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pixiemunsons · 2 years

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hi! i have a request!

i was wondering if you could do an addition to your just friends fic? maybe it is their wedding night and reader finally finds out what that hard thing was?

a/n; here it is! i loved this request so i had to. also this is 2.6k words and 1.6 is smut lmao what is wrong w me

also a reminder that requests are open and i’m about to start an anthony x housemaid!reader requested by @gxlden-honey 🤍

first time, benedict is very much in love, masturbation, ben is a little shit but reader is even worse

just lovers (b.b)

you've finally married your best friend. now just for the wedding night.

a smirk on his face, he grasped your left, and kissed right over your ring finger.

‘i shall see you tomorrow morning, then, my lady?’

you scoffed internally. just friends? what a fucking idiot.

───✱*.。:。✱*.:。✧*.。✰*.:。✧*.。:。*.。✱ ───

benedict admitting his feelings was, arguably, the best thing that had ever happened to you. within days of your mutual admission, the two of you were courting, and after a month he had already asked you to marry him. many in the ton whispered about your rushed wedding; you had gone from eligible to betrothed in weeks, and women everywhere were desperate to know exactly what had gone on between the two of you.

little did they know that what happened between the two of you was all you thought about.

in the lead up to your wedding day, benedict was all that was on your mind. you were looking forward to all of it; the domesticity of life as a married woman, waking up to the man you love every morning, having beautiful children. all you wanted was the bliss you saw on daphne’s face every time she looked at her husband, the love you knew that violet still felt for her deceased husband, and the playful romance that you had watched brew between anthony and kate at benedict’s side.

most of all, however, what you fantasied about was what could have happened had you and benedict been left alone that night. when your best friend had explained to you how a woman comes to be with child, he had explained that it started with kissing and progressed until the man… entered the woman. you knew nothing more other than that your mama would explain it to you the night before, and by god did you itch to know what you and benedict were to do. if you had known all those years before that it would be him with which you would do the act, you might have told him you were a visual learner.

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smoothing your nightgown over your thighs, you waited in anticipation for your mother to begin speaking. you hadn’t slept correctly in days, and right now, less than twelve hours before you were to be married, you felt almost sick with excitement and nerves. taking your hand in her own, your mother finally spoke.

‘as you are to marry, it is my duty to explain to you what will happen. you will lie in bed together at the end of the night, and he will touch you between your legs. then, he will enter you with himself, and it will hurt, but eventually you may enjoy it and come to bear children.’ you looked at your mother in shock. yes, you had an idea of what was to come, and certainly more of one than most girls your age, but you had no idea it was to hurt, or that you might enjoy it. for a long time after your mama kissed you goodnight, you led facing the ceiling, wishing you could skip all of this and finally be benedict’s wife.

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finally, finally the guests had left, left you and your husband alone. husband. you rolled the word around in your mouth, and as you followed benedict up to what was once his bedroom but had now become yours, it was all you could think to say to him.

‘husband, benedict. you’re my husband. we’re married.’ he stopped in front of the doors to his chambers, gazing down at you with an almost wistful expression, stroking your cheek ever so gently before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

‘and you are my wife, now and always.’

he pushed the doors open and you were in his room, alone. it wasn’t the first time, but this time there was no anthony coming to dismiss you for taking too long, no propped open door as you conversed and maybe, looking back on it now, flirted with one another. you’d been in this room a million times; you had helped him paint the walls, embroidered with your feet tucked underneath you on his bed, even slept in here once when benedict had insisted on taking the guest room when your carriage had broken down overnight. he told you many years later that he hadn’t changed the pillow you slept on for weeks, until the scent of your shampoo had all but vanished and he could no longer pretend you were sleeping next to him. but for now, you were mr and mrs benedict bridgerton, newlywed and glowing, and you had each other and that was enough.

he leant down to kiss you once more, cradling your jaw in his large hand but this time he tasted different, tasted of heat and desperation and lust, just like he had that night on the terrace. but this time there were no interfering mamas, no colin on watch, and you could do whatever you wanted to him. so you did. you started with his chest, one that you caught yourself looking at more often than you’d even admit to yourself. you undid the buttons one by one, admiring each new exposed inch of toned flesh and the look of innocent wonder on your face had benedict pulling himself back together before he let you take him apart. you pressed soft lips to his sternum and he shrugged his shirt off, strong arms now open to your gaze and it was almost too much. you kissed from his left bicep down to his elbow, nosing into his scent as your lips trailed down down down to his hand, where you kissed over the ring that now adorned it, smirking up at him much like he had not a month ago. he laughed down at you with his favourite lopsided smile, like he always had, and suddenly it hit you. it had never been any different; the two of you had always been destined to be here, right now in this moment, and the intensity of it left you drunk. you had read a play once, and he called it… what was it… star-crossed. and if any two people had been forged from the same star, it was the two of you.

you led benedict to the bed, sitting down with your hands on your lap as he stood above you shirtless.

‘you know, darling, as gorgeous as you look in that dress, it’s not quite fair that i’m half naked and you’re still trussed up.’ you pulled a silly face at your husband’s joking, and soon resolved that you’d show him. you might have… forgotten to wear undergarments on your top half, and when you stood up and dropped your dress, benedict’s jaw also seemed to have had some assistance from gravity.

‘cat got your to- oh!’

your humorous chastising of his staring turned into a noise you’d never heard as he sat on the bed and slotted a thigh between your legs and, placing his hands on your hips, ground you down onto it. bare chests pushed together, benedict supported all of your weight as he pressed you against him, humming triumphantly at the gasps that left your soft lips. even through your hazed pleasure, you could tell that benedict thought he had the upper hand. and that would not do.

‘f-feels good, benedict. feels like when-when i-i touch myselff,’ you moaned, writhing against him as his movements against you stuttered against you and then stopped, looking down at you with an expression like you’d told him you had two heads.

‘what did you just say?’ he demanded, a steely look in his eye as his jaw clenched. you could feel the same hard thing from that night only two months ago, and you resolved to ask him what it was once you had finished concentrating on bucking your hips, desperate for friction.

‘that night, the night we k-kissed,’ you murmured, looking into his eyes. ‘i felt… funny, between my l-legs, and i remember how you said that’s how we have babies, y’know?’ you looked up at him again, almost as if repenting and excusing your actions. ‘so i wanted to know what it was. so i t-touched it.’

benedict felt like he might start to cry. his innocent little wife, corrupted before he’d even had the chance to show her all the ways in which a woman can be pleased, and by his own hand. he could have cum right on the spot. instead, he resolved to find out further. gripping your chin, he forced you to make eye contact again, and your furtive gaze made him want to kiss you all over.

‘did it feel good?’

you were desperate by now, rubbing yourself about him, and you reached for his hip. instead, you found something long and hard, and benedict found himself making noises much like the ones you were currently emitting.

‘it did. does this?’ you enquired, toying with him from outside his pants, leaving him a squirming mess. ‘my lord, may i ask? i felt this that night, pressing against me, between my legs. what…’ you trailed off, which benedict took as his cue to continue.

‘my love, it is how i enter you. to have sex.’

sex. it was a new word, and your hips stilled as you contemplated the implications.

‘and is sex how you have babies?’ he let out a breathy chuckle and you hit his arm gently, frowning.

‘my darling, it can be a great many things.’ benedict trailed a hand down from your shoulder to your nipple, tweaking it and smirking at your cry of surprise. ‘it can be fun. it can be done on your own, like you did to yourself, you dirty girl.’ you blushed at his words. ‘it doesn’t have to make a baby. that only happens when i cum. do you know what that means, my love? did you make yourself cum?’

you shook your head. ‘i don’t think so. i did it until i started to feel weird, and then i stopped.’

‘it can be wonderful, my love. do you want me to show you?’

you nodded, and that was all he needed.

rising from the bed, benedict picked you up and then laid you down atop his bed, covering your frame with his own. placing a kiss to your sternum much like you had done to him, he kissed his way down until he was at the last piece of clothing you had on, a pair of blue underwear. daphne had handed it to you that morning, whispering something about tradition, and you had gracefully accepted. when you looked down to see benedict dragging them down with his teeth, you made a mental note to send daphne flowers. expensive ones. before you could process being naked in front of him, benedict’s tongue was in a place that your own hands had only briefly explored, and your hands shot to his messy hair as you writhed against his tongue. strong arms came up to pin your hips to the bed, and you could feel him making shapes against you with his mouth. you concentrated hard, and stars exploded behind your eyes as you worked it out; benedict bridgerton, branded by his very own tongue against his very own wife. despite his arms covering your waist, you bucked up against the intensity of his touch, and once he slid a finger inside you you were done for. you babbled cries of his name as your stomach exploded, toes curling and knees pressing either side of benedict’s head as he licked and sucked all the way through your orgasm, his hands clutching your knees as you shivered.

he worked his way up your body, pressing kisses to the inside of your knee, the dip of your hip and the peak of your ribcage before finally your sweaty forehead, looking at you with such love in your eyes it would have scared you if anyone else looked at you that way. not your benedict, however. you felt nothing but wanted.

‘did that feel good?’ you rolled your eyes once more, before rubbing a hand down his front to his pants, where you could feel him, achingly hard in your palm.

‘i want to make you feel that good, my love, please.’

it was an offer he could hardly say no to.

he was soon stripped naked much as yourself, and nothing could have prepared you for what he looked like under his clothes. his cock, as he told you it was called, was throbbing between his legs, long and hard and pointing upright, begging to be touched. when you reached for it, however, benedict brushed your hand aside, making you pout up at him. all you wanted was to explore every inch of your body much like he had yours.

‘there’s plenty of time for that, my dove. years. but right now, i might explode if i can’t get within you right this second.’ you would have been worried about it fitting in you - it was quite large, and you knew you were quite small down there. you knew, however, that benedict would never harm you intentionally, and so you led back, your husband quickly following and covering your body with his own. benedict grasped your left hand, using his other to guide himself to you.

‘i love you so much, mrs bridgerton.’

‘i love you too, ben.’

and with that he pushed into you. the sting was overwhelming for a moment, and you had to grit your teeth to stop the cry that threatened to push its way from your mouth. benedict mouthed over your face, kissing away tears that you didn’t know had fallen, and apologised over and over for hurting you. it was taking every muscle in his body to restrain himself from pushing into you and fucking you silly. it was, after all, all he’d thought about since he was a teenager, and even despite all of his experience with other women, he felt like a nervous virgin all over again, eager to please.

‘i’m okay ben, truly. you can move,’ you smiled up at him after a moment, and he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear before sealing your lips in a loving kiss and pulling his hips back before pushing them forwards once more. the burn, whilst not completely gone, had dissolved from something uncomfortable into something more welcome, and a moan erupted from your mouth as you gripped his shoulders.

‘so this is why mothers don’t tell their daughters about it,’ you gasped to your husband, who looked down at you quizzically. ‘if my mother told me it would be this good, i would have been having sex with you for a very long time.’

benedict groaned and dropped his head into your chest, biting gently at your breasts as is thrusts got harder and harder.

‘my love, i’m not going to last very long. i-i can’t stop myself.’

you stroked his back lovingly, kissing his shoulder and the top of his head as he looked down into the place where your bodies joined, speaking sweetly.

‘it’s alright, my lord, let go, finish inside me.’

and with that, benedict was done. he’d imagined for years how you might say those words, the inflection of your voice, the way your voice would go high-pitched and breathy and here you were, beneath him and begging him to cum inside you and he was finished, pushing deep into you and letting go with a grunt of your name before withdrawing and lying beside you.

you looked down at your hands, which were still intertwined, and led basking in your newfound marital bliss. it was benedict who ruined the silence for you, turning on his side with a cheeky grin plastered on his face once more.

‘so, tell me again about how you touch yourself when you think of me?’

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band--psycho · 1 year

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Benedict Bridgerton x Reader- Just Once

Thank you to the lovely anon who sent this ask in!

I'm sorry this has taken me so long to write; but I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

(Dialogue Prompt: 73 - It's you, it's always been you)

Warnings: Abusive partner, cheating

Today was the day.

Probably one of the most important days in Benedict’s life. And though he smiled and looked as though this day was the day he’d dreamed of.

It was not.

He could not admit it, not to anyone. But there was something in the way his mother smiled at him, the way Daphne looked at him and hidden in Anthony’s worlds, that made it clear to Benedict that they saw right through his facade.

Today was the day he proposed to Alina Fairfax.

Alina was a lovely woman, polite, kind, pretty…she had all the good qualities of a wife, except he did not love her.

He tried.

But there was only one woman for the second eldest Bridgerton and that was his childhood friend, Y/n Y/l/n.

Y/n was the only one who had really ever captured his heart. She just had this way about her; her eyes seemed to light up a room and her laugh…oh her laugh, it was infectious, in a way that would quite often have them both belly laughing.

She was a lady; but she was not afraid to speak her mind, regardless of whether or not people wanted to hear her opinion. But she was also one of the friendliest and warmest people he had ever known.

He wanted to be with her; he just realised it too late. And now Y/n was with someone else.

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“How are you?” Benedict asked softly, sitting down next to Y/n on the bench in the garden of his family estate.

