#netflix bridgerton oneshot
(Anthony Bridgerton x Female Reader)
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Requested by: Anon
Requests:Open
Fandom: Netflix Bridgerton
Request: ‘Hey babe, hope you’re doing well! I have a request for anthony bridgerton x f!reader if that’s okay :)
I’d like to see what it’d be like for anthony to be with a feminist reader. Maybe even a scene where she confronts a man and he tells Anthony to control his wife or something like that.’
Thank you so much for requesting! I tried really hard, like I do with all my requests, but I feel this may be bad, haha.
Warnings: Sexism and terrible writing.
Words: 1.6K
Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.
This should only be found on my blog.
Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .
A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.
Thank you.
:)
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(Y/n) (L/n) is an extraordinary woman and Anthony Bridgerton knew this when marrying her. She spoke her thoughts, never left him guessing on what to do like most women, she was well-educated, funny and had managed to win his heart, those are some of the reasons he chose to marry her. He knew that she was quite forward-thinking herself, but not this much.
The two are sat in their carriage, departing from his mother’s house, heading for their country estate, “I just can’t believe -,” she sighs, shaking her head.
“Can’t believe what?” He turns from the window and faces his wife of almost a year. A soft smile crosses his face at the beautiful sight in front of him. She is in a light lavender dress, her hair braided and pinned up in a way that she would not wear in public, but she preferred it that way; her glove-covered hands neatly rest in her lap, and upon seeing her frown, he places his on top of hers. “What is it, my love?”
She looks up to him, quite an unamused expression upon her face, “you will laugh.” Anthony shakes his head and denies, leaning forward in his seat so that he can pull her hands onto his lap. She bites her lip, gazing up to the roof, before sighing loudly and looking back down to her husband “yes, you will because you are a man.”
He raises a brow, “excuse me?” He does not know whether to laugh, but he cannot deny that he is slightly offended; men are not that bad. Well, he isn’t.
“It is the truth,” she remains serious until she sees him biting back his own smile, and she finds out she is doing the same, “you-u cannot laugh at what I am about to say.”
“Of course, of course,” he nods his head, looking down to their joined hands in their lap, “but if you ask me not to laugh, I will.” He runs his thumb gently over her hands, smiling softly.
“Well, you cannot,” his gaze shoots back up, and he stops himself from making a remark, taking in her serious reaction, making a frown come across his face, “my love, please tell me what is wrong.”
“I think that women should be allowed to go to University,” before he can say anything, she leans forward and moves her hands so that she is griping his (which Anthony did not thoroughly enjoy, as he prefers to be the one leading) and she smiles, her eyes twinkling, “I mean, look at Eloise, she is so smart; she should be allowed to show others that and she should be allowed expand her knowledge.”
Now, Anthony was raised with manners, and he was raised to respect other people’s opinions, but he can’t help but laugh, his voice booming.
She sighs and leans back, dropping his hands, a loud thud following as her back hits the seat. Of course, he would laugh he is a man after all, and what else is she to expect?
“I-I’m sorry,” he attempts to breathe out, reaching forward to take her hands again, “but that-at is preposterous.” She sighs, ripping her hands from his.
“You are a fool to think women are less than men,” she does not meet his eyes, deciding to glance out of the window Anthony was before, watching the houses go past and trees begin to emerge.
He frowns, straightening his posture, “I do not believe women are less than men, I believe,” smiling, he leans forward, lifting a hand to gently cup her cheek, making her blush, “that there are certain responsibilities that men have, and that is one.”
She turns, eyes bright with fury as she pushes his hand away, “responsibilities?” She scoffs, straightening her posture, “responsibilities? I have never heard such a joke.” She brushes down her skirt, glaring at him, “it is a pleasure, a gift, to be allowed to educate yourself in a chosen field of study, to even educate yourself!” Her voice is raised so that she is practically shouting, making his eyes widen.
“Darling -”
“No! I do not wish to rely on a man for the rest of my life, and I do not even own my own body,” she begins to make a range of hand gestures, and her husband’s eyes widened further at the sight.
“Have you gone hysterical?” He worries for his wife, considering calling the carriage to stop so that he could call for a doctor.
“How dare you!” It is in fact (Y/n) who got the carriage to stop as she hit the side angrily, making his draw drop. Hiking up her skirts, she pushes the door open and steps out; the carriage had come to a stop.
