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Shadow and Bone (2021-)

Season 2 Sneek Peak

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Can you write a fluff Benedict Bridgerton request where Lady Whistledown decides to publish a lie that the reader (a close Bridgerton family friend) is engaged in order to get Benedict to admit the feelings he’s harbored since their teens for her despite his family’s meddling?

Lady Whistledown Knows Best

Warnings- If you have mommy issues this will make you sad because your mom comforts you in this... so good luck with that lol.

Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 911

Summary- Lady Whistledown publishes a not so true congratulations to a not engaged reader that sends the ton into a frenzy.

Dearest Readers,

It seems we have a rather special announcement. We have our first engagement of the season, and that honor goes to our very own Y/N L/N. It truly is a shock who is this mysterious suitor that came out of the woodwork so fast? And here I was thinking Benedict was destined to be with his childhood friend forever. However, you know what they say the early bird truly does get the worm. I wish the rest of you an eventful season and hope you do not end up like our poor Benedict.

Yours Truly,

       Lady Whistledown

I was in utter shock over Lady Whistledown’s paper why would she publish such outlandish lies. Has she always been spreading lies and we just believe them. I feel like I can’t breathe she just ruined my chances of ever finding a suitor. Where did she even get these ideas especially thinking Benedict would ever choose me. We have been bickering constantly since we were children.

I was interrupted from my internal panicking by rapid knocks on my door. 

I hear my mother's voice filled with joy “Y/N why did you not tell me you were betrothed. I can not believe you were the first of the season! I am so proud!”

I quickly rip open the door to see my mother’s eyes filling with tears of joy. 

Shaking with anxiety I swallow hard to try not to vomit “Mother I do not know where Lady Whistledown got these outlandish ideas but none of them are true! She has ruined my chances of ever being married now I will be unbetrothed forever!”

My Mother frowns and pulls me into a tight hug “It is okay my dear we will prove these accusations to be falsed and you will continue with the season like nothing happened.” My mama has always had a way at calming me down and pets my head like she did when I was a child. “I am sure the Bridgertons are upset as well I can not believe Lady Whistledown would air his love for you out to the world.”

“Mother what on earth are you talking about Benedict and I have disagreed on everything since we were children. I can’t imagine him wanting to be with someone who fights with him his whole life.” I let out a fake laugh trying to not let my disappointment show.

My Mother laughs, “Darling you fight like an old married couple that’s the difference. Why don’t we go visit the Bridgertons I am sure you and Benedict need to talk and I’d love to talk to Violet about the whole situation.”

“I guess that would be fine... but just so I can prove everyone wrong and show that he does not harbor feelings towards me.” I say pointing my finger at her and furrowing my eyebrows.

She laughs and shakes her head “Can you please ask them to prepare the carriage well I get ready.

I nod fustrated that she is amused with this whole situation. I quickly turn to the door and storm off to open it so I could go to the servants entrance. I am however greeted to surprise when I swing open the door Benedict is standing right there holding his hand up preparing to knock. Benedict gasps in shock at me swinging the door open with his hand still in up in the air.

“Um.. Hello Benedict. I’m.. so sorry about what Lady Whistledown said about you.” I step to the side, “Uh... would like to come in so you don’t have to hold your hand in the air forever?”

“Oh! Right of course.” Benedict says way more nervous than usual. He quickly puts his hand down and wipes them on his pants.

“I.. wasn’t expecting company. Let me go prepare some tea.” I go to turn away from Benedict but he quickly grabs my arm and pulls me back.

“Who are you betrothed to! Because I am sure I told everyone in the ton that I was planning to court you!” Benedict rushes out.

I blink a couple of times trying to process what Benedict just said. I surely must of heard him wrong so I respond, “excuse me?”

“Who are you betrothed to?” He asks slower this time.

“No one Lady Whistledown has no idea what she is talking about!” I gasp out.

“Oh..” Benedict says a little embarrassed. “I wish I had confessed my feelings more like a gentlemen then.” He mutters and fidgets with his hands.

I smile which slowly turns into laughs and Benedict starts to turn red. 

“I am sorry my feelings are amusing to you Y/N I will just leave then,” he grunts out upset.

I quickly grab his arm, “That is not what I meant at all! It’s just we knew each other our whole lives with us to embarrassed to tell each other how we feel and all we needed was for some anonymous person to make you jealous.”

Benedict smiles, “So you return my feelings as well?”

I nod and blush well Benedict has the widest smile “I bet it was Eloise who wrote it she always hears me whine about you and has been pushing me to tell you forever.” Benedict laughs.

“Well your sister does know what is best,” I smile.

“Ugh, don’t say that she already has a big head. Let’s just say Lady Whistledown knows best.” He groans out.

“I like that”

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Could you do a Benedict Bridgerton request where Eloise lets it accidentally slip about Benedict’s old relationship with Madame Delacroix to the reader (who’s Benedict liked since they were children) leading to the siblings needing to do damage control when she begins to acts indifferent to him?

A/N: Now this is very cute! Thank you for this request, Anon!

Swear

Summary: Eloise was never good in keeping her mouth shut, especially when it came to love.

Warnings: A hint of Angst but mostly Fluff

“How could you?!”

“Eloise what made you think to do such a thing?!”

“It slipped out, I promise!”

“Not on purpose I take it?”

“Oh hush, Colin!”

Eloise hung her head in her hands as she was surrounded by her elder siblings, apart from Benedict.  He was gone for the afternoon, having some affairs taking care of and not realizing that snowball of emotions that Eloise started three days prior.

They were all in shock from the news that she told her brothers and sisters that included yourself Benedict and a Madam Delacroix.  Eloise was simply making conversation with you three days ago, the pair of you walking together with linked arms amongst the gardens to get some fresh air in your lungs from the recent heat wave.  Eloise considered you a great friend, apart from Penelope of course, and she would confide in your with everything and anything.

Yet the last thing she thought she would do was tell you about Benedict and Delacroix and their own rendezvous together that happened months prior, a secret that was blown out of proportions.

Eloise only assumed that you and Benedict being cordial with one another, your families growing up knowing each other and you and Benedict have played together since you were babes.  You two would play constantly, you tagging along with the boys and trying to keep up with them, being thick as thieves with all of the elder Bridgerton.  Benedict most of all, the pair of you always laughing and talking together with ease.  There were even those who would assume you and Benedict would be together as you got older.  Even Anthony and the other siblings were making bets behind your backs to see if you and Benedict would admit your feelings to one another.

But it never happened.  

Now that Eloise did let the cat of the bag with the old relationship between Delacroix and Benedict, you weren’t showing up to the house for social gatherings anymore.  In fact, you were avoiding the family all together, perhaps drinking in the news that your friend told you and making you feel rather alpine in comparison.  Madam Delacroix was a beautiful woman, of course eyes would linger to her and you had no reason to deny her beauty in comparison to you.  You were more plain, which there was nothing wrong with that, but now that comparison was eating you alive.

Not to mention your feelings for Benedict that to have had for years. 

His daring nature, artistic eye for creativity and the arts, his laugh that seemed to bring you joy on dire days, and his handsome stare he would give you when you thought he wasn’t watching you.  It was all rolled into one with him, and to think he seemed so close for you to touch, to express how to feel.  

Yet now, now you felt yourself unworthy of him.

