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livingdreams97 · 4 months

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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 2)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

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Dear readers,

The same two words always come to mind for this author the morning after a big party: surprise and delight. And dear reader, the scandalous accounts of last night's evening at Ranger House ( Bridgerton house ) are quite surprising and a real delight.

Emerging from her previous failure with Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, Miss Edwina Sharma seems to have charmed Prince Friedrich of Prussia with her charms.

They have been seen very together at every social event and close sources comment on the success of the diamond of the season with the prince. Perhaps it turns out that the Queen Regent is a very good supervisor and has an eye for pairing.

Maybe this is the queen's redemption, compared to the resounding failure she had last season with Miss Sharma herself; her diamond for the second consecutive year, and the frustrated wedding she was going to have with the Viscount.

Speaking of royalty, we must also mention the presence of Prince Y/n of Hannover and also the queen's nephew in this season. Also remember that Prince Y/n is the future heir to the throne since the queen and the regent king so dictated after his 16th birthday .

Apparently, this handsome green-eyed prince is also looking for a wife and a future queen. The mothers are very attentive to each moment of solitude, to push their daughters into hisarms and try to catch the biggest fish in the place.

But it seems that his attention is fixed on none other than Miss Eloise Bridgerton. It should be noted that this is the second season as a debutante for the second daughter of the Bridgertons and the bad reputation that comes from the people with whom she joined last season.

But that fame does not seem to frighten or matter to the Prince of Hanover, as he has been seen many times on the dancefloor with Miss Bridgerton. They say that love is blind and perhaps in this case it can also become deaf.

How will the queen feel about this possible union?

On the other hand, we have Miss Prudence Featherington who is still engaged to Mr. Jack Featherington and it seems that the nuptials are still some way off. On the other hand, we have Penelope Featherington , who has reportedly been seen in the company of Mr. Colin Bridgerton more than usual. Could this mean something else; or is it just a friendship?

Always yours,

Lady Whistledown.

Eloise's POV

I can't do it anymore. I can't continue with this constant pressure, feeling like every step and every one of my movements is being watched. And not only for my mother, but also for the rest of the people in each event.

It's only been three weeks since the social season began, three weeks that have seemed eternal and one of the heaviest. It seems that three months have passed and not three weeks.

I feel exhausted and totally stressed. I don't want to disappoint my mother again and have our last name put in doubt again because of me. That is what I least want.

But the pressure not to disappoint Mother again, the feeling of being completely watched at all times, and the discomfort I feel every time a newcomer questions me about my "radical" ideals overwhelms me.

The only times I don't feel so overwhelmed and suffocated by everything is when I'm reading in my room and no one bothers or watches me at all.

I can only relax when I am completely alone.

Worst of all, I can't talk about it with anyone, since I would have talked about it with Penelope before and that's it. But after her betrayal, I can't talk to her, much less when she didn't trust her and continues to write as Lady Whistledown .

The fact that she continues writing annoys me even more, especially when she writes about my family and more specifically about me. If anyone had forgotten about her comment last season, about my relationship with Theo and my supposed radical political ideas; with what she wrote about me three days ago, she reminded all of London.

So people looked at me even more and not in a very positive way. But I couldn't talk to anyone about how I felt, because I don't have any friends left and no one in my family would understand.

I can't even tell Benedict how I feel, since he's too focused on his drawing and I don't want to worry him with my problems. In addition to that he would tell me not to pay attention to people and he would tell me something funny to make me laugh.

But that's not what I need right now. What I need now is someone who listens to me, who understands me and can help me with all this that I feel. Because I feel like I'm drowning more every day and how I'm short of breath every time I enter a dance or social event.

And the same thing was happening to me right now.

Tonight was the annual seasonal ball at Vauxhall Gardens, so the whole family except my two younger brothers had come. Even Kate had decided to leave little Olivia at home.

As soon as the family had set foot in the party, all eyes were on us and more specifically on me.

Ignoring with all my might the gazes on me, I comply with what my mother asks of me and dance with two men until the song ends. But neither of the two men are educated people.

Because both of them have spent the dances asking about my ideals and how wrong I am with my radical political thought, since that promotes the extinction of my life as a person of high class.

What ends up getting fed up and in a carelessness of my family I flee towards the labyrinth of the gardens. Where I sit on one of the stone benches of the place and I start to cry without being able to avoid it.

XY: I don't think it's safe or correct that you're out here without supervision.- I hear near me, causing me to jump scared and turn around to find the Prince of Hannover.

Eloise: I could say the same to you.- I reproach with a frown, forcefully wiping away my tears and trying to stop crying.

Y/n: Are you alright Eloise? - he asks with some concern on his face, walking towards where I am and sitting a bit far away; but in the same bank.

Eloise: Of course I'm fine.- I answer clenching my jaw and holding back the urge to continue crying.

Y/n: I'll believe you and we can go back to the dance as if nothing had happened.- he says with some sarcasm, bringing a glass to his lips and giving a small sip.

Another thing that has changed is my relationship with Prince Y/n. At first it seemed unbearable and somewhat unbelievable. But over time I have been able to learn more about him and have long intellectual conversations about our interests.

So I've started to see him a bit as a friend, since he knows what is said about me and completely ignores it. He has never come to ask me about my radical political ideas, even though I don't have them as such and that is something that everyone has asked me about.

So you can say that I like him a little, although not enough to tell him my stuff and be considered my friend completely.

Eloise: I'm just tired and overwhelmed by everything.- I admit with a sigh and see how he offers me his drink.

Y/n: What has you overwhelmed?- he asks as I accept the glass and take a small sip, feeling a burning pain in my throat.

Eloise: Iugh Yuck.- I say with a gag, giving him back the drink and causing him to laugh at my reaction.

Y/n: Don't change the subject and answer me.- he tells me funny.

Eloise: I feel overwhelmed for not finding a husband and disappointing my mother for a second time.- I answer playing with my hands and lowering my gaze.

Y/n: And why do you think you won't find a husband?- he asks with some confusion in his voice. -From my point of view, you are perfect for any man. You are beautiful, you have your own thoughts and ideals that you defend with very good arguments, you are educated, you like to read and you do not give importance to what the rest of the world says. - he enumerates and I look at him completely surprised, feeling a certain heat on my cheeks and ears.

Eloise: You say that out of politeness.- I played down what he just said, feeling embarrassed and somewhat impressed by his opinion about me.

Y/n: I say what I've seen and what I've experienced with you.- he assures me with a small smile, so I look away from him. -There are very few women like you Eloise Bridgerton and you should be proud of who you are. Because you are worth much more than any of the other debutants with knowledge of pianoforte or whatever they know how to do, because you go further and you don't focus only on learning something to please your future husband.- he expresses and i presses my lips , so that he does not see the smile that wants to appear on my face about what he has told me.

Eloise: That's the problem, I don't want a husband to please and become a boring housewife.- I say with a sigh. -I don't want to have to pretend to be someone I'm not in order for a man to like me, I don't want to make myself less so I can get married and I don't want my life to be left in the hands of a husband who is only interested in himself.- I complain and I can see how he listens to me attentively.

Y/n: So you don't want to get married? - he asks with confusion and with some interest shining in his eyes.

Eloise: No.- I deny with a sigh. -It's not something I want, but my mother wants me to get married and I don't want to stay like a spinster either; because it is not that they are very well seen in our society. - I explain and I see how he nods with his head processing what I just said.

He stares at me in silence for a few moments, saying absolutely nothing and with a certain pensive look on his face.

Y/n: Can I make you a proposition?- he asks me with some caution.

Eloise: What kind of proposition? - I ask a little interested, but also with some caution for the possibilities.

Y/n: You don't want to get married, right? - he asks and I shake my head. -But neither do you want to stay single and "disappoint" your mother by not getting married.- he says and I nod without understanding where he wants to go. -I propose that you marry me.- he says confidently and I open my eyes wide.

Eloise: WHAT?!! - I exclaim completely in shock.

Y/n: Don't yell or someone will see us.- he whispers looking at all sides.

Eloise: Have you gone crazy?- I ask quickly in a whisper. -I just told you that I don't want to get married and you ask me to marry.- I commented as if it were the craziest idea in the world.

Y/n: Be quiet and listen to me for a moment please.- he asks me with a certain plea in his eyes.

Eloise: Okay.- I accept with a sigh, trying to relax my breathing and the accelerated beating of my heart.

Y/n: I don't want to get married either, but my father forces me to find someone and marry her for love.- he begins to tell me. -I just want to travel the world and enjoy life, but I can't do it until I get married; since I made a deal with my father. The deal is based on the fact that if I marry for love, he will pay me six months to travel the world and buy me a house wherever I want for myself and my wife.- he explains and I still don't understand his proposition.

Eloise: And what do I paint here and in your proposal for me to marry you? - I ask still a bit confused.

Y/n: That's what I'm getting to.- he complains with a sigh. -I don't want to get married and you don't want to get married, but for different reasons we don't want to be single either. So it's the best thing that could happen to us. - he exclaims and I look at him still confused.

Eloise: I still don't quite understand the reason for your proposition.- I point out how poorly it is being explained.

Y/n: You marry me and your mother is glad that you marry a prince and future heir to the crown; besides that you don't stay single.- he points to me first . -And I marry you, finally being able to travel the world and having the freedom to live away from my father. We both won.- he exclaims with some joy.

Eloise: But I would still have to marry you and I'm not going to make myself less or become a housewife for you.- I deny immediately.

Y/n: And you won't.- He denies, reassure me immediately. -You will have all the freedom in the world, you will be able to read everything you want and dedicate your time to yourself without having to worry about your future anymore.- he assures me and I observe him considering the proposal.

Eloise: Could I choose where to have the house? - I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n: As long as it's not near my father; yes.- he nods with a smile.

Eloise: I want to review your proposal, okay? - I ask and he nods. -You want us to get married together; because neither of us really wants to get married, but I don't want to disappoint my mother and I don't want to stay single either. At the same time as you , you have made a deal with your father and if you get married he will finally let you travel the world and buy you a house.- I am saying everything he has told me, causing him to nod again. -And I will be able to continue enjoying my books and not being the most feminine woman in the world, without you caring and I will have all the freedom in the world; besides that I will choose where we would live? - I finish reviewing the proposition.

Y/n: Exactly.- He nods with a smile.

Eloise: What's the catch? - I ask raising an eyebrow, knowing that everything sounds very perfect and there must be a catch.

Y/n: It has to seem like we really love each other and my aunt has to accept our marriage.- he responds a bit insecure and I open my mouth in surprise.

Eloise: No.- I deny getting up from the bench. -Your aunt; Your aunt THE Queen hates me.- I point out and he follows my example getting up from the bench.

Y/n: My aunt will adore you if she thinks you're the love of my life and thinks I'm in love with you.- he assures me and I shake my head.

Eloise: Nobody will believe it. - I deny nervous and somewhat disappointed.

The proposal was perfect, but it was too perfect to be true and now it's clearly impossible.

Y/n: Eloise, please listen to me.- He begs me, grabbing my hands and making me look at him. -You are my only hope, the other debutants want to marry me to show off and for the possible power that marriage would entail. And to be honest, I couldn't pretend to love them one bit, no matter how good an actor I may be.- he explains sincerely and I can't help but laugh at the last thing .

Eloise: And with me if you can pretend perhaps? - I ask strangely nervous about his closeness and curious about his answer.

Y/n: Yes, because you have something in your head and you have thoughts of your own.- he answers without thinking for two seconds. -It would be easier for me to fake a relationship with someone intelligent like you, than with someone who doesn't even know what an intellectual and casual conversation is; without it being planned.- he comments and I can't help nodding at the reality of the situation.

Eloise: And what happens if we don't fool anyone? - I ask with an exhausted sigh.

Y/n: Lady Whistledown already believes that there is something between us and as my aunt says, if that lady writes about it, the rest of the town comments on it and also thinks about it.- he answers calmly. -We just have to start being seen more together, take walks in the park together and dance only with each other.- he explains part of his plan.

Eloise: And how will we convince my mother, Lady Danbury and your aunt the Queen?- I ask and I see how he remains thoughtful.

Y/n: I could go to your house for tea from now on, show an intense interest on my part towards you and a notorious approach so that they do not suspect.- he plans and I can recreate the plan in my mind.

I can see how the situation can turn out favorable for us and how we can both win if everything works as he has said. But it can also go wrong and someone discover us.

Eloise: Can I think about the proposal for a few days? - I ask a little nervous and insecure.

Y/n: You can think about it for as long as you want. - He nods with a small smile. -But I'm afraid that to ensure a positive ending in case you accept, we have to start acting now and even if in the end you reject the offer, we'll just distance ourselves a bit and that's it.- he raises and I nod, understanding his point of view .

