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onlybeeewrites · 1 year

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The Violinist

Pairing: x reader

Requested: no

Warnings: none, maybe light sexism

Part 2

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You had not come from a very prominent family. Not near as well known as any of the families of the Ton. Neither were you on the lesser side of money. Your family had more than enough to be comfortable, yet nowhere near the money that was flaunted by the upper class.

No. Instead you reside in a family of musicians. You, surrounded by your three brothers and your father, all enjoy the thrill of performing. They were hesitant to allow you to join them in their endeavors, but with much reassurance they allowed you to join them. The promise was kept as long as you remained in the back, hidden from others while your music echoed through the rooms. They didn’t entirely agree with you playing. A young woman of twenty and three focusing on music instead of finding a husband. But you loved what you did and that’s all that you cared about.

Your well-known family was one of the bands that would preform at the balls through the ton. Set up to one side of the room long before guests we’re ever to arrive, giving yourselves plenty of time to set up and prepare your instruments. You had played the violin. Rather beautifully in fact. Your brothers and Father played the rest of the instruments, some other violins, a cello, and the viola. Together, you all make the most beautiful music.

You had been almost blessed with such a talent from a young age, taking on the violin at about eight and catching on quickly. you were able to hear music and replicate it almost instantly and it was incredible. You absolutely loved it. Your parents had called you a prodigy of the instrument, your elder brothers amazed at how quickly you were able to pick such things up.

This ball was no different. It was about mid season, and the young ladies and gentlemen of the ton were in full sing of the social season of finding the right partner to court. This evening your family had the pleasure of preforming in Aubrey Hall, home to the Bridgerton family themselves. You had heard all sorts of stories about the family both from the whispers of the ball rooms to the scandalous readings of Lady Whistledown. From the rakes that were the eldest boys, to the Diamond that was Daphne, or the bookworm that was Elouise who had seemed to despise these lavish parties more and more with each year.

These people had intrigued you. You have seen people of all sorts within these parties, but those Bridgertons were the most interesting to you. For a family so wealthy, so well-known, they were so kind. It was not like the Culpers where they would stick up their nose at the nearest person who was beneath them. No, they were strangely kind. Though it all made your job much easier.

It never took too long for you and your family to set up and tune your instruments. The servants and such were all rushing around, getting some final arrangements done before all the guests were to arrive.

You, yourself we’re just finishing up your tubing when a younger female voice spoke up behind you, pulling you from your concentration.

“I remember you playing from a few other balls. Are you usually tucked in the back playing?” The voice spoke, causing you to turn to face one of the middle children of the Bridgerton family. Elouise Bridgerton.

You raised an eyebrow before you lowered your head in a greeting. “Miss Bridgerton,” you started before nodding at her words. “I do. I am Y/N Lyndon. I play often at these balls through the social season with my brothers and my father. Though my only place is in the back but I do not mind,” you say, and this leads even more curiosity from the Bridgerton girl.

“Hm. So you’re hidden in the back just playing. Listening to the room. Perfect for….gossip. Is it not?” Elouise then asked, which caused a confused look to come across your face before you had realized what she was insinuating. This laugh caused Elouise to narrow her eyes, “why are you laughing?” She questioned, “it’s because it is true. Isn’t it?”

You shake your head, recollecting yourself before speaking. “Forgive me, miss. Uh no, it is not true. I do not have the luxury of having so much time to write such gossip in the papers as Lady Whistldown does. I spend my time preforming and practicing and I do not have much time to write such things. Though it was a rather clear idea. A preformed hidden in the back? A rather good suspect,” you say before continuing, “though if I do hear anything of Whsitledown I’ll ensure that you are first to know,” you then reassure the young girl.

Eloise huffed softly as she could have sworn that she was close. But she was relieved that you would be able to help though.

Before she could speak, the eldest of the Bridgertons came up and placed his hands on Elouise’s shoulders, “excuse my sister, miss. She often speaks out of turn. Excuse us,” he said and before Elouise could utter another word he pulled his sister away.

You looked to them a bit in confusion, but assumed he either didn’t want Elouise to distract her before her performances, or maybe the Viscount didn’t want his sister interacting with a worker. Either way she didn’t mind. She lowered her head as Anthony came and went, turning and getting settled in her spot just beside her brother.

“You need to stop bothering people with that Lady Whistledown nonsense,” Anthony said as they approached Benedict and Colin as well. The two were already a few glasses of champagne down.

The two shared a look with each other before glancing to the other two siblings, “who are you bothering now with your hunt for Lady Whistledown?” Colin asked in an exaggerated sigh.

Elouise rolled her eyes, “I am not bothering. Just inquiring. And it was Miss Lyndon. The violinist,” she said, subtly gesturing to you who had just started to warm up amongst your brothers.

This seemed to catch the attention of the brothers as they took in your form. Hair done up simply but elegantly and a dress proper enough for a ball. Though it wasn’t anything extremely elegant or very outlandish. It was simple, but it was intriguing. A rather beautiful young lady playing an instrument instead of dancing.

“Intriguing…” Benedict hummed, obviously intrigued by a fellow artist. He was always drawn to such people with such creativeness. Then again, Colin was as well.

The brothers made a note to keep an eye on this certain violinist, hopefully they would see her preforming once more.

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paleyouthcrusade · 2 years

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Shame, Shame, Shame

Bridgertons x Bridgerton!reader

Word Count : 1824 words

Summary : When the reader snaps at her family, she can’t help the guilt that comes over her.

