#Regency Silver

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Mr Gaiman,

how are you doing?

I was reading the Good Omens book when I found this:

"Like eggs without salt, you said. Which reminds me. No salt, no eggs. No gravlax with dill sauce. No fascinating little restaurants where they know you. No Daily Telegraph crossword. No small antique shops. No bookshops, either. No interesting old editions. No"-Crowley scraped the bottom of Aziraphale's barrel of interests-"Regency silver snuffboxes . . ."

So what does Aziraphale need a snuffbox for?

I do not see him 'snuff' tobacco so I thought he might use it to keep his travel sweets. I'm imagining it honey-flavoured with a tinge of lemon and ginger and in winter time he switches them for minty ones and on Christman they're butterscotch and candy-cane-flavoured.

Since it's 'Regency', is it a bookshop opening gift from Crowley?

You don't have to answer. I just like to ask questions and probably have my own story in mind of how things went anyway. I should write but I still don't let me do it.

Anyhoo I read The Ocean at the End of the Lane and boy oh boy I cried. Now I know why people cried. It's the feeling of missing something that you did not have experience and still accepting the aftermath of something that needed to happen, I guess? I loved it.

Have a nice day :) Bye

He collects them.

[didoofcarthage]

Mercury and Bacchus silver-gilt candelabrum, part of the Grand Service, by Paul Storr, after a design by John Flaxman

English, 1810-1817

Royal Collection Trust (created for George IV when Prince of Wales)

[youryurigoddess]

For those suddenly interested in Regency silver snuffboxes

I have never smoked anything in my life, but still consider antique snuffboxes, cigarette holders, and lighters rather neat. Aziraphale — or at least the show iteration of him — is in a very different situation though. 6000 years of yearning and pining can do incredible things even to the literal angels, especially the naturally sensitive and anxious ones, right?

So the mention of Heaven as a non-smoking area baffling him enough to include it in his New Year’s resolutions gave some fans ideas. Since 2006 a part of the fandom firmly believes that both Aziraphale and Crowley are — or at least were in the book — smoking.

The same list was shared by Neil on his Tumblr in 2012, including this most amazing postscript (highly recommended read).

Which led to a fellow Tumblr user asking a rather direct question about it after ten years, in 2022:

Can’t believe that we had to wait so long for that joke to land.

Anyway, if you rewatch both seasons of the show carefully enough, you might spot the snuffboxes making an appearance in some of the objectively cluttered bookshop scenes. They’re also visible in this Radio Times exclusive material from a set tour — which is an absolute must-watch for other reasons as well.

And here’s a peek at a part of Aziraphale’s collection shared by Neil himself:

Snuffboxes appear repeatedly — and often as plot devices — in books written by Georgette Heyer, one of Aziraphale’s favorite authors, who famously combined Regency romance with detective fiction.

Most memorably, Judith Taverner, the main character of Regency Buck, pretended to take snuff just for the boxes and to make herself unusual (one of the other characters commented that the Queen also did that). The same book also mentions a snuffbox used as a means of poisoning people.

[that-last-alliance-fan]

can we all say thank you to tauriel for this masterpiece of a photo

[bellanarisvhenan]

“𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 … 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑑, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟?”

𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒏

details of this drawing bc I love them.

[allyriadayne]

What do you think would have happend with Jace if he had survived the Dance?

oh this is fun, thanks for the question!

survived as in everything happens the same except jace survived the gullet? i won't get into mechanics of this happening because i'd involve too many moving parts and what ifs and blatant avoidance of certain parts. so whatever. let's say daemon and aemond kill each other, aegon kills rhaenyra and imprisons baela and baby aegon.

two things:

1) if jace is in dragonstone, let's say recuperating from his injuries, in reality i don't think aegon would kill him just like he didn't kill rhaenyra's heir at the moment. jace might be too injured to truly pose a threat or aegon's advisors would "protect" him like they did baela.

2) jace is not in dragonstone. he could be healthy or injured but he's not there when aegon takes the island for some reason. i've read fic where he's with the northern/riverlands army or makes his way to the capital alone after aegon's dead. in any case, he reaches the capital at some point.

when the greens are neutralized and all the heads turn to rhaenyra's children, it's probable that the support would be split between the older, seasoned prince of dubious birth and the young, unresponsive prince of clear ancestry. the things is while a regency happened in canon i don't think anybody wanted to do that. the issues lingering needed to be solved NOW, the armies needed to be disbanded NOW, alicent and jaehaera needed to be secured NOW. even if jace is physically injured or abed at this moment, i think he would get the clear support of the biggest faction aka the riverlands, the vale, and the north. on the other side, he's corlys' grandson, he was a dragonrider (let's assume the dragon still died sowwy), he's commanded armies, and if he married baela that moment, he could be having an heir by the next year. the succession and therefore the kingdom, is stable.

