#dorothea bridgerton

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Dove Cameron Edits ✤ Dorothea Bridgerton x Simon Basset

Alchemical ✤ Fragile Things: The ghost of you will always live in these rooms, you get to leave, I don't have that luxury

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[1-800-papaya]

Charming a Duchess

Benedict Bridgerton x Duchess Y/N

Author | I just want to say that this will not follow the books but instead reimage Benedict's love story in the future season four, this means that all events and characters from seasons 1 to 3 will be included. Once again i really do hope you guys love this story and idea for Benedict just as much as I do.

The early morning sun filtered through the towering oaks that lined the driveway of the grand estate of Inveraray Castle, the ancestral home of the Duchy of Argyll. A soft breeze carried the scent of heather and the distant murmur of the River Aray. Y/N Campbell, the newly titled Duchess of Argyll, stood at her bedroom window, gazing out at the rolling hills that had been her sanctuary for as long as she could remember.

“Y/N, dear, we must hurry,” her mother’s voice called from the hallway. “We cannot afford to delay the couch much more.”

Y/N turned from the window, her heart heavy with a mix of excitement and trepidation. London awaited them, a bustling metropolis full of promise and potential matches for her younger sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea were giddy with anticipation, their chatter filling the house with an infectious energy that even Y/N couldn’t resist.

“Yes, Mother, I’m coming,” Y/N replied, smoothing the skirts of her travel dress. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the determination she felt. At five and twenty, she was content with her life, devoted to her family and her passion for the arts. Marriage was not something she sought for herself, but her siblings’ futures were her priority.

Downstairs, the household was a hive of activity. Trunks were being loaded onto the coach, servants bustled about, and her younger siblings were saying their goodbyes to the staff. Y/N’s mother, the Dowager Duchess, stood by the coach, her regal presence commanding respect. Despite the loss of her husband a mere year ago, she had managed the estate with grace and strength.

“Y/N, there you are,” the Dowager Duchess said, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Are you ready?”

Y/N nodded, returning the smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mother.”

“Excellent. Now, where is that dog of yours?” Her mother’s tone was fondly exasperated.

As if on cue, Archie, Y/N’s beloved Gordon Setter, bounded into view, his dark coat gleaming in the sunlight. He circled Y/N’s legs, tail wagging furiously. She bent down to ruffle his ears. “Come on, Archie. London awaits.”

The journey to London was long but pleasant, the rolling countryside giving way to bustling towns and villages. Y/N and her sisters chatted excitedly, their laughter filling the coach. Charlotte, at nine and ten, was vibrant and full of life, her blue eyes sparkling with dreams of romance. Dorothea, just eight and ten, was quieter but equally excited, her gentle nature endearing her to everyone she met.

As they approached London, the landscape changed dramatically. The air grew thicker, the roads busier, and the buildings taller. Y/N’s heart quickened. London was a far cry from the serene beauty of Argyll, but it held a charm of its own.

Argyll House in London was a grand townhouse in Mayfair, elegantly furnished and ready to host the family. As they stepped out of the coach, Y/N took a deep breath, absorbing the bustling energy around her.

The following days were a whirlwind of introductions, parties, and social events. The marriage mart was in full swing, and Y/N’s sisters quickly became the darlings of the season. Y/N, though more reserved, found herself enjoying the vibrant arts scene in London. She visited galleries and attended musical performances, her passion for the arts rekindled with every new experience.

One evening, at a particularly grand ball hosted by the Bridgerton family, Y/N stood at the edge of the room, watching her sisters dance with eligible gentlemen. She felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing they were enjoying themselves.

As she observed the swirling colors and listened to the lively music, a voice interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Campbell, isn’t it?”

Y/N turned to find the handsome Benedict Bridgerton standing beside her, a charming smile on his face. He moved with a kind of effortless grace that drew attention wherever he went. Y/N had observed the second-born Bridgerton throughout the season. She had watched as he poked fun at his brother’s dopey lovesick similes as he danced with both his own and her sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea both expressed great joy at having the attention of the dashing Mr. Bridgerton. Though her mind did roll through many articles in Lady Whistledown that either showered the Bridgerton family with praise or cast a slight shadow over them. He intrigued her to great lengths.

“Duchess, actually,” Y/N corrected gently, offering a polite smile. “Y/N Campbell of Argyll.”

“Ah, my apologies, Duchess,” Benedict said, bowing slightly. “I’ve heard much about you and your family’s arrival. Your sisters seem to be enjoying the season.”

“They are indeed,” Y/N replied, glancing at her sisters. “It’s their first time in London, and they are making the most of it.”

“And you, Duchess? Are you finding London to your liking?” Benedict’s tone was genuinely curious.

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. “It’s different from what I’m used to, but it has its own charm. I’m particularly fond of the art scene here.”

Benedict’s eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? I happen to share your passion for the arts. Perhaps we could visit a gallery together sometime?”

Y/N was taken aback by his forwardness, but there was something sincere in his eyes that made her smile. “I would like that, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Benedict,” he said, his smile widening.

“Very well, Benedict,” Y/N agreed. “And you may call me Y/N.”

[tayloralisonswift]

i’m so sorry bridgerton. but i had to <3

jacksmannequins/romancingmrbridgertons -> dorotheaism

[littlecoffeeadict]

Bridgerton DR Script✨️👗🩵

-Princess Natalia Dorothea of Brussels

-Sister of Prince Henry of Brussels

-Niece of Queen Charlotte

-I Went away from Home at 16 and startet to travel the world by ship

-I'm now 23 years of age

-Came to London to see my brother, but arrived a few days before the season began

-I'm staying at the palace of the queen, who adores me

-The King also likes md, and the Queen likes to say I've turned him into quite the feminist

-I'm called Natty by Eloise, Collin and Antony Brigderton and by Penelope Featherington, Dodie by my brother Henry, and Dorothy by Benjamin and Daphne Bridgerton

-I'm a feminist

-I have a wild spirit

-I'm amazing at fencing, know how to sail realy Well and have exelent horsemenship, also a good dancer

-Dresses in dark red and brown shades, dark greens, dark orange, Black and white, and also a dark Violett

-I Speak german, english, french, spanish, greek, latin, Hindi, italian, russian and sweedish, because I was taught as a child and traveled to those countrys

-I Have been close friends with all the Bridgertons, esspecialy with Eloise and Ben, since I was 6

-My parents send me to my aunt and uncle when I was little, where I met the Bridgerton children on the market and became friends with them

-Visited them till I was 14

-Ran away with 16 and startet writing Letters to the Bridgertons

-I have a dog named Nick who is currently 3 years old. I picked him up in the streets of venice as a pup, and he has been at my side ever since. He likes to play and protects me at all cost. He likes to cuddle a lot and to run side by side with the horses when they run.

Nick:

Face Claim:

So Yeah thats it, a little different today cause I originally made that script on Samsung Notes but was to lazy to edit it completly.

Anyways have a great Day byeee✨️🫶

[incoherentbabblings]

It really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things but something I always found ??? about the Queen Charlotte Bridgerton series is the refusal to engage with why Charlotte and George's daughters were so late to marry and, yeah, it was partially Charlotte needing her daughters as emotional crutches when George completely lost his mind but also George's sisters and aunts were beaten abused and humiliated by their husbands and yes that really did colour his engagement in discussions for potential matches.