Y/n had been different these past few hours; distant. Whenever he attempted to talk to her, she walked away from him. It was like she was purposefully avoiding him and he could not work out why.

It took Y/n a few moments to speak the words, “I am perfectly fine, Mr Bridgerton.”

The hesitation. The fake smile that followed her words and the fact that she had called him ‘Mr Bridgerton’ made it very clear to him that she was not fine.

“Y/n-”

“You should be with your fiancé,” Y/n interjected, rising from the bench, “And I should be with John,”

Benedict had never liked John; and it was not just because of the fact that he was courting Y/n. And today, Benedict could have damn near killed the man.

Whilst Benedict was down on one knee, proposing to Aline, he saw John and Y/n on the other side of the park. He could tell by both of their body languages that the conversation they were having was tense to say the least. That’s not what caused Benedict’s anger, he knew that couples argue, but when John grabbed Y/ns arm, Benedict wanted nothing more than to punch him for laying a hand on her. Had it not been for all of the eyes that were focused on him, he probably would have.

“What happened earlier?” he questioned, also rising from the bench, “Between you and John.”

In that moment he swore he saw a flicker of fear form in her gorgeous y/e/c eyes and that sight alone was enough to make the blood in his veins boil.

“Something and nothing, I can assure you, it is all sorted now,” Y/n answered.

But her words only confused Benedict. The voice saying those words was hers, but the words themselves seemed so foreign to anything Y/n would normally say, especially to him.

She was lying to him.

He knew that; having known her for so many years, it was obvious to him.

What he could not figure out was why.

Of course her and John had been courting for around a month, but she did not owe him anything and yet Benedict had a feeling that she was lying to him to protect John.

“He hurt you.”

It was not a question. No. Benedict was stating a fact. And thought his tone was gentle, he could already feel his anger increasing.

Y/n did not say anything; but her silence spoke volumes.

Carefully, Benedict reached out to her, his hands connecting with the sleeves of her dress. He half expected Y/n to pull away , but she did not, so he continued. He gently lifted up her sleeve, exposing a bright red mark around his wrist.

“I’ll kill him,” he whispered under his breath, letting go of Y/n's arm; but his words were loud enough for her to hear.

“Don’t,” she said, shaking her head.

“He hurt you, so yes I can,”

“If you go inside there and make a scene, it will make both of our situations worse,” she countered, pulling him backwards towards a slightly darker area, a few trees shielding them from prying eyes.

Benedict's eyes narrowed, his confusion at her words evident.

“We were arguing about you,” Y/n began, pausing for a few moments to take a deep breath in and collect herself, “About how close we are.”

“We’re friends, we have been since we were children,” Benedict stated, feeling his heart ache a little as the words left his lips.

Friends…that’s what they were and no matter how much he yearned for something more he knew it could never be.

Before he could continue with what he was saying; he heard a small scoff leave Y/n's lips as she rolled her eyes.

“I’ve loved you since I was old enough to know what love meant,” she snapped, catching not only Benedict off guard but herself also.

It was the first time she had ever said those words aloud.

“What?” Benedict stuttered out, a tidal wave of emotions washing over him as his eyes met hers.

Y/n loved him? She had always loved him..?

“I love you,” Y/n repeated her voice softer now.

“John knows…not that I have told him…but he saw how I looked at you when you proposed to Alina,” she explained.

Jealousy. Y/n Y/l/ was jealous, now that was a first.

“Why did you not tell me?”

The pain was evident in Benedict's voice. Had Y/n been honest about her feelings, they could have been married by now.

“Because you never showed any interest, I assumed you did not feel the same. I knew that you would reject me..and losing you from my life…”

It was true.

All those years of growing up with one another, and Benedict only ever treated her as a friend, with no hint of ever wanting to be anything more. He was her best friend; he had seen her at her best and at her worst and stuck by her through all of it; she trusted him more than she did her own family; and losing him as her friend scared her more than rejection ever could.

Part of her wanted to wait for him; to see if he could ever love her the way she loved him.

But it was all just a pipe dream, a wish fantasful wish of a young girl in love.

She was older now; and she had waited for him for so long she finally realised that he did not feel that way about her.

So she did the hardest thing she had ever had to, she moved on.

She tried to move on with John; but he was not Benedict.

“You would never lose me,” he breathed; his hand reaching out to hers; before intertwining his fingers with hers.

“It’s you, it’s always been you,” he continued, pulling her ever so closer.

“I am sorry I have only had the courage to tell you now,” he glanced down at her lips before meeting her eyes once again; slowly leaning forward, until their foreheads were touching.

“Ben-” Y/n whispered; their only lips inches apart. She should have pulled away, she knew she should have. But she did not. She could not. She wanted this. She wanted him. Regardless of what it would do to her reputation in the ton.

“Shhh,” he cooed, hooking a finger under her chin, tilting her head up slightly while his thumb ghosted over her lips.

“Just once,” she quietly said; her eyes flickering between his lips and his gorgeous eyes.

She did not know who she was trying to convince.

“Just once,” he agreed, before leaning down, crashing his lips against hers as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

‘Just once’ Benedict thought to himself as his lips molded against hers; but how? How could this be the only time he felt Y/ns soft lips against his? How could this be the only time he felt her this close to him?

How?

He could not let this be the only time he held her like this, kissed her like this…

‘Just once’ Y/n thought also to herself, standing on the tips of her toes as she wrapped her arms around the back of Benedict’s neck, pulling him closer, wishing that this moment could last forever.

But it could not.

And they both knew that.

“We should get back,” Y/n mumbled, pulling away from Benedict’s embrace.

“Y/n-”

“We agreed, just once, Mr Bridgerton,” she stated, her tone cold; even though she could already feel her heart break as she said those words.

She could feel the tears brimming in her eyes so she quickly walked back to the party,despite the fact she wanted nothing more than to stay with him. But this was not a dream. This was real life…they had both made choices, choices that have now changed their lives. Their future.

They could never be together.

But for those few moments, they had a glimpse of what their future could have been…and that made walking away hurt all the more.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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Benedict coming down from his high and he remembers asking you if your kids could have your accent. He would be mad at Colin for not stopping him.

A/n: oh my god yes! Poor Benedict 😂 squeal to this fic

Coming down from his high should have been enjoyable, that was until he learned what transpired when he had gotten high. He could not believe he had said those things to you, what did you even think? He was not even sure he could face you, what could he say to you.

“Why did you not stop me?” Benedict hissed as he grabbed his brothers arm tugging him out of the room. “You let me make a fool out of myself.”

“To be fair brother I never forced you to admit you wanted children with our dear friend.” Colin held his hands up in defense, Benedict was not so sure he liked that smile on his brothers face.

Scowling he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. He hated to figure this out, he knew that he could not avoid you forever. Taking a deep breath he glanced at the ground, maybe he could push it off as some high rambling-

“Benedict?”

Both brothers turned their attention to the voice, them discovering you standing in the doorway. Colin quickly escaping his bothers grasp. “Have fun brother.”

Watching Colin leave you shook your head, you did not know why but Benedict’s words stirred something within you. Closing then locking the door you are hoping that you were right with your assumptions. Your hands slowly undid the laces of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet. A strangled groan leaving Benedict’s lips, his eyes now glued to your naked form. You were even more beautiful than he expected.

Stepping out from the dress you walked over to the man, his body rigid. Your fingers clutching his cravat until you loosened it.

“You did say you wanted our children to have my child. Well what are you waiting for Benedict, fuck me until I am with child….or was that all just a lie?”

“No!no.” Benedict cleared out his throat, his hands grasped your naked hips. “It was not a lie.” Pulling you in for a deep kiss his eyes slid closed.

His children would have the cutest little accent, just like their mother.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 1 year

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hi! congrats on 7k!! i wanted to submit a request for a benedict bridgerton fic with the prompt: “you're pretty amazing. you know that, right?” from the sacred romantic moments list. maybe with him in a moment where he realizes he’s falling in love with reader? thank you!

Always You // Benedict Bridgerton

A/n: thank you for requesting, I’m so sorry it has taken so long for me to write it and I’m sorry it isn’t longer.

Warnings: fluff, feelings, cute, Benedict realises he is in love with the reader.

Word count: 100+

To say Benedict Bridgerton was surprised to find himself in love with you would be an understatement. Rather, he was inclined to agree with the greats - it hit him like a lightning bolt. The realisation taking over him sudddenly, leaving him close to breathless and dizzy.

All this time. All this time he had been searching for his love match, desperate to have even an inkling of what his elder brother shared with his wife. Attending luncheon after luncheon, ball after ball in the hopes he would clap eyes on the person to whom he would promise his forever.

Instead, his forever had been in front of him the whole time.

“You’re pretty amazing. You know that, right?” The words leave his lips before he can acknowledge them but before even an ounce of regret can settle upon his shoulders, Benedict is rewarded with your smile.

“And what if I was to tell you I didn’t know I was amazing. What would you do then?” You reply from your seat across the table from the Bridgerton. Your tea remains undisturbed as you meet Benedict’s gaze; the long-standing friendship between you always fraught with the urge to become something more.

Benedict only just realises the change in your voice - teasing with an undercurrent of flirtatiousness - as he replies. “Then I would have to list the ways in which you are.”

His offer hangs in the air; the words charged with knowledge that the both of you teeter on the edge of something else, something more. It’s been crafted in a way that leaves the decision up to you; it is your choice whether you take this one step further and hear the ways in which the blue eyed Bridgerton admires you. The temptation becomes too much to bare. A heavy sigh drops from your lips as you swoon dramatically. “Then I’m afraid you’re going to have to list them for I simply cannot tell you whether I am amazing or simply too much to put up with.”

Benedict laughs indulgently; the sound rich and luscious, brightening the room and the atmosphere. “Are you sitting comfortably?” At your nod, he continues, “Then we’ll begin.”

Benedict holds up his index finger. “Firstly, you are amazing in the way you see the best in people. Why, I’ve even seen you draw a genuine smile from Lady Featherington once or twice.”

A second finger joins the first. “Secondly, you are amazing in the way you handle each member of my family. From Colin’s spontaneity to Eloise’s need to further herself. You handle each with grace by being an ear for them for when they need it.”

Benedict rises from his seat, fixing the rumple in his jacket before lifting a third and final finger. “And last of all, you are truly amazing for loving me just as wholly as I love you,” Benedict finishes, hope burning bright in his blue eyes as he kneels before you. “Am I correct?” He teases, a boyish smile lighting up his face as his heart pounds a thousand miles a minute as he desperately wants to know whether you love him just the same.

“Yes,” You sigh, a loving and fond smile turning up your lips. “I happen to be that amazing.”

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ijustwant2write · 1 year

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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)-(Part 5/?)

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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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multifailures · 2 years

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Portraits When Writing Failed

Summary: In silent company, Benedict and Y/N would work until Benedict found something he definitely was not meant to see. 1.9k

A/N: I’m so slow at writing. I want to start getting at least two posts up a week but please be patient with me until I get there (: I also would love to get some song/lyrics/quotes prompts as requests-- it’s so much easier writing like that imo. if you want to send a request, i listed my preferred fandoms on my masterlist. hope you enjoy reading (:

Words were Y/N’s first love. She spoke in elegance many were envious of and had her head stuck often in the highest quality of novels. She even kept a diary of unspoken words of her devotion: poems of unrequited love and prose of unrealised potential. Those lyrics often fell with a single muse: Benedict Bridgerton.

Together, the two creative minds would sit in comfortable silence—in his house’s drawing room or her family garden, it didn’t much matter where. Sat far apart on opposite benches, there was an unspoken inspiration between the two. Their heads would be stuck in their notebooks or sketchbooks, only looking at one another when certain the other was too focused to notice. When she was not looking at him and her head was down, Y/N’s hair fell to her face in an ethereal halo that Benedict admired so much he couldn’t help but sketch each individual strand and the tip of her nose poking through. He favoured in drawing her eyes, too, letting colourful ink flow between pencil markings just to witness her mesmerising gaze in times he cannot be next to her.

When looking at Benedict, Y/N wrote of the brightest of days that could never be dulled and of conversations that she never wished to forget. She wrote in verse of the lightest of touches as they danced in silent yearning; she rambled of secret glances she swore she’d seen. However, words had failed her in recent weeks. Her diary had become a mess of crossing outs and unfinished sentences. What’s more? Where words had trailed off, sketches had replaced. Many were innocuous—simple tree doodles and night sky scenes; she had filled many of these pages without thought, just as a distraction. Though, hidden between the pages of writing and doodles were possibly Y/N’s deepest secrets. She had drawn portraits of a man where words had failed to describe him. They weren’t good, she was certain, and some even failed to capture his likeness at all, but her hand still drew with absent-mindedness. Benedict was the only thing she could draw when she thought of whimsical love and safe comfort. Those feeling had consumed her more and more each day now that they returned to London for the social season.

In their current session of silent dalliance, Benedict and Y/N sat like they always did with space between. In the Bridgerton’s drawing room, Benedict lounged with his back on the couches’ arm rest while, ever-so-proper, Y/N sat with a straightened back on the blue armchair opposite. Neither had ever dared getting closer, no matter how much they had wished to. Y/N had been told all her life not to get too close to handsome men; Benedict has been taught by his eldest brother that proper ladies weren’t worth his time. Yet, they still kept each other company in their distance.

