But imagine: Portia and Violet team up in Season 4. You CANNOT tell me that these two don’t already see what’s going on right in front of them. Violet was there in that drawing room and saw how her baby boi stared at Penelope like she was his favorite flavor of cookie. She heard Penelope say his beard made him look distinguished. 

Portia heard him say to her about her daughter that he was telling her things he could tell no one else for they would make him blush. She saw that smile Penelope gave her after he left. 

Violet and Portia schemes. 

Violet and Portia asking meddling questions. 

Violet and Portia interrupting Colin and Penelope with knowing looks.

Violet and Portia becoming buddies. 

Violet and Portia cackling when they realize these two thought they were being secretive.

Violet and Portia team up in S3! I WANT IT

They are back at it again

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thy mother’s delight - threefundamentaltruths - Bridgerton (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

April 1826: In honor of Violet’s 60th birthday, Colin loses the beard for the first time in years. Reactions vary, with the most dramatic coming from an unexpected source.

(Inspired by scruffy!Colin in the s2 filming pics + YouTube compilations of babies’ reactions to their dads shaving, such as can be found here.)

agatha bridgerton to her own dad:

Meanwhile during S2 the Bridgertons be like:

Rewatching S1E6 and

Colin: “Mother seems perfectly happy to me”

Violet:

???

if no-one has yet made a gifset of Anthony and Violet basically hanging onto each other I will be very disappointed

(this is one example:

but there are many many scenes like this)

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The beauty of seeing the whole #bridgerton family happy for Anthony, who, thanks to Kate, has rediscovered a smile and lightness!❤️

It Is Just Tea

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

a/n: I really wanted to write someone new and Bridgerton is the current hyperfixation so enjoy the possible inaccuracies lol. But also look at his hands in that gif, oh my god

summary: you drink some of Benedict’s special tea and now Benedict must take care of you until the effects wear off. With such a tea in your system, you can’t help but bring up some truths you’ve been hiding and Benedict is right there to comfort you.

word count: 2.1k

The Bridgerton’s lounged in the drawing room as they usually did when the days lulled and the invitations had yet to arrive. Spending their day doing various activities that they had been taught from an early age. 

Benedict leaned closer to Colin, whispering feverishly as you walked into the room, going unnoticed by your husband or anyone else as they were all immersed in their own business.

Your brows furrow, smile amused as you take in your husband’s excited expression whilst Colin grows more weary by the moment, his eyes glancing between Benedict and their mother. 

Looking away you notice a cup of tea of a precarious color sitting idly next to Benedict’s sketchbook. Having just gotten back to the home, you were rather parched yourself. Glancing at Benedict you see him still deep in conversation with Colin, obviously trying to convince him of something. 

Not thinking your husband would mind you taking a bit of his tea, you take hold of the cup and bring it to your lips. Your face twisted and screwed up at the taste of perhaps the most awful tea you had ever tasted in your entire life. It had the strangest texture as well. You knew how Benedict preferred his tea but perhaps he wanted to try something new. And perhaps that is why the cup appeared to be basically untouched. But despite the taste, it satiated your desperate need for a drink, so you continued to swallow it down. 

It only took a few moments before two loud gasps sounded out throughout the quiet room and both Benedict and Colin shouted your name. 

“Don’t drink that!” They both followed with as they came rushing over to you. You choke on the drink from the sudden noise before carefully setting it back down, clearing your throat, and watching with wide eyes as the brothers came to stand before you. Your eyes locked onto Benedict’s shocked expression. 

“I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t think you’d mind. It is just tea,” you explain, brows furrowed, motioning toward the drink. 

“Yes, brother. You’re married now. I think it’s about time you learn to share,” Eloise called out from her spot in the room, book in hand. Benedict took a moment to glare at his sister from over his shoulder before his eyes fell back on you, the look in them more concerned now than shocked. He took a step closer. 

“It’s not just tea, my love,” Benedict explained, a grin threatening to pull at the corner of his lips. You inhale sharply, placing a hand on your stomach to center yourself. 

“Then what is it?!” You ask, a bit too loud, your head jerking to the side to look down at it. Benedict and Colin are quick to shush you, bringing your attention back to them. You look at them expectantly, wondering what it is exactly you just drank. 

“Um…” the brothers say together, sending each other dubious looks. Your brows furrow, eyes moving between them. Worry began churning your stomach the longer they hesitated. 

“Is it medicine?” You ask, needing any answer they’ll give at this point. “It certainly tasted as foul as medicine often does,” you add, pursing your lips in disgust at the memory of that awful taste. Benedict’s lips pull down into a pursed frown, often a sign he was attempting to hold back his laughter. Which only caused you to grow even more confused. 

Benedict quickly took notice of your expression and his features softened. He moved over to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking you firmly against him, sending down a soft smile. 

“Yes, dear, some may describe it as medicinal,” he explains lightly, causing Colin to snort and his mother to scold him for it. You look to Colin, not understanding what was so funny. This had begun to grow frustrating and you were feeling stranger as the minutes ticked on. 