His aunt Mary was frequently beaten in Hesse, his sister Caroline Matilda's story in Denmark was so bad she was dead by 23 and his great aunt Sophia Dorothea in Prussia once watched her daughter nearly be murdered by her father during one of his rages to the point where it was the servants dragging him off her, not to mention her repeatedly trying and failing to protect her son from his father too. These were well known and publicised moments, these were not secrets. People knew.

So like... British princesses did not do well on the continent and George knew that was was extremely cautious about where he would be sending his daughters. This is the guy after-all who was known for being rather out of step for how much he enjoyed being a father.

I know Bridgerton is dumb fluff but it's still really teeth grinding in its erasure of George's caution when it came to safeguarding his daughters before he became incapable of making arrangements. And that in itself led to them being taken advantage by older men in their households because they were the only men the girls knew. They never stood a chance.

That's more interesting and heartbreaking than the girls meekly saying they wanted to stay with their mum to be her personal punching bags. Charlotte did need her daughters, and they resented her for it and turned to less than stellar men offering them a way out. Not the other way around. George loved the girls and had seen his own family be abused and beaten. His over-protectiveness led to them being taken advantage of.

Idk. This is just a ramble, but giving the daughter's this selfless motivation to stick by their mother when they had well and truly been failed by their parents (never intentionally!!) I guess makes for a less complicated tv story.

[xslytherclawx-writes]

I was tagged by @thebreakfastgenie

I don't have a "WIP folder" per se so I'm def missing some but let's go

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs

R/E Modern AU (Harry Potter)

Reg/Evan affair (Harry Potter)

R/E fake dating (Harry Potter)

Regulus Survives (Harry Potter)

Slytherin AU (Harry Potter)

Evan goes to Azkaban (Harry Potter)

chanukah - drarry (Harry Potter)

chanukah - dorothea (evermore - Taylor Swift)

chanukah ow new (original work)

Regulus/Neville time travel AU (Harry Potter)

Pride 2023 - Greg/Neville (Bridgerton)

2023 Pride - Lower Decks (Star Trek: Lower Decks)

2023 pride - klave (Umbrella Academy)

Charlie/Felix dating (Harry Potter)

aaaand I think that's as far back as I'm willing to dig lol

some of these are active WIPs (1-3, 5), some I'm going to finish for next year (7-9, 11-13), and the rest are just ??? maybe someday when the time is right I'll finish them.

i do not think I know 14 people to tag lmfao so i'm just gonna go @tavina-writes, @nemaliwrites, @cardassiangoodreads, @chthonicrose aaand anyone else who wants to do this!

[littlecoffeeadict]

I will take my Bridgerton DR for this one, but I have a LOT of DRs...

1.

-Bridgerton, obvi

-Well, I did not really change anything yet, but because I shift to the start of the show some things might change naturally

-definitly hanging out with Eloise, like I will teach her fencing and we will talk about feminism, but I am also really exited for talking to my aunt queen Charlotte

-So, briegerton itself is definitly blue and old money, but my DR self is giving warm yellow-ish and orange cat energy

-my favourite place is the harbour, because my ship lies there, and Benedicts Art Studio

-I think the reunion with my brother Henry (I jump into his arms and he tells everyone how much he missed his favourite sister

-just thinking about shifting back really hard and saying affirmations like ,,I'm in my CR" ,,I am CR Name" etc.

2.

-Princess Natalia Dorothea of Brussels (I need my Main character moment okay?)

-I am a german princess and the younger sister of prince Henry, niece of Queen Charlotte. But since I wanted to see the world, I wemt away from home at 16 by stealing a ship from my parents harbour, and I've been traveling the world ever since. My parents are not to happy with it, but they don't do anything to stop me. My defining traits are that I am adventourus and love to Explore, and I always do what I think is best.

-curly dark blonde/light brunette hair, freckles everywhere, a bright smile

Face claim:

-when i talk i am usually full of energy, my voice is always awake and mostly joyfully

-because of me beeing basically a sailor, I naturally tie everything in sailors knots, thats why novody lets me bind their ribbons

3.

-I was playing therapist for an online friend and she mentioned it, and of couse I didn't want to look like an idiot so I aducated myself

-a lot of symptoms in my arms and stomach, didn't sleep the whole night after

-didn't shift🥲

-the five sendest method by alunir

-I mostly use those from the Podcast Bells Shifting subliminals on Spotify

-A combination of five sences, raven, staircase and in their arms method

-Seeing Videos that relate to me and my DR friends

-don't do something just because it worked for someone else, you are your iwn person if it does not feel right it won't work

A challenge for Reality Shifters!

Reblog this post & answer these questions, you can totally skip whichever ones you want, this is just because I like hearing about other people's DRs .:)

Part 1: Your DR

What is your DR? Is it a TV show, a movie, a book, or maybe an original situation?

If your DR is based on pre-existing media, did you change anything, or did you add any details?

What are you most excited to do when you shift there?

How would you describe your DR's aesthetic?

What is your favorite place in your DR?

If you scripted scenarios, which one is your favorite?

What is your safe word/action?

Part 2: Your DR-self

What is your name in your DR?

Who are you in your DR? What are your defining traits?

What do you look like in your DR?

What do you sound like in your DR?

What's an interesting fact about your DR-self?

Part 3: Your shifting journey

How did you first find out about shifting?

What was your first shifting attempt like?

If you've shifted in the past, what was your favorite part of your DR?

If you like to use online meditations, which are your favorites?

If you like to use online subliminals, which are your favorites?

What is your favorite shifting method?

What is something that gives you motivation to shift?

What is one piece of advice you would give to other shifters?

the end :)

[the-witching-ash]

Thoughts on crossovers for Bridgerton?

Caroline Cowper - Peggy, Rosaline, Benjamin, Dorothea, Florentina & Jonathan

Alexander & Priscilla

Peggy, Dorothea, Catrina

Priscilla (individual from Alexander)

Benjamin, Peggy, Rosaline, Clarissa, Cornelia, Honora, Isabella

Alexander (individual from Priscilla)

Jonathan (look I just *know* Alexander has bi-experimented in the past and wants to with him. 👀

Catalina, Benjamin, Dorothea, Juliana, Winnifred

[lcrk]

I feel like Dorothea doesn't necessarily have 'smartphone face' so much as 'so easily recognized/well-known from a modern teen drama that it's hard to think of her being in fantasy/period pieces.' the furthest in-the-past period project she's done was set in the '40's and that's probably as period as the general public can see her, not counting something akin to Bridgerton where there's a lot of intentional modern aspects. she thinks it would be super fun to do a swords and sandals project, but she's accepted that she'll probably never get cast in something like that.

[ramyeonguksu]

3, 5, 18, 23? ;)

3. Least favourite things to draw?

LONG CURVY HAIR AND BIG BOOBS (Dorothea unfortunately falls under this category sobs)

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

Two hyper specific OC x Canon art one involving Hullevi and another involving Dorolevi sdhfjk part of me isn't sure if I can pull it off sdhjfk

18. Do you have any larger projects you’d like to pursue? Like comics, shortfilm, a series etc?

ngl I wonder if I'm going to snap someday and do a fanfiction retelling of Crimson Flower but from Hillevi's POV

23. Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work? If so, what’s your favourite?

tbh not really? but if I do listen to music it's instrumental game music and/or classical orchestral music! as for shows I've rewatched Arcane so many damn times and Bridgerton I rewatch occasionally too! Specifically s2 of Bridgerton because Anthony and Kate are so Hullevi flavored ugh

[silverspecks]

Ten favourite characters from ten pieces of media:

1.) Dorothea Arnault- I love her so much-So much that she’s my profile picture. Also we share a birthday.

