#it’s Colin Bachelor party!

[winnie-the-monster]

“I realize that it’s a tradition to drink. But if the stag gets to drunk the night before it’s wedding, it runs the risk of being shot.”

“Then kept up with me. So there might be other slower targets.”

“I don’t think either of us, can keep up with you tonight.”

“I thought you weren’t much of a drinker, Lord Kilmartin.”

“Oh, I am not. But in my defense your mother does not like me.”

“Our mother doesn’t not not like you.”

“I’ll handle this. Lord Kilmartin, our mother adores you. But our mother also has an obsession with great love stories.”

“What should he do? Give the man some practical advice.”

“Frankly, you might consider doing something foolish. Something bold. Declare yourself. Throw rocks? Throw rocks at Francesca’s window tonight.”

“No.”

“Your problem is, you’re trying much to hard to be respectful.”

“Bold? Well if I am to be bold, I’ll shall need some time to think about it.”

“Ugh!”

[thejamespatrickmarch]

Who wants a threesome with @detectivezabel and I?

[paracosmic-murdock]

Could you do Benedict Bridgerton with wife reader?

Ben had always been the second son who had all the fun until the day he fell in love. From that moment, only her on his mind. Never once does his gaze befall someone else. He thinks all is well with her and their children. Until one day, she faints and reveals that she had fallen ill. (it wasn't terminal illness but her health was declining or she could survive from it. You choose) He didn't know what to think or do in this situation. Angst but ending with fluff. You decide how it goes. Add anything you want to. Thanks!! :))

hiii, thanks for your request <3 it's the first time i've gotten one and i'm excited and hoping not to disappoint!!! anyways, here it goes:

if there is no you

pairing: benedict bridgerton x wife!reader

summary: after many years of loving and having each other, you and benedict had a beautiful family and a perfect little life together until you fell ill one day and it all threatened to end. while you lied on your bed all day and night, fearing that you might leave your husband and children alone, benedict died a little each second that approached him further to losing you.

tags/warnings: mentions of chronic illness, not character death, grief, fear, angst, happy ending, song: soon you'll get better (taylor swift)

word count: 2.2K

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Benedict had believed his life as a bachelor would never end. He thought he would enjoy his singleness forever, that he could just sleep around, drink to unconsciousness, and party to death; but no.

The day he met you at Lady Danbury's home for a dinner party, he got immediately obsessed with you… utterly enamored.

You had a passionate and scandalous love story, one of those you can only see in romance novels. You even paved the way for the rest of Benedict's siblings to bring home scandals in the future: Daphne, Anthony, Eloise, Colin… all of them followed the footsteps of the second Bridgerton son, who settled down first than his siblings against all odds.

Your grandfather knew Lady Danbury through her late husband, and they had become great friends. As you had failed to find a husband to your liking, he and your parents sent you to Mayfair to live with Lady Danbury for the social season and help you find a husband. Which, ultimately, worked.

You were soon engaged to a fine gentleman. He was endearing and kind, and would surely make an amazing husband and father to many children with you. He could provide for you and give you a safe life. Lady Danbury had picked him just for you, and you were comfortable with that decision. That, until you met Benedict.

He had successfully managed to skip most social events, and when he didn't, you never actually saw each other. However, Lady Danbury decided to invite the Bridgertons to your engagement dinner, where you two formally met and changed the course of your lives completely.

Defying social étiquettes, Benedict decided to court you while you were engaged. You masked the yearning to see him with that socially imposed civility of a lady who has to receive whatever gentleman that approaches her.

He wrote you letters and snuck around to see you at night until before your wedding, during which he firmly spoke when it was time to speak or forever hold one's peace.

Under both compassionate and outraged looks, the two of you left that church and began your own love story. After the birth of your second child, the Ton forgot about the scandal behind your marriage and you lived happily ever after until you didn't.

It was one enjoyable afternoon at Aubrey Hall. The entire family was there: Anthony, Kate, Daphne, Simon, Colin, Penelope, Francesca, John, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Bridgerton, Lady Danbury, Lord Anderson, and, of course, the latest generation of Bridgerton children.

You and Benedict had made enough Bridgertons yourselves: Benedict II, the eldest, was seven years old, Benjamin, six, Blair, four, Blanche, two, and Béa, five months old.

Lady Bridgerton was ecstatic with the birth of your youngest. She had her granddaughter in her arms while her children and their spouses played pall mall in the broad backyard.

“Are you feeling well?” Eloise asked, noticing how you seemed fatigued.

You nodded, not wanting to miss a moment of the game. “Certainly, El.”

It was getting far too difficult to catch your breath, but you were sure you could control it, at least this once. You couldn't.

The next thing you saw was your husband beside you, holding your hand in his, near his mouth. You could feel the warmth of his words against the back of your hand, and almost hear the prayers falling from his lips.

He was never a man of God, but he considered changing that at the sight of you lying unconscious on that bed for several hours.

“Ben?”

Benedict let out all the breath in his lungs and rushed to hug you. “Thank God!”

You felt weak and dizzy, but didn't want to worry him anymore, so you reciprocated the embrace despite the headache it was causing.

“What happened?”

“We were playing with the family,” he answered. “And you fainted suddenly. We took you to the room and the doctor came to see you. He said that, taking your underlying symptoms into account, it might take hours for you to wake.”

“Oh…” you muttered, trying to ignore the reproach behind his words. “How long has it been?”

“Around five hours,” He sighed. “Do you want something, my love? Water, food?”

You pursed your lips. “Uh, water should be fine. Thank you.”

Your husband nodded and poured water in a glass. Once he sat beside you again, he gave you the water himself, making you smile.

“Where are the children?”

“They are having dinner with Mother.”

“How are they?”

“They are fine,” he assured you, but you knew he was lying. “Do not worry about the children, our family is taking good care of them. Mother is with Béa, so we mustn't worry about her too much.”

You pouted. “She must be hungry, Benedict. She certainly needs me! Bring her to me, please.”

“Are you sure? The doctor said you must rest.”

“Please, Ben.”

He couldn't say no. He could never say no to you.

Benedict was in front of you, sitting expectantly, awaiting your answer.

He wouldn't blame you for anything, for the last thing he should do right this moment is put you under stress. The doctor said that stress or worry would only make it worse, and Benedict wouldn't risk it. You, however, had to tell him the truth.

“They began two months before Béa's birth,” you finally spoke. “It was sporadic at the start, just pain in my chest every now and then, difficulty breathing sometimes, until it turned into something bigger. My heart starts pounding really, really fast, and sometimes I faint like I did yesterday. But now, I-”

Your husband's face was the most afflicted you have ever seen, and you felt guilty for hiding it from him for so long.

“I'm sorry,” A soft whimper left your mouth. “I know I should have told you months ago, but I could not bear the thought of upsetting you over something I was able to control.”

“Is that why you have chosen to carry the weight of your illness all by yourself? To not upset me?”

You nodded. “We are happy. We deserve to be without anything ruining it.”

“The children and I, we are happy. You cannot possibly be happy under the burden of that secret of yours.”

“I never intended for this to happen, I figured it would go away one day, it was never this complicated-”

“I know that, my dear,” Benedict sighed. “I am right here with you, alright? Always.”

