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Very first page // 3 (Reader!Bridgerton x Footman John)

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Summary: Trying your very best to avoid the next ball, you pull your mother in your scheme. Unfortunatly your scheme drowns out. Leaving your brother's plan for suitors to perk back up. John discovering a jealously within upon all your brother throws at you. Will there ever come an end to the suitors? [series]

Violet reached her cup of tea to her lips. Exhaling softly at the quiet. Lips touching the porcelain, giving it a soft blow. Door barging open, making her send the tea flying. Startled abruptly, spilling a bit of the content on the floor. “Mama!” You called out, letting your back lean against the closing door. Pushing it in the lock.

A Quiet Flame

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A Bridgerton Fanfiction Footman John x Bridgerton OC Set before season 1

Prologue - The Twin No One Understood

In the crowded world of the London ton, where reputation traveled faster than carriage wheels and marriages were negotiated like trade agreements, the Bridgerton family had long been considered one of society’s most curious blessings.

Eight children.

Eight entirely different personalities.

And among them, a quiet oddity few spoke about with much interest... Benedict Bridgerton had a twin.

Miss Beatrice Bridgerton had entered the world scarcely five minutes after her brother. As children, they had been inseparable. They shared tutors, mischief, and an unspoken understanding that often left the rest of the household puzzled. Benedict had always been the louder spirit of the two. He was quick to laugh, quicker to question, and perpetually chasing ideas that respectable society found baffling.

Beatrice was different.

Not dull.

Never dull.

But thoughtful in a way that made people pause.

Where Benedict questioned the world loudly, Beatrice observed it quietly. She watched people the way one might watch a complicated painting. She would study every color, every brushstroke, every subtle intention hidden beneath polite smiles.

Their mother, used to say that Benedict inherited the wild wind of curiosity, while Beatrice inherited its patience.

The ton, unfortunately, had little use for patience.

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── sunday in london

paring gregory bridgerton x fem!reader word count 385 masterlist

the sun beamed down at aubrey hall, your back against the rough bark. the thick branches offered a hand of shade to conceal the sun rays.

though, the sauntering heat did not concern the youngest boy bridgerton. while you indulged in a traded book from eloise, his eyes were on you. his head propped up in his palm, looking in awe. his elbow was resting against the blanket fabric beneath both of you.

this moment was rooted in when he had forgotten his pocket watch, which his eldest bridgerton brother had given him in your morning room.

“i’m afraid that’s all the time you will have today, mr.bridgerton.”

your ladies’ maid spoke sweetly from the doorframe. you had suitors lined up against the wall in the hallway since early light. you had been nearly burnt out, ready to play pall mall in the gardens and horse-riding into the country estate. until, gregory. he shined the brightest out of all of the odd suitors. he returned from eton to step into society and was ready to marry you. hyacinth’s dearest friend.

“it has been lovely to see you.” he rose from the settee, bowing his head a little as a small goodbye. until later. secretly, slipping his pocket watch out from its resting place in his vest. his fingers grazed over the dessert table as he left the ticking clock at your estate in london. you had realized it, when you no longer heard the light clanking when he walked away. he had left it purposely to have a reason to come back tomorrow morning.

he did come back, the earliest it was acceptable for a suitor to show up for something he had ‘forgotten’.

“did you just—“

“leave my pocket watch on purpose? yes, i am guilty of it,” he admitted, hands clasped behind his back. his cheeks had warmed only slightly, though he seemed fairly confident.

“very well, then,” you nodded your head, delicately moving a linen from its plate imported from france and wrapping a handful of green macaroons in the cloth. “for your ride back.”

his lips had met the back of your hand, this time for a goodbye. delicate and light. your heart had jumped at the contact, a brief shared look with your maid. this proposal was acceptable.

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The Winner Takes It All

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Anthony is known as a libertine; his younger sister, as a spinster destined to remain on the margins of love. But behind those reputations lie doubts, fears, and a quiet longing to love. When their mother, Violet Bridgerton, decides that both of them must focus on finding a match, she certainly does not expect it to happen in the same season. The two siblings will face a question they never believed they would have to answer: what happens when love finally knocks on your door? Is fear greater than longing?

