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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)-(Part 5/?)
(GIF credit to @inglourious-imagines)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
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Summary: As (Y/N) and Benedict’s relationship starts to develop, Lord Belby starts his plan to get the girl he wants.
Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Bridgerton Family x Reader (platonic)
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
(Y/L/N)=Your last name
Warnings: Forwardness (?), but mostly a LOT of fluff
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The Bridgerton's cheered as (Y/N) scored a strike as they bowled. She gratefully smiled at them, thankful that she wasn't making a fool of herself.
"Are you a sportswoman Miss (Y/N)?" Anthony asked in disbelief."We are only three turns in and that is your third strike!"
"My father used to play this all the time with me when I was a little girl. It's also his favourite game because he always wins. Or used to that is."
They laughed. Benedict's loving smile hadn't left his face since they linked arms. Although his family made him nervous, in case they said something outlandish, he loved that everyone was getting on. It was as if he and (Y/N) were already married.
Oh, marriage.
Of course the thought had crossed his mind. He wouldn't pursue the lady if he didn't see that kind of future together. But it still shocked him that the thought came to him so casually.
Anthony was next to bowl, he was desperate to also earn a strike. Not only because a lady was beating him, but he couldn't believe how poorly he was doing. Everyone watched in anticipation as the eldest took his turn, hitting nine pins, the last one wobbling teasingly. Holding his breath, Anthony groaned when it didn't fall over.
"Perhaps Lady (Y/N) should be giving you tips brother." Daphne giggled.
"Perhaps she should. Though I don't suppose you've ever played Pall-mall?"
"Only a couple of times. Why, is that your area of expertise?"
"Do not get him started." Benedict mumbled.
Anthony ignored him."I am a humble man, though I do seem to win every time."
"Because you threaten us otherwise." Daphne smirked.
"My siblings jest."
"Well, perhaps I should give this Pall-mall game another go, it would be delightful to beat you at your own game Viscount Bridgerton."
The siblings were all laughing under their breath. (Y/N) worried for a second that she had gone too far, until she saw Anthony smirking at her. It was easy to banter with the Bridgertons, she felt so comfortable with them.
"Where's Eloise?" Gregory asked, looking around.
"I thought she was sat over there, reading a book." Colin said.
"She didn't even have a book with her."
"That makes a change."
"Can she not do as she's told for one day?" Anthony sighed."I apologise for my sister, Lady (Y/N)."
"There's no need to apologise. I'm sure she's content wherever she is."
Eloise sat on a stone bench away from the party, scribbling in her small, conceivable notebook. Lady Whistledown was still out there, writing away just as she was. Whenever she thought she found something to get her closer to the answer, Eloise found herself ten steps back.
"You're fond of that notebook, aren't you?" Lord Belby startled her.
"Uh, pardon me my Lord, I-"
"Not used to talking to men I see?"
"Do you always converse by asking questions?"
He chuckled, taking a seat next to her. Eloise shuffled away, not being subtle about it.
"Eloise Bridgerton, it doesn't surprise me to see you out here alone."
"Have you been spying on me?"
"You're the talk of the ton, Eloise."
"Am I?"
"Of course. With a fiery personality such as yours, how could anyone ignore it?"
"I really must go Lord Belby, it is inappropriate that we are alone." she abruptly stood.
"I don't think you're one to play by the rules."
Eloise halted."I am not. But I also will not be the centre of idle gossip amongst this infuriating ton. Good day my lord."
She swiftly turned again, her pace quick as she tried to get away from Belby. They couldn't be seen together, it was one of the top rules in society. Eloise had already caused her mother enough stress, she wouldn't add this. Glancing back, she saw Lord Belby still sat, gazing at her with a cocky smile. Something about him made her writhe, he was uncomfortable to be around, you knew he was going to do or say something that you wouldn't like.
Belby kept a calm demeanour, cursing on the inside. He thought she would be a somewhat easier target. Not a lot of men went after her, Belby believed she would be swooned by him. Although frustrated, Belby held his composure as he thought of another plan. It was going to be more difficult than he thought.
Meanwhile, Lady Danbury was up to her matchmaking antics. Well, she had no need to make the match, that part was already done for her. However, she saw how the newest couple were antsy, they wished for more time together. Needing to abide by the laws of society, Lady Danbury took Violet and Lady (Y/L/N) aside, suggesting they chaperone the couple away from the guests. The mothers were on board straight away, smiling mischievously as they approached (Y/N) and Benedict.
"They definitely don't look as if they are up to something." Benedict whispered to (Y/N), following where he was looking.
"We better stay as a team then." she replied, her grip slightly tightening on his elbow.
"We were about to take a walk around my new extention of the garden. Care to join us?" Lady Danbury casually asked.
Benedict and (Y/N) knew that this was all part of some plan, but agreed anyway. To their surprise, they followed behind the women, thinking that they would want to spy on them. Neither of them complained, feeling relieved as the guests thinned out, walker slower on purpose as to distance themselves from the others.
"This is nice." (Y/N) cringed at her wording.
Benedict grinned down at her."It is. I hope this isn't too brash (Y/N), but I have been wishing for more time together everyday."
"That is nowhere near harsh Benedict, seeing as we were alone only the last time we saw each other."
"That is true. And I would take that risk again."
"Would you?"
"Yes. Would you not?"
"Oh, I would." (Y/N) was blushing.
Benedict could see she felt cheeky by saying the truth. He liked this side of her, it was fun, honest.
"I would enjoy your company in my home. Would you and your parents care to join us for dinner one evening?"
"Of course! Mother will be thrilled!"
"And your father?"
(Y/N) hesitated."He has been strange these last few days. I'm not sure what is wrong with him. But he does favour you Benedict, do not worry."
"And you are sure of this?"
"Yes! How could he not?"
"You charm me Lady (Y/N)."
"Good, my plan is working then."
Eloise decided against telling her family of the occurrence with Lord Belby. It would only cause disruption, especially from her brothers. No harm came of it and no one saw them. The sun was setting, signalling the end of Lady Danbury's event. Families began leaving, slowly trickling away, each thanking their hostess. The Bridgertons and (Y/L/N)'s made their way out of Lady Danbury' s home together, chatting away until they found themselves outside the home.
"Lord (Y/L/N), my family would love to extend an invitation for dinner at our home." Anthony asked.
"Oh marvelous!" he joyfully replied."Yes, we would gladly accept."
"I shall have the details sent to you. It has been a pleasure to speak with you again."
Formalities were shared as everyone said their goodbyes, heading to their carriages. Benedict made sure he and (Y/N) were the last to leave.
"I await your visit." he said.
"With much anticipation." (Y/N) replied.
If no one was looking, she could have kissed him there and then. Of course, she didn't actually have the confidence to do so, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Benedict hesitantly left, keeping an eye on (Y/N) as she made her way to her carriage. He watched as she climbed in before getting in himself.
"You are truly smitten Benedict." Daphne teased as they set off.
In (Y/N)'s carriage, the tone was slightly different.
"Darling, where's Lord Belby?" (Y/N)'s mother asked.
"He will no longer reside with us."
"Why not?"
"He is not the respectable gentleman I thought him to be. I don't want him anywhere near our daughter either."
"I always had a suspicion about him, he was far too confident."
"The servants will start packing his belongings as soon as we step foot in our home. I am sorry I let a man like that near my girls."
"Oh darling," Lady (Y/L/N) put her hand on his,"do not apologise. You are doing the right thing now."
"We just need to look to the future now. We have a dinner to attend to in a few days, and we must be ready."
"You make it sound like a military operation." (Y/N) joked.
"And I have the best soldiers with me."
Violet was ecstatic to have the (Y/L/N)'s for dinner, things were moving swiftly. However, she was a nightmare for her children as she tried to quickly plan the evening. What food would they serve? What entertainment could they provide? Would her children behave as they should?
"Benedict, how could you not ask her what her favourite dessert is? You knew we were going to ask them for dinner." Violet stressed.
"It wasn't exactly the first question I thought to ask mother." Benedict defended himself.
"I'm sorry dear, I just want everything to go well."
They had been walking the halls of their house when he stopped her.
"It will. The (Y/L/N) are not a snobbish family, they are grateful and respectful. Even if (Y/N) hated something she would still be polite as to not hurt anyone's feelings. Please mama, just calm down."
Violet smiled."You really like this girl, don't you?"
Benedict nodded, cheeks tinting red slightly, but he wasn't embarrassed to talk about his feelings. It was still young love after all.
"I really like her too, Benedict."
"You definitely approve?"
"I have approved from day one. And I think Anthony has taken a liking to her too. He didn't stop talking about his defeat in bowls yesterday."
"That makes me very happy. I would never bring someone into the family who did not get along with everyone."
"She is going to be very lucky to have you Benedict. I'm so happy for you."
Violet pulled him in for a hug, wishing he was a little boy again so she could pick him up. Almost all of her children were grown, her boys were certainly men and much taller than her; she had to squeeze extra tight to ensure it felt like a proper hug.
"I shan't pester you any longer."
Benedict slowly loosened his grip."How about I help you finish the menu for the dinner?"
Violet grinned, holding onto his hand as they headed to the kitchen. It was all going to work out.
(Y/N) checked over herself in the mirror for the fifth time, checking she had all of her accessories and not a hair was out of place. She was questioning her outfit. Was it the right dress? It was beautiful, maybe too much? So many flaws screamed at her. She knew the only reason she was nervous was because it was a more intimate affair, both families stuck at the dinner table, having to make conversation that flowed for the evening. They couldn't rely on other families in case there was nothing to talk about. Oh God, would her and Benedict run out of things to say to each other?
"(Y/N), we must make haste." her mother cheerily called.
Sighing, (Y/N) hoped her worries would fade away. Everything was headed in the right direction, so why was she worrying? This is what she wanted. She didn't want anything to ruin it. What that could be, she didn't know. Dismissing her thoughts, (Y/N) hurried to meet her parents in the foyer, excitement rising as she thought about Benedict.
It had been so much more peaceful in the house since Belby had left. There was an air of tension he brought, but you didn't realise it until he left. All of his things were gone, he had left in such a huff, it was hard for (Y/N) not to laugh.
The Bridgerton House was beautiful. It suited them, it was obviously majestic yet humble. It helped that it wasn't garnished with hideous and outrageous decor like some homes. The Bridgertons waited in their own foyer, hearing the carriage pull up.
"Right, best behaviour everyone. This is a potential future Bridgerton." Violet instructed.
"Mama-" Benedict rolled his eyes, but straightened up as the door opened.
"Lord and Lady (Y/L/N) and Lady (Y/N)." the doorman announced.
Benedict almost lost his breath. (Y/N) was dazzling. Her dress was sparkling under the lights, the catching reflections hitting her skin, somehow her eyes were more captivating than usual. Even when her parents approached the family to greet them, his eyes never left (Y/N), mouth slightly open in awe.
Once everyone had exchanged their kind words, they headed to the dining room, Benedict and (Y/N) trailing behind, arms linked.
"Are you alright Benedict?" (Y/N) asked.
"You look stunning."
"Oh, Benedict-"
"Sorry, I do not mean to be forward. It is true though. I cannot fathom how you become more beautiful everytime I see you."
(Y/N) was quite flustered."You flatter me too much."
"It's not enough I'm afraid. You shall have to endure many more compliments from me."
"No one has ever been so sweet to me."
"And I intend to shower you with all the affection you deserve."
"I am sorry that I am no so talented at complimenting you."
"There is no need."
(Y/N) wished they hadn't made it to the dining room so quickly. Benedict directed her to her seat, pushing in her chair as she sat and taking his place beside her. He grimaced slightly when he saw Eloise on the other side to her, wishing it was Daphne instead. He knew they got along, but Eloise was getting more comfortable with (Y/N), meaning she could blurt out anything.
"Isn't this lovely?" Violet happily chirped.
"Thank you for welcoming us into your beautiful home Lady Bridgerton. We were most gracious to receive an invitation." Lord (Y/L/N) said."And it is wonderful to meet the rest of the Bridgerton's I have heard so much about."
