Literally no one asked for this, not even @bridgertonbabe but as someone who love Shinnie’s writing and for those who love to keep up with her non-official fics, I had some time to spare to get everything organized for her fics not on AO3:
Royals AU
Long Story Short (the entire summary of the Benophie love story)
RIP King Edmund May He Rest in Peace
ABCG Serves in the Military: a summary
How Sophie Met Her Teenage Crush
Sophie and Benedict Learn to Compromise
House Bridgerton Finds Out
Popping the Question
Teenage Dream
Sophie’s First Royal Engagement
The Princess-ification of Sophie Beckett
Prince Benedict is a Girl Dad (pt. 1)
Prince Benedict is a Girl Dad (pt. 2)
2 Little Girls and their Merry Rake Uncle
House Bridgerton Shenanigans
King Anthony is Tired of his Family
Long Live The Queen!
Harry Potter AU:
Violet Has a Vision
Edmund Figures It Out
ABC Rescue Sophie
Ember’s Origin Story (Ember the Owl Adventures - in timeline order)
Ember Adopts Benedict as her surrogate father
Hyacinth’s obsession with Sophie continues in every universe and Ember is stuck in the middle
The Gnome at Dinner incident
Professor Danbury Meets Ember
Edmund bonds with his first “grandchild” (*the grandchild is an owl)
The Benophie Babies with Ember
Pre-Yule Ball Bliss
Summary of Benedict F*&KING up (Pt. 1) :-)
Benedict finds out about Fletcher
The Menace Called Fletcher
Screaming the wrong name in bed (Benedict’s Version)
Benedict F*&KING up (Pt. 2) :-)
Screaming the wrong name in bed (Sophie’s Version)
The Panic Attack Saved In True HP fashion: with Love
Anthony Fails at Being a Wingman
Best Man and Bridesmaid duties (ft. Kathony)
FINALLY!
Sophie’s First Time That In Retrospect She’s Glad it didn’t happen in a Greek Beach
Protecting their Love Bubble
Sophie Gets Moved In (and other stuff)
Colin attempts to Crucio Ben
The Lingerie Everyone Needs in Life
Benedict Thinks Sophie Beckett is the most perfect human on the planet (VALID)
Sophie Has a Tumble (tw//miscarriage)
Little Charlie is Born
Irwins AU:
Long Story Short
Sophie is the Bridgerton’s Biggest Fan Girl
Edmund Becomes Sophie’s Dad
Benophie Loves Elephants
The Benophie Babies are Introduced (LION KING STYLE)
If I missed anything let me know!
UPDATED (10/26/22): with the Ember the Owl Adventures
I never really thought I'd ever write a post like this and to be perfectly honest I feel a bit cringe for even making a thing out of this but I felt it necessary to address those of you who follow me and my writings.
In the last month I have been suffering severely from anxiety, waking up to what feels like a ball of dread clutching at my heart and being unable to shift it for the better part of the day. It's all come to a head as of late because I've reached a crossroads in my life where I've realised just how unhappy and unfulfilled I am. Truth to be told I really don't have any aspect in my life that I am happy with and for years I've dismissed myself and my own desires for the sake of others to the point where I have no self worth, no self confidence, and I just feel like a shell of a person. Realising that I can't go on like this, that I can't live the life I aspire to without sorting my mental health out, I've taken the first steps in getting counselling and in going to the doctors to be put on anti-depressants.
While I'm already starting to feel better, I've decided it's in my best interests to take some other steps going ahead; which is I'm logging off this account.
Don't get me wrong, this account has brought me fulfillment in the last two and a half years and I've had so much fun interacting with so many of you but as of late I've become very disengaged with Bridgerton. It's one of several of my hyperfixations which I have become anxious with in the last few weeks, in part because they are what I used to immerse myself in as a means to distract myself from a dissatisfying existence, but now I've decided to make a change in my life for the better, everything that I once used to bury my head in the sand has now essentially given me the ick. Bridgerton is just now one of several things that I feel the need to distance myself from in order to fully focus and concentrate on bettering my mental health as well as getting what I want out of life.
As much as I've taken pride in writing because of Bridgerton, my dream has always to one day publish a book of my own and I need to refocus my energies on writing my own original stories to have the chance of maybe being able to make that dream a reality. I would have so dearly loved to have been able to complete a whole host of WIPs (would have also loved to have been able to just focus on one story at a time but c'est la vie) and I can only apologise to anyone who's been hoping for an update from any of them.
You will still be able to read all of my works on AO3 (plus I've restored a couple I had previously hidden from view), and I won't be deleting this tumblr so all of my drabbles and various posts will still be here for you to browse and read at your leisure.