i'm not saying there wouldn't be people vying for baby aegon's ascension just to be against jace perceived bastardy now or down the line but it's more likely that he gets more support to get the crown and just end the war once and for all.

so jace takes the crown immediately. i don't think the hour of the wolf happens at all, most of the attributions cregan takes for himself came from intimidating baby aegon and probs by being the highest ranking lord in a place where everybody was burning incriminating papers from the last reign lmao. i think he would be a lot more aligned with corlys in sending peace terms first, but would not hesitate if the rest of the kingdom didn't fall in line. as for aegon ii's advisors, to me jace would try to get them out quietly. stay for a bit but sending them home as soon as he could. corlys betrayed the blacks, jace would probably marry baela as a reward for past services (and bc he loves her obviously etc) and dismiss him to driftmark. thanks to jace, corlys has his legitimate heir in alyn, he's more than okay.

for people like larys, the ironrod, orwyle and tyland....... they were aegon's closest advisors and while i don't think jace would imprison them or kill them i think he'd test them in some way to prove they can change their loyalty and move on. after a few months or years when the transition smooths out, i would bet jace will be dismissing them for lords who are 100% on his side. i'd say all would do it because at least in the show i don't see them supporting the greens out of personal reasons, not enough to die for the memory of aegon OR jaehaera's claim, you know? and in any case, it /is/ a man that is ruling now lmao lol. i still see jasper wylde pushing his daughter to baby aegon if jace is not available anymore, tho.

jace wouldn't kill alicent or jaehaera either. i think the death of so many people and most of all, his brothers, would affect him very much. at this point alicent is described as mad and jaehaera is a traumatized child. he wouldn't send them to oldtown or keep them together all the time but i don't think he would be cruel (as for jaehaera's future, well, that's another story). they are his family after all and most of the threats are neutralized (hello alys hiiii i'm such a fan).

i can speculate on jace's mental state and say that while he would not shut himself out like baby aegon did, he wouldn't be the same at all. his drive to be the best version of himself would still be there of course, this is what will make him push himself to take control of the situation. but at the same time, i don't think he will want to be as much as a people pleaser as he is in canon. people will be vying for his favor, for baby aegon's hand, for rhaena's but to me, he will make the family close into themselves. during the war he learned to take command of his people, he has the presence and the confidence to say no now, he also has the crown and the symbols. that's half the battle done.

[widowshill]

"i don't like old movies/tv because the dialogue patterns/acting style/beauty/sets are so fake" do you hate fun, huh? you hate camp?

[eleanor-bradstreet]

The Night We Met

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett Ficlet Rated: G Word count: 800

Summary: Just Benedict and his thoughts, staring at a full moon. Author's Notes: Inspired by two favorites on my Ben playlist with similar nighttime longing vibes, The Night We Met and Talking to the Moon. Links are to cover versions, but I love them so.

Benedict shifted in the window seat, settling in for what he knew would be long hours ahead. The full moon hung heavy over the grounds of Aubrey Hall and bathed his room in its cool blue gleam. It always seemed larger in autumn for some reason, which exacerbated his conundrum. He could no longer sleep during the full moon. It had been five months and each time, without fail, when the moon had waxed to its brightest, his mind would not quiet no matter how he tried to block out the light or dull his senses with substances or pleasures. It called to him, compelling him to sit in its beams and stare at it helplessly. Because it was the closest he could get to her, remembering the night they had danced in that same pearlescence, and hoping beyond hope that she may be on the other side looking at it too. He knew she was somewhere out there, somewhere far away.

His memories of that night had grown so soft, hazy with the shimmer of her skin and glittering silver dress, the sweet sound of her voice, how the blood rushed in his ears when he saw her, tingling with that premonition of something good to come. As soon as she had left, it all began to seem like a dream, something his fevered brain concocted thanks to too much champagne, or perhaps Colin had spiked his tea. Nearly all of his friends and family had thought him crazy and reinforced this suspicion when none of them could claim to have seen the woman at the masquerade, or to have any idea who she was. 

He only had three things that convinced him she truly existed and that he really had experienced the heady magic of that night. First was Colin, who had briefly interrupted their meeting. In desperation the next day, Benedict had asked him to confirm that he had seen the lady in silver with his own eyes, which he admitted he had, but knew nothing further about her. Next was her glove, the silver silk he had slid off her delicate hand and which she left behind as she tore out of the ball. Though it hadn’t helped him to find her, it was a precious token, physical proof that she had been in his arms and wasn’t just a beautiful spectre.

