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Bridgerton Appreciation Week

August 1 to August 7, 2021

Hello, The Ton friends and Bridgerton fans!

This is a reminder for Bridgerton Appreciation Week! In celebration of our discord server The Ton reaching 50 members, we to created an event that shows our love of the show and the books.

This event is open to all creators (and not just the ones in our server)! It can be an alternate universe or stay in the regency era! If you would like to show your love through fic, gifsets, art, moodboards, headcanons, etc, you are more than welcome to! Whatever you can create, whatever comes through your head, etc, the sky is the limit when it comes to showing appreciation for this fandom.

The list of themes and prompts can be found at this link. You can use the prompt, the theme, or both to inspire your creations! You do NOT need to use both to make something for the event.

If you are on AO3, we have made a collection here. Please add your work to the collection when the event comes around.

Please use the following hashtags for the event for tracking purposes: #BridgertonStanWeek, #BridgertonWeek2021, and/or #TheTonDiscord.

[hb-writes]

Ignored Advice

Summary: Part II of the Alphabetical Outcast Series. Sylvie (OC) is the eldest child of Hugo Bridgerton, a cousin raised alongside the infamous Bridgerton brood. Born in-between Daphne and Eloise, Sylvie has made it her mission to delay her season again and again. As her deadline to put a stop to her entering the marriage mart this year approaches, Benedict gives his cousin a little pep talk. 

Characters: Sylvie Bridgerton (OC) & Benedict Bridgerton

Bridgerton Appreciation Week Prompt: Do it, be bold.

Part I - The Firstborns - Sylvie Bridgerton & Anthony Bridgerton

Part II - Ignored Advice - Sylvie Bridgerton & Benedict Bridgerton

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Benedict caught Sylvie’s approaching palm half a moment before it collided with his shoulder, her attempted slap and the groaning of his name an exaggerated response to his sudden presence in the garden she believed to be occupying all on her own, a rather silly assumption seeing as it was nearly impossible to singly inhabit a single space in Bridgerton House, not with ten children, if you could still refer to them that way, regularly milling about its halls and grounds. Even with several of them being married or having their own quarters, the house never seemed empty or quiet.

Suffice to say, Sylvie shouldn’t have been surprised that someone had come upon her in the middle of her endeavor to forge a dirt patch into the perfect lawn with her incessant pacing. 

“Don’t do that!” she shouted at Benedict’s playful grin, freeing her hand from his grip to swat at him again as her heartbeat slowed. “You’re always sneaking about.”

Despite being a large man and the tallest of the Bridgerton brothers, Benedict was quiet and he moved in ways that weren’t always noticed, blending in as the color green could do among certain shades of blue, or a pink among certain purples. Somewhere along the line, he had taken a certain liking to using his natural stealth to rile his siblings and cousins.

“I have just as much of a right to enjoy my mother’s lovely flowers as you have.” 

Some would argue that Benedict Bridgerton had more of a right to occupy the space, that as second in line to the title, it was nearly his garden, and the cousin whose thoughts he had interrupted had not a single claim on the flora, but Benedict had no interest in his claim. He’d happily settle for being second in line.

“What are you so worked up over this morning?” he asked when his comment received nothing but a return to pacing, the space over which she marched stunted by a few steps due to his presence. 

“Who says I’m worked up?”

Gregory and George and Hyacinth had told him so over his eggs, but Benedict had no plans to tell Sylvie that, and he had no need to seeing as she’d just swatted at him, supplying him with plenty of evidence to support his accusation. Benedict simply raised his eyebrows and gave her a gentle smile, something not quite as smug as a smirk gracing his lips. 

It took only a moment for Sylvie to give in, her shoulders heaving as she took a seat on the bench, hiding her face in her hands while Benedict moved to occupy the space beside her.

“I suppose I’m not so subtle.” 

Benedict snorted at that. Bridgertons weren’t very good with subtleties. They communicated more in grand gestures and loud declarations, even the passive aggressive moments were rambunctious and obvious in nature, with silent treatments emphasized by the blatant actions that accompanied them. 

“I shouted at the little ones over breakfast,” Sylvie offered. “They were being dreadfully vexatious. I couldn’t help myself.”