“Well will it harm me?” You question a little more firmly, raising a brow at Benedict. His mouth drops open but nothing comes out. He hesitates, appearing to not know what to say. 

“No, but I think it wise you two spend the evening alone and away from prying eyes,” Colin interrupts, and when you look to him you see him sending you a punctuated look before doing the same to Benedict. 

Benedict’s face lights up as understanding washes over him. They both seem to glance at the family before Colin nods at his brother and turns around to go back to his book and acting as if nothing had just happened. You wait for Benedict to explain. Anything really. 

“Benedict, what’s happening?” You whisper desperately, trying to blink back a forming cloud in your mind. Your husband looks down at you, noticing your pupils slowly growing in size. His hand squeezes your waist as he starts guiding you two out the door, his focus remaining on you and his eyes and the firm hand on your body is the only thing grounding you at the moment. 

“Come along now, darling wife. I’ll explain everything in the privacy of our quarters,” he offers, his voice starting to slur and slow down. You briefly wonder if he had gotten any of the tea as a lightness threatens to fill your body. 

Benedict had just enough time to explain the tea, what was in the tea, and what the powder in the tea meant for you before you were completely out of it. 

“Benny!” You squealed, wiggling around in his lap. After a lot of running around, giggling, and crashing into things, Benedict had finally managed to calm you down enough to get you into his lap. You had been staring out the window, eyes wide for a good fifteen minutes as he sat his sketchbook in your lap and started drawing before you suddenly cried out. 

“Yes, my sweet?” He asked, not looking away from the sketch of you he had started whilst you were dazed. You frown, much preferring his attentions on the real you. Leaning closer to him, you start leaving open-mouth kisses all over his face. His brows jump in surprise and a smile threatens his lips but he doesn’t much react. 

“I wanna play with you,” you whisper between kisses and giggles as thoughts of how his scruff tickles or how his skin smells of sweets fill your head without permission. This time your comment forces out a short bit of laughter from Benedict. He finally looks away from his drawing, setting it down on a table to watch you, extremely amused. 

“Really now? I didn’t know the tea would bring such impropriety out of you,” he muses, grin wide and eyes sparkling as he watches you nuzzle against his face. You pulled away as his words slowly started to connect and you giggled at their implication. 

“Not what I meant, Benedict!” You shouted through your laughter. A heaviness suddenly pulled at your heart and your smile dropped, laughter quickly ceasing. The sudden shift in mood made your world feel off its axis and you clutched Benedict’s collar to steady yourself. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you. Always s’busy now…” you hear yourself saying though you don’t remember allowing the words to pass through. 

Yes, you had grown a bit lonely, but Benedict loved what he was doing and you wouldn’t take it away from him simply because you wanted more attention. You had sworn to yourself you wouldn’t say anything but it seems this tea had loosened your lips. 

Benedict’s amusement drained from his face. His features softened as he looked over you, his hands pulling you further up his lap and closer to his chest. 

“Oh, my sweet love, I apologize. I know I’ve been busy as of late,” he starts lowly, sincerity bleeding through his tone. A hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping across your cheekbone. “You don’t deserve fleeting moments of passion, you deserve my time, my life. As my world you deserve everything and as your husband it is my job to provide it for you,” he expresses, passion and determination clear in his every word. 

Some part of you past the cloud of fog in your mind wants to cry in relief at his declaration and have a deeper conversation about this. But another part of you, one that currently has much more control, can’t take his words seriously. Though your husband has always had a silver tongue, you knew his truth sat with his actions. 

“Dear husband, how generous you are,” you said with clear sarcasm, making a show of being as dramatic as possible. Benedict lets out a few breathless laughs, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you. 

“Well, I do try,” he spoke through clenched teeth and a wide smile as his hands snaked down to your stomach. His fingers pressed into your skin as he began tickling you. 

You squealed, back arching in a number of directions as you tried to move away from his torturous grasp. All the while uncontrolled laughter poured out from your lips. Benedict laughed with you, delighted to see you so freely laughing. His heart ached as he tried to remember the last time he had made you laugh. 

“B-Benedict! B-Ben-Benedict stop it!” You gasped brokenly as you attempted to speak through your laughter. Benedict raised a brow, head tilting slightly, his hands still working against your stomach. 

“What would you suggest I do instead, love?” He questioned, thinking there was no better sight than your smile, no better sound than your laughter. He couldn’t imagine anything greater than to continue this. 

“Find something to amuse yourself,” you demanded, your breath harsh. Your stomach had begun to ache but you couldn’t deny it felt brilliant to laugh this much. In an instant his fingers had ceased their movement. You slouched against him, taking in deep breaths of air. 

But it didn’t last long as two hands were soon after holding your face and guiding you to a familiar pair of lips. Just as you had gotten your breath back, Benedict kisses you, taking it all away again. He swallows your sound of surprise, moving his lips against yours, passionately and languidly. You quickly caught up, pressing your body against his, your hands clutching his shoulders as your lips worked as a team, kissing each other deeply as if discovering each other again for the first time. 

