#colin bridgerton fic

[kimoralov3]

something new

pairing: colin bridgerton x reader

descripttion: you can colin return to bridgerton house, but everyone is acting strange

word count: 1726

a/n: i'm sorry the ending is rushed :( @arkofblake @ivysprophecy

“Do you think they will be shocked?” Y/N asks, drawing Colin’s attention away from the window and towards his wife.

“Sorry, I was a bit preoccupied. What were you saying, my love?” He asks as he gives her hand a gentle squeeze. Y/N smiles at his distracted tendencies before repeating herself.

“I asked if you thought your family would be shocked. About our marriage.” She clarifies as she returns Colin’s squeeze.

He ponders on that for a moment before answering. “I am not sure. I do not think Hyacinth and Kate will be, they have always been the most perceptive of my family.” 

“Ah, yes. Did I ever tell you about the time Hyacinth cornered me and asked if I had feelings for you?” Y/N asks with a laugh.

“My god, that girl is scarier than Eloise. How does she always know?” Colin asks, amazement yet a hint of fear coloring his tone. 

“Children tend to be very observant. Perhaps we were only truly fooling ourselves.” She points out as she pats his cheek. He rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss to her palm.

“Well we are fools no more, Mrs. Bridgerton.” He says as he presses a kiss to her knuckles.

“Ever the charmer, Mr. Bridgerton.” Y/N says with a giggle.

The tender moment is interrupted by the carriage rattling to a stop, jostling the two of them forward slightly. As Colin helps Y/N down from the carriage, the two of them are greeted by the beautiful Bridgerton estate.

“It’s good to be home.” He mutters under his breath as he looks around, taking in his family home. 

“Did you tell them that we were coming?” Y/N asks as she loops her arm through Colin’s.

“Of course I told them. It was in the last letter I sent to them before we left.” He says, placing his hand over Y/N’s. 

“Oh yes, how could one ever forget about your letters?” She says teasingly as the two of them begin walking up the steps of the house.

Colin scoffs at that, giving her a smile. “You love my letters. You especially love to watch me write them, do you not?”

Y/N stifles a laugh, knowing exactly what it was that Colin was referring to. Colin smirks at that, knowing that he’s squashed the potential teasing session that his wife would’ve launched. 

The two of them walk into the house together, taking in the fresh flowers set up around the foyer. 

“Colin? What on Earth?” Eloise exclaims as she rushes over to her older brother. 

“Well hello to you too, Eloise.” He says with a laugh as he pulls away from you to hug his sister. 

“Have you just returned?” She asks when they’ve pulled away from each other. “Why did you not inform us of your return?”

“I did, in my letters. Did you not read them?” He asks with a frown. Eloise cackles, playfully slapping his arm.

“Oh Colin, you have always been quite the comic, haven’t you?” She says as she wipes fake tears from her eyes. It is as she does this that she finally realizes that her and her brother are not alone. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I-” Y/N’s words are cut off by the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs.

“Colin!” Hyacinth and Gregory shout as they hug their brother, nearly knocking him to the ground. 

“What is all this commotion?” Violet asks as she comes down the stairs, gasping in shock at the sight of her son. “Colin! You did not tell me you would be returning so soon.”

“Does no one truly read my letters?” Colin says in disbelief as he looks at his surrounding family. They all share a laugh before Violet’s attention turns to Y/N.

“Oh, Miss Y/N — I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Are you here to see Daphne and the baby?” She asks curiously. Y/N and Colin share a confused look before attempting a response.

“Daphne’s here? I was not aware of that.” She says as Colin takes his place beside her. Eloise pays the act no mind, busy arguing with Hyacinth and Greogory about something, but Violet seems a bit shocked about it. Before she can comment on it, however, the two eldest brothers join the rest of their family downstairs. 

“I do not understand why  you are being so stubborn about this. All I am asking you to do is to— Colin?” Anthony asks, shocked to see his brother standing there. He has always been one of the last ones to the party of knowledge. 

“Ugh, yes yes, Colin is here and we are all surprised by it. Can we move on now?” Eloise complains, her hands on her hips. Benedict laughs at that, clapping Anthony on the back. “What we really need to get to the bottom of is why Colin and Miss Y/N arrived together.”

“Why does everyone keep asking us that?” Colin asks, growing more frustrated by the moment. 

“Well you could forgive us for all being a bit confused.” Violet says with a shrug. “Why have the two of you arrived together?”

“Because they are married.” Hyacinth says simply, taking in all the faces of her family members. Silence hangs in the air for a moment before chaos erupts, all of them talking over each other.

“What on Earth is going on down here? You all will wake Auggie.” Kate scolds as she walks quickly down the stairs. 

“Did you know about this?” Anthony asks as he turns sharply on his heel. Kate gives her husband a confused look as she loops their arms together. 

“Know about what?” She asks as she looks around the room, trying to discern if something is out of place. 

“This!” Anthony repeats himself as he gestures to Y/N and Colin. Kate looks at the two before returning her attention to her husband, looking at him as if he were crazy.

“What? They are married, I do not see a problem.” She says simply. If it were possible Anthony’s jaw would have dropped even farther, while Y/N hides a smile behind her gloved hand. 

“You knew that Colin and Y/N had gotten married and you did not say anything?” Benedict asks as Anthony struggles to recollect himself. 

“I thought everyone knew. Colin wrote of it in one of his letters.” Kate says with a shrug before turning to face her brother in law. “By the way Colin, I must compliment you on your writing skills. You must teach Anthony some day.” 

Colin beams at this while Anthony scoffs, adjusting his waistcoat before walking off somewhere, muttering something under his breath. Kate laughs, waving the family goodbye before following after her husband. 

“Colin, Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment?” Violet asks after everyone else has wandered off to do their own thing. Colin nods, looping his arm with Y/N’s once more and following his mother to the drawing room. 

Violet shuts the doors behind them as Colin and Y/N sit beside one another, hands intertwined. Violet smiles softly when she sees this, sitting across from the newlywed couple. “So, the two of you are married?” She asks after a moment of silence.

“Yes, and we deeply apologize for not notifying you sooner, but it all happened so soon—” You begin, but Colin cuts in when he sees the look of concern cross his mother’s face. 

“Not like that! Nothing… improper happened, if that is what you are worried about.” He reassures her, causing Violet to laugh out a breath of relief.

“Thank goodness. I was starting to worry that your brothers’ habits would rub off on you.” She says with a smile as she looks between the two. “Well, I can’t say that I’m happy about missing the wedding, but I always knew the two of you would find each other one day. It was only a matter of when.”

“Thank you, mother. I cannot tell you how much your approval of Y/N means to me.” He says with every ounce of sincerity in his body. 

“Should we tell her?” You whisper to Colin, smiling at the look of intrigue that flashes across Violet’s face.

“Tell me what?” She asks as she adjusts herself in her seat, inching closer to her son and daughter in law. 

Colin playfully glares at you for that. “Now why would you say that? You know how excited she gets about these things.” You laugh at that, playfully swatting his shoulder.

“Do not keep her waiting, she is clearly on the edge of her seat.” You say as you tilt your head towards Violet, who clears her throat and sits up straighter as if to appear less interested in whatever it was the two of you had to say. It did not work, but you both appreciated the effort.

“Y/N and I are with child.” Colin finally says as he looks at Violet. She screams out of shock, nearly shooting up out of her seat.

“Are you certain?” She asks as she looks between the two of them, her eyes rich with glee. Y/N nods, returning the gleeful look on Violet’s face.

“Yes, we are quite sure.” You say as Violet pulls you up for a hug. You’re a bit shocked, but happily return the hug.

“There is no greater gift a mother could ask for than for her children to be happy. Thank you, Y/N, for showing my son true happiness.” She says once she pulls away from the hug. The kindness of her words has you fighting back tears, causing Colin to stand and separate the two.

“As much as I love seeing the two of you bond, I would like for my wife and I to get settled.” He says as he pulls you into his side.

Violet nods, allowing the two of you to leave. “Of course. Oh, and Y/N?” She calls after you. You and Colin stop and turn at her calling of you. “Welcome to the family.” She says with a smile. One that you had seen her give to her children for years; one that she had reserved for her family and her family only.

[mothdruid]

OMG the Colin fic is sooooo good!! Are you gonna write more for Colin?

yes!!! I definitely plan on writing more for Colin ❤️

new fic here

[holyhex]

“the latter.” — colin bridgerton.

note: read Benedict’s book last night and this one scene with Penelope and Colin had me thinking of a blurb immediately so here is this. colin x reader enemy to lovers au??? (may expand on this to a full fic eventually but i wrote this in like 3mins lol)

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“I will never marry y/n y/l/n!” Colin hollered from the top of the stairs to his brother Benedict as he shut the door behind him.

Not aware you were up in the Bridgerton library reading a book Eloise recommended, you snuck up behind him, “And who’s to say I want to marry you, anyhow?”

“y/n- I-“ Colin started, clearly flustered at you hearing an outburst not meant for your ears.

Slowly you began charging at him, your finger lodged halfway in a book as one of the corners dug right into his chest, “Let me tell you, Lord Bridgerton, you could be the last man of the ton available, and I still wouldn’t marry you. If the choice was between you and Sir Brimsley, I’d pick the latter.”

With each and every word, Colin was pushed further and further to the wall of the staircase, gulping both at your words and in embarrassment, “I wouldn’t even wish to marry a Bridgerton brother. That would mean I’d still have to be near you. A selfish, shallow, shell of a man.”

The warmth of your breath and the furious look in your eye made something within Colin snap. Something he never felt before was beginning to brew inside him and as he watched you scurry back to the library you came from he thought to himself, maybe marrying you wouldn’t be so bad at all.

[teaand-dreams]

Promises

Colin Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Colin Bridgerton has made a lot of promises to you throughout the time you’ve known him.

Prompt: things you said you’ll never forget

Requested by anon

WC: 1797

A/N: this is unedited

“Are you sure our mothers are alright with us sneaking off like this?”

“We’re hardly sneaking, Y/N. Just taking a stroll around the garden to get some fresh air.”

“So you say. The last time you convinced me to take a stroll around a garden with you my mother had a fit and lectured me about propriety for the rest of the week.”

“Come now, Y/N. It’s just a stroll.”

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop as Colin slowly leads you to the edge of the fountain at the head of the garden. You take a seat, pointedly staring at the rest of the party and not the start of the maze of hedges Colin is gazing longingly into.

“Propriety,” you tell him. “I refuse to listen to another of my mother’s lectures this season about the importance of staying at a party and not wandering off.”

“Very well.” Colin sits next to you on the fountain, finally turning to gaze at the rest of the party. “But if you must know, I had told my mother and she said she would tell yours.”

“Oh so you told her to tell my mother that you were whisking her only child away?” You turn your gaze to the man next to you, eyebrow raised, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Not my exact words…”

“Funny, that’s what you say when they are your exact words.”

Colin gasps, his hand going to his chest as if there was a knife protruding from it even as a smile graces his face. “That is not!”

A laugh escapes your lips as you nod. “Yes, it is. Or do you not remember the first time we met?”

“Excuse you, I remember that perfectly. I did tell you I would remember it.”

“No,” the word pushes its way through your vocal cords between laughs as your shoulders shake against Colin’s. “You said you would never forget my mother’s fear of Blue the bird.”

A choked noise of disagreement trickles from Colin’s mouth as he begins to protest, and you simply shake your head.

It had, in fact, been a promise to always remember your mother’s fear of a bird that Colin had made when the two of you first met, you barely seven and him nine. Your family had just moved into a house down the street from the Bridgertons and that particular day found the sun warmly embracing the street in a soft morning glow.

You twirled through the grass in the yard, lifting your face to the sun as your mother hummed at the outside table as she carefully comprised a letter for your aunt.

“Do you think Auntie will visit us soon?” The question flew out of your mouth before you had finished forming it in your head, and your mother chuckled.

“I’m sure she will visit as soon as she is able, my sweet. I know your father is looking forward to discussing his new job with your uncle, at the very least.”

“But that’s a boring conversation!”

“And one they will have nonetheless,” your mother glanced up at you, a smile pulling at the ends of her lips, before returning to the paper in front of her. “I’m almost finished, make sure you go wash up before lunch.”

