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the-other-art-blog · 26 days ago

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Benedict has always avoided conflict in pallmall, in relationships, in life. Then comes Sophie and suddenly things are more complicated, suddenly he's not willing to make peace.

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A glass from the best bottle and the company of his friends and brothers sounded like an enjoyable night a while ago. But these last two years have been challenging for him. He tried to go back to his normal self, reunite with friends, attend parties, drink until he couldn’t remember how he got there, and go to bed with fun and free people. Sadly, no matter what, the void the Lady of Silver left on his life did not let him rest. It was a curious thing, given that he met her for a scare 2 hours before she vanished. Then the strangest thing happened and Sophie appeared in his life and put his life in a new turmoil.

Was this what Henry meant? Feeling as if he were oceans away from someone while being in the same room? Worse of all, he could see Sophie going through a similar internal conflict. He would catch her stealing glances at him, only because he was doing the same. Hell, they have kissed several times in his mother’s house and a month ago… Benedict has never felt more connected to a person. It was everything poets ever described and more. ‘No, it’s never like this’ he had told her and he didn’t lie. What he experienced with Sophie was unique, splendid, too powerful to describe.

It hurt though.

That's why he stayed away physically. He visited Grandma Alexandra before going to My Cottage. Idiot. He thought he could go back there and not think of Sophie? Could he go anywhere and not think of her?

H e needed a distraction.

So when Colin told him John and Will were free for a night at the club, he joined. A night with friends would surely distract him, right? Not really. The issue with being friends with happily married men is that they want to talk about their perfect wives and their perfect lives. Benedict was happy for them, truly. But he was also jealous. They could promenade with their wives, dance with them, touch them, kiss them, live with them. It wasn't fair. And while he loved these men, he couldn’t bring himself to be honest about his feelings for Sophie with them. Anthony had already questioned him about Sophie’s arrival at No. 5.

As he listened to Colin giving an update on his latest book, he reached for the bottle to fill his glass, again.

“Are you well, brother?”

Benedict, whose focus was the whiskey pouring into the glass, looked up and found three pairs of eyes looking at him.

“Never better,” Benedict tried to sound nonchalant, but he was being sarcastic and the others noticed it.

“How is Grandmother?”

“Perfect. She’ll outlive us all.” Benedict said, his mood improving momentarily. “She can’t wait for the end of the season to see all the babies again.”

“She and your mother must be having a treat,” Will said joyfully, not noticing John’s worried look. It was barely perceptible but it was there.

“They’re spoiled, for sure,” Colin answered with the brightest smile on his face. Fatherhood had done wonders for him and Anthony.

“You’ve been back for a week now, yet Mother hasn’t seen you at No. 5.”

Benedict signed and closed his eyes. He hoped they could change the subject. Of course, his mother wondered where was he. He would never insult her intelligence and expect her to remain ignorant of his troubles. Violet Bridgerton was a very perceptive woman and she always knew when something was wrong with her children even if she didn't know the reason. For now, strangely, she decided to leave him be and not pressure for more information.

The truth was that he ran out of excuses to avoid No. 5. What a joke! A month ago he was running out of excuses to visit No. 5. Hell, he even offered to help Hyacinth with her arithmetic. But he couldn’t go there, he just couldn’t. Sophie was there, always, all the time. In a way, he was glad. The girls welcomed Sophie better than he expected, they loved her and wanted to keep her close. He couldn’t blame them. For a while, it worked in his favor, but after their… time in his apartments, he couldn’t hide his feelings any longer. Sophie wouldn’t be able to hide them either. What they shared that afternoon had been too intense to ignore, which is why she begged him to stay away, and why he agreed. She claimed to need time to earn a recommendation letter before leaving and he couldn't deny her that.

“Last time I was there, I heard her say, “I thought he’d never leave”.

“Well, of course, because you’re annoying.”

“Can I go to Scotland with you this time?” Benedict turned to John who only smiled at the brothers’ interaction.

Suddenly he heard a group of men entering the club, laughing. He turned to see who were the men enjoying this night better than him.

“Lord,” Benedict cursed as he saw the group of friends. Colin, Will, and John looked at each other confused. He turned to avoid getting recognized.

Too late.

“Hey! Look who we got here. Bridgerton!”

Benedict didn’t turn, just groaned as Cavender approached him. Didn’t he say he was going to break his nose when he saw him again?

“Just who I wanted to see.”

