Colin Bridgerton promised to marry {y/n} when he was thirteen. Unfortunately for her suitors, he has recently decided a gentleman ought to keep his promises.
Anthony Bridgerton’s most sacred duty is to find {y/n} a husband. However, finding one better suited to the position than himself is proving rather inconvenient. He has a list. {Y/n}’s husband must be: Kind? Yes. Intelligent? Certainly. Financially responsible? Naturally. Protective without being overbearing. Devoted to his family. Capable of managing a viscountcy. Strong enough to challenge her without attempting to control her. Must understand her humor. Must appreciate her independence. Must enjoy her terrible attempts at embroidery. Must be quick witted enough to entertain her. Must cherish her. Must respect her. Must—
Anthony Bridgerton has spent his entire life avoiding love, marriage, and everything that might leave him vulnerable. So when he becomes the highest bidder for the first night of a beautiful, penniless French girl sold to a London brothel, he expects nothing more than another transaction. Instead, Anthony takes {y/n} as his mistress—and discovers that keeping a woman is considerably easier than keeping his heart.
🌲 ☾ 🌲 🌲 ૮ • ﻌ • ა 🌲 ⋆。°✩ 🐺 ✩°。⋆ Paul Lahote thinks {y/n} Clearwater is the human equivalent of stepping barefoot on a Lego. Painful. Infuriating. And somehow always fucking there. Their arguments are legendary. Neither fights fair. Years of mutual dislike have given them an encyclopedic understanding of exactly where the other person’s nerves are located and an irresponsible willingness to press them. Paul doesn't secretly like her. He isn't pulling her pigtails. There is no unresolved sexual tension. He genuinely cannot fucking stand her. Which is why the universe, apparently possessing both a sense of humor and a personal vendetta against Paul Lahote, does the single funniest thing imaginable. Paul imprints on her. The good news? Imprinting doesn't magically make him love her. The bad news? Now Paul can’t fucking stand her from much, much closer. 🌲 ⋆。°✩ 🐺 ✩°。⋆ 🌲
Benedict Bridgerton knows great art when he sees it. He can feel it, smell it, practically taste it. He misses no detail too small when analyzing a painting. He is, however, considerably less talented at knowing when a woman would like to strangle him.
Anthony Bridgerton agrees to do his oldest friend one simple favor: keep an eye on his little sister. Falling desperately in love with {y/n} was not part of the bloody arrangement.
Anthony Bridgerton cannot stand {y/n} Devlin. Unfortunately for his sanity, she has returned to London for the season with every intention of vexing him into an early grave.
There are some lines even Beckett Hayes knows better than to cross. She’s always been one of them. Until Senior Year. The bet was simple: get the coach’s virgin daughter into bed before Homecoming. Beckett Hayes played to win. He didn’t know he was playing for love too.
Bucky Barnes spent seventy years mourning his wife. He survived HYDRA. He survived Thanos. But there’s one thing he knows for certain: he won’t survive losing {y/n} again.
Anthony Bridgerton has never met a woman he couldn’t charm. Betting that he can marry {y/n} in ten days is simple mathematics. He is wealthy, titled, handsome, and one of London’s most eligible bachelors. What woman wouldn’t want him?
Everyone knows the Beast of Aubrey Hall does not take visitors. He does not attend balls. He does not court. And he certainly does not love. But Anthony Bridgerton needs an heir, {y/n}’s family needs saving, and an arranged marriage solves both problems rather neatly. She is supposed to give the cruel, scarred viscount a child—not wander his home, uncover his secrets, or make him hunger for something far more dangerous than an heir.
Peter Parker has exactly three rules where Tony Stark’s daughter is concerned: keep her safe, keep his distance, and keep his hands to himself. Unfortunately for Peter, his hands haven’t gotten the memo. ⚠️ BRAND NEW DAY SPOILERS ⚠️
Anthony Bridgerton can endure an infuriating woman or an anonymous courtship, but he cannot endure both. Discovering that the vexing {y/n} and his penpal are one and the same may finally break him.
Peter Parker cannot believe he has somehow gotten within three inches of kissing the same woman in two separate timelines and still hasn’t managed to close the fucking distance. ⚠️ BRAND NEW DAY SPOILERS ⚠️
Paul Lahote always wondered what he’d hear when he finally met his imprint. “That’s it, baby, you’re taking me so fuckin’ well” wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.
Anthony Bridgerton has never been a man looking for love. But when the enigmatic opera singer he’s spent the last three months with shows up to Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season as the Lady Montclair, daughter of the Duke, he is confused, angry, and altogether sure that he will have to marry her. It will be his only duty. But Gemma? She’s not the kind of debutante a viscount is expected to marry.
Wesley Foster is exactly {y/n}’s type: smart, sarcastic, and buried under an oversized hoodie. Finding out the nerd can fight is just a very fucking attractive bonus.
A fake ID. A one-night stand. A devastatingly hot stranger she never expects to see again. Then morning comes, the moving truck pulls in next door, and {y/n} discovers three things about Adrian Mercer he neglected to mention: a wife, two kids, and a new address thirty feet from hers.
╭─────── ୨୧ ───────╮ KNOT LIKE THE OTHERS 〰︎∞〰︎∞〰︎ ╰─────── ୨୧ ───────╯ Paul Lahote always knew imprinting would make him crazy about someone. Nobody warned him his wolf might get a little overenthusiastic about keeping her close. Unfortunately for Paul, imprinting on {y/n} Clearwater in the middle of her fertile week unlocks a shapeshifter adaptation nobody knew existed: ୨୧ KNOTTING. ୨୧ Now Sam wants answers, the pack wants details, {y/n} smells so good Paul can barely fucking think, and every unmated wolf in La Push is wondering whether they’re next.
Santiago Reyes has decided—thanks to a little weed, a lot of yearning, and one catastrophically inspiring viewing of A Goofy Movie—that {y/n} is gonna be his girl before senior year ends. And if Max Goof could hijack a school assembly for Roxanne, Santi sure as fuck can hijack one for {y/n}.