Warnings : uhh pretty angsty I guess , though I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Part 2

It was a nice evening, the rest of the Bridgertons had thought. An evening nice enough to warrant dinner in the gardens rather than indoors. The whole incident involving Colin and Marina Thomson had just about blown over and Colin was set out to travel the world only the next day. It only made sense that the whole family were together for the day.

This, however, was not something that you wanted. In fact, you would much rather prefer the opposite. Unlike your twin sister, Eloise, you had made the decision to begin your debut with Daphne. A stupid, stupid decision.

Unlike your perfect older sister, you were not a diamond of the first water. You were not even a pretty gem. One might compare you more to a nice rock you found on the beach.

You were quiet, but not in the way the men wanted. You failed to laugh at their jokes, not understanding why you should when they were not funny. You didn’t ask about their travels, finding a man talking about things you could never do far from interesting.

You tried to socialise with them as your mama had told you. But your voice seemed to always fail you whenever they insulted your embroidery work, or asked why you didn’t practice the piano forte.

So no, you didn’t want to spend the day revelling in the sunshine with your family. All you wanted to do was lay in your self pity and anger whilst you gazed dramatically out of the window.

There had been one Lord who had caught your eye. Lord Isaac Oddington. Everyone had thought that Isaac was your love match, including your family. At some point, you had been brainwashed to think it too.

He was a simple man. Enjoyed the normal things like hunting and horse racing. Though, there were times that he was rude, bringing you to the state of tears with just his sharp tongue.

Your younger siblings loved him. He often complimented Francesca’s pianoforte, played marbles with hyacinth, and told Gregory all he knew about bugs and rodents (your brother’s current interest).

Eloise was indifferent. You very much doubted that your sister even knew someone had courted you due to her recent obsession with the Lady Whistledown.

Your older siblings respected him. He was of high class and a respectable family, being the second eldest son to a viscount. He had no past of gambling, and was known across the ton for being charming and kind.

Not that you ever personally experienced that side to him.

It had come as a shock to all when Lord Oddington had proposed. But not to you (because that would be ridiculous). Instead he had proposed to a lovely Lady that you never had never learned the name of but you knew from the whispers of your siblings that she was very well liked across London.

You had done well to hide your heartbreak. Or perhaps there was no heartbreak in the first place.

You quickly made a joke of yourself to your family, making comments at your expense at any point you could to convince them you were fine. You had even gone up to the engaged couple and wished them a happy marriage without even a sliver of sadness present.

Your family had no time to dwell on what had happened before Lady Whistledown had exposed Marina’s pregnancy to the ton and everyone’s focus was on Colin.

You have never been an angry person. The angriest you had ever gotten is when you had heard a boy whisper nasty things about Eloise to his friends so you had gone and pushed him into the lake. But that had been years ago, and since then your anger had been scarce.

Lately it was all you ever felt.

But you shouldn’t have been angry at them. Your family.

It was you who told them you were alright. It was you who got angry if they tried to console you, insisting you were fine. It was you who did everything in your power to play off what had happened.

But all of a sudden you spent more and more time in the garden, the library, or even your own room. Hanging around the rest of your family felt more like a chore.

The cherry on top was hearing how everyone spoke of Daphne’s love match. And every time, without fail, this would be followed by a mention of next year's season with Eloise’s debut and your so-called ‘second trial’.

“Now you have experienced it, next season will come along smoothly and you will be married. I’m sure of it.” Your older sister smiled.

“And you shall be there to guide Eloise, of course,” Your mother added, earning an eye roll from your twin.

“I’m sure Eloise will manage fine without me coddling her,” you stated, reaching for the salad bowl.

“I believe Eloise will have better luck without you by her side,” Colin quipped cheekily.

You didn’t falter your movement, but you did feel that familiar drop in your stomach.

“Better than you,” you snarked back, perhaps a bit too harshly if the sight of his smile dropping was anything to go by.

Marina was still very much a sore subject.

“Perhaps then I should consider y/n my lucky charm,” Eloise intercepted.

“That’s enough,” Your mama stated before the conversation could get out of hand “what happened to your sister was unfortunate, but it did not reflect on her. The issue relies completely on Lord Oddington.”

“Proposing to a Lady whilst courting another is a sign of a dishonourable man,” Anthony added.

“Not that I blame him,” Benedict brought back the joking atmosphere. “Our dear sister must’ve stepped on his toes a few too many times.”

“Or perhaps he made his decision after meeting you. After all, if I saw that you were to be my brother in law I would also run the other way.” you internally winced as your words came out more sincere than you intended.

But Benedict only gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his heart.

“Are we talking about Lord Oddington?” Hyacinth suddenly bumped in, seemingly finding that throwing peas on Gregory was no longer interesting. “Oh I did like him a lot, he was so very kind.”

“You are easily won over sister,” you grumbled, tossing over a salad leaf. It landed in her hair.

“Why didn’t he propose?” She continued as if you didn’t say anything.

“Because he learned how bothersome and nosy you are,” you hissed, causing her to frown.

“Y/n,” Your mother warned and you huffed, only rolling your eyes.

“I think he did y/n a favour,” Eloise spoke up “there can’t have been a better outcome.”

And though you knew what she said was in your defence, you couldn’t help the spike of anger that rose in you.

“I could think of a number of ways it could have gotten better,” Your voice was calm, though your anger betrayed your body as you stabbed a cucumber with your fork a bit too aggressively.

“It could have been a lot smoother,” Daphne agreed, her shoulder slightly nudging yours in recognition “But we managed to get through it, did we not?”