"All good things I hope." Anthony (mostly) joked.
"Oh of course!" Lady (Y/L/N) smiled."Eloise, I hear that you are on the hunt for Lady Whistledown."
The table went silent. Eloise knew her mama would not want this to be the topic of conversation, especially since they had been here for all of five minutes. But she had also been told to entertain their guests, why not amuse them?
She had a smug smile as she spoke."Yes. I believe she is among us in the Ton."
"Really? Any ideas whom it could be?"
"Well, yes and no. I do not have the sufficient amount of evidence to pinpoint anyone in particular. Lady Whistledown is very smart, she knows how to cover her tracks."
"Or he is." Gregory teased.
"It is definitely a woman, a man could not write in the way that she does."
"Perhaps it is a man and a woman?" Benedict suggested. All heads turned to him, waiting for an explanation."Well, I mean, the papers sell well, she must be earning a lot of money. Perhaps a man thought of a business opportunity to sell gossip and no one suspects a woman in the first place. Also, it is much easier for women to overhear gossip."
Everyone thought about it for a moment. It was a good theory. Eloise scoffed.
"Although I admire the thought behind it, I still think it is one lone woman writing these articles."
"That's because you want it to be a woman."
"But in answer to your question, Lady (Y/L/N), I will still be conducting my investigations for a little longer."
"It's all very scandalous isn't it?"
(Y/N) quietly giggled at her mother. She got so excited over things not deemed proper in high society. The appetisers were soon brought out, ending the conversation much to Violet's relief. Everyone started their own conversations with one another as they ate.
"I am sorry about my mother, Eloise." (Y/N) said."She loves Lady Whistledown, like all mothers do. She was very excited when I was mentioned in the paper."
"I just don't think it's right. She's allowed to overhear gossip and spread it around the Ton, yet no repercussions come to her. Even the Queen can't do anything, this woman is impossible to find."
"You'll be able to figure it out. It might take a little longer than you like. You finally have a worthy opponent."
Eloise smiled.“Yes, it appears I have.”
“(Y/N),” Benedict stirred her away attention away from his sister,“um...”
Now he didn’t know what to say. He knew he wanted to talk to (Y/N), but he had panicked, thinking Eloise may say something regrettable.
“Are you alright Benedict?”
“Yes, I...I was just going to ask how you were finding the food?”
“Oh, it’s lovely, thank you.”
“I hope my family aren’t too much.”
“Of course they aren’t. What gave you that silly idea?”
“I mean, sometimes we can be a little-”
“Benedict, you are by far the loveliest family I have ever met, and I am not trying to butter you up. I mean it. I;m very happy spending time with you and your family.”
What she really wanted to say was how lucky she would feel being a part of this family, but (Y/N) thought that might be too much. The pair shared a sweet smile, going back to their food until the doors opened.
“We’re not qiute ready for our mains yet.” Violet said to the butler.
“Pardon the intrusion.”
Violet turned in her seat at the unfamilar voice, frowning when she saw Lord Belby dwaggering into the room. He looked extremely smug.
“I just hate missing out on dinner parties.”
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arranged | benedict bridgerton
pairing: benedict bridgerton x reader
authors note: forgot i had this in my drafts so i roughly edited it so i could post it. so if it’s a bit messy at the end, sorry about that! also i’m not very good at bridgerton dialogue or vocab so sorry if that’s also a bit rough :)
summary: benedict bridgerton has been in love with you since your were kids. and he will not stand there and watch you ruin your life with an arranged marriage.
warnings: angst, arranged marriage, gross old men
words: 3000+
you had never been one for the fuss and feathers of which was a ball. you found it so very demeaning to women and not to mention, two-thirds of the men at every ball you found yourself at, were almost double your age. even though with each season passing, you grew older, the men still stayed at their very old age. it seems as if the ton were never running short of old men looking for young women to marry.
your very own debut seemed like it was forever ago; in reality, it really was. but every year you managed to pursue to the end of the season without a possible suitor wanting to court you, let alone want your hand marriage. your mama didn’t mind either. your father had left a large inheritance for you both after his passing, so she knew that when she did pass away, you would have enough money to support yourself for many, many years to come. so however you decided to spend your time at the many balls that you attended each year, whether it be finding a love match, or hiding away in the shadows, then so be it. it was your choice, and she would support you with whichever path you would take in life. she didn’t care what other people thought about your love life, which was a hard thing to do in high society.
your disinterest in balls and marriage was probably how you had become so close with the bridgerton family. the idea of marriage for a few of the family members was a displeasing one, to say the least. eloise was so very opposed to the way in which men and women became married in today's society. anthony barely even wanted to marry for love for the many years he had been out in the world and then there was the second eldest, benedict, who just hadn’t found his way in life and hadn’t even thought of marriage for many seasons. you had both found yourselves in similar predicaments and maybe that was why you had become close with the bridgerton man.
for the many years that your family had been friends with the bridgerton family, you had always gotten along with the second-born child of violet and edmund. you were closest in age to him, and basically growing up together, you had almost been attached at the hip since you could both walk. whenever you had found yourselves in each other's presence, there was never a dull moment nor a pause in conversation. you were truly grateful to have such a gentleman in your life to make up for the lack thereof in high society.
benedict had always been the one to stop you from being whisked away by strange men at every ball you both attended, and you to him. you would always be there with an excuse as to why he couldn’t dance with women you knew weren’t the right match for him. especially when you knew he wasn’t interested in anyone at the dance to begin with. some of the excuses benedict would make to rid the male suitors for you were absolutely outrageous at times, but he knew that they would always get a giggle out of you, and a sour look from them. you were truly grateful for how benedict would respect your wishes and help you with the tasks of turning away possible candidates. he was also thankful to you for helping prolong the happenings of another wedding in the bridgerton family.
though not even the actions of benedict bridgerton would be able to help keep away the old men of the gentry anymore. last week your mama passed away, pneumonia getting the best of her. you had been a mess, cooped up in your own empty house for the past couple of days, mourning the loss of your beloved mother. you knew that now that it was just you left in the house, that would mean that one of your forgotten relatives would be joining you in your home, to become the new head of the house. uncle roger, your father's brother, had always tried to weasel his way into your house, into your money, ever since your father had passed away. though your mother always opposed it and would find a way to keep him away. whether he was afraid of losing his connection to your family and the money, or your mother had something over him, he stayed away. up until now. you were now living alone in your house, without a husband or a head of household, so he was to move in. and you knew your days without a husband were soon to disappear.
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“are you sure you are ready, y/n?” benedict asked you as you sat on the seat opposite him. the formalities of proper titles were dropped years ago, as you were all basically family. except you still insisted on still calling lady bridgerton by her title, because it felt right.
lady bridgerton had insisted you come to your first ball back, with her and her family, just so you felt some comfort being surrounded by people you knew, not sir y/l/n. “yes benedict. i promise.” you gave him a small, unconvincing smile, before standing to follow eloise out the door to get to the carriage.
“she can take care of herself…” lady bridgerton mumbled into benedict’s ear once you were mostly out of earshot.
“yes i know- it’s just as soon as she heads to that ball, i know her uncle will have suitors lining up for her out the door.” he sighs, placing his hand over his mama’s.
“she has avoided married life her entire adulthood, i am sure she can do it for another season. but if lord y/l/n arranges someone for her, there is nothing you can do about it.” lady bridgerton exited the room, hoping not to keep the rest of the family waiting.
“there are plenty of things i can do about it.” benedict mumbles to himself before following behind his mama.
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benedict, eloise and yourself, once again found yourselves surrounding the refreshments table, not one thought crossing any of your minds to head to the dance floor.
you and benedict sipped on your champagne, as you both eyed uncle roger over the rims of the flutes. before you knew it he was making his way over to the three of you, well really you, with another gentleman following behind.
“miss y/n, i would like you to meet sir buford.” your uncle introduces the old man next to him, grabbing hold of your upper arm, “he would like to have this dance with you.”
“i would rather poke my eyes-” before you could even finish your sentence, your uncle was squeezing your upper arm with such a force, you were sure it would already be turning purple. “oh i’m sorry! of course i would like to dance with you!” you strained out, a fake smile plastered across your face
benedict almost spat his champagne out, becoming a spluttering mess. he looked to you to hopefully find humour in your reply, but all he was met with was a hurtful smile as you took sir buford’s arm. you didn’t even look back at benedict, hoping to seek refuge in the remarks he usually made to save you from your possible suitors. benedict was bewildered as to why you wanted to take to the floor with such a decrepit old man.
he reached out to grab your arm, turning you around whilst trying to be dragged off by sir buford. “what are you doing?” benedict slightly laughed, confusion etched over his face. he obviously knew you didn’t want to dance with this man, so why were you even entertaining the fact? but all you did was give him a pitiful smile before being dragged off even more.
benedict watched on as sir buford’s hands got a little too close for comfort against your lower back, a look of disgust formed on your face. he hadn’t seen you dance in such a long time, and it made him think back to the last time you probably did grace the floor. which was with him. he remembered how your face was much the opposite to what it was with sir buford’s hands on your own. it made him think how if he had ever had the courage to ask you to the floor again, you wouldn’t be in this situation. it wouldn’t be buford’s small hands slowly making their way lower on your back, it would be his own holding you with the respect you deserved. he would hold you so delicately in fear that you would crumble under his touch.
benedict quickly shook the thought from his head, scorning himself for thinking of you like that. he had always had held such adoration for you, always wanting there to be something more between the two of you. but he held too much respect for you and your feelings towards marriage. he would let you find your own way in the world, and if there was no room for another in your life, then so be it.
benedict had been so caught up in his selfish thoughts, he hadn’t only just managed to turn his attention back on to you as you had stormed out of the hall, a gloved hand raised to your teary eyes. without even thinking twice, he followed after you, mere seconds after the door had closed behind you. he opened it back up, calling out your name, the edge of your dress just slipping around the corner, out into the backfield.
“y/n!” he called once more, watching you rush out into the grass, not once turning back to look at him. you stopped at the edge of the dam, just as benedict had finally caught up to you. “y/n? what is the matter?”
you turned around, the look of your glassy eyes reflecting the moonlight, caused benedict’s heart to shrink in its cage. he had never seen you this distraught in your life. “uncle roger..he uh-“ you stammered on your words, trying not to let the tears fall down your cheeks. “he’s arranged for me to marry sir buford. the wedding is next week!” you sourly laughed at how daft you sounded.
you watched as benedict’s jaw went slack, his eyes widening momentarily. he swallowed deeply before replying, “he what?” was all benedict could muster the courage to say. the words failing him in front of you for the first time ever. you and him always had so much to talk about, but for this once he could not think of a single word he could allow to leave his stupid mouth.
“i cannot,” benedict clears his throat, stammering over his words just like you, “we cannot allow that to happen.” benedict obviously knew how arranged marriages worked and how there were very few ways to escape them.
“what do you mean, we cannot let that happen? there is absolutely nothing anyone can do.” you choked out a laugh, which quickly turned into a sob rattling throughout your chest.
your sobs quickly turned into sharp and painful breaths being pulled from within your lungs, your skin suddenly feeling as if it was on fire. you paced back and forth along the bank of the dam, your chest screaming for more air than it was possible to allow it. your hands were aching to be freed from your gloves, reaching up to your arms to try to pull the silk off.
you groan in frustration when there was no ease to getting them off, “ugh why won't they come off!” before you could ruin the fabrics by ripping off the expensive piece of clothing, benedict is at your side helping you slide them off.
“here let me help…” you look up at him as his face is mere centimetres from your own. as he pulls the last of the second glove off, he looks down at your face, his breath tickling your cheeks.
you feel his arms around your own, causing you to shift a little, but benedict’s face never looks away from your own. you quickly snap out of your daze, pushing benedict off you with your now glove-less hands.
“stop.” you let out a shaky breath, raising your hands to your eyes, to wipe the remnants of the tears that were on your cheeks.