Benedict nodded. The kids towed a fine line between entertaining and exasperating. It had once been them getting chastised for their boisterous nature at the breakfast table, and some mornings it still was, but more often it was the youngest set with their endless source of energy primarily used for running about and arguing and shouting. He didn’t really fault her for a little outburst. 

“And my deadline is approaching,” she mumbled.

“Deadline?” 

Sylvie rolled her eyes.

“Now Ben, don’t pretend Anthony hasn’t already told you,” she answered, figuring that Anthony had pulled his brother into his office at the earliest opportunity after their last discussion. “I suppose he’s employed you to convince me to give this up and fall in line.”

Sylvie was surprised the whole lot of her elder cousins hadn’t descended upon her to bring her along to Anthony’s way of thinking. She had been expecting conversations with each of them, but the subject hadn’t been raised since she left Anthony’s office nearly two weeks before. 

Benedict leaned back as he set his ankle over his knee. “Well, I must admit you having your season would go a long way in helping my dear mother forget that she has a marriageable son.”

“But?” Sylvie prompted.

“But I understand your plight.” 

Society acted as if a woman’s life didn’t begin until one was married, until one was a wife and a mother, but to Sylvie marriage felt like an end, like the death of some part of her she hadn’t even gotten a proper grasp on yet, a part of her she felt certain was a part she rather liked. She wasn’t ready to let it go.

It didn’t make any difference to see that her married cousins were deeply in love, seemingly changed only for the better by the matches they’d made because Sylvie didn’t trust the odds of that sort of happiness for herself.

Of course, much of the married Ton kept up appearances, seemingly content in their hastily made matches, but Sylvie didn’t trust appearances either. 

Appearances showed a world of people happy, a world of people content with their station and society and their lot in life, but she knew well enough that most people weren’t happy. Most people didn’t receive a true love match. Most people didn’t have a life that showcased the things they truly loved. Most people had lives that showcased the things society expected, the majority of people more engrossed with impressions and opinions of society than anything else. 

The Ton smiled and danced and wed, but beneath all that was a layer of torment. 

Sylvie knew Benedict understood that, knew they had a bit of shared appreciation for that bit of truth because Sylvie knew of his art, had seen the remarkable portraits he’d done of each of them, and though Benedict hadn’t been able to take her complimentary words to heart, hadn’t been ready to really accept praise for his art, Sylvie knew they shared a certain understanding about the world.

Sylvie envied Benedict a bit for knowing what his passion was when she had neither knowledge nor the ability to act on such a thing, and furthermore, she begrudged her cousin just a bit for not acting on it, for keeping his talents and desires hidden, for keeping up the very appearances they knew were expected.

“So, you can speak with—” 

“Anthony? Oh, no. Definitely not,” Benedict said.

“But you—”

“I haven’t convinced Anthony of a single thing in my entire life. I can’t imagine I’ll have any luck where you haven’t.”

“You're his brother.”

“And you’re his favorite cousin.” 

“I believe George is everyone’s favorite.” 

“Well, George is a bit easier to manage, I suppose,” Benedict said, tilting his head back and forth as he considered it, his face scrunched a bit. “A more of a charming demean—”

The heel of Sylvie’s palm made contact with her cousin’s shoulder again, a barking laugh pouring from Benedict’s lips as he nudged her back. 

“You prove the point far more often than you’re aware.”  

“Yes, and that’s all the more reason for me to not enter society. I’m afraid I’m simply not ready, not well-behaved enough.” 

Benedict hummed. “Yes, Anthony did mention you were exploring that angle.”

“I’m not exploring any angles,” she answered. “It’s simply my natural charm, as you’ve just said.” 

“Maybe use some of that charm on my mother, then. Present your case? Prove your point? You know she’s the one who needs the convincing. If she agrees, Anthony has no choice.” 

Sylvie shook her head. “I’m not ready.” 

“To tell mother or to marry?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Both, I suppose.”

Benedict set a hand on her shoulder. “Do it at the weekend, then. Wait until she’s relaxed, away from everything reminding her of the impending season. Present your argument then. You may recall a rather wise Bridgerton once said ‘do it, be bold.’ I believe the same words apply here.” 

