#lord Debling x y/n

[peachpitfics]

Out of the Woods

Fandom: Bridgerton

Summary: As Lord and Lady Debling, you are headed back to your estate to spend time together in seclusion before your new husband has to leave for his next research endeavour.

Length: 3.3k

Pairing:  Lord Alfred Debling x fem!reader

Content Warnings: fingering, public sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, breeding/impregnation.

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Lord Debling’s estate was several days away by carriage, but that was no matter, you had each other to get to know along the way. There had only been your family present at the wedding, and a few of Alfreds close friends and colleagues. It was suspected by yourself and your family that perhaps you would not be meeting the Lords family at all.

The wedding night had been more than you had dreamed of, and while he had explicitly claimed he was not looking for love, you could see the beginnings of something forming between you. Your new husband was gentle and kind, with the softest touch – your mother had warned you on your wedding day that men took their pleasures with their wives that evening. But she was wrong, Lord Debling allayed all your fears, quelled your nerves, and held you tightly all night.

“Are you excited to see the manor?” Lord Debling reached over to you, sitting next to him, and clasped his hand around yours. His touch never seemed out of place or uncomfortable.

“Yes, of course I am Alfred” You replied, looking out the window to see if it was getting nearer. In the distance, a sprawling manor, snugly built into a valley, was surrounded by overgrown trees and vines. It looked peaceful. His thumb stroked the top of your hand in fondness, excited to see you so alit.

The manor had wide, deep blue double doors and tall windows, you were sure this home would be filled with a lot of light. The service staff of the house all stood outside to greet you, their own excitement bubbling over. Alfred appeared to be friendly with each member of staff, shaking hands and even offering his head housekeeper a warm hug upon arrival.

“Is this your lovely bride then, my Lord?” The middle-aged woman asked, beaming at you.

“So, it is. I’d like you all to get acquainted with Lady Y/n – My travels begin in a weeks’ time, and I will be leaving her ladyship in charge of the entire estate” Alfred placed a firm hand at the small of your back and pulled you into him.

Clambering up the front steps, Alfred began giving you the grand tour of your new home. The study, the library, the master bedroom and even the nursery – something in you was not expecting there to be a full nursey set up no meters from where you were sleeping. But it did excite you, the thought of children running around the manor to keep you busy while Alfred was away. It was your favourite room in the manor.

Leading you back to the sitting room at the front of the house, he held both your hands in his, “If you could eat anything for supper tonight, what might it be?” Alfred asked excitedly.

His question took you by surprise. You had taken on your husband’s lifestyle as soon as he asked for your hand.

“I would greatly appreciate fresh bread,” Your mouth began watering, “And eggs! Perhaps also some jam” You blushed, thinking about the insane request you just made.

Alfred laughed heartily, “Of course, I should hope we will not be having the jam and eggs together” He prayed, scooping you up into his arms and laying you on the settee by the window. It would not have mattered what size you were, Alfreds strength was clear and effortless. Even without a love match, you felt adored. Every interaction seemed romantic.

You spent the evening in the dining room, speaking about your lives back and forth, picking at bread and cheese the cook had sent out after you kept on at the table well after the meal was finished. It was nice, getting to know someone on this level.

There was a lull in the conversation, you could tell your husband wanted to ask you something.

“Y/n, the housekeepers have prepared a room for you across the hall from the master bedroom,” He swallowed, “However, you are welcome to sleep with me. The choice is yours, of course, and I will bare no ill will, whatever you choose”. Alfred was so very well spoken, even if he was trying not to choke on the words from nervousness.

You thought about it for a moment. You would have plenty of time to be alone with your thoughts. Sleeping separately would create an unintentional divide and even damage your chances of falling in love. The decision felt simple to you.

“I should like to sleep in the master bedroom” You flashed him a delicate smile.

“I would like that, very much” He replied, an uncontrollably grateful smile glistening in his eyes. You could see it when he looked at you, this glint of hope, right in the centre of his luminous blue iris. “Shall we go to bed then?” Alfred stood, holding out his hand to escort you up the stairs.

Lying together in bed, unsure of what was considered appropriate, you kept your fingers woven together, hands planted on your stomach. You felt him roll onto his side to face you in the dark, so you matched him, getting a little closer.

“I apologise for my introspection; I do not know how to act” Alfred whispered to you.

“I have not been married before. I know how to run a house, keep things going… But I have never been a wife before, I do not know either” You reassured him he was not the only one feeling a little lost.

“I am sure we will get used to being together” Alfred reached out, squeezing your arm in solidarity, “I think I should like sharing a bed with you. I wish to speak to you tomorrow on some matters only husband and wife should discuss. However, my lady, I am so very tired from travelling and I must sleep” He sighed, drifting forward in the blackness to press his warm lips into yours. Shivers of excitement raced down your body as you spun around and slid into his arms, the both of you falling asleep in minutes.

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Alfred invited you to breakfast the following day, your heart pounded as you made your way to the dining room, wondering what he wanted to speak to you about. Breakfast was quiet, there was an apprehensive tenseness in his shoulders and the way he picked prudently at his eggs.

“I am of the impression you are feeling less than confident about what you must discuss with me today, Alfred. I want you to know that I will listen to what you have to say with respect and consideration” You tried to reassure him.

His face upturned, “I am pleased to hear it. The questions I have are easy enough to ask, but I do struggle with beginning the conversation, without appearing too direct” He cleared his throat with a soft chuckle.

“Do not concern yourself, simply ask the questions you would like answered and I will do my best” You nodded once, putting down your fork and straightening your dress.

“Alright,” Alfred shuffled uncomfortably, “I would like to discuss the possibility of an heir. I know that I am going to be away for some time, and I will be leaving you to care for the estate. I wish to have children, and I know that your mama had said that you were also committed to little ones. Is that true?” The words tumbled from him in a heap.

“Of course, my mother would never have lied about my desires. I have always wanted children, as long as I can remember I have dreamed of being a mother” You beamed. Alfred seemed relieved in hearing this, and you felt the same similar alleviation.

“Thank goodness,” Alfred sighed happily, “Is this something you would like to achieve before I am to go away? I understand that I would miss the first several years of our first child’s life, but if it would make you happy, I would be agreeable to trying.”

Your face could not hide the stretch of your smile at all. Nothing would have made you happier; you had fretted over this conversation, your mind telling you that there was no way Alfred would want children, considering his endeavors. It seemed you could not be more wrong, and with every passing moment between you, love bloomed further in your heart.

“I think a picnic, this afternoon, in my favourite spot!” Alfred rubbed his hands together excitedly. You nodded fervently, clawing to spend more time with him before he left.

The cook prepared a picnic basket, with wine and bread, cheese, and fruits. There was a blanket inside also. You assumed this was something he did often, even alone, as the picnic basket was quite worn. The basket hung on his left forearm, his other hand clasped in yours as he led you out the kitchen door, and across the field.

“Tis not a far way to walk” He remarked, making sure you had comfortable shoes on anyhow. You squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for caring enough to check.

The grass was long and unkept, the trees and thicket were dense. Alfred liked to keep and observe nature exactly how it was. He enjoyed watching the birds and the foxes evade each other at the edge of the bramble. If the housekeeper found a snake or a toad, she always found him to remove it properly. Nothing in his natural habitat worried him much, hardly even the spiders, webs woven tightly between slight gaps on your journey.

Getting closer and closer to your destination, you could hear it. The sweet somber trickling of water. A crooked, clear stream, in the middle of this jungle of dour giants, solidified statues of spirits long gone. Every step you took felt ancient, the hollowness of your chest, uneasy in such unfamiliar territory. Yet there was Alfred, more at home here than in the manor. Watching him was like watching a child play outdoors, sheer wonder and interest on his face in the unexplored.

Under the shade of a willow, in the grass by the stream, Alfred spread the blanket out, sitting down in a homely manner. The way he looked up at you, angelic, his eyes beckoning you to him, his hand outstretched, begging you to trust him. Before even thinking about it, your body had moved you towards him, curling your legs behind you, nestling into his side.

“Does it worry you, being out here?” He asked softly.

“I do not think worry is the correct word. I appreciate how comfortable you are here, it is strange to me” You blinked up at him, “This is potentially one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in my life” You hummed, watching the water creep over the rocks in front of you gently.

“I am glad you think so” Alfred fiddled with leaves in his left hand, the other wrapped around you. His hand rested on your plump hip, his fingers stretching back and forth, grasping on a little. It was like he was assessing how he could grab onto you, the thought of which thrilled you a little. You reached your hand up and combed your fingers through his beard. These were firsts for the both of you – you did not expect the texture to be so cushy and light, it fascinated you. Alfred’s hair was so light and neat, well taken care of. He closed his eyes as you stroked his face, a gentle smile took hold and a little pink tinge glowed on his cheeks.

The movement of your hand stopped only when you were properly hypnotized by his facial expression. Alfred opened his eyes when it dawned on him that you were simply staring, an infatuated gleam reflected in your own eyes.

“Shall we have something to eat?” Alfred asked.

“Please” You gave your head a slight shake, breaking free of your trance.

Your husband served you a small plate of bread, cheese, and fruit, he poured the wine and passed a glass to you. You thought about how content you were, picnicking with your husband. You sat cross legged across from each other now, the conversation light, the food, delicious. Alfred watched on as you tried your best to eat your lunch like a lady. Biting into fresh raspberries, juice dribbling down your chin, a droplet falling onto your chest. Without hesitation, Alfreds thumb met your chin, swiping another droplet off with his finger and bringing it to his mouth sensually.

Suddenly his icy blue eyes deepened, a scorching claim sparked. You had made love once before, on your wedding night, out of obligation. It had been slightly uncomfortable and more educational than recreational. Then, he had been calm and gentle, it felt like he separated himself and his genuine desire. Now, this look in his eye, ignited something candescent in your lower stomach.

Alfred lunged forward, his lips colliding with yours in a ravenous fashion. You both gasped for air at the slightest of breaks in your osculation, Alfred’s hands finding their way to your hips, dragging you forward to sit in his lap. He was tall, even sitting, he had to bend down to kiss you. His thick fingers, and wide palms, threaded their way through your hair, taking hold of you. The dainty kisses he placed along your jawline felt lovesick, his moans were carnal, and still thoroughly shy. Your hips instinctually ground into his, feeling how hard he was beneath his breeches under you.

Reaching between you, your hand slid down the length of him through his pants, hopeless yearning surging through you, you could barely contain yourself. This was the first time you felt like a wife, with her husband. Alfreds head hushed backwards, gasps leaving his lips. His eyes seemed to roll around in his head, sedate with pleasure.

“My lady” Alfred groaned, swallowing, “Are you certain? Here?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes, I am sure” You had never felt so safe and so vulnerable in your life.

Alfred began stripping off clothing from his upper half, his eye contact surer suddenly. You observed, afraid blinking meant you would miss something. His chest was solid, bulky. His shoulders broad, his collar bones defined. Your hands rushed to his bare chest, fingers playing in his light brown, blonde chest hair that neatly trickled down his belly and into his pants. It had been dark on your wedding night, very low candlelight, whereas now, in the middle of the day, you could see every detail.

His hands moved from your hair and pulled your hands from his crotch, maintaining your gaze as his fingers danced exploratively down your inner thigh, towards the apex of your thighs. Your lips parted ever so slightly, fearful pleasure pooling in sweet wetness between your legs.

Alfred leaned forward, his lips hardly touching yours, “It will be okay” He whispered into you. He had not touched you like this before. His pointer finger delved between your lips, exotic excitement contorting your face as his finger brushed against your clitoris for the first time. Your knees wanted to clench together, stopped by his other hand, holding your legs apart for him as you sat on his legs. Switching to his thumb, stroking upward, Alfreds pleased expression, complacence seemed to ooze from every pore as your moans overtook the sounds of nature surrounding.

This was what you had been craving, this intimacy with your husband. His fingers flicked, circled, and tapped in just the right spots, his breathy kisses were the only encouragement you needed, he sent you right into a shockingly continuous climax. The sounds you made were loud, uncontrollable moans that echoed off the dense trees around you. The longer he caressed you there, the many more ripples of this exquisite feeling you felt.

“You are very easy to please, my lady” Alfred moaned softly into your mouth, his tongue flicking over yours, his teeth holding your lower lip captive.

“Perhaps you just know me better than you think” You sighed in glorious resign. You reached down, unbuttoning his breeches, his blue eyes widening and willing.  Planting your hands on each of his shoulders, you pushed him to the picnic blanket, sliding your legs either side of his as he laid down. Stuffing your own anxiety down, you reached into his trousers and freed his erection. You inspected it first, not having seen it in this light before. This was your first time holding it in your hands, your first time touching different parts of him. You felt you should have guessed the size of it would seem gargantuan to you, with the width of his shoulders and how tall he was. It only made sense that proportionally, he was large in your hands and extremely hard. It intrigued you, and you promised yourself, that in a more comfortable location, you would explore him further. For right now, you just wanted to make him feel as he made you.

Up under your dress, your hand wrapped around his length, you placed him at your entrance as you hovered over him. Alfreds hands rested steadily on your hips, ready to help guide you down. Sinking down onto the first inch of him, you yelped in pleasant surprise, pausing for a moment to allow your body to adjust.

“You are so beautiful” Alfreds fingers brushed against your cheek, your mouth opening as you lowered yourself down another few inches. There were not many times before now that Alfred had truly complimented you, but this felt the most real. It felt the truest.

Your skin met his, you moved gently, the size of him effectively widening this part of your body. His elegant face looked up at you, nodding as his hips started meeting your movements in a more consistent rhythm. Everything felt tight, and yet free, Alfreds continuous thrusts were masterful. His hands flicked up under your dress, his fingers sinking into that divot in your hips where he had felt earlier.

“I imagined this would be the perfect place to hold you” He groaned, pressing you down into him. Every motion was deliberate, fueled by necessary, propulsive demand. Unbridled lust loomed underneath you, Alfred became unrestrained, idly sinful; pulling you forward, finally getting to kiss you as you bounced back to his thrust.

“Al- Alfred! Oh my god!” You screamed, his deepest maneuver yet sending you spinning.

“I want fill you y/n” Alfred moaned, losing control of his facial expressions.

Each powerful thrust felt deeper than the last, the raw insatiable need exuding from Alfred felt primitive and tawdry. Alfred cursed towards the heavens, his grip on your fleshy hips tighter than before. Each thrust more aggressive, more depraved, his mindless hunger for you tarnishing his gentlemanly sensibilities. Alfred finally reached his own supernal culmination, pressing into you a final few times before pulling you down to his side. Alfred's strong arms stretched around you and pulled you into him, his kiss a celebration of the acts you had performed together.

You snuggled up together on the picnic blanket, peaceful and mutually satisfied. Alfreds arms felt secure, and you realized you were already well and truly in love with him.

“Alfred,” You sighed sleepily.

“Mmm?” Alfred mumbled in response.

“I love you” You curled into him in an almost feline nature.

Alfreds body did not go rigid as you expected. Instead, he kind of relaxed into you more.

“I must admit, I did not expect to fall in love when we made this match,” Alfred articulated softly, “But I am enjoying it… Falling in love with you” Alfred rolled his head to the side, pressing a kiss onto your temple. “How thrilling it is to think we might have just created our first born”.

You finished your afternoon, drifting in and out of serene sleep beneath the swaying willow, the sound of trickling water and birds chirping, the only disturbance for miles.

