Enamored Masterlist

Enamored Masterlist

Summary: Everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst.

Yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. They had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight.

Regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss.

That assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though.

You were nowhere near ready.

Warnings: Slow burn, mutual pining, Regency era society and social rules, angst. (Separate warnings included in chapters)

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Anthony Bridgerton x reader (enemies to lovers)

A/n: This is not my first writing on this blog but it is significantly longer and perhaps written better. I want this to be a series so let’s see how popular this will get.

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton married you out of convenience and duty, hoping to suppress your outward personality over time. His efforts are in vain and getting worse as he begins feeling something more for you. Perhaps you are beginning to feel it as well.

Word count: 1668

You had tried. Truly, you had. It seemed as though avoiding the dance floor was close to impossible. Though you had expected nothing less, you were married to a bridgerton. The Viscount to be precise and the way he looked at you as you both glided across the dance floor was so forced that it made you visibly upset. “You could at least smile.” Anthony spat, noticing the slight scowl on your face. He was not the only one to notice, following his eyes you spotted a few guests whispering and gossiping, no doubt about you and your husband, their eyes nowhere but on you both. You shot the man dancing with you an annoying look and there was something in his eyes that made you give in, sporting a lovesick gaze and a blissful smile. “Better?”

“Quite so. Though, I hope you have not forgotten your duty as my wife.” If not for being in public, you would have groaned at the comment. Despite being married for only a few months, you were not as happy as you had thought. The moment is still fresh in your mind. It had been a quiet afternoon when it happened. Being in your first season, you were surprised when none other than the Viscount Bridgerton called upon you. Just the night before his mother had announced rather loudly that it was also during this season that he intended to marry. You’d watched him from the crowds and caught sneaky glances as you danced with other lords and earls much older than you. Finally, you’d found a moment to yourself, making way to the refreshment table. The single glass of champagne did little to steady you. Your father had insisted that you attend that night's ball and mingle. You argued with him to simply stay home and write in your notebook filled to the brim with your spontaneous drabble. He vehemently refused, telling you that it was your first season and that you needed to make an appearance.

“Do try not to drink it all in one go.” You heard a voice say, looking next to you to find that it belonged to one Lord Bridgerton. Of course, you knew who he was, the entire ton did. “Apologies, my lord. I did not hear you approach.” He seemed to assess you, his eye wandering your body. It made you slightly uncomfortable, though you would not allow him to see it. “It is quite alright. I must say, miss, you look a bit uneasy.” At that moment you wished you’d had a fan on your person. “I assure you it is not due to your presence. It’s just..” You trailed off, your eyes looking to the masses in the ballroom as your finger mindlessly tapped your glass. “It is just what?” He prompted, not sounding at all impatient with you. You looked into his eyes and sighed. “I despise these gatherings.” You admitted. The Viscount looked amused. His lips quirked up into a smile. “Is it not your first season?” He jested. At the question, you raised an eyebrow at him. “How did you-“

“Forgive me if I seem to be coming off a bit odd. I witnessed you as you arrived and made the decision to ask around about you.”

“A bit odd indeed, My Lord.” You retorted.

“Do not take offense. I only took such action because you are.. a mystery to me. Unlike most of the girls of the ton.”