Sylvie snorted, unable to prevent herself from smiling at the memory of late summer nights passed on the swings with Benedict and Eloise, cigarettes passed between the three of them and a handful of secrets too. 

“If I recall, you ignored that wise Bridgerton’s perfectly splendid advice because you’re an absolute fool who refuses to see reason.”

Benedict’s eyebrows shot up, but an easy smile held on his face as he shook his head. 

“Ah, yes, and there we have your natural charm on display once again.” 

[sofwrites]

You want a piece of me?

Bridgerton Week Day 2: competition | you don't win

The Bridgerton ladies have tea and a little competition!

Themes: Bridgerton family shenanigans, friendship, sisters interrupting each other | Length: 2.9k

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The time is five o’clock on a Thursday afternoon. The setting is a light blue drawing room at Bridgerton House. Our players include eight relatively young women related to the Bridgerton family either by blood or marriage.

Our conflict consists of the last slice of orange cake leftover from tea.

“We should race for it,” Hyacinth said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she examined the piece of cake. 

“Where? In the middle of Mayfair?” Daphne asked, wearing just a slightly condescending smile. 

“Why not-” Hyacinth began to reply, only to be cut off by her older sister. 

“She only suggested it because she knows she’d win,” Eloise gave a dismissive wave. “It’d be like me suggesting a round of shooting to decide.” 

Penelope gave her a knowing smile. “Which, I’m sure, you wouldn’t be opposed to.” 

Eloise grinned, “Not in the least.” 

“Why don’t we have Anthony decide? He’s somewhere here isn’t he?” Sophie asked. 

“Well, I’ll certainly lose then,” Kate grumbled, crossing her arms. 

“And I daresay only you and Lucy would have a chance then, Sophie,” Daphne considered. 

“I daresay you’re right,” Penelope added, knowing her brother-in-law all too well. 

“Perhaps we all play the same pianoforte piece?” Francesca suggested. 

“That’s unfair! You know I’m awful,” Hyacinth said with a scowl. 

“I don’t see how that concerns me in the least. You should have practiced more as a child.” 

“What if we have someone hide it?” Lucy offered rather feebly. 

Hyacinth nearly rolled her eyes. “Well, that will hardly-”

“Wait,” Kate interrupted loudly, her mouth slowly creeping up into a smirk as the other women turned to her. “I propose that whoever has the worst betrothal story deserves the last piece.” 

“So convinced that you’ll win?” Eloise’s mouth twisted as she examined her sister-in-law. 

Kate shrugged, “Perhaps. But mostly I just care for some gossip. And I know that there are quite a few stories in this room.” She wiggled her eyes as she gave a pointed look to each lady. 

There were a few snorts of laughter that came from the group, but soon enough there was silence as the women eyed one another. Some of them narrowed their eyes jokingly, others giggled nervously, and one raised her brow in suspicion. 

The silence, however, was interrupted by a turn of events that certainly didn’t surprise any of them; the youngest born Bridgerton was the first to speak. “I’ll start.” 

Immediately, she was met with seven rather dubious expressions. 

“You do realize that most of us know your proposal story?” Francesca asked dryly. “Therefore, we all know that you have no chance at winning,”

Hyacinth crossed her arms. “If I am to lose, which I have not yet accepted, mind you, I might as well take the opportunity to go first.” She sent her older sister a glare. “Also, you’re hardly one to say such things.” 

Francesca looked as though she wanted to roll her eyes, but instead just gave her a blank look. Although there was a question over which Bridgerton woman had the worst proposal, there was certainly no question that hers was one of the better ones. 

“As I was saying,” Hyacinth shot the room a pointed look, as if willing someone else to interrupt her. “My proposal came as rather a surprise. As some of you know, it was a Tuesday, which meant that I was laboriously reading a book aloud to Lady Danbury. I am, of course, quite charitable in that way, and was always happy to continue our weekly readings.” 

“Oh, get on with it,” Eloise groaned, rolling her eyes. 

Hyacinth sent her a glare. “Gareth interrupted our afternoon, came in, and promptly asked if I would marry him.” 