2.) Inej Ghafa- Fron the Grishaverse series of novels. I debated between Inej and Zoya but Inej won out just slightly.

3.) Kate Bridgerton (Previously Kate Sharma): I love her so much. We didn’t know if we were going to watch Bridgerton after season one but Kate made me want to stick to it.

4.) Harrowhark Nonagesimus- A lot of Locked Tomb characters could go here but she’s currently one of my favourite characters of all time.

5.) Inigo/Laslow: From Fire Emblem Awakening and Fire Emblem Fates. Congrats Inigo for being the first male character to make it in this list!! I already listed a character from Three Houses but Fates/Awakening is a very different game.

6.) Caethari Aeduria: Is this recently biased? I don’t know. But congrats Caethari for making this list. I love you so much. Check out A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Fox Meadows

7.) Marz-From I was a Teenage Exocolonist. I love Marz so much.

8.) Peeta Mellark: From the Hunger Games. Peeta has always been one of my favourite guys of all time. And he still makes this list.

9.) Dorian Pavus- I might be out of the Dragon Age fandom but I still love Dorian so so much.

10.) Finally Special Mentions to Leander and Kane-Two of the specialist OCs from my two specialists partners. Thank you @crownsofguilt and @transselkie for these two fantastic guys. Thea and Victarion should also go here but listing Leander and Kane as my special pics for this list adds for extra hilarity.

@crownsofguilt you can list ten other characters if you want. @transselkie list your guys!

TAG GAME— List 10 of your favorite characters from different fandoms

Thank you for tagging me @coderiderr

Hortensia (Fire Emblem Engage)

Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail)

Kaze (Fire Emblem Fates)

Lisia (Pokémon)

Maka Albarn (Soul Eater)

Owain (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Shirayuki (Snow White with the Red Hair)

Van Hohenheim (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Yuuri Katsuki (Yuri!!! on ICE)

Zeref Dragneel (Fairy Tail)

Tagging: @fayesdiary @dragonballwish @elegyofthemoon @sevarix-blogs @ghostlydragonpainter

[1-800-papaya]

Charming a Duchess

Benedict Bridgerton x Duchess Arabella Campbell of Argyll (OC)

Author | I just want to say that this will not follow the books but instead reimage Benedict's love story in the future season four, this means that all events and characters from seasons 1 to 3 will be included. Once again i really do hope you guys love this story and idea for Benedict just as much as I do.

The early morning sun filtered through the towering oaks that lined the driveway of the grand estate of Inveraray Castle, the ancestral home of the Duchy of Argyll. A soft breeze carried the scent of heather and the distant murmur of the River Aray. Arabella Campbell, the newly titled Duchess of Argyll, stood at her bedroom window, gazing out at the rolling hills that had been her sanctuary for as long as she could remember.

“Arabella, dear, we must hurry,” her mother’s voice called from the hallway. “We cannot afford to delay the couch much more.”

Arabella turned from the window, her heart heavy with a mix of excitement and trepidation. London awaited them, a bustling metropolis full of promise and potential matches for her younger sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea were giddy with anticipation, their chatter filling the house with an infectious energy that even Arabella couldn’t resist.

“Yes, Mother, I’m coming,” Arabella replied, smoothing the skirts of her travel dress. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the determination she felt. At five and twenty, she was content with her life, devoted to her family and her passion for the arts. Marriage was not something she sought for herself, but her siblings’ futures were her priority.

Downstairs, the household was a hive of activity. Trunks were being loaded onto the coach, servants bustled about, and her younger siblings were saying their goodbyes to the staff. Arabella’s mother, the Dowager Duchess, stood by the coach, her regal presence commanding respect. Despite the loss of her husband a mere year ago, she had managed the estate with grace and strength.

“Arabella, there you are,” the Dowager Duchess said, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Are you ready?”

Arabella nodded, returning the smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mother.”

“Excellent. Now, where is that dog of yours?” Her mother’s tone was fondly exasperated.

As if on cue, Archie, Arabella’s beloved Gordon Setter, bounded into view, his dark coat gleaming in the sunlight. He circled Arabella’s legs, tail wagging furiously. She bent down to ruffle his ears. “Come on, Archie. London awaits.”

The journey to London was long but pleasant, the rolling countryside giving way to bustling towns and villages. Arabella and her sisters chatted excitedly, their laughter filling the coach. Charlotte, at nine and ten, was vibrant and full of life, her blue eyes sparkling with dreams of romance. Dorothea, just eight and ten, was quieter but equally excited, her gentle nature endearing her to everyone she met.

As they approached London, the landscape changed dramatically. The air grew thicker, the roads busier, and the buildings taller. Arabella’s heart quickened. London was a far cry from the serene beauty of Argyll, but it held a charm of its own.

Argyll House in London was a grand townhouse in Mayfair, elegantly furnished and ready to host the family. As they stepped out of the coach, Arabella took a deep breath, absorbing the bustling energy around her.

The following days were a whirlwind of introductions, parties, and social events. The marriage mart was in full swing, and Arabella’s sisters quickly became the darlings of the season. Arabella, though more reserved, found herself enjoying the vibrant arts scene in London. She visited galleries and attended musical performances, her passion for the arts rekindled with every new experience.

One evening, at a particularly grand ball hosted by the Bridgerton family, Arabella stood at the edge of the room, watching her sisters dance with eligible gentlemen. She felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing they were enjoying themselves.

As she observed the swirling colors and listened to the lively music, a voice interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Campbell, isn’t it?”

Arabella turned to find the handsome Benedict Bridgerton standing beside her, a charming smile on his face. He moved with a kind of effortless grace that drew attention wherever he went. Arabella had observed the second-born Bridgerton throughout the season. She had watched as he poked fun at his brother’s dopey lovesick similes as he danced with both his own and her sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea both expressed great joy at having the attention of the dashing Mr. Bridgerton. Though her mind did roll through many articles in Lady Whistledown that either showered the Bridgerton family with praise or cast a slight shadow over them. He intrigued her to great lengths.

“Duchess, actually,” Arabella corrected gently, offering a polite smile. “Arabella Campbell of Argyll.”

“Ah, my apologies, Duchess,” Benedict said, bowing slightly. “I’ve heard much about you and your family’s arrival. Your sisters seem to be enjoying the season.”

“They are indeed,” Arabella replied, glancing at her sisters. “It’s their first time in London, and they are making the most of it.”

“And you, Duchess? Are you finding London to your liking?” Benedict’s tone was genuinely curious.

Arabella hesitated, then nodded. “It’s different from what I’m used to, but it has its own charm. I’m particularly fond of the art scene here.”

Benedict’s eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? I happen to share your passion for the arts. Perhaps we could visit a gallery together sometime?”

Arabella was taken aback by his forwardness, but there was something sincere in his eyes that made her smile. “I would like that, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Benedict,” he said, his smile widening.