“You do not know a young lady so you set out to gather any and all information on her? Am I too far off as to assume this is how you begin to court women?” His jaw fell slack and his mouth parted slightly. He hadn’t the slightest idea what to say. Little did you know, you had already checked many of his boxes. After a moment, he let out a defeated laugh. “Again I mean no offense.” He repeated, now wearing a confident smirk. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him. “And I do not mean offense when I say this, my lord,” The Viscount raised an amused eyebrow. “You would do good to find a more effective way to impress a woman. Your tactic thus far is far too distasteful.” With that, you bunched the fabric of your silk dress in your hand after finishing your champagne. “I wish you luck on any future endeavors. I shall bid you goodnight.” Thankfully your father had witnessed the ordeal and was more than happy to allow the two of you to leave early as he had already begun to see the Viscount as a son in law. From that moment on, He had tried at every turn to court you. It began with him calling on you the next morning and soon developed into inviting you and your father to bridgerton house for tea. During which, you had become quite close with his siblings. You became quick friends with Eloise, bonding over your ‘radical’ ideas, You and Benedict had clicked due to his love for art and your affinity for poetry, you and Daphne had charming conversations over tea when she would visit and little Gregory and Hyacinth were quite literally obsessed with you. You’d much rather spend time with them than the man trying his best to court you, much to your father's frustration but Eloise and Benedict seemed to enjoy their eldest brother get rejected by you time and time again. One morning, shortly after breakfast, Lord Bridgerton called upon you whilst you were scribbling away in your notebook. You closed the leather-lined object as he entered and he made his way to you, purpose and determination in his eyes. “Miss Y/L/N,” He began, his voice even as he dropped to one knee. The action caused you to jump slightly. “Would you do me the honor of becoming my Viscountess?”

The way he spoke the words enticed you to say no, as you had done since the two of you had met. Unfortunately for you, your father stood on the frame of the door, watching you intently. Internally, you recall that you’d raged. Though in reality, you feigned a smile and said the word that sealed your fate. “Yes.”

It was quite the ordeal you’d gotten wrapped into. The Viscount noticed your bluntness and rebellious nature upon meeting you but considering you met most of, if not all, of his criteria, he figured he could tame you with time. He had since had no such luck with the endeavor. The Ball was long over and you two shared a mutual silence in the carriage home. “I feel I must remind you—“

“You do not.” You said quickly, cutting him off before he could speak. “Do not lecture me on how to be a dutiful wife, I assure you I am well aware thanks to your reminders.”

“Then of course you must be aware that as a wife, your display tonight was improper.”

“Do not tell me what is and is not proper!” You’d been so swept up in your argument you’d almost forgotten that your in-laws were also in the carriage with you. Violet, as she insisted you call her, looked taken aback. “Apologies.” You mumbled, turning your eyes to look out the window. When you finally arrived back at Bridgerton house, the nightly routine began. You went your separate ways, The Viscount to his office and you to the bedroom you shared. It certainly never felt that way. He would only join you long after you were asleep and left before you could wake. By now, you were used to it.

A knock came on your door as you were brushing your hair. You only hummed in response and you spotted Benedict enter the room. A look of shock washed over your features. “Benedict!”

“Good evening, Y/N. I’m hope I am not-“

“You are not. Please, sit.” You set your brush on the desk of your vanity as Benedict sat in a chair only a few feet from the bed. You remained seated, beginning to braid your hair. Benedict seemed to be at a loss of words. “Are you alright?” He asked, concern dripping from his words. You smiled softly and shook your head. “I am fine.” You lied. You hadn’t been fine since your wedding. “We all see it you know. Try as he might, my brother is not as skilled as he thinks of concealing his emotions.” Over time Benedict truly had become a brother figure to you. You would often sit together when your husband was busy (which was often) and Eloise was otherwise unavailable. He would occasionally give you advice as best he could on how to appease his brother but to no avail. Still, you enjoyed his company. “Your brother still believes he can tame me as if I am some wild animal.” You fussed with the ribbon meant to be tied around the end of your braid. Benedict stood and kneeled in front of you, and you in turn let him work his magic. “I would have been better off if I had said no.” You were not entirely sure if that was true. You could not deny that at least your husband was young and easy on the eyes, despite his continued attitude. “Do you also mean to say that you would have been better off not growing close to us?” He mused, tying the ribbon tightly around your hair. “Of course not, Ben.” You began, “I love you all deeply, but he is… he’s—“

“Stubborn?”

“Not the word I had in mind, but yes.”

Benedict returned to his seat, dragging a hand down his face. “Nothing I say will sway him, try as I might. Perhaps in time, the two of you will lower your weapons and become friends.”

You scoffed at the thought. It was amusing, you and The Viscount exchanging banter in a friendly manner. “If you say so. Friends.”

