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[uglypastels]

Too Sweet - Hozier x Anthony Bridgerton 🤭🤭🤭

oh my god, my first Anthony fic. So, I really hope I do this justice, though, disclaimer, it is probably not what we were expecting with this prompt combo. I for sure didn't think this is where I would take it, but that's just how it goes with writing, I suppose.

Anyway, thank you for also being my first 2024 Spotify Blurb aaahh it's so good to be back haha. ok, but anyway enjoy

word count: 1.1k warning: mention of commitment issues. 3rd POV. workaholic anthony

Spotify Blurb Event ~ Masterlist TBA

#2 Too Sweet - Hozier

You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

The candlelight flickered, announcing its last minutes of life. Though the measly attempt for attention was hardly noticed by the man sitting at his large oak desk. Overfilled with dictations of family accounts, investments, and other correspondence, there was barely enough space for him to let his hands rest. As the little fires around him dimmed into darkness, it was his eyes that began to burn with fatigue and his throat as he downed the last of his whiskey. It numbed everything around him, not that there was much more besides the work that occupied his mind for the entire day. 

He was so taken up in the documents, in fact, that he had not heard the footsteps outside in the halls that softly treaded their way to the heavy doors separating him from the rest of the world. Not even the creaking of door hinges pulled him out of his focus. Only the soft sound of her voice calling his name. 

‘Anthony?’ 

Startled, as if woken up from a deep sleep or perhaps a curse, Anthony looked up. Just like that, he grew aware of his surroundings: the pure darkness outside the windows that had encapsulated his office now as well, the ache in his back and neck from hunching over the parchments, and, specifically, the beautiful figure standing in the doorway. 

‘Are you coming to bed?’ She asked.

‘Yes, just—’

‘We both know it is never just one more account, my lord.’ She said, and even in the darkness, Anthony could tell a small smile adorned her lips. One of bemusement but also sadness. It was, after all, not the first time she had caught him working into the late hours of the night. On the contrary, it was a rare occasion for him to fall asleep at a moderate time. As with most things in life, the natural motions of the sun were merely a suggestion for Anthony Bridgerton. 

‘You’re right,’ he chuckled at her comment, finally putting down the quill and immediately it was like a weight was released off his wrist. He twisted his hand and let the joint crack in satisfaction. ‘But know, I do not expect you to fetch me every evening. It is not your duty to put me to bed.’ 

‘It is my duty to care for the man that cares for me.’ She stated matter-of-factly, if not simply sternly. ‘Especially when he does not seem to take much care of himself.’ As Anthony had reached her side by the door, she halted him with a gentle placement of her palm to his chest, observing the uneven state of his shirt buttons, which he must have adorned for the entirety of the day. As it was far past any regular bedtime, and with no use in closing the shirt once more, she undid the buttons, freeing Anthony from the material. He could not help but glance down as her hands moved down his body so elegantly. 

Perhaps it was his weary state, but he could not help his wandering mind travel to the memories of the first time this interaction between them had occurred—the discarding of clothes, though much rougher in procedure than what it had become over time. A truth far derived from Anthony’s chivalrous manner, and one which would never leave his lips til the day he passes, is that he had imagined the occurrence the moment he had laid his eyes on her. A ridiculous, primitive notion only to suit the needs of the rake that he truly was. 

The hours after their first meeting, Anthony’s mind was riddled with two contradicting thoughts, both prodigious in conception. For one, he had never before felt such a desire for a woman. With her beauty and kindness, this softness in physicality and temperament, a sweetness to fulfil and satisfy all the senses. A softness that his rigidness would do nothing upon but harm, which is why he also felt the strong obligation to distance himself from her as much as possible. 

He knew himself well enough to know that though she may be the woman filling his dreams each late night, he was not the man for her to spend her waking days with. Pursuing her affection would be a selfish act on his part. When he saw her dancing, he felt no right to her hand, let alone her lips or any other fragment of her body. 

Time was meant to be the answer. Anthony supposed that as the months went by, this silly infatuation would pass, that things would change, and, whichever way fate would take him, the frustrations would ease. 

Whichever way, but surely Lady Fortuna would never bring her to him. Not so explicitly as a frustrated–exasperated– march across the gardens, her hand in a tight grip over his wrist, and a pull away from the onlookers and their evergrowing murmurs. 

With the many things running through his mind, Anthony was still unsure how his first direct words to her managed to be a scoff of, ‘This is highly improper.’

‘As improper as you having evaded my existence for the past half year?’ 

‘I–’ Those who knew him knew Anthony to be rarely found at a loss for words, but staring at her at this very moment, as the peonies were in full bloom, he had nothing to say for him. All logic escaped him, or rather, he had freed himself from reason. The rationale behind his past actions felt foolish, only to be confirmed with her kind laugh. 

‘Anthony Bridgerton, you are the most ridiculous man I have ever met.’ And again, Anthony was found silent, but this once, it was not for a lack of words, but rather that she had not gifted him with an opportunity to speak, to begin with. 

With her lips pressed passionately against his, the world faded away. A feeling so new that still never seemed to age or dim with any future kiss that followed. Even now, years later, even when Anthony’s worries about their match resurfaced on such late nights. Where he wondered if he was ever good enough for her or if he could ever live up to the love he promised her, it all dwindled away into a distant whisper until it vanished for good. There was nothing else but him and her. 

Anthony felt his entire body release the tensions of hours past. With a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of his wife’s nearly washed-off perfume, he let go of everything but her. As the lovers kissed in each other's arms, far off in the distance of the ton, the tower clock struck, and the church bells rang in echoes of their final chord of the day. 

the end.

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[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

hi! i saw your request post, and can i request a gender neutral anthony story in which the reader and anthony hate each other, but reader and benedict are best friends?

Pride Before The Fall (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader)

AN: Thank you for reading my post before you sent this in! I hope you like what I've written. I left the ending kinda vague since you didn't specify if you wanted a resolution - which I think I'd be down for writing over a series of mini blurbs (rather than a full on fic) like something people can send asks in and I respond with a blurb type. Let me know if that's something you'd be interested in!

Content Warnings: Reader is gender neutral, no use of Y/N

Masterlist // Read Before Requesting

The park was a hotspot for the daytime proceedings of every season. Families promenading together, arranged around picnic blankets beneath canopies, young couples awkwardly finding their feet through small talk whilst being stalked by a member of their staff who would record all said to memory then regurgitate it to the rest of the household staff once they’d returned home. Sunshine pleasant enough to be basked in, flower perfuming the air with romance, ducks gliding across the lake, it was ever bubbling with the life of society.

It was precisely why Anthony had chosen to take a turn about the lake with Miss Harper. He maintained a brisk pace with his feet and his mouth, asking many questions to decide whether to rule her out of his mission to find his Viscountess. On paper, she seemed ideal: a cellist who spoke French and was well-versed with a waltz. However the sentences were strung together in a strained sense and Anthony found himself already deciding who he would speak to next.

