#sienna rosso

[allonnotion]

Hunger Games: Bridgerton Edition

with the release of season 3 part 1, i put the characters into the simulator. here are some moments from this chaotic season:

and the winner is...

here are the results:

honestly, this is wild. like-

the simulator link

hunger games simulator masterlist

[imnotaacat]

I Can Not Do It Without You.

husband!Anthony x fem reader wife.

— Summary: You have been married to Anthony for a year, and you are about to give birth to your first baby. However, after overhearing a conversation between his younger brothers, Benedict and Colin, it makes you doubt whether your marriage is prosperous and honest, which leads to an early and complicated birth.

— Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, fluff at the end, no use of Y/n, mentions of deception. (I think that's all)

A/n: English is not my native language, sorry if something is written wrong, I hope everything can be understood. :)

“It’s funny that she thinks Anthony is still in love with her.” You heard Colin’s voice behind the door, followed by Benedict’s laughter.

That was enough for you to ask the footman accompanying you to prepare the carriage, you would return home. Since a few weeks ago you suspected that Anthony was cheating on you, the last few weeks he began to go out more often with his younger brothers, and of course, there was nothing wrong with it, but it happened every night and he always returned at dawn. And you, who were about to give birth, only wanted to feel protected, cared for by him, but you felt the opposite, he simply left, leaving you completely alone.

“My dear, won’t you stay for dinner with us?” Someone asked behind you, it was your mother-in-law, Violet. “Oh, I really appreciate it, you must excuse me, but I would like to have dinner with my husband.” Violet smiled. “Don’t worry dear, it’s okay, give him my regards.” You nodded and walked to your carriage, the footman helped you get in.

Once home, you entered and began to climb the stairs, as fast as your belly allowed you.

“Honey, you're back, I was waiting for you for dinner.” Your beloved husband's voice said with his beautiful smile at the bottom of the stairs. Something inside your chest stirred. You smiled.

“Oh dear husband, I apologize, but I've already had dinner with your mother and brothers.” You said, he smiled, he loved the way you got along with his family, he couldn't have chosen a better wife. I apologize for not accompanying you, but I feel very tired. — He nodded again.

“Don't worry, rest, I'll be with you in a few moments.” You nodded. You finished climbing the stairs that led to the room you shared, you asked your maid for some help to undress. Once you were ready, you got into the sheets of your bed, but you couldn't even close your eyes. Thirty minutes later you heard your husband's footsteps coming up the stairs, you settled down with your back to the door and closed your eyes pretending to be asleep. You listened to his footsteps and movements around the room, a few minutes later you felt the mattress sink and then the warmth of his body, he placed his hand on your belly, kissed your temple, and got ready to sleep.

About an hour later, he was finally fast asleep, you got out of your bed and left the room making as little noise as possible, you went down the stairs and headed towards his study, you placed the candle you were carrying on his desk and you got ready to look for something, something that would help you, something that would give you a clue about something. And as the saying goes, “Curiosity killed the cat.” In one of the drawers of his desk, you found several newspapers. As you skimmed through them you noticed something. They all had an ad for an opera concert and all of them had one name repeated: “Sienna Rosso.” You didn’t know whether to be happy for having found what you were looking for or to cry for what you had found. The second to last ad was dated two days ago, the last time Anthony had gone out, and the last ad was dated two days from now. You put everything back the way it was, closed the door to the study, and headed back to your room. To your relief, Anthony was still fast asleep.

“Good morning,” you said, announcing your entrance to the dining room. Anthony smiled. “Good morning, dear. Did you rest?” He asked. You nodded, at that moment the maids came in with their breakfast trays, so they began to eat, leaving a comfortable silence in between. — You know… yesterday I saw an announcement, about an opera concert— You spoke breaking the silence and lifting your face to look at him, he already did. — I heard that the girl is very good, I think her name is Sienna… yes Sienna Rosso— Anthony coughed. — And well, I would like to find out for myself, and why not with my dear husband? The concert is in two days, so, could we go? — You asked with a nice smile, Anthony quickly nodded.

“Sure, why not, I have a little work, but I will do it in these two days, so we can go out.” You nodded with a smile.

During those days when the long-awaited night arrived, Anthony, no matter how much he wanted to concentrate on his work, couldn't do it. The only thing he had in mind was your request, but rather, the way you asked for it, your look when you asked him, during their first year of marriage, he had noticed that whenever you asked him for something there was a special sparkle in your eyes, however, that morning he couldn't see it, instead there was something else, your gaze had something dark in it.

When the agreed time and day arrived, you went down the stairs while he went up, you were wearing a Bridgerton blue dress, white gloves, and a pretty pearl necklace, he praised how pretty you looked, he asked you for a moment so he could get ready and go out with you.

Once at the theater, you asked to sit up front, and he accepted without arguing anything, minutes later the concert started, and boy was the girl good, she was wonderful, out of the corner of your eye you noticed that throughout the act Anthony looked at the stage a couple of times, most of the time he saw you, the floor and the ceiling, and of course, anyone would say it was romantic, but you knew it was guilt.

Once the concert was over you told Anthony that you needed to go to the bathroom, he nodded and joined another group of men who greeted him happily.

“Miss Sienna, someone is waiting for you in your dressing room.” A voice said behind the girl as she walked off the stage, she smiled and thanked him with a nod. Finally, Anthony had returned. However, he froze when he saw a female silhouette in his dressing room, you were with your back to her. You were looking at each of her outfits with a smile, and from time to time you touched the fabrics with your hands what caught her attention the most was your belly, you could give birth at any moment, even now.

“Were you hoping to see the Viscount?” You asked still with your back turned, you only heard a low “Excuse me?” before turning to look at her. — I asked if you were hoping to see Anthony. — You asked again, Sienna was surprised that you called him by his name, but it was logical, you were his wife. Seeing that she had no answer you sighed and spoke again. — I know he has come to see you frequently, so I wanted to meet the woman who fucks my husband. — You said with a forced smile on your lips. Sienna smiled back, she didn't expect the Viscount's wife to be like this, she imagined a silly girl, but no, you were different, you were direct. At that moment something occurred to her, something that would make Anthony come back to her again.

“Yeah well, Anthony comes here often, he even comes with his brothers.” He said with a smile. You just nodded, but anger was growing inside you, how could she call him by his first name? — You know, it's nice that he comes to see me at my concerts but to attend with his wife... it's very bold.” She said with a smile.

“Sienna... I was the one who suggested he come, he came simply because I asked him to accompany me, if he had wanted... or rather... been able to, he would have stayed in his studio.” You saw how Sienna's face fell.

Seriously Anthony had stopped loving her? Just like that? After you two got married he paid you one last visit, where he made it clear that you would never have another meeting. In exchange for various favors, she was able to arrange for several Lords and Dukes to meet Anthony at the theater or places where she would perform. She knew that once they were alone, Anthony would come back to her. Her surprise came when he didn't even look at her, or even notice her presence, and she was accompanied by her brothers. Every time she passed by his place, she heard how wonderful his wife was and how much he was in love with her.

“Listen to me-“ She began to speak, calling you by your name, but you interrupted her.

“For you, I am Lady Bridgerton,” you said. Anthony heard it and went to the place where your voice came from. He noticed that you hadn't returned from the bathroom, so he decided to make sure everything was okay. He followed your voice, down that path that he had walked so many times a few years ago. — You can fuck Anthony as many times as you want, it's fine, but listen to me, I'll be the only one that Anthony will present as his wife, I'll be the one who will have his children, his heir, my children will carry his blood, my children and I will be the ones who will wait for him at night to have dinner, I'll be the one who will see him walking arm in arm through the parks, while you... you will simply meet him at night, when everyone is already home, you will stay in the dark, hiding, making sure that no one can see you. — Sienna was definitely speechless, after hearing everything you had said, you were right, he would never leave you for her. Anthony, who had heard everything while walking towards you, was proud to hear what you had said, you didn't even raise your voice, much less attack her to leave her speechless.

“Whatever you say Anthony loves me-“ Once again she was interrupted, this time by Anthony's voice.

“For you, I am Lord Bridgerton, I will never allow you to call me by my name again, our relationship ended a long time ago, Miss Rosso, and that day I made it very clear to you that I would never return to you again.” You smiled at the look on Sienna’s face in front of your husband’s back. — If you will excuse us, the Viscountess and I must retire, good night, Miss Rosso. — He said, giving you his arm so that you could walk with him, and said goodbye to the friends who were still there.

Anthony helped you get into the carriage and once inside silence reigned between you, you were sitting face to face, so Anthony could see how your eyes began to get brighter and tears began to appear in your eyes. He felt guilty, guilty because he was the reason for those tears.

“Honey I-” He started to speak but you interrupted him. “I don’t want to hear anything Anthony.” He nodded. Once at home he helped you get out of the carriage and both of you climbed the stairs that led to his room.

“Marie, please tidy my room, I’ll be staying there tonight.” Your maid nodded and took from both of your rooms the things she would use at that moment and the next day to get ready, you heard a sigh from Anthony, and then his footsteps moving away towards the master bedroom, so you did the same, but in the opposite direction, before reaching your room you felt a pang in your lower belly, you grabbed the wall, Anthony turned and walked towards you when he heard your moan. “I’m fine” You told him when you heard his strides towards you, he stopped and nodded, but as far as he could see after you closed the door, he noticed that you were holding on to the wall as you walked.

Anthony wanted to talk to you, he wanted to tell you that it was all a misunderstanding, his affair with Sienna had ended a long time ago, even long before the two of you got married. Unable to fall asleep, he went down to his study and made himself a drink, then sat down at his desk hoping to be able to concentrate a little and even distract himself from what was going on with his work. He didn't even notice when he fell asleep at his desk.