You groaned but turned to head inside. Your movements froze as a screech entered your ears and you turned in time to see a small bird drop onto the table in front of your mother. Her eyes widened as a second scream erupted from her lungs before her mouth had even fully opened and she bolted away, turning to look at the frazzled boy who had run into the lawn after the small bird.

“Apologies, ma’am!” He quickly dipped his head before chasing after the bird as it took flight again. “Apologies. Come here, Blue. Anthony says you shouldn’t fly yet.”

“Mother, why is that boy chasing a bird?” You called across the lawn to her and your mother hushed you with a wave of her hand as the boy calmly tucked the bird’s wings into his hands and brought the creature to his chest, carefully maneuvering it until it quieted and calmed.

“My brothers and I are raising him,” the boy told you. “We found him alone a while ago, and my mother said we could help raise him in our yard. This morning he tried to fly, but my older brother Anthony says he’s still too young to fully make it on his own.”

“Oh dear,” your mother cleared her throat as she slowly moved towards you. “How terrible. But surely the bird is fine if he flew this far? How far, exactly, has he flown then? From your house to ours?”

“Just down the street,” the boy turned to her, grinning. “I’m Colin Bridgerton, ma’am. We live just down there.” At this the boy, Colin, carefully moved one hand from holding the bird to point down the street before cradling the creature in his arms once more.

Your mother slowly nodded, and you watched her fingers carefully begin to fiddle with the letter in her hands as her eyes glanced back and forth from the boy to the place he had pointed out. “Well, then, it’s almost time for lunch. I’m sure you must be getting on your way so your mother won’t be worried?”

The boy shrugged. “I guess. She might not notice, though. She’s been busy trying to get everyone together so she can formally introduce our family to yours.”

Your mother opened her mouth before closing it, shook her head, and then turned to head inside, pausing to press her palm against your shoulder. “Be in soon to wash up for lunch.” You nodded and she hurried through the door.

You turned back to face the boy, surprise filling your chest at the sight of him still standing as he was when you had turned away. “You’re still here,” you said.

“I’m Colin Bridgerton,” he told you.

“Yes, I heard.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N L/N.”

“Likewise, Colin Bridgerton.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, and you fingers twitched as you considered simply going in to wash up for lunch like your mother had instructed you to do when Colin spoke again.

“Is she always afraid of birds?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your mother. She was afraid of Blue. Does she not like any birds?”

“I think she was just surprised. You said she doesn’t like birds, but that’s not exactly it-”

“Those weren’t my exact words,” Colin interjected, and you frowned before shaking your head.

“Either way, I think it was mostly just surprise.” Colin nodded as his fingers idly stroked Blue’s back and you clasped your hands behind your back. “Anyway, I had better go wash up for lunch. It was nice meeting you, Colin.”

“I’m sure we’ll meet again soon, Y/N. And I’m sure I’ll never forget how afraid your mother was of Blue.” A grin cracked across Colin’s face as he slowly backed away before turning to rush down the street. You watched him go until you could no longer see him before turning to figure out what was for lunch.

You blink away the memory and force yourself to focus on Colin’s words as he hides his laughs behind his hand until they die away.

“Very well, then. Even if I am remembering that wrong, what about the first time I bought flowers for you? I got that pretty mix of cornflowers and roses and that monster your aunt calls a cat destroyed them.”

“Is there a point to recounting this memory?”

“I swore I would never buy you flowers again, remember? Because I could never forget the look of pure despair on your face when you saw what that monster had done to them.”

“For the last time, Colin, my aunt’s cat is not a monster. He’s a cat.”

Colin shrugs, leaning forward to let his arms rest on his legs. “And the first time I called him a monster was not that day, despite your aunt claiming I did. My exact words were ‘that devil of a cat destroyed the flowers’ not ‘that monster of a cat destroyed the flowers’”.

Your lips fall into a frown as you trace over Colin’s features before meeting his eyes, watching the stars dance in them. “I don’t think calling him a devil is much better than calling him a monster.”

“Semantics.”

A laugh bursts from your lips and your hand instinctively covers your lips as your eyes shut and you will the tears away from the corners of your eyes.

“The point being, Y/N, I have not broken a single promise I have made to you since we have met.”

You hum in thought. “What about the promise to keep the first drawing I made you? It was horrible; there’s no way you still have that.”

Colin grins and you freeze as his hand reaches inside his coat pocket. An airy laugh falls from his lips as your eyes follow his shaking hand as he unfolds a wrinkled, yellow, piece of parchment and carefully turns it toward you. Your eyes trace over the familiar lines that you had spent what felt like hours etching detail into years ago. You open your mouth, but the air won’t budge the right way and the words tangle themselves in your throat.

“I have never broken a promise I’ve made you,” Colin takes a deep breath and you shift to gaze at his face as his voice wavers. “I will never intentionally break a promise I make to you, and I promise that I love you with every part of my being.”

“Colin.” The word leaves you with a gasp as Colin moves the drawing to your hands, his fingers wrapping yours around the paper, but Colin simply lets a small laugh out before his fingers are lacing with yours until you are holding the drawing between you.

“I want to love you for the rest of my life, and I am praying you wish the same.” Colin’s eyes search yours for a moment as he pauses, and you swallow the knot in your throat and gently squeeze his fingers. “Will you marry me?”

The knot in your throat tightens once before dissipating and the words flow from your lungs into the air. “Yes, yes, yes. Colin! Yes.”

Colin’s shoulders drop and he laughs before moving his arms to wrap around your shoulders as you launch into his embrace. “Well then, hopefully this provides a good enough reason that your mother won’t scold you for leaving the party.”

“Don’t ruin this,” you mumble. Colin presses his lips to the side of your head.

“Never. I promise.”

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[shelby-love]

hii i just read a recent universe and it’s so good! i rly hope there’s a part 2! i also just wanted to let u know i filled in ur taglist form <3

Okey dokey thanks for letting me know! I just went through it and have added you. As far as Colin's story goes I have labeled it as a multipart fic but honestly do not know where to take it. There's not a lot I can do to make them (Y/N and Colin) happen while also staying true to history and regency. Miss Y/N is promised to a prince (yikess).

Hmm...maybe I can sway Friedrich into not marrying her. He is a nice lad. Do give me input if you have any ideas! XOXOXOXOX

[gryffindors-weasley]

Thoughtful Affection

Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Colin always finds himself kissing you without second thought behind it, but sometimes there are kisses shared more thoughtfully than that.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: just fluff, kissing

A/N: A sweet little idea inspired by my lovely Mille @iliveiloveiwrite <3

Colin Bridgerton was undoubtedly the sweetest man you have ever known, and certainly romantic without question. Not a day would go by where he hadn’t made it abundantly clear that he was utterly in love with you, the mere thought of that happening having been one that was preposterous. He loved you so wholly, even, that he found himself doing so as if it were second nature.

One

You stretched for the first time in hours as you awoke that morning, muscles stiff and tired from having laid tangled in one spot for far too long with the love of your life. The day had been utterly melancholy from the very moment you cast your eyes upon the window, trickles of raindrops having trailed down the chilled window panes lining the walls of your room. Not to mention, the heavy patter that had consistently pelted against your home was far too obvious to ignore.

Days like those had been rather perfect, however, providing ample enough reason to stay within the warmth of ruffled blankets and sheets in the arms of your love for that much longer. Besides, who wants to work on a day like this very one anyway?

Your attention is soon brought from the window to the very grip that had squeezed tighter around your waist, a chaste kiss pressed just below your jaw. The action brought the softest of smiles to your face, a laugh falling from your lips at the tickle against your skin. Ruffled curls of brown hair had brush over your cheek as he lifted his head, his eyes barely open and you were quite sure he had barely even been awake. Regardless, the sight was entirely sweet either way.

His cheek was rosy from having been pressed against his pillow, his hair dipping over his eyes. The very tips of your fingers combed through his hair gingerly, trailing down to trace lightly over his cheek, to smooth over his chin. You hadn’t missed the way he leaned into your touch, nor did you miss the smile tugging ever so sleepily at the corners of his mouth. He fought desperately against his fatigue to open his eyes, his smile widening within the first moment of seeing you.

His lips were quick to press on yours, languid and gentle and the first of many that day. It was an act without thought behind it, routine one might say. Each and every morning without fail, a kiss is shared in the first fleeting moments of the day. One is always inevitably turned to two, two to four, four until you’ve managed to pull yourselves from the comfort of your bed to start the day ahead. It always proved to be a hefty task, but one you never minded in the slightest.

“I thought you were trying to take your leave from my arms, love,” he mumbles, a soft laugh to follow as his nose nudges against yours.

“As if you’d let me,” you murmur, smiling blissfully at the feel of his lips pressing along your cheek.

“Can you blame me?” He asks, words muffled against your skin as a shiver runs through you. It was one he very much notices, tugging the blanket up further though the warmth of his arms would always undoubtedly suffice.

You simply sigh in amusement, your sigh turning to a laugh as his fingers dance across your hip. The simple sound had made his heart flutter, though he will admit it wouldn’t take very much for you to do just that.

“Surely we must—” he starts, interrupted by a yawn, “we must not have plans if the weather is so awful, right?”

“That would simply be ridiculous,” you mumble, sleep having had its hold on you once more.

A kiss is pressed blindly to the corner of his mouth, a hum leaving your lips as you tuck yourself against him comfortably. No further words needed to be spoken to know that the morning would be spent in that very bed, the way you’d rested your head in the crook of his neck was telling enough.

“I love you,” he whispers softly, tenderly.

“I love you.”

Two

The day had been rather busy compared to most others, Colin’s study having looked as though a tornado had swept through the room without a moment’s notice. Papers and maps had lay sprawled nearly anywhere the eye could see, some crumpled and some lay neatly stacked on the mahogany desk. Some are hanging to signify their absolute importance and some remain scattered on the floor without care to pick them up in the current moment.

Several books from the towns library sit stacked on an area of free space, though there was minimal real estate left on the large desk to begin with. You had to step in before he tipped over a half empty bottle of ink onto a map he’d been so keen to use.

“Colin, you don’t have to be quite so stressed, love. I’m sure taking a moment to breathe will be just fine,” you sigh, a smile playing on your lips when he stops shuffling through papers and spares you the fondest of glances.

“I want this trip to be perfect, darling. I shall relax once I am in better standing with this planning,” he huffs, running his hand through his hair for what was surely the hundredth time.

You sigh softly and purse your lips, watching him lick the tip of his finger to scan through a book at the top of the pile. Black ink smudged and stained the cuff of his shirt, and you knew that simply wouldn’t come out at this point, his jacket strewn over the back of the chair. He was ever so hard on himself when it came to the planning of your travels; he felt everything must be perfect though it really didn’t need to be. It could be a trip as spontaneous as the journey to the bakery in town and you’d still cherish it for days and weeks to come. But Colin had been stubborn, insisting it should be wondrous.

You watched as he sorted through the pile of books he’d accumulated, watching his cheeks stain pink and his chest heave with a soft huff. It was a sight entirely too precious.

“You are terribly cute when you’re flustered, do you know that?” You ask, brushing the hair out of his eyes. It was then that he paused his actions if only for just a brief moment, his hand coming up to rest warmly over top of your own. His smile was something most enamoring, dimpled and sweet as he dropped his quill to the desk.

“And darling, you are terribly cute all the time,” he says, the pad of his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. His shoulders slumped as he kissed your palm, parting from you to grab his jacket. “I must return to the library, there’s just one more book that I know I will need, I promise.”

You sigh softly and tilt your head, a smile gracing your lips nonetheless. “It is almost closing time, you know.”

He slips on his jacket and grumbles at the sight of the ink stains on his shirt. “And that is just why I must make haste.”

He smiles tenderly as he kisses you goodbye, catching the corner of your mouth in his hurried state but he is ever so quick to dip down and kiss you fully, his hand lingering in your own for a few moments longer. He doesn’t want to leave, he never does, but he knows he just won’t relax until he retrieves the very book weighing heavy on his mind.

“Hurry back?” You call after him.

“Assuredly, my love!”