“Very well, Benedict,” Arabella agreed. “And you may call me Arabella.”

[sxveme-2]

Holy Ground // Benedict Bridgerton

MASTERLIST

DESCRIPTION: "𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓃."

That's the motto, is it not? The second-born child in a family is set to live life unencumbered by the responsibilities. Parties, vices, lust. That was the life they were supposed to live, never dreading what lurked around the corner or when they'd have to wed. It was supposed to be fun, to be a second child-free of burdens and debts. 

Perhaps for men, that is the reality.

It is for Benedict Bridgerton. The second-born son and child in the esteemed Bridgerton family. Benedict was free to play into the parable of second-born sons, and he was happy to do so. No one would fault him for pursuing art and divulging in lustful encounters in smoke-filled rooms, wine flowing with various hallucinogens plaguing the bitter spirits. 

For Lady Dorothea Dowding, it was quite the opposite. She had to fight tooth and nail to live the life she pleased. Along with that fight came a bargain, one struck in desperation and fervour. An artist herself, Lady Dowding longed to spend time among the greats in Florence. She was granted this wish as long as when she returned; she would enter society and marry who her parents imposed upon her.

Friends since birth, Benedict and Dorothea, were similar. Both sprouted from esteemed families with an eye for the arts. Only when they came of age did the two grow separate and apart. They became the very things one swore never to be, and one both longed to be. So when the two finally reconnect after years apart, growing into new beasts, what could transpire?

With Dorothea set to marry and Benedict realizing where he caused error, delve into the story of the two nobility and watch as they navigate all that was unsaid and what never should have been.

DISCLAIMER: My works are only published here on Wattpad, Tumblr and AO3; thank you!I do not own any original characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Julia Quinn.This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else.This work handles mature things such as nudity, sexual content, emotional distress and trauma. Do not read if you are not comfortable with these. I am not responsible for your media consumption and what you choose to read. 

STATUS: Unedited

Chapter I

Warnings: Mention of alcohol and other substances, discussions of body type 

Word Count: 3871

Dearest Gentle Reader,

The time has come for another social season—ready your bets for the upcoming announcement of who the Queen will declare as the season’s Diamond. No new Bridgertons are entering the social scene just yet, so all the Mamas may still have a chance to have their daughters taken under the Queen’s wing. Though with the dismal of last season and a failed engagement between Miss Edwina Sharma and Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, the Ton may question the Queen’s judgement once more.

Though not all is settled, those Mamas may still have competition at hand. A Dowding family carriage was spotted arriving in Grosvenor Square late a few days past. It seemed to be carrying the sole daughter of the Duke of Ashbury and Baroness von Hinterweise. Returning from her rendezvous in Florence, Lady Dorothea Dowding has returned to the Ton to make her entrance into society. Despite delaying her entrance, one can only assume Lady Dowding will be the one to watch out for in the upcoming season.

With two Bridgerton siblings married off as well, and a Viscountess taking Lady Violet’s title, I can not help but wonder if the other three Bridgerton siblings will look to finally wed. With travelling the world under his belt, Lord Colin Bridgerton would make an excellent husband to all ladies of the Ton. Lord Benedict Bridgerton as well, with his artistic geniuses. Though is it easy to tie down such a man like that? Lady Eloise Bridgerton hid behind her eldest brother’s scandals last season…

Dorothea dropped the pamphlet into her lap with an exasperated huff. The Queen undoubtedly had an impression of Dorothea from her five-year delay, despite the esteemed nature of her family and the influence they had. This Lady Whistledown did not know the true nature of the Dowding family nor what indeed went into the entirety of the sole daughter’s absence. There was more than just hesitancy on Dorothea’s end, and one can believe that it was not a willing agreement on the ends of her father and mother. She was the only girl born to the Dowding family name in generations, yet she dreamed of grandeur artistic endeavours. Dorothea dwelled on the impending doom of her returning to London for five years and what awaited her when she got back. The dresses, the balls, the courting. It was all her parents doing.

“You look as though you hate your existence, sister.”

Alexander Dowding Jr was one of the main culprits to blame for the upcoming entrance to society that awaited Dorothea. The eldest of the three Dowding children, Alexander was structured, sophisticated, and traditional. Dorothea had no room to flourish under the scrutiny of her father and brother, let alone the mother that sat just across from the two eldest.

“I am merely warm, brother,” Dorothea lied, a tight-lipped smile tugging along her cheeks as she turned to face Alexander, twisting the necklace on her chest, “That is all.”

Alexander scanned his sister’s face, unsure of the truth behind her words. Dorothea could do nearly anything. She could sing, play the pianoforte like a virtuoso, fiddle the harp as easy as breathing, play the flute like the greats. She could paint a masterpiece and sketch a story. Her poetic skills were borderline genius. Her skills in athletics were above average for her sex, and she excelled in ballet. She was dutiful, kind, and intelligent. She could do, namely, every skill a woman would need to be a courting prospect. But she could not lie–she had a telling tick.

“Relax, Dorothea,” her mother sighed, handing the young girl a fan, “It is only a few moments. And then the season will officially commence, and your brother and father will find you an excellent husband.”

“So, I really do not have a say in the matter?” Dorothea pestered, knowing what the answer was. She’d barely been home for three days, and already she and her mother had yelled back in fourth in German more than they had spoken in English. The glare that the Baroness sent the girl was deadly. Anytime the aspect of Dorothea’s future came into question, Augusta, her mother, would pull that exact look from the depths of her mind.

The Dowding family was one of esteem that spanned across the entire empire. Her mother was the Baroness von Hinterweise, as she was the only child born to her parents back in Austria. Her father was the notable Duke of Ashbury, one of England’s most prestigious and elite areas. Her Uncles all married nobility, taking up titles of Earls and Dukes alike. Each Uncle produced an average of four to five heirs, all of which were male. When Dorothea was born, the entire Dowding dynasty rejoiced in thanks. Even as she grew up, the sole Dowding girl born of the name was the picture of excellence.

Known in Austria and England, Dorothea was the grace and opulence that the Dowdings were known for personified. However, she had an attitude unlike any other. She did not appreciate being talked down to and was outspoken about the detest she harboured in the patriarchal society. She never wished to marry, promising someone from her past she would not. But that was a child’s promise, a child’s wish. Alongside the studying she did in Florence, the deal struck with her parents came with lessons about being a Lady and how to act during the courting seasons.  Now, she was a woman of esteem, not a child with a loudmouth. She was to sit quiet and pretty, only speaking when spoken to and engaging in banter that would charm a man, not scare him away.

The entirety of the Dowding reputation sat on her shoulders. Her cousins and brothers alike never had to worry about the social seasons or the scandals that could arise should she step even a centimetre out of line. Dorothea had to keep an unscathed image through the upcoming months and secure a marriage by the end.

A foul woman is as good as dead in the Dowding family.

Her grandmother’s words echoed around her mind, warning her of the consequences that would ensue if she were to bring shame to the Dowding family. Not only would it stain the legacy of the Dowdings in England, but span over to Austria in the Hiterweise dynasty, disgracing her mother’s lineage as well. Dorothea had a duty, a role in serving, a part to play, and she would play it to its whole. If not, she might as well have stayed in Florence and lived her life as a nameless body with no honest service to offer.