Though I'm stepping away from this account, I don't necessarily know if this will be forever. I might well end up in a better place mentally at some point and return with a healthier state of mind where I can enjoy Bridgerton again, and I would never rule out contributing writings again - however as it stands, I don't want to promise anything and taking care of my mental health is my main priority for now and the foreseeable future.
I also just wanted to take the opportunity to thank every single person who has ever liked, reblogged, and interacted with me since I joined. I had never previously shared any of my creative writing online and thought it would be nice if even a single person somewhere vaguely liked anything I had to share - but over the last two and a half years I've been given such a boost from the amount of people who have reached out and commented on any one of my silly writings. I don't think you'll ever understand just how much it has meant to me and the love and appreciation will stay with me forever.
That about does it, so thank you all for everything. I wish you all a lifetime of health and happiness.
just wanted to tell you, i found out about you like 2 years ago through the danbury au and i love all your works, i think you are an amazing writer
the danbury au is still my favourite, i don’t know if you’ll ever update it, but i just wanted to tell you that i reread it a lot of times and sometime i like to write one shots about it (i’m not a writer, i just do it for myself, whenever i’m inspired and i imagine a scene, i write it on my notes).
I also created a social media au based on it that goes until lucy and hyacinth are 20 (i have a lot of free time lol) 😂
i will never post them, i just do this for fun, for myself, because i love this au so much and the concept of the reverse, but i just wanted to tell you to let you know how appreciated your work is
(if this bothers you, you are totally free to let me know)
hope you have a good day 🫶🏼
Thank you so much for the kind words 🥰 I'm very touched that any of my writings have been a source of inspiration to you creatively. Wishing you all the best 💕💕💕 xxx
Inspired by The One With The Erogenous Zones written by the most amazing @bridgertonbabe.🥰🥰
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
What might have happened after Benedict stumbled out from the Pub…(hearing oddly specific information from Michael Stirling)
Just a little Drabble but a bit smutty?
Oh, such a quiet night it was.
Sophie hummed softly in her teacup as she enjoyed her peppermint tea. With her boys tucked in bed (after 3 chapters of James and the Giant Peach), and her husband off to the pub, Sophie was quite enjoying the comfortable silence that prevailed through the flat. Maybe finish a chapter of a novel? But she knew she still had the dishes in the sink, and the laundry would be done in a few minutes, and she had to check the bills…but she could feel herself drifting off, and slowly dozed off in a divine slumber on their couch.
A very sweet night indeed.
So, of course, she did not realize that her husband had come home quite early (Normally a night out with the brothers ended up till the morning), picked her up from the couch, and slammed her on the bed. Sophie noticed, that he was oddly wet and sweaty.
“Sweetie, you’re home early…oh, oh, oh.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Benedict growled in a dangerously low voice.
“Yes…but Ben, I have to…Oh, wait, Ben….”
Sensing the lust and …desperation(?)in his tone, Sophie thought herself a fool for thinking that it would be a peaceful, quiet night.
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Although wanting to forget everything Michael said about Sophie, Benedict can’t help himself from trying out the “The six, thirteen, fourteen combo.”
The combo, as Michael said, completely melts Sophie into pieces, her moaning and squirming in a way he had never seen before.
“Please, Ben, you’re going to wake the boys,” Sophie muttered breathlessly.
“Oh, I’m planning on you to wake them up.”
Benedict finally felt the satisfaction creeping up on him as Sophie screamed into the pillow.
As much pleasure it brings him to see Sophie completely melt under his eyes, he can’t help but feel frustrated that it’s Michael who taught him so. Which pushes him into bringing Sophie to climax many, many, many times throughout the night. Pushing, pushing, pushing her limits.
Sophie, although thoroughly enjoying the sensation her sweet Benedict is bringing, Is actually confused as to why her husband is suddenly exploring new territories, (Benedict, nowadays, is more of a slow sweet tender type, not the animalistic wild type.) It is also more confusing for her because the sensation is weirdly familiar as if Benedict is pushing the buttons that had never been touched for years.
Sophie has no complaints about Benedict or their love life. He is the greatest husband/ father and the best at filling her needs, but that night, Benedict was…wild. He did not just fill her needs, he was making her explode into pieces. When they first started dating they were “at it like rabbits” (As Anthony had said), but after a few years with the boys, it’s true that he (and Sophie) had somewhat mellowed, but Sophie had enjoyed their sweet lovemaking all the same.
But his hands, and his lips and his fingers, god, it was as if Sophie was in her 20s all over again, when she was young and stupid, and still had her wild nights with Michael…
Michael…?
Ten and fifteen, Eh?
Sophie could swear she heard Michael’s low chuckle but as she managed to crack open her eyes, she only saw her loving husband, his dark ocean eyes filled with lust and…jealousy? Was Benedict jealous of someone?
But her thoughts were completely taken over by his touch as she suppressed a moan, every touch fumed the fire within her.