Three

The Bridgerton family home was quiet for perhaps the first time that day, it’s bustling and energetic family members having since gone to bed for the night. Everyone had come together for a visit back home, only Hyacinth and Gregory having yet to leave the nest. It was nice to be in everyone’s presence once more, having brought you back to the times you’ve spent with the family ever since you’d been a child. Yet, even years later, having married the love of your life and moved to your very own estate, it felt as though nothing had changed.

The two of you found yourselves tucked away on the terrace that’d overlooked the garden, the stars above you beaming bright as they speckled across the sky. It was tremendously beautiful, and you’d argue it was the best place to gaze above you in all of London—the second being the gardens of your own home.

You could see the tops of every flower, their beauteous scent wafting your way each and every time the breeze blows. Said breeze brings with it the sound of the leaves in nearby trees, wind chimes singing in response to the weather. Not a single cloud hung in the sky as you focused your attention upwards, the cool spring wind washing over your skin as your hand lay enveloped with Colin’s. Your head rested on his shoulder, his rested on your own as he was content to just merely sit with you. This was all he ever truly needed. Not fancy soirées or expensive dinners, not elaborate outings and ballroom dances. This is all he wanted.

Simple moments were most cherished, ones where few words needed to be spoken. Just your presence alone was something that makes him forever content, no matter what it is you’re doing. You hadn’t needed to even be paying attention to him, really, just having you there was leaps and bounds better than not. That fact had always remained true for all the time that he’s known you, he knows that for certain.

Your free hand had been busy fumbling with the button on his shirt cuff, an action entirely absentminded yet one that had brought the softest of smiles to his face nonetheless. He didn’t even mind the way your hair blew and tickled just under his nose; the minor inconvenience was worth it so long as you were comfortable. Even the cement of the balcony you sat on wasn’t enough for him to be displeased.

“Have you ever wondered just how many stars there are in the sky?” You ask softly, curiously, a laugh leaving his lips.

“I suppose it has crossed my mind a few times,” he murmurs, amusement in his voice as he gives your hand a squeeze. Your own smile is instant at the feeling, at the very sound of his laugh for that matter. “Do you wish to know something?”

You hum in response, shifting your head to look at him better. His smile was tender as he thought of the words residing on the very tip of his tongue, his fingertips dancing overtop the back of your hand. You hadn’t missed the breathy laugh he exhaled, though you weren’t privy to the look of utter fondness on his expression.

“I love you a thousand times for each star that sits in the sky,” he murmurs, his declaration certain and true. “And a thousand times more.”

Your heart flutters at his words, his foot nudging yours to accompany his statement.

“Do you wish to know something?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him fully.

“Enlighten me,” he says, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

You grin adoringly at him, at the way his eyes sparkled in the glowing moonlight and the way he looked at you as if you were the center of the very universe. “I love you a million times for each star that sits in the sky. And a million times more.”

It was far too dark out to see the way a soft crimson stained his cheeks the very same way yours had been. But not enough to miss the way his gaze upon you became impossibly more loving as he blinked at you slowly, tiredly. It was rather late after all, the day having been busy with a family that’d been a handful, a wonderful handful at that.

“You really are something, do you know that?” He beams, his expression amused.

“I do indeed.”

He laughs then, quiet and sleepy as his nose bumps against your own and his breath fans warmly over your skin in contrast to the chill of the air. “Should we go to bed now?”

You sigh softly, contently, hand squeezing his. “I’ll meet you there in a moment.”

He simply nods, taking in a few more seconds with you until you part briefly. Then, a kiss is pressed to your lips, chaste and fleeting and one given without second thought. A good night kiss is one always shared without fail, no matter the circumstance.

“Good night, darling,” he murmurs.

“Good night.”

One

The ballroom once filled with boisterous and jovial guests had since been quieted upon the end of the event, concluding the need to be ever so proper and talkative with each and everyone who’d commented on your estate. Scuff marks had remained on the floors from the hours of dancing and socializing, empty cups of lemonade remaining on once lavishly decorated tables. Flowers had been plucked from their arrangements from suitors and gifted to debutants, a few of their petals remaining scattered across the hardwood floors in a snow of soft pinks and creams.

It had been an event most successful, better than you could have imagined for only having hosted twice prior to that evening. Though you will admit, you did have the help from the lovely Mrs. Bridgerton. You owe every compliment to her if you were being honest, for she had a certain style that had been unable to be recreated, unable to be outdone. All of London would be in agreement with such a statement. As beautiful and seamless as everything had been, you would be lying if you said it hadn’t been a relief it had all come to a close for the night.

The room seemed to triple in size now that it’d been just the two of you, Colin having shooed away any and all who’d tried to clean up. It was far too late for even the two of you to be awake, and he felt as though no one should have to clean up such a grand mess at that late of an hour. It would simply be cruel.

“We did it,” you sigh, twirling to face him with a tired smile. “I think perhaps this just might have been our best ball.”

He smiles adoringly, dimples absolutely adorable as they make their appearance. “You did it.”

A blush burns your cheeks as he takes your hands, pulling you close for the first time in what felt like ages that night having been tied up in socializing. His blue velvet jacket had since been discarded, draped over the back of a miscellaneous chair. The top few buttons of his shirt had been undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You were tired as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, your smile soft yet fond all the same. “You flatter me, my love.”

“You must know, I am simply telling the truth,” he murmurs, dipping down to press a kiss to your cheek, one to your jaw, and one just under your ear. You laugh out softly and push at his shoulders, biting the inside of your cheek in a pitiful effort to hide your smile.

His arms tighten their hold around you, twirling you once and leaving your squeal to echo in the room. Your laughter mingled between the two of you, breath dancing warmly on flushed skin in the closeness of your proximity. There was not a moment that went by with him that had been dull, you were sure of it, and you knew there never would be.

“Well, I am simply telling you that I love you,” you say, your grin beaming. “Tremendously.”

His smile is pressed to your lips as he kisses you, tender and true as he lips meld with your own. Your laughter dissolves into the moment of affection, the feeling letting loose a thousand butterflies to flutter within his stomach. It was gentle and languid, the utmost of love poured into one single kiss. When he parted he decided he wasn’t quite finished yet, pressing one, two, three more kisses upon your lips.

“I love you,” he whispers, “tremendously,” kiss, “assuredly,” and another, “entirely.”

Your grin turns soft as your eyes flutter closed, the moment having been all too dizzying and full of bliss to do just anything else. There you stood, in your very own home with the love of your life. It was wonderful, it was enchanting, it was a life so beautifully yours.

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Tags: @dreaming-about-fanfictions @heloisedaphnebrightmore @writeroutoftime @awritingtree

[kimoralov3]

something old

pairing: colin bridgerton x reader

description: colin runs into a familiar face during his travels

word count: 1506

a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago at the point guys. tagging @arkofblake and @ivysprophecy because they were my main motivation to finish it lol

The sound of rattling carriages and horses filled Colin’s ears as he walked down the streets of Spain. Many would assume that his favorite part of the season would be the parties, but no; it was moments like these. After the season had ended and he could finally escape from power hungry mamas and desperate debutantes. 

Colin had decided that he would take a walk around that day, enjoy the pleasant scenery the city had to offer before departing later on that week to Greece. In fact, he was so wrapped up in the beautiful scenes around him, he didn’t notice the figure headed straight for him.

“I am so sorry, I should have been paying more attention to where I was walking.” He spews out quickly as he helps the person he bumped into steady themself. “Miss Y/N?”

“Mr. Bridgerton.” Y/N says with a fond smile as she pats the dust off her skirts. “When I said that I hoped to run into you soon, I did not mean literally.” She says playfully.

Colin gives her a bashful smile. “I deeply apologize, I was caught up in the beautiful scenery.” He says as he clasps his hands behind his back.

Y/N’s smile turns kind as she waves Colin’s apology off. “It is quite alright. It happens to the best of us.” She says as she makes final adjustments to her skirts.

“So, what brings you all the way to Madrid? I didn’t take you for much of a traveler.” He says as a way of making conversation.

“You would be right, but I decided to be a bit adventurous for once.” She explains with a cheeky smile. “Besides, this could be my last year to do so freely before getting married.”

Colin’s mouth turns down slightly at the mention of that. Yes, he supposes that Y/N was getting a bit old for the marriage mart in some people’s eyes. He never really thought much of that fact when it came to Y/N. He usually focused on her and Daphne’s friendship. Although recently, he was a bit ashamed to admit that his thoughts had strayed more towards that of the romantic variety. 

“Well, if it is adventure you seek,” Colin says as he puts on his most charming smile. “Allow me to be your guide.” He says as he holds out his arm for Y/N to hold onto. 

She gives him a playful look as she loops their arms together. “My mother always did tell me that the Bridgerton boys were trouble. Will you be proving her right?” She asks as they begin walking down the busy street.

“That depends. Are you looking for trouble?” He asks as he places his hand over her’s, looking down at her. A snort escapes Y/N’s lips, causing her to clear her throat.

“No, of course not. I am a lady after all.” She says in mock seriousness, resulting in an unbelieving look from Colin. “Alright, fine. Maybe I am looking for a bit of trouble. Do you know where I could find some?”

“Of course I do. I am a Bridgerton, after all.” He says as the two of them side step a man chasing after a little boy. “But I could never take a lady to such places, especially not a lady as beautiful and sophisticated as yourself.” 

“Beautiful and sophisticated? Colin Bridgerton, when did you become such a skilled sweet talker?” She asks as she looks up at him, her lips open slightly in amusement. 

“Every man becomes a sweet talker when there is a beautiful woman in his presence.” He says, lifting Y/N’s hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles before continuing their trek down the bustling city.

—

“Colin Bridgerton, you get back here this instant!” Y/N shouts as she chases after the older male. The sound of Colin’s laughter fills the air of the field as he manages to maintain a safe distance between himself and the owner of the book he was waving over his head.

“What is the point of traveling if you keep your nose buried in a book the whole time?” He asks as he dodges her attempt for the book.

“It is a very normal thing to enjoy a light bit of reading when you are sitting in a field in the middle of nowhere, I will have you know.” She says with a huff as she releases her grip on her skirt. 

“I am well aware of what is acceptable behavior at a picnic. Are you?” He teases, once again holding the book out of her reach. 

“Is Colin Bridgerton lecturing me about acceptable behavior? After he has spent the off season traveling with me — unchaperoned, might I add.” Y/N points out as she finally snatches the book from Colin’s grasp, tucking it under her grasp. 

Colin smiles at that, offering nothing more but the shrug of his shoulders. “I never claimed that all my behavior was acceptable.” 

“It certainly is not. Who knows what the people of the ton would think if they saw the two of us together like this.” She says as she walks back to the blanket they had set out, Colin following closely behind. “They would probably demand that the two of us marry at this very moment.”

Colin chuckles once again as the two of them lay back on the blanket. “Well, what the ton does not know will not hurt them.” 

“You are right about that, Mr. Bridgerton.” She says with a smile before returning her attention back to her book. There’s a few minutes of silence before she speaks up again. “Why did you invite me to join you on your travels?”

“You are one of the only friends of my sisters that I can actually stomach to be around.” He replies easily, although he knows deep down that that is not the only reason he allowed the young lady to venture through the lands of Europe with him. 

“Colin, do you think me an idiot?” She asks as she sits up, firmly shutting her book. Colin sits up as well, resting his weight on his forearms. “I am not a child. I know very well what this would all mean under… different circumstances. So be honest with me. Why did you bring me?” 

“Y/N, I–” He begins, cutting himself off as he tries to find the proper words. She has a point. If this had been a random girl he had met along the way, things would have turned out very differently. But these weren’t different circumstances. 

This was Y/N, someone who he’d known since he was a little boy. Someone who always showed kindness to him, especially when others couldn’t find it in their hearts to do so. 

This was Y/N, who told him that his future wife would be lucky not because of how he looked, but because of how kind he was.

This was Y/N, the girl that he had spent years chasing after, even if neither of them truly knew it. And he would not lie to her; not anymore.

“If you want me to be honest, I will be.” He takes another moment to collect himself before continuing. “I invited you to travel with me out of my own selfish wishes. In hindsight, it wasn’t the best idea. But I would not trade the time we’ve spent together on this trip for anything. And I mean that.”

By the time that he had finished speaking, both of them had tears in their eyes. Y/N lets out a wet laugh as she wipes away her tears. “My, you certainly have a way with words.” Colin smiles at that, gently placing his hand over hers.

