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The Duchess (13)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: Conclusion

Word Count: 750

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As your harasser was still recovering on the floor from the Viscount’s hit, the only answer you received to your previously asked question was your mind flashing back to your wedding day during which your husband and his brother had shared a celebratory drink on the evening of.

It was after they had shared that drink that your brother-in-law took his auspicious leave and your husband went in search of his new wife.

You remembered wishing for an escape after he had found you, but you would never have suspected that it would be his own kin who would conspire to provide it for you.

Shocked beyond words, you watched as the Queen called for her guards to take away the pathetic drunk, brother, and excuse of a man whose actions had inadvertently altered the course of your own life.

There had been a minute silence after your harasser had been unceremoniously heaved up and dragged out with the doors slamming shut behind him and the guards before the Queen cleared her throat. Drawing the attention back to her, she said,

“Well, since that business is now concluded, onto the next issue.”

Finding your handsome rescuers eyes with her own, the Queen continued,

“Viscount Bridgerton, have you asked your question yet?”

Feeling a flash of confusion, you watched as Anthony shook his head ‘no’ with a now bashful look on his face at her Majesty’s inquiry. As an amused smirk grew on the Queen's lips, she proceeded to say with a raised brow and a touch of humored deliberation,

“Then what are you waiting for, young man?”

Briefly darting his eyes to you, the eldest Bridgerton's voice held a note of incredulousness as he responded to her Majesty with,

“Simply the right moment, your Royal Highness!”

Prompted by her love of drama, the Queen was only too happy to respond to that statement by saying,

“Well I have already given you my blessing, so it seems now is as good as time as any, would you not agree?”

With an unstoppable boyish grin, you watched as Anthony gave a singular nod to the Queen's unspoken command before directing his fond gaze towards you.

The contents of their discussion had all but left you in a state of confusion until everything fell into place the moment you saw the Viscount begin to kneel down on one knee.

Raising a hand to your mouth in an attempt to cover your surprised gasp at such an action, you astonishingly said with more emotion than you realized,

“Anthony! What are you doing??”

Pulling out his father's bethrothal ring, your rescuer looked up at you from his knelt position on the ground and teasingly said,

“I told you this was not a sacrifice I would mind making,”

Prior to taking your left hand in his. 

Saying loudly enough for all to hear,

“Duchess, as the last of your line, I asked her Majesty-as your nearest relation by law-for her permission to ask for your hand in marriage.”

Even more surprised to hear such a revelation, you turned only to receive an encouraging and supportive nod from the Queen before your returned your attention to the Viscount as he continued, 

“So my Lady, will you do me the greatest honor, and allow me to be your husband?”

Wanting to protect him from the troubles of your life more than anything, your first reply was a question you had to ask despite your audience, 

“My Love, knowing what happened to my last one, are you sure this is a role you truly want?”

Without hesitation, Anthony’s reply was sincere as he said,

“I want to love and protect you for the rest of my life, so yes this is what I want if you want it too…”

And because that was simply all you were hoping to hear, you were unable to stop yourself from bursting with joy as you happily exclaimed,

“Yes! I want that more than anything! Yes! I will marry you!”

Unconcerned with those watching or with their applause at such a celebratory moment, you and the Viscount shared a kiss of truth and promise after he was back to his full height.

Upon breaking apart, the bethrothal ring was placed on your finger and you were unable to stop your smile from beaming as the Queen joyously announced with excitement,

“Looks like we have a wedding to plan!”

And for the first time since all this started, you finally felt happy, loved, and safe.

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The Duchess (12)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: The truth

Word Count: 848

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There were three main emotions you recognized within your being as your eyes took in such a disappointingly predictable sight.

There was annoyance at yourself for not seeing this coming.

There was frustration with his persistent decision of not letting you go.

And there was implicit rage that your private affairs were to be made public yet again due to this imbecile’s blatant disrespect to you as well as his brother’s memory.

Letting out an aggravated huff when he sent an irksome smirk your way upon making it to the foot of the throne, you were trying to keep the anger out of your voice when you turned to face the Queen in order to say,

“Your Majesty, please believe that any words coming from this man’s mouth were said out of spite and are therefore not in any way believable.”

Having preemptively celebrated with a few drinks, your brother-in-law could not stop his amused snort upon hearing you speak before retorting with,

“Just because your actions have proven you are unsuitable for your station, it does not mean the things I say are lies.”