“That’s quite sweet,” Daphne acknowledged, as a few others nodded their agreement. 

“And in other words,” Kate said with a grin, “you don’t win.” 

Hyacinth sniffed rather indignantly. “Well, it wasn’t all sweet! Lady Danbury was quite literally in the room with us, and I didn’t even say yes at first - she did.” 

This time, Penelope shrugged, “Still one of the better proposals, I’m afraid.” 

“And Gareth also got Anthony’s permission, did he not?” Kate asked, even though she absolutely already knew the answer. 

Hyacinth huffed and tapped her foot on the ground. “He did. Hardly my fault you all have poor planning though.” 

“Oh!” Sophie said, perking up. “Who here besides Hyacinth actually got a blessing?” 

The room fell silent for a rather long moment as the women processed the question. Some - Kate, Daphne, Lucy - all shook their heads quickly. Others took some time to consider the question. 

Finally, Penelope gave an ironic smile, “Well Colin technically asked my mother,” she tilted her head, “... after I’d already agreed to marry him.” 

Eloise added, “Phillip got Anthony’s… Sort of.” 

“Was that before or after they stampeded Romney Hall?” Francesca asked with an innocent smile. 

Lucy, who was still rather new to the family and had yet to learn all of its stories, looked between Kate on her left and Daphne on her right, brows furrowed in confusion. 

Kate winked at her before nodding at Eloise, “Go on then, tell us the story. I think Luce will enjoy this little tidbit about her husband.”

Lucy choked on the tea she was drinking, mumbling a quick “sorry” when she was done sputtering. “Although…” she muttered, shrugging a bit, “Gregory did shoot my uncle.” 

There were a few chortles (and one scowl) across the room before Eloise, laughing, said, “Well, you see, Phillip and I had been exchanging letters for quite some time and I’d taken the opportunity to go get to know him-”

“By nearly killing us all with fright when she ran off without telling anyone,” Penelope interjected, taking a sip of her tea. 

Lucy blinked a total of six times before Eloise, who had been giving her best friend a rather hard look, turned back to the remainder of the group. “As I was saying, I was getting to know Phillip when all of your husbands,” she gestured towards her four sisters-in-law, most of whom just shrugged in response, "stormed Romney Hall, nearly choked poor Phillip to death, and then promptly got drunk with him not two hours later.” 

A suspicious snorting sound came from Lucy as Sophie waved an encouraging hand. “And so how did the actual proposal happen?” 

“Well, Anthony all but said we had to get married or else risk scandal,” she rolled her eyes as she gave her best older brother impression. “So, after my talk with Anthony, the already-drunk Phillip came to me and said that we'd have to marry.”

Someone in the room clucked their tongue while the rest of the ladies grew silent, sipping their tea. Although a funny story, a romantic proposal it certainly was not. 

And Eloise seemed to know it because her gaze fell to the perfect slice of cake awaiting her. “Well, then, don’t mind-”

“No,” Francesca declared, giving Eloise’s already outstretched hand a light smack. “We’ve only heard two stories, so you can’t possibly be the decided winner yet.” 

“I can so-”

“Kate, yours was quite bad, wasn’t it?” Hyacinth interrupted, turning towards her sister-in-law. 

“Hmmm,” Kate hummed, her mouth twitching at the corner, “well, it certainly wasn’t… good.” 

“Oh, I do love it though,” Sophie said with a smile. “It’s almost romantic.”

Kate snorted, glancing at her. “Honestly, there really wasn’t much to it. Anthony was courting my sister Edwina when they were clearly wrong for each other, I absolutely couldn’t stand him, but somehow we ended up on a walk together at Aubrey Hall where a bee stung my-”

“Bosom,” Sophie so helpfully interjected, prompting a glare from Kate. 

“Chest. And due to some” - she waved her hand inconsequentially- “personal reasons, Anthony immediately went to suck the bee venom from it.” 

(It was at this point when the rarely surprised Lucy openly gaped at her.)

“All would have been well really had it not been for a few witnesses, namely someone’s mother,” Kate sent a glare towards Penelope, who merely shrugged helplessly. 

“Not as though I reported it…” the red-head mumbled. 