“I’ll be sure to keep a closer eye on you next year, to be sure that any suitors do not turn out like Lord Oddington,” Anthony smiled in what you guessed was meant to be reassurance, but it only aided to fuel the fire.

“Oh please, I beg of you. Do anything but that,” You groaned “Or should I remind you all of Lord Berbrook?”

The table fell into a tense silence, and your gut twisted at the sudden attention.

“That was a mistake on my part, I will admit.” Your oldest spoke slowly, staring straight into your eyes to show the truth in his words “But it shan’t happen again.”

You only scoffed, putting down your fork.

“That is easy for you to say, but I will have no say in the matter if it does.”

“Y/n you should also remember that I got out of it,” Daphne gently put her hand over yours.

“Yes because you’re Daphne,” You pitched your voice higher in a mocking tone “Diamond of the first water.”

She recoiled

“Y/n-” Your mama gasped.

“If Lord Berbrook had tried to marry me, all would tell me to be grateful I had a proposal at all,” Your voice rose. You had to hide your hands as they clenched around nothing, no doubt leaving crescent moon indents on your palms.

“That is not true y/n!” Your mama argued back.

“Do not lie to me mama. I may be young but I am not dim witted.”

You willed yourself to be quiet. Keep your voice down. Shut up. But it seemed now that once you started, it was almost impossible to stop.

“And next year it shall be the same,” you continued “with all eyes on Eloise, and perhaps one or two glances at me.”

“I’d much rather it be the other way around.” Your twin laughed awkwardly, trying to ease out the conversation.

“Well, not all of us get what we want Eloise.”

The silence that surrounded you was almost deafening.

“Then all of a sudden I shall find myself a spinster,” you continued on, your fork brutally ripping about the salad in front of you.

“Do not say such things y/n!” your sister cried.

“Tell me, sister, what job should I take up in the future? A governess? Or a maid?”

You knew what you were saying was unfair. There wasn’t even anything wrong with being a governess, or a maid, or any other job a lady has to get by. But you were so violently and suddenly upset that you wanted to spit out every hurtful word you could.

“You are a beautiful and talented lady, Y/n, I guarantee you will find someone,” your mother insisted.

“Lord Oddington clearly didn’t think so.”

“So this is about Isaac Oddington then?” Benedict spoke up. Your poor brother just wanting to know what has you so heated.

“I do not care!” The loudness of your voice surprised you, and everyone around you. The sight of your youngest siblings flinching forcing you to lower it. “about Lord Oddington.”

You paused, trying to get a second of peace in the silence. It only served to enhance your guilt and shame.

“I do not care,” You repeated. “I disliked the man, hated him in fact, from our first conversation.”

“I had thought that you loved him,” Your mother spoke barely above a whisper.

“No.” You spat, shaking your head to help force the tears from your eyes “It was you. It was all of you who loved him.”

None of your siblings knew what to say.

“And if he proposed I would not have been able to say no. Because of you.”

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Could you do a request for daphne and Simon, a toddler (daughter) reader. Where reader is very grumpy and isn’t wanting to listen to her parents but one day their going out to a ball and reader throws a fit cause she doesn’t want them to leave and Colin steps in and reader breaks all their heart cause she just wants her parents

Warnings- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 337

Summary- The reader has been acting out and Daphne and Simon have no idea why. Colin comes to babysit you and you have the worst tantrum yet and it breaks all their hearts.

Truth Comes Out

“Please sweetie just tell me why you keep misbehaving. We can fix this.” Mama tries to assure me.

“Daphne she has been like this for weeks you are not going to change it in one night. Let’s get ready for the ball tonight have a good time and figure this out in the morning.” Dad reassures Mama.

Mama leans down to me and smiles “You will be good for Uncle Colin won’t you?”

“No” I huff out.

My no is followed by a knock at the door and Mama leaves the room to answer it.

“If you do not behave for Colin tonight Y/N you will not get a bedtime story,” Dad warned.

I was about to cry when Uncle Colin walked in “Hey there! How is my favorite niece?”

“NOT GOOD! MAMA AND DAD DO NOT CARE ABOUT ME!” I shout and bury my head in Colin’s shirt.

Dad and Mama gasp at my sentence and Colin responds “I am sure that is not true.”

“It is true they are always gone and leave me with the maid! They do not care!” I whine out.

“That does not mean we don’t care Y/N! Dad and I just thought you would not have fun at these boring grown-up parties.” Mama said very sadly then smiles, “Actually, your Aunt Eloise hated these parties and would do anything to avoid them Grandma forced her to go to all the balls it was quite a funny affair.”

I laugh at the thought of Aunt Eloise fighting Grandma then mumble “Well you don’t have to take me to every ball but some would be fine.”

Mama smiles, “Then we have a deal we will definitely take you to the next ball with us and many after.”

I smile widely, “Sounds great Mama! Have fun tonight! Now Colin and I have to play hide and seek.”

I run off but I hear dad say have fun and leave with Mama. I can’t wait for when I get to go to a ball.

