“Benophie Pie Is Delicious”

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Fated to Break

obviously, this isn’t a demand to rewrite them but i find it hard to reread sometimes when the physical descriptions plus a few personality traits of book!sophie don’t match up with show!sophie. this is understandable especially because i know they were written well before s4 and that you also have more works in line to publish.

but with you as a foundational writer for the fandom, i (and im assuming a few more people) would love to see those beautiful pieces of fanfiction redone :’) okay, that’s it, please dont take this the wrong way!

No absolutely I think I was about half way done writing hope for the hopeless… or was it unexpected details…

Either or anyway

When Yerin was announced and I promised going forward id use the show details but did say it was unlikely I’d ever rewrite all my work… and with nearly 300 written, a toddler and a job it would be an impossible feat…

But if absolutely look at writing something along the same lines as hope for the hopeless but make it more show esque

It’s a possibility.

(and of course, love the Charlie in "A Game of Two Halves" too 🫶)

Awww thank you so much.

Charlie was the product of many discussion with my friend @sophiebernadotte who helped inspire games of two halves and it was writing him there that brought about hope for the hopeless

I am so glad you liked it though it just felt nice to have that sort of link for Sophie and some family but still make it really with Araminta and I’m glad it’s proven popular.

Okay so i've tweaked this a bit so it's the viral walk to favourite aunt/uncle thing... i hope you don't mind...

Sunday lunch at Bridgerton House was loud in the way it always was when all eight siblings were home.

Which was to say: chaotic.

Anthony was trying and failing to maintain order at the head of the table while Kate laughed into her wineglass beside him. Gregory and Hyacinth were arguing over roast potatoes. Colin was halfway through telling an unnecessarily dramatic story to Penelope, who looked torn between affection and second-hand embarrassment. Eloise and Phillip were deep in some bizarre conversation about mushrooms. Francesca and Michaela sat shoulder-to-shoulder in comfortable quiet, occasionally exchanging looks that said these people are insane.

And in the middle of it all sat Charlie Bridgerton in his highchair, cheeks sticky with gravy and curls wild from his nap.

Sophie was wiping his hands when Benedict looked up from his phone with sudden delight.

“Oh,” he said. “We should do that thing.”

Anthony narrowed his eyes immediately. “Whenever you say that sentence, it ends badly.”

“The walking thing!” Benedict insisted. “The viral one. Where you line everyone up and see who the baby walks to.”

Hyacinth gasped. “YES.”

“Oh, this is excellent,” Colin declared.

Penelope laughed. “You all realise he may simply sit down halfway there.”

“He absolutely got Benedict’s dramatic tendencies,” Kate said dryly.

Benedict ignored them all, already scooping Charlie from the highchair. “Come along, darling boy. Time for science.”

“That is not science,” Phillip muttered.

Within minutes the drawing room had been transformed into what Eloise called “a deeply biased athletic event.”

Everyone lined up across the far side of the room.

On the carpet in the middle of the room sat Charlie Bridgerton, curls tousled from his nap and his stuffed fox clutched tightly in his tiny fist.

The stuffed fox Phillip Crane had brought him.

A month ago when he first met little Charlie and gifted it to him, 

Which was apparently enough to alter the course of history.

Sophie sat behind Charlie on the floor, smoothing down his little jumper while Benedict hovered beside them like an anxious stage father.

“He’s never had this many people yelling at him before,” Sophie laughed.

“That’s not true,” Gregory said. “Family charades.”

“Fair.”

“All right,” Benedict announced. “No cheating. No bribery. No moving closer to him.”

Everyone looked immediately at Colin.

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You have biscuits in your pockets,” Penelope said.

“They are emergency biscuits.”

Violet pressed her lips together, visibly trying not to laugh already.

“Ready, darling?” Sophie asked Charlie softly.

Charlie blinked up at her.

Then he pushed himself onto unsteady feet.

The entire room collectively lost its mind.

“Oh my God, look at him standing,” Daphne whispered emotionally.

“He’s literally been standing for days, and you’ve got two kids yourself… you’ve seen this in action…” Eloise replied.

“Yes but every time feels important.”

Charlie looked at the long line of waiting relatives.

Anthony crouched slightly, arms out. “Come to the head of the family, Charlie.”

Kate snorted. “If you say that to a child again I may divorce you.”

“Come to Auntie Hyacinth!” Hyacinth called dramatically. “I’m the fun one!”

“You taught him how to throw mashed potato,” Benedict reminded her.

“He laughed.”