As he and his walking partner drew towards his family, he spied – in the near distance �� you. His stride staggered a tad before he negotiated with himself to carry on forwards. His gaze was set on you, speaking with Benedict, though from this distance, Anthony could not tell. Benedict withdrew his sketchpad from behind his back and held it up. You grabbed for it, but he held it just out of reach, walking backwards and teasing you as you bounded after him until you both reached the Bridgerton picnic.

Side by side, you and Benedict always had been bosom buddies. You knew about Benedict’s penchant for art before he told anyone in his family. It was this relationship that irked Anthony so.  

Anthony hastily bid Miss Harper goodbye then, with a quick adjustment of his coat, he propelled himself back to his family.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted, intending for it to be addressing everyone present.

However his stare was concentrated on you and your bowed head, leaning over Benedict’s sketch book. When you finally noticed you were being spoken to by someone who was not your best friend, you did not rise to courtesy, only offering a blank faced “Good afternoon, my lord” before returning to your conversation with Benedict. Anthony did his best to hide his disdain.

“I take it Miss Harper was not to your standards?” Benedict probed, snapping his book closed upon realising that Anthony was not leaving them alone. Before Anthony could retort, he and Benedict caught your confused expression, your nose adorably wrinkled with your brow.

Touching your hand as if delivering grave news, Benedict spoke sombrely, “Haven’t you heard? Dearest Anthony is seeking out a wife.”

You took a second, then you let out a sardonic huff: “God help her.”

Pride flared up, Anthony countered, “You still clinging to my brother’s arm as tightly as you do to spending your life alone?”

“Better alone than in your company!” That was what made you stand and leave with the last word being a quick farewell to the Bridgerton family (with your back to Anthony).

Benedict sighed loudly, pushing himself up, “Why’d you have to do that? Now I’ll have to listen to them ranting about you again.”

Turning his head to follow your retreating form, Anthony asked with his voice catching in his throat, “They talk about me?”

“Every time you so much as breathe in their direction. I swear I’ve not seen a couple so concerned with each and unmarried.”

With a pat on his brother’s shoulders, Benedict jogged after you, to continue delighting in your company. Anthony let out a haughty scoff.

“They’re already gone, brother,” remarked Eloise, not taking an eye off her book.

So Anthony planted himself in a chair, his back rigid, and pretended to making notes on his next potential partner.

Regret resumed digging its grave in his stomach as he saw you link arms with Benedict and begin strolling along the dirt path. It was far too late to curate any sense of kinship with you; it had been too late for a while. But he’d rather suffer in his emotions in silence and still get those tongue lashings from you than admit defeat and confess his affections for you only to receive your malicious delight and eternal humiliation.

Little did he know that, across the lake, as you were finally allowing Benedict room to breathe and discuss his latest painting, you let Anthony linger in the corner of your eye with a prayer of thanks for your defensiveness, for you would not know what to do if you had not left sooner – lest Anthony, the beholder of your heart, say anything more to break it.

[lisacameron99]

blurb/preview from the series i’m writing about anthony x oc (polly featherington)

summary: kate dies in a tragic accident and anthony needs help caring for his two children, who better to help than his and kate’s best friend polly?

warnings: major character death, angst, mad anthony, sad anthony, kids, stereotypical gender roles for early 1800s in england

“would you for one second just listen to me?” i screamed to anthony.

“i cannot! my wife is dead, you and the rest of the ton expect me to just move on? i won’t do it. i have children to attend to, who need a father. i have responsibilities as viscount to run the home. i do not expect you to understand!”

“anthony im not expecting anything from you. im asking that you let me help you.”

“and how do you suppose we do that, huh? how, pray tell, polly, do you suppose we do that?”

“your children need caring for.” i said quietly. “and it’s not that you’re not doing a good job.” i added quickly before he could yell at me again. “but they need constant care. they are 1 month old and 2 year old. you are right, you have responsibilities as viscount and i respect and honor that, my lord. but let me help you with the children.”

anthony thought for a moment before nodding.

“but you must live at the house. they need it to be constant, so you must be there when they need you.”

fin. more to come.

[alyswritings]

Hey!!! I love your writing so much!! I was hoping you could write an Anthony x daughter!reader where they have weekly daddy daughter dates since Anthony is super busy and kind of has to be a father to his younger siblings as well, so he wants her to know she is special and not forgotten in all the shuffle. Maybe they get super dressed up and go to Gunther's for ice cream and just super fluffy!? Thank you in advance!! 💞💞💞

Anthony hears a knock on the door to his office.

"Come in." He calls out. The door opens, Y/N peeking in. She walks in and shuts the door behind her. "Hello, love."

"Hi." Y/N walks over, standing next to him.

"Do you need something?" Anthony asks, looking at her.

"We're still going out on Saturday, right?" Y/N asks.

"Yes, of course. Do I ever miss it?" Anthony questions.

"No." Y/N shakes her head.

"Exactly. So, on Saturday, we will be up and ready to go. Promise." Anthony kisses her forehead.

- - -

Anthony is waiting at the bottom of the stairs for Y/N. He hears running and knows it's her, looking up as she carefully races down the stairs. She jumps onto the main floor and grins up at him.

"You look magnificent, darling." Anthony smiles and she giggles.

"Thank you." She says, holding his hand.

- - -

Y/N is sitting at their table and Anthony walks over with the ice cream. He sets the large bowl in the middle.

"There we go." He says. Y/N grins at the sweet treat, grabbing her spoon and digging in. Anthony eats some ice cream, but goes at a slower pace so that Y/N can get whatever she wants.

"I love Saturdays." Y/N grins.

"As do I, dearest." Anthony softly smiles.

After eating ice cream, the two leave and take a walk through the park, Y/N swinging their hands back and forth.

"I have a question." Y/N says.

"Ask away." Anthony says.

"Why do you always spend Saturdays with me? You don't have days with any of your siblings. You say you raise them too." Y/N says.

"Well, I do -- and did -- but between them and work and-- and my mother insisting I marry." He mutters the last part, annoyance in his voice making Y/N giggle. "I'm just making sure you know that I'm never too busy for you, and I love you. You deserve time with me without me distracted by others things."

"I love you too." Y/N says.

[khioneee]

könig was a gentleman, no doubt about it. he’d open your jars without hesitation, offer you his jacket the moment you shivered, and god forbid you try to open a door—he’d sooner throw himself in front of a moving car than let you lift a finger. polite, chivalrous, and protective to the point of obsession.

könig was a gentleman.

but in bed, that facade shattered. in bed, könig was all man—fierce, raw, and possessive.