“stop what?” he looks at you as if he’s done nothing wrong, his stupid doe-eyes looking back at you, and you swear you could’ve kissed the smirk off of his face right then and there.
you had always had feelings for the man in front of you, but you never had them as strong as you did right now, as he stood there, with only the moonlight illuminating his figure. you weren’t sure if it was because you had such an emotional week from your mother's passing, or if it was the sudden arranged marriage you had learned of 10 minutes prior. but you had never felt more love towards benedict than you had at that moment.
“someone could see us…” you mumble, stepping away from him, looking around in hope that no one was near.
“that may not be too unfortunate,” he replies, that smirk still on his face.
“what could you mean by that, benny?” his nickname falls off your tongue and you regret it straight away. given your current situation, you felt as though it wasn’t appropriate to use. you slouch forward, fiddling with your gown in your hands.
“when have you ever cared if someone was watching, y/n?” benedict laughs, stepping closer to you.
“it does not matter what i used to think anymore, benedict. all my thoughts and feelings are irrelevant now that i am to have a husband.” you laugh again for the third time that night. “i do not know what i am to do.”
tears well in your eyes as benedict makes his way over to you, “i think i know what we can do.”
“you keep saying we, benny.”
“yes, because i can help you.” he smiles, placing his hands on your cheeks, using his thumb to rub your skin. you frown up at him as he leans in to passionately place his lips against yours. at first you freeze, taken aback by his actions. but it doesn’t take long before you’re putty in his hands. you relax against his frame, kissing him back as his hands move to the middle of your back.
you both pull away breathless, your arms still around each other, “how does that help in any way, mr bridgerton?” you smile up at him, him mirroring your expression.
“because i am very well sure that you cannot get married if you are already courting someone. especially if no one has actually proposed yet.”
“that would never work.” you wave him off dismissing his thoughts, knowing that your uncle would never allow it.
“yes it will.” he grabs ahold of your hands, getting down on one knee, the biggest grin you’ve ever seen gracing his face. “will you marry me?”
your eyes go wide as you grab hold of his upper arms to try to hoist him back up off the wet grass, “what are you doing?!” you laughed.
“y/n i know this is outrageous, but i’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life.” he grasps your hands even tighter, studying your features for any changes to suggest he really should shut up. “i have loved you ever since i knew what true love was. i have loved you all the times we had been together and all the times we’ve been apart.” he stands back up, needing to be eye level with you to finish what he was saying.
“i know i have had our entire lives to confess my feelings to you, but i knew you did not want marriage. it has never been on your mind. but i cannot stand here and watch you throw away the rest of your life, married to a man who will not care for you nor show you the love that i will.”
you stood there, so unbelievably shocked at his confession. you always had a hope in you that your feeling towards benedict were reciprocated and now he was really here in front of you, proposing. you could’ve sworn it was all a dream.
“yes.” was all you say back to him. maybe his little plan would work. and even if i didn’t, you didn’t care. you would run away with benedict bridgerton and never come back if it meant that you could spend the rest of your life with him, and not with a man who didn’t allow you the time of day nor show you any respect. something you knew benedict was capable of because he had been the best man in your life since forever. there was never a day that went by where he didn’t care for you and show you the respect you deserved.
“yes?” benedict let go of the breath he was holding in, his face lighting up.
“i mean there are worse things in the world.” you giggled causing benedict’s face to drop, a hurt look playfully replacing the last.
“i beg your pardon?” he dramatically gasps, lightly pushing your shoulder.
“i am only kidding. all in good laughter.” you smile at him, taking your hands in your own, “i could not think of any better way to live my life, than to be with you. i could not envision my future without you by my side. i never have.”
you think deep down you had always seen your future being spent with the brunette boy you had grown to know and cherish ever since you were little. so when all of that had been taken away from you in the blink of an eye, you realised how badly you wanted to be with him.
“neither have i. you have always been in my life, and you always will be.”
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OMG VISCOUNT HARRY???? UHM YES GIMMIE NOW
The Arrangement
(Harry Styles x Bridgerton)
(Viscount! Harry Styles x Noble! Fem! Reader)
As an only child, Y/N is arranged to marry the Viscount Harry Styles. She is displeased with her father, as her mother had told her she could wait one more season before looking for a husband. But a marriage into one of the richest families in England is not what it would seem…
"Papa, please! Mama promised! I'm just not ready! Please, I don't want this!"
I pace around the drawing room, biting my lips as tears threaten to spill. My father however, remains stern in his decision.
"The Viscount is a fine man, and will prove to be a wonderful husband to you. It is done, my darling. You will marry the Viscount Styles, and I shall not entertain any further debate on the matter."
With my papa's word as final say, I could do nothing more as I retired to my bedroom to prepare for Lady Danbury's ball in honor of the new season.
Night falls as we leave the estate, my papa's fowl mood only growing as we venture to Danbury House.
"Oh come now, Stephen. This will be a fine experience for her. She is to be a Viscountess and as such, she will be attending these events more often."
My papa folds his arms childishly as he gives her a stern look.
"She is to bed wed, Eleanor. And yet you require her attendance at this silly gathering?"
I gasp in utter shock at my papa's words. Mama only scoffs and swats at him with her fan.
"Stephen Walker, do you think me a fool? I am allowing our daughter attend the soirée in support of Miss. Bridgerton, with the knowledge that the Viscount Styles will be in attendance. I thought it best our daughter to promenade with her betrothed, don't you dearest?"
If there's one thing about my mama, she knows well how to silence my papa. My papa mumbles under his breath and sits up properly as we had stopped moving. The footman opens the door and my papa helps mama and I exit our carriage.
Mama and I each take one of papa's arms and he escorts us inside. We are greeted immediately by Lady Danbury.
"Why if it isn't the Duke Walker and his lovely family! And my heavens, Lady Y/N! You are an absolute vision!"
I feel a small blush appear on my cheeks as I bow politely to her. We converse with Lady Danbury for a moment before she dismisses herself to greet more guests. From across the ballroom, my eyes land on the the one person I had eager to see.
"Papa, might I accompany Miss. Bridgerton in her search of suitors?"
My papa begins to refuse when my mama lays a hand on his chest, and she gives me a smile.
"Yes dearest, of course you may. Stephen, please escort our daughter. Be sure she remains with one of the lords Bridgerton. I shall find myself a drink."
Before papa can offer any debate, mama is already leaving his side and making her way through the crowd. Papa lets out a sigh and grumbles once more before he begins to walk me over to the Bridgertons.
"Lord Bridgerton, a pleasure to see you as always."
Lord Bridget gives my father a small nod in exchange. Daphne lets her brother go and leaps to me, causing her mama to scold her.
"Daphne, please!"
Daphne does not mind her mama as she hugs me close and I giggle.
"Lord Bridgerton, might I ask-."
Before my papa can finish, a man approaches us. Him. The Viscount Harry Styles. My papa smiles at the sight of him and turns his attention to the Viscount.
"Ah! Lord Styles! I was not expecting to see you this evening."
The man nods with a curt smile.
"Lord Walker, I was wishing to speak with you. Might I escort Lady Y/N this evening? I would very much like to speak with her."
My papa only smiles and practically pushes me to the Viscount's side, much to Daphne's disappointment. I merely push away from the from him, instead grabbing the arm of Mr. Benedict Bridgerton.
"Humblest apologies, my lord. I have been promised to Mr. Bridgerton for the evening. Isn't that right, Mr. Bridgerton?"
I give Benedict a pleasing look and he sends me one of his cat-like smiles. He lets go of me and hands me to the Viscount.
"I shall of course comply to his Lord's wishes, Lady Walker. I bid you a goodnight, my lady."
He bows and scurries off, laughing as he fetches himself a drink. I hesitantly turn my attention to the Viscount, who gives me a small, soft smile.
"Shall we dance, Lady Walker."
I force a small smile as I nod, taking his hand he has offered to me. After a few dances, Lord Styles suggests promenading in the garden. We walk along the many rose bushes coating the courtyard, though I simply refuse to look in the Viscount's direction.
"My Lady... I do hope you will come to agree with me. If we are to spend the rest of our lives together, should it not be a happy life?"
I simply remain silent as if I did not hear him.
"My Lady, is something the matter? We are betrothed after all, you needn't act so formal."
As much as I try to remain a perfect lady, I simply cannot hold my composure. I turn to him, exposing my inner thoughts before I am able to stop myself.
"Is this but a game to you, my Lord? This arrangement? Let me assure you, my Lord, this is no game to me. Above everything, I am a woman. I have dignity, I have desires and I have intelligence. I refuse to be reduced to nothing more than another wife. That is all that is expected of ladies in society. But that is not what I want."
He is silent for a moment before he holds out his arm to me, though he refuses my gaze.
"I hope you will come to understand why I asked for your hand, my lady. Fore I am not just a Viscount, but a man. Now, allow me to escort you to your father. I wish to retire for the night, and it disgraceful to leave a Lady alone."
He does not look my way through the entire walk inside the ballroom before leaving me in the arms of my papa. He gives a small, simple bow before he excuses himself, leaving quietly. My papa insists we retire for the evening as well, as my mama has found herself rather lush.
Rather early the next morning, I lounge in the drawing room, reading leisurely, just as I do every morning. My papa storms in, a rather stern expression on has face as he paces to me rather quickly, a letter grasped tightly in his hand.
"Have I failed you as a father?"
"Papa?"
"Truly, have I failed you? The daughter I have raised would never speak such a way! I shall like to hear your explanation!"
Before I am able to respond, my mama waltzes in, a look of worry on her freckled face.
"Dearest! What ever could be the matter?"
My papa seethes as he turns to my mama, his look of anger evident.
"Your daughter provoked a tiff with the Viscount last night!"
"Oh Y/N..."
"Papa, I am sorry! I was merely being honest with the Viscount! Is that not what you have raised me to do, papa? I am a lady, just as you have raised me to be. I am quite capable of doing things for my self, and I am in no need of a man. I am not an object papa, and I will not allow myself to be seen as such."
My papa sighs and sits in the open seat of the Davenport I occupy.
"I know quite well how I raised you. I raised you to be strong and polite. I expect better from you. The Viscount and I would very much like this arrangement to work. Therefore: you will be staying at Styles Estate until your wedding, when you will take permanent residence with the Viscount."
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Bridgerton (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton & Benedict Bridgerton
Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Benedict Bridgerton
Additional Tags: Rare Pair, Canon Divergent, S2 Canon Divergent, Penthony, fumbled attempts at courting, Kissing, kissing in dark corners, the endless suffering of Benedict Bridgerton, the sharmas never come to london, sorry y'all i love kate and one day she's gonna get something big from me but not today, tossing out propriety, anthony needing to realize his courting game is weak, and anthony needing to pivot, Wingman Benedict Bridgerton, Anthony has some psychological scars regarding marriage, we aren't fixing them today but we can kiss his forehead and tuck him in, Flirting, Benedict's POV, DO NOT POST ANYWHERE ELSE
Series: Part 2 of Wake Up, Sunshine
Summary:
Benedict's plan to get Anthony and Penelope in a room come to pass. Whether or not it's a success, well, that is a different story.
Read part one in the series, Some Kind of Disaster
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POLIN 💛 3°
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[SUMMARY: Anthony Bridgerton is attracted to Daphnes friend Selene whom he has promised to help find a suitor for. Never acknowledging his attraction to her until one day he physically is unable to hide his desire for her and does not know how to handle it.]
"Are you drunk?" You whispered making him once again chuckle finishing the last drop he had in his glass.
"To keep sane in a room full of men who wish to have you, absolutely."
Chapter ONE:
Anthony and Selene Chapter TWO
That evening at the ball, you did your best to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As Daphne planned, men all around couldn't help but make their way to you, craving the sight of you, little did she know the affect it had on her own brother.
"Where is Anthony?" The mention of his name distracting you from your surroundings.
"I..I don't know-"
"Wasn't he there when you came out of the room?" Daphne turned to you remembering clearly that she left her brother alone in the parlor.
"I never saw him," you lied.
