you were like wild animals. ravenous, hungry, starved. it didn’t help that the council had kept daemon longer than usual, and you were starting to get frustrated.
you were close to fucking anything in sight. any guard who looked good enough, or any servant who dared to look at you a certain way. they all knew daemons wife, and they knew her appetite for anything and everything.
that’s how you had met daemon.
down in flea bottom, you had been one of the only women who didn’t look like she belonged there.
perhaps daemon was right.
you were fit for a king.
the clamor of his armor was heard as he neared the bedroom and you sighed with relief. you collapsed on the bed, exhausted of waiting and just wanting him to use you.
“husband.” you greeted daemon, and parted your legs, “i’ve been waiting, picturing you right here.” you tapped the space between your legs and he laughed, “what a lovely sight. my wife, willing and open.”
daemon had you on your stomach, ass in the air as he fucked you. truly like animals, he had taken you from the back, your hair a knot in his hands.
you cried out, his cock pushing against the plush walls of your cunt. “please…” you begged, hands gripping the fabric, you wanted more, you wanted it all.
“fuck!” your face fell into the sheets and you screamed, the knot in your belly burst and you were hugging his cock, holding him in as you tightened and shook around him. daemon pulled your hair even more, cooing in your ear as his finger brushed your ear.
he waited until you calmed down, twitching slightly, “more?” his gaze was heavy and lazy, but the grip on your hair was unrelenting, “more?!” he yelled when you didn’t respond.
he smacked the plush of your ass and you groaned, “yes!” you hissed, a burning feel crawled up your back as he thrusted again.
this time, your vision was getting cloudy, and spotty. “what do you see?” daemons voice was heavy on you, pants met yours and you cried for more, “all the stars.” your voice sounded weak, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head before you could even realize you had been close.
Hello! I had this idea for Benedict Bridgerton where the reader is a bit younger than him and quite shy/quiet but loves art and that’s how they meet. They end up starting a secret relationship and as a result she gets pregnant but doesn’t realise for a while (I’m thinking about that scene with Eloise asking how women get pregnant) but when she does she goes straight to Benedict who is actually quite excited and starts planning how they need to get married ASAP
synopsis: benedict hadn’t been completely honest with you, and neither had you
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“you love his work too?” a husky voice came up from behind you. you recognized that voice anywhere, and conveniently, it had approached you.
you shrugged, “i wouldn’t say love.” you wanted to be honest but also knew, from your best friend, his sister, eloise, that the artist’s painting you were in front of, happened to be one of benedict’s favorites.
benedict looked surprised as he looked at the painting again, almost as if he had to check that you both were looking at the same one.
you rolled around in his bed, and found yourself hitting his side. a small groan came from benedict, as you snuggled into his side.
“i’ve got to go soon, darling.” he announced groggily, “tea with the family. my sister also announced that you would go too-“ you let out a sigh in reply, “that’s fine. i’ll be there perhaps after i visit the modiste.” benedict turned towards you and raised an eyebrow.
you pulled away from his side and got up from the bed, yawning slightly, “none of my dresses fit anymore. my mother was asking me if i had gained weight but-“ you shrugged, “i told her that maybe i had finally stopped growing.” you began to throw benedict his clothing, catching most of it with his face, he looked at you puzzled for a moment and didn’t say anything.
“i’ll see you at tea.” you opened your bedroom door and called out to your maids, “please prepare a bath for me!” you shouted into the hall before shutting the door, “you have ten minutes to be in the wind before they notice.”
the visit to the modiste had been humbling. you tried to give a good excuse as to why none of your gowns were fitting you, all tight around the waist, but the madame was having none of it. she just fixed your gowns and didn’t say a word as she sent you on your way.
arriving to the bridgerton home was always a planned out event. talk to eloise and the family, be friendly to benedict but nothing overly friendly that would put the both of you into a scandal, especially when you had been engaging in scandalous acts for the past two months.
you didn’t think you would’ve fallen for your best friends brother. but he understood you, understood the passion of art, and even loved to share his interests with you.