You held back the tears. “How did you find out?”

“Dahlia got scared and told me the truth,” he answered, mentioning the involvement of your lady maid. “She said you have been in denial for months, and that this was not the first time this has happened. Your health has been decaying for a long time, but you wouldn't accept it.”

“Ben, I… I am scared.”

“I know,” He looked up at the ceiling and then at you. “Do not be. Everything will be alright.”

He kissed your hand and gave you a sweet smile.

“Thank you for being here.”

“I will always be here for you, Y/N. I love you more than anything,” Benedict replied, swallowing his own feelings. “What if you make some space for me there beside you? Can you do that for me?”

You let out a soft laugh, remembering for a quick second how much you missed your husband's jokes and that whimsical attachment you adored, oh, so much. He always made you feel like the new girl in London who caught his attention and made him do all sorts of follies. You were that girl the day you met, the day you gave birth to your third child, and right this moment. He loved you, and it was so maddening that his delusions passed as hope.

Benedict wanted you to get better, but the doctor said you probably wouldn't.

He thought you were full of life, even when your voice was hoarse and your skin a little too cold for an alive person. He thought you would be fine even when you said goodbye to him every night as if it was gonna be the last time.

What was he supposed to do? He had to hold onto hope. You had to live and see your children grow up. You had to see them marry and carry your grandchildren.

You were merely eight and twenty. You couldn't die and leave him.

Benedict hated it when he realized that he was making it all about him, but how else was he supposed to decipher how he felt about the possibility of losing you? He didn't see himself capable of dealing with your loss and keep going. He couldn't fathom the idea of raising the kids by himself. He didn't know how he would look at little Blanche, who looked exactly like you, and not break down.

“How are you today?”

You smiled weakly. “I am doing amazing, my dear.”

“Is that so?” he inquired with a happy smirk. You nodded. “It is great to hear that.”

“How are you?”

“I am quite content.” Benedict assured you, though the bags under his eyes and the loss of fullness of his cheeks gave away his dishonesty.

But you pretended like you believed him. “How are the children?”

“Quite well. Benedict and Benjamin have started their fencing lessons yesterday,” he said. “Blair has proven herself to be good at reading, quite like you, Blanche has been misbehaving lately but showing her artsy skills. As for Béa, she is growing more each day that passes. She gets along very well with Mother, as you know, so it is alright. They miss you. I have been trying to keep their little minds occupied, but they do.”

You didn't notice when you started crying.

“I wish to see my children grow up. I want to grow old with you, Ben… I'm scared.”

This time, he didn't have the strength to tell you not to be. This time, he cried with you.

“Me as well,” He kissed your forehead and attempted to get up. “Perhaps I should-”

“Please, stay.”

“I do not want you to see me like this.”

You pursed your lips. “Who else if not me?”

Benedict cried more and you felt guilty for being the reason of your husband's was misery.

“I wish to never lose you,” he whispered. “Because… What am I supposed to do if there is no you?”

“I will always be with you.”

“I know.”

You smiled at him, trying to comfort him; but you couldn't.

Nothing you did would ease the pain, nothing other than getting well.

“You cannot lose hope.”

“It is quite easy for you to say, El,” Benedict sighed, looking at the moon. “It is not the love of your life lying on her deathbed. It is not you who will be left alone with five children to tend to. It has been months, and I have no clue what to do. I only want her to be well.”

“I know I am not losing the love of my life, but she is my sister,” Eloise replied. “I hope not to burden you with my pain, too. I cannot bear the thought of losing such a loving soul. She has always inspired me to see the world as she does. And life. Even now, on the verge of leaving, she has managed to show goodness.”

He let out an afflicted sigh. “What did she say to you, Sister?”

She took his hand in hers. “She said that she would leave in peace if she had to. That she trusts us to take care of you and the children. And that she is happy with the life she has lived. She said that she has lived a life full of love, and that is what makes life worth living: the love we give and receive. You have done right by her. You have given her the life and family she always wanted.”

“I do not want to make this about me,” he said. “But I cannot help but to do so. If she leaves us, Eloise, I am leaving right behind her, I- I don't believe myself to have the strength it takes to survive in her absence.”

“You must be strong. For her and your children.”

“I don't want to be strong, I want this to be over.”

“I know, but… didn't the doctor say she was improving?”

“I do not want to have faith for nothing.”

They stayed silent on the swings of Bridgerton House until Benedict thought it was time to go back home. The sun rising announced it.

Once Benedict set foot on his home, he saw you having breakfast with your children. A wide smile spread on his face at the sight.

“Mr. Bridgerton, how dare you return home until after sunrise?” you questioned him amusedly, pointing to the empty seat on the end of the table. He was about to sit where you told him, but the children stood up from their places and ran to him before he could. You laughed. “But it is alright, for I got to surprise you.”

Benedict smiled and walked to you with your second youngest, Blanche, in his arms. “You are out of bed.”

“I am out of bed,” you confirmed with excitement, holding his face with your hand and driving him close enough for to you to peck his lips. “I love you.”

“Daddy!” Blair exclaimed. “Mama read us to sleep last night!”

“Did she?”

“Yes, Father! And Mama saw Benedict and I during our fencing lesson.” Benjamin, your second born, added.

“Mama is getting better, Father.” Benedict, the child, mentioned with a sweet grin, just like his father's.

“She is,” Benedict, the father, confirmed. “And everything will be alright.”

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[mysticpenguincreation]

The funniest and the sweetest thing to me is that Pen and Colin already do behave like they are married even before the wedding.

They go wherever the fuck they want, whenever they want, spend time together completely alone without a fear of being caught even in the most compromising positions. It was somewhat the same vibe before the carriage scene, but after it is like they were set completely free. Being alone in the house with mirror scene and taking Pen from the Featherington house prior to that without any hesitation or asking explanation or permission. When they were riding together back from the house and got the Queen’s pamphlets and how casually they just sit so close together, hands interlocked - they already look like they are married. The kiss after Pen’s girls night with Genevieve and Colin’s bachelor party- them being startled and having this look ‘Just canoodling my wife in front of the shop door. Nothing interesting or scandalous to look at here. Go away’.

They already look so domestic and married without it being stale or boring. They are still the same as they were before the engagement - just more free in their affection with each other in spite of any external circumstances and I’m going to tear up now and cry myself to sleep. Love them with all the warmth in my heart so much.

[whispersoftheton]

Hi, so I have request for Anthony (I know, how unexpected :D )

I was basically thinking about something similar to Penelope and Colin.. Maybe he and reader were friends for a long time, then she hear him speak badly about her and leave London without a word, only to return later (maybe next season?) Anthony doesn't understand what is going on, maybe he has been writing her but she didn't respond. She tells him, that she heard him and doesn't want to talk with him ever again (I just need that angst, ok?! :D ) And of course Anthony is man who would give up easily, so he starts sending her flowers, stealing her from other suitors.. You can basically write anything you want at this point with any ending. Thank you for reading my request and if you decide to write it, I am going to be looking forward to it :D Have a nice day!