So, they sat with pencils to paper in the drawing room, trying not to make the other aware of their subject of desire. For some reason though, Benedict seemed to be in much more of a talking mood today. It had only been twenty minutes of quiet working until he speaks. “Y/N,” He gains her attention. “What are you doing?”

She refuses to take her eyes off her page, though she can see him in the corner of her eyes as he puts his own work down. “I’m writing, as always.”

“You’re certain?” He quips his head, a hint of a knowing smirk on his face. His gaze makes Y/N shift uncomfortably. She hums in agreement but feels her face begin to heat under his scrutiny, though surely there was nothing to worry. She looks back down to her notebook and turns the page to a less criminal page. No longer were multiple sketches of Benedict’s face plastered on a two-page spread, but writings of the large tree outside her bedroom window replaced. Y/N eyes him suspiciously, as he seems to supress a mischievous smile. He doesn’t mention her quick page turning but watches her with an intent that seems slightly suffocating.

“Then you’re not too busy, I take it.” He sits himself up, patting the cushion that his legs were just lying on. “Can you help with this drawing of mine?”

She questions, “How would I be able to help?” She didn’t have any artistic knowledge, if she did it was all from Benedict’s mouth. Nevertheless, she closes her book and stands with a smoothing of her lavender day dress.

“Oh, you’ll be most helpful.” His eyes trail her movement as she walks closer. As she approaches the sitting man, she sees the book that had lost his interest only moments ago. However, she realises as she sees the page sitting atop the book, that he had not lost any interest at all. Rather, it was this page of a series of small sketches that piqued his interest when he found it crumbled up during their last silent meeting. Like always, some words and doodles marked the paper, but much of the page was filled with only one sketch: Benedict.

She stops mid-step when she realises just what it is he’s holding. He is sure he hears her curse under her breath, something he had never heard from her before. His eyes widen in surprise, only smiling more with that. She attempts to reach it out his hand, their fingers brush together. There was little contact in their friendship; when their skin touched, every stress seemed to melt away. In that sudden connection, Benedict uses the advantage of their newfound touch to pull the book away with a gloating smile. He puts it behind his head, willing her to reach again.

“Stop your teasing, Ben!” She cries with frustration and lunges for the torn page. “Just give it to me!”

He snaps it away once again. She knew better to fight him and sinks into the seat beside him. For the first time he had seen in many months, her lady persona breaks as she huffs down into crossed arms and a pouting mouth. He chuckles but is met with a grumpy glare that only brightens his eyes more. In fact, he deemed it an adorable face that he wanted to memorise to sketch later.

He could only contain his chuckles for so long to ask, “Why on earth would I tease you?”

“Because it’s horrible! It barely even looks like you!” It wasn’t perfect, of course. His nose seemed a bit too big. His eyes may be looking in different directions, she couldn’t even tell. Yet, she did capture him in all that he is with a mischievous smirk and a suit a bit too dishevelled for his mother’s liking. “And it’s the most mortifying thing I’ve ever done.”

“It’s good, Y/N! Anyway, no, that’s not what I mean.” He passes his own sketchbook to her. He nods to the closed book, willing her to open it up and look at his work. She flips through numerous pages. She was not his only source of inspiration, but enough to shock her. She had known of a few of these sketches; he had asked her, amongst many others, to sit for him numerous amounts of time. The ones that caught her off guard, however, where the ones she was unaware of; the ones she had not seen after he said she could relax her pose. “How can I be teasing you, when I have done the exact same?”

She lands on one particular page towards the middle of the sketchbook. In this sketch that spread across the entire page, Y/N was drawn in charcoal hues as she sat at the pianoforte next to Hyacinth. She remembered that day clearly, their studying interrupted by the Bridgerton youngest, asking for an impromptu music lesson. Her nimble fingers fell on the keys just the same as Hyacinth, but she seemed merely a figure whilst every imperfect strand of hair and line of concentration on Y/N’s forehead were presented. She could not tear her eyes away from the masterpiece that was made in her image. She looked—no, he made her look— ethereal.

“Please, look at me Y/N.” He lifts her chin to meet his eyes with the softest of touches. He could not bring his voice to more than a whisper. “I have spent hours studying those eyes of yours and still find myself lost in them.”

“Ben,” Her breath hitches in her throat. Her heated cheeks are no longer the result of shame and embarrassment, but from being in such close proximity to the man she had spent years of quiet friendship with. “It’s beautiful.”

He chuckles, “I had never thought of you to be so arrogant.”

She whacks him with that very book, her eyes rolling at his failure to stop his teasing. He takes the book from her hands and drops it dramatically to the floor. Y/N watches it fall, worried it would ruin any work, but he keeps looking just at her. Her nervous eyes meet his yearning ones again. He lifts his finger to the fallen hair that he so obviously adored to draw and sweeps it away from her face. “It is not hard to make a drawing beautiful when its muse is the greatest beauty in every room.”

Her pout finally drops from her lips as she processes what he is saying. She tries to bring her eyes down to her fiddling hands but his hand that swept away her hand is now caressing her cheek. He keeps a light smile on his face, but a shaky breath escapes him as the only hint of anything other than teasing. He is just as nervous as she is, just a lot better at hiding it.

“It’s not something I ever wanted anyone to see,” She admits. He swears he could feel her head lean slightly into his touch. “You just always seem so lost in drawing and I got bored of writing one day but didn’t want to leave.”

Her quiet confession makes Benedict smile like he had never before. He didn’t think it possible to grin so hard. “You didn’t want to leave?”

He thinks he’s offended her as she sighs, but she shakes her head. She, for all he could describe, had an eye of a nervous wreck. Though, she was the writer, and he was the artist. “Spending time with you is the best way to spend time in London. And when I’m not with you, I spend every minute I can be alone looking at the sketches I’ve drawn of you. Writing failed to capture you the way I wanted to in portraits.”

He trails his eyes down to the book and page discarded on the floor. He analysed just how he was captured: in between the markings and the erasings, he finally understood. He was drawn with love at the forefront of her mind. It was the same heart-warming emotion he felt any time he would pick up a pencil and think of her. His eyes left the book, trailed to the door that showed the empty hallway. When he was certain no unwelcome visitors would interrupt, his eyes finally landed back to the wonderful woman that seems to melt in his embrace.

“Y/N?” He whispers in quiet staring. “May I kiss you?”

She softly bites her lip and replaces it with a smile. The small tilt of her head signals a nod, and she places the fingers he loved draw on his forearm. Perhaps when writing failed to express her feelings, she could draw his portrait to express the love she sees in him. However, a simple drawing would never replace the feeling of soft lips on his and the slight grip, begging for him to never let go.

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kenzie30david · 2 years

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Prompt List

Feel free to pick any prompt for any character or send me any requests/ideas that aren’t on this list

Fluff:

1. What if I kissed you right now?

2. I don’t ever wanna live without you?

3. Don’t ever do that again

4. You take my breath away!

5. Say yes!

6. Is that my hoodie?

7. Date night?

Angst:

1. Don’t you dare walk out that door!

2. I don’t want to lose you

3. You have my number

4. Just play along please

5. It’s going to be okay

6. Do you think you deserve it

7. Take me with you

NSFW:

1.Take your clothes off

2. You look goon enough to eat

3. Let me take care of you

4. Do I make you nervous?

5. Don’t give me that look

6. I told you you’re mine

7. Look at me baby

SWAT:

-David “Deacon” Kay

- Daniel “Hondo” Harelson

- Chris Alonso

- Street

- Tan

-Luca

-Rocker

Bridgerton

- Anthony

- Benedict

- Simon

- Collin

Mayans

- Angel Reyes

- EZ Reyes

- Bishop

Yellowstone

- John Dutton

- Rip Wheeler

- Ryan

- Kasey Dutton

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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years

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Beethoven (Benedict Bridgerton | Bridgerton)

Summary — When Benedict is struggling with his creativity, you’re always there to help.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Pure fluff; domestic life; Benedict being a flirt.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 385. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ “I want to create, but it’s so much easier to listen to Beethoven and yearn.”

You rolled your eyes as Benedict released another loud sigh. You looked up from the book you had been reading, only to find your husband staring at a blank canvas. He pressed the end of his paint brush against his lips in deep thought.

“Ben?”

He hummed, but didn’t turn. His eyes blankly gazed at the canvas, unsure of what to create that evening. He had been struggling with his art in recent days.

“You’ve gotten purple on your lips.”

As his eyebrows furrowed, he looked over his shoulder at you, and asked, “Sorry?”

“Your lips,” you repeated.

Benedict smirked, misunderstanding your words, “Oh? Are you asking for a kiss, my love?”

“Not with paint on your face,” you scoffed.

Benedict’s eyes widened. He rushed to a nearby mirror, scrubbing the purple splatter from his face. He glared while you chuckled at his expense. Your attention returned to the novel in your hands. But it wasn’t long before you, along with the book, were crushed by Benedict suddenly falling onto your lap.

You let out a grunt at the weight of him, quickly wrapping your arms around his waist to stop him from falling to the floor. You blinked at him, but he only let out a dramatic sigh, tucking his head against your neck. You then curled your fingers within his seemingly endless, fluffy locks, immediately feeling him relax against your body.

“Is there something you wish to talk about?” you muttered.

He sighed once more, basking in your personal attention, “I want to create, but it’s so much easier to listen to Beethoven and yearn.”

You let out a quiet chuckle, now using your other hand to gently caress his cheek, “And when was the last time you listened to Beethoven?”

He shrugged, “Daphne is very skilled when it comes to the piano.”

You hummed in response. That was true. Daphne was a talented pianist. She had always played so beautifully.

“And when was the last time you yearned, Benedict Bridgerton?”

You felt his smile grow against your skin, continuing to card your fingers through his dark hair. He traced his nose along your neck, eventually wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and rising to meet your gaze.

“Every moment spent with you, my love,” he whispered, “is a moment that I yearn.”

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leviathanspain · 2 years

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Hi 👋🏼, I saw that you taking Bridgerton request. So I thought I will put out a idea.

Just the thought of Benedict getting high off of the tea, forgetting he is married and seeing his wife in bed reading or something and he losses his mind thinking there is an angel in his room and he must marry her this moment. And she is just confused as to what’s happening.

Thought this was kinda cute and had to share it with you 😊.

alone together

benedict bridgerton x reader

synopsis: angels didn’t truly exist, unless they did?

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benedict stumbled back to his bedroom. dinner with his family was a game of trying to act inconspicuous, and so instead of venturing home, especially in his ‘condition’, benedict retired to his old bedroom.

as he walked in, he noticed dim light already filling the room, and a light crackling fire already going.

perhaps he was in the wrong room?

benedict peeked his head in more to see the rest of the room. it was definitely his bedroom, old books of his, even a pair of his nightclothes were sitting on his desk chair.

benedict hummed in confusion before he finally turned towards the bed.

what he saw just shook him to the absolute core.

a gawked expression on his face as he faced you, your hair falling in ringlets down your shoulders, your hands caressing the worn leather of a book, your lips pouty and swollen as your eyes tracked the words on the page. you had barely noticed benedict, at least until he made something close to a squeal.

“ben?” you looked at your husband and benedict was holding his hand over his mouth. colin had warned you at dinner that he had given his brother a ‘special’ kind of tea. you babysat your own husband for the rest of the night, even making excuses when he was moaning loudly over the food.

you had blushed, knowing those moans all too well, and just shushed him.

now, benedict who had stayed behind with his brothers, who tried to sober him up, was in front of you, and practically had tears in his eyes.

“ben, darling,” you stood up out of the bed and benedict threw his hands up, “no! i-“ he cut himself off and watched you get out of the bed and walk towards him. his eyes fixated on you, “my god, you are gorgeous. i could paint you.” he was still clearly delirious, the sobering up didn’t work it seemed. “are all the angels in heaven like this? this beautiful?” his eyes were twinkling as he looked at you.

you laughed, rolling your eyes, “i’m not an angel, darling.” you grabbed his arm and led him to the bed.

“whatever you are-“ he blinked, “we cannot be alone together- i’ll have to ravish you until the moonlight and i cannot compromise an unmarried-“ he paused, “do angels have the same morals as humans?”

you smiled, and began to slowly unbutton his waist coat, “i think they do, ben.”

benedict pulled away, “stop..you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into!” he seemed completely delirious now and you rolled your eyes, walking over to the desk chair. you grabbed his nightclothes and threw them at him, “fine, undress yourself. im going to bed.”

you moved to the bed and benedict looked at you incredously, “you cannot stay here-“

you rolled your eyes and you were completely over his delirium, “yes i can. i am married to you, benedict bridgerton, and i’ve seen and dealt with every ugly head of yours that rears but this one is really testing my patience! im not some angel, and i’m not an unmarried woman who’s virtue can get compromised- i am your wife!” you shouted, and you pulled back the bed covers, “now let me sleep or i fear you will have a much bigger problem to deal with.”

benedict who was shaking like a leaf at this point, looked at you and blinked, recognition finally being noticed in his eyes. he cleared his throat and nodded, “of course, my love.” he was still incredibly high, but at least he knew you.

enough to fall asleep quickly, hands glued to your chest as he snuggled into your side, snoring away the high.