You never knew that Benedict was rather hurt and conflicted when you stopped reaching out to talk to him, or when you are avoiding him when he would walk into the room, even your gentle smile not appearing on your face anymore.  It made Benedict wonder if he did something to offend you, if he said the wrong thing or overstepped. You never knew the feelings he had for you as well, how he wished he was brave enough to tell you how he has felt strong feelings outwards you since your first coming out event some years ago.  

You both were in the dark about one another, and it might have been too late. 

“We need to fix this, swiftly and with no delay” Daphne said in determination as she was pacing back and forth in front of the roaring fire.  The other were watching her think, the ever thoughtful scowl on her brow was evident enough that she was hatching a plan in her mind, “Perhaps we can invite her for dinner, explain how it was a misunderstanding,” 

“She won’t respond to any of my letters to her,” Eloise explained in a groan, “I’ve tried plenty of times!”

“Well I wouldn’t answer you either if you let slip that kind of information,” Colin snorted at his sister, dodging a throw pillow that was chucked at him by Eloise a second later.  

“Perhaps we can talk to Benedict and see how he feels about it, maybe he doesn’t know what happened,” Anthony reasoned with Daphne as she shook her head.

“We don’t need to bring him more into this and find out about what was told to her,” Daphne countered back, “No, I’ll go talk to her at once and try to smooth out the situation.  Join me, Anthony, won’t you?”

“What, what about me?” Colin asked as Anthony rushed over to get his traveling cloak ready.  Daphne could only glare at him as she pointed one finger in his direction.

“You and Eloise shall stay here!  Eloise, merely because of the situation she has made because of her loose tongue,” Daphne said in a control tone, Eloise grumbling into another throw pillow next to her as Daphne looked then over to Colin, “And you…..because who knows that will come out of your mouth,”

“Daphne?” Anthony called out to her as he was looking out of the window intensely, Daphne’s head whipping over to him now as he pointed in the direction of the window, “I don’t think we need to go over to her home.  She’s here,” 

All of the siblings scrambled over to the window, Colin nearly tripping over his feet as the four fo them hovered near the window.  Of course, they were ducking out of the way to be out of sight, for they saw you and Benedict walking side by side along the lawns right outside the home, looking deep in an intense conversation and focusing on one another.  

“You suppose they are talking about it?” Eloise asked, sounding rather hopeful.

“I should hope so,” Anthony replied, “They look civil with one another.  Perhaps it’s a good talk,”

“Either way, I do hope they can come to an agreement about their feelings for one another,” Daphne explained.  The rest of the siblings were watching in both intrigue and fascination, not being able to hear what was going on and only relying on what was seen.  Perhaps there was still hope for you two to get together, no matter the sticky situation that Eloise made.  

They could only hope and pray.

“Thank you for agreeing to come see me,” Benedict said to you as you walked side by side along the pebbled path, “I was hoping to speak to you for the past few days, since it feels like….you’re avoiding me,”

“That seems to be the case,” You agreed, feeling rather foolish when you confessed that to him, “I had to clear my mind and not bring any kind fo discomfort to you if we were to meet—“

Benedict placed his hadn’t on your arm to stop you both from talking and from walking, you both freezing in your spot as he stared at him kindly with a hint of concern.  You felt your breath being lost for a moment from being so close to him, trying to contain yourself since you were still thinking about what Eloise told you and that deadly comparison that was going on in your head.

“You could never bring me discomfort,” He swore to you, “It is I that feels as thought I brought you discomfort,”

“Oh, never!  You have been nothing but coridal and the upmost gentleman to me, Benedict,” You reassured him in earnest, sighing in defeat as you spoke again, “It’s just…..I had a talk with Eloise the other day and she….she told me about your brief relationship with Madame Delacroix some time ago,”

You saw the look of shock on his face as you were telling him the situation.  Of course it was out in the open, and you were immensely afraid of his reaction and how he would think.  It was also he first time you were expressing your romantic feelings towards him, such a leap of faith you were always too scared to take.

“Now it is not of my concern of what you wish to do with your personal life, and nor is my life your concern,” You explained your words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, “However, I cannot help but compare myself to her when it comes to….attraction amongst other things.  I simply don’t find myself at the same caliber as her—“

Benedict stood right in front of you to stop talking, leaning down to be so close to your lips and nose as your mouth was frozen.  Your mind went blank as he pressed his lips to yours.

It was so soft, the softest of a feather kiss that seemed too good to be true and too pure for this situation.  You were stiff as a board, not knowing what else to do but have your eyes slip close and feel his hands touching your fingers to hopefully keep you from running,  How could you?  Being able to finally kiss the Bridgerton son that still your heart for so many years, to feel how he held your hand as if you were a long lost lover.  

It was all happening, and you were enjoying every moment of it. 

He pulled away, not too far for you to feel his presence leave you.  he in fact stayed so close, your fronts nearly touching as you opened your eyes to meet his own.  They were soft, his orbs were looking down at you with fondness and pure love as he took in a long breath.

“I would consider myself a fool for not expressing how I have felt about you for the last few years,” he admitted softly, his voice sounding raw and vulnerable as he searched your eyes, “Ever since you had your coming out ball, I only had eyes for you. Perhaps before, when I saw the beautiful soul that matched your outward beauty.  What happened with Madame Delacroix was brief and nothing for me to remember.  I can only picture myself to be with one woman and that is you,” 

“Me?” You gasped in unbelief, though a grin was on your face from hearing the news.  Benedict nodded with his own smile, you both grinning like fools out in the open.

“Only you, I swear on my honor and my family name,” He proclaimed.

“What a massive thing to say and swear on, Benedict,” You commented, hearing him chuckle as he move to cradle your face with one of his hands and you held his other hand for dear life, “Though I don’t wish for you to swear on your family name,”

“What shall I swear on then to show you I only have love for you?” He asked in curiosity, sounding a bit desperate. You shook your head, finding it to be too much for him to do such an action.  Just the notion of him loving you all these years, kissing you and sealing your fate to him, was more than enough for you.  You were no longer thinking about his past with Delacroix, or even the pitting feeling that he would not be with someone like you.  On the contrary, you were merely grateful that you both were in love with one another, and the love felt so powerful and pure at the same time. 

“Nothing at all,” You hummed in a reply, moving to go back and kiss him again.  This time, his arms around your waist to not let you go and yours around his neck to lace in his dark locks.

“Good heavens!” Colin said in a gasp, the rest of his siblings watching you and Benedict kiss each other soundly along the path.  Anthony and Daphne were grinning from ear to ear, Eloise was pepped in excitement, and Colin just looked shocked to se his brother kissing one of his childhood friends.  Daphne, looking rather smug as she stood back up again with her hands on her hips, gave a look to her siblings who were still watching in amazement.

“Let’s leave them be, shall we?” She asked, the others reluctantly tearing their eyes away, “And Eloise, let this be a lesson for you to not blab anymore,”

Eloise would remember it, especially on your wedding day and jokingly say that she was the one who brought the pair of you together.  

The End.

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Warm - Benedict Bridgerton

Prompt: wearing your partners hoodies shirt when it’s cold in the morning. Part of the fall writing prompts. 

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader Word Count: 1,243 Synopsis: Benedict and the reader wake up in a cold bedroom after their first night together.

Warnings: slightly smutty.

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Moments: Chapter 9

Moments Masterpost, with links to all chapters

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Slow-burn fic. Follow on to No Good Advice probably best to read that first. Read previous chapters of this fic from masterpost here. In this chapter, Benedict makes 2 proposals!