Hello nonny! I'm sorry this took me so long, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: friends to lovers

Word Count: 903

The light glimmered through the glass windows and reflected off the gold-rimmed tea cup sitting upon the pristinely decorated wooden table. Anthony sat in his reading chair in the corner of the otherwise quiet room as he turned the page in the ragged book in his hand when he felt something fall from one of the pages at the far end of it. A flattened, parched rose petal landed on his lap, etchings sketched onto it worn over time—your initials. And there it was. Yet another piece of you slipping between his fingers. The brief memory of your tendency to leave small reminders in scattered books across his library when you were young for him to find as he advanced in his readings—something he carried so fondly in his heart, now a painful reminder of your absence. Suddenly hit with a pang of guilt as he recalled the events that led to your untimely leave. Flashes of the season's final ball, a glimpse of your dress, as you hurried past him while he attempted to catch up to you, not knowing that it would be the last time he saw you for some time. "Gentlemen, there are much better options out there I am sure of it. I would never court her." He flinched at his own words, cursing himself for being so cruel toward someone who had shown him nothing but kindness in the time you'd known each other. He'd had months to ponder on that night, dissecting it in his mind day in and day out. A stack of unsent letters in the corner of his desk haunted him. He'd managed to send a couple, but when no response came, he found it pointless to continue. Still, that did not stop him from writing; never-ending apologies and still-to-be-kept promises lined every letter, hoping you'd find in your heart to forgive him one day.

It wasn't long before a fresh season dawned, with eager eyes from the ton on who would be picked the new diamond. Young ladies everywhere prepared themselves to find their suitor while mamas set targets for the latest eligible bachelors. Violet's notice of this afternoon's garden party was received with a disgruntled huff from Anthony as she brushed him off and continued about her day. The entire Bridgerton family's attendance would be even more significant now with this season's most eligible bachelor looking for his Viscountess. However, Anthony was more prepared for empty conversations and blank stares from barely appealing faces that meant nothing to him than he was to pick a wife from the ton. Nonetheless, he would sign his name on a few dance cards and put on a show for his mama until he could slip out unnoticed. Or at least that was his intention.

You stepped off the carriage onto the gravel floor, the natural light from the night sky glimmering on your dress cascading around you. The queen's ball was one of the highlights of the social season and the perfect moment for you to make an entrance back into society. The last couple of months spent traveling with family was exactly what you needed to move past last season's 'incident.' Your nerves struck at the thought of seeing Anthony tonight. Typically, seeing him would be the only way to get through such events, but after what happened, you weren't sure you wanted to see him at all.

The days passed, and a handful of suitors visited your home. Each greeted with your elated mama as you entertained what felt like an eternity of dulling conversation. No matter how much you tried to engage with them, your thoughts were consumed by none other than Anthony Bridgerton, mainly because your time with these gentlemen was often interrupted by him barging through the door unannounced with an exquisite gathering of flowers in his hand and inserting himself in conversation until the other gentleman was forced to leave. It wasn't until the last suitor of the day was rudely interrupted by one of Anthony's antics that you decided you'd had enough. You politely apologized to him before shutting the door and turning toward Anthony, who sat smugly on the sofa.

"Must you interrupt every time there is a suitor in my home?"

"Oh, was I interrupting something? I had not noticed." His arrogant tone only irritated you further.

"Then why? You would not court me; you made that very clear the prior season. Why will you not allow me to pursue any of these fine gentlemen? Why is it that you insist on ruining my life?"

"Because I care for you!" The outburst caused your breath to hitch. "I have cared for you for as long as I can remember."

"Anthony..." You weren't sure what to say. The words you've been waiting an entire lifetime to hear from the man you'd been in love with for as long as you could remember had your chest feeling like it could explode any second.

"I know I have made a fool of myself and do not deserve your forgiveness, much less another chance. But I will spend every day proving myself to be the man you deserve. If you'll let me." You weren't sure when he'd gotten so close until you felt his thumb skim your cheek, wiping away a slipped-away tear. The delicate touch sent shivers down your spine as you leaned into it. "I love you."

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[bens-underoos]

Colin Bridgerton, the gift that keeps giving…

LMAOOOOO!!!!!! This fool Colin Bridgerton, out here, nodding and agreeing with Benedict telling John to do something foolish and bold then saying ‘No,’ to Benedict’s suggestion that John throw rocks at Francesca’s window…like wut? Forgive him, Mr Bridgerton, much better that he go and scandalously disrupt a pre-engagement dance IN FRONT OF HALF THE TON, or maybe no, he should run after his beloved’s carriage again with THE OTHER HALF OF THE TON who didn’t witness the first display now avidly watching ! Bonus points if he fingers said beloved within earshot of the poor coachmen who will definitely have will have to bleach their ears! And yet you find throwing rocks at a window too bold? FOOLISHNESS! I KNOW what you’re planning to do after your bachelor party- your ass will be deep in Featherington shrubbery while you aim pebbles at Pen’s window and attempt to climb a tree. You are forever unserious, Sir!

[little-forest-goblin]

First impressions Pt.2

Regency!Five Hargreeves x reader

Synopsis: In the regency era every woman wanted to marry a man that was wealthy and had good status. there was little time to get to know one another. But you Y/N L/N are the most reluctant to these whole marriage to random men you don’t fully know.

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God you were so nervous.

The doors of the manor were huge. You and your family stepped up to the doors and once opened you saw the party in its full glory. People dancing, some flirting, some drinking, some already drunk off their minds. It was a sight to behold. Trisha and Maggie gasped with wide smiles and looked to each other and quickly went inside. Mother and father where smiling and reminiscing about the days of there time when they were young and found each other. Colin had already hurried off having already found a beautiful girl he could dance with. This left you by yourself. You nervously entered and looked around the ball. God this was nerve wracking and honestly dizzying seeing people dance around and laugh and chatter away. You took a deep breath in then out and began to walk around. The hargreeves manor was quite beautiful and large but almost to much. Like they had so much money they didnt know where to put it or what to invest in. When you ended up around a table with glasses of wine you picked one up and sipped it. A good year. How suiting for such an event and a wealthy man. Your drink was cut short by your sister trisha hurrying to you “Come Y/N! Reginald and his son’s and daughters is coming!” trisha took your glass setting it down you laughed as she dragged you along excitedly “I was drinking that trisha!” of course it fell on deaf ears as they went to the front as the guests parted a pathway for Reginald. You stood next to trisha and maggie as reginald and his family started to make their way down the lane. There were 7 of them. 6 sons and 1 daughter all above 18 meaning suitable bachelors and bachelorette. Reginald stood at the front and his voice sounded “Thank you all for coming here today. I am honored to be graced with your presence’s. Now im not one for idle chit chat so i will introduce you to my children.” Reginald gestured to all of them but one caught your eye immensely. He held his arms behind his back his hair combed and cut precisely and an air of stoicism and sophistication. Five Hargreeves was his name. He looked honestly a bit miserable like he would rather be anywhere but here. You chuckled softly and whispered to Maggie and Trisha “Is it just me or does that one look awfully miserable?” Trisha looked to you and back to Five “him? five? I think he looks quite handsome.” you chuckled and looked to her “Yes but he seems to be quite a buzzkill, no?” trisha smacked you arm lightly with her closed hand fan. you chuckled and rubbed the spot and looked back to the front a second to late cause now the party was back normal dancing and drinking. Before you even got a minute break your mother took your arm along with maggie and trisha’s “Mother! what on earth are you doing?” trisha whisper yelled Your mother smiled “We are going to meet them!” you suddenly felt nauseous. Once you where in front of them Your father came up to reginald “Mr Hargreeves splendid party.” he shook his hand and reginald gave a tight lipped smiled “Yes i am just glad i could have everyone in unity.” your father chuckled “You know my wife and these are our three daughters Trisha, maggie and Y/N” you and your sisters took a polite curtsy. Reginald nodded “They sure are beautiful, George.” your father smiled almost proudly “Yes they are aren’t they.” As your father, mother and reginald talked you couldnt help but feeling a pair eyes on you. You look to see who is the culprit to see Five whose eyes looked you up and down and met yours not daring to look away. This sent a shudder down your back and goosebumps on your legs. His green eyes pierced you like no other. You kept your eye contact till it was interrupted by Trisha dragging you to the dance floor to come dance. You kept your eyes locked with his for a moment before looking away. Your stomach felt a knotted feeling in it. You tried to push it away and just followed Trisha “Trisha! slow down” Trisha giggled “No! come one come dance there plenty of handsome men tonight!” you chuckled and sighed shaking your head lightly and joined in on the dance.

