#Bridgerton Enterprise aU

[silverhallow]

Kate and Sophie Bridgerton giving their husbands heart-attacks as they pose together before the annual SB Foundation Ball…

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Gala (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader)

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader Modern AU Rated: 18+, just lots of thirst and suggestiveness Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.

Author's Note: Requested by and dedicated to @queenofmean14 Bit cracky and intended to be humorous 😜 Also credit to @broooookiecrisp from whom I pilfered the job details of her modern Anthony.

“He’s here.” Security announced in your earpiece. Not that you needed them to. You knew the Jaguar as it pulled up. So did the line of paparazzi who started to jostle for the clearest shot. But when he stepped out, you didn’t even know your own name. Anthony Bridgerton, CEO of Bridgerton House Enterprises and your boss, was going to make tonight even more difficult for you.

He had talked to you about his planned outfit beforehand, but you hadn’t gotten a preview and hadn’t envisioned it like this. A perfectly tailored velvet tux jacket accented with a diamond bee brooch. Smart shoes, an effortlessly coiffed wave of hair and most arresting of all, a pair of sleek shades that he slid on as he exited the car even though it was long past sundown. An errant corner of your brain replayed some 80’s song lyrics, but you couldn’t deny that the entire look worked. It worked entirely too well for you as your body flushed with heat and breathing suddenly became a task. The man could wear the hell out of a tux.

Granted, he always looked mouthwatering no matter how he was dressed, and as his executive assistant for the span of eight months you had seen the spectrum of his wardrobe. Everything hung so perfectly on his muscled frame, exuding old money power with a currently fashionable touch. Clothes made the man, but you suspected Anthony Bridgerton could elevate a bin bag. It was a visual challenge you had adapted to in your job, over time finding it easier and easier to speak to him without choking on your tongue first. His arrogant playfulness had helped with that and the two of you had built a deep mutual trust, a friendship even. You had bonded in the trenches of corporate crises enough to sling endearing insults at each other and always be blatantly honest. Except about one thing. You could obviously never reveal to him how desperately you wanted to jump his bones. How your blood simmered when his voice dropped to a certain pitch. How you broke into gooseflesh whenever he shook your hand and met you with something caring in his deep umber eyes. The light flirtation you both fell into from time to time certainly didn’t help either. And now with him in black tie, you began to wonder if this job was hazardous to your health.

Tonight was the company’s annual charity gala. A star-studded event at one of London’s best hotels where celebrities and socialites donated funds for the hospitals partnered with BHE. Anthony would give the closing speech and as planned, was the last to arrive on the red carpet so that he would get unencumbered press focus. You had spent the entire day on site making sure everything was prepped to perfection and now you stood at the top of the entry stairs with the other staff, ready to welcome the MVP of the evening. Given the high profile of the event, you had dressed for the occasion too. You would be seated at his table and weren’t going to be photographed looking like an intern. You had found a dress you loved, a shimmering number that showed off your best assets, and splurged on a hair and makeup artist. Maybe your position made you more akin to the prince’s valet but if this was how you got into the ball, you were going to make the most of it.

You watched Anthony pausing for photos, realizing this was one of the rare times you could observe him from afar. He moved with such confidence, back straight and head held high. He would run his fingers through his greying temples or brush a thumb over his stubbled chin while flashing that killer smile and your legs wanted to give out. He knew how to work a camera. It was one of the many awful, wonderful things about him. But if the attention helped raise money for charitable causes it was all worth it. You supposed your undergarments could suffer for the greater good. 

As he moved along, you noticed he was licking his lips. A peek of his tongue in the corner of his mouth as he faced your direction. He was probably hot under all the camera flashes. But that small gesture was infecting you with heat too. He really needed to stop or you were liable to tumble down the steps and really make a headline. It took all your strength not to fan yourself with the tablet you were holding until at last he ascended and gave you a dazzling smile, falling into step beside you as you moved indoors. 

You hovered in his orbit as he was greeted by the first throng of attendees at the bar and you called for a flute of champagne. When he was alone at last for a moment, you pulled him into a quiet corner and offered him the drink.

“Thirsty?”

“Sorry?” He moved closer, inclining his head. He was curiously still wearing his sunglasses indoors. You could smell his cologne. Amber and smoke and spice and it made you want to sink your teeth into his neck.

“Are you thirsty?” You said louder, shoving the glass into his hand as he chuckled.

“Why do you ask?” He took a sip.

What a stupid question. Couldn’t you just offer him some refreshment? Didn’t humans need to hydrate? Now you had to answer him.

“I um…” You wavered. “I saw you. You were…licking your lips out there so I just figured…”

His brows show up over his frames and he grinned. “You’re very attentive.”

Something shot down your spine. His voice was getting close to that register. “It’s my job to take care of your needs.” You reminded him, though you laid on a heavy layer of sarcasm.

“And you are so very good at it.” He rumbled, reaching the danger pitch. Oh god, he was going to assault you both visually and aurally at the same time, wasn’t he? He was going to flirt with you while daring to look like that. He was cruel, and he knew exactly what he was doing. 

He confirmed it by stepping even closer, turning so the front of his velvet jacket brushed your bare arm and he leaned down to murmur directly in your ear. “You look incredible by the way.”

You swallowed hard, instructing yourself to inhale and exhale. But that wasn’t really helping because his intoxicating scent was making things worse. You had to keep your head. You had to spar with him or else you were going to melt into the carpet. “So do you.” You pursed your lips and gave him an exaggerated once over as if you were only mildly impressed. “The glasses were a good choice.”

He smiled and you detected something genuine, like he was actually eager for your praise. He tapped the frames lightly. “Useful too. I don’t have to give anyone my undivided attention if I don’t want to. I could be talking to them while scanning the crowd and they would be none the wiser.”

This sounded like the setup for a joke. Something about not listening to you as you conducted him through his schedule for the evening. You were beginning to resent those glasses and you would let him know if he tried to get sassy with you.

“So what are you looking at?” You smirked, waiting for the punchline.

He took another sip of champagne, facing you but now you couldn’t be sure if he wasn’t staring directly over your head. “A beautiful woman who is driving me to distraction.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course. The man lived at the office and didn’t really have time for a social or romantic life. He would have to double up and treat a work event as an opportunity for a hookup. Especially at an event as glamorous as this, with so many swanlike women floating around and everyone dressed in their finest, you understood, despite the envy it flared in you.  

“Ah, I see. Is there someone I should invite over to your table?”

He shook his head, downed the last of the champagne and set it aside with a decisive clink. “Unnecessary. You’re already at my table.”

He said it so matter-of-factly it took your brain several seconds to even comprehend its meaning. You must have been going mad. Your heart started to pound, fueled equally by embarrassed confusion and ridiculous hope. There was no way. Absolutely no way on earth he could have said what you thought he said. And even if he had, he was just toying with you, right? 

