and wrong and he obviously imagined it and she can't believe he would go so far as to fantasize about something that never happened. Kate Sharma will not stay here to encourage the delusions of Viscount Bridgerton's senile old head. His imagination and delusions of kissing and seducing Kate in the library are too wild. really.

Sophie, will continue to gatekeep to death, avoiding Benedict's attempts at finding her, because she absolutely doesn't want to get married and he's out there carrying her glove and proclaiming she's his one true love. When Sophie just wanted to have a hot night with a handsome lover. No ammout of good intentions in bed are worth losing her inheritance to Araminta if she marries before she's a spinster. Also Sophie came out to have fun and now she's feeling so attacked. Was she really that good at taking his virginity that he's so obsessed now??? #VirginGate

And finally Penelope is encouraged (tricked and ambushed more likely) by Sophie and Kate into well.. girlbossing her way into becoming the center of attention of the ton... and making Colin Bridgerton explode in jealousy (did we mention he's back from Italy?) . Because apparently if Anthony and Benedict are trying to keep Colin from killing every man who looks at Penelope's plump kissable lips for too long. Then they will be too distracted to notice Kate sneaking Sophie back to her father in London with the nearest bribable carriage available. Yup! Penelope's job is to drive Colin crazy. Then of course said mad idiot will become a nuisance to his brothers in an attempt to deny his feelings for Penelope. And Sophie and Kate will be free to avoid the Viscount and the not-virgin for the rest of the house party

Their plans will not backfire. At all

You know maybe I will write it this weekend. Who knows.

[smooth-boob]

The Morning After Death

by fabalafae22

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50856436

Summary: An unmarried and bereft Anthony Bridgerton is right about his own mortality and dies suddenly at age thirty-eight just like his father. This time, Benedict is left to pick up the pieces.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Category: Gen Fandoms: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV)

Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton & Benedict Bridgerton, Anthony & Benedict & Colin & Daphne & Eloise & Francesca & Gregory & Hyacinth Bridgerton, Sophie Beckett/Benedict Bridgerton

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Sophie Beckett

Additional Tags: Grief, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Bittersweet, POV Benedict Bridgerton, Family Feels, Sibling Bonding, Dadthony, Parenthood, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, incorporates book canon, but for anyone following at home i did take creative liberties with the timeline

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50856436

@andthebubbles, I put it out in the wild! I hope you like it.