“Love At First Sight” (tewksburys version)

VISCOUNT TEWKSBURY X F!READER

- more tewks imagines coming soon cus y’all seem to love them lemme know if you guys want me to write for louis’s other characters or just him in general:) just msg me requests !

cw/tw: mention of deceased father (unedited)

it was his eighth ball that day and he was already annoyed by how he was bombarded by desperate mamas and their daughters. he did want true love. but he didn’t want to be forced into finding it which is exactly what was happening, the House of Lords are practically forcing him to at least get engaged.

but no girl made his heart skip a beat besides… enola holmes but she made it clear that she wasn’t going to settle down at all and that was ok for him. her friendship was enough for him, more than enough.

he drank from the fancy golden cup. he was never a big drinker but he needed to be at least tipsy to get through this never ending nightmare. what he really wanted was to go back to basilwether hall.

tewksbury watched as more ladies and lords entered the huge ball room. his eyes widened when he saw a tall h/c girl walk into the room with who he thinks is her mother. the way she moved was enchanting.

he noticed that the other lords dropped conversation with each other and went to ask for the girls dance card. tewksbury thought she was perfect her looks were enchanting and he only hoped that she was kind and well educated. his mom walked up to him with a smile asking him about how he’s feeling.

“how are you enjoying the ball have you meet anyone” caroline smiled tewksbury nodded.

“yes well- no but i have found my viscountess” he grinned.

“lady fiona? she’s pretty but very uh- slowed minded or are you talking about lady emma? i doubt she’d be responsible enough to-“ she was cut off mid sentence by her son.

“the girl in light purple mother the one talking to sir john” he watched as you held conversation with the older gentleman. “she’s perfect do you know her?”.

“that’d be lady y/n daughter of thomas l/n the late baron, he’s recently deceased but he knew your father” she drank wine from her cup. “go introduce yourself she seems to be the most popular pick”

•

he did exactly that he walked across the room to talk to you. he noticed you were talking to another young lady in yellow, he bowed and introduced himself to the ladies “tewksbury the viscount of basilwether” the women in yellow excused herself and left leaving you and tewksbury.

“lady y/n l/n your grace” you bowed to him smiling very softly not wanting to look to interested, after a while you guys made good conversation about books and his love of flowers you thought that was adorable.

the other ladies and their mamas gave you dirty looks because you captured the viscounts attention and possibly his heart. all you wanted was a husband who valued you and not just your face and body, but marriage was also your duty you needed a man with a title it’s what your father would’ve wanted.

“may i say you are most beautiful lady y/n but your mind is what attracts me to you the most” you smiled that sentence made you want to jump for joy. he kissed your gloved hand which made you blush. “What was your opinion on the reform bill?” you tensed up because most suiters asked this but for the wrong reasons. “in all honesty my lord i would be for it i believe all men and women deserve equal rights” you stood straighter fixing your relaxed posture.

“i was for it to lady y/n, would do me the honor of accompanying me to my mothers tea party tomorrow she has the most lovely garden” he smiled in his head he knew he was going to be marrying you it was like a storybook he experienced love at first sight he only hoped you at least liked him. “i would be most honored viscount just give my mama all the details”.

* 2 days later

your wore your prettiest dress, another purple dress but this time it was slightly darker and more form fitting in the bust area.

your ladies maid brushed your hair and put in a white ribbon to tie it all together in your mothers words you were “simply perfect , good enough to be a viscountess”.

the butler got the carriage ready to leave for basilwether hall, you were excited to see tewksbury again for some odd reason.

“y/n darling, tewksbury is a very wealthy and important man you’d bring honor to our family name if he decides to marry you” she said smiling moving stray hairs away from your face.

“im aware mother, trust me if i could make him fall for me i would” you sighed and took the servants hand to get into the carriage.

your mother got into the carriage after you. all you wanted was to make her proud so if that meant marrying tewksbury then so be it, HE MUST BE YOURS. i mean he was good looking and rich you’d learn to be happy with him.