And lastly was the full moon. The way it made him feel, the memories of that night flooding over him each time he looked up at its persistent glow. It was like a waking dream, recurring every month and paralyzing him with his desperate longing for her, a reminder of how she had slipped through his fingers and how he had no way to find her. If he had one wish, it would be to go back to the night they met. When he had all of her, or at least most of her, not knowing her name. This time, he would be sure to learn it, he would hold her tighter, kiss her longer, run after her faster if she still ran away. If she wanted to refuse him, of course he would respect her decision, but he wanted her to make it after he told her how he truly felt. The way his heart soared when his arms were around her, the way her kiss wrote a hundred poems onto his tongue, the way his soul had told him that she was significant, that she was the one he had always been waiting for.

Now he had none of her, not her name or even the full image of her face. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of her, a gossamer memory of green eyes and silver skirts. He knew that lunatics were so named because it was believed their madness derived from staring at the moon. Now in his fifth month of torment, going mad sounded like the preferable alternative to the pain of knowing that he had met the love of his life, had kissed her lips, and then watched her disappear without a trace. 

He knew that finding true love would be difficult, but he could never have anticipated this cruel trick of fate, to tempt him with a taste of bliss and then tear it away without explanation. Perhaps he was born to suffer. At the very least, he could channel his energies into his work as he already had, painting canvas after canvas with dark vistas of that night on the terrace, a face hidden by a demi-mask, gloved hands, a lady in silver, always turned away. Perhaps with time the memories would start to fade and he would no longer be robbed of a night’s sleep. But the resounding ache in his heart made him doubt that would occur any time soon. And so he sighed, surrendering to the moonlight, to his pain, to his madness, wondering where in hell she could be.

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp

[ziltoidcoffee]

I had a dream about a Regency AU. Imagine Daniel the long-suffering social darling because he has the most suitors. Can't enjoy a party because suitors flocking around him at any given moment lmao.

(Anon, don't kill me for just now getting to this. But here's a Silverusso regency era drabble! Thanks for sending an ask <3 Also this is some AU where there's no LGBTQ hate cause I ain't here for that.)

Daniel frowns at his reflection in the mirror. His overcoat is practically swallowing him whole, and the vest beneath is way too tight, even when he undoes the top button. But Ali explained this was the point: to make Daniel look small and delicate, the perfect future groom for all his potential suitors tonight. Only the former was true though. He was shorter than most men in the village. But after learning karate, a type of hand-to-hand combat, from his guardian Mr. Miyagi, he was nothing but delicate.

And yet, his mother always thought Daniel should marry into a wealthy family, and after her tragic death in a carriage last autumn, he could only honor her dying wish, despite how much he doesn’t want to give up his independence. Mr. Miyagi even encouraged him to stay single and said he’d always support Daniel, but his guardian was growing older each year, often speaking of returning to his home in the east.

It was now or never for him to marry, and his socialite friend Ali was more than happy to host, inviting all the single, wealthy men in town to Mr. Miyagi’s manor for the evening. All Daniel had to do was show up. He just wished she selected an outfit something less stuffy. 

But as he enters the grand hall in his guardian’s mansion, his eyes widen at the large gathering of men dressed in their finest garms. He suddenly understands her persistence on what he wore, especially when they all turn to look at his entrance. 

“And here is the young bachelor in question tonight,” Ali announces, appearing at his side with a grin, and Daniel gives them all a formal bow before turning his back to glare at his friend.

“There are far too many men here,” Daniel hisses, but his smile has returned before he turns back around.

Ali chuckles, wrapping her arm around his to lead him across the room. “Not enough in my opinion.” She leans in closer so no one can hear. “Johnny invited far too many associates from his gentlemen’s club. Be sure to steer clear of them.”

Daniel nods, sweeping his gaze across the strange men. “How can I tell?”

She releases his arm and points at her wrist. “They’re all likely wearing their gold cobra cufflinks. If they aren’t, be on the lookout for the name Dutch at the very least. He’s the worst of them. Not sure how a man like that joined the gentlemen’s club.”

He snickers at her joke before taking a deep breath. “All right,I’ll go socialize then.” There was no backing out now. “Wish me luck?”

“You won’t need it, Daniel.” She gives him a wink then catches the eye of another woman attending who she falls into conversation with.