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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We Used to Be

Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton/ Female reader

Characters: Reader (last name Whittaker), reader’s mama, Bo (reader’s horse), Benedict Bridgerton, Daphne Basset neé Bridgerton , Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Kate Bridgerton neé Sharma, Simon Basset, reader’s deceased papa (mentioned), Archibald (Bridgerton’s butler), Nigel (reader’s head servant), Maggie (reader’s maid), Lord Albert Ruttiledge (Rut-til-ledge), Lord Fauwix (Foe [like doe]-wick-sss)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, drama (I can’t help it), certain Bridgerton’s plus spouses are salty bitches, they care about you too much to let anything happen to you :), Benedict denies the truth about what he did, reader and Benedict are love blind idiots, Reader is a bit stubborn, cute nicknames (my dear, my muse, Ben, Benny)

Word Count: 11,573

Answers to WUTB

I'm a sucker for making my Bridgerton imagines dramatic [Lady Whistledown ain't got nothing on me XD jk, it's the other way around ;)]

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Another season, another ball, another Lady Whistledown paper sold.

Only this time, you and your family seem to be the talk of the ton.

Why? One would ask, it could have something to do with the fact that you had left years ago and only returned just recently, something many have different ideas on (naturally).

You and your mama have returned to the home, town, and ton you love so much… at least, you did but that was a while ago.

Times have changed, as have the people.

After settling into your childhood home and preparing your room for the evening, you relax and enjoy your slumber before you begin your adventure.

The first (and only) destination you have in mind is the most obvious (to your mama and staff) the Bridgerton home, or more specifically, Aubrey Hall.

Before you begin with your adventure, you let your mama know that it’s alright if she takes the carriage for the day while you ride your most prized pet, your horse Bo.

You’ve done your very best to take care of the beautiful creature seeing as he was the first thing your papa had given you when were just ten and three, with you now being twenty and three it seems as though time is passing by so fast, too fast for your comfort.

Bo reminds you of your father every time you see him, and you wish for nothing to happen to him.

It’s hard enough to not see and hear your papa around your home but, if anything happened to Bo… you wouldn’t be able to bare it.

The servants in charge of taking care of the two other horses your family owns have stopped trying to persuade you into allowing them to do their job; it became a hassle to ask you after a while and they don’t want to cause anyone any trouble.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay with Bo, today? I can take-” But still they try, and it warms your semi-warm heart so.

You place your hand on top of your mama’s, drawing her attention back onto you, “Mama, you know I love you but, please, stop talking such nonsense. I’ll be fine. Bo and I can go for a ride without anything happening. We’ll be fine. The Bridgerton’s aren’t that far from here. It’s a delightful sunny afternoon and you should enjoy yourself and rekindle your friendship with a few of the ladies in town.”

Your mama knows how stubborn you can be seeing as you got it from your papa (and herself, although she would never admit it). “We both know the only ones willing to talk to us were and always will be the Bridgerton’s.”

“Yes, yes and it will be fine. You take the carriage. It’s time for me and Bo to go out and stretch our legs. This is going to be a good morning for the both of us.”

Your mama sighs, “fine, fine. Promise me one thing.”

“Yes?”

“You’ll be careful.”

“Of course.”

“I love you,” she lets out a tearful chuckle, reaching for your cheek. “My beautiful girl has grown into someone I am most proud to call my child.”

You smile and roll your eyes, “mama!”

“Alright, off you go. But be back before it gets dark! And if you decide to stay, send a letter!”

“I don’t see the reason for you to raise your voice, I’m still nearby,” you say, barely exiting the hallway.

“Oh. I thought you had run off, child.”

“I am now. Bye mama!” You wave, taking off.

“Have fun my dear.”

You gallop into the front of Aubrey Hall, hoping that you don’t have to search for the family you’ve been wanting to visit for the past four months.

You had talked your parents about coming down for Anthony and Kate’s wedding but then yours and your mamas’ lives took a turn; a few weeks before the wedding, your papa died.

“Does no one else hear that?” Eloise lowers her book from her eyesight, glancing around the room, studying everyone’s expressions.

“What?” Benedict looks up from his sketch book.

“The horse. Outside. Can someone go to the window and see who it is?”

“Why can’t you do it?” Francesca asks.

“Because I have more interesting things to do,” replies Eloise.

“I’ll see who it is,” Daphne pushes herself off the piano stool, walking towards the window. She stares for a moment, focusing on the familiar horse and his rider.

As soon as you lower your hood, checking out the home, she runs out of the room, speeding down the halls, and out of the house before the others can ask a thing.

You turn around, ready to go to the nearest town when a door opens and heels clacking against the stairs outside alert you of a female’s presence.

You jump down off Bo, as soon as your heels touch the ground, Daphne latches onto you. “Daph! Daph! Daphne! You need to let go! I must breathe!” You giggle, holding her by her forearms.

“You truly cannot expect me to remain calm when my dearest friend has come to visit.”

“I was hoping you would be slightly calmer than you are now,” you joke.

The smile never falls from her face as she continues, “come in, come in. We can have tea until the ball- the ball! Are you going to the Cowper’s ball this evening?”

“Well, I suppose I am now.”

“Good. Now, follow me. I’ll see to it that one of the servants can take care of Bo and then we can-”

“No!”

Daphne jumps, not expecting you to shout. “Is something wrong?”

“I would- I would,” you take a deep breath. ‘Breath.’ “I would feel more comfortable if I were the one to bring Bo to the stable’s or at least see him make his way there… if that’s alright.”

“Of course, it is. Give me one moment, I’ll be right back.”

The few siblings in the room Daphne had disappeared from, find themselves looking out the window to see what’s caused their sister to run out of the house like a mad man.

“Oh, she’s returned home?” Eloise comments.

“Who is that?” Gregory asks.

“Daphne’s friend and Benedict’s not so secret crush.”

“Yeah- what? No, Eloise, that’s not funny,” Benedict says.

“It’s cute, you think I’m joking. We’ve all seen the way you look at her, brother. “The same way I look at a muse” or however Anthony phrased it.”

“When did you and Anthony talk? No, better question. Why did you and Anthony talk about me and Lady Whittaker?”

“Oh, it wasn’t exactly about you two. We were merely talking about how you should be finding yourself a wife soon since he and Daphne are married. They don’t want you to die alone.”

“Anthony didn’t say that.”

“How would you know?”

“While you two continue to fight, Gregory, Hyacinth, and I are going to join Daphne and her friend,” Francesca interrupts.

The two don’t pay much attention to the three leaving the room.

“Why were you two talking about us?”

“Mama and Anthony got a letter from Lady Whittaker and of course, I walked by at the right time…”

Benedict raises a brow.

“Alright, I was in here reading, hiding from Gregory and Hyacinth before they walked in here and started talking about the letter. Then mama went on about how she always wished for you and Lady Whittaker to wed ever since you were children or something. The conversation started to get boring, so I left the room.”

Benedict sighs, exiting the room.

“Was it something I said?” Eloise shouts. She smirks, already knowing that something will happen between the two of you (with or without her assistance- to which she would deny ever helping, if she’s ever asked).

“I thought you didn’t like meddling with people’s love lives?” Violet asks.

“I don’t.”

Violet’s smile drops from her face giving her daughter a pointed look.

“It’s not meddling if I’m helping my dear brother.”

“Mm-mmm.”

“You were going to do the same thing as I did.”

“Maybe, but I would have been more subtle.”

“I can be subtle.”

“No, my dearest, you cannot.”

“Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth, hello all,” you greet the three with a smile.

The eldest girl out of the three runs towards you, hugging the life out of you. “I have missed you.”

“And I you, little Frannie.”

She groans, “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“It’s a cute nickname.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“I disagree.”

“Me too,” Gregory and Hyacinth add.

“I leave for a mere few seconds, and you’ve already found a new group of people to talk to,” Daphne teases.

“Of course, I am the favorite around here. I am to share my social skills with you all. Who else would stick around long enough to talk to me?”

“He would,” Eloise chimes in, pointing to Benedict.

You look up and find… him, standing there, watching you with that same so-called innocent expression he always has whenever you’ve looked at him. You blink owlishly, unable to comprehend that he’s here, standing a distance away. This time it’s not a figment of your imagination.

“I… we can…”

You turn to focus on Daphne and really listen to what she has to say, this time. “I’m sorry?”

“As I was saying, we can take Bo to the stable ourselves. There should be someone there since Anthony and his bride Kate, went riding before you arrived,” Daphne explains to you once more.

You nod, unable to say anything at this time, the words seem to be lodged in your throat and you decide it’s best to say nothing; save yourself from any further embarrassment.

“Follow me,” Daphne intertwines her arm with yours, leading you away from the chaos that is sure to happen soon. She wishes to be ahead of it while she can.

“Are you alright?” The eldest daughter asks you.

“I’m,” you hesitate, unable to find the right word. “Fine.”

“You don’t sound so sure.”

You sigh, “I know.”

“May I ask why you’ve returned home?”

“It seems as though you already have. One part of me wishes to say it was time and the other part of me wants to reveal the truth to you.”

“Is something wrong?”

“My papa’s funeral is to be sometime this week.”

She stiffens, unable to reply.

“I know, it came as much of a shock to us as it does to you now. You don’t have to say anything, I understand. I do.”

The two of you are quiet as you continue your journey towards the stables, until…

“Don’t forget about us!” cries out Gregory, Hyacinth and Francesca close behind him.

“I beat you! HA!”

“Don’t be mean Gregory,” you say.

“But I did. I was the first one here.”

“Don’t whine,” Hyacinth chastises.

“You are lucky you don’t have to live with them anymore,” you whisper to Daphne. You had forgotten how easily the youngest would begin an argument over the silliest or simplest things.

“I am, aren’t I.”

“Very.”

“We are still here,” Eloise interrupts.

“You weren’t with these three,” you point to the youngest siblings.

“When they ran over, you somehow snuck away from,” you gulp. “Benedict and followed us.”

“I… cannot deny what you know.”

“Eloise Bridgerton has no rebuttal, I must say I am surprised,” Daphne teases.

“Let’s not make a big deal out of this. Ah, look. Here we are,” Eloise extends her arm, dramatically showing the stable door.

One of the few stable boys working, exits and takes Bo form you, promising to take care of him.

You thank the kind employee before the siblings take you away, guiding you to their home.

“What if we play a game?” Hyacinth suggests.

“A game?” asks Francesca.

“I don’t know,” Daphne says, a bit apprehensive.

“Why?” Hyacinth asks.

“We are to get ready for the Cowper ball soon. Mama would not like to see us with grass stains on our clothes,” Daphne adds.

“I suppose you are right but, what if we don’t play whatever game Hyacinth wants to play-”

“Hey!”

“And instead, we play a quick round of pall mall?” Eloise finishes.

“When have you ever finished pall mall game before the day is over?” You ask.

“When we played, we would still be on the round after dinner.”

“Your mama wouldn’t send for you until the next day,” Daphne adds. “

Yes, only because she wanted to have lunch and go for our daily walk.”

“The dreaded walk, you make it seem so boring. It was hardly as bad as you make it seem,” Daphne says.

“Oh, like you were any better. I swear it was like our first-time sneaking,” you glance over your shoulder, observing the four little “ducklings” following you. “A bottle of juice into the library when we were younger.”

“Yes, juice as if we don’t know what you actually mean,” Eloise adds with her normal level of sarcasm. “And look, pall mall is already set up. Let’s play.”

“Did you all plan this in advance?” You ask.

“I didn’t,” says Daphne.

The three youngest siblings give you the same answer as their oldest sister.

You wonder who requested to set up your favorite game.

“Are the newlywed couple going to join us?” You ask.

“Look, who it is.”

‘Guess that answers my question.’ “Anthony, so good to see you,” you bow, adding onto your inside joke with the eldest sibling.

“None of that, we’ve known each other long enough to call each other family,” Anthony wraps an arm around your shoulders, giving you a side hug.

You return the hug, gesturing to Kate when the two of you part. “And you must be the one who managed to capture this rake’s heart.”

“I am not a rake.”

“Not anymore.”

Kate smirks, “why have you never told me about your friend? I quite like her.”

“I take it you will be joining us?” You ask.

“In pall mall?” Anthony clarifies.

“Of course,” you answer him.

“I would be honored, as long as we can talk,” Kate says.

“About Anthony?”

“Who else?”

You two share a smile only the eldest Bridgerton would describe as “evil”.

“Perhaps we should play with partners?” You suggest.

Anthony and Daphne shake their heads.

“Absolutely not,” the former objects.

“For the first time in a long time, I agree with my brother.”

“Is everyone out to get me today?”

“Yes,” you and Kate answer him.

“May I ask you something?” You turn to Kate.

“Of course,” replies Kate.

“Now that the rake is married, does he let you use the “death mallet”?”

“Not usually, I have to get to it first.”

“Of course.”

“I take it, you tried to use it?”