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[iguana-eyanna]

To Miss Laurant... Pt. 1

Pairing: Lord Alfred Debling x Reader

Summary: What happens when two souls who had not found love find it within each other?

a/n: okay a bit late on watching bridgerton (don't come at me please) but I feel like Debling is a well written character and would love to see him more so mwUAH! I also wanted to give the reader a name so the last name is Laurant.

"There, one of my greatest works!" Madame Delacroix said as she finished the hem of your dress.

You admire the beading by your sleeves and how it flows by the end of your gown, which was also adorned by a cape.

"It's just us, Genevieve. You can lose the accent" You said, looking back at your childhood friend.

"Oi. I have to keep appearances, you'll never know who'd walk in those doors." She said in her regular voice. You both laugh as if you two haven't seen each other since your family moved to France. You then became a traveling performer, singing for the largest of crowds and now back home to sing for the biggest event.

"I still can't believe you're back home, and performing for the queen no less. Are you nervous?" She asks.

You press your hand on your stomach, feeling the butterflies.

"Very. I never sang for royalty before. I thank Lady Danbury for opening her home to me for my stay and offering counsel on how to approach her majesty."

"Well, the bachelor's will swoon by your talent, wit, and beauty for tonight." Madame Delacroix, she said, kneeling by the end of your dress to fix a hem.

"I'm afraid that's where you lose me Gen. I faced too many heartbreak in my life, sometimes I don't believe in the words I am singing."

Genevieve tsks at you and rises up, placing her hands by your shoulders.

"You shan't forsaken your passion for love. Who knows, maybe you shall meet a certain suitor tonight."

"Perhaps..." You said, looking back at the mirror, unsure that you believe in the feeling.

+

"My Lord, welcome back home." an older man said, offering his assistance to Lord Debling.

"Only temporary Buford, I do wish things do recover." Lord Debling replied, as he looks down at his cane.

Upon his mission to save a rare mammal during an unforgiving snowstorm, Lord Debling lost his footing on a weak stone by the side of a cliff and fell 20 feet down. It was remarkable that he survived the fall, but he broke his leg and he had scars around his face and torso from the turbulent fall.

His crew helped him find the nearest physician and was told he must return home to recover for the sake of his health. With much dismay, he returned back to Mayfair, hoping he could leave to complete his mission.

"Yes sir, a speedy recovery you shall have." Buford replied as he helped the Lord get into his carriage.

They rode off to the estate, where Lord Debling looks outward to the town. He accidentally made eye contact with a few townspeople and they began to whisper. The Lord whipped the small curtain closed and inhaled, catching his breath.

"Your return has spread quickly here, they've said you've cheated death." Buford said with caution.

"What I've cheated on was my mission. If I'm not back by the end of this season, the creatures would not survive the rest of the winter." Lord Debling said.

"Of course sir, my apologies. If you like, I can provide on the latest news since your last visit."

"I suppose that wouldn't hurt."

"Well, the queen is having a ball at the palace. You did also receive an invitation."

"I do not wish to entertain anyone for the matter, Buford." the tired Lord replies.

"If I may speak freely, you have not been seen in ages, my Lord. I believe some live entertainment shall lift your spirits momentarily."

The Lord ponders for a moment.

"Well, I guess I shall use my night wisely. Thank you for your counsel, Buford. Live entertainment you said?"

"Yes, a singer. She's an accomplished musician who's toured around the Americas, Asia, and Europe. I have her flyer here." Buford offered a folded paper to the Lord.

Alfred Danbury looks fondly, reading out loud your last name.

"Laurant?"

"Are you familiar with her?" Buford asks.

Lord Debling shakes his head no as he folds back the paper.

"No, I'm afraid not." He replied as opens back the window, looking outward.

As the night arrived, Lord Debling felt like he was out of practice around the high society. People often shared condolescences on his accident and women would near him, they're faces would be etched with pity.

He wanted to crawl out of his skin and be in the confinement of his home. It was like the walls of the room was closing in and rushed out as fast as he could. He slowly took off his coat and vest, leaving on his white button shirt.

He managed to get by the gardens and sat down, hissing as the ache in his leg was acting up. He drops his clothes and cane to the side and tends his knee, closing his eyes.

"Are you alright?" a soft spoken voice is heard.

He opens his eyes and faces you, as you sat in your plain dress by the quiet fountain that were etched with baby angels.

"I wish I could stop hearing that." He grumbles to himself.

"I'm sorry for asking." You said, huffing as you turned away.

Lord Debling felt horrible as he straightens up as best he could.

"Forgive my manners, all night I've been consoled and pitied for. I do not wish to feel like a wounded creature." He says, showing his cane.

You turn your head towards him again. You bow your head, understanding.

"It's alright, my apologies for striking a sour chord."

Lord Debling couldn't help but laugh and cracked a smile, a manner he has not done since his accident. He offers you a seat by him and you obliged.

"What is a maiden as yourself outside for?" He asks.

You struggle to find the right words and looked at him with kind eyes.

"This is my first ball, I was afraid I'd make a fool of myself."

"It's impossible, I do not know you well but you carry yourself with such poise." Lord Debling says.

You couldn't help chuckle, not believing his words.

"We must not let fear get to us tonight. Life is too short to squabble in the mist of doubt."

Lord Debling was beguiled of your wisdom.

"Well said, miss..." he trailed on, not getting your name.

You were about to reply till the bell tower rang.

"Oh no, I'm late!" You said, grabbing your dress and quickly running off.

"But wait, I don't know your name!" Lord Debling said, getting up.

You turned towards him, screaming out your name.

"What is yours so I may remember?"

He was about to say his title, but he stopped. You seemed so free from high society, he didn't know who you were or what your ranking was. He just saw you for, well you.

"Alfred!" He yelled back.

"We shall meet again, Alfred." You said, before running off.

Lord Debling placed his hand on his heart, feeling it race like gazelles.

He had kept his heart from ever loving something more than protecting the innocence of wildlife, and yet, you ran away and he longed for your presence once more.

He placed his outer garments, grabbed his cane and walked with purpose back at the ball, trying to find you in the sea of people. Soon, the floor cleared and an announcer walked on the platform.

"Our dearest guests, we have brought you a special talent for tonight. As she prepares to travel to the pacific this summer, she has graced us with her voice for this season. I present to you, Miss Laurant!"

Everyone cheered and a figure slowly walked onto the platform, with an almost glowing dress that illuminated more by the lights. She looked outward to the crowd, afraid with those memorizing eyes.

That's when Lord Debling knew it was you.

You looked upward to the queen, as she gave you grim look of disappointment. You looked away and tried to find peace in your stirring mind. That's when you made eye contact with a familiar face.

Alfred.

He shook his head to you, almost indicating that you had enough courage to go on.

You straighten upward and faced the orchestra by the side and you began to sing.

Lord Debling stood like a statue. Your voice captivated his ears like a songbird, and he was too afraid to move in fear you would stop.

You didn't leave your gaze on Alfred, as he was your anchor through the storm that filled your head with dread. For once in your life, you begun to understand the words you've sung about love. Something ignited you, and it was proven as there was a roar of applause that was for your performance.

You look back at the queen and she nodded in approval, smiling contently. You bow in her presence and left the platform.

The orchestra resumed the delightful tune of dance as you were congratulated by the court. Lady Danbury walked up to you, beaming with pride.

"My dear, I understood you've sung for a living but I underestimated that voice. Do not let me doubt you again." She says lively.

"Oh, you're too kind, Lady Danbury. It is you I have to share gratitude for. Thank you for having me into your home."

"Anytime, my dear. I also bring good news, her majesty is requesting a private audience with you during your stay here."

Your mouth dropped into an 'O' and you hugged Lady Danbury, then a split second letting go as you straighten yourself.

"Apologies, but this news has elated my mood of late. Thank you." You said, as Lady Danbury just gave you a beaming smile.

She was about to say something until something caught her eye. "It seems you have made an impression to a particular someone."

You don't understand what she's saying until you see Alfred, now dressed formally. He walks towards you two and bows his head.

"Lady Danbury, it's a pleasure to see you tonight. Miss Laurant, I did not expect you were tonight's performance."

"You two know each other?" Lady Danbury asks.

"Br-Briefly. We exchanged words by the garden." You said, confused as you thought Alfred was a footman of sort, but dressed similar to those in the court.

"I was blown away by your performance tonight, Miss Laurant. Perhaps when I am in the best of health, I can escort you to the dance floor sometime."

"Lord Debling, I thought you never dance at balls." Lady Danbury teases making him chuckle.

"Lord?" You ask, your eyes wide.

"I am sorry if I did not share my title at the time-" Lord Debling tried to explain but you took a step back.

"Lady Danbury, I must rest before meeting her majesty this week. Thank you both for your kind words, but I must go." You bowed before you left them in confusion.

"Did I offend her honor? I did not know my title would have her leave." Lord Debling asks, feeling as if he'd hurt you.

Lady Danbury could see his sincere features and tried consoling him.

"It is not you, my Lord. Before Miss Laurant arrived to London, she has told me she has had a troubled past. It appears you may have reminded her of something that she can't escape."

Lord Debling could only look at the direction where you left, wondering if you were alright.

Soon, you hailed a carriage and traveled to Lady Danbury's residence. You sank by the wall and began to cry, holding yourself for some comfort.

You thought Alfred was like you, free from title and expectations. You thought that maybe, you could love him.

But you can't give your heart to a Lord,

not again.

To be continued...

[madhatterbri]

Home | Lord Debling

Summary: After coming home from a trip, Lord Debling craves his Y/N. 18+.

Author's Note: Let's be honest real quick. If Penelope chose Alfred, she wouldn't have dealt with that drama.

Lord Debling Masterlist

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"I will never tire of the way you taste," Lord Alfred Debling muttered against her skin. Y/N moaned as his tongue connected with her sensitive bundle of nerves. She expected to be awarded a longer break. It seemed her husband was making up for lost time. Her hands gripped the couch arms. A soft cry came from her kiss swollen lips.

Lord Debling kissed his way to her face. A trail of her juices and his saliva left against her burning skin. His lips connected to hers. Once repulsed by her taste, she gladly accepted him. Once her lips parted in a sigh, his tongue slid in her mouth. He pulled away to catch his breath.

"And I never tire of you, my Alfred," she confessed. Words she never had to speak, but he loved to hear. His hands grabbed her hips. His fingers kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. She felt him part her legs. One propped on the top of the couch.

"I dreamed of you every night on my journey," he told her. The tip of his length slid between her folds. She gasped and looked into his eyes. "Some dreams you were in my arms. We were talking about our children. Most of them, though, was this,"

Alfred took his time pushing himself inside of her. He wanted to revel every moment. The way her mouth dropped as her walls accommodated him. Her beautiful eyes, filled with lust, stared into his. Her chest heaved up and down.

Once he bottomed out inside of her, he remained still. Alfred missed her tight walls clench around him. The feel of her body trying to keep him in was heavenly. He started to thrust in and out of her.

"Oh, my Lord," she moaned and rolled her head to the side. She closed her eyes, embracing the pleasures that came with her husband. Once she opened her eyes, she gasped.

A full-length mirror hid nothing of their sexual activities. His face was buried in her neck as he kissed and licked her sweet spots. She raised her leg that rested on the couch. Her eyes transfixed as she saw her body take each thrust. Alfred must have noticed her becoming silent.

"What is it?" He asked and moved from her neck. Alfred's reflection smiled at the realization. "Have you been wanting to see how you look?"

"No, my Lord. I just," she blushed and looked at him. He grabbed her chin and kissed her lips. She melted in the kiss.

"Then look in the mirror. See how you unravel from my cock," he smiled and moved her face to watch the mirror. Alfred grabbed her leg and propped it on his shoulder.

Y/N blushed at the lewdness. He changed the rhythm of his thrusts. Alfred almost pulled himself out before snapping back in. Her walls tried to grip him to stay longer. His hand rested on her lower stomach before lowering between her legs. Within moments, his thumb rubbed her clit.

"My Lord, please," she begged. Y/N gripped the top of the couch and the cushion below her. He watched the mirror. His lips peppered kisses on her leg.

"Go ahead. I want you to see yourself," he told her. "I can feel you. You want this,"

Y/N called for him. Her orgasm washing over her. She watched herself before her mind completely fuzzed out. He stilled inside of her. Spurts of his cum dumping inside. Alfred hoped this would produce their heir.

"Come. I will draw you a bath. Tomorrow, we shall explore your sudden fascination with the mirror more,"

[storiesaplenty]

Bridgerton: Christmas 2024

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: none. Fluff

WC: 329

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"Alfred, where are you taking me?" I giggled as I looked back to see if anyone was watching us leave by ourselves.

They most likely are but at this very moment, I do not care. Not when we have done our courtship and are due to be married in two weeks time.

"I found something wonderful. I must show you." With how excited he is, it has to do something with a plant or maybe an animal.

We finally stopped, just under the door frame of the library of my cousins home.

"What is it? I do not see anything." I asked him as I looked around.

"Look up my dear." He softly said to me, and I did as he asked.

"Mistletoe?" I inquired.

"Yes my dear. Mistletoe is a semiparasitic plant that grows on trees and shrubs, extracting water and nutrients from them." I placed a single, gloved finger against his lips.

Alfred's eyes crossed when he looked down, making me giggle once more, before looking me in my eyes.

"Hmm, and why did you bring me here?" I asked playfully.

"To kiss you." He said against my finger, wrapping his hand gently around my wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

"Well, by all means my Lord Debling, please kiss me." I whispered as he leaned in to kiss me.

We have only kissed a few times and he still makes me feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest each and every time.

He kissed me gently before deepening it. My arms wrapping around his neck, trying to pull him closer.

Until we heard people walking down the hall, our way.

I stepped back, breaking the kiss.

"We should be heading back." I said to him.

"How about I take you home? I know your mother must be tired." Alfred held our his arm for me to take, and I did, thinking back our kiss we just shared.

Taglist: @madhatterbri

Benedict Bridgerton ♥︎ Colin & Penelope

[krmy2386]

Swan

Lord Alfred Debling x Reader (childhood crush on Benedict) about 2.5k words

1. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL!!! I WORKED VERY HARD ON THIS!!!!

2. NOT PROOF READ!!!

3. Yes I love Benedict but I needed a plot to don’t hate me😅

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Lady Y/N L/N was always called the Ugly Duckling. Not that she was ever actually ugly. More awkward in her younger years, especially compared to the beautiful Bridgetons, her closest friends.

She remembers the first time she was called that name. It was Benedict Bridgerton, her best friends’ brother, and the boy she had harbored feelings for as a child.

One day Violet Bridgerton was reading a book of stories to Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Y/N and Daphne. When they finished the infamous “Ugly Duckling,” young Benedict loudly declared the Y/N must be a swan, because she was an ugly duckling. This immediately caused Y/N to sob hysterically and Violet scolded Benedict while Lady L/N tried to console her daughter. Eventually the two children made up and it was forgotten. By Benedict, never by Y/N. She never forgot how those words made her feel.

Over the years, Y/N grew into both her features and her attitude. This was her third year on the marriage mart and it was no secret to the ton that Y/N would not be doing anything she did not want to do. She had a sharp wit and a tendency to find mischief. Many people, mainly the men, joked about who could “tame” her.

Maybe that’s why she was so drawn to Benedict. He seemed to radiate joy and light. Y/N wanted that. She wanted someone who would send shocks through her.

But that would never happen. Because now, as a grown woman, she hated Benedict Bridgerton.

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Lord Debling was praying for the ball to end when he realized he had only been there about 5 minutes. He felt like a duck being hunted by a hound.