“You will be the one everyone is watching this season, Dorothea,” her father chastised, “Eyes will be on you at every moment. Even the staff of the family will be watching. Even if Queen Charlotte does not name you the diamond, the poor girl she does choose will not hold a candle to you.”

“As if she isn’t already nervous entering society at such an age, adding that everyone will be watching surely does not act as a relaxer.” Julian, the third Dowding child, piped up.

“Santa mierda.”

“Dorothea!” Her mother scolded.

-----

Dorothea blew air from her lips like a child blowing a pinwheel, calming her chest’s rapid rise and fall. Her brother’s wife, Marjorie, was meant to meet her and the Baroness before the official start of entrances, but due to her current pregnancy, she could not attend. Dorothea was not too hurt by the absence. Her brother’s wife was more of a nuisance to Dorothea since she arrived from Florence, following the blonde around like a gossip awaiting a scandal.

If the last few days were isolating for Dorothea, the way the others girls who were entering society only heightened the feeling. Each daughter and their Mama eyed the Baroness and her daughter as though they were a challenge to conquer or a bug that landed on a cake. The Baroness spoke strictly German with Dorothea, not wishing for the eavesdroppers loitered around them to truly know the extent of Dorothea’s deal.

“You must make a good impression,” Augusta scolded as Dorothea fussed with the waist of her gown, “Do you understand, tochter? Your brother and father wish to pick the best of the best. You must be perfect if you want any control over your future husband.”

“I understand, Mama,” Dorothea responded, “You have little faith in me.”

“Can you place blame upon me? I haven’t an idea who you fraternized with while in Florence. For all I know, you no longer have your–”

“That is enough, Mama,” Dorothea hissed, waving away her mother’s hand.

The blonde was cut short from chastising her mother when the sounds of trumpets and the band began from outside the doors. Both women straightened their backs as though a rod had been attached, keeping them stiff as sticks. She was a Dowding; she was a renowned talent in multiple facets and had a name behind her. Dorothea was sought after this season, not just for her wealth and family but for her outstanding beauty and the talents that she possessed. Her duty was to wed, produce an heir, and live her life comfortably within the nobility and elite of London.

The wooden doors swung open in front of her as she was announced. The entire room fell deadly silent, awaiting the drop of a body. Augusta walked carefully beside her, neither daring a deep breath. Dorothea was a sight to behold, the golden accents of her dress bringing rejuvenated light to her cheeks. The golden tresses of her hair were lined with similar accents, made from the best and brightest material that money could buy. A smile stretched along her lips as she glanced around the room, only to have the deep breath she would soon take stolen from her lungs.

The eyes she found were an ocean, and she could not swim. She began to slip deep into the depths, brisk liquid sliding around her skin in a harness. The longer she drowned, the harder it came to swim to the surface. He watched as she presented herself as a cow up for auction. She would be tossed off like cattle to the highest bidder, promising her comfort beyond words and a life with nothing but grace and esteem. Dorothea searched for ground, moving her eyes back towards the Queen that she approached. But the water flooded her lungs, and her chest picked up speed, throat constricting as it slid through her throat like a poison.

Before Dorothea could catch her breath, she was before the Queen. Her mind rejoined her body, and she dipped low, eyes averted to the ground where the Queen sat. Her mother bent just beside her, awaiting the Queen’s judgement. The sound of walking caused the heart of Dorothea Dowding to fall into a sprint, racing towards the comfort of a finish line. When the Queen’s hand rested on her cheek and lifted her to stand straight once more, she was greeted with the most subtle of smiles on the woman’s face.

“Welcome home, Lady Dowding,” Queen Charlotte expressed, “Your eyes are as bright as they were the day you departed. Shining like diamonds.”

A murmur erupted around her as the word fell from the Queen’s lips. Despite her distaste towards the entire ordeal, Dorothea couldn’t help but let a bright smile break onto her lips. The Queen welcomed her and referred to the most known aspects of Dorothea Dowding as diamonds. Even with a delay in her entrance, the sole Dowding daughter managed an impression. Dorothea was the most desirable woman in this social season, and she would expect nothing but the best to call upon her.

With a final smile from the Queen, Dorothea and her mother turned back towards the exit. His eyes stared at hers with curiosity, the smile that pulled across her features seemingly forced. He watched her with the eyes of an artist, studying each line and curve of her face and physique. He had looked at her like that a few days past, the first time they had seen one another in five years time. The water that flooded through her was violent and aggressive now, his gaze as hard as ice.

There were no options in the life that she lived. She had managed a choice, but in the end, everything always led back to this. The Ton had been anticipating her return, waiting for the moment they could hang her like a picture. They would gather and watch as she twisted and contorted to fit the mould they wished her to be. A spectator always knew what they wanted to see, but it was the artist who knew what was meant to be portrayed.

She watched his eyes follow her, how she moved and how she commanded the room. The Queen sat a mere few feet away, but Dorothea had everyone’s attention. She was a general leading an army, the ladies around her being the soldiers that did as she did. As whispers swirled, Dorothea almost longed for the drowning feeling she had. Moments like these made her long for the holy ground they stood on nearly two days past.

-----

It had been two days since Lady Dowding made her entrance into the social scene in London, and it had been a whirlwind since–she could barely catch her breath. She only ever found solitude behind the closed doors of her bedroom. Just like now, when the door to her chambers was shut tight with her and Julian huddled on the expansive bed she slept in. The eldest of the three Dowding children used to accompany them as they poured over her sketches, Julian’s ideas for a story, and even the new horses that Alexander had bet on. Each Dowding had a vice and niche to them, something that made them giddy and let butterflies loose in their stomach.

“Have you ever considered sketching a dress for the modiste to make for you?” Julian inquired, glancing over his sister’s different silhouettes, “It might bring in more suitors, Thea.”

“If only that were true,” Thea soughed, stroking the silky fur of her Persian cat, Adelaide, “Men prefer a woman with no opinions. Or at least, the men Alexander and father believe worthy enough to enter our family.”

“Do you think they might at all take your feelings into account?” Julian questioned, “You are the sole daughter in our family; it would be right for you to marry for love.”

“You will marry for love, Julian. I will ensure that much.”

“What if I do not wish to marry?” Julian challenged, “Why do I get a choice, and you do not?”

“Julian–”

“It is not fair, Thea,” Julian exclaimed, sliding off the bed and to his feet, “You will live your life in misery, all because our father and brother want to keep a legacy clean!”

Thea watched the young boy’s chest heave up and down like hers did when the art she created elicited unspoken emotions from her mind. Both she and Julian found passion in what they loved, and it appeared the latter of the two had taken a liking to the rights of his elder sister in terms of marriage. Perhaps it was his youthful ignorance, seeing as he was only six and ten, but Julian always managed to bring an amused smile to the stoic features of Dorothea. He was light-hearted and caring, always having something to say about how the Dowding family ran and how his elders acted.

“There are things in life uncontrollable,” Dorothea insisted, “It is my duty as a Lady and as the sole daughter of the Dowding name to marry into an esteemed lineage. I must secure–”

“Do not talk to me like they do to you,” Julian admonished, earning a surprised breath to slip from her lips, “I am not daft, Thea. I simply do not understand why you allow it.”