Refusing to make eye contact with him again, you simply directed your next statement imploringly to the Queen.

“Your Royal Highness, I can assure you anything this man has said must be a falsehood!”

You and the rest of the court watched as the Queen merely arched a brow before asking a question that made your heart stop.

“Do you mean to say that you and the Viscount Bridgerton did not share a kiss at the Clyvedon Ball earlier this week?”

The abrupt directness of such a question in front of such a crowd immediately froze you to the spot.

Before you could even think to give an evasive response, her Majesty continued speaking.

“Because that is the tale I was told by this man standing here and that is what he bases his claim on.”

So shocked into silence, you unknowingly admitted to your crime when you thoughtlessly breathed out in response to the Queen,

“But we were alone when that happened…”

Scandalized gasps followed your unconscious words, and the atmosphere became tenser still when a look of utter hatred was shared amongst Anthony and your brother-in-law at your unwitting admission.

The repercussions that came with such a social faux paus had you almost ready to resign yourself to your unwanted fate of being considered ruined when that one minor detail made you realize one major thing.

Gathering your courage, you looked at the Queen before bravely saying,

“No, your Majesty. I will not deny that I shared a kiss with the Viscount…”

Locking eyes with your brother-in-law, who felt secure enough in his win at this point that he returned your look with his own expression of triumph before turning forward again, meant you got to watch as that triumph shattered when you finished with,

“...so long as my late husband’s brother does not deny that him being witness to such a sight means he was also around when I fell down the stairs only moments later.”

More gasps filled the room and your brother-in-law’s head snapped your way as the Queen demanded to know,

“What do you speak of, Duchess?”

The rage you initially felt upon seeing him only increased tenfold over as you explained his actions with increasing clarity to her Majesty.

“If this man claims he saw me share a kiss with the Viscount, then this man admits to being present when it happened after the ball. Only, society is aware that I took a particularly violent fall down the stairs the very same night thanks to Lady Whistledown.”

Turning to face your harasser as you finally began to understand how that fall actually occurred, you narrowed your eyes as you scathingly said,

“So is it not fortunate that the one person who would benefit most from my death has all but admitted to being present for this supposed accident?”

Conceding to your marvellous point, the Queen turned her gaze from you to him in order to regally ask,

“And what have you to say to that, young man?”

Being in his typically inebriated mindset, and not having expected the tables to have turned against him so quickly, the panic on your brother-in-law’s face was obvious prior to it turning into outrage.

“You harlot!” He shouted before turning to advance on you.

“You are as weak as my brother was! I knew I should have poisoned you both! This is what I get for trying to spare a pretty face.” He aggressively said as he quickly stalked towards you seeking some form of retaliation. 

But the swift punch thrown by Anthony—who had rushed to your side upon seeing such a thing—soon collided with his face before he ever had a chance to lay a finger on you. And his advancement ended with him lying flat on his back.

Taking in some calming breaths now that the danger was no longer immediate, you finished processing what you had just heard and said with horrified realization,

“You poisoned your own brother?”

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The Duchess (11)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: Shock

Word Count: 1,100

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Following some more much needed rest after your wondrous conversation with the Viscount, your body’s healing continued to progress in the way the doctor had said. By the time the next morning came around, you were recovered enough to make a celebrated appearance at breakfast.

Upon stepping foot into the dining room, the surprised cheers and sighs of relief welcomed you to the table.

But before you could take a seat, the youngest Bridgerton shot out of hers in order to wrap her arms around you in a generous hug.

“Duchess! I am so glad that you are alright!”

Smiling to yourself at such a kind reception, you returned the girl’s embrace before graciously saying to her and the rest of the room alike,

“As am I, Miss Hyacinth.”

Lady Bridgerton, after also allowing her eyes and mother’s heart a moment to be reassured of your happy recovery, made sure to direct her daughter to let go of you so that you both could have a seat at the dining table.

But her eyes were not the only ones to catch how, as you approached your usual chair, Anthony rushed out of his in order to assist you in sitting down.

Because you made sure to send him a grateful smile after he did so, you missed how the rest of the Bridgertons and Bassets that were present sent and shared secretive smiles amongst themselves once they witnessed such a display.

From that breakfast onward, you contently continued regaining your strength. And by the end of the week, you were well enough to travel back to London along with everyone else who had retired to the Duke’s country estate.

Wishing to show your appreciation to the family that had shown you nothing but kindness, you made it a point to have individual notes sent to the two different households as soon as you arrived at and were home within your own city dwellings. Those notes invited them to a private tea party you had decided to host during your journey back.