“I did, years ago. I was a child, and do you know what your husband did? He tripped me.”

“You are joking.”

“I most certainly am not.”

“Anthony?”

“Yes?” He turns, facing the two of you.

“How could you trip an innocent girl?”

Anthony’s eyes widen, “you told her?”

“Of course, I told you her. Your wife has a right to know who she lays in bed with.”

“Can we play pall mall now?” Eloise interrupts, sounding bored.

“Is everyone here?” Daphne asks.

“I think so- oh, Benedict! Benedict, do you want to join us?” Hyacinth runs up to the house, tugging on her brother’s arm.

He briefly glances over at you, “I don’t think I should.”

“He’s joining us,” Hyacinth skips back towards you all, tugging on Benedict’s arm, forcing him to come closer.

“I really shouldn’t-”

“You’re playing.”

“Alright, now that everyone’s here, grab your mallet,” Daphne orders.

“When did you get so bossy?” You and Benedict ask. You don’t look at him, but you can feel him staring. ‘Look away.’

“I’m not bossy,” Daphne defends herself.

“That tone suggests otherwise, sister,” Anthony teases.

The duchess rolls her eyes, “on three?”

Everyone agrees.

“One. Two. Three.”

You all reach for a mallet.

Eloise got yellow, Hyacinth got blue, Gregory got white, Francesca got green, Anthony and Kate fought for the “death mallet” (your new bestie won) leaving Anthony with pink (again hehe), Daphne got gray, Benedict got purple, and you got red.

“Look, your mallets match,” Francesca points out.

Everyone of Benedict’s siblings plus Kate and Simon are rooting for the two of you to get married and start a family.

“How so?” You ask, but you already know the answer.

“Benedict’s mallet matches your dress and yours match his vest,” Eloise clarifies.

“It’s merely a coincidence,” you walk away from the group, Kate and Daphne follow.

The former gives the eldest Bridgerton daughter a “what am I missing?” look.

“Who’s going first?” Kate asks, deciding not to put any pressure on you.

“I will.”

“No, me.”

“Why not me?” The young trio begin to bicker.

“Eloise will go first, then Gregory, Hyacinth, and myself; followed by Kate, Francesca, and Anthony, leaving our dear friend and brother to finish,” Daphne offers.

The bickering ends.

“That works,” Eloise lines up her mallet with the ball, successfully hitting it through the first iron hoop. “I’d like to see anyone else make this shot.”

Daphne, Francesca, Kate, and Anthony make it through the first hoop, now it’s your turn.

“She’s not going to make it,” Eloise whispers, attempting to throw you off your game.

“We do not cheat,” Daphne scolds her sister.

Eloise scoffs, “I am not cheating. I am merely making an observation.”

“That is what you call an observation? Whispering while she prepares to take her shot?”

“Yes, is there a problem with that?”

“No, no.”

You straighten your posture, hip jutted out, “are you two done?”

“Of course,” Daphne and Eloise smile.

You squint your eyes at the two, ‘troublesome duo,’ you think. You adjust your stance, pulling the mallet back and swing.

The ball rolls through the first iron hoop without any issues.

“My turn,” Benedict whispers, making you realize how close the two of you are.

Your head snaps up, looking into his eyes, his beautiful… rich… enticing… blue eyes.

His hand slowly inches closer to you, “I need-”

You step away, walking over to the side, observing the few who passed the first hoop begin playing on the next hoop.

Kate leans closer to Daphne, “am I missing something?”

“Yes.”

“Mind explaining?”

“It’s not my place to say.”

“I may have just met her, but I can already tell how much you all care for her. I wish to know more about the one who has captured the hearts of the infamous Bridgerton family. I also believe she has more to tell me about my dear husband.”

“You only wish to find out more about Anthony, have you no shame?” Daphne says with a teasing smile.

“I want to get to know her and if she happens to tell me things about Anthony then I shall listen. Were her and Benedict-”

“No.”

“Really?”

“They both have feelings for one another but were never able to confess…”

“Did something happen?”

“I’m not sure.”

“What do you know?”

“She and Benedict were fine and then they weren’t.”

“You don’t know what happened?”

“Neither would talk about it.”

“Hmm.”

“I don’t like that look.”

“What look?” Kate feigns innocence.

“Please, don’t do try to help them. I tried and it didn’t end well.”

“That’s where we differ.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve looked out for Edwina in the past and she managed to find herself- find who she’s meant to be. Maybe I can help them realize what’s right in front of them.”

“Do you need a partner?”

“Now, you want to help?”

“All I want is for my brother and friend to be happy.”

“Then we’re in agreement.”

“It seems we are.”

“I’m winning,” Eloise gloats.

“Not for long,” Francesca tells her.

“This isn’t fair.”

“What? The fact that everyone is slowly catching up to you,” you point out.

She scoffs, “no.”

“Yes,” you, Gregory, Francesca, Hyacinth, and Anthony reply.

“There’s no need to add on.” “But it’s more fun to tease you,” you smile at Eloise.

“Shall we use our turns to take out two specific players?” Kate asks her sister-in-law.

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“I know, that’s why I thought about it.”

“Now, you’re being cocky.”

“It looks as though we’ve slowly begun to break off into pairs,” he whispers in your ear.

You brush him off, not in the mood to talk to him. “I’d say it was on purpose.”

“You do speak. Here I was beginning to think maybe you didn’t want to talk to me, but that’s not true, right?”

“I have hardly anything to say to you.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”

“I no longer wish to speak with you.”

Kate and Daphne briskly walk towards the two of you. “I’m sorry! It appears you both will have to search through the bushes and play from there,” Daphne informs you.

Kate nods with pursed lips.

You shake your head while turning around, “of course, we do.”

“I’ll just-” Benedict cuts himself off before walking in the same direction as you.

You can’t stand to be here any longer as you rush to find your ball before you lose more sunlight and have less time to prepare for the ball.

“I don’t think you’re going to find your ball there.”

“Where do you think I’m going to find it then, Ben?” You squeeze your eyes shut at the use of his old nickname.

“I feel as though I’ve done something wrong.”

You spin around, angrily pointing your finger at him, “you feel as though you’ve done something wrong?”

“I still don’t quite understand why you’re using that tone.”

You close your eyes, raising your hands up, admitting defeat. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Do what? You’ve barely said a word to me since you’ve arrived, and you act as if I am the very vermin that runs around certain streets. Please,” he reaches for you, cradling your hand in his. “Explain to me how I can fix this- fix us. We used to be so close, I always thought…”

You gulp, “thought what, Benedict?”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “Never mind.”

Your vision blurs as tears pool in your waterline, threatening to fall. You sniff, his head snaps up, his expression falls; unable to see you in such a depressive state, he brings his hand up to wipe away your tears but, you pull away.

You pace in front of him, arms wrapped around your waist to protect yourself. “I truly can’t believe you could be so- so- so,” you grit your teeth, attempting to figure out the right word to use but find that this works too. “Idiotic. How could you be so idiotic Benedict?!”

“Me!?”

“Yes, you. I don’t see another Benedict running around, running amuck in my life.”

“Running- how could I be running when I have no idea as to what you’re talking about?! Please, tell me.”

“You honestly don’t remember how you humiliated me in front of your family?”

“I humiliated you?” He asks with a softer tone.

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“You broke my trust and eliminated whatever bond we used to have.”

“I would have never done that,” he argues.

“I’m sure you didn’t, seeing as you were never that kind of person, but you did, and it almost ruined a business deal for my papa.”

“Is this about-”

“Yes! Yes! It’s about the fact that you purposefully ruined a potential future engagement for me. It appears you do remember after all.”

Benedict’s eyes rise in surprise, and he had the audacity to laugh… in your face. Now, he wasn’t laughing at you, not even close; he found the whole situation very amusing.

“I’m glad to see that you still find this funny,” you stomp away, tripping over something hard, it could have been a rock or an old, rotted tree branch that fell on the ground; you didn’t know. You were lucky to catch yourself on the nearest tree. You hiss as you push yourself up and away from the tree.

Benedict takes your hand in his, checking over you before you could do so yourself (how he got to you so fast, you’ll never know).

“Are you alright?” His eyes are on you; you can feel it.

A blush creeps upon your cheeks before you know it and perhaps, out of embarrassment, you attempt to snatch your hand away from him. And, of course, you’re unsuccessful.

“Stop wiggling.”

“I am not wiggling,” you argue.

“Well, you’re not helping yourself right now.”

“Rude.” You stare up at him with a pout.

The corner of his mouth tugs upward, “I don’t know if I’ve said this before but, I will now and I must admit that I’ve missed this.”

“Missed what?” You hiss, your arm jerks.

“Shh, I’m sorry, that was on me.”

“All of this is on you,” you mutter under your breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“Still can’t seem to avoid trouble?”

You scoff, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Clearly.”

You huff, rolling your eyes, “can you let go and hit your ball so we can get out of here?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“I am tired of your games and the way you brush off certain subjects. If you are here to joke and point fingers, please, at least have the decency to find someone else because I. Am. Done.” You manage to escape his grasp and hit your ball, watching it roll, creating a path in the dirt.

“Are you two done? You must make haste!” Eloise shouts.

“Wait- wait,” his hand clamps around your wrist. “Don’t leave.”

“We have played long enough and are losing sunlight as we speak. If we do not hurry back to the others, we will make everyone late for the Cowper’s ball.”

“Since when did you care about going to such events? You never were the kind of girl to do so before.”

“I was a naive girl who thought she had found a good friend and lost a potential-”

“Future suitor, yes, I know. But I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal now.”

“I have lost my papa recently and sooner or later the ton- or whoever else is going to come knocking on our door and kick us out because we don’t have the sufficient funds, we need in order to survive.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. I am going to be a part of this season and I would like to be on time so, I may discuss such things with my mama.”

“Season?” He whispers to himself.

You’re too far away to hear his heart break, like the way yours had that night.

“Finally,” Eloise fakes a sigh of relief and worry.

“As charming as ever Ellie,” you smile.

She loses whatever happiness was on her face, “I told you not to call me that.”

“You have but, I enjoy the nickname and I happen to think it’s cute, as I’m sure your family does.”

“Good for them, I don’t. I like my name, please use it.”

You exaggerate your sigh for dramatic effect, “okay, I won’t call you by your nickname if you don’t want me to.”

“Thank you.”

“Children,” Violet calls out.

“It’s time to get ready.”

“Coming, mama,” said a few of the Bridgerton’s.

“Yes, mama,” the others reply.

Daphne and Kate interlock their arms with yours, “you can get ready with us.”

“Oh. Okay, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“We ladies must stick together, don’t we? I mean you are practically family,” Kate says.

“I suppose so?”

“I have a hunch you’ll become a member of the family before the end of the season.”

“What do you mean?”

She and Daphne smile.

“You’ll see,” Daphne adds.

“Are we all ready?” Violet asks, glancing over everyone, making sure everyone looks proper. Some nod, others answer her with a yes. She turns to you, “you can ride with-”

“Us!” Benedict interrupts his mother.

“She couldn’t ride with all you boys.”

“Why not?”

“I can switch with Colin,” chimes in Eloise.

“Why me?” Asks Colin.

“She clearly needs someone she can talk to about,” she pauses to think of a good enough excuse to make him quiet. “How hard it is being a woman in this world- cruel world.” Her plan worked well in her favor.

“Lady Whittaker and Benedict can ride with us, if they prefer of course,” Kate suggests, slightly elbowing Anthony’s ribs to get him to agree.

“Yes, let’s do that.” Anthony gives his wife a curious side eye glance and she smiles.

“Of course, how could I forget you two would be traveling there on your own,” Violet mutters to herself. “Alright then, you four will ride together,” she points to Anthony, Kate, Benedict, and you. “The youngest and I will be together while Daphne and Eloise ride with Colin.”

“Why do I have to be with Colin?” Eloise whines.

“Come along Eloise before Daphne decides to leave you here,” Colin teases her.

The lot of you finally arrive to the Cowper estate. Your “group” was the last one to arrive with Violet and the youngest being the first then Daphne and her siblings.

Your eyes wander around the room, taking in the decorations and musicians. Although a part of you doesn’t want to admit it, you slightly missed coming to these events but, you didn’t enjoy being asked to dance by pompous, arrogant men (very few did). And yet, being here brings back something you’ve been missing.

You notice that Eloise has disappeared after finding her dear friend Penelope Featherington.

“It seems as though we are alone now,” Benedict comments, hands behind his back as he observes the few lords asking ladies for a dance, signing their dance cards first, of course.

“Not so alone, people are dancing and enjoying themselves.”

“Aren’t we in a fun mood?”

“No, just trying to pass the time until I can get away from you.”

“You wound me,” he places a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.

“I’m only returning the emotional pain you’ve done to me.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, and you know it,” he says with a serious tone, no longer in a joking mood.

“How could I?”

“Please don’t focus on something that happened in the past. We’re different people than we were then.”

“I think it shows who you really are.”

“You don’t mean that,” his brows draw closer together in hurt.

“Who knows? I mean we’re different people than we were then, right?” You walk away from him unable to stay near him any longer.

Being around him is not good for your health, perhaps a dance or a drink will help… you choose the later.