“Mr. Bridgerton! Mr. Bridgerton please wake up.” When he opened his eyes he felt disoriented. “Mr. Bridgerton” The woman made a small bow. “Lady Bridgerton has gone into labor, but she is in very bad shape,” the maid said just as she heard a scream coming from the upper part of the house. — We have already sent for your mother, the Duke, and the Duchess, the young lady asked for it, and the doctor and the midwife are already with the lady. — The girl spoke as she followed Anthony up the stairs, another scream came from your room, with long strides he arrived at your room, and he saw you there, screaming and writhing in pain, and then he was nineteen again, panic began to bloom in him.

“Lord Bridgerton, the baby is not in position, I need to know what to do, save the baby, or save your wife.” Another scream from you was heard. “I told you to save my son.” You screamed with difficulty. — The decision must be made by the lord. — The doctor spoke. And one more scream was heard.

“Save them both,” Anthony spoke. “Sir, we will try, but-” Anthony interrupted him. “I told you to save my wife and my son,” Anthony screamed. — Yes sir, we will do our best.” And once again the doctor entered your room. Tears began to sting his eyes, just at that moment the doors of his house opened, it was Simon, his mother, and his brothers.

“Simon, Colin, and Benedict stay with Anthony, Daphne comes with me” Violet said as everyone went up the stairs. “Everything will be okay dear, I promise,” Violet said before entering your room with Daphne. The screams were getting louder, and his brothers didn't know what to do, or how to comfort him, Simon was already a father, of course, but none of Daphne's births had been like that, they didn't know what to do.

“Anthony, everything will be okay, your wife is a strong woman” Benedict spoke. There was silence. “It's my fault.” Anthony spoke. “She found out about Sienna, she noticed that I was leaving at night and she thinks I've cheated on her.”

“But it’s not like that, you ended your relationship with that woman, we have been with you so that you could avoid this.” Colin spoke, and Anthony nodded. “And I thank you, I should have told you what was going on” Anthony said, his head down. “I don’t know how you found out, but two days ago she asked me to go to the concert tonight, she had an argument with Sienna, and then when we got back home, she asked to have her bedroom fixed, she complained of pain, I should have insisted that she sleep in our bedroom, I should have stayed awake to take care of her.” Anthony spoke. Your screams still hadn’t stopped, they could hear the voices of the midwife, her mother, and Daphne asking you to push.

Anthony looked at his watch, it was almost five in the morning, and the fear he felt was from another world, he didn’t know what was going on in there, he only heard your screams. The four men were desperate, they knew there were only two options. Finally, the cry of a baby, their baby was heard behind the door, the four men looked at each other, then looked at the door, Daphne came out with the baby in her arms wrapped in a blanket. “He’s a cute little boy” she said with a smile, putting the baby in Anthony’s arms, he smiled. “Daphne, how is she?” Simon asked, Daphne just lowered her head.

“Daphne, how is my wife?” Anthony asked. “She is not well Anthony, she lost a lot of blood, she has a high fever, and the doctor does not know if she will survive.” Anthony sighed, he was happy for the birth of his son of course, but at the same time the love of his life was between life and death, he could not do it without her.

“My lady, stay with me, do not close your eyes.” the voices of the maids were heard, alarming everyone who was outside. “She cannot die” Anthony said finally letting the tears come out, hugging his little son.

It had been a week since you had given birth, and the fever and bleeding had stopped, however, you were still weak, you still had no strength, and you spent your time in your room. Violet and Daphne had asked to stay home with you, to help you and Anthony.

“Anthony dear,” Violet spoke entering her son's bedroom, Anthony was playing with Edmund, they had agreed to name him in honor of his father if they had a boy. “You should talk to your wife, I don't know what's wrong Anthony, but it's like she's rejecting her son.” Violet paused. — The only moment she is with him is when she breastfeeds her son, that's not good, you're doing an excellent job as a father, but this baby also needs his mother. — Anthony nodded, left his little one in the bassinet next to his bed, and called a maid to keep an eye on the baby. Leaving with his mother he went to your room, opened the door, and could see you, after a long time, you were looking out the window with your back to him, you had your hair down, a silk robe, you looked very beautiful.

“Love…” Anthony said. There was a pause, he expected you to say something or at least turn to look at him, but it wasn't like that, you continued looking at the window. “Since we met I noticed your desire to be a mother… But now that we have our son, you… you reject him.” Anthony doubted if he was using the right words, he didn't want to be hard on you, so you lowered your gaze to your lap. “What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything.” There was a long silence for his liking, or rather, for the moment you were in.

“I don't want him to get used to me.” You spoke and finally turning to look at him, Anthony looked at you confused. “I’m dying Anthony, just look at me.” And yes, you looked a little haggard, you had lost a little weight, but nothing that a little food couldn’t fix. “Besides…” You paused. “I’m scared Anthony, I’m scared of being just like my mother.” You finally burst into tears, Anthony was a little surprised, you had known each other for a little over a year and a half, and he had never seen you cry like this, or rather he had never seen you cry, it was a little difficult for you to show your emotions one hundred percent. Because of how you grew up, your parents never showed any kind of love between them, nor to you or your siblings, you and your siblings were raised for society, with no laughter or exaggerated emotions, just enough, if you wanted to cry or express your emotions you had to be completely alone, no one could see you like this or they would call you exaggerated. Anthony took a few steps to be closer to you and wrapped you in his arms. “You’re not dying, sweetheart… you’re not a bad mother either… Do you think I don’t notice how you play with Gregory or Hyacinth? Or how do you interact with Augui?” Anthony spoke, you smiled remembering how good it felt to play or spend time with them. Anthony pulled you away from his chest so you could look into each other’s eyes, he cupped your face in his hands, and with his thumbs, he wiped your tears away. “You’re nothing like your mother… but if you keep acting that way… rejecting your son, you’ll be just like her.” You nodded and hugged him again, he also hugged you back, and kissed the top of your head, both of you stayed in that position for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry.” You said, separating from the hug. — Not just for this… also for what happened a few days ago at the theater, I shouldn’t have acted that way. — Anthony shook his head.

“The one who should apologize is me.” He said take your hands. — I wasn’t honest with you, I should have told you what was going on because I went out every night… somehow that woman made all the business be handled in those places, I asked Colin and Benedict to accompany me, just to avoid this, but I should have told you too. — You noticed the sincerity in his words and the regret in his eyes.

“You should have told me, of course, but I acted recklessly, I should have talked to you before, can you imagine the scandal it would have been if someone else had heard? Can you imagine if it had been Wistledown?” Anthony laughed.

“But I must admit, you acted better than I would have acted if I had been in your place.” They both laughed. “But you know… I’m a little curious to know how you knew?” Anthony asked.

“Well… I heard your brothers saying it was funny that she thought you were still in love… and well, you know what happened.” Anthony laughed. “Instead of helping me, they sink my head into the mud.” There was a silence between you. “It’s nice to be with you again,” Anthony said. — But I think you should meet someone… Give me a moment. — Anthony left the room, and a few seconds later he entered the room again, but this time with the baby in his arms, you smiled when you saw him, the tender image of your husband with your baby would be an image that would stay in your mind and heart for a lifetime.

Anthony walked over to you, pulling you close and helping you carry your baby. You finally allowed yourself to see your baby's face, you knew it was too soon to say it, but he was a lot like Anthony.

“Hey baby, you look so cute today.” You said the little baby let out a small laugh. Both you and Anthony smiled at it. You definitely scolded yourself for depriving yourself of this thing you had always wanted.

Anthony guided you to the bed so you could get some rest, despite everything, he knew you were still a little weak, Anthony placed himself right next to you so you could lean on him, and you stayed like that, he held you close, while you held your little baby close.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me” — Anthony said while smiling at you.

You two definitely, unexpectedly changed each other's lives. You both knew that nothing and no one could separate you or hurt you after this day.

I would also like you to give advice or recommendations. I hope it's not too long or boring. I would appreciate your comments. 💗

[cinnamoodles]

what are ur favorite anthony bridgerton five

hi! i'm assuming this says fics, and i am SO HONOURED that you trust me to recommend my favourite fics to you!

first up… the amazing and fantastic @fayes-fics, one of THE MOST skilled writers alive. she never misses!

some of my personal favs from her are:

➥ a beneficial arrangement [ ⭐️ ]

a marriage pact with a viscount. what could possibly go wrong?

➥ rescue and ruin

anthony rescues something for you… and it will likely lead to your ruin.

➥ the friends+ series

modern AU. series of fics that feature anthony & journalist!reader’s burgeoning relationship.

those are just a few of my favorites, but READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST! you will not regret it, promise.

secondly, a series of fics by the wonderfully talented @rubysunnday, and once again, be sure to read all of her masterlist!

➥ take my hand

as much as y/n appreciates anthony’s matchmaking efforts, it’s hard to accept them when he’s the only man she wants. luckily for her, a fall in the lake allows her to voice her feelings in more ways than one

➥ a long, long time

y/n has waited a long, long time for anthony bridgerton to finally decide to get married. but by the time he finally decides to find a wife, y/n has run out of time and anthony is suddenly faced with losing her to someone else.

➥ it’s a bad idea, me and you [ ⭐️ ]

y/n was ready to give her entire heart to anthony bridgerton. only for him to shove her aside in favour for sienna rosso. but, now, sienna is gone and despite what y/n keeps telling herself - anthony truly does own her heart.

now, for the queen of the modern!anthony au, @eleanor-bradstreet! some of my favorites from her are…

➥ gala

you attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.