Eloise: Okay.- I nod and he leaves a light squeeze on my hands and then releases them. -I'll think about it these days and I 'll give you an answer as soon as possible.- I assure him and he takes a couple of steps back, picking up his glass from the bench.

Y/n: Great, now let's go back to the dance and hopefully no one has noticed our absence.- he tells me and we both head towards the dance.

Before reaching the end of the maze, he asks me to go first and that he will appear a few minutes later; so as not to arouse suspicion. And that's what happens.

Ten minutes after I have found my brothers, excusing myself for having been in the bathroom and for the long queue, there he was. Prince Y/n approaches us and asks me to dance with him, which I immediately accept with a smile and beginning the most important performance of my life.

From this moment on, in the following days we will have to be the best actors in the world and make all the people believe that there is something between the prince and me.

I just hope that everything goes well and that in the solitude of my room, I can think calmly and weigh all the pros and cons of the proposition Y/n has made me.

I only hope to be able to choose well and not regret it in the future; either close or far from the decision that I have to make in a few days. Because that decision will dictate my life and future from the moment I make my final decision.

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bumblesimagines · 2 years

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Imagine:

Meeting Eloise at a party

Request: Yes or No

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Ever since Eloise finally agreed to the inevitable, one name was constantly brought up to her.

(Y/N) (L/N). God, was she tired.

Not a day went by when your name wasn't brought up in conversation, regardless of the topic. Her mother was quick to remind her of your achievements and the fact you were merely four years older than her. Without ever meeting you, she had learned just about everything there was to know about you. For example; she knew you excelled at pianoforte, fencing, poetry, and you enjoyed reading as a pass time. All things most men she knew had in common.

Though, she was surprised to know you weren't considered a rake. Men with many talents typically had all sorts of ladies throwing themselves at them. But, of course, Eloise had decided she hated you. Her reasoning? She was exhausted of hearing your name and she dreaded having to meet you. Her beloved mama brushed it off and Eloise was dragged off to another event.

The ballroom was hot, as they always were, and Eloise was scarfing down any non-alcoholic drink she could get her hands on. Her stomach twisted with nerves and her fingers tightened around the cup in her hand when she made eye contact with her mama.

"Oh, Eloise!" Violet chirped and turned to speak with someone. Eloise spun around to face the table and she set her glass down, staring wide-eyed at Penelope but the ginger could only hopelessly stare back.

"Eloise, I'd like you to meet someone."

"I wonder who it could possibly-" Eloise spun around and felt her breath clog in her throat. You were not what she had been anticipating. Despite knowing your age, she expected a Berbrooke lookalike. And thank heavens you certainly were not.

A boyish smile adorned your face, and thankfully it wasn't the same sly smile her brothers flashed. Yours felt genuine.

"Miss Eloise Bridgerton, it is a pleasure finally meeting you."

"Finally? You- You-"

"I've heard many things about you." You confirmed with a nod and chuckle. Violet beamed as she looked between you and her daughter.

"Eloise, this is (Y/N) (L/N)."

"Oh, wow." Eloise breathed out and nodded, clearing her throat and zoning in on the fan her mother held. She quickly reached for it and began fanning herself, letting out an awkward laugh. Violet swallowed and forced a smile, quietly excusing herself and no doubt praying Eloise pulled through.

"It's, uh... Nice meeting you."

"Is your dance card full, Miss Eloise Bri-"

"Oh, goodness, no need to say the full name. It's a mouthful, isn't it?" Eloise laughed again, her nerves eating her up inside. "And, uh, no. My dance card is looking.. quite empty."

"I could only wonder why." You smiled again, this time a more cheeky one, and Eloise found herself relaxing. Inhaling deeply, she extended her arm, the small paper flopping around.

"I'd love to dance."

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lord-lyss · 8 months

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Mi gente voy a ser una miniserie con Eloise Bridgerton con la inspiración de varias canciones

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startwelve · 3 months

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Proposal

Hello. How are you? I came to tell you that because of my personal problems, I didn't have much image to write, but a few days ago I downloaded an artificial intelligence that allows you to create characters and interact with them in a chat, (sometimes the characters do somewhat random things and He says things that don't make sense, but it's easy to fix), so it occurred to me to make fics of those interactions that I have with the characters, from Stranger Things to Bridgerton hahaha.

Tell me if you like the idea :)

Huge kisses💋

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Hi if not to much trouble could you do a brigeton x brother reader where the brother gets into a fight and all of the family are really worried thank you, you're writing is absolutely amazing.

Bloody Gossip

A/N- Eek thank you so much for liking my writing. I appreciate it so much! I apologize for the long wait my computer is being a butt. It is from 2013 and I should probably get a new one lol.

Warnings- Blood

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 751

Summary- The Bridgerton’s are featured in Lady Whistledown’s newest paper due to some shocking events at last night's ball.

Eloise and I have always been the closest among our siblings. Mainly because I help her sneak out of events much to Mother's dismay. However, Mother threatened to put us in this season if we snuck out of this ball because she was tired of us skipping out on our social duties. So here we are me and Eloise hiding by the refreshments.

“You two couldn’t be more antisocial,” Benedict laughs at us.

“And you couldn’t be more annoying,” Eloise rolls her eyes.

“Could we stop arguing before Mother scolds us?” I ask.

“We are not arguing!” They say in unison.

I raise my hands, “Of course, of course. Now if you don’t mind me I am going to try to find some lady to dance with me so Mother does not chastise me.”

“May we all pray for that young woman’s soul,” Benedict puts his hands in the prayer position.

“Ha ha, you are soooo funny,” I fake laugh and walk away.

Once I step away from my sibling's a man about Benedict’s age bumps into me. He quickly apologizes but seems to be happy once he realizes who I am.

“You’re Y/N Bridgerton, right?” The man asks and I nod hesitantly. “So you’re Eloise’s brother right?”

“Yes, that would be why we have the same last name and Mother,” I say sarcastically.

He ignores my comment, “Well, good! Then maybe you can give me a few tips on how to tame her.” I gag at his comment but he still continues. “I love the wild ones they’re so fun to break.”

“You do realize you are talking about my sister,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Of course I do! That’s why I’m talking to you, for tips. God, I hope your sister isn’t this dense. However, the denser the girl the easier she is to fool. I was going to go for Daphne but she seemed too dense it must run in the family.” He mocks.

That was my last straw how dare he insult my family. “I implore you to take that back. I will not stand for you to talk down about my family.” I respond and try to stand my ground.

“You do not seem to be the brightest out of your family. I suppose I’ll ask Anthony, maybe I can give him some tips on how to hide his rake tendencies in exchange.”

I have had enough of this man so I give in and sucker punch him in the face. Sadly this does not go well for me because I have never been the strongest out of my brothers. The man returns my punch in the stomach and knocks me down. Then he proceeds to kick me while I'm down and I swear I see stars until my vision fades to nothing.

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I wake up very disoriented and see my very fuzzy siblings sleeping on the bed, chairs, and floor. I try to get up and a sore groan leaves my mouth. Next thing I knew my siblings are all waking up and rushing to get me things.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. You all can relax,” I groan.

“Yeah, you sure look fine,” Anthony says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes as but am interrupted by Eloise jumping onto the bed causing me to groan and Eloise to quickly apologize.

“Thanks to you Brother of mine we know that Lady Whistledown was at the ball and she was close enough to know to hear all the atrocious things that man was saying he shall never find a suitor now!” She laughs

“That also means everyone knows you stink at fighting,” Benedict laughs.

“Do not listen to them we were so worried never start a fight like that ever again. We could not sleep the whole night! We weren’t sure if you were going to make it! If you had just told me none of this would have happened.” Anthony says making me feel like the worst brother ever but he probably feels the same.

I assure Anthony I’m fine but he bosses me around and tells me I’m on bed rest. I’m lucky though that Eloise kept me up to date on all the drama and Gregory play many card games with me to keep me entertained. However, I am not sure I will ever be left alone again. I just have to remind myself that they do it out of love or else I think I may strangle them for their constant hovering.

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fayes-fics · 3 months

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When The World Is Free: Chapter 3 - C’est Un Gars

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: none... just some instant attraction and flirting ;)

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: Multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl! Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. This is when reader and Benedict finally meet. Yep, that's the whole chapter. Thanks to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy! <3

Paris, September 1939

Benedict doesn't turn up the next day. Or the day after that. Some snag with travel arrangements that Eloise doesn't explain, and you don't pry. You suspect she championed any excuse for him to delay his trip. But it does mean his arrival is not particularly front of your mind as the days slip by.

It's a week later - after an exhausting workday in uncomfortable shoes - when you get home and notice the door is unlocked. Assuming it's Eloise, you enter the apartment distractedly, reading a flyer you picked up on your journey home.

“El, did you see this?” you call out without looking up, dropping your bag as you unbuckle your T-strap heel, the relief to your foot palpable, flinging the first aside. “There is a new jazz night in Montmartre… I think we should go, seeing as your troublesome brother is never turning up…”

“He is actually…” a refined, resonant voice calls out from across the room with a wry tone. There, silhouetted by the bright window, is the outline of a tall man.

You stumble in shock, twisting your ankle quite heavily as you remove the last shoe, and he rushes forward to your aid, large hands grasping your waist, stopping you from falling down and righting your stance. His hold is gone as soon as you are stable.

Discombobulated and embarrassed, you find yourself staring up into the most handsome face you have ever seen in your twenty-two years on earth, tongue-tied and awkwardly holding your right shoe. Not the introduction you would want with anyone.

“Benedict?” you squeak, mouth rapidly running dry.

“The very same,” his acknowledging smile is crooked, and something gallops hard through your chest. “Y/n, I presume?”

All you can do is nod. You can see the family resemblance - chestnut hair, blue eyes, a proud jaw - but damn if this is not the most fetching male version of Eloise’s prettiness. Tall and broad-shouldered, he looks very dashing in a royal blue three-piece suit with a crisp white shirt and burgundy and gold striped tie.

“Are you alright?” his forehead creases in concern as he nods to your ankle.

“I… I think so?” you stutter. There is a slight throb there, but it's almost background to the riot in the rest of your body at the very sight of this man.

Oh god, Eloise is going to disown me…

Her warning from last week is ringing in your ears as you attempt a step but can't hide the wince at the bloom of pain as your weight transfers.

“Hmmm, I think that's a no,” he hums. “Come, take my arm, let's get you seated and this foot raised…..”

And so you find yourself clinging to the arm he offers, feeling the latent power under the layers of fabric as he provides a solid brace to lean on. Still a touch mortified, you drop onto the sofa as elegantly as you can, raising your ankle onto the coffee table and sighing with relief. You don't miss how his eyes linger briefly on your stockinged leg before he bustles over to your refrigerator and grabs a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.

“Here, this should help,” he explains as he walks back.

“Drink until it doesn’t hurt anymore?” you guess drolly.

His responding laugh is warm and crinkles his eyes so beguilingly. “Stop the swelling,” he explains as he slides to sit on the coffee table next to your leg and presses the bottle against your ankle.

You hiss gently behind your teeth, the coolness seeping through your stocking. Your eyes meet, and you swear his dilate a fraction, the hand not holding the bottle wrapping around the inside of your ankle to align your foot better, long elegant fingers cupping your arch. Just that simple touch is enough to make your pulse race. Something about this man feels electric. Like standing beside a humming pylon, an energy coursing through you.

“It’s nice to finally meet the artist,” you murmur, gesturing to the artwork you know so well now.

His eyes track to the painting, and his face lights up. “You like it?” his tone so hopeful.

“It's beautiful,” you confess, a tingle where you can feel the warmth of his fingers flexing around your foot, contrasting to the cold of the bottle.

“Thank you,” he demures, bowing his head and looking up at you through his lashes, a dot of colour high on his cheekbones.

“What the….”

You both twist to see Eloise standing in the doorway, mouth agape. Benedict’s hand flinches away from your foot, and you realise it must look more incriminating from her angle, unable to see the cold compress. All she sees is him sitting on the coffee table, grasping your leg as you talk softly to each other….

“El! Hi!” you call, attempting a breezy tone, “I tripped on my way in, and Benedict here was just helping me. I’m okay,” you add preemptively.

He jumps up from the coffee table and indeed indicates your injury. Eloise nods to acknowledge it, then narrows her eyes at him before walking over and giving him a quick embrace, kissing his cheek.

“Hello, brother. I was hoping you would never show up,” she greets sardonically.

“Hello, little sister, always such a warm welcome…” he drawls.

You can’t help but giggle at their exchange, and both seem pleased to have entertained you, twinkles in their similar eyes.

“Well, this rather scuppers tonight’s dancing plans…” Eloise motions at your ankle.

“You and Solene go without me. Why not take Benedict, too?!”