“Charlie,” Colin called smoothly, opening his arms. “Come to Uncle Colin and I shall teach you piracy, adventure, and how to become devastatingly charming.”

Penelope muttered, “Please do not teach him any of those things.”

Simon simply lifted an eyebrow at the entire spectacle.

Francesca and Michaela sat quietly side-by-side, smiling softly.

Phillip looked deeply uncomfortable about being included at all.

And then Charlie started walking.

Tiny wobbling steps.

One after another.

The room went silent except for occasional gasps every time he nearly toppled over.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Sophie whispered.

Benedict looked seconds from crying again like he did the first time he saw his son walking.

Charlie was tottering towards Anthony for a moment but then veered left suddenly, straight toward Phillip.

There was a beat of utter silence.

Phillip blinked. “...What?”

Charlie made it to the final step and collapsed happily against Phillip’s knees, proudly waving the stuffed fox and squeaked “Ox!!!”

The room exploded.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT,” Colin cried.

Anthony stared in outrage. “He’s met him twice.”

“TWICE,” Gregory repeated.

Eloise burst into hysterical laughter, nearly falling sideways. “OH THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.”

Phillip looked bewildered as he carefully picked Charlie up. “Well… hello.”

Charlie immediately shoved the fox into his chest.

Violet laughed openly now, her hand over her mouth. “Oh that is precious.”

“It’s the fox,” Benedict groaned. “The fox has betrayed you all.”

Phillip, meanwhile, looked so quietly touched that even Anthony stopped complaining for a moment.

“Again!” Hyacinth demanded instantly. “Reset him. We need rankings.”

“Rankings?” Daphne echoed.

“Yes. This is now a tournament.”

And somehow nobody objected, which Sophie had to admit wasn’t overly shocked at, the Bridgerton’s were nothing if not competitive, she was just more shocked they didn’t think to go get the rest of the kids from the playroom and do it with them all.

Charlie was gently returned to the middle of the carpet.

This time he looked far more confident, wobbling immediately toward Hyacinth.

“Yes!” she shouted, scooping him up triumphantly. “Vindication!”

“You are encouraging him toward chaos,” Anthony said.

Hyacinth grinned. “And?”

Kate was next.

Charlie practically toddled into her lap without hesitation.

Kate melted instantly, kissing his cheek while he giggled.

Anthony looked smug for approximately three seconds until Charlie turned directly away from him afterward.

“Oh no,” Benedict whispered.

Anthony straightened as Charlie slowly made his way toward him next, determination all over his tiny face.

“There we are,” Anthony said confidently, lifting him into his arms. “Excellent instincts.”

“Anthony,” Eloise deadpanned, “he also tried to eat a candle this morning.”

Anthony ignored her entirely. “Clearly he recognises leadership.”

Kate laughed so hard she had to lean against Violet’s chair.

Then came Eloise.

Charlie wandered over mostly because she was sitting cross-legged on the floor instead of crouching normally.

“Hello, my little menace,” she greeted fondly as he grabbed onto her sleeve. “You’ve caused irreparable damage already.”

“He really has,” Colin muttered darkly.

Daphne’s turn made Violet visibly emotional.

Charlie toddled toward her with complete trust, and Daphne gathered him close immediately, rocking him instinctively while Simon smiled beside her.

“Oh, darling boy,” Violet murmured softly.

Francesca was quiet and gentle as Charlie simply leaned against her knees until she lifted him into her lap.

Michaela got a huge grin and immediate grabby hands for her bracelets.

“Well hello there,” Michaela laughed. “You’ve got expensive taste already.”

Penelope’s turn nearly ended in tears because Charlie reached her and instantly buried his face in her chest.

“Aww,” Gregory groaned.

“She gives him sweets… and clearly has fun pillows…,” Eloise said knowingly.

“That is slander.”

“It is absolutely true,” Colin replied.

Simon’s turn was calm and solid, Charlie reached him, patted his arm thoughtfully, then settled happily against his chest like they had reached some silent agreement.

Gregory, when it was his turn, got laughter from his youngest nephew.

Actual shrieking baby laughter because he made a ridiculous face and pretended to fall over before Charlie even reached him.

“Yes!” Gregory cheered. “Finally someone appreciates physical comedy.”

And then, only Colin remained.

The room immediately became unbearable.

Colin dropped dramatically to his knees. “Charles Richard Bridgerton. Son of my beloved brother. We have a bond… How could you do this to me??”

Charlie stared at him blankly

Colin pressed a hand to his chest. “I am your fun uncle.”

“Debatable,” Anthony said.