“I’m not…” You stuttered, hoping he couldn’t see the blush you felt creeping up your neck. “You weren’t…you weren't looking at me.”

Then your breath caught in your throat as he rounded on you, standing directly before you so your back was pressed against the wall and all you could see was him. He loomed, black velvet and chestnut hair and perfect stubble. That scent was making you feral and now you could feel his hot breath across your skin. You could see yourself in the reflection of his dark lenses, peering up at him like trapped prey. This was how you died. Or lost your job. You were sure of it.

“How would you know?” He smiled wolfishly and tapped the glasses again. “All the better to see you with, my dear.” 

You were hit by lightning. The gooseflesh rippled across your skin. Your underwear soaked. All you could do was stand there and tremble as he ran a finger idly up and down your arm. You were surprised sparks weren’t erupting out of your skin where he touched you. 

“Why do you think I was licking my lips?” He asked in a low voice, finally removing the shades to pierce through you with his dilated, chocolate eyes. “I’m afraid even with the champagne, I’m still thirsty.” Then he did it again, flicking that weapon of mass destruction across his luscious bottom lip and staring at you pointedly.

Your brain functioned enough to realize that he was breathing just as heavy as you were. And that he was opening a door, giving you an option. The option you had been fantasizing about since the day you met him. It seemed too good to be true. You were half convinced you were dreaming in a coma after faceplanting down the steps outside thanks to his appearance. But the prickle of your electrified nerves and the river between your thighs felt real enough to persuade you that you were indeed still in your own body. You were not going to pass this up, whatever it might lead to. Really, you wanted to scream aloud like you had won the lottery.

But instead you whispered, “There’s water in the green room.”

He grinned broadly, creasing that dimple in his left cheek that you wanted to lick right off his face. “Excellent idea. I think we’ll need an emergency private conference to…go over my notes.”

His hand found the small of your back and you prayed that your legs would carry you that far. This was really going to throw off the itinerary but you were good at your job, you could adjust. You smiled back at him. “Whatever you say, sir. I’m here to take care of your needs.”

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp @secretagentbucky @colettebronte @faye-tale

[hopepaigeturner]

So I got an AU stuck in my head...

Inspired by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies; BRILLIANT Villainous Viscount AU (read on AO3 here). So all creds go to her!

And while she has done a beautiful fic about Benophie in this universe, Thieves of Dusk (10% RECOMMEND A READ. Read on AO3 here). But we’ve been chatting about my own ideas for Benophie. So, with her blessing here’s my version...

Unlike @orangepeelshortbreadcookies' version, the Bridgertons never buy themselves a title, they remain the kingpin family of London. Anthony at the helm having spent the last decade building an empire spanning multiple gambling halls, clubs, black market auctions and trade alongside an underground boxing exhibition series. And that does not cover the other more hidden enterprises that Anthony has, through the years, built. An entangled spider web entangling individuals from street urchins to the highest of Lords.

And as the second in command with quick fingers and his charming smile, Benedict is the main manager of most establishments. Colin might herald the boxing rings but Benedict is the one prowling the shop floor. Not to mention Benedict being a constant shadow for Anthony when they embark on more… nefarious ventures.

Benedict loves the adrenalin of midnight capers, the complex game of the black market. He has immense pride at how the Bridgerton family turned their lives around with blood, grit and grime so has no qualm palming money off toffs who have never picked up anything heavier than a pen in their life.

He loves his life…but still. Some nights, when waiting for Anthony outside a room where he is having one of his business dealings, or when he looks around the gambling shop floor at the same faces, he’ll look up at the moon and wish for a simpler life where he didn’t have to look over his shoulder or that he didn’t have to be second. To have the freedom he enjoys on the afternoons and nights he breaks into the Royal Academy to sketch or paint. To have the silence and peace rather than the carousing commotion of the city.

But he cannot leave, he cannot abandon Anthony, he cannot forsake his brother who has taken so much burden and blood on his hands—even if he’s never been the one to make the killing blow. Benedict has always been the one washing his hands.

And then one night he walks across the floor of the club and he spots her. She is sat at a table in a dishevelled silver dress wearing a matching demi-mask that does nothing to mask her beauty. In front of her is a steadily growing pile of chips in front of her.

A fizzing sensation ripples through him, a sensation he'd tucked away on the day they found their father dead. And in that moment, his entire life changes…

And that's just beginning...

Read Part 2 Here

[hukkelberg]

very well. as has become tradition once I hit up a certain number of doc files...

a non comprehensive list of every bridgerton fic I'm writing

(writing is a very loose term)

ANTHONY/PENELOPE

the hour I wait for you. chaptered. forced marriage, accidental compromising, slow burn. set during season two through (what would be) season three. minor colin/penelope and anthony/kate.

The season he intends to marry, the Viscount Bridgerton approaches Miss Penelope Featherington with a request for her exceptional insight on the society ladies. In turn, he promises himself he shall find her an agreeable husband. His promise is turned on its head when he and Penelope are found in an extremely compromising position by none other than her mother—caught in Portia Featherington's schemes as a result of a wardrobe malfunction, the two have no other option but to marry in an effort to safeguard their good names.

Penelope is not the wife Anthony wished for. Anthony is not the Bridgerton she wanted to marry. And yet, once they get past the bitter taste of betrayal and injustice, they very well may become good friends. Anything else is, of course, out of the question.

with her at his mercy. one-shot. lady whistledown identity reveal, bit of a season one rewrite. obvious canon divergence. explicit.

Anthony should not toy with her. A proper gentleman, the gentleman he ought to be, would have stopped teasing the girl after a couple kisses. Only, it is simply so easy to take advantage, isn’t it? What with her at his mercy.

January, 1814. Anthony, Viscount Bridgerton, is a proper Rake and unlikely to stop being so any time soon. The only thing he is committed to is his own family and their legacy, certain Opera singers notwithstanding. One day, as he wanders the streets of London near dawn, he happens upon the figure of a pretty, little lady dressed as a maid and follows her, accidentally unearthing the truth behind the woman terrorizing the ever ebullient ton. Surely a few kisses are a small price to pay for the aiding and abetting of London’s biggest secret.

i do everything in tongues. one-shot. modern au. fucking the CEO basically. porn with like 20% plot. and like, inspired by that one jane the virgin scene. this was meant to be my smut practice.

Penelope Featherington is a freelance journalist who ends up working at the Bridgerton company's marketing division during a rough patch. To alleviate her stress and pass the time in the long hours in office, she turns to writing nasty erotica about herself in second person, something she'll never be able to publish and is meant for no eyes but hers. And Anthony Bridgerton's, apparently, since she accidentally forwards her latest document to him whilst saving. Anthony, a longtime family friend and the CEO of the enterprise, takes the whole thing in good spirits, they laugh about it and that's it. Except her detailed writing soon translates into extremely vivid dreams for Anthony, which plague him at every hour. She under his desk, him pressing her against the window, her arms tied at the headboard of his bed... it's driving him insane. Everything provokes him. She's literally just drinking water in front of him. Something shall have to be done about it, sooner rather than later, and who better to relieve his pain that the woman who's front and centre of all his fantasies?