Warnings: My native language is not English. Sorry if there are any mistakes in the writing. I do not authorize my work to be re-uploaded, plagiarized, or translated and posted on other platforms without my permission.

BridgertonReader! > Sister of the Bridgertons, younger sister of Anthony and older sister of Benedict and the rest of the siblings. Reader calls Anthony "Thony".

The story takes place in Season 2 of the series Bridgerton; the story follows the same events with a few changes: Anthony and Edwina do not reach the altar. He does propose marriage, but it does not lead to a wedding.

Pairings: PrinceFriedrich x BridgertonReader! And AnthonyBridgerton x Kate Sharma.

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Dear and gentle reader:

A new season is about to begin, and this author awaits with impatience the scandals and romances that will inevitably bloom with it. While certain rumors have reached my ears during this lull, none have proven exquisite enough to interrupt my rest... until now.

This author cannot help but wonder: who will be the diamond chosen by Her Majesty the Queen this year? What shameful secrets will come to light beneath the lights of the ballrooms? And above all, will the most coveted bachelors of the Ton finally be willing to surrender to the altar, or will they continue playing with fire?

Remain attentive. I shall remain in the shadows, observing every glance and every whisper as I prepare my pen.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown.

Violet Bridgerton closed the pamphlet in her hands while directing her gaze toward her eldest children. They were almost laughing out loud as they read the pamphlet.

“Are you aware that she is talking about you, right?” she asked.

Anthony looked at his mother, then at his younger sister. The two tried to keep their composure, but it lasted only a few seconds before they burst into laughter.

“Mother, we already told you that Thony and I will remain in society for a few more years,” you began to say.

“Long enough for Benedict or Colin to find a wife,” Anthony interrupted.

“And then Thony and I will go live on the outskirts of the city and be free, no responsibilities at all.”

“Wait, am I being offered as a sacrifice?” Benedict asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wouldn’t you like to be the father of the future Viscount, Ben?” you asked.

“No, that’s too much responsibility, and right now I’m not thinking about that,” Benedict replied with a smile.

“My dear, good heavens, I expected to hear this from any of your brothers, not from you,” Violet interrupted your joking.

“Mother, at this point I am already considered a spinster. What decent man would want to marry me?”

“You will find him.” You shook your head. Violet sighed tiredly, as if this were the same conversation every day. She directed her gaze to Anthony, who had an amused smile on his face. “And you will also find a wife,” she said to Anthony, pointing at him almost like a threat. Violet left the room.

“What is wrong with our plan?” you asked.

“Nothing, sister, although it may be that the problem is that you want to leave our estate in Benedict’s hands,” Anthony replied.

“Mmm,” you responded while thinking about that possibility.

“Hey, I’m right here,” Benedict protested, making the three of you laugh at the same time.

“Do you think Berbrook is still looking for a wife?” you asked suddenly.

“Poor girl, whoever he ends up marrying,” Anthony commented.

“It could have been Daphne,” you said.

“Hey, that was a mistake,” he defended himself.

“You wanted to marry her to someone three times her age!” you said, laughing.

“I already apologized,” Anthony said.

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The sun was at its highest point, as were the members of high society; the bustle of the parks and markets had already reached its peak.

In the distance, a carriage could be seen approaching the imposing residence of the Danburys. The horses stopped right in front of the door. Lady Danbury was waiting there, with a group of servants beside her ready to carry out her orders.

One of the footmen stepped forward to open the door. A woman was the first to step out, followed by two young ladies.

“Lady Sharma,” Lady Danbury greeted with a nod.

“Lady Danbury,” the other woman greeted with a curtsey. “Thank you for allowing us to stay under your care.” Lady Danbury nodded. “Please allow me to introduce my daughters, Kate, the eldest, and Edwina, the youngest.”

“Miss Kate, Miss Edwina,” Lady Danbury greeted with a nod.

“Lady Danbury,” the two girls greeted at the same time, giving a curtsey.