The mothers of the ton had set their sights on him. Their daughters were less intense but just as obvious.

He began lightly pacing, hoping for a hole to swallow him when he heard a shrill voice shout his name.

Oh God, he thought. Mrs Cowper, with her daughter Cressida in tow.

Lord Debling sighed, but did the gentlemanly thing and bowed.

“Lady Cowper, how are you this evening?” He asked politely.

Cressida flutter her eyes so fast a hummingbird would be jealous, “So much better now that I see you are here. Are you planning on dancing tonight?”

Fear ran through his body and he began to stutter, “Um, w-well I-I hadn’t..”

“Lord Debling!” It was his guardian angel, Lady Danbury. He felt relief fill his lungs and he turned to Mrs. Cowper and Cressida, “Excuse me.”

He rushed over to Lady Danbury and bowed before leaning to her ear, “Thank you!” He whispered.

Lady Danbury laughed lightly and patted his hand on top of hers, “Never fear, I promised your mother long ago to look out for you, and they looked ready to rip you to shreds.”

Lord Debling couldn’t help but nod. He tried to see the good in people but something about Cressida Cowper made him uneasy.

Something about the way she speaks down on everyone, her garish clothes, her unnatural hair shapes.

Alfred Debling never thought a love match would be in his future. The most he hoped for was a kindhearted friend to spend his days at home with. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have standards.

He didn’t want a fake person who would change the minute they were behind closed doors. He wanted someone real. Someone he could share life with, even if they were just friends.

“My mother would’ve loved this,” he mumbled softly. “Meeting people and dancing.”

Laney Danbury nodded in agreement. “Yes, your mother was a spirited and kind woman. And she would’ve put Lady Cowper in her place in a heartbeat.” She joked. Debling couldn’t help but laugh.

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Y/N was miserable the entire carriage ride. Not only would she have to once again parade around like a peacock trying to catch a husband. It would more than likely fail. Her only solace was that she planned to escape to Penelope as soon as possible. But even the Featherington girl had been in social mourning since her whole plan with Colin blew up.

Stupid Bridgerton Boys, she thought to herself. They ruin everything.

“Y/N” she heard her mother’s gentle voice, “I know you hate this dear, but please try to have some fun!” Her mother was so genuine in her request, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. They didn’t need her to marry for money or title. She had that privilege.

Lady L/N knew something has shifted in her daughter. She never pushed Y/N to share, but she was worried. The spark had left Y/N’s eyes.

Y/ N grabbed her mother’s hand.

“I will try.” She said truthfully. Maybe she could force herself to enjoy one evening for her mother’s sake. She never meant for her mother to worry about her so much. As a child, her mother worried due to her talents in running off and climbing trees. Now she had all new worries, that Y/N might be sad, or lonely for a long time. No mother wants that.

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Lord Debling was glancing around the room. Hoping for something, anything, to make the time go by faster.

When he glanced at the stairs he swears time stopped.

She was beautiful. She wore a cream colored gown with gold and silver thread embroidery. She glided down the stairs like she was floating. She didn’t have a large fake smile plastered on her face. She looked content but not overly excited.

“Beautiful is she not?” Lord Debling jumped at Lady Danbury’s voice.

“Yes,” he said. Then turning full attention back to the beauty on the stairs, “she certainly is… gorgeous.” He whispered.

Lady Danbury looked at poor Deblings face and almost chuckled. If he thought she was impressive to look at, wait until she spoke to him.

“That is Y/N L/N, daughter of some close friends of mine. She is a wonderful girl. Spirited.” Lady Danbury says with a knowing smile. “And, she is not yet married.”

Debling was now giving Lady Danbury his full attention. “She isn’t? Are you sure?” Lady Danbury normally would be offended at someone questioning her knowledge of the ton. But she took pity on him, this once.

“I’m sure. This is her third year out in society. She doesn’t need money or a title so she has the luxury of being picky. Although, most of the men in the ton find her to be too much to handle.”

Lady Danbury said gently. She loved and adored Y/N and knew she could be a bit much for some people.

This made Alfred Debling swoon. A woman who was unapologetically herself.

“Will you introduce me to her?” Lord Debling asked Lady Danbury.

This caught her slightly by surprise. He had never asked for her help meeting the women of the ton. He normally had no problem introducing himself to people. But she could tell by his eyes, he was begging.

“Alright.” She said taking his arm. “Follow my lead.”

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After they descended the stairs, Lady L/N and Y/N thanked their host before heading into the main ballroom.

Y/N hadn’t seen the Bridgertons yet. Maybe. She would be safe after all.

“Duckie!” Hearing that name made Y/N cringe. There were only two people alive who still called her that name.

She turned cautiously and was greeted by both Colin and Eloise.

“She prefers Y/N, Colin. We aren’t children anymore.” Eloise scolded. She saw the hurt that would flash in Y/N’s eyes at the old nickname.

Colin, oblivious as ever laughed, “She’ll always be Duckie. Even her father called her that.”

At the mention of the late Lord Y/N everyone froze. Even Colin realized what he had done.

“I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t mean to-“

Y/ N interrupted, “I’m going to get some air.”

And she all but ran away.

Eloise slapped her brother’s arm, “Great job Colin! We spoke to her for 10 seconds and now we’ll never speak to her again!”

It had been a year since Y/N had truly spent time with the Bridgerton family. Since her father’s death. Eloise had planned to ease their way back into her life. That clearly didn’t work. She should’ve known better to recruit Colin instead of Francesca.

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Alfred felt lightheaded as the approached Y/N. She was alone in the hallway. She excused herself from the ballroom and Lady Danbury insisted this was the perfect opportunity.

Y/N was staring out the hall window. Her mind was racing and she was praying for a distraction.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you! How have you been darling?” Lady Danbury asked.

Y/N smiled. It was impossible to be in a bad mood around Lady Danbury.

“I’m doing well. How are you? I’ve heard about the new additions to your garden. Mama and I have been dying to see it.”

Alfred felt his heart jump at her smile. It was real. She was genuinely happy to see Lady Danbury. Maybe one day she would smile at him that way.

“Yes, the garden is in full bloom and ready for visitors. But I have someone here who wanted to meet you.” Lady Danbury gently pulled on Lord Debling’s arm, silently urging him to introduce himself.

“H-Hello Lady Y/N. I’m Lord Alfred Debling.” He choked out. Mentally cursing himself for stuttering.

Y/N was taken aback. A man wanted to meet her? A handsome man?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lord Debling. I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.” Y/N said, mesmerized by his big, puppy dog eyes.

“Well I’ve been encouraged by my family to, um- get to know more people” He wasn’t sure how to explain his situation without blatantly saying he wanted a wife.

Y/N giggled. She knew exactly why he was here.

“I understand perfectly, Lord Debling. But I must warn you not everyone is worth getting to know.” Y/N said bluntly.

Alfred couldn’t help but smile.

“Is that so?” He started. “Perhaps you could escort me around the room and enlighten me to who is who?” He asked, mustering up all of the bravery he could.

Lady Danbury was shocked. Not only did Lord Debling offer Y/N his arm, she took it. Unheard of for both of them.

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As the night carried on, Lady Danbury and Lady L/N watched happily as Lord Debling and Y/N walked circles around the room together.

Y/N talked on and on about everyone at the ball. Telling stories and sharing her personal experiences.

“And that is Lord and Lady Timsley. They are the oldest couple here.” She stated.

“Really?” Lord Debling asked. “How long have they been together?”

“52 years. They have a cottage close to ours in the country. Lord Timsley used to let me climb his Genovian Pear Tree. Until one day the branch I was on broke and I fell.” Y/N stated.

Alfred was shocked, “Good Lord! Were you alright?!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes I was fine. My mother was furious and my father found the entire thing hilarious.”

Alfred couldn’t help but see the bittersweet look when she mentioned her father. It’s how he felt when anyone mentioned his mother.

“Is there anyone else here I should be wary of?” He asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Um-“ Y/N surveyed the room then sighed, “the only people left are the Bridgertons”

Lord Debling looked at her and immediately knew there was an issue, “Are they people to be wary of?” He asked.

“No. N-no. I just… “ Y/N started before she was interrupted by the one person she dressed to think of.

“Duckie! Where the devil have you been? It’s been ages!” Nearly shouted inebriated Benedict Bridgerton.

Lord Debling saw Y/N immediately go tense and he became on high alert.

Y/N could tell Benedict was drunk. He didn’t hold his liquor well. She briefly looked over to where the other Bridgestone stood and they all looked mortified.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, Duckie?” Benedict smirked. “Names Bridgerton.” Benedict forcefully pushed his hand forward and eyed Debling. Almost challenging him.

Alfred took a few seconds and took in his surroundings. Y/N was visibly uncomfortable. Maybe if he found the confidence to talk to her. He could find it to defend her.

So he took a breath and grabbed the Bridgerton boy’s hand. Hard.

“Yes, Viscount Bridgerton. Lovely to meet you.”

Benedict’s faces dropped. “Um- no. That would be my older brother Anthony.

“Oh,” Lord Debling started, “terribly sorry, you are the one who just got back from travels. Tell me, how was Greece? I hear it’s beautiful.”

Benedict’s eyes hardened in the man. “That would be my younger brother.” He gritted his teeth.

Y/N was speechless. No one had ever truly challenged Benedict before. Even Anthony would let him win just to go away.

Before either man could speak again. Violet and Anthony stepped in.

“Benedict, dear it’s time to go home.” Violet tried to gently coax him.

“But I’m being introduced to Lord Dumpling.” He replied.

“It’s Debling, and you’ve already met.” Anthony stated, clearly annoyed.

Benedict’s face lit up with recognition, “Yes! The man who watches the birds! Tell me, what do you eat instead of meat?” Benedict asked cheekily.

“That’s enough brother.” Anthony said sharply.

“What I’m just asking.” Benedict said in his best fake innocent voice.

“It is odd is it not?” He asked, looking directly at Y/N.

“I think it’s lovely.” All Bridgertons and Lord Debling looked at her.

“Really?” Alfred asked.

“Yes. It takes a lot of will power and compassion to make a bold choice like that.” She said looking directly at Lord Debling.

Benedict felt his heart lurch. She didn’t even spare him a glance.

He turned to Violet, “I’d like to go now mother.” Said stomping off to the nearest exit. Anthony rolled his eyes and followed after him.

Violet looked at Y/N, “I’m so sorry for my son’s behavior.” She breathed heavily and added, “All of it.”

Y/N nodded in acknowledgement, “Have a good evening Lady Bridgerton.”

Violet left and Y/N’s mother walked over.

“Lord Debling, it is so nice of you to keep my daughter company.” She said gently. Not wanting to draw any more attention to the situation.

Lord Debling chuckled, “it was quite the opposite Lady L/N. She has been a wonderful guide for the evening.”

Y/N felt herself blush.

“I was hoping I could call on you tomorrow.” Alfred said to Y/N, “if that is okay with you” he directed to her mother.

Lady L/N looked to her daughter to answer.

Y/N looked at Lord Debling. And once again, she became entranced by his caring and gentle gaze.

“I would like that very much.” She smiled, and he smiled back.

[theworldofotps]

Painting (Drabble)

Pairing: Lord Debling x Reader Word Count: 743 Description: Y/n is struggling with a painting when she recieves some much needed help.

So, I have never written fanfiction for Bridgerton before but after watching the first half of season 3 and meeting Lord Debling I couldn't help myself. I'm also very nervous to post this because it's a bit out of my comfort zone but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Dedicated to: @madhatterbri who encouraged me to write this, helped form the plot and is overall one of the best. I appreciate you so much thank you! (I haven't added my normal tag list since those are usually just for wrestling. If you'd like to be added to a tag list of anything I write besides wrestling let me know!) __________ Y/n let out a soft huff as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, staring at the canvas in front of her. She’d spent the last two hours trying to paint a bird from the book set on a stool in front of her. This was a painting she just didn’t want to mess up on but the more she stared at it the worse it seemed to look.

“Is everything alright m’lady?”

“Yes Ruth, just having a bit of difficulty getting these colors to work and blend the way that I wish them too.”

“Please let me know when you are ready, and I shall draw the bath for you.”

“Thank you, Ruth.”

Watching the maid leave, Y/n turns back towards her painting and examines the book once more. Adjusting the apron she wore over her dress to keep from ruining it, she dipped into her paints again. More time passed and her frustrations only grew as the colors started running and made the bird look like a mess.

Dropping the paintbrush in the pot of water she hung her head in defeat, deciding to just start all over again. Not having heard the door open she nearly jumped, feeling a pair of arms wrapping around her before a chuckle sounded in her ear.

“Sorry to startle you love I thought you heard me enter.”

“That’s alright my lord I just was focusing on something else.”

Alfred glanced around to be sure they were alone before pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

“Tell me what’s the matter.”

“I’m trying to paint this bird and all of my colors keep running I’ve spent hours on it but alas to no avail.”

Remaining silently as his eyes drifted over the canvas in front of them, since they had began courting he was trying to take interest in her hobbies. When he found out she had a love for painting much like his mother, it was one he quickly did his best to learn all he could about it.

“Allow me to offer my assistance to you.”

Grabbing her hand gently together they picked up the brush, the sparks of electricity she felt as they moved together dipping into her paint pallet. She could barely concentrate at the feel of him pressed against her back. When the brush touched the canvas, she let out a soft laugh.

“What is it brining you such joy my dear?”

“Your beard tickles my cheek.”

Y/n spoke softly as his own smile grew to match hers the two talking in soft whispers as he helped her fix the once ruined picture.

“What do you think?”

“It looks so much better thank you for your help now we both must sign it.”

She said pointing to the feather quill and pot of ink sat on the desk a few feet away from them, Alfred reached over grabbing the quill. Signing the name Debling then placing the quill in her hand so she could sign her last name.

Placing it back in the ink pot Y/n slowly turned to face him their eyes meeting hers lighting up as his softened.

“Miss. Y/n  I know this may come forth as a bit forward but may I kiss you?”

He asked a slight nervous quiver to his voice if you listened close enough she remained silently causing him to clear in throat. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel pressured into anything. After a moment her smile grew as she leaned closer to him their lips brushing in the softest touch before a knock on the door sent them apart. Composing themselves she turned to see Ruth entering one more.

“Excuse me miss but your mother is looking for you.”

“Thank you, Ruth please tell her, that I will be right there.”

Ruth nodded, leaving them alone again y/n sighing softly she turned back to Alfred who gently touched her cheek.

“I must be going as it is rather late, I shall call upon you tomorrow afternoon would that be alright?”

“Yes, I would enjoy that very much my lord.”

The pair left the room and y/n saw him to the front entrance, his fingers once more touching her cheek in a bid farewell. Watching him leave she sighed her arms wrapping around herself, the thought of his arms around her caused her face to heat up. Turning, she went off in search of her mother.

[thesparkling-diamond27]

The Second Bridgerton And I: Part 5

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Y/n Clearwater becomes named the “Sparkling Diamond” by Queen Charlotte herself, but she doesn’t know what to do with all this attention. Of course she has her family, but sometimes that doesn’t seem enough. But what happens when she encounters a specific Bridgerton, which changes the course of her season.

Author’s Note: This chapter includes scenes from season 3 episode 3 of Bridgerton. Down below is the link to the part 4 and part 6. I hope you enjoy!

I awaited for the impact and felt nothing. I released the breath I was holding and turned around to see that it was Lord Debling who saved me.

“Thank you Lord Debling.”

“You are we—“

“Y/n!” Someone shouted “Y/n!”