Word Count: 2.2k (this chapter only, 14.4k total for all chapters to date)

Warnings: None…. fluff, fluff, flirting, kissing.

Authors Note: Here be the penultimate chapter in the adventures of James Darby and his parents. I thought I should release just this single chapter now, as a few people seem to be enjoying this story. There will be chapter 10 which may be quite long then 2 epilogues to follow. Thanks as ever to @makaylan for her fantastic betaing and advice. Could not have done this without you lady <3

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Chapter 9: Moments from a long walk

Over the next few days, life is a wonderful lazy summer sojourn, filled with family picnics, spirited outdoor games and watching Benedict and James paint together and grow closer. James has missed a father figure after years with John, and watching him naturally bond with Benedict has made your heart soar. As you put him to bed the previous night, James asked if Benedict could move in with you both, and you cried a little after kissing him goodnight. Your moments around Benedict have become increasingly charged with an energy you feel humming over your skin. The way he looks at you, the stolen glances, it’s agonising and fantastic all at the same time.

Aubrey Hall has been a beautiful spot you don’t want to leave. On your penultimate day, Violet approaches you at breakfast.

“Y/n, I wonder if you would mind me spending the day with James? I'd like to get to know him better, and you could take the day for yourself. A nice long walk around the estate, perhaps? There are some beautiful views from the hills on the Eastern end of our lands.” She advises.

“Oh, that sounds lovely, Violet. I’m so happy you wish to get better acquainted with James. He really seems to like it here with all of your wonderful family, so different from our life, just the two of us, at Darby Hall. Thank you” 

Just then, Benedict walks in and instinctually kisses James on the head before grabbing a cup of tea. The way he has taken to fatherhood so naturally is such a wonderful gift.

“He helped so much to raise Gregory and Hyacinth when Edmund died,” Violet explains, intuiting your thoughts as your eyes track him, “he was ready to be a father long before James came into his life.” She speaks quietly so James cannot hear.

You watch as James gets up from opposite you to grab more eggs, and he and Benedict chat and fill their plates with food.

“I assume there are no other claimants to the Darby line,” Violet breezes, keeping a heavy topic intentionally light.

“None. The family was small - my husband was an only son, of an only son, of an only son. From my research, all other lines of the family died off without issue to a current living heir. James being Viscount does bring unique challenges. I’ve had to learn a lot about estate management and accounts in a short amount of time,” you chuckle, “and obviously, James’ true parentage must be kept confidential within the family.”

“Of course,” she assures, “we would never dream of revealing something that would hurt one of our own,” she pats your hand affectionately, “and I’m not just referring to James,” she smiles indulgently.

“Thank you,” you blush, so happy to be considered part of the family.

Benedict and James sit down together. Their movements are almost comically in unison. 

“The challenge,” Violet whispers, “will be quelling the rumours should these two be seen in public together; they are so very similar, it’s actually a little disconcerting.”

You huff a laugh as she giggles too. 

“What’s so funny?” Benedict queries, looking at you both cautiously.

“Nothing, my dear,” Violet assuages, “Y/n will be going for a walk today while I spend time with James. I'm sure she could benefit from your extensive knowledge of the grounds, dear,” she suggests pointedly.

Benedict looks at his mother as if there is some secret code in what she is saying. “Yes, mother; I would be happy to,” his eyes fall to you, “if you wish it so.”

“Of course,” you answer, a little skip in your chest as you realise it will be a long walk with just the two of you.

—

An hour or so later, you find yourself strolling with Benedict on a path towards the hills. It’s a beautiful sunny afternoon with a light breeze, and the smell of wildflowers in the meadows fills the air. It’s the sort of day poems are written about.

It’s just the two of you. No servants or chaperones - such is the freedom bestowed on a widow. Benedict carries a leather satchel with water carafes slung across his body. He’s dressed less formal for your walk, just some tan trousers, brown riding boots, a white shirt loose at the neck and a simple brown suede waistcoat. He looks outdoorsy and very handsome. You wear a white cotton dress with simple embroidery and your most sturdy boots, ready for a bracing walk over the fields and hills.

As the grade of the path gets steeper, he offers you a hand over some gnarly tree roots; he does not relinquish his hold as the trail evens out again. So you walk hand in hand in companionable silence, observing nature and the views as you ascend.

As you reach the brow of the hill, you are afforded the most spectacular view over the Kentish Downs. A patchwork of fields, hedgerows, wooded copses and little villages dotted out as far as the eye can see. 

“Oh, this is beautiful,” you exhale, shielding your eyes from the sun and drinking in the view and the sun's warmth on your skin.

“It’s my favourite spot on our estate, possibly the world,” he admits releasing your hand to take off his satchel, “I wanted to show you,” he confesses bashfully.

“Thank you, Benedict,” you reach out and squeeze his hand, “and not just for this, for everything this week. Inviting James into your family it’s been so wonderful for him. I can’t thank you enough.”

You dare a glance up at him, and he’s looking down at you with an expression that even you can recognise as devotion. He looks nervous, too, like he’s on the precipice of something important.

“I love you,” he confesses suddenly, grabbing your other hand, so he holds both. “I’ve loved you for six years–I never stopped. And I love James more than I ever thought possible, even in just a few days. It’s humbling, actually. I know it’s only been a very short amount of time since we’ve been reunited, but I don’t want to be your friend. I… I want us to be together. And not like before. That was wonderful, but it was less than what you, what we, deserve.” 

You are reeling from that little speech as you watch him get down on one knee, his hair tousled by the winds. His eyes are a little watery as he looks up at you, still holding your hands.

“I can’t imagine my life without you and James. Please, will you do me the honour of being my wife?” 

You stop breathing for a moment. Every piece of a jigsaw of the future suddenly falls into place.

“I… Benedict! Yes!!!” You grab his face, your eyes watering. 

His lights up as you bend over, and your lips meet for the first time since that fateful day six years before. It’s like no time has passed, and you melt into each other as you always did. Passionate and loving. Without breaking the kiss, he stands up slowly and pulls you into a firm embrace. 

“God, I’ve missed this; I’ve missed you so much,” he stutters against your lips, breaking the kiss just to breathe. 

“I’ve missed you too, so much. I love you,” you murmur into his mouth.

You stand for what may be many minutes reacquainting yourself with each other’s kisses.

“Wait!” He breaks away. “I do have a ring!”

“You do?!” You giggle.

He fishes into the satchel he was wearing and pulls out a ring box. 

“This was my maternal grandmother's ring,” he explains, “I figured the mother of my child should have a ring that runs in the female side of my family.”

Watery tears obscure your view of the ring, but you see it’s a lovely aquamarine ring flanked by tiny pearls on a delicate gold filigree band. 

Your hand shakes as he places it onto your finger. It’s a little loose, but you don’t want to take it off.

“Benedict, it’s beautiful,” you stutter, “thank you”.

“I can’t take full credit,” he demures, “my mother marched into my room last night and pushed it into my hand, after I’d idly said I would want it one day. I suspect we would already be married if she had her way” he chuckles softly.

You giggle. “Yes, she and Kate have been discussing marrying into the Bridgertons all week.”

He rolls his eyes. “I'm so glad they didn’t scare you off.”

“Never,” you smile, “nothing could scare me away from you.”

He blushes so hard that you launch yourself at him and tackle him to the ground. Desperate to be with him; proper behaviour be damned.