You have been dancing for some time now. Your cheeks slightly red and your heart racing. The man you were dancing with was quite good at this you must admit. Eventually you stepped out to have a break as you caught your breath and stood to the side you noticed none other than five was next to you. Suddenly it felt like the air was right back in your lungs. You looked at him a bit surprised he noticed your look and turned to you “Problem Mrs L/N?” you went a little red in the cheeks not exactly expecting him to remember you “Oh um…yes everything is fine.” You looked away and back to the people dancing a bit of an awkward silence happened between you and him. He then broke it “Shouldnt you be dancing with a man? Perhaps finding a husband?” you looked to him with furrowed brows “why exactly is that your business what i do?” he looked to you “It was just a question” you and his eyes locked and that shudder went down your body again until you looked away and back the group. He stayed looking at you for a minute till he looked away again and back at the people. He gave a hmph and walked off. You furrowed your brows and shrugged thinking nothing of it.

Later in the night your sister trisha was conversing with you about the man she was dancing with which so happened to be viktor hargreeves she was swooning over him immensely. Just then nearby five was talking to none other then viktor. Viktor turned to five “The L/N family is quite something else, dont you think, five?” five didnt spare a glance at his brother “Yes something else indeed. You and that Trisha were pretty cozy with eachother no?” viktor chuckled “Yes i quite like her. Lively one she is. What about you and that Y/N? I saw you talking to her earlier” five shrugged “She is alright i suppose” Five said that but something else was in his eyes. was it intrigue? Viktor scoffed “Really thats it? God when are you ever gonna find someone.” five finally turned to him “Viktor i only just met her. Im not going to wed her just because she might intrigue me.” Viktor chuckled and shook his head “So you do not like than?” five thought for a moment. “In a logical standpoint, no” Now that hurt. You scoffed and shook your head. Now are you mad he didn’t instantly love you? No but He could’ve just said he would’ve wanted to get to know you better instead of a flat no! Trisha looked a little shocked herself. she looked to you seeing your embarrassed look she took your hands “Don’t worry about him! there is plenty fish in the sea and this sea has many i saw looking at you.” you looked to her and smiled softly “Your right your right but-“ Trisha shook her head “Ah ah ah i wont have it. You don’t want him anyway. He is a fool for not wanting you besides you said it yourself, a damned buzzkill. Miserable man.” you chuckled and then full on laughed as she pulled you back out to the dance floor determined to make you feel much better about yourself.

Sometime later a slower dance was coming on you ended up partnering with the man from earlier. you never caught his name and you know what might as well now “I don’t think i ever caught your name” he looked down at you and chuckled “Ah yes i suppose not. My name is Edward. Edward wentworth.” he brought your hand to his lips giving a light kiss to the knuckle bringing it back in place for the dance. You has to admit he was quite handsome himself. You giggled “Edward wentworth? What a fascinating name” You and edward seemed to talk the whole time. He seemed more interested in getting to know you than immediately proposing marriage. Your mind completely abandoned the memory of fives harsh words he exchanged with viktor as you talked and danced with edward. Unbeknownst to you five was watching across the way. his eyes burned with something he couldnt put his finger on quite yet. it took over his impulses and made him walk his way through the crowd to you and stop you and Edward.

“Excuse me? mind if i cut in?”

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Hey ya’ll i hope you guys enjoyed the writing. Sorry for any grammatical errors! i love you guys stay safe ❤️

[sofya-fanfics]

Christmas Ball

Fandom : Bridgerton

Relationship : Colin x Penelope

My 2024 12 Days of Christmas Challenge contribution for the prompt : Christmas party/ball.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : “May I ask Penelope to dance ?” Colin said.

At first surprised by his request, as if it was unexpected that someone would ask Penelope to dance, Portia smiled broadly and accepted. He thought she would push her daughter into his arms because she was not fast enough for her liking. He held out his hand to Penelope. She took it and he led her to the center of the room where other couples were dancing. They danced and Colin smiled warmly at her.

Disclaimer : Bridgerton belongs to Julia Quinn.

@12daysofchristmas

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Colin looked around, trying to avoid another woman who was trying to introduce him to her daughter. He had just returned from a trip and he had barely arrived home when his mother had taken him by force to this ball. And like all his brothers and sisters, it was impossible for him to disobey Violet Bridgerton.

He already knew what awaited him. As soon as he set foot in the room, all the mothers would throw themselves at him to introduce their daughters, hoping that she would become the next Lady Bridgerton. Besides, Lady Whistledown had announced his return, so everyone knew that he was at the ball.

The ball that Violet had forced him to go to was a Christmas ball organized by one of her friends and it would have been rude for Violet to refuse her invitation. And she had managed to convince Colin that it would be rude of him to refuse since everyone knew he was home.

He wanted to leave as quickly as possible without his mother noticing. He did not want to upset her, but he could not stand this ball any longer. He saw one of his mother's friends, Lady Willington, approaching with her daughters. Colin felt like a trapped animal. He scanned the room, hoping to find Eloise. Maybe if he danced with his sister, they would not dare bothering him. He groaned in annoyance, he did not saw Eloise. He looked around the room once again and he saw Penelope enter, accompanied by her mother and sisters. And judging by the look on her face, she wanted to run away from this ball just as much as he did. He looked at Lady Willington who was approaching and without thinking, he approached the Featheringtons women.

“Ladies,” he greeted them.

Portia Featherington looked at him like all the other mothers. She was glad that the most sought-after bachelor of the evening was accosting them. Prudence, Philippa and Felicity gave him a charming smile. Penelope looked at him with sympathy, knowing that he did not like this kind of ball, but that he did not want to shame his mother by not attending. She knew how he was feeling. If only he could spend the rest of the evening with her, the time would be more bearable.

