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Awww stop 🥹🥹 You are the best. I'm so pleased you enjoyed this fic. I guess it will be legacy here in terms of total notes count lol. still cant believe this fic has its own fan sideblog, I know some truly lovely people, 🥹🥹 TYSM for reblogging 😁🧡🧡

Second Son

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: The second son is, for once, the first choice...

Warnings: none really... mild angst, family dynamics, love at first sight.

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: Request fill for anon here, about Benedict being the second choice for everything.... until his love turns up. Thanks for this request; I hope this is angsty enough for you anon. Im not sure about it tbh. Sorry that it's taken more than three months to get to it on my WIP list. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

Benedict Bridgerton was born into privilege and can have few complaints. Except perhaps that he is always second. The spare. The just-in-case option. Being a familial insurance policy lends one more freedom than the burden of being the titled first son, perhaps, but it also feels like your whole existence, in some respects, can seem like a contingency plan.

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His stomach swoops with excitement as the arrow pierces the target dead on the bullseye. And on his first ever archery lesson, just after his twelfth birthday.

He turns around to see if anyone is there to witness his triumph, but it goes unmarked. All his young siblings gathered around Anthony, patting him on the back for his achievements in doing the same moments before. Being a good shot is an essential skill for the next Viscount indeed. The fact that he has been receiving instruction for months already and this is Benedict’s first lesson hurts a little.

But he doesn't bother to bring attention to his arguably more impressive feat. It seems pointless now. Wordlessly he shrugs and walks towards the target, plucking out his arrow and starting again. Perhaps next time, they will notice.

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“Is that the new Viscount Bridgerton?” Benedict hears a young girl murmur as he sweeps into the first societal event of the season, the spring following his father's death. 

“Oh no, my dear, sadly not; I believe that is one of the brothers,” her mother replies, acting as if he has no sense of hearing, even trying to ignore it as he is, surveying the crowd.

“Such a shame,” the young girl huffs, “he is so very handsome.”

“Yes, dear, but sadly not titled. We can do better,” her mother chides, moving them along out of earshot.

He will never get over how cutthroat the Ton can be, a part of his tender seventeen-year-old heart sinking. Not that he had a potential interest in that girl, more the principle that he will somehow be rendered as an also-ran, at best a consolation prize, for the rest of his life.

What is most galling, perhaps, is that, when his mother needs their presence the most on a night like tonight, the new VIscount is nowhere to be seen. Has not even bothered to show his face, running off to some spurious gambling den and brothel, spending the night indulging himself rather than facing society. 

So here Benedict is, stepping up to play the dutiful son that his elder brother should be. Being the support their mother so desperately needs at her first event as a widow, her arm looped heavily through his, her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul. 

“Tis a shame the Viscount did not deign the first event of the season worthy of his patronage,” she states pointedly as she sips champagne.

“I am sure he has very good reasons for his absence,” Benedict replies soothingly, covering for his errant brother, attempting to shield their mother from the truth of his philandering ways. Benedict knows it is Anthony’s way of dealing with the responsibility of the title of Viscount being thrust upon him so young. But sometimes, just sometimes, Benedict wishes he could escape his grief in such a manner, Anthony taking his turn attending a stuffy ball and playing guardian to a grieving woman. Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not, Benedict realises.

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She catches his eye at a garden party at Aubrey Hall. She is a pretty young lady, maybe eighteen to his twenty-three, with bright eyes and a sweet, happy face. She makes his palms slightly sweaty. He watches her from a distance, uncertain how to approach or what to say, feeling a little tongue-tied, even. 

Just then, Anthony materialises at his shoulder.

“Who is that pretty young thing?” Anthony asks, tracing Benedict’s line of sight.

“Miss Bradstreet,” he replies, watching as she turns to face the sun, closing her eyes, basking in its warmth. The light captures her cheekbones perfectly, and he itches to have his sketchbook and capture her likeness. He would very much like to get to know her better.

“Let's go provide a warm welcome,” Anthony smirks, clapping a hand on Benedict’s shoulder and practically dragging him across the lawn.

Benedict reluctantly follows, a flutter of excitement as her eyes land upon them as they approach. 

“Miss Bradstreet,” Anthony swaggers. “Viscount Bridgerton at your service; I am so very pleased to be your host today,” he bows.