“Wait… wait,” he laughs as you grab at his clothing. “I have another proposal,” he takes your hands from his body and holds them in his.

“I’m all ears, Mr Bridgerton,” you answer with a giggle as he rolls you gently under his frame.

“We do this properly,” he says enigmatically, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing your knuckles, his lips lingering over the ring he gave you.

“What does that mean?” You frown playfully, intrigued, feeling a little breathless from just his hand kisses.

“It means we don’t do anything beyond kissing until our wedding night,” his voice husky, “like real newlyweds.”

“Are you serious?” you chuckle. 

“Totally,” he hums, his lips tracing over each of your fingers in turn, “that will make it so much better, no? The anticipation.”

“But we have had so much sex…,” you respond, bemused, watching his lips intently.

“That was then,” he argues, stopping his ministrations to look into your eyes, “this is now. This isn’t a dalliance with an expiration date. This? This is real; this is marriage; this is making a family–you, me and James. This is forever.” His tone is reverential as he opens your hand and kisses your palm.

His impassioned speech once again has you slightly speechless.

“How long?” You ask when you find your voice.

“Hmmm?” He is distracted, kissing the heel of your palm, his warm mouth sucking gently, causing all your nerves to fire.

“How long until we can get married?” You clarify.

“Two weeks,” he replies, “unless we elope.”

“Let’s do that,” you rush out.

He chuckles as he runs his nose over the pulse point on your wrist. “My family might kill me if we did. But,” he pauses and sits up, bringing you with him and points at a church below, “we can marry in that little church right there in two weeks if we post our banns today.”

“Let’s do it,” you gasp, eager for the rest of your life to start.

He chuckles and points, “we can walk that pathway right there and be at the church in about twenty minutes.” 

After a few more moments of admiring the view and a few stolen kisses, you begin your journey to the church, Arm in arm.

“Wait, where will we live once we’re married?” You ask.

“I don’t care, as long as I’m with you and James. I have my cottage; you and James have Darby Hall; we can live in either or both. It’s your decision, my love,” he says.

“Oh, I like it when you call me that,” you smile. “Actually, I guess as Viscount, it’s technically James’ decision,” you giggle “are you willing to follow the whims of a five year old?”

He laughs heartily, “My son has me wrapped around his finger already; whatever he wants, I will happily do.”

“He will be so excited; he asked me just last night if you could live with us,” you comment lightly.

Benedict stops walking. “Really?” His voice is thick with emotion.

“Yes, my love,” you reply, trying out the term of endearment yourself, “he already loves you.” You touch his face as you watch his eyes mist up. “We both do.”

He rests his forehead on yours and closes his eyes. “I missed so many years; I need to make it up to you both.”

“It wasn’t by choice, Benedict. Our lives before were dictated by circumstance; it’s the choices we make now that count. You never have to make anything up to James or me,” you assure, curling your hands around his face. 

He nods understandingly.

Then you smirk a little. “Except maybe one thing”, you whisper huskily.

His eyes fly open at your tone, and his expression morphs into something heated and playful. “What is it?” he asks, “what do you need?”

“I’ve missed out on six years of sex with you. You have to compensate for that,” you smile, running your fingers into his hair.

“Oh, I do, do I?” He whispers, his crooked smile turning devastating.

“Oh yes. How long can we honeymoon for?” you murmur,

“I’ll ask my mother to take James for a whole week if you want,” he breathes, hands trailing up your back.

“Mmmm, better make it two, Mr Bridgerton,” you raise an eyebrow, and he swallows hard as you move in to kiss him.

“Your wish is my command,” he utters against your lips.

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PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed. If you think you might be one of us, my advice is to turn away while you still can. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth. Try to live a normal life. Because once you know what you are, they’ll sense it too. And they’ll come for you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. 

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Exactly. The most important part in a book-screen adaption is the script anyways without a good script the whole project can fall. As long as they can act good it shouldn’t matter. Both actresses will do amazing in there roles and physical looks shouldn’t matter.

i’m sorry but it kind of pisses me off when people always hyper focus on superficial things when it comes to adaptations. like we’ve seen it with both the little mermaid and percy jackson. people complaining about ariel not having bright red hair and people complaining about annabeth not being blonde (and we know you guys really don’t like them because they’re black, stop lying) along with constant complaints about percy not having black hair and green eyes…. y’all are just so aggravating like WHO CARES?????? We want actors who can portray the characters well and understand the source material, not someone who fits the character description physically but can’t act to save their life or has no passion for the source material. please grow up and realize no actor will ever fit your vision entirely because these are FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. No perfect real life equivalent exists because THESE ARE NOT REAL PEOPLE. GIVE IT UP.

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OMG!!! THE PERCY JACKSON TEASER WAS SO FUCKING GOOD IM CRYING WTF

#percyjackson

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Hey could I request something for your September Prompt for Benedict Bridgerton

“Thunderstorm” & “come on under the covers with me”

A/N: This is far too cute for our Benny! Thanks for the request, Anon!

Stormy Morning

Summary: You and Benedict enjoy a stormy morning the best way you know how: in bed and wrapped in each others arms

Warnings: Just some fluff :)

"This storm looks worse than the one last night,"

You were watching the storm outside your cottage, seeing the rain pounding on the window in front of you and giving the room an entire chill The rolling clouds above you were not letting up anytime soon, the thunderclaps not too far away were coming closer as the minutes came and went. You only shivered, bringing your robe closer to yoru chest since you are able underneath.

Neither yourself or Benedict would predict a thunderstorm and massive rainfall on your anniversary.

Benedict whisked you away on your third anniversary, claiming the pair of you needed some time together and away from your duties. So he took you to a cottage his family has owned for decades, the very place you stayed in for your honeymoon. The small space, via growing along the walls and the honeysuckles growing outside the world, it was the perfect place to be away from the rest of the world and with his husband.

Even in the pouring rain.

"Darling, you'll catch a cold being there near the window," You heard behind you, making you look for a brief moment. Benedict only in his pants, was leaning over the small fireplace in the room and adding more firewood into the small fire that was about to die out. Watching him for a moment, seeing his muscles rippling under his skin that made some bite marks and scratches from the previous night, it made you blush as the fire picked up again and Benedict stood up with a sigh of relief. HIs hands on his hips, which were seen since his pants were hanging low on his hips and his cocky grin back on his face. Finally, he turned to you, motioning with his head to the window, "Don't be there for too long, dear."

"Just watching the storm is all," You hummed in reply, Benedict tutting.

"You can watch all you want back in bed with me," He replied, walking with his bare feet over the hardwood floor and then throwing off his pants. He was now bare, showing no embarrassment to hesitance since it was merely you present as he pushed the sheets aside to get under. He leaned back against the pillow, hair askew and his gorgeous eyes on you as he tapped your side of the bed.

"Come on under the covers with me, my wife," he hummed.

You grinned widely, walking over with your own bare feet against the wood that gave you a chill. As you were getting closer, you slipped your robe off and shivered from the cold air hitting your skin. Yet once you moved to kneel on the bed and slip under the covers, warmth was back since you were so close to Benedict and the fire was cackling with life again. You felt Benedict pull you close, his arm around your shoulders and his head against yours as another clap fo thunder was heard, coming closer to your home.

"Perhaps we should go back home when the storm lets up," you thought out loud.