Holding an intimate gathering such as a tea party compared to the grand soiree they had hosted for you seemed like such a small return on such a big favor.

However, you could not help telling yourself that it is was at least a start.

Due to your attention to detail, your stride was a little less than measured as you walked from the variety of light dishes that were being served, to adjusting the cushions laid on the couch, and then to your own pacing back and forth as you waited for them on the day of.

Though you were aware of your duties as a Duchess to host gatherings, the required year spent mourning your late husband had deprived you of any chance to do so until now.

Thankfully, when their presence was announced, the nerves you previously held almost immediately melted away at the sight of the Viscount being one of the first through the door followed by the rest of his siblings, his mother, and the Duke of Hastings.

As if no time had passed, everyone was quickly settled in and conversing amongst themselves while tea was served.

You were sitting next to and happily speaking with Anthony on one of the sofas in the drawing room while he sipped at his cup and you at yours. Once again, you almost got lost in the world he seemed to always create around you both when you were brought back to reality by the approach of a footman who held a silver tray carrying an envelope.

Bowing and holding it out to you, he waited till he was able to interrupt your conversation with the Viscount by saying,

“A letter, your Grace.”

Given the fact that you rarely received such a thing, you were unable to hide your perplexion as you accepted it and thanked the servant.

But as soon as the envelope was in your hands, your confusion turned to concern as you realized what you were holding.

Apparently, you were not the only one since Lady Bridgerton could not help asking from across the way,

“Is that her Majesty’s royal stationary?”

Holding the note a bit more reverently, you nodded your head at her question and said in reply,

“Yes, I believe so.”

Though your fingers were set to pull the ribbon that held the envelope in place, it was only after you received an encouraging nod from the man seated next to you that you were able to do so.

So focused on your task, you did not notice how a tense silence had blanketed the room as those present waited to hear whatever news you had to share.

Opening, unfolding, and quickly using your eyes to read through the letter’s contents, the atmosphere became tenser still when you announced in a grave voice.

“The Queen has summoned us all to the palace.”

With a confused and furrowed brow, the Viscount questioningly replied,

“But whatever for?”

With a thick swallow of your throat, you said,

“Someone has brought forth a challenge to my claim as Duchess, so we are all apparently summoned as witnesses to determine if the challenge holds any merit.”

As the seriousness of the situation made the silence return, you simply took in a deep breath before sighing and resignedly saying,

“We must leave at once.”

Being met with no resistance, everyone quietly rose from their seats and filed into their respective carriages that soon set off in the direction of the palace.

After reaching the meticulously manicured and decorated building, you, the Bridgertons, and the Bassets alike were all escorted to the room in which her Majesty held court and were greeted with the sight of the Queen regally sitting on her throne.

While the others joined the crowd of courtiers standing on either side of the aisle, you gracefully made your way to the front until you were at the foot of the throne and gave a respectful curtsey before rising again as the Queen began to address you.

“Duchess, you have been accused of being unsuitable for the occupation your title affords. What have you to say?”

Swallowing your nerves, you only took a moment to compose your response.

“Only this your Majesty…might I be allowed to face the one who has deemed me to be unsuitable?”

With a brief nod of her head, the Queen directed her guards to let in your accuser.

And you really wanted to be anything but surprised when you saw your former brother-in-law begin to be escorted into the throne room.

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The Duchess (10)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: Recovery

Word Count: 1,194

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Well, if you were not the talk of the ton before the night had started, you certainly were by the time it had concluded.

In the following days, your injurious fall down the grand staircase within Clyvedon Castle had been made public news not only with the guests in attendance for the ball, but also within society as a whole when the Lady Whistledown made it a point to highlight such drama within her next issue. 

Of course, you were unaware of such things as you remained unconscious in the aftermath of it all.

Once the Lady of the House urgently sent for a doctor, the physician arrived in order to tend to your wounds. After announcing that you would wake after some much needed rest, he prescribed a medicine that would help keep you asleep in order to allow you the necessary time to heal.

And while those in ton offered their sympathies for your circumstances, those presently residing at the Duke of Hastings’s country estate could only offer their concern as days passed without you opening your eyes.

By the end of the third day of you lying decidedly asleep in bed, the idea that you would be alright had dwindled from an absolute certainty to a grasping hope.