���mine,” he growled low in your ear, the word vibrating through you like a command. his voice dripped with ownership, each syllable leaving no room for argument. he wasn’t just saying it; he was declaring it, as if by the act alone, he had carved his name into your very soul.

and you would have denied it—if it weren’t true. no one else would ever fit where he’d been. no one else would ever reach where he’s been. not after him. you knew it, and he knew it. there was no going back now. you’re ruined for anyone else. so, as far as you were concerned, he better be planning to stay—because no one but könig could ever fill the void he left behind.

his cock twitched in response, like it was already considering going again, jerking slightly as you clenched around him. a warm trickle of his seed slipped from you, and the sight seemed to set him off all over again.

he grabbed your chin, rough and unrelenting, turning your face to meet his gaze. his eyes were dark and heavy with desire, an unquenchable hunger simmering beneath the surface.

“tell me it’s mine, maus,” he snarled, his voice sharp and desperate, like the words themselves could tether you to him forever.

and you knew—knew there was only one answer you could give, one that would satisfy the man hovering over you, his body tense with need and ownership.

“it’s yours,” you whispered breathlessly. “it’s always been yours.”

his lips curled into a satisfied, feral grin as if your words were the final piece to a puzzle he had already solved. there was no gentleness left in him now—only a man who knew he had claimed what was his.

[fiction-is-life]

🥵 Makes me want to take up yoga!

Hello, congratulations once again on hitting 1.5K! can I ask for a mini Drabble with…

“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

And for Anthony please 💙

Hi Nonny!

Thank you! Here you go. Bit of modern AU Anthony this time. I hope you enjoy this! 😁🧡🧡

Also my longest yet, I need to rein it in closer to 250 words again lol

Under cut cos filth.

“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought,” his bemused voice startles you out of your tricky yoga pose. You know he is joking. And you can tell instantly what he is after right now.

“It's rude to interrupt a yoga session,” you shoot back.

“Apologies, I shall go back to silently spectating,” Anthony winks as he leans against the doorframe, gesturing for you to continue.

“It's even ruder to watch. You should participate,” you challenge, turning away but shooting him a loaded look over your shoulder.

You feel his heavy gaze on your bottom in your fitted yoga pants as you intentionally bend over into Downward Facing Dog.

“I can definitely think of better uses of your body in that position,” his tone unmistakable.

“Promises, promises,” you sigh theatrically as you push down onto the mat into Cobra Pose.

He stalks over suddenly, and you squeal as he spanks your left butt cheek hard. Your skin tingles as he straddles you and surges his cock between the cleft of your bottom, the hardness unmistakable even through the expensive jeans he wears.

“I will fuck you right here. I don't care about that damn window,” he warns, his body now covering your back, teeth on the nape of your neck as he references the floor-to-ceiling glass to your left.

“Go ahead, the neighbours are annoying me anyway,” you smirk and giggle triumphantly as he grasps your waistband and yanks your bottoms down to your knees in one impressive move.

“No underwear,” he gusts, impressed.

“I can't run the risk of VPL,” your jest turns into a moan as his fingers quest between your folds from behind.

“Hmmm, now what was that new position you were talking about last night?” he queries as you hear the zip on his jeans.

“Where I put my legs behind my ears?” you pant then moan loudly as he spears deep into your body, trapping your legs closed between his thighs.

“That's the one,” he confirms, “I think we should definitely try that one,” he adds casually.

“I don't do yoga just for new sex positions, you know,” you pout over your shoulder.

“And yet I hear no complaints,” he volleys back with a raised eyebrow, holding still buried inside you.

“Shut up and fuck me,” you groan in defeat.

“Happily,” he chuckles and starts to move in earnest. You are soon screaming into your yoga mat.

[imthebadguyyy]

enchanted.

pairing • anthony bridgerton x reader

fandom • bridgerton

synopsis • you and anthony don't need words to converse.

an • mildly inspired by my coke studio binging because they're bloody amazing.

maybe it was a gift. or a lucky connection. whatever it was, you were glad it existed.

being married to a viscount meant that society had expectations. graceful, poised, calm, beautiful, intelligent. and sometimes, just sometimes, thinks could get a little overwhelming. it was perhaps your hundredth ball this season. you had decided to assist anthony in his quest to marry daphne off to someone he deemed proper enough to marry his sister. of course, it took some severe looks from you for him to reluctantly agree to let daphne actually dance with interested suitors.

having managed to convince your husband to come away for a dance (something the dowager viscountess had been most grateful for, for it meant her eldest son was away while daphne continued her quest to find a husband)

but of course it would never be that simple.

anthony bridgerton was a very, very attractive man, and every single lady in the ton new it. you'd think that his marriage to another woman would have stopped the batting eyelashes and sultry gazes, but much to your chagrin, they didn't.

if anything, they increased. hushed voices greeted you at every turn, mamas looking at you with contempt and disfavour. you were the woman who had deprived their daughters of the title of viscountess.

you could feel their gazes burning holes in the silky material of your blue dress, matching anthony's waist coat and cravat. his hands rested lightly on your waist, and interlaced with your fingers. he couldnt believe he was married to a woman like you, a woman so sweet and kind and loving and smart.

oblivious to the vicious whispers, he leaned in close to press a kiss to your forehead, watching the way you tensed and your eyebrow creased.

"is everything alright my darling?" he asked, gently squeezing your waist.

a few feet away, lady cowper leaned around to whisper something into another lady's ears, a contemptuous smile playing on her lips, cruel eyes boring into yours.

anthony caught the way your eyes looked down after meeting lady cowper's, and the first glimmer of tears in your eyes.

he hated it.

he hated how even thought he was married to the woman he loved, the ton thought it acceptable to gossip and chatter about his marriage and make his beloved feel like she was worthless.

he was well aware of how much the comments and whispers hurt you, and that in turn hurt him.

gently, he reached up to caress your cheek, looking into your eyes.

your soft gaze met his warm, familiar one. it was safe, familial and homely.

i love you, he said, with the gentle touch of his hands. i adore you, he said, with the soft caress of your cheek. i need you, he said, with the burning passion in his eyes. i care for you, he said, with the grip on the blue silk that adorned your body.

i am yours, he said, when his lips descended upon your temple, tracing up to your forehead and then down to your nose, before pressing against the corner of your lips.

a public display of affection was a rarity for anyone, especially if it was a viscount. but anthony didn't care.

he was yours and you were his.

and if it took kissing you (something he enjoyed very much) to convince the vile ladies that he was truly enamoured with his amore, then he would gladly do it.

and so he pressed his lips to yours, sweet and plump, ignoring the sharp intake of breath from the old couple next to the both of you.

relaxing, you leaned into his touch ever so slightly before pulling back.

thank you, you said to him with the glimmer in your eyes. i love you, you said to him with the gentle pattern you were tracing on his cufflinks.

you didn't need to tell anthony what was troubling you.

he always knew.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

HI OMG IM SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING FOR SO LONG SO HERES JUST A TEENSY TINY LITTLE SNEAK PEAK OF A FIC IM GONNA POST SOON THAT ALSO WORKS AS A BLURB and I'm so sorry for being MIA for so long 😭

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[maya-custodios-dionach]

Someone in discord asked me for Penthony must-reads, and I wanted to share my list here too for new Penthony shippers.

