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Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

I think he knows | 0.7k words

Anthony Bridgerton

Drabble: you are a lot like Eloise.

The ballad of songbirds and snakes

Coriolanus Snow

Cold comfort | 0.8K words

Sejanus Plinth

None yet!

sosososo cute

Felix asking a shy girl out would include:

Felix x shy!reader

Word count: 546

Warnings: none

Masterlist here

Felix doesn’t even know the definition of the word shy

You were in one of his classes and always sat near the front and kept to yourself

He often found his gaze drifting from the lecture to you

When he did introduce himself at the end of the class your reaction stuck with him

“Hi I’m Felix. I don’t think we’ve met,”

He remembers the way your cheeks-tinged pink, and you began to stutter a greeting before making an excuse to leave

So, when the professor announced a group project was coming up Felix instantly offered to pair with you

You were relieved at not having to struggle to find a partner, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated

Felix was used to being loud, but he soon noticed how quiet you spoke and followed suit

Though he did love seeing you embarrassed

Not like embarrassed embarrassed

But he did love to compliment you to watch you squirm a little

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“Is that a new top? It looks amazing on you,”

“How does a pretty girl like you still single?”

Felix tried to invite you to parties, but you never accepted

The project took about three weeks to complete, and you had to see him at least twice a week on top of classes

So, when you finally completed the project, you decided to take the plunge

“Do you want to maybe get lunch sometime? We don’t have to its only if you’d maybe wanna go- “

“I thought you’d never ask,”

Felix realised when he was getting ready for the date, he’d never been on a date date before

He’d went to parties, hooked up, went to fancy dinners but that was always with 20 other people

Now he was sat waiting for you in a coffee shop feeling oddly nervous

“Hi, hey, hello,” he greeted, standing up with an awkward handshake to hug to greet you

“Hi,” you breathed out, looking so much more relaxed now compared to when you first met

You stayed in the coffee shop for around two hours just chatting away

You only left because they were closing

Felix suggested walking the long way back

He did notice your blush return when he took your hand in his

God did he love when you got all shy

Especially when you got back to campus, and everyone was staring

You started looking at the ground all shy

But Felix just dropped your hand so he could drape his arm round your shoulder instead

“They’re only looking because of how good you look,”

Felix was desperate to kiss you when he got you to your dorm, but he didn’t want to push you too far

“I’ll text you yeah?”

“Yeah course,” you said

Felix stepped back, about to walk away when you suddenly grabbed his wrist

It took everything in you to tug him closer

But Felix quickly got the hint

The kiss was short and sweet

But it knocked all the air out his lungs

It was all he could think about as he walked back to his dorm and wondered how soon was too soon to text you

He only lasted till he got back in his room

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That Drabble was so cute🥺♥️

Glad you liked it! 💕

I think he knows - B.B

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Wordcount: 0.7K

Warnings: Age gap (10 years, Benedict is 28, Reader is 18.) No Y/N used.

Authors note: Who was gonna tell me our boy Ben is 28 in S2??? I was flabbergasted when i googled it for this fic😭

The ball was absolutely boring to you. You were silently observing the people there and the conversations being held around you. The dance card that dangled from your wrist painfully empty, the small glass lemonade in your hand turning lukewarm from being held so long. Your eyes fall on Benedict Bridgerton, one of the most eligible bachelors of the season.

This social season was only your first, having been presented to Queen Charlotte only two weeks prior. You held no hopes of marrying this season. The gentlemen of the ton had not paid a lot of attention to you thus far, apart from the few dances you’d had.

Despite mr. Bridgerton being 10 years your senior, you felt yourself oddly enamored by him. You had just turned eighteen, only just allowed to be out in society. Regardless of your age you had gentlemen far into their forties approaching you for dances. The thought of mr. Bridgerton wanting to dance with you did not repulse you like it had with other gentlemen. Thinking about it even made your stomach flutter a little, not that you would ever admit that.

Benedict had been getting pestered by debutantes and marriage minded mama’s all evening. Since the ball was hosted by the dowager Viscountess, his mother, it was to be expected he would be approached all night, but in all honesty you pitied him a bit. He had been getting more and more attention each social season that he remained unmarried.

You had heard of Benedict Bridgerton before your debut, as he was an acquaintance of your father’s. Now at the ball you saw him in a completely different light though, not an acquaintance of your father, but a man you found quite attractive. You had always thought him an attractive man, but in the lighting of the sun setting and the stained glass windows from the ballroom he looked simply angelic.

Benedict and your father often painted together and you always found small excuses to be in the room, harboring a small crush on Benedict.

Suddenly you were pulled out of your thoughts when Lord Beswick approached you. Lord Beswick was a man in his late thirties with little to no hair on his head. He had seemed particularly eager to have you dance with him on earlier occasions, which was hard to refuse without seeming impudent. As the man approached you, you prepared yourself to have to dance with him again.

