━━ in which the Brigertons are not the only prolific family with oddly named children, and they become tied in the the most common way of all.
[oc x benedict brigerton]
[season2 with book elements]
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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒐 rakes and Rakes
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BENEDICT BRIDGERTON WAS NOT in the habit of being shocked. He took things in stride, and adapting to situations was one of his best qualities, in his personal opinion.
That was why his eldest brother's declaration made him fall over.
"I'm thinking about getting married."
Perhaps it was Benedict's own fault, for tipping the chair back to balance only on its two back legs, a habit his dear mother detested. But in his defense, he was quite adept at it, and had he not been caught off guard by Anthony, he would've maintained his position.
He did however manage to regain his right seated position just in time to save his other brother, Colin, from dying a horrible death by choking, also a result of their brother's statement.
As he smacked Colin on the back, an olive — the offending object that caused him to choke — flew out and sailed across the table, just barely missing Anthony's head, and what a pity it had not made its target.
"What has brought this on?" Benedict maned to inquire, as Colin recuperated from his ordeal by drinking his whisky.
"It is time for marriage," Anthony explained, nonchalantly. It was perhaps good that he had simply ignored the reactions of his brothers, but Benedict imagined he was expecting such a thing. "I must have a son, I have a title to pass on, after all. Call it a dynastic responsibility to be fruitful and multiply."
"I rather think you don't need to live up to our parent's standards of multiplying," Colin muttered, having regained his breath and composure.
Anthony seemed rather stuck in his own head, not even replying to Colin's quip, a frown opinion his face that was making Benedict wish he had an olive of his own, just to chuck it in his direction and see if he would try to dodge it.
"Good God Anthony, what has you frowning so? Not that olive, I saw it clearly and it didn't even touch you," Benedict said, bringing his brother out of his reverie.