“They make an appearance when I need them most.” He says softly as he runs his finger along her knuckles and the back of her hand. 

“I must say that I also share those feelings.” She whispers as she stares down at their joined hands. Colin pauses for a moment before standing, pulling her along with him. “What are you doing?”

“Never the matter, come with me.” He says as he starts rushing back into town.

“Colin, our stuff!” Y/N says with a laugh as she struggles to keep up with him. Colin smiles back at them before continuing his determined journey back into town. 

The two of them stop at a stand selling jewelry, Colin turning to face Y/N. “Pick one. Any one you want.” Y/N gives him a confused look, prompting a boyish grin to spread across his face. “A lady should choose her own engagement ring, don’t you think?”

Y/N is clearly shocked at his words, her eyes blinking rapidly. “Are you being honest?” 

“We just ran all the way here from a field, this would be a strange prank to play, would it not?” Colin says with a soft laugh. “Pick the ring that you feel suits you best.” 

“You are the most unbelievable man, Mr. Colin Bridgerton.” She says in awe as she looks over the fine assortment of rings. 

Many might think that Colin’s grin could not possibly grow any wider, but it did. As it always did around Miss Y/N— soon to be Lady Y/N Bridgerton.

[mothdruid]

What’s the Colin fic about?

I don't want to spoil it 😈

but it actually just went up

check out my new Colin fic innocence

[mothdruid]

innocence

pairing: colin bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: colin and you, high on sexual desire, sneak off and lose your virginity to each other. as you leave colin’s room you run into anthony, who gives you an interesting offer. 

wc: 3.2k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, oral sex (m to f), vaginal fingering, loss of virginity 

a/n: this is part one of a series involving all three brothers. throughout the series the reader will sleep with all three brothers. i’m down bad for ABC, so this is a bit of an indulgent fic series. 

“We can’t,” Colin’s breath was hot on your neck, “it wouldn’t be right.” The wall against your back being the only thing keeping you grounded. Just a few seconds prior Colin’s lips had been attached to your neck, hand heavy on your hip while trying to contain his own excitement. The two of you had been playing this game of cat and mouse for years, this being the first season Colin was serious. Everyone had known the two of you would end up together, even his siblings teased about it. All of his courting scared the other men off, but a proposal from the third Bridgerton son never came. 

“Colin, you’ve been saying that all season. Have you spent all this time for nothing?” The tone in your voice had a sternness to it, wanting to show him that you were growing tired with his actions. 

“No! I would never. But it’s just that you are a proper lady.” Colin’s cheeks now adorned a rosy tint. Normally this topic didn’t bother him, but with you it made him embarrassed. 

“As if I do not know.” Colin tilted his head slightly, thinking about the one time he drunkenly explained sex to you. It was a night you had been most thankful for, finally being able to know what happens between a husband and a wife. Colin regretted the night mostly, regretted telling ‘a proper lady’ those kinds of things. The night itself hadn’t been too bad. There were only a few things he remembered for that night, one being him explaining sex to you and how nice you looked. 

"Yes, I know that you know." Colin muttered as he nestled into your neck, trying to hide his embarrassment. A whimper left your lips as his hot breath ghosted over your neck once more. Your hands gripped the front of his coat, trying to pull him out of your neck. Colin placed a soft peck below your ear, remembering the small noises you made when he touched that spot earlier. He groaned quietly when he heard your breath hitch, hips canting forward slightly. The hand on your hip tightened, pulling your body flush to his. "The things you do to me."

"Then act. Show me what it is that I do to you." 

A hand gripped your wrist and started to pull you down the hallway. Colin had a blush covering his cheeks but a determined look on his face. Fewer and fewer paintings seemed to cover the hallways he pulled you down. You had seen many hallways to this place but the one he was now leading you down was unfamiliar. He stopped quickly, holding your hand now, he opened a door and led you through it. The door was shut as soon as the two of you were in the room, Colin's hands on you again. 

His clothed chest pressed heavily on your back, hands coming around to your hips. He pulled you impossibly close to him, lips connecting to your neck. A soft groan fell from his lips once you pressed back into him, feeling him already hardening in his trousers. It was all new to you, it made you wonder if it was new to him too. 

"This isn't how I normally act, but I need you." He nipped at your ear lobe as one of his hands drifted to your breasts, squeezing you over the fabric of your dress. Your hands found his, encouraging his movements. The Hand on your hip moved up to your jaw, turning your head slightly to expose more skin. His mouth scoured the clean skin, making sure not to leave any signs of this encounter. His hands shot back down to your hips, turning you around to face him. "And I must show you how I need you."

His lips connected with yours, shaky hands trailing up and down the back of your dress. You weren't sure when the two of you had started trailing backwards, but the edge of his bed was now meeting the back of your legs. One hand grabbed at your ass over your dress, making you moan into the kiss. His tongue took advantage and slipped into your mouth, easily taking dominance. 

"Colin, I need you." Was the only sentence you could form, words not formulating properly. 

"I need you too. Please, tell me how you need me." His mouth trailed down to your collars bones as his hands started to unbutton the back of your dress. His hands felt shaky on the buttons, Colin's nerves starting to get the better of him. You let out a sigh thinking about how you needed him. You thought about when he explained sex to you, and how to only thing you could think about was him. Him fucking you just how he had explained. Colin's drunken words had been so comforting for such an uncomfortable matter. 

"Inside of me, please. I need you inside of me." Colin grabbed at your ass once all of the buttons were undone, feeling your dress go slack on your midsection. Colin nodded against your skin, letting out a shaky breath. 

"I'm…" You pulled back from him for a moment, noticing a change in his demeanor. One of his hands moved to your waist, while the other rested on where your neck and jaw met. His hands were stable but felt full of tremors. Colin smiled awkwardly before speaking, "I'm sorry, this is my first time too." 

You brought your hands up to his face, holding his cheeks in your hands. Your gaze was locked with his, occasionally flicking down to his lips then back up. Eventually, you kissed him. It was slow, gentle, reassuring, and everything he had needed. His hands calmed down more and more as the kiss continued. "It's okay, we can do it together." 

He nodded as he kissed you again, regaining his confidence from your words. Colin started to guide the sleeves of your dress down your arms. He pulled back to watch on as more of your skin was revealed. It looked like a haze had covered him after he watched your dress fall completely. Your hands grabbed at the best he was wearing, hoping he would get the message that he was wearing too much. 

Colin quickly undid his vest, pulling his cravat off his neck shortly afterward. Soon he was unbuttoning his shirt while kissing you, your own hands touching his newly exposed skin. Once his shirt was finally off the two of you reconnected, moaning at the feeling of his bare skin against yours. A hand trailed to the base of your corset, his other hand splayed on your lower back. 

"Is it okay if I..?" Colin's sentence trailed off once he saw you nod your head, answering before he could finish. The first tug at the strings made you giggle, seeing that Colin didn't fully know what he was doing. After a few more tugs the strings and the knot came a part. Both hands were pulling at the strings, his eyes gazing at your face the entire time. Once the strings were completely undone he helped pull the corset off you. 

A groan escaped his throat as he watched your breasts take their natural shape. He didn't move for a moment, only taking in your nudity. He slowly guided you back on the bed, helping you shift up towards the pillows. When you were comfortable and settled, he undid his own pants, pushing them down and tossing them to the floor. 

"You look like a goddess." Colin said while coming to your side, his hands trailing to the strings of your undergarment. When loose he pulled them down your legs, marveling at your completely nude form. Your legs came together slightly, trying to hide yourself. Colin's hands stopped your legs, opening them back up to slot himself between them. "Do not hide, you have no reason." His hand glides up the side of your thigh as he leans closer to you chest. 

A gasp is ripped from your throat as he swirls a tongue around your nipples, latching on shortly after. His tongue flicks at your nipple inside of his mouth while your fingers card through his hair. The hand on your thigh trailed inward, fingers finding their way between your folds. One finger brushed your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through you. You arched your back, pressing your breast further into Colin's mouth. "Colin.." 

Colin picked up quickly, finding the bundle of nerves and pressing two fingers on it. He slowly started to move his fingers in circles, taking notes as your legs fell further apart. He moaned around your breast, loving how noisy you were becoming. "Oh! Colin!" Your moans were loud, probably too loud but neither of you really cared. It was the middle of the day and Colin was certain no one would be near his room at this hour. Colin pulled off your breast, deciding to watch as you fell apart. 

"Have I always done this to you?" Colin whispered, feeling himself get incredibly hard. It felt like a dream to watch you like this, splayed out for him to play with. The way your chest rose and fell, mouth agape, eyes rolling, and hips starting to rock. He wonder if this was how all men felt their first time watching a woman. 

A tightness in your abdomen had started to form, a foreign but welcome feeling. Your hands clenched at the blanket underneath you, whining as the feeling crept closer and closer. Colin's fingers didn't stop on your clit, but his other hand trailed down. You felt a fingertip pride at your entrance, making you a little nervous. Colin pressed his finger in, hoping to maybe stretch you out. The pain was subtle, the pleasure masking a majority of it. Soon you were rocking down onto his finger in tandem with the circles on your clit. 

A second finger was pressed into you, making you moan in pain and pleasure. It hurt a little more but you had adjusted quickly to the first one. The fingers inside of you were starting to prod around, as if they were looking for something. The feeling in your abdomen had come back full force, making you a moaning mess. Suddenly you let out a loud gasp as Colin's fingers pressed on something inside of you, making you clench tightly around his fingers. Colin let out a moan of his own when he felt you clench around him. He started circling your clit harder, prodding the spot inside of you again and again. 

It crashed over you like a wave, flooding all of your senses. Your back arched hard while you became a moaning mess. Your hips started to shake as Colin kept rubbing your clit and fucking his fingers into you. "Oh, Colin! Oh, it's too much!" You whine, making him quickly stop. 

He quickly removed his own undergarment leaving himself completely exposed. You looked down to see his erect cock, making you wonder how it was going to fit inside of you. Colin saw your concern and moved up to your face, kissing you softly. 

"I will take my time, I promise." Colin pressed his forehead to your own as he settled between your legs. His hands slid up the sides of your thighs, settling on your hips. Your hands rested on his shoulders, the both of you staring into each other's eyes. A gasp left you as the tip of his cock brushed against your slick lips, a moan coming from him at the sensation. His breath was hot and heavy in your cheek, his head resting gently against yours. “May I?” 

“Yes.” Was the only word you could muster up, adding a nod to it. One hand disappeared from your hip, grabbing himself and lining up. You could feel the tip of his cock resting at your entrance, the nerves bubbling up inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed into your opening, your body screaming out in pain. Your nails dug into Colin's shoulders as he slowly worked the tip inside of you. 

"Are you okay?" Colin's voice was shaky with the question. He stilled his body, wanting to make sure it was okay to proceed. He had watched your face the entire time, seeing it tighten in pain drove him mad. This was supposed to feel good, and knowing it didn't for you worried him. You couldn't form a word though, the pain being too much. Colin brought a hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb calmingly. "Please, you must tell me." He stayed stilled until you spoke again. 

"It's painful, but I want to keep going." Colin nodded and pressed into you once more, moving slowly. After what felt like forever he was finally fully seated inside of you. He stayed like that, waiting for you to tell him to move. The pain was almost unbearable but you knew it might disappear if he started to move. "Colin, move." 

Colin nodded before pulling out, making you gasp at feeling empty. You had not noticed the feeling of fullness before, but now you missed it. Slowly he pushed back into you, moaning when he bottomed out. Your hands were still tight on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The pain started to disappear with each thrust, pleasure replacing it. Your own moans started to mix with his, the sounds filling the air. He slowed his thrusts for a moment as he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was passionate and comforting, his tongue mingling with yours. 

"You.. you feel so fucking good." Colin whispered as his lips followed down your jaw to your neck, "You look beautiful too like this, making love with me." 

A moan escaped your lips as Colin suddenly thrusted into you hard, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. Your back arched heavily, making your tits pressed against his chest. Colin groaned as he felt you tighten around him. Colin picked up his pace a little bit, but kept his deep thrusts. Each thrust was hitting that spot inside of you, making that familiar feeling in your abdomen return. 