When you broke apart you were both breathless, heavy breaths mingling together. You smiled, eyes flickering over his features. You noticed Benedict appearing to do the same. The awed and dazed look in his eye made your heart race. You both remained silent as you gazed upon each other, a pleasant hum buzzing throughout your body. Benedict spoke after a few long moments. 

“Beautiful is not word enough to describe you,” he said softly, a small smile greeting you. You mirrored it, resting your cheek against one of the hands that still held your face. Benedict’s smile slowly disappeared as a thought came to him. “I know my words come easy, but I swear, I give you all my time from now on. Until you grow sick of me and command me away, I am yours. All of me,” he says, his words flowing fiercely and with strong passion. Your eyes narrow playfully as you move closer to him. 

“Do you promise?” You whisper. Amusement sparks through his expression and he grins wide. 

“I promise, dear,” he promises softly, sending you a light nod in confirmation as his hands move down to hold your waist. You start to nod along with him, becoming hypnotized by the moment. He chuckles quietly in response. The sound makes you jerk back, blinking rapidly. 

Your blank gaze moves away from him for a moment as you look around the room suspiciously, eyes still narrowed. When your eyes fall back on him, they widen a bit in surprise. But then you’re curling a finger, signaling for him to draw closer. Benedict follows your silent order and leans in. 

“Don’t tell Benedict but I don’t believe I could ever grow tired of him. I cherish him too dearly, you see,” you whisper, explaining everything softly and conspiratorially. Benedict purses his lips as he attempts to hold back his laughter. He eventually manages a firm nod and a serious expression before he speaks. 

“I promise I won’t say a word,” he swears, hand placed over his heart. You giggle, your face lighting up as you rest back against him, head laying on his shoulder. Benedict smiles, kissing your forehead tenderly before picking up his sketchbook and continuing his drawing of you as you toyed with one of his golden buttons. 

Violet: What should I get Anthony for his birthday?

Daphne:Medication

Violet: You are my third least favorite child

Colin:…I can live with that

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The smell of gunpowder filled your nostrils as the smoke was curling up from your riffle. Opening your one eye again, moved you, your head a bit to the side. You wanted to see how well you had done. Opposite from you, heard you a cry, followed by arms swaying up in the air. You exhaled deep at the sound of the loud thud. A body dropping to the ground. No… a corpse. Without thinking to much of it, hurried you up to your feet. The thorns from the bush you had been hiding behind, scratching your hands. Pulling the handle back, readied you, your riffle for another run. 

It had to be quick as danger was nearby. Jumping over the bush, hurried you to rejoin your group. Dragging your boots through the puddles. You heard voices, thinking, hoping you had found your group again. Some twigs snapped underneath a heavy boot as it set you off. Your muscles squinted together, sending a wave of panic rushing through your body. You tried to hear from where the sounds came. Somewhere before emerged a man from between the trees. You gasped spotting him. He did the same. Both of you hid as quickly as you could behind a tree for coverage.

Holding your riffle in front of you, added you a bit more gunpowder to it. – “Friend or foe!” – called you out loud. You had to be absolutely sure. There was a risk it was the enemy. You had to act quick than to terminate him. If he was a friend, it would be wise not to kill him as you were already outnumbered. – “Friend!” – heard you him shout back from a distance. The soft wind picking up his voice. – “How can I be certain of that!” – shouted you back. – “State your name and division, Sir!” – You waited for an answer, your eyes scanning the scenery before you. You didn’t want to be ambushed. – “Sir Richard Davis, eleventh division under the watch of General Camberfelt!” – shouted he loud as it made you exhale relieved. – “State yours!” – carried the wind away. 

“Lord Y/n Bridgerton, ninth division under the watch of General Williams.” – answered you. – “Bridgerton?” – heard you him repeat. You slowly came from behind the tree, your opponent do the same. From afar, lowered both of you, your riffles. Stepping over crunching leaves, made you, your way over to him. Davis and you met in the middle, patting each other on the arm. – “Ninth? You are far from your station.” – spoke Sir Davis, walking beside you. You hummed loud. – “We got separated.” – replied you. Glancing over your shoulder, were you reminded of what you left behind. Holes in the ground created by explosions. Dismembered soldiers lost forever.

“Here.” – Sir Davis offered you some water from his flask. – “You seem thirsty son.” – You gladly accepted it, pouring the sweet cold water down your throat. When you handed him back the flask, noticed you he had been staring at you. Quirking your eyebrow up, wondered you what he saw in you. – “You seem young.” – stated he. You laughed soft. – “Six-and-twenty, sir.” – answered you proudly. Sir Davis chuckled, patting you on a back. – “A wise young man, I see.” – you turned to look at the woods before you, but Sir Davis was not done speaking yet. – “You the eldest?” – questioned he. You shook your head. – “Third, Sir. When we received the note, I went instead of my brothers.” – your mind went back to the time, you first received the note. The note that would stir a lot of emotions.