Aside from everything in ynnej2198's penthony catalogue:

For those who don't mind the slowest of burns: Hear Our Hearts Speak by Molly_Jae [INCOMPLETE 33/40 35/50 (this is hilarious to me, love you, molly XD) ]

For beauty and the beast vibes: Scarred by JoyouslyChatty526 [COMPLETE]

What if Penelope was the Diamond in s2: Long Story Short (it was a bad time) by fade_by_starlight [COMPLETE]

Colin ships Penthony after failed courtship with Penelope (ft. Cat parents Penthony): Could It Be by IrishRose30 [TEMPORARY HAITUS DUE TO NEWBORN Slowly coming off hiatus 29/?]

Modern fake dating au: Love Me Like You Do by IrishRose30 [COMPLETE]

Modern era texting au that WILL make you laugh bc of the sheer chaotic hilarity of the bridgerton sibling gc: 7 Years of Us (via Text) by Burtonbridge04 [COMPLETE]

Amnesiac Penelope AU: Remembrance by Enaganda [COMPLETE]

Marriage of Convenience for Anthony in order to keep Sienna as a mistress, but we instead the fic earns its Jealous Anthony Bridgerton tag when Debling comes into the picture: Perfect for the role by LilithAfrodite04 [COMPLETE]

Anthony marries Penelope so that she won't be forced to marry a probably impotent 70yo and they fall in love 🥰🥰🥰: When a Rake Saves a Wallflower by Amberpoconuts [COMPLETE 29/29]

Feel free to add more! 🩷🩷🩷

[youleftmenochoicebut]

send thoughts, asks, requests… anything! guys, im so desperate it’s pathetic😔 fluff, angst, hurt, smut, short blurbs or long fics… im begging yall im bored and need some motivation!

[auroracalisto]

to call you mine.

anthony bridgerton x gn!reader, 2.4k words summary: anthony comes to the realization that perhaps he needs you more than just a few times a month. can be read as a standalone, but it is a continuation of this short fic here. tw: reader comes from a poorer background which is discussed in the first half of this, mentions of scandals, anxious thoughts, idk man i don't think there really needs to be a tw for this. not really edited though so there may be a few mistakes i missed on my initial two read-throughs. :-)

"I beg you," you softly said. "I beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow." He looked back at you as he finished buttoning up his shirt, grabbing his trousers from the end of the bed and pulling them on rather quickly. "Y/n, you know I can't do that," he said. "As much as I wish I could." He crossed the threshold to be beside of you, taking your chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I do wish I could. But it's not going to happen. Not today." read the full blurb here.

Scandalous. Unworthy. Only the words of a scandalized mind haunted your every step.

Compared to your lover, you were a simpleton—gullible, unready for the truth that the world was so willing to give. The truth that you weren't worthy of Anthony Bridgerton. A Viscount. Someone of your status wouldn't come close to being with a Viscount, no matter how much pining you did to try and get him to stay with you longer than the early hours of the morning.

You knew this. And yet, your heart pined for him. Your heart ached for him.

Day in and day out, you wished for him to stay just a bit longer. Just a bit longer, in your arms. In your bed. In the warmth of your embrace.

Oh, God, what you would give to have Anthony until your dying breath.

But the world wasn't fair. The 'ton did as it would, and if any suspected Anthony had been with you, the repercussions would be immense. Perhaps not for Anthony, but for you.

Your family would never hear the end of it. You would be scandalized until the end of your days.

You would be happy just to be beside of him. To breathe the same air as he.

We never get what we truly want, do we, dear reader?

The sanctity of your bedroom, despite how run down in may be, was all you'd share with Anthony. It seemed as if that was the only moment in time when you could share your body with his, your thoughts with his, your heart with his.

It would never be enough.

You came from a less than savory background. Your mother married for love instead of status, and married a simple printer from the slums of London.

Happy, yes, but the money wasn't what your mother was used to. At times, it seemed to go up and missing, and it would lead to arguments between your parents. As much as they loved each other, it did not help that they could not agree... financially.

But nonetheless, when the time was right and your mother was able to scrounge together enough money for a new dress and a new set of clothes for you, the two of you walked through the 'ton. She'd go and visit her mother, whom would accept her with open arms unless her father was around. She'd walk the same path as the Bridgertons' and Featheringtons' and ignore the questioning looks that were sent her way. She was after all a mysterious woman—to them, at least.

A woman who married for love. A woman who married a printer. How incredulous to think about for those of the 'ton. When it first happened, the scandal was immense.

And now, it seemed, you were in the same boat. Not wanting to marry for money but wanting to marry for love.

Love of the one and only Viscount Bridgerton. The one who could hardly look at you in the daylight, only seeking your comforts when the moon was high in the sky.

Today was one of the days that your mother finally had a new dress. It was quite charming, the deep green fabric complimenting her skin quite nicely. Your outfit was equally charming, in the color of your choice.

"Darling," your mother said, grabbing onto your arm as the two of you walked the path through the 'ton. You could remember the last time you had walked this path, nearly two months ago.

How time had flown since then.

The time spent with Anthony not only haunting your bed but your heart as well.

"Look," she said, squeezing your flesh with warm fingers. She doesn't point, but she nudges you and motions with her head.

Your eyes flickered towards where she directed, and you could feel your heart plummet.

Anthony Bridgerton and his family were out for a stroll. His brother seemed rather amused over something, even going as far as calling his brother's name.

You looked at your mother, feeling rather... ridiculous for how nervous you felt.

"We should keep walking, mother," you said.

"Nonsense! Long ago, I was quite close to Violet Bridgerton. I'd like to say hello, Y/n."

"But mother—"

"—it is not often that I allow myself a stroll through the 'ton. The carriage out is an expense in itself, Y/n. Please. Allow me to say hello to an old friend."

You paused, a soft frown on your lips. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry mother."

She let out a soft sigh and patted your arm, giving a small nod. She continued to walk forward with you.

When Violet Bridgerton spotted the two of you, she began to smile.

She called your mother's name and immediately left her children's side, coming to the woman she had once called a dear friend.

"Oh, my, how lovely you look!" Violet hugged your mother tightly once she had let go of your arm.

You stood to the side, eyes flickering from your mother to Violet. Then, when you believed it was safe, you glanced towards the bane of your existence—Anthony Bridgerton.

He was looking.

Your eyes widened a bit and you quickly looked away.

Just a few nights before had he been in your bed, looking at you with those delicious brown eyes. Just a few nights before had he ravished your body, looking at you as if you were the diamond he had been searching for all his life.

You could barely look at him without becoming flustered.

As Violet and your mother spoke, you hardly paid attention. Only when your mother said your name did you properly look to them.

"Remember Y/n?" your mother asked.

Violet smiled. "Oh, my," she said. "They certainly have grown, hm? I remember when they were just a little thing. How old are you, now, dear? Close to Daphne's age, yes?"