One of your hands moved to his hair, pulling softly on the brown locks of hair. A hand stayed on your hips as the other moved near your head. He balanced on his forearm as he somehow pulled you closer to him, making him feel deeper inside of you. He nestled into your neck, licking and nipping at it while he kept up his assault on your insides. You could tell that like you, Colin was getting close due to the whimpers he was starting to make.

A moan ripped through you as he delivered one finally thrust, pushing you over the edge. Colin groaned loudly as he felt you tighten one last time around him. This time your clenching walls pushed him over the edge, letting himself empty into you. His whimpers filled the air as he continued with shallow thrusts, making sure he gave you everything he had to give. His hips slowly stilled, himself still deep within you. His breath was hot on your neck before his lips connected with your skin. 

“Colin, that..” A sigh left your lips as you started to speak. Colin nipped at your skin as he heard his name, pulling a giggle from you as your hands ran down his back. A pleased noise left him and he kissed up your neck and jaw, pulling back to look into your eyes. 

“That what?” Colin smiled as he went in for a kiss, the two of you melting into one another. Giggles emanated from the both of you. 

“That was amazing.” 

“I agree, this is an activity I could get used to.” Colin placed a kiss to your cheek, his hands snaking up your sides. His lips trailed to your chest, kissing at the open expanse of skin. He shifted his hips, pulling his now softened cock out of you. The sensation was maddening, feeling empty as his cum leaked out of you. Colin rolled to your side, draping an arm across your midsection and pulling you close to him. The two of you laid there for some time, basking in each other’s presence. It was you who finally spoke up. 

“People should be wondering where we are by now.” Colin looked up at you, a questioning look on his face. He pushed himself up onto an elbow, looking down at you while tracing a finger up and down your stomach. 

“And what if they are? Does that truly matter?” Colin’s boyish smirk had returned to his lips. 

“Yes, it matters unfortunately. We don’t want a scandal to take over.”

“But we are in my own home, as if my family would say anything.” Colin spoke as his finger drifted up the underside of your breast. Your hand found his, interlacing your fingers with his. 

“The servants may talk.” You sat up only to feel more of him leak out of you suddenly. Colin leaned back against the pillows of his bed, placing his hands behind his head. He tilted his head as he watched you stand up, grabbing your things from the floor. “Colin, will you help me?” 

“I do not have experience in this.” Colin said as he edged towards the side of the bed, standing next to you. 

“It does not take experience to slide laces through holes or to button up buttons.” Colin smirked as he started to help you, piece by piece. His fingers were smooth and quick as he laced up your corset, lacing it less tight as your servant would. He helped you slide your arms through the sleeves of your dress, buttoning the back of it for you. His hands lingered on your waist as he pressed a kiss to your neck once more. 

“You should take off before I, so it won’t be obvious.” You gave Colin a curt nod before turning around, your lips meeting with his one last time. Colin gave you one last farewell before you left his room, making sure no servants were around. 

You rounded the corner of the hallway, only to be startled as you bumped into someone. Firm hands steadied you, making sure you were well before leaving you. You looked up only to be met by another Bridgerton, Anthony to be exact. A smirk was on his lips, gaze laced with something more. Anxiety started to bubbly inside of you, the thought of running had crossed your mind. “I-I must be going, Lord Bridgerton.” 

As you passed Anthony his hand grabbed your wrist, halting you from fleeing. You paused before looking at him, watching as he leaned closer to you. He paused for a moment taking you all in. His lips barely grazed your earlobe, “You should be a bit more quiet next time.” Heat rushed to your cheeks as his words filled your head. Anthony knew, he knew exactly what you and Colin had done. 

You stared at him with shock adorning your features. You opened your mouth to speak, but Anthony spoke instead. “Do not worry, I will not tell. But if you want more experience next time, do not hesitate to find me.” His hand let go of your wrist as he nodded his head and turned around, walking off to somewhere of solace. 

Your heart pounded as you found your way out of the Bridgertons home. Your mind continued to wander as you were in the carriage home. But the same thought kept popping up. The thought of what an experienced man might be like.

[mothdruid]

I've completed my Colin fic for my ABC fic series, I'm just waiting for the right time to drop it 😈

also gonna start my Anthony fic before I drop it

[gryffindors-weasley]

A Sweeter Ending

Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a dreadful day, you have Colin to wipe your tears and make it better.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: bad day, crying, mentions of food, brief mentions of alcohol, insecurities, comfort, fluff, kissing

Disastrous. That was the best way you could have described your day—absolutely disastrous. It seemed as though a string of clumsy bad luck had wrapped around you from the very moment you woke up, weaving around everything you did and everything you will continue to do. You were certain there was nothing that could go right and you have yet to be proven wrong from that thought.

Presently, you sat in the quiet tension of the carriage, Colin’s blue velvet coat settled around your shoulders as his hand enveloped yours. Benedict sat across from you, Violet to his right, and you allowed yourself to do nothing more than to look out of the small window as tears spill silently over your heated cheeks, one after another. Your lip quivered pitifully from the weight of your frustrated emotions pressing heavily upon you, and it was far too quiet for you to allow yourself to sniffle. You hadn’t even wanted to wipe your cheeks; even that would be far too obvious an action. You were completely and utterly miserable, hopelessly exhausted.

It had started when you had woken up an hour later than you should have, thus making you ridiculously late for your final fitting at the Modiste. For the dress you were to wear at the ball that very evening. She was incredibly understanding as she always had been, but the embarrassment burning your cheeks a more than noticeable shade of pink as you stood on the platform to be fitted was obvious. To you, to her, to anyone in company at her shop. You felt rather rude for being late, a handful—a dozen apologies sputtering past your lips. It had set the tone for your day ahead.

Several little inconveniences had rained upon you since that morning, whether it may be the way you nearly tripped as you made your leave from your carriage. Or the way the drizzling rain had caused your hair to be needing fixed, the once beautiful style now dampened and dull. You felt horrible for the need to have it done again; it was not a simple task and you had already felt annoying from earlier that morning. It felt as though you couldn’t make it a mere five minutes without tripping over your feet or the skirt of your dress either, wanting nothing more than to let your frustrated tears spill over your cheeks. But you couldn’t, that would have to wait.

Then, as the day passed agonizingly into the dinner with the Bridgerton family before the grand ball that evening, the one the Queen would be in attendance to, matters had gotten far worse. All had been well as it always had when you were in their presence. They were a delightfully warm and welcoming family, one full of love and laughter. But your mood had quickly been soured when you accidentally spilled your wine on the front of your newly stitched dress. As if to make matters far worse, your hands instinctively reach to blot the mess, effectively staining your satin gloves a matching shade of deep and unforgiving crimson. You were positively sure your cheeks burned the same shade as the beverage spilled all over you and beaded across the delicate fabric.

Mrs. Bridgerton hadn’t minded the incident, of course not. You had been a family friend nearly the entirety of your life, and her son’s true love. She could never be bothered by such a trivial mishap, she knows she’s made quite a few herself. But you, you felt absolutely terrible. Not only were all eyes on you, not out of mocking in the slightest, but their joined gazes had the tears pressing further behind your eyes. Not to mention, the time and effort put into the making of that dress was now ruined by your blunder. To be completely and dramatically honest, you wanted the fancy intricacies of the floor beneath your feet to open up and swallow you whole.

The ballroom. That had been a disaster of its own. All was perfectly well and as it should be, your first dance of the night had gone perfectly until it tapered off into a myriad of misfortune. You had lost your footing more times than you had cared to even think about for more than a second, bumping into a couple dancing and easily throwing off their rhythm as the debutant in question sent you a rather rude stare. On a good day it wouldn’t have bothered you, you simply would have offered a polite nod in apology and moved on, but today was not a good day. The action paired with your earlier troubles had a small frown tugging at your lips, one Colin had been quick to change just with the softness of his smile and the kindness of his reassurance.

It was wishful thinking for you to believe the flurry of bad luck had ceased after that, but said luck has a funny way of presenting itself over and over. It had done just that. You would have been fine if it’d been left at your clumsy mistake, it would have been more than preferable. But you knew the moment the dreaded Lord Berbrooke had spilled his lemonade on you, on your new and fresh dress, you knew that had been it. Furthermore, Cressida Cowper’s taunting laughter had been more than enough reason to want a change of scenery. To want to go home. It simply was not an option to continue to subject yourself to further upset and embarrassment.

So now there you sat, in the confines of your carriage as you sulk in your own feelings yet you still try to keep them at bay all the same. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been quite so bad on a different day, one that had been more smooth sailing. Perhaps you were being dramatic, they were minor inconveniences after all. But the build up of one thing after another after the next had pushed you to your very limit no matter how minute and silly it may have been otherwise. Everything small had a large impact on your worsening mood, like the hair brushing stubbornly against your cheek or the back of your shoe rubbing against your heel.

You hated to feel this way, to be so overwhelmed when there wasn’t necessarily a reason to be so. It made you feel as though you were acting childish and difficult. It made it worse.

After a while you took a deep breath, shaky and upset, the hand in your own squeezing tighter ever so gently as his thumb brushed over your skin and you could feel his gaze on you. The small action had made your heart flutter, the affectionate kindness of it. You decided against risking a glance at your love, however, you knew you’d break in an instant if you allowed yourself to do so. It was then that you felt a nudge at your foot, shifting your stare to the brunette across from you.

“At least it smells lemony fresh in here, does it not, Y/n/n?” Benedict grins, immediately swatted harshly on the arm by his mother, sent a glare and a complaint from his brother.

A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth and a soft laugh leaves your lips, however, a brief moment of humor breaking you from your misery if only just for a second. He’d seen the tears glimmering on your cheeks, he’d seen how upset you’d been ever since dinner, he knew he had to do something. And he’s glad his valiant attempt did not prove to be futile.

“I suppose you’re right,” you sigh in amusement, rolling your eyes.

You nudged his foot in return, sharing a mirrored look of scrunched noses and smiles. You appreciated the moment of lighthearted distraction, the tightness in your chest easing some as the soft laughter mingling in the small space began to dwindle and die down.

The rest of the ride had been quiet after that, the obvious tension having lessened considerably and your tears not quite as incessant as before. They still welled upon even the slightest thought of what had transpired that day, of the unsurprising cruelty always emanating from Miss Cowper. You knew better than to let her get to you, but a bad day will change such things.

—

When you arrive at the Bridgerton home, they bid you a loving farewell, Benedict sending you a pout of sympathy. He had even blown you a kiss before his mother had pulled him along by the wrist.

“Are you alright, my love?” Colin asks now that the company had since left, the carriage departing from his family home and towards your own shared estate. Despite the absence of an audience in the current moment, he still spoke softly, his gaze focused on you attentively as he awaited your response.

You nod, trying not to let the question get to you as much as it was trying to but the quiver in your lip had said otherwise. The soft tone he’d used was enough to make you burst into tears for that matter. His frown had gone unseen but his sigh not unheard, and soon you felt his lips press tenderly to your temple. They lingered before another was placed in the same spot as the first, and you finally allow yourself to rest your head on his shoulder.

You had hoped you weren’t being difficult to be around and you had hoped you weren’t being bratty towards anyone you encountered, but the dreadful day had taken its awful toll on you and it was becoming far more challenging to suppress its impact. Grateful seemed to be a vast understatement when it came to Colin Bridgerton. He was impossibly sweet and incredibly patient, and he bestowed upon you the utmost of love no matter the situation. So yes, you would have to say that grateful had been a rather large understatement.

“I love you,” you murmur, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to the scar just under his chin. “Very much.”

He looked down at you with a smile, kissing the tip of your nose. “Have I ever told you that I love you more?”

You laugh softly and let your eyes flutter closed, feeling his kiss on your and a squeeze to your hand.

“I believe you’ve done so today, more than once if my memory serves me correctly.”

He squeezes your hand lightly in playful retaliation at your jesting, exhaling a sigh that mingled with his laughter. “Well, it is only true. I love you more.”

—

You sigh softly upon finally entering the comfort of your bedroom, a place you so longed to return to, shrugging Colin’s coat from your shoulders in absolute defeat. You were desperate to rid yourself of your lemonade stained dress, the pale yellow splotch that splattered across the front only taunting you by that point. Your feet ached and you felt utterly drained.