BENEDICT/PENELOPE

everything we left the garden for. one-shot. the one that got away, in a way. more like not-lovers find each other again. grief. technically a kid fic.

The summer of 1817, in the height of their youth, Penelope Featherington and Benedict Bridgerton took a detour on the way to visit the new Lady Crane, and ended up in the famed blacksmith's shop in Gretna Green. What transpired there soon became clear, and had hard repercussions for them both: Benedict Bridgerton married Sophie Beckett, Penelope's maid, and Penelope was ruined. The scandal prompted a fallout between the second Bridgerton and the rest of his family, and he took off to the countryside with his wife and newly born little girl. Penelope, summarily disowned by her mother, stayed indefinitely at the mercy of Eloise Crane.

Now, almost twenty years later, Penelope has made a name and fortune for herself as the most prolific writer in Britain, a favourite of Princess Victoria's and the eager ton. Benedict, widowed and struggling, sends her a letter: his child is set to debut soon, and in absence of his family, needs the guidance of a sensible adult woman as she navigates the den of vipers they both know London can be. Penelope's acceptance soon has father and daughter living under her roof, but their stay provides unexpected challenges: the proximity of the other Bridgertons, the subtle scorn of the ton who still remember them, and these funny feelings that develop between them as they brave the world with only one another in arm.

an offer from a gentleman. undefined, probably a one-shot. crossdressing, misogyny, explicit. inspired by unmasked by the marquess.

Percival Featherington, third child but first son, was easily the most lovable man England had ever seen. Short and stout, with flaming red hair and a blinding smile, Percy had the most agreeable personality and the kindest heart. He should've taken London by storm. But he was dead. Drowned in a lake. Taken Father with him. And what were they to do, all four Featherington women, now bereft, with a gaping hole where son and brother had been? A plan is hatched in the night, before the bodies have grown cold. As twins, Penelope looks the most like him. She has the brains too, and the way to feign—already took most classes at Cambridge for him without anyone noticing. The sacrifice, at the end, is not very much at all. Penelope Featherington never amounted to much. But Percival—he was a loss the world may never recover from. All's well that ends well.

Until Benedict Bridgerton chances upon Percival Featherington in the middle of a bath and finds, instead of his friend, the most attractive woman he has ever seen.

i do not know what to do with my heart. one-shot. technically book canon but like, shoehorned into show canon? an extension of a particular moment, because i really wanted benedict to suffer.

“I am not going to marry your brother Benedict,” Penelope says tightly. “It doesn’t hurt his feelings when I announce that I am not going to marry him. Does it, Mr. Bridgerton?”

“Of course not,” he answers quickly. Only—

Only he does mind, a little.

Or: Benedict comes to learn two things that fateful evening. Firstly, Penelope Featherington is in love with his brother. Secondly, he may have some conflicting feelings about the fact.

you're lucky I'm a private person. one-shot. modern au.

Penelope Featherington has tried her best to keep her personal life and her academic life kilometers apart. Her family fallen out of grace due to her father's gambling, she has had to toil hard to get back up the ladder, into a good school, into just the right places to ensure a comfortable future. Long gone are the snotty people she rubbed elbows with during childhood, and she's better for it too. Save for the Bridgertons, she has kept no connections, and is determined to brave the way up her exclusive program with no help. But when she forgets an important notebook back home and Benedict Bridgerton is the only one available to deliver it, the worlds she’s tried so hard to keep apart finally collide.

untitled. one-shot. second chance lovers. first love. he fell first but she fell harder. also slightly a kid fic. also also technically borrowing the plot from when he was wicked, if you think about it.

At the end of her third season, upon receiving direction from her mother, Penelope Featherington marries the Marquess of Tenyham. Richard Crowley is 57 years old, a widower, and already in possession of an unruly ten year old boy when they meet. He wants her for no reason other than companionship, and perhaps a warm place in his bed. Penelope is not stupid. This is the best chance she'll get.

Except it's not, because Benedict Bridgerton has been in love with her near since the day they met. Stepping back in favour of his stupid brother, he has had to watch the woman he loves marry an old man, raise his son, and live happily away from him. But no more. Five years later, the Marquess now dead, Benedict will not lose this chance.

untitled. one-shot. forced marriage, accidental compromising. very light, I believe, a little crack-y.

What can he say? The bed was warm. He was well into his cups. The night was dark and he—well, he's stupid, isn't he? He thought they already knew that.

When Benedict veers left instead of right after a night of drinking, he slips into his bed to find a warm body waiting for him. Unthinking, he slides a hand over her hips, wraps an arm around the waist, and promptly falls asleep with his face in her neck. The morning after he awakes to a shriek and a slap, and a very frightened Penelope staring at him in her nightclothes. He wishes he could say he was only shocked. He isn't. Very visibly so.

the extraordinary adventures of intrepid eloise bridgerton. one-shot. isekai, technically, and reverse isekai too. not entirely sure I'll ever write this one out, but I've been pondering.

Having compromised the girl without intending to, and quickly developing very pressing intentions, Benedict has all of three weeks to woo his disgruntled little lady before she becomes his wife. That's all very well. The road to heaven is not without its bumps.

untitled (regency paper). one-shot. a mock historical article about penelope's identity as whistledown. this is meant to be like a scrapbook but in written form of excerpts from an alternative reality in which they're real.

A historical analysis of Benedict and Penelope's marriage through the eyes of several historians writing about her writings, his paintings, and the sentiments which inspired their work.

Penelope Featherington is the author of best selling children's series The Extraordinary Adventures of Intrepid Eloise Bridgerton. A huge commercial success despite it being a historical fiction about a little girl with a heart for fairness, Penelope has written about Eloise and her family for over a decade. She should know them all by heart. And yet, now that it's time to write the last installment, she finds herself stuck, staring at the blank page which will mark the end of an era. Her life's work. Perhaps that is the issue. How can she let Eloise go if she is all Penelope has?

Then, the answer to her questions shows up at her door. Quite literally. Penelope opens her front door to find Eloise Bridgerton staring back at her, ever the same as she ever was. Behind her, not that this offers much respite, is her brother Benedict. Eloise pushes past her, a blinding smile in her face. "You are a hard woman to find, Miss Author."

OTHER SHIPS/GENERAL

sweetness that she gave to me. gregory/penelope. age difference, technically book canon again, first love. very sweet. written entirely because I saw one too many mentions of gregory harbouring a crush on pen.

Gregory Bridgerton had declared his intentions to marry Miss Penelope Featherington quite clearly, he believed, at age nine in the Bridgerton drawing room. It is neither his fault nor his concern if no one, including his future wife, had taken him seriously. Very well. It should be fun to see her surprised.

the heart is the kindest homeland. benedict/OC (POSSIBLY sophie, if I like her well enough). possibly chaptered, but small ones. transmigration, magic, fish-out-of-water.