“And then we had no choice but to marry,” Kate finished, a pensive look forming on her face. “You know, actually, when I say it like that…” She looked at the cake with newfound interest. 

When there were a few sounds of protest, Daphne, rather diplomatically nodded, “We’ll decide at the end. And anyway, I’d like to hear Lucy’s proposal story.” 

The youngest in the room seemed surprised by the sudden attention on her, but her lips formed a soft smile. “Well, to be quite fair, my proposal was rather romantic.” 

“You mean the first one or the second where my brother got dragged out of your wedding?” Hyacinth asked, not even making an attempt to hide the mocking in her tone. 

Rather quickly, every older woman in the room sent her an equal look of warning; none were very understanding of the not-so-little grudge Hyacinth was still holding against their newest sister-in-law. 

“Go on, Luce,” Kate said, sending Hyacinth another look. The latter just scowled back, crossing her arms indignantly. 

Lucy cleared her throat, casting a nervous glance towards her teacup. “Uhm, there’s not much to say really. It actually happened in Daphne’s dressing room,” she sent the aforementioned sister-in-law an apologetic smile, “thanks to the help of Hyacinth.” The named Bridgerton sister only sniffed, back pin-straight as she kept her arms crossed. “Gregory told me he loved me and asked me to marry him, and I said yes.” 

“And?” Hyacinth asked, her eyes focused on the ground. 

“And,” Lucy bobbled her head, “we had a few bumps before our happy ending. But happy we are.” 

There were a few Aws filtered throughout the room as smiles and nods were sent her way. “Well, you may not win,” Sophie sighed, “But it is rather sweet.” 

“Well since we’ve heard from two of us who are obviously not winning… Francesca?” Eloise wiggled her eyebrows at her. 

Francesca looked at her for a moment, the wryness in her expression unmistakable despite the ever-so-slight narrowing of her eyes. Finally, she let out a little sigh, shrugging her shoulders, “It was alright.” 

“Didn’t Michael ask you multiple times?” Sophie asked, innocently blinking her eyes. 

“And didn’t you reject him multiple times?” Penelope asked, giving her a small nudge. 

“I suppose that happened,” Francesca admitted. 

“Also, didn’t he try to court you as well? Something about flowers and I-love-you’s and all that?” Eloise asked. 

This time, Francesca’s lips turned upwards just a bit at the corners. “I suppose that happened as well.” 

“I realize that it was complicated for you…” Daphne said with a kind smile, “but it’s one of the most romantic stories I’ve ever heard.” 

Francesca nodded, glancing down to her cup. She took a small breath before perking up, raising her head. “Anyway, I say we finish off with those of us who clearly aren’t the winners- Sophie?” 

The aforementioned woman blinked in surprise. “Well. I was quite literally in jail when it happened.” But even despite her words, her mouth curved all the same.  

“Tell the whole story, Soph,” Eloise prompted, eager to quicken it all along. 

“Alright,” Sophie nodded, clearing her throat. “Well, honestly, he didn’t really ask me, per se. I had been arrested for”- she waved her hand dismissively- “It’s not that important and I’m sure most of you know anyway. But there I was, feeling incredibly low and smelling rather badly, to be quite honest, and I was quite sure that I’d be stuck there until-” She grimaced a bit at the memory of what had been awaiting her at the end of her sentence. There were a few looks of sympathy as Daphne reached over to squeeze her hand. Sophie sent her a grateful smile. 

“Thankfully, however, my situation had appeared in Lady Whistledown’s column of all places,” she gave Penelope a warm glance, who returned to her a wobbly nod. “And then Benedict and Violet showed up and stopped the entire thing. And Benedict ended up calling me his fianceé.”

“And that was that?” Lucy asked, unable to suspend her curiosity any longer. 

Sophie laughed slightly, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips. “Well, there was a bit more. But later that day when we got home, he really told me that he loved me and wanted to marry me.” 

“And happily ever after,” Hyacinth said. “Even despite jail, it’s rather romantic.” 

“But, unfortunately, that means that you don’t win either,” Kate said. 

With a little bob of her head, Sophie conceded, taking a momentary wistful look at the slice of cake. “I suppose I can accept that.”