Establishing a routine in order to keep a level of vigilance, you were comfortingly never left alone for more than a few minutes as each of the Bridgerton’s and Bassets’ alike kept watch over your sleeping form.

On the third night of your third day kept in bed, the current person keeping watch over you was the Viscount himself as he passed the time by reading a book to himself.

While it was not exactly proper for a young man to be in the chambers of a young lady during the evening hours, it was only because of the circumstances that Anthony felt he was the one better qualified to watch over you as you laid injured and defenseless. 

But time was moving slowly as he sat with you for the third evening in a row. Turning another page in his book, the Viscount was thinking with a hint of irony that at least his being present in your room would add to your ruse story of becoming engaged.

And as this thought hit, he could not help but to allow his body to deflate with yet another worried sigh. Taking a glance your way first to check you were still sleeping, he quietly pulled out the small box he had been carrying around all week in the days leading up to the ball and opened its lid. 

Being met with the betrothal ring his father had once presented to his mother, the eldest Bridgerton son exhaled a remorseful breath as the regret he had been feeling since your fall continued to rise. 

The one thought continuously circling around in his head was the idea that maybe, if he had asked the question he hoped he already had the answer to on the night of your injury, then Clyvedon would be in a state of celebration rather than in a state of mourning.

The overly concerned Viscount was attempting to push away the waves of guilt that kept washing over him, but with hindsight being what it was, not seeing this coming meant shame had been his only other constant companion as he kept watch over you within your quarters.

Stationed on a chair in the corner located on the opposite side of the room—for propriety’s sake—the eldest Bridgerton was so caught up in his sorrowful thoughts that he did not hear the sound of rustling coming form your bed.

But he did hear the sound of,

“Ugh, my head…”

Groggily come from your lips as you continued attempting to sit yourself up.

Hurriedly, Anthony was quick to put the ring back in his pocket as he rushed to get up in order to help you back down to the mattress.

“Careful,” he said with concern as he carefully guided you. “You have been unconscious for three days.”

Though your entire expression held nothing but fatigue as you complied with his gentle and unsaid request to lie back down, your eyes immediately became incredulous as you repeatedly said with disbelief,

“Three days? But, that is absurd.”

However, even as you said it, you could not ignore how your mind and body still seemed to crave more needed rest.

Even now, you found that it was difficult to keep your eyes open as the Viscount took a seat on the edge of the bed in order to look you over now that you were awake.

But the shocking news of having been asleep for so long made you all the more determined not to let your eyes close again.

“What happened?” you asked your rescuer while raising a soothing hand to your temple.

“You fell down the stairs and hit your head. The doctor gave you something to help you sleep so you could heal.”

As Anthony said this, something in your mind tried telling you those words were not exactly correct. However, the encroaching headache you felt building made it hard to concentrate on why.

Ignoring the pain, you wryly said in response,

“Ah, that explains the soreness then.”

And attempted to huff a laugh that the Viscount was only too happy to share. However his laugh was filled with relief more than anything else. 

“I am glad to see you still have your sense of humor, my Lady.”

Was his reply as he looked at you with a teasing fondness.

When you flashed him a small, but genuine smile from your reclined position on the bed, the Viscount found he could no longer hold in the words he had been craving to say to you in the past few days where you lied unconscious.

“I must apologize to you, your Grace. For I have been addressing you by the wrong title for some time now and I do not believe I can allow it to continue.”

A little alarmed, you cautiously replied in a concerned tone.

“My Anthony…whatever do you mean?”

Reassured by your title for him, the Viscount went on speaking after gently taking one of your hands in his.

“I can no longer address you as ‘my Lady’...”

And before heartbreak could set in at hearing such a thing, he continued with,

“Because you are my Love.”

Looking down at your entwined hands, he quietly finished by saying,

“And all I have been wondering these past few days while you recovered, is if I might be allowed to call you that instead?” 

A watery smile began to make its way onto your lips as understanding finally hit you. Squeezing the hand he used to hold yours, you were only too happy to answer with a question of your own.

“If I say yes to your request, may I be allowed to call you that as well?” 

Then felt nothing but adoring affection as Anthony smiled your way with a content brightness while nodding his head in response.

And that was the moment you knew your heart was no longer yours.

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The Duchess (9)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: It is a night of surprises

Word Count: 1,262

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Since your mind and feet were occupied by the multitude of dances you experienced during the ball with the various men of the Bridgerton clan, there was no doubting that this night was one you would always remember with a fondness.