Eloise Bridgerton meets a witch in Bath and brings back some scrying salts to Aubrey Hall. What starts out as a bit of fun in the gardens ends up with Eloise soaking wet, and Benedict hauling up a strange girl from the future out of the pond. When Anthony offers the girl a position as governess to his children for the foreseeable future, both Eloise and Benedict protest. They have uprooted this girl's life altogether. The least they can offer her is a season.

waltz of caprice. colin/OC. lost in austen au. one-sided rivals to lovers.

In another world, the Bridgerton tales go like this: eight siblings, named in alphabetical order, take Regency England in storm in their hard won whirlwind tales of love. All, except two: Mr Benedict Bridgerton, and his brother, Colin Bridgerton, who vie for the affections of one single, pudgy, much overlooked lady. Penelope Featherington. The thrilling conclusion to this love triangle comes in the latest book, featuring, much to one fan’s distaste, Colin’s story. Penelope ends up with him.

Eliza Peña, Benedict’s #1 fan, is much disgruntled.

And then, Eloise Bridgerton pushes open a door. Eliza enters the world of Bridgerton, at the beginning of the book, and she will not let anybody stop her from achieving the rightful ending. Less of all damned Colin Bridgerton, of all people.

untitled. eloise/penelope. one-shot. yearning, first kiss, technically very trans.

Eloise imagines what life could've been if either she or Penelope had been born male probably much too frequently not to be worrying.

untitled. simon & penelope. one-shot. lady whistledown identity reveal. just a little friendship! what can I say!

At the first ball of the season, Simon Basset, Duke of Hastings, makes a most unlikely acquaintance. Penelope Featherington, a girl whom by all appearances ought to be encouraging his attentions, is quite intent on unmaking it. Yes, he thinks, she shall make a perfect ally.

[silverhallow]

In honour of this I should probably Update Wildest Dreams today no?

Hi! Saw you guys got Wildest Dreams trending on tiktok, thought you should have my version 😘😘😘😘

http://taylor.lnk.to/wildestdreamsTV

[theuhurabang]

The Uhura Bang 2021- Works By Genre/Ship

Alternatively: Check out The Uhura Bang collection on AO3!

Key: Fanart, Fic, Fic with fanart

Miscellaneous:

“All Hail Our Star trek Goddess” [tumblr]

“Beyond Antares” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Hanging Out On Cargo Deck Three” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Lady With A Tribble” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Lullaby” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Show Tribbles” [tumblr] [ao3]

“The Star” [tumblr]

“Knight Uhura” [tumblr]

“Uhura Hears All The Juicy Gossip” [tumblr] [ao3]

Unnamed Portrait [tumblr]

Chapura, or Chuhura (Chapel/Uhura):

“Captain’s Quarter’s” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Glacies I” [tumblr] [ao3]

“My Soul Is In The Sky” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Reality Is Debateable (Or: Tuesday On The Starship Enterprise” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Speaking From The Heart” [tumblr] [ao3]

Gaila/Uhura

“Convent Of The Orions” [tumblr] [ao3]

Spuhura (Spock/Uhura):

“I Know You” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Spuhura Bridgerton AU” [tumblr] [ao3]

“The City On The Edge Of Forever (Redux)” [tumblr] [ao3]

Rand/Uhura

“Kiss On The Bridge” [tumblr] [ao3]

T’Pura (T’Pring/Uhura)

"A Flower For The Lady" [tumblr]

“Can We Love Again?” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Turbolift Rescue” [tumblr] [ao3]

Kirk & Uhura

“This Shot’s On Me” [tumblr] [ao3]

“Two On The Same Page Here” [tumblr] [ao3]

[silverhallow]

congratulations! <3 I've been following a long time and love everything you've done for us benophies! could I request an angst benophie drabble for "did you really believe I cared for you?" I'm sorry I love angst so had to ask, it was hard to pick I want an angst drabble from each prompt haha

Okay so this one starts off dark ish… and I’ve had to put a happy spin on it cause it was making me mad 😂

It’s set in the Bridgerton Enterprise AU (so wildest dreams)

Words: 504

Warnings: it’s angsty AF to start with and B May seen out of character…

“Benedict please” Sophie cried, tears falling thick and fast down her face as she looked up at him, her world shattering around her as the wind and the rain pounded down on the ground.

Her clothing soaked, her hair plastered to her head as she stared up at the front door of the place she had once called her home, to the man she loved, who she thought loved her…

The thunder cracked and the lightning flashed as her heart shattered with the sound of the thunder that rocked the city.

“No…” he said, his voice cold and unyielding as he stared down her.

“But… you… you told me you loved me!” Sophie cried, begging for him to explain, for him to tell her anything.

He had been her world, he was her world… without him she wasn’t sure how to survive anymore…

He was connected to everything, her work, her home… without Benedict she was left with nothing.

She should have known it was coming… Everyone left in the end but she had thought he was different.

The laugh that rang out into the night air was comical, it was cold and it was everything she had never associated with him “did you really believe I cared for you?” he sneered “that I loved you…” he laughed shaking his head “you are nothing… nothing but a bastard… undeserving and a whore…”

He couldn’t have landed a better punch if he had brought his fist back, slammed it into her chest and ripped her heart out right in front of her eyes… and that…

That was how it felt.

Sophie reeled backwards, her tiny bag of things in her hand.

“We’ve got your business now… we’ve got everything… it was the plan all along… I just… got a bit of fun along the way” he smirked “now go, before I call the police”

The door slammed in Sophie's face, she sobbed and let out a scream as she collapsed to the floor and felt the world disappear from underneath her as she screamed and cried

~*~

“Sophie… Sophie… Sweetheart wake up” she heard a voice, and with a start she woke up, her heart hammering as tears fell down her face in her sleep.

As her eyes readjusted to the light she saw the face and she crawled backwards, her dream, her nightmare had been so real… to see him so close…

“It’s okay. It was just a dream… it was just a nightmare” he whispered, crawling forward, gingerly and carefully so as not to startle her as he pulled her into his arms.

His face was white, she had to wonder how much he had heard, how much she’d screamed…

Benedict had heard it all, his heart broke… she’d never had a nightmare like this before… the trial was causing it, he knew that and the sooner that bitch rotted in hell, the sooner they could move on… he kissed her temple “I love you Sophie, always and forever… it was just a dream”

[eleanor-bradstreet]

The Field: Dandelions (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Modern AU Rated: G - mild suggestiveness, fluff and romance Word count: 2.7k

Part 2: Lavender Forever Masterpost

Summary: When you visit Aubrey Hall to celebrate an important day in your career, Benedict offers some new experiences.