*

BASHILWETHER HALL:

tewksbury was sweating bricks he was so nervous to see you again he spent all morning helping his servants prepare for the tea party, he made sure all the flowers on the outside table matched the color of cloth. he had asked your mama about your favorite foods and about your favorite colors and things.

the servants prepared red velvet cake, apricot tarts, strawberries and plenty of fresh fruits all of your favorites . his mama thought tewksburys plans of winning over y/n were adorable. “my little boy all grown up and looking for a wife”

tewksbury wore his favorite suit and fixed his hair he wanted to look his best for you. everything was going so well until he suddenly felt a wave of nervousness he felt this way the day he told enola how he felt about her … the day she told him that she’d never feel the same way and that she’d never marry anyone, what if you reject him? that’d break him.

No you couldn’t reject him! he was the best suitor for you …. right??. the servants set up the lemonades and teas in a aesthetically pleasing way, one last time

he planned on marrying you and starting a family with you right away and having three kids-no five, he wanted a big family so he’d never be lonely and so his kids wouldn’t be either. he straightened up and prepared for a day filled with your laughter.

once he heard his door staff announce you he smiled eagerly waiting for his eyes to meet yours.

garden 🌺

you entered the garden area it was decorated with flowers and the table had all of your favorite foods, your mother gave you a nudge and you bowed to tewksbury and his mother, he looked at you like you were the only women left on earth- in the universe.

he welcomed you with a smile and insisted on pulling your chair and he did so you thanked him and flashed your beautiful smile. after a while and a couple dishes later your mamas were talking about the newest gossip but you weren’t paying the slightest attention.

tewksbury was telling you of his adventures and travels with enola you couldn’t help but feel jealous that enola could travel alone with a man unchaperoned.

tewksbury then asked you if you’d like to sneak off in the gardens since your mamas seemed distracted on the other side of the table playing a type of card game. “Alone? but what if?-“ he just winked at you and took your hand you decided to just follow him.

*

“these are orchids they reminds me of you, you look quite beautiful in purple” he kissed your hand softly your cheeks felt hot and your heart was beating fast like a drum. “Thank you my lord” you smiled clearly flustered at his compliment.

“tell me miss l/n what do you want in a husband?” he asked grinning, the two of you continue to walk along a path leading to a bench and a tea table.

“he’d have to be kind and have charming looks and a soft spot for children, he’d also have to love me for something other than my f- he’d just have to love me i suppose” you smiled softly looking at the ground you didn’t want to say that much but it just cams out.

“lady y/n i would like to offer my heart to you” he genuinely smiles and takes your hand close to his heart. “my heart beats for you and you alone ”.

“my lord- you are most kind and i wish to accept your heart because i can see by the look of your garden and by how highly my mama speaks of you that you’d treat me fairly” you bowed

“we should get back before they notice ”

•

after a week of spending time with the viscount you fell hard for him, you dreamed about him when you slept. your mama knew that any day now tewksbury would propose- you counted on it.

you and your mama were meeting with him and his mama for dinner at their home, you put on a light blue dress because he said he wanted you to wear more blue, your hair was straightened and curled and tied with a white bow.

your ladies maid told you that tonight he’d propose she was sure of it she said. that made you nervous your stomach filled with butterflies, you heard your mama call you so your ladies maids finished up and you headed down stairs to the living room.

“You look splendid dearest, surely the boy will propose- but if he doesn’t the duke of hastings would like to marry you.” she smiled as she layed eyes on you… her beautiful daughter

“The duke is handsome but i want viscount tewksbury” you sighed. “yes i know honey.”

your staff escorted you to the carriage and helped you and your mama get in, the carriage ride to bashilwether hall wasn’t long but you burned with anticipation- was he going to propose? or was he just wasting your time?. at least your mama had a back up plan, the duke of hastings , he wasn’t to old.

he was only three and thirty and still very handsome but most importantly he had rank and wealth which at the end of the day was all your mother cared about. she wanted you to find a husband who’d take care of you and to spoil u , like your father did her.

~

he placed his mothers ring in a small black box and held in his grin- he was going to propose today and he was ever so excited. his butler had entered his study “sir ms holmes is here to see you” his face went white. “send her in quickly make sure no one sees” . his heart paced so fast, he wanted her gone

Enola entered the study with a big smile on her face “hello tewksbury of bothersome shire” she teased. he stood up and bowed to her “uh what’s wrong, no embrace or a i missed you enola” she looked confused.