He glanced at Lady Willington, who still was watching him as if he was a prey and she was ready to pounce on him. He shuddered at the thought. He looked at Penelope, who immediately understood what was happening. She nodded, as if to encourage him.

“May I ask Penelope to dance ?”

At first surprised by his request, as if it was unexpected that someone would ask Penelope to dance, Portia smiled broadly and accepted. He thought she would push her daughter into his arms because she was not fast enough for her liking. He held out his hand to Penelope. She took it and he led her to the center of the room where other couples were dancing. They danced and Colin smiled warmly at her.

“Thank you,” he said. “You just saved my life.”

Penelope laughed lightly.

“You’re welcome, Mister Bridgerton,” she teased him kindly.

She glanced at her mother who was smiling proudly.

“You just made my mother happy for the rest of the evening.”

Colin knew she was going to brag to her friends that Lord Bridgerton had asked her daughter to dance.

“I hate this kind of ball,” he said. “If it weren’t for my mother and all those obligations…”

“I understand how you feel.”

He looked at Penelope. He had never really thought about it, but the pressure on her shoulders must have been heavier than his own. She was of marriageable age and her mother certainly pushed her into the arms of all the eligible bachelors before she became an “old maid.”

“Unfortunately, we can’t change that,” she said.

Colin nodded and he smiled at her.

“Indeed. So let’s enjoy this dance.”

He had no shame in admitting that he was having fun with Penelope. It was rare for him at this kind of party, especially at a Christmas ball. He could see that she was having fun too. She grinned from ear to ear and her eyes shone. Had her eyes always been this beautiful and bright ? He felt like he was seeing her for the first time. To him, she had always been his sister's friend. But tonight, he saw her as the woman she had become. The music stopped and Colin came back to reality. They stopped dancing and led her off the dance floor. He kissed the back of her hand, not taking his eyes off her.

“Thank you for this dance.”

“You're welcome,” Penelope said, blushing.

Colin greeted her and met up with his mother who wanted to leave. He look at Penelope one last time. That strange feeling he had felt when she was in his arms was still there. Maybe it was the magic of Christmas, he thought. He gave his arm to his mother, who took it, and he led her outside.

“Did you have fun ?” She asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “Yes, I did.”

He smiled tenderly as he thought of Penelope. Violet saw his smile and she was happy for him.

The end

[ashironie]

spoilers for tmagp ep 12. im making this on tuesday then relistening and adding more thursday.

i’ll be doing 2 in front of every thought i had on my second listen

Alex doing the title card? maybe a norris case? mayhaps?

2 Is getting of in relation to the bonzo lap dance turned dismemberment?

oh god.. first ep without a transcript… what the actual fuck are they saying

2 Oh thank god i have the transcript… sam actually got some rizz

celia and sam in the off room? i assume that’s why it’s so FUCKING ECHOY

2 Panting? man this guy is out of shape

2 awwww i kinda heard this part my first listen through </3. Alice unrequitedly loves Sam and Sam unrequitedly love Celia who unrequitedly loves Lena who unrequitedly loves Gwen who unrequitedly loves Alice (i don’t ship half these but it is funny to joke about imo)

2 SAM IS SUCH A CHARMER I NO LONGER WANT HIM TO DIE FIRST (sorry colin, looks like your up, and so is your time)

awwww, celam fans are gonna eat good with this one

my headphones are also broke so i can’t hear jack

ALICE YAY!!!!

2 something about alice makes tmagp 10x more understandable

aw but you love him for it :7

SHE IS JEALOUS!!!

he is so not over the institute, sam and alice are alike like that, he’s not over tmi she’s not over him

awwww alice stop being such a pessimist! like please do say it, i want sam to get out of this bullshit alive as much as you but like… yk

2 OH MY GOD “im sure celia would just love that” SALT IN THE WOUND SAM SALT IN THE WOUND!!! SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU IDIOT DONT TALK ABOUT YOUR CRUSH IN FRONT OF HER!!!!

NORRIS!!! I WAS RIGHT!

norris sounds so robotic, i think i even heard him skip a bit. it’s either jonny is too much of a theater kid, or this is actually important to the lore. norris being less human, sounding less emotive, maybe a bit sad? hm? maybe a bit lonely?

2 the skip is on the words “Policy Number: 548651-656” and on “2024” or more specifically the numbers, which isn’t important in don’t think, but really does remind me of tts

fraud?? ooooooOooooOOOOooooo

ha “acting in good faith”

2 love the way Alex says dickheads, it’s so specific and so pointed

hey i know what a stag is!! i watch a british bitch give one to a 70yo! (its a bachelor(ette) party, im pretty sure)

a lunch box? OH MY GOD BONZO! IS IT BONZO OH MY GOD BONZO?

2 don’t you DARE insult my dear dear comic sans

YES BONZO!!! MR BONZOS ON HIS WAY HE WANTS TO STAY HE WANT TO PLAY!!!

wait why does lena want him murdered?

YES IT WONT TURN OFF!!!

wait cheer?

ew, i hate bonzo

ew…

HUG IT WHY ARE YOU HUGGING IT?

ohhhhh it looks not bad

JOEYS BOOTS????

OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO LENA WANTS DEAD?

OR THAT GUY WHOS STAG IT IS

2 “Just then the googly eyes turned to me,” im sorry but that will never not be funny. i am both disgusted by bonzo and think everything he does is hilarious.

oh god

ewwwwww

WHY ARE THEY LAUGHING? oh they didn’t know

wow dude i feel like that’s overkill bonbon

dut do

why is this SO visiral?

2 ugghhh i love the voice acting

His teeth are not soft

alex saying “bonzo…? bonzo bonzo?” is absolutely hilarious (although i don’t think it can top jonny’s “baaaaa”)

“none of us were left whole” WOW DUDE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKIN HAND?

AW SHIT

YEAH SUE EM! SUE EM TO HELL!

GWEN!

HAHA ALICE YES

AHHHH DYHARD MOMENT DYHARD MOMENT!!!

ALICE WAS SERIOUS!!!!

ALICE IS TRYING TO COMFORT GWEN AWWWWWWWW!!!

SERIOUS TALK!

THAT LITTLE GWEN LAUGH!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED WE WOULDNT SEE GWEN

awww gwen getting her hopes up that alice isn’t fucking with her, so cute

YES!

[bibuckleykinard]

Okay in honor of the potential 8x06 date, BuckTommy (or perhaps secret BuddieTommy date 👀 gotta get that GA prepared for a throuple with baby steps)? Would they do costumes on Halloween? If so, separate or couples? What would they be?

oh i would love if they did do couple costumes with bucktommy

i definitely think buck if given the opportunity would enjoy a halloween couples costume and maybe he’s a little clipboard buck with tommy and so tommy simultaneously has hearts eyes and is rolling his eyes as buck is like very excited to be openly dating a guy and doing a queer couples costume

I don't know how likely it is but like my dream costume for buck tommy would be some version of a pride and prejudice/regency era costume (mainly cause im a died hard believer that tommy likes love actually because it has colin firth and hugh grant and i feel like he would love a period piece), which could also work for buddietommy in a like ‘lifelong bachelor’ eddie and his two openly queer best friends (which could mean nothing…).

