for the bridgerton au with duke geto i definitely wanna incorporate the dog gift from george and charlotte’s story into the fic…
duke geto is away a lot. duties upon duties, you presume, all calling his name and dragging him away from their home. from getting to know you. or perhaps he’s trying to escape knowing you.
but one day, after days of complaining about your loneliness to your ladies in waiting, yuki, utahime and shoko, your chief aide delivers a letter. you barely read it— something about duke geto not wanting you to be lonely and getting you a present— and you’re dropping everything. running through the halls. sprinting. because surely he must’ve finally stopped this avoidance madness and decided to return to you, right? come home to you?
… only for you to find out that he’s sent you a dog. a pomeranian. “ew,” you gasp, backing away from it and its little beady eyes and teensy paws and that wretched, pink tongue that lolls out from between pathetically tiny teeth as it pants at you. “what on earth is that beast?”
“a dog,” shoko dryly chimes from behind you, twirling a pipe and already mentally floating off to space. yuki and utahime are more enthusiastic, both women bounding past you to get a better look at this ‘dog.’
“that is no dog. dogs are majestic. like— like greyhounds, perhaps, or terriers. spaniels! not… deformed bunnies,” you gripe, shuddering and folding your arms around your midsection as if you’re about to be sick. someone starts frantically fanning you. you’re beside yourself with disgust towards the creature that has the gall to stand in your halls and duke geto’s terrible attempt at making up for his absence. oh, the nerve of that man. the nerve. you pace back and forth, muttering curses that make utahime pale as she pets the fluffy demon. yuki, meanwhile, is poking at the box of dog toys and treats.
(a letter is sent to duke geto regarding your reception of his… gesture. it’s read to him while his attendant carefully shaves geto’s jaw with quick, precise swipes.
“she called it a deformed bunny,” miguel announces, his expression plain as he scans the letter. “in simple terms.”
then, a laugh. no, a giggle. a giggle that comes out with a gust of air and a slight hiccup, a noise that shakes duke geto’s shoulders and lightens his load. a grin curls at his lips and his eyes crinkle with it.
“oh, i think i like her,” duke geto chuckles.)