“I’ve had a full day of travel. I’d rather not…” he confesses when Eloise looks at him expectantly.

“Spoilsport,” she rolls her eyes. “Where are you staying?”

“I haven’t booked anywhere...” he confesses, looking a touch sheepish. as you clock a suitcase against the wall.

“Well then, your choices are to find a hotel now or sleep on our sofa,” she shrugs.

“If it means it will get you packed quicker, I’ll stay right here,” he answered pointedly, raising an eyebrow.

“Brother, have you ever been to Paris before?” You can tell Eloise is winding up for one of her persuasions with that opening gambit, so you chuckle and relax back into the sofa, crossing your arms, about to enjoy the show.

“Is this going to be a two-minute or a ten-minute Eloise soliloquy?” he misdirects dryly, catching your eye and winking, which makes your heart skip.

Undeterred by both of your reactions, Eloise launches into her argument. “I know for a fact you haven’t, so let me say this. You are an artist. This is the art capital of the world. It would literally be irresponsible for you not to stay a while. Enjoy the galleries. Soak up the atmosphere. Get inspired. Hell, y/n here works in a gallery and has quite the encyclopedic knowledge of all the artists on display in the city - a literal font of knowledge…” As she extols your virtues, his eyes cut to you, an admiration and curiosity in them that makes your lungs feel tight, “…I would personally judge you for not staying. At least a week? Maybe two…”

“Delay tactics, El,” he sighs, but even you can see him wavering.

“Paris may not always be here, at least not as it is now,” you append, unwilling to look at him as you say it, looking out across the rooftops wistfully. “The art truly is spectacular, and if war comes to its doorstep in the next few months, who knows what could happen? You may regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t experience at least some of it.” Your focus back in the room as you look upon his art again. “Someone who paints something that beautiful deserves to see the old European masters up close…” you end on a shrug.

His gaze feels heavy like a cloak as Eloise waves her hands towards you. “Yeah… THAT,” she adds with finality.

Benedict sighs and tips his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows heavily.

“Fine. Three days,” he capitulates. “But, Eloise, you must be packed and ready to leave by then. I mean it. I don’t need Mother’s wrath about this…” his warning avuncular.

“Promise,” she smirks, before grinning and whooping in victory, doing a little jig as he shakes his head with exasperated affection.

“Prêt à aller?” Solene's face appears around the doorframe, her face made up for a night out.

“Not for me,” you pout as she opens the door fully. “ I twisted my ankle. But I’m pretty sure Eloise wants a bit more victory dance time,” you smile as Eloise nods furiously, still swaying.

They all offer to help you to your room, but you steadfastly refuse, confident you can hobble to bed when the time comes. Wishing them all well, you’re looking forward to some quiet alone time after an eventful day.

—

Half an hour later, you are reading a book and feasting on brie and crackers when there is a soft knock at the door.

“Come in?” your call is tentative, unsure who might be knocking this late.

You frown as a key jangles in the door, then a warm flush down your spine as Benedict appears in the doorway, suitcase in hand.

“Eloise gave me a spare key. The hotel is fully booked for tonight,” he grimaces apologetically.

“Sofa it is?”

“Appears so…”

“So there’s only one hotel in the whole of Paris, then?” you tease softly as he removes his hat and drops his case.

“Only one in close enough proximity to ensure Eloise doesn’t have time to pack and up and abscond to god know where before I can intervene, yes…” that crooked grin reappearing.

“I’d never let her do that!” you gasp in mock outrage. “At least not without taking me too….”

He laughs heartily and moves to the counter to grab two wine glasses and a bottle opener, asking silently with an eyebrow raise if you want to join in, which you enthusiastically agree to.

“What will you do? When we leave?” He asks over the glugging sound of the glasses being filled.

“My family has told me to move up my return sailing to as soon as possible…” you can’t hide the disappointment in your tone. “I know I should do it… I just…”

“…Don’t want to give up on something before you even know how much you need it?” He guesses as he hands you a glass.

You are momentarily floored by how accurately he has pinpointed your feelings.

“Yes,” your reply is quiet but emphatic, a jolt to your being as your fingers brush while taking the drink, “that’s exactly it!”

“I understand…” and there is a world of empathy in his tone, raising his glass in silent toast, which you mirror. “But time isn’t on your side…” he reminds after a sip, “a few weeks, months if we are lucky, and Paris may well be invaded.”

“England too…”

“Perhaps, indeed. So you should go. Be safe. Back home to America…”

“What if that’s the very last thing I want?” your whisper is more fervent than you intended.

“That sounds more like a reason you don’t want to go than a reason you want to stay,” he surmises, again frighteningly on target with his assessment of your feelings, almost as if he’s in tune with them somehow. “But yet… Eloise said you’re engaged?” he aims for nonchalant, but you could swear there is dejection too.

“Sort of…” a wave of guilt crashing into you as your thoughts slide to Stanley. Good, reliable, comfortable, safe Stanley.

“How does one become ‘sort of’ engaged?” he frowns bemused, using air quotes.

“Growing up down the street from someone your age whose father happens to be your own father's best friend and business partner?”

“Oh…” there’s a pause, “you’re not being pressured, are you?” his query filled with concern. It makes your ribs glow that he might even care.

“No… just… a life plotted out,” you echo the words Eloise threw at you on your first night here.

“And it’s not the life you want…?”

“I used to think so…,” you sigh, eyes cutting to the side as you feel a swell of a tear forming.

“You have the right to change your mind,” Benedict attests softly as you twirl your glass between your fingers. “You don’t owe anyone else your happiness.”

You want to climb into his lap, grab his jaw and kiss him senseless. The impulse so strong you can feel a tingle where his stubble would abrade your lips if you did so. Suddenly worried you'll act recklessly if you stay any longer, you rise to your feet, make your excuses and limp mildly to your room… laying in bed staring at the ceiling for a long time before sleep claims you.

–

It's the middle of the night when you awaken thirsty and decide to get a glass of water, your ankle much better from the laydown. Half-asleep, you wander out of your room, fumbling towards the kitchen area, when you almost trip for an entirely different reason. Well, perhaps the same reason you tripped in the first place.

There on the sofa, in a shaft of moonlight, is Benedict, fast asleep; his face is so peaceful in repose. But that is not where your eye lingers. He is topless, a blanket pooled around his waist, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. And you cannot look away. He is all smooth planes of skin peppered with occasional moles that your fingertips itch to trace patterns between. His shoulders are indeed broad without a suit, and it's obvious he is somewhat of an athlete; the play of muscle and ribcage as he breathes deep utterly entrancing. It's so completely different to how Stanley looks - hairy and stout - that you drift closer without realising it, drawn to the sight. It's the closest you’ve seen to a breathing Statue of David, a shape you didn't think real humans came in…. until now.

So much so you don't even realise when his eyes flutter open, just transfixed by how his breathing pattern appears to change the flex of his abdominals.

“Are you alright?” his voice is a rough whisper and you startle. His eyes seem to focus, and you notice they flit down your body before he seems to stop himself.

“Sorry,” you stumble in apology, feeling your face flushing violently as your eyes fly to his face, then look away, embarrassed to be caught ogling so obviously.

“Do you need anything?”

Yes, to run my tongue over that divot right there… your mind screams.

“No, no... I just came out to get some water and worried you might be cold uncovered,” you bluster. “I was going to cover you up, but you awoke before I could….”

You are mildly impressed you can come up with an excuse as your heart pounds in your ears. Benedict’s face morphs into an intriguing mix of knowing, lopsided smile and bashfulness, pointedly pulling up the covers until they are tucked under his chin.

“Better?” he rumbles, and you could swear it is with a teasing lilt.

“Much…” you nod before awkwardly turning away.

“Y/n…” he calls softly, and you look at him over your shoulder, a flutter in your belly as you catch him glancing at your bottom.

“What…?”

“I'm glad your ankle seems better,” he offers softly.

“It is, thanks to you…”

“De rien…” his response, low and deep, in a flawless French accent, makes goosebumps break out over your arms.

Damn you, Benedict Bridgerton.

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thethreeeyed-raven · 9 months

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Hello, I don’t know if you wrote for male readers and if you don’t please ignore this request, but I would like to request an Eloise x Prince reader, he is trying to court her ever since he saw her at a ball but she is herself so it is difficult for him to court her because of her distaste for men.

Have a good day

She will not marry me

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Queen Charlotte had failed to find a match for her nephew, the Prince Frederick of Prussia, so she had decided to invite another one of her nephews into the country, you.

Since you had stepped foot into her palace, she had been forcing you to attend balls, with mama's throwing their daughters at you in hopes of a marriage proposal.

But you had your eye on one woman in particular.

Eloise Bridgerton had captured your eye at one of your Aunt's balls just a few months ago, her eccentric behavior from across the room drawing you in.

You had come to learn that the slightly smaller woman she was always with was Penelope Featherington, her mother was constantly bothering you with one of her other daughters.

And you had come to learn that the man she was always chatting with was her brother Benedict Bridgerton.

You quite enjoyed the company of her brother, conversing of art and architecture. But you had yet to have a chat with the beauty herself.

"Benedict!" You approached him with a smile on your face, ready to envelope him in a small hug.

"Y/n! How are you? Has the Queen introduced you to more of the eligible ladies of the Ton?" Benedict chuckled, you following after.

"Not yet, but the night has just begun."

As you both conversed, you had failed to notice the woman that was approaching you both.

"Brother! You must help me!"

"What is it now Eloise?" Benedict rolled his eyes at his sisters hysterics.

"Mother is trying to set me up with some old wrinkly lord! The man can't even carry an intellectual conversatio-" She exclaimed.

"Eloise."

Benedict's warning didn't stop Eloise from her angry rambling, you thought it was endearing.

"Eloise!"

"Benedict, I'm being serious-" Eloise exclaimed, before stuttering and turning her head towards you who stood waiting patiently.

She looked between you and Benedict. "Benedict, who is this?"

Benedict smiled apologetically at you, but you simply dismissed it with a wave of your hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet you at last Miss Bridgerton. I am Prince Y/n, one of the Queen's many nephews."

"Ah, yes. Lovely to meet you, yes." Eloise shook your hand exasperatedly and dragged Benedict away from you.

"You have that love-sick look in your eye." Your Aunt Charlotte ripped you attention away from the tiny intricate plate which sat in front of you. "I like it."

You peered at her from over your cup, watching the smirk on her face turn into a grin.

"So, my dear Y/n, who is making you feel like this?"

You set your cup down on the saucer, unimpressed. "Why does it always have to be someone?"

"So it is someone!" Charlotte clicked her fingers and ordered everyone out of the room. "Who?"

"I-" You wet your sudden dry lips before continuing. "I don't know if you would approve of her Auntie."

Charlotte reached over and grabbed your free hand which rested on the table. "I don't care who it is as long as they make you happy."

"She doesn't want to marry."

Charlotte's smile dropped.

"She certainly won't marry a Prince. Eloise Bridgerton will not marry me."

"Eloise...Eloise..." Charlotte said in thought. "She will marry you, with a little convincing.

She gave you a wink and exited the room, leaving you to shake your head in exasperation.

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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 3)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

Words: 4.181

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POV You

Just as I had discussed with Eloise that night in the maze. I have been showing my interest towards her in a more noticeable way and she towards me too.

Four days have passed since that night and on each of the days I have gone to the Bridgerton house, had tea and thus could spend more time with Eloise in front of her mother. Of course, I have never appeared empty-handed, because if anything it is etiquette and manners regarding situations like these.

The first day I showed up with a lemon cake, along with a bouquet of Eloise's favorite flowers which were daisies, blue roses and blue dahlias. Also along with a bouquet of violets for her mother. It goes without saying that the matriarch was impressed and Eloise gave me a subtle wink as a sign of success.

The second day I turned up with some cakes and Lady Bridgerton 's favorite sweets. Since having a detail with the mother is always well seen and adds points at all times.

On the third day I was a little more daring, bringing a carrot cake made by myself; with the help of the cook and Eloise 's favorite chocolates.

And today I had decided on a book on the natural sciences and their use in medicine, since my studies had come to light in one of my conversations with Eloise and she had shown an interest. So I thought it was a good idea to give her a basic book on the subject, because she likes to read and I'm sure she'll appreciate it more than the desserts.

While for her mother, I brought her favorite sandwiches so that she can accompany the tea with them.

I knock on the door of the Bridgerton house , making sure my black tailcoat is tied securely, my khaki slacks are wrinkle-free and my tie is tied just right.

I put my hat back on and take a deep breath. The door opens, letting me see the housekeeper of the place and she, recognizing me, allows me to pass.

Before entering the house, I receive the gifts from my coachman and I thank him by entering the site. I follow the woman into the living room, where I immediately see Lady Bridgerton sewing something, Eloise reading a book sitting on the sofa in a tomboyish manner, and the younger members of the family playing chess.