It was a pitiful struggle to get it off in your terrible mood, one that required several huffs on your end and a chuckle or two from Colin just paces away. But you had done it, hastily draping it over the chair by your vanity and refusing to give it a second glance.

“Would it be so bad to ask for help sometimes?” Colin asks, smiling warmly as another soft laugh leaves his lips while he rolls up his sleeves. His vest lay in a heap on the chest at the foot of the bed, shirt half unbuttoned as he looked at you fondly despite the angry frown you held.

“At this point, yes, it would,” you state, sighing as you smooth down your nightdress, the tears welling once more. They had not been done with you just yet.

His dimpled smile fades only slightly, and he steps across the room to stand before you. He looks at you for a moment, taking your face in his hands. He was gentle as he wiped your tears; his thumbs swiping gingerly across your flushed cheeks, a kiss pressed to your rosy nose. His forehead rested on your own then, his hands sliding down your arms to grasp your hands securely.

“I know that today has been rather unlucky—far more than most,” he chuckles softly, his laugh puffing against your lips and his nose bumping yours. “But do you wish to know something, darling?”

You nod against him after a brief moment, lip still wobbly and eyes still very teary. His eyes fall closed as he smiles, one that goes unseen in the close proximity. “Do enlighten me.”

His lips press to yours before he speaks, tender and fleeting and coming in a flurry of affection. So lovingly sweet he’d just about forgotten what he was ready to say, what he was doing. But he quickly regains his train of thought when laugh softly.

“Even with wine and lemonade dousing your dresses, even with your hair being what you have deemed to be out of place or ruined, even with your teary eyes and reddened face—you are still and always will be the most radiant. It is perfectly well to cry, but you must know that I shall always be here to dry your tears.”

You lift your head, looking up at him fully. “Do you really mean that?”

Your voice was timid and your cheeks flushed softly, and you watched as the corner of his mouth had quirked up as he nodded. You smile, pressing your lips on his in a soft kiss. One that deepened while still remaining gentle and tender and all consuming in love. One full of soft brushes against the other’s lips, small smiles when your breath tickles the other’s skin, where noses bump and nudge affectionately.

He pulls away reluctantly, kissing you twice more before looking at you, sincerity painted across his expression as his smile widens and more so upon the reappearance of your own. In a matter of moments he lifts his hand, leaving you to raise your brow in curiosity though you knew just what he was up to. You always knew.

“What?” You ask anyway, a soft laugh falling from your lips.

“Would you care to offer me this dance?”

You bite your cheek to hide your smile at the thoughtfulness of the gesture, at the sheer amount of love held in a mere gaze. Love for you and all your clumsy mistakes. For your ups and downs. He offered you a dance, something he knew that never failed to set your mind at ease so long as it was just the two of you. With little thought and not a drop of hesitancy you take his hand, allowing him to pull you closer as your laughter follows at the sudden action.

He lifted you and spun once, your squeal eliciting the most delightful of laughs from the both of you as he brought you back down to the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a flurry of kisses to his cheek before he too did the same.

“I must say, I believe this is the best dancing you have done all night,” he says, your playful glare having him tipping his head back to laugh. Soon he lifts your hand and twirls you, pulling you back to his chest and you collide with another fit of giggles. This was certainly not of proper dancing etiquette by any means, not even a little bit, but it was a dancing belonging entirely to the two of you.

You rest your hands on his chest, his heart bounding beneath your fingertips before you hug around his neck once more. Ruffled curls of brown had fallen over his forehead, nearly dipping over his deep blue stare as he gazed at you.

“I love you,” you say, swaying softly about the room as your fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Tremendously, I love you.”

The dimples in his smile return as he kisses from your cheek to your jaw, from your jaw to your neck, to the corner of your mouth and most lovingly to your lips. “And I love you more. Tremendously, I love you more.”

The day might have been terribly disastrous from the start, but now, you had a sweeter ending.

—

Tags: @dreaming-about-fanfictions @awritingtree @writeroutoftime @elennox03

[gryffindors-weasley]

To Love Someone

Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Love doesn’t always work out how you’d like it to, and sometimes it does.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: angst, jealousy, heartache, fluff, kissing, requited love

Shock. That was the very first thing you felt upon hearing what was supposed to be delightful news. What was supposed to be a celebration of the next chapter of someone’s life. But that feeling quickly subsided, for you hadn’t expected your very best friend to hold the same feelings for you as he did him. You never did, though a small part of you had hoped this was some fabricated nightmare that you would eventually wake up from. But much to your dismay, it was not.

Now, you were in attendance of yet another dinner at the Bridgerton home. There had been an extravagant event held in celebration of the engagement one week prior of course, but everything after that, even just a simple dinner seemed to be just as celebratory all the same.

Benedict and Eloise, as a matter of fact even Anthony, knew of your long-standing feelings for their brother. Feelings that now seemed absolutely ridiculous as you sat before the happy couple, feelings that made your heart crack pitifully within your chest. They knew, and they were rather surprised to hear the announcement as well because they were sure you were the perfect match. They were certain with the way they always caught him staring when you weren’t looking.

“This cake is rather delightful, is it not, Y/n/n?” Eloise murmurs to you once she catches your painfully longing gaze lingering on her brother.

You break away from him with furrowed brows after she kicks you under the table, clearing your throat in a poor attempt to suppress the lump forming within it. You look at her for a moment, scrambling to remember the words you only half-heard her say. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

You pick at said cake with your fancy fork clutched in your shaky hand, hearing her soft sigh in defeat beside you. She knew her attempts at distraction were futile, valiant yes, but futile. It was hard to watch you sit there and sulk; she did not quite know what it felt like to be heartbroken, but she couldn’t imagine it to be easy. So, she knew she must at least try and call in reinforcements, her brother.

“Y/n,” Benedict starts on your other side, nudging you with his elbow to further gain your attention. “The garden seems to be in full bloom, you don’t suppose you’d like to go for a walk with Eloise and I after dinner, would you?”

You laugh softly at their more than obvious efforts, but you nod in agreement nonetheless. “Yes, Benedict, that would be lovely.”

When things moved from the dining room to the drawing room, Violet Bridgerton had talked the three of you into staying in their company for just a bit more before you could run off. Maybe not talked into, more like told the three of you in a hushed matronly scolding. You had no choice but to oblige to her wishes.

You sat between the two on the couch, breathing out a sigh as you wring your hands in a half hearted attempt to do something. Not even talk of Lady Whistledown could capture your attention for more than a mere moment or two. Not even Benedict’s teasing jokes to draw a portrait of you and the frown seemingly permanently on your face could get you to smile for more than just a few seconds at a time. For just about everyone seemed to be enamored with Miss Andrews.

It wasn’t hard to be you will admit, she was beautiful with many talents; she has even traveled quite a bit with her family. You knew that was of interest to him. You couldn’t blame her for being so captivating, but you couldn’t bear it either. Not with the way she linked her arm around Colin’s, or the way her parents spoke so highly of her that it made your head spin.

It was when you found yourself looking at Colin that it became far too much. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away just yet, no matter how much you wanted to, no matter how much you needed to. It was when he looked at you that had done it. The conversation and laughter seemed to fade in swirls of commotion around you, the shared gaze fleeting and agonizingly slowed all the same. For it was the first time all night that he had directly looked at you and you couldn’t take it. You could not stay.

Politely, you excused yourself, making your way to the door in a rush that left Benedict and Eloise to frown at each other. The room felt all too crowded no matter the fact that it wasn’t, the uninterrupted chatter and music still continuing in your absence.

The tears became harder to ignore with your newfound time to yourself, your chest heaving in your overwhelmed state. You had made it nearly to the end of the lavish hall before you were stopped.

“Y/n?”

You take a deep breath as you closed your eyes briefly, willing the tears to dissipate before turning around with a soft smile, your best friend closer than you had thought. “Yes?”

“Are you alright? I know Hyacinth is still rather new to the piano, but it can’t be that bad, can it?” He jests, laughing softly.

You bring yourself to laugh quietly despite your pressing desire to be anything but jovial in that moment. “I am quite alright, Colin.”

His brows furrow at your obvious distress, he could tell from the very moment you arrived at his family home in the early half of the evening. He was far too oblivious to see the cause of your behavior, but not so much to not notice you’d been acting differently. He knew you were lying to him.

“What is the matter, Y/n?” He asks again as he sees you rapidly begin to grow more upset, and he reaches out for your hand.

You pull away from his grasp, averting your teary gaze elsewhere. Anywhere but him would be perfectly suitable. “Nothing is the matter, Colin.”

You were certain your words couldn’t possibly be believable, not with the way your chest had begun to rise and fall at a much more noticeable pace, and not with the way your cheeks had flushed and obvious crimson. One must be a fool to not see the clear turmoil and upset painted all over you, weaving around your every word. Each passing second had only worsened such a feeling, and the more you allowed yourself to look at him, the more trouble you had found yourself falling into. You simply could not bear it anymore.

The crease between his brows only deepens upon your dismissive behavior, his hand falling back to his side as he takes a deep breath. “Well it would appear that something is bothering you. I know you far better than to believe that, Y/n.”

You laugh humorlessly, looking down at your feet as you all but crumble in front of him. Your chest tightened and your heart felt as though it could burst. He knew it may not have been appropriate of him to do so, but he reached out to grab your hands once more and you did not fight it, for this would likely be the last time. The look on his face was a silent plea for you to tell him of your troubles, ones he hadn’t known were caused by himself. His grip was gentle and warm as he waited for you, and the feeling fluttering in your stomach was unable to be ignored.

“I know it is not proper of me to say this,” You start, and his brows remain knit together. No matter how heavily your heart had been pounding, your words spilled out before you could stop them. “But I love you. I am in love with you, and you are in love with someone else. You are to marry. That, Colin Bridgerton, is what is the matter.”

He swallows thickly, his gaze on you far too intense to hold as you clear your throat and bring yourself to pull from his grasp, fervently willing the lump within it to disappear. His mouth opens, then closes almost immediately as he tries desperately to figure out his wording though his attempts prove to be futile.

“I—I do not know what to say.”

The hurt had crashed down on you in waves, immense and unrelenting as you stood before him. The tears pressing just behind your eyes rapidly became too hard to ignore. Yet despite the anguish pulling harshly at your heart, you take a deep breath and compose yourself once more.

“There is no need to say anything at all. I just—I am sorry. I needed to tell you,” you state, straightening your posture as you lift your eyes to meet his once more. Your lip began to quiver the more you held his gaze, and with a soft and faltering smile, you offered a simple nod. “I should be leaving now.”

You turn on your heel and walk away from him, desperate for a change of scenery and desperate for a breath of fresh air. Though impossible, it felt like the lavishly decorated walls were closing in on you in that very moment.

“Y/n, wait!”

It had crossed your mind that maybe you should stop, maybe you should turn around and listen. Maybe he’d have something to say that could be just what you are hoping to hear. But you couldn’t find it in you to look at him for another moment, so you part from him and continue down the nearly vacant corridor. It was only when he was distant enough that you let your tears fall, quickly wiped away by the satin glove on your hand.

—

Dealing with the aftermath of your lovestruck confession was not an easy feat, in fact, you felt as though you never wanted to show your face to the ton again. You were perfectly content staying in the confines of your bedroom for the rest of your life. Fortunately for you, your blunder hadn’t made it into Lady Whistledown’s story of the day, but what had been the talk of the ton was the ever spectacular planning of the wedding of Mr. Colin Bridgerton and Miss Hazel Andrews. There had been an excerpt on the very event every day for an entire week, possibly more but eventually you’d stopped looking to save yourself the heartache already striking down on you.

You had stopped visiting the Bridgerton family home because you had known you would run into him, and the very thought had made your stomach churn and twist in knots as you remember that very night but a handful of weeks ago. You feel as though you might never forget that, much to your dismay. For heartbreak does not leave someone completely, there will always be fragments of its torment left behind in everything you choose to do.

Eloise has come to see you frequently, always with a box of the very sweets she insists she does not share with anyone. She always has a message to pass on from her siblings, even Colin, especially Colin, but she always finds herself feeling unsure of if she should bring him up. So instead, she tells you her latest findings on the unmasking of Lady Whistledown; she could never run out of things to tell you of that. She tells you of how Benedict might just drive her crazy if he asks about you but one more time. She tells you of the ball you are invited to.