➥ locked out

when you find yourselves locked out of your house in the middle of the night, anthony has some ideas for how you can kill time.

➥ take me instead [ ⭐️ ]

you and anthony find yourselves in the middle of a bank robbery on an ill-fated day.

next we have @colettebronte, BRIDGERTON SMUT AUNTIE HERSELF WOOO!

(warning, these fics are VERY mature, and include BDSM and other possibly triggering material).

➥ rise and breathe

newly arrived back in london after a long journey across the mediterranean sea, you encounter a pathetically drunk viscount bridgerton the night he is rejected by sienna rosso. after a sobering morning on all counts, you sense that he is indeed lost and in need of a new purpose and direction. through submission and service, he may just find it.

➥ what (who) are you doing on new year’s eve?

a mysterious benefactor invites you to ring in the New Year with them.

➥ kinktober day ten: blindfolded

your tenth evening with your client. day ten for kinktober. I’m going with two prompts tonight, blindfolded and massage.

finally, we have some individual fics that stole my heart.

➥ diamonds and pearls by @multiharlot

diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage.

➥ enamoured by @dreamwritesimagines

everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst. yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. they had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight. regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss. that assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though. you were nowhere near ready.

➥ right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch

you and anthony have been in love with one another from the moment you met, but it seems as though nothing will ever happen between you. after you catch the attention of another gentleman, he realizes perhaps it's time to finally do something about his feelings.

➥ right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

the only way he could rationally find a suitable wife was by removing love from the equation all together. courtship was game of jumping through hoops he really did not want to play, and he was a viscount. surely there would be a father with a more than suitable daughter he could simply ask for your hand and get it. or the one where your arranged marriage with anthony bridgerton isn’t a loving marriage… until it is.

➥ melt away by @healmydesires

the night you give your love and body to your husband.

➥ sham, pride, and illicit affairs by @peeterparkr

or, the story of how you rejected his proposal because you once loved him.

➥ enchanted by @imthebadguyyy

you and anthony don’t need words to converse.

➥ better man by @midnightfictionlibrary

anthony must rectify his rakish ways and wed, but he has a lot to think over if he doesn’t want to lose his dearest friend forever. 

➥ no longer in denial by @iwritefandomimagines

anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.

➥ the language of flowers by @cinnamoodles (shameless self plug)

you and anthony have been friends for as long as you can remember, but what happens when his world turns upside down? will he open his heart and let the woman silently pining for him in?

AHH ok that was it, and these are the bridgerton fics i love with all of my soul. thank you so much for your ask, it was so nice to see all these wonderful fics again.

xo, lottie !

[yourmomsawh0r3]

the garden

anthony bridgerton x female reader

The ballroom glittered with candlelight and the murmur of polite conversation filled the air. Y/N moved through the crowd with grace, a vision in her deep purple gown. Tonight's ball was one of the grandest of the season, hosted by the Bridgertons themselves, and every eligible lady and gentleman of the ton was in attendance. The eldest Bridgerton, Anthony, had a reputation that preceded him a rake through and through, with a notorious string of mistresses, the latest being the opera singer, Sienna Rosso.

Anthony Bridgerton stood near the entrance, greeting guests with practiced charm. As he glanced across the room, his eyes landed on Y/N. She walked in with an air of confidence, her gown a striking shade of deep purple that accentuated her every feature. His heart skipped a beat, an unusual reaction for a man known for his composure.

He found himself wondering what she might smell like tonight. Lilacs, perhaps, he mused. It seemed to suit her, a delicate yet captivating fragrance. As she moved through the crowd, her eyes caught his, and he felt a strange pull, as if the room had suddenly become smaller and she was the only one in it.

Y/N found herself in the company of her friends, who were eagerly discussing the night's prospects. Despite the glittering environment and charming faces, Y/N’s thoughts were clouded. She had seen Anthony Bridgerton earlier in the evening, his eyes lingering a bit too long on several ladies. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her a few nights ago, and she had followed him, only to see him disappearing into a house that was clearly not his own. The scandalous whispers about Sienna Rosso had turned out to be true, and it only solidified Y/N's opinion of him as a rake.

As if summoned by her thoughts, Anthony Bridgerton appeared at her side, bowing with impeccable manners. "Miss Y/N," he greeted, his eyes warm but guarded.

"Lord Bridgerton," she replied coolly, offering him the barest of curtsies.

"May I have the pleasure of this dance?" he asked, his tone smooth.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. "Of course."

As they moved to the dance floor and began to waltz, Anthony’s grip was firm but not overbearing. "I believe we have not had the pleasure of a conversation before tonight, Miss Y/N."

"That is correct," she said, her eyes not meeting his. "Though one hears enough in the drawing rooms of the ton."

Anthony raised an eyebrow, clearly catching her meaning. "One must not believe everything one hears," he said lightly, though his eyes sharpened.

"Indeed," Y/N replied, not bothering to mask her sarcasm.

The dance passed with strained civility, and when it ended, they parted with polite nods. But throughout the evening, Y/N found her gaze drifting towards Anthony, and more often than not, he was watching her too. She told herself it was merely curiosity.

The weeks that followed were filled with similar encounters. They argued over trivial matters at every gathering, each encounter leaving Y/N more convinced of Anthony’s rakish nature and Anthony more intrigued by the spirited woman who seemed immune to his charms.

One evening, Y/N was standing alone on the terrace, enjoying a moment of solitude, when she heard footsteps. She turned to see Anthony approaching. "Miss Y/N," he said, his voice softer than usual.

"Lord Bridgerton," she acknowledged, her tone guarded.

"Why do you despise me so?" he asked bluntly, stepping closer.

Y/N’s eyes flashed. "You think very highly of yourself if you believe I spend my time despising you, my lord."

Anthony’s mouth twitched. "I think you are avoiding the question."

Y/N took a deep breath. "I saw you. With Sienna Rosso. Late at night."

Anthony’s expression hardened. "You were following me?"

"Purely by chance," she lied. "And what I saw only confirmed what I had heard."

"Perhaps you did not see the entire story," he said, his voice tight. "Sienna and I are no longer... involved."

"Oh, how convenient," she said, turning away.

Anthony stepped in front of her, forcing her to look at him. "Believe what you will, Miss Y/N. But I assure you, I am not the man you think I am."

She wanted to argue, but the intensity in his eyes made her pause. Before she could find her words, she turned and fled into the garden, needing space to clear her tumultuous thoughts.

The night air was cool and the garden was quiet, a stark contrast to the noisy ballroom. She wandered deeper into the maze of hedges and flowers, her anger and confusion bubbling to the surface. When she heard footsteps behind her, she spun around, ready to berate whoever had followed her.

Anthony stood there, breathing heavily as if he had run. "Y/N," he said, his voice raw. "Please, listen to me."

She shook her head, tears of frustration prickling her eyes. "Why do you care what I think?"

"Because I care about you," he said, stepping closer. "More than I can explain."

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then, driven by a force neither of them could control, Anthony closed the distance between them and kissed her.

It was not a gentle kiss. It was fueled by weeks of frustration, misunderstandings, and an undeniable attraction. Y/N’s hands found their way to his shoulders, and she kissed him back with equal fervor.

The world seemed to fall away as they lost themselves in each other. Anthony’s hands were in her hair, pulling her closer, and Y/N felt a fire ignite within her. They stumbled backwards until Y/N’s back hit a tree, and Anthony’s lips moved to her neck, trailing kisses that made her shiver.

Their breathing was heavy, and for a moment, they simply held each other, the intensity of their emotions leaving them both stunned. Anthony pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice rough. "I want you to know, I am serious about you. I want more than just this."

Y/N’s heart raced as she looked into his eyes, seeing sincerity and vulnerability that she had never expected. "I... I believe you," she whispered back, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

He kissed her again, softer this time, and she felt herself melt into him. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other’s arms under the starlit sky, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

The garden became their refuge, a place where arguments turned to understanding, and dislike blossomed into a love neither had anticipated. And when they returned to the ballroom, hand in hand, it was clear to everyone that Anthony Bridgerton had finally met his match.

As they made their way through the crowd, Anthony pulled Y/N close and whispered in her ear, "We need to talk to my mother."

Her eyes widened, but she nodded. They found Violet Bridgerton near the refreshment table, her eyes lighting up as she saw them together.

"Mother," Anthony began, his voice steady. "I have an announcement to make."

Violet turned, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight of her son and Y/N together. "Anthony, what is it?"

Anthony squeezed Y/N’s hand and looked at his mother with a proud smile. "Miss Y/N has agreed to become my wife. We are engaged."

For a moment, there was silence as the words sank in. Then Violet’s face broke into a delighted smile, and she embraced them both. "Oh, Anthony! Y/N! This is wonderful news! I am so thrilled for you both."

The room erupted in applause as word of their engagement spread. Friends and family came forward to offer their congratulations, and Y/N felt overwhelmed by the warmth and acceptance she received from the Bridgerton family.

As the night wore on, Anthony and Y/N found themselves alone again, standing at the edge of the ballroom. He looked at her with a mixture of love and amazement. "I never thought I would find someone like you, Y/N. You have changed my life in ways I cannot even begin to describe."

She smiled, her heart full. "And you have changed mine, Anthony. I cannot wait to start our life together."

After the party, they went to Bridgerton House to formally announce their engagement to the rest of the family. The Bridgertons welcomed Y/N with open arms, and the house was filled with laughter and joy as they celebrated the upcoming union.