XX: My lady, Prince Y/n of Hanover is here. - she informs her of my arrival and I see how the matriarch gets up from the couch immediately.

Violet: What a pleasure to have you back here.- she walks towards me excitedly, passing by her daughter and giving her a light blow to make her sit good; causing a small amused smile from me.

Y/n: The pleasure is all mine Lady Bridgerton .- I assure her, greeting her with a kiss on her hand. -I hope I was right when i choose them.- I commented, extending the box with the sandwiches .

Violet: It wasn't necessary my lord.- she denies with a small smile receiving the box.

Y/n: Don't tell me my lord Lady Bridgerton, we are not in public and honestly I feel a bit old when it comes to it.- I say with a certain humor. -As long as you calls me by my name, we will be more than fine.- I assure her with a smile.

Violet: Okey Y/n, are you coming to have tea with us? - she asks with some emotion and illusion.

Y/n: If you are so kind as to accept me, then I would like to have tea with you. - I respond politely and without imposing myself.

Violet: I'm going to tell them to prepare it outside, since it's a wonderful day and the garden is beautiful. - she warns and leaves the room with a huge smile.

Gregory: When my sister marries you, will I be a prince too? - he asks running towards me, as soon as his mother disappears and with his sister by his side.

Hyacinth: And can I be a princess? - questions excited. - Because if Gregory can be a prince, I want to be a princess too.- she says confidently, receiving a push from her brother and she returns it.

Gregory: You're a copycat.- he reproaches her and I can't help but think about my absurd and childish fights with my brother when we were just kids.

I watch as they playfully push each other, poking each other and can only look longingly at them. I long for when life was as simple as copying your brother or playing a prank on him to annoy him.

Eloise: Stop fighting and making a fool of yourselfs.- she tells them, separating them by the heads. -Second, like "when my sister marries you"? - she asks his little brother.

Gregory: Mom says you're getting married, because Y/n comes every day for you and because he likes you.- he answers as if it were obvious and that causes me to laugh without being able to avoid it.

Eloise: Mom said that? - asks with a surprised expression.

Hyacinth: She and Lady Danbury have commented on it, they compare you with the work they did with Daphne and the Duke.- the youngest of all responds this time and I can't help but look at the oldest with a raised eyebrow.

Eloise: And what makes you think that I will marry him? - she points at me and I pretend to be offended; causing the children to laugh.

Hyacinth: Because you talk to him for more than a minute and you don't complain about him like you do with the rest of the suitors.- she answers as if it were the most obvious.

Y/n: So you don't complain about me? - I ask with amusement . -It's interesting to know.- I assure her, seeing how she kills me with her eyes.

Violet: We can go outside, they are already organizing the tea.- she warns us happily, entering the room and seeing the four of us standing together. -What are you talking about? - interested question.

Gregory: About how Y/n and Eloise are going to get married and I 'll be a prince.- he answers with total sincerity, causing the matriarch to open her eyes surprised and somewhat curious.

Eloise: Don't pay any attention to them, mother, the dwarves are just saying nonsense and commenting on some unimportant things they've heard.- She brushes the matter off with her hand.

Violet: Okay.- she nods not very convinced. -Let's go out.- she points out and placing her hands on her children's shoulders pushes them out.

I laugh at the attitude of the youngest and the conspiracies of Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton about my possible relationship with Eloise .

Eloise: Are you okay? - she asks me after a few seconds.

Y/n: Yes of course, why wouldn't I be? - I ask somewhat confused, starting to walk out with her.

Eloise: When my brothers have started to fight, you made a sad and somewhat thoughtful face.- she answers me with a small grimace. -And I wanted to know if you were alright.- she comments and I nod with a slight smile.

Y/n: I just remembered what it was like to be his age and fight with my older brother for any trifle.- I answer with a slightly sad face. -But I'm fine.- I assure her with a small smile.

Violet: Y/n and Eloise sit together on that side.- she points to the two free seats at the round table outside.

I take Eloise 's chair out for her to sit in, tucking her in nicely, then I sit to her right and across from the Bridgerton matriarch .

As soon as we sit down, tea and sandwiches along with other sweets are served on the table. And it is at that moment that I remember the book in my hand.

Y/n: Before I forget.- I speak turning to Eloise and stretching her the book. - The other day we talked about my studies and since you showed some interest regarding natural science and its uses in medicine, I have brought you this book for you to read.- I informed her seeing the smile appear on her face.

Eloise: Thank you.- she thanks me by receiving the book and opening it immediately. -There are things written.- she comments confused.

Y/n: It's my book; well it was, now it's yours. - I pointed out a bit nervous. -I asked my father to send it to me, since it is quite interesting and something basic so that you can understand it better.- I comment with a small smile. -What is written are my notes, which I wrote at the time to better understand the concepts and I have believed that this way it would be easier for you to understand everything too. It took me a while to understand everything, but to be honest; You're smarter than me and I'm sure you won't need the notes. But I wanted to make sure and that's why I'm giving you my old book and not a new one. - I explain to her, pointing to the small paragraphs written by hand on some pages.

Eloise: Thank you very much Y/n, it means a lot that you give me this book.- she assures me with a smile, looking into my eyes and I can see how her beautiful blue eyes water slightly.

Y/n: It's nothing, I know how much you appreciate books; I thought you would like and appreciate a book more than another dessert. - I explain somewhat embarrassed, scratching the back of my neck and feeling observed.

I couldn't tear my gaze from Eloise 's, feeling that if I look away from her I'll miss the happiness and excitement that sparkles in her eyes at the gift. And that's something I don't want to miss for the world.

POV Narrator

What he wasn't aware of, and neither was Eloise , was the look that Violet Bridgerton was giving into the interaction between his daughter and the prince. As she watched with a smile full of happiness, her daughter's face lit up at the detail and the prince's own detail towards her daughter.

Her daughter could deny it all she wanted, but she was falling in love with the Prince of Hannover and her eyes or the way she looked at him couldn't hide it. And for the first time, the former viscountess felt calm about the future of her rebellious daughter. Because she had someone who cared and would take proper care of her.

And Violet Bridgerton didn't just see that look on his daughter, She could also look at the look the prince was giving her daughter and the slightly reddish color of his cheeks. She just hopes that she and Lady Danbury are right and that the proposal is close.

Because her daughter had never looked at anyone like she was doing at that moment with Prince Y/n and she didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way of her happiness.

Eloise's POV

I was determined, I was going to accept the proposal and marry Prince Y/n. Sure, if the offer still stood.

After weighing it carefully for almost four days, I have realized that I win much more than I can lose. And not only will I end up winning, but my family and Y/n will also win; so it's the best I can do.

Also, that Y/n is not so bad and every day I am enjoying his presence and company more. The truth is that I never imagined that I would get married, but it was because it went against my ideals and my growth as a human being.

But I know that with Y/n my growth as a human being and as a woman will not be crushed or reduced in any way. The freedom that I would have is also something that has pushed me to accept, since that is something that has made it clear to me and I can do what I want as long as it is not something that puts my "marriage" at risk.

And lastly, Y/n was a nice company and I can have an intellectual discussion with him . Without feeling insulted by my sex and my "few" studies or level of knowledge.

He had been really great to me. My mother, like every day, has not stopped asking the prince questions and talking to him in an animated way. Like my little brothers, who have not stopped asking questions about the crown and royalty like every day.

Leaving little time for me to talk to him and tell him in a hidden way that I accept the proposal.

Just before he leaves, I stop him and look around making sure no one sees us. Once I make sure that my mother is busy with my brothers and they with my mother; I have the green light.

Eloise: I accept.- I tell him directly.

Y/n: Accept what?- he asks a bit confused.

Eloise: You are supposed to have studied and gone to the university.- I reproached him amused, giving him a light blow to the back of the head.

Y/n: That's not a reason to hit me.- he claims, rubbing the affected area.

Eloise: Exaggerated.- I say because of her reaction to the light blow. -But I accept your proposal.- I clarify and after a few seconds he opens his eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Are you serious? - he asks excited and with a certain illusion shining in his precious emerald eyes.

Eloise: I'm not kidding, you don't see how I laugh.- I say sarcastically causing him to laugh.

Y/n: I don't care about your horrible humor.- he downplays it with a smile. -I have to think about how to ask your mother for your hand, in the ring and in the house.- he enumerates and opens his eyes. -Where do you want the house? - he asks me with interest.

Eloise: Near Aubrey Hall, it's my family's country house and I don't want to be far from them, but I don't want to be in the center.- I answer. -In addition to the fact that my family is only here during the social season, then they live at Aubrey Hall for the rest of the year.- I explain and he nods in agreement.

Y/n: Perfect, well I guess I'll be back tomorrow for the I 'll ask your mother for your hand.- He nods according to his own plan.

Eloise: I'm afraid we won't be here tomorrow.- I comment with a grimace and I see how the smile disappears from his face.

Y/n: And why is that? - he asks confused.

Eloise: We're going to Aubrey Hall for the weekend, to bond with the family and spend time together; and blah blah blah.- I downplay any kind of importance.

Violet: What are you two talking about? - she asks appearing out of nowhere and scaring us completely.

Eloise: For God's sake mother, don't appear like that.- I ask with a hand on my chest and feeling the accelerated beating of my heart.

Violet: Sorry dear, I didn't know you were so engrossed in your conversation and that you hadn't seen me.- she apologized with an amused smile for my reaction.

Y/n: It's okay, the scares help keep the heart beating.- he says with an amused smile.

Violet: So? What were you talking about? - she returns to question too interested from my point of view.

Eloise: About the fact that tomorrow we're going to Aubrey Hall and that we'll spend the weekend there, so we won't be here for the prince Y/n to come for tea.- I answer my mother and see how the gears of her head begin to move.

Violet: Maybe Y/n can join us and be our guest this weekend.- she offers and it doesn't seem like a bad idea to me.

Y/n: I don't want to impose myself on your family weekend.- he denies with a small smile.

Violet: Don't say nonsense, you don't impose yourself and I'm also inviting you.- she assures him happily. -In addition, the Sharmas and Lady Danbury will also accompany us for another year. In fact, I'm surprised that Lady Danbury hasn't told you anything.- she says a little confused and thoughtful.

Y/n: It will be because of Edwina and her possible relationship with my cousin Friederich .- he comments a bit insecure. -From what I know, they spend a lot of time together and since my aunt can't be supervising all the time, it's Lady Danbury's turn to be watching.- he shrugged at the information.

Violet: Then we'll see each other tomorrow at Aubrey Hall.- she assures Y/n. -Let's go out, so I tell one of my drivers to give directions on how to get to your coachman.- she says threading her arm through the prince's and pulling him towards the entrance of the house.

I just laugh, when he looks at me over his shoulder with a face between surprise and amusement at my mother's attitude.

I shake my head and sigh calmly, knowing that many of my problems will be solved as soon as Y/n asks my mother for my hand. And the rest of my problems will be solved when the prince and I give each other the "yes, I want".

Because something is clear to me, if my mother believes that Y/n is going to ask me to marry him and that we are in love; the rest of the world will believe it too. Because if there is something that my mother is in this life: she is insightful.

None of my brothers have been able to deceive our mother, since she always knew when something did not quite fit and we hid something. So if Lady Danbury is being talked to about my possible marriage to the prince; it means that she believed it.

POV You

As soon as I get to the palace after being at the Bridgerton house , I head towards the tea room and where I'm sure my aunt is.

Now that Eloise has accepted the proposal to marry me, I have to start organizing the proposal and I need my aunt for it. I know that Eloise is not her favorite person after the last season, since at first she was sure it was Lady Whistledown and then she dismissed it; when her political position came to light.

Y/n: Aunt.- I greeted entering the room and making a reference. -I have to talk to you in private.- I ask and I see how she nods giving her servants a look.

Charlotte: Sit down dear.- she asks me pointing to the hole next to her on the sofa . -Tell me what do you want to talk about ? - she asks me interested when I sit next to her.

Y/n: You know that I have come to London with one intention, which is to fall in love and marry a woman from high society, right? - I ask a little nervous, because my aunt is the key to making everything believable and if she doesn't accept my engagement; neither will my father.

Charlotte: I am aware of this and that is why I put Lady Danbury as your supervisor, so that you could be successful in this first season. - she nods with a serious face.

Y/n: Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, aunt.- I point out the interest in her eyes. -I have found the person I want to marry and I want to have your blessing to ask for her mother's hand.- I comment with all the confidence in the world.

Charlotte: So soon? - clearly surprised question. -We've barely been in the season for three weeks.- she says, somewhat impressed.