In the current moment, you had been seated at your vanity, sifting through all the letters Colin had written to you over the last three weeks. They had since tapered down when he hadn’t been getting responses in return, and you had been too afraid to read any more than just a few. Too afraid to see in writing that your love is unrequited, too afraid to read the possibility that he hadn’t wanted to see you anymore. You were perfectly content with the undesirable hurt you had now, you did not want to add to it.

A knock on your door had startled you from your thoughts.

“Mr. Bridgerton is here to see you,” your mother announces, a soft smile on her lips as you look at her reflection in your mirror.

Your heart nearly flipped in your chest as you sat there, turning to face her directly. Your mind had been racing with a flurry of thoughts; you missed him, but insecurity wore away at you and told you his visit would not be of anything good. Could not be. He had visited several times and the outcome was always the same, so surely he does not believe your excuses, surely he is fed up. “Tell him I am not here, mother.”

She nods at the expected answer, closing the door behind her quietly and leaving you be as you rushed to your window. In a matter of a few moments you saw him, and it felt as though your heart had stilled. You watched as he drug his hand down his face, watched as he turned to look up at your family home and you took a step back from your window, even though he would not be able to see you. You watched as he turned away, got in his carriage, and disappeared down the street.

You turn on your heel and release a shaky breath, your gaze falling to the gown dangling neatly from its hanger.

—

You fought to conceal your frown and your obvious discontent to be at such an event. However, your mother had made you attend and Eloise just might go crazy if you leave her to fend for herself one for one more ball. And as if on cue, her arm links with yours after you’ve taken all but three steps into the boisterous ballroom.

“Hello stranger, how nice of you to join me on this wonderfully dreadful evening,” she greets in faux annoyance, and you playfully roll your eyes at her.

“Hello, Eloise,” you sigh, leaning your head against hers for just a moment. “It is rather dreadful, isn’t it? I’m certain I’d much rather—”

“Stay in your room?”

You raise your brow at her and she does the same, a knowing smirk gracing her lips and you shake your head with a soft smile. “As a matter of fact, yes. If you keep it up Eloise, I just might leave.”

“That is absolutely not happening.”

“I have to concur!” Benedict chimes in, appearing at your other side with a smile on his lips. You huff out another sigh as you look up at him, something akin to annoyance in your gaze.

“I do not believe there is anything you have to do.”

He pretends to ponder your words for a brief moment before offering you his arm much to his sister’s dismay. “I believe I have to offer you this dance.”

You squint up at him skeptically, your lips pursed as he returned your stare with a grin, head tilted as his arm remains offered to you. You bite the inside of your cheek and huff out a sigh through your nose, a groan sounding from dear Eloise as you reluctantly allow yourself to be escorted to the dancefloor.

“I am not thrilled about this, I hope you know that,” you state, falling into rhythm with the cheerful music regardless.

“I very well do. Much like I am not thrilled that this is the first time I am in your presence in nearly a month,” he jests, and you frown at him and his counter.

It hadn’t taken you long to realize just what kind of dance you had been talked into, and the laughter coming from the one to blame was more that indication that he was very much aware of that fact from the start.

“Benedict, don’t you dare spin me off to your brother,” you warn firmly, looking up at him with a threatening glare.

“Do you really think so little of me, Y/n/n?” He asks in a scoff, feigning hurt as he nearly pouts at you and your very logical assumptions.

“Sometimes you make me wonder,” you say, softening your stare as you exhale a sigh.

“I will not do such a thing, but I cannot guarantee he would be as gracious as I am,” he says with a grin, passing you off to the arms of the eldest Bridgerton brother before you could get another word in edgewise.

You breathe out an exasperated huff as you fall into your rhythm, pursing your lips.

“Please, do not act too excited to see me, Miss Y/l/n,” Anthony jests, offering you a lopsided smirk to counter your lingering frown. “What ever is the matter, my dear friend?”

You roll your eyes at the playful insincerity held in his words, for he knew exactly what was the matter long before you had even confessed your feelings for his brother. In fact, he may have been the first to realize them.

“Do not call me that, Anthony. You know perfectly well what is the matter.” Despite the bite in your tone, you couldn’t suppress the smile that had tugged at the very corner of your mouth as you stepped around the dancefloor.

“You do know that my brother is not engaged, do you not?” He asks, raising his brow at you curiously. You furrow your own, eyes narrowing up at him in disbelief.

“Anthony, now is not the time for your humor,” you scold, looking away from him. As much as you would like his words to be true, you cannot imagine that they would be.

“It is nothing of the sort,” he defends, “You don’t believe me? Perhaps you should ask him yourself.”

You found yourself tightening your hold on his hand in a pitiful attempt to stay put, but before you can get another word in you are passed into the very arms you had been trying so desperately to avoid, his hand slipping in yours in a fit too perfect to ignore. Your breath caught in your throat upon looking in his eyes, upon being so close and you quickly found yourself averting your gaze. You were quite sure your cheeks were a deep scarlet with the way they’d burned. This had reminded you of the exact reason you hadn’t wanted to attend this very ball in the first place, it was a nightmare and you were now living it.

“How lovely it is to see you,” Colin greets and you’re unsure of his sincerity with the edge behind his words, falling into the pace of the jovial dance with a practiced ease. “I was beginning to think you just might go the entire evening without speaking to me.”

“It is merely a coincidence, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“You do not have to be so formal, Y/n,” he sighs, and you continue to move about the dance floor as you keep quiet. “And am I to assume that it is also merely a coincidence that you are not home each time I have paid you a visit?”

“Do you not have a fiancée to dance with? She is rather popular in Lady Whistledown’s stories, as are you,” you inquire, desperate to take the focus off of you and his question.

You try to keep your racing heart steady, and you hope your shaky hands aren’t too terribly noticeable. Your attempt to keep him from asking any further questions about the matter seemed to have worked in your favorite just this once.

“Then you should have seen that Miss Andrews and I are no longer to be wed.”

It feels as though your heart stills in your chest as you swallow thickly, meeting his gaze once more. A crimson blush stains your cheeks as you look at him, not a trace of a lie expressed on his features. Your heart had beat impossibly faster, and the realization of just how close you had been became increasingly apparent. Not to mention, it felt as though the very walls of the ballroom just might collapse on you if you spend a moment longer in there.

Anthony had not been lying to you, that much was obvious. The thoughts began to swim in your head in a whirlpool now. What the reasons could have been for his numerous visits to your home. What the words written in each of those unopened letters could have said. It engulfed you and rushed over you all at once.

You clear your throat, releasing his hand from your grip and stepping away from him. “I shall need a moment.”

You left him to stand there as you weave your way through the jovial crowd, your obvious distress drawing more than a few stares as you lift the skirt of your dress to keep yourself from tripping as you rush out of the room. 

It was a rather chilly evening to be wandering about the gardens by yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about such trivial things. It was much preferred to the stuffy ballroom that was not nearly big enough to house you and the Bridgerton boy you had fought so hard to avoid. The commotion of the jovial event was rapidly fading the farther you immersed yourself amongst the finely manicured shrubbery and blossoming trees. Though it’s outstanding beauty could not fully be appreciated with such a sour mood, it would have to wait for another time.

Your chest heaved and your eyes watered, the sight of him after having kept your distance for weeks on end proving to affect you just as greatly as it always had and always will be. How ever were you to move on and find another suitor when you were still hung up on him?

You suppose you should be happy at the news, but right now that was not the case.

Perhaps you would simply never marry, it seemed like a viable option in this point in time. To put your heart out on the line for another just did not seem of interest to you nor will it ever. To love someone hadn’t felt as rewarding as Mrs. Bridgerton had once told you and Daphne, it felt as though it had been just the opposite.

A breeze swept over you, promptly causing you to wrap your arms around yourself as you paced about the lush grass in hopes to ease your mind a bit. As refreshing as the night air had initially been, you were beginning to feel no better than you had when you were confined within that room.

Any and all attempts to ease your mind became futile when a voice had cut you short.

“Y/n?”

You startled at his presence, refusing to turn around if only for a moment more as you let your eyes fall closed with a sigh. “I believe I asked for a moment alone.”

It’s quiet briefly before he speaks up once more. “It is not safe for a lady to be out at this hour by herself. I don’t think my mother would be very happy with me should something happen to you on my account.”

“I am perfectly fine on my own,” you state, walking farther from him into the heart of the large garden.

“That may be true, but I am not leaving.”

You exhale a frustrated sigh, spinning on your heel to face him with a narrowed gaze. “Just why have you followed me out here? I do not wish for your pity, Colin.”

His brows furrowed as he takes a step closer, looking down at you with a look you cannot place. “My actions are not out of pity, Y/n,” he starts, his tongue swiping over his lips as he thinks over his next words. 

The tears pressing behind your eyes threaten to spill as you stand there before him. 

“Then what are they of?” You ask, lowering your voice before you draw any attention to yourselves should anyone be wandering. “What are they of?”

He inhales a deep breath at your upset tone before huffing it out through his nose, looking away only briefly before his gaze returns to you. His mouth opens and closes once, and again as the words nearly remain caught in his throat. For feeling so strongly, it was difficult to voice them. “I came out here because I miss you.”

You open your mouth to speak but he silences you with a gesture of his hand.

“You have hidden yourself from me for the last three weeks. I have written you letters, I have come to see you, and I have been unsuccessful with every attempt I have made. I believe it is fair to say that I do.”

You stand there, frustrated and overwhelmed with his words.

“It is not easy being in the presence of someone who both makes your heart flutter and ache all the same,” you state defensively, a tear spilling over your flushed cheek. “I sincerely apologize for not returning your letters and distancing myself from you, but I believe it was in my best interest.”

“I believe it was not.”

You frown as your brows furrow, frustration building within your chest as it heaved under your distress. “Why is that?”

He stares at you, tears lining his eyes as the crease between his brows deepens. “You are my best friend, you are—”

“Why have you called off your engagement, Colin?” You ask, your heart pounding in your chest.

He looked down at you, a myriad of emotions flickering over his face as he fought to find the words to say under your expectant stare. Words that played so easily in his mind yet so painfully difficult to speak.

“I realized I did not love her.”

You scoff, willing the bout of hope in your chest to go away.

“That cannot be so. I’ve seen the way you look at her, I’ve heard the way you talk about her. I simply—”

“I didn’t marry her because it is you that I love,” he declares, standing a bit straighter. He finds himself speechless for a moment now that your full attention is on him, now that the quiet of the night is obvious. But as he looks at you, he knows. “I am in love with you, with all that I am. I’m afraid it took your absence for me to realize it, but it has. It was always you, it will always be you.”

You stand there, seemingly frozen in your spot as you look at him in disbelief. “But I—you love me? You…”

Before you could find the words you hadn’t even been sure of yet, his lips had pressed to yours in a soft kiss. One of hesitancy to solidify his words, yet feather-light in fear of ruining the remains of your friendship. One that only intensified once you had gotten over the utter shock you’d been hit with, your hand reaching up to settle on his cheek. His arms envelope you in an embrace, so tight it had only proved his earlier words of missing you. Even in your absence you had entranced him all the same.

In that very moment, it felt as though sparks had danced across every inch of your skin, a feeling you had only ever thought of but never imagined to be true, to be quite so blissful. But what did remain to be true was the very fact that you had been kissing the love of your life in the secret confines of a garden.

Your fingers had begun to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck briefly, smoothing over his cheeks and down to rest on his chest when you part.

“Marry me,” he breathed against your lips, his forehead against yours. Not a drop of hesitancy could be found in the proposal, nor was there any humor.

You found it hard to catch your breath in that moment as you pull away only slightly, allowing yourself to look in his eyes. They sparkled with sincerity, with the promise that he loved you entirely. His kiss swollen lips quirked up in a smile, his gaze hopeful. It was then that you smiled, bright and beaming as you kissed him once more, murmured your acceptance a thousand times over.

To love someone was a risk in and of itself, but to love someone could be just as beautiful.

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[gryffindors-weasley]

These Moments

Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kisses come in different ways with different meanings, and these are the ones you share with Colin.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: marriage, fluff, kissing

A/N: Inspired by this list!

