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denim-devil · 2 years

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Reflections // A.B

Anthony Bridgerton x Male reader

Request — Maybe a lil fic where he and reader are like best friends and they're at a ball after it's been announced Anthony's looking for a wife and reader can clearly see he's dying from how busy he is having to be dancing with everyone so he convinces him to sneak outside anywayyy whilst outside they have like a lil chat and readers like 'are you sure you even want this' and Anthony starts waffling about duty so reader asks again, because he didn't really answer, yada yada uhh they secretly have crushes on each other, can go either way in terms of fluff or angst tho like they want to be together but know that they can't ect shdjfbgn

Genre — Fluff/Slight Angst

Seasons…one after the other went by as quickly as the years had themselves, a new diamond, ready to face her maturity, at a chance of the life everyone dreamed of.

But you, you were always worried for these things. Anthony Bridgerton was your friend, Best friend, you couldn’t help but want the best of for him, the up-most respect to such a man of power and riches, of handsomeness and quick wit.

Knowledge reeked from the man, as much as the after-shave he so profoundly dusted himself with every morning before his outing’s. You couldn’t handle being near him for long period’s of time without catching yourself staring to long, listening to the rather…interesting statements he has to offer.

You were captivated by the eldest Bridgerton, but you’ve been smart about it, kept it to yourself, a secret of some-sorts, but you always questioned the thoughts, the feelings, was it really worth it? To sit and admire, to nor touch or act.

The clack of heels approached your room. Immediately you gathered yourself, wiping away the tears that had began welling at the base of your eyes, scurrying from the seat you had taken at the window, you breathe, composing yourself, preparing for the light knock at your door.

“Come in”

You hush, low and quiet, still overcome by such thoughts and emotions…you could never love in such a way as you did with the Viscount, even if it was just unrequited.

Your eyes fall upon your mother, her beautiful brown bejewelled hair resting perfectly atop of her hair, yellow ribbons to match the breath-taking gown she wore with pride, she looked well.

“Morning mother, may I ask, what is the meaning of such eagerness?” You could see it in the way she walked towards you, her smile beaming and her skin replenished. She swiftly handed you the leaflet, the light, brownish paper soft yet firm in your hands.

“The Bridgertons my dear, our sweet friends have invited us to their very own annual ball!” She explained, although it wasn’t much of a surprise, Anthony must of put a word in for you both.

You smiled weakly at the paper, fingers trailing over the fancy-styled writing neatly scattered across the page, big and bold, like the Viscount himself. You could be happy…but with the new season, the new diamond quickly approached, you couldn’t face Anthony ever with such jealousy.

“A very nice gesture, don’t you think Mama?” You question, turning to the clock seated above the door, the time struck mid-day, a few hours before you had to succumb to your doom, panic sat in the pit of your stomach, but you smiled, big and bright, enough to appease your mother.

She nodded before twisting on her heal.

“We don’t have much time now, gather what you can and I’m sure we can find something…beautiful, maybe it’s your lucky night, hmm?”

You nod, watching her leave, the door following her suit, closing behind her.

You sigh, could Anthony be up to such foolery…or were you destined to see your best-friend’s heart be won over by the diamond…

——————

Your eyes glued to the beautiful flowers that secured most of the entrance to the ballroom itself. Many windows scattered across the building allowing the golden hue of the fascinating lighting to practically glow from the outside.

The long path leading towards the door was daunting but you clutched at your jacket, pulling at it to distract you from the growing butterflies in your stomach.

The night was young, much like most of the guests who you followed inside, eager girls gathering with friends, gossiping about who they had set their very eyes on for the night.

You found events like this to be tedious in ways once couldn’t explain. In someways it did make your blood boil but you couldn’t pass up in the opportunity to see the Viscount, who you claimed as a close friend.

Even so that had you questioning why you held Anthony to such…standards when he had a reputation to keep up with, connections he squawked with in the early hours of the afternoon.

You really had no interest to find yourself someone when your desire belonged else where. Almost immediately you escaped your mother’s side, sneaking off into one of the more discreet corners of the lively room.

You watched the ballroom scene unfold before you, the light chattering, the playful teasing and touches, the drinks still mostly full, the swaying of fabric and the clattering of heels, it had you yearning for the end already.

You watch the doors to the beautiful build open, following with four members of the honourable Bridgerton family, including Lady Violet, and of course The Viscount himself, Anthony.

Your eyes settle upon the single Bridgerton. You feel lost for a second, watching as they make themselves be known. The light chattering could be heard from where you were stood.

“It truly is a sparse crop”

Anthony’s uncertainty faded once his eyes settled upon your own, his lips folded into a more serious look then he would usually have plastered upon his face.

“Oh, I’m sure there is someone here who will charm you!” His mother claims but she failed to realise the looks you both shared, the dismay both of you felt at this present moment.