Violet took Y/N aside at one point, her eyes shining with happiness. "You are going to make a wonderful addition to this family, Y/N. I can see how much you and Anthony love each other, and I am so happy for you both."

Y/N felt tears of gratitude prick her eyes as she hugged Violet. "Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. Your support means the world to me."

As the night drew to a close, Anthony and Y/N found a quiet moment together, looking out over the grounds of Bridgerton House. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "This is just the beginning, Y/N. We have a lifetime of adventures ahead of us."

She leaned into him, feeling a profound sense of peace and contentment. "I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone else, Anthony."

With the moonlight casting a gentle glow over them, they stood together, knowing that they had found something truly special. Their journey had been unexpected and filled with challenges, but it had led them to a love

[alewritesfics]

Third time's the charm

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem! Reader

Word count: 826

Warnings: unedited, fluff I think

A/n: A short little fic but I hope you enjoy it!

It has been said that every person experiences 3 types of love in their lifetime.

Of course, that same person may fall in love numerous times throughout the years but there’s only 3 that stand out from the rest, 3 different experiences that impact you and form you into who you are today.

That was the case for Anthony Bridgerton.

The first one is, obviously, the first love. The young, puppy love. For Anthony, that was Sienna Rosso.

When Anthony saw the opera singer for the first time, he was immediately enchanted and thus started their love affair.

Unfortunately, it didn’t go anywhere seeing as Sienna was from the low class and Anthony, as the Viscount, has responsibilities he needed to uphold.

After Sienna, Anthony wasn’t planning on falling in love again. It was a new season, he was planning to marry not out of love but out of duty.

Then came the second love, the hard love. Kate Sharma.

Originally, he was planning on marrying her sister, Edwina, but along the way both Anthony and Kate fell in love. It was a bittersweet love. It was beautiful, Anthony had never felt like that before, they were happy…..until they weren’t.

They started to clash. Their personalities were too similar, they were both headstrong, stubborn. It was amusing at first and something Anthony enjoyed, at least that way he would never have a boring day in his life but when it came to serious matters, they could never agree on anything.

So little by little, the love they had for each other faded. It wasn’t anybody’s fault especially not Kate’s, of course not, Kate was an amazing woman. Sadly, it didn’t work.

After that, Anthony lost hope, he was 31 and not yet married. With Sienna it wasn’t possible, with Kate it didn’t work out and he wasn’t interested by any of the ladies of the ton, so what was he supposed to do now? How will he continue the Bridgerton bloodline?

“Hey there old man”

Anthony was snapped out of his thoughts, his eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to see your smiling face.

“What? Are you thinking of your failed love life?” You teased as you sat down beside him

Anthony rolled his eyes “I am not old” he scoffed “What are you doing here you little demon?”

“I beg to differ” you chuckle “I’m not a little demon, it seems you have forgotten but I’m a lady, old man”

He raised an eyebrow “Are you now? It’s hard to see with how much you act like a man”

You gasp offended “As if. Now I see why you’re alone, who on earth is able to stand you? I pity the woman that ends up marrying you in the future” you say

Anthony couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked at you with a fond look in his eyes “Oh no” he tuts “You may want to take back your words, you never know, maybe you will be the woman that ends up marrying me” he teased

You hit his shoulder again “Lord no, don’t even joke about that” you shudder

“Hey!” he exclaimed “There’s nothing wrong with me”

You hummed unconvinced “Sure there isn’t, that’s why you’re so lucky in the love department, Mr. Viscount Bridgerton” You taunt before you laughed

“Mother” Anthony calls out making your eyes widen “Y/n is making fun of my love life-“

“Shut up you!” you exclaim as you cover his mouth with your hand

Anthony looks down at your hand covering his mouth before he looks back up at you, letting out a laugh.

The third love, the unexpected love. Anthony wasn’t looking to fall in love again but it crept up on him little by little. He never expected it to be you, the girl he’s known practically his entire life, the woman he saw grow up, his best friend.

And yet, he couldn’t help the warm feeling on his chest whenever he saw you. How his heart fluttered when he saw you smiling because of him.

It's you. It has probably always been you. You were the one that has always been there for him, through his father’s death, through the fights with his siblings or his mother, through his affair with Sienna and his failed relationship with Kate and yet, you always stayed by his side even if you were 5 years younger than him, it didn’t matter.

He was thankful for his failed relationships in the past. Because they helped him grow into the person he was today. It helped him learn what to do and what not to. It helped him to know how to love you.

The first and second love definitely helped him, no matter how painful they ended up being, they ended up preparing him to find his way to you.

“Marry me” Anthony said as he looked up at you

He loved you, he was sure of it.

[thekatebridgerton]

An au where Kate meets Anthony while he's out with Gregory and due to a series of misunderstandings with Sienna Rosso about how many mistresses he has, Kate ends up thinking that Gregory is Anthony's illegitimate child.

Gregory the troll, of course completely confirms this and gets the rest of the family to pretend they all know about Anthony's 'son' who was adopted as his brother. Meanwhile Anthony is trying to convince Kate that he's not some reprobate who would have a kid and pawn it off to his mother to raise, but Gregory keeps affirming he's Anthony's son and his father is hiding the shameful truth. Benedict and Colin get a kick out of making the story as overblown as possible for Kate to angrily lecture Anthony. And Anthony's sisters affirm that yes, Anthony forced them to pretend Gregory is their brother because he's hiding his indescresions from the ton, like the villain he is

Now Kate doesn't want Anthony near her sister because what kind of man would have an illegitimate son and pass it off as his brother only to deny it when caught in the lie. Anthony's mother cannot be found to confirm or deny if Gregory is her kid or not ( she's in Scotland laughing at Anthony) meanwhile Gregory keeps trying to earn little orphan points with Kate by claiming his 'farther' just wants to marry quick in order to produce a legitimate heir and push Gregory away.

Kate is so outraged at how irresponsible Anthony is with his son, Anthony is ready to kill Gregory.

Anthony ' for the last time Kate, this is not my son '

Gregory ' dear father when will you stop denying the truth? I clearly look exactly like you' * wears Anthony haircut and mini Anthony clothes*

Kate ' what a reprobate, he's rejecting his son '

Anthony ' I said Greg is lying!!'

Meanwhile the Bridgertons are eating popcorn taking bets on how long it takes Kate to demand Anthony aknowledge Gregory as his heir, and agree to become Gregory's step mother

[newtonsheffield]

If you thought it possible, how do you think a meeting between Kate and Sienna might go down? Again post marriage. At a ball? At the Opera? Maybe at the modiste? Mutual respect? Hesitation? Curiosity?

Hmm I think the most curious thing would be where they would happen to run into each other. Siena probably wouldn’t be at a social function Kate was and I doubt if Anthony knew she was in the Opera he would take Kate. They might meet at the modiste, much to Madame Delacroix’s horror I think, she’d probably be hissing at Siena the moment she walked in.

“Lady Bridgerton is in there!”

Ultimately I think they’d be curious about one another more so than anything.

I think Kate likely knows about Siena, I don’t even think Anthony had to tell her. It was an open secret that she was Anthony’s mistress and I think Kate would perhaps wonder how similar they are. What was she like, this woman who had such a hold over Anthony he was willing to face the Ton’s scorn for.

And Siena I think would be even more curious than Kate. Anthony vowed he had in intentions of marrying a proper young lady and yet here his wife sits in the modiste. Siena had rolled her eyes when she’d heard Anthony had married. He was hardly the First Gentleman who’d shared her bed who had finally bent to the wishes of his family and done his duty. But the story was so strange. He’d been engaged to her sister, run away from the wedding and for this woman he had faced the scorn of society. He’d been more than willing apparently, there were whispers everywhere of how affectionate they were. How often they’d been seen disappearing into the garden at parties or leaving early, giggling the entire way to the carriage. She was curious. It must be quite a woman to turn Anthony Bridgerton into a man who prefers his wife’s company to all others.

And truly in the end Lady Bridgerton only inclines her head, “Miss Rosso, I’ve heard your performance is really quite beautiful. Though you’re leaving us I think, for Italy.”

“I am, Lady Bridgerton.” Siena smiled, “Congratulations, another famous love match. The Bridgertons seem to… just stumble upon them.”

“Well, my fall was a little more violent than his. All the best to you, Miss Rosso.”

“And to you as well, I wish you much happiness.”

[silverhallow]

No More

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Benophie Mafia AU

Rated: T - whump/blood/gunshots/violence/injury/near death of a major character

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: A meeting goes entirely wrong and Benedict is close to losing everything he ever wanted

Author's Note: this is set to follow on Treacherous. It’s angsty and it’s what my muse wanted to write after seeing the photo above.

Enjoy 😉

Benedict felt his heart in his mouth when he saw her, the blood trickling down her arm, her beautiful face pale as she was carried through the gates into Penwood Park.

Why had he not gone with her… why had she been so insistent that she could manage this by herself?!

Now he was going to lose her… just a week after they had agreed to spend the rest of their lives together…

He had thought he’d heard wrong at first, “Lady Penwood’s been shot…”

The words had sent him into a spiral of despair, Kate had been almost catatonic with panic as Anthony had tried to calm her down. She always went with her… always when it might be dangerous but they’d all assumed that everything would be okay.

It was supposed to be okay.

Sophie had told Kate to stay behind, she was pregnant and therefore not in any state to accompany her… Sophie had her gun strapped to her inner thigh if she needed it, not that she liked using it, nor had she ever needed it…

But Benedict had insisted. He’d asked to go with her… as her protection but she’d kissed his temple, told him he was being silly and that all would be well, it was a meeting in broad daylight…

No one had envisaged it going so wrong…

It was supposed to be straight forward, Sophie was to go in, call off the agreements with the Italians…

But the moment she walked in she knew something was off…

Jameson, her male bodyguard who walked with her paused and put a hand on her arm, he didn’t recognise the faces of the men that they were meeting. They’d met the Rosso’s a few times before… but these… he didn’t know.