A knock tolled on her door before Dorothea could dig her grave further with the youngest Dowding child. She thanked whatever God there was before shifting off her bed towards where the rap rang. Julian was swift to force past his elder sister as she unlocked the door, unveiling the other brother of hers. Alexander observed with scorned eyebrows as Julian bumbled past them both, leaving the two eldest siblings standing on the threshold alone. The lone blonde of the trio blew out a breath, massaging her forehead before shifting her glance towards the prospective Duke of Ashbury and Baron of Hinterweise.

“What can I do for you at this hour, Alexander?” Dorothea puffed, twisting and inviting the man into her chambers as she meandered towards the bed. Her fingers moved deftly as she gathered the array of parchments, sealing them back into their leather-bound.

“Well…I suppose I just wondered where my siblings were and why Julian was out of bed,” Alexander responded, a bald-faced lie that had Dorothea grimacing at him over her shoulder, “Don’t believe me?”

“Brother, you have not merely visited my chambers since I was two and ten, Julian newly four. Do not chastise me for finding your reasoning a tad…improbable.” Dorothea was rapid with her repute, tucking her illustrations into her armoire.

“You really acknowledge so low of me.”

“You have not provided me with any sense to do anything but, Alexander,” she persisted, standing to her greatest height with arms crossed over her waist, “Now, why do you truly visit me at this hour of the night, with Lady Marjorie nearly at term.”

“We have a dinner tomorrow night,” Alexander confessed, glimpsing wearily at the necklace on his sister’s clavicle, “I came to inform you….”

“Alright, I still do not see the importance of you visiting me–”

“With the Bridgertons.”

“I see.”

"I know you are hurt–" Alexander pestered, his voice nothing more than a warning to his sister.

"Allow me to retire to bed." She was quick to retaliate, jumping to the defence as her hand rested on the necklace hanging on her chest.

"Dorothea–"

"Goodnight, Alexander."

-----

The Bridgertons. The family that all three Dowding children were raised alongside. Alexander was born four years before the first Bridgerton, Anthony, but the two were as thick as thieves throughout their childhoods. Benedict and Alexander never found solid ground in their relationship; the latter was evident in his hatred towards the second-born Bridgerton, causing great grief in his sister’s moral compass. Daphne and Dorothea were born a year apart and were nearly as close as their eldest brothers. Eloise and Dorothea got on well, same as Colin and the sole Dowding daughter. Julian was born the same year as Francesca and got on well with all the youngest Bridgertons.

Throughout these years, one connection was bewildering to both households–the second borns of each family. Benedict Bridgerton and Dorothea Dowding were the closest children, bonding over their adoration for art. Dorothea and Benedict solely spoke with one another, rarely venturing from each other’s sides. Only Daphne could pull the only Dowding girl away from her elder brother and Anthony, Benedict. They were enthralled with one another through and through.

Despite the song that Dorothea’s heart sang for the boy, romance would never happen officially–not with Alexander Jr.’s input holding such precedence in Dorothea’s marriage. Let alone that Benedict had promised Dorothea something that she returned, only for her to jettison it into the street when the opportunity presented itself for a temporary escape.

“I present the Duke of Ashbury, Baroness von Hinterweise, and their three children, Lord Alexander Dowding and his wife, Lady Marjorie Dowding, Lady Dorothea Dowding, and Lord Julian Dowding.”

The middle Dowding child followed closely behind her parents as the family was announced into the drawing-room of the Bridgerton house. The blues that covered the walls and decorated the room brought Dorothea a sense of serenity and calmness, contrasting the violent reds that filled her family home. It had been years since she stepped foot into the Bridgerton’s house, and even after all those years, it still brought her indescribable comfort. Her diamond eyes scanned the room, admiring each piece of art that hung on the walls and the vibrant aura of kindness.

“Violet!” Her mother gasped, the smile on her face evident in her words as the Baroness surged forward to envelop the previous Viscountess in a hug, “You look lovely, dear.”

“Oh, you flatter me, Augusta,” Lady Bridgerton sighed as she pulled away, turning to embrace the rest of the family, starting with Julian. Violet bowed towards Alexander Junior and Senior, “Your Grace, my Lord.”

Dorothea lingered to the side, keeping her eyes solely trained on the mother of the Bridgertons, who all sat patiently to the side as their mother welcomed the guests. Anthony and the new Viscountess, Kate, awaited just behind the woman. When Lady Bridgerton was complete, the second bout of welcomes began as Anthony and Kate stepped forward, baby in arms. The heavy presence of the ocean lingered behind Dorothea, awaiting her to succumb to its waves. She refused to step towards it, remaining on solid ground as she dipped into a curtsy in front of Anthony and Kate.

“Thea,” Anthony began before quickly catching himself, “My apologies–Dorothea. You have grown up since the last I saw you.”

“It has been five years, my Lord,” Dorothea teased, “I am sadly no longer nine and ten, much to many suitors’ dismay.”

“From what I hear, your age is the last thing the men of the Ton care about,” Kate Sharma began, stepping beside her husband, “You made quite an impression on the Queen, Lady Dowding.”

“Please, call me Dorothea,” the blonde instructed, smiling kindly at Kate, “The Bridgertons and Dowdings have been friends since before I was born; no need for such formalities.”

“Well, if that’s the case,” Anthony chuckled, glancing wearily at the three other Dowdings that lingered to the side with his mother, “Then I suppose my siblings can break from their stoic positions and greet the family, no?”

Julian quickly ran off with Hyacinth, Gregory, and Francesca as Anthony began his talks alongside Alexander Jr–Marjorie and Kate sharing pregnancy stories. The Duke and Baroness took a seat just to the side with Lady Bridgerton as Dorothea lingered around Daphne and Simon, exchanging stories of the previous years that were not included in their recurring letters sent. In murmured musings, Benedict, Colin, and Eloise sat just across from the Duchess and her companion, and the latter could feel the burning gaze of Benedict Bridgerton pouring into her.

“You must tell Benedict about the artists you met in Florence, Thea,” Daphne insisted, perhaps noticing how her brother stared at the Dowding daughter, “I can only imagine you two have much to talk about. Eloise, come with Simon and me; we will ensure that the dining room is properly set for our guests.”

Before Thea could protest to her friends clear medaling, the two Bridgertons and the Duke were off from the drawing-room, Augie in hand, not without a few remarks from Eloise saying that she too would like to hear the woman’s stories. Thea found herself sitting alone across from Colin and Benedict, neither of the brothers daring to speak. The blonde found her eyes wandering over the younger two brothers, noting the maturity that seemed to sprout over the last five years. She and Colin were the same age, both with spirits to explore and revel in the different aspects of life. Turning her eyes towards her brother, she found Alexander’s eyes trailed on her. He nodded towards Colin, giving the go-ahead. Despite this being a reconvening of the two families, Dorothea couldn’t deny it was also an opportunity for her father and brother to scope out a possible suitor in Colin.

Alexander Jr. wouldn’t be caught dead allowing Benedict to court his sister, but Colin, perhaps.