Author's Note: The first in a four-part series based on songs about fields/nature that I associate with Benedict. This part is based on the song Dandelions by Ruth B

Today was the day. The day you were announced as Creative Director for Bridgerton House Enterprises. The day your life took a turn for the extraordinary. Even though you had known you would reach this tier and even though the man doing the announcing was one of your oldest friends, the enormity of the milestone still toyed with your nerves. The announcement was being rolled into the company’s first corporate outing at the CEO’s family home, Aubrey Hall. An embarrassingly large ancestral estate with sprawling grounds, it was a picturesque retreat for you and your colleagues to be feted while celebrating your successes and paving a roadmap for your future.

You had been there before of course, several times. It had actually been your idea to move the company outing to the spot. You found something reassuring in the calm grandeur of the place. Maybe it was the grounds themselves or maybe it was just your relationship with Anthony. Friends since uni, you had joined him and his innumerable siblings there for a few shooting weekends and holidays over the years. After chatty meals and some raucous nights that involved climbing out of windows, the latter of which you hoped his mother would never learn about, being there filled you with happy memories. 

You and the Viscount had stumbled upon one another in your first year, headed home from late night parties arm-in-arm, singing and shouting with that unfiltered, instantaneous friendship that can only be formed by two people who just met and are both obliterated with drink. After an extremely messy mashing of tongues and unsuccessful attempt to bed each other, you both woke with embarrassment, headaches and quick realizations that your personalities were not romantically compatible. You would either have ended up murdering or driving one another off cliffs with your shared obstinance, but it was exactly that challenging streak that bound you tightly as sardonic friends and academic rivals. You cheered one another through school and then cheered one another through life as he took his rightful place within his father’s company, and you carved out a career in marketing and design. When his former Creative Director had left, you were the first person he called. Even though your preexisting relationship was no secret, you had still wanted to prove yourself and learn the culture before being handed departmental reins, so for the past year you had worked in a lower level role, getting to know the team and the company’s needs until you had told Anthony you were ready to step up.

As excited as you were, several factors were amping your anxiety. The concern that you would be seen as little more than a nepotism hire. But you supposed there was nothing you could do about that. The details of the event had fallen under your purview too, and you had been juggling caterers and florists and groundskeepers until your head spun. And then there was the brother. Benedict Bridgerton. As a show of support the Bridgerton clan were in attendance at the outing too. It was their home after all. But that left you in constant danger of bumping into Benedict and experiencing the unavoidable effect he had on you.

The first time you saw him when Anthony invited you to Aubrey Hall years ago, it felt like an engine kicked on somewhere in your chest. A new, secondary energy source powering you through life simply by knowing he existed. It drove you to spend as much time as you could in his presence, roared with electricity whenever he was near and sputtered whenever you saw him with a paramour du jour. It was problematic how often he visited you in dreams and how you would flush with heat whenever Anthony mentioned him offhand at work. Benedict was mischievous, funny, and too charming for his own good, with all of the heart and soul to make up for Anthony’s acerbicism. Over the years of your acquaintance you had become friendly if not exactly friends, but you admittedly had never known anybody like him. You knew he did something artistic for a living but not exactly what. You knew he had his own place in London but not exactly where. You knew you had caught him looking at you at recent gatherings but weren’t sure exactly why. What you did know was that your eyes were incapable of looking at anything other than him when you were in the same room, and he was only making it worse by wearing a canary yellow button down to the outing.

You had moved through the event spaces trying to avoid him, not needing anything to fluster you more. That was why you were somewhat hiding in a distant hall of the house, one of your favorites where the family displayed a portion of their considerable art collection. Pieces were always changed out and you found yourself drawn to a new one, a landscape. It was a field on a spring day, windswept with rolling hills in the distance. The lush grass was dotted with flowers - yellow, white, and blue. You felt as if you were standing inside of it, a cool breeze tickling your skin and rustling through the bordering treeline.

You were lost inside the painting when someone spoke next to you, startling you out of your reverie.

“Ah! Dreams in Kent. Like what you see?”

It was Benedict. Of course it was. Beaming at you with that grin that you thought should be criminalized, but which always made you feel better somehow. Your evasion efforts had failed and your heart was now racing somewhere in the vicinity of your throat.

“Yes,” you smiled, trying to act casual. You turned back to the painting - the only safe place to set your eyes. “It’s beautiful. Your family has quite the collection. I’m sure it took generations of curation.”

His eyes followed yours to the canvas. “Oh, we didn’t find this one. We know the artist.” 

“Lucky for you. They’re talented.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Mmm. And he does commissions, if you’re interested.” He shuffled to stand closer at your side, both of you keeping your eyes on the gallery wall. You tried to school your breathing, focusing on the weight of the champagne flute in your hand, something solid unlike your legs.

“About how much for something this size, do you think?” You gestured to the painting mostly to humor him and keep the conversation light. You weren’t sure you were in the market for commissioned landscapes.

“For you? No charge.” 

It took your reeling brain a moment to process what he said. Then you realized he was facing you and smiling broadly. “You didn’t paint this?” you gasped. The cheeky devil. He lowered his head and blushed. Something inside you ached. As if he weren’t beautiful enough on his own, now you were forced to witness the multiplicative beauty wrought by his talented hands. You most certainly wanted to commission a piece now. “Oh my god, I had no idea,” you marveled. “You’re a real artist.”

“Real?” As soon as his brow knotted you wanted to kick yourself.

You sputtered, hoping he wouldn’t take offense. “Oh, I just mean…I knew you were an artist but I didn’t know what kind of work you did. I was thinking more pop art or abstract…”

“Like sculptures made out of cotton balls?” His grin widened, creasing the most delightful lines around his bright eyes. 

You breathed a sigh of relief. You should have known he would be good humored. “Exactly.”

“Is that what Anthony says about me?” He arched a brow.

“No,” you said firmly, and it was the truth. “He’s obviously proud of you. He just left out the classical landscape bit.” 

The warmth that radiated out of his smile finally put you at ease. Yes, you had a crush on him but you were a grown woman. You could hold yourself together during some friendly banter. You didn’t know why Benedict alone seemed to reduce you to a babbling schoolgirl. Interactions with him felt more poignant, more significant somehow. Whenever he looked at you, even though it was hard to breathe, paradoxically you felt alive, free. You felt happy. You’d probably be in closer proximity to him once you stepped into Anthony’s C suite, so it was time to relax and get to know him better.

You turned back to the painting. “So was this plein air?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “A field on the edge of the property. It’s a quiet spot which is…hard to find with my family.” He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans then his voice dropped to a register you had never heard before. “Speaking of, you’ve been here before but you haven’t seen this spot. Do you want an extended tour? To survey for a vista you may want to commission?”

His eyes leveled on you, glinting. There went any attempt at keeping your composure. This was blatant flirtation. An invitation to…something. A private tour to a secluded spot? Your heart was doing its best to make itself heard again, thrumming to the point you worried it was visible. The evening’s scheduled events wouldn’t begin for another two hours, and you reasoned that some exercise may help settle your nerves. Was there any way you could decline this offer?

“Alright.”