You like that, wouldn’t you?
“Ben…, Ben, Ben.”
Sophie felt a wave of panic as Michael’s Scottish accent vibrated through her ears. It was years ago for god’s sake, and she couldn’t be hearing his voice when her Benedict was pestering her with kisses.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Sophie could only reply to him with a moan and decided to let go of her confusion and doubt, drowning herself in Benedict’s touch.
Sophie was completely out of breath and quite honestly, utterly exhausted when Benedict finally decided to let her go from his determined clutch. She mentally cursed herself for putting in a morning shift as she glanced at the clock; she could maybe manage to sneak in an hour of sleep. However she was in desperate need of a shower and considering she would have to wake up in an hour, Sophie knew that she couldn’t just doze off.
But with the thrilling weight of Benedict above pressing her down (and the overwhelming fatigue), she couldn’t quite bring herself to move and clean herself up right away.
“Did…did you like it…?”
Benedict’s voice was surprisingly meek, considering the intensity that had taken over him a few hours earlier.
“…Well, I….” Sophie found herself stumbling for words as she ran her fingers through Benedict’s dark curls.
It felt like I was having a threesome with you and Michael.
Could she say it?
Looking into Benedict’s soft puppy eyes, Sophie thought quite plainly ;
John was genuinely worried to see his boss looking completely sleep-deprived, with deep bags under her eyes. Normally Sophie would be like a breeze of spring air in his simple life but today…she was practically limping. John quickly got the peppermint tea ready and handed it over to Sophie, which she accepted with a tired, yet soft smile.
“I’m all right, John.” Sophie smiled weakly. “Thank you for the tea.”
“Anytime.” I love Sophie so much.
“How was your weekend? You said that you were going to the book fair in the 54th street...”
As John beamed (ecstatic that his loving Sophie had remembered his plans for the weekend) and was about to answer how great it was and he found the most amazing book Sophie would definitely like, his lovely conversation was interrupted by Kate, who came stumbling into the cafe looking as tired and sleep deprived as Sophie.
“Good morning Kate, can I get you some….”
“Coffee, John, please. And can you make it as strong as possible?”
Kate plopped herself on the sofa, grabbed the newspaper on the table, and locked eyes with Sophie, noticing the same jaded expression on her best friend’s face.
“Rough night, Sophs?”
“Oh don’t get me started,” Sophie answered in a sigh, handing over a giant mug to Kate as she too, stumbled on to the sofa and snuggled next to her.
On a usual monday, the two would dabble about the “rough night” for a minute or two, but on that morning, there was an akward silence between them.
“What is the matter with our husbands Sophie?”
Kate finally burped out.
“Oh I’ve been wanting to answer that question for many many years, Kate.”
I want Benedict to discover his Baby sister playing in a High Stakes poker game.
He cannot tear her away.
She's winning
Realising she's besting some of the best poker players in the Ton, Benedict merely ups the stakes and sits back and watches his baby sister thrash all of her opponents and reaps the benefits of the slice of betting he backed her with.
how do william and violet deal with tummy time lmfao
William never had a problem with tummy time, though Sophie and Benedict always had to make sure he hadn't been fed too recently to avoid him lying on a bloated belly to cause him any issue with his digestion. While his siblings would need a toy or some sort of stimuli to keep them occupied during tummy time, it seemed William could be quite content simply staring at his mama when she was supervising him. That is, until Sophie noticed one day how William never actually looked her directly in the eye during tummy time and that his gaze actually levelled out at -
"Oh my god! Ben?" she called out and her husband came to see what was the matter. "He's eyeing up my boobs!"
"Been there, done that." Benedict quipped with a cheeky grin.
Sophie rolled her eyes before continuing. "Don't you get it? This one's perpetually got breasts on the brain! If he's not on my boobs, he's ogling my boobs, and he no doubt dreams about my boobs! He's obsessed!"
"... Well if that's a crime Soph, then you should lock me up too."
"Ben!"
As for Violet, she too enjoyed tummy time though she did tend to kick up a fuss if one of her two favourites weren't keeping her company; Benedict and Charlie.
She groaned and grumbled if William and Alex were sat with her over Charlie, and she positively screeched if she had her mother's companionship instead of her father's.
"Ben." Sophie bit out as she sat with a wailing Violet, having tried for the last five minutes straight to soothe her but to no avail. "Your Princess Petulant wants you."
"Oh, what's the matter hm?" Benedict immediately settled down and cooed at his infant daughter.
In seconds Violet's face softened and her piercing cry fell silent now that her dad had come to her rescue.
"Whatever, I'm going to get dinner on." Sophie sighed in disgruntlement and got to her feet, leaving Benedict behind to besottedly make a fuss of their baby girl.