But it’s hard to tell definitively what they would do for bucktommy, because we don’t necessarily know if Tommy is like pro or anti-Halloween costumes because Chimney’s bachelor party was loaded with a context that everybody knew chimney did not want the party and so while I think its entirely possible he wouldn't want to dress up either way especially when on call, but Tommy might have also spoken to chimney because they are also friends and heard nobody else was dressing up but Eddie and Buck, or he could be like Maddie and be somebody who doesn’t really care to dress up for Halloween.

so I think there’s two options of like couples costumes for buck and Tommy or Tommy and Eddie if both buck and Tommy are into it buck could really commit and therefore like get some really cute couples costume like dressing up as queer icons like I would love a Freddie Mercury, but if Tommy kind of begrudgingly but very affectionately goes along with it because he understands that this is something that enjoys and then like maybe they even kind of like plays on that. Like maybe they could do like Clark Kent and Superman with Buck in the Superman costume and Tommy just Clark Kent which is just a guy in a suit lmao. Or if the show like really wants to like hammer the invisible string theory I think it would be like objectively hilarious if they did like a team Jacob team Edward thing and dress up as a werewolf and vampire respectively without referencing it would be really funny like that or like they do like village people with more generic costumes, which again would be incredible funny especially for me as a buddietommy lover if Eddie once again suggests the costume

[myfairstarlight]

Matter Of The Heart

AO3 Link.

Rated: G

Length: 11k, divided in 2 parts

Pairings: polin + peneloise (and very implied creloise)

Spoiler heavy for part 1 (duh), and speculations for part 2 (but beware of book spoilers)

Summary:

The truth of the matter is, Eloise misses Penelope in a way she never expected to. A throbbing pain, stabbing at her heart with every beat spent away from her. A nasty, vengeful, part of her thought, as she endeavoured in an unlikely friendship with Cressida Cowper and paraded in the superficiality of the ton, that Penelope would be just as miserable without her. The satisfaction did not last long, because Colin is now the one constantly chasing Penelope around and laughing with her at the corner of balls. Watching them ignites a new kind of pain within her, one that renders her breathless and dizzy. It turns out, being blind to one’s feelings is a family trait. Or. Season 3 through Eloise’s eyes

*additional notes on ao3. Only an excerpt under the cut!

The truth of the matter is, Eloise misses Penelope. Despite the anger, the betrayal and the hurt, there is care, worry and longing. Penelope has always been a constant in her life, a shoulder to rely on whenever her family would nag her about her reading, and she had thought they would get to spend the rest of their lives together as spinsters. Now, that promise seems like a distant memory, as she watches, from the corner of the room, Penelope trying to talk to a suitor.

She’s aware the other debutantes around her are deep in their conversation, she can even feel Cressida’s gaze upon her back, wondering why she is not even pretending to listen, yet her eyes remain on her former friend.

When she heard of Colin helping Penelope find a husband, Eloise was assaulted by a foreign feeling in her loins. One not so different from the one that took her heart when she saw Penelope in their house earlier that day.

“She’s not seeking a husband in you, I hope?” she had asked, unsure which party she felt that uncomfortable ball of nerve in her stomach for.

“No, I’m merely helping her find one,” Colin had replied, oh so casually, Eloise may be obtuse in other circumstances, but she could read her siblings like a book, and Colin had gulped ever so slightly at the end of his sentence, as if doubting his answer.

So she simply asks him not to bring Penelope to the house, to spare them both the struggle.

She has never paid much attention before, to the way Colin seems so acutely eager for Penelope’s attention. She sometimes caught Penelope’s lingering looks on Colin, and although she simply refused to look deeper into it, she never truly stopped to see if Colin ever returned the looks. To be fair, Colin has been either away at Eton, or out of the country when Eloise found the time to ponder over their friendship.

But now that Eloise no longer actively searches for Penelope, monopolising her attention with an arm intertwined with her, she is all too aware of Colin excitedly filling up the space she has left behind. With the way they behave, in the corner of balls, giggling to themselves, Eloise suddenly wonders why no rumours of courtship have ever travelled across the ton. 

She also wonders why Penelope has never used Lady Whistledown to her advantage, to nudge any suitor she would have set her eyes upon. She could. And yet she does not, in fact, she never misses an opportunity to talk herself or her own family down. If she is so desperate to secure a husband, why not use her greatest weapon? But truly, no matter how close Penelope and Colin behave, no whispers about the scandalous nature of their friendship ever rise, and so naturally, Whistledown does not report on it, Eloise supposes.

Not that it stopped her from exposing her secrets last season when no one else in the Ton was privy to them, she reminds herself bitterly.

“How desperate one must be to enlist the help of an eligible bachelor!” Eloise suddenly hears next to her. She stiffens.

“Surely, it must have been a seduction plan gone wrong,” someone else replies, barely trying to keep it a whisper, “How laughable! He must have taken pity on her.”

Eloise tightens her fists, almost about to argue by sheer instinct, when she catches a head of red curls running for the exit, so she whirls around instead and tries to run after her… friend? Former friend?

… Well, her Penelope.

Only for Colin to catch her first, and she flinches at the way he shouts her name.

She has never seen him like this before, the ire in his eyes as he glares at her, and the fire on his tongue as he scolds her as if she were a child. Eloise has never been one to be at a loss for words, and yet faced with such an unfamiliar sight, she crumbles. She could argue:

You don't know Penelope. The real Penelope. You have no idea what she's capable of. You would not defend her so vehemently if you knew. Especially when it comes to being honest. Even Cressida is more honest than she could ever be.

And yet she keeps it all in, because a part of her doubts it now, seeing the passion in her brother's face and then action as he runs after Penelope's carriage without a second thought (only to dejectedly walk back and call for another carriage to leave). If he knew the truth, she reckons, he would be the same.

Because she recognises that devotion. Anthony was much the same after Kathani Bridgerton, née Sharma, fell ill and almost died.

Read the rest on ao3! x

[petalsmooth]

Ep 8 should have been Colin and Penelope after their honeymoon in a deserved period of happiness before Cressida crashed it with her blackmail.

The episode should have been them deciding how to respond together, admission by Pen his fears were justified about her discovery but also showing Colin had overcome his jealousy and was proud of her and understood her need for purpose too. As well as side plot of his own manuscripts.

You could have kept the Portia plotting in there, of her being present when Cressida issued the blackmail because I liked her redemptive arc this season. As well as reconciliation with Penelope

You could have actually shown the conversation with Violet.

AND I repeat...THE BOOK SCENE SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN SOME FORM. I will NEVER be ok with her groveling to those people and acting as if the column was worth apology. Horrible story decision by the show to have her apologize to the ton that largely bullied and ignored her. Penelope only owed a few people apology, she did not owe everyone an apology.