“el!” you greeted her as she met you outside the steps. you hugged her and she smirked, “come. you have to help me bug my brothers about the origin of babies.” she tugged your arm and pulled you into the drawing room.
you walked into the room and found everyone but benedict to be already sat. eloise pulled you to sit in front of anthony and colin. she looked at them both and at you, “where do babies come from?” her question seemed to light the room up in shock as her mother gasped from across the room, daphne had stopped playing with her younger siblings as she looked at eloise, her face slightly cross.
“what’s the matter? im just curious! a girl should be curious about these things, shouldn’t she, y/n?” eloise nudged you, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly, nodding along.
anthony and colin both looked slightly pale, and colin laughed to ease the awkwardness, “mhm..” anthony leaned forward and nodded at his mama, who threw her hands up in exasperation.
slowly but surely, anthony explained how babies are made, and as he walked eloise through it, you slowly started to realize a few things.
your weight gain wasn’t just a simple weight gain.
if it wasn’t for this conversation, you wouldn’t have noticed that you hadn’t bled yet at all this month.
you started to feel clammy, your hands sweating slightly as you just fully put everything together.
you silently prayed that benedict was nowhere to be found because you stood up suddenly. anthony scrambled for words but you looked at them politely, “i just forgot- i have to meet my mother for tea!” you gave them all a quick goodbye as you booked it, after you had exited the room, to your carriage, and asked to be taken to the art school.
in the carriage, you fixed your hair and put on a large, heavy overcoat in order to try to blend in, and not stand out as much.
you usually knew where benedict was, and if wasn’t here, he would be at the gentlemens club. but considering he knew he was supposed to be at the bridgerton home, he must’ve been caught up at school.
you stalked into the building and to your luck, benedict was standing in the hallway, admiring another piece of art.
you walked in front of it, and caught his eye. benedict couldn’t help the bulge of his eyes out of his head as he pulled you into a closed off room.
“what are you doing here?!” he tried to maintain his terrified surprise.
you narrowed your eyes at him and he raised his eyebrows, “what?”
“your siblings and i had a very interesting chat today.” benedict nodded, and you continued, “regarding the origin of children.” benedict continued to nod, and you noticed the confusion on his face, “benedict-“
benedict held a hand over his mouth as he put it together in his head.
“are you?” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before you nodded, and from benedict, erupted a shout of happiness.
you looked at him, puzzled, and also afraid that someone would walk in. “what is the matter with you? i- i cannot even begin to comprehend that i am pregnant and you are over here having a celebration?!” you shouted, turning around in frustration.
benedict looked at you, pulling you towards him and hugging you tightly, “you don’t know how much joy i feel right now, darling. but my heart is going a million speed.” he kissed your cheek, “marry me.”
you pulled back, and faced him, “what?”
“marry me. you’ve already got my child, i couldn’t love you more. so marry me.” benedict was now, a smiling mess.
you knew you didn’t have a choice in this. but you didn’t just want to have a secured future, but you knew benedict loved you, and you loved him too.
you kissed his cheek and nodded, “fine. i will marry ypu, benedict bridgerton.”
Hello! Could I possibly request a Benedict Bridgerton x reader where reader is like a person that can only be seen at paintings, they're graceful, sophisticated , and mysterious and benedict is enthralled by them every time they visit the bridgerton residence.
eloise led you through her house and into the study. she always felt more comfortable around you, and preferred to have you all to herself rather than her family steal her only friend.
you smiled softly as she ran towards the books on her brothers desk. eloise has a penchant for stealing her brothers books, no matter how looked down upon it was, she claimed that men always were allowed better books than women, and thus better education.
as you had only begun to relax on the desk chair, you heard a rumble of the door and it swung open, a very stern looking anthony bridgerton looking straight at his sister.