Benedict's stomach plunges as he watches her practically melt into the lawn right there, virtually swooning at Anthony’s feet.

“Oh, and this is my brother, Benedict,” Anthony adds, almost as an afterthought. 

She flicks her head to the side briefly to politely acknowledge Benedict before returning to Anthony. All of her undivided adoring attention on him as he regales the story of his latest hunting triumphs upon her insistence. Benedict heaves a sigh and watches as yet another young lady he likes chooses his brother over him. He is almost used to it now, but it doesn't stop the sting every time.

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Your world grinds to a halt as you see him. He is descending the stairs with what you assume is the rest of his family. He is very much in the middle of a tight circle, walking behind what appears to be his mother and perhaps older brother. Quite the most beautiful man you have ever seen, your heart pounding in your ears, your throat suddenly dry despite the lemonade in your hand. You assume they must be the hosts, seeing as they are the very last to enter the ballroom here at Bridgerton House, and there is no announcement of their name.

“Who is that?” you whisper, leaning towards your elder sister. She has been out among society for a year and knows the Ton better than you.

“That is the Bridgerton family, of course,” she replies. “Illustrious in the extreme. Our hosts for this evening. The Viscount there is the most eligible bachelor of every season… and every season, he has resisted a match. So I wouldn't bother if I were you,” she sniffs.

“Which is the Viscount?” you check, your eyes unable to leave the beautiful man with a cravat tied in the most unconventional fashion.

“The one with his arm looped with their mother, the dowager Viscountess, naturally,” your sister rolls her eyes as if patently obvious.

“And what of the others?” you inquire keenly, realising the man you admire cannot be the one your sister is referring to. “Do you know their names?”

“I do not,” she admits, “such things are not really important when one is looking for a titled husband,” she points out airily. 

You nod, knowing the responsibility your sister must carry as firstborn to find a suitable match that can provide for your widowed mother and, indeed, perhaps yourself and your younger sister should neither of you be able to find a husband. You don’t envy her position one little bit. 

You are, however, desperate to get closer to the most beautiful man you have ever seen. And so you spend your evening working towards them, in as polite of a fashion as you can, your stomach in knots of excitement to know him.

“Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton, it is an honour and a pleasure to meet you,” you curtsy, heart pounding as he now stands a few feet away, unable to look at him so close by.

“Hello, my dear and you are?” she asks politely.

“Miss y/n y/l/n, it is my very first season; I am so honoured to be here,” you explain. “I must provide the apologies of my mother, Mrs y/l/n, who could not attend tonight due to a cold, but she is so very thankful for the invitation.”

“Oh, of course,” the viscountess smiles. “I am so sorry to hear of her illness; please pass on my best regards… Anthony!” she turns to her side to grab the attention of a man. The viscount’s head whips around from where he is in discussion with another. “Come meet Miss y/l/n,” she needles pointedly. “Miss y/l/n, this is the Viscount Anthony Brdgerton, and he is so pleased not only to make your acquaintance but also for your presence here tonight,” she welcomes on his behalf, and you do not miss the subtle nudge in the ribs she gives him.

Then his regard is drawn to you. He is handsome certainly, and you appreciate his polite but absent-minded greeting. His attentions are obviously elsewhere, but then you cannot fault him as yours are the same. Your gaze strays over his shoulder to the man who first captures your attention. And your breath is stolen by how his hazy blue eyes stare intently at you.

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Benedict is twenty-six years old when he is struck by lightning. Not literally. But that is the sensation that runs through his body when he first lays eyes on you—politely introducing yourself to his mother and thanking her for your invitation to this ball. 

He thought he knew what attraction was until this point. He thought he knew the depths to which one could fall in love in an instant. He was an utter fool. He looks at you, and at once, everything is so quiet and loud all at once. He is desperate to know you in a way he has never felt. To grab your hand, take you somewhere, and ask you a million questions to get to know your soul. He also wants to kiss you so much that his lips tingle. And inside, his lungs want to scream as his mother does the natural thing and introduces the beautiful, polite young lady to her most eligible son… Anthony. 

Then his heart jolts as your eyes stray from Anthony and meets his, your pupils dilating in a way that makes his lungs too small to inhale air. It is the first and only time a young woman has had Anthony’s full attention and has looked away from it. And to him, no less. The tidal flood of chemicals in his system makes it feel like he is vibrating in his very shoes.

