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why must I live in a world where no man will ever love me to the point that his honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment he spends in my presence.

How am I suppose to live with the fact that I will never be the bane of someone’s existence and the object of all their desires??!

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currently fallen in a bridgerton hole and i'd love to write for any of the characters if you guys have any suggestions!

let me know if you have any ideas you'd like to be written! 🤍 :)

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only 1

a/n: new to the whole brigerton series scene so pls keep that in mind

this is highly inaccurate!! and very rushed towards the end, i haven't written in so long. but i tried at least so 🤷‍♀️

sweet fluff with anthony 🤍 enjoy!

fem!reader

Anthony Bridgerton. The very soul that made you catch on fire. It was the way his gentle touch upon your skin caused an eruption of butterflies to swarm your stomach or perhaps the way he had with words, a poet one might say. He could say the most nastiest of sins to you and still find a way to make them enticing.

But lately he had been distant and at first, you thought he wanted space. But he couldn't even look at you anymore. At first, you tried to talk to him but he would shut you out.

His siblings had no idea what was wrong and you were understanding but you too had limits. No matter how many times you had tried to be understanding, his coldness and stoic facade were beginning to get on your nerves. You stopped chasing him, if he didn't want you then he simply didn't care for you.

If that was the game he wanted to play then so be it.

It felt wrong to not have Anthony as your dancing partner whenever the pair of you were at balls together, it felt like your heart was stabbed whenever he was laughing with another woman. He looked at you like a stranger, like the memories you both shared were nothing more than that.

He would look at you with a straight look, not an ounce of fondness like he used to look at you with. So many times you wanted to beg him what you did wrong but again and again, you refrained yourself. He didn't deserve any more of your time.

Maybe you didn't know Anthony as well as you thought, perhaps all those rumours around his person were in fact true. And those rose coloured glasses prevented you from seeing that.

•••

"Do you know something, dearest? There is a ball, graciously hosted by the Bridgerton's tomorrow. I thought you'd be delighted to know" Your mom holds a little letter and your blood runs cold. A frown makes it way to your face and you shake your head no, turning around as you let your hair drop from its beautiful up-do.

3 weeks had passed since you both last exchanged a word and you'd be damned to have to see his face there, making it another awful encounter. He probably had another pretty woman on his hip, flaunting her off. Spending the entirety of the night in the shadows, hoping that it was you that he adored but sadly all good things must come to an end.

"Mother I don't wish to attend the ball" You sigh and she gives you a look, patting the space next to her. But she has that glint in her eyes, like she already know what's transpired.

"You know something very ironic, actually? Violet has told me her son has been acting the same and I thought to myself, what an odd coincidence. My daughter and your son.... it couldn't be" She chuckled, gently removing some pins from your hair. So he had been as miserable as you were, interesting. A part of you should have felt sorry for him but most of you felt smug for the poor bastard. He did cause it.

"You know Mama, I do so hate how you are best friends with Ms Bridgerton" You huff as she lets out another laugh.

"Oh hush. What is the matter, dearest? The scowl on your face doesn't suit you" She gently nudges you and you look down at your hands, clasping your fingers together trying to phrase your next words carefully.

You were so comfortable telling your mother such personal things because she had also lived them. She always wanted you to be honest and open with her, you truly had the best mother a woman could ever ask for.

She only wanted your happiness above everything else and when your father died, not only did she take his role and perform it better but she never once pressured to the shackles of marriage even though there was a line of suitors waiting for your hand in marriage.

Though it was improper of a lady to reject a man's proposal, you just didn't see the interest or the point in pretending when you knew deep down you only yearned for him.

"It's Anthony! God he is so insufferable. One minute he acts like a sweet charming gentleman and the next? Like I do not exist to him! I swear Mother, he has nothing but the audacity" Your arms are tightly crossed against your chest as she runs her fingers through your hair with her soft fingers.

"Perhaps-" She begins but the words spilled from your lips and you were unable to reel them back.

"And to top it all off, he has the utter nerve to look at me like I'm the scum under his shoes. Me??" You exhale rather irritably, anger boiling deep inside of you coursing through your veins.

"Darling perhaps not all is what it seems to be?" She suggests and you snort in amusement, shaking your head.

