You had not come from a very prominent family. Not near as well known as any of the families of the Ton. Neither were you on the lesser side of money. Your family had more than enough to be comfortable, yet nowhere near the money that was flaunted by the upper class.
No. Instead you reside in a family of musicians. You, surrounded by your three brothers and your father, all enjoy the thrill of performing. They were hesitant to allow you to join them in their endeavors, but with much reassurance they allowed you to join them. The promise was kept as long as you remained in the back, hidden from others while your music echoed through the rooms. They didn’t entirely agree with you playing. A young woman of twenty and three focusing on music instead of finding a husband. But you loved what you did and that’s all that you cared about.
Your well-known family was one of the bands that would preform at the balls through the ton. Set up to one side of the room long before guests we’re ever to arrive, giving yourselves plenty of time to set up and prepare your instruments. You had played the violin. Rather beautifully in fact. Your brothers and Father played the rest of the instruments, some other violins, a cello, and the viola. Together, you all make the most beautiful music.
You had been almost blessed with such a talent from a young age, taking on the violin at about eight and catching on quickly. you were able to hear music and replicate it almost instantly and it was incredible. You absolutely loved it. Your parents had called you a prodigy of the instrument, your elder brothers amazed at how quickly you were able to pick such things up.
This ball was no different. It was about mid season, and the young ladies and gentlemen of the ton were in full sing of the social season of finding the right partner to court. This evening your family had the pleasure of preforming in Aubrey Hall, home to the Bridgerton family themselves. You had heard all sorts of stories about the family both from the whispers of the ball rooms to the scandalous readings of Lady Whistledown. From the rakes that were the eldest boys, to the Diamond that was Daphne, or the bookworm that was Elouise who had seemed to despise these lavish parties more and more with each year.
These people had intrigued you. You have seen people of all sorts within these parties, but those Bridgertons were the most interesting to you. For a family so wealthy, so well-known, they were so kind. It was not like the Culpers where they would stick up their nose at the nearest person who was beneath them. No, they were strangely kind. Though it all made your job much easier.
It never took too long for you and your family to set up and tune your instruments. The servants and such were all rushing around, getting some final arrangements done before all the guests were to arrive.
You, yourself we’re just finishing up your tubing when a younger female voice spoke up behind you, pulling you from your concentration.
“I remember you playing from a few other balls. Are you usually tucked in the back playing?” The voice spoke, causing you to turn to face one of the middle children of the Bridgerton family. Elouise Bridgerton.
You raised an eyebrow before you lowered your head in a greeting. “Miss Bridgerton,” you started before nodding at her words. “I do. I am Y/N Lyndon. I play often at these balls through the social season with my brothers and my father. Though my only place is in the back but I do not mind,” you say, and this leads even more curiosity from the Bridgerton girl.
“Hm. So you’re hidden in the back just playing. Listening to the room. Perfect for….gossip. Is it not?” Elouise then asked, which caused a confused look to come across your face before you had realized what she was insinuating. This laugh caused Elouise to narrow her eyes, “why are you laughing?” She questioned, “it’s because it is true. Isn’t it?”
You shake your head, recollecting yourself before speaking. “Forgive me, miss. Uh no, it is not true. I do not have the luxury of having so much time to write such gossip in the papers as Lady Whistldown does. I spend my time preforming and practicing and I do not have much time to write such things. Though it was a rather clear idea. A preformed hidden in the back? A rather good suspect,” you say before continuing, “though if I do hear anything of Whsitledown I’ll ensure that you are first to know,” you then reassure the young girl.
Eloise huffed softly as she could have sworn that she was close. But she was relieved that you would be able to help though.
Before she could speak, the eldest of the Bridgertons came up and placed his hands on Elouise’s shoulders, “excuse my sister, miss. She often speaks out of turn. Excuse us,” he said and before Elouise could utter another word he pulled his sister away.
You looked to them a bit in confusion, but assumed he either didn’t want Elouise to distract her before her performances, or maybe the Viscount didn’t want his sister interacting with a worker. Either way she didn’t mind. She lowered her head as Anthony came and went, turning and getting settled in her spot just beside her brother.