"How strange," just as she was to ask you another question, a man walked up to you.
It was John Smith.
"My Lady," he bowed down to you gracefully.
"My Lord," you responded alike, just as you caught Anthony walking in through the main door, a drink already in his hand.
Anthony was dreading having to see you again after what had just happened. How was he to explain any of it to you? Once he laid eyes on you, that dreadful feeling immediately turned into jealousy. John quickly bringing your attention back to him asked you for a dance. Politely you agreed and went off to waltz. Anthony stood afar watching how this man looked at you, the smirk on his lips as you innocently smiled. Each step you made causing your breasts to slightly jump out of the infamous dress you wore, Anthony squeezed the glass in his hand, he knew exactly what was crossing Johns mind. What on earth was his sister thinking having you wear this to have all these men with their eyes glued on you. As you both waltzed you reached closer to where Anthony stood, Johns eyes never leaving you.
"I bet all of the men here would only kill to have my spot right now," John spoke with a smile, Anthony hearing his words.
"What makes you say that?" You tilted your head as you danced.
"Oh, because I'm having a dance with the most gorgeous woman in the room after all." He spoke confidently, his words making you smile.
"Don't you know the right things to say," Anthony hearing your response only made him tighten his grip on the cup before chugging the rest of it in seconds. Of course it wasn't the best idea, but since what happened earlier Anthony did not know what to do with himself. Just as the dance finished, Anthony watched yet another man approach you for a dance and then another. Cursing at himself he walked towards Daphne who stood watching in delight.
"What were you thinking putting her in that dress?" He whispered leaning towards her as he kept his eyes on you.
"What? It's got the job done hasn't it?" Daphne laughed.
"Men already fell to her feet before this, now it's just more work for me to do,"
"Anthony, why don't you just let it be. She's smart at choosing." Daphne insisted.
"Neither you or her know the kind of men out there, plenty of these men I've been around to know more than you or her would ever know." Anthony explained turning back to you when he noticed you walking his way looking at Daphne. He couldn't face you in front of his sister this close, quickly he walked off leaving the ball room.
Watching as Anthony practically paced for the door you quickly followed him out not allowing him to notice. Quickly he entered a room as you looked around behind you making sure no one would notice and followed him inside. As soon as you walked in you closed the door shut behind you and found him pouring himself a drink.
"My Lord-" his head snapped up in disbelief that you were in this room with him.
"What the bloody hell are you trying to do to me?!" He walked towards you in a whisper. He knew he couldn't handle being around you with his sister in a public setting let alone face to face alone with you in a room.
"Are we not going to talk about earlier?"
Anthony sarcastically chuckled as he took yet another sip of his drink walking closer to you.
"There is nothing to speak about,"
"Why of course there is! Not to mention I've been watching how you've been staring at all who I've danced with tonight and it's not a pleasing look,"
"Forgive me darling for knowing exactly why these men are desperate to have you close tonight, I know who these men are and trust me, none of them are worthy of your existence." As he spoke the scent of liquor quickly came to you.
"Are you drunk?" You whispered making him once again chuckle finishing the last drop he had in his glass.
"To keep sane in a room full of men who wish to have you, absolutely."
"So tell me the truth," you spoke softly, your words making his eyes land directly on yours.
"Tell you the truth?" He responded calmly.
"What truth? That every time I am near you I feel weak to my core, the thought of having to find a husband for you, drives me mad. The fact that my dear dear sister suggested you wear this very dress-" his eyes uncontrollably traveling to your cleavage before he looked away. Never had you expected Anthony to have any kind of feelings for you, he was so well at hiding them.
"The fact that you just so happen to be my younger sisters dear friend-"
"So what?" You responded making him raise his brows.
"So what?! Do you have any idea how wrong that looks on my part as I promised to look after you."
"I'm not a little girl, my Lord."
Anthony stood silent, what was he to say to that, you most definitely weren't a little girl.
"How do you think I've felt hearing these men compliment you all night, not one of them expressing enough how beautiful you are, because there is no amount of words that can fully express it. You are breath taking Lady Wilson." His words making your lips part, of all the men who complimented you tonight, his made your heart flutter. He couldn't help but look at your lips as he stepped closer, giving his all to not allow himself to fall into this very tempting moment.
"Kiss me," you whispered taking him by surprise.
"Now why...-" his jaw tensed.
"Why would you say that.." he whispered before practically charging to you and pulling you against him. Instantly he took your lips with his, his lips trailed to your ear lobe, down your neck reaching your cleavage.
"My Lord," you whispered looking down at him as he kissed the soft plump feel of the top of your breast when the door unexpectedly opened. Quickly you both turned away from each other as Benedict walked in taken by surprise. He could tell he had just walked into the middle of something and raised his brows.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I um...I'll be off now." He quickly closed the door as you turned back to Anthony in a panic.
"I think he saw us," you whispered.
"I should go," you quickly turned leaving the room as Anthony stood speechless. He couldn't believe what he had just allowed himself to do, let alone drunk. This wasn't how he wanted to kiss you, this wasn't how he wanted the first time touching you to be...
Should I continue this story?
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a special invitation—
Hi, everyone!
I would like to invite you to my first ever Tumblr sleepover. To celebrate my 2000-follower milestone, I decided that I needed to do something special and something good. In all honesty, I only started writing fanfiction on Tumblr because I wanted to be a part of a writing community. I wanted to share my craft and at first, it was quite hard. I never expected to get past 500 followers, let alone reach 2,000! It wouldn’t have happened without you, so thank you.
I really want you guys to know me more in this event. I feel like you all think of my as a grey blob writing fics and complaining her life away. I also want to learn more about you guys, too—your interests and everything else. That’s why, for this event, you will have to bring something (or a few things) to really participate. Here’s what you can bring:
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I re found this article and I’m still shook that my work got mentioned in a international post 🤯🤯
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I wrote a thing 🫣
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Dancing
A short one this time! I just wanted to write a really fluffy piece without drama although, yes there is a very small conflict if you squint hard enough. I wanted to write another fic that made me feel good just cause life's been extra hard lately.
Although I have a ton of ideas for this one so a sequel if people really enjoy this. I briefly wondered making Y/N be Lady Whistledown and pairing her up with my favorite Bridgerton brother to see what would happen.
TW: People being mean. Gossiping mamas. Cressida Cowper mention.
The ball, as most balls tended to be as the night waned, had grown stale and boring. The dancing had ceased despite the wonderful string quartet that played their music and people had broken off to their own parties. As the guests become accustomed to the taste of alcohol, words began to flow with reckless abandon.
“Did you hear? Viscount Dotsfield has a bastard with a scullery maid!”
“The Earl of Blackfield is said to engage in… relationships with Sir Lockling.”
“There are rumors going around that one of the Colton daughters has a French paramour whose name is Ravilli. An ambassador of sorts…”
Gossip is what fueled the ton, the very lifeblood that had men and women of varying ages coming to these balls in the first place. No one in the ton wanted to be caught unaware and one could never be too careful of the rumors that could be fabricated about you. According to Y/N’s mama, the only people who didn’t come to balls and to the gatherings hosted by members of the ton were those of them whose reputations were in ruins. You were either gossiping or you were the one being gossiped about.
So she came and endured even if she was bored out of her mind.
It wasn’t anything she wasn’t use to anyway. She was a woman and women were seen and not heard. Not only that, but she was a wallflower. Wallflowers were hardly seen at all.
“Lady Y/L/N.”
She knew that familiar voice, smooth and deep yet somehow still bright. If sunsets could speak, Y/N imagined they would have his voice.
“Mister Bridgerton,” Y/N said as she spun around, hiding her smile behind her bejeweled fan. “I half expected you to have taken your leave by now.”
“Under usual circumstances, I might have. But I have yet to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room.” Benedict said with a crooked smile. “And my mother has always told me that dancing is one of men’s greatest assets to encourage affection.”
“There’s hardly anyone dancing,” Y/N said bashfully.
“All the better reason to do so.”
Y/N wasn’t naive. She knew Benedict was only speaking to her because his mother asked him too. She’d always rather liked Lady Bridgerton and she had a penchant for forcing her sons to dance with the wallflowers. At every ball Y/N attends, her dance card, though usually empty, always had three names: Anthony Bridgerton. Benedict Bridgerton. Colin Bridgerton.
And there was no man who made he heart beat faster than Benedict Bridgerton himself. Because it was Benedict who offered to fill up all of the other spaces in her dance cards even though he didn’t have to.
All the Bridgerton brothers were kind to her but Benedict was more than that. Anthony and Colin were polite but Benedict laughed with her and conversation flowed between them like water from a fountain. And though she knew Benedict was unlikely to return her feelings, she occasionally let her delusions run wild. She often spent her days imagining what their future would look like. Would their children have his eyes or hers? Their hair would probably be different too. And their noses—
“Y/N?”
Blast! What a bloody idiot! She shouldn’t have let her mind wander like that! And now Benedict was looking at her expectantly with those luminous blue eyes and she couldn’t focus her mind to remember what it is he’d asked of her.
“Yes?” She asked, fighting to stop herself from sounding so breathy.
“Excellent,” Benedict grinned with an outstretched hand.
The dance. She’d forgotten about the dance!
She briefly wondered if she could find a way out of it. Getting on that dance floor would shift everyone’s focus on to them and she already knew what people would say.
“The Bridgerton charity case.”
“Of all of the young ladies, he chose her?”
“He deserves better.”
She glanced around nervously. Everyone else was too engrossed in their own conversations to pay them any heed but those conversations would instantly stop the moment she and Benedict stepped on the dance floor alone.
And she knew that if she were to reject Benedict’s advances, her mother would kill her. Though Anthony was but a Viscount, his fortune was considerable large. His father before him had managed their estate well and Anthony was known to make cunning investments that grew their already large fortune, a fortune that would also provide cushy lives for the rest of his brothers. Perhaps not the large estate of a Duke but certainly nothing to scoff at. And Y/N didn’t doubt for one second that the rest of the Bridgerton brothers weren’t as smart as Anthony was when it came to their finances.
It’s why Y/N had constantly heard her mother’s say, “you will marry a Duke or a Bridgerton. Anything less is unacceptable.”
Luckily for Y/N, her mother wasn’t around to see her reject Benedict.
Still, with the way Benedict looked at her, it was hard to say no.
“Just one dance,” Y/N ceded with a sigh, slipping her gloved hand onto his.
His smile widened considerably. “You mustn’t be nervous.”
“Easy for you to say,” Y/N huffed. “You look perfect everywhere you go.”
“Oh?”
Damn. Damn damn damn. Damn the world. Damn herself. And damn Benedict Bridgerton.
“You think I look perfect?” He asked, cocking a brow in question.
“U-uh, I m-mean, that is to say, I don’t—“
“You truly must calm your nerves, my lady,” Benedict said with a chuckle as he pulled her to her feet and led her to the dance floor. “I am only teasing.”
Y/N could hear the stream of gossip stop as members of the ton watched them. There was a pregnant pause and then the chatter began once again. She couldn’t hear the full conversations but she heard enough.
“…fat…”
“…ugly…undeserving…”
“…he is too kind…”
It made Y/N want to curl up into a ball so that the earth may open up and swallow her whole.
“Pay them no heed,” Benedict muttered as he pulled her close, his hand resting on the small of her back as his other hand found hers. “Focus only on us. And tonight, you look beautiful.”
“Only tonight?” Y/N joked in a bid to ease the coil of tension tightening around her core.
“Every night.” Benedict’s tone was too serious to be called teasing.
Soon the new music started, washing away the ton’s horrible words. She could still feel their watchful eyes on her skin, felt the way they judged her.
“Focus on me,” Benedict muttered before he began their dance by swaying them back and fort.
She let the music fill her, weaving through the muscles in her body. Their dance was a complicated one and though she wasn’t an accomplished dancer by any sense of the word, with Benedict leading it was hard to fail.