These were the Italian Mob, clearly forgetting that Sophie had her own Italian Mob Connections with her Aunt but the woman that walked out of the shadows…

Jameson knew well. “Sienna! Lady P get down!” He yelled and Sophie ducked as a shot went flying over her head.

He was a Bridgerton guard. He was the compromise Sophie had agreed to take and by God was she pleased she had, he whipped his gun out and shot the first man before he had a chance to shoot Sophie…

The woman was Anthony’s ex… Sophie had walked into an Ambush, she unclipped her gun and got off two shots before she heard a scream, a shot and then knew nothing but a searing pain in her shoulder, then nothing but darkness…

“LADY PENWOOD HAS BEEN SHOT. CODE RED!” Jameson yelled as he fired off three more shots, taking out each of the men around Sienna and his partner, who’d taken a bullet to the leg, got the final shot off, hitting a retreating Sienna in the back causing her to land face first on the floor.

Jameson ran over to his new boss, the person he was supposed to protect and knew this was not going to go well when he called it in…

It was carnage. He knew she should go straight to the hospital, the rate she was losing blood but Penwood was closer, Mary was a nurse… they had doctors on the staff and he knew if he called Anthony, he’d get a clean up crew to deal with this…

But he hadn’t expected it to be like the world had ended.

He scooped Sophie into his arms and carried her to the car, putting as much pressure on her wound as he could manage whilst the driver helped Thomas into the car as he bound his leg.

Sophie was their priority, get her back safe or die trying.

He called in the incident in the car…

Back at the house, Mary had come running through the hallway with the doctor behind her, giving orders for a room to be prepared for them to work on Sophie and when Benedict and Kate heard about it… the screams…

Anthony wasn’t sure which of them screamed the worst.

They had been at Penwood, they were overseeing the merger and it never occurred to Anthony that the Rosso’s were his ex-girlfriend’s family… he knew part of them were in their world but not that Sienna would stoop to this level… unless she expected him to be there as well…

He calmed Kate and was working on his brother when the door flew open and Sophie’s limp body was being carried in, Jameson, covered in blood and sweat as he ran through the house, looking like he’d seen death.

Sophie looked pale and a trail of blood followed her as they ran through to the room Mary was in and she instantly started barking orders.

Benedict had to be held up but the moment Sophie disappeared behind the now closed door to the kitchen he was pounding on the door “let me in!!!” he needed to be by her side, he would not let anything happen to her.

He could not, he would not lose her. Not now… not when they were so close.

“Please…” he begged as he banged on the door, tears falling down his face, he didn’t care who was watching, he saw him like this, he didn’t care that his reputation for being a hardman were going out of the window. This was the love of his life in there… dying for all he knew.

He sobbed and begged at the door but no one was listening.

Anthony tried to get him up, tried to get him to move away from the door but it was no good.

Even when two more doctors came into the house, running down to the door he’d tried to get in but Mary had just shoved him out of the way with surprising strength “NO! You need to let us do our work!” she yelled at him and Benedict just fell once more to the floor, knees to his chest as he sobbed and prayed that Sophie would be okay.

After what felt like an eternity, Mary eventually appeared, four hours later, looking exhausted, covered in blood but relieved as she bent down to an almost comatosed Benedict who was staring but not seeing the space in front of him.

“She’s awake, she’s frail but she’s alive if you wish to see her” she said softly.

She’d tell Kate tomorrow, Kate could come tomorrow, Anthony had finally carried her to bed after 2 hours of no news and promised to wake her with news. Mary had been given the message by Edwina who along with Colin and Eloise were setting up a search party to ensure that the Rosso’s were brought to justice for this…

Benedict got up and made his way into the room, it smelt like a hospital theatre, the clawing smell almost made him throw up but he had to be strong, he had to be there for her, if she was awake he had to be the first face she saw. The first one to be relieved that she was okay…

After Mary who was like her mother…

Sophie was lying on a makeshift bed, pale and weak, the blood stains running down her side and a bandage over her clavicle and her arm in a sling to help her arm heal. “Hey you” she said as she saw a tired, almost broken Benedict making his way over to her.

Benedict broke down once again, he thought he had no tears left to cry, but seeing her, hearing her weak voice he shattered and ran over to her, moving to her right side and pressed kisses all over her “you’re okay… you’re okay” he said over and over again, his hands touching her face, her arm, everything reassuring himself that she was there and she was really real.

“I’m okay really. It was barely…”

“You got shot don’t you dare say it was barely a scratch… i saw them… i saw…” he shuddered.

Sophie teached her hand up and pressed her hand on his cheek, “I’m fine, Mary got the bullet out… it was just… near a major artery is all… I lost some blood. I’ll be okay. Please… just sit down” she pleaded with him

Benedict sat down and took her hand in his, the blood stains still there down her arm “please don’t ever scare me like that again… please. No more going out without me… in fact. No more going out, you need something doing you said me or Jameson… no more…”

Sophie sighed and looked at him, the resolution in his face but the terror she’d felt the moment before she’d slipped into unconsciousness… she never wanted to experience again, she didn’t want to leave Benedict, she didn’t want to lose him and she knew it was the reason she was leaving this life behind, why they were moving away from it all…

“No more…” she said weakly.

“I…” Benedict said “wait… you agree?”

Sophie nodded weakly. “It’s why I want to leave this life.. My last thought before I blacked out was of you, of Kate… the life we’re trying to build… stability. No more… no more risk, for either of us… it’s done. It’s over…” she said

Benedict let out a puff of relief “good… I can't lose you. There is no me without you, so please… no more being stupid or reckless…”

“No more” she grinned a little drunkenly “i love you Ben”

“I love you too Soph… now sleep, i’ll be here when you wake” he said kissing her blood stained hand.

“Promise?”

“always”

[names-galore]

Red Themed Names

Includes masculine, feminine, and androgynous names.

Agate

Agatha

Auburn

Autumn

Azalea

Blaze

Brick

Cardinal

Carmine

Carnelian

Cerise

Cherry

Conan

Copper

Coral

Crimson

Cuprite

Flush

Garnet

Jasper

Phoenix

Red

Redmond

Rose

Rosie or Rosy

Rosso

Rousseau

Rowan

Ruby

Rufus

Rust or Rusty

Scarlet

Sienna

Sorrel

Tawny

Vermell

Vermilion

[tilly-tilly-2827]

Leave It By Degrees #4

The unhinged love story loosely based on Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost that I can't get out of my head.

Synopsis: "How are you going to keep that?"

AO3 post from here!

Previous story from here!

No sex. No porn. No wanking. No phone. No digital devices. No social media. No alcohol. No drugs. No smoking. No Substance. No women are allowed in the Villa. (No men for Benedict). No work. No family issues…   

“How many no’s do you plan to include in this list, dear brother?” 

Anthony glared from his thick-framed glasses, closing his bulky volume of The Brothers Karamazov, carefully placing a leather bookmark on the pages. 

“Read the next page, there’s more.” 

Wake up at 5:00 in the morning. Only drink water. Complete the morning stretch and weight training by 6:00. Cold showers only. Complete 10km run. Meditate for three hours. Fast Every three days. Study Japanese for three hours. Journaling in the morning. Practice trumpet. Yoga. Pirates…

Benedict went through the 95 contents of the list, and as he read on, he could feel the three sheets of paper become heavier and heavier in his hands. 

“This is quite a list, brother. Might I ask how you made this?” 

“Well, it’s a combination of Andrew Huberman’s morning routine, Kelly McGonigal’s the Willpower Instinct, added with the basic ideology of tantra, which has roots in Hinduism and Buddhism; the term referring to “Text, theory, system, method, instrument, technique or practice… ”

“Sometimes I forget how nerdy you are, brother.”

“Call it thirst for knowledge and self improvement.”

“And so you say, brother.” Benedict shook his head, dropping the list on the table between them. “By doing all this, you think you can get over her?”

Anthony nodded grimly. “Why do you think I would even do this?”

“Perhaps you’ve lost your mind after five bottles of whiskey.”

“My mind had never been clearer than last night, brother.” Anthony grunted. “If it were not for the whiskey, I wouldn’t have planned this,”

“Brother, you are going to the Maldives.A Fucking beach resort. Probably full of hot models and influencers that will just drool at your mere presence. I doubt you could keep the oath even a day.” Benedict continued, munching on raisins, “Plus, why do I have to be dragged in your sadhana?”

Anthony simply rolled his eyes, and returned to his book. “Brother, you seem to have forgotten that you were the one begging me to take you with me.” 

Damn. He remembered. 

Since meeting the love of his life, his muse, and his inspiration four years ago, his artist career had been going on the rails; first making it through the Wells Art Contemporary, then having a piece submitted in the National Gallery, and even getting a solo feature in the Art Monthly. He had been trying to keep himself away from his hedonistic habits, the pills, weed, and alcohol. But there were just some nights that he just couldn’t resist the temptation. And yesterday was one of those nights. Anthony had given him a call from the pub, half crying half laughing on the other end, presumably drowning himself in whiskey. Benedict had been sent to pick him up, only to get terribly drunk with Anthony again. The new gallery was coming up in three months, yet Benedict found himself at quite a loss, feeling absolutely blank facing the white canvas. His latest submissions had been relatively well received ,with positive reactions from viewers and good sales, but some critics had slandered his work; criticizing that it never had originality. And for all those reasons, Benedict had decided to get wasted with his dear brother. (After 5 hours, Simon had come to the pub, dragging the two men into his Lamborghini.)