“Apologies, I can’t return the sentiment.”

“I wanted to ask you about our little friend in common,” Cavender said with a malicious smirk.

“She not your friend.”

“I beg to differ.”

Benedict tried to keep his composure but Cavender was testing his limits.

“Come now, I thought you were going to stay in the country, to be honest, enjoying her all on your own.”

“Alright, this is enough. Why don’t you go somewhere else, Cavender,” Colin interceded, putting a hand on Benedict’s shoulder who looked as if he were about to tackle Cavender.

“Right! Will do. Where is she now, eh? Little Miss Sophie? At your mother’s house?” He turned to his friends. “Gentlemen, I think we should call on Lady Bridgerton. I hear their staff is excellent… Ahhh!”

In a second Benedict stood up and crashed Cavender’s face to the table with such force that John, Will, and Colin stood up too.

“You stay away from my family.” Benedict pushed Cavender’s face against the table to keep him still. “And don’t you dare speak about Sophie ever again! I will kill you! I know what you did to her. You didn’t even let her eat!” Somehow, he managed to keep his voice as low as possible. Still, everyone around was looking at them, some horrified, some enjoying the spectacle.

“That could have been easily solved.”

“Benedict,” Colin tried to take Benedict’s hands off Cavender but he was shocked. This was not his brother, he never made such displays of violence, he stopped them.

“Gentlemen, I suggest you leave,” Will approached putting his hand on Benedict’s shoulder.

“He’s the one attacking me!”

“Benedict, let him go.” Colin pleaded one more time.

Benedict breathed heavily, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down. Reluctantly, he freed Cavender’s head.

“All of this for a bit of muslin.” Cavender said straightening his coat, acting all dignified. He said those last words with such contempt that it enraged Benedict again.

“Enough!” Will stepped between the men before Benedict could launch over Cavender.

“Fucking idiot. Who do you think you are?!”

“I’m the person who’s going to save you from a broken face.”

“Let’s go!” Shouted one of Cavender’s friends with enough common sense to leave.

“Nothing more to see, gentlemen,” Will said so that everyone could return to their business.

“We should go too,” John suggested.

“Yes, it’s late, we should be home.”

“I’ll stay.” Benedict moved towards the chair. “I have no one to come home to.” He said looking pathetic.

“No, you’ll leave with us. What’s the matter with you today?” Colin asked, clearly worried at this new facet of his brother.

Benedict was too engrossed in his anger to see the concerned expressions of his friends and brothers. They looked at one another understanding what caused Benedict’s fury, but afraid to say it out loud.

Miraculously, or not so much, the details of the fight between the Honorables Mr. Benedict Bridgerton and Mr. Phillip Cavender did not reach the ton with the force Benedict feared. Pen did as much as possible to narrate the events in her column to make sure Cavender got the blame for the outburst of violence and avoid all mention of Sophie. Meanwhile, t he family was shocked. Benedict never engaged in fights, not even for sport. On the contrary, he usually played the role of the peacemaker. But his family knew, all of them.

“Hyacinth, Gregory!” Violet whispered anxiously as her two youngest argued.

“He gets worse every time he comes back from school!” Hyacinth complained.

“Because you get more annoying!”

“I’ll hit you!”

“Oh yeah?” Gregory said defiantly.

“Yes, I’ll smash your head to the table, just like Benedict.”

Benedict almost choked with his food, while Anthony threw an angry look at him.

“Hyacinth!” Violet tried to quiet her.

“What? I thought it was very well-deserved.”

“Hyacinth, you don’t know what you are talking about!” Colin tried to shut her up.

“Yes, I do. Benedict beat Phillip Cavender after insulting Sophie. I heard you three talking about it.”

“You were eavesdropping, again?”

“I thought it was a grand thing to defend Sophie from him.”

“No, it wasn’t. That’s not how things are done.” Benedict didn’t truly agree, but he needed to say this for her younger siblings, and because Anthony was looking at him as if he wanted to rip his head off.

“But he hurt her. Didn’t he?”

“I don’t think we should be talking about Sophie when she’s not even in the room to speak for herself.” Eloise intervened.

“Quite right,” Francesca agreed.

Two hours later, Benedict made his way towards the door when a quiet voice called his name. It was quiet but he recognized it immediately.

“Sophie,” Ben said walking towards her.

“I’m on my way to help the girls,” she said softly.