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You try your best to be polite and look at Anthony as he speaks, but your sight is drawn to this other man like a moth to a flame. From appearance, the second son, as you are the second daughter. A flare of understanding and sympathy in your chest as to how that is. You want to grab his hand and run away with him.

“My lord,” you find your voice and snap your eyes back to the Viscount, “would you do me the honour of introducing me to the rest of your wonderful family?” your ask, almost timid.

He looks temporarily taken aback, as if mystified why anyone in the Ton would care about the status of anyone beyond his mother and himself. You smile at him expectantly and do not miss, from the corner of your eye, how the beautiful man’s face is awash with surprise at your request.

“Oh, most certainly,” Anthony seems to snap out of his temporary stupor and turns to introduce his siblings in attendance. A tall, baby-faced young man stands to attention as Anthony moves from left to right. “This is Colin; he has just returned from his travels in Greece,” you nod and smile politely, knowing nothing of the subject. “And this is my sister, Eloise; it is her first season, and she is not in the slightest bit happy about that,” he adds dryly, and you can't help but giggle and feel a kinship with the spirited young lady who returns your wry smile. “My eldest sister, the Duchess of Hastings, who is visiting us,”

You curtsy and bow your head. “It is an honour, your Grace,” you add, and she smiles sweetly at you, her arm looped in her mother's.

“Obviously, you have met my mother,” he continues, and suddenly he is the last in the line. You feel your palms clench, sweaty in anticipation of learning his name “... and this is my brother, Benedict; he hopes to be an artist.”

You are finally brave enough to meet his eyes again. He is so achingly beautiful that the rest of his family, indeed the whole ballroom, melt away from your view—he is all you can see.

“Oh, I adore art,” you stutter, mesmerised, offering your hand to him, the first and only person in the family you do so to. Unseen by you, your gaze only on one man, Anthony’s mouth drops open in surprise.

Nothing can prepare you for when Benedict’s gloved hand gently touches yours, him bowing to kiss the back of your hand. You catch a woody citrus scent that makes your mouth water as he does so. And then you feel the warmth of his lips through your glove, and you are utterly undone.

“Miss y/l/n,” he rumbles quietly, the sound making your insides melt even more; it's deep and resonant and makes every inch of your body tingle.

“Please call me y/n,” you murmur, moving closer, knowing how scandalous that might be, but seemingly unable to stop yourself. He has a hypnotic hold over you that you don't want to fight.

“Only if you shall call me Benedict,” he breathes, and it takes Anthony clearing his throat to make you spring apart, suddenly remembering where you are.

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His lips touch the silk of your glove, and he is gone. 

Already planning a future, his mind supplying images of you at his cottage out in the country, the lady of the house. Tending to the herb garden, reading happily curled up in front of the fire in the drawing room, fearlessly plucking a bow as you stand in front of joint archery targets gently teasing him for losing to a girl, and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.

He hears your sharp inhale, and his heart skips at the idea you feel it too. That you are the first woman ever that sees him and not Anthony. Really sees him. Not as the second son. Not as a consolation prize. 

And when your body seems to sway towards him, he is already mentally asking his mother for a betrothal ring from her grandmother, which she said she is keeping just for him.

____

“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. “Please, may we take a turn around the gardens?” you implore, the boldest you have ever been in your whole life. 

“It would be my very greatest pleasure,” he responds.

And you know with absolute certainty you have met your husband, the father of your children, your very future. 

____

“It is not as if this is my show….” he sighs.

“You should not do that, darling,” you say affectionately, ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.

“Do what?” he breathes, his wedding ring catching the light as he places his hands gently over yours and stills your motions.

“Think of yourself as second,” you argue, running your hand over his cheek. “This gallery opening may feature others' work too, but you are the star of the exhibit,” you reassure, tilting his forehead down so it rests upon yours.

There it is again. That look that always floors you. Even now, a year later. Like you are the most wondrous creature, and he can scarcely believe you are his.

“Never forget, you will always be first to me,” you utter fiercely, watching his eyes soften with devotion. “And not just me….” you guide his sizeable warm hand onto the swell of your belly, “to us. We love you so much, Benedict,” your tone is ardent, wanting him to believe he deserves this recognition, that he should believe in himself the way that you do.

“I love you, too,” he responds quietly, reverentially. “So very much. Both of you are my whole world,” his voice choked with emotion, and you throw your arms around him and squeeze hard, wanting to telegraph just how much he is the very centre of your universe.