You blinked slowly and mutter out an answer.

Violet heard anyway. "Well," she softly said. "You are a beauty, through and through. Your mother was always quite beautiful growing up. You are lucky to have that with you, dear."

You weakly smiled. "Thank you, Lady Bridgerton."

Violet smiled softly at your politeness. She looked back at your mother. "Come. Walk with my family. There is much I'd like to talk to you about before you go and hide for the next few months, friend."

Your mother didn't look at you as she happily agreed. You would have protested, but the excited look on her face made you hesitate.

You could deal with being near the one you secretly loved if it meant your mother would be happy, even if momentarily.

The sun is high in the sky as the two of you walk towards Violet's family.

You see as Anthony's brother, the one you believe to be Benedict, nudges him rather roughly. Anthony looked to you, face paling at the sight of you.

He had promised you only nights before that you would see him again soon. You supposed he kept his promise, if not crudely done.

You could hardly look at him as you walked along with your mother, looking anywhere but him.

His sister, Eloise, is the one who comes to stand beside of you.

"You are Y/n," Eloise blurted, looking at you with wide, curious eyes. It wasn't often she met one of her brother's conquests—hell, she wasn't even sure if he knew she had found out. Eloise is rather... studious when she wants to be, when it comes to her brothers.

You blinked slowly as you looked at her. "I... I am, yes."

Eloise let out a soft hum, looking over her shoulder. Anthony is staring, saying something out of earshot to Benedict. Eloise then looked out towards the path as they walked.

"It is nice to have a name to the face," she said. "It is often that I only hear your name and have nothing more to go by."

You blinked slowly. "How did you—"

"—he speaks of you," she quickly said. "Often."

"He does?"

Your voice is small—weak, even. As if you couldn't believe the words you were hearing.

"Yes," Eloise said, a humble smile on her lips. "He does."

Benedict Bridgerton looked to his brother, a not-so-subtle grin on his lips. "You act as if you have never been in love, brother."

"I haven't," Anthony said, walking along the path. He looked towards Y/n and her mother as they walked alongside of his mother.

"Why do you lie?" Benedict teased. "It is as if you have never been so in-tune with your own feelings than now. You know you have been in love. You are staring at the very object of your affections, and yet you are letting them slip right through your fingertips."

He looked back at his brother, going to protest, but it dies on his lips. He knows he is right.

He has told Y/n far too many times that he would go back to them—that he would see them soon enough, that he would ravish them on another night.

He has told Y/n far too many times that he needed to return to his family before morning.

He was a Viscount, for god's sake. He could do as he pleased.

But something within him didn't want to do as he pleased just because of that. He wanted more. He wanted more from Y/n, from himself. From the love he knew he could create with them.

He would be better. For them. For himself, and for his family.

Days passed by rather quickly. It was as if your lonely nights had blurred into one. Not that you were complaining. How could you? The longer time passed, the sooner you would see Anthony once more.

In the early hours of an especially difficult night, the knock at your window is unmistakable.

How childish it was for him to throw pebbles at your window to get your attention. It was as if he hadn't grown, despite being at the right age of nine and twenty.

You go to your window and look down, seeing none other than Anthony Bridgerton. You open the window to peer down at him, a deep frown on your lips.

"Anthony—"

"—please, Y/n," he said, almost desperate. The way he says your name makes you melt. "We need to talk. Now."

You blinked slowly and stared at him for almost a solid minute. You reach over and grab a shawl to keep over your shoulders as you walked to the back entrance, where Anthony would greet you like he did so many other times.

But this time, the greeting was a deep and hungry kiss, hands cupping your cheeks as if he'd not had a comforting touch in a hundred years.

You let out a noise of surprise, nearly losing your grasp on your shawl as you kiss him back, eyes fluttering shut.

When he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, he spoke.

"I need you," he said.

"Anthony..."

"No," he said. "You do not understand what I am saying, Y/n. I need you like I've—oh, I've never needed anyone as bad as what I need you. Not just your body. Not just—not just your lips, love. I need—I need all of you."

You stared up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"The last you saw of me. I said you wouldn't be happy with me. I—I hope that it is merely a lie of mine. The way I would burn the 'ton to the ground just to have you by my side—you have no idea what I would do for you."

You just listened as he spoke, wide eyed and breathing heavily.

"You asked me to stay. Stay 'til tomorrow. Y/n, I... I cannot do that unless you become mine. Completely mine. And I—I do not wish to part from you. Parting from you is like parting from a vice that I didn't know I needed. I need you more than I ever believed possible." Anthony licked his lips, looking down at you. His hands cupped your cheeks once more, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "I do not wish to be parted from you any more than I have been."

"And how will you do that?" you asked, gently grabbing onto his forearms as he looked into your eyes. "You said it yourself. You cannot stay with me."

He shook his head, resting his forehead against yours. "I will make it work. I am a Viscount, and my sister is the Duchess of Hastings. The things that I can do will solve all the problems we may face... if you'll have me, of course."

You swallowed nervously as you watched him. "But the scandal—"

"—to hell with the scandals, Y/n," he said. "I would face a hundred of them if it meant that I could see your face morning, noon, and night. I would face a hundred more just to be able to call you mine."

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Not as desperate as the one from before, but still just as powerful.

"Please. I know what I said, and I am sorry for being so foolish. You are the one I want, the one I need. My heart yearns for yours, Y/n."

"What are you asking me, Anthony?"

"I am asking you to marry me, Y/n. Marry me, and I will never leave you alone. Not like I have."

"You wish for me to marry you?"

"More than anything I've ever wished for," he softly said.

"Even though I am not of... of proper standing?"

"You are proper enough," he said, a small smile quirking on his lips.

You let out a soft huff, eyes searching his, before you find yourself nodding in return.

"I will marry you, but only with one condition," you said.

His eyes widened a bit. "Yes, of course. What is it?"

"Do not leave my side. When we are together, do not leave unless it is absolutely necessary. I do not know if I could handle it if you were to leave me to my lonesome," you said. "You have already done so, far too many times."

He smiled down at you, pressing yet another kiss to your lips. "I promise."

"No. Swear it."

He pulled back, tilting his head. "I swear it, Y/n. I will do no such thing for as long as I breathe."

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Spotify Wrapped Blurb Challenge - 2024

It's that time of the year... My Spotify Wrapped Blurbs are back!*

This blog's somewhat unofficial End-Of-The-Year celebration, but if you're new here, a quick explanation:

My inbox is upon for prompt-based blurb requests

But the prompts are the titles of my top 100 songs from this year's Spotify Wrapped.

So, send me a number/title from the list + which character you want me to write for

+ any additional info you want to include, if you have any specific ideas for the blurb (i.e. au, setting, trope, plot points)

Blurbs can be Fluff/Smut/Angst - and you can check my general guideline post for specifics

One rule: we listen, and we don't judge music tastes.