Though the point of hosting this ball was for scheming purposes, that did not mean a good time was still not had keeping up your supposed ruse.

Such a word was emphasized in your head because while you knew that you and the Viscount had an agreement to pretend to be romantically attached (for platonic reasons, of course), you found that playing the role of friends was becoming more difficult than playing that of soon-to-be intendeds since you could not help but notice how your partner seemed to play his role a little too well. 

Your mind was forced to take note of such a thing because of this warm feeling of fluttering hope that seemed to also always accompany every kind word and gesture your consistent rescuer would make sure to throw your way as the night progressed onward.

By the end of it, your feet pleasantly ached in a way they never had before as you danced with not one, but all three Bridgerton men of marrying age while the music would change from one song to the next. 

That said, you were soon forced to forget about the original reason for the soiree as you enjoyed yourself in the arms of your various partners and were filled with contentment as opposed to your usual contempt for these kinds of things.

So much so, that you found it difficult to tame the smile you still wore as the Viscount personally escorted you to the staircase in order for you to retire to your room following your mentioning of being tired.

It was at the bottom of their grand staircase that your ruse partner seemed to drop whatever act he might have been trying to portray by saying,

“Well…I believe that performance will certainly convince the rest of the ton of our affections for one another. Would you not agree, Duchess?”

The use of your formal title in addition to the comment he had made had you thinking you had misread whatever signs you thought you saw as you tried to hide your surprising disappointment at such a revelation by your attempt to respond just as formally.

“Uh, y-yes, my Lord. Thank you again for your assistance with my troubles. It was most appreciated, but I shall bid you a good night now.”

With a brief nod of your head, you turned to start making your way up the stairs.

But before you could even take the first step, you felt the Viscount quickly reach out to catch one of your gloved hands in order to stop you from leaving just yet.

Looking back over your shoulder at him with your confusion now present in your expression, you had no chance to say anything at all as his lips were suddenly on yours in a heated kiss you simply did not expect, but immediately melted into once you processed it was happening.

Before you could even fully finish registering this monumentally beautiful moment, the Viscount slowly pulled back and eyed you with a smoldering look as he huskily said using a teasing grin,

“I also believe we agreed you would call me by my name….did we not, my Lady?”

Feeling your heart skip a literal beat at his actions and words, all you could say in return was a breathless,

“Indeed we did…Anthony.”

Having had your night’s curious hopes be fulfilled in such a way with his singular—but passionate—kiss, you could not stop the bashful smile that grew on your face as you continued with a timid laugh,

“Now, I really must be going lest we are caught unchaperoned and really do have to get engaged.”

The Viscount huffed another chuckle of his own and shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner as he merely raised your still-held fingers up to his lips and said,

“Well Duchess, I would not mind it if that was a sacrifice I truly had to make in order to protect your honor.”

Before placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

As you gave a valiant effort to hide the butterflies forever present in your stomach while in the presence of this man, the Lord stood in front of you took a step back and finally said with a respectful bow of his head,

“Good night, my Lady.”

Giving your own curtsey of respect rather than requirement, you contently replied in a quiet voice,

“Good night to you as well, my Anthony.”

And quickly pressed one last kiss to his cheek before turning to finally head up the grand staircase at last.

There was such a whirlwind of happy emotions clouding your mind as you climbed the stairs—and as the Viscount began making his way back to the party—that you did not notice how something seemed to shift in the shadows of the dimly lit corridor found at the top of the staircase.

But what you did notice was how you suddenly became airborne as some unknown entity forcefully shoved you backwards. 

And this was all that you were able to register as the idea and the reality that you had just been pushed down the stairs inevitably hit your mind and body at nearly the same time.

Thankfully, that was all you remembered before everything went black.

But for Anthony, hearing the sound of your tumbling crashes as he retreated back to the ball would forever haunt him as he immediately did an about-face just in time to see your body come to a violent, rolling halt on the hard and unforgiving ground laid at the bottom of the staircase.

Frozen with disbelief for just the briefest of seconds as he repeatedly muttered,

“No, no, please God no,” 

Anthony could not stop the worried shout of your actual name before rushing to kneel at your side.

Finding you unconscious with blood coming from somewhere on your forehead, he desperately called out in the direction of the party for help in the hopes that someone would hear as he gathered you in his arms in order to take you from the floor to a nearby couch.

Yelling for assistance once again, he frantically began checking you over for any major injuries he might have been missing as his eldest sister and her husband ran into the drawing room in order to see what was wrong.