I turned to the voice and saw Benedict running down the stairs of the wooden platform towards me. As he reached to where Lord Debling and I were he crouched down to my level and inspected my body for injures.

“Are you hurt? Did the ballon hit you?”

“I am alright.” I placed my hand over his to calm him down and the concern and fear in his eyes seemed to fade slightly, but not completely.

“Thanks to Lord Debling I am safe.”

“Y/n are you okay?” Penelope asked.

I did not realize while talking to Benedict, Penelope made her way over here and stood behind him. Before I could respond, my family came running towards us. My mama and father were at the front with my brothers close on their tails.

“Y/n dearest are you hurt?” My mama asked when she reached me.

“Y/n are you harmed?” Noah asked.

Noah and Alex both crouched down on each side of Benedict and started to inspect me like how Benedict did before.

“Do not worry about me dear brothers I am unharmed. Lord Debling saved me from the balloon hitting me and Penelope and Mr. Bridgerton made sure that I was alright before you all showed up.”

My family all turned to Lord Debling and my father spoke up first.

“Lord Debling. Thank you for saving my daughter. I am in your debt. Whatever you desire I shall comply.”

Lord Debling stood from the ground and said , “There is no need. I did what any noble gentleman would do. Clearwater family. Mr. Bridgerton. Miss Featherington.”

He then walked away to check on Cressida who was “crying” and seemed to be faking an ankle injury. Alex spoke to Benedict.

“Thank you so much for checking on my sister Benedict. I am glad I can trust you with her when I am not around.”

“It is the least I could do for my best friend.” Benedict said.

“Since Lord Debling did not accept my father’s offer, will you accept? For saving my sister.”

“I did not help her for an award. I did not do much anyway. I only checked to make sure she was alright.”

“Do not downplay your actions.” My mama said, “I am grateful for any part you had in helping my daughter. Maybe I will invite you and your family for dinner.”

“Dinner seems acceptable.” Benedict said.

I turned to Benedict and realized that he was already looking at me. Was he looking at me the whole time? No that is not possible he was talking with Alex and mama. But maybe he was when he wasn’t talking with them…

I did not notice the confused look upon my mama’s face or the amused one on Penelope’s as Benedict helped me to my feet and made sure I was alright once again with gentle attention. He held on to my arms for any sign of discomfort and I silently reassured him that I was well.

“I will speak with your family right now Benedict.” My mama said, “Thank you again!”

“You’re welcome.” Benedict said with a smile.

My mama gestured for my family to follow her, however I decided to stay behind with Benedict and Penelope. Penelope squeezed my arm and said, “I am glad you are okay. Would you like me to stay?”

“No I am okay.” I replied.

She nodded and gave me a teasing smile, after glancing at Benedict, and walked away. As soon as Penelope was out of hearing distance Benedict asked,

“Are you sure you are alright?”

“Yes I am fine. I am just a little startled as one would be in a situation like this.”

“Would you like to sit down?”

I nodded and Benedict placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me to a nearby bench. Even though there was fabric separated skin on skin contact, I still felt a tingling sensation when he touched my back. I tried my best to hide what I was feeling, but my breath hitched and Benedict noticed.

“Again. Are you well?”

He thought I was still shaken up from the accident with the balloon. If only he knew.

“Yes I am truly.” I said.

His face showed that he did not believe me, but he nodded regardless. We reached the bench and he urged me to sit down, while he stood in front of me.

“Is there anything that you want that I can get you?”

“No. Only your company.”

I patted the empty space on the bench beside me for him to sit. He accepted the invitation and sat next to me.

“You can tell spring is here.” I said, “The flowers are so beautiful.”

“I can agree.”

We continued sitting in a comfortable silence. The breeze died down, but it still appeared every once in a while. The trees rustling, the birds chirping and the chatter of people all at once created a cohesive harmony that became calming.

“I want them.” I said.

“I’m sorry?”

“Flowers. I want flowers.”

“Do you want me to get them for you now?”

“No! Sorry. I said that without context. I do not want you to retrieve flowers for me right now. I mentioned flowers earlier and I was thinking how I wish to receive them one day. From someone else if I am lucky.”

“You will.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just know. You are an incredible woman. Anyone who does not fall in love with you is a fool.”

I was flustered with the compliment he just gave me. Does he really believe that I am that lovable? Can he possibly love me?Or does he see himself as the fool? Only seeing me as a friend and nothing more.

“What about flowers makes you want to receive them?”

“They are all beautiful. There are so many different kind of flowers and one type of flower can have so many different meanings based on the color. For example, red roses represent love and yellow roses represent friendship. Red carnations show deep love and affection, while pink carnations show gratitude. And so on and so on. But the thought of someone feeling the need to buy me flowers because they want to, makes me feel warm. I want something like that…I am sorry I went on a tangent.”

“No it is okay. It is nice to know that you are passionate about something. It reminds me of the incident at Lord Tremble’s event a few days ago. Would you like to talk about it?”

I debated on if I should talk about my Panic attack. I know he wanted to talk about it, but I already discussed it with my family and I was not in the mood after almost getting hit.

“No not right now. We might be having dinner with one another, so we can discuss it then if that is okay with you.”

“Of course. As long as you are comfortable. What about the book I offered you? Did you begin to read it?”

“Yes. However, not enough for me to discuss I’m afraid. What about you?”

“I started it and it is very interesting. It is entertaining, but not enough to keep my nose in the book. I finished part 1 and—“

“No! Do not tell me. I want to wait until you get about halfway through the book if that is alright with you.”

“That is alright with me.” He said with a smile and I returned it.

I looked over to the balloon, now in place and secure, when I noticed a familiar tent in the distance.

“Can you accompany me while I purchase some sweet treats?” I asked.

“It would be my pleasure.”

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Alexandra was adding the finishing touches to my dress for dinner with the Bridgertons. It was a beautiful sky blue dress with a white accents throughout it. My hair was tied in intricate twists and curls with a diamond hair pin placed just right. I felt like my hair was too much, since this was only a dinner instead of a ball, but Alexandra insisted. She wanted to try the new hair style on me and she thought tonight would be perfect because only the Bridgerton’s and my family would be seeing me instead of the whole ton.

I could not wear my green flower ring, so I pulled it from my finger and placed it on my vanity next to Benedict’s handkerchief. The handkerchief stayed in that exact place, ever since I placed it there after I came home for Lord Tremble’s . I know he said to keep it, but I wanted to give it back to him, since it belonged to him. I was going to give it to him at the balloon event yesterday, but it slipped my mind. I could give it to him tonight, but a part of me wanted to wait a little while longer. It may sound silly, but having the handkerchief is like having a piece of Benedict with me when he is not here. I smiled at the thought of Benedict being at dinner tonight, and it amazed me how fast he has been integrated into my life.

“Are you ready Y/n?” Alexandra asked.

“Yes I am. Thank you for everything.” I said gratefully.

“It was my pleasure. Now meet your family downstairs.”

Alexandra began to clean around my room and I walked out of my room and downstairs to where my brothers, father and mama were waiting to leave. The dinner was originally supposed to take place at our house, but after our families realized that there was scheduling conflicts they decided to have the dinner at the Bridgerton household.

“At least I am not the last one.” I said with a smirk.

“You are still not one of the first ones dear sister. Were you getting all dolled up for a specific Bridgerton?” Alex said with a joking smile.

I blushed at his jest as I walked down the stairs. Alex found it amusing after he found out about Benedict and I’s friendship. Ever since then he has made it his personal mission to embarrass me by teasing me about Benedict. He even asked me if I fancied him! Such as ridiculous question. Any girl who falls in love with him will be lucky to stare at this ocean blue eyes all day and run their fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. And smell his calming scent whenever he is near, but that girl is not me because I do not have feelings for Benedict.

“No I was not!”

“Mhmm hmm.”

I tried to change the topic.

“Is Adeline done yet?”

“She appears to still be getting ready.”

I groaned. “She always takes forever.” I plopped myself on the nearby sofa and Alex said,

“Are you sure you slouching will make Benedict become attracted to you, because I don’t think so.”

“Alex!” I said annoyed.

He is going to be the death of me tonight. I hope does not embarrass me in front of Benedict or even the rest of the Bridgerton family.

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Viscountess Violet Bridgerton led my family and I to their drawing room and it was just how I expected it to be. It had the same layout as my family’s drawing room, but there room was decorated with blue shades instead of purple hues. It does make sense, since the Bridgerton family’s color is blue. It makes me feel glad that Alexandra dressed me in blue tonight. Maybe she picked the dress on purpose, since she knew we were having dinner at the Bridgertons. I wonder if Benedict will notice.

The younger Bridgerton siblings, Gregory and Hyacinth, were sitting at a small table arguing over something, Francesca was playing a beautiful tune on the piano forte, Eloise was reading a book called Emma, which I have read before, on the couch, and Benedict stood by the fireplace with his brother Colin.

“I find it absurd that we have not shared a dinner with one another all these years when we live right across the street from one another.” Violet Bridgerton said.

“I know. I do not know why it took so long, but I am glad we are doing it now.” My mama said. “I think we will be doing this more often due to our children’s friendship.”

Mama and Violet Bridgerton started having their own conversation, which left the rest of my family and I to fend for ourselves. Adeline followed mama, while Alex and Noah joined Benedict and Colin at the fireplace. I wanted to approach Benedict, but I did not want to overstep my boundaries when my brothers and his brother were all present.

I looked at Eloise and wondered if I should approach her. On normal circumstances I would, but now I am not so sure due to what is going on between her and Penelope at the moment.

I decided to approach Francesca. The last time we had conversed with each other was at Lady Danbury’s ball and that was awhile ago. I wonder what has happened with her recently?

That is splendid playing Francesca.” I said, “Definitely better than me”

“Oh do not over exaggerate. I am average at best.”

“Don’t be modest! You are a talented musician.”

“Thank you. I do rather enjoy it and it gives me peace. When I play I am able to take a break from all the stress and pressure. Join me.”

Francesca slid over on the piano bench to give me room to join her. I sat onto the chair and she began to play a simple familiar tune that I knew with her left hand. There were two parts to it and she was playing part 1, so I began to pay part 2 with my right hand. Together we became to play in harmony and in sync with one another.

“You mentioned stress and pressure.” I started, “what makes you so stressed if I could ask.”

Francesca continued playing with me as she thought about her answer. I could tell she had something to say and she was trying to figure out the best way to say it. I felt that way a time or two.

“Society can be stressfull. I am in my first season out like yourself and I want to make my family proud. I want to meet a noble man to marry, but I cannot seem to find a connection. It has been a struggle so far, but I am optimistic.”

“I know exactly how you feel.”

Francesca looked up at me surprised, but she continued to play with ease.

“I would have never expected someone like you to feel that way.” She said

“What do you mean someone like me?”

“You always appear confident and poised and you walk with such ease and grace. Far more grace than most ladies in the ton. It always seemed to me like you never faced the pressure of the ton. Also not to mention that you are this season’s sparkling diamond.”

“There is always more that meets the eye.”

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Benedict

“Benedict! How have you been!” Alex pulled me into a hug as he asked this.

“You literally saw me a week ago.”

“So what. I cannot know what my best friend is up to?”

“No.” I said sarcastically.

Alex began to laugh.

Slow music began to play and we all turned to see Y/n playing with Francesca.

“It appears our sisters have something in common.” Noah said

“It appears so.” I said.

“Sure your sister plays the piano forte as well, but do you hear her playing nonstop?” Colin dragged out the last syllable.

“No I am afraid not.” Noah said.

“Well consider yourself lucky because this is how it is here. Welcome to our humble abode.”Colin added.

Alex put his arms around Colin and I and said,

“Well I have been here before, but this is Noey’s first time visiting.”

“Eww do not call me that.” Noah said.

“Ummm…no.”

As those two began to bicker, I could not help, but glance over at Y/n as she continued to talk and play with Francesca. I wanted her to look over at me and acknowledge me. I originally wanted to walk over to her when she walked in, but her brothers came over before I could. Hopefully I can speak with her later.

“Benedict. Hello!”

“Yes.”

“We have been trying to gain your attention.” Alex said, “What are you so focused on?”

I wanted to answer honestly, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to say that I was staring at Y/n and especially not in front of her two brothers. Any man who would say such a thing in front of a girl’s brother is mad.

“Nothing.” I lied.

“Uh huh.”

Alex didn’t seem to buy it and his suspicions face turned into a smirk.

“Anyway, Colin was going to shows us things from his travels. Want to come with?”

“No I have already seen it.”

“Suit yourself.”

I watched as Alex, Noah, and Colin walked out of the drawing room. I diverted my attention to Hyacinth and Gregory who were arguing once again and I chuckled. Those two can never seem eye to eye and I don’t think they ever will until they reach adulthood. I glanced at Eloise who was reading her book titled Emma. She has been more invested with society recently and it has been surprising. Eloise never cared much for the ton before. My eyes eventually landed on Francesca and Y/n. Francesca was extremely quiet this season and I hope she was alright. Y/n and Francesca seemed to be getting along. It was nice to see Francesca somewhat branch out. She tended to isolate herself in the past.

I walked up to the piano forte and Francesca stopped and playing, since she noticed me first. Y/n looked up at me after her and she took my breath away. Her dress was blue. More specifically a Bridgerton blue. She has been wearing blue more lately and I believe the color suits her. I wonder if she wore blue tonight on purpose? Or maybe she just randomly picked it. Her hair was tied in an intricate bun with a diamond hair clip to complement her hair. She looked absolutely lovely.

I was almost tongue twisted, but I managed to hold myself together.

“Can you join me Y/n for a moment?”

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Francesca smiled at me and started to play another beautiful tune on the piano forte. I guess that was my cue to leave with Benedict. I rose from the piano bench and walked with Benedict to the windowsill.

“Um…You mentioned the other night that the windowsill brings you comfort and peace, so I figured we could sit here.”

I smiled at the thoughtful gesture.

“Thank you.”

I took a seat and gazed out of the window. I could see my house from here. I can even see the inside of my room if I looked close enough. It is crazy how I can see the inside of my home from the window of the Bridgerton drawing room.

“I can see my room from here.” I said.

“Really?! Which window is it?”

Benedict peered over my shoulder to see where I was looking and his proximity caused me to freeze for a moment. Feeling his breath on my neck was overpowering and our mouths can almost touch if I turned to look at him. I wonder what it would be like to kiss Benedict. To feel his lips upon mine. Wait why am I thinking about kissing Benedict? I cleared my throat and pointed to the window of my room.

“The window right there, on the second floor. Two windows to the left from the front door.”

“Ahh I see. Someone is in there.”

“It is probably my maid Alexandra.”

Benedict nodded and returned to his seat beside me.

“I wanted to talk to you privately about what happened at Lord Tremble’s house.” Benedict said.

So that is what he wanted to talk about. We did not get to discuss about it after I was almost hit by the balloon, so I think now is the time.

“Before we arrived, I was on edge all day and I knew that if I was ever left alone I would become triggered, so I tried to stay as close to my family as possible. Eventually I ended up alone and as you know Lord Clayton and two other gentlemen bombarded me with questions and I felt overwhelmed.”

Benedict nodded and I continued.

“I tried to isolate myself from the situation because that has helped me in the past. I used to have frequent panic attacks, but this was the first one in a very long time. I am glad you were there to comfort me. If you weren’t there I would have been alone.”