And please reblog to boost the post

See character and prompt list under the cut 🩷

Characters List:

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Logan Howlett/Wolverine (X-Men)

Sanji (One Piece [Live Action])

Roronoa Zoro (One Piece [Live Action])

debut: Anthony Bridgerton

debut: Benedict Bridgerton

Prompt List:

And I'm up for negotiations of other characters if you ask nicely :p

It is also implied that the blurbs are character x reader.

Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

Too Sweet - Hozier

obsessed - Olivia Rodrigo

Fortnight - Taylor Swift ft. Post Malone

Down Bad - Taylor Swift

HOT TO GO! Chappel Roan

Feather - Sabrina Carpenter

End of Beginning - Djo

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Taylor Swift

Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan

so american - Olivia Rogrigo

Calling After Me - Wallows

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - Taylor Swift

Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan

Nothing Matters - The Last Dinner Party

Fainted Love - Conan Gray

Guilty as Sin? - Taylor Swift

Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

Poison Poison - Reneé Rapp

Bourgeoisieses - Conan Gray

So High School - Taylor Swift

Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter

Your Apartment - Wallows

BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish

So Long, London - Taylor Swift

Taste - Sabrina Carpenter

Not My Fault - Reneé Rapp ft. Megan Thee Stallion

As it Was - Harry Styles

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - Taylor Swift

Coincidence - Sabrina Carpenter

Houdini - Dua Lipa

Murder On The Dancefloor - Sophie Ellis-Bextor

But Daddy I Love Him - Taylor Swift

Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Kiss You - One Direction

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl - Chappell Roan

imgonnagetyouback - Taylor Swift

LUNCH - Billie Eilish

What Makes You Beautiful - One Direction

De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier

Florida!!! - Taylor Swift ft. Florence + the Machine

Mama Do The Hump - Rizzle Kicks

Personal Lies - Djo

we can't we be friends (wait for your love) - Ariana Grande

The Tortured Poets Department - Taylor Swift

Wet Dream - Wet Leg

Gloom - Djo

Juno - Sabrina Carpenter

Fresh Out the Slammer - Taylor Swift

Training Season - Dua Lipa

OMG - Suki Waterhouse

Good Graces - Sabrina Carpenter

The Albatross - Taylor Swift

Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet

Steal My Girl - One Direction

Never Ending Song - Conan Gray

I Look In People's Windows - Taylor Swift

Babydoll - Dominic Fike

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Mystery of Love [Instrumental] - Hannah Stater

Cassandra - Taylor Swift

Infinity - One Direction

Are You Bored Yet? - Wallows ft. Clairo

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

How Did It End? - Taylor Swift

Moments - One Direction

360 - Charli XCX

Talk Too Much - Reneé Rapp

I Can See You - Taylor Swift

Sound of the Underground - Girls Aloud

Live While We're Young - One Direction

Lonely Dancers - Conan Gray

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me - Taylor Swift

Pretty Girls - Reneé Rapp

Best Song Ever - One Direction

Javelin - Rizzle Kicks

Peter - Taylor Swift

Disciples - Tame Impala

Midnight Memories - One Direction

Sharpest Tool - Sabrina Carpenter

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Chateau (Feel Alright) - Djo

Taken - One Direction

Hurricane - Bridgit Mendler

I Hate It Here - Taylor Swift

Alright - Supergrass

I Wish - One Direction

Boys & Girls - Conan Gray

loml - Taylor Swift

Bye Bye Bye - *NSYNC

Stockholm Syndrome - One Direction

Someone New - Hozier

The Alchemy - Taylor Swift

Maneater - Halls & Oates

Strong - One Direction

Change - Djo

The Black Dog - Taylor Swift

Photograph - Stacey Bassetti

Story of My Life - One Direction

Dumb & Poetic - Sabrina Carpenter

Bonus songs [Honourable Mentions]:

a. Skip to the Good Bit - Rizzle Kicks

b. Girls & Boys - Blur

c. Rule the World - Take That

d. I NEED YOU - Jon Batiste

e. APT. - ROSÉ, Bruno Mars

f. King Nothing - Metallica

Tagging besties for a boost:

g. Angel Of My Dreams - JADE

@spiderrrling @deceptive-daydreams @littlexdeaths @mydearzero @hellfiremunsonn @courtingchaos @edsforehead @babybluebex @joequiinn @elvendria @hellfire-state-of-mind @

disclaimer: this author, as much as she wants to write as many blurbs as possible, reserves the right to object to requests for whatever reason, and also has to clarify that requests may not be fulfilled due to motivational or situational problems.

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Benedict Bridgerton with wife reader. Benedict was protective of his children and wife who was constantly testing his patience and put him over the edge. She wondered if he would be dead/greying before knew she was pregnant (again!) if he continues to act like this. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))

Mama's boy: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!wife!reader

Blurb. Thanks for the ask dear, hope you enjoy it 🫶🏼

Masterlist Characters I write for

"Y/n! Lennox! Please, don't you dare!"

Your husband shouts loud enough to be heard by the whole tone, but not enough to stop you and your adventurous four-year-old son from climbing to the highest branches of an old oak in the Aubrey Hall gardens. So he cannot do anything but admire the scene unfolding in front of him, the laughs of the two people he loves and overcares most in the world echoing in his family's Summer residence.

The delicate cloth of your gown threatens to tear whenever it's caressed by the limbs. He could still hear Anthony's incredulous voice when he informed about his resolution to court you.

"Miss l/n, brother? Are you certain? She has quite the daring streak, or so the rumours say" Just a serious gaze coming from Viscountess Kate Bridgerton was the only thing needed to confirm his approval.

That was probably why he had been drawn to you in the first place. And do not mislead my words, he was glad his older brother had been correct.

"Ben, my dear, join us! The view is worthy of one of your paintings!"

Well, most of the time at least. But not when you were too reckless without a reason. What would any other sane gentleman when the ones he holds closer to his heart are far from his protection? There is no other option but worry to death, at least not for him.

"You two will be the dead to me, darling" He laughs reluctantly while leaning into the trunk. "He takes after you" His adoring gaze know shifts to Lennox.

The living proof of your love for each other. The light of his nights. But also the little boy who troubles him too much in times like these. You and your son exchange a mischievous glance and finally decide to listen to him and climb down in order to give him a break.

"Do not worry, I am sure that the next one will be more like his father. Caring, artistic gentle..." You smile as you place your head on his shoulder, pleased to your husband's shocked expression.

"The next one? y/n, is there something I must know?"

But no words are needed when you place his gentle palm over your belly. No explanation, just pure love and understanding.

"I am going to be an older brother, dada!" Lennox jumps into his father's arms and joins the familiar embrace which soon will hold another kid.