Ep 7 concludes with a HAPPY wedding, which theirs wasn't. It should have been. You've had these 2 characters for 3 seasons, the audience deserved that moment and there was no reason needed that angst. Or if you had to have angst, it could have been what we saw with Cressida. Searching for Lady W.D. as the tag line. It did not need to be internal with Polin. Could have had Cressida and the Queen searching if wished it for the drama. without touching the wedding

Mirror scene should have been THIS ep where they REALLY saw each other completely and it could have been before the wedding with the "Stay" line from the book after resolve their dispute. To me this ep should have should have revolved around the wedding preparations and Bridgerton/Featherington women for Pen/bachelor party for Colin alongside with the continued tension from Colin's personal jealousy over her writing that she doesn't understand and finally admits to her as well as fears for her safety with the Queen's hunt.

Ep 6- This is where pick up from ep 5 and should have started with the confrontation had ep 7 at beginning only instead of Colin walking away they have that 2nd fight that gives him insight into why she wrote what she did. They don't resolve it here, but he does take her home in carriage. Still keep the church scene with the bans proceeding and the tension between them would be heaviest in THIS episode Pen still admits to him always loved him HERE, AFTER he knows about W.D. And you see her fight FOR him and make him understand does love and respect him because he's clearly having doubts. That she kept it secret because feared she'd lose the love of her life. Back half you'd have it reversed with Pen's speech about needing a purpose and all the luxuries Men have that women do not with Colin and Pen arriving full circle from that wedding conversation in season 2. That they are very alike in this sense. Still has simmering jealousy under surface he doesn't address yet but the animosity over L.W. disappears. I don't think it should be completely resolved this ep because allows for some tension in ep 7 but not so much the audience is put off by it.

ep 5 can stay mostly as is only instead of Cressida's announcement or Eloise being a black cloud would have had the Eloise/Cressida breakup happen this ep and Penelope and Eloise have a conversation at the engagement dinner working to fragile reconciliation and deciding Pen should respond suspecting what Cressida would do. Queen could have issued her bounty, Cressida could still have resolved to claim she was LW and issue her own pamphlet. Colin could have still seen them huddled together but thought Eloise maybe resolved to fix things after their conversation. Only instead of Pen fainting we have Pen sneaking out of her house at end with Colin spying her and following her and catching her at printer's. Also, personal preference? I would have it stated in conversation with Eloise once she delivered to printer's was going to talk with Colin the next day and finally tell him she was w.d. If the show wants to play up him catching her for drama I am fine with that, but I see no reason they had to write Pen as resolved not to tell him.

This is my idea of a fix it. Now I don't claim to be perfect and people can have some disagreements with it or suggestions to improve but there is still tension, still combines book/show elements but doesn't leave the audience feeling miserable at end imo and has plenty of Colin/Pen, Polin scenes including room to explore both their internal issues.

I also want Colin's book confession of her being his home in there somewhere.

[saywhatjessie]

It's cold outside (my boots are full of snow)

Advent Calendar Day 11! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Build a Snowman | Innocent Love | Next Step Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: Tred 1.4k[Ao3]

It felt a little silly being out in the snow –  wellies on, winter coat on, mittens, hat, and all  – and just… playing. Without even a child as an excuse.

That is, if you didn’t count Ted Lasso as a child. 

“Trent,” Ted said, slightly out of breath. “Trent, help me push the big one!”

Because Ted Lasso had dragged Trent out of his house so Trent could help him build a snowman.

Trent rolled his eyes but freed his hands from his sleeves, ready to help Ted roll the base of their creation.

He had signed up for this. When Ted had come back to Richmond and Trent hadn’t been able to stop himself from confessing his feelings, he’d been asking for this. When Ted had not only miraculously accepted Trent’s feelings but returned them, he’d thanked God for this. When Trent had kissed him stupid and and Ted had answered every question Trent asked him with an excited and uncomplicated ‘yes’, Trent had thought that this might be all he’d ever wanted.

And it was. Even with Trent’s feet like blocks of ice and snow backed into the gaps of his coat, he didn’t regret for a second signing up for this.

“It’s a little lumpy,” Ted said, frowning under his moustache. “But I don’t want to try and smooth it out because that would make it smaller.”

“Lumpy is fine,” Trent said, clapping some of the snow off his mittens. “People’s bodies are lumpy sometimes, that’s normal.”

Ted looked over at him, grin bright. “Too right, All Might.” he caught Trent by the waist and pulled him in to kiss him on the nose. “It’s perfect.”

Trent smiled warmly at him before Ted scampered away. “Now we need to roll a torso!”

Trent rolled his eyes but started gathering the snow at his feet for a decently sized head.

The children were away: spending time with Roy, Jamie, and Phoebe. Phoebe had wanted to go ice skating and had been horrified to learn that Henry and Clara had never been. So Phoebe had volunteered Roy to take them all and Jamie had been brought along to make Roy less miserable and Ted and Trent were left at home in the snow and Ted had thought it would be so fun to build a snowman for their kids to see when they got home.

Or, er, got back. To Ted’s. Trent didn’t live there.

Ted needed Trent’s help again to lift the torso onto the base so it wouldn’t fall apart. Trent happily obliged.

“I already have a head,” Trent told him. “So I’ll put this on top while you collect the accouterments.”

“Acc-scuse me?”

Trent laughed, shaking his head. “The accessories. And face materials.” He crouched to pick up his perfect snow head, waving Ted off. “Go. Shoo.”

Ted pouted but went and shoo’d and by the time Trent had perfectly balanced his snow ball on the first two, Ted was back with a lot of stuff.

“Alright,” Ted said brightly, his arms absolutely overflowing with things. Trent rushed to take some stuff off him. “Didn’t have any carrots for a nose but I found a kazoo from Colin’s bachelor party that’ll work. We’ve got rocks from Miss Shipley’s garden for the eyes and mouth – don’t tell her – and then of course a Richmond hat and scarf!”

“Of course,” Trent agreed, smiling back. “Why don’t you let me do the face and you can stand there and hold my materials like a good work stool?”

Ted nodded seriously, holding his hands out to cup the rocks and kazoo and waited for Trent to construct a face.

Trent leaned in and kissed Ted in reward before he focused in on making their snowman beautiful.

He put the hat and scarf on when he was done and Ted insisted on taking a million pictures of them – both selfies with Ted in them and just pictures of Trent and their snowman.

“He’s beautiful!” Ted crowed. “Give him a big hug!”

Trent did, going so far as to kiss the snowman on his frozen cheek.

“Well, hey now, you might go making a fella jealous doing that,” Ted teased, taking the picture. 

Trent immediately ran over and put his frozen lips against Ted’s face.

“Gah! No! Cold!” Ted shrieked, giggling, and made a big show of pushing Trent away. He wasn’t trying very hard. “Now you’re gonna have me smooching a mug of hot cocoa just to get warm.”

“Ooh, well as long as you’re making it, make me some too,” Trent said, smiling sweetly. 

Ted rolled his eyes and cupped the back of Trent’s head so he could kiss him again, before pulling away and heading into the house.

Trent followed, not about to stay outside in the cold without Ted, and immediately started stripping his outer layers. He put his coat on the peg he usually used, mittens on the table next to his wallet, wellies next to Ted’s on the rack.

Trent tried not to stare too long at their boots nestled together. It felt a little too much like Trent had a place here, in Ted’s home. And if he thought about that too long he’d become sick with longing.