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in-my-feels-probably · 11 months

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if you have any requests for the following characters, please send them in :)

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these are the characters i’m currently accepting requests for! if there’s a character not listed here, send an ask, and i’ll let you know if i can write for them. if there’s a character listed on my masterlist that’s not listed below, i can probably write for them again too, just send me an ask about it.

if you have any ideas, feel free to send them :)

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

aemond targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

aegon targaryen

alicent hightower

GAME OF THRONES

jon snow

robb stark

daenerys targaryen

sansa stark

BRIDGERTON

benedict bridgerton

anthony bridgerton

daphne bridgerton

HARRY POTTER (MARAUDERS ERA)

sirius black

james potter

remus lupin

OUTER BANKS

jj maybank

sarah cameron

rafe cameron

HARRY POTTER (GOLDEN ERA)

hermione granger

harry potter

theodore nott

GRISHAVERSE

kaz brekker

nikolai lantsov

inej ghafa

nina zenik

genya safin

alina starkov

zoya nazyalensky

MARVEL/MCU

matt murdock

peter parker (andrew or tom)

bucky barnes

yelena belova

karen page

THE WALKING DEAD

rick grimes

alden

daryl dixon

THE BEAR

carmy berzatto

richie jerimovich

sydney adamu

THE HUNGER GAMES

peeta mellark

finnick odair

katniss everdeen

THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

lucy gray baird

coriolanus snow

THE BOYS

frenchie

black noir

billy butcher

GEN V

marie moreau

emma meyer

sam riordan

CHALLENGERS

art donaldson

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Common Knowledge

Pairing: Simon Basset x reader x Daphne Bridgerton

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: The staff at Clyvedon know to keep quiet about what they see

Smut!

Among the staff at Clyvedon, it was common knowledge: if you saw His Grace with his head beneath Her Grace’s lady’s maid’s skirts, you said nothing and walked away. Such was the instance now, when an upstairs maid entered the drawing room, intending to stoke the fire, found you pressed against the table, your skirts hiked over your waist, the Duke knelt at your feet. The maid’s eyes widened, but she remained silent, turning on her heel and leaving, returning downstairs to warn the other maids and staff to avoid the drawing room for a while.

“Simon, yes!” you moaned, tugging on his hair, urging his mouth closer to your cunt. It was impossible for him to get closer, as his tongue was inside you, thrusting shallowly, before withdrawing and licking at your clit. “Oh, yes, please! Do not stop, yes!” The Duke moaned against you, his cock throbbing within the confines of his trousers, continuing to lick and suck at your clit. He ran his hands up and down your bare legs–you wore no stockings at his and Daphne’s insistence–his stubble ticking the insides of your thighs.

“Come for me, lovely,” Simon said, looking up at you. Your eyes were closed with pleasure, but at his words, you opened them, seeing the love and lust he felt for you. When you came, it was with a shaky exhale, your head tipping back as your legs trembled. Simon rose to his feet, taking your hands in his, pulling you into his arms and kissing you deeply. “Simon,” you breathed, clutching his lapels, and the Duke smiled, kissing you again.

“I know, my love, I know. I hate to go, but I shall be home by dinner, I promise.” You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you,” you whispered. “As I love you. Give our Daphne my love, will you?” “Of course.” Simon departed to attend to the estates, leaving you a fair amount of time on your hands. You found Daphne in the library, perched on her favored armchair, the one with a stunning view of the grounds.

“Darling,” she greeted, shutting her book and beckoning you to her. You smiled, settling yourself in your other lover’s lap. “And how might you be this afternoon, Y/N?” “Well. Simon sends his love.” Daphne nodded, pressing a sweet, short kiss to your lips. You returned it with fervor, something in you needing her as close as possible. Your embrace soon grew heated and needy, with you tugging at Daphne’s bodice and her pulling the laces of your gown.

“Should we head upstairs?” you sighed, and Daphne shook her head. “I see no reason I should not attend to you right here.” The Duchess’ hand trailed up your leg beneath your skirts, finding you still aroused from her husband’s earlier actions. “My, what has you this excited, darling?” “You, Daph,” you said, kissing her again. “Please, touch me.” Your words were all she needed, pressing two fingers into your cunt. You moaned and arched into her touch, letting your head loll against her shoulder.

Daphne pleasured you for several minutes, keeping you on the very precipice of pleasure, before you hurriedly lifted her skirts, reaching between her legs to find her wet and wanting. The angle was slightly awkward with you still in her lap, but as the Duchess moaned against your lips, you found you didn’t care. “Y/N,” Daphne sighed, still fingering you, still rubbing your clit with her free hand. “Y/N, yes.”

Words were lost as you pleasured each other, moaning softly in the other’s ear. Finally, Daphne stiffened beneath you as she came, and only then did you let yourself topple over the edge too. Limp in her arms, you kissed her cheek softly, and the Duchess smiled, pulling you closer to her. When the same maid from earlier entered the library, she once more turned on her heel upon seeing her mistress with you in her lap, both looking quite disheveled indeed.

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girlkisser13 · 14 days

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bridgerton masterlist

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

colin bridgerton

daphne bridgerton

eloise bridgerton

penelope featherington

simon basset

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cassiefromhell · 8 months

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So I got into Bridgerton.

Like, got into it, have binged the first six episodes (i have so many predictions you guys!!)

But the important part: I want to be Daphne and Simon’s whore. Like, I’m cool with being a side piece.

So… Here’s a sneak peek snippet of a Daphne x Reader fic coming soon… it’s written in second person and I’m trying to be fancy with it (because it’s Bridgerton) so… enjoy!!!!

(no warnings)

“Ladylike”

Daphne x Reader

Part I, Act I

The Queen, mighty as she is, was disapproving of you.

Of you. Of *you.*

You never could have dreamt of this happening. You had prepared for this for weeks — hell, your whole life. Your entire responsibility as the only heir of a high-ranking household (female, much to your father’s dismay) was to marry rich. Manage a household. Be wed to a responsible and wealthy man who would help you manage the household that would go to your children one day, to keep alive your family name.