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𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

characters i write for

(i no longer take requests, sorry!)

criminal minds: aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez

stranger things: eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, nancy wheeler

tasm: peter parker (andrew garfield’s peter only)

bridgerton: benedict, anthony, colin, kate

𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱

some bunny special- dad!spencer x fem!reader

please don’t have somebody waiting on you- s1!spencer x bau!reader

lovely to sit between comfort and chaos, part 1- spencer reid x fem!reader

part 2

in the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life- young dad!spencer reid x bau!mom!reader

is it that sweet? i guess so!- later seasons!spencer reid x plus size!liason!reader

time makes you bolder, children get older- young dad!spencer reid x bau!mom!reader

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs s.r.

𝗮𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗲𝗿

we can’t be friends (wait for your love)- complete

part 2

part 3

part 4

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs a.h.

𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻

good old fashioned lover boy- benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

blurbs found under the tag- belle’s blurbs s.h.

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

the boy is mine- eddie munson x fem!reader

[daenysx]

I would love love love a Sirius blurb of him just being a total simp over a Hufflepuff! Reader or a Sunshine! Reader. Maybe they’re married and he’s a reformed ladies’ man and he’s totally so whipped for his wife that the guys tease him about it (lovingly). Think like Anthony and Kate Bridgerton kind of smitten, like aggressive adorable.

I love your writing and have been on tumblr for just a little bit but your page is one of my favorite places to be.

This is for your sad girl sleepover, but it’s totally up to you whether you feel like writing it or not; my love and hugs regardless!

"wake up, babe." you kiss sirius's cheek soundly. "wake up, wake up."

sirius grunts, buries his face to pillow as if he can escape getting up. he mumbles something you don't hear.

"we're gonna be late." you say, excitement drips from your voice. "well, we won't but if you wake up now, we can take our time with the breakfast."

he shakes his head again, such a grumpy in the mornings. you play with his gorgeous locks, fingers rubbing his scalp lightly. he's pulled by your touch, nuzzling closer to your side. "please."

leaning into his pretty face, you kiss his cheek again. then his neck, and his bare shoulder. "i'm gonna make you pancakes and coffee if you wake up now." you try to bribe him. you'll do them anyway but he doesn't have to know that now.

"i can't." he says. "my eyes are closing on their own."

you love his morning voice so much, it's so scratchy and deep, you get into his arms, practically forcing your way to snuggle to his chest. "i love you." you say, pressing kisses on his neck. "open your eyes."

sirius holds you close to his chest. if anyone, including james and remus, would try so hard to wake him up so early in the morning, he'd be the grumpiest person in the whole world and turn their lives into hell to his pleasure. he once had a big fight with remus because of it when they were still at school. james still gets so surprised every time sirius replies his texts early in the morning, ever since the beginning of your relationship.

when it's just you and him, though- how can he resist your shiny smile and bubbly voice? you're being so sweet on him, kissing him everywhere, trying to give him hopeful eyes for having a long breakfast and going to a picnic with him. he keeps you on his chest, spending his last minute in bed wrapped around your warmth.

and then- he feels like his heart will explode. he's giddy all of a sudden, he takes a precious minute to kiss you. he always has the urge to keep you to himself, right there on his chest, just to have your sweetness all to him and no one else. he kisses you a bit roughly than he means to. you kiss him back, your hand stuck in his hair to accept his affections.

"hmm?" he says, finally blinking his eyes open.

"here you are, handsome." you say, cupping his cheek. "i was afraid you'll never wake up."

"morning, gorgeous." sirius says. "i'm awake, promise. can we have some coffee?"

"yes!" you say, leaving the bed. "meet me in the kitchen."

sirius rubs his eyes. he forces himself to go to bathroom. you're singing in the kitchen, it takes a lot of strength of him to go wash his face instead of going to kitchen and hold you in his arms.

sad girl sleepover ♡

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Congratulations on 500 non-bot followers! I just joined the ranks after reading the angstly little treat you did for @eleanor-bradstreet 🤩

I would like to request a blurb for Anthony from your prompt list. #8 - "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while."

This is so fun!

Trapped and Titillated

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the follow, love, and for your kind words! I am so glad you liked Touchstone of Our Character!  I had so much fun writing this request; it is quite a bit longer than a blurb, but I hope that makes up for the fact it has taken me so long to write it!  Enjoy!

Summary: You are trapped with the Viscount.

Warnings: Angst, getting locked in a room, verbal fighting, steamy make out session, brotherly teasing

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The door wouldn’t budge.  Oh, I knew when that latch clicked, I was doomed.  Utterly doomed.  And it was all his fault.

“Well, you have done it now, my lord,” I seethed, letting the veneer of polite reserve fall away.  It was always thin around him anyway.

Anthony Bridgerton had the audacity to raise one perfect, dark brow.  “I have done it?” he intoned, his voice cutting through my rising panic, reinforcing who I was angry at.

“Yes,” I hissed.  “You shut the door behind you, and now it is jammed.  It may be hours before someone comes by and finds us, and what then?”

He took a step towards me, matching the one I had subconsciously taken, bringing us closer than society would deem acceptable.  “As far as I am concerned, I have only done what was my right.  This is my library in my home, and I may shut any door I please.”

“Not when an unmarried young lady is in said library - unaccompanied.  Or have you forgotten the rules of the Ton while you were busy raking about the kingdom?” I knew I had struck my mark when I saw the Viscount’s eyes darken, his whole body tensing.

“Miss (Y/L/N), you do not know of what you speak,” he said through clenched teeth, and I shivered from the ice in his tone.  Anthony certainly did not miss it.  “I was raised a gentleman, Miss (Y/L/N), as a member of one of the most respected families in all of England, no less.”  

I scoffed and raised my chin and matched his stance.  We were practically nose-to-nose with each other.  “Well, there must be an exception to every rule, my lord, and I suppose you are it.”

I wanted to take the words back as soon as I said them, terrified at the way his features turned from red-hot anger to a cold, stony silence.  I took a shaky breath.  “M-my lord, I apologize.  I believe I am overwrought from the events of today.  Please forgive me,” I spoke in a rush, not daring to make eye contact with those dark depths again.

A long moment passed before he cleared his throat, his complexion returned to a more normal hue but his posture still stiff.  “It looks like we'll be trapped for a while, Miss (Y/L/N).  We may as well make ourselves comfortable," he spoke in a clipped, quiet tone.  For some odd reason, I wished he would have yelled instead.

He must have noticed the look of panicked confusion on my face as I alternated between staring at him and the couches near the fire.  “Do not fear, Miss (Y/L/N), I shall strive to reign in my more ungentlemanly urges.  Your virtue is safe from me.”

I bit my lip, nodding at his words.  They were what I wanted to hear.  Right?  Oh, dash it!  I had never been prone to hysterics before, but something about being this close to the Viscount was making my thoughts and feelings a muddle.  So, I did the only thing that felt safe.

I pretended to read.

I believed it was working, too.  That is, until the Viscount cleared his throat again.  I wanted to roll my eyes at the realization that the smallest of his gestures still commanded attention.  I was looked over during a one-on-one conversation, but Lord Anthony Bridgerton could simply breathe in a certain way and every head would turn.