You find Daphne standing beside one of the few tables containing food and drinks.

After grabbing the glass of champagne, you immediately throw your head back, swallowing the liquid in one gulp.

“It seems as though we are enjoying ourselves tonight,” Daphne comments. She took notice of the brief interaction with her brother and understands- or at least, has some idea on how hard it is for the two of you to talk.

“Yes, enjoying ourselves very much so. Do you think there is a number as to how many glasses you may have before you are kicked out?”

“I don’t know, and I feel like I am going to have to stop you now. I would hate to see you thrown out; you’re wearing such a pretty dress.”

“I’m sure all the lords will want to dance then?”

“Did you and my brother have another conversation?” She asks, knowing full well the two of you did and knows she should stop you before you have too much to drink while you feel upset.

“Is it obvious?” You hope no one asks about your attitude towards her brother.

“To me, yes. To everyone else here, I’m not so sure.”

“At least I can remain unseen by few.”

“Do you plan on dancing with anyone?”

“I didn’t come here for dancing.”

“You can’t attend a ball and not dance.”

“There is no rule that says so and I wish to be my own woman.”

“You’re starting to sound like Eloise.”

“Perhaps she has the right idea about becoming a spinster.”

“What are you two ladies talking about?” Anthony asks, reaching for two glasses, handing one to his wife.

“Nothing,” you quickly respond.

“Seems as though we arrived just in time,” Kate smirks. “Anthony?”

The man in question turns.

“Would you be so kind as to dance with our friend?”

He stutters for an answer.

“There’s really no need,” you tell him.

“You should dance at least once,” Daphne points out.

“I wouldn’t want to give Lady Whistledown any ammunition for her next paper.”

“You wouldn’t,” answers Kate.

“The two of you don’t know that. We also wouldn’t want there to be such a fake scandal being brought to light do we?”

“There would be no scandal. The guests here can clearly see us talking and will see me give you an encouraging nod,” explains Kate.

You take a deep inhale before sighing, “fine. Let’s go.”

Anthony looks slightly uncomfortable.

But, when you think about it, he’s never looked normal or happy to be at these events so, his facial expression is normal.

“One dance,” you add.

“One dance,” the three confirm.

Another song begins to play. “After this you may return to your wife,” you say.

“What if I’m having a good time, dancing with you,” he teases, feeling a little better. It’s not as strange to dance with you, he remembers when you and his sisters would bug him and Benedict to help you with your dancing skills.

“I’m not,” you say with a deadpan expression.

“That’s not something your dance partner wants to hear.”

“Words hurt, don’t they?”

“Benedict, so nice of you to join us,” says Daphne, sipping her drink.

“Tired from your many dances with the eligible young ladies?” Kate asks.

He huffs, “something like that?”

“Or is it that the one person you truly wish to dance with is-”

“Unavailable?” Kate finishes for her.

“I was thinking more along the lines of the person who continues to push him away,” says Daphne.

Benedict hums, a light bulb went off in his head. He thins his lips, the corners tugging upwards into a smile as he stares into the glass filled with a now unappetizing liquid. “You two should try to be more discrete with your gossip.”

“We don’t gossip,” Daphne defends both her and Kate.

“Lying is not a good look on you sister,” he throws his head back and downs the champagne, in a very similar manner to your previous actions.

“You need to stop being so harsh to my brother.”

“Which one?” You’re desperate to end this conversation.

“Don’t play games.”

“I am doing anything but.”

“He didn’t tell us what he did because he thought it would be funny. He did it because-”

“It looks as though he is going to dance with her,” Daphne observes.

“I hope so,” Kate adds.

“Mind if I cut in?” Asks Benedict.

“She’s all yours, brother.”

“Hello, my dear,” he greets you.

The faint scent of champagne is on his breath, oddly enough, you slightly enjoy it… this could be because you’ve also had a glass (or two). “Benedict.”

“Are you still upset with me?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes to make sure you get your point across, “how could I not be?”

The song ends.

You bow, “thank you for the dance but I think it is time that I take my leave.”

“Wait-”

Another song begins, and you use the crowd to your advantage.

After the dancer’s spin around a couple times, Benedict finds himself standing roughly in the same spot he had last seen you. He tries to search for you, but it was hard and the few doors he could enter were very limited.

There wasn’t much else he could do besides wallow in self-pity and temporarily drown himself in alcohol.

You wouldn’t see the family for a few days, taking the time necessary to calm yourself and help your mother prepare things for the funeral and your future (your mama has yet to come to terms with you marrying someone you don’t love).

“Please don’t ask,” you plead with your mama.

“I wasn’t,” she denies.

“You were, and no, I am not currently being courted nor will there be anyone coming to do so anytime soon.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“What makes you say that?”

“That Benedict boy-”

“No! No. Absolutely not.”

“Sweetheart, he cares for you, and you know it.”

“He only cares about himself,” you hiss.

“If you cannot see what is and has been in front of you this whole time, I’m afraid you may never see it. What makes you so scared about love?”

“Nothing.”

“Now, I know that’s a lie. You have always been transparent when it comes to the topic of these matters but…”

“But nothing. I don’t like him, and he most certainly does not like me.”

Your mama sighs, “fine. Are you going to visit them today?”

“I’m debating on if I should or not.”

‘This may be the last time she sees them before her marriage.’ “I think you should. It would be good for you.”

“How would it be good for me?”

“You would be visiting friends, getting out of this stuffy old house. It could be the last time you see them,” she adds. It appears she’s finally accepted your fate.

You nod, understanding her hidden meaning.

You arrive to find, what you believe is an empty house.

“The others are outside,” Archibald informs you.

You jump, placing a hand over your heart, “oh! Archie, it’s so good to see you. How have you been?”

His expression doesn’t change, he continues to give you a bored look. “They are outside.”

“Don’t you think I wish to speak with you. I miss our talks.”

“By the looks of your dress, you seem to be in a rush to find them. I don’t want to keep you from having a good time.”

You offer him a genuine smile, “you were always so sweet. I wish to speak with you soon!” You run down the hallway, aiming for the back doors of the home.

“Isn’t this a surprise,” says Kate as she walks closer to you.

“Hello,” you rush to say before you take a deep breath so you can catch your breath.

“In a rush, were we?”

“I have no reply.”

“I take it that’s the first time this has happened?”

“Perhaps, you’ll never know.”

"The others and I are playing another game of pall mall; would you care to join us?”

“Another time.”

“Alright, Daphne’s the only one not playing today. You can sit with her.”

“Really? She doesn’t want to try and beat her streak?”

“I suppose not.”

“Look who I found,” Kate taps Daphne’s shoulder.

She turns, “isn’t this a surprise. We weren’t expecting to see you here.”

You avert your gaze, “I know, I know.”

“We’re just happy you’re here. You can sit with me while we watch the others.”

“Okay, where is your mama?”

“I recall her saying she was going to see your mama.”

“I see,” you sit in the empty chair on the other side of the table from where Daphne sits. “You didn’t want to beat or add onto your winning streak?”

“I thought it be best to give the others a chance to catch up.”

“How kind of you.”

Neither of you say anything further; you both enjoy the sounds of the children (none of them are acting their age so, they’re all children to you) as you sip the cup full of freshly poured tea.

You observe the game, watching as Eloise and Collin would brag if their ball made it through the hoop, your eyes shift onto another player.

"I see the way you look at my brother," Daphne lifts her cup, sipping her tea.

You look away from... "I don't know what you mean. You must be mistaken."

"I am anything but."

"Well, then, you must get your eyes checked. I was curious to see who was winning. Nothing else."

"If that's what you wish to believe."

"I don't believe anything; I want to see who is winning so I may prepare my celebratory speech for young Eloise!" You shout the last part, catching the player’s attention.

"I thank you for the support, but it is unnecessary at the moment," Eloise says.

“You’ll be grateful for it when you win.”

“Keep cheering me on them.” You smirk, shaking your head at the overly cocky girl.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Daphne says.

“I mean it’s only…”

“I don’t want to speak about this anymore.”

“Alright. I promise I won’t bring it up again.” (That promise didn’t last long). “I only mean to say that you and Benedict have had eyes for each other a long time now and I wish to see you two happy.”

“Daphne…”

“I know, I know but, surely you realize the feelings there.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“I only wish for you two to be happy.”

“And I sincerely appreciate that but,” you sigh, returning your gaze to the- game. “Sometimes things just aren’t meant to be.”

“What do you mean? Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” Daphne places her cup onto the table.

“I suppose I am.”

“Are you leaving?”

“Soon. I am to marry this season.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t realize you were also joining the season.”

“I didn’t plan on doing so for a while but, things change, and you understand that you have to do what is necessary in order for you and your family to survive in this world. It was planned, there is nothing I can do to change it.”

“If there is anything I can help you with, please tell me.” She reaches for you.

You beat her and grab her hand, pushing her hand onto her lap, squeezing her hand in reassurance, “I am fine.”

“I will help you no matter what, you mean too much to me and my family.”

A smile stretches across your lips and the warm feeling of (temporary) happiness tugs at your heart. “I know and I feel the same for you and your family.”

“Even the stupid ones?”

You laugh, knowing exactly who she’s talking about. “Yes, even them.”

Benedict turns around and sees you glowing, looking radiant as ever.

But there’s something about the way you two look that makes him feel as though his life is about to change for better or for worse and fate has yet to decide.

He would later find out, he was right, and a little wrong.

Benedict turns, looking back over his shoulder like the other faceless guests do.

He watches as the bride walks by; her face covered by a thick veil. He can’t tell who it is. He stands and sits when he’s supposed to.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” says the priest.

The unknown groom, lifts her veil and sets it down, letting it fall onto her shoulders.

He can see her face; his smile falls once he realizes that it’s you.

He stands up, trying to reach for you but, he can’t, he’s stuck.

The faceless and nameless man moves closer to you, leaning down to finish the process and make you, his bride.

Benedict wakes, scared out of his mind that he was going to lose you.

He sits in his bed, thinking back to before when things were good between you two. He can’t be in his room anymore, perhaps a cigarette, a walk, or something else would help.

He puts on the shirt he tossed off to the side before he got ready for bed.

He ventures down the hallway, down the stairs, and eventually made his way to the swing set, he and Eloise use for their chats. He sighs, thinking back to the dream.

The thought of you getting married to someone else- seeing you with another is not ideal. He can’t come to terms with it, he didn’t before, and it seems his feelings about the matter will never change.

Getting out of his head, he sees you sitting on one of the swings.

He sighs, staring at you in all your glory, taking a mental picture so that he can draw this beautiful moment as soon as he finds a sketchbook.

The way the moonlight illuminates around you, your hand placement is perfect, not to mention the fact that you’re in your nightgown (not that he’s thought about you in a nightgown or had dreams about you… wearing such an outfit… only for him).

For as long as he shall live, he will never forget the way you look tonight- or any other day. He takes careful steps, to not frighten you but, still does so.

You jump, placing a hand over your heart, “Benedict. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“I assumed so.”

“Why are you out here?”

“Thinking.”

“About?”

“I don’t believe it would be wise to tell you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Who knows who you would tell.”

“I didn’t ruin your chance to be with- whoever he was for us to have a broken friendship.”

You’re still hurt by the things he said and don’t hear his minor confession.

He doesn’t realize he’s done the same either.

“You ruined my chance to help out my family.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“So, what if I did? Is it so bad to say that I didn’t want to lose you, that I didn’t want to see my- my best friend married off to some rake?”

“He wasn’t a rake,” you argue.

“He certainly couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

“I am a young woman, born into a world where a woman is to marry in order to survive. If a woman is not married by a certain age, then they are named a spinster and are seen as unfit to marry. You do not know and will possibly never understand-”

“I stand by my actions, and I will not take back what I said.”

“So, you admit that you did do something.”

He says nothing.

“Exactly and-”

“Marry me.”

You turn, eyes widen in surprise and shock, “what did you say?”

“What if,” he gulps. “What if you marry me? You know I would take care of you. I would love and support you no matter what, even if it isn’t up to society standards. I would- I would,” he pushes himself off the swing, to kneel before you, holding onto your hands.

Your breath ever so lightly quickens, your heart is about to drop down to your stomach; all you can do is blink owlishly at what, you can only assume a pity proposal and not a confession. ‘If only he meant it.’ “Benedict,” your voice barely above a whisper.

He continues to ramble on about how well of a husband he could be.

“Benedict… Benedict… Benny?” You reach for him, cupping his cheek, bringing his attention onto you. “I am sorry, but I cannot accept your proposal.”

His face falls, he looks so sad, and it does hurt you but, you can’t do this to yourself. “Why? You know I would be a good husband.” Your vision slowly becomes cloudy, tears pool in your waterline; you do your hardest to not let them fall as your lips tug upwards into a sad smile. “I know you would, and I have no doubt that you would but, we cannot marry.”

“I ask again, why?”

“I am already to be courting another before the end of the season, perhaps even before tomorrow evening.”

“When did this happen?” He whispers.

“Before I returned to visit you and your family earlier today, my mama informed me of the promise my papa made before he passed. I am to marry Lord Ruttiledge by the end of this season. I’m sorry.” You lean closer to him, pecking his cheek before removing his hands from you.