[miss-bridgerton]

for real l anthony bridgerton x you l part one

word count: 1,887 words

pairing: anthony bridgerton x you

author’s note: part 1 finally! it’s not much going on, but this is just the beginning. 

taglist: @fact-fictionx @alainabooks143 @michael-loves-chickens @misstonybridgerton

summary: Everyone knew that the Viscount was a rake. Except for, apparently, three young women who clung to his every word. Anthony Bridgerton was in fact charming. But he was absolutely terrible at dating three women at once. Some would call him a dunce for doing so. Others might call him a hero. Adelia Byron called him dead when she found out. Set out on revenge, she and the other two young ladies, Bette DuPont and Siena Rosso, decide to transform a lonely bakers girl into someone who can break the heart of the Viscount.

            PART 1: THE SOCIETY PAPER THAT CAUSED A SCENE

YOU HAD NO IDEA that a gossip column would be the cause of a brawl in your family’s tea shop and bakery: The Fancy Teapot.

Overly priced earl grey tea? Oh, absolutely.

Chairs that pinched the bottoms of debutantes and their mammas? Pinched bottoms surely caused nasty sneers a plenty.

But the latest gossip from the squares’ paper? You certainly didn’t see that coming.

It was all because of the Viscount. Lord Anthony Bridgerton was indeed charming. He had that smile that they all seemed to fawn over. His hair was swept in all the right places. And he was a British nobleman.

What more could a young lady want?

You rolled your eyes at the words that frequented that paper. What more could a young lady want? Well, for starters, you wanted freedom. You wanted to bake. You wanted to explore different cities. Eat exotic foods. Tell stories to your future nieces and nephews of your adventures. You didn’t care about marriage, no matter how many times your sister-in-law pushed it on to you. You just simply wanted to. . .experience life.

Unlike the young women who frequented The Fancy Teapot. They were all scouring for eligible unmarried men. It was what they were taught. It was all that they knew, really. 

And two debutantes who enjoyed sipping tea in The Fancy Teapot had no idea that they were both courting the Viscount. Until it came out on paper, that is.

It was a sunny spring morning and the social season had sprung in London. You loved the social season for the money it brought the tea shop, but you absolutely loathed the social season for the debutantes and their snooty behavior. They were all perfect. Beautiful gowns. Rosy pinched cheeks. The stink of wealth swarmed them like bees attracted to honey.

You had none of those things. You came from a working family. You came from two different countries. Your father had travelled to (a country of your choosing) where he met your mother and they fell in love and married within a week of him being there. Your father had convinced your mother to leave everything behind to be with him in London, but her one condition was to open a tea shop and bakery. 

He clung to his part of the condition. Soon after opening the shop, your older brother Jack was born. Five years later, you were born. For a short while, it was the four of you. Kids running through the tea shop, experimenting with teas, you found the love of baking with your mother, and your parents were still so madly in love it was almost embarrassing. Sadly, your mother became ill and passed away two years ago. 

The death was stricken. And hard on you. But it was your father that you and Jack worried after, for it was almost as if he became a different person. As if he lost a part of himself when your mother died. He tried to drink his sorrows away at the pubs, and fancied spending too much money on gambles and bets. 

That morning, he was nowhere near the tea shop, probably somewhere betting on poker chips, when you had to break apart two debutantes from nearly mauling each other.

Adelia Byron was with her friend, Cressida Cowper, at a small table near the colossal windows. She didn’t say thank you or even acknowledged your existence when you set down her steaming chamomile tea and slice of cornish hevva cake. You rolled your eyes at the way she gloated over the attention she received at the Warwick ball. Adelia was still on a thrill from two nights before, where the touch of the Viscount’s hand on her back as they danced was still on her. She dreamt of his gorgeous eyes. And when she saw the bouquets of roses addressed to her that morning, she was in total bliss.

Her friend, Cressida, was jealous. Adelia knew it. And if there was something Adelia Byron was known for, it was that she enjoyed bragging. Her father was a Baron, which made her quite eligible for marriage to a Viscount. She had elegant features: Dark red hair, stormy eyes, high cheek-bones. She had already received three proposals but Adelia knew what she wanted. Who she wanted.

Simply put, nobody else would do. She was going to marry the Viscount. And God help her and anyone who got in her way. 

On the other side of The Fancy Teapot, situated at a round table underneath an elegant painting by your brother Jack, was Elizabeth DuPont and her overbearing mother, Colette. Elizabeth, often called Bette, was the daughter of The Marquess of DuPont. So her marriage to a man of great wealth and a powerful title was extremely vital. To her mother, at least.

Bette was fond of the Viscount. He swept her away with his words, he was impressed with the way she could speak French and German, and the kiss he laid upon her gloved hand sent a thrill through her body. She couldn’t bear to tell her mother that when she went out to the balcony for a quick breath of fresh air during the Warwick Ball, she was accompanied by Lord Anthony Bridgerton.

Her mother would have been furious. She wanted Bette to charm the Prince - not the Viscount. She wanted her daughter to marry a title higher, not a title lower. 

You had just set down two tea cups of herbal tea at their table when one of the young newsie boys stopped by the Fancy Teapot to drop off the new Society Paper. 

“Hey, Sam,” you greeted the ten year old boy. He often was the one who sauntered in here to deliver the paper and he did it eagerly, knowing fully well that you were going to give him some free wrapped biscuits, like always.

“Y/N!” He greeted with a boyish grin. “What’s on the menu today? I hope it's something drowned in sugar!” He said excitedly.

You laughed and grabbed the box of warm treacle tarts from under the front counter. “It’s not drowned in sugar, but I think you’ll still enjoy them,” you told him.

He grinned widely. “You’re a real magician, Miss Y/L/N!”

You smiled warmly as the little boy went off and you were so busy handing over his desserts that you didn’t even notice, Dorothea, your sister-in-law, completely captivated by the latest Lady Whistledown’s writings.

“Bloody Hell,” she muttered, leaning her back against the counter and reading the paper. A mama and her daughter were standing by the counter, awaiting some assistance and looking very peevish. You sighed at how unobservant Dorothea was.

You took care of the customers and then turned to Dorothea, who looked as if she had acquired the most scandalous news.

“Y/N! Have you read this yet? It’s so scandalous!”

“No,” you replied, though you were a bit curious. “Who is it about?”

“The Viscount.”

“Hard pass,” you replied.

Dorothea rolled her eyes. “You are impossible. It’s not just about him but about the women he’s apparently leading on. And,” she took a moment to look around the tea shop and then in a hushed tone continued, “two of them are in here. Right now. Unaware of all of it!”

Well, surely just a peak at the new Society Paper wouldn’t do any harm. You grabbed the paper and took a look:

At the Warwick ball Thursday evening, Viscount Bridgerton was seen dancing with not one eligible young lady, but two. Now, I assume you dear readers know quite the reputation of our charming Viscount, as this behavior isn’t quite unusual. If you are familiar with the season’s doings, dancing with eligible suitors is normal.

Except Lord Anthony Bridgerton was seen with Miss Bette DuPont awfully close on the brink of the balcony and also seen later that evening with a certain opera singer, Siena Rosso, nuzzling her neck in a dark corner of the opera house.

How will the ladies take this embarrassment? Well, this author predicts that Miss Bette DuPont will turn a rather shade red and Miss Adelia Byron’s eyes will flash with a colour quite similar. Miss Siena Rosso will probably be locked up in a bedroom with the Viscount to even notice.

LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS,16 APRIL 1814

Oh, brother, you thought. This better not cause anything stupid in here -

“HOW DARE YOU!!!!”