“I taught him pirate noises!”

“You frightened him with pirate noises,” Sophie corrected.

Penelope was already laughing too hard to help.

“Come here, darling boy,” Colin pleaded. “Come to Uncle Colin.”

Charlie blinked and looked at him and then sat down.

The room erupted so violently Violet had tears streaming down her face.

“Oh this is cruel,” Kate gasped between laughs.

“DEVASTATING,” Hyacinth shouted.

Colin looked genuinely wounded. “Charlie.”

Charlie smiled at him.

Then slowly, very slowly, to the point it was painful to watch as he pushed himself back up.

“One step,” Gregory narrated dramatically.

Charlie toddled forward.

“Another step,” Benedict whispered.

Colin looked like he was witnessing a religious experience.

Finally Charlie stumbled directly into his arms.

“YES!” Colin cried triumphantly, lifting him high. “I KNEW IT. Favourite uncle Colin prevails!”

The family groaned.

And then Charlie immediately leaned around him toward Penelope with grabby hands.

Silence.

Penelope burst into laughter.

Anthony physically bent over.

Eloise actually slid off the sofa laughing.

Violet wiped tears from her eyes. “Oh my poor Colin.”

Colin stared at Charlie in betrayal. “You used me to reach Penelope?”

Charlie patted his cheek lovingly.

“ip,” he announced proudly.

Across the room Benedict absolutely beamed.

And Colin sighed deeply. “Right. Fine. I accept being second favourite.”

Sorry it took so long

Golden Welcome

The front door had barely opened before the noise hit them.

Not unpleasant noise.

Home noise.

Children shouting over each other. Dogs barking somewhere deeper in the house. Someone laughing loud enough that it was almost certainly Anthony. The unmistakable sound of something falling over followed immediately by, “It wasn’t me!”

Benedict sighed fondly. “We’ve been home for all of three seconds.”

“And already regretting it?” Sophie teased weakly as she adjusted Violet against her chest.

“Never.”

He kissed her temple before taking the nappy bag from her shoulder. Sophie still looked tired, understandably, but lighter now they were finally out of the hospital.

The boys had spent nearly two weeks at Aubrey Hall with Anthony and Kate and they’d brought them, plus the dogs back after Benedict called to say Sophie and Violet had been given the all clear to come home

Two weeks without their mum however meant they had returned absolutely feral.

“MUMMY!”

The twins came hurtling down the hallway at full speed.

“NO RUNNING,” three adult voices barked simultaneously.

Anthony from the kitchen.

Kate from somewhere upstairs.

And Sophie instinctively, despite holding a newborn.

Charlie and Alex skidded to a halt anyway, socks sliding on the wood floor.

Will toddled behind them considerably slower, holding Lottie’s hand with all the seriousness of a tiny businessman escorting royalty.

Lottie, equally curly-haired and stubborn, marched alongside him clutching half a breadstick.

The sight nearly made Sophie cry on the spot.

“Oh my boys,” she whispered.

Will’s face lit up.

“Mama!”

He abandoned Lottie immediately and barreled into Sophie’s legs before remembering at the last second she was holding the baby.

“Gentle,” Benedict reminded softly.

Will looked up at the bundle in Sophie’s arms.

“Baby Vivi?”

“Violet,” Alex corrected importantly.

“That’s what I SAID.”

Before another argument could begin, the dogs arrived.

Apollo appeared first.

Sophie’s golden retriever trotted calmly around the corner, immediately slowing when he spotted the baby in Sophie’s arms. His tail wagged steadily but he stayed back automatically, sitting politely beside her without being asked.

“Good boy,” Sophie said warmly, scratching behind his ears.

Apollo leaned against her leg with a soft huff, eyes fixed attentively on the tiny bundle.

Then came Calli.

Calli launched herself into the hallway like a furry missile.

“Oh God!”

“CALLI,” Benedict snapped.

The golden retriever ignored him completely.

Calli skidded across the floor, nearly crashed into the umbrella stand, recovered magnificently, and bounded straight toward Sophie.

“Calli, sit,” Sophie said calmly and there was immediate obedience.

Calli planted her backside on the floor so fast her paws slid forward.

Benedict looked offended. “You couldn’t do that for me?”

Calli did not spare him a glance.

Anthony appeared in the kitchen doorway holding a mug of tea. “Still not learnt from your greatest humiliation, brother, she didn’t listen seven years ago when she pulled you into the river did you think she’d listen now… Sophie’s the one who gives her treats, hence she listens to Sophie

“I live in hope she might remember she was mine first… ”

Behind Anthony trotted a short-legged corgi with enormous ears and the expression of a Victorian man deeply disappointed in society.