True to his word, Benedict showed you features of the Bridgerton property that you had never seen before. A far flung rose garden filled with statuary, agricultural outbuildings that had fallen into picturesque stages of disrepair, and the looming stone orangery that you had always observed from a distance but never approached. Unlike the goat barns it was still in use, housing an array of palms and warm weather plants in rows across the chess-tiled floor. Even though you had known the Bridgerton family for years, the trappings of their old money lives still gave you pause sometimes. You had hobnobbed with the higher classes your entire life but your middle class roots still caused you to gawp at and ridicule certain things. You each plucked an orange and ate them as you hiked past the lake in which you had swum before, crossed a fallow field and rounded a copse of trees. 

Then you saw it. Benedict had captured the field so perfectly, you knew you had arrived before he even spoke. The idyllic fantasy his painting had conjured in your mind was now fully realized, grass tickling at your ankles and breeze brushing through the nearby treeline. Fields rolled out before you to the horizon, beyond the Bridgerton property line but unbroken by any structures or barriers. Just a sea of peaceful green dotted spectacularly with the bright yellow of countless dandelions. It almost felt as if you had stepped out of time into some pocket dimension that only Benedict knew how to access.

“It’s stunning.” You suddenly realized that he was dressed perfectly to match the surroundings, looking like an overgrown dandelion himself in his yellow shirt. It was adorable and endearing. You smiled. “Have you ever made dandelion wine?”

“What?” He chuckled. “What on earth is that?”

“Ah, of course not. Someone whose family has an orangery wouldn’t have tried such a peasant recipe.” You smirked, unable to resist the jab. The field was invoking memories from your childhood. Hazy summers at your grandparents’ cottage in Cornwall where they taught you to gather and ferment the blooms into a sweet concoction. With their ample supply, you couldn’t help but feel that the Bridgertons were missing out.

“I’m not classist toward anything that can take the edge off.” Benedict slowly moved deeper into the field, dragging his feet through the grass. 

“Why is there an edge?”

He huffed a sigh, staring out at the horizon. “The usual. Quarter life crisis. Searching for a direction. Posh boy twat who dreams of being a starving artist.”

His crooked grin didn’t mask the plaintive look in his eyes. Blessed as he was with good looks, wealth and talent, the idea that Benedict may have anything less than a perfect life had never occurred to you.

“From what I’ve seen you’ve more than accomplished the artist bit. And consider it a blessing that you don’t have to starve. It appears to me that you have everything you need.” 

“Some things perhaps, but not everything.”

His tone was so uncharacteristically serious, his gaze so weighted, you worried he had found your comment dismissive. Now you had to make him smile again. Scanning the ground you quickly found a flower that had tufted into a perfect white orb. You picked it and held it out to him. “Then wish for what you want.”

He brightened and walked back toward you with a playful air. “Do you think it will come true?”

You shrugged. “Can’t hurt to try.”

He bent and picked another tufted stem. “Only if you wish too.” 

Something lodged in your throat. The last thing you had expected on this already monumental day was to be cozying up with your friend and boss’s younger brother for whom you had carried a candle for years. The heady excitement coupled with the beautiful backdrop was making everything feel surreal. The event at the house could have been taking place in another world entirely. All of your focus was here.

Smirking at each other, you stepped close and simultaneously blew on the flower held in the other’s hand. The gauzy seeds rose and swirled around you both, heightening the strange magic of the moment. You fought not to react to his proximity and the warm gust of his breath over your hand. Closing your eyes you made your silent wish - that this flirtation would continue; that Benedict perhaps saw you as you saw him; that you could call him your own, even if just for a short while. When you reopened them he was smiling at you.

“What did you wish for?”

You backed up a step, laughing. “No, that’s not how this works. If I tell you, it definitely won’t come true.”

“How do you know?” he lilted, closing the space between you again. “What if I’m the person who can deliver what you want?”

Oh god, was your wish that obvious? Was it so easy to read how much you wanted him? You supposed it was a common occurrence for a man like him but wanted to chastise yourself nonetheless. You would have if your mind wasn’t already paralyzed by the knowing look on his face.

You somehow managed to find your voice, deflecting meagerly. “You first. What did you wish for?” “Ah, I see how it is,” he chuckled. Then everything about his demeanor grew soft and intent. His blue-grey eyes searched yours and you were transfixed by their depth, as if within them you could see forever. “I wished for something just out of reach. Something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Or someone I should say.”

“Someone?” You asked, your voice tremulous. Your heart was pounding. There was no mistaking where this was going but you could scarcely believe that it was actually happening. Everything around you started to fall away, scattering like the dandelion tufts. Everything but his eyes, his lips, and the tender words that escaped them.

“I suppose my wish was to know if they thought of me too.” He peered up through his dark lashes, a calculated move that you knew was designed to devastate you.

“How funny,” you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper as you swayed toward him. “I wished the same thing.”

His eyes lit up and the engine within your chest roared. “Well look at that,” he leaned in, looping an arm around your waist. “My wish came true.” 

You moved with equal enthusiasm, pressing your lips together in a moment that was soft but fervent, carrying the weight of hidden feelings and the desire to explore further. He tasted of oranges and comfort; he felt so correct. You wound your arms around each other, warmed by the sun that shone bright across the field. You had been kissed many times in your life, but nothing compared to the breathless wonder of this one. This felt like once in a lifetime. A distant corner of your mind remembered that you needed to get back to the house soon but you were finding it difficult to care. Benedict began to hum happily as he kissed you over and over, winding a hand into your hair as he playfully nipped and sucked at your lips. Pulling back, he smiled and twirled the dandelion stem between his fingers. “These things do work.”

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp @secretagentbucky

[silverhallow]

I have to reblog this again and it’s so fucking perfect I can’t not!

Wildest Dreams

Written by @hallownight89

Synopsis: Sophia Marie Beckett has had a wretched 25 years of life. Until one night... when she meets a handsome Prince Charming at a Ball she should never have been at...Can she let herself be happy or is it all just in her wildest dreams?

A part of @hallownight89's Bridgerton Enterprises (BE) AU series

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton / Sophie Beckett

Rating: Mature

Chapters: 60/60

[eleanor-bradstreet]

A Special Day

Anthony Bridgerton and family Modern AU Rated: G, pure fluff Ficlet <1k words

Summary: Anthony's choice of a lavender shirt causes a stir.

Author's Note: We love this outfit. C'mon, how can you not love this outfit?!? Sometimes Jonny Bailey dresses so well, I have to write a fic about it. This is one of those 💜

“Oh dearest, there you are. Thank goodness you came down. Everyone is waiting outside.” Violet flitted around the foyer, moving to greet her son at the foot of the curving staircase. 

“Yes, I am aware,” Anthony nodded. “Apologies for the delay.”