Y/n: I know, but I can't explain what I feel when I see her or when I'm with her aunt.- I start to say to make it sound credible. -Besides that you have always told me that love does not have a predestined time.- I remind her with a small smile.

Charlotte: Are you sure dear? - she asks me and I just nod. -Do you love her? - she asks staring into my eyes and I stay for a few seconds thinking.

Y/n: Yes.- I answer without taking my eyes off his, trying to look sincere and credible.

Charlotte: Then I give you my permission.- she nods with a huge smile. -And can you tell who is the lucky one? - she questions interested.

Y/n: Eloise Bridgerton, aunt.- I answer confidently and I see the surprise and a hint of annoyance appear on her face.

Charlotte: No.- she denies immediately.

Y/n: Aunt please, I love her and I want to marry her.- I ask, grabbing one of her hands and looking at her with pity.

Charlotte: Can't you choose someone else? Someone who doesn't hang out with political radicals? - she asks in the form of a complaint.

Y/n: She's not a radical girl, she's intelligent and has something on her mind besides the pianoforte.- I defend her without thinking. -The hours fly by when I talk to her, I feel comfortable and I feel that she really wants to be with me because of who I am; and not for being the prince aunt.- I say honestly.

Charlotte: And I'm glad you feel that way about someone dear nephew. But couldn't it be anyone else? - she asks in surrender and I smiled knowing what it means.

Y/n: I'm sorry aunt, but she's the right one for me and I'm sure that if you meet her you'll like her too.- I assure her smiling and seeing how a slight smile appears on her face.

Charlotte: I'll accept her because for me you're like a son and if she makes you happy I can't oppose it.- she finally accepts and I jump on her to hug her.

Y/n: Thanks aunt, you don't know how much this means to me.- I tell her when we parted from the hug.

Charlotte: And how do you plan to ask for her hand? - question interested and excited by the event.

Y/n: Lady Bridgerton has invited me to spend the weekend with them and Lady Danbury at Aubrey Hall; and tomorrow when I arrives I'll ask for her daughter's hand and if she accepts I'll ask her after dinner. - I reply a bit nervous, due to the possibility that she refuses and the plan is spoiled.

Charlotte: And you already have the ring? - she ask and I deny. -Well, come with me dear.- she asks me getting up and I walk next to her.

We walk towards her dressing room, where there is a table full of precious stones on a table in the center and as soon as we stop in front of her she opens a box in the center.

When she opens the box, I widen my eyes to see what's inside and look at her in astonishment.

Charlotte: This was one of the first rings that King George gave me as a gift.- she comments showing me the ring. -The king discovered that emeralds were my favorite stone and he thought it would be a good gift for me; and he was right.- she tells me looking at the ring with a certain sadness and affection.

Y/n: It's beautiful aunt.- I compliment seeing the brilliant stones of the ring.

Charlotte: It has a lot of meaning to me and that's why I want you to have it.- she tells me, offering me the box.

Y/n: No, aunt, as you think, I can't accept something so important and with so much emotional value.- I deny immediately.

Charlotte: I insist.- she says pushing the box in my hands. -I want you to ask that girl to marry me with my ring, for me you are my son and I want this ring to pass into your hands.- she explains and I nod, looking at the ring more carefully .

Y/n: It really is precious. - I whisper, looking hypnotized at the great emerald in the ring.

Charlotte: And valuable, that's why I want you to ask her to marry you with that ring and pass it on from generation to generation.- she assures me and I nod safely.

Y/n: Thank you very much aunt.- I thank her again and hug her again; immediately being wrapped in her arms in an almost maternal way.

Charlotte: I am very proud of you my little one and of how much you have matured; your mother would be proud too. - she whispered safely against my ear and I can't help but tighten the hug feeling the itch in my eyes.

I'm sure you wouldn't be so proud if you knew the truth and the reason for my marriage. She always defended love and from the first day she told me to marry for love. That I would never marry for any other reason than love and here I am, marrying by agreement with my father.

Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper feeling the guilt invade me.

Charlotte: Also, I understand that that girl also likes emeralds.- she assures me amused when we part from the embrace.

Y/n: Let's hope for the best.- I comment amused and looking again at the ring in my hands.

Now all I have to do is pack for this weekend and have Lady Bridgerton accept my marriage proposal to Eloise. I just hope everything goes well.

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Till it bites you back // part 3 (Male!Reader x Eloise Bridgerton)

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Summary: Deeply invested in finding out who Lady Whistledown is partner Eloise and you up. With each second spend together the emotions of love swell up till it makes both parties hunker for a love undescribable [Part 1] [ part 2]

Standing at the sideline of the danceroom, you were observing those on the sideline. You gaze resting a few moments on a lady in soft blue. Her expression saddened as she stared at the dancers. The long yearning on her face as a stake to the heart. Reaching in your pocket, you took out a little brown leather notebook held close with a cord. The pencil followed as you started scribbling observations down. Some movement caught your eye whilst writing, making you look briefly up.

In the blink of an eye you saw a lady make her way over to you. Her dazzling dress kept approaching as it distracted you in blinks. Before she could open her mouth and speak she got greeted by Claude. The right hand of the prince. He held his gloved hand gently up to her by his waist with a shake of his head. The lady stared dumbfound back at him seeing you scribble further behind him.

Without looking back at you, spoke Claude. – “Occupied.” – with the warmest most faked polite smile. The lady left with disappointment. Claude returned to his place near you, but not too close. You observed another lady in a soft pink dress, pearls around her neck. After watching for some moments, you wrote some things down again. Shutting the notebook you approached Claude. Claude stepped side-ways aside to maintain his distance from you as formal as it should be.

“I feel as if I am getting close Claude.” – you exclaimed tugging the notebook in your inside pocket once more. – “My observations are becoming more accurate.” – you continued as Claude turned briefly towards you. – “Your royal highness if I may.” – he started with a bow. With a wave of your hand you ordered for him to do so, occupied with looking around. Claude cleared his throat gently. – “I…don’t get me wrong, but should you not focus on finding a fiancé? A wife?” – he changed wording knowing it was your mother’s dearest wish and here you were at the side-line having ordered Claude to keep every woman at bay.

Dismissing them as you are otherwise engaged. You quirked an eyebrow up, turning to him. – “I do not require to dance to find a possible suitor.” – you told him. Claude bowed his head letting you know he stepped down. Apologizing for overstepping his position. – “Au contraire, Claude I am practically engaged.” – you continued making the poor man gulp in surprise. – “Your Royal Highness, when?” – he asked as you went to completely ignore him.

Caught by a beauty in the midst of the crowd. – “Miss Eloise!” – you called out raising your hand up for her to notice you. Eloise, the fresh breath of air caught had noticed you, smiling widely. Claude looked baffled and puzzled at the lady as you made your way through the crowd towards her.

A few curious heads turned seeing the prince hasten himself through the crowd to reach the Bridgerton girl. Eloise met up with you halfway. – “Your Royal Highness.” – she started wanting to bow as you took her by the wrist, pulling her away from the midst of the crowd. Eloise let you drag her away, seeing a puzzled Benedict glance her way before he was out of sight. By the walls behind a line-up of chattering girls came you to a stop with her. – “Your royal Highness.” – Eloise repeated taking her bow before you now.

It made you chuckle out of breath from surpassing every soul in the ballroom. – “Miss Eloise for our quest of the identity of Lady Whistle.” – you told her grabbing for your notebook. You pulled it out as Eloise’s eyes widened. – “I believe I have become close.” – you continued resting your hand on the cover. – “You… you used a notebook?” – Eloise asked both confused and curious. – “Oui.” – you said proudly only upon seeing her puzzled, you weren’t sure if it was a positive matter.

“Should I have not?” – you asked her, embracing the notebook with your hands, pulling it close to your chest. Your sudden saddened reaction startled Eloise. – “No!” – she blurted out making you look even sadder at her. – “No… I meant…no… I didn’t mean it like that.” – she explained in a haste. – “I am lost…” – you said sighing deep. – “English… I will never understand.” – you mumbled to yourself. At this point it felt as if the world was caving in on you. Nothing made sense. Her reaction to you carrying a notebook felt like a foreign language.

Eloise grabbed you by your elbows, smiling sweetly to make you meet up with her gaze. – “I think it is rather sweet.” – she said lifting your spirit a bit up. – “You… you do?” – asking her to be sure. – “Oui.” – Eloise responded with a little bounce of her feet. Her sweet reaction made you almost want to kiss her. Just by the way of her cuteness and her attempt to speak French. Your language by birth. It moved you to see her put some effort in it. To have the patience and explain herself better when you do not follow.

“What are your findings.” – she said with a little flinch feeling herself get flustered from staring in your gaze. Clearing your throat you opened your notebook. – “Well…” – you began as Eloise came standing close to you. – “I have observed a number of ladies standing on the side.” – you continued feeling a presence close to you. You only had to turn your head slightly to the side to see her face peek over your shoulder into your notebook.

Her eyes darted from your notes to you, staring closely up to each other. – “You… you have a beautiful handwriting.” – she whispered catching herself stare slightly down to your lips. – “As are you…” – you whispered back caught in a stare. Aware of what you just said, you quickly changed your words. – “As is yours.” – you corrected with a nervous clearance of your throat.

Eloise set herself down on her heels laughing. – “My handwriting is terrible. Poorly readable if I say so myself.” – she joked as it made you laugh as well. – “I do not believe a single one of it.” – you chuckled out. Hearing your heart thump loud against your chest, you moved the notebook up to hide the flush in your cheeks. – “You see I…” – you began needing to steady your voice. – “I have taken notes off numerous ladies, yet only seven of them I believe might be Whistledown.” – you informed her. – “May I see that list?” – she asked, you nodded and gave it to her.

Eloise started reading the names out loud that you had listed underneath as possible gossip writers. – “Lady Margaret Price, Miss Agatha Fletcher, Miss Eden Grace. Lady Phryne Fenton, Miss Penelope Featherington.” – Eloise suddenly stopped. – “You… you know her?” – you asked her. – “Yes, she is my dearest friend. How come you think of her?” – she questioned making you pull your shoulders up. – “I never see her dance and she always roams the walls, sliding across the proportions of the room.

I meant no harm with including your friend. I did not know I was merely making a conclusion of finding out the identity.” – you explained with desperation as you hoped it wouldn’t mean losing her. Eloise shook her head. – “It is alright. It is true she rarely dances…” – Eloise said the intensity of her voice wandering off. You plucked your notebook out of her hands. – “I shall exclude her from the list.” – you said out loud already taking out your pencil. – “No!” – Eloise called out putting you to a stop. – “You shouldn’t do that. We must be thorough as partners.”

Her choice of words made you grin foolishly. – “Now we must find a way to be certain.” – she thought as you had a sudden idea. – “Miss Eloise.” – you said tapping her shoulder for attention. – “If you could… we could watch Lady Price. I know for a fact where she will be tomorrow midday. If…if you are not otherwise engaged… I thought perhaps we could…” – saying it out loud it seemed rather foolish now. Eloise’s eyes widened in a cute surprise.

“You want to stalk Lady Price with me?” – she said lowly hoping she had heard you correctly. You could only smile sheepishly at her for the dumbest idea you had yet presented her with. Of course she was going to decline. A midday alone with you, unchaperoned. She was no fool. Perhaps you were. You still needed to get rid of Claude then if this would set foot. It was a foolish idea, thinking you could spend more time with her alone. It was just when you were around her, you couldn’t think rationally.

Certainly when those lovely doe eyes stared right back at you. How her enthusiasm and close manners made your heart beat as ever loudly. – “Why not.” – Eloise spoke making you stare in shock at her. – “What a good idea your Royal Highness.” – she expressed. Smiling proudly you were so glorified by the feeling of her approvement. You leaned a bit closer to her to whisper. – “Meet me tomorrow at noon at the market.”

It was almost an agony to get rid of Claude. He insisted upon following your every move. You had tried lying to him that you require solitude in the garden. Solitude he would be happy to give you within reach of his sight. Getting slightly annoyed you almost had to shout at him to be gone. Finally you were able to get rid of him as your mother required a moment with him. You saw the chance, winked at Liana to keep your little escape a secret and left.

Disguised as a regular man, you waited by the market for Miss Eloise. Suddenly smiling you saw her approach. Her hair down in such elegance it made you swallow hard. The blue cloak over her shoulders giving her a graceful disguise. – “Your Ro…” – she started wanting to bow as you quickly grabbed her by the shoulders, pressing her against your chest for a hug. – “It is Y/n here Eloise. Common Y/n.” – you whispered in her ear with a nervous chuckle.

Eloise’s eyes stood wide slightly panicking at the loud thumping of her heart, hoping you wouldn’t hear it. You let go of her, looking nervous around. – “Alright common Y/n.” – she said smiling. If there was any fluster inside of her, she hid it well. – “Where do we find this Lady Price?” – she asked getting on the tips of her toes to overlook the market.