In and out, push and pull, with complicated lifts and turns yet somehow always finding their way back to each other. It was as if their bodies were magnetized, attracted only to the other. As the music swelled, she forgot all about the gossiping ton and their prying eyes. Instead she only felt Benedict’s body heat, the hard chords of muscles hidden beneath his jacket, his hands steady around her waist.
His gaze on her felt soft, like staring at the afterglow of of dusk. She was never much of a drinker but Benedict always had the ability to make her feel drunk, as though each of her inhibitions left her the moment his luminous blue eyes landed on her.
When the last notes of the song echoed between them and Y/N and Benedict detached from each other to curtsy and bow at one another, the entire ballroom erupted into applause.
A soft gasp left Y/N’s lips. She’d completely forgotten about the ton watching them with Benedict commanding all of her attention.
She raised her head, meeting Benedict’s eyes once more.
“You were marvelous,” Benedict muttered with a grin as he took her hand and placed a chaste kiss against it before leading her out of dance floor. The ton’s eyes had grown less hostile and more appreciative on and, for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt exhilarated.
“I would like to call on you tomorrow, Ms. Y/L/N.” Benedict said, letting his voice be carried throughout the ballroom. His words brought on another wave of whispers. “If you would let me?”
Y/N was absolutely sure she would be the center of gossip tomorrow. Perhaps until the end of the season if Benedict’s intentions are what she thought them to be.
To call on her would mean Benedict would like to get to know her better, to suss out if she would make a good wife or not. And with him a Bridgerton and her a lowly Y/L/N, they would make waves with the ton. She could practically feel Cressida Cowper glaring daggers at her back.
But she didn’t care about that right now. She was still riding the high of their beautiful dance. She was no great beauty, that much was true. But with Benedict, she felt beautiful. And his opinion mattered to her more than the Queen’s and the whole ton’s combined.
“Of course you may call on me, Mr. Bridgerton,” she said graciously, ignoring her fast beating heart. “I’ll have the cook prepare that raspberry marmalade you enjoy so much.”
Benedict grinned. “I am much obliged. I shall see you tomorrow. I hope you have a good evening.” He took her hand again, placing another gentle kiss on her knuckles before he straightened and walked away.
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Bella Notte
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary: A moonlight lake swim with Benedict
Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, innocence/corruption kink, first-time kissing, breast fondling, fingering, penis touching (i.e. first second and third base activities lol), romantic I guess?
Word Count: 2.9k
Authors Note: this is a very overdue fic request for my dear Emmy @iboopedyournose that she sent over DM many months ago. (Request: romantic moonlight swim with Benedict that leads to something steamy 😉😋). I don't know if there's enough romance here. I hope so. Also I’m sorry, I just wrote this now; I'm a bad friend. I hope you enjoy <3 (PS I almost subtitled this Innocence: underwater edition)
It’s after midnight when you and Benedict secretly steal down to the water's edge at Aubrey Hall. This is your first time unchaperoned with your intended; even just meeting him in the dead of night in the hallway seemed thrilling. But when he suggests you go to the lake, your whole body shivers at the prospect—not only for the clandestine time alone but also for the chance to dip a toe into the cool water, such a tempting prospect after an unrelentingly stifling hot July day.
The setting is stunning, the trees surrounding you a beautiful silhouette under a blanket of stars, the milky white waxing moon reflecting upon the mirror-smooth surface of the lake.
Benedict squeezes your hand and catches your eye.
“Shall we?” his buttery voice is such an alluring temptation you can’t resist.
“We shouldn’t…,” you demure.
“That, my dear fiancee, is not exactly a no,” he murmurs, releasing your hand to strip off his shirt, revealing a toned chest that makes you bite your cheek.
“You first,” you whisper, a light breeze ruffling the strands of hair around your face as you watch him raise an eyebrow and reach for the buttons on his britches.
“If you wish to remain innocent, avert your eyes,” he suggests playfully.
You inhale sharply and spin around to face the house, your cheeks aflame, but your eyes cut to the side, half hoping to catch a furtive glimpse of your husband-to-be’s naked body. You hear the rustle of clothing being shed and then the splash of water as he seems to throw himself in bodily. The moan he makes as he surfaces does things to your insides that you don't fully understand, steadfastly still facing away.
“You may turn around now,” he calls, bemused, “I am concealed by the water.”
You slowly spin around to see him standing upright and almost choke. The waterline hugs low on his hips. So dangerously low there is dark thatch of hair peaking above the surface. And above it, acres of toned, muscular, very male torso painted with water droplets. You know you are staring—you know you are probably slack-jawed. Your gaze eventually reaches his face, and it's sin personified. He knows exactly what he is doing to you, teasing you, his hair slicked back against his head, emphasising the handsome lines of his face.
“Are you coming in too, or is this merely a spectator’s sport for you?” he intones, that lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You are so troublesome, Mr Bridgerton,” you murmur, trying to school your expression, but you just end up biting your lip, very much wishing for a fan as you feel your face heating.
“I promise nothing untoward,” he offers chivalrously, holding out a hand to beckon you in, “unless you want it,” the dusky addition makes your stomach flip.
He turns around and shoots you a sultry look over his shoulder before jumping up and diving back down into the water in a perfect fluid motion…. Giving you an eyeful of a very pert, very shapely, naked bottom as he does so.
“Dear god…” you exhale, looking skyward, knowing this will test your willpower, but somehow still drawn inexorably towards the water. After all, it has been such a HOT day; this will cool your body like nothing else.
As he swims away, you strip off your light silk robe to your white cotton nightgown and place a foot into the water.
The rocks under your toes are cool, smooth and slightly mossy. It feels heavenly. And so you wade in, the ground falling away fast, and by the time you are four paces from the edge, the water tickles against the apex of your thighs, and you sigh. The cold tamping, the fiery heat you feel there, mainly due to the man making his way back to you in a leisurely breaststroke, a smile on his face.
“So glad you decided to join me,” he lilts. “It's so refreshing, is it not?”
“Yes,” you sigh, moving deeper so the water is up around your waist, your nightdress starting to float up and away from your body. “Such a balm,” you add.
He hums in agreement and tips his head back, looking up at the moon.
“The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, and they did make no noise, in such a night.” his delivery wistful.
“Shakespeare,” you breathe, your heart speeding up at the lyrical words he speaks from memory.
“Indeed,” he looks over at you, his eyes soft. “I enjoy nothing more than the truths he reveals so poetically. How he talks of beauty, nature, all the range of human emotions, and love,” he expands, moving closer, little waves of water buffering against your breast as he wades shallower and you deeper, drawn inescapably to him.
He takes your hand from the surface and bends down slightly to kiss the back of it, his warm lips grazing your knuckles a contrast to the cool water dripping from your fingertips. Your breath catches in your throat at this simple move. You want to say something in response, but somehow all of your vocabulary seems inadequate, and you feel quite tongue-tied.
“Come, swim with me,” he prompts softly, pulling you into the deeper water, and you let your feet float up from the ground.
Your nightgown pooling in diaphanous layers around you, the cool water seeping into every crevice of your body, making you feel calm and soothed for the first time since this insatiable heatwave began. You start to move in a leisurely stroke keeping up with Benedict as he glances over and smiles at you encouragingly.
The moon, the sound of water moving gently over your limbs, the rustle of the trees and the trace of scent wafting from the nearby rose garden all make for a wonderous moment, and you roll onto your back, staring at the stars.
“Thank you for this,” you say quietly as you both slow, nearing the middle of the lake.
“It is my pleasure,” he assures.
“It is very romantic,” you murmur, knowing your cheeks blush at your words. “The setting, I mean,” you quickly amend for some reason, somehow reticent to express romantic feelings.
“Not just the setting has to be romantic,” he offers, his voice low as he moves closer again.
You have to put your feet back onto the stony bottom to not feel unmoored by the tone and the sultry look in his eyes. The water is up to your neck almost.
“Benedict,” his name a sigh from your lips, even though you are unsure why you say it. A reflex, a call to him, a warning, even you do not know. All you feel is the heart beating wildly against your ribcage as he crowds into you.
“Y/n,” he purrs, and even in the water, you feel suddenly flushed. “Im going to kiss you,” he whispers, almost a warning, giving you a chance to move away.
Instead, you hold his molten gaze, equally excited and nervous about the prospect. Apart from a few chaste hand kisses, you have done nothing more in all your years on this earth.
“Okay…” you exhale shakily.
And then there is a large hand cupping your whole face, tilting you up to look at him. This close, he is so handsome, all cheekbones and strong jaw. You just freeze like a rabbit in the crosshairs. There is a warm gust of air over your nose as he breathes out, and then soft lips damp land on yours.
Something fires in your chest like a gun, and your eyelids flutter shut. Then he is pressing harder, more insistent, moving his lips against yours. Unsure of what else to do or how to catalogue what is happening, you try to mirror his movements, pushing back with your closed lips up onto your tiptoes—a noise from deep within his body thrills every inch of your being. Arms band tight around your body, you are pulled against a solid warm chest, and your whole world explodes into fireworks behind your closed eyes. You can't help the gasp over his mouth, and his responding deep chuckle vibrates your entire being.
“Darling, I haven't even kissed you properly yet,” his tone dripping with bemusement as he speaks against your lips.
“What do you mean?” you stutter, trying to adjust to being in his strong embrace.
“Do you know what a true kiss feels like?” his question is so dark and smooth it hypnotises you.
“No,” you answer, breathing a little heavy.
“You are about to.”
His lips are back, and this time he opens his mouth, the hot wave of moisture, heat and taste taking you by surprise. His tongue rolls against your lips. You squeak, and on instinct, your mouth opens under his. Now it is massaging against yours, and there is a molten hot tingle between your legs. What on earth is he doing to you? You feel drunk, overwhelmed, just so much taste, sight, smell and just him. It seems apt you are in a lake seeing as you feel like you are drowning in him.
He breaks away slowly, and as you reopen your eyes, he smiles at you.
“How was that?” even you can detect the pride in his tone, knowing exactly how affected you are.
“Wonderful,” you respond honestly, and he beams at you.
And then he is kissing you again. The same passionate way. And then again. Over and over, your lips meet; minutes blur into each other. Exploring each other's mouths, his hand tender on your jaw.
“Would you like to know more?” There is no way you can resist that dark honeyed tone.
“Yes,” you sigh, desperate to understand what awaits you once you are married.
The hand around your jaw slips lower, fingers trailing over your neck as he holds your gaze. You can't look away, but your breath speeds up as that hand feels so heavy travels lower, fingers trailing your collarbone and then sinking lower, mapping your sternum as your chest rises and falls quicker than before. That crooked grin unfurls as he moves his hand to the right and cups your breast over your now translucent nightgown. You inhale sharply as your body responds, blood running hot. And then his fingertips trace over your nipple, and you moan lightly in your throat.
“Yes, darling,” it's gravelly, and his face is one of understanding for your plight and sheer carnal delight that he is the cause.
His other hand moves from around your waist, mapping your side until it mirrors the actions of his other hand on your other breast, and you practically swoon against him.
“Benedict,” you utter his name shakily, his smile turning predatory.
“My darling wife-to-be, your body was made for me,” he murmurs. “Look how well your breasts fit into my hands.”
You bite your lip as you look down at the beguiling site of his huge hands holding your body; something ablaze inside you, liquid and volcanic. It makes you want to pull up and wrap your legs around his body, press him into the middle of your thighs, into that tugging ache.
“Show me more,” you plead, looking into his eyes, watching his pupils rapidly dilate and his tongue dart out to lick his bottom lip.
Then one of his hands moves to the buttons in the middle of your nightgown and flicks open a button. And then another. And another. And another. All the while, his fingers trace the slit of skin revealed down to your navel. His hands land on your shoulders, pushing the two sides of your nightgown apart and sliding it down over your arms.
Under the water, you are now topless. Your skin breaks into goosebumps that have nothing to do with the water temperature but everything to do with the man in front of you.
Then you are wrenched back into his strong embrace and stunned into silence at the feel of his naked chest crushing yours—so solid, so smooth, your nipples pebbling so hard under his contours.