"Oh? I suppose he's going to proclaim his undying love for me and sweep me off my feet? You watch too many of those romance movies, mama" You stand up, brushing yourself off

"Nothing wrong with a little love" Your mother smiles, handing you the clips from your hair.

"If love wasn't such a fickle thing, I might agree too. Goodnight mother"

•••

Clank, clank, clank

Tossing around in your bed, you bury your head under the pillow to hopefully muffle that horrid sound. But it's will is impenetrable and soon enough you're wide awake

"What is that?!" You scowl irritably, removing yourself from the comfortable confines of your bed covers. You warily pad over to your bedroom, the rain making it absolutely hard to see anything. Another stone rams against your window, making you jump a little in fear. Your fingers curled around a hairbrush, ready to throw at your attack. It wasn't the asbestos weapon choice but anything could make a difference.

As you looked over however, there beheld a sight you thought you'd never see

"Anthony?? What are you doing?" You whisper yelled, quickly looking around to see if there was a maid or a servant nearby that spotted you both. But noticing none, you set your gaze at the eldest Bridgerton. He wore a long dark blue coat but that hadn't stopped the rain from seeping in and sticking his white shirt to his toned body. His hair is flattened, drenched and you could only imagine the rest of him. He somehow looked.... adorable here.

"I had to see you. I apologise for my behaviour over the past couple days-"

"If you think I'm going to forgive you just as easily, then you're sorely mistaken, my lord. Goodnight" You dismiss him with a wave of your hand but just as you're trying to close the window, he throws another rock at the glass. It shatters and he gasps, quickly calling out your name in worry in fear he's cut you. And when he knows that you're okay, he calls out again.

"I'll repair that. I deserve all the coldness, I do. But I know now what I want and that is you. I cannot leave without telling you this" He takes a deep breath, fond memories replaying on his mind. It gave him enough courage to do what he was going to do next.

"You have plagued my thoughts more times than I can possibly count, I truly cannot think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly. Even though I feel that here in this world there is no undisturbed place for our love. Neither in this ton or this world. But so long as you are with me, I don't care where we are. And should you not reciprocate my feelings then I will leave you in peace. But know my heart is yours, it was always. I apologise its taken me so long to come to terms with that" His heart is racing, fidgeting as he lays his heart bare.

Yet his eyes never once break contact with yours, his knuckles turning white around the flowers for you.

Every passing second fills the viscount with dread but he's determined to stand there until he hears your answer. Nobody has managed to capture his heart as you've done. Being vulnerable came with being uncomfortable and awkward but he would do it over and over to show you how serious he was about you.

And there you were by the broken window, your heart feeling it had dropped to the darkest depths of your stomach. Those words you wished and wished for him to say finally rang true but now when he said it, you didn't know how to react.

Fear filled your heart, Anthony Bridgerton was a desired man by many. He was young and good looking, many other women wanted to be with him but he wanted you. How could you trust that he wouldn't get bored of you after a week?

How could you be sure he wouldn't leave you alone while he chased more pleasurable pursuits?

A crash of thunder snaps you out of your thoughts and you look at the gentleman again. He's waiting for you to speak, mouth slightly parted apprehensive of your word. But you cannot possibly convey whatever you need to with such a large distance between yourselves.

"I... I'm coming down!" You call out, heart thundering when you turn away from the window. Throwing a shawl around your shoulders, your eyes dart around for anything else. An umbrella, perhaps? But it's somewhere buried in the abyss of your closet and the viscount is waiting for you, oh so eagerly.

So you practically ran down the stairs, into the open night to see him standing there with a beautiful display of your favourite flowers. They were beginning to fall due to the impact of the rain but majority of them stood tall.

"You look absolutely beautiful" He comes close, handing you your rightful flowers as you roll your eyes.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, my lord" You lean and try to smell the flowers but his scent fills your nostrils instead. Oh how you've missed him terribly these past weeks, you could've hit him for putting you through all that. But now standing a few feet away, you only want to bury yourself in his arms and never leave.

"I've said what I needed to say, but know this... I love you Y/N" His words catch you off guard and your breath hitched, eyes wide like you didn't hear it at first properly. But his smile tells you all that you need to know, he really said it.

