series: colour fill — canon compliant fics centred on s4
good shot [t] [one-shot] — sophie and anthony are paired up in a game of pall mall. nobody expects this to go well
series: midnights — vampire benedict, fairy sophie, from 1815 to ...?
meet me at midnight [t] [one-shot] — london, 1815. benedict meets an enchanting fairy at his mother's masquerade ball, and contemplates making a wish
other modern aus
a dream is a wish your heart makes [t] [one-shot] — sophie is a cinderella princess party entertainer, benedict is afraid of disney lawyers
a proposal from an assistant [m] [multi-chapter, ongoing] — sophie is a book editor, benedict is her assistant, inspired by the proposal
and i could see you being my addiction (you can see me as a secret mission) [m] [one-shot] — 4 times benedict and sophie try to hide their situationship + 1 time francesca already knows her roommate and brother are dating
dimension 20
a court of fey and flowers
a proposal most unorthodox [t] [one-shot] — binx and andhera, inspired by the locked tomb
why, revenge, of course [t] [multi-chapter, on hiatus] — suntar and wuvvy crashes a wedding for fun and for revenge
fantasy high
no return [t] [multi-chapter, on hiatus] — fantasy high junior year girlies, inspired by yellowjackets
i love making spreadsheets. the only problem with making spreadsheets is that i don't have enough things to turn into spreadsheets. the spreadsheet market is in shambles. but i can't just ask people if i'm allowed to make them spreadsheets, because if you go up to someone and go can i make you a spreadsheet they go literally why would you do that. but Sometimes you can social engineer your way into making a spreadsheet for someone and that's the most beautiful feeling in the world.
My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you … I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you.
"The Human Seasons" by John Keats // Benedict & Sophie
hello leigh! love your fics. may i humbly request your take on benedict's reaction in the aftermath of sophie breaking up with him in 4x06. poor puppy's just been kicked ...
He wanders back into Bridgerton House, and very quickly realize that there is absolutely nowhere in this house to feel what he needs to feel.
His bedroom just reminds him of their night together.
Anthony is home and taking up the study.
The drawing room is occupied, and anyways, that's where Sophie poured tea on him that one time.
The nursery - where he used to have all his breakdowns, if he's honest, after his father died - is occupied by the child that is to take his place.
Back to his bachelor lodgings? Quiet and cold and dimly lit and just...
Lonely.
There is nowhere to go.
There is nowhere that feels truly his. That hasn't been taken over by family or touched by her.
Perhaps the garden? Though Eloise may find him, and he can't face her right now; can't tell her the truth, but can't hide it, either.
"Fffuck," he utters, rubbing his eyes.
Might as well just do it in the front hall.
*****
It isn't that Anthony isn't used to his brother's strange behavior. Quite the opposite.
It's just that usually his behavior is much more jovial.
"Brother?" he asks quietly.
Benedict clears his throat and shakes out his head and turns to face him, smiling. "Yes."
It's a terrible smile.
Just...
Horrible.
It's not an expression Anthony has ever seen on his brother's face. A too-tight smile paired with pained eyes and much, much paler skin than usual.
"What is wrong?" Anthony asks immediately. "What has happened"
"Nothing you need worry about," Benedict promises. "Truly. It is good news for you."
Anthony looks confused. "Good-?"
"She ended it," Benedict tells him. "She is...she is taking a position elsewhere, so...do not worry, Anthony. The family reputation is safe."
They stand there in complete silence.
"Benedict-"
"It is fine."
Anthony reaches out to grip his shoulder. "There will be other women."
"Of course, because it is so very easy to just move one from-" Benedict stops. "It does not matter. It does not matter. It is fine."
"Move on from-"
"I should away back to my lodgings," he blurts out. "I should- I should let you get on with things. Your life. You have...you are so busy with-"
"Benedict-"
"Your son and your lovely wife and the estate, it is all so-"
"Benedict."
He stops talking for a long moment. "There will be no other women, Anthony," he finally admits. "Not like this. Not like her."
"She is just a maid," Anthony reminds him gently.
"And for a very brief moment, she was mine," Benedict tells him, his voice cracking just a little. "Excuse me."
Anthony watches as his brother rushes for the door, and steps out, leaving him in the quiet front hall, alone.
Before tearing off after Benedict, out the front door, finding him readying to mount his horse.
"Get back here," Anthony orders.
"I do not wish to stay just now," Benedict tells him. "And I am not a child, and I do not have to obey your every whim."
"Maybe, but you usually do anyways, because you trust me," Anthony points out.
"This is not about trust, this is about needing to get away from this house," Benedict snaps, turning to him.
Anthony freezes. "You love her."
It's Benedict's turn to freeze.
"You really do, don't you?" Anthony asks quietly.
He gets the slightest of nods in return. "But it does not matter. What is..." he huffs out a broken laugh. "What is love in the face of generations of established practice?"
"Come back inside. We will talk."
"I do not wish to," Benedict snaps.
He's never snapped. Not like that.
"Alright," Anthony says quietly, swallowing. "Alright."
He watches his brother mount his horse and ride off.
... one analysis that might be proposed is that the poet is submitting his hand for either acceptance or rejection, in a formal manner: he is, quite literally, offering his hand.
"This living hand, now warm and capable" by John Keats // Benedict and Sophie
As the hour grows late and anticipation hangs in the air like the final notes of a waltz, your humble correspondenst feels compelled to offer one final reminder before the festivities commence.
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i agree so much about making your blorbos pathetic but i do fear that many take this to mean 'make them more traditionally feminine/submissive' which genuinely hurts my soul. make your blorbos pathetic in interesting character-oriented ways. understand their neuroses and turn the dials up to eleven. juxtapose the parts of life they handle extremely well with the parts of their lives that make them eat shit. make them angry. make them cold. make them pave their own way to hell while building walls preventing them from seeing any other way. please i'm begging you no more pathetic as an euphemism for bottoming im gonna mclose it.
functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I
“They picked their way in silence up a steep and gloomy path of darkness. There remained but little more to climb till they would touch earth's surface, when in fear he might again lose her, and anxious for another look at her, he turned his eyes so he could gaze upon her.” [Bk X:1-85 Orpheus and Eurydice, Metamorphoses]
BENOPHIE + Orpheus & Eurydice pt. 2
“It is time now to look toward the future, whatever it may bring.” [3.08 “Into the Light”]
"I could not look twice at anyone else…You’re the person I’ve been searching for all my life. I love you. I love you. I love you." [4.05 “Yes or No”]
... in the temple of Castor and Pollux at Ostia, a calm smoothed the sea, the wind changed to a gentle southern breeze, and the ships entered the harbour under full sail and again crammed the storehouses with grain.
anthony and benedict bridgerton - who parents the parents?