But now you stood there, stunned as the Queen frowned at you, assessing your clothing. “You are no diamond,” her voice boomed across the room, shaking your bones and demanding attention. “You are coal, at best. Your fingers are calloused — what is a girl like you doing with scratches and scars?”

You blinked, but knew that honesty was your best bet. You dipped your head, casting your gaze low, and replied with your steadiest tone. “Your royal highness, I often ride with my father, which leads to the callouses. And, well, your majesty, I help the servants with the gardens, and a particularly nasty rose bush marked up my arm last Sunday.”

“How unladylike.”

*Bitch.*

You did not speak that aloud. Instead, you waited. And waited.

“You are dismissed. Next,” the queen bellowed. Not even a flake of remorse could be scrounged up.

You stifled a sigh, turning on your heel and striding, with as much grace as you could muster, to the door.

“Daphne Bridgerton, presented by her mother, Violet Bridgerton,” the councilman called, gesturing as the monstrously large double ivory doors swung open.

And that, that is when you saw her.

A blur of pale, porcelain skin, unmarked and shiny looking. She seemed to glimmer and glow under the candlelit chandelier, rays of buttery sunlight striking her ginger hair.

You could not catch her eye color — no, for it would be wrong to even truly look in her direction. She was practically a goddess in name alone, and in body… you had no words.

She strode past you with not so much as a glimpse your way, but that was alright.

Because you had seen her.

And that was all you needed.

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lady-ashfade · 5 months

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Bridgerton requests back open

—£ For this years seasonal event I have opened back up a few fandoms.

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sunshine-daisies-library · 5 months

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𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗

anthony bridgerton

nothing yet!

daphne bridgerton

nothing yet!

benedict bridgerton

nothing yet!

colin bridgerton

nothing yet!

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infiniteimaginings · 2 months

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〔𝘋𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯〕

Started: February 18th, 2024 Updated: February 18th, 2024

All my writings for Daphne Bridgerton - Bridgerton

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hauntedfictionland · 19 days

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BRIDGERTON | Looks from season 3 trailer

“Even a wallflower can bloom.”

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ladysharmaa · 15 days

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Why don't you love me?

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Y/n and Anthony are in an arranged marriage. When she stops trying to make the relationship work and be the perfect wife, Anthony realizes what he's lost. Will he be able to get her back?

(gift is not mine)

It wasn't the marriage she wanted. And it wasn't what he wanted, because, in fact, he didn't even want to be married. And he didn't mind showing it. But for Y/n, she tried to make the best of their unfortunate situation.

It all started at the beginning of the season when Violet Bridgerton decided that her firstborn had been single for too long. So, she spoke to Y/n's parents, who were good friends of hers, and they both decided that a marriage between the two would be beneficial to both families. Anthony was going to have the support of someone who would take Violet's place as Viscountess and Lady Bridgerton. For Y/n's life, in this society, having a husband was essential and this marriage would allow social advancement.

Thus, Anthony and Y/n agreed with this decision. The preparation for the wedding was carried out quickly and this event was the biggest news for days. Lady Whistledown didn't help matters either by immediately releasing an advert showing her doubts about Anthony having a wife.

This only worsened Y/n's mood, who already feared being married to Viscount Bridgerton, as she was now doubting all the lovers Anthony could take to their bed. Would he not respect their marriage? Did she just want an heir and take care of the children? With these doubts, she said the "I do" in front of hundreds of people watching the ceremony, and allowed just one tear to fall.

From the beginning, Anthony made a point of making it clear that their marriage was purely a compromise, and that he would never truly love her. He was going to fulfill his role and try to have an heir and outside the house, they would act like a happy couple, but it wouldn't go beyond that. In silence, Y/n just offered him a nod, showing that she understood.

However, since then, nothing has happened between them. Anthony allowed her to have her own room, something Y/n was more than grateful for. Having to look at the face of her husband who would never love her every time she fell asleep would be too painful.

She was expecting that on some nights he would enter her room to try to get her with child. But none of that happened, which only confused Y/n more. Was he so disgusted by the idea of being married to her that he didn't even want to have pleasure with her?

So she tried to distract herself with tasks that could take some of the work off Anthony's shoulders and try to be the perfect wife. But Anthony still refused to spend more than five minutes alone with her. At breakfast, he was already at the office when Y/n woke up to go eat, at night he preferred to spend time with his brothers instead of returning home. He was making everyone's life difficult and Y/n was starting to get more and more sad. Would this be her routine until the end of her life? Trying to please a husband who didn't want her?

It was on a summer afternoon that Y/n, upon returning from a social gathering with Anthony's mother and sister, realized how hot the mansion was. She quickly remembered how Viscount's office, the few times she had been there, was directly in the sun which made it even hotter. So she decided to be brave and try to have at least a friendly relationship with her husband, so she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

With growing nerves, Y/n went to Anthony's office door and knocked on the wood. After hearing Anthony's voice, she opened the door, finding him plus Benedict, who had become good friends with Y/n.

"Oh, I apologize if I am interrupting." she said shyly, keeping to the doorway.

"You are." Anthony immediately agreed in a deep voice, not paying attention to her and turning his attention back to the papers.

At the same time, his brother hurried to assure Y/n, "You're not interrupting anything. You even saved me from Anthony's boring lecture here."

The woman smiled uncomfortably. "Right. I just came to bring you a cup of water. It's so warm outside. I wasn't aware you were here, Mr. Bridgerton, but I can go and also bring you some water."