You force yourself off the swing as fast as you can before you break down and cry. It takes everything in you not to cry too loudly; you wipe your cheeks and run back to the Bridgerton home.

You close the door lightly so you don’t wake anyone else, leaning your back against the door with your hand over your mouth to hide any sounds that may escape you.

There was hardly any way for you to stay in the house any longer.

You quickly change into the dress you wore a few hours ago along with your hooded cape, careful not to forget your shoes.

You made your way to the stables, luckily it was still dark out and none of the servants were around. Sneaking Bo into his rightful spot and sneaking into your family home was easy.

The hard part was calming yourself down and trying to get some sleep.

After tucking yourself into bed, you close your eyes and wait for sleep to come.

It doesn’t for some time, all you can think of is the conversation you had with your mama earlier.

“You know your father was a good man, right?”

“Yes, why are we speaking of him?” You ask, not wanting to see her cry.

“He made a promise before his passing and- oh dear, I don’t know how to tell you.” She doesn’t want to tell you because she knows who your heart truly belongs to.

“Tell me what?”

“He- he- do you remember Lord Ruttiledge?”

“Papa’s business friend?”

“Yes! Yes, he would often come over when you were a child.”

“Him and papa would drink and go into papa’s study to discuss some things, I don’t know what since they always told me to go play with my friends. It was a little rude if you ask me but, I wasn’t going to question papa.”

“I remember, defiant little thing you were,” your mama smiles.

“During one of Lord Ruttiledge’s visits he and your father made a promise to one another. If you and his son weren’t married by the time you both were twenty and four, you would marry him.”

“What about when I was younger?”

“That was the time before you entered your first season.”

“Papa wasn’t trying to marry me off then?”

“Oh heavens no. He wanted his one and only child to stay young and unmarried for as long as he could, that was the reason why he made the promise. We both hoped you were going to be married by now.”

“Why did papa tell me he was talking to lord Fauwix due to business reasons?”

“He thought you were talking about the Ruttiledge family. He had just finished discussing with young Albert’s father.”

“Oh.”

She reaches for your hand. “Please know that I don’t want this to happen but I’m afraid it’s out of my hands. The Ruttiledge’s have been planning on this marriage for a long time now. I have already tried all that I can to help.”

You sniff, realizing that being so rude to Benedict all this time was pointless. “I know. I don’t blame you- either of you.”

You wipe your cheeks. The life you’ve dreamed of having… is gone.

Eloise manages to sneak up on her brother who slouches in his chair in his art room, “Benedict, how long were you out there for? And, why do you have stains on your clothes?”

She wanted to go outside and sit on the swings but when she saw her brother and you talking, she didn’t want to disturb either of you. She returns to her room, until it was time to wake up.

Benedict says nothing.

“Benedict?”

He looks up at her, tears trickle down his cheek.

She’s shocked, she’s hardly ever seen him cry. “What’s-”

“She is marrying another.”

“Oh…” She doesn’t have to ask who. “When did you find out?”

“Last night… I proposed.”

Her eyes widen, surprised that he would do such a serious thing so soon (even though he’s been in love with you for years). He sits up, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs, the heels of his palms cover his eyes. “I didn’t plan on proposing, I said it before I realized what I said, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it, because I do. I- I tried to confess to her.”

“You did?”

He runs a hand through his hair before resting his chin in his hand, “I did but, she told declined the proposal and informed me of the potential suitor she is to have before the end of the season. She walked away before I could say anything else.”

“What would you have said?”

“I-”

“Did you think that telling her she’s better suited for you was going to change anything?”

“I don’t-”

“Do you think that it was hard for her to say no to you?”

“It didn’t seem like it,” he mumbles.

“I planned on going to our secret place so we could talk but when I saw you two, I went back to bed, and do you know what I heard?”

He glances over at his sister before staring at the wall once more.

“I heard a young woman in love, with you of all people-”

Benedict frowns at that even though he knows his sister is joking.

“Crying her heart out because she cannot be with who she loves.”

“You all say she cares for me but, I don’t believe it to be true.”

“Maybe if you looked harder, you would see it.”

“We’re going to be having dinner with Albert Ruttiledge this evening,” your mother informs you.

Maggie finishes up with your hair.

“I’ll be sure, I’m ready by then.”

“Are you going to visit the Bridgerton’s today?”

“No.”

“Are you going out today?”

“No.”

“Has something happened?”

“No.”

“Are you upset with me?”

“No, mama. I… I didn’t sleep well. That’s all.”

“Are sure? I’m sure we can-”

“No, we’re having a dinner with the Ruttiledge’s this evening. I’ll be fine.” You turn, placing a hand on Maggie’s wrist, “thank you, Maggie.”

“Of course, my lady,” she bows and takes her leave.

“I’ll be going out today. Will you be alright here? By yourself?”

“I will, have fun,” you peck your mother’s cheek before exiting your room, preferring to hide out in the library.

You didn’t know it but, your mama went to visit the Bridgerton home and discuss a few things with Violet.

“Hello, Lord Ruttiledge,” you greet your soon-to-be fiancé.

“Lady Whittacker.”

“We should all sit down now, I suppose?” Your mother chimes in.

“Yes, of course.” He sits in the chair besides yours.

You and your mama share a “isn’t he charming” look.

Before you can sit down or anyone could say anything else, there’s a knock on the door.

“Who could that be?” You ask out loud.

Your mother places her hands on the arm of the chair, prepared to stand up but stops when the sound of multiple footsteps and chatter echoes in the hallway soon entering the dining room.

It seems as though everyone besides your mama is shocked by the group of guests. “Bridgerton’s! Bassets! Hello, hello. Come in, come in.”

Your mama turns towards the head servant, Nigel. “I’m already on it, Miss.”

“You are a saint, my dear.”

“I wasn’t expecting more guests,” Lord Ruttiledge mutters.

“Neither did I,” you add.

Daphne and Kate make their way towards you.

“We missed you yesterday morning for breakfast. Is everything alright?” Daphne asks.

“Of course,” you answer.

“And who is this?” Asks Kate, gesturing to the now uncomfortable man, who is still sitting.

“A friend,” you answer stiffly.

“A friend?” She repeats.

“Yes.”

“You must be good friends, if you’re here on your own.”

“Please stop,” you mumble.

“I’m only talking to him. I want to get to know him.”

“Kate.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“Everyone, please sit,” your mama announces.

“I’ve got it,” Benedict pulls out the chair from your grasp. He pushes it in once you sit down. “Thank you,” you whisper once he sits down.

“At least some of us have manners.”

“Benedict,” you sternly say.

“I know. I know.”

“How are well this evening?” Violet asks, attempting to make things slightly less awkward.

Few answered with good, others with a longer reply.

The youngest trio broke into a conversation of their own.

The eldest brother and eldest sister along with their spouses kept an eye on the three of you, clearly waiting for something to happen.

Eloise would chime with her commentary whenever one of her siblings would say something that catches her interest.

A few moments later, dinner was served and hardly anyone spoke a word, but when they finished their meals that’s when things took a turn.

“Are you going to discuss your interest in courting Lady Whittaker tonight?” Asks Kate.

Daphne and her sister-in-law gave the lord their full attention.

You close your eyes, deeply exhaling. ‘Why?’ “Must we do this now, ladies?” You ask, clenching your jaw so you don’t start an argument with your friends.

“I want to know what the rake’s intentions are,” Kate answers.

Lord Ruttiledge chokes on the drink, using the napkin to cover his mouth as he coughs. He clears his throat, “what?”

She looks at him, “did you think none of us knew?”

“Knew what?”

“Of your secret lover.”

“Don’t forget secret child,” Anthony adds.

“I think you mean children,” Kate informs her husband.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you two are talking about.”

The two glance at one another and hum, returning their focus back onto him.

“We think you do,” answers Simon, “innocently” sipping his wine.

“Is this why you invited us over?” Violet asks her friend.

“Heavens no. I did not know this is what was going to happen. Although I can’t say I’m upset.”

“You’re not?”

“No, I want her to marry who she wants, marry for love. I think after this we’re going to be closer than ever.”

Violet chuckles, she has the same feeling. “Should we stop them? Your daughter doesn’t seem to be very happy with her friends.”

“It’ll pass, let them get it all out now.”

“How many sips have you had?”

“I think you mean cups.”

“Oh.”

“You see,” Kate begins. “He has at least three children, two girls and a boy with another on the way. Isn’t that right, my lord?”

“His eldest is ten and one, the second child is seven, the third is said to be three, and his beloved has been with child since the middle of winter,” Anthony adds, raising his brows at you as he reaches for his cup.

“How did you find out?”

“We didn’t know for sure but now, you’ve confirmed it all,” Kate smirks.

“You can take your leave at any time this evening,” Daphne tells him.

Simon nods, agreeing with his wife.

“You four are the rudest people I have ever known,” you hiss. “I thank you for “looking out” for me but this,” you point in a circular motion. “Is completely inappropriate. And you,” you turn to the lord. “Can leave. None of us will tell anyone about what has happened. I apologize if you felt as though you had to come here, you certainly didn’t. Our fathers made a joking promise years ago but, then they wanted it to be true and here we are. You may leave. I’ll walk you out.”

The both of you get up, out of your chairs and head for the door.

You grab his forearm.

He turns around.

“Find the mother of your children and marry. Do not wait any longer. It’s clear the two of you care deeply for each other. The children should be with their father more. You won’t regret doing so, I know it.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and lunges at you, hugging you. “Thank you.”

“You have no reason to thank me.”

“I am sorry for putting you through this.”

You offer a small smile, “go to your family.”

“This means more to me than you know.”

“Which is why you must go now,” you laugh, pushing him out the door.

“Thank you!”

You take notice that it’s Maggie who’s closing the door. “Maggie-”

“Don’t abandon the party.”

You huff, turning to see Benedict leaning against the doorway that’s the hallway for the dining room. “Not now, Benedict.” You walk away, aiming for the stairs so, you can go to your room.

“You can’t abandon your guests.” He follows you.

“I have no guests to entertain. I only see a room full of traitors- protective and kind traitors.”

Maggie shakes her, wondering when the two of you will get together.

“At least it wasn’t me this time.”

You stop, doing a one-eighty turn, standing before him. You poke his chest, “so, you admit you did something?”

He nervously chuckles, staring at you, “no.”

“Really?” The corners of your mouth tugs upwards, you don’t realize it until Benedict says something.

“It seems as though now, since you don’t have to worry about marrying that rake-”

Your smile disappears as you take a step back, “he is not a rake. He was doing what he felt he had to for his family.”

“And which family is that? His mother and father or the one he created with some woman?”

You scoff, briskly walking away from him. He’s persistent tonight, you’ll give him that.

“I’m not done talking to you.”

“You’re not. I am,” the door slams shut. You rub your face, keeping your face covered.

“I’m not done talking to you,” he leans against the door, slowly closing it so no one disturbs the two of you or sees you, a young woman in the presence of a single man (who only has eyes for you) and gossip with others so you’re forced to marry… he does plan on asking for your hand but, Benedict would prefer if the both of you weren’t so much “forced” into marrying one another because of such a situation.

“Please get out. I need some time to myself.”

“I’m afraid I cannot do that.”

Your hands fall to your sides, “why? What is so important that you must tell me right this instant? All you’ve done is mess up everything and I can’t take anymore.”

“You…” He stops, unable to say another word. If he admits what’s in his heart, things may never be the same again, for better or for worse. He is tempted to mess with fate but, he’s downright terrified.

“I- what?” You snap, your emotions begin to get the better of you.

Benedict gulps. It’s now or never. He takes a step towards you, reaching out for you almost. He's in front of you, cradling your hands in his like he did the previous night. “You, make it ten times more difficult for me to be able to express myself… I can’t- I can’t tell you- begin to tell you how much you mean to me. I am a man of many talents but, when I look at you, I’m helpless. I can’t tell you everything I feel whenever I see you- think of you. I can hardly put into words how you are my… everything,” he whispers.

He reaches for your delicate face, dragging his index finger across your cheek, tucking it under your chin, bringing you closer. He leans in ever so slightly, his nose brushes against yours as he continues to stare into your beautiful eyes while finishes his confession. “I will admit to you now that I ruined any future relationship you may have had with that lord from our youth.”

You close your eyes, “why?”

“He would have taken away the one thing that keeps my heart beating and my art alive.”

“What?” You open your eyes, seeing his soft and kind eyes. A sight you haven’t seen for quite some time now.

“My darling,” he breathes out. “You are my muse. I may sound selfish but, I would do anything to keep you near me. The thought of you being with another hurts me more than I care to admit.” He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, “I cannot even begin to think of how terrible life would be without you.”

“Why couldn’t you confess your love for me sooner and spare us this pain?” You sniffle, pulling your head away from him to lightly smacking his chest. He chuckles, reaching for your hand. You follow his lead as the two of you sway back and forth. You pause, “what are we to tell your family and my mama?”

“That we are getting married?” He gives you a sheepish smile.

“Really? I don’t recall anyone asking me.” Benedict kneels, reaching in his pocket.