Meanwhile, he’s left standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling like an untrimmed branch in a perfectly pruned bonsai. Like the one outside the window of the hall that draws his attention. The temptation to go outside is strong, but before he can plot his escape, a man approaches Daniel and introduces himself. At first, they share small talk, boring details like job titles and town of origin. Then he begins to talk about their future together and how he sees Daniel fitting into his life. Apparently, he expects them to adopt right away, have Daniel raise the children at home, and of course, there’s no mention of his career or goals.

This repeats several times before he finally escapes. Each man has a similar story, presents a boring plan for their future, then Daniel moves closer to the window, only to be stopped. Eventually, he manages to step outside away from the crowd, and thankfully, Ali blocks the door, telling everyone the next course of dinner is being brought out.

“I’ve never been so jealous of a plant,” Daniel says to himself, staring at the bonsai in the center of the courtyard. “No men to bother you out here, are there?”

“Perhaps I should leave then.” The unfamiliar voice sends a shiver down his spine, assuming he was alone, but when Daniel glances up, a strange man appears from around the tree. Like most of the men tonight, he is dressed in expensive clothing, and his long, dark hair is tied behind his head into a formal bow. 

Though unlike the others, he appears older than Daniel, perhaps by at least a decade, and as he draws closer, his taller height becomes clear. It’s almost intimidating when paired with the easy confidence the strange exudes, but Daniel doesn’t show his trepidation. Nor does he show his attraction because the man has to be the most handsome person he’s ever seen since moving to the valley.

He clears his throat and glares up at him. “Perhaps you should. As I do not know how you got out here. Guests were told to stay in the ballroom.”

For a second, the stranger smirks, almost appearing amused. This is quickly replaced by a frown and a bow. “I’m sorry, Mr. LaRusso,” he says and gestures at the tree. “But I was admiring your beautiful bonsai. I could not resist a closer look.”

Bonsai. He actually knows the name. Daniel can’t resist a smile. “You have heard of bonsai?”

“Indeed.” The tall man grins. “I have a fascination with the far east. I have several bonsai in my manor, along with many other treasures I brought home from my time abroad.”

“You traveled to Nippon?” This is the first time he’s been genuinely interested in something a man has said tonight.

“Yes, and to several other neighboring colonies.” He twirls a cane Daniel didn’t notice before in his hand, and the glow from the outdoor oil lamps danced off the silver snake wrapped around the edge. “All for business. Though I would gladly return. I found much pleasure in the culture there.”

“Me too. I mean—” His cheeks grow warm. He’s not sure why. Talking to all the other men inside never made him this flustered. “I traveled there last spring when my guardian’s—Mr. Miyagi’s father passed. But I suppose we were technically in Ryukyu.”

“Ah, yes. Ryukyu.” The stranger nods. “I’ve heard the islands are lovely.”

Daniel’s smile widens at the man’s appreciation, and he realizes then they have not been introduced. “Sorry, uh—I’m Daniel LaRusso, Mr. Miyagi, the ambassador’s ward.” He bows before releasing an awkward laugh. “Though I suppose you could have assumed that.”

“Terrence Silver,” he introduces himself, followed by a bow. “But you may call me Terry. Or Mr. Silver if you really prefer.”

The permission to use a nickname sends more heat to Daniel’s cheeks. They were already on familiar terms. That had to be a good sign. “And you are here to meet me?” he asks because there’s no way this man is still single.

And yet Terry nods. “Correct. I was invited by Mr. Lawrence,” he explains. “His mentor at the gentlemen’s club is a close friend of mine. He mentioned your party in passing.” Daniel frowns at the mention of Sheriff Kreese. He was quite rude to Mr. Miyagi when he first arrived, only changing his tune once he learned the man was an ambassador.

“I see,” Daniel says shortly.

“Oh, I do apologize if John was rude to you,” Terry suddenly apologizes, as if he can read his mind.. “He has never been the same since the war. All the death you see—it changes a man. But worse yet, when he came home, his bride-to-be died of tuberculosis.” He blinks in confusion. Johnny never said the sheriff was in the war. That and his fiance’s death would explain much of his rudeness. “He has never been the same since we returned.”

His mouth drops open. “You were a soldier as well?” Daniel could believe him. He looked strong enough. That much was clear. But he acted nothing like the sheriff. 

The question pulls a frown at Terry’s lips. “Yes, John and I met as comrades, and we only grew closer after—when we both discovered our love of karate, which was what inspired by travels to the east.”

Daniel’s eyes widen at the familiar word. “You know karate?” The older man nods. He can’t believe his luck. Not only is Terry attractive and interesting, but they share similar hobbies. “I know karate as well. Mr. Miyagi taught me last summer.”