“Anthony, my goodness!”

Gasped the other Duchess at the sight of you and your dress covered in scrapes, blood, and brusies.

“What happened?” Simon inquired demandingly as they all looked at you with mounting concern.

Shaking his head as even he did not understand it, the Viscount could only honestly say,

“I do not know! She went to retire for the night and fell down the stairs somehow. We must get a physician here at once!”

Nodding as she grasped the severity of the situation, Daphne gathered her skirts in hand as she hurriedly said,

“I will have Mrs.Coulson send for the doctor right away.”

And began rushing out of the room in order to fulfill her promise.

As she did that, the Viscount took the time to look back at your unconscious form wondering how his promise to prevent any more harm from finding you had been broken before he even had a chance to officially try to keep it from ever happening again.

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"Heir to Valyria" is so good, I'm really loving the development of their relationship. Thank you so much for giving us such a good story.💕💕💕💕

Thank you so much for this!!

I've actually decided to continue "Heir to Valyria" once the second season starts, so hang around!!! 😁👍

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I must ask how would you feel about writing about the character being able to remember their the past life like you know reincarnation or being isekaied, transmigration because I have so many ideas

I am...very intrigued if you'd like to tell me more...👀😬😂

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hey! Is there something you don't write?

I try to stay away from anything that can be deemed particularly upsetting in any way to anybody...

I feel like fanfiction should be a safe space to enjoy reading, so I try to write my stories with that thought in mind 😊👍

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hello, I just wanted to ask if you'd be down to write anything abt the Prince from bridgerton? I'm in love with your writing ❤️

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The Duchess (8)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: A plan is hatched

Word Count: 1,161

A/N: Shout out to @urfavnoirette and @itsprashimusic for letting me know I have true fans out there!!! You're the reasons this chapter happened 😊😘

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With confusion clouding your mind at the comment the Lady of the house just made, you were forced to say in order to gain some understanding,

“Forgive me…but how do you mean, your Grace?”

With a hint of coyness still twinkling in her eyes and tone, the last one to speak raised her hand first and said with a kind smile,

“Please, call me Daphne!”

Before she proceeded by saying,

“And I simply meant that if you were to engage in a similar ruse with say, my brother here, then maybe, this pesky brother-in-law of yours will take the hint that his constant attentions are not wanted.”

The casual shrug she added to the end of her sentence was convincing enough that you really believed she was simply making a good suggestion that surely was only made to help you our of your concerning predicament.

But in the mind of the Viscount seated next to you on the couch, he was very aware that this suggestion was anything but innocently said and was failing to keep his mind from racing at such a thought.

And as he struggled, you responded with,

“Well, I suppose I can see how such an idea has merit, but however would we pull it off?”

And luckily, the Duchess seated across from you was only to happy to explain.

“All you would need to do is pretend to form an attachment with my brother then your brother-in-law will realize that you are no longer available and will back off! It is the perfect plan that will surely work for you as it surely did for me.”

And after hearing such a follow-up explanation, you could admit you were intrigued when you responded with,

“But how would such a plan work? My brother-in-law is quite tenacious, so I am not sure how we would be able to convince him to give up his pursuits…?”

You finished hesitatingly, but Anthony was only too happy to reassure you with an idea of his own.

“We could host a ball! Here at Clyvedon!”

He said with excited determination.

“Then he, along with the rest of the ton, can witness our ruse of being romantically involved with one another. That way, this man will stop bothering you, and all the debutantes in polite society will stop bothering me. Daphne is right, it is perfect!”

And though the Viscount understood why he had to hide how hopeful he was that you might accept such an idea, you had to hide the fact that such an idea made you quite giddy on the inside to know it would make you spend more time the presence of this kind and generous person.

So without further thought, you agreed by saying with an accepting and excited smile, 

“Well, I suppose we should get started then!”

By the end of the conversation, all of the details had been finalized amongst you all as you sat around the fireplace. 

By the end of the week, invitations had been sent out in time for guests to be in attendance for a grand gathering at the Clyvedon estate in time for the next weekend.

And by the beginning of the ball, your ruse had also been allowed to start as you stood next to the Viscount and his mother near the entrance in order to help greet your guests as they began to show up.

Though it was the other Duchess who originally suggested you and Anthony pretend to form an attachment specifically for this gathering, it was actually their mother who had the foresight to have you stand with them as the attendees arrived.