Violet handed the note over to Anthony. – “It’s from the army.” – whispered she at him. Anthony’s eyes widened, immediately getting up. He left the parlor as you followed him. You heard enough to understand what it was about. Anthony walked into his study, exhaling deep as his hands leaned against his desk. He got startled by the door opening. You entered, shutting the door behind you. – “What are you doing here Y/n.” – asked Anthony of you, not even have opened the note. – “I’ll do it.” – said you firmly. Anthony gaped at you when you pointed at the note in his hand. – “I… what?” – breathed he out. – “I knew this day would come. Every household in London has been receiving them.” – explained you to your brother. 

Anthony was stunned for a moment at your keen observation. Anthony turned himself around to quickly read the note. – “You cannot change my mind about it. I am going.” – insisted you whilst Anthony was still reading. His eyes hastily moving over the words, hoping he hadn’t read anything wrong. He exhaled deep, placing the note down. – “I am the eldest… It is required of me to go.” – spoke he, his back still faced to you. – “It is not, brother.” – Anthony straightened his back, turning slowly around to you. – “You expect me to let you take my place? Y/n, I…” – he shook his head, baffled at the words that didn’t seem to form in his mind. – “This is absurd!” – mumbled he out, rubbing his chin.

You firmly walked across the room to him. – “You are needed here, brother! To look after mother and the others.” – you reminded him of his duty. – “The entire family relies on you. You are the head of the house.” – Anthony bit his lip, shaking his head slightly. – “Then it is still not your task, Y/n.” – said he. You puffed loud, crossing your arms. – “What? You wish to send Benedict? You know as good as me that he wouldn’t survive a day out there.” – called you out, Anthony slightly agreeing with you. – “Benedict his place is with art, not with war.” – Anthony couldn’t argue with that. Defeated slumped he against his desk, exhaling long and deep.

“What must I do…” – muttered he to himself, rubbing his palms against his eye sockets. – “I’ll take the family’s place.” – reminded you him. – “Y/n you…” – started Anthony. – “This is my purpose, Anthony! To fight in honor of my family. War is upon us, and we cannot deny it any longer. If it means getting a chance to end it all, to prevent the war to come knocking on our doorstep. I would gladly take on the beast for survival of our family.” – In that moment understood Anthony. With much pain in his heart, had it to be you. The memory drifted away like snippets of paint touching water.

Footsteps made you alert again. Bringing your riffle to the front, readied you, yourself. Squinting your eyes, spotted you from afar dark patterns against the green scenery. – “Incoming!” – shouted you loud, diving to a secure place. Sir Davis did the same. Rolling over to the other side. Hidden between the bushes, pulled you, your riffle up your shoulder. Closing one eye, focused you on the marching group. They were shouting as well in their language, sending out orders. Bullets were flying around your ears, making you duck down even deeper. You never had gotten used to those sounds. The thrilling sounds of war. Useless war against each other. Sir Davis lifted himself a bit up, firing at the opposite squad. You did as well, silencing your moral. Clearing your mind was the best way to fight this war. 

If you stood long enough still to think about what you were doing, you were death. In more ways anyone could possibly think. You fired a shot, sending a soldier down. Ducking again, missed you the bullets firing above your head. – “Bridgerton!” – shouted Sir Davis at you. You got on your knees again, firing again. More men arrived as you felt cornered. Narrowed down. – “Sir Davis!” – yelled you out, getting his attention. He groaned, gritting his teeth. Firing again, send you another man down. Needing to reload, lay you down on the ground. Your coat catching up dirt. Men were falling down like birds, dropping to the ground. There was just one more left. One more man that stood between your survival.

You got up, aiming at him. He was aiming at you as well. You shot first, watching the body drop. – “Bridgerton!” – called Sir Davis out, making you turn sharply around. You had heard it as well. Sir Davis his gun had blocked, leaving him to struggle with it to fire. Standing face to face with the enemy that had snuck up from behind. You raised your riffle, just having to move the handle for another round. It had to be quickly as in a split second all could be done. Adrenaline was shooting through your body, gritting your teeth at the movement of your hand. A shot got fired. A breathless gasp left your mouth, leaving you to receive the impact. 

Your arms slowly opening as you dropped to your knees. Your expression numb as the dark crimson red stained your shirt. Sir Davis was shouting as another shot got fired. With foggy eyes, saw you, your opponent fall back with such intensity it swooped him off his feet. Releasing a deep and long breath, rolled your eyes back. Any control you had over your body lost as it dropped to the ground with a loud thud. – “Bridgerton!” – Called Sir Davis out. He dived to his knees, rolling your body over to him. – “Stay with me.” – said he, tapping your cheek. – “Stay with me son.” – repeated he, pushing your cheek with his palm. Feeling a gurgle, coughed you out blood.

Sir Davis’s hand hovered over the red stains forming on your shirt. The red circle growing wider. – “Sir…” – whispered you out, finding some strength to speak. Sir Davis was afraid to look away from your wound. Afraid to look you in the eye. Even though your eyes were closed. You had not the strength to open them. Your body shuddered with every cough that brought along some blood. – “I’m sorry son… forgive me.” – said he, lowering his head. You knew you were not getting through this. Waiting for the dark shim to come and claim you. Sputtering out some blood, reached you for your inside pocket. Slowly opening your eyes, clutched you onto a piece of paper. – “Please…” – whispered you out, barely finding the strength to do so. 