“You need to stop bothering people with that Lady Whistledown nonsense,” Anthony said as they approached Benedict and Colin as well. The two were already a few glasses of champagne down.
The two shared a look with each other before glancing to the other two siblings, “who are you bothering now with your hunt for Lady Whistledown?” Colin asked in an exaggerated sigh.
Elouise rolled her eyes, “I am not bothering. Just inquiring. And it was Miss Lyndon. The violinist,” she said, subtly gesturing to you who had just started to warm up amongst your brothers.
This seemed to catch the attention of the brothers as they took in your form. Hair done up simply but elegantly and a dress proper enough for a ball. Though it wasn’t anything extremely elegant or very outlandish. It was simple, but it was intriguing. A rather beautiful young lady playing an instrument instead of dancing.
“Intriguing…” Benedict hummed, obviously intrigued by a fellow artist. He was always drawn to such people with such creativeness. Then again, Colin was as well.
The brothers made a note to keep an eye on this certain violinist, hopefully they would see her preforming once more.
Headcanons for being a violinist and Peter Parker falling for you
Peter Parker x reader
warnings:
a/n: ahhhh anon 🥺🥺 you are the SWEETEST person on this earth omg thank youuu
prompt: anonymous: “Darling sunshine, beautiful moonlight, I come to you on the self indulgence train. The opening of your request box has my heart leaping and I simply MUST have another chance to request your skills. With this I’d like to ask for headcanons of Peter Parker falling in love with a violinist! reader. In the rules it says that unnecessary reader tags shouldn’t be requested, so I hope that this is alright. (I just want someone to listen to me play at concerts hahaha) Thanks for the love in this blog ♥️”
okay, so peter and you met by chance
just kidding, you were talking to his marching band mates and he tried to impress you with his clarinet knowledge
“you know, i don’t play anymore, but i could make an exception”
*giggling* “maybe we could play something together, you never know”
“woah, what instrument do you play?”
“violin!”
after figuring out that the two of you kind of had something in common, the two of you befriended each other
it was cute the way he acted around you
he’d bring you little gifts like stickers and stuff to put on your case (if you wanted to, of course) oh, and snacks i suppose!
“what’s this?”
“it’s uh—a spider-man sticker? i thought you’d like it”
“i do! thank you, peter”
he like, was unable to function when you hugged him
ned and mj subtly tease him about it
flash goes above and beyond to tease him, though
*on livestream* “look at parker! dude, just ask them out already before i do”
then the stream suddenly stops bc mj ✨has her friends’ backs✨
peter has gone to your house a few times to watch you practice!
he gives you input, it’s always good (even if you mess up a lil bit, he always made you feel better)
“and the crowd goes wild!!!” *cue applause*
you’d take a bow and humbly accept his appreciation
thing is, you didn’t invite just anyone to your concerts
“peter, peter, pumpkin eater, i got you tickets to my next concert if you dare?”
“wait. what did you just call me?”
“shhhhhh just take the tickets”
he tried his best to hide the fact that he was geeking out over your personal invite
especially since you gave them to him in an envelope with a heart drawn on it
ofc he DASHED to see aunt may
“what’s the rush, hun?”
“y/n invited me to their concert! look, this is how they invited me. i think they like me back!”
“that’s awesome! we better send you in with a bouquet to toss on stage when the show’s over”
“people do that?”
“uh, yeah! for sure!”
“...please come with me”
duh of course she came with
supporting her nephew’s future s/o!!!
*whispering* “which one is y/n?” -may
“the one waving at us”
you were waving you were super excited to see them show up for you
like seriously, he was definitely boyfriend material
may waved back it was super wholesome
the show began and it was your time to shine (well, with others. you were a team player)
that was UNTIL you got to your SOLO
“they gave a solo?! gosh, peter, you’d better step it up”
“shhhh, no talking!”
you played your heart out since there were people there for you in the audience
you hoped that peter would come to more of these
may could practically see the hearts in his eyes
okay, okay, here comes the standing ovation
you kept your eyes on peter as he clapped louder than anyone else
*throws bouquet of flowers with perfect precision bc he may or may not be spiderman*
yes, he could have just handed it to you afterwards, but what about the perfect throw???