“Is there something you need, my lord?”  I asked, my eyes still blindly trained on the pages in front of me so that I missed his growing smirk.

“You must be a great reader, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said.

I raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.  “Yes, I do love a good book,” I returned, turning the page.

“You are most certainly a more avid reader than I.”

That made me look up at him, confusion wrinkling my brow.  “Why do you say that, my lord?” 

He openly smiled now, allowing me to see that little dimple in his one cheek.  “I have never mastered the art of reading words that are upside-down.”

“What?”  I looked down and finally saw what book I had picked up.  It was a tome on new farming practices, and it was indeed upside down.  

Well, I could not let him win that easily.  “I find I absorb the words much better when it is more difficult to read them.”  I looked down my nose as I had seen many women do.  “I believe it is important to challenge oneself, so one does not become ignorant and vain.”

His features twisted into a wry grin.  “Very true, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said in a tight voice.  He crossed over to the sofa I was sitting on and sat down - far too close for comfort.  “What are other pursuits that you find are challenging enough, may I ask?”

I knew he was goading me, but I simply could not back down from his challenge.  “Any activities I find rewarding, I suppose.”  I closed the book and tilted my head, staring him in the eye.  “Making sound investments, helping run the household, volunteering for charities,” I listed, not even trying to mask the smugness in my tone.  “Basically anything that contributes to society, unlike spending every night at gaming hells or with ladies of the night or -���

His lips crashed onto mine, cutting me off.  I felt positively surrounded by him as he crushed me into the back of the sofa, his strong arms encircling my waist and pulling me into him.  He smelled of bay rum and mint, and it was utterly intoxicating.  

At first, I was too shocked to react, but as his lips moved insistently on my own, I started to follow his lead.  He growled when I parted my lips, and my eyes shot open when he darted his tongue into my mouth, but it felt too good to pull away.  So, I pulled him closer.

My hands tangled in his dark locks, and when my fingers caught on a knot, Anthony pulled back slightly, moaning.  I gasped and pulled back.  “Did I hurt you, my lord?” I asked, concerned.

He groaned again, his eyes darkening further.  “Call me that again,” he growled, panting heavily.

My face twisted in confusion.  “My lord?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his lips finding mine again.  His hands wandered this time, sending pings of pleasure straight to my core.  I couldn’t hold back my own noises when his strong hands found my breasts, my nipples pebbling embarrassingly.  

I lost track of time as Anthony peppered wet kisses down my neck and over the swells of my breasts where my dress did not cover them.  He started to work his hand under the skirt of my dress when a crash was heard on the other side of the library.  

“Brother! Are you in here?  I need to get away from all of the matchmaking endeavours mother has concocted,” the voice of Anthony’s brother, Benedict, was heard.  Anthony’s head snapped up, a panicked look in his eyes.  

“Stay here.  I shall get rid of him,” Anthony whispered before rising from the sofa, straightening his jacket where I had mussed it.  “Brother.  You find me at an inopportune time.  I was just leaving,” he called out to his brother, trying to prevent him from seeing me.

“Why?  You already met with the steward this morning.  You have nothing else planned until dinner.”  Even I could hear the skepticism in Benedict’s voice as it grew closer.  

“Well, yes, but I thought I might go for a ride,” Anthony hedged.

“Wonderful!  I shall join you!”

“No!” Anthony shouted.  “I mean, I was wishing to ride out alone this time,” he finished in a more tempered tone.  

There was a long pause where I thought Benedict just may have believed the lie.  “Are you sure you want to be alone?  Because I think Miss (Y/L/N) might disagree.”  I gasped.  “I shall see you at dinner, brother, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said, a door closing behind him shortly after.  

I sat up with a huff, my cheeks flaming a brighter red than they had been before.  “I am sorry; I did not think anyone would follow me here -”

“What door did he come through?” I interrupted what was sure to be a very eloquent apology.

Now, the Viscount’s cheeks turned red and he scratched the back of his neck nervously.  “Well, um, he used the hidden entrance in the south wall.”

“Oh, you cad!” I screamed.  “Open it.  Now, my lord.”

Anthony silently moved toward the south wall, pulling a certain book back to reveal a hidden door.  I gathered my dignity about me as I fixed my skirts.  I caught a whiff of his cologne once more as I passed him, and for a brief moment, I wanted to turn back.  Instead, I held my head high, giving the Viscount one of those superior looks other ladies had mastered.  I wanted him to know I was not to be trifled with.

But I knew this was not the end of my encounters with the Viscount.

~

My Masterlist

[regencyrosalie]

I love the angsty stories but I need a cute fluffy Anthony x wife story. After season 3 and how cute of a husband he was I need to se more of that

heres a lil blurb for you <3

Anthony Bridgerton’s wife is his closest friend, which is why when he had to be gone all day for a meeting, he was practically whining when he returned back to Bridgerton house. Benedict tried to greet him, only to be ignored as he searched the house for his wife.

When he finally found her, she was in the drawing room, stitching some fabric.

“What are you up to, dear?” he asked, making her jump slightly.

She glared at him, with no real malice. “Can you not just announce yourself properly?”

“That is not nearly as amusing,” Anthony grinned, and plopped down on the sofa next to her.

She rolled her eyes, “I’m mending a curtain.”

“Mm, I see,” he hummed, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing playful kisses to her temple.

“What are you up to?” she countered.

“Can a man not dote on his wife?” he replied indignantly.

“You know very well this will not end with doting,” she scolded with a laugh, continuing her needlework.

“I know not of what you speak,” he said smugly, “I am afraid your mind is tainted.”

“If that is so, it is your doing,” she retorted.

“That it is,” he pressed another kiss to the top of her head, before gently taking the curtain from her hand and placing it on the end table.

“Anthony,” she warned.

“Aht, aht,” he interjected, lacing his fingers with her hand that was reaching to retrieve the fabric again, “I have been meeting with tenants all day, and I would like some of your attention.”

“You have some of my-“

“I would like all of your attention,” he corrected himself.

She laughed softly, and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. “I suppose I can finish up in the morning.”

“Yes, I suppose you can, and will” he agreed playfully, and laid across her lap, twirling a loose strand of her hair.

She stroked his hair back softly, watching him melt under her touch. “How were the tenants?”

“Do not speak of the tenants,” he whined.

She laughed, “It is my duty to care for the estate as well, is it not?”

“It is first your duty to please your husband, as mine is to please my wife, and you can do so by not demanding I recall that boorish meeting,” he answered.

“Fine, fine,” she smiled down at him, “no meeting talk.”

“Good,” he stroked her cheek with his thumb, “how was your day, my love?”

“I missed you,” she admitted, “It is tiring without you to pester me.”

“My poor darling,” he cooed, “how will you get by with no husband to bother you?”

“I do not know,” she sighed with a giggle, “I shall wither from boredom.”

“Well,” he sat up again, “you will not wither any time soon, for I am here to attend to you.”

“Ah, how noble, my dear.”