Sir Davis lifted his head up, seeing you slide a blood-stained folded paper to him. – “My mother…” – begged you, finding it harder to swallow. Sir Davis gripped onto the paper for you. – “I promise you son. I promise you.” – With some relief, dropped you, your head, eyes rolling back as you drew your last breath. Sir Davis lowered his head against your chest, sobbing loud. It took him a while, but he finished digging a grave for you. He knew he couldn’t take your body with him. Yet he wanted to give you a proper burial. Before he buried you, removed he something significant of you from your vest. To give your family recognition it was you that had passed. Fighting in honor of your country and for the crown.

Violet froze when she heard the knock on the door. Something was amiss, she had felt it all night. She waited curious in the hallway for the doorman to open the door. She tried to get a glimpse of who was at the door. A voice coming through. – “I have an urgent message for the Bridgerton family.” – Violet’s hand moved to her chest, clutching onto it. Anthony frowned, coming down the stairs. – “Mother?” – said he curious, laying his hand on her frozen body. She breathed again at the touch of her son. Anthony looked upon the door with a confused glance. He widened his eyes at the sight of a man in a uniform. 

A uniform that hinted he was a general. He was allowed to enter, bowing before Anthony and Violet. – “I come baring news.” – said he respectfully. Violet wettened her lips, having a hint of what news he brought. It was not accustomed for generals to come bare news at the Homefront when their child was doing great. Anthony straightened his back, holding his hands firmly behind his back. He motioned to his study as he did not want to send the man to the parlor. Anthony was leading the general to his study when a curious Gregory came lurking from outside the parlor. Anthony hissed at him to get back.

The general staid up straight when Violet and Anthony stood near his desk. The general placed his hand against his chest. – “Second general Smith, under command of General Williams, Ninth division.” – introduced he himself. – “I apologize for bringing this news to you.” – started he, shuffling his hand into his inside pocket. Violet released a sobbing gasp at the state of the blooded paper he revealed. Anthony widened his eyes, snatching the paper from the general’s hand. – “I…” – the general turned to Violet, bowing deep to her. – “Your son fought proudly for his country and crown.” – Anthony inhaled sharp, seeing his mother collapse to the ground. She had fallen down, opening her mouth as no sounds came out. 

Her voice caught in her throat. Anthony hurried to her side, taking her hand in his. She was rocking herself back and forth, her hand tight around her heart. One loud cry for help set her off. Her body trembling followed by a loud scream. Anthony felt the ground from underneath his feet, sending him under. He fell down on his bottom beside his mother, staring bewildered and lost in front of him. His hand trembled and shook with the blooded paper in it. – “I heard…” – called Benedict out, opening the door. Behind him was Daphne. They gasped at the display. Violet sobbing loud, crying for help as she bend down, her face near the ground. Her screams pierced through Anthony’s heart as it reminded him of the day his father died.

Benedict noticed the blooded paper in Anthony’s hand, sliding down the wall as his feet couldn’t carry him anymore. Moving the back of his head against the wall, told he himself not to cry. Daphne inhaled sharp at a sting of pain in her heart. – “I’m sorry for your lose.” – spoke the general before taking his leave. Benedict pulled his knees closer to his body, moving his hand through his hair. Sobbing loud, couldn’t he grasp that his brother was death. Gone. Daphne stumbled to the ground, feeling intense pain throughout her body. – “My baby!” – cried Violet out. – “My son!” – she felt as empty as the day she lost Edmund. Another piece of her family torn by death. She had fought away her terrors and nightmares for so long, she was at peace for a time. Now it hit her harder then before. Her own son. Lost in a more gruesome way then Edmund. Violet kept rocking herself, her hand clutched to her chest for if she wished really hard, you were perhaps laying in her arms. Her son, cradled against her chest, holding you one more time.

Anthony felt guilty. He let you leave. He was the one to agree with it. He send you off into the dangers. There was always a slight chance that you wouldn’t survive it, but now it had become a reality. – “It should’ve been me…” – confessed Benedict, wiping his tears away. – “It should’ve been…” – repeated he. – “Me!” – shouted he loud, balding his hands as he roared in terror. His entire body trembling with the intensity of his voice. His hands unfolded again, dropping lifeless next to his body, feeling dizzy. The door got opened again as the rest of the Bridgerton family entered. – “I saw a general, what happened?” – asked Colin, getting pushed aside by Eloise. Eloise took one glimpse of the room, hurrying back outside. 

Her hand covering her mouth as she made it midway the hallway before stumbling to the ground. Francesca gasped loud, smacking her back against the door, staring lost at the ground. – “My baby…” – kept Violet crying out. Colin gasped, throwing his arms around Gregory and Hyacinth. He pulled them away from the room, hearing them cry. – “Is Y/n death?” – asked Hyacinth with teary eyes. Colin slowly nodded. Her lip trembling as she screamed it out, swaying her arms around. She broke free from Colin’s grip, running into the parlor to cry her heart out. Gregory stumbled a bit backwards, unsure how to react to the death of his older brother.