“If you want people to think you will soon be an addition to this family, then you must help the ton to believe such an idea by playing your parts correctly.”

She had explained with an encouraging and sly smile as the guests started to show.

And you had to admit, the more time you spent greeting each person along with the Viscount, the Duke, and Daphne, the more you could feel people’s curiosities were growing since no official explanations were offered whenever a person inquired about your particular presence.

“Oh, I am just returning the favor to my generous hosts by assisting them with this magically grand endevour. I hope you enjoy your time here tonight as much as I have!”

Would be the typically vague response you gave if and when someone asked what your role was in this lighthearted event that was actually strategically taking place.

After a while, with the ballroom crowded with various Lords, Ladies, and gentlemen, you mentioned to Anthony that you would be stepping away for a moment just to get something to drink and left to find the refreshment table amongst the throng of people gathered for a night of fun.

Upon reaching it, you allowed a small, private smile to grow on your face as well since you could admit to yourself that this was the most amusement you have had in a while as you neared the table holding a bowl of punch and other light snacks.

But you supposed all good things must come to an end when you heard an unfortunately familiar voice say behind you,

“Well, you certainly look ravishing tonight, your Grace.”

Turning to see your inebriated brother-in-law stood behind you, a shiver of disgust had to be suppressed when his eyes obviously took the time to rake up and down your clothed body in order to take in the exquisite gown you were wearing to match your status as a Duchess.

Continuing his inappropriate ogling, the pathetic excuse for a man went on to say,

“Do me the honor of a dance, your Grace?”

With his hand being the last thing you wanted to touch, you tried to minimize the way you wanted to recoil when he then held it out to you.

Whether it was held out as an invitation or as a demand, you would never know.

Because thankfully, at that exact moment, your official ruse partner came to your rescue once again.

“My apologies, Sir. But you see, the lady has already promised me her first three dances, and the rest are promised to my brothers.”

Gladly taking the Viscount’s extended arm, you were grateful when he disingenuously said,

“But better luck next time!”

Finishing with a false smile, he then led you away from the drunk that was left behind speechless, jealous, and without another word.

That smile remained in place until you were far away enough from your brother-in-law that he could not hear Anthony quietly but determinedly say to you from the side.

“It seems we are going to have to get creative if this is to work properly.”

Before directing a coy but reassuring grin your way.

And upon seeing it, you found it a little easier to smile yourself as you neared the dancefloor for the first time of the night.

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The Duchess (7)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: You arrive at Clyvedon

Word Count: 1,404

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It never did occur to you how effortless your first few days at Clyvedon felt.

Though you were initially anxious upon your arrival to the lavish estate, the unexpectedly warm welcome you received from the Duke and his wife helped to alleviate such worries. 

And the rest of the Bridgerton clan was also paramount in reducing such anxieties since the enthusiasm from a certain child could only be met with your own sincerity while also forcing you to put aside any lingering hesitance you subconsciously felt about being an imposing guest. 

“Oh Duchess! I am so very glad you are here to stay with us!”

Exclaimed the young lady you were quickly becoming fond of.

“And I am so very glad to be here with you all, Miss Hyacinth! The honor is truly mine.”

You said with a curtsey and a smile following your arrival in the foyer.

“I am afraid,” interceded the Viscount, “that I must cut such a happy reunion short since I am sure the Duchess would like to get settled in her accommodations before dinner after such a tiresome journey here.”

“Indeed!” Echoed his eldest sister as she turned to direct her housekeeper.

“Mrs.Coulson, will you see her Grace to her room and ensure that she has everything she needs for her stay?”

While the older woman confirmed the necessary final arrangements with her house mistress, you took the chance to inconspicuously lean toward the Viscount in order to quietly whisper,

“It was my understanding that we had agreed to do away with such titles, did we not?”

Though he had to momentarily pause in order to tame his humored grin at your playful question, his amused hushed reply only came seconds later.

“Well, since my family happens to already be aware of the admiration I have for you, I thought it might be a bit impertinent to make it any more obvious.”

Looking at you from the corner of his eyes and directing a teasing smirk your way, he coyly finished by asking,

“Was that not correct of me, my Lady?”

Because you failed to contain the elated grin at his words, Anthony was able to catch a glimpse of the appreciation your external expression displayed at his sincere comment while you felt the internal blooming warmth of joy begin to spread within your chest at the honor of hearing yourself be referred to as such.

However, before either of you could dwell on your conversation any longer, you were being approached by the housekeeper.