"And what if you're.... lying?" Your voice has dropped to a whisper, the playful demeanour you once donned was now dropped, revealing your true fears. You so badly wanted to accept his proposal but you needed his reassurance, that he needed you as much as you needed him. Your thoughts that were going mile a minute now quieted when his hand came up to cradle your jaw. Making you look deep in his eyes that show the true sincerity behind his words.

He's not leaving you until you want him to

Anthony's thumb brushes over your lips, sending a shiver running down through you. It could have been blamed on the cold weather and the rain pelting on you both but the fire ignited inside of you warmed your whole body through and through. This whole moment, the way he came to you, the way water droplets cascaded down his body, his touch upon you, all of it mentally burned in your head. You knew you'd never forget this.

"I will lie forever then, my lady" He whispers and your heart thumps wildly against your chest. You look at him, the desire so clearly evident swirling inside and who were you to deny such a request? Your hand comes up to meet his, stroking the back of his hand tenderly.

It was just you and Anthony. Not the honourable cold hearted viscount, no, just your Anthony. The one who stole your affection, the one that did all these silly little things to win you over even though your heart was always his. His head leans in ever so slightly and yours lean upwards, your lips but a hair away from each other.

So close and yet so far.

"Ahem!" A voice cuts through, paired with familiar chuckles.

"Mother?!" Anthony gasps and you eye the other two figures, stuttering when you found them giggling at the two of you.

"Mama?? Lady Danbury??" You both jump apart as the three women come in your vision, with an umbrella over their heads. You shoot a look at Anthony who shares an equal confused and bewildered look.

"You must know nothing gets by me" Lady Danbury smirked, nodding to the women by her. They each chuckled at their respective children, stepping forwards.

"I don't know if I should be rather angry at you breaking my windows..." Your mother glances at your bedroom, noticing the shards of glass shining under the moonlight. Anthony winces, a grimace as he looks up and then back upon your mother.

"Or simply be happy because we've been waiting for this moment for so long" She clasps her hands together, smiling at you two with so much joy. It makes you almost teary eyed, your mother truly was a gem.

"It makes this all so worthwhile, does it not?" Violet smiles at you both, a hand over her heart. Her eyes drifts over to her son, happiness practically beaming out of her. For so many years he had swore off love, refusing to ever put himself and someone in a position like that. At some point, she even began questioning if he would ever let someone inside his heart. Then you came and rocked his world upside down. And she wouldn't change it for the world.

"Ms L/N I am terribly sorry-" Anthony begins but your mother shakes her head, not an ounce of anger painted on her features.

"Forgive us, I do believe we've disrupted an intimate moment" She chuckles knowingly, looking at her companions

"I think I hear a cup of tea calling our names, what do you say ladies?"

"Please, with those delightful biscuits" Violet smiles, lacing her arm with your mother while Lady Danbury holds the other.

"Then tea it is. Might I add to the young couple to make their way inside otherwise they'll catch their death out here" She nods at you and the trio gossip the whole way to the kitchen leaving you and Anthony alone once more.

He glances at you again, taking your hand in his. They're so warm, compared to the cold air the envelopes you around. His gaze settles on your hands, his finger gently smoothing over your ring finger.

"I want to marry you Y/N. These past couple days were a reminder that I cannot live without you. You are, quite simply, the love of my soul" He kisses the back of your hand, stroking your knuckles with his thumbs. A surety rose in you, lodged in your throat. You'll never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he'll let you

"I can't promise you'll have an easy wife" You chuckle softly as your head rests upon his chest, directly on his heartbeat.

Soft and persistent, underlying everything.

He laughs a little, shivering as he brings you closer. His lips pepper the sweetest of kisses to the crown of your head, ever so slightly rocking the pair of you side to side.

"I wouldn't have fallen for someone I thought couldn't misbehave, my love"

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Eloise: *gasps* The Mallet of Death

Benedict: Would you look at that brother

Kate: Is this yours?

Anthony: … Not at all. You’re welcome to it.

Colin: You near threatened to beat me the last time I touched tha—

Anthony: YoU eXaGgErAtE!

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The Viscount’s Guide to Wooing a Lady (and her Sister) by Anthony Bridgerton