You and Dorothea looked up in bewilderment at the sudden outburst. And there it was. Lady Adelia Byron, looking absolutely furious, clutching the society paper, and standing over Lady Bette DuPont who was sitting at her table, looking between a mix of surprise and confusion.

“I beg your pardon?” Bette said to her appalled. 

“You!” Adelia yelled. “You are involved with my suitor! How dare you?! You - you - harlot!”

Bette’s jaw dropped but it was her mother who spoke. “My, I never! That is quite unladylike behavior, young lady. My Elizabeth is not some harlot, clearly you cannot read because you have been thoroughly mistaken.”

Adelia rolled her stormy eyes and handed over the paper. Bette hastily read it before gasping, throwing a pretty gloved hand over her mouth.

“This cannot be true. My Lord would never do such things.” Bette told her.

“My Lord?” Adelia mocked. “He’s not your anything. I am going to marry him. So this little rendezvous is finished.”

Bette raised a brow. “I don’t think so,” she simply replied and took a sip of her tea.

Adelia looked as if she was going to chuck that steaming tea pot at the young lady’s head, so you had no choice - you had to get involved.

“Ladies, please, there is no need to act in such a manner,” you told them. They both looked in your direction, looking at you as if you were just a nobody. As if they were thinking, who the hell are you and who makes you think you have any say in this?

You cleared your throat. “He’s just a man,” you tried to explain.

Adelia snorted. “Idiot,” she said under her breath.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “You know, instead of getting mad at each other for something neither of you two were unaware of, you should be mad at him. Instead you are fighting over the tosser. Now that is an idiot.”

Both girls’ jaws dropped at what you said. But both didn’t say anything in retaliation. Instead, Adelia lifted her head high and walked away with what dignity she possessed and Bette went back to her tea, ignoring her mother’s angry stares.

Dorothea was nearly bursting in astonishment and the tea shop, which went quiet during the whole argument, went back to the bustling noise it always had.

All went back to normal. Until later that evening. 

While you were cleaning up and closing down The Fancy Teapot for the day, you found a folded napkin at the same table that Adelia Byron sat with Cressida Cowper. Inside was a perfectly scrawled note addressed to you.

Not many people can inspire me, but you, Miss Bakery girl, did. Visit my estate as soon as you can manage. We have a lot to discuss.

X Miss Adelia Byron

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Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

[serenafainx]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧      NEXT GEN FACTSHEET         ( created: sept 2022 )

featuring : DOROTHEA JONES ( aged 25 ), adopted daughter of serena jones (née fain) & freddy jones.

Dorothea was born in Hallow Falls, unfortunately into the family of the Clown With a Tearaway Face. Raised to perform in her family's circus, she always felt like a black sheep — though just as talented as everyone else, she was unhappy in her life and felt more like 'clown no.5' than a daughter. She loved to read, and she loved to watch other types of performing arts ; she wanted to perform in a way that made people smile or cry, not to terrify or trick them. She began running away from home. When Serena Jones visited Hallow Falls to take care of her deceased father's estate, she found Dorothea squatting in her old family home. After a bit of time and patience, and a growing love for the young girl who loved to dance, Serena offered to adopt her and the Clown family couldn't care less. And so, Dorothea became Dorothea Jones. Today, she still continues a passion for performing and while she stays away from trickery, she still has a streak of mischief and excessive nonchalance. So beware.

inspiration : matilda ( matilda ) , harley quinn ( harley quinn tv series ) , kate sharma ( bridgerton ), sally albright ( when harry met sally ), fiona ( shrek / shrek the musical ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany’s 1961 ), ty lee ( avatar : the last airbender )

GENERAL

full name. dorothea jones. nicknames. thea  date of birth. 1 january age. 25 years old. gender. female. pronouns. she/her abilities. advanced acrobatics, martial arts, exceptional athletic agility & strength sexuality. queer.  place of birth. hallow falls.      current residence.  elias.        occupation.  chorus member / dancer.        

APPEARANCE

height.   5' 8½" (1.74 m)   build. lean, athletic. hair colour/style. dark hair, reaches just below shoulders. always tied in a bun or pulled back somehow off her face.      eye colour. dark-brown piercings. ear piercings.          tattoos. none.        notable markings. scars on her back and ribs from childhood accidents.        glasses/contacts? n/a       faceclaim. simone ashley <3  

PERSONALITY

tropes. the ace, berserk button, crazy-prepared (usually), she-fu, hidden depths, damsel out of distress positive traits. sympathetic, intelligent, honest negative traits. reticent, short-tempered, cynical usual mood. sociable and talkative  likes. musicals, technology, food, the outdoors, trivia dislikes. bullies, people who take advantage of others, halloween, clowns, COMMITMENT bad habits. nail-biter, indecisive when it comes to her own life (used to be so decisive before she turned 20 though), distracting herself instead of dealing with the issues

RELATIONSHIPS

mother. serena jones. father. freddy jones. siblings. talia jones, fox jones significant others. ?? 

friends. ( more detailed gdoc available on discord! )

katrina “kaxative” skellington : close friends 

betty utonium : close friends 

alessi paguro-scorfano : friends / exes 

rosalie charmont : close friends 

ada teague : friends 

flynnigan fitzherbert : close friends 

binna "tokki" munk : good friends

seraphina mcqueen : good friends / exes 

cthulhu “carrie” skellington : friends 

abaddon : friends 

caesar reyes : friends

thea’s definitive list of exes/hook-ups starting from the first to most recent lmao.

alessi paguro-scorfano

seraphina mcqueen

???? this could be you !!

TESTS

zodiac sign. capricorn hogwarts house. slytherin.

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken.  english, spanish, tamil,  drive? yes. jump start a car? no. (but could learn quickly if needed)  change a flat tire?  no.  (but could learn quickly if needed)        ride a bicycle? yes. swim? yes. play an instrument? violin, vaguely. (will not hesitate to play badly to make life miserable)     play chess?  yes. braid hair? yes.         tie a tie? yes. pick a lock?  no. (will smash in instead)        sew? YES OF COURSE

[ WANTED CONNECTIONS ]

> friends. she has no inhibitions, likes to have fun, flex her skills, and tries to be like an agony aunt for everyone. beware though because she can get tired real quickly and want to disassociate or just laze about. company is sometimes welcome during the lazy times.

agony aunt: she would love to be the person people go to advice to. she thinks she gives good advice ...... probs not always tho lmao

performer friends: her focus is dance (ballet), but she has dabbled in theatre and musicals of course

party/clubbing friends: !! she loves to party !!

bad sunshine influence: she does not take most things seriously, so she would be a great friend for serious kids 

personal bodyguard: she is ready to square up, she will be there with a knife 

trivia night friends: beware she gets competitive, if you’re on her trivia team she will ALWAYS win.

> exes/lovers: very down for hook-ups, also for friends with benefits. everything is quite short-term, because either she realises they’re better as friends or she gets bored unfortunately lmao. 

jilted lovers: pls she’s probably scorned ppl before, she’s kinda .... not very careful with people’s hearts ://

> enemies/frenemies/rivals: she talks back and can be brutal. so. yes. and she is also very protective of her family, she will NOT let anyone mess with the joneses.

dance rivalries: both want to be the lead performer? better be ready to fight to the death (bonus round if it’s enemies to lovers hehe).