Daphne cried it out, moving over to her mother. She clutched onto her, hugging her as she needed comfort. Violet hugged her firmly back. Anthony dared to open the note, wondering what it said. He moved his hand to his trembling mouth, the paper shaking in his hands. It was the letter his mother send to you before your departure. You had been holding onto it for so long. Now covered in blood stains. A darkness fell over the Bridgerton house. Another young soul taken away too soon. You still had so much to do. 

You still had to annoy Eloise with your brotherly jokes when she would participate in the social season. You still needed to see Daphne’s child. Tease your brothers till eternity. Bring your mother to shame by acting a bit reckless and teasing her. You still had so much to do in your life. – “Forgive me.” – said Anthony, his heart aching. Gregory stumbled in the room, coming to sit beside Anthony. Anthony threw an arm around him, bringing him closer. Gregory sniffed loud. – “I don’t know how to move on without him…” – said he, making Anthony rub his cheek against his hair. – “I know it is hard… but we will… Every day will feel like a challenge, but I assure you the pain will ease over time.”

“I don’t want it to ease…I don’t want to forget about Y/n, like I have forgotten about father.”

“I promise you, you won’t Gregory.”

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Summary: Emotions run high in the Bridgerton household with a wedding around the corner.

 ​Daphne made her way across maidens that were running around the place. A kitchen maid came hurdling in with packs of flour under her arms. Daphne swiftly moved around her, avoiding a colliding with the flour. She went into a corridor finding her sister Hyacinth, dreamingly humming a song. Daphne exhaled deep, relieved to see her. – “I heard it was urgent!” – breathed Daphne out. Hyacinth stopped dancing around, gasping at the sight of her sister. – “Daphne! You are here!” – exclaimed she, taking her sisters hands in hers. – “Yes, I am.” – replied Daphne, touching Hyacinth’s cheek with her thumb. Daphne was about to speak when she heard loud rumbling, followed by a familiar voice. – “This is madness!” – called Benedict out, throwing his hands up. 

His eyebrow quirked up at the sight of his sisters. Once he saw Daphne, stomped he over to her. – “You better fix this!” – pleaded he, almost begging her as it was getting to much for him. Daphne inhaled sharply, looking past her brother to the way he came from. Walking past him, went she on. Benedict let himself fall into one of the chairs, rubbing his eyes from exhaustion. Colin was pacing around, mumbling to himself, and scratching his hair. Not far from Colin, sat Gregory down on the ground with his hands in his hair. – “Oh, my…” – expressed Daphne at the state of her brothers. – “Where is mama?” – questioned she, walking up to Colin. – “Inside.” – pointed Colin out, hearing a moment later arguing from inside.

It made Gregory inhale sharply, widening his eyes more at the shouts. – “They’ve been at it almost all morning.” – confessed Colin. Daphne noticed the weary look on him, placing her hand on his shoulder. Daphne reached her hand out to the doorknob. A slight hesitation in her, not knowing what to find on the other side of the door. – “Don’t open it!” – called Francesca out, holding her hand out in an attempt to stop her. Her comment made Daphne turn around, bringing her hand closer to her body again. – “Oh, please do, Daphne.” – grinned Eloise, stepping beside Francesca, holding a box of chocolates in her hand. – “I have been dying to see another spectacle!” – She threw a chocolate in her mouth, pleasantly chewing on it. – “Benedict lasted exactly fifteen minutes in there.” – continued she with a smile on her face. – “He lasted longer than I would give him credit for.” – she snorted soft, finding herself amusing. 

Francesca shook her head with a soft sigh. “It is your own life you are risking.” – With Eloise’s final words, dared Daphne to open the door. She swung the door open as the voices in argument got louder. Sweeping her off her feet. Through the opening of the door, saw she Anthony and mama argue loudly. Sucking it up, entered Daphne gracefully. She shut the door behind her. Eloise spurted to the door, wanting to listen in and peek through the keyhole. – “Don’t be absurd, Eloise.” – pitched Francesca in. Eloise shushed her, wanting to hear it all. – “I say she lasts twenty minutes inside.” – betted she against herself with a smirk on her face. Francesca sighed loud, scooting Eloise aside. She came kneeling beside her, wanting to hear as well. Daphne brought her hand to her mouth, seeing Anthony and mama argue fiercely. 

It took them a second to acknowledge Daphne in the room. Anthony straightened his back, turning to his sister. – “You came.” – said he, his hands folded neatly behind his back. Daphne nodded as Violet stepped up to her. – “It’s wonderful to see you.” – she kissed Daphne on the cheek. – “Where is Y/n?” – questioned Daphne curious. – “Here!” – answered you, stepping from behind some panels that shielded you. You were far from fully dressed. Still needing to put on your mousseline dress. At the sight of you smiled Anthony. – “My sweet sister.” – said he, holding his hand out to you. With an extended hand, went you up to him. Placing your hand in his, sought you out help at Daphne. “Shouldn’t Y/n, be ready?” – spoke Daphne, poking at the argument again, unwillingly. 