"Thank you, Y/n, I would—"

However, he couldn't finish his sentence as Anthony hit the table, causing his wife to jump in fright and immediately take a step back. Her reaction made Anthony's expression show some regret, but he quickly hid it. A silence fell between the three.

"I'm fed up, Y/n! Can't you understand that men are trying to work?! Go back to your life of looking at flowers and walking around without having to do anything and leave!"

Y/n's mouth opened and closed several times, trying to understand what had just happened. Finally, she pursed her lips and her eyes turned cold. "I apologize, Lord Bridgerton. It won't happen again. If you'll excuse me."

When she left the room, Benedict looked at his brother in shock. "That was so harsh. The poor girl was trying to be nice and cared enough to bring you a glass of water. If you don't want it, I'll have it. I'm talking about the glass and her."

"Don't you dare." he muttered with a clenched jaw, glaring furiously at Benedict. Where did this anger come from just thinking about Y/n with another man? "Now, let's go back to discuss how you spent money on a bet."

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Y/n's behavior with Anthony changed completely. Everyone noticed that the Viscountess finally reached her limit, and stopped being the friendly wife, now looking coldly at her husband whenever they passed each other in the mansion. However, as a couple and heads of the family, they still had obligations to fulfill together.

Public appearances were more tense, but they still managed to keep a smile on their faces and talk to all the ladies who asked about their marriage and when they would have children, giving short answers so that nothing would end up in Lady Whistledown's hands. They also attended a horse race, even betting on different horses that would win. Y/n ended up winning the bet, and her smug look irritated Anthony for the rest of the day, something his brothers were quick to tease him about.

But despite not liking Anthony after his cruel words, which Y/n still thought about constantly, she adored his sisters and mother. They had accepted Y/n into the family, including her in their gatherings and even being a should to cry on. Daphne had already said more than once that she would have no problem going to Anthony and try to talk some sense into him, but Y/n refused. Anthony already didn't like her, if he thought she was turning his family against him he would hate her even more. And she didn't need to make her life worse than it already was.

One day, when she went with Anthony to the Bridgerton mansion to drop off some documents, Hyacinth, Anthony's younger sister, took her aside. Y/n followed the girl to the bathroom where she, with teary eyes and trembling lips, asked her if she was going to die when she started bleeding from her lady parts. Hyacinth also revealed to her that she wanted to go to her mother, but she had gone shopping with Francesca and was alone at home with just Collin. Y/n, very calmly and gently, assured her that it was a normal thing and that all women went through this, explaining what she should do.

It was no secret that Y/n was happy that Hyacinth trusted her with this scary situation and that she was able to help the girl. Despite all the problems in her marriage, she now had a role in helping Anthony's sisters and she never wanted to fail in that.

To Y/n's surprise, Hyacinth ended up giving her a big hug, remaining attached to her for the rest of the afternoon. Her period was making her so affectionate, more than she already was, that Y/n couldn't stop a big smile from appearing on her face at receiving so much affection.

Anthony, when he finally finished talking to Collin about the documents he brought, I was surprised to see his sister on the couch hugging Y/n. "Hyacinth, what are you doing?"

"Hugging my sister-in-law, brother. But you don't know what that is, do you?" she snapped. The girl's change in mood made Y/n have to put a hand over her mouth to keep Anthony from hearing the laughter that escaped her.

The shock on Anthony's face was comical. His little sister was basically choosing Y/n over him. And in truth, he didn't judge her because his wife was, without a doubt, better than him. And she deserved so much better.

On the other hand, his heart warmed when he saw the bond that the two had created. It was clear that Y/n felt great affection for his family. Could it be that if he had accepted this marriage from the beginning, they would now be a happy family? That they would spend afternoons together, cuddling on the couch and talking to his siblings? All these thoughts were racing through his mind, and the guilt was growing so much that he felt like he was going to vomit.

"Lord Bridgerton?" that sweet voice he had come to adore brought him out of his thoughts. He hated that since he snapped at her, she never called him by his first name again.

"What?" he asked, still disoriented.

Y/n was looking at him like he was stupid. "I asked if you were ready to leave. Hyacinth already went to her room to rest. I would like to do the same. So you must make haste."

Her bossy tone almost made his lips curl into a smile, but he controlled himself in time. "Of course, wife. We shall leave now. But I have to ask, what happened between you and my sister?"

"All you need to know is that she's fine and she's a woman now. But don't worry, as your wife, I'll handle these situations. Unless you prefer me to go look at the flowers, take a walk, and do nothing?"

The hint, which was delivered with great anger, caused the man to blush in shame and lower his head. Y/n didn't wait for his answer, taking her coat from a maid and walking to the carriage. He had screwed everything up.

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A few more days had passed and the situation between Y/n and Anthony had only gotten stranger. The day after the situation with Hyacinth, Y/n was coming down from her room to go get breakfast, as she always did, when she came across Anthony at the table, appearing to be waiting for her to eat.

Y/n stopped abruptly, looking at him in shock. "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for you so we can have breakfast. I have to go see my brothers again today to talk business, so I was thinking you could come with me and spend some time with my sisters. My mother She's also been saying how she hasn't seen you in a while. That is, only if you want to go. If not, I'll just go… Or I'll stay here to keep you company, whatever you want." he choked up, finishing his speech by drinking some milk, perhaps to calm his nerves.

Y/n remained in place without moving. She looked at Anthony strangely, as if doubting that those words had even come out of his mouth.

"It was silly of me to ask—"

"No," she interrupted him. "It's fine. I would actually like to go and spend time with your sisters. They are lovely. I shall go get ready then."

"Aren't you going to have breakfast with me first?"