"It's safer for us here then to venture out there, even when the storm is gone," Benedict explained, "The road will be too dangerous for us to travel through. it'll take a few more days after the rain stops for us to leave safely,"

"Hmm, such a shame," You said in a mocking tone, Benedict just grinned as you looked up at him, seeing that tint of warmth in his cheeks and smile as you felt his hook one thigh over yours to pull you in more, "A few more days here, what ever shall we do?"

"We'll have to think of something," Benedict replied, pulling the sheets over the pair of you and letting the rest of the rain power through.

The End.

September Prompts

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I adored this ❤️

Hey could I get something where the reader is Anthony best friend but Benedict is in love with her and a bit jealous/insecure

A/N: This is an interesting request, anon! Thanks for the request though!

Portrait

Summary: Benedict doesn't know how to tell his brother's best friend he's in love with her So he doesn't. He draws instead

Warnings: A HINT of Angst but most fluffy fluff!

"If you scowl long enough, you'll get wrinkles before you should, dear brother,"

Benedict and looked over at Eloise, seeing her smirk at him with her book tucked under her arm. He was about to start as rebutual at her when he heard a chorus of laughter in front of him. Both Benedict and Eloise looked, seeing you and Anthony laughing together with massive grins and relaxed shoulders. Even the way that Anthony was leaning against you and you were trying not to snort from a joke he told you made Benedict sigh.

And inwardly jealous.

He had feelings for you for years, ever since you came out at the beginning of the Season and caught some of the attention of the other bachelors that were in attendance. Of course, she did catch Benedict's eye when she walked in on her older brother's arm. The way you hair shined under the chandelier, the softness of your skin in contrast to your dark green dress that your mother picked out for the evening, it made his heart stop for a moment as you saw him and timidly wave.

Up till that point, you were simply a family friend. Your mothers knew each other since they were young, you grew up together and you played together since you could walk. You were younger than Anthony but older than Benedict, the three of you played plenty together as children but you were a bit closer to Anthony as you got older. Perhaps it was the vigor of life that Anthony had, the spur of adventure that he always craved as the eldest of his family clan that drew you in, but as the years came and went, Benedict wondered if he would ever bury his feelings for you.

If it was possible that is.

"Have you told her your feelings?" Eloise had to ask, Benedict snorted as you were calming yourself down from the random laughing tangent, "Ones does not know the intentions of another if they don't say anything,"

"What would she say?" Benedict asked in a shrug, seeing the lightness in your eyes and the freckles along your nose and cheeks making you look like you were glowing, "I'm not as cunning or as adventurous as Anthony,"

He hated comparing himself to his older brother. Anthony already had enough on his plate as the Viscount, and although that pressure lessened a bit since he married Kate and they've been blissfully happy as a married couple, he still felt like he had to jump through some hoops in order to be at the same caliber as the head of the Bridgerton family. Sure, he was more rambunctious and a bit on the aloof side. But Benedict still had a heart, and it always went tender when you were in the room.

"Cunning and a thirst for adventure may be lacking, but you strive in ambition and sympathy," Eloise reasoned with Benedict as he looked away from you again at his young sister, whom gave him a genuine smile was no longer snarky, "Ambition and Sympathy, in my option as a female, are far more valued attributes that a woman tries to seek in a male countertop,"

"Says the sister who would prefer to have her nose in a book," Benedict cooly replied, in which Eloise rolled her eyes.

"Well then, if you don't wish to proclaim your love to her with words," Eloise paused, then gesturing to your clasp hands in front of you, "Use your skill,"

Benedict was about to ask her what she meant when Eloise walked away, over to yourself and Anthony. Both yourself nag Anthony greeted her, and your eyes flickered over to Benedict for a small moment. Benedict gave a small glance, a smile on his face as you beamed at him and nodded once. He then knew what Eloise meant, and an idea popped into his head. Ambitious, yes. Daring, possibility. Social Suicide, mostly like.

But he's going to try in the best way he can.

"Good evening, Benedict," You perked up from hearing Benedict walk into the room. You were reading a new novel that Eloise shared with you, Kate reading next to you as the cool spring rain was about to come into the area, bringing in the fresh scent of upcoming rain from the open window. He bowed to the pair of you, in which you both nodded in acknowledgement, "I take it you wish to read with us?"

"It does sound rather tempting given the upcoming weather," Benedict hummed to Kate as the three of you looked out the window.

"I heard you and the other gentlemen were going to go hunting," You said to him, "I'm sorry you couldn't go,"

"Nonsense, there will be time to hunt later on as the season get better, " Benedict reassured you, "I actually wish to speak to you in private, if that's alright?"

You were silent, nodding your head with a small smile as Kate merely grinned and closed her book, "I'm in need of some tea any who. I suppose my husband is in the study?"

"Benedict nodded her head, Kate grinning as she squeezed his arm before she walked out of the parlor. It left the pair of you there in the room, alone. He was still standing in front of you, almost looking rather nervous and uneasy with you giving him your full attention. He took in a shaky breath, having you look at him in worry. "Are you alright, Benedict?" You asked, placing your own book on the loveseat next to you as you folded your hands in your lap. Benedict nodded his head, trying to collect myself as you grinned, "I have never seen you frazzled in this nature before."

"I have something to show you, and I wish to only think that it'll get positive praise when I show you what....what I drew," Benedict explained, making your smile grow,

"I always love what you draw, Benedict," You reassured him, which was true. You loved how he drew and how he expressed himself in his art. Benedict would show you constantly what he worked on, whether it was a sketched or a full canvas piece. You saw the raw talent he had, that pure talent that you knew was rare. So Benedict took out a folded paper, that seemed perfectly folded and the creases were minimal. Being patient, you watched as he was thinking to himself for a long moment before he finally sat down on the spare spot in the loveseat. Once he was seat, he placed the paper in your hand, almost inwardly regretting his actions as he was unfolding the paper with ease.

Once you saw what was there on the surface, you gasped.

It was a beautiful silhouette of a woman, the delicate and gorgeous lines that moved along the shoulders and in the loose waves of the hair was entrancing. Your eyes scanned over the face, seeing the dip in the nose and the roundness of the cheeks, as well as the smooth lips and small yet contained chin. It took you a moment, a long moment with Benedict watching in anticipation, to realize who it was that he drew.

He drew you.

"I'm not one with words," He explained, almost sounding unsure with the way your eyes were bright on the paper and your smile seemed so genuine and so kind, "Especially with how I feel and how I wish to express it. But I have been told that art is another way of expressing one self, and I wish to show you....if I may be bold enough to share and tell you....how I feel about you,"

"Oh, Benedict," You said in a shock, reaching with your spare hand to touch the paper with your fingers to feel if this was real. You could see it in the picture alone, the long hours of dedication and discipline that he had to work though in order to make this look beyond perfect. You have seen plenty of his work and thought of it was genius and original. Not one bad piece of art was bad in your opinion.

But this, is was beyond words.

"I have found myself having feelings for you for some time," He explained as you were feeling your heart swell and your fingers tingling from hearing his proclamation to you, "We have known each other since we were children, and my adoration for you as only grown throughout the fast few years. I've never found the proper way to tell you, and I feared for a moment that I lost that because of Anthony,"

"Anthony?" You asked him, looking at him with a concern look as he gave you a sheepish gaze, "Benedict, I only ever saw him as a friend. And I happen to like his wife nowadays,"

Benedict grinned as you joked with him, "I know that, and perhaps I was blinded my own emotions towards you to realize that. But I feel as though I can only show you what i see when you come into the room, and how seeing you with your smile and hearing your laugh makes my own heart feel more--"

You silence him with a kiss.