Anthony follows her, smiling at their employees in reassurance, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment, “my love.”
She continues, ignoring the fool of a man whom she married.
Anthony begins to quicken his pace, noticing her heading for the forest, and he takes a step-in front of her, stopping her, “I did not mean to offend you.”
“Well… you did,” she brushes past him, brushing herself down.
He does not go after her, gripping his hair and spinning in a circle before he gasps proudly, “Your body is your own! I never even knew I owned it.” She turns to him and gives him a glare that pierces his soul, making him pull a nervous smile, “you do not even know how lucky you are!” It takes all that she can to not scream.
“I am sorry (Y/n), please forgive me,” he sighs and gently walks over her, taking her hands in his and trying not to melt under her glare, “Mother always taught us that women are important and equal to us, we are all taught that women are gifts and I apologise for not realising that society does not treat you the same as it treats us, men.”
There is a moment of pause as she finally looks down to meet his eyes, but she does not answer.
“Tell me what you want, and I shall get it for you.”
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Lord Berbrooke appears unable to stop staring at the Viscountess, eyes wide as he reads the title of the book she is reading; it is of scientific nature. “What on Earth is your wife reading?”
Anthony looks away from his brother and up to the standing man. They are currently at the park, sitting down and talking as gentlemen too, a quick break from their families who they should be joining - his wife with his mothers, sisters, Gregory, and Colin.
“A book, I believe, Lord Berbrooke,” Anthony retorts and most men around them manage to choke back their laughter. He looks away from the man and over to his wife, his smile widening, making Benedict shake his head at his brother, a smile also forming.
“A book of science,” all eyes return to Anthony, who clenches his eyes shut, inhaling deeply.
Smiling, he turns behind him, withholding himself from making a comment on the man’s eyesight, “one day, you will marry and understand what exactly ‘happy wife, happy life’ means."
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Lord Berbrooke laughs loudly, proud of his own joke. Those around him, however, those Gentlemen, do not, because not only was it rude, but they have great respect for the Viscountess. This evening they are awaiting the ball to start, for the host to arrive, and pathetic conversations like this are the only form of entertainment that they currently have.
"What was that Lord Berbrooke?"
Their eyes widen, and the Baron turns to face the young woman, "nothing, my lady.” The room has gone quiet, everyone turning to face them, including her husband.
“You mentioned women being lesser than men, I believe?” The room’s gaze shifts to the man, many offended but all curious.
“Lord Bridgerton,” his gaze flickers to the man behind her. Anthony nods, walking forward to place his hand on the small of her back, facing the man with an arched brow. (Y/n) finds her cheeks flushing a deep shade, ignoring the looks of disgust from the Baron.
“I am not her keeper, Nigel.”
“It was simply concerning the fact that women should not work they should stay at home -”
“Excuse me, but to cook and clean, I am guessing?” He nods. (Y/n) sighs, placing her clasped hands against her front, looking down to him as if he is a child, “Lord Berbrooke, would you like your daughters to also be illiterate.”
He scoffs, turning to those in the room, chuckling, “no child of mine will be that uneducated.” Many do laugh this time, shaking their head at the young woman. She is not phased, which is something that her husband admires about her, as she instead shakes her head at them as if they are disobedient children.
There are several things that Anthony could say to this man, but he withholds.
“So, you wish for us to learn skills but not to use them?"
Silence.
She arches her brow, the light of the room making her glow, as an Angel, the Bridgertons would say.
"Well, I wouldn’t say -” he cuts his snobbish self-off, “Lord Bridgerton, control your wife.” He turns up his nose, staring down at her.
(Y/n) glances to her husband, who steps forward to come next to her, sliding his hand through her arm, “Lord Berbrooke.”
“Yes,” all eyes are on them, and everyone holds their breath. Anthony smiles, gaze fixating on his wife for a second, pure adoration in his eyes, before focusing on the Baron’s, adoration quickly drifting away.
“With all due respect, I would rather face your wrath than my wife’s."
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Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01 .
Disclaimer: These are fanfictions, however, the scenarios, dialogue, etc are of mine creation. Please do not copy or plagiarise my work, my work should only be found on this blog, nowhere else. I have also tried my best at writing British, etc.
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Anthony Bridgerton
Female Reader
“With all due respect, I would rather face your wrath than my wife’s.”
Benedict Bridgerton
Female Reader