They were surrounded by Bridgertons and the low buzz of everyone speaking at once. Today was important. The annual meeting for Bridgerton House Enterprises hosted at Aubrey Hall. A spring tradition where the family mingled with hundreds of their employees in the flowering gardens of the estate and where Anthony delivered a keynote speech. This year press were in attendance as well, since he would be announcing a global spread into five new international subsidiaries. The day had been planned in meticulous detail. The Bridgertons were to present a united family front as the face of the company. His wife, children and mother would be at his side, as would all of his siblings who had cared to attend.

“My, you look quite smart.” Violet surveyed him top to bottom. He had chosen a neutral linen suit over a turtleneck, tailored to perfection and befitting the garden party atmosphere. But he could hear the passive concern in his mother’s tone.

“What is it?”

“Your shirt.” She leaned in closer. “The lavender really suits you dear, but the dress code… We agreed we would all be in the family color.” She gestured back toward the clump of his relations behind her, outfitted in an array of blue. Benedict in a dark blue linen suit much like his own. Colin in something powder blue and a bit too haute couture but passable. Daphne and Simon were present and his tie matched the cornflower blue shade of her dress. Kate was affixing navy bow ties to their two sons and was herself wrapped in a blue sari. His mother wore a white dress adorned with a print of blue flowers. He would stick out like a sore thumb.

“I know, Mother, but…”

“Anthony.” His wife had spotted him and marched over to join them, her tone much less forgiving. “What are you wearing? Purple? Really? Why did you change? We had your outfit laid out for you this morning!”

He knew he had to tread carefully when Kathani looked at him that way. “My love, I know. There was a last minute wardrobe adjustment.”

“Why?” She glowered. “What did you do?”

As he gawped, somewhat terrified, a third onlooker joined the crowd. 

“Well don’t you look lovely!” Benedict beamed at him, reaching out to smooth his lapels. “Uncharacteristic of you to break the rules brother, but it’s about time you tried it! That color is doing wonders for you. The combination shouldn’t work, but it does.” He plucked at the fabric of the turtleneck and Anthony swatted his hand away. 

“Thank you,” he growled. “I didn’t know this would be the cause of so much commentary. It’s only a bloody shirt and it’s what I am wearing for the day.”

“Oh but I’m sure we can find you a blue shirt,” Violet fretted.

“Anthony, what is the meaning of this?” Kate hissed.

An assistant called over the heads of his bustling family. “Two minutes, Lord Bridgerton! You’re needed outside.”

“Papa!” A small voice called from the top of the stairs. Everyone quieted and turned to see Charlotte, Anthony’s youngest, perched primly by the bannister. She too had foregone the blue outfit her mother had provided that morning and was instead wearing her favorite princess dress up costume; a polyester explosion of shimmering purple fabrics, topped off with a garish plastic tiara. 

A smile broke wide across Anthony’s face and he jogged back up the steps to take her tiny hand and help her down. At four years old and with one hand needed to gather her skirts, her father’s assistance was required to navigate the tall stairs. They slowly descended back to the family, then Anthony straightened his jacket and looked around at them all with a vindicated smirk.

He could see the exasperation in Kate’s eyes as she bent to their daughter. “Charunya, why did you not put on the blue dress I picked for you?”

The girl jutted her chin into the air, a perfect mirror of her mother’s obstinance. “Because Papa said today was special and so I wanted to wear my special dress. It’s my favorite color.”

Kate shot a glance up at her husband who could only shrug in mock defeat. They both knew once their daughter set her mind on something, woe betide any who tried to divert her from it. It was a behavior Anthony had grown quite familiar with during the course of his marriage. With a tight timeline for the day, he had chosen the path of least resistance and let Charlotte dress herself. 

“And did your Papa say he would wear purple with you?” Kate asked.

“Yes,” the little girl nodded. “So I would not be alone.”

Kate looked back at her husband with love in her eyes. Violet brought a hand to her mouth and Benedict swaggered away with a grin. Anthony reached down and took Charlotte’s hand again.

“Are you ready for our special day, my princess?”

“Yes, Papa,” she smiled. Then together they walked across the foyer and outside into the waiting crowds, leading a parade of blue-bedecked Bridgertons behind them.

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp @secretagentbucky @colettebronte @sorryallonsy @queenofmean14

[silverhallow]

I can't, Breathe, Without you

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: A couple of hours with Uncle Phillip and Aunt Eloise in the park go drastically wrong and little Charlie ends up in the hospital

warnings: Whump. mentions of poison and allergic reactions in a child, very poorly child, links to the book. angst.

word count: 735 words

author's note: part of the Bridgerton Enterprise au. this has a sort of happy ending. part of Ash's Drabbles, prompt 17 "let us not go there"

There was nothing more heartbreaking than watching your child struggling to breathe. A breathing tube had been fitted and it was helping but there was not much else that the doctors could do.

Sophie had come running through the doors of the hospital, frantic at having gotten the call from a frantic Phillip.

He and Eloise had taken the three boys to the park for the afternoon whilst Sophie went to a meeting and Benedict was in his studio. Since finding out Sophie was pregnant with their fourth child, she’d been sicker than she had been with Charlie, Alex and William but with their baby girl…

She’d been weak, sick and struggling but she had found some strength, this was a big meeting and she knew she had to go. This was getting the Bridgerton x Penwood brand into America, onto more than just the fashion week, this was a chance to dress the stars at the Met Gala and she wasn’t going to miss that for the world.

So Eloise and Phillip had agreed to take the kids, with the twins, for a few hours whilst Sophie went to her meeting. 

Neither Sophie nor Benedict had expected the call.

Phillip was beating himself up, he’d taken his eyes off them for 5 seconds whilst Amanda was crying having fallen and grazed her knee only for Alex to scream as Charlie touched a plant that had an almost instant reaction.

Foxglove. Phillip went pale the instant he saw it, demanding from a terrified and crying Alex to know if Charlie had eaten it.

But he hadn’t put the plant near his lips, but he had inhaled the pollen as he’d leaned in to sniff it, wanting to pick the pretty flowers to give to their mummy and the moment he’d sniffed it, he gasped and wasn’t able to breathe.

The pollen had gotten into his lungs and filled with them liquid, an allergic reaction combined with the poison was what had caused Charlie to collapse.

The ambulance had managed to get him to the hospital and got him stable, draining the fluid from his lungs by the time Sophie and Benedict had come rushing in to the hospital frantic and worried.

And it was where they had remained for the last three days, Charlie was on a breathing machine, supporting his weak lungs, keeping him alive, keeping him breathing.

Sophie had refused to leave the hospital, Violet had taken Alex and William to allow her son and daughter in law to remain at the hospital. Though Benedict was worried about his wife, Sophie had hardly slept or ate since they’d arrived at the hospital.