“sorry im just nervous, tonight’s my engagement dinner, to lady-“ she cut him off “wait what” her face dropped. “im to be married if everything goes well uh we shall be married in a fortnight” (fourteen days)

“Oh well um congratulations in advance who’s the lucky lady , do i know her” she smiled but tewksbury could tell it wasn’t genuine. “i shan’t think so, lady y/n l/n” he smiled while shoving some papers in a cabinet trying to distract himself. “Oh well then i will make my leave” she holds back tears “good day”

he grinned politely “good day enola holmes” and just like that she left him as she always did. A big sigh of relief left his lips. enola couldn’t offer him what he wanted but y/n could , she wanted a family and she was the poster child of class and Grace.

•

the dinner was going well when suddenly tewksbury stood up and held his glass high up “I shall make a toast to lady y/n, she is everything good in this miserable world. I only hope she feels for me as I do her.” your mama nudged you and you felt your cheeks heat up. he then sat his cup down and walked up to your chair and got down on his knees “lady y/n will u do me the honor of becoming my wife?” your moms eyes glowed with pride. you felt like crying and or jumping up and down “Yes of course I will.!” he put the ring on you and kissed you.

the dowager clapped and grabbed your mamas hands , they both giggled and laughed like little girls. you loved tewksbury, he was kind and handsome. you will live a comfortable life with him.

TO BE CONTINUED……,

maybe

“the summer i betrayed my sister”

pov: you’re bellys hotter sister and she found out you hooked up with conrad.

“you hooked up with Conrad didn’t you y/n” my sister yelled bursting into my room, I could tell she’d been crying because her eyes were red and she looked puffy.

“belly what are talking about.?” i felt my stomach sink, she knew? but how. all i could do was pretend so i let out a dry laugh.

“i know you slept with Conrad” belly looked at me like i had just shot her in the heart.

“belly- i didn’t“ I was at a loss for words. nothing i could do would fix my mistake. it was irreversible.

“i always knew you were a liar but i never thought my sister was a whore” she yelled loud enough for the whole world to hear.

my tears began to fall. “we both were drunk and sad it meant nothing” she slapped me hard it stung. she ran into the kitchen where my mom was and i followed. before i could stop her belly declared my business out for everyone to hear.

“your perfect y/n isn’t as pure as you thought because she slept with Conrad….” my mom stopped mixing the batter and her face turned a pale white. steven glared at conrad and conrad looked as shocked as i was.

before my mom or susannah could say a word belly took out her phone and showed a photo of me leaving conrads room last night without my top on. Jeremiah…. It had to have been him. he told belly.

“she’s a slut. she couldn’t even keep her hands off conrad- even though she already had Jeremiah wrapped around her fingers”

conrad got up off the couch, my tears fell and all i felt i could do was run. so run i did.

“y/n/n wait” he grabbed his car keys and ran after me.

he grabbed my hand and kissed me and i kissed back, i had nothing left to lose. “let’s go somewhere before steven and jeremiah find us”

since summer is starting tomorrow i will get some posts out ! i got a ben smut coming out, a louis partridge fic and a Bruce Wayne fic coming out. I also will update “Mother Knows Best”

“IM NOT A KID”

Dick x Reader | Y/n aka Robin just saved dicks ass |

tw: u got daddy issues don’t you squidward (iykyk) …. that’s why u reading this 🤣,

• smut, age gap, reader is nineteen and consenting

UNEDITED CUS ITS 4am 😘

⚠️STOP DON’T READ IF SENSITIVE⚠️

“You must be Dick, I’m Y/n the new new robin” you helped him up and smiled as he gave you a confused look . you stuck your hand out so he could shake it

“How did you know I was here?” he wiped off the dust off his suit and fixed his mask. “Batsy sent me and you’re welcome by the way” you rolled your eyes and pulled down the skirt to your robin outfit

“Buy me a drink will ya? meet back here in five i gotta change” you smiled and went to go change.