“There.” – you said motioning with your head. Indeed Lady Price stepped out of her carriage. It made Eloise turn around hoping she wouldn’t see her. You took Eloise’s hand laying it over your arm. – “What do you require dear, some fruits? Flowers? Cattle?” – you suggested seeing the slight panic in her eyes. It made you laugh loud. Eloise chuckling sheepishly back. You glanced over your shoulder watching as to where Lady Price would go. She went to pass by some fruit markets. Pulling Eloise with you, you went after her on a distance.

Eloise and you stood by the fruit booth next to hers. You pretended to look for fruit, picking one up to smell for a second. – “I didn’t know Lady Price did this by herself. You would think she has maids buying fruit for her.” – Eloise whispered to you. – “Perhaps she only trusts her own judgement on fruit?” – you responded making Eloise quirk her eyebrow up. Her expression made you laugh loud.

Your laughter caught Lady Price’s attention as Eloise, and you freaked out. Eloise turned her back to the lady, picking up a watermelon to hold up in front of your face. She waited till Lady Price stopped looking and went on. You came peeking from behind the watermelon with a smile. – “A good choice dear.” – you joked. Eloise lowered the watermelon. – “I don’t think it is ripe yet, dearest.” – she responded putting it back down. Both of you smiled at the little charade going on. – “Not ripe? My fruit is the ripest!” – The owner shouted upon hearing her. Eloise and you wouldn’t have ears for it.

Gazing at each other, you came to her side, walking off with her. You were so lost in her eyes, you barely noticed Lady Price moving on. – “Wait, where is she?” – you said out loud, looking around desperately. – “There!” – Eloise called out. Before you knew it she grabbed your hand, pulling you with her. She started running with you over the market towards the house Lady Price went in. Eloise and you came at the house as she pulled you down behind some sacks of flour.

Crouched she and you crawled a bit closer to an open window to hear word of her conversation. Eloise was narrowing her eyes a bit to focus her hearing on the conversation. What she did made you form a smile. If you could burn her image on your sight, you would be happy if her face was the only thing you could see. Her very existence radiant to you. If one were to ask who your muse was, it was her. Every second spend in her company was uplifting.

The longer you were, the harder it was to say goodbye to her. At this point you never wanted to say goodbye to her. Wanting to have her stuck to you. Heart beating loudly for her, you leaned a bit closer to her. A grave urge to be close to her. A tingle in your lips, restless hands that needed contact with her hands. As clear as day, you wanted her. You weren’t aware of your surroundings anymore. Luckily Eloise was.

She heard the door open startling her. Her body flinched as she turned round, wrapped her arms around you and dropped down with you. You fell on your back, Eloise laying on top of you. Her eyes squeezed shut as you felt her muscles pull together around you to stay hidden. Hoping you wouldn’t be seen. Hearing footsteps fade away, Eloise waited a few minutes before getting up. The moment she got up, you were boiling hot.

If it was possible, there would be steam coming out of your ears. This was the closest she had ever been to you. – “Y/n.” – she said pulling you to sit up by your hand. You needed a second to recover from that. Eloise looked behind her. – “She left. Let us go inside and see what she was doing in there.” – Eloise got up as you had to scramble yourself to your feet. Following her, you went inside. Eloise barged in loudly announcing her presence as you remained on the background.

It took her one observation to understand what kind of house this was. – “Yes?” – a man with round glasses said curious. – “Nothing.” – she replied waving her hand. The owner went back to fill his cabinets. – “Who knew she sought out potions.” – she said smiley. – “I mean if it means becoming numb to hearing Cressida’s annoying voice I would jump at the opportunity of whatever intoxicating concoction he has in those bottles.”

Suddenly aware of you staring dreamily at her, she felt flustered. – “What?” – she asked moving her head a bit back. – “I am so in love with you.” – you confessed unable to keep it to yourself. Eloise smiled shyly away. The shop owner cleared his throat to announce for you to leave if you weren’t buying anything. Eloise and you went outside, making sure no one had seen you come from that house. Imagine the papers. His Royal highness and Miss Eloise Bridgerton seen unchaperoned in search of intoxicating herbs to numb the brain.

It would be scandalous. Eloise and you left the market. – “I believe we can take her off the list.” – Eloise said as you nodded. – “Y/n.” – she said making your flutter at how easy your name rolled off her tongue. – “I… cannot describe what my body experiences but I like it somehow. I never thought I was capable of feeling it, but I do.” – she confessed as you took both her hands.

Keeping an eye on her, you kissed her hands with care and love. Eloise smiled moving her hands so that she was now holding yours. Letting her thumb stroke your hands. Eventually Eloise and you parted as the time spend away from home was starting to get suspicious. You parted with her, knowing you would soon be with her again either to continue your search for Lady Whistledown’s identity or at another ball.

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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The Sun and Moon

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Almost at double digits y'all! This one is a little short

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"You have the chance to best him!" Eloise exclaimed, eagerly watching as Kate got into position. Her ball had perfectly aligned with Anthonys'. Something that had both Kate and Eloise grinning from ear to ear.

"That wouldn't be very sportsmanlike, now would it?" Colin called as everyone gathered to watch Kate. (Y/N) stood beside Benedict, muscles aching and crying, letting (Y/N) know he needed to bow out before he awoke with soreness the next morning.

"I was told unsportsmanlike conduct was a requirement for this game," Kate said and looked back at Daphne with a cheeky smile.

With a soft chuckle, Daphne nodded, "A fast learner you are indeed, Miss Sharma."

"What do you say, My Lord?" Kate asked, tilting her body toward Anthony. The Viscount lifted his gaze away from the two balls, addressing Kate with a curious look. "Are you in a losing mood?"

"My mood shall remain unchanged, regardless of your choice," Anthony responded cooly, resting his fist against his hip. His rather forced smile, however, told otherwise.

"Ah, is that so? You would bravely bear the crushing shame of defeat?" Her words made Edwina's eyes widen, her sisters' competitiveness and cockiness seeming to surprise her. Perhaps she'd never seen this side of Kate, or maybe she just hadn't expected it to come out in front of Anthony.

"Play pleasant, Didi," Edwina whispered with a frown.

"Not to worry, Miss Edwina," Anthony assured the younger woman, leaning in slightly as he spoke, a hint of sarcasm dripping from his next sentence. "In light of my brothers' and sisters' tactics, Miss Sharma conducts herself with much grace indeed."

"Ah." Clicking her tongue, Kate cocked her head. "Then you shall not mind this." Rearing up, she swung her mallet and sent Anthonys' ball flying through the air, disappearing behind some bushes.

"Well done!" Daphne laughed, clapping her hands. Anthony clenched his jaw, inhaling deeply through his nose before tucking his mallet under his armpit and clapping along as well, another forced smile appearing on his face.

"Miss Edwina!" Benedict called, tapping the ground with his mallet. "I believe it is your turn."

However, Edwina seemed less than thrilled, clutching her mallet and approaching her ball. She aligned her mallet with it and after a second, she gave it a hit. The sound of two balls colliding echoed and (Y/N) hummed, watching his dark green ball disappear, followed by Edwinas' blue one.

"Apologies, Mr. Granville! I didn't mean to-"

"It's quite alright, Miss Edwina." (Y/N) brushed her off with a smile and shake of his head. While Edwina seemed far from convinced, shown through her sad doe eyes, she nodded and turned to face the others.

"I think I shall cut out." She announced, giving Daphne a curtsy before walking past everyone, and heading back to the mansion. Anthony acted quickly, almost stumbling over his feet as he jogged to catch up with her.

"Will you be joining Miss Edwina, (Y/N)? If not, you better go fetch your ball." Benedict said, glancing back at Anthony as he rejoined them. "You as well, Brother."

"Up for a walk, Anthony?" (Y/N) questioned with a grin, beginning his trek toward the small forested area.

"Of course." Anthony quickened his face, gently bumping shoulders with him as he fell into pace with him.

With a twinkle in his eyes, (Y/N) tilted his head. "Bet I can find mine before yours!" He called before darting off. Anthony paused for a moment, blinking after the painter before a grin broke out on his face and he geared up, racing after the man with a laugh. The two pushed through the brush, frantically looking for a shine of pink or dark green whilst giggling like schoolboys.

"Oh. Dash it!" Lifting his head, (Y/N) looked over at Anthony, noticing him staring off into the distance, (Y/N) straightened up and walked over, ducking over a low-hanging branch and peering over his shoulder. Then, he spotted them. In the mud.

"What are we waiting for, then?" (Y/N) asked, brushing past Anthony and moving around the muddy ground until he found a small opening without grass covering it. Anthony stood beside him and poked at the mud with his mallet, cringing at the squelching sound it made. Without a second thought, (Y/N) moved, walking through the mud until he reached his ball, water lightly splashing around, disturbed by his footsteps.

Inhaling, (Y/N) aligned his mallet with the ball, taking a moment to glance at Anthony, only to pause when he noticed his expression. Anthonys' jaw had quite literally dropped. Chuckling softly, (Y/N) hit his ball, hard enough to get it out of the mud but light enough that it wouldn't go flying more than a few feet.

"I'm a painter, Anthony. I get dirty all the time." (Y/N) reminded him, motioning for Anthony to retrieve his ball.

"Right, of course," Anthony muttered, stepping into the brown mush and walking forward, almost stumbling when his foot abruptly sank deeper than expected. (Y/N) snorted at the sight, reaching out to steady Anthony before watching him hit his ball, the now speckled pink ball landing near (Y/N)s'.

"Not so hard, was it?" (Y/N) smiled and took a step forward, only to feel his foot slip out of his boot. The loss of weight holding him down unbalanced him and he fell forward with a squeak, effectively covering his chest and arms in mud. The air remained silent for a moment, apart from the chirping of birds and crickets, before Anthony broke out into a fit of laughter. (Y/N) soon joined him, laughing as he rolled over and sat up, shaking his hands and flinging mud at the ground.

"Come on! Don't stand there and laugh at me!" (Y/N) laughed and raised his hand, bending his knees and rearing himself up to stand. Anthony snickered softly and grabbed his outstretched hand, digging his heels into the mud and pulling. But it appeared karma would take swift action against Anthony. He lost grip due to the mud on (Y/N)s hand and tumbled backward, landing on the mud with a squelch. (Y/N) didn't waste time laughing at his misfortune and the dumbfounded look on his face, feeling tears prickle at his eyes from the hilarity of it all.

"That makes us even, then!" He giggled and took his forgotten mallet, using it as a cane of sorts to push himself up. Steadying himself, he collected his boot and slipped it on before leaning over to grasp Anthonys' arms and pull him upward. The two stumbled once more but Anthony quickly rooted himself into the mud, arms wrapping around (Y/N) before he could fall again.

"I suspect we'll have a lot of explaining to do." (Y/N) giggled, still holding onto his arms. A soft breathy sigh escaped him and he noticed Anthonys' silence, tilting his head upward in the slightest and realizing once again the lack of space between them. Anthonys' breath fanned gently against his face and he watched Anthonys' eyes lower onto his lips, the grip around his waist tightening.

"Anthony, we should get back." He meant to speak cooly but the words came out breathless and quiet. Neither of them moved, remaining pressed against each other with their noses nearly touching. Anthony swallowed and his lips parted. He leaned forward in the slightest, gaze flickering up to meet (Y/N)s' before they moved to look at something behind (Y/N).

"Anthony?" (Y/N) frowned, noticing the way Anthony tensed and his features hardened. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, only being able to spot a bench and a tree. The sound of Daphnes' voice seemed to pull Anthony back to reality, arms releasing (Y/N) and dropping to his sides. His gaze fell onto the ground and he cleared his throat.

"We should go." Anthony agreed and turned around, carefully getting back to solid ground before offering (Y/N) his hand, clutching it tightly as (Y/N) awkwardly stumbled out of the mud.

"A-Are you alright?" (Y/N) asked as he regained his footing, glancing back toward the tree but Anthony wordlessly began the trek back to the others. The painter frowned, watching Anthony disappear through the brush and he turned toward the tree. Nothing looked off about it. Perhaps it held childhood memories? (Y/N) didn't wish to pry but the way Anthonys' whole demeanor changed struck him as odd so he began walking toward it, brushing mud off himself as he reached the tree and rounded a corner. He spotted it immediately.

A gravestone with a name carved in. Edmund Bridgerton.

ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ

"If it is a clear mind you seek, Brother, I may know how to help," Colin revealed, swirling the tea one final time before setting it down. "Worldly travelers use it as a way to open their minds and transcend ordinary anxieties." He explained, sprinkling a pinch of the powder into the tea as Benedict snatched the pouch from him and gave it a whiff. He immediately cringed and held back the urge to cough, offering it to the painter sitting beside him.