I placed my hand on top of his to show my gratitude. Benedict stared at it for awhile. I wonder what was going on in his head. Suddenly he brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“You are a strong woman Y/n. What you go through is not easy and I am glad you felt comfortable enough with me to share that. From now on I will be there if you need me.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“It is the least I can do.”

I looked down at our hands and noticed that he was still holding mine. It looked like he had no intentions of letting go soon, so I found myself looking out the window again. The sun was beginning to set and the once blue sky turned into shades of pink, purple, orange, and yellow. It was a beautiful sight and it reminded me of paintings I see in museums.

“The sunset is beautiful.” I said.

Benedict turned to the window to look at the sunset.

“It is isn’t it.”

“The colors all swirl together and it looks like paint on a canvas. To me at least.”

“I have a finger painting similar to this.”

“You do?”

“Yes I painted it myself.”

“You paint?”

“I do.” He said with a smile.

I was shocked to hear this news. I did not know Benedict enjoyed painting.

“The painting is a little different from the sunset though.” Benedict said, “I used a lot more colors than the one in the sky and the painting is a little more swirly than the sunset, but they are both quite similar.”

He mumbled something else, but I could not quite hear what he said.

“I’m sorry I did not hear you correctly.” I said.

“Oh…I said that it is kind of funny…because I was a little impaired when I painted it.”

“Impaired? Impaired how.”

“Last season I was under the influence of something that Colin brought back from his travels and it caused me….to become a little loony.”

I tried to picture Benedict being high while painting or doing anything for that matter and I couldn’t help, but burst into laughter. Benedict looked at me embarrassed.

“I am sorry, but that is too funny Benedict. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. The fact that you were able to paint something when you were impaired is actually impressive.”

“I guess when you put it that way…”

“I would like to see it for myself one day. If you will let me. Or any other artworks you have accomplished.”

Benedict didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be pondering on the thought.

“I usually don’t show people my artwork…”

“Oh I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—“

“…but no one has ever asked to see my artwork, so you would be the first. Maybe after dinner I will show you.” He said with a smile.

I was surprised to find out that I would be the first one to see his artwork. I was even more surprised that I was the first one to ask. However, I felt honored that he was willing to share his artwork with me. I know artists or writers are very sensitive about their work and do not share too often unless it is finished. Their projects have a piece in them and it can be hard to share that with someone else.

“I would love to see your artwork.” I said.

“Dinner is ready children.” Violet said.

I quickly removed my hand from Benedict’s hold and we both started walking out of the drawing room with Francesca and Eloise. I hope no one saw our hand holding because I did not want his family or my family to think that we were interested with one another. Our proximity and hand holding was inappropriate and I’m glad they were not here to see any of that. Francesca was too engrossed with her piano playing and Eloise was reading, so I doubt they noticed anything.

When I reached the doorway, Alex linked our arms together and whispered in my ear,

“You and Benedict are getting kind of close.”

“We are just friends Felis. Nothing more.”

“Okay Carina. Whatever you say.”

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Dinner was extremely enjoyable. Violet Bridgerton sat at the head of the table and my father and mama were to her right. To Violet’s left was Colin and Eloise and Benedict was next to Eloise, which made him sit across from me. Francesca sat to my right followed by Adeline. Alex sat beside Benedict followed by the two youngest Bridgertons. This left Noah sitting at the other end of the table across from Violet. Anthony and his wife Kathani were still on their honeymoon, so they were absent at tonight’s dinner. I do wish they were present because I would love to formally meet them.

The food was delicious and conversation was easy and free. I found myself mainly talking with Francesca and I could see a friendship blooming between us. We continued our conversation from earlier dealing with pressure and stress from the ton and she opened up about Lord Samadani and the Queen expecting her to marry him. As we talked I noticed how much in common we have, since we both feel the immense pressure from society and we both do not want to disappoint our families.

It felt nice to begin a new friendship because at the start of the new season I noticed a shift between me and my old friends. They seem distant, so it is nice to know I have friends like Pen, Benedict and Francesca in case those friendships unfortunately come to an end.

“I simply want to make my family proud.” Francesca said. “Lord Samadani seems like the easy choice for me. I have the best connection with him compared to other suitors and he is kind and gentle. However, I have a voice in the back of my head telling something else. Not in the form of words. More like a feeling. Like I am not on the right path.”

Her feelings were similar to mine. When Maxwell asked to court me, I felt a sensation of uneasiness. Penelope and I figured it was just nerves, so maybe that is what is going with Francesca.

“I’m dealing with something similar as well. When Lord Tewkesberry asked to court me I felt something wrong. A sense of uneasiness. Penelope and I agreed that I was feeling nervous. Courting is a major step that can possibly lead to marriage. Of course you feel nervous about Lord Samadani. It has nothing to do with you or Lord Samadani. The thought of being married is daunting. Remember that your family is here for you and I’m here for you if you let me.”

Francesca appeared to be reviewing my words and looked upon with a grateful expression.

“I would love for you to be there for me and I would love to be there for you. You have shown great character and I would love to be your friend if you will let me.”

“It would be my honor.”

We both shared smiled and continued on with our meal. As dinner came to an end it was time for dessert.

“I hope you all enjoy dessert. We are having lemon cakes and raspberry macarons, which Benedict told me are Y/n’s favorite desserts.” Violet said.

I looked ahead to Benedict and he was already looking upon me with a sheepish smile. He went out of his way to make sure my favorite desserts were present at tonight’s dinner and I felt warm. I hope no one noticed the blush that tainted my cheeks.

“Thank you Benedict for the gesture.” I said.

“Of course. I wanted to make sure you felt welcome.”

I noticed Alex looking at me with a knowing look and I knew he is going to have a field day with this now that he witnessed this interaction and caught us holding hands earlier. I tried to give him a discreet warning look, since there were non family members present.

The maids brought out the dessert and as I placed a lemon cake on my plate I noticed Benedict’s eyes on me. He had a smile on his face and the feelings that resulted were foreign, but welcoming.

[iguana-eyanna]

To Miss Laurant... Pt. 3

Pairing: Lord Alfred Debling x Reader

Summary: What happens when two souls who had not found love find it within each other?

a/n: very STEAMY, longing, pinning, and smut

Lord Debling stands in front of the Bridgerton estate, unsure if he should fall through with this.

'No, I have to... for her.' Alfred thought as he knocked on the door.

He knocked on the door, too late to realize that it has been past midnight and not realizing it was past midnight. Soon, the door opened and Alfred saw a tired Colin who's eyes were sunken and shirt untucked.

"You're awake?" Lord Debling asks, shocked.

"My son begun teething. I was all up night trying to lull him to sleep. But I think I should be the one asking why are you here at my doorstep in this ungodly hour?"

Lord Debling bows his head then rises to meet Colin in the eye, pushing away his pride.

"I need your help uniting a family again."

Colin brought Alfred in his study as the two decided to share a drink.

"So let me understand: Miss Laurant has family in Paris and you need my help to find them."

"I'm in no condition to travel alone, and you know the city better than me. I have the address here in this letter." Alfred said, taking the letter he took from you by mistake.

Colin reads it, thinking where the address seemed familiar.

"This is is near the grand opera house."

"Yes, her family lives just by. Please, I need you to consider helping me. I know we were at odds before, but I need to do this."

Colin was about to answer until there was a knock on the door.

"Colin, you weren't in bed, is everything alright?" Penelope asks, opening the door to see him and Alfred.

"Lord Debling... it is good to see you again." Penelope said hesitantly, but bowing in respect.

"It is good to see you too, Lady Bridgerton, or rather say Lady Whistledown?" He asks, showing into a slight smirk.

Penelope chuckles tiredly. "I apologize for writing about you."

"It is all water under the bridge. I do apologize for intruding your home, but there is something of importance that has brought my presence tonight."

Penelope comes over and sees the letter and reads it.

"Miss Laurant cannot reunite with her son? My heart goes out to her." She said.

"With your blessing, I've asked Colin if we may travel to France and find the-"

"Does she know you are doing this for her?" Penelope asks.

"Well, no." Alfred said.

Penelope gently places the letter down and looks at Alfred.

"Lord Debling, if I may speak freely, a woman who has tirelessly worked day and night to accomplish the impossible, and have a man swoop in to take all of her credit: doesn't it seem so... medieval?"

Alfred was about to answer, but he thought of how you did in fact worked years to build your family a new home. He would throw away all of your days work.

Penelope looks over at her husband, sharing the guilt.

"And you, were you actually considering traveling all the way to France while our son needs both his parents?"

Colin starts stammering, trying to find some support from Alfred but he could partake in defending his past cause.

"It seemed, like a grand gesture." Colin mustered out.

Penelope mutters under her breath and looked at both men.

"My Lord, we will help Miss Laurant as best we can. But if you device a better plan, I hope you will talk with her before setting any action. Now if you please, I'd like for my husband and I to take rest."

"Of course, thank you Penelope. And congratulations for the two of you. Farewell." Lord Debling leaves the study quickly to go back to his estate.

Penelope goes to Colin who was sitting by his desk and sits by his lap as he holds her closely.

"I was not too harsh on him, was I?" Penelope asks.

"No, it was the right thing to tell him. You were perfect." Colin kissed Penelope's temple.

Penelope combs through Colin's hair and looked back at where Lord Debling left.

"Well one thing is for sure, he must love this woman to move the heavens and earth."

+

Dear mother and father....

You stopped writing, not knowing what to write as you sat by a table with the drying ink and the quill that felt heavy in your hand.

You crumbled the paper and inhaled sharply, covering your face in shame.

"If you crumble one more paper, I'll have to start charging you. They don't come cheap anymore, you know."

You turn around and see Lady Danbury walking towards you as you sat in her spacious study as the sunlight poured in the room.

"My apologies, I'm feeling slight frustration sending a letter back home." You said as she took a seat next to you.

Lady Danbury places a comforting hand by your hand,trying to lift your spirits last night. You came back to the dinner, crying and unable to form a full sentence. Violet Bridgerton did her best to calm your tears as they guided you back to your room where you admitted the truth of why you came to Mayfair. They never shown one ounce of dismay, but felt empathy.

"I try so hard to protect my family, but I often feel as if I'm not a mother to my own son."

Lady Danbury sits next to you with a stern look.

"A lady never squabbles her own troubles. She solves them with her own wit and morals. I understand you must feel as if the world is turning too fast but that is the card you are dealt with. You can either fold or place all your bets in."

"T-Thank you, Lady Danbury. That's what I needed." You said, turning back at your letter, about to write.

"Oh, before you begin, I wanted to personally give you this." She offers you a note.

You take it cautiously and open the letter, reading its contents.

To Miss Laurant, I apologize for my ghastly actions the past night. I am not known to have my emotions get the best of me. I humbly ask for your presence tonight at the Debling Manor where I may host a special meal for just the two of us as a token of good will. If you do not arrive by the evening, I will understand. Sincerely yours, Alfred Debling

You look back at Lady Danbury as she had a knowing look on her face.

"Lady Danbury, if a woman is to be called on to a Lord's manor unattended..."

"I won't tell dear, you are an adult. What do you singers call it? 'Go and face the music?'" She asks out loud, turning away so you may choose whether to leave the note be or take action.

You sit alone with your thoughts, certain what you must do.

+

You arrived nervously at the manor, realizing you must be an hour early.

"He's your friend, nothing more." You muttered to yourself before knocking the door with the door knocker.

In a moment, an older gentleman opens the door for you.

"Miss Laurant, I presume? I am Burford, Lord Debling's head servant." He asks.

"Yes. I apologize if I may be early for dinner."

"Not to worry, Lord Debling is out in the field. Come, I shall escort you to him."

You walked inside the space filled manor. You see how many old artifacts and eccentric plants that were filled in each hall. You also noticed that there were barely any family painted portraits that were by the walls that you were used in seeing in other manors.

Soon, you were lead on the outside field that was stretched on for acres and a farm.

"Where is Lord Debling?" You ask, looking around.

"Oh, he's riding his steed. He's been out of practice for sometime. Ah, there he is." he points out.

You squint in the distance until your eyes widen, seeing Alfred riding on a brown mane. His shirt was open around his neck, as you saw his alabaster chest that was decorated by blonde hair.

He slows down his pace, realizing he had company. He then jumps down, petting his horse and then guiding them to meet you by the yard.

"Miss Durant, I was not expecting your company so early. Apologies on my appearance." He said gently.

"No! Um. No, my apologies for- arriving so soon." You said, feeling your cheeks blush.

You dared to step forward and admire the horse Alfred was holding.

"Their beautiful, what is there name?" You ask, admiring at the horse's beautiful brown coat and the black mane.

"Athena, after the goddess of wisdom. I saved her after from her previous owners. They almost shot her when she was injured. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't intervene."

"That's remarkable." You said, not truly realizing how Lord Debling would go at great lengths to save innocent creatures.

"Here, pet her here. Not too close to her face. It will startle her." Alfred guides your hand by her neck as his big calloused hand was hovering yours.

"My Lord, may I ask the chefs to prepare for dinner?" Buford asks.

"Oh, yes Buford. I'll have Miss Laurant accompany me to the stables."

Buford nods his head and Alfred leads you with Athena back to the stables.

"How many animals do you save?" You ask.

Alfred gives a heartful chuckle.

"As much as I can. But, I dare not to take indigenous creatures like the Amazonian birds or antelopes from Africa back here. They belong to their country and to their people. I just try to right the wrongs from hunters or poachers. Those barbarians..." He said with spite.

But, he did not allow his anger best him as he settled Athena into her stable. You saw a softer side of him, as he made sure he executed every detail perfectly so she can be calm and safe.

After he stabilized the gate, he walked you back to the outside part of the manor where a small table was set by candlelight.

"I hope you don't mind if we may dine outside. I am embarassed that I had not had the time to focus rebranding the manor."

"No, this is... very thoughtful of you." You said, looking at how intimate the table was set and how the table wasn't big in length, enjoying how closely you two shall sit.

He guides you to the chair and pushes you in as he sat beside you.

Two servants come with two plates and placed it between you two, accompanied with a glass of wine. Soon, you and the Lord were deep in conversation, and then with enough wine, you two were laughing to your hearts content.

Now, he was trying to converse with you in French, but his phrasing was horrible.

"Stop! Please, my ears are shriveled in pain." You said, taking a sip of your glass.

"Alright. But do enlighten me on a lesson. I was a great student in my youth." He swears.

"If it stops you from butchering the language of love, then yes. Repeat after me: Merci."

"Merci."

"Rêvasser"

"Rêvasser"

You pause for a moment, looking at his lips then back at his eyes that twinkled in the night.

He was silent as well, as he leans forward as you were the only ones that were here in this moment.

"There was a phrase I've studied all morning, I hope that you may understand.

He coughs in his hand and looks back to you, muttering a simple phrase that had you breathless.

"Je t’adore"

I adore you

He awaits for your expression.

"I-I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn I-"

He stops midsentence as he felt your lips on his. He holds you closely, as his hands held you closely, afraid that he would wake up from this dream his mind has made.

He hopes he will never wake up.

He draws a breath and flutters his eyes open, seeing that you were still here in front of him.

He stands up and offers his hand, feeling his heart race.

"Would you like to come inside?"

Your lips parted slightly, but you nodded confidently as you took his hand. You two quietly walked inside, afraid to awaken his staff that were finishing their rounds. With just a few feet, you walked inside his chambers.

His room was simple. A large bed was by the middle of the room and his walls were painted a soft sage green. You locked the door behind you as you reunited with Alfred by the foot of the bed.

Your lips reunited, as your hands traveled around his body.

"Wait..." He said out of breath.