The breakup must have been rough, Benedict had thought as he watched his usually disciplined brother lose himself in intoxication. From a brotherly standpoint, Benedict could see that Anthony had been serious and committed in the relationship in his own way, but it wasn’t enough for the uprising pop star Sienna Rosso. During that night, Anthony had dabbled about relationships ruining his life and the necessity to improve himself to the highest potential. For those purposes, he declared firmly that he was going to go on a digital free Celibacy, and Benedict, who had been utterly drunk, had agreed to go with him. More accurately, he might have pleaded. Benedict wasn’t really expecting his brother to remember his oath, much less drag him into the private jet to the Maldives on the very next day. 

“Come on, brother. You’re self-employed.” Anthony had grabbed him in the neck and plunged him into the car. “I’ll do my journaling, yoga, running, and meditation, and you can set up a studio in a villa.”

Apparently, the digital free rule had applied the moment they boarded the plane, the TV screen in front of him had been covered by a black cloth, and even the music plug had been closed as well. 

“Woodson, and you agreed to do this?”

Benedict turned his head around to the only employee from the Audrey Foundation, who sat timidly in the 4-box seat at the far end of the jet, quietly tapping away in his silver MacBook. Poor man, Benedict thought to himself, his own life being at the mercy of one Anthony Bridgerton. 

“Uh, um, yes, Mr. Bridgerton.” He fumbled, adjusting his brown frame glasses nervously with his fingers, “If m,Mr. Bridgerton chooses to pursue a goal, it is my greatest interest to support him in any way possible.”

“Yet, I see you working on your computer.”

“Mm, Mr. Bridgerton had asked me to do a briefing every morning from the day before, and I’ll be the one correspondence for M, Mr. Bridgerton in case of a family or a corporate emergency.”

“The list specifically stipulates no work.”

“Benedict, I’m running a company with a hundred thousand employees on my shoulders.” Anthony said, settling himself deeper in his seat, “It’ll be worse for my mental health if I don’t hear from the company at all. This was decided with my therapist, brother, and we both agreed that once a day would be suitable…”

“Yes, yes, I get that, but why did you have to bring Woodson? If you just need a briefing every morning, just open up a computer or get a call! You didn’t have to bring the poor fellow all the way to a beach resort to just work and do a celibacy with a grumpy boss…”

“It’s a digital-free holiday, Ben,” Anthony grunted, not removing his eyes from the book. “It won’t be digital-free if I open a laptop.”

“And getting a briefing every morning counts as not working? It’s only been three minutes since we boarded this plane, and you’re already breaking the oath you firmly declared…”

“Mm, Mr. Bridgerton.” Benedict slightly raised his eyebrows as Woodson interrupted his words, but Woodson continued awkwardly, “I, I’m from Maldives, Mr. Bridgerton. I was born and raised there, and Mm, my parents and my sisters still live on the mainland.”

“Oh.”

“Woodson is merely an emergency liaison, and nothing more.”

Anthony growled from the back of his throat, and Benedict understood that it was Anthony telling him to shut the fuck up. Benedict couldn’t suppress a smile, as authoritative and grumpy as his brother could be (99% of the time), the attentiveness his brother had over his siblings and his employees was something that Benedict greatly respected and deeply admired about his elder brother. While Benedict tended to focus on one thing and one thing only (being an artist, it was a positive trait), Anthony had keen eyes on everything and everyone all at once. Benedict knew the Audrey Corporation would have been in shambles if Anthony hadn't been the firstborn.

Come to think of it, it was the first time in six years Anthony had even chosen to take a holiday. Since he took over the company at the age of 26, Anthony had chosen to devote body and soul to his father’s legacies, working non stop to keep the company running. Nights and Nights of negotiations and board meetings, conferences, while supporting his seven siblings and keeping them from falling apart from the sudden death of their father. There was always a sense of guilt he felt towards his brother; the way Benedict had chosen to run away and escape from the responsibility, while Anthony took all the burden of the family on his shoulders. 

“I will swear to the Celibacy oath, brother. Also the drinking, smoking, and the pills. Digital free oath as well.” He kicked his brother’s feet playfully with a grin on his face, Anthony eyes stayed on the book, but he saw a satisfied nod. “You have my full support, and I concentrate on my art as well.”

“Good.”

“By the way, brother.”

“Mm?”

“Why did you laminate this list?”

“I plan to take it everywhere with me.”

“What kind of CEO uses a laminator?!”

“Benedict, this was made by the latest model I specifically ordered from Japan that has 6 rollers which rapidly increases the speed of each process; the biggest length taking up 0.6mm, Benedict…”

And Benedict spent the next ten hours on flight listening to Anthony ramble on about the difference between a six roller laminator and the two roller version, the concept of hypersexual society and its effects to the modern toxic masculinity, and how the transmutation of sexual energy enhances their prana/ life energy. Six hours in, Benedict had begged on his knees for a glass of whiskey, but Anthony had apparently had banned them from even bringing them in on the plan. 

Fuck, he thought. This was going to be harder than he thought. 

Apparently, it wasn’t as hard as he had imagined it would be. The Soneva Fushi was a frequent place the Bridgertons had stayed in, being the very place their parents had honeymooned. Benedict had joined the family vacation there every year until he left the house at 18, so he knew the way around the place. The presence of Anthony was not intimidating as he had anticipated, but more soothing. He noticed that it had been years since he spent time with his elder brother, and found themselves chatting about their father and the childhood memories they shared. The time their father had taken out to hike. How he had taken them to horse riding. His terrible pranks using glue and shoes.

 Even at a beach resort, Anthony was the epitome of self-control and discipline, waking up at 5 o'clock sharp every morning. Anthony was kind enough (?)  to rip Benedict from the sheets every morning, dragging him to the beach for a morning jog. It was incredibly refreshing to start the day, with the morning light and the ocean breeze on his skin, and Benedict had never felt so fit and clear minded. Perhaps he was reaching his higher self, as his brother had said. 

However, no matter how healthy, how sober, or how disciplined he was, when he returned to the studio he had set up in the sunroom of the Villa, Benedict was still in front of the white canvas, staring at the endless white. To pass the time, he continued sketching, walking around the beach, the lobby, the bar, sketching the people around him, but when he sat in front of the canvas, he could do nothing at all. 

“You have to call me Benedict, Woodson.”

“Mm,Mr. Bridgerton, I really cannot.”

“But I’m not your boss, there’s no need for formalities.

“I,I must pay my respects to every m,member of the Bridgerton family”

“So you wouldn’t respect me if I wasn’t a Bridgerton?”

“I, I, I, I cannot answer that question, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“So you don’t respect me.”

“I,I call you Mr, Bridgerton to show my respect, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“You call my brother Mr. Bridgerton, how do you make the difference between us two?”

“W,well, I use the higher tone when I call Mr. Bridgerton, and I use a lower tone when I am referring to Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Woodson, I truly cannot hear the difference. Which is which again?”

“Benedict, stop interrogating my subordinate.”

After a week in the Soneva Fushi, the morning briefing had become a regular routine for the three, with Woodson running over the emails and the calls from the company as Benedict and Anthony grimaced over the caffeine-free herbal tea. The brief that morning had been the usual, nothing particularly important but Benedict noticed that Woodson tumbled on his words more than he usually does, especially on the M’s, and tripped several times on the S’s he normally flows smoothly.

“Anything troubling you, Woodson?” Benedict casually asked, trying to keep a light tone. 

“Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………” After that, there was a long pause. Benedict noticed that the birds were exceptionally chirping away happily that morning and Anthony took a nice long sip of mint tea from his mug, 

“I,I, I…..I've been getting multiple emails from the Gunningworth Foundation requesting a direct meeting to negotiate a deal with Mr. Bridgerton.”

“The Guuningworths?” Anthony raised his eyebrows suspiciously, sitting up from his seat, “I don’t think we ever had any deal with them.”

“Oh, no no no no, Mr. Bridgerton!!” Woodson shook his head fervently. “It is a deal for Mr. Bridgerton.”

Benedict chuckled softly seeing his brother's ears turn slightly pink as Anthony buried himself behind the newspaper. 

“I’ll remember that I’m referred to by the lower tone, Woodson.” Ben clapped his hand on Woodson’s shoulders, “Perhaps about the patron contract?”

Woodson scrolled through the screen, his brown glasses nearly slipping off from his nose. “Indeed, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“How much is Gunninworth willing to pay to my dear brother?”

“The email says that the amount would be negotiated, but coming from the Foundation, I estimate an amount of several hundred thousand yearly.”

“Perhaps this is not a bad deal for you, Benedict.”Anthony closed the newspaper, setting the mug on the table. But, Benedict simply looked out in the distance, watching a young couple snuggle together in a hammock on the beach. “ Gunningworth Foundation is a prestigious institution; especially in the arts division.”

“I’m not interested.”

“Any reasons?”

“I refuse to be controlled by an authority.”

“Benedict.”

Benedict signed at his brother's condescending tone. 

“I’m not a big fan of Araminta Gunningworth.”

As childish and immature his little brother sounded, Anthony could understand Benedict’s disdain. Araminta, being the substitute chairperson in the Gunningworth Foundation was a frequent guest in the London socialite; Anthony had greeted her several times. But there was a certain coldness to her that he could not decipher, the complete opposite from Benedict’s gentleness. Anthony also knew how much his brother hated control and restrictions, so it would be better for him if he wasn’t under a contract….