“Alright, so we’ve got the good ones of out the way,” Eloise said, waving her hand. “Pen, do you want to go then?” 

A stifled giggle came from somewhere in the room, but Penelope just laughed along, giving a shrug. “I like my betrothal story, thank you very much.” 

“Oh, pardon me, I thought you were the one who fell out of a carriage?” Francesca asked, giving her a bland smile. 

Penelope smiled sarcastically. “You know, if not for my husband and me, half of you might not have been married at all. Including you,” she gave Francesca a pointed look. 

With a roll of her eyes, Kate hurriedly said, “Oh, just get on with it.”

Penelope laughed again, shrugging. “Well, we’d had a- er,” she paused, “a moment that morning-”

“A rather scandalous moment I do believe,” Daphne interjected, leaning in towards Lucy. 

With a small blush, Penelope quickly continued, “Well, we were exiting a carriage, and Colin had decided that he was going to come in with me. I hadn’t a clue why he wanted to do so, however, so he ended up… asking me whether or not I was going to marry him.” 

“Asking?” Francesca echoed, her face completely blank.

Penelope cast her a quick, irritated glance. “Perhaps demanding might be a better word . Quite honestly, it all blurred a bit because I fell out of the carriage and onto the curb, and my face hit his shoe.” 

There was another beat of silence as Penelope awkwardly smoothed over her skirt. “I suppose in hindsight it wasn’t really-”

Suddenly, however, she was cut off, because it seemed that Hyacinth, ever so competitive, had thought of one last desperate attempt to win. “Gareth didn’t say he loved me!” she exclaimed, causing Sophie to let out a little gasp of surprise. 

Penelope stared at her for a moment, seemingly deciding whether it was worth pointing out that she’d been interrupted. Ultimately, she just shrugged, “Neither did Colin.” 

Kate snorted. “Nor Anthony.”

“Nor Phillip!”

“And certainly not Simon,” Daphne muttered. 

“Oh?” Eloise grinned, turning to her older sister just as Hyacinth huffed once more and slumped back into her seat. “Ready for your turn then, Daph?” 

There were more than a few hands placed over mouths, as well as one outright giggle. The only person in the room who truly smiled was Lucy, but her lips slowly dropped as she looked around her companions, eyes widening as she did so.  

Daphne gave her a bright smile and shrugged. “Honestly, I could win London’s worst betrothal, let alone just the family’s.”

She took a sip of her tea and gave her most duchess-like nod. “Well, let’s see, shall we? Simon and I had been fake courting in order to attract more suitors for me.” She looked at Lucy, “I wasn’t a very desirable catch during my time.” Daphne chuckled and shrugged, turning back to the rest of the room. “But let’s see, Anthony, unfortunately, caught us having a...” She glanced at Penelope with a knowing smile. “Moment, and, of course, my brother being my brother, challenged Simon to a duel, almost killed him the next morning before I arrived on horseback and stopped the whole thing by demanding that Simon marry me instead.” 

Another silence passed over the room, even from those who already knew the story. Everyone was looking rather uncomfortable except for Daphne, who was smiling pleasantly at them all. 

“That… wasn’t great,” Francesca finally admitted. 

“So, I suppose that means that I-”

But Daphne was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps and all the women turned to see Violet enter the rooms. 

“Oh, look at all my lovely girls together in one place!” she said, smiling down at each of them. “What are we all speaking about?” 

“We’ve been trying to decide who gets the last piece of cake,” Eloise answered, still eyeing the table. 

“It’s quite clearly me,” Daphne said with a firm nod. 

“It could just as easily be me,” Eloise returned, her mouth twisting stubbornly. 

“Or me,” Kate argued. “I also got stung!” 

“I was in jail!” Sophie rather uncharacteristically blurted out. 

“Well, I-”

“Wait!”

“No!” 

“Mother!”

There were several more sounds of opposition, but they were all far too late. It seemed that while the young women had been arguing for a winner, the matriarch of the family had discretely taken the aforementioned slice of cake and eaten it in a few careful bites. 

Violet delicately dabbed her mouth with a napkin before smiling at them. “You were running out of time.” 