"Have a whiff at that,

" Benedict muttered in disgust but (Y/N) made no movement to take the pouch. Looking away from his brother, Benedict nudged him with his elbow and furrowed his brows when (Y/N) snapped his head up to look at him. "You alright?"

"Yes, quite alright." (Y/N) answered and nodded, carefully taking the pouch and holding it up to his nose, only to instantly regret inhaling. If anything, it reminded him of horse manure. Grunting softly, (Y/N) set it on the table and shook his head, a chuckle leaving Colin before he offered Benedict the cup.

"It only takes the smallest of doses to feel the effects." Benedict took the cup from him, sighing softly before he took a sip. Smacking his lips a bit, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever's the point? I hardly think a tea will distract me from the momentous decision the proctors at the Royal Schools are making at this very moment." Benedict set the cup down at the table, raising his thumb to his lips and anxiously biting at his nail.

"Or perhaps, it will allow you to escape the thoughts that have been plaguing your mind. The doubts, the questions that seem to linger no matter how far you go to escape them." Looking at Colin, (Y/N) could easily deduce the Bridgerton had no longer been speaking about his brother, and instead about himself.

"Are you quite well, Brother?" Benedict questioned.

"You will see. This tea is quite the elixir." Colin looked back at his brother. "On one occasion, in Paxos, I found myself meditating for hours upon a single blade of glass."

"Seems like quite...." (Y/N) trailed off as Benedict retrieved the pouch and proceeded to dump all of its contents inside his tea, frantically mixing it before bringing it up to his lips and gulping it all down. Colin and (Y/N) remained silent as they stared at Benedict in shock, slowly turning to look at each other with wide, concerned eyes.

"Nobody's ever died from this, right?"

"No, I don't think so..." Colin responded, looking back at Benedict who held a hand to his mouth as if it'd prevent the drink from rising back up.

"I suppose we'll see how strong it truly is." (Y/N) muttered, pulling the cup away from Benedict and inspecting the inside. He had indeed drank it all, specks of the purple powder coating the top. If it didn't kill Benedict within the hour, then surely he'd be alright. Hopefully.

"Tell me, (Y/N), why did you leave the academy?" Benedict asked again, licking his lips and cringing when his tongue picked up more of the powder.

"You left? Why so? You enjoy painting, do you not?" Colin shifted in his chair, picking up his own cup of tea, though his had no powder mixed in.

"It's... Well, it's nothing exciting. There was no drama, I just..." Chuckling softly, (Y/N) picked up his cup as well and stared down at the light brown liquid, feeling the warmth of it passing through the cup and heating his fingers. "I realized I just didn't belong there. I was more content at home, selling art to anyone who knew of me. I liked being home with my family, rather than away with strangers. I've always been alone and to suddenly not be... It wasn't what I wanted."

"Truly?" Benedict asked, more softly and quietly.

"Perhaps heartbreak had something to do with it." (Y/N) revealed with a sad chuckle, raising the cup to his lips and taking a large sip. Setting his cup down and straightening up in his chair, he leaned against the armrest and sighed.

"Heartbreak?" Benedict questioned.

"It was silly. Nothing exciting, as I said." (Y/N) smiled at the two brothers. "Just loved someone who ended up with someone else."

"Sorry to hear," Colin muttered, eyes falling down onto the table. "If you don't mind me asking... If you could speak to her once more, would you?"

"Brother-"

"Perhaps, I'd think so." (Y/N) nodded. Colins' head snapped up to look at him. It seemed Miss Thompson still plagued his mind, even after the betrayal and her marriage to someone else.

"I'd like to know what life is like for them... Are they happy? Are there regrets? Guilt?" (Y/N) could tell Colin had similar questions, questions he knew all too well.

"But, there is as well, the fact that sometimes the truth will hurt us more than the pain of losing them." He added softly. "Some things are better left undisturbed in the past so they don't haunt us in the future."

"Sometimes I wonder if you're actually centuries-old... maybe you drink blood to replenish this youthful look."

"Are you calling me a vampire, Benedict?"

"Perhaps."

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(Y/N) tightly held onto his cup of wine, biting down on the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold back the urge to laugh at Benedict. The tea hadn't killed him, though from the stare Violet gave her son, perhaps it would've been better if it had. He took a small sip and set the cup back down, making eye contact with Colin and feeling his lips stretch into an amused grin.

"Why don't you eat, Benedict?" (Y/N) quietly encouraged, letting a soft giggle slip as Benedict shoved a piece of bread into his mouth. He turned his head away from the intoxicated Bridgerton and looked down the table, making eye contact with Anthony. The memory of the previous day replayed in his mind and he could tell Anthony had been thinking about it too. Nevertheless, Anthony offered him a smile, and (Y/N) returned it. He looked back at Benedict when he groaned, watching him reach for his cup only to knock it over, spilling the wine inside. The sound made Kate and Eloise flinch and in turn, Benedict covered his face sheepishly.

"It's alright, Ben." (Y/N) muttered with a chuckle, picking the cup back up, the wine having stained the white tablecloth underneath.

"Benedict, dear, you alarm our guests." Violet voiced her displeasure, eyeing her grinning son.

"It's truly all right, Lady Bridgerton," Kate assured her with an amused smile.

"Perhaps," Lady Danbury picked up her cup and a fork, gently tapping the two together to silence everyone and pull the attention toward her. "It is time for a toast."

"To cheer our guests." Violet nodded in agreement.

"Or to tend to other pressing matters." Lady Danbury added, turning to look at Anthony. (Y/N) felt the amusement of the night slip away and he turned to look at Anthony as well. He felt a prickle in his gut, like the tip of a knife getting ready to plunge in, but he simply took his cup and held it in his hand.

"A toast, right." Anthony rose up from his seat, clearing his throat and wiping his hands. "My sincere gratitude to the Sharmas for joining us, and to Mr. Granville for joining us last minute as well. It has been splendid having you here to witness what is now my second annual loss at pall-mall. Not to be repeated, I assure you. And my special gratitude to Miss Edwina. It was certainly been a privilege to truly make your acquaintance these past days. In fact, I believe there is a question I would like to ask you."

The silence that fell over the room had been deafening. Edwinas' breathing had quickened and she stared at Anthony with hopeful eyes. He looked away from her, gaze drifting over everyone's face before he finally looked at (Y/N). The painter looked down at his lap as soon as their eyes made contact and Anthony felt his heart squeeze. "I should like to, uh..." Taking another deep breath, he smiled at her. "I should like to ask you to please refrain from telling anyone back in London about yesterday's loss. I fear the harm to my reputation would simply be too great."

And with that, the prickle went away and (Y/N) felt confusion settle in instead, looking back up at Anthony. "To the pleasant days ahead!" He raised his cup and (Y/N) lifted his for a moment before gulping down the remains, unable to look at Edwina nor any of the Sharmas. Anthony had his chance to propose to Edwina. Why hadn't he?

With dinner over, Kate and Edwina took their leave, heading to their shared bedroom as Violet and Lady Danbury pulled Mary aside to speak with her. The rest of the Bridgertons, whilst confused, headed off to their bedrooms. However, Benedict grabbed (Y/N)s' hand and pulled him along to the room they'd been in earlier.

"Benedict, what-" Benedict pressed his finger against (Y/N)s' lips, effectively shushing him and he instead took out a canvas, taking some paints out, and shedding his coat. Pulling up his sleeves, he dipped his fingers in the paint and began painting, almost hypnotized by the canvas. (Y/N) stared at his friend and sighed, bringing a hand up to his temple.

"You Bridgertons are so confusing." He muttered, plopping down on a nearby chair and watching Benedict paint to his hearts content, only looking away when Colin peered into the room, raising a brow.

"You two are still up?" Colin questioned, stepping further into the room. Benedict grabbed Colins' face and messily kissed his cheek, arms wrapping around his neck afterward.

"It's magical, Brother. You were right. I've allowed my doubts to plague me for too long. The Royal Academy Schools are not arbiters of taste. The world is!" Benedict exclaimed, a twinkle in his eye as he took in his painting. Eloise entered the room with a letter in hand and (Y/N) stood up, standing beside Benedict as Eloise handed it to him. Benedict unfolded it and read the letter, slowly looking up at the three.

"I have a place." He muttered before chuckling. "The Royals Schools have accepted me as a student. I got in!" Benedict whirled around, wrapping his arms around (Y/N) and sloppily kissing his cheek as well before stumbling toward the window and thrusting it open.

"Benedict, get away from the window before you fall!" (Y/N) called, following after the Bridgerton as he screamed into the night. Grabbing the waistline of his pants, he pulled him back inside and got him seated. "Fresh air would do you some good, but please don't fall."

"I got in," Benedict whispered, staring out into the dark abyss of the night.

Smiling softly, (Y/N) ran his hand through Benedicts' hair, nodding along. "I knew you'd get in, Benedict. You've got the talent for it." He cooed, feeling Benedict lean over and rest his head against (Y/N)s leg. He looked back toward Colin and Eloise, motioning for Colin to get Benedict. The Bridgerton sighed and walked over, coaxing his brother to stand.

"Let's get you bathed and ready for bed before Mother sees you like this, Brother," Colin said, pulling Benedicts' arm around his shoulder and dragging him out of the room.

"Well, I suppose I should head to bed," Eloise said, turning towards the doorway. "Good night, Brother." She grinned over her shoulder before leaving the room.

Letting out a soft chuckle, (Y/N) sat on the windowsill, feeling the cool night air envelop him. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. So much had happened over the course of two days. What more could occur before the ton even arrived? Right, the ton. His parents would join them soon, and his father would no doubt have a million questions. And (Y/N) would have to lie to him. To tell him nothing happened, that everything was perfectly fine when it wasn't.

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Carefully plucking the flowers, (Y/N) raised one of them and inhaled, smiling at the smell. He reached for another one, plucking it as a shadow cast over him, blocking the sun. He rose up and sighed, studying the flowers for a moment. Red and pink camellias. They'd be lovely to paint and if the painting turned out well enough, he could gift it to Violet. She'd always seem fond of flowers.

"Miss Edwina is no doubt hurt by what occurred yesterday." He spoke first, listening to Anthony sigh.

"It was not my intent. I... I was unprepared and-"

"Lady Danbury shouldn't have sprung it up on you. I understand they're eager for a wedding, but she should've let you decide when and where." (Y/N) continued and looked at him, giving his friend a soft smile. Anthony released the breath he'd been holding, relieved to see the painter hadn't been angry at him.

"If you wish to marry Miss Edwina... You must propose soon. With the ton arriving, there will be other gentlemen who'll take the lack of proposal as disinterest and they'll wish to pursue her." (Y/N) reminded him, hearing the gentle buzzing of a bee nearby, probably looking to settle on one of the flowers in his hand. "And-"

"Do not move."

"What-" Anthony suddenly grasped (Y/N)s' arms to keep him still, wide eyes focused on (Y/N)s' wrist. Looking down, (Y/N) noticed the small bee walking along his clothed wrist, headed towards the flowers. He shook his hand and the bee flung upward, landing on his neck and giving it a little sting before (Y/N) brushed it off with a small pout.

"(Y/N), a-are you alright? Can you breathe?!" His eyes darted to Anthony upon hearing his panicked voice, noticing his erratic breathing and fearful eyes.

"It was a bee, Anthony-" Despite his words, Anthony only seemed to grow more fearful. Releasing the flowers, (Y/N) raised his hands to cup Anthonys' face, forcing the Viscount to look him in the eye. "Anthony, take a deep breath. Anthony-" The Bridgertons' eyes began to water and he stumbled over his words, incoherently speaking until (Y/N) pressed his lips against his, silencing him. The action made Anthony tense and (Y/N) pulled back, dropping his hands from Anthonys' face.

"I... I only meant to distract you, my apolo-" It was (Y/N)s' turn to be interrupted with a kiss, Anthony's hands gently gripping his arms. He only released him at the sound of a horse in the distance, realizing how out in the open they were. Anthony took a step back and swallowed.

"I-I must help Mother with preparations." He excused himself, turning around and quickly walking away, almost breaking out into a jog. (Y/N) watched him disappear around the corner, raising a hand to his face, dragging a finger over his lips. Had that truly happened? His gaze lowered onto the grass and he crouched down, collecting the flowers one by one until he noticed color in the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he felt a sudden wave of dizziness at the sight of the shocked figure.

"Kate..."

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startwelve · 3 months

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Hello, how are you? Sorry for the inactivity, these last few weeks I had personal problems… I tried to write to escape them, but I couldn't, my imagination was blocked, and my thoughts focused on those problems. Therefore, I apologize because I don't know when I will be able to write again, I will be active on the platform, but I will not be able to write.