*

“So you’re the new Robin… but you’re a-“ you cut him off because you already knew what he was going to say. “A girl? yeah so? I just saved your ass” the man chuckled “Yea that’s fair”.

the bar tender approaches the two of you from behind the counter “what can i get for you”. “I’ll take a beer and uh strawberry lemonade for her” he looked at you scanning your features like he was trying to see if you were underage. the bartender nods and walks away to make them. “What are you like sixteen?” he says laughing. “Funny but I’m almost nineteen so technically old enough to drink… grandpa ” you whispered in his ear and rolled ur eyes.

he felt flustered by your sudden move of going close to his ear. “How’d you end up with Bruce?”. the bartender hands you two your drinks and leaves the little area you two are occupying. “it was a year after Bruce lost Jason , i was almost taken advantage of but I fought them hard and he was impressed and took me in” she took a sip of her drink and awkwardly smiled.

“And your family?” he asked taking a generous sip of his beer. “My mom was murdered when I was 15 so I’ve been alone for a while, and I never knew my dad.” he gave you a sympathetic look it almost made you want to cry and embrace him. “I’m sorry y/n” he rubbed your hand with his thumb.

“Is Jason still around or should I say the red hood?” he grinned at you. “Yes he came back to live with Bruce at the manor, sometimes they don’t agree but Bruce really loves him and JJ is sweet to me” you stirred your lemonade and chuckled

the tension between you to was thick you could literally cut it with a knife. dick starred at you like you were the only girl in the world, you wanted to believe in love at first sight but you were way to realistic for that kinda mindset. maybe you were attracted to him because you never had a father figure in your life besides Bruce but hey i don’t judge .

“Why robin you couldn’t be a batgirl? i could see you in babs old suit” he smirk at you. “He told me I could be batgirl once he found another respectable robin” you laughed . “Well looks like you’re gonna be stuck as robin forever, I mean how can u even fight in that skirt ? what if it’s cold or raining?” he asked looking deep into your e/c eyes with his hazel ones.

“I manage! That’s what makes me the best Robin this far cus I can fight in a tight ass skirt and in those ugly ass pants from my winter suit”

*

you two have been talking and laughing for hours after a while you asked him if he’d like to come over to your apartment ( bruce gifted it to u for ur eighteenth birthday) he said yes without hesitation. Dick bought beer and you called a taxi to take you two to your apartment complex it was NICE like as nice as gotham penthouse apartments get .

*

It’s been an hour and you two sat down in your living room downing more beers. “how old are you?” you drunkly said while drinking more of your beer. “I’m turning 28 next month” you grinned and took off your big sweater . “I like how it feels to be around you , we basically spent all day together just talking about my problems and the way u validate me-“

he took you by surprise when he kissed your forehead and rustled your hair like you were a little girl. “I get what you mean kid.” you rolled your eyes and smacked his arm annoyed. “I’m not a kid ok” it took him by surprise when you jumped on his lap and started to kiss him like his kiss was the cure to your issues… maybe it was or maybe you just wanted to kiss him. he kissed back passionately but then pulled away. “We can’t, I should go”

“I know you want me i can feel it poking , nobody has to know ok! It’s not like I’m in love with you” you started kissing his neck and he groaned when you began grinding on his clothed manhood. “Yes keep doing that” his voice started to crack he moaned and groaned as you grinded harder it felt so good.

He pulled off your shirt and unclamped your bra and you took off his button up and started kissing up and down his chest he threw his head back. “Let’s go into my room” you got up from his lap and lead him upstairs to where your room was.

when you got to your room he grinned and threw you on the bed and began sucking your breast and using his other hand to play with the other one. “D-Dick please” your sounds were like music to his ears

*

you sank into his manhood bouncing up and down your noises made him even harder and his praises made you leak with pleasure “Good girl keep going” he grabbed your neck and you moaned as he kept squeezing harder with each thrust.

in the morning you smiled when you saw dick bring you breakfast in bed. maybe this was going to be a whole thing, good forbid if Jason found out 😏

EEK that was my attempt at smut forgive me if it’s bad or to weird 😭 i wanna be an romance author so this was practice :) I’ll get better with time 👌