“Running out of time for what?” Francesca asked with a frown. 

"For him," Violet said, motioning towards the door. And in the very next moment, a large figure appeared. 

Colin groaned as he entered the room, leaning over the empty tray. "Is there nothing leftover from tea?" 

[uncharacteristicallyalertkoala]

For bridgertonweek2021

A lady is meant to be demure, even timid, and she must never be alone with a man

but surely an exception can be made ...

[fact-fictionx]

I POSTED CHAPTER TWO

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sharma, Kate Sheffield Additional Tags: Body Swap, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bridgerton meets freaky friday Summary:

Day 1 of Bridgerton Appreciation Week - theme: body swap

Kate and Anthony have lived across the corridor from each other for long enough, they're polite to each other when necessary, but their occasional spats over Anthony's many guests have finally gone too far. After an odd evening, they both wake up to find out something is very different.

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https://bridgertonevents.tumblr.com/post/652731166336630784/bridgerton-appreciation-week-august-1-to-august-7

I know Polin week is in full flow at the moment but this is coming up ❤️❤️❤️

It’s for any ship so please consider join us for a week long all things Bridgerton Celebration ❤️❤️

[sirphillipcranestanaccount]

Men of Taste

Gregory asks his brothers-in-law for some advice

OR

Phillip gets embarrassed

OR

Micheal has fun in the peanut gallery

For Bridgerton Appreciation week Day 1 prompt: "Do it, be bold"

Rated T

Read on Ao3

[sungbeen]

My submission for Bridgerton Appreciation Week!

It’s a body swap, POLIN style.

Thank you. :)

[historylaura]

Two days late but here is my Day One of Bridgerton Week. 

[fact-fictionx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daphne Bridgerton/Simon Basset Characters: Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset Additional Tags: look dont read this if you're wanting it to be historically accurate, in which Daphne and Simon correspond through Europe, What if?, Not Beta Read, ive not even edited it either Summary:

What if the duel ended different. No one died. No one forced into a marriage. Instead Simon left to sail around the world, Anthony pulled his family from the social season early and they spent the rest of the summer at Aubrey Hall. But Simon and Daphne continued to correspond….

Bridgerton Appreciation Week day 5- prompt: you're an ocean away

[uncharacteristicallyalertkoala]

For bridgertonweek2021

The Duke of Hastings is due to part from his wife after this evening's Hastings Ball.

Could an encounter with a peculiar stranger weeks prior change that?

[silverhallow]

Day 4 of Bridgerton Appreciation week

Prompt: Everyone Has Secrets

Missing Scene from TSPWL... or least in my head.

Eloise turns up unannounced to My Cottage whilst Charles Bridgerton is fighting for his life.

Sir Phillip turns up also and helps save Charles Bridgerton

What he doesn't realise is that Sophie is going to help save him...

[bridgertonevents]

An entry for Day 1!

[bridgertonevents]

Today is Day 1 of Bridgerton Appreciation Week!!!!

Today's prompt is "Do it, Be Bold" and the theme is "Body Swap".

We cannot wait to check out all of your creations! Thank you for participating. If you are posting anything on AO3 please include it in the above group!

Happy creating!

[fact-fictionx]

Invisible Magic

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sharma, Kate Sheffield Additional Tags: Body Swap, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Day 1 of Bridgerton Appreciation Week - theme: body swap

Kate and Anthony have lived across the corridor from each other for long enough, they're polite to each other when necessary, but their occasional spats over Anthony's many guests have finally gone too far. After an odd evening, they both wake up to find out something is very different.

Read here on AO3

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You're part of Bridgerton appreciation week, right? There's this really interesting fanfiction based on the prompt (Your an ocean away) that explores how the Bridgertons felt about India as a colony

'Tis not too late to seek a newer world by hptriviachamp (The third chapter)

https://archiveofourown.org /works 132966293/chapters/82056400

I’m not like a part of the very lovely people that created and planned it, however I have been taking part in the week and posting some fic.

I’m unsure if this is a fic rec for me? Or for those wonderful people who have created the event? I think the author has added it to the AO3 collection too 🥰

However, that sounds wicked and I shall give it a read when I can.

Thank you 🥰