“Oh, really?” Terry’s grin sharpens. “What a convenience.” He chuckles. “And to think I almost did not attend. But lucky for us, my father has been insistent that I marry since I took over his business. I thought I would at least appease him by attending.” 

He frowns. Of course, Terry wouldn’t come out of serious interest. “However, I am very glad I did.” The older man steps closer, and Daniel sucks in a breath. “As I was able to meet such a charming, cultured young man—one whose mere sight took my breath away, even before he spoke.”

For the first time tonight, a man’s advances has sent warmth to Daniel’s gut, as well as his cheeks. He’s not sure what to say, but a chance never comes as a soft knock behind them turns his attention back to the door.

Ali stands with a grin on her face. “Sorry to interrupt.” Her eyes dart between the two men, and Daniel’s face burns with self consciousness.

“Yes, Ali? What is it?” He tries to hide the annoyance in his tone but is unable to.

She chuckles. “I was simply coming to inform you the next course is almost entirely gone already. Perhaps it would be best for you to come in and have a serving, or you may spend the rest of the evening with hunger pains.”

Daniel snorts. His friend knows him well. “Yes, that would be best.” He turns back to Terry with a smile, but the older man’s expression does not match his own. Annoyance has twisted his handsome face, and an apology is already at his lips. “Excuse me for leaving in such a hurry, Mr. Silver. I can be quite irritable if I don’t eat.” He lets out a forced laugh at his joke.  “Would you care to resume this conversation shortly?”

Terry nods. “Of course.” His smile returns as he heads toward the door where Ali still stands, and Daniel follows after, only to stop when Terry glances back. “I will find you at a later time tonight. I would very much enjoy getting to know you, Mr. LaRusso.”

His face is lit aflame again. “Yes, and I you, as well,” he stammers, and Terry smirks then disappears among the crowd of guests.

But Daniel doesn’t get farther than a step before Ali grabs his arm. “What?” 

Her face is etched with concern. “Do you know who that is?”

“He told me his name is Terrence Silver,” he answers with a shrug. “Said he was acquainted with Johnny’s mentor. But unlike that awful sheriff, he was—” So many words come to mind, but Daniel settles for, “Amazing.”

She blinks at him. “Did he show interest?”

He doesn’t understand her disbelief. “Yes, why? Do you not think I’m good enough? Weren’t you the one who threw this party?”

“Relax, Daniel. You are worthy. I promise. ” Ali says with a smile. “He’s just—don’t you know who that is?” Daniel shakes his head. “That’s Lord Terrence Silver, the Earl of San Fernando.”

“Oh my god,” he gapes, unable to take his eyes from Terry—no, Lord Silver across the room. “You must be mistaken, Ali.”

Her laugh tickles his arm. “I’m not.” She pulls him closer. “And if you marry, you would be Countess Daniel.”

Daniel runs a hand over his face. Why did he let her talk him into this party? And why did the only suitor he liked at the party have to be a noble?

Well, Countess Daniel Silver didn’t sound too bad.

[zarinaa113]

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Tagged by @micewithknives

Currently reading: Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik

Last song: Enemy by Imagine Dragons

Last Movie: Puss in Boots: Last Wish

Currently working on: my Regency dress for my Purim costume. It’ll be my first actual dress I’m making from scratch! Wish me luck! 

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And (to quote Reid or whoever he reblogged it from) “for the love of god, REPOST do not reblog, otherwise my notifications become a mess”

[undertale-kissycutie]

Bedroom (Chicago)

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Wooo! Book rec! I am HERE for it.

how can you tell

[didoofcarthage]

The Apples of the Hesperides silver-gilt candelabrum, part of the Grand Service, by Paul Storr, after a design by John Flaxman

English, 1810-1817

Royal Collection Trust (created for George IV when Prince of Wales)

[ovalleba]

Not Quite a Scandal #tour #giveaway

An inheritance lost. A betrothal threatened. A scandal brewing… Not Quite a Scandal Audacious Ladies of Audley Book 2 by Bliss Bennet Genre: Historical Regency Romance An inheritance lost. A betrothal threatened. A scandal brewing… Outspoken Quaker Bathsheba Honeychurch knows how difficult it is for an unmarried woman to successfully champion political change. Her solution? Wed best friend Ash…

[metalicious-jewelry]

Buy Cushion Cut Regency Style Silver Necklace - Metalicious Jewelry

A stunning yet simple necklace makes the perfect statement. Set with your choice of rainbow moonstone or garnet, in a sterling silver lacy bezel necklace. Inspired by the Regency era this necklace could've been worn in Bridgerton to a royal dance

[skyrigel]

Can you write an image in which Benedict is obsessed with Y/N and is always looking for reasons to touch her. However, Y/N knows that when it comes to women, Benedict quickly gets what he wants... sex. She keeps him waiting and doesn’t sleep with him until the wedding day.