"Lord Bridgerton, I've been eating breakfast alone since we got married and I came to live with you. I think you can handle doing the same for a day. Excuse me." she said with an exaggerated smile, turning her back on him and starting to go back to her room. However, she turned back to go get a cake that was on the table. "But I'm hungry so I will eat this in my chambers."

"Call me Anthony!" he exclaimed before she was completely gone. He had a desperate look, almost looking like he needed to hear his name come out of her lips.

"No."

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Like every year, the Queen decided to throw a ball to celebrate the Diamond of the Season. The most eligible maiden on the marriage market. Y/n still remembers the first ball she attended — Daphne was the diamond of the season, but Y/n also managed to dance with a few suitors. Of course, in the end, she didn't end up marrying any of them. However, the nerves she felt at that ball were equal to or less than what she felt today: her first ball married to Anthony.

The Viscount and Viscountess had entered together, her hand resting on his arm, followed by Violet and the rest of his siblings. Tonight they would have to be on the lookout for suitors who might want to dance with Francesca, the diamond of the season.

Anthony quietly appreciated his wife. She looked breathtaking in her dress, her hair neatly tied back that showed off her majestic earrings, given by Anthony on their wedding day. He was proud to have a wife like Y/n, and he regreted that he hadn't shown it since day one.

While the Bridgertons started to go their own way, interacting with other people and dancing, Y/n preferred to stay in the corner watching the couples dancing. She longed to experience that with Anthony, but not in a forced way like some were. No, she wanted it to be felt, for them to dance to the music and really appreciate that moment.

But instead of her husband approaching her, it was another man, Earl Cavendish. Y/n remembered some moments when she had already seen him, as he was looking to get married this season. As she approached her, with a confident air, Y/n lowered her head to compliment him, "Good afternoon, Earl Cavendish."

"Lady Bridgerton, a pleasure to meet you. I must say, you look flawless. Would you give me the pleasure of dancing with me?" he extended his hand.

Y/n's eyes widened, not knowing what to do. People had already started looking at them, whispering among themselves. However, she didn't have to respond to the invitation as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and bring her closer to him.

"Excuse me, Earl Cavendish, but I want to have the pleasure of dancing with my beautiful wife first." Anthony said with his jaw clenched, looking him up and down menacingly. "I'm sure you will be able to find other ladies to dance with tonight. Just not my wife."

The two men looked at each other for a few seconds, neither of them wanting to back down. Anthony grew more and more furious, her wrists clenching and bringing Y/n even closer to him, but careful not to hurt her.

"Very well. I shall leave. I hope to see you again someday, Lady Bridgerton."

"I will —" Anthony began by exclaiming in anger as the Earl walked towards another woman, not having liked the way he looked at what was his.

"You will do nothing." the Viscountess snapped coldly. "I can't understand you, you ignore me, you treat me badly, and then you act protective when another man shows interest in me? I never said anything about you having lovers, even though I didn't like that in our marriage."

"What? I've never disrespected our marriage like that, Y/n. In the past I've done a lot of things, but since we got married the only woman I'll look at and touch is you. I don't want anyone else."

"You have a funny way of showing it." she laughed sarcastically, feeling increasingly emotional. "I have to go get some air. You should go check on Francesca again."

Feeling the cold night air, Y/n's heart began to calm down. It was so difficult having to deal with Anthony's changes of attitude, she couldn't understand him. She just wanted to be loved, and since that wasn't possible, she preferred that they stay as far away from each other as possible since being friends didn't seem to be an option either.

"I'm sorry." the voice she had come to know so well whispered behind her. Y/n refused to turn around, leaning against the balcony and taking deep breaths to control her emotions. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I know that marrying me shouldn't have been your choice either, but I was scared. I was scared to have a wife, because that meant I had another person in my life that I could lose ."

She finally had the courage to turn around and look into Anthony's brown eyes. They held back tears and showed the sadness, regret and anger that Anthony felt.

"I'm so angry with myself for the way I treated you. You deserve so much better than this. And I'm sorry I couldn't give you that. The cruel words I said to you but didn't mean. I was scared to let you in. in my heart, so I tried to push you away. Believe that all I want is to have you in my arms. To love you. To start a family with you. Please, I promise I will do better. And every day I will try to reward you for what you do.

"Lord Bridgerton—"

"Please, call me Anthony. It pains me when you call me like that. Reminds me that I was… Am so close to losing the best thing of my life. I will kneel before you and beg for forgiveness if that's what you want." he murmured with a hand over his heart, beginning to kneel on the ground without hesitation.

"There is no need for that… Anthony." she enjoyed seeing the relief and happiness that spread across his face upon hearing his first name. "I just don't understand why you didn't love me? And now you want to try to make our marriage work?"

"That's the thing, I have always loved you. I love you. My whole body, my heart, feels love for you. That has never changed." he revealed desperately. "I was a coward and didn't know how to deal with my feelings. Because they are so strong that my heart feels like it's going to come out of my chest. Please, give me another chance."

"Hmm, I don't now." The look of disappointment was so marked on Anthony's face, almost looking like he was ready to burst into tears, that Y/n stopped his suffering and showed him an amused smile, making him understand that she was joking. "I think I want you to suffer a little more to get my forgiveness."

"I will do anything for you, Y/n. Ask me the world and I will give it to you."

"Such a romantic now, aren't you?" she whispered, admiring his features.

She didn't realize their faces were so close until she felt his nose trace the delicate skin of her cheek. A gasp escaped her mouth, and Anthony took the opportunity to connect their lips in an unforgettable kiss.