His lips find your neck, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders, hands mapping the lithe tone, the play of muscle under your fingertips.
You can scarcely believe something this good is possible. You have heard married women talk of needing to submit to the will of their husband's desires. But if this is anything close to what they mean, you wholeheartedly disagree. You want to submit to him utterly. Completely. He can do this to you as much as he wants.
“I will,” he responds fiercely into your skin, and you realise you must have said your last thought aloud. “Darling, I will kiss and hold you and do so many wonderful things every day if you will allow me.”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Benedict,” you vow.
His responding groan right into your ear makes every inch of your body tingle.
“Darling, my sweet, you have no idea what you are saying yet, but god, I hope that is true,” he sounds so fervent, so very overwrought.
“Are you distressed, Benedict?” you blurt out, pulling his face between your hands and looking into his eyes, worried about how agitated he seems.
“No, my love,” he reassures, “this is passion; this is need. I want to do so many many things with you. But we should not until we are married.”
“Are there not things we can do before we are married to help with your need?” so curious to know more.
He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. “I can hold you, and we can touch in places, briefly….” It sounds so taboo your blood runs hot.
“Where?” you breathe onto his cheeks.
“Between our legs,” he mutters back.
“I ache there,” you confess, “when you kiss me.”
He groans again and licks his lips; eyes still screwed shut. “That is wonderful news, my love. That is how it should be; it means you desire me as much as I desire you.”
“How will I know that you desire me?”
He grabs your wrist from around his neck and guides your hand slowly underwater. Then he presses your hand against something large, hard, and entirely unlike what you have between your legs. Your eyes go wide; your mouth falls open. Your hand on hot, steely flesh.
“That,” he rumbles, his eyes flaring open, stare piercing yours, “that is how you know I desire you, my love.”
“Wh.. what is that?” you gasp.
“That is my cock, and when we are married, it goes inside you,” he explains breathily as he presses your palm more forcefully into it, rocking his hips slightly.
“What? Where?” you are completely non-plussed.
He pulls your hand away and slides it between your legs, the layers of your nightgown billowing in a ring around your waist.
“Right here,” he intones softly, and you gasp as he pushes your middle finger up and into your body, his grip on your hand so tight.
“It won't fit,” you fret.
“It will,” he soothes, releasing your wrist, “look, it can take my finger and yours.”
That is all the warning he gives before his long elegant digit plunges into your channel, flanking yours. You inhale staccato in shock and awe at the feeling.
“You are so very tight,” his voice at once reedy, “but I assure you, my love, I will fit. That is the marital act,” he adds, slowly withdrawing his fingers and yours.
“THAT is the marital act?!?” your mind still reeling from what has just transpired. “I have heard rumours that I must allow you to do things to me for ‘the marital act’. But... but I had no idea; I had heard it is unpleasant but short.” you frown, confused.
He huffs a laugh and grabs your jaw, pulling you against him so close his cock brands hot against your belly.
“It shall be neither, I assure you of that. You will demand, and receive, from me pleasure. At length.” Something in the way he says it stokes a fire inside you that cannot wait until that day. “But until then…” he sighs, pulling away, “we must resist further temptation, my love. As much as I want nothing more than to wrap your hand around my cock and push my fingers into your body, it is not fair to defile you as such yet.”
You pout at him as he reluctantly hauls your nightgown onto your shoulders beneath the surface. He has teased you with what awaits, and you are now hungry for more.
But he kisses your lips chastely and turns back to look at the house. “We should probably swim back to shore and depart for our beds. Now that we are cooled down,” he adds with a wink.
“Speak for yourself,” you grouse uncharacteristically, refastening your buttons. “I may well be feeling more flushed now than I was before I stepped into the lake. No thanks to you.”
You have never shown your sassy side to Benedict before, always trying to play the demure fiancee your family has lectured you to be. But with everything that has happened, you feel unable to school your real personality from flaring out of you.
And the look he gives you is everything. It is desire, fascination and surprise all wrapped into one handsome raised eyebrow. You want to bathe in it.
“Oh, Mrs Bridgerton,” your upcoming name dripping syllable by decadent syllable from his lips, “such a sharp tongue. We will have plenty of fun putting that to very good use, I assure you.”
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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)-(Part 4/?)
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Summary: Benedict and (Y/N) are the talk of the Ton, and Lord Belby doesn't like it one bit. His plans seem to fall apart, but he is soon plotting something else.
Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Violet Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Anthony Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
(Y/L/N)=Your last name
Warnings: Some arguing, but mostly fluff
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(A/N: I finished Season 2 of Bridgerton a while back, but what did everyone think? It didn’t have me as gripped as the first season but I still really enjoyed it, my obsession for Benedict has come racing back! I’m also so sorry for the wait, I actually didn’t realise how long it had been since the last part!)
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“An invitation has arrived for you ma’am.” a maid announced to Violet as she entered the drawing room.
Violet thanked her as she opened the delicate paper, a smile appearing when she read it.“Lady Danbury is throwing a Summer Day at her estate!”
Eloise, who was in her usual spot with a book, rolled he eyes, knowing she would be up for another night of looking for suitors. Benedict’s attention was caught now, wondering if (Y/N) would also be there. The other Bridgerton’s were not as fussed about the event, at least there would be games to pass the time.
“Oh how lovely. Oh, Eloise, that new dress of yours would do very well for this event, the new one Madame Delacroix made-”
“Yes.” Eloise snapped, a sarcastic smile on her face.“Thank you for still dressing me mama, even at this age.”
Violet huffed.“You seemed so vibrant at the (Y/L/N)’s art event last week, I would like to see it again.”
“We will all attend mother. It will be another chance for Benedict to meet with Lady (Y/N).” Anthony smirked.
Benedict hoped he wasn’t blushing as much as he thought he was.
“Of course dear, I didn’t forget about her.”
“You two seemed to be getting along quite well.” Collin pointed out.
“Yes, I suppose we did.” Benedict replied, finding himself getting embarrassed.
“She truly is a beautiful woman, smart and kind too.” Violet beamed.
“I was surprised she wasn’t deemed the diamond of the season.” Hyacinth said.
Benedict smiled at his sister’s words. How right she was. But it also made him glad, because it meant that not all men were flocking to her, well, not as quickly anyway. He had never been interested in a woman like this before. He always brushed off the idea of marriage until Anthony was wed, but it seemed he was going to be the first brother to marry. Benedict wanted to speak to her all the time, hold her, paint her, write poetry about her; and he had been so close to kissing her.
“How sweet of you to say.” Violet smiled at her youngest.“Now, Benedict dear,” she sat beside him,“we need to make a plan-”
“Oh mother, I do not need to plan how I will speak with Lady (Y/N).” Benedict sighed.
“I have no doubt that your conversation flows freely, it is the other suitors you need to be wary of. You said yourself how many there were when she was called upon.”
“I don’t think he needs to worry about that.” Eloise spoke up.“Lady (Y/N) has a mind of her own, she will be having this same conversation with her parents.”
“Well, let us hope you are right, Eloise. I personally would not let this woman get away if I were you Benedict.”
(Y/N) felt tense at her family breakfast, hating how the seating arrangement had been made. She had not realised that Lord Belby would be staying with them for the week, his excuse was that it was in the final stages of being refurbished, and he wanted to see his home for the first time in all its glory. So when (Y/N) saw Lord Belby seated across from her at breakfast, she found it hard to keep herself composed.
She tried to hide behind the latest issue of Lady Whistledown, only to be more disappointed when she saw she had wasted her ink on Lord Belby.
'And dear reader, we have a new face amongst us in the Ton. The creative Lord Belby introduced himself at the (Y/L/N)'s Art Exhibition, and it seemed he has caught the attention of many young ladies already. He has already achieved what many gentlemen this season have failed to do; gain a woman's undivided attention.'
(Y/N) slipped the paper under herself on the chair, she didn't want to give Belby a chance to read it, it would only boost his already enormous ego.
Her parents did not know of his rudeness at their event, she thought it would disappoint them to see her disrespecting their guest. And Benedict was not here to save her today, she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.
“Lady Danbury has issued out invitations, she is holding a Summer Day.” Lady (Y/L/N) told the table.
“What a marvelous way to head into the summer season.” Lord Belby said, and (Y/N) wanted to roll her eyes.
“Well, I should hope a certain Lord Bridgerton will be in attendance.”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile widely at her mother who was also excited.
“Now darling, we mustn’t get too ahead of ourselves.” Lord (Y/L/N) said.“He is only one of the many possibilities on the table.”
“I don’t see this as a bad thing. They get along very well.”
“They have met twice.”
“And they will meet many more times this season. (Y/N), we shall head to the modiste this afternoon.”
“You don’t have a dress already?”
“Not for this occasion, especially when (Y/N) could be speaking with her future husband.”
Belby quietly chuckled.“Not Lord Bridgerton I hope.”
“And why not, Lord Belby?” (Y/N) finally spoke.
“Well, after that scandal with his younger sister and the Duke last season-”
“Oh, forgive me for speaking out, Lord Belby,” (Y/N)’s mother giggled,“but no one cares about that anymore. And they are a very happy family. Besides, that will all be forgotten about once (Y/N) and Lord Benedict Bridgerton are the newest couple.”
Lord Belby only humoured his hosts, not wanting to be rude. He thought it would be easy to persuade the mother that he was a perfect match for their daughter, the father took no convincing (not when Belby flaunted his wealth), though know he had a challenge on his hands. Maybe if he had gone to the ball prior to his art exhibition, he might have nabbed one of the prettiest girls in the Ton before this Brigderton boy. There was still time.
Madame Delacroix had a satisfied smile on her face as the (Y/L/N)'s walked in. The mother was obsessed with dressing her daughter in the finest and most up to date dresses, meaning more money for the seamstress. (Y/N) did love looking elegant too, and seeing as she had Benedict to impress, she was more invested in the fabrics than usual. Just as Madame Delacroix started sizing up the young woman for another dress, the bell above the door rang again, turning the ladies' heads.
"Ah, Lady Bridgerton, I shall be just a moment." Delacroix smiled.
"Thank you." Violet replied as she approached."Lady (Y/L/N), Lady (Y/N), this is a lovely surprise."
Eloise could have rolled her eyes. Violet had forced Eloise to go shopping with her, before she and the couch became fused, she was always sat there with a book. They had no reason to come into the modiste, but Violet saw an opportunity to know her potential in-laws better.
"My, (Y/N), that colour looks radiant on you." Violet complimented.
(Y/N) grinned, hiding her slight nerves."Thank you. Eloise, are you here for a new dress?"
"No, I have far too many at home as it is." she said without thinking, knowing her mother had just sent her a look.
(Y/N) hid her laughter, but smiled knowingly at Eloise
"No we are just here for some accessories, aren't we?" Violet said.
"Well, seeing as Lady Danbury is having a lovely Summer Day, we thought it was a good excuse to buy another dress." (Y/N)'a mother joked.
"Yes, we are also in attendance. I do hope we run into each other again."
"I have no doubt we will all be spending time with a Bridgertin or two."
The mothers may as well have winked at each other, giddy at the thought of their children seeing one another again. Eloise just smiled at (Y/N) before she was dragged away, everyone knew her and Benedict liked each other, why were they being so secretive?
The three eldest Bridgerton boys used the sunny weather to their advantage, brushing up on their fencing skills. Benedict was supposed to be the umpire on the sides as Colin and Anthony sparred, but he couldn't concentrate.
"That was clearly a foul!" Anthony huffed."Benedict, are you not paying attention?"
Benedict shook his head, as if he were shaking off something."Sorry, I was simply daydreaming."
"Probably about the Lady (Y/N)." Colin teased.
"I know you like her brother but could you please give us your time just for fencing?"
"I actually wasn't thinking about her." Benedict slightly lied."I was wondering about Lord Belby."
Colin relaxed onto the nearby bench, much to Anthony's annoyance."Oh, I didn't know you had called on him as well."
"Very funny. What do you two know about him?"
"Well," Anthony knew that the activity had stopped now,"he's not a very good gentleman, and that's putting it lightly."