“i think it’s safe to say that you two are basically dating”
“may! cut it outttt!”
you made sure to meet him RIGHT after
“sooo? what’d you think?”
“y/n, you did amazing! oh, by the way, this is my aunt may”
he let you meet his aunt !!! big day !!!
he took you out to dinner at a nearby diner (pizza place) to celebrate the big day
it was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for you
“so when’s your next concert?”
“in the spring, actually? why, you interested?”
“yes! i can’t wait to see you play again”
“well, maybe i can give you another private show...”
the rest of the night was spent joking around and just talking like friends who like each other do
until he final decided that this would just be a perfect time to make a move
“hey, you know, maybe we should go on a date sometime?”
“well, what do you call this?”
“...woah. you’re right...okay, well. um, awkward. i wanted to tell you that i kind of have feelings for you. i have for a while pleasedontfreakout”
“yeah, me too, pete! flash has actually been taking bets on when you were going to fess up”
“are you serious?”
“i might be”
okay he had to admit that was a little funny
after a while longer, the two of you had finally gotten back to your feelings and peter FINALLY asked you to be his s/o
you obviously said yes yes and yes because you’ve been crushing on him since day one
you sent him home with a kiss that he would never ever ever forget
“i dont even wanna wash my face tonight after that”
“gross, pete! dont worry, there’s more where that came from”
(he carries your case or your backpack wherever you go now. he insists)
Hi!! I was wondering if you could do another part to the violinist?? I really loved it!!
Hi lovely! Absolutely! I hope you guys all enjoy part 2 :)
The Violinist: Pt 2
Requested: yes :))
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader ???
Warnings: none
Some information/things I made up for the story so don’t be too harsh :)
(I suggest playing this to hear what the reader was playing to be more immersive :))
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Benedict
The Delaney House was a well known home for artists. It was owned by a wealthy contributor to the Royal Academy of The Arts. This house in particular was not residential, however. No, this house was more of a center of the arts within London.
It was open to all people of all status and from all sorts of lives. Men, Women, rich, poorer. Everyone who loved the arts were welcome. There were singers, painters, actors musicians.
There was singing rooms for people like Siena Roso practiced singing sometimes—or to show off that voice of hers. Or similarly, there were large acting rooms where groups of actors or inspiring actors would gather and practice together.
There were music rooms, private and group ones. These held chairs and music stands for those who would bring their own instruments, in the larger rooms pianos were available.
Then there were painting rooms. Small and large alike for group paintings, or more private rooms. This is where Benedict always went to when he could.
This House was an escape for him, to blend and mingle with like minded people to find inspiration. To get honest feedback about his work instead of his family constantly praising him just because. There he had gotten feedback about his work before, genuine feedback about what he could do instead, ways to improve it all.
It was his escape from the pressures of society, where he had seen such talent from people who had to work for each meal every day. Fantastic work from pig farmers, but hey cannot do much since it is not affordable to be an artist when it does not pay well from lower statuses.
The the beauty of it was that, at the Delaney House, you can. Or at least have an escape where people only cared about your abilities and talent; not how rich your family was.
So there was a sense of relief to know no one would see the second eldest Bridgerton and treat him any differently.
It was a Sunday morning when Benedict had decided to visit the Delaney House, his family usually would not question when he would slip out of the house for a few hours.
He entered the front doors and made his way down the long corridor that led to other halls and wings of the building, like a spiderweb of artists. It was early so there were not entirely a lot of people there, though to the ones he had seen he gave a polite nod of his head.
Benedict was making his way towards his usual painting room when he heard something that made him stop in his tracts. It was some sort of violin music? It was not like any formal performance he had attended. The quick sharp, perfect notes filled the hallway to the right, and drifted presently to his ears.