Not many miles away from there, Anthony Bridgerton was seated in his study. Although he loved the idea his younger sister had proposed, he knew that as the head of the family he had to find a wife, even if he did not wish to.

And he had decided it: he would marry the diamond of the season.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Thony, little Eloise is ready, and although it might seem like she is excited because she wants to leave quickly, it is quite the opposite,” you said. Anthony laughed at your words. He took his coat and left with you.

The carriages were already forming a long line on the grounds of the royal family. Thousands of debutantes and their mothers tried to calm their nerves. Anthony helped your sisters and you down from the carriage. Before going your separate ways, you approached Eloise.

“I know that right now you would probably rather be reading a book than being here,” Eloise nodded and you laughed. “But you must do this, for Mother. You know how important this is to her, so give your best smile.”

Eloise smiled without emotion. You stepped closer and hugged her. “Let’s finish this quickly,” you whispered in her ear.

“Eloise, come along,” Violet interrupted the moment, making Eloise return to her serious expression. You smiled.

You walked back to your other siblings. Daphne was already holding Simon’s arm, Benedict accompanied Francesca, and Anthony waited with Hyacinth while Colin and Gregory were talking a little further ahead. Once you all began to walk, you could feel how the gazes began to turn toward you. Families of the debutantes hoped that one of your brothers would notice them.

It would definitely be a long season.

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“Miss Eloise Bridgerton, presented by her mother, the Right Honourable Lady Bridgerton, widow of the Viscount Bridgerton,” the footman announced. The doors opened and Eloise entered, followed a few steps behind by her mother.

Looks and whispers accompanied her as she walked forward. You noticed her expression of doubt and a bit of fear. Her gaze reached all of you, and when she saw the smiles on all your faces, it made her feel more secure. Once she stood before the Queen, she performed the curtsey that her mother had forced her to practice all week.

From behind, you all noticed a hint of interest from the Queen, but apparently not enough, for she made no movement. Eloise and Violet continued and left the hall.

Everyone looked at one another, all of you smiling. Even though she had not earned the Queen’s approval, for you she had been the diamond. You knew your sister, and you knew she had done her very best to please Mother, even if she would not tolerate the rest of the season very well.

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Benedict Bridgerton x pregnant wife!reader

A/N: I have received the following prompt: “Benedict Bridgerton with wife pregnant!reader. If any of Bridgerton's siblings had any problems, she was the first one they came to ask for advice even the oldest. All this attention was making Ben jealous as he was having less time with her. She told him that he would have to share her for the rest of his life before letting him know age was pregnant. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :))” And I have tried to write it. It must be my first reader!insert romance story and it was so much fun. I hope you like what I have made of it. (~ 4650 words)

Benedict was grinning like a cheshire cat and you found it increasingly hard to refrain from tackling him to the ground to pepper his face with kisses. Expertly you were decorating his chestnut hair with flowers from the Bridgerton country home garden, the large rose bushes on either side of the alley leading up to the house shielding you from the sun. You were sitting in front of him cross-legged, the flowers gathered up in your lap. Benedict was facing you, his long legs stretched out in a way that his shins touched your hips. His hands were propped up in the grass behind his back and the sun was painting shimmering golden flecks on his head when the wind rustled through the leaves of the bushes.

Your husband looked deliciously delighted and nothing made you happier than seeing him that way. After one year of marital bliss, you’d decided to go to the country side with the rest of the Bridgerton family to spend the days in their presence and to enjoy the fresh air outside of London. A week before departing you had realized with heart-wrenching joy that your cycle was interrupted – you hadn’t bled when the time was due and had the very strong suspicion that a small version of yourself and Benedict was growing inside your belly. As nature sometimes tended to have its cruel way with humans, you had not yet mentioned it to your husband, fearing that the regular bleeding would merely commence one or two weeks late. But since your arrival, nothing had changed. The sheets remained unstained and your suspicion transformed itself into something of a certainty. You tended to wake in the night and almost instinctively moved your hands to your belly, greeting the tiny human sprout with the warmth radiating from your palms. “Hello,” you’d started to whisper, “I hope it’s not too dark in there. Don’t worry, you are not alone.”