"How do you mean?"
"He is good with the ladies, but that only means he talks to and uses a lot of them. And I mean proper ladies, not ladies of the night."
"A dishonourable man living in the (Y/L/N)'s home, and they don't even know it."
"No, I'm sure Lord (Y/L/N) knows nothing about that side of him. His daughter certainly wouldn't be around Belby, that's for sure."
"You are worried he will try to woo her, aren't you?" Colin asked.
"I mean, yes, a little, but I know she doesn't like him."
"Then you have nothing to be worried about."
"It just doesn't seem right."
"Well, lucky for you, she seems to dote on you for some reason. We all know you two will be attached by the arm at Lady Danbury's next event."
The Ton was buzzing as everyone invited to the Summer Day made their way to Lady Danbury's estate. Would Lady Whistledown write about today? Or more specifically, would she write more about the new Lord Belby or the next potential engagement?
(Y/N) found it hard to keep her breathing steady as they walked out to the garden. Thee were lots of people looking at her, strangers who she had never spoken to were suddenly making small talk. Her parents were taking it all in, enjoying the attention, their daughter was the talk of the ton. Belby had also tagged along (well, technically he was invited), meaning (Y/N) clung to her mother's arm. She didn't want to give Belby a chance to grab her. It seemed her mother didn't mind either, she actually didn't want Belby near her daughter, she didn't want people getting the wrong impression that Belby now had her.
"Lady Danbury," Lady (Y/L/N) greeted as the family saw their hostess,"an exquisite day by your hand as usual."
"I appreciate the high praises from you just arriving. But I must say, I was happy with the quick response from my invitation."
"Of course, we love any event you host."
(Y/N) wished her mother wasn't so pleasing. She sounded desperate for validation.
"You are always welcome in my home. And how could I miss seeing the most talked about suitors of the ton? Imagine, my event was the day you two finally announced something special."
(Y/N)'s father nervously chuckled, ending up spluttering everywhere. The group watched him as he recovered himself.
"Lady Danbury, you are bold with your words."
She had a smirk on her face."I am excited is all."
"The pair have only spoken a couple of times-"
"If I recall correctly, wasn't there a similar couple in our midst, professing their love for each other and marrying quite swiftly? And everyone thought them to be the sweetest pairing of the year."
(Y/N) smiled at Lady Danbury, who winked back. (Y/N)'s parents had fallen in love quickly, as Lady Danbury said, everyone knew it was a solid and secure marriage that would be filled with happiness. However, the word' love' threw her for a second. She no doubt had feelings for Benedict, and she knew he felt the same, but that word had very strong meanings behind it; it wasn't a word you tossed around lightly.
"I do think Miss (Y/L/N) should like to take a walk with me. Shall we dear?" Lady Danbury was already turning away.
Before her parents (or Belby) could protest, (Y/N) scurried to the woman's side, a giddy feeling in her stomach. This woman was her saving grace.
"I felt suffocated under all that pressure, did you?" she started.
"My parents just want to make sure that they are doing their best for me."
"You are safe with me girl, you can speak your mind with no consequence."
(Y/N) was hesitant. Was this a trick? Did her parents put Lady Danbury up to this? But she so wanted to express her true feelings.
"I love my parents dearly, with all my heart, but they seem conflicted with each other on the matter of my courting."
"They are arguing?"
"No, not arguing. My father seems more hesitant than mother."
"Men always are. And your father's job is to protect you. I would not fret. You have found a good man and a doting family to marry into."
There was another big word-marriage.
"I know the Bridgerton's well. You could not have chosen better."
"That is reasurring to hear."
"When you're young, you think your parents know everything, that they are avke to make all your decisions for you. But that's not the case when it comes to love. You have to be sure that you want to be with this person for the rest of your life. And that can only be decided by you. Do not let others influence you."
(Y/N) sighed."It's a big decision."
"You are having second thoughts about your suitor?"
"No!" she had exclaimed all too quickly."No, I don't. Which I why I'm confused. I don't know why I am so nervous if I'm sure that I like him and that he feels the same about me. Surely I should be calm and collected, I have nothing to worry about."
"You don't. But unlike a lot of people here, you are not just marrying for money. You are lucky that your parents wanted you to be happy. You're nervous because you have taken a liking to the Bridgerton boy, you don't want anything to ruin what you have. There's a lot to think about, and it doesn't help that you have all eyes on you. Especially Lady Whistledown."
"No, it hasn't. That's the only thing I wish we didn't have, everyone asking us questions about our courtship. Or pretending to he our friends just to get the gossip."
Lady Danbury and (Y/N) had walked to a more secluded area, they were still in sight of everyone, but the guests were situated around the refreshments, cakes, games, music and their own circles of friends.
"You have a good head on your neck girl, you are not blind to the way our society works. Do not doubt yourself or what you want. Don't let other influence your decisions when it comes to love."
(Y/N) nodded.
"By any chance, do you know much your guest, Lord Belby?"
"Besides the fact that he is egotistical and thinks himself better than others?" She gasped, realising how rude she sounded."I have spoken out of line, I apologise Lady Danbury-"
"Just as I suspected. And I am glad you voiced your opinion truthfully. I don't trust him. But it seems your father does."
Lady Danbury looked back to the Lord in question, seeing that he was already watching. It clicked for her that Belby was here for more than a bit of representation. Another figure caught her eye in the distance, a familiar family entering her garden.
"Well, it seems we must end our talk, Miss (Y/L/N)."
The young girl followed her gaze. Oh goodness, would her heart ever steady?
"Come, let me escort you to him."
(Y/N) was glad she hadn't sipped on any lemonade yet, she would have hiccups from the nerves. Lady Danbury seemed to be making haste, walking far too fast for (Y/N)'s liking.
Violet spotted her friend and future daughter-in-law straight away. Dragging Benedict forward, they met the pair, the rest of the Bridgertons catching up to their mother.
"Lady Danbury." Violet grinned.
"Ah, the Bridgertons are here, the party can really start now."
"(Y/N), don't you look beautiful. Benedict, doesn't she look lovely?"
All eyes darted to him. He was stuttering over his words, flustered that everyone was being so awkward about this."Yes, yes she does."
(Y/N) kept her smile, hiding her disappointnent in his words.
"I believe Lord and Lady (Y/L/N) want to speak with you. Shall I take you to them?"
"Why yes, of course."
The two ladies were laughing as they walked away, no doubt diving into a thorough conversation about the match. (Y/N) was nervous with the rest of the Bridgertons family standing before her, including some she had not yet met.
"Oh, (Y/N), you have yet to meet the rest of my family. This is Daphne, the eldest of my sisters, and the two youngest, Gregory and Hyacinth."
"Lovely to meet you all."
(Y/N) hadn't met the youngest before but she had spoken to Daphne briefly in her season. It was silly, but at a cafe, (Y/N) had ordered a cake as she usually did (she had an undeniable sweet tooth), only to offer it to Daphne when she saw how upset she was at the other table.
"Have we met before?" Daphne asked, trying to place (Y/N)'s face.
"Oh, yes, we have actually." (Y/N) was glad she was the one to bring it up."I gave you the last chocolate cake at that cafe, you looked like you were having a bad day, and after the waitress told you that there was no more cake left, I had to give it to you."
How could Benedict not melt at that? She truly had a heart of gold.
"Yes of course! You didn't look like you wanted to give it away."
"No, I must say, when it comes to sweet things, I am not one to share."
"Oh how peculiar that we meet again in these circumstances."
"We are going to play bowling brother." Hyacnith announced to Anthony before her and Gregory ran off.
"Shall we take a walk?" Benedict held his arm out to (Y/N).
"Why don't we all join you?" Anthony suggested.
"Brother-"
"It is a lovely garden to walk around, is it not sisters? Daphne could help me look for Eloise's potential suitors. "
Eloise's eyes shot wide open, suddenly looking for an escape. Daphne knew Anthony was only doing this because he wanted to know more about (Y/N), though she also knew that the couple wanted more time together. When Daphne tried to deter her brother's plan, he just linked his arm with hers and Eloise's, before walking away. Benedict sighed as they followed, their arms linked too.
"I am sorry about him. My brother doesn't understand how rude he can be sometimes."
"I understand. He just wants to know who I am. If I had any brothers I'm sure they would be the same."
Benedict looked down at her, and she met his eyes, blushing under his stare."You look exquisite today. I am sorry I did not tell you earlier, I was-"
"Bashful?"
"Yes, I guess I was. You are glowing."
Lady Danbury didn't hide her feelings as Lord Belby voice his opinions on (Y/N)'s courtship.
"Even Lord (Y/L/N) has said that it is far too soon to be making any decisions."
Lord (Y/L/N) found himself stuck for words once again."I-I didn't quite say it like that."
"I can count on one hand how many times they have met."
"Lord Belby, you seem to be very involved with Miss (Y/N)'s love life. I did not realise you were family." Lady Danbury said.
"I am not."
Violet did not like how forward he was."I think (Y/N) and my son are quite well matched."
"So do I." Lady (Y/L/N) added, giving Violet a small nod. They were definitely on the same page.
"I didn't say that. But (Y/N) should keep her options open whilst deciding."
"For who? For you?" Lady Danbury could play this game.
"Why not? I am an eligible gentleman aren't I?"
"A gentleman indeed."
"I think the ladies are in need of some refreshments, shall we Belby?" Lord (Y/L/N) ushered him away."You're going to mess this up if you keep speaking out of term."
"I'm messing this up? You're the one who promised me your daughter's hand!"
"Well, that was before she fell for this Bridgerton."
"So stop it. You're her father."
"I don't want to!"
"What about our deal? The entrepreneurs I was going to bring to you?"
"I don't need your help Lord Belby. I just thought I could kill two birds with one stone; marry my daughter and get some money. But after seeing her with the Bridgerton boy, I can't break her heart like that. And I have enough money, I don't need yours or anyone else's. Our deal is over."
Lord (Y/L/N) swiftly left, hoping Belby wouldn't come after him. He didn't, but he was angry. Why weren't things going his way like they usually did? What happened to his charm? Why did (Y/N) want Benedict when Belby could be so much more interesting for her? It was nonsense.
However, Belby didn't like losing. He refused to lose. So as he tried to call himself down, a devious plan formed in his head once he spotted Eloise Bridgerton, all alone, seeming to be sneaking away from the party. A wicked smirk twisted onto his face as he went after her. A young woman like that shouldn't be alone, anyone could come along and do something to her.
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Perfect wife… or mistress?
Pairing: Anthony Bridgertonxreader/Bedenict Bridgertonxreader
Summary: You go to have tea at your friend Eloise's house, and her older brothers seem to have some interest in you.
Warnings: None
Note:It may be that I do two other parts, but they are two alternatives. I mean, one where you end up with Anthony and another with Benedict, if you liked how this fic turned out.
You swore you were going to pass out any minute.
An unbearable heat had settled over the City of London. And you, like all high society ladies, had splendid clothes to envy. These days you hated them.
You would quickly fan your fan of your family's distinctive color, trying not to let the sweat show on your face, as you looked out at the streets of Mayfair, sitting in your carriage. It seemed to take you forever to reach the residence of your friend Eloise Bridgerton.
You met when you were introduced into society at Queen Charlotte's ball. Your mother, as her only firstborn, was anxious to introduce you to every gentleman who came to speak to you. At first, you didn't mind, but there came a time when you felt suffocated, the corset was tighter than usual, and the sleeves of your dress itched. You needed air. When you finished dancing with a gentleman with an important title you did not know, you said goodbye and almost ran out, pretending not to.
Not far from you, a young woman was sitting on a bench, staring into the void. You recognized her, Eloise Bridgerton, sister of Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and Benedict Bridgerton, you knew because you had heard your cousins talking about them, eager for one of them to be her husband.
You noticed that she looked lonely, maybe, like you, overwhelmed. Carefully, hoping not to disturb her, you approached her and greeted her with a small "hello," not knowing that it would turn into a long conversation about hating this dance and the society in which you lived, the beginning of a friendship.