“She should be!” – insisted Violet, glaring at her eldest son. – “I already told you mother; I know what is best for Y/n!” – Violet laughed loud, finding her son amusing. Anthony clenched his jaw at his mothers humor. – “As her mother, I know what is best for her!” – spewed Violet right back at him. Daphne couldn’t quite follow what the argument was about. Anthony turned around, fetching a soft pink mousseline dress. – “Y/n looks radiant in soft pink!” – called he out loud. Violet waved her hand away, ridiculing his choice of dress. Violet took a hold of her own dress, showing Anthony a graceful white mousseline dress. – “White is the proper standard!” – replied she politely with a mockingly smile.

Pink!” – hissed Anthony out, shoving the dress closer to you. – “White!” – answered Violet, raising her voice to overpower his tone. – “Pink!” – repeated Anthony, practically, showcasing the dress against your figure. – “White!” – insisted Violet, presenting her dress over Anthony’s. – “Help me.” – said you to Daphne, who was still trying to process the bickering. – “White is a standard color for a wedding dress!” – spread Violet out loud. – “You know that!” Anthony gritted his teeth, tossing his dress over a chair. – “Fine! If you insist on white, we’ll have it your way, mother!” – responded he, sounding a bit belittling. Violet hummed victorious, handing you the white dress. – “Put this on darling.” – asked she with a sugary sweet smile. She pushed you back towards the panels as you disappeared behind it. – “I cannot believe you.” – said Daphne, shaking the shock off her. – “Both of you!” – corrected she herself, looking on each turn to them. 

Anthony swallowed nervously, looking away. Violet started fumbling her dress, looking ashamed at the ground. – “Have any of you taken a true interest in Y/n? or are you only putting your own matters at hand?” – Daphne crossed her arms, shaking her head at her families behavior. Exhaling deep, understood she how frantically Benedict rushed out of the room. You cleared your throat, coming back in sight to present them with the white wedding dress. Immediately saw you a change in their expression. Violet gasped in delight, bringing her hands to her chest. Anthony was gaping at you, finding you suddenly more mature then you were to him. You opened your hands a bit, slowly stepping in a circle to present you fully to them. – “And?” – asked you, pressing your hands against your side. 

Daphne took the word, walking up to you. – “As perfect as the day you were born.” – complimented she. It made you smile, hugging Daphne warmly. Anthony cleared his throat a bit, turning around to a table. There let he his fingers glide over some jewels. He smiled pleasingly at a ruby necklace. Carefully picking it up, returned he to you. He held it near your neck, smiling beyond himself. Violet rolled with her eyes, going over to the table as well. Anthony nodded intriguing at you, letting you know it was a good choice. Daphne had her doubts, tilting her head a bit to the side. Violet returned with a pearl necklace, smiling. She pushed Anthony’s hand down with her own, wanting her own display to be presented. She smiled at Daphne, trying to win her over with her choice. Anthony huffed loud, moving his choice of necklace above his mothers. – “Daphne!” – said he, wanting to have her on his side. 

Violet shook her head, glaring at Anthony. – “Pearls, it brings out her eyes.” – sugar coated Violet. Anthony pushed her necklace away, holding the rubies up again. – “Rubies, bring the attention to her face.” – hissed Anthony out. Violet and Anthony were on the brink of bickering again as you could only stand there perfectly still. Not wanting to upset either one of them. – “Mama, Anthony please.” – begged Daphne, not wanting things to escalate again. “It is Y/n’s wedding day, please try to be reconsidering.” – begged she, folding her hands in a praying gesture. – “You are right.” – answered Anthony, turning towards you. – “Y/n, Rubies right!” – asked he with a smile that hinted more than a simple greeting. You swallowed nervously as mama also presented you the pearls.

“Listen to your dear mother. Take the pearls.” – she kept moving the pearls closer to you. Both of them kept insisting their own jewels at you. Waving your hand in front of you, felt you suddenly hot. Cramped, cornered. You didn’t want to disappoint any of them. – “Enough!” – called Daphne out loud, startling both of them. – “Can you not see how suffocating you are towards her!” – you breathed shakily, stumbling a bit back. Anthony and Violet were staring at you, focusing on you. – “Please…” – said you with a deep swallow. – “I…I… I can’t continue like this.” – confessed you, waving your hand for some cool. You felt like crying and running away at the same time. Just pull all those pins out of your hair and ugly cry your way out of this room. You never cared for appearances, all you wanted was for Tewkesbury to simply find you beautiful. Whatever the rest thought didn’t matter. – “I love both of you, I do… but please…” – you felt tears come up from how shaky your voice sounded. 