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Catch me if you can, Lord Holmes pt1

(ENOLA HOLMES)!Sherlock x BRIDGERTON!reader

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Description: a writer by the name of Marcus Bradford has been writing a weekly updated crime story that appears in the newspaper and it is the talk of the ton. sherlock is then pulled in to uncover the mystery of the story of the abominable bride. will he be able to find the writer of this story who yet remains hidden from seemingly all of society?

word count: 3.8k

Warnings: none

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Being a plus size Bridgerton sister would include:

•All your life you’d felt like an imposter, bigger than your sisters- sturdier- curvier. You felt less than, despite being physically more than. And you felt that no one ever really understood that.

•Your mother and Lady Danbury saw no flaws in you, thought you were absolutely beautiful, and kind and clever- but they believed you were simply crippling shy. So naturally, they went out of their way to help ‘bring you out of your shell’. Which yes, was as utterly hellish as it sounds! It meant rounds of introductions to eligible men, being pushed to the centre stage at all family functions, dressed in more jewels than anyone else. They really wanted to make you sparkle, because to them, you were already a diamond. You had been the apple of your Father’s eye before his death, and everytime Violet looked at you, it was Edmund she could see.

•as for the Queen? You may well not exist. She wasn’t even the slightest bit perplexed or excited by you. Which suited you fine!

•Anthony is SO protective of you, and following his marriage to Kate, she becomes protective of you too. Kate and Anthony stare at any members of the ton who even dream of thinking anything unkind.

•On his travels, Colin makes sure to collect for you the most beautiful jewellery or paintings or fabrics. Colin is tender with all his siblings, but he’s the one who listens to you most when you’re upset- he’s the one who sees it, and does his best to support you and build your confidence. Whether it’s fashionable or not to dance with your own sister, Colin will always take you for at least one turn about the floor; he can’t bare for you to be overlooked or be left ‘on the shelf’.

•Benedict is also your number one fan, at balls and social events he’ll often help you to escape- whether he takes you for a turn about the room, to get a drink, or to help you leave early if you’re just not feeling it.

•Growing up, you couldn’t help but be envious of Daphne, of her looks, her success on the marriage mart, her beautiful life with Simon. But as you grew, she showed you that real beauty comes from within anyway. Simon loves you too, finding you to be amusing, clever and witty. As for their children- well, you’re their favourite Aunt!

•Eloise was aloof as ever, she understood rationally and practically why you were somewhat on the outskirts of society. But she enjoyed not being the only one on the outside looking in; and sometimes when she needed an out you would cause a diversion, and vice versa; Eloise was an ally!

•and hand in hand with Eloise came a friendship with Penelope. You realised almost immediately that Pen was Lady Whistledown, but you never told a soul. Not Pen, not Eloise, not anyone. You were proud of Pen for using the harsh reality of a lonely life to create something meaningful; to carve her own career. Penelope was your friend, though she was Eloise’s best friend. She was at your side when Cressida cut across your heart with her barbs and remarks, and when Cressida “accidentally” cut Penelope up, spilt her drink or split her dress, you would retaliate in kind- most notably resulting in her perfectly smoothed down hair getting dislodged when she “tripped” over your out-stretched foot at the drinks table. ‘Poor Cressida!’ You had cried with devilish delight. ‘What an awful spectacle to befall you!’ The music stopped and everyone turned to look as the mighty Cressida crumbled. What an elated victory indeed.

•Francesca was in and out of your lives, going to Bath and escaping the misery of a lonely life in London. But she would send you music; and suddenly the world wasn’t so blue.

•Your favourite people of all to be around though? Hyacinth and Gregory. They were young, brains like sponges ready to learn and laugh and they love you without reservation. You spend afternoons drilling them with dances, playing archery, games, stealing cakes from the kitchens.

•but like all your family, there’s only one thing you ever wanted really: to find love. You just weren’t foolish enough to believe you’d find it yet, but maybe, just maybe, you’d be surprised when love fell directly into your lap.