“ladies, as much as i hate to interrupt this gathering in my study, i fear i actually have to work.” anthony glanced at you and smiled apologetically. he knew this idea of breaking into his study wasn’t your idea.
you stood up and grabbed eloise by the arm gently, smiling, “we’ll be on our way, lord bridgerton.”
anthony nodded again and eloise looked at her brother and hissed, “i will be back for that stack next to you!” she threatened and walked out ahead of you.
as you followed eloise, you nearly knocked against the entrance wall to the study. you scoffed as you smoothed your dress out and looked up to see a very worried man gazing at you.
this must’ve been another one of eloise’s brothers. you had only met gregory and anthony.
“i must apologize, i didn’t realize there was anyone else in these halls.” his voice was soft as he looked at you, his eyes fixated on your lips.
you nodded, “i suppose i can accept your apologies.” you spoke sarcastically, “it was lovely to meet you, mr. bridgerton.” you weren’t sure exactly which bridgerton brother this was but you walked away, knowing you could very well ask eloise later.
benedict watched you depart and anyone who saw him could say that he looked like a hungry dog as he practically drooled over you. he shook his head of you and continued into his brothers study.
“you look like you’ve just seen a ghost, are you alright?” anthony looked up at his brother, papers upon papers out on his desk.
benedict shook his head, “not a ghost, brother. an angel.”
the 2nd time
eloise strutted into the family room with a huge smile on her face, “mama- i hope it is fine that i invited a friend over for dinner.” her mother paused her embroidery and smiled, “wonderful, eloise.” she seemed happy to know that her daughter felt comfortable enough to invite her friends around, “which friend is this? penelope?”
eloise moved to sit next to benedict, who was keeping to himself drawing, but still very involved in this conversation, hoping that you were the certain friend.
ever since that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. if he wasn’t focused, the faces of the women he drew would heavily resemble you, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
eloise said your name with a smile and turned to her brother, who was currently adding a shadow to the solemn expression of the face he was drawing.
eloise scoffed, “that looks like y/n.” she grabbed the drawing from his hand and benedict fought back the urge to rip it out of her hands. he shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but he was screaming internally. “she has a boring face. i wouldn’t be surprised if she looked like half of the paintings people make these days.” he remarked and eloise rolled her eyes, giving the book back to her brother.
“your excuses get worse by the hour.” she made one final comment and stood up, stalking out of the room.
benedict had tried to find any excuse to escape tonight’s family dinner. he asked anthony to leave but anthony had refused, saying that since eloise had invited a friend, everyone had to be there and be polite. he even bribed hyacinth and gregory to be on their best behavior.
eloise had led you into the dining room, her whole family already seated and awaiting her with pleasant smiles.
the dowager greeted you and she asked you to sit next to her, and conviently, across from benedict.
eloise had told you of the previous conversation she had had with her brother, and you were surprised, curiousity begging you to see those drawings.
but instead, you played coy and shyly avoided benedict’s piercing gaze, whenever you felt it anyway.
you smiled as the dowager asked about your family, “my father is the duke of aberdeen and my mother is the duchess. my brother is actually traveling right now and my younger sister just got back from her painting expedition that my parents had sent her on!” you smiled brightly, “and i have been preparing for my debut next season.”
the dowager nodded, unable to hide the bright smile of surprise at you being the dukes daughter. your name had sounded familiar but she couldn’t pinpoint it, and now, the entire bridgerton family was staring at you in awe.
benedict was peering at you curiously, and as the dinner continued, he was beside himself to want to talk to you again.
the 3rd time
benedict shouldn’t have had any of colin’s tea. he was furiously painting, colors splashing onto the canvas and onto his white linen shirt, his only thought was the color of your blush, or the way your hair moved when you walked, even the perfect tint of your lips still had him in shambles.
eloise had heard the noise, and as she was leading you out, you asked to stop, wondering what that noise was.
you pointed towards the room it was coming from and eloise shook her head immediately, excuses to not go in were being fumbled and you rolled your eyes. “let me in, el.”