When he got in the kitchen, Ted already had milk on the stover, stirring it gently so it wound’t scald.

“I would be just as happy with pre-made mix with hot water from the kettle,” Trent said, fake casually.

Ted whirled on him, pointing with a grave seriousness. “I won’t have that kind of heresy in my house, Trent Crimm.”

Trent grinned, walking up to Ted and hugging him from behind. He kissed behind his ear in apology. “What would I do without your American elevation of hot beverages?”

“Still be drinking nasty tea, I’ll bet,” Ted grumbled, but he sank a little into Trent’s hold.

Trent felt Ted’s phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out for him, holding it up to Ted’s face for recognition before swiping open his messages. 

He hummed. “Kids on their way back. Jamie’s texted.”

He felt Ted stiffen in his hold and he stepped away, giving Ted space to say what was on his mind.

Ted turned, careful to keep stirring the milk, but looked at Trent. “Well I promised I was gonna do this before the kids got back so–” he cleared his throat. “So I guess I should do it then.”

“Okay,” Trent agreed, clasping his hands behind his back and trying not to show how suddenly nervous he was. “What are you doing?”

Ted sighed, moving to take a step toward Trent before remembering the milk. He instead held his hand out for Trent, beckoning him closer. 

Trent took it, stepping back into Ted’s space, hip leaning against the counter next to the stove.

Ted’s thumb rubbed over the back of Trent’s hand and up his wrist. Trent’s wrists were still cold from the snow that was packed in his sleeves and Ted watched as the pinked skin went pale with his ministrations.

Ted took a big breath – in for four, out for eight. Trent waited, his socked foot coming forward to nudge against Ted’s. A little comfort he could give back.

Ted swallowed and looked back up at Trent’s face. “Trent Crimm, will you move in with me?”

Trent blinked, his head jerking in surprise.

“It’s just–” Ted started again. “Henry and I. We love having you here. And I love having you here when Henry’s with Michelle. And we love having Clara here. And things are going pretty, well right? So I’m trying not to panic and think it’s too soon and–”

“It’s not too soon,” Trent interrupted, his free hand coming up to cup Ted’s face. “We’re men in our forties for Christ’s sake, how much longer should we be expected to wait?”

Ted laughed, his breath hitching a bit, and turned his face into Trent’s palm.

“I want that, too.” Trent told him. “All of it. With you.”

Ted smiled, kissing Trent’s palm before Trent pulled him in to kiss him for real.

They only had a good minute of making out before Ted pulled away, panicked. “The milk! The milk!”

Trent laughed, refusing to let go of Ted’s free hand and draping over his back to watch.

So when the others got back, Ted got to serve them hot cocoa and Trent got to tell his daughter they were moving in.

Roy called them names but he still drank the cocoa.

[laremsworld]

Imagine this:

Season 3 starts 5 years after S2. Kate and Anthony have welcomed two kids, Colin was once again travelling and is now coming back, Penelope and Eloise are technically considered spinsters now, but they both look so much more mature and beautiful (not they didn’t were stunning already.) Francesca is married and happy, the kids (Greg and Hyacinth) have grown up, but the one who changed the most is most surely Benedict Bridgerton. Being 33 now, he has his own house quite near to his brother’s and his mother‘s houses. The man, who was so much fun in Season 2, is gone. He stopped drawing, he stopped writing poems, he‘ barely seen on parties nowadays and he even skips his mother’s very own balls during the season.

This is not really communicated in the third season though (mostly because it‘s Polin‘s season and Benedict’s drama is meant to be a side story.)

But after Penelope marries Colin she can’t unsee how everyone seems to have „given up“ on Benedict. Violet, still hoping to find a good match for Eloise, is not even trying to search for someone for Benedict. Kate, who grew pretty close to all her brothers- and sisters-in-law, blocks Pen whenever she tries to talk about it.

One day, shortly after Colin and Penelope return from ther honeymoon, Pen suggests to set up a meeting between Benedict and a drams cousin of hers, but Colin shrugs it off. „We all have accepted that Benedict is not going to marry“, he explains.

„But why? He‘s still pretty young - actually most bachelors are in their thirties when they finally decide to find a wife, so it‘s not too late.“

„It‘s not that“, Colin tells her.

Penelope patiently waits for him to continue. She knows him well enough to not further push for details. He will eventually spill the beans anyway.

„Do you remember the masquerade my mum did a few years ago?“

„The one where I came as a mermaid?“, Pen asks.

Colin laughs „God, this costume really wasn’t made for you.“

Penelope can feel her cheeks getting red. „Let‘s focus on the part where this affected Benedict, please.“

„Alright“, Colin is still laughing. „Do you remember a certain mysterious woman?“

„The lady in silver.“

„The lady in silver“, Colin confirms.

„They danced in the private balcony. Talked a lot, even shared a kiss - don’t tell anyone I told you that though - but when it was time to reveal the faces, she refused to take off her mask and insisted on going. She told him her name - Sofia - and promised to wait for him in the park the next day. And that was it. She never came to the park and we never saw her again.“

„And Benedict has been searching for her for five years now?“, Penelope asks.

Colin nods. „She was wearing gloves with the signature of the Duke of Edinburgh, but when he arrived there, they told him that the Duchess had left the country in the morning, because her daughter was about to marry in Greece. You may know that the Duke himself was half Greek, so apparently he set up a marriage between his stepdaughter and a distant relative before hsi death.“

„Oh, poor Benedict!“

„It was hard“, Colin confirms, „Benedict followed them - I went with him. But when we arrived it was too late. She had already married. Benedict never recovered from that, Pen. It still hurts me to see him so broken. So unhappy…“

In that moment, Penelope‘s lady‘s maid, Maria, enters the room. She has been working for her for five years now (and has been a stable extra during the third season) and Penelope had insisted on taking her with her when she married. Maria places a plate with fresh baked cookies in front of the couple and proceeds to go. „Thank you Sofi-“ Penelope stops in the middle of the sentence.

„Her name is Maria“, Colin laughs, but stops when he sees his wife‘s face of utter shock.

Penelope seems to not even realize that Colin is with her, as she stands up and proceeds towards her lady‘s maid, who looks extremely uncomfortable now. „Sofia Maria Behrakis. What-have-you-done?“

[boston-babies]

Since Colin and Kyle have been friends since they were kids and both are getting married are they doing a combo bachelor party?

We are!-Kyle

[providing-leverage]

🐝 The Longest Night of Isaac's Life

🐝 Send me a fake fic title and I'll write a summary for it, for this ask game.

In the spirit of bachelor parties and you saying that there should be more unrequited love in this fandom:

"Isaac, I need a big favor. We need a big favor." Colin smiles at Michael, reaching over to take his soon to be husband's hand. "It's not exactly traditional, but neither are we, and I wouldn't ask if I didn't know that you'd be able to pull it off."

When Michael's maid of honor has too much going on to be able to plan his bachelor party, Isaac agrees to combine her ideas with his own plans for a joint stag night. The only problem? He's hopelessly in love with both of the grooms.

Isaac has steeled himself for the pain the wedding would cause him, but first he'll have to get through a night in London filled with parties, pranks, and the two of them reliving the story of how they fell in love.