"Of course. How are you?"

"I'm... I'm alright. There are no consequences for... I mean, it's been a month, it's alright."

"Sophie -"

“I didn't want to talk about that. I just...”

“Yes?” Benedict said, failing to hide his eagerness.

“I know what you did… to Phillip Cavender…”

“How do you… Hyacinth.”

“Yes, she was very eager to tell me.”

“Yes, I can imagine.”

“It was a very stupid thing to do.”

“As my brothers have told me, repeatedly.”

“They’re right. He could have hurt you.”

“I think it was my hand smashing his face to the table.”

“I didn’t think of you as a fighter.”

“What?” Benedict suddenly looked confused and upset.

“Just that I never thought you’d like to pick up fights in clubs. It’s not like you to be violent.” Sophie explained and it seemed to have worked, mostly.

“No, I suppose I’m not… Cavender just…” He looked at Sophie, who flinched at the mention of that name. “He won’t hurt you. I promised you’d be safe.”

“I know.”

They stayed in silence for a few seconds, just staring at each other. Somehow, as their conversation proceeded they got closer and closer until they were almost touching.

“I still think it was stupid and I don’t want to encourage you, but thank you for defending me.”

“Always.”

“I only wish it would have been me who punched him.”

“Yes,” he laughed with her.

“I should go. Your sisters must be waiting.”

“Right.”

“Take care. I mean it, Benedict, don’t do it again. It's not worth it.” Before he could contradict her, she rushed to the servants' door and disappeared.

Later that night Benedict watched the ceiling of his room unable to sleep. He kept thinking of Sophie’s words, You’re not a fighter . Wasn’t he a fighter? It’s true that he always avoided a fight, even tried to stop others from doing it, but he would like to think of himself as someone courageous enough to fight for a worthy cause. It's not worth it, she also said but she was wrong.

Sophie was worth it.

She was worth every fight. But would his family agree? Tomorrow he was visiting his mother, testing the waters, and seeing how big the fight would be. He'd been avoiding it long enough.

Notes:

So, what do you think? I absolutely loved the friend group of Ben, Colin, John and Will. I need them to come back in s4 to support Ben because the man will need it. I had to bring Granville's speech back because of the show doesn't, it'd be the greatest misopportunity ever! It's a popular headcanon in the fandom that Benedict is close to his grandmother Alexandra. If you read First Comes the Scandal, she's a skilled embroiderer, so she might feel a connection to Benedict being an artist. My headcanon is that she would embroider his drawings and gift them to him. Anyway, I thought Benedict could go to My Cottage and make a stop at Alexandra's residence. ALso, I need her to be aware that something is off with Benedict for a later headcanon that may become a shot. It's quick but I wanted to add a hint to Fran and John's fertility problem. I had to include Hyacinth and her usual way of drawing attention to the romance in the show. Lastly, Julia Quinn left many plot holes, including Cavender. How did they shut him up? I think Benedict should punch him at least once in the show and threatened him. Bonus points if Sophie punches him when he tries to attack her. Not only will this scene be so satisfying but it would be part of Benedict's development. The idea that he always avoids conflict vs defending Sophie and realizing that he would fight physically and metaphorically for her is something I want to see in the show. Thanks for reading!

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benophie #sophie baek #sophie beckett #colin bridgerton #will mondrich #john stirling #hyacinth bridgerton #fan fic #benophie wish list

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mydarlingdearestdead · 4 months ago

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The Things We Do For Love - Chapter Seven

The mortal interpretation of an amphitheatre was a mere imitation of that in which the Olympians held council. Two plush thrones sat in the centre, separated from the lesser immortals by two ivory-gilded, waist-high fences, where Zeus and Hera took residence. Each of the remaining Olympians lingered and congregated as their own convenience. The disinterested retreated to the upper balconies, farthest away from the display, whereas the involved and engrossed strived to be close enough to feel the rush of air as the accused spoke. On this day, the trial of Hyacinth of Sparta, the lower rows were bustling and cramped.

With some prick of distaste, Apollo noted Hebe slipping into his favoured spot. It was of no matter, of course, as he would hardly take the role of audience in this play but, regardless, he reserved the right to his own emotion as a matter of principle.