eloise knew she couldn’t stop you, if anything she’d just injure herself, so she sucked in a breath and turned the doorknob.
heavy panting was the only thing you heard that wasn’t the brushing of paints across a canvas. you were shocked, your face turning a rosy red, fire blooming as you stared at yourself on a huge canvas. more, as you continued into the room, appeared. you sipping tea, having dinner, even sitting with eloise and chatting.
as you continued to see who was behind the artistry, you found benedict, sparkles in his eyes as he continued to paint. you didn’t say a single word as he didn’t seem to break out of his trance. you looked at the canvas and saw yourself again, this time with your dress falling off your shoulder, a hand holding it up as a smile played on your lips.
“benedict?” you were in disbelief.
“oh. my lady.” he practically bowed to the floor, and he kissed your hand.
“benedict.” you called again, and he looked up and shook his head, “my lady. my lady…” he was finding the words and you had enough.
you pulled benedict up by the collar of the shirt and kissed him intensely.
benedict’s hands gripped at your waist, and you broke apart to get the air that he was so desperately taking from you.
“marry me.” he whispered breathlessly, “marry me and put me out of this torment. i cannot stand to be without you..” he kissed your cheek and you nodded, “of course, my lord.”
eloise, who had experienced this entire scene first hand, smiled, turning her attention towards the painting featuring herself. she scoffed, “my head isn’t actually that big!” she yelled, and benedict laughed, yours following right after.
Hi 👋🏼, I saw that you taking Bridgerton request. So I thought I will put out a idea.
Just the thought of Benedict getting high off of the tea, forgetting he is married and seeing his wife in bed reading or something and he losses his mind thinking there is an angel in his room and he must marry her this moment. And she is just confused as to what’s happening.
Thought this was kinda cute and had to share it with you 😊.
synopsis: angels didn’t truly exist, unless they did?
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benedict stumbled back to his bedroom. dinner with his family was a game of trying to act inconspicuous, and so instead of venturing home, especially in his ‘condition’, benedict retired to his old bedroom.
as he walked in, he noticed dim light already filling the room, and a light crackling fire already going.
perhaps he was in the wrong room?
benedict peeked his head in more to see the rest of the room. it was definitely his bedroom, old books of his, even a pair of his nightclothes were sitting on his desk chair.
benedict hummed in confusion before he finally turned towards the bed.
what he saw just shook him to the absolute core.
a gawked expression on his face as he faced you, your hair falling in ringlets down your shoulders, your hands caressing the worn leather of a book, your lips pouty and swollen as your eyes tracked the words on the page. you had barely noticed benedict, at least until he made something close to a squeal.
“ben?” you looked at your husband and benedict was holding his hand over his mouth. colin had warned you at dinner that he had given his brother a ‘special’ kind of tea. you babysat your own husband for the rest of the night, even making excuses when he was moaning loudly over the food.
you had blushed, knowing those moans all too well, and just shushed him.
now, benedict who had stayed behind with his brothers, who tried to sober him up, was in front of you, and practically had tears in his eyes.
“ben, darling,” you stood up out of the bed and benedict threw his hands up, “no! i-“ he cut himself off and watched you get out of the bed and walk towards him. his eyes fixated on you, “my god, you are gorgeous. i could paint you.” he was still clearly delirious, the sobering up didn’t work it seemed. “are all the angels in heaven like this? this beautiful?” his eyes were twinkling as he looked at you.
you laughed, rolling your eyes, “i’m not an angel, darling.” you grabbed his arm and led him to the bed.