A kiss. It is a simple action that could speak great volumes all the same. A kiss is but a wordless gesture, one that can be utterly profound or a simple reminder of a love already known. It is something that will never falter between you and Colin Bridgerton, no matter the day, no matter the circumstance. It’s meaning will always be the same.

First Kisses

The looming gray clouds that hung puffy and low in the early evening sky were a clear indication of the impending weather, but you were certain that it was more than a sight better than to be stuck in that stuffy ballroom a minute longer. It was extraordinarily beautiful, of course it was, but the crowd of debutants and suitors were proving to be all too much for one evening. You must take a break if only for your sanity.

It was absolutely not because you’d shared more than one dance with the third eldest Bridgerton brother. That simply wouldn’t be logical to be so flustered, he was your best friend, one you spent your entire childhood around. He couldn’t be the one you’d fallen head over heels for, he shouldn’t be, only he was.

You found yourself walking further into the depths of the maze-like garden, away from prying eyes and meaningless conversation as the heightening breeze sweeps through finely manicured bushes and trees. Flower petals were sent fluttering to the ground at your feet, your umbrella clutched loosely in your hand. The bustling commotion from the extravagant mansion had long since faded with your growing distance, and you could finally take a deep breath if only for a brief moment.

“A lady should not be wandering alone at this hour, should she?”

You spun on your heel to face the owner of the ever familiar voice, one you tried to get away from otherwise you just might melt. A smile pulls at your lips upon meeting his deep blue gaze regardless, a playful one at that.

“I suppose that is precisely why you have followed me out here then?” You jest, and his smile is quick to widen, though you do not miss the soft pink blush beginning to stain his cheeks and why it had been there. “You surely must know I am not one to follow the rules, Mr. Bridgerton.”

A laugh leaves his lips then, and he takes a step closer as he nods in agreement.

“Surely I do know, for it is a wonder how you have not yet gotten in trouble. But please, Y/n, do call me Colin. You know I don’t like the formality, yet you tease me all the same.”

Your soft laugh fills the quietness of the vast and vacant garden, and you fumble with the umbrella clutched in your hand. “Just why have you followed me out here? You must have been distracted by the crowd of adoring debutants eagerly waiting for a dance.”

He chuckles once more and looks down at his feet, suddenly unsure of just what to do with himself, how to stand before you. Every minor detail was suddenly very major. Like the way his cheeks burned deeper at the strikingly true implication that he’d trailed after you because his attentions were focused on you, they always seemed to be. Not that you knew that. What you had been aware of, however, was the newfound closeness of your proximity.

He should not be alone with you, he is painfully aware of that fact yet too blissfully spellbound to care. He finds his feelings pay no heed to the rules society has put forth in this very moment, as daring as that may be. Your heart hammers in your chest, breath hitching when he reaches up and plucks a single petal from your hair, a quiet laugh leaving his lips as he holds it in amusement before letting it flutter to the ground.

“Are you avoiding my question, Colin?” You ask, desperate to pull the attention from the crimson burning your cheeks.

“I believe I have told you my reasoning, have I not?”

You give him a knowing smile, and he knows full well that he hasn’t been entirely truthful with you. But how does one confess their love for their best friend all while standing close enough to see every little detail of your beauty, the curve of your lips he so readily wanted to kiss. So, while you’re giving him that knowing smile, his heart is racing and the worsening weather is of no importance. While he did trail behind you for your own safety, that was second in line.

“That—and I have come to speak with you…on a very important matter, actually.”

You raise your brow in curiosity, patiently awaiting his words as wonder and worry begin to build.

He felt as though you may have been hearing the embarrassingly vigorous beating of his heart, it was more than evident in his own ears. He’s certain it shouldn’t be this difficult, it’s only three words yet it’s so much more than that. Now it seems as though he can’t find any form of an excuse, anything else to say that sounded as remotely important as his previous words indicated.

He had just put himself in the most vulnerable of situations with no evident way to reverse it, a flurry of thoughts bombarding him. Now, with each passing second, it becomes more inescapable than the last.

“Then I suppo—”

“I love you.” That was not how he imagined to declare it; he felt like a stammering fool but now he’s gone and said it and there really was no way out of it.

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a few fleeting moments you felt you weren’t sure if you had heard him correctly. If it weren’t for the drizzling rain you may have just stood frozen like a fool for a ridiculous amount of time. It wasn’t until you gasped, it wasn’t until a bout of giddy laughter fell from your lips at the icy droplets that he allowed himself to relax only a little. He grabbed your umbrella in your flustered state, shielding you from the rain as his hand found yours.

“You—you love me?” You hadn’t meant to sound so surprised, so in awe.

By this point, his lips were mere inches away as you stood closely to fit the two of you under the shelter, his forehead soon pressing to yours as he smiled. The rain pattered harshly against the bloomed umbrella, but nothing could pull your attention away from him.

With a burst of confidence now on his side, he feels he can repeat it without making a fool of himself. “I love you,” he starts in relief, squeezing your hand softly, “today, and forever, and all our days in between.”

There, in the privacy of the garden, his lips brushed over yours in a whisper of a kiss. One that was deepened as you stood under the rosy pink hue of your umbrella, mere logic far from being listened to as love blooms within the both of you. Your laughter was to be expected, breaking your kiss for only a second as you shared a dizzying moment of requited affection, a moment you could never have dreamed to be so perfect. It was an evening made wondrous when ‘Marry Me’ was spoken just loud enough for you to hear.

Kisses On The Cheek

There are kisses on the cheek made for when time does not allow anything more than the simple action, or for when his siblings playfully protest any other display of affection in their presence. They are pressed to rosy skin, and they are followed by the most adoring of gazes and the reluctance of letting your hand go. Each and every time Anthony sees it, he knows the newlywed bliss is not just a phase, you love each other too dearly to grow tired of it.

You were seated in the luxurious Bridgerton carriage, making a lengthy trip back to the family home after an elegant soiree that had proven to be tiring for at least four of its attendees. Violet Bridgerton sat across from you, her head on her on Benedict’s shoulder as she allowed herself to rest after the boisterous evening of boasting proudly of your marriage to her third eldest son. The wedding had been three months prior, but she was endlessly proud nonetheless. Benedict followed suit, his head resting atop hers as he’d fallen asleep with ease. It was nothing short of endearing, you must say.

A soft yet content sigh leaves your lips, enjoying the comfortable silence save for the trotting of the horses. The night was as delightful as it could have been, though your feet were rather tired from dancing for the better part of it. Your attention is quickly pulled to the hand slipping into your own, your gaze shifting to your side. Colin’s smile was soft, a quiet laugh huffing through his nose when his brother’s snoring began to sound.

“I am beginning to think separate carriages just may have been a better course of action, my love. Do you agree?”

You stifle your laughter at the words murmured in your ear, followed by the chaste kiss pressed just under it sweetly. You nod in agreement, leaning up to kiss his cheek as you rest your free hand on his arm. “Very much so.”

The moonlight streaming in through the open curtain had illuminated the dimpled grin still playing on his lips and you have to look away before your cheeks grow any redder with the way he’s admiring you. It was moments like these that you treasured the most; not the lavish events and grand formal occasions. It was the certain sincerity of enjoying each other’s presence even when things are silent and what some would consider boring.

One bump in the road had interrupted Benedict’s slumber just enough to quiet him, and you laughed softly to yourself. Then you felt it. You felt the tenderness of Colin’s kiss on your cheek, and two to follow it and linger against your skin.

“I love you,” he whispers, tightening his hold on your hand.

“And I love you.”

Until you can return to the privacy of your home to share a much needed moment alone, a cheek on the cheek will suffice for that very moment.

Slow Kisses

Slow kisses are shared when you are solely in each other’s company, not a set of prying eyes to be seen, not that it should matter in your own home.

You find yourselves in the heart of your garden, lavish with pristine flowers and lustrous with statues and glimmering lanterns dotting along each stone path. The sky was far too beautiful to even imagine how it could be so, filled with the softest of oranges, pinks, and blues as one color blends seamlessly into the next. The crickets had begun to chirp and the fireflies began to glow all around you, weaving themselves around bushes of voluminous hydrangea’s and stunning bluebells. The trees overhead stood tall, their leaves fluttering amongst the breeze soaring through them. It seemed as though it couldn’t have been more perfect, though you knew that to be quite untrue.

For you are dancing in the arms of your lover at perhaps the most beautiful time of day, the soft orange glow of the lanterns all around you with the warmth of the summer air on your skin. It is simply a fairytale one could not even so much as dream about, it had been far too enchanting to ever imagine.

“Can you believe this is ours?” You ask, blissfully unaware of his adoring gaze. Because while you had been admiring the scenery, he had been admiring you.

“No, I cannot,” he answers with a soft laugh, his hand squeezing your own as you sway to an unheard melody. “Though I must admit, it is rather hard to focus on just anything other than you.”

Your gaze flickers to his once more, a smile on your lips as you release his hand to rest yours on the blue fabric of his vest. His jacket had long since been discarded, his sleeves haphazardly rolled up. There was no need to be formal at your own home after all.

You smile brightly, leaning on your toes and meeting his lips in a kiss. Your dancing has faded in the distraction of more pressing matters, his lips soft against your own as his hand settles on your cheek. It felt as though the world had slowed to accompany the pace of your affections, lips melding and brushing over one another in a kiss that had been far from rushed. The arm that had been looped around your waist drew you in as close as possible, his vest crinkling within your hands.

He finds it hard to part from you, but the way you’re smiling gives him no choice if only for a moment. He could kiss you breathless for the rest of his life, time was certainly not of the essence in moments like these. Your smile is bright and his smile is fond, a wordless ‘I love you’ as the setting sun sparkled in your eyes. You had only strayed from each other for a few fleeting seconds, a minute at the very most, but he found himself missing you. 

So, he dips his head once more and kisses you again, slow and dizzying and truly enchanting.

Morning Kisses

Morning kisses are shared in the warmth of the sunlight streaming in the room, casting down upon you goldenly in your shared estate. No matter how big or spacious the bed may have been, the two of you would always remain tangled in with one another. Not a single day is started without a morning kiss; one turning to two, two turning to four, four turning to a number too great to count.

Fatigue has not yet left either of you as you remain in bed, your fingers dancing over his chest in absentminded habit.

“That really does tickle, you know,” he says, eyes sleepy as he blinks at you with the softest of smiles, one that widens at your much anticipated counter.

“I do know.”

A soft laugh leaves his lips and if you let your eyes fall closed for more than a few moments, you just might miss the way he’d been beaming at you. But soon his lips are on yours, soft and tender in the first of many kisses that day. It’s a sleepy kiss that moves gingerly from your lips to the very corner of your mouth, to your cheek and to the very tip of your nose, trailing to your forehead until they meet your lips once more.

He stops picking at the loose thread on your night dress in favor of enveloping your hand in his own. “Do you know that I love you?”

A bright smile is quick to tug at the corners of your mouth, widening as he brings your hand to his lips. A kiss is placed to each knuckle, gentle and warm, traveling tenderly to the back of your hand. You can’t help but to laugh softly as his hand moves up your arm, turning your wrist over and pressing his lips on your skin. The dull scent of your perfume still lingering had his heart fluttering in his chest.

“I hadn’t noticed,” you quip, running your fingers through the soft curls of disheveled brown hair dipping over his forehead.

He smiles, but reminds you again nonetheless. “I do, very much so at that.”

Your smile never falters as your thumb brushes across his cheek and down to swipe over the scar just under his chin, his skin lightly flushed at the heat of the morning sun shining upon you. Perhaps it was because of you. The look he’s giving you is soft yet ever so fond, and even with your noses almost brushing you can see there’s even a glimmer of hope dancing around in his blue eyes. Hopeful that you’ll never tire of saying it back though he knows the answer perfectly well.

Your eyes fall closed in a tender moment of bliss, a feeling only accentuated by the quiet laughter now puffing warmly against your lips. Blindly, you kissed him, your hand remaining on his cheek. “I love you today, and forever…”

“…and all our days in between.”

Your smile is endless when he murmurs the last line with you, something the two of you had wordlessly agreed upon continuing to say since the moment it was spoken.

Kisses are but a small fraction in the myriad of ways to share your affections, coming in different ways at different times. Some are rushed and all are thoughtful, but the meaning behind them remains true. Love.

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