“If you will come with me, your Grace, then I can show you to your room.”

With a nod and a thank you, you began to follow the woman named Mrs.Coulson. 

As you took your leave from the foyer and the rest of those present began to disperse, the Lady of the house made sure to announce,

“Dinner will be in an hour, so we will all meet in the drawing room once everyone has finished changing.”

And with that final piece of information, you made your way up the stairs behind your guide.

Initially, the main emotion you felt at Aubrey Hall had been perplexion given the first time you had been seated for dinner with them at one of their country estates.

Because you had been raised by an elderly aunt all your life, most of the family meals you had any memory of essentially consisted of you sitting at different ends of a very long table in silence with your guardian since her frigidly cold demeanor made it explicitly clear that any words from you were not at all wanted, nor would they be at all appreciated.

So, because you had never dined in any other manner with the last of your kin, you suppose your mind had just assumed that all families conducted their meals in such a fashion.

Therefore, you found yourself pleasantly surprised during your first night at Aubrey Hall when it became more than obvious that the coldness you were unconsciously expecting simply did not exist in such genuine warmth.

Even when the inevitable sibling squabbles broke out between youngest and eldest alike, there was never any doubting the affection that clearly accompanied every insult.

Seeing the surprise on your face at such familiarity being allowed at the table, Lady Bridgerton commented with a touch of sheepishness,

“I know it may seem unfashionable, your Grace, but what can I say? We like each other!”

She finished with a shrug as well as a joyful and unapologetic smile that only grew more amused when her son-in-law, the Duke, followed up her statement by teasingly interjecting from his place at the head of the table,

“Most of the time.”

With a humourous smirk aimed at Lady Bridgerton as if speaking from a place of experience.

From that dinner onward, any lingering anxieties you had about being an imposing guest seemed to have vanished since the Basset’s and Bridgerton’s alike made it clear that your presence was not only welcomed, but it was undoubtedly wanted and thoroughly enjoyed each day that you were there. 

By the end of your first week at the country estate you had happily fallen into the routine of being sociable with those that were present in the house.

In fact, it was actually becoming a bit of a tradition that after Lady Bridgerton escorted her younger children to bed following dinner, the remaining young adults would gather in the drawing room for a few drinks and some lighthearted conversation.

And on this particular evening, a full week after your original arrival, the drawing room was occupied by merely yourself sat on one couch, the Lord and Lady of the house sat across from you on the other, as well as Lord Bridgerton who was happily seated next to you.

And with the almost inaudible roar of the fireplace filling the dimly lit room, there was a very cozy atmosphere surrounding your group.

Currently, you all were struggling to hold in your laughter at the outburst Anthony had and was continuing to make after jumping up from the couch you shared with him. 

When you had asked the Duchess how it was she found herself married to a Duke, you did not think any of you expected the Viscount to shoot up upon learning what fact truly brought his best friend and sister together as a couple.

“A ruse??” he exclaimed once more to everyone’s further amusement.

“Hastings?! You mean to tell me that I could have killed you for a ruse?!?” Anthony bewilderedly repeated with emphasis.

Having to hold back your tickled surprise after he sprung up with such a statement, the Duke only chose to reply to his friend with a teasing nonchalance.

“Oh please, Bridgerton. You have always been a terrible shot, so my life was never really in any danger.”

His accompanying smirk also let everyone know that all had truly been forgiven between the two.

Buzzing with intrigue as Anthony gave an indignant, but humored huff while returning to his seat, you could not help saying to the other Duchess in the room,

“What an exciting way to get betrothed! My own betrothal was more of a legal agreement than a proposal, and even then, it was my aunt who did the signing.” You finished with a chuckle that came out more weak than content.

The minute shift in the jovial mood at the reminder of the poor treatment you had received in your life from people you thought you could trust made you try to lift it again by happily continuing with saying,

“But alas! I am glad to hear it was love that brought you two together and not obligation.”

You said with a kind smile.

However, after the thought passed in the other Duchess’ head that your statement was not exactly true, a devious idea began to form in her mind as she replied by saying,

“Well, if you think about it, a thought-out ruse has already helped one debutante avoid an unsuitable suitor…so who is to say the same strategy could not work again?”

She questioned the room with a certain coyness while aiming a specifically delicate smile at her brother across the way to emphasize exactly where she was going with this.

And who was the Viscount to say no to such a brilliant idea that had already been proven to work once before?

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