“whatever you are-“ he blinked, “we cannot be alone together- i’ll have to ravish you until the moonlight and i cannot compromise an unmarried-“ he paused, “do angels have the same morals as humans?”
you smiled, and began to slowly unbutton his waist coat, “i think they do, ben.”
benedict pulled away, “stop..you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into!” he seemed completely delirious now and you rolled your eyes, walking over to the desk chair. you grabbed his nightclothes and threw them at him, “fine, undress yourself. im going to bed.”
you moved to the bed and benedict looked at you incredously, “you cannot stay here-“
you rolled your eyes and you were completely over his delirium, “yes i can. i am married to you, benedict bridgerton, and i’ve seen and dealt with every ugly head of yours that rears but this one is really testing my patience! im not some angel, and i’m not an unmarried woman who’s virtue can get compromised- i am your wife!” you shouted, and you pulled back the bed covers, “now let me sleep or i fear you will have a much bigger problem to deal with.”
benedict who was shaking like a leaf at this point, looked at you and blinked, recognition finally being noticed in his eyes. he cleared his throat and nodded, “of course, my love.” he was still incredibly high, but at least he knew you.
enough to fall asleep quickly, hands glued to your chest as he snuggled into your side, snoring away the high.
benedict bridgerton x reader, anthony bridgerton x reader
synopsis: you were childhood friends with the bridgertons, but that still didn’t stop benedict sleeping with you and anthony falling in love with you
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your dress had been discarded by the door to his studio, and you had hoped that no one would come looking for the two of you. you had arrived unannounced and early as in hopes to see benedict, who was supposed to be away at the mens club.
benedict was kissing you roughly. his soft, paint dusted hands moved along the soft curves of your body. you shivered at the contact.
you pulled back to admire benedict and smiled softly, “i came to aubrey hall for dinner and im having you instead?” you kissed him again, dipping your head as you bent down on your knees. benedict chuckled, “it’s better that what our cooks serve anyway.”
you couldn’t let out a reply as you stuffed your mouth full of his hard cock. benedict groaned slightly and you sucked hard, hallowing your cheeks out as you took him in. you could feel the damp wetness grow in between your legs.
benedict was holding the back of your head as he peered down to see his cock shoveling in and out of your mouth. he groaned softly, and you gagged lightly.
“aw!” benedict groaned loudly, and you slapped his thigh to quiet him. you pulled back off his cock and benedict raised his eyebrow, “you’re not supposed to be home, remember?”
“right- right.” benedict nodded, quieting his voice slightly. and you continued to suck him off.
anthony could hear the thumping going on inside benedict’s studio. it was loud, and a giggle from a woman and man were enough to garner the imagination. anthony had had enough when he heard benedict’s moans. it was already enough to get gregory and hyacinth away from the area but now anthony had to listen to it?
anthony promptly burst into the room, fully aware that benedict was currently fucking someone. but anthony didn’t expect benedict to be fucking,
you.
anthony’s voice faltered an explanation as he saw you at his brothers mercy. you mouth wide open and in your hands…
“y/n?” anthony looked at you and you stood up and shielded benedict’s naked form. your robe was falling off your body and anthony looked away as one side fell completely off your shoulder.
you felt benedict’s cool hands move your robe back up. you looked back at benedict and back to anthony.
“what is this?” anthony motioned to you and his brother, “you’re unmarried- the scandal ir will create-“ anthony didn’t know what to think anymore. you were tainted, damaged goods.
the words couldn’t come from your own throat and so benedict, who was still nude, stepped up to grab a robe from his chair and shuck it on.
“do you have plans to marry her?” anthony looked at benedict. benedict couldn’t speak as you cut him off.
“no. he doesn’t. we- i refuse to get married to settle any scandal you create.” you looked bitter as you spat the words out and anthony scoffed.
“that i will create? don’t try to make me look like some bad guy, y/n, the scandal already created itself it’s just about time someone revealed it!” anthony was shouting now, and he picked up your dress off the floor and threw it at you, “i didn’t think you’d be the one to be in something like this-“
“don’t you dare try to make me feel guilty for-“ you cut him off but again, promptly he spoke.
“telling you that i loved you?” anthony echoed, his gaze burning a hole right through you.
benedict looked at you now, “what is he talking about?” he looked at his brother, who avoided his eyes, and you, who was shaking your head as you thought.