Hades sat alongside Dionysus, whose goblet sloshed with each uncoordinated movement, having been called upon to speak on the matter of raising Hyacinth from Asphodel. Hebe, too, was released from her employment as Cupbearer to consult. Eternal youth, as you know, is her speciality. Ganymede, shrinking in the shadows by Zeus’ shoulder, had been all but commanded to replace her. He paled with each word from Zeus’ lips and the hands which carrier the cup of the gods shook ceaselessly. Hebe looked upon him, glancing over her shoulder, with something akin to pity.

“Today,” Zeus began- And Ganymede flinched-, “We’ll sit council on the case of Hyacinth of Sparta. Hades, Hebe and Hestia have been asked to join us as honorary members of the council. We will vote on the matter when Apollo rests his case in three days time. Questions and input are encouraged- You know the drill.” He addressed his son, “The council is in session.”

Apollo nodded, unsure of how to begin. He thought to thank his father may reveal the resentment bubbling beneath his skin and thus deemed the endeavour wholly too perilous. Eventually, he thought it best to just speak and see what came of it. “We, as gods, have often taken mortals as lovers.” He began unsteadily, as a doe finds balance upon foreign limbs he scrambled for purchase upon the slope of his words, “This is not unusual. For them, it is an honour and for us, an opportunity. An opportunity for a love that will not haunt us for eternity or a friendship without resentment. Take Athena for instance.” He addressed the grey-eyed goddess directly. The owl, residing on her shoulder, hooted as if indignant, “You adored Odysseus, did you not?”

Athena moved to reply, narrowing her eyes. Zeus, however, had not the required faith in his daughter.

"There was no case to make Odysseus immortal." He replied sharply, "This is a different matter."

"Odysseus also wasn't killed by the west wind in a blind rage." Apollo's voice, devoid of melody, rose like Poseidon's tide, "And if he had, you would not hesitate to appease her."

Athena rose her head. She did not protest, nor did her owl release any further ungodly noise. Zeus looked hopefully toward her gilded expression for a long moment. Something unspoken passed between the two, Apollo knew, though even he could not decipher the language in which they conversed. Silence, as someone had once told him, speaks more than the loudest crackle of thunder. Her spear head shone in the final strains of sunlight filtering through the columns, risen by her side. Zeus swiftly faced his son once more.

"What would your mother say?" He attempted, a white-knuckled grip on the arm of his throne. Ganymede, in the shadows still, stood flat-backed against the wall.

Apollo conjured an image of his mother- Lovely-haired Leto- and a soft smile grew upon his lips, "Why, father... If I didn't know better, I'd say you were deflecting." Zeus sneered and, cautious, Apollo retracted, "Good thing I do know better.

“My mother... Leto traversed the Earth in an effort to birth me and my sister-" He held a hand to Artemis, who instead rose and, beckoning him closer, brushed his cheek lightly. A gesture, perhaps, of lending strength. Without a word passed between them, she returned to her seat. Apollo, try as he might, powerless to decipher her action resigned himself to continue, "-And Delos became her sanctuary. Our sanctuary. My mother knew both love and agony..."

He turned from his father in a flash of clarity, seeking the goddess who sat silently by him. "Queen Hera,” He addressed her with an instinctively bowed head, “I will not say I do not hold resentment toward you for your treatment of Leto. But... But I have grown to adore you in every manner of the word despite. I think my mother would respect that... In the few moments before she turns me into a frog, that is."

An eternal moment passed between the council. Hera held Apollo's gaze, ox-eyes wide and inviting. Eventually, she parted her rose-petal lips in a reply, "I do not believe you to have answered my husband's question."

Apollo bowed to her- This, a true gesture of respect- And addressed his father once more, "As I said, my mother knew both love and agony in our birth. I do not speak of her love for you, Lord Zeus, because that is simply false, nor do I speak of the agony of childbirth as Lady Hera mustn't be blamed for that. Love for the children she carried-" Apollo spared Artemis another hopeful glance, "- and the agony resulting from the man who raped her. My mother, should she see me here today, would cheer in my favour."

An uneasy look passed between the remnants of Zeus' children at Apollo's words. They each looked to their father in turn, cautiously dissecting his neutral expression. Apollo remained, flawed confidence unperturbed.

Hebe was the first to shatter the fragile film of silence.

“The case to raise Hyacinth from the underworld, I can understand, but why immortality, Apollo? You said it yourself: Loving a mortal affords you the chance to love without an eternal obligation. Why mess with a perfect system?”