It was instant, the spark deep within your chest you never thought you would have with another was now evident and felt all over your skin as Benedict was shocked from your kiss. But ti took him a solid second before he reached up to frame your face with his artistic fingers. You leaned into him, the pair of your acting as if you were no longer fighting those feelings that felt deep rooted any longer.

You weren't.

He had no idea you were just a smitten with him. That you thought his smile along was enough to hang the stars in the sky at night. That his boyish nature and charm was infectious and made your own heart stumble a bit. That his passion for art was inspiring and enchanting to witness as a spectator. He had no clue you confided in Anthony in how to approach Benedict, to tell him how you felt.

"My brother is a kind soul, but he is a bit daft at times," Anthony said to you once when you two were talking together, you listening on wrapped attention as Anthony went on, "It's better to act on your feelings then say it,"

"Wont that be too bold?" You asked sheepishly, Anthony shrugged.

"Us Bridgertons are known to be bold," He replied.

Once you pulled away from Benedict, whom seemed to be chasing after your lips with a lot of fondness on his face, you could see that you made the right choice after all. The look of shock and loved mixed together was etched all over his face and in his eyes. It was the rarest look that you never saw on him before, and all from a kiss.

"That was bold of me," You said in a gasp, though there was no remorse on his face.

"On the contrary, it was perfect," He replied smoothly back at you, making you blush madly and try to hide your face with a hint of embarrassment. But Benedict's hands were still framing your face, keeping your stare on him as he peered into your eyes once more, "We're both at fault in not knowing express our feelings,"

"Agreed," You replied, "Though, we did it on our own terms,"

"Agreed," He hummed, then peering at your lips against briefly as you grinned, "May I be bold as to kiss you again?"

"You don't have to ask," You replied. You both kissed again, too consumed with one another and the new love that is blossoming as the drawing of your silhouette glided to the floor near your feet.

Benedict was more engrossed with the living masterpiece in his arms. Finally.

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ope there goes gravity

a/n: snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity When I tell you I've wanted to re-write this scene yet it's Bridgerton!sis who falls off since 2021

summary: Y/N Bridgerton was not in the gardens at the Trowbridge Ball. She had no idea of what transpired. Yet, somehow, she ends up in the middle of a duel, in an empty park, at dawn. And it's all Daphne's fault.

Bridgerton House was quiet.

Most of the staff had gone to bed - only Humboldt and Mrs Wilson remained awake, awaiting the return of those in attendance at the Trowbridge Ball.

Y/N Bridgerton - the sixth youngest in the Bridgerton family - was fast asleep in her bed, blankets tucked around her, candle gently flickering in the draft.

As much as she longed for the days when she could spend more time with her elder brothers and dance the night away, she was never a night owl. Y/N was almost always in bed before nine and asleep by eleven.

Everything was quiet in Bridgerton House. Except for a gentle yet frantic knocking on Y/N's bedroom door. It was just loud enough for the young girl to hear and she blearily blinked awake, half wondering if something miraculous had happened at the ball that Daphne simply could not wait to tell her about.

"Yes, I'm coming," Y/N muttered, sliding out of bed and grabbing her shawl. She wrapped her shawl around her as she opened her bedroom door, staring in surprise at the dishevelled state of her eldest sister.

"Daff, what -"

"Anthony is to duel Simon at dawn," Daphne announced, marching into Y/N's bedroom.

Y/N blinked, slowly processing the information. "Pardon me, what?"

Daphne sighed, running a shaking hand through her messy hair. "I kissed Simon."

"You kissed Simon?!"

"Well, I kissed him... and then his hands may have strayed away from where is socially acceptable."

Y/N looked at her sister, frowning ever so slightly. She was certain she knew what Daphne was alluding to - Y/N had talked with her lady's maid about sex and had learnt more than her mother would ever tell her.

"Daff did he..."

"No! Lord, no. I wanted it and it was entirely heat of the moment in the gardens -"

"How does this lead to Anthony duelling the Duke?"

"He found us. In the gardens. And he saw my... breast."

Y/N's mouth fell open. She stared in shock at her sister - the sister who had always followed society's rules, who had always been practically perfect.

"I know, it is bad -"

Y/N snorted, a bubble of laughter escaping her lips. Daphne instantly fell silently, glaring at her.

"Sorry," Y/N said, pressing her hand to her mouth. "I know it's not funny. I just... I am not quite sure how else to react."

"I have made a complete mess of things," Daphne moaned, sitting down on Y/N's bed with a dramatic flop. "I am in such a tangle, Y/N."

"Can I ask you something?" Daphne nodded. "Why did you come to me?" At her sister's confused gaze, Y/N elaborated. "Well, Colin is downstairs, is he not? So, why come to me instead of him? He is probably of more help."

"But he does not understand, fully, the extent of the situation." Daphne inhaled deeply, laying her hand's palm up in her lap. "I was caught, by my oldest brother, in a compromising position. He is now challenging the Duke of Hastings to a duel - a duel that will likely end with one person dead and the other fleeing the country. It will forever ruin two families and their lives. I cannot let that happen."

"Did anyone see you? In the gardens, I mean."

Daphne opened her mouth to immediately answer but found herself pausing. "Cressida. Oh, god, Cressida saw."

"What?"

"She made a snide comment, one that I brushed aside because Simon had just rejected me and a duel had been announced, but she said something about the gardens."

"Daphne, if Cressida saw, no matter the outcome of this duel, the ton will still find out."

"What do we do?" Daphne asked, looking at her younger sister with such helplessness, that Y/N's heart ached.

Y/N walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out a dark blue riding habit, throwing it onto the bed. "We get changed," she said, undoing her hair from its braids, "and we go downstairs and demand Colin takes us to where the duel is to take place."

"You are coming too?"

"Of course," Y/N said as if Daphne had just asked the stupidest question in the world, "I would never leave my sister to stop a duel herself."

Daphne stood up from the bed and flung herself at Y/N, hugging her tightly. "Thank you," she said, sniffing quietly.

"Come on, we can hug later," Y/N told her, giving her a tight squeeze.

Colin, it turned out, was easily manipulated once told the severity of the situation. Even though he tried to stop Y/N from coming - because, really, did he have to babysit two sisters? - Daphne put her foot down and insisted she came for backup.

What sort of backup a seventenn-year-old girl was going to provide against two grown men and two guns, Y/N wasn't entirely sure. She was simply glad to be involved in the drama for once.

In the early morning, just as the sun began its ascent into the sky, the three Bridgerton's mounted their respective horses and took off for Hyde Park. Daphne urged her horse ahead of everyone's, galloping through the streets.

Y/N knew her sister was blinded by panic and anger. It wasn't hard for her, as a woman, to understand why. No matter what happened in the next few hours, Daphne's life would be changed forever.

As the sun began to rise - just peeking over the edge of the fields - Daphne was leaving Colin behind. They'd entered Hyde Park - which was thankfully empty - and Y/N was struggling to catch her sister up.

In the far distance, she could see five figures standing around a copse of trees - two were slowly walking away from one another.

Daphne, somehow, urged her horse to go even faster.

"Daphne!" Y/N yelled, her words swept away by the wind rushing past her.

Her sister was about to ride straight into the middle of a duel. Y/N wasn't quite sure what she was hoping to achieve - Daphne would end up either getting shot at or end up falling off her horse.

