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Anthony and his wife are totally different, having an argument with different ideas (maybe she has the same personality as eloise). (but nothing too heavy, probably something funny and cute)

just a lil drabble, hope you like it!

“No, I absolutely agree.” You tell Eloise. The two of you were talking about Lady Whistledowns latest publication, theorizing about who she may be. “She must be a member of the ton, how else would she hear that much gossip?”

Eloise and you got along very well, something Anthony was very happy about. You became Viscountess Bridgerton a little over a year ago, and your entire marriage has been pure bliss. In truth you could see a lot of yourself in Eloise, recognizing the rebellious streak she has. You yourself had nod been keen on the idea of marriage before you met Anthony.

“Her publishings are pure speculation, a gossip monger.” Eloise exclaims. She has been on a hunt to find out who the anonymous writer for the entire season. “I certainly don’t agree with what she publishes, only spreading shame.” You agree before taking a sip of your tea.

The door to the sitting room opens and Anthony appears in the doorway. Eloise begins to speak again but you silently signal for her to stop. You knew your husband wasn’t going to be happy about you speaking with his sister on such topics, or encouraging her search for the writers identity.

Anthony presses a kiss to your forehead and sits down next to you on the sofa. “What were you speaking about? Do not stop your conversation on my account.” He says.

“Nothing at all dearest, lady’s talk.” You assure him while shooting a sly wink to Eloise. “Yes, nothing for you to know about brother.” She almost sighs out, annoyed at her brother interrupting your conversation.

Anthony raises an eyebrow and already knows what the conversation had been about. You got along well, were a lot alike. But maybe a bit too much. “I do not hope you are encouraging Eloise in her search of Lady Whistledown.” He tells you, a bit frustrated to have to tell you yet again.

You had fought about this topic before, but you did not see the harm in the young girl doing something she clearly enjoyed and wasn’t harming anyone. “Eloise, would you excuse us? It seems your brother and I have something to talk about.” You ask the girl, ignoring Anthony’s question.

She nods in answer to your question and exits the sitting room swiftly. You turn to Anthony and frown a bit. “Do we really have to argue on this again? We clearly do not agree on this subject.”

“Eloise should spend her time in a more proper manner. Finding a suitable husband for example, it is your responsibility to guide her into doing as such.” Anthony states as pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

You scoff. “And you believe I am not doing my best? Eloise is a young lady full of fire and fervor. I believe she will find a husband when she feels ready to, we should not pressure her into marriage if she does not feel ready.” The grip on your teacup gets a bit tighter as you feel quite passionately on this subject.

It is your belief that nobody should get married under pressure. Your marriage with Anthony hadn’t been pressured and it turned out very happy.

“I am just saying, she has time. It does not harm anyone that she wants to know who Lady Whistledown is.” You continue, softening your tone a bit to try to convince Anthony.

Your husband sighs and leans back into the sofa. “I know, I am only afraid she will not find a suitable husband in time. That she will become undesirable as time goes on. I only want the best for her.”

“I know you do, but you do not have to hold her back in order to do so my love.” Your tone remains soft and gentle. Anthony nods and pulls you into him a bit. “You’re doing great as a brother Anthony. Do not worry.” You whisper to him.

Everything was going to be alright, and now Anthony realizes that as well.

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.