Anthony pulled away quicker than he wanted, but he needed to make sure this was really what his wife wanted. "I love you."

"Kiss me again, and maybe I will also tell you that."

And what his wife wanted, he did. The two remained on the balcony, enjoying the comfort the other gave them. They still had a long way to go, but they knew that from that moment on, their lives would change drastically for the better. They had each other.

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Could u write about Simon and daphne having a 3 year old and she’s a big daddy’s girl and when ever daphne and Simon go out alone she gets mad at her momma thinking her momma is taking her daddy away?

Warnings- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 404

Summary- Daphne and Simon drop you off at Bridgerton's main estate. You thought you were just visiting the family but turns out your parents were going to an event that night, causing you to get very mad.

Papa's Girl

"Mamaaaa are we almost there yet? I'm borrred!" I whine out kicking my feet.

"We will be there soon sweetie. Could you please calm down in the meantime?" Mama smiles.

"Give her a break she is just excited to see her family. Isn't that right Y/N?' Papa laughs as I nod eagerly.

"You two are thick as thieves can't I join in?" Mama says fake hurt then she starts attacking me with tickles.

I can't stop laughing and try to kick her away "HELP ME PAPA!"

He laughs "Stop you two you a shaking the whole carriage"

Mama and I laugh even more and she eventually stops. Luckily the tickle war made the trip go by much faster.

Once the carriage arrived at Grandma Violet's I quickly grabbed Papa's hand.

"Come on Papa let's go, tease Uncle Anthony!" I shout about to run into the house when papa stops me.

Papa bends down to my height and frowns "I'm sorry Y/N we aren't staying we have an event ."

"Awww but we just got here. Where are we going?"

"You are staying here, Mommy and I have plans to see the opera," Papa says sadly.

"This was mama's idea, wasn't it? She can't have you mine!" I shout and cling to Papa's leg.

Papa and Mama smile at this which just makes me madder. I hear the loud door to the house creak and I whip my head around. Grandma Violent peeked her head out to see what the commotion was about.

"You can't make me go in Grandma Violet! You can't take my papa! I shout.

Grandma Violet laughs loudly, "You were just like that Daphne when you were her age." Once the statement hit her a sad frown hits her face.

I quickly let go of Papa's leg " I am so sorry Grandma I did not mean to make you sad."

"You did not make me sad baby. You made me happy we don't talk about your grandpa a lot but I love thinking of our happy memories." Grandma smiles with tears in her eyes.

"Aw Mama", Mama says sadly hugging Grandma.

"Mama, I guess it is okay you take Papa for a little while. I want you to have many happy memories but bring him back to me fast because he is mine." I mumble out.

"Thank you, baby. We will be back soon." Mama hugs me tight before leaving.

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in-my-feels-probably · 10 months

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✨1.2K Followers Celebration✨

just hit 1200 followers, omg. thank you so much!

doing another followers celebration, of course!

please read everything carefully so i can get back to you quickly. the bolded sections are the most important. (this sounds so pretentious omg, but it’s just for my own piece of mind and to make everything clearer and easier)

also, a few things have changed for these celebrations. since i’ve gone over 1000 followers, i will be doing a celebration every few hundred followers, and doing a big one every half thousand. so after this one, i won’t be doing another one untii the big one for 1500, then another for 1700, then 2000, and the cycle will repeat from there.

because of the increased amount of submissions i get for these celebrations, i’ll be keeping the many options for fandoms, but i’ll be narrowing down the options to just two. for 1500, i will reopen all the options again since it’s a bigger one.

also because of the influx of submissions, i will be narrowing down the time i’ll be accepting asks. i’ll consider keeping them open longer next time, but i want to test a shorter window this time around. while i love writing these and i appreciate everyone participating, it takes me a while to do each one and i end up with a flooded inbox. i still accept and write requests at the same time, so i think this will make it easier to balance.

this celebration will be open for a few days. starting today, july 1st, ending on july 5th. please don't send anything in past night time on the 5th.

if you want to participate, keep reading :)

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the fandoms i can do this for are harry potter (marauders era or lightning era), game of thrones, house of the dragon, bridgerton (and queen charlotte), the vampire diaries/the originals, and the grishaverse (six of crows and shadow and bone, show or books).

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with your character, explanation, and anything you choose to share, i'll write a blurb for you with your character (either platonically or romantically, that’s up to you, please specify). the idea here is that instead of me shipping you, you instead give me the character you’d want to be shipped with (either in a best friend or romantic kind of way) and i'll write a blurb scenario thing for you and the character.

✨so to participate for this one, all you have to do is give me a character from a fandom and why you picked them, and any information about yourself you want to give me, and i’ll write you a blurb and tell you why i think your chosen character would like you.✨

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so same idea here with option one, except i'm choosing the character for you, and including why i think they’d like you (either romantically or as a friend) and then writing the blurb.

✨to participate in this one, just give me a fandom, any information you want to share about yourself, whether you want the ship to be platonic or romantic, any characters you want me to avoid, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can with a ship and a blurb!✨

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i really never imagined hitting over 1K followers on here, and look where we’re at now! it’s crazy how much love and support my work has gotten, there’s so many nice and cool people on here. it’s crazy seeing all the attention my posts get. i really enjoy writing for you, and it’s such a highlight to my day seeing all the nice things people say about my work.

i just wanted to say thank you again, im gaining followers so fast and i really appreciate all the love and support with my work. very much appreciate you all and anyone who has supported my work in any way, and i hope you participate and enjoy :)

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