An hour later, you clutch your hands over your chest as you watch him being brought onto the raised stage and introduced to the crowd as they applaud him and his work rapturously, awaiting to hear him talk of his art. As he does so, you stroke your belly unseen under your cloak, beaming with pride for your wonderful husband.

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He sees your face in the crowd, and as ever, it calms him, especially at this landmark moment. So as he finishes the speech that he has rehearsed for days now, he decides to do something perhaps unconventional but something he seems unable to resist.

“Lastly, before I allow you back to your champagne,” he jests, finally at ease with the attention and recognition. “I want to thank my life’s inspiration, the very reason I stand before you today. My wonderful wife. Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice. You will always, always be my first choice. I love you.” 

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posting a kremy every single day until new episodes of OUAW are out DAY 100

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Thank you everyone 🥹🫶

I know it’s not that big, but 200k tumblr notes is so lovely. Thank you for liking, commenting and reblogging my fics. It means so much. I love you guys. 🧡

I’m headed out for the afternoon, but later this evening I hope to finish a kinktober drabble for Anthony.

Thanks again. You all rock! 😁🧡🧡

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hello it’s Yearning Nonny again! this is random but I wanted to give you the chance to hype yourself up/I’m genuinely curious

what are you favourite friends to lovers-ish trope fics you’ve written? can deviate a bit if I’m being too narrow with my query 😂

I love the way you write the sudden discoveries in reader’s mind that her finding her friend attractive may not be entirely platonic - it’s so well done! (I’m a Benedict girlie myself but cos I’m asking you to hype yourself up, feel free to pick any! or just don’t do this at all if it’s a silly idea hahaha I’m just a v curious person)

Hi Yearning Nonny! 🫶

I hope you are well! I love this sort of question ngl, so please don’t think it’s a silly idea at all 🫶

You are so sweet to ask me to hype myself. 🥹 Tbh it’s something I’m uncomfortable doing and a few lovely mutuals affectionately give me sh*t for it lol. 😂

Anyway, let’s dive in:

For Benedict, I’ll admit I do love friends-to-lovers for modern AU in particular. Idk but it just suits him so well. A personal fave is Somewhere Only We Know. I’m not sure why it’s so precious to me, other than it sums up a whole mood - very hygge yknow? It’s also very seasonal for this time of year! I suppose you can put It Had To Be You in that category too, they were friends before they were lovers.

For Anthony, the classic friends-to-lovers trope I’ve done is the Friends+ universe.

Oh I will just add, another trope I love for Benedict is second-chance love like in the Moments and Mrs Bridgerton universes.

Thanks for your fun ask and for your sweet, kind words about the way I write this trope. I’m so pleased you think I do it well.

Always open to answer any questions like this, so please feel free to ask away 🫶😁🧡🧡

Links to fics mentioned above:

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Hahah 😂😂 thank you so much for reading. Sorry about any resulting lack of sleep 😬🫣🧡🧡

Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

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Look at my pretty desktop.  🫶

Thanks to lovely @d-caryophyllus, I took their amazing art for my fic and turned it into a wallpaper to keep me motivated to write 🧡🧡

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Celebration moment 🎉

I started writing fanfiction for the very first time exactly two years ago ago today 🥹 and posted my very first story the following day, May 13, 2022.

I never knew when I posted Sonnet #29 that I’d still be at it two years later! With over 600k words written and 200+ fic posts. Certainly didn’t expect to start writing again after so long!

It’s been the creative outlet I’ve needed to balance out work/life stress and it’s brought some truly wonderful people into my life 🥹🫶

Thanks for all of your reblogs and comments since then. You guys truly are the best 😁🧡🧡

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Hi I saw your post about interaction and it is not you at all. I think it’s s3 being a bit lacking and certain parts of the fandom. There has been a lot of drama across platforms including on twitter with benophie/kanthony fans being doxxed causing some people to leave the fandom entirely. I think as we get more s4 content it’ll be more alive but fans are definitely growing in numbers. I’m sorry you feel demotivated I just want to say I really enjoy your stories you’re an amazing writer Faye 🤍🤍

Hi Nonny!

Thank you for your kind words about my writing 🥹🫶 I’m sorry if it came off like I was fishing for compliments. That wasn’t my intention. I was just spitballing on possible reasons interactions might have gone down so much.