Obsessed with you | I

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Benedict bridgerton x afab!reader

Synopsis: Ton's most eligible bachelor is obsessed with the mystery lady in silver, and would do anything to have her

Warning: Reader's mother has issues, scandalous family, last name Rose for convience, Benedict being a smug bastard, some regency class differences, cute Polin, cute kathony, minor non-con touching, smoking cigar, lots of teasing and ofcourse obsessive and possession behaviour. Might be toxic! Benedict but please he's a cutie.

Dearest gentle readers,

While for sure we have seen former Rake now Kate's beloved whipped husband, and Colin bridgerton who is so smitten with his dearest wife that it will not come forward a surprise if he hasn't set foot out in all these days, but Benedict bridgerton is neither whipped nor smitten, he is, as the poets would whisper, obsessed. It will be amusing to know who this mystery lady is, with her dazzling silver gown and piercing eyes, sharp enough as she carved the gentleman's heart out.

Benedict was a man for art and muse so forgive him if he got so obsessed with you, the real question was, how could he not ? You were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, clad in your most dazzling blue dress that he wanted nothing but to take off.

" She exaggerates." Anthony pouted, he shouldn't know that he had but he's been pouting a lot lately, it's called 'kateffect'

" No, you've been domesticated brother, just admit it, Kate has tamed you." Colin peppered, sprawling down next to Anthony who greeted him with the most glaring glare.

" Like you're any better." Anthony smirked, setting his gaze on Benedict who read the index again.

" Penelope doesn't know her name ? " Benedict worried his jaw, looking between his brothers.

" I take that back, Penelope didn't exaggerate, you're really very much obsessed." Anthony remarked, Colin nodded.

" Oi, she would've known your mystery lady's full name and history but—"

" Don't complete that, I'll duel you."

" In the middle of a ball ? " Benedict laughed, eyes amused, Colin turned a crimson red.

" Rather tempting—"

" Oi! " Anthony raised his brow, his mouth curving in disdain, as Colin staggered away, leaving Anthony praying to lord behind like he was any better.

" Oh dear." Benedict smiled when once alone, thumb caressing the index, as if it was the mystery lady in silver blue gown, accused of taking away the gentleman's heart.

" Who are you ? " He whispered.

_

" Ma'am, would you like something else ? " Mrs. Turner asked once you were seated on your dressing, playing with several glassy bottles with colourful scenty substances.

" In yesterday's masquerade ball, I was dancing with a Bridgerton—" Mrs. Turner tutted softly," He's Benedict bridgerton, i assume."

" Yes, indeed, the only bachelor bridgerton boy of age." Mrs. Turner pulled the corset strings and you gasped, feeling your internals squeeze in the process.

You smiled, thinking about the way Benedict looked at you, all stars in his eyes.

" I..it is not my place miss but as your well wisher, i would say.." she worried her jaw.

" It's okay Mrs. Turner, you should speak your mind." You assured her, feeling her fingers stop at your back as she looked at your reflection in the mirror.

" Benedict bridgerton's a rake, unlike any other gentleman... he's known to engage women with class and wits...artists, musicians, and other dimplomacy that are odd amongst our sex."

" Oh." You nodded, feeling stupid enough to think those were meant for you, like they were of real affection.

" I wouldn't want you any harm, after your father's death and your inheritance affairs, you couldn't afford another scandal, for a good match—"

" My virtue should stay intact ? " You raised your chin, examining the stain of rose on your lips.

" Your sister was a good girl madam, so are you." Mrs. Turner smiled, her eyes crinkling with deepest concerns.

-

Benedict's eyes were searching for you everywhere, he has been waiting for you since so long. Despite anxious mamas forcing introductions and dances, he was looking only for you.

" Miss Rose." Benedict turned to see his sister in law, smiling a smirk, followed by her husband in tow.

" You wound me Pen, it's Benedict bridgerton! " He laughed, much to Colin's dismay.

" Oh well your mystery lady is Miss Rose, daughter of late Duke of Blair field and lady bloom." Colin was one step away from clapping.

" Wow." Benedict's mouth curved in a delightful 'o'.

" Oh well they are rather scandalous, her sister was rumoured to be not a virgin which deceased all of her prospects of marriages, her mother is rather protective of her."