“And few associates from The Gunningworth Foundation are visiting this very place today.”

“WHAT?!?!”

Both Benedict and Anthony spilled the tea from their respective cups. Poor Hugh, the emails he printed out several hours ago from his house were drenched in ill-smelling liquid. 

“Isn’t that close to stalking?”

Benedict sputtered, his eyebrows knitted in a deeper frown.

“Unless the team forcefully tries to invade the Villa, i, it does not violate the law.”

“Jesus,” Benedict rolled his eyes. “This kind of behavior is the exact reason I don’t want to be involved in the contract, invading a private holiday just for a painting.”

“There is no need to respond to their offer,” Woodson continued firmly, “if any of them does something out of the line, I will call the security and the police immediately.” 

“Thank you, Hugh.” 

“B,but I recommend staying out of bars and restaurants, or lobbies, Mr. Bridgerton. They might be lurking everywhere to lure you into the deal..."

-------------------------------------------

“Oh, Posy.”

Sophie could only sigh when her step-sister told her that she had booked three weeks in Soneva Fushi, not the one night stay she had originally planned.

“Poses, it’s a business meeting, not a holiday…”

Sophie groaned over her laptop screen recalculating the budget as Posy happily packed four bikinis and several sets of summer dresses in her suitcase. Beach towels, sandals, sunglasses, Posy’s red globe trotter travel suitcase were almost overflowing. 

“Oh, come on Sophie, it’s not every day Mom lets us go to a Beach Resort for a meeting. And I’m sure Benedict Bridgerton would want to talk in a relaxed environment, not in a stuffy suit.”

“But three weeks, Poses? There was no need to book that many days.”

“Sophie, do you really think Benedict Bridgerton would compromise in a day when he completely ignored your emails for the past months?”

“You have a good point, Poses.” Sophie had to smile, neatly folding the floral Guchi summer dress that was thrown over the floor. “You’re right. I’m might have been too overconfident,”

“Oh, and Sophie, I booked the three-bedroom Villa!”

“The suite?!”  

There are some times Sophie could forget how bold her stepsister can be. On usual days, Posy is just a sweet little bean, cute and bubbly, living in her own world of warmth and happiness. It was fascinating how different she was from her mother and her sister; but after 10 years of being by her side, Sophie had understood that her bubble of joy and happiness was also her defense mechanism, protecting herself from the snarks and the quips she often got from the family. She was mostly shy and hesitant around others,but every once in a while, she would make everyone’s mouth drop in astonishment. Like the time she said she was going to go to the Antarctic for her graduation trip. Or the time she got an alligator as a pet. 

“Poses, I love you, but imagine the cost, the expense! The finance department would be at their wits end when they see the bills.”

“I might have used Mom’s credit card?”

Sophie knew that Araminta never checks her credit card accounts. 

“Posy, you badass.”

Sophie did also not imagine that Kate would be showing up in the airport with a beautiful off shoulder teal summer dress. With a white Rimowa suitcase and Saint Laurent shades, she might as well have popped out from a summer cover of Vogue magazine. 

“Sophs!”

Sophie had been greeted with a big bear hug, already feeling the tropical breeze in her coconut and Lily perfume. 

“Kate, I thought you had work…”

“I’ve been working my ass off since I joined the Danbury Associates,” Breaking away from the embrace, Kate elegantly sipped on her chai, “I asked, and Agatha was more than willing to give me three weeks off.”

“But, the money, Kate…”

“I’ll pay for my own food and other expenses. Don’t worry about that.” Kate told her reassuringly, “Posy gave me a call a week ago, telling me that there was a spare room.”

“Oh, Posy.”

As Sophie quickly turned around, she saw Posy smiling from ear to ear, beaming in her beautiful yellow dress. 

“You helped me so much for the preparation, Sophie.” Posy shyly continued, taking her arm. “I heard you talking on the phone with Kate about the breakup, and inviting Kate was the only thing I could do.”

“Oh, Posy, you didn’t have to do this,” (Oi!, Kate interjected) Sophie wrapped her arms around Posy’s neck, giving her the biggest hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you Posy. We’re going to make this deal, and prove Araminta wrong, okay?”

“Sophie, you’re choking me!” Posy giggled, wiggling around in her arms. Kate smiled softly at the sisters but quickly tossed her empty cup in the bin. 

“Come on girls, we’re going to be late. And I’ve been dying to go to the new airport lounge that reopened last January…”

As the three girls headed to the baggage inspection arm in arm, Sophie was beginning to regret she had only packed her navy suit and her formal black shoes in her suitcase. 

With Posy and Kate by her side, the ten-hour flight had passed in a second, reviewing the profile report she had made on Benedict Bridgerton while sipping on some glasses of wine. Posy had booked first-class seats, and Sophie was more than happy to get some sleep in the fully flat seat. Even after the ten-hour flight, she felt no fatigue or discomfort, she was in the best condition she could ever be. The Maldives had welcomed the three in the most pleasant weather possible, not a single cloud in the sky, the bright sunlight shining on their respective suitcases. 

Kate and Sophie could only stand in awe as they were taken to the private lounge in the airport, the clear blue ocean spread before them at the window. The surface of the ocean glittered and shimmered in the radiant sun, and the water was so transparent Sophie could even see the bottom of the ocean, the sand and the rocks gleaming like crystals.  

“This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been Sophs.”

“Ditto. Ditto, Katie Cat.”

“Oh, this is only the beginning, girls!” Posy chirped happily as she munched on the cookies on the counter, “It only gets better from here!”

And as Posy had said, it only got better, better and better. Taken to the island on the private airplane, (“I didn’t even know these kind of things existed,” Kate muttered.) the three arrived in the Soneva Fushi. Dazed by the extravagance and the beauty of it all and the sweet tropical breeze, Sophie had taken the welcome drink unconsciously, clinking the glasses together. The Villa was exceptionally gorgeous as well, the one that was built over water, and as the footman opened the door to the Villa, Sophie just stood there in awe, taking in the beautiful scenery before them, the deep blue ocean and the clear sky opening before them. Both Kate and Posy squealed with joy, and quickly stripped away their dresses and divided into ocean.

“Heaven.” Kate declared, putting her gorgeous hair into a bun. “Heaven on earth have I experienced.” 

“We have to go to the beach, Katie.” Posy continued, quickly adjusting her ample bosoms in her lacy white Bikinis. “Oh you’re going to love the spa here, and the restaurant…”

“There’s a spa?!”

“Yes!!”

“Oh my god!”

“I know!”

“Sophs, come on, you have to jump in!!”

“I’m not wearing a swimsuit!!” Sophie laughed, no she wasn’t risking her to ruin her only New Yorker suit, “Besides, Poses, we got to get going.”

Posy groaned, dunking her head into the water. 

“So, what’s the plan?” Kate asked, settling herself in the deckchair. 

“I’m planning to go to the bar or the restaurant to get a chance to meet them by chance.”

“Sophs, as a lawyer, I have to advise you that is dangerously close to stalking.”

“It is, isn’t it?.” Sophie sighed, “but since he’s been ignoring all my emails, that’s the only plan I could come up with. If I could get a chance to talk to him once,”

“You think one chat could bring him to the table?”

“I did my research, Katie Cat.”

Kate only hummed in response, feeling that perhaps she shouldn’t inquire too deeply on her friend's measures. 

“So Posy, can you take the restaurant for me? I’ll take the bar.”

“Can’t we go to the spa first?” Posy gave a small wine, but Sophie gently shook her head.

“The faster we finish this job, the longer we can enjoy the holiday, Poses.”

“Fine…” Although in grumbles, Posy reluctantly got out from the lagoon, taking a towel from the rack. 

“I’ll join you in the bar at eight, Sophs,”

Sophie’s eyes widened in surprise. “Kate, you don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine on my own…”

“I just want to get drinks,” Kate laughed softly, putting shades on her eyes, “Won’t interfere with your work.”

“To get laid with some rich money?” Sophie grinned. 

“Oh, I’m still keeping my oath, Sophie.”

“That’s my girl,”

“Good luck Sophs.”

“Fingers crossed.” 

But even after 3 hours of dwelling inside the stalls, there was no sign of one Benedict Bridgerton. Sophie could feel her confidence shrinking as hours passed, and Kate gently rubbed her shoulders as the clock struck eleven.

“It’s only the first day, Sophs. You have more opportunity to find him in the next few days.”

“I just knew that he was going to be here,” Sophie said softly. “I thought I knew.”

“Sophs, hours of research on the internet doesn’t mean you could fully predict every inch of their action.”

“I was just being delusional, I guess.” Sophie signed, “I’m just going to finish this one drink. You go ahead, Katie. I’ll catch you up in the room in an hour.” 

“Will you be alright on your own, Sophs?” Kate gave her one of her teary puppy eyes, and Sophie simply giggled, softly shoving her shoulder playfully. 

“I’m all right. Night, Katie Cat.”

“Night, Sophs.” Kate left her side, gently touching her waist on the way out, and as soon as Kate was out of her sight, Sophie hastily took the pack of cigarettes from her pocket. Lightening the tip with a cheap lighter, she contemplated her thoughts.  She thought Benedict Bridgerton would appear here, she had a weird hunch that he would. Perhaps she was overconfident, she thought to herself, thinking that she understood everything about him after just one night…

Would he recognize her if he saw her? But she oddly knew that he wouldn’t, she didn’t miss his drunk slurs and blood shot eyes that showed his intoxication, and Sophie even hadn’t taken off her mask mid-coitus. It was four years ago, and it would be a miracle if he even remembered her….