I agree that s3 was lacking. I have heard even devoted Polin fans were disappointed on the whole, despite it being Polin’s season.

I’m also sorry to hear about doxxing. Thats always terrible and a ridiculous thing to do over something so trivial as shipping. I guess because I’m older than a lot of folks, it just comes off as very immature to want to hurt people like that.

I must admit, I am slightly ignorant about all those goings on, unless someone informs me of them. I am not on other social media (I tend to side with LT on what places like Insta and Twitter do to my personal mental capacity, so I avoid them). As a result, I luckily miss a lot of fandom drama. To use a childish analogy, I’m just over here in my fics sandbox happily smashing Barbie and Ken dolls together while it appears there’s a boxing match happening over by the swings lol.

ANYWAY, I will stop wittering on. I hope s4 delivers for folks and does justice to Benedict’s arc. And if it doesn’t, well, it’s just a tv show and we have fanfic to fix-it imo 🫶

Thank you for your kind words. I hope you have a lovely week 😁🧡🧡

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Hello Fayes, I'm French and I live in the small village in the middle of nowhere. I understand English very well. But I speak it very badly. I am writing to you with Google translate. I've been reading English fiction for 20 years. I almost never write comments to authors. It's too complicated for me. I discovered your fics in May 2024. I had never used Tumblr until then. You have no idea the effect your stories had on me. It's been a long, long time since stories touched me this much. The last few months have been difficult for me. But your fics brightened my days. It was my own little moment. Those who criticize authors have never written a story. They don't know how difficult it is and that there is a little piece of themselves in every written word. You are gifted. Don't listen to them. Take your time, have fun. If you publish a story, great. If you don't, it doesn't matter. What is rare becomes precious. Anyway, thank you for being here. Thank you for helping me in your way. You can't hear me but I'm here. And... I hear you... or rather, I read you ! :)

Hi there! 🫶

Your message made me so emotional 🥹🥹

I greatly appreciate the effort you went to, sending something not in your native language. You are always welcome to message in French, if you wish. I studied French for 10 years, but I admit j'ai beaucoup oublié. But I am more than willing to Google translate what I don’t understand. 🫶

I am so honoured if you joined Tumblr to read my stories. 🥹 I hope you have been enjoying your time here. I don’t really like or use other social media, but this place suits me well. I hope to always be posting here!

I’m so sorry that you’ve been having a hard time. I sincerely hope things get better for you 🧡 And if my stories have helped you at all during that time, that is so wonderful to hear. 🥹 It’s the whole reason I write tbh - to give people something to enjoy, an escape to a different world just for a little while.

Thank you for your kind words about my writing. I was so worried to post my very first story, but something compelled me to do so and I will never regret it. It’s brought people into my life that i consider wonderful friends. And it means I get to meet lovely, kind people like you. It stills boggles my mind real people out there are actually reading my stuff in some ways lol. But I’m so very grateful 🫶🫶

Thank you so much for reaching out and letting me know you are out there, it truly means the world. I will do my very best to write tonight, for you, because I know you are out there reading and I can’t thank you enough.🫶😁🧡🧡

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Can’t wait for your Benedict fic! Love everything you’ve written so far 💜💜💜💜💜

Hi Nonny

Aww, you are so kind. 🥹🫶 I will spend some of this evening polishing it, editing it, and making it better now that I have the story in place.

I will ask a friend to take a look, if they have time, just to give it a once over. I hope to post over the weekend.

Thank you for your kind message 😁🧡🧡

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hi faye!! just saw ur post abt interaction. i wanted to let you know that while i am not very active anymore (yay LSAT prep) you are one of the few people that i check up on when i do occasionally return and my heart hurts to see the current state of the fandom :(. your work [18+ or not] is some of the best i have EVER read, and regardless whether inspiration strikes you or not, i wanted to let you know that your works will always have a special place in my heart.

love you lots,

lottie

Hi Lottie my dear! 🫶

Lovely to see you here!! First off, I’m sending my very best wishes for your LSAT. You got this! 💪🫶

Thank you for your kind words about my writing. I feel privileged to be one of the blogs you check out when you have a spare moment. 🥹

I hope that post didn’t come off as fishing for compliments 🤦‍♀️🫣🙈 It was more me philosophizing about my recent experience of declining interactions.