Then you feel a touch on the small of your back. Your head snaps around to find the source of the touch and your eyes meet those of Benedict Bridgerton. Lord Beswick then finally reaches you and asks you for your next dance.

"Unfortunately for you, the lady has already promised her next dance to me, Lord Beswick.” Benedict tells the man in a smooth and charismatic voice. You silently thank him with a look and allow him to write his name on your dance card. He quickly leads you to the dancefloor and gets ready to dance with you.

As the music starts playing Benedict begins dancing with you gracefully, he had obviously had dance lessons as a child. “Thank you for saving me from Lord Beswick.” You thank him, speaking softly, almost as if you were frightened to talk to him. Truthfully you were slightly scared to be talking to him, he was a bit intimidating to you.

“No need to thank me, I could not let a lady such as yourself dance with such a man.” Benedict states. His voice enhances your attraction towards him, it being crisp and confident. You had noticed before he always carried himself with confidence and grace. “I shall thank you for it regardless, I do not believe I would have survived another dance with him.” You utter out, still nervous to be in such close proximity to him.

You feel like he has got your heart skipping down sixteenth avenue, it almost beating out of your chest. He gives you a small smirk, looking down at you as you dance. “I have noticed you looking at me, Tonight and whenever your father and I paint at your estate. Is there any particular reason for that, my lady?” He asks, the smirk still lingering on his face.

I think he knows…

Cold comfort - C.S

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Wordcount: 0.8K

Warnings: Coriolanus is a warning in itself, angst

Coryo was your best friend. Emphasis on was. Ever since Coriolanus had returned from district twelve he had been different. He had become colder, more distant towards you. The full extent of what had happened in district twelve you didn't know. All you knew is that your best friend has turned from a caring person to a man you did not recognize. 

Coryo and you had grown up together, living in the same building. When Coriolanus’ father died during the dark days you had been there for him. When your sister died in the same period he had been there for you. You knew of Snow family’s money troubles, how much pressure had been on Coryo to win the Plinth prize to get them back up on their feet.

Now that Coriolanus had returned from district twelve all those troubles seemed to disappear, with him now working under doctor Gaul and attending the university. Now that he did not have those troubles, he had cast you aside. You felt now that he had everything he had ever wanted; he did not need you anymore. 

Whenever you saw him in the hallways of the university he pretended as if you didn’t exist. As if the two of you had not been attached at the hip since the age of 7. In all these years you had known him, you admit, you had gotten very attached to him. 

You were sitting in your literary class when you felt a small tap on your shoulder. “I need to talk to you.” A deep voice spoke from behind you, a voice belonging to Coryo. A sigh falls from your lips and you turn around to face him. “Decided I do exist after all?”

Before Coriolanus could get a word in you started talking again. “Since you returned from district twelve you have not spoken a single word to me, but now you need to speak to me? Get lost Coriolanus.” Your words seeped into him like poison. You never called him Coriolanus, only Coryo.

“Just- Please. I really need to talk to you.” He pleaded, sounding almost desperate for you to go with him. You let out another sigh but do stand up from your seat and go with him. 

The halls of the university seemed smaller, almost suffocatingly so. Your throat closes up a bit in anticipation as Coriolanus leads you into an empty classroom. “I would like to apologize.” Coriolanus speaks plainly. You raise an eyebrow at his statement. “Okay..” You trail off, wanting him to continue talking.

“It wasn't fair of me to ignore you. I'm sorry.” A small smile appears on your face as he apologizes. In truth you had forgiven him from the moment he tapped on your shoulder.

Since Coryo had apologized you had been best friends yet again. Though in reality, which you hadn't realized, Coriolanus had an ulterior motive for wanting to make up with you. Coriolanus was soon to be a gamemaker, a highly sought after position. He would be even more of status than he was now, so he would need someone of status by his side.

Your family has a good reputation within the capitol, Coriolanus thought. Besides, if he had to be in a relationship, you would be his first choice. You’re sensible, tolerable, and most importantly, beautiful. Coriolanus had always appreciated your beauty, and thought you the only one worthy of him. 

Though he still needed to continue acting like he only wanted to be friends. You had accepted his apology no less than three weeks ago, so it was too soon to set his plan in motion. 

Coriolanus had been able to win your heart over in a mere four months. Four months of meticulously planned actions and conversations and his plan had worked. You had become his girlfriend. In those months he had officially become a gamemaker, securing his position even further. Several events had happened with you as his girlfriend, he had taken you along with him to them of course. 

He had not spent four months to win you over to not show you off. 

Only a year later you had gotten married. You had gotten married to the man you thought was the love of your life. If only you had been right. 

The wedding was beautiful. “Only the best for you, a wedding as beautiful as you are.” Coriolanus had said while you were planning it. Though shortly after the wedding Coriolanus had turned cold again, in the same way he had turned cold when he returned from district twelve.

Coriolanus was your husband. Emphasis on was. Now he was just a man that you despised, that happened to carry that title.