You look up at him, concerned as his face formed a thin line across his forehead.

"Is everything alright?" You ask.

He gulps loudly and takes both your hands into his.

"You have been wonderful. But I must confess something to you. I... never laid in bed with another."

You knit your eyebrows together until you realized what he meant.

"Oh, I see... if you want to stop now...."

He shakes his head no and comes closer to you.

"I want to, please. Show me how to make love to you."

You give him a soft smile and kissed him tenderly.

"Lie down... and take off your clothes slowly."

Alfred lies by the end of the bed, taking his shirt off his shoulders as you see his bare chest in the moonlight. He tries unbuckling his pants until you stop him.

"Wait... I want you to look at me."

He wasn't sure what you meant until you began to untie your corset lining from your dress. You slowly moved each garment off and Alfred looked almost, animalistic. All was left was a light linen garment that hung on your body.

You then crawled on top of him, finding your hands on his belt.

He gasps for air as his member throbs in his pants.

"Please... please." He begs, looking up to you.

"Uh uh.... a patient man will receive his reward soon." You said, seductively placing your finger by his chest, tracing patterns on his skin like sand.

You move back and forth slowly on his clothed self as you hear whimpers beneath you. He holds you steady by your hips as you tease him so.

"Now, will you be a good boy for me?"

He could only nod his head yes as he felt all the blood rushing from his body.

Soon, you shifted downward and freed his member from its prison, gazing at it as it stood tall like a mountain.

"Is it... enough for you?" He asks shyly.

"Alfred... you're wonderful." You said, admiring him.

Now it was his turn to blush as his hands held you firmly by your waist.

"Lift me up a bit, and I shall do the rest."

He did as he was told and lifted you mid air as you lined yourself into him. You gasp loudly, then covering your mouth before anyone could hear you scream.

"What is wrong?" He asks worringly.

"Nothing... it's supposed to hurt the first time. Just keep a steady pace."

You sunk further in and moaned silently as you placed your cold hands by his warm chest. He felt your walls closing in as he gasped for air.

Both of your paces began to fasten as you two felt like the room was heating like a wild fire. His hands left your hips and his absecnce was missed until you feel him sitting up, finding the neckline of your dress and ripped it apart, like a hound finding flesh.

His lips found your neck as kisses it profusely and your hands get lost in his golden hair. Soon, you see his lips latching onto your left breast, swirling his tongue around your bud.

"Oh, Alfred!" You whispered into his ear as your pleasure rises to the top.

Both of you felt your climax in sync as your mouth hung open , drawing in a cold breath. A hand cradles the back of your head and Alfred connects his forehead to yours.

"Yours.... I am yours." he whispered, trying to find your lips as they would soon reconnect.

You don't know how long you felt him in you until both of you found your backs laid in the bed and had him pull his member out slowly as you moan in slight despair and relief.

His arms wrapped around you protectively as his head rested by your bosom, feeling your heart race for him.

"Are you sure.... You never done that before?" You ask him.

He chuckles lightly as he shifts upward to see you face to face.

"It was my first. Thank you." He says, kissing your shoulder as it sent shivers down your spine.

Alfred took that as a signal and brought the covers over your naked forms as you placed your arms across his chest.

"If you need me to leave in the morning, I don't mind. I don't want whispers spreading of our entanglement."

"Nonsense, I will take care of everything in the morning. You can stay here... only if you want to."

You nod slowly as you flutter your eyes, feeling slumber cascade over your body.

Alfred looks up at the ceiling, feeling tightness pull in his heart. What would his staff say when they see you sharing his bed before marriage? How can he tell you that he would do whatever it takes to bring your family here in Mayfair? Where in time can he establish you as more than a friend?

His racing thoughts stopped as you stirred in your sleep, keeping yourself closer in his arms.

He holds you tightly and kisses your head as he found peace in the night, only wanting to protect you from the world.

And hopefully, one day, to ask you to be his.

[iguana-eyanna]

To Miss Laurant... Pt. 2

Pairing: Lord Alfred Debling x Reader

Summary: What happens when two souls who had not found love find it within each other?

a/n: mentions of past relationships and health issues

The Lord, Alfred Debling, has been the topic of the season since his arrival. Surprisingly, he has been found in the town's square, wandering upon his thoughts. Fair ladies often try to catch his gaze with a flutter of the fan or a flirtatious smile. Their efforts, undoubtedly, had gone unnoticed as he tries to catch someone else's gaze.

Yours.

It has been three days since he has seen you. His brief interaction with you has blazed a fire to his thawing heart. He thought he didn't had enough room in his life to love another, but maybe you were the person that can show him that he's wrong.

Now, he was walking aimlessly on a path nearby the cafe he'd always heard of. As he looked in the display, he was overcome with his emotions as he saw you. You were talking with Lady Danbury as you smiled brightly at something she had said as you both joined in laughter. You turned your head mindlessly and accidentally made eye contact with Lord Debling.

Suddenly, the solemn lord felt his heart fasten. His breath got caught in his throat. He quickens his step and leaned by the wall, inhaling through his nose as he closed his eyes. Why, after all this time of yearning your presence, did he feel like he was drowning in quicksand?

"Lord Debling?"

He opens his eyes to see you, concerned for his well being. He looked around and saw that some passerby's staring at him as well.

He gulps with a parched throat, trying to muster a sentence.

"I'm- Pardon me I was-"

You were about to hold his hand, but caught yourself from such action, knowing that all eyes are on the two of you.

"Lady Danbury is extending her invitation to join us for tea."

Your voice was ever so gentle, like a soft breeze through the countryside. He nods gently and you guide him inside. Lady Danbury arises from her chair and gives the same courtesy to the Lord.

"Lord Debling, always a pleasure for your accompiment."

Alfred smiles as he bows his head. "Thank you for your inivation. My apologies if I caught some unwanted attention."

"Nonsense. I believe you are still weary from your latest expeditions." Lady Danbury says.

"You travel?" You ask as you all settled by the table.

"I rescue wildlife, it's been a fulfilling mission I've dedicated my life for. I prefer not to eat meat."

"That's very noble of you, Lord Debling." You said, admired of his passion.

He gives you a soft smile as he holds your gaze a while longer. Lady Danbury notices what is happening and breaks the silence.

"Oh, how foolish of me. I realized that I will be hosting a dinner party by the end of this week. I must plan accordingly. Lord Debling, would you have the honor of taking Miss Laurant around the towns square in my absence?"

The two of you are shocked by her request but the lord nods.

"Of course Lady Danbury. I'll have her return to your estate before nightfall."

She smiles and gets up, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and leaves the two of you.

Once you are alone, the two of you make eye contact again.

"I forget Lady Danbury can be so... straightforward." Lord Debling says.

You smirk, shaking your head.

"She insisted for me to stay with her longer than anticipated, especially since I've been considering to stay in Mayfair."

"You are?" He asks, hopefully.

"I am still unsure. There are... some obstacles that I may face along the way." You said, your tone sounding troubled.

"How so?" Lord Debling asks.

You were about to answer, but you decided against it. Lord Debling notices your uneasiness and leans forward.

"I apologize if I offended you at the ball. I haven't been myself of late since my accident."

"No, you have nothing to apologize for, my lord-"

"Please, it's just Alfred." He says, almost in a whisper, placing his hand on top of yours. He realizes what he has down and takes his palm away.

You shyly take yours away, blushing to yourself.

"Like you, I've faced tribulations on my travels. It has been hardsome to find people to trust along the way."

With enough courage, Alfred speaks up.

"I may not understand what you have gone through, but know that I am here as someone to listen."

Your hardened heart begins to soften as you hear the sincerity of his tone, knowing he meant every word.

From then on, the two of you were inseparable. Alfred had taken you around the town's square as promised, walking through the gardens or admiring paintings at museums. He even admired how you even admired a street performer playing music.

As you two caught a carriage to drive to the Danbury estate for the dinner party, Alfred begins asking about how you began to love music.

"I moved to Paris when I was a child. My family lived near an opera house and I could hear the singing of angels throughout the night. I picked up how to sing in french along the way and auditioned for a small theater. They had me sing every night and soon I became well known in the city. Afterwards, I was requested to sing in different countries and villages. I've seen so many wondrous things, I wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world."

"That is remarkable. Your family must be proud."

You give a small smile. "Yes, they are. Your family must be too with your expeditions."

Alfred couldn't help but exhale through his nose, shaking his head.

"Unfortunately, my family and I never saw eye to eye on my vocations. They rather have me stationed at my family's estate, to continue a legacy. But my duties held elsewhere. I never got to see them again. You were fortunate to have your parents support your dreams."

You bow your head in solemnity.

"I'm sorry to hear... and yes, I am very fortunate. Family is the one thing that I hold dear to my heart."

Lord Debling remains in silence, as he unfortunately never felt the love of a family ever in his life.

Soon, you arrived to the manor as you were greeted by Lady Danbury. Light festivities began before the dinner as you were drinking and talking with Lord Debling. You felt at ease with his company and Lady Danbury smiled at you two.

Lady Danbury walks to you both a few of her company. "Ah, Miss Laurant, allow me to introduce you to Lady Bridgerton and her daughter."

The youngest woman of the girl went up to you, smiling widely and her eyes bright.

"Lady Laurant, it is a pleasure to meet you! I went to your last performance and I was astounded, I wish I had an awe striking voice as you-"

"Hyacinth dear, breathe." Her mother jested, smiling at her daughter's enthusiasm. She looks up to you as you couldn't help but smile.

"Apologies, when I mentioned you will be in attendance for Lady Danbury's dinner, my daughter insisted she join me tonight."

"Oh, it is alright! It is lovely to meet you Hyacinth. If you like, I will be performing at the opera house by the end of this month and would love to have you there alongside your mother."

Hyacinth gleamed with joy as she smiled widely. Lord Debling looks at you lovingly, as he saw how kind hearted you truly are.

"Thank you! Thank you!" She hugged you tightly. You were shocked, but you returned the embrace.

"Now Hyacinth, why don't I share our gratitude with Miss Laurant?" Her mother said kindly as Hyacinth waived goodbye and ran off.

"Thank you for the invitation. I am sure this would be a moment she would not forget." The mother said, leaving with Lady Danbury as they talked.

"That was very kind of you to do that." Lord Debling says.

"It was the least I could do. Every child should experience life to the fullest."

You look up to see your friend in a quiet state. Since your talk of family, Alfred has been different of late. You were about to ask if he was alright until a bell rang, indicating it was time to eat dinner.

Soon, the dinner table was food of delicious foods and laughter. You were sat between Alfred and the Bridgertons and talked to Hyacinth who looked like she was over the moon. Alfred, again, was beaming at how you interacted with everyone. Your generosity and kindness lifted his mood since coming back home, and thought it could be a sign that maybe he wants you more than a friend.

Later, a servant went up to Lady Danbury with a silver tray, whispering something in her ear.

"Miss Laurant, a letter has arrived from you all the way from France." She announced.

You froze a bit until you got up from your seat and retrieved the enclosed envelope.

"May I be excused?" You ask.

Lady Danbury nods her head as you leave with haste outside.

"Oh, is everything alright?" Lady Bridgerton asks.

Lady Danbury tries to disguise her worriment for you.

"I am sure she will be just fine."

Lord Debling couldn't help but worry for you. He arises from his seat, excusing himself to find you.

He went towards the back of the estate, not finding you until he heard faint cries. Alfred strains his head and found you on a bench crying as you grabbed the letter in a fist.

"Miss Laurant?" He asks softly.

"Please, leave me be." You forced yourself to say as it was hard to breathe.

Alfred kneels in front of you as best he can and gently held your hand.

"I can't bear to leave you like this."

You open your eyes and see Alfred worried for your state. He cradles one hand with the side of your cheek, trying to wipe away your tears.

"What's wrong?" He asks quietly.

"Alfred... I can't- I can't tell you. You won't- understand."

Alfred looks down and sees the letter in your hand. You flinch, not letting him reach it but he doesn't move.

"I want you to trust that I would never judge your secrets."

"How can I be sure?" You half sneered, feeling your walls building high.

"Because I will tell you what I hold secret too." He says.

Your face softens as Alfred sighs, as he sat by you.

"I lost my footing by a cliff side on my last quest. The terrain was slippery but I persisted on to rescue a rare creature that has been targeted for hunting. I was so close to saving it, but I felt myself falling to my death. I felt like the world was swallowing me whole. My men found me with my leg twisted and I was unresponsive. I later woke up a day later, feeling immense pain in my legs. Then a doctor came in to my tent and said I'd be able to walk within a month's time but... there was bruising around my hips. There was a possible fracture that he could not repair and said I am infertile."

You look over at Alfred who seemed so sad after admitting the truth he held so close to his chest. He wiped his nose and squinted, trying to delay the tears that begun to form.

"I was born in a family where love wasn't an option. It was always honor and duty. I never wished for that on any child... or a child of mine. And I thought my travels would be content, but realizing that I could never have a family... I never thought it would hurt me more than it should. That's why I've closed myself off from the world."

You look at him then back to your note which you crumbled.

"Five years ago, I was beginning to gain recognition as I moved closer to the city in Paris. I met a Lord who came to one of my performances. He swept me off my feet and begun to court me. He gave all of these promises that my family would never have to suffer poverty and he'd support us. He said he married me. We joined together before our wedding, but I was left alone by the alter. He left a letter, saying that he took what he wanted and never wanted to marry a woman of no status. As he fled Paris by boat, a terrible storm came and he was lost at sea. Word spread he was presumed dead and that's how I knew that there was nothing I could do. He may have took everything from me but he left something behind."

"What was it?" Alfred asks.

You look over your shoulder where you see Alfred's sincere eyes.

"A son."

Alfred remains silent.

"I know having a child before wedlock is frowned upon. If you wish to leave... I understand."

You thought he would curse you or storm without saying goodbye. But he looks at you that look he gives you and leaned forward.

"What is your son's name?"

You turn towards him, taken back.

"Stephen."

You offer the letter to Alfred and he begins to read it word for word.

"You wanted to bring him to England."

You nod your head.

"My parents have taken care of him as I left Paris. He was only 2 when I gave him to my mother and father. I promised that I would give him a life he deserves. I wanted to raise enough money to move them all here. But my parents said that they don't want to. People may raise suspicions of Stephen's parentage, they didn't want to bear him the shame that I carry."

"Nonsense. You've protected him at all costs, you've sacrificed everything!" He stormed up.

You stood up too, calming him.

"Please, not so loud." You warned, grazing your fingers on his soft lips.

The two of you froze, realizing how close in proximity you two were.

"Why do you care so much? Any man would run for the hills if they heard my dilemma."

He shakes his head in disagreement.

"Is it a crime that I care for you? A woman as yourself doesn't need to fight alone."

That's when you took a step back, hearing his words clearly.

"What do you mean a woman as myself?" You ask, your voice cracking.

Alfred realizes what he had said.

"No, I didn't mean anything by it." He said, reaching out for your hand but you step back.

"Yes you did. I didn't admit the most deepest part of myself to be ridiculed from a so called friend." You said, turning away.

"Miss Laurant, I do not think you were weak. You are far from it." He said, trying to keep up with you.

"Then what am I to you, Alfred?" You spun around, facing him with your face red with anger.

Alfred crushes his lips toward you and held you close to his chest. You were stunned at first, then you melted into his embrace as your hands laid flat against his broad chest. His heart was beating faster than any mane he has seen trollop.

Once you two parted, you look at him, astounded.