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cosmal · 2 years

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arranged | benedict bridgerton

pairing: benedict bridgerton x reader

authors note: forgot i had this in my drafts so i roughly edited it so i could post it. so if it’s a bit messy at the end, sorry about that! also i’m not very good at bridgerton dialogue or vocab so sorry if that’s also a bit rough :)

summary: benedict bridgerton has been in love with you since your were kids. and he will not stand there and watch you ruin your life with an arranged marriage.

warnings: angst, arranged marriage, gross old men

words: 3000+

you had never been one for the fuss and feathers of which was a ball. you found it so very demeaning to women and not to mention, two-thirds of the men at every ball you found yourself at, were almost double your age. even though with each season passing, you grew older, the men still stayed at their very old age. it seems as if the ton were never running short of old men looking for young women to marry.

your very own debut seemed like it was forever ago; in reality, it really was. but every year you managed to pursue to the end of the season without a possible suitor wanting to court you, let alone want your hand marriage. your mama didn’t mind either. your father had left a large inheritance for you both after his passing, so she knew that when she did pass away, you would have enough money to support yourself for many, many years to come. so however you decided to spend your time at the many balls that you attended each year, whether it be finding a love match, or hiding away in the shadows, then so be it. it was your choice, and she would support you with whichever path you would take in life. she didn’t care what other people thought about your love life, which was a hard thing to do in high society.

your disinterest in balls and marriage was probably how you had become so close with the bridgerton family. the idea of marriage for a few of the family members was a displeasing one, to say the least. eloise was so very opposed to the way in which men and women became married in today's society. anthony barely even wanted to marry for love for the many years he had been out in the world and then there was the second eldest, benedict, who just hadn’t found his way in life and hadn’t even thought of marriage for many seasons. you had both found yourselves in similar predicaments and maybe that was why you had become close with the bridgerton man.

for the many years that your family had been friends with the bridgerton family, you had always gotten along with the second-born child of violet and edmund. you were closest in age to him, and basically growing up together, you had almost been attached at the hip since you could both walk. whenever you had found yourselves in each other's presence, there was never a dull moment nor a pause in conversation. you were truly grateful to have such a gentleman in your life to make up for the lack thereof in high society.

benedict had always been the one to stop you from being whisked away by strange men at every ball you both attended, and you to him. you would always be there with an excuse as to why he couldn’t dance with women you knew weren’t the right match for him. especially when you knew he wasn’t interested in anyone at the dance to begin with. some of the excuses benedict would make to rid the male suitors for you were absolutely outrageous at times, but he knew that they would always get a giggle out of you, and a sour look from them. you were truly grateful for how benedict would respect your wishes and help you with the tasks of turning away possible candidates. he was also thankful to you for helping prolong the happenings of another wedding in the bridgerton family.

though not even the actions of benedict bridgerton would be able to help keep away the old men of the gentry anymore. last week your mama passed away, pneumonia getting the best of her. you had been a mess, cooped up in your own empty house for the past couple of days, mourning the loss of your beloved mother. you knew that now that it was just you left in the house, that would mean that one of your forgotten relatives would be joining you in your home, to become the new head of the house. uncle roger, your father's brother, had always tried to weasel his way into your house, into your money, ever since your father had passed away. though your mother always opposed it and would find a way to keep him away. whether he was afraid of losing his connection to your family and the money, or your mother had something over him, he stayed away. up until now. you were now living alone in your house, without a husband or a head of household, so he was to move in. and you knew your days without a husband were soon to disappear.

“are you sure you are ready, y/n?” benedict asked you as you sat on the seat opposite him. the formalities of proper titles were dropped years ago, as you were all basically family. except you still insisted on still calling lady bridgerton by her title, because it felt right.

lady bridgerton had insisted you come to your first ball back, with her and her family, just so you felt some comfort being surrounded by people you knew, not sir y/l/n. “yes benedict. i promise.” you gave him a small, unconvincing smile, before standing to follow eloise out the door to get to the carriage.

“she can take care of herself…” lady bridgerton mumbled into benedict’s ear once you were mostly out of earshot.

“yes i know- it’s just as soon as she heads to that ball, i know her uncle will have suitors lining up for her out the door.” he sighs, placing his hand over his mama’s.

“she has avoided married life her entire adulthood, i am sure she can do it for another season. but if lord y/l/n arranges someone for her, there is nothing you can do about it.” lady bridgerton exited the room, hoping not to keep the rest of the family waiting.

“there are plenty of things i can do about it.” benedict mumbles to himself before following behind his mama.

benedict, eloise and yourself, once again found yourselves surrounding the refreshments table, not one thought crossing any of your minds to head to the dance floor.

you and benedict sipped on your champagne, as you both eyed uncle roger over the rims of the flutes. before you knew it he was making his way over to the three of you, well really you, with another gentleman following behind.

“miss y/n, i would like you to meet sir buford.” your uncle introduces the old man next to him, grabbing hold of your upper arm, “he would like to have this dance with you.”

“i would rather poke my eyes-” before you could even finish your sentence, your uncle was squeezing your upper arm with such a force, you were sure it would already be turning purple. “oh i’m sorry! of course i would like to dance with you!” you strained out, a fake smile plastered across your face

benedict almost spat his champagne out, becoming a spluttering mess. he looked to you to hopefully find humour in your reply, but all he was met with was a hurtful smile as you took sir buford’s arm. you didn’t even look back at benedict, hoping to seek refuge in the remarks he usually made to save you from your possible suitors. benedict was bewildered as to why you wanted to take to the floor with such a decrepit old man.

he reached out to grab your arm, turning you around whilst trying to be dragged off by sir buford. “what are you doing?” benedict slightly laughed, confusion etched over his face. he obviously knew you didn’t want to dance with this man, so why were you even entertaining the fact? but all you did was give him a pitiful smile before being dragged off even more.

benedict watched on as sir buford’s hands got a little too close for comfort against your lower back, a look of disgust formed on your face. he hadn’t seen you dance in such a long time, and it made him think back to the last time you probably did grace the floor. which was with him. he remembered how your face was much the opposite to what it was with sir buford’s hands on your own. it made him think how if he had ever had the courage to ask you to the floor again, you wouldn’t be in this situation. it wouldn’t be buford’s small hands slowly making their way lower on your back, it would be his own holding you with the respect you deserved. he would hold you so delicately in fear that you would crumble under his touch.

benedict quickly shook the thought from his head, scorning himself for thinking of you like that. he had always had held such adoration for you, always wanting there to be something more between the two of you. but he held too much respect for you and your feelings towards marriage. he would let you find your own way in the world, and if there was no room for another in your life, then so be it.

benedict had been so caught up in his selfish thoughts, he hadn’t only just managed to turn his attention back on to you as you had stormed out of the hall, a gloved hand raised to your teary eyes. without even thinking twice, he followed after you, mere seconds after the door had closed behind you. he opened it back up, calling out your name, the edge of your dress just slipping around the corner, out into the backfield.

“y/n!” he called once more, watching you rush out into the grass, not once turning back to look at him. you stopped at the edge of the dam, just as benedict had finally caught up to you. “y/n? what is the matter?”

you turned around, the look of your glassy eyes reflecting the moonlight, caused benedict’s heart to shrink in its cage. he had never seen you this distraught in your life. “uncle roger..he uh-“ you stammered on your words, trying not to let the tears fall down your cheeks. “he’s arranged for me to marry sir buford. the wedding is next week!” you sourly laughed at how daft you sounded.

you watched as benedict’s jaw went slack, his eyes widening momentarily. he swallowed deeply before replying, “he what?” was all benedict could muster the courage to say. the words failing him in front of you for the first time ever. you and him always had so much to talk about, but for this once he could not think of a single word he could allow to leave his stupid mouth.

“i cannot,” benedict clears his throat, stammering over his words just like you, “we cannot allow that to happen.” benedict obviously knew how arranged marriages worked and how there were very few ways to escape them.

“what do you mean, we cannot let that happen? there is absolutely nothing anyone can do.” you choked out a laugh, which quickly turned into a sob rattling throughout your chest.

your sobs quickly turned into sharp and painful breaths being pulled from within your lungs, your skin suddenly feeling as if it was on fire. you paced back and forth along the bank of the dam, your chest screaming for more air than it was possible to allow it. your hands were aching to be freed from your gloves, reaching up to your arms to try to pull the silk off.

you groan in frustration when there was no ease to getting them off, “ugh why won't they come off!” before you could ruin the fabrics by ripping off the expensive piece of clothing, benedict is at your side helping you slide them off.

“here let me help…” you look up at him as his face is mere centimetres from your own. as he pulls the last of the second glove off, he looks down at your face, his breath tickling your cheeks.

you feel his arms around your own, causing you to shift a little, but benedict’s face never looks away from your own. you quickly snap out of your daze, pushing benedict off you with your now glove-less hands.

“stop.” you let out a shaky breath, raising your hands to your eyes, to wipe the remnants of the tears that were on your cheeks.

“stop what?” he looks at you as if he’s done nothing wrong, his stupid doe-eyes looking back at you, and you swear you could’ve kissed the smirk off of his face right then and there.

you had always had feelings for the man in front of you, but you never had them as strong as you did right now, as he stood there, with only the moonlight illuminating his figure. you weren’t sure if it was because you had such an emotional week from your mother's passing, or if it was the sudden arranged marriage you had learned of 10 minutes prior. but you had never felt more love towards benedict than you had at that moment.

“someone could see us…” you mumble, stepping away from him, looking around in hope that no one was near.

“that may not be too unfortunate,” he replies, that smirk still on his face.

“what could you mean by that, benny?” his nickname falls off your tongue and you regret it straight away. given your current situation, you felt as though it wasn’t appropriate to use. you slouch forward, fiddling with your gown in your hands.

“when have you ever cared if someone was watching, y/n?” benedict laughs, stepping closer to you.

“it does not matter what i used to think anymore, benedict. all my thoughts and feelings are irrelevant now that i am to have a husband.” you laugh again for the third time that night. “i do not know what i am to do.”

tears well in your eyes as benedict makes his way over to you, “i think i know what we can do.”

“you keep saying we, benny.”

“yes, because i can help you.” he smiles, placing his hands on your cheeks, using his thumb to rub your skin. you frown up at him as he leans in to passionately place his lips against yours. at first you freeze, taken aback by his actions. but it doesn’t take long before you’re putty in his hands. you relax against his frame, kissing him back as his hands move to the middle of your back.

you both pull away breathless, your arms still around each other, “how does that help in any way, mr bridgerton?” you smile up at him, him mirroring your expression.

“because i am very well sure that you cannot get married if you are already courting someone. especially if no one has actually proposed yet.”

“that would never work.” you wave him off dismissing his thoughts, knowing that your uncle would never allow it.

“yes it will.” he grabs ahold of your hands, getting down on one knee, the biggest grin you’ve ever seen gracing his face. “will you marry me?”

your eyes go wide as you grab hold of his upper arms to try to hoist him back up off the wet grass, “what are you doing?!” you laughed.

“y/n i know this is outrageous, but i’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life.” he grasps your hands even tighter, studying your features for any changes to suggest he really should shut up. “i have loved you ever since i knew what true love was. i have loved you all the times we had been together and all the times we’ve been apart.” he stands back up, needing to be eye level with you to finish what he was saying.

“i know i have had our entire lives to confess my feelings to you, but i knew you did not want marriage. it has never been on your mind. but i cannot stand here and watch you throw away the rest of your life, married to a man who will not care for you nor show you the love that i will.”

you stood there, so unbelievably shocked at his confession. you always had a hope in you that your feeling towards benedict were reciprocated and now he was really here in front of you, proposing. you could’ve sworn it was all a dream.

“yes.” was all you say back to him. maybe his little plan would work. and even if i didn’t, you didn’t care. you would run away with benedict bridgerton and never come back if it meant that you could spend the rest of your life with him, and not with a man who didn’t allow you the time of day nor show you any respect. something you knew benedict was capable of because he had been the best man in your life since forever. there was never a day that went by where he didn’t care for you and show you the respect you deserved.

“yes?” benedict let go of the breath he was holding in, his face lighting up.

“i mean there are worse things in the world.” you giggled causing benedict’s face to drop, a hurt look playfully replacing the last.

“i beg your pardon?” he dramatically gasps, lightly pushing your shoulder.

“i am only kidding. all in good laughter.” you smile at him, taking your hands in your own, “i could not think of any better way to live my life, than to be with you. i could not envision my future without you by my side. i never have.”

you think deep down you had always seen your future being spent with the brunette boy you had grown to know and cherish ever since you were little. so when all of that had been taken away from you in the blink of an eye, you realised how badly you wanted to be with him.

“neither have i. you have always been in my life, and you always will be.”

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