" Pen, did I tell you how you're my favourite sister ? " Benedict perked his gaze towards the entrance, hoping for you to bless him.

" Don't let Eloise hear that." Colin said, outstretching his arm that Penelope held as they swirled between the crowd, laughing.

_

" You shall not be unchaperoned." Your mother had a faraway look in her eyes, her hand was trembling and you surged the desire to just hold it.

" I understand, mama." You bowed your head once, trying to forget the trembling of her hands.

" Don't engage in gossips dearest, better keep to yourself and..." She forgot what she was saying, her lips trembling along, you looked at Mrs. Turner with a pleading gaze.

" Ma'am, we must make haste." She simply said, your mother spared a glance to you, her mouth tightening around the corners.

" You look beautiful child." She looked away, you pretended not to see the tear that glistented down her cheek.

After securing yourself in the carriage, with your dress squeezing the life out you, you finally breathed.

" I envy Gissele." You said softly, caressing the uneven glittering fake diamonds.

" She would say the same." Mary mumbled, she was Mrs. Turner's daughter who rather got scolded every often for being too blunt. You liked her alot.

" Oh wouldn't it be so wonderful to just lay in bed, reading a book and wearing simple soft dresses." You perked up at the idea of a life like that, a simple homely cottage, filled with warmth and sweetness and books.

" But the society has it's own fun, look at you, pretty dresses, pretty shoes, and all those prince charming lords." Mary took your fan and mimicked the motion, you smiled.

" Well you could always borrow a dress, have some fun." Your eyes glinted, Mary shaked her head.

" C'mon." You grabbed her wrist, shaking them, up and down profusely.

" No, mama will kill me ! "

" But the fun ?! No one would know, they haven't seen me, they don't know me."

" Well i can't pretend to be you, what would happen if somebody caught us."

" Don't then, be yourself ! Mary Turner."

" Sounds like a bad idea." Mary said, her smile deceived her.

" Lord Turner of Riverdales, be their relative, no one hardly pays attention."

" Whistledown does." Mary narrowed her eyes, you looked out to make sure you haven't yet reached.

" Well she called me a mystery woman who apparantly took a gentleman's heart."

" Oh Mr. Bridgerton's a known gentleman." You scoffed at that, Mary's brow knitted together as she studied you.

" What ? He's a rake." You brushed the tingling away, feeling the way Benedict's gaze lingered on you, the way he twirled you around like you were the only real thing, the way he flushed and stumbled through his words, attempting to know absolutely anything about you.

" I highly doubt that, never heard anything about him."

" Presumably he has a longing for accomplised women." You finger quoted it with a scowl that was too unladylike, Mary bursted into fits of giggles.

" What ? " You poked her, she shaked with her guffaw, chortling in her way.

" You fancy him." She said, chuckling the ' him' away, you frowned deeply, heart leaping at the ton that was gathered outside lady Danbury's exquisite ball.

" Utter rubbish. Do you still want to have fun ? " You asked, Mary smiled.

_

Benedict gaze perked up when you and Mary stumbled through the ball, Mary was almost shaking and you were sure her clothes didn't fit much to you, you felt your back prickling with burning gaze and you turned.

" Told you he's a rake. Don't be friendly to him." You whispered to Mary who was about to run when Benedict dropped his conversation with lord White, swaggering towards you.

" What if he recognises you ? " She mumbled and your lower lip trembled, but that's not possible, your mask obscured your whole face except your lips and eyes and certainly he hadn't painted you in his mind, afterall he shouldn't be that obsessed.

" My lady." He bowed, his gaze locking in yours as he kissed the hand Mary very reluctantly gave him, he was amused when Mary mumbled a hasty greeting, her manners mimicked.

" You look exquisite, more than the ball itself." He was clearly flattered when Mary blinked hard, looking at you for help.

You rolled your eyes when Benedict too, looked at you with a similar pleading as Mary.

" Forgive me my lord, my lady is tired—"

" We haven't been introduced i remember, Benedict bridgerton." He grinned, he actually freaking grinned as Mary glanced at you with the corner of her eye.

" Lady Mariam Turner." She blurted it quickly, looking at you for approval, " A pleasure." Mary smiled, you nodded.

" Forgive me Mr. Bridgerton." You cleared your throat, Benedict's gaze penetrated through you, he was setting you on fire and you couldn't do anything but to burn.

" My lady is tired, you must excuse us." You felt your throat dry, your whole body withering when Benedict narrowed his eyes, lingering specifically on your lips and treading down slowly.