You flashed him a weak smile, something you would usually do when you were feeling uncomfortable. Anthony had the sense to walk over and cradle you in his arms, to check on you and see if you were feeling just fine…but he couldn’t.

“After all this is the season, the Viscount tends to find a wife!”

Silence fell over the room, much like calm before the storm. You watched Anthony’s expression change almost immediately, his eyebrows crumpling and eyes widening as the women veered there heads.

“You honestly just did that?” He claimed, she only chuckled before allowing her son to be swallowed up by the crowd of eager women. Each lady pushed her hand forward asking for a dance, each chanting his name as a man would to his dog.

You chuckled lightly to cover up the feeling of sadness that clung to your chest, so you left, Anthony watching the back of you as you swiftly exited the busy room.

You always found Anthony would come running after you this way, he usually did, why would today be any different? The Viscount buried his love for you, swallowing each time his feelings came to the tip of his tongue.

Somehow, the charming elder Bridgerton managed to escape the ensemble of women, and slip outside for a breather. Adrenaline ran through his veins, after knowing of your presence the Viscount was a noticeable mess, sweat beading at his brow.

The yearning he felt for you was indescribable, it hurt with every inch of his being not to hold you close and call you his, but to use you and spill every desire he has had about you.

Your eyes settle upon the deranged Bridgerton, his worried look disappearing almost completely once he looked your way.

“Are you quite alright my Lord?”

He nods, but makes his way over to your side, sitting down next to you on the bench placed outside. The silence fell over the both of you until you decided to break the air.

“A-Are you sure you want this?”

The question at first threw Anthony off guard, so much so he glared at you with his hazel orbs, looking for the answer he so desired to all of his questions.

Deep down Anthony understood that he could never have you nor could he ever lay a hand on you, it wasn’t right, loving another man. But he couldn’t help it.

His lips quivered, his chest tight with every single emotion he could feel. His eyes travelled across your body, from your own downwards towards your pretty set of lips.

“I am v-very sure I want this, It’s a Viscount’s job- no it’s the way of a Viscount’s life- I possibly couldn’t live my life the way I-“

You cut him off with an unwanted sigh. He didn’t understand. The risk of you both falling even deeper into these…feelings had no pressure over your own head, but it was clear as day Anthony was struggling to accept all of how he felt.

“Don’t you understand? I thought to myself, of all people my “best friend” would understand my struggles as Lord and Viscount to the Bridgerton family-“

You scoffed, shaking your head once again at slightly older male. He questioned his words every time they emptied from his mouth, but your reaction’s were like a thin but sharp dagger, cutting him deep.

“No…I don’t think I do…please elaborate! You can’t keep doing this-“

He huffed, his tongue rolling back to confine his confession of love which he held over his head each day, but you were right, he couldn’t live his life a lie…but he also couldn’t…he just couldn’t.

“Please…”

His much larger hands wrapped themselves around your own, holding them softly but within a tight grip, enough to secure them in place for awhile.

“I-I…I do love you…you must understand that I-“

Anthony’s words physically trapped themselves, practically drowning him. Doubt travelled through his body like adrenaline. You were like a drug that he couldn’t quite stop himself from wanting…from taking.

You slightly squeeze his hands showing a sign of comfort. You could understand the burden of these feelings and how it affected your every day life…but you couldn’t live your life a lie.

“A-Anthony…”

You words were a mere whisper to the Lord, which happen to pass over his head as he drew a near, hot breathe fanning against your now heated cheeks.

His lips were parted, brown hazel’s searching for the “yes”. It felt like an eternity before his soft lips clashed with your own softly, his hands moving from you own to around your waist.

Time slowed, as if it was a sacred item nobody could afford, Anthony’s tongue slipping into your mouth, battling with your own.

You inhale sharply when a hands of his travels down your side, grasping at your hip, you return the favour by sliding your own hand down until it’s resting on the small of his back, pulling a tiny moan out of him.

Anthony’s had you yearning and craving more like a shot right into your veins, but neither of you were ready for what would happen if you didn’t put the brakes on right this second.

You pulled back, eyes lingering over how distressed face. His cheeks a light dusting of red, his collar slightly crinkled and messy from the close contact. You were truly stunned, enough so to not have the ability to form words.

His breathing turned to pants, the clear stirring inside of his under-garments was obvious, the small mount sat perfectly between his legs, shifting the focus slightly. You watch the Viscount slowly but surely turn to you once again.

“I’m not sure what came over me-“

You pecked him on the lips before standing up, ushering yourself to scurry away from the scene leaving a distraught and giddy Viscount.

Anthony understood the level of risk he was not only placing on himself, and his family but his reputation to, but if anything it pushed him more towards you, the only person he desired to spend the rest of his life with…

The Viscount, Lord Bridgerton was in love…hopelessly in love.

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