“is this true?” benedict’s voice wavered on betrayal, from your lies and his betrayal to his brother.
you looked at anthony and your eyes bordered on tears, “don’t pretend like any of what you had said was true! you don’t love me, and stop pretending like you do!” you yelled, and felt tears drop onto your cheek.
benedict had gotten his confirmation, and upon the look of his brothers face, he knew that anthony truly loved you, the look on his face, that blazing hot anger, was nothing but love.
anthony’s voice rose over yours, “i love you, so much that everyday i yearn for your touch and everyday i find myself alone. you are the bane of my existence, but i still find myself unable to live this torturous life without you.” he confessed, his words frustrated, yet passionate and fearful.
you looked at anthony and blinked back tears, “don’t do this to me, anthony..” you begged, now sobbing as you clutched onto the fabric of your robe, “don’t make me split my heart into two.”
anthony looked at you and sighed, “i’m not asking you to. im asking you give it to me whole.” he walked up to you and embraced you, holding his nose close to your cheek as he stilled in your arms, “marry me. please.”
before you could speak, you heard the door to benedict’s studio creak open, and from behind the door stood eloise bridgerton, a gobsmacked expression on her face as she held the image of you, entangled in the arms of her eldest brother while her other brother, stood off to the side, heartbreak played on his face.
“i assume you weren’t expecting company, now were you?” eloise tried to shake her shock off with a laugh and you only tried to hold up a weak smile as anthony broke from your arms to try and do damage control.
as anthony parted from you, you peered back to find benedict staring at you, his eyes reading something that only wanted to send you spiraling.
Hey, so I'm a Anthony I won't fall in love Bridgerton girl so there will be a lot of Anthony request. So I came up the idea of Anthony s1 where he is in a secret relationship with a maid and like Violet walks in Anthony's office to talk about the duke and R is massaging Anthony's shoulder idk
synopsis: your inappropriate relationship with the viscount is finally discovered
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the viscount loved having you on your knees.
he loved watching your back arch as you struggled to clean the deepest shelf in the bookshelf, your fingers wrapping around the pathetic rag as you dragged it across the mahogany wood.
“all done?” anthony had pretended to be busy with viscount duties, random papers remained sprawled on his desk. you both knew he wasn’t working at all.
you pulled back slowly, leaning back on your heels. you looked at anthony, bowing your head, “yes, my lord.” you waited for his approval, and remained kneeling.
you could hear the rustling of papers, and the feet of his chair dragging across the wood floor just as his feet stalked over to you. you breathed in nervously as he checked your work. those dark eyes dragged across the entire bookshelf, inspecting every inch.
you flinched slightly as he walked past you to the other shelves. “hmm,” he rounded back to the desk, sitting in it delicately before you looked up.
your eyes met and anthony held a small smile, “looks acceptable.” he confirmed, and you smiled, standing up. you walked over to his side and he reached out for your hand. you let him grab your hand, he kissed it once before he put it on his shoulder, “please.”
this is how it had all began.
anthony didn’t have the best joints, and your mother was a healer who had an affinity to heal the human body with just her hands. she had taught you before she had passed, and you had hoped you’d be able to build it into a career, but these things change.
one day, late in his study, you had seen him cracking his neck trying to find relief. your eyes always wandered from your work but anthony made your eyes wander farther than they should. whenever he was present, the urge to clean faster and neater was overwhelming.
“i can help..” you realized your words had come out louder than they should have. but you were alone with him, his eyes glued to the business papers before him. he looked up, raising his eyebrows and you laughed nervously, “with your neck. i can help with your neck.” you pointed, and anthony unconsciously brought his hand up to his shoulder, looking at you curiously.
and that’s how it had began. anthony would call you away to clean his study late at night, and you’d proceed to spend more time with the viscount than anyone of your status ever should.