“A lovely girl drinking all alone in the bar? It would be a crime to leave you all alone, my lady.”

[ao3feed-kathony]

Good Men Die Too oh I'd Rather Be With You

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55537444 by NoelleBerry "Inescapable images of endless black curls splayed out over a white satin pillowcase. Impossibly long, bronze legs spread on his desk. The smoothness of her face cradled in his hands, despite all her striking sharp angles." Anthony, an established and infamous criminal defense attorney, is trapped in an unhealthy and rushed marriage after the unexpected death of his father. Over time, the promise made becomes a torturous burden, especially as he struggles to control vivid fantasies involving his devastatingly beautiful and fiercely loyal legal secretary. Kate is a twenty something, doing her best to make ends meet and provide for her family. Her life is thrown off its' axis when she begins a new career, and finds that working under Anthony Bridgerton is simultaneously the best and worst decision she's ever made. OR A study in morality, its many hues, and how long it takes that thread to snap. Inspired by lyrics from Ethel Cain's - Crush Words: 1822, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Mary Sheffield | Mary Sharma, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma, Simon Basset, Daphne Bridgerton, Thomas Dorset, Siena Rosso Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Additional Tags: Sienna and Anthony are married, Mentions of their marriage, Cheating, Infidelity, Emotional Infidelity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sienna and Anthony are not the crux of the story, If you don't like mentions of them briefly together - minorly - then save yourself, Anthony has very very dirty thoughts, so does Kate, Sienna is not innocent, The circumstances of their marriage are not ideal, No one is this story is all good or all bad, Age Difference, Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma in Denial, eventual rough sex, Lots of denial, lots of feelings, Moral Dilemmas, Angst and Feels read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55537444

[queersrus]

Hi, Fukase anon here! Sorry, It never occurred to me that people may have a hard time coming up with things for characters they don't know a lot about. Sorry :( /gen

Anyways, I really love the clown and red theme ideas! Also, since Vocaloid is technically a music software, I was thinking some music-themed names as well! Also, as long as this isn't too specific, could you maybe do some X-themed things since there's a lot of Xs in his design?

I also like the idea of the darker, edgier themes, but I'd rather not have anything explicitly horror/slasher/demon related... as someone who kins Fukase, being associated with that stuff brings back some rough memories :( /nm

I'm sorry if I'm being too specific or picky or anything like that, and I hope everything I've said makes sense! Once again, thank you in advance :)

no worries!!

heres some names and pronouns based of red, clown, dark/edgy themes and the letter x!

Music names:

muse, musa, musica, musette harmony melody, mic, major, minor clef, capelle, capella, cord, chorus note key tone, tempo, timbre bar, beat, bridge, bass, blue, blues sheet, strum, song, singer, sang, string, sonata, soul acoust, adagio, allegro, andante, arpeggio, amp, alto, aria instro, instra, instrumenta rythm/rhythm, ryme/rhyme, rock, rocker orchest, orchestra pitch, pop funk

list here, here

red names:

Altemur, altan, autumn, apple, amaranth, alhambra, alroy danla, desire, desiree parichat, phoenix, pepper, poppy/poppie cher, cherry/cherrie/cherri, crimson, clifford, copper, candy/candie, currant, carmine, carmin, chili, coral, corsen, clancy maroon, merlot, mahogany, mohagan blood, brick, berry/berrie, blush, burgundy, barn, burn, blaze ruby, rust, rusty, rose, raspberry, redd, rede, redde, reder, redi/redie/redy, reddet/redet/reddett/reddette/redett/redette, redeta/reddeta/reddetta/reddeta, redin/redine, redina, redino, roso/rosso, rufus/rufous, rowan, rosa, rosie, roisin, rory, radley, rudyard, radcliff, redmond, redman, rumo, russel/russell, rohan, redford, rufina, reeding/reading, reed, rogan, roone, roth garnet, ginger, gough scarlet, sangria, strawberry, sienna, sorrel/sorrell jam wine, watermelon fire, flame, ferrari, flan/flann, flannel, flanner, flannery, flyn/flynn, flanna vermilion, venetia imperia tart, torch hazel, harkin

clown names:

Joseph, john, joey grock oleg emmett/emet/emmet/emett bozo, barry ronald krusty penny, pogo, pinto charles sunshine weary, willie albert, antonio, arthur daniel, david, demitri/dimitri, Demetrius/demitrius tinsel

actually found a whole wiki here

Dark/Edgy names:

dusk, dagger, draven, drake, draco, damon/daemon, damion/damien/damian grey/gray, gunner/gunnar, greer keir, khaos, knox, kestrel umbra, umbro poison, pain/payne asteroth/astaroth, asher, ammo, astrid chaos, crow, coen, chase, casper, caspian, cassian, carter, cage, colton hades, hemlock, hex, hunter, hawk, harper somber, sombre, sombra, serpent, snake, saber, stone, storm, slade/slayde, sparrow, salem, snow, smoke, slayer necro, natrix, nox, nix, nyx, nero, nash branwen, briar, blackwell, blade/blaid, blair, blase/blaze/blaise raven, reven, requiem, rhapsody/rapsody, rogue, ryder, ryker, raze, razer eris, elysium, ebony jinx, jett/jet, jack, jason lucien, lucius, lock/locke viper, venom, vlad, vane/vain/vein, veil, vee/v wolf/wolfe trix/tryx, trixie, thorn, tyren/tyrin, tirent, torrent, tyranny, toxin, tank, tempest, tanner zeke, zena fox, flask, falkner, falkon/falcon onyx/onix, obsidian xena

X names:

xen/xene, xavier, xena, xeno, xenon, xeon, xero, xerox, xyx, xyr/xyre, xyra, xray, xeny/xenny/xenie, xenia, xander/xzander, xyla, xyler/xylar, xia, xavi, xylia, xylitol, xioa, xu, xan, xanth/xanthe, xanthus, xavia, Xinjiang, xinia, xenophon/xenophone, xayvion/xavion, xochitl, xio, xion, xiona, xiomara, ximena, xanthia

many here

red 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

clown 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

edgy/dark 3rd p pronouns:

list here, here

x 3rd p pronouns:

xe/xem, xy/xem, xy/xyr, xe/xyr, xy/lo, xylo/phone xyi/lotl, x/x's, ex/ex's, ex/exes, xay/xem, xay/xyr, xie/xem, xie/xyr xe/no, xeno/xenos, xeno/morph, cross/crossed, cross/crosses, x'ed/out, exed/out, ex/amble

hope these help!

[bridgertonrpsarchive]

What canon characters would you like to see?

We would love to see Marina, Theo, Genevieve, Sienna Rosso, Lady Danbury, and Violet Bridgerton.

[ofemeraldstars]

closed starter for @va1keus

It was the first ball of the season, hosted by Lady Danbury. Thinya entered after her parents, her face not particularly showing enthusiasm as she knew that they would expect from her to find a suitor. After two seasons resisting, Thingar Somerville told his daughter that this year shall be the year he witnesses the wedding of his daughter. A part of him wished she could've already be chosen by one of the Bridgerton men. Thinya knew deep inside that her heart was weak for Anthony Bridgerton. Alas, she witnessed more than once his love affair with the singer Sienna Rosso, which was enough for her to stay away.

However, when she entered the room, Thinya noticed immediately Anthony and her cheeks turned slightly pinker. Her dance card was empty, her father encouraged her to go and talk to save a few dances for some gentlemen. Slowly stepping aside, Thinya took a deep breath and looked at her father. "Let me greet Lady Bridgerton first." She walked in the direction of Violet Bridgerton and offered her a warm smile. "Good evening, Lady Bridgerton. Lord Bridgerton." Thinya then said as her green hues watched Anthony, keeping a certain respectful distance.

"It is lovely to see you both here. How are you enjoying the evening?" She asked, although her hues never ceased looking at Anthony.

[thefictionconnoisseur]

Ignorance is Bliss

Author: writers-hes

Platform: Tumblr

Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Status: One-shot

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Emotional infidelity, angst

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton planned to run away with Sienna Rosso before your wedding.

Proceed to check out

part 2

[ruledwhenmisled]

luke thompson. cis man. he/him. ― is that benedict bridgerton  i saw during this years first ball of the season? the 30 year old is avoiding finding a suiter but is enticed by the social season. They are known to be WITTY, but also CARELESS, but focus on the positives when finding their chosen one.

Name: Benedict Bridgerton

Age: Twenty-eight

Hometown: London

Backstory: Benedict is part of the Bridgerton family. He is the son of Violet and Edmund, but his father sadly died. He has seven siblings, named Anthony, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Hyacinth, Francesca and Greggory.  He is of high stature, however, often finds his mind wanders from the balls and festivities. He embraces his art, and attends the artist commune, often enjoying the company of many ladies. 

Personality:  The second eldest of the Bridgerton siblings, Benedict yearns for something other than the endless round of dazzling parties he finds himself attending every evening. Sensitive and endearing, Benedict dreams of turning his artistic hobby into a full-fledged career, and soon finds himself looking far outside the world of the ton in order to achieve it.

Close relationships:

Siblings include -  Anthony, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Hyacinth, Francesca and Greggory

Recent hookups - Genevieve Delocroix, and Sienna Rosso.

Affections for - Clara Gilbert.

Wanted connections:

benedict bridgerton  is looking for their BEST FRIEND/ARTIST FRIEND . It’s important that you know that THEY MEET AT THE ARTIST COMMUNE, AND BOTH SEEM TO GET INTO DEEP CONVERSATIONS ABOUT IT. HE HAS GROWN RATHER FOND OF THEIR COMPANY.