I think S3 is mostly to blame tbh. I know a lot of folks were disappointed, especially after the high that was S2. Indeed, it threw off my writing muse for MONTHS - I wasn’t writing when the Bridgerton fandom was likely at its busiest back in May/June/July. And now it seems like it’s definitely in hibernation mode lol. We have a LONG way to go until S4 (August 2026 😭😭) and I hope things don’t die back even more than they are now. That would make me so sad. 😞

Anyway I’m rambling. Thanks for your message and I hope you get down time to enjoy fic and/or whatever else gives you joy. Lots of love back! 😁🧡🧡

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Aww you are too kind 🫶🫶

And same to you. I am woefully behind on my reading, as I’ve been writing every day for 5+ hours, until today (I’ll be writing overnight lol), but I know your fics are always so well written! 🧡

tfw you read those first couple lines of a fic and your shoulders just relax because the writing is good and you know you can rest there for a while

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Thank you 🙏

Just to say thank you to each and everyone who follows me. It truly means the world. 🫶

This blog will be two years old in a few months, and thanks to this (somewhat silly) hobby, I have interacted with so many wonderful people in that time. It’s been a joy, truly. 🥹

I’m not going to do a writing celebration, I have a lot of WIPs to get thru, but I just wanted to acknowledge this milestone and use it as an opportunity to thank you all. 😁🧡🧡

My ask box is always open for feedback, Q&A or chat. Anon is fine. I love to interact with people who read my stories should they wish to. I am not taking fic requests at the moment, but anything else is fine.

P.S. Also, please don’t forget to enter my Benedict-themed giveaway if you are interested, details HERE.

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I just found out that there is such a thing as World Bread Day. It is October 16th, so we are less than 6 months out from it now! Time to start getting the dough ready for kneading 😜

Hi my lovely 🫶

World Bread Day? 😱🎉🎉

Imma eat bread from on top of that delicious manbread sammich right there 😮‍💨

I’ve got 6 months to get in training. Let’s gooooooooooooooo 💪

Heheh thanks for your fun ask. I’m tipsy and this is right up my alley (ooh err) 😁🧡🧡

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Okay I love Luke Thompson with all my heart but... When I saw the gif for your fic Textual Encounter my brain instantly thought that he looked like a turtle that got told exciting news. And that's okay! I would love to be a turtle getting exciting news!

OMG BWHAHAHA NONNY I LOVE YOU 🤣🤣🤣🫶🫶🫶

For those who haven’t seen the gif:

I can’t unsee it now!! Luke the happy news turtle. Brilliant 😂😂

Thank you so much for this hilarity. Im always up for asks like this! 😁🧡🧡

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Thank you so much for reccing my Anthony fluff fics 😁🧡🧡

updated: 23.12.23

݁₊ ⊹ fluff

Selfish (❤✘): it’s your first morning at home in bridgerton house as the viscountess- only thing is, your husband’s selfish. (@leviathanspain)

Stolen Ribbons and Secret Smiles (❤): one day in the park, you stumble across the two youngest bridgertons, which leads to a friendship with none other than their eldest brother. (@writeroutoftime)

Overprotective (❤): Anthony gets overprotective when there is an injury. (@fayes-fics)

Refuge (❤): the boys tend to you when you are sick. - throuple (@fayes-fics)

Suitors and Sutures (❤): reader is named the diamond of the season but despite this, she finds the men of the ton avoiding her rather than courting her. (@sodaabaa)

Powdered Sugar Kisses (❤✘): Anthony searches Aubrey Hall for his wife, only to find her where he least expected a viscountess to be. (@sodaabaa)

Late Night Mischief (❤): reader gets dragged into a bit of late night mischief with the bridgerton siblings while anthony is away. (@sodaabaa)

Distractions (❤): Daphne requests your help in distracting her brother. (@peterpparkrr)

Kismet (❤): in which Anthony Bridgerton contemplates the meaning of life, death and love. (@writtenfangirl)

Gentle (❤): Anthony is gentle with anxious!reader. (@lydiimae)

Unexpectedly Expecting (❤): when you tell anthony you're expecting after having trouble conceiving. (@ithebookhoarder) (warning: mentions of trouble conceiving a child)

All About The Heart (❤): reader has a heart defect where you have a hard time breathing whilst running with your siblings. (@frost-queen)