You laugh, shaking your head with your eyes closed. “Will you-”

“Ben, you don’t need to-” you open your eyes and find him holding a ring. “Where did that come from?”

“Uhh…”

“Have you had this the whole time? Did you plan on proposing before your family interrupted?”

“Technically, our family but, yes? N- I won’t lie to you, my dear. The main reason I came here was to propose to you and tell you of my feelings.”

“You’ve been planning on proposing?”

“I tried once and was unsuccessful.”

“And you wanted to try again?”

“If it meant I got to see you, yes.”

You slowly place your hand in front of him.

“Does this mean you accept?” He asks, his heart beating much faster now… at the thought of you becoming his wife… among other things.

“I wouldn’t offer my hand, if I was going to reject the man I love.”

He practically jumps up, gingerly putting the ring on your finger, holding your hand. He looks at you, “did you tell me you love me?”

Your free hand comes up to the back of his neck; your thumb rubbing gentle and comforting circles, “I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?”

“I need to hear you say it again.”

You hum, “no.” You walk away, aiming for the door when you feel a pair of hands on your waist turn you around.

Benedict traps you against the door. “I’m afraid you can’t leave the room until you confess your feelings.”

“I,” you pause to study his face. “Find your facial features very interesting.”

“I don’t believe that is a confession.”

You dramatically sigh, “Ben, I… love you. I could not stop thinking about while I was away even though every time I thought of you, I usually became upset. I couldn’t stop my heart from beating faster when I thought of your smile, watching you sketch whatever it was that caught your interest, anything that had to do with you.”

“Even now your heart races?”

“Even now.”

“Do you want to tell them now?”

“I have a feeling they already know.”

“I have no doubt that you are right, my darling.”

One season later (summer)

The sunlight shining through the window begins to bug you.

You roll over, hoping to cuddle with your husband for a few moments. You open your eyes to find him sketching… shirtless. It’s an enjoyable sight to see when you first wake up that’s for sure. “How long have you been awake for?”

“Some time,” he vaguely answers you. You slightly crawl closer to him, leaning on your elbows, hoping to get a peek at what he’s working on today. “And what are we sketching this morning?”

He leans away from you, “no looking.”

You pout, “why?”

“It’s a surprise. I’m- I’ almost done.”

“If you think it’s bad, I can tell you without a doubt that it is amazing.”

He blushes, “thank you, my muse but-” It’s one of those mornings, if he calls you his muse then he’s drawing you.

“But nothing,” you push yourself off your elbows and sit up with one knee bent and the other leg tucked underneath. “You are an amazing artist. I love watching you work on your art and find myself lucky to see the finished work. Let me see it, please?”

He hesitantly hands you his latest sketchbook.

You don’t know what to say so, you smile. “You were drawing me while I slept?”

He hums.

“I must say, I never thought I would look so good in a drawing but when you’re married to the best artist in town, I guess that’s to be expected.”

You return the sketchbook back to him.

“How many times have we redrawn me this morning?”

“Zero.”

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so shocked, when I have an amazingly, wonderful, and beautiful muse lying at my side.”

“Oh? Confident, are we?”

He sets the book on the nightstand and wipes his hand on his charcoal pencil rag before spreading his arms, “come here,” he says.

You cuddle into him, enjoying the warmth he’s emanating. “I wish we could enjoy moments like this more often,” you whisper.

“Who says we can’t?”

A thump, followed by Hyacinth and Gregory’s shouting outside the door.

“Don’t answer my question.”

“I wasn’t,” you tease.

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just friends (b.b)

a/n: right i promise i'll stop posting a fic a night because this is tooo much for everyone hahahaha

allusions to smut, use of the word whore to describe sex work, mutual pining, benedict needs to grow some balls

you’re not just friends, and you both fucking know it

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benedict bridgerton had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. it was an unlikely pairing - you had initially come to his home as a friend of daphne’s, and whilst you still loved her dearly it had become very clear that you and benedict were a much better match. well, a much better friendship at the very least.

it was not very common for men and women to be friends, at least not in the society in which you and benedict both partook. you had only managed to get away with it for so long by excusing your constant presence at the bridgerton house with daphne, and, once she married and moved out, eloise, whose company you had come to appreciate more as you spent more time with her favourite brother. at twenty two, you were on your third season, and understood more than most in your position that if anyone outside of your families were to see how much time you spent with a man - an older one at that, even if not by much - your reputation would be left shattered. you often considered whether it mattered to not what people thought. you knew that you and benedict were to be just friends forever, and there would be no tarnishing of any honour between the two of you.

you could never admit this to anyone, but it was a great source of annoyance to you that he insisted on telling anyone who’d listen just how platonic your relationship was. you weren’t a fool - you knew he spent his nights doing all sorts of sordid deeds with other women, you had heard the whispers between him and colin. there was also the season you and eloise had once spent trying to work out how ladies came to be with child, and benedict had blushed and sputtered his way through an explanation. you had pleaded, insisted and begged that he told you, and he hadn’t been able to look you in the eye for a week afterwards. privately, you wished that it was because he wanted to commit those acts with you, but you weren’t pinning your hopes on it. the closest the two of you ever got was only in the privacy of aubrey hall in the summer, and even that was limited - side hugs as you sat together on the couch, linked pinky fingers as you walked around the grounds and maybe the occasional kiss on the cheek as you left. each touch lingered for hours, spending pleasant sparks through your skin and mind for weeks afterwards. everyone around you saw it, the way you felt towards him. violet always commented on how much of a lovely daughter-in-law you’d make, and eloise had once divulged in you that, despite her hatred of all things romantic, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you married her brother. even anthony seemed to allow the two of you a few more unchaperoned moments than what would be seen to be proper, letting you sit in benedict’s bedroom just a few minutes past what he should before coming to collect the two of you. not that any of it mattered of course. benedict didn’t feel the same way. he was having too much fun with his art and his whores, and you weren’t getting any younger. you resolved that this season would be the one that you would push your dark haired best friend from your mind and settle on a husband.

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‘why in the hell is she dancing with him?!’

colin followed his brother’s gaze with amusement, and his eyes fell on you across the dancefloor. you’d done your hair up in a style that was very becoming of you, and your lilac dress was very flattering. you looked lovely; colin had already told you that when you had arrived. he’d always thought you were very beautiful, but by the time he had grown old enough to appreciate you as a young lady, benedict had all but laid claim to you. his idiot brother had never been open about his feelings towards you to anyone but colin himself, declaring once drunkenly that he thought he might die if you were to ever marry anyone else. colin thought he was a fool for never telling you himself, and as he watched you dance with lord hillmore with a smile on your face, colin realised that his brother may have missed his chance entirely.

benedict was feeling very much the same way.

he was gripping his glass of lemonade with a force that was whitening his knuckles, and he wished there was something stronger in it so that he could… process what he was seeing. you looked happy. happier than he’d seen you in a while, he supposed. he knew you were approaching your third season unmarried, and he knew deep down that he should have done something about it sooner. your very first season you had been presented by your mother alongside daphne, and his heart had almost stopped entirely in his chest. he had known you for years, but this was the first time he had truly noticed you for what you were now - a woman. your long hair had been tied back in a fashionable style, showing the creaminess of the skin at your neck, and all benedict had thought about that morning was how he wished to press his lips to the exposed skin behind your ear and listen to the beautiful sounds he just knew you’d make. he could see your shape from the silhouette of your dress, the curve of your breasts and the dip of your waist, and oh how he yearned to grab them, to touch you. he’d never quite managed to get the words out, however, and instead satiated his urges temporarily with whores who looked like you or smelt like you or sounded like you, closing his eyes as hard as he could as he laid with them and pretending that it was you crying his name and kissing him. he was regretting every moment of that now, and decided that was it. it was now or never, and he didn’t think he could live with never.

───

you nodded your head at the man in front of you, smiling demurely as your dance came to an end. lord hillmore was pleasing enough to look at, you supposed, although with his blonde hair and brown eyes he was the complete opposite of benedict. you wondered if that was a good thing - you were after all trying very hard to get over the man who you had decided was never going to make a move. the lord placed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, and you wandered off to the lemonade table to get yourself a refreshment after the exercise.

at least, that was your intention before a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you towards the door leading into the garden.

you made multiple swipes at whoever had accosted you, hitting their arm as they dragged you unseen behind some statues and onto the porch that wrapped around the whole house. his hand felt strong as he pulled you outside, and the mystery man had all but pressed you against the wall when, filled with adrenaline, you surged forward and bit him on the forearm. triumphantly, you listened to his cry of surprise and pain, before a familiar voice whisper shouted, making your stomach sink.

‘christ, y/n, what was that for?!’

you looked up to finally see that the man who you were now alone with was benedict bridgerton, nursing his bruising arm with a confused look on his face. indignantly you crossed your arms and furrowed your brow, looking up at the man in horror.

‘you dragged me off the dance floor and out here alone, what did you expect from me?! what if someone saw?’

he waved a roughened hand dismissively, ‘colin’s watching to make sure no one comes out.’ this only served to confuse you further.

‘why the hell is colin waiting? why did you drag me out here to speak? i need to go back in, i’ve-‘ you pushed yourself away from the wall to make your way back inside, but benedict caged you back against the wall with strong arms, and it took everything you had to maintain eye contact with him and not glance at his muscles as you so often found yourself doing. his chest was heaving and there was something almost angry in the way he looked at you, as if merely looking at you filled him with negative emotions. you felt an overwhelming urge to cry, and dropped your gaze to your fingers.

‘why were you dancing with him?’

you sprung back into eye contact with benedict, and now the anger in his gaze had been replaced with something almost beseeching. you, however, were furious.

‘i do not believe that that is any of your business, my lord.’

‘drop the formal act, you haven’t called me that since you were thirteen,’ he seethed.

‘i danced with him because i spend every ball dancing with you, but i am looking for a husband and you have proven that i am wasting my time when it comes to you,’ you spat back at him, and you almost apologised at seeing the hurt in his eyes.

‘you don’t get to say that. you don’t get to tell me that now, not after all this time.’

‘benedict, you have made it abundantly clear that i am nothing but a friend to y-‘

‘we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.’

you stilled at benedict’s words, and even he seemed taken aback at his own language. that, however, was not what was bothering you, you had heard worse during games of pall mall. you stared up at him, urging him to continue. benedict ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before continuing.

‘i have never been able to quite find the words to explain myself to you, and i am well aware that this may have come too late, but i can not allow you to commit to marrying anyone before i get this off my chest. i have never, never felt the way i feel about you towards anyone else. every time you touch me or brush against me, i am filled with an overwhelming urge to take you in my arms and kiss you until you can’t breathe. when you asked me about how women become with child, i dreamed about you having my children every night for months. there is an emptiness within me that is only full when i am with you, and i believe it is because you are a part of me, indistinguishable from myself. i am wholly in love with you. i understand if you wish to marry another, god knows i made you wait long enough, but if you will have me, i will ask your father’s permission tomorrow and i will get on one knee and you will be my wife.’

you had no words. it was as if someone had punched you in the stomach and snatched the air from your lungs entirely, and you thought that this might be the feeling benedict was talking about when he said he’s never been able to find the words. you could see the hope fading in his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he ran a hand once more through his dark hair and opened his mouth to speak. desperately, you grasped for the ability to form words, but you couldn’t find it. so, you looked around and seeing that colin was doing his job and there was still no one around, you did the only thing you could think to do.

you gripped benedict’s shoulders in your hands firmly, and as quick as he had turned to look at you, you had flung yourself at him, attaching your lips to his in a way that you thought was probably very messy. you pushed every emotion, every feeling, every ounce of love into him, and you could feel your feet lifting from the floor as he wrapped a muscular arm around your waist and hiked you from the floor as though you were weightless. his other hand explored you in a way that indicated he had been waiting for years; he grabbed at your hips and your neck, and his lips left your own and traced back to your ear, whispering over the lobe before suckling on a spot that made you gasp his name. your own hands traversed the firmness of his chest and stomach, rubbing over his firm shoulders and you latched your own lips to the bit of collarbone that poked out from behind his dress shirt. you could swear that you felt something distinctly hard against your thigh, and just as you moved a hand to explore the mysterious object, colin’s head popped around the corner and benedict placed you hastily on the floor.

‘as much as you probably hate me right now, lady danbury and our mother are coming,’ he whispered, striding towards the two of you and linking his arm with yours, ‘so i suggest you sort yourselves out before-‘

‘-so i told penelope that the four of us simply must go to the tea room later this week, i was thinking friday?’ the two men were astounded at how easily you had slipped into the lie as the two older women turned the corner, and you winked at them both subtly before curtseying to benedict’s mother and her companion, smiling brightly.

‘i must be taking my leave now, my ladies. i do believe my mother will be waiting for me inside.’ you turned to both colin and benedict, the latter of whom still looked slightly flushed from your encounter not moments before. you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same, but you thought you were holding yourself together quite well. you curtsied to colin, allowing him to kiss your hand with a knowing smile on his face, before turning to benedict and offering him your right hand. a smirk on his face, he grasped your left, and kissed right over your ring finger.

‘i shall see you tomorrow morning, then, my lady?’

you scoffed internally. just friends? what a fucking idiot.

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