There were so many things to say, but so little time. You had to find a way to bring your family to Mayfair, or travel back to Paris to see your son again. You turned around, leaving Lord Debling alone again.

His heart sank as the kiss you two shared still hung onto his lips. He tasted hints of honey from it.

Alfred knows he upset you. He left in a hurry and flagged down his carriage. Alfred was still recovering from his wounds but he knew someone who has traveled as much as him and help him on his quest.

"Where to, Lord Debling?" The coachmen asks.

Lord Debling looks back at the estate where you left him and faced away. He had to make things right with you, and that's by reuniting you with your family.

"Take me to Colin Bridgerton's estate please."

[madhatterbri]

Wedding Night | Lord Debling

Summary: The Lord proves to be quite the gentleman on their wedding night.

Author's Note: Bri, he was going to leave her for three years. And? Let me have my me time. I'm an Aquarius.

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

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Y/N's wedding day proved to be one of the happiest days of her young life. Lord Debling held nothing back in giving her the wedding she always dreamed of. While they were still learning each other, she was rather pleased with him. The man had his quirks, but he cared for her deeply.

The bride loved what would come to be her new home. A stable, library, and garden to occupy her free time. It was like a dream come true. A fantasy that became her reality.

After dinner, they went to the library. Books in hand, they read to their hearts content. The pair would pause a couple of times to remark on a particular subject in their book that they enjoyed. At the appropriate time, he announced that he would show her new bedroom.

The stomach tied in knots as they climbed up the stairs. She half hoped they would share a bed together. Despite liking her new surroundings, she didn't feel quite comfortable yet. The Lord was the only person she knew, and it was all still very new.

The wedding night also caused her some distress. Her mother and dearest servant told her what to expect. She was to lay with him and expected to produce an heir. Let him have his pleasures and then leave. It may be unfair, her mother told her, but she wouldn't have to work a day in her life.

"I will come back shortly," he assured her and kissed her forehead. With candlelight in hand, he disappeared towards his chambers across the hall.

Y/N changed into her white nightgown. Her fingers shakily buttoned the buttons that were from her neck to below her breasts. She sat in the middle of the bed. Her head propped up on a pillow and waited.

"Y/N? May I come in?" Lord Debling asked and knocked on the door. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was really going to happen. She called for him to enter. The blonde lord came into her room. His wedding attire long gone and now he wore a night shirt. He stood at the foot of her bed.

"A beautiful day for my beautiful bride," he commented. His eyes gazed at her lovingly.

"My Lord, you always have such sweet words to say to me," she blushed and looked away.

"Alfred," he told her. "Please call me Alfred when we are together,"

"My apologies, Lo- Alfred," she quickly caught her simple mistake. He seemingly smiled at the way he voice spoke his name. So sweet, like honey. Her innocent face looked at him.

"Do you know what comes now?" He asked. Her heart picked up its pace again. She shifted uncomfortably.

"My mama told me," she admitted. Alfred noticed her change immediately. The once bright angel was now nervous.

"I did not mean for my question to cause you such discomfort. What has your mama told you?" He asked. Worry written all over his face.

"That you will have your pleasures, and it will hurt and just lay here," she answered. The Lord shifted and rested his hands on the canopy of the bed.

"Nonsense, my dear," he whispered. Alfred climbed on the bed. His knees carried him over to his dainty wife. Once he saw her try to sink to the bed, he stopped. "Are you frightened of me?"

"I'm sorry, Alfred. I know not of what to expect," she answered.

"You will instruct me of where to kiss and touch you. When you are ready, we will continue," he promised. Y/N took a moment before nodding her head. She visibly relaxed. Alfred rubbed his hands up her leg no higher than the knee.

"I wish to be closer to you. I will sit between your legs but do nothing more until you wish to have me. Is that understood?" He asked. His question was answered when her legs slowly parted to allow him his request.

Once the Lord of the manor was comfortable, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Her eyes closed as she melted in the kiss. He always knew to quiet the storm in her mind. Alfred deepened the kiss.

The worry of her enjoying him washed away when she heard her pant. He swore to himself that he would work to hear more of her noises of pleasure. To his amazement, she wrapped her arms around him.

Alfred pulled away to catch his breath. His thumb ran across her bottom lip. He rubbed her bottom lip down softly. "May I taste you?"

Another nod as they went back to kissing. He licked her bottom lip. She parted her lips to accept him in. His tongue slid inside of her mouth. Their tongues twined around the other. She moaned in the kiss. He pulled away and pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth softly.

"What happens next?" She asked breathlessly. The man truly took her breath away. His charm and kindness made up for all the cruelty in the ton. Y/N couldn't explain it, but something was happening in her body. A pressure was building in her stomach.

"This," he answered and kissed her neck. Alfred kissed and nibbled on the flesh. As with bird watching, he listened carefully for changes in her breathing. He wanted to be able to make her sing for him. One particular kiss, gave him his praise.

"Alfred," she whined and moved her head to the opposite side. The lord understood and didn't leave her spot. He sucked the spot, leaving a mark in its wake. The pressure in her stomach built a little more.

"Angels couldn't sing my name as beautifully as you," he complimented. His forehead rested against hers. Something was eating away at her. A little thing her sister told her. Maybe it would help.

"My cousin told me about her marital bed. I thought it was silly, but she wanted to ease my mind. Her husband, he, well," she stammered and blushed. The girls went into a laughing fit once they talked about this. When she couldn't find the words to speak, she grabbed his hand.

Lord Debling couldn't hide the shocked expression on his face. His wife ran his fingers over her clothed breasts. The tips of his fingers barely touched her hard nipples. Once she relinquished his hand, he found his hands back on her breasts.

"Tell me, my little dove. What did she tell you?" He asked. His hands kneaded her breasts.

"That a woman is sensitive there, and men love to touch them," she answered with a pleasured gasp. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples.

"May I unbutton your dress, my dear?"

Y/N nodded urgently. His fingers worked each button. Lord Debling's face appeared pleased. Like a child opening a big box on Christmas. She touched his forearms and rubbed them. Once her chest was exposed, he pressed them together.

"Beautiful," he whispered and leaned down. His mouth latched on to her nipple. His teeth pulled the pebble softly before engulfing it in his mouth once more.

"My Lord," she moaned. Her arms wrapped around his back. She ran her fingers through his hair. Her mind felt like mush. Lost in the pleasures her husband was providing to her. He paid attention to both breasts, moving from side to side when he felt one was neglected of his touch.

The pressure in her lower belly felt heavier. She feared the feeling wouldn't go away. What if something was wrong? This wasn't the only difference she could feel. Between her legs ached for his touch. A throbbing that wouldn't leave her any peace. She blushed and squirmed at the new sensations.

"Something troubles you," he pointed out. He cupped her cheeks. "Tell me,"

"I fear there is something wrong. My body feels as if it is on fire. Have I done something wrong?" She asked, worried. This marriage was important to her. All she ever wanted was for Alfred to favor her.

"My little wife," he smiled and chuckled playfully. "Your body is reacting so well to me. May we go lower?"

Her face heated knowing the time was getting closer. "Yes,"

Alfred moved her legs to bend at the knee. He lowered his hands to the hem of her nightgown. Painfully slow, he raised the dress higher up her body. Kisses were left in the trail of where the dress was once covering. The nightgown bunched around her waist.

Her breath hitched in her throat. No man had ever seen her like this before. So completely exposed. He was modest about her embarrassment. Alfred kissed between her inner thighs. His beard scratched against her soft skin.

"This may feel weird at first, but you will enjoy it. You have my word," he promised. He kissed higher on her legs before stopping between her legs. She felt his breath on her pussy.

Lord Debling ran his thumb between her sex. He was pleased to see her body was wet for him. Unashamed, he sucked the slick from his finger. Y/N was so perfect for him. His little dove.

With his fingers, he exposed her clit. She tensed yet quickly relaxed when his tongue made contact with her bundle of nerves. His virginal wife made a breathy moan. His tongue swirled in a circular motion as if licking an ice cream cone.

"My Lord," she moaned and gripped the sheets. Her head drifted off to the side. Alfred didn't afford her an opportunity to get used to his actions. His tongue licked side to side before moving up and down a short time later.

He tongued her entrance briefly before finding her clit once more. She melted at his actions. Nibbles and sucks on her sensitive body, caused her to squirm.

"Look at me," he ordered. She stared down between her legs. His blue eyes stared at her intently. While she was distracted by his skilled tongue, Alfred inserted a finger inside of her. He only pushed into the middle of his finger to get her used to it.

He never let up on her as he watched her enjoy herself. The Lord was patient with her. After her walls comfortably accepted his fingers, he added one more. They scissored inside of her to get her ready for him.

Alfred pulled himself away from her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Do not be afraid, my dove," he comforted her. Y/N nodded and watched as he removed his nightgown. Her eyes took in his body. She enjoyed the hair on his chest along with his muscular body. "I will go slow,"

Alfred positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the tip of his length between her folds. Once settled at her entrance, he slowly slipped the head inside of her. He took deep breaths to steady himself.

Once her walls accepted him in, he shoved more of himself inside of her. He leaned down and kissed her lips. Any distraction for her in case he caused her any discomfort. Alfred made short thrusts to get her used to his actions. They moaned into each other.

Each thrust allowed him to slide in a little more. He continued his crusade of peppering her lips and face with kisses. With one final thrust, he knew the deed was done. A pained moan escaped her lips.

"You are doing so well," he praised. His forehead rested against hers. Alfred waited for her body to adapt to him. He pulled out halfway before thrusting once again. Y/N remained silent while he praised her. What felt like an eternity to the Lord, she moaned his name. A voice of the angels.

"I'm here, darling. You look beautiful," he complimented. His thrusts picked up. The bed squeaked under them. Their sounds of pleasure fueling the other on more. Her arms found their way around him. Her nails connected to his skin. He hissed yet didn't complain.

"Alfred, something is happening," she warned. The pressure in her belly felt like it would snap.

"I know, darling. I feel it. Give me everything," he assured her.

Her mother nor her cousin could tell her the full experience of her first orgasm. She felt like she was floating in the air. Her eyes were half closed as her body tightened around him. In her distraction, he gripped her hips and buried his head in her neck. With one last thrust, he spilled his seed inside of her.

They remained still for a while to catch their breath. He removed himself from inside of her. Her nightgown was placed properly while his was placed back on. He moved to leave her bed, yet the look in her eyes stopped him.

"Are you in pain?" He asked with great worry. Despite all his measures, he feared he caused her pain that she wouldn't admit.

"I do not wish to be away from my husband. Please stay with me just for tonight,"

Her heart sank when she stood from her bed. Tears pricked her eyes, yet he slid under the covers next to her. He raised the covers to envelope them around her.

"But just for tonight," he reminded. His arms wrapped around her. She nodded and cuddled into her. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the marriage. His soft snore lured her into a peaceful sleep.

[madhatterbri]

Special Interests | Lord Debling

Summary: Lord Debling takes a special interest in Y/N's hobby.

Author's Note: We are going to pretend that paint back then was non-toxic. 🤣

My masterlist for Lord Debling can be found here.

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

Lord Debling was hard at work to get his affairs in order for his next trip. Servants rushed the house all day to take care of his every whim. Only his most trusted servants were allowed in his study. Only those that he knew wouldn't go blabbing to the rest of the house.

"My Lord," his servant bowed his head. "I have arranged the study to your liking. Would you like to see it?"

Lord Debling smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, dear James. I'd like to make sure everything is perfect for my wife. Her hobby is a newfound interest of mine,"

"Yes, sir. Right this way," James smiled and led him to the study. The moment Lord Debling walked into the study, he knew he had made the right decision.

A large drop cloth covered the carpet in the study. In the middle of the cloth laid a canvas. One of her favorite artists drew the perfect nature scene on there. All her favorite animals were drawn wonderfully. He could see why that artist was her favorite. On the table next to the couch, her favorite drinks and treats were ready.

"James," Lord Debling called and checked his pocketwatch. "I do believe my wife will be back shortly from her parents. Please see to it she changes into her nightgown and joins me in the study,"

"Yes, sir," James bowed and strode out of the room. Lord Debling took a deep breath and closed his eyes. This was going to be the best going away gift ever.

Y/N wasn't sure if James heard her husband correctly when she came home that night. Change to her nightgown and attend to her husband in the study. She obeyed the commands her husband left for her.

"Come in," Lord Debling called when he heard the soft, familiar knock at the door. He was just lighting the last candle in the study. Y/N walked in and smiled at the romantic atmosphere.

"To what do i owe this pleasure?" She asked and closed the door behind her. Lord Debling smiled and removed his jacket and vest. Now, he was only left in a long sleeve white shirt and black slacks.

"I can not show a special interest in my wife's love for the arts?" He asked innocently. He walked to her and grabbed her hand to lead her more inside. Y/N followed him happily.

"Of course, my lord. I meant no harm," she answered. Y/N's huge smile brightened the room when she saw the canvas on the floor. Several bottles of paint and a paint palette were left on the floor. There was one thing she noticed immediately that was missing.

"I had your favorite artist draw this for you. I can see why he is a favorite of yours, darling. Magnificent," Lord Debling praised. She felt her heart fill with pride when he sang praises about her best friend.

"It is lovely. Thank you. I will have to run to my chambers. The brush seems to have disappeared," she pointed out. Lord Debling sat on the couch. He patted his lap for her to sit.

"Ah, yes, we will have James fetch them for us. Tell me about your day. I don't want to miss a single detail,"

Y/N told him about her day. The room filled with their playful banter and laugh. They sipped the drinks that were left on the table. She enjoyed the treats. All the sadness from them being apart was left at the door. They were in their own little sanctuary.

Lord Debling rested his back against the arm of the couch. Her back rested against his chest. His chin rested on her head. Y/N wished they could stay like this forever. Her eyes drifted to the canvas on the floor.

"I should tell James to fetch my brushes," she sighed and moved to stand up. Lord Debling wrapped his arms around her waist.

"That won't be necessary, my dove. There are other ways to get paint on a canvas," he assured her.

"My Lord?" She questioned yet gasped when his lips made contact with her neck. Heat could be felt between her legs the moment he found her sensitive spot. Her clit throbbed to be played with.

"I do believe you have piqued my interest in the arts, my love. We will be painting the canvas together in a non-conventional way,"

His hand reached underneath her dress. The warmth that came from her inviting him in. He grabbed her face to look at him. Her eyes filled with lust like his. She called out when his fingers rubbed between her folds, paying special attention to her bundle of nerves.

As her juices slicked his fingers, he started to toy with her entrance. He rubbed up and down before slipping the tips of his fingers in her. Lord Debling worked her up. Slowly inching his fingers inside of her before fully sheathing them inside.

He continued to toy with her before he felt the strains in his pants to be too great. The slick from her was cleaned up once he placed his fingers in his mouth.

"Put your favorite colors on the canvas. Do not be shy," he instructed her. She stood up with wobbly legs and squirted some paint on the canvas. Her husband stood up and removed his clothes. Her dress left her body and thrown to on the floor.

His kisses trailed from her neck to her breasts to between her legs. He placed a leg on his shoulder. She called his name the moment his tongue toyed with her. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. He ate her out like a man starved.

"Come," he told her. "We have much work to do,"

That night was the most fun Lord Debling ever had with the arts. The nature man saw a different side to creativity. He wished he had taken an interest in painting years ago. Y/N was shy about it at first yet quickly warmed up to it.