To be fair, Y/N wasn't entirely honest as to what she herself was hoping to achieve by catching up to Daphne. She couldn't simply yank Daphne's horse to a halt and force her to walk into the duel.

They'd almost reached the copse of trees. Y/N could see Simon and Anthony slowly beginning to turn to face one another. Daphne was riding straight between the two trees and Y/N urged her horse to go even faster.

Her horse, seeming to notice her urgency and her fear, pushed itself even harder, eating up the ground beneath it.

Daphne rode into the middle of the duel, yanking her horse up. "Stop!"

Someone fired their gun, the sound echoing out across the empty fields.

Y/N was not sure what happened next. Because one minute she was yanking her horse to a sharp stop, trying to avoid running into Daphne, and the next she was falling, the world spinning and turning around her.

Anthony had Daphne a second too late. He pressed the trigger, firing his bullet at Hastings. His eyes widened as Daphne rode through the duel, her horse skidding to an abrupt halt on the other side. Y/N, however, in an attempt to not ride into her sister, yanked her horse to a stop in the middle of the duel,

As Anthony's gun fired and the sound cracked out through the silent morning.

Horses neighed, rearing up in fear. Anthony watched as his younger sister - the one he'd always had a soft spot for - lost her balance and was de-saddled by her horse.

"Y/N!" Anthony yelled, his eyes widening in absolute horror as his sister fell, her head smacking the solid ground.

He ran towards his sister, vaguely registering Simon catching Daphne's horse by its reins and helping her down. Anthony threw his pistol to the side, falling to his knees beside Y/N as Benedict sprinted over to them, joining Anthony at Y/N's side.

"Sister," Anthony said, his voice laced with panic as his hands roamed over her body, every worst-case scenario running through his head. "Hastings!" He yelled, glancing over his shoulder at the man. "Is she alright?"

"Fine, worry about her!" Daphne yelled back, answering for herself.

"Y/N?" Anthony murmured, leaning down, brushing her hair back from her face. "Sister?"

It felt as if an eternity passed as Anthony waited, watching his sister intently. He let out a gust of air in relief as his sister's eyes flickered open, her gaze foggy as she tried to work out where she was and why she was on the floor.

"Oh, thank God," Anthony said, leaning back.

Y/N sat up, brushing her hair back from her face. She looked up and over at her sister, who was watching with concern but looked in relatively one piece.

"Oh, you alright over there?" Y/N yelled, kneeling on the ground.

"You rode into the duel!" Daphne yelled back, marching over to her.

"I was trying to stop you from getting shot!"

"Clearly, I was fine!"

"Clearly!"

"Ladies!"

The two sisters turned their heads sharply to look at Anthony - who was staring at them both as if they were mad.

"Are you two done?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. They nodded. "Good. Now, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I could not let you kill a man," Daphne said, looking at her brother. "Not when it would cause more harm than good."

"Why did you bring Y/N?"

"I needed someone who would understand my side," Daphne explained. "Besides, we were not unchaperoned."

"What - Colin?!"

"What was I meant to do? They were going to come with or without me."

Anthony looked like he might combust. "Oh dear -"

"I need a moment with the Duke," Daphne said, talking over Anthony as he swore. "Please."

"Daphne, I cannot -"

As Anthony went off, Daphne cast her sister a desperate gaze. Y/N raised her eyebrows, questioning whether what Daphne as asking was strictly necessary. Daphne practically stamped her foot in reply and Y/N huffed.

Their entire silent conversation happened in under ten seconds. Anthony was mid-rant about Hastings and Y/N sighed.

"Oh, I feel really dizzy," Y/N said suddenly, trying to sound genuine.

Y/N stumbled back a step, her back hitting Anthony's chest. Knowing he was directly behind her, Y/N let her legs fold beneath her and Anthony scrambled to catch her.

Daphne gave Y/N the smallest smile before turning to face Simon, grabbing his wrist and pulling him aside.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong?" Anthony asked, his voice frantic.

Benedict knelt down next to Y/N and tilted his head slightly, completely unconvinced of her entire act. He was always able to read her like an open book.

"Sorry, I think I sat up too fast," Y/N replied, pushing herself into a sitting position, and patting Anthony's hand.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N," Anthony muttered, running a hand through his hair. He looked to his left, seeing Daphne talking to the Duke, a hand on his elbow. . "Daff - what are you doing?!"

Daphne turned to him, grimacing slightly. "TheDuke and I are to be married."

That shut Anthony up.

Y/N was desperately trying not to fall asleep on Colin. Her eyes were ever so heavy and it was getting hard to not close them. Colin glanced at his sister, nudging her foot with his.

"You can go for a nap," he said quietly, not wanting to interrupt their mother, who was mid-flow about wedding preparations.

"No, no, if I do mother will think it weird," Y/N replied. "I rarely nap unless ill."

"Or exhausted."

"Unless I have a reason to be exhausted."

"Just say you stayed up late talking to Daphne about the engagement."

"Which will then lead to her asking me why I acted as if I did not know this morning." Y/N yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. "I shall simply proclaim a headache once she has finished talking and go for a nap afterwards."

"It will be bedtime by then."

"Precisely my point."

Colin rolled his eyes, picking up a biscuit from the tray next to him. "It was incredibly brave what you did this morning."

"Oh, hardly."

"I do not see any of the Featheringtons running into the middle of a duel for their sibling."

"Because they do not like one another," Y/N countered. "I happen to be rather fond of our dear sister."

"Still. You did not have to get involved."

Y/N sighed softly. "What I do not think many men understand is how marriage affects not only the woman involved but the other women in her life. Should Daphne have not ended the duel engaged to the Duke, then myself and all our sisters would have been ruined. I went, to not only protect Daphne but to protect myself and my own future."

Colin looked deep in thought for a moment as he munched on his biscuit, chewing slowly. "Does not make you any less brave," he eventually replied, swallowing. "Knowing you needed to fight for yourself as well as your sister's."

Y/N raised her eyebrows in a swift movement. She slumped against the sofa, clasping her hands on her stomach and closing her eyes. "Somebody has to. Everyone else is too wrapped up in their own damn lives."

She kept her eyes shut after her statement, trying to get a power nap in whilst her mother nagged Daphne about flower arrangements. Colin didn't quite realise Y/N had completely fallen asleep until her head slumped onto his shoulder and he felt her curl up into his side, using him as a pillow.

Colin glanced down at her, trying not to move, the smallest of smiles on his face.

"Now, Y/N, dearest - Colin, is she asleep?"

Colin jumped slightly, startled by his mother's sudden appearance by his right shoulder. "Uh... yes."

"Why is she asleep? She said she slept well last night."

"Ah, well, that might be my fault," Colin lied, "I kept her up telling her all about the ball. She asked and I fear I went on a bit in my description."

Violet didn't look entirely convinced. To be honest, she had had a look of suspicion on her face since that morning - a look all of her elder children were trying to ignore.

"Alright, then. Maybe take her up to her bedroom if she is truly that tired, though, Colin - let her have a decent rest. Now, Daphne, your gown..."

Colin turned away from his mother and looked back down at Y/N - who was still snuggled up into his side. He didn't move. He simply shifted ever so slightly, picked up another biscuit, and bit into it, content to sit there for as long as he had a decent supply of biscuits.