Her father bore down upon her disappointingly. Thunder crackled in the distance and Hebe, instinctually, shivered where she sat. Her wills, however, were stronger than her fear. She did not think for a moment to retract her question.

A small smile grace Apollo’s lips. He replied with dignity, “I soon realised that eternity without Hyacinth would be akin to eternal torture. Without him, immortality is cruel punishment.”

His melody returned and the words dripped from his lips as the sweet nectar of immortality might.

Athena, unimpressed by the proceedings, lay her spear across her lap and took to delicately cleaning the head. Ares looked upon her and began doing the same with the sword which hung at his waist, having taken her action as permission.

Zeus’ voice boomed amongst the council once more.

“We will reconvene on the second day of Thargelia… That if, if you haven’t anything else to say?”

Apollo plucked a minor chord with idly nimble fingers. Dismayed, he nodded in a vague dismissal. Zeus accepted this begrudgingly.

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fallinginreversefanblog · 6 months ago

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Absolute cuteness I wish I owned!!!! 😭🥹❤️❤️❤️

(Can't find the OG owner who I should credit)

#ronnie radke #falling in reverse #plush #hyacinth macaw #fan art

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stellawolfearts · 1 year ago

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this is what happens when i try to write ts all day and then get stuck all day instead

take it ya fiends/pos

#six eared macaque #tangled star #nezha #a woven song #liu er mihou #sun wukong #mk #qi xiaotian #monkie kid #princess iron fan #demon bull king #azure lion #feris #Kan jia #purple hyacinths #confusion #cause hes a tag now ig

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commander-frostfang · 8 months ago

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Still learning how to take screenshots goodly, have some of my favorite little man currently, Hyacinth! He's technically my second commander, with universe bloom, and is a sylvari mesmer ( specifically, virtuoso for lore reasons! ) it's canonical that he goes on to wield Caladbolg in his universe, although split into a dagger and sword ( in comparison to zohar, who doesn't keep caladbolg for a reason i've yet to work out :p )

i love this sassy pink bastard

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #guildwars2 #gw2 oc #gw2 screenshots #guildwars 2 #gw2 fan submission #gw2 sylvari #sylvari #game screenshots #oc: hyacinth of malvale #gw2 commander

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gimmiesophiebaek · 5 months ago

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VBPS (Gregory’s Party)

Rated: G Staring: All of the Bridgertons + partners (Daphne is now married) Party #2: Gregory’s A-Level Results (2016)

Gregory’s eyes fluttered open, heart thumping, a strange mix of excitement and dread twisting in his chest. Today’s the day. He whimpered softly to himself, “Today is A-Level results day.” His future seemed to hang in the balance of a few sheets of paper. The hours of studying, endless revisions, and late-night panic sessions had led him to this moment. His mind raced back to the countless nights with Hyacinth coaching him through literature, and Simon, ever-patient, drilling him in maths. He had worked so hard.

With a deep breath, he swung his legs out of bed, steeling himself for whatever the morning held. But before he could even reach for the door, it flew open, and Violet burst into the room, her face alight with excitement.

“Did you get the results?” Gregory asked, his voice shaky with anticipation.

“Actually, Hyacinth did.” Violet, ever dramatic, grinned. “She’s left them in the kitchen along with the laptop so you can check which universities you’ve gotten into!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, her energy infectious despite Gregory’s nerves.

Gregory stood, feeling unsteady. This was it. They rushed down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Violet began listing off who else had arrived.

“Eloise and Francesca are already here, setting up the food with Mrs. Wilson,” she explained, her words rushing out in a blur. “Daphne brought the children over because Simon had some errands, and Colin’s on his way.”

Gregory nodded, half-listening as his mind spun. This was becoming more of an event than he’d imagined. He felt a small smile twitch at the corner of his lips despite himself. Leave it to his family to turn A-Level results day into a full-blown gathering.

“And guess who got here early?” Violet added, eyebrows raised.

“Who?” Gregory stopped mid-step and turned to her, puzzled.

“Benedict!” she said, her eyes widening. “But he showed up with streaks of paint on his face. God knows what he’s been up to.”

Gregory chuckled. Benedict’s eccentricity was hardly surprising.

“And Anthony?” Gregory asked, almost dreading the answer.

Violet smirked. They both said it together:

“Ladies.”

They exchanged a look, knowing full well Anthony was likely preoccupied with yet another fleeting romantic interest that Violet couldn’t be bothered to keep track of.

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