They were simple at first. Missionary to warm her to the idea that turned him on all day. She wasn't used to the cold paint yet quickly forgot about it as the night went on. He turned her over and allowed her breasts to help paint the canvas. Lastly, he sat on the canvas, and she rode him before they both made it to their grand finale. By the end, they were satisfied with the art and each other.

With all the different positions, they were a thorough mess yet satisfied. They dressed before taking a much needed shower. Afterward, they went back to her chambers to continue where they started in the study.

Lord Debling sighed as he looked at a picture of his wife. He had only been gone for one month into his travels, but it felt like an eternity. Life was certainly lonely without his Y/N.

A series of colors over a variety of animals caught his eye. Unnoticeable by others, he could see where Y/N's breasts and butt laid when he took her. Maybe his wife could have picked another hobby he could show a special interest in. He smiled.

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Lord Debling Fics

Lord Debling Headcannons - Just some headcannons.

Wedding Night - Summary: The Lord proves to be quite the gentleman on their wedding night. Smut. 18+.

Mama Knows Best - Summary: Y/N's mother hatches a scheme to make her youngest daughter marry Lord Debling.

Special Interests - Summary: Lord Debling takes a special interest in Y/N's hobby.

Wither - Summary: Y/N knows how to make Lord Debling wither.

Garden -

Summary: Y/N often walks with her husband in their garden. A proper gentleman out in public, he can't help the way he feels about her when no one is watching. Behind the hedges, he shows her how he feels. The servants block the entrance to the garden to not let them be disturbed. At night, the maids tease her about the gardens. "He was helping me with animal sounds, nothing more,"

Home - Summary: After coming home from a trip, Lord Debling craves his Y/N. 18+.

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Garden | Lord Debling

Summary: Y/N often walks with her husband in their garden. A proper gentleman out in public, he can't help the way he feels about her when no one is watching. Behind the hedges, he shows her how he feels. The servants block the entrance to the garden to not let them be disturbed. At night, the maids tease her about the gardens. "He was helping me with animal sounds, nothing more,"

Author's Note: Taken from one of my headcannons. Enjoy. ❤️

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Y/N enjoyed walks in the garden with her husband. She twirled her umbrella as it rested on her shoulder. They would often stop at various points in the garden. He would tell her facts about the birds and the insects. Their walks never dulled her.

The extracurricular activities that took place in the gardens happened to be her favorite. The way his whiskers teased her flesh. Passionate kisses were planted against her skin. Her skin always burned and begged for more. No one ever told her married life would be so grand.

The servants knew not to disrupt them while they were in the gardens. To ensure their privacy, two servants, Howard and James, would stand guard at the entrance. Lady Debling's head servant rushed towards the men. As soon as she tried to enter the garden, they stopped her.

"Lady Debling's mother is here for a visit. I must be allowed in," the older woman demanded.

"They want their privacy, Miss Ida. Let them have it," James informed her. He was the more proper of the two gentlemen.

"What could they be doing that is more important than Lady Debling seeing her mother?" Ida asked. Her hands raised in frustration. The two men looked at each other and snickered.

"Oh, Alfred!" Lady Debling moaned. Grunts and moans could be heard from a few feet away. They were behind some hedges only a few feet away.

"Oh good heavens," Ida gasped and placed her hand over her mouth. The poor old woman practically raised Lady Y/N Debling since she was a baby. She regained her composure. "Are the beds, couches, and tables not good enough for them? My word, they've been like this for a month!"

Howard chuckled. "Based on that, I'd say Lady Debling's mother is going to be waiting a little while. If they don't go for a round two,"

"Round two? Oh Lord, give me strength. Tea. I will make her mother tea and catch up with her. You two tell Lady Debling that her mother is here as soon as you see her," she ordered and pointed a finger at them. They nodded yet side eyed each other. As Ida left the men, she could hear them laughing.

That night, Lady Debling was getting ready for bed. Alfred was in his study to prepare for another trip. Two of her younger servants came in to check on her. They spotted Lady Debling and giggled lightly.

"Enjoyed the garden today, Lady Debling?" One of the women asked. Y/N peered out of the corner of her eye at the odd question.

"Any time I have with Lord Debling brings me enjoyment. Tell me, why do you ask such a question?" Y/N asked. The girl blushed darkly. In her silence, the other one decided to speak up.

"There were just some weird sounds coming from the garden today. We are glad they did not disturb your enjoyment with the Lord," she answered. Lady Debling could feel her cheeks burn. They must have heard them in passing. It wasn't like they tried to be quiet while in the gardens.

"I assure you nothing happened in the garden. Lord Debling was helping me with animal sounds, nothing more," she assured the two women. "I bid you a good night,"

The first servant giggled while leaving her chambers. "I didn't realize there was such an animal with the Lord's name,"

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Wither | Lord Debling

Summary: Y/N knows how to make Lord Debling wither.

Author's Note: He lives in my head rent-free.

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Lord Debling noticed the scent coming from Y/N as soon as she stepped into the study. His breath hitched in his throat as his mind wandered to another place. Her bedroom, more specifically. She wore it whenever they conducted their marital acts. He simply thought it was a coincidence until he saw a smirk plastered on her pretty face. The little minx knew the game she was playing and winning.

"Are you ready, my Lord? Shall I notify Charles of our departure?" She asked, referencing the carriage driver. She leaned over the desk and placed a hand on his forehead. He turned to look at her. A playful look in his eyes. His light eyes looked down at her chest. It was as if he was hypnotized.

"No need, my dear. Just simply caught off guard by the perfume you chose to wear tonight," he answered and cleared his throat. He went back to rummaging on his desk, accidentally knocking over some papers on the floor.

She smiled and dropped to her knees. Y/N started to collect some of the fallen papers. "If I am not mistaken, I believe you bought it for me on one of your travels,"

"My wife's memory is impeccable as always," he complimented and leaned down to pick up some of his work. "Yet I am curious as to why you chose this evening to wear it and not when you normally do,"

Y/N leaned in close to his ear. Her hot breath was felt on his neck and ear. Lord Debling shuddered. His eyes fluttered close and he inhaled sharply. This was always a sensitive area for him.

"I must assure you my actions have no malicious intent," she whispered. Her free hand ran over the whiskers on his face. "Although, if you so choose, we can skip tonight's ball and perform how we do when I wear this perfume,"

The noble Lord inhaled deeply. His thoughts ran away from him again. His Lady Debling on her knees before him. The ball did seem pointless to attend. They were newlyweds, after all. An heir was expected from them.

A knock on the door quickly brought the Lord and Lady to their senses. Lord Debling grabbed the papers and threw them on the desk. She stood up and sat on the couch nearby. Her hand on the arm of the couch while her head placed on her hand. Charles walked into the room.

"The carriage is ready for departure, my Lord," Charles told him. Lord Debling had to think of something fast to get out of his engagement.

"I am afraid the Lady has fallen ill. We will be staying in tonight. Please ensure that no one disturbs us in here," Lord Debling ordered. Lady Debling looked down to hide her smile.

"Yes, sir. Shall I fetch the doctor for Lady Debling or-"

Lord Debling cut him off. "That won't be necessary. I will see to it myself that she gets the proper care she deserves. Take the night off, Charles,"

"Thank you, my Lord. Good night," Charles bid his farewell. He closed the door behind him. The newlyweds were left alone. Y/N could feel her husband staring at the back of her head.

"Is my wife pleased? She gets me all to herself," he spoke. Lady Debling blushed. His chair scooted away from his desk. The ruffling of clothes could be heard behind her. Within moments, he stood before her only in his breeches.

"What new wife wouldn't want their husband to themselves?" She asked back. He smiled at her answer. The woman had a certain charm to her. "On the couch, my Lord,"

He followed her simple orders by sitting comfortably on the couch. His back rested towards the back as both feet sat firmly on the ground. Still new to her calling the shots, he couldn't say he hated it. On the contrary, Lord Debling enjoyed coming home to a wife who wanted to make him wither.

Lady Debling straddled his hips. Her hands rubbed up and down his chest. He inhaled deeply as her fingers brushed against his hairy chest. She kissed down to his neck. The hitch in his breathing helped her find his spot. His wife made sure to pepper it with kisses and nips.

Alfred squirmed and grabbed her hips. He moved himself between her legs. His clothed hard on brushing between her folds. The rough fabric hitting a spot that made her squirm. She elevated herself on her knees. A few shaky breaths while she calmed her nerves.

"Be patient, my Alfred. Be patient," she ordered. Once he nodded, Y/N lowered herself to the floor. He leaned down to kiss her lips. Her fingers mingled in his hair. Her kisses went south to his neck, chest, and finally, his stomach. Lady Debling started to remove his pants.

Alfred lifted his hips up to assist her. His pants fell to his ankles. Pre-cum rested at the tip of his length. She rested her arms on his parted legs. Her head brought closer to his waiting dick.

Her hand grabbed him around the head and slowly worked its way down. Alfred gasped and shifted again. It was hard to control himself. He licked his lips.

"Do I have to tie you down, Alfred?" She teased and leaned in. The tip of her tongue started at the base of his shaft. Slowly, she worked her tongue up to the head. Only pausing briefly to circle her tongue around his head.

The noises that came from her head made her smile. Lady Debling repeated the same actions several times. Licking different sides of his penis and paying special attention to the head.

She grabbed the base once more. Their eyes locked. She kissed the tip of his length before slowly taking him in her mouth. His mouth dropped open as he watched himself disappear in her mouth. Lord Debling bit his lip and moaned.

"My lady," Lord Debling moaned. He bucked his hips slightly. Her pace picked up as Alfred's pleasure built up. He felt his orgasm coming. "I'm... I'm going to,"

Lady Debling pulled away. He whined at the loss of pleasure. Maybe another time he could finish down her throat. His chest rose and fell as his lungs tried to catch their breath.

"When we have an heir," she told him as if she could read his mind. Y/N stood up and removed her dress. She left it on the floor. He admired her beauty as the moonlight shined on her body. A natural beauty.

Lady Debling straddled his lap once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Alfred grabbed one of her breasts. His tongue worked her nipple causing it to pucker. His other hand worked her other breast. His thumb swirled around her sensitive nipple.

While teasing her, she didn't notice his hand sliding down between her legs. Y/N called his name the moment he started to tease her clit. She gasped and moaned. Her hips slid her over his fingers. When she was wet, he started to tease her entrance.

They built her up to take him. One finger at a time until she was able to take three of him comfortably. His fingers curled inside of her. Each curl withdrew a moan from her.

"Take me, please. I can't take anymore," he begged and removed his fingers from her sex. Between the teasing and her sounds, Alfred had enough. Y/N barely registered the words that fell from his lips.

Their lips locked as she slid down on him. Alfred pulled her bottom lip with his teeth. His hands slid down to her waist. Their pleasure picked up the moment she started to grind on him.

"Oh, Alfred," she moaned. He thrusted his hips up towards her as she came down. His hand slapped her bottom softly, causing them both to gasp. She clenched around him. He swore he felt heaven.

"Oh, Y/N," he groaned. Her pace started to pick up. His thrusts became stronger. With a few more pleasured sounds, he came inside of her. His body spasmed slightly. She came after him. He leaned back on the couch. The high of his orgasm coming in waves.

She remained in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder. Alfred kissed her forehead softly. He cupped her cheek. His thumb caressed her cheek.

"My initial analysis of your character served true. You can make me wither,"

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The Lord's Lady (Part One)

Pairing: Lord Debling x Reader Word Count: 950 Description: The first time you laid eyes on Lord Debling

Massive thank you to @madhatterbri who came up with the basic idea for this story and some of the dialog I appreciate you more than I can say! ___________ You were always a dutiful daughter, doing everything asked of you by your parents. Even deciding to care for them in their older age rather than looking for a husband after your first year on the marriage mart. Everyone in the ton remarked on how thoughtful you were, while others whispered how foolish it was to chose to be a spinster. You parents had maids and such to care for them, but you were insistent that it be you. As an only child they gave you everything your heart desired if they possibly could.

It wasn’t often you attended balls without your parents, but the most recent one was being held by Lady Danbury. Your best friend Lucille invited you along with your cousin to attend with her family when your parents decided to stay in for the night. You were given permission so long as the two of you stayed close near Lucille’s parents, which you readily agreed.

As always, the ball was a stunning event, everything was picture perfect right down to the littlest detail. All of ladies in gorgeous gowns while the gentlemen were dressed in their best attire. Staying close to Lucille and your cousin, the three of you chatted in hushed tones watching the dancing.

Letting your eyes drift around the room you spotted a man standing over by a large statue observing it. He was completely oblivious to the many a female gaze upon him as he enjoyed his drink and the art picture he was looking at.

“You should go and speak with Lord Debling”

“What?”

Looking at your best friend who gave you a slight nudge from behind a smile on her face. Your cousin had stepped away for a moment to freshen up, so it was just the two of you.

“I couldn’t possibly go speak with him Lucy I was just admiring his outfit the colors are so rich.”

“Y/n, I know of you better than any other and I know you were not merely looking at the Lord’s attire. He’s into nature, the likes of which I know you enjoy some besides how often are you out and not caring for your parents? It will hurt not a thing if you were to go and speak with him.”

“I’m uncertain.”

“Then accompany me over to speak with him.”

Your arms linked as the two of you aimlessly wandered the ball soon making your way to where Lord Debling stood admiring a painting. “Good evening, Lord Debling.”

Lucille said in a soft two your breath catching when you got a full view of his face, a polite incline of his head.

“Good evening, Miss Lovett, and forgive me miss for I know not your name.”

“Good evening my Lord I’m Y/L/N.”

Bowing your head in greeting the three of you became engaged in a conversation regarding the painting.

“Forgive me for interrupting you my lord but my mama is searching for me I shall return in just a moment.”

Turning towards your friend, she insisted you stay and that she would be right back so hesitantly you agreed.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before.”

“You would be right my lord I usually only attend with my mama and papa, but they stayed in tonight. I’m here with the Lovett family and my cousin, it’s not my usual scene to be honest with you.”

A soft heat rising to your cheeks when you realized how quickly you were speaking.

“My apologizes I know not why my mouth ran away from me.”

“That’s alright I find it refreshing to hear one’s thoughts unhinged and honest.”

The soft smile he gave caused an eruption of butterflies to fill your stomach as he asked you about your family. Lucille stood afar watching with delight as she observed yourself and Lord Debling chatting, when your cousin returned, she frowned.

“Where’s y/n?”

“I left her with an eligible bachelor someone who will hopefully see her for the wonderful person she is.”

“Oh really who may that be?”

“Lord Debling.”

“Do not jest me Lucille.”

“I do not jest he’s a good man who could provide y/n with the future she deserves, I’ve heard round the ton of his kindness and wealth. She’d be set for all the rest of her days should she and Lord Debling ever become an item.”

“Her parents have expressed we stay away from him ever since they ran into him while in the park, her mama and papa will not be pleased. This could very well be her last event this season should they get word of this.”

Lucille turned her attention to your cousin, her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched her.

“Do you not wish for y/n to be happy? Provided for? This is her third year on the marriage mart and she has chosen to care for her parents instead of look for a husband. If they won’t help her then I will, she’s my dear friend and I care for her happiness. I think that could be provided to her through Lord Debling if anything he is a good man, he may travel but she’ll have her peace and freedom to continue carrying for her parents. But with a place to escape when all becomes too much for her.”

Looking away from Lucille’s eyes your cousin watched you laughing with Lord Debling, the two of you both with matching smiles.

“Alright I’ll refrain from saying anything but know this should her parents find out; I will not be responsible for any trouble that comes her way. I love her I want her happy if you think this can happen than I will be supportive.”