Newton.

Newton surveyed the chaos, sighed visibly, and wandered over to sniff Benedict’s shoe.

“Newton doesn’t care about your new baby,” Anthony announced.

Newton sneezed.

Kate descended the stairs carrying Milo on one hip while Neddy trailed behind her trying to balance two toy dinosaurs on his head.

“There she is,” Kate said softly, immediately smiling at the sight of Violet.

The entire hallway somehow grew even more crowded.

Apollo remained perfectly seated beside Sophie like an honour guard.

Calli, meanwhile, was vibrating with excitement despite technically following instructions.

Her tail smacked repeatedly against the wall.

“Can they see her?” Charlie asked.

“They can sniff her gently,” Sophie corrected.

Calli was first this time, because despite all the chaos, she adored Sophie beyond reason and therefore adored anything Sophie loved.

She approached cautiously, nose twitching delicately near Violet’s blanket.

The second Violet made a tiny sleepy squeak, Calli froze.

Completely froze.

“Oh no,” Kate whispered knowingly.

“She’s attached now,” Anthony agreed.

Calli looked up at Sophie with wide emotional eyes before immediately pressing herself against Sophie’s legs protectively as though this baby was her own baby.

Apollo finally stood and sniffed Violet carefully too, calm and steady as ever.

Then both dogs positioned themselves on either side of Sophie instinctively.

Like bodyguards.

Like Violet had always belonged there.

Will stared at them seriously.

“Doggies love baby.”

“They do,” Benedict said softly.

Lottie wandered closer holding out her soggy breadstick toward the carrier. “Baby snack?”

“No, darling,” Kate laughed gently, rescuing the breadstick before it entered Violet’s face.

Neddy leaned over dramatically. “She’s smaller than Will was.”

“That’s because Will came out built like a Victorian farm child,” Anthony said.

“Anthony,” Kate sighed.

“It’s true.”

Milo poked Benedict’s arm. “Can she play dinosaurs?”

“Not yet.”

“Tomorrow?”

Benedict smiled tiredly. “Maybe give her a week.”

The twins had now crouched directly in front of Violet, speaking at full volume despite repeated reminders.

“I’m gonna teach her football.”

“No, space.”

“Football.”

“SPACE.”

Will looked into the carrier again, curls falling into his eyes.

Then very carefully, very gently, he touched Violet’s tiny foot.

Mine, his expression seemed to say.

Not possessive.

Protective.

Sophie looked around the hallway then.

At her boys.

At Kate trying not to laugh while Anthony unsuccessfully attempted to stop Newton stealing someone’s dropped biscuit.

At Apollo sitting faithfully at her side.

At Calli staring at Violet like she’d discovered the meaning of life.

The house was loud.

Crowded.

Chaotic.

Perfect.

Benedict slipped an arm around her waist carefully.

“Ready?” he murmured.

Sophie smiled down at the tiny sleeping girl in her arms.

​I can’t even begin to describe the emotional rollercoaster I went through while reading your stories—I laughed, I cried, and I enjoyed every single second of it. Especially <When we were Young>... it was absolutely phenomenal and left me feeling so many things 😭

​I just really wanted to let you know how much joy your time and effort have brought into my life.

​Bridgerton Season 4 is what made me fall for Benophie in the first place, but it’s amazing writers like you who truly expand that world and make it so vibrant for us fans 🥺

​English isn't my first language, so I’m worried I might sound a bit awkward, but I truly hope my sincerity comes through and nothing gets lost in translation!

​I’ll always be rooting for you and your creative journey. Can’t wait to see where your current stories go next!

​Sending you so much love ❤️

Sorry it has taken me so long to reply.

life has been fucking manic lately!

Thank you so much for this, when I first read this I was going through a bit of a slump and really considering quitting the fandom but this reminded me why I do this, why I still do this and spend what very little free time I actually have writing and editing and remembering to post...

Please do not worry about having perfect English. I barely have it most days and I am English. I just appreciate you trying.

Fml

And send help

Are you still taking prompt for Benophie as I got some in my head for you to write something?

When you plan to write and edit when it’s the gremlins nap time and she decides that nap time has to happen on mama…

Aww thank you so much.

I’m always open to go back to any of my old stories and I do have a request in my inbox to write I’ve just not gotten around to it yet.

But if there is anything specific you’d like please send me an ask so I don’t lose it and I’ll get to it eventually ❤️