" Indeed, I must not keep you." He cocked his head to Mary, humming along as you strode past him. You were sure he only whispered the ' not ' out of curtsy.

_

" That was bloody brilliant ! " You giggled while Mary shaked her head, clutching her bossom. Your footsteps echoing in the abandoned corridor, stiffling back your giggles.

" That was bloody scary and I can't breathe." Mary heaved, her breath easing when you patted her back.

" Lady Mariam Turner." You teased, bumping your hip as Mary looked at you, gasping scandalously.

" Shut up. I almost died." Mary pulled her dress that sticked to her skin, trying to fan in some air.

" Do you think he recognised me ? " Your cheeks blazed at the heat of the memory of him, his teasing glances and amused smiles.

" I...I think it was rather amusing that we were messing up, did you see how I trembled? " Mary shaked her hand, as you laughed at the display.

" No, my lady." You said, once your giggles subsided, " You were exquisite."

Mary wacked your arm, her smile unable to hide through the twitch of her lips.

" So, shall we go home ? "

" Would you mind waiting in the carriage ? "

" Don't tell me—" Mary glared, you pouted with puppy eyes.

" Please, you know it's my only way."

" Smoking is bad." Mary declared, " and for men." She added grimly, you nodded along, grabbing her wrist.

" Please, please, please."

" Only if you give back my clothes, i miss them." She touched the soft cotton of her clothes that you were wearing, you perked up eagerly.

_

You took joy at the puffs of smoke that ridiculed the air, the night chill freezing it into clouds of silvery mist.

Mary was dozing off in the carriage until it was time to go home, so early arrival doesn't raise any questions and your mother fast asleep, her trembling lipped questions saved for the next day.

" I thought your lady was tired." You almost dropped your cigar, jumping up the swing as it creaked at sudden outburst.

" Don't drop it, i don't have any with me." His smile was too big and smug for his face, his nonchalance dripped as he took the swing opposite of you. You stared, for some reason cigar still burning in intricate yellow blazing circles, dropping to ashes.

" Forgive me my lord—" you just remembered you were no longer in Mary's clothes.

" That's the only line you grasped so far ? " Benedict leaned on his swing, catching your wrist as he dragged you to sit.

You sat down with a thud, swing jiggling with your weight as you processed his smile.

" I..." You stammered, flushing in heat as he inhaled you in, you were back in your clothes, the one you were supposed to wear. And Mary was right, you couldn't breathe.

" I would say you look beautiful, in everything, in anything..or—" in nothing.

" I should leave." You throat itched.

" Stay." He was soft, almost a whine, a plead.

" Please don't tell anyone." You tried your best persuading smile, it worked on Gissele all the time, your lips pouting and eyes shining with stars.

Benedict's mouth curved in a smile, he clicked his tongue as he attempted to speak but he found he couldn't. A pause, then—

" You love tormenting me, don't you ? " Benedict took the burning cigar from you, locking your eyes with his own as he brought it to his mouth, a sound escaped him as his lips curved around the warmness that belonged to you, he inhaled deeply.

" I don't know what you're talking about." You tore away you eyes from the erotic display of smoking, he hummed in a dry scoff.

" Ofcourse, you wouldn't." He offered the Cigar back, every word coated with sarcasm.

The breeze was so cold that you shivered, moon hanging low in the night sky and every star stared back, Sirius, Rigel, and all of them.

" I never meant to offend you." You took the cigar back, his fingers brushed, a electrifying wave rippling inside you, like the way he held your hand and danced with you in the masquerade ball.

You noticed his flexing but said nothing, heart beating too fast to be sane and alive.

" Miss Rose—" you gasped, how could he know your name, "—have you ever been kissed ? "

" I...Benedict..lord." you clamped your mouth shut, lips suddenly struck by a bolt as they buzzed.

He leaned as you felt your back touching the rope of swing, his face too close... would he kiss you ? Would it be as electrifying as the rest of his touches ? Would you survive it or simply burn like a pheonix ?

" It's okay, we would alot when we get married. " He took away the cigar and dropped it as it was so close to burn your skin, smiling all the while. Was that a proposal ?

" Go home, it's getting cold, Mrs-yet-to-be bridgerton." And he pressed his lips against your forehead, his smile caressing your heart.

Rigel's note 🪩: while I loved this idea especially the hilarious ' Benedict gets what he wants....sex ' but I needed to base it, so it doesn't come as pervy and non con as it might, to make it comfortable enough to write on my part, I have tried to break it into parts, this part is generally meet up and getting obsession with y/n ( no use in fic ) and other will be courting and marriage bliss. Gif not mine.