“i saw you roll your shoulders a few times, is it bothering you?” your fingers squeezed around the hard muscle of his shoulder and anthony hissed, “fuck, yes.” he put a hand over yours, stopping you from squeezing again. you pulled your hand away, and anthony unbuttoned the first couple buttons of his shirt, freeing just his shoulder. “give it a try.” he murmured, and let your hand go, preparing himself.
you squeezed hard onto his shoulder and anthony groaned, his elbows digging into the wooden desk as his head bowed. you worked at the muscle, his skin warm underneath your palm, when you heard the door heave open.
you pulled back immediately, but realized that there would be no excuse for what this was. the viscount was half naked, and you were standing over him, making him moan and groan.
you cursed, and anthony tried to fix his shirt just as his mother stepped into the study. she had a pleasant smile on her face, almost like a fresh daisy. but it fell upon seeing you. her smile turned into a pained expression, “anthony, what is this?” she looked between the two of you and you didn’t say anything, petrified to even move.
anthony sighed, fixing his shirt, “it’s an exchange of services.” he looked at you, and signaled for you to leave, “she was just leaving. don’t worry about it.” he beckoned his mother forward, but violets eyes stayed glued to you as you hurriedly collected your cleaning supplies, and left without another word.
an exchange of services?
had the viscount just lied to his mother saying that you were a whore?
you were fuming. absolutely fuming.
you had scurried back to the servant quarters, swallowing every sob that threatened to escape with every step. what if violet fired you? what if she decided that having a whore for a maid was something she didn’t want in her household? you’d suffer without a job, your life would be ruined!
you paused.
anthony would never let any of that happen to you!
or would he?
anthony knew you were avoiding him. every note he had given to the head maid about getting you to clean his study, had magically disappeared or gotten lost throughout the day. it had been a week and as much dust as his office collected, he didn’t care about anything other than you.
and he hated it.
there was an internal fight between what he felt and what he wanted. what he wanted was to remain a bachelor for life, sleep with whomever he wanted and not have to be tied down by this idyllic idea of a marriage. except what he felt for you was too strong, and he couldn’t deny himself of what he wanted.
you still had a job. it had been a week and there had been no secret meetings or anything of that sort. you had just worked, kept your head down and hoped that the viscount and the viscount’s mother would ever forget you existed. that they both remembered just a simple maid.
you were cleaning in the drawing room. the entire family had gone out to promenade, and you had been assigned to dust and disinfect that room. you had only been in the drawing room a few times to clean it. it was always rotating as one of the rooms in use and any of maids hardly ever cleaned it.
you had just finished dusting when you heard footsteps. you looked up, wondering if it was a fellow maid, but instead you struck the piercing gaze of the viscount.
“my lord!” you sounded breathless, but you were surprised to see him after a long avoidance.
“y/n…” he hardly ever spoke your name. there was a lot of welcomed silence between you two that having to address the other wasn’t important. but he sounded almost relieved to see you.
“i-“ he looked down at the floor and tried to shake off this strange feeling that made his palms sweaty and his speech stutter. “i apologize.” puzzled, you waited for him to finish, “i realize how what i said could’ve implied other things. but i promise that i’ve explained it all to my mother. that-“ he swallowed thickly, “that you help me.” he nodded, and you blinked.
shock washed over you, and you looked at the viscount. looking at him, the brilliance of his mind shone whenever he graced a room. he was strong, an ideal husband for any woman worthy. but everytime you looked at him, the love for him grew, and it was getting to a dangerous level.
you shook your head, “i don’t know what to say, my lord.” you scoffed, and turned to gather your cleaning supplies, brushing past him as you exited.
anthony grabbed your arm and you slammed the bucket down, water sloshing just slightly over the edge as you stared wildly at anthony.
his dark eyes bore into yours, and you felt a rush to your head, and the uncontrollable urge to kiss him flooded your mind. anthony’s finger dragged just over the outline of your jaw, he huffed, “i need you.” he leaned down, “i need you now, more than ever.” his lips brushed over yours, “i want you.” they locked on yours, and for the first time ever, you could finally taste anthony bridgerton on your lips.
you could feel his warm hands around you, sprawling to touch you as if he couldn’t get enough. you moaned slightly, just as he picked you up onto his hips, his back leaning against the wall.
you kissed him hard, passionately enough that even you were surprised. “fuck,” he cursed, biting down on your lip gently, he pulled away, hearing the rustle and laughter of his family just outside the drawing room.
you panicked, yelping just as you pulled away, stumbling back to a corner.
anthony pushed the supplies next to you and positioned himself at the farthest seat from you, grabbing a random book and pretending to be reading it.