It was never odd for a violinist os such to be here either, though for some reason this music intrigued him. So he took a little detour and followed the sound of the music. He walked further down the hall until he stopped outside one of the smaller practice rooms where the door was just slightly ajar.
Benedict peaked inside and a grin grew on his face as he just recognized the person playing. It was a young woman, in her twenties. As the mysterious player slowly turned, her face was exposed and he realized he had recognized the young women. It was the young woman who he had seen Elouise talking before his family’s Ball just a week or so ago.
It was the young violinist that had instructed himself and his brothers. For some reason, knowing that she had attended the same artistic building as him made his chest swell. It was like a little secret place, that only they knew about. It also told him that she was passionate about her music.
Benedict watched as her fingers moved carefully against the strings to make an array of beautiful notes that was so different that was usually played.
As she came to the finish of the song, Benedict couldn’t help but open the door a bit and speak up.
“Forgive me for interrupting, Miss. But I heard you playing and your melody is truly enchanting,” he praised the stranger, smirking as he watched the girl jump, clearly all lost in the music she created; Benedict knew how that was.
Y/N jumped, quickly turning towards the voice that had startled the silence that filled the room once she had finished playin the song.
“Mr. Bridgerton! You frightened me, I had not heard you approach.” She said as she caught her breath, carefully placing her bow and violin in her case for a moment. Though while she turned to place her instrument down, it gave her a moment to collect herself from his compliments. “And thank you, that is incredibly kind of you to say,” Y/N said before returning her attention back to the second eldest Bridgerton.
Benedict gave her a look, “you know the rules here Miss. Formalities are barred at the doorway to this building,” he playfully teased her, leaning against the door way.
Y/N then raised an eyebrow, “then why do you?” She questioned
Benedict let out a laugh, “Because I am yet to properly know your name,” he hummed, watching as the realization grew over the girl.
Growing ever more flustered she cleared her throat, “Oh forgive me. Y/N Lyndon. A pleasure to…properly meet you,” she said with an added chuckle.
Benedict smirked and bowed his head, “An absolute pleasure Y/N.” He said rather boldly. Y/N. Y/N. It was a beautiful name. The painter only worried if it would ever leave his mind.
“Of course,” Y/N said as she gathered her sheet music placing it away in her bag that held a bunch of other sorts of music. “I am to assume you come here often? I am not surprised with he word of how good you are with your drawings and paints. I think I am just surprised I had yet to see you here before today,” she commented.
Benedict adored the rather casual conversation. It was like a silent agreement that within the walls of the Delaney House that there would be no formalities regardless of who you were. It allowed everyone to be almost on an even playing field.
“Yes I don’t usually come Sundays, often I attend during the week, usually later in the days.” He explained.
Y/N nodded as she closed the case to hr things. “I suppose that makes sense. I am only here Sunday mornings. It is the only time I am free to practice what I wish,” she said with a smile.
Benedict hummed and nodded, “I see. Perhaps I will have to start attending Sunday mornings then,” he said with a grin.
“if that is the case, Benedict, you must come rather early. I come when the sun comes up in the sky. Because…” she glanced to the clock that was handing in the corner. “I must be returning home within the hour.” She said, and she could see Benedict’s grin slowly grow into almost a pout.
“Oh truly? You cannot stay just a little bit longer?” He asked, almost like when a child wishes that their mother would allow them to stay up late.
“Unfortunately not this time. I have family visiting from the country and I have to go get ready. Though perhaps next week you can find me at the Featherington’s Ball on Friday. Or early next Sunday,” she said as she passed him in the doorway, a smirk on her face as she playfully brush against the taller man.
Benedict small pout grew into a smirk at her playfulness and almost minx like behavior. He turned and watched her. “Oh truly you can bet that I shall.” He said. Y/N laughed a bit and gave him a wave over her shoulder before walking down the hallway.
Benedict watched, almost enchanted by ht violinist as she made her way down the hallway and around the corner until she was completely out of sight. Benedict never imagined himself with another artist. But then again, he never knew a violinist could be so enchanting. He knew he would be looking forward to the upcoming ball next week, and he knew exactly who to look for.