And there you were, going to her residence for tea.
Inside Aubrey Hall, in the living room to be exact, they sat on the sofa, Benedict drawing on a sheet of paper and Anthony reading the newspaper. Eloise was sitting next to a table with desserts and a tea set, writing in her notebook, eagerly awaiting your arrival.
Benedict frowned at her and said with a smile, "Are you expecting a suitor, Sister?"
Eloise gave him her characteristic smile and closed her notebook.
"No, I am expecting Lady Hartford," she said.
"Who is Lady Hartford?"
"My new friend I met at Queen Charlotte's ball."
"Did she introduce herself at the ball?" asked Anthony suddenly.
Benedict laughed.
Eloise was about to answer him, but was interrupted when the servant announced your arrival. Those in the room rose, Anthony quicker. They entered and Eloise walked excitedly up to them.
Anthony and Benedict couldn't take their eyes off you. You were dazzling, exquisite, beautiful….
Anthony thought that with your beauty, you would make the perfect wife.
Benedict thought that with your beauty you would be the perfect muse.
You bowed slightly as Eloise introduced them, bringing them out of their trance. When you saw them, you agreed with your cousins. These men were attractive and a good choice for husbands. But you erased those thoughts when you remembered the reason you were invited, and that one of their sisters was your new friend.
"Eloise, your house is beautiful," you complimented.
"Thank you. Now come," Eloise said as she walked over to the table of desserts and tea.
"The heat is unbearable," you complained. You grabbed the cup, took a sip and asked, "Did any suitors visit you today?"
"Fortunately not you?"
"Yes, five," you replied, laughing as you remembered what one of them told you. "One told my mother that my hips were perfect for having heirs."
You and Eloise laughed out loud. Anthony looked up and looked at you slyly, wanting to check if the comment was true.
"Are you thinking of accepting any proposals?" asked Eloise.
"Yes. I am a woman and the only daughter of a widowed mother. It is my duty to accept any proposal." This statement did not please Eloise, "Of course, I have certain requirements for my future husband."
"Which ones?"
You began to list them… many, drawing the attention of two brothers.
Could it be that you would be the perfect wife… or mistress?
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Promenading With a Twist
A/N: Okay, here it is! My first Bridgerton fic. I hope you enjoy it. The divider I used in this was made by @firefly-graphics
Summary: Y/n Bridgerton feels it is her duty to get her eldest brother to have fun; and she takes her job very seriously.
Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Violet Bridergton, Lady Danbury, Bridgerton!Reader
Warnings: uhhh... none I can think of... maybe time period inaccuracy because there is a chance of that
Word Count: 1,292
*gif is not mine*
Y/n is the youngest child of Edmund and Violet Bridgerton, twins with Hyacinth; and her eldest brother’s worst nightmare.
Don’t get him wrong, Anthony loves his baby sister; but she holds the trophy for being able to rile her brother up the most. She can get under his skin like no one else.
Y/n believes her eldest brother is always stressed out, reading ledgers and working to provide for their family; but he never takes the time to have fun.
So Y/n made it her sole job to force her brother to have fun as much as she can.
Most of the time, she just does harmless tricks or innocently questions his actions; but sometimes she takes it too far and Benedict has to intervene between the two siblings.
Y/n Bridgerton loves spending time with her family, but she would rather be in her room alone than promenading around, watching her older siblings looking for their future partners.
Anthony is walking stiffly next to her as he watches Eloise ignore every man who attempts to talk to her, making sure Benedict sticks to her side.
“Why are you upset now, brother?”
Anthony glances down at his baby sister, hating how well she can read him. “I am not upset, Y/n.”
“Whatever you say, brother.” Y/n says with a roll of her eyes.
Anthony frowns down at her, not a fan of the attitude but knowing she is right and he shouldn’t take his annoyance at Eloise out on the young girl; so he restrains from scolding her.
That is, until Y/n starts mocking him by squaring her shoulders and marching besides him.
He lays a hand on her shoulder, stopping them both. “If you are going to mock me, you can walk with Mother and Lady Danbury.”
Y/n gapes at her brother, anger rising in her chest. “But Lady Danbury scares me!”
“Now, young lady.”
Y/n stares up at her brother, her brain trying to think of a way to convince him to take his words back, but nothing comes to mind. So with a loud huff, letting Anthony know she is upset with him, Y/n turns on her heel and starts walking to where their mother is talking with Lady Danbury.
Anthony bites back the smile threatening to show as his sister unintentionally imitates his angry walk.
There may be almost two decades in between them, but Y/n reminds Anthony of his younger self, how he was before their father died.
Y/n drags behind the two older women, reminding herself to not roll her eyes at the topic since it seems Lady Danbury has eyes in the back of her head.
She glances in between the two women, her eyes narrowing at seeing her brother laughing with some woman who she doesn’t even remember her name.
Benedict looks over his shoulder, making sure his youngest sister hasn’t run off. When Y/n is stuck with the females of the family, she takes advantage of their neglectful nature to watch the child.
Not that Benedict believes his mother is neglectful, far from it actually, but the viscountess sometimes forgets just how mischievous her youngest is.
Speaking of mischief, Benedict curses under his breath when he sees his sister’s mischievous smirk. Only trouble follows after that look. Before Benedict can make it to his sister, Y/n bumps into her eldest brother as they walk past him, causing him to lose his balance and fall into the pond.
“Y/n Bridgerton.” Benedict admonishes as he rests his hands on her shoulders.
“What?” Y/n looks up at him, smirk still in place. “He needed to cool off.” Her smirk turns into a victory smile when Benedict chuckles.
Benedict tries to stifle his laughter when his mother and Lady Danbury arrive at his side, but he knows he’s doing a terrible job at it.
“Y/n!” Violet exclaims.
“What, it was an accident.” The young girl exclaims.
Violet huffs, not believing her daughter for a moment but when she glances at her eldest who is struggling on getting out of the water, she can’t help when a small giggle escapes between her lips. She glances at her friend, relieved to see a smile on her face.
Benedict chuckles again when he sees that his mother is not angry with his sister, but smooths his features when he glances at the eldest sibling; who is just about out of the water.
“Run, run.” Benedict whispers to his little sister, gently shoving her to get her moving.
“What? Why?” Y/n questions. She was too busy gawking at her mother and Lady Danbury as both women seem amused at her antics to see her angry brother pull himself out of the water, his murderous glare aimed at her.
“Y/n, run!” Benedict pushes her this time before stepping in front of his brother who attempts to grab the running eleven year old.
“Y/n Bridgerton!” Anthony shouts, glaring at the people who are laughing and cheering on his sister who is getting away.
Benedict immediately puts his hands up, hoping to avoid his brother’s wrath when that murderous glare is now on him. “Now, brother. It was a harmless trick and-”
“Harmless?! I am soaking wet!”
Benedict bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing, but his brother sees right through him if that glare means anything.
Y/n was able to avoid her brother for the rest of the morning as she decided to ride with her friend’s family who was kind enough to drop her back off at home. Her mother will not be pleased that she rode in the carriage of another family but she needed to give her brother time to cool off before she’s within arm’s reach of him.
She slowly steps into the house, listening for any signs of her eldest sibling. She sighs in relief when all she hears are the maids getting supper ready.
She makes her way up the stairs and to her room where she immediately notices the metal bathtub in the middle of her room.
She shrieks when strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into the air.
“I think it’s time for a bath, sister.”
Y/n struggles in her brother’s arms. “Anthony, put me down!”
“Don’t worry, sister, I will.”
At her brother’s words, Y/n realizes just how much closer they are to the bathtub. “Anthony, don’t you dare! Ahh!”
Anthony laughs at his sister’s screams, folding his arms over his chest as he bends forward from laughing so hard.
Y/n wraps her arms around her body, pouting. “It’s cold.” She whines.
Anthony grows serious at his sister’s words, reminding him as to why the water is cold. “Ah yes, that’s what happens when you ride with another family and are hours late.” He leans down, his eyes stern. “Bridgertons ride together no matter what the situation is at the moment. Understand?”
Knowing her brother is right, Y/n nods her head. “Yes, brother.”
For a moment, the viscount just smiles down at his baby sister, his love for her showing in his eyes. He places a hand on her cheek. “Thank you, sister. I needed some laughter today.”
Y/n smiles up at him, glad he’s not upset her. “It was funny, wasn’t it?”
Anthony rolls his eyes as he helps her out of the bathtub. “It is now, yes.” He gently leads her away from the bathtub. “Why don’t you get out of those wet clothes and I will have a maid add some hot water for your bath.”
Y/n nods her head. “Thank you, brother.”
“Anything for you, my little sister.”
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For the Love of Fic: June 21
Here’s what I loved the last couple of weeks!
🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!
JAVIER PEÑA
Voulez-Vous by @simpingcowboy 🪐
Year of ABBA indeed. The two things I love about this fic are the way it takes the song and puts it into fic form seamlessly...and the sensory details that put me right there in that sweaty, loud Medellin club. Oh. And the way I can almost feeeeeeel Javier’s packed jeans under my fingers. nnnnnnng
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JOEL MILLER
Year of Small Joys 4 - Breathtaking Sunrise by @keldabe-kriff 🪐
A simple and lovely drabble. What Ellie sees is a real sunrise. What Joel sees is an opportunity to muse on the moment, that in another life, it would be a moment of everyday peace...
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OBERYN MARTELL
Yes You May by @grogusmum 🪐
Imagine it. Maybe you just go about your Beltane way, all flowers and ribbons and branches and such. Then you get yourself all ready for the Maypole and find yourself dancing with a handsome stranger with a sly smile and a golden robe. A stranger that wants to jump fires for you...or with you.... Yes plz.
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DIN DJARIN
Return the Favor by @ghostofskywalker 🪐
Just on the friendlier side of enemies to ... allies for now, I love the little things that give the reader some trust in Din. From running a mission for him to being given a place to crash and an offer to tag along on some more adventures, this couple’s off to a rough start, but seem to be fitting together more and more as the story goes on. I bet the adventure’s not gonna stop with these two.
Tidal Force by @the-blind-assassin-12
A mermaid AU, but the reader is the mermaid. Specifically one on Mandalore beneath the glassed-in Sea of Sundari and forever pining for the Concordian moon. There’s a reason for that though, and it all has to do with a fairytale...and I do so love a good fairytale.
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EZRA
untitled (Bangathon Ezra / Spooning) by @prolix-yuy
Really, isn’t it every girl’s dream to be yearned for by Ezra? To be lusted after by Ezra? To be woken from sleep in the hot tent you share and taken in a sweet and feral fit of need by Ezra? Kevva’s balls, this gave me the wants and the thots and the hots. Color me glad for asking...
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MAX PHILLIPS AND DIETER BRAVO
D is for Double Penetration by @butchmandalorian 🪐
You know who’s getting the double D? It’s not you. and it’s not Dieter. There’s so much kink happening here, so much play and trust and Dieter being a flirty bi king and Max being cute because he doesn’t know how to deal with all these new wants and feels... Again. @butchmandalorian‘s dom fics always push my buttons because her characters are always loving and good to each other and the trust is real. I really don’t know who to be jealous of in this fic...I want to be all of them....
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SPECIAL GUEST CORNER
BENEDICT BRIDGERTON
More Than Just a Pretty Face by @captainsophiestark 🪐
I don’t know much about the Bridgerton world, but I do love the regency period and I thoroughly enjoyed this meet cute with surprise revelation. These two are so cute together and it seems like they really do deserve some fun. What good is courting if you have to be stuffy and proper all the time? What good is being a sassy, talented woman without someone who can really appreciate it? Nice.
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PIPPIN TOOK
Free Food by @ironmandeficiency
It’s a love story and ahhhhhh you’re seeing Pip + Food and making assumptions. You would only be half right. Because when @ironmandeficiency says Year of Idiots they really chose a perfect one here. Full disclosure: There was a time I would have very much loved to have been Pip’s object of affection....and maybe this fanned a little flame for him....
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