“anthony!” violet bridgerton strutted into the room, her children like baby ducks just trailing behind her. her surprise to see her eldest son was evident, even more so when she turned, her eyes flickering over to you.
you and anthony had been alone prior to her entrance. and you both looked disheveled, anthony’s lips and face were all different shades of red.
benedict and colin walked in just after their mother and headed straight towards anthony. their smiles as they noticed his face were wide. benedict patted anthony’s shoulder but anthony brushed him off, ignoring their snickers.
the three fell into a private talk, and you realized just how awkward this was. the rest of the bridgerton children didn’t even glance at you, as if you were invisible to their eye.
you could hear one of the girls yell at anthony for grabbing her book, saying he didn’t even know what he had grabbed. you exited, only the viscount catching the sight of your back as you did.
synopsis: giving birth to a targaryen child was never easy
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you were writhing. your hands clutched at the bed sheets before you as another scream rippled from your throat. you didn’t feel anything that wasn’t the feeling of your body being torn apart.
“the child-“ your midwife panted as you felt her hand, “finally!” she shrieked, and the need to push arrived again, and you screamed, heavily as you cried.
daemon was watching you from the doorframe, he was frozen with shock as he watched you, his heart pounded in his chest as he watched you cry.
the baby made no noise as you finally birthed it. a slap on the back of the baby’s chest was heard but no cry. your face was wet with tears, your brow drenched with sweat. your blood was falling onto the floor in puddles, red, sorrowful puddles.
daemon couldn’t take his mind off what he had done to you, what this child brought onto you. now the child couldn’t even give his own mother the decency of crying, a reward for the price you had paid.
you beckoned daemon to look at the child, your eye lids were slowly wavering, you started to feel the heaviness of your body, and you felt yourself slip off the edge of the bed.
daemon ran towards you, his arms catching you before you hit the stone cold floor. you were light as a feather, blood still pooled from between your legs and your skin was colorless, even your white hair was graying. he was watching you die, he was holding you as you were dying.
you awoke slowly. your eyes were crusted shut, your body felt tight and you felt this emptiness within you. you could barely see the light in the dark room, a small candle lit beside you. a lady walked up to you, and you recognized her suddenly, “my lady.” she greeted you, a smile of joy mixed with relief evident on her face as she saw you. you managed a smile, and you drowned out her voice as she called for the others, and you tried to recollect your memory.
“my lady.” a voice called to you from the door and you turned, watching a small bundle move in the hands of the nurse. your heart jumped with joy as you saw your child, “a boy.” she told you, and you couldn’t help the tears in your eyes as you picked the child into your arms.
“where is she?!” you heard shouts coming from down the corridor and you immediately recognized them.
“daemon?” you called you, and the nurses jumped back slightly as he burst into the room, his face was covered with dirt, and he smelled of dragon.
“daemon.” you cried, happy to see your husband, and immediately he embraced you, gently as you whimpered slightly.
“i was so afraid..” he paused, and swallowed thickly, “you tore my world apart when we first met, and you tore it completely to shreds last night.” he kissed your forehead and noticed the little baby in your arms, “i didn’t know what to do..” his voice trailed off as he looked at you, and the relief in his face was truly heartening.
“i love you so much, my love.” he kissed your forehead, again, repeatedly to show his love, “more than you’ll ever believe.”
the baby cried before you could respond, and you cooed, happy to hear the noise you so desperately fought for.