“Soph you need to sleep, just an hour, something. You need to look after yourself and our little girl…” he said

“I can’t… I can’t Ben. whenever i close my eyes i wake up thinking… thinking Charlie… what if he… i can’t… I can’t do it”

“Sophie. Let’s not go there” Benedict said “Charlie is going to be fine, he’s been through worse before, when he was born and he’s made it to this point, he’s strong. He’s going to be okay, he’s going to pull through soon enough. It’s just taking time, lungs don’t just heal in a matter of hours, they’re going to take time but he is going to be okay”

“You can’t know that… you can’t promise that” Sophie said helplessly.

“I can, because you’re his mummy, you came through hell, you’ve recovered from a trauma, with your genes, there is no way he can’t…” Benedict said

“But you…”

“Do not go there Sophie, Charlie is going to be fine, but please… I need you to look after yourself, please babe, just have an hour, if anything happens i’ll wake you up i promise…” Benedict said to her, pleading with her.

Sophie looked up at him, saw the pain in his eyes and felt the exhaustion in her body, she knew she was struggling and Benedict was right, she needed to sleep “okay but i’m sleeping here, just… don’t leave me and wake me if anything happens” Sophie begged “and only an hour”

Sophie climbed into the camp bed that the hospital had put down for them, Benedict settled in the chair and before long he felt himself drifting off, unaware that little Charlie was stirring in the bed next to him, starting to eventually wake up.

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📇 Tumblr Drabbles

Life goes on - modern Benophie

No More - Benophie Mafia Au

Weather the Storm - modern Benophie

Night Terrors - Benophie Phoenix rising Au

A spies honour - Benophie Spies AU

Homeward bound - Benophie spies AU

Beautiful Nightmare Part 1 of Modern Benophie

Waiting Game Part 2 of Modern Benophie

Wisps of smoke part 3 of modern Benophie

Memories part 4 of modern Benophie

Oceans apart Benophie Bodyguard AU

This means war benophie crime family au

This means war part 2 Benophie crime family au

One Kiss - Random Benophie drabble

Say you love me - Benophie drabble

Good idea - Philoise drabble

A dream come true - Benophie one shot

What do you mean - Benophie one shot

Cat got your tongue - random Benophie au

It’s a love story baby just say yes - WWWY AU Benophie

I love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard - teenage Uni benophie

I cant breath without you - Bridgerton enterprise AU - Benophie with a hint of philose

Accidents happen - roommates Benophie (smutty)

Art of Misunderstanding - Uni benophie

The sea witch’s curse - random Benophie

Not so delightful - regency Benophie

I’d marry you with paper rings - WWWY Benophie

[silverhallow]

I would like to think that Benedict would look after Sophie when she ill

Oh he totally would!

he'd be very worried about her, over the top taking care of her, and not letting her move a muscle out of sheer fear he was going to lose her.

I don't think i've written a Regency story like this but I know i've defo written a couple of Modern ones of Benedict taking care of her, one for the Four Seasons AU and another in the Bridgerton Enterprise AU.

[silverhallow]

Modern Stories:

🏢 Bridgerton Enterprise AU: (Various) Deleted Scenes from the BE AU Status: Probably Complete Works: 7 Highest Rating: M

␡Bridgerton Enterprise AU Deleted Scenes: (Various) Deleted Scenes from the BE AU Status: Not Complete Works: 51 Highest Rating: E

🌷When We Were Young AU: (Kanthony/Benophie) modern version of AMD AU Status: WIP Works: 8 Highest Rating: M

🔥Phoenix Rising AU: (Benophie) from the Ashes - an Angsty story! Status: Not Complete Works: 2 Highest Rating: M

👫Friends with Benefits AU: (Benophie) Time after Time AU Status: Not Complete Works: 3 Highest Rating: M

🎫 Nerdy Benophie AU: (Benophie) Geologist Benedict, Literarcy curator Sophie Status: Not Complete Works: 1 Highest Rating: M

🐾 Animal Farm AU :(Benophie) Vet Sophie, Farmer Girl... Paws for Thought AUStatus: Not Complete Works: 3 Highest Rating: M

🖼 A Work of Art AU: (Benophie) Artist Benedict, Interior Designer part french/part italian SophieStatus: Not Complete Works: 3 Highest Rating: M

👩🏼‍🦽Boulevard of Broken Dreams: (Various) Angstiest Benophie by far... Teenage Benophie Status: Not Complete Works: 8 Highest Rating: M

🎞Starstruck AU: (Benophie) Famous Director Benedict, Nurse Sophie - Biggest IdiotStatus: Not Complete Works: 2 Highest Rating: M

👑 Football Royalty: (Benophie) Dual Lives. Bridgerton's are Royal family Status: WIP Works: 1 Highest Rating: T

📚World War II: (Benophie) World War 2 Benophie Status: WIP Works: 1 Highest Rating: T

⛄️Four Seasons: (Benophie) Stories set over Four Seasons Status: WIP Works: 2 Highest Rating: M

🚬Benophie Mafia AU: (Benophie and a splash of Kanthony) Status: WIP works: 2 rating: E

👨🏼‍🎨Modern Benophie One Shots: Status: Not Complete Works: 18 Highest Rating: E

🐝 Modern Bridgerton One Shots: (Various) One shots of the Bridgerton's in a modern Setting Status: Not Complete Works: 8 Highest Rating: M

🐝 Modern Bridgerton AU's: (Various)Multi Chapter One shots of the Bridgerton's in a modern SettingStatus: Not Complete Works: 2 Highest Rating: M

🏠The Rokesby Collection: (Various) Stories about the rokesby's Status: Not Complete Works: 1 Highest Rating: T

👸 Princess Diaries AU: (Benophie) Princess Sophie AU Status: Not Complete Works: 1 Highest Rating: G

👫 Strangers: (Benophie) Strangers to lovers AU Status: Not complete Works: 1 Highest Rating: T (subject to change)

🎓IN PERPETUUM ET UNUM DIEM (FOREVER AND A DAY): (Kanthony/Benophie) - Co written with @fact-fictionx University Era Status: On permanant hiatus Works: 1 Highest Rating: M

[silverhallow]

For the fic writer asks: ✨🎉💞

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Any of the Bridgerton Enterprise AU but mostly wildest dreams. It was my first real full story so I wish people asked more about that AU

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Never… I really should but like fishing a story is usually done weeks if not months before it’s posted so it can take awhile…

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

Plot. I usually know 90% of my plot or at least the ending before I start writing

Fanfic writers asks

[silverhallow]

Ash! I love all the Bridgerton next gen character profiles...

All of them are such distinct individuals and are somehow exactly how I imagined them to be...I don't know how to explain it, but you got all of them exactly right and even better!

You have such a talent for writing and coming up with the most interesting plots and character arc! Love it💗

Oh nonnie that’s so sweet!!

I had such fun writing them last night and putting together the thoughts I’d had ages ago when i did an ask for the Bridgerton Enterprise AU but since then I’ve had changes of hearts and stuff about how I seen them growing up but this is basically how I imagine they are in like 90% of my modern AUs 🥰

I’m so glad that you liked them and your praise has made my day truly 🥰🥰🥰🥰