Anthony took a step back, bowing to you. – “I am sorry sister.” – said he out loud, feeling suddenly ashamed of his behavior. Violet lowered the jewels in her hand, apologizing as well. – “Let us leave, allowing Y/n to continue to prepare. She has lost a lot of time.” – Daphne gestured to the door, wanting them both to leave. She opened her hand so that they could place the necklaces in hers. In silence left they the room. For a split second saw you the surprised expressions on your siblings faces. Daphne exhaled deep, feeling suddenly lighter. – “Thank you.” – said you, hugging her. Daphne pressed you close to her body. – “I didn’t know how much longer I would keep it together.” – breathed you out, squeezing her body. She giggled softly, questioning what the family would ever do without her. Clearly run around in chaos like headless chickens. – “Now prepare, your Viscount is waiting.” – whispered she. With a last goodbye kiss against your forehead, left she the room as well. 

As a silence fell upon the room, needed you a moment to sit down. To give some peace to the swirling chaos in your head. In a few hours would you be a Viscountess. If you said yes of course. Why was this even a question, of course you were going to say yes to Tewkesbury. He was the love of your life. You didn’t want to spend another moment apart from him. The balls you went to with him were a delight but always had you to say goodbye when it ended. From the moment you met him, knew you, he was the one. That deep love, Daphne talked about so much. You shot up, hearing the door open. Thankfully it were just some maids, entering to assist you with the final touches. You choice a necklace for yourself as well as a diadem. Feeling truly ready, nodded you at the maid near the door to open it. The door opened slowly as you heard whispers slip through. They reached you ears, till they suddenly died out. 

All eyes turning towards you in awe. Anthony was beyond himself, smiling proudly at you. Gregory poked Hyacinth in the side, squinting his eyes amusingly at you. Benedict and Colin slowly nodded approving. Eloise hated to admit it, but you looked more ready for marriage then she thought you would. Violet was the proudest of all, close to tears. Daphne pressed her lips together to let it sink in. Her sister, suddenly not so little anymore. Francesca was gaping at you, stunned by your beauty. – “Well.” – said you, wanting to get a reaction out of them. – “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” – said Colin as first, gleaming with pride. Benedict moved his hand to his mouth, suppressing a loud sob that he didn’t want to express. You smiled from ear to ear, walking out of the room, into the warm presence of your family. 

Tewkesbury stood at the front. His eyes were glued onto the long path that would bring you to him. His eyes glided to the seats, seeing your family sit down with a smile on their faces. Exhaling deep, released he some nerves from his shoulders. All eyes turned to the back when Francesca appeared. Her pace slow and graceful as she stared smilingly in front of her. Near Tewkesbury, curtsied she. Tewkesbury bowed to her, before she took her place as your bridesmaid. It was time for you to appear. For you to show yourself and walk up to your husband to be. Music filled the church you were in. Feeling a bit nervous, took you a deep breath. – “I love you so much, Y/n.” – whispered Anthony to you, leaning a bit closer to you. – “It is an honor to give you away.” – he smiled, pressing a kiss against your cheek. 

Smiling, allowed you Anthony to guide you down the aisle. At the sight of Tewkesbury, felt you tingly. He had a way of messing with your head, forgetting about your surroundings for a moment. Tewkesbury widened his eyes at the sight of you. His lovely bride. His Viscountess. Anthony moved in front of you, kissing your hand, before taking a seat next to his mother. Tewkesbury and you greeted each other. He with a bow, you with a curtsy. Taking his hand, walked you up the last few steps to be at his level. Your hand still in his, let he his thumb stroke yours. Glancing over your shoulder, saw you Francesca nod agreeingly. Staring intensely at each other, said you, your vows. 

Swearing each other loyalty and care. The priest gestured with his hand, letting you know you could seal the marriage with a kiss. Tewkesbury took a step closer to you, bringing his hand up to your cheek. – “My Viscountess.” – whispered he underneath his breath. – “My Viscount.” – whispered you back. Your lips collided with his, having longed for them for so long. You can’t believe how many time has passed since you first met him. Everything you endure with him. The lonely nights, wishing for him to be near. The love letters. The passing glances. Stolen touches. No more hiding. 

Tewkesbury and you were one now. Never to be apart. Bound to one another. You were his and he was yours. No one was going to take that away now. Finally married came all your dreams out. A life with Tewkesbury. Your gentleman that rescued you from a rebellious mission to a ribbon shop. That wasn’t afraid of your brother’s judgement. That defied every woman, just having eyes for you. You had to squeeze yourself to make it feel real. Taking his hand, turned you towards your family. Your family that you loved to the core. It would be a change, to not always be around. But you promised to barge in so many times, they might get tired of you. 

ewkesbury brought your hand up, kissing the top of it. – “I love you Y/n.” – whispered he in your ear. You couldn’t suppress a smile, kissing his cheek. – “I love you too Tewkesbury. Now and forever.” – with the carriage ready, followed everyone you outside. Anthony couldn’t help himself but give some last brotherly warning to Tewkesbury. You heard snippets of it, containing something about him better never breaking your heart. You hugged your sisters, wishing them all well. Promising to be back soon. Your brothers had a hard time, watching you go, but with much pain in their heart, waved they you goodbye. 

Wishing you much luck on the new chapter of your life. Begging you to not forget about them. You could never, but now it was time to focus on Tewkesbury for a while. The two of you got in the carriage, sharing another delightful kiss. With a new horizon set upon, road you off. Off towards your happily ever after. 

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