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Hey could I request something for Benedict x reader where they were childhood friends but she moved away but now she’s back and Benedict is madly in love with her as soon as he sees her

 A/N- So sorry this took so long just finished moving so requests should be coming out much faster now :)

Warning- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 1,036

Summary- After leaving London for many years you return to London for the season and reunite with your childhood best friend.

Reunions

It was hard leaving London as a child it felt like I was leaving everything I knew but for some reason leaving the states felt like nothing. Of course, the journey back to London was extremely draining. However, I was filled with immense joy it felt coming back home. 

It was actually my Mother’s decision for us to come back for the season so I could hopefully find a rich suitor. The idea of marrying someone for their wealth makes me want to vomit, but I’d do anything to return to London. 

 I could not wait to see Benedict hopefully he will show me all his new art he was always the best at such a young age. I wonder how much Eloise has grown hopefully her temper has mellowed but I doubt it. I smile at the thought when my Mother interrupts my pondering.

“We are here Y/N. Please change into the dress I prepared for you we are meeting Violet at the seamstress she recommended. We need to have my princess looking radiant for the season. Maybe you will even be the diamond imagine how many suitors you could gather then.” My Mother gushes.

I jump up shaking the carriage “Will Benedict be at the seamstress!”  

My Mother sighs, “I do not know darling but you most certainly will not become the diamond this season if you continue your wild outbursts. You must remain poised and calm. No man will handle your wild attitude.”

I roll my eyes and exit the carriage but before I can make it into the house I hear my Mother yell. “Do not think I did not notice you rolling your eyes!”

In retaliation, I slam the door and run up to my old room. I throw myself onto my bed and sigh. Why does one have to marry for money and success? I just want love is that too much to ask for?

Shortly after my public fight with Mother, there was a knock on my door. I begrudgingly got out of bed and answered. I smile widely it was my childhood maid she was my favorite she always snuck me and Benedict treats before dinner.

“I see your attitude hasn’t changed Y/N. You really have to cut Lady L/N a break she is just trying to take care of you.” She shakes her head at me.

I sigh and cross my arms “She wants me to change my whole personality to find a rich man but if a man can not handle my so-called “attitude” then he does not deserve me.”

My maid smiles “That’s my girl. Now let us get you ready for the seamstress.”

I got ready fairly fast since I was so excited to see Violet. She treated me like I was just another Bridgerton I can not count how many times I slept over.

I finished getting ready before my Mother so I ended up waiting for her in the carriage for a while. The ride to the seamstress was very awkward. We sat in silence the whole ride there which is pretty typical after our fights. We have never seen quite eye to eye. Even as a kid she always asked why I could not be like Daphne. It upset me but Benedict always thought it was better that I was not so obsessed with finding a husband. It was amazing when Eloise got older and became my partner in crime, I hope it is that way again.

As we pull in the carriage I can already hear Eloise whining “Why must I get a new dress when I am not even participating in this season.”

I jump out of the carriage before it even reaches a full stop and I can immediately hear my Mother yelling but I completely ignore her and pick up Eloise and spin her around.

‘You have grown so much!” I shout in shock and Violet laughs.

“Still as loud as ever Y/N” Violet smiles.

“You know it” I smile back.

I hear the door to the seamstress creak open followed by a voice I would recognize anywhere.  

“Eloise you better get inside before Anthony has a meltdown about you ruining Daphne’s busy schedule.

I smile and laugh “Benedict it is so good to see you. You look like a grown man now it is strange.”

Benedict seemed shocked by my presence and he immediately straightened his posture.

“Y/N I must say you have grown into a sophisticated woman.”

I roll my eyes at Benedict’s comment “You should tell that to my Mother she still thinks I am a rambunctious scoundrel.”

“I believe surely you still are because you would not be you without your wild side,” benedict laughs.

Anthony suddenly bursts through the door pushing Benedict aside. “What on God's green earth is taking you all so long? I knew it would be trouble when Y/N returned for the season.”

Benedict quickly interrupts Anthony “Wait you are participating in the season Y/N?”

“Yes, I sadly am. Mother wants me to find some rich fellow and marry him. The idea of marrying someone for purely money makes the whole ordeal feel gross. As you know though what Mother wants Mother gets.” I reply sadly.

“Well lucky for you we shall both be participating in this season so we will suffer together.” Benedict quickly replies.

“Wait Benedict you're not partipa-” Eloise starts to talk but is quickly cut off by Benedict slapping his hand over her mouth.

“Come on Eloise no more complaining let us get fitted,” He says shoving Eloise into the seamstress. 

Anthony points a finger at me once Benedict is out of sight. “If you and Benedict ruin Daphne’s season with your crazy antics you will pay.” He shakes his head and mumbles, “Benedict had to go join the season and ruin the schedule just because of his silly childhood crush on you.”

I smile, “Benedict had a crush on me?”

“Had you mean still has he was not even in the season until you arrived. Do not tell me you never noticed. You two are clueless.” Anthony shakes his head and heads into the seamstress.

Maybe the season won’t be so bad after all. 

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Foolish Endeavor - Part 6

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Summer in Kent, a beautiful time indeed. With his new courtship with the earl’s daughter flourishing with the weather, it was hard to get any semblance of alone time with her–he’d have to get creative.  

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of non-sexual nudity, Benedict takes a bath, things get messy

A/N: sorry for the wait, lovelies! work has been kicking my booty, but rest assured that I haven’t forgotten about these two lovebirds!

last part - next part 

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For once in his life, Benedict Bridgerton was completely and utterly happy. His studies were going well—the academy had become a second home of sorts to him of late—his family was growing to be more enjoyable to be around with each passing day, and, last but certainly not least, he had begun courting the ever enchanting Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Ever since the eve of the Kent Ball, their relationship had spun wildly on its axis, flipping from a very content friendship into a burning courtship all in the span of twelve hours, all thanks to the one singular kiss that had meant everything.

Well, two kisses that meant everything. 

Benedict was true to his word and called upon Lady (Y/L/N) first thing in the morning, bringing her favorite flowers upon her request, sharing his intentions to court her with her mother present. The earl found his way into the drawing room to consent to their courtship somewhere between the ecstatic screams from his wife and the laughter of his daughter. The Earl of Kent was more than pleased at the arrangement, noting Benedict only in the highest regard. He was Edmund’s son, after all, and Theodore (Y/L/N) cared deeply for his late mate from school, adored each of his eight children. Naturally, the match made perfect sense in his eyes. 

It wasn’t long for the two to be with each other nearly every day of the week, whether it be promenading around the park, enjoying a quiet afternoon tea with Lady Bridgerton or simply a quiet chat together before the couple went about their days. Benedict was smitten, to say the least, he knew that a courtship with her would be easy, but he never imagined exactly how easy it could be. The only downside to their public courtship was the new factor in which they had absolutely no time alone, always were they in company with a chaperone. Before their courtship, everyone practically looked the other way when Benedict and (Y/N) were to spend time together—they had only been friends, after all—but now that they were romantically inclined, it was but a rare moment for the two to be only in the presence of the other. 

This, above all else, vexed Benedict. 

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I can’t believe that they deleted this scene I would of loved to see more Benedict and Gen

#benedict bridgerton

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You were barely even there after he died. Yet I myself, am cursed to remember every waking moment

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Aw this was cute 🥰

hi, i hope i’m putting in this request correctly (sorry if i’m not). but could you do a benedict bridgerton one-shot/blurb with the prompt: “(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be friends to be ‘just friends’ too.”

or really any friends to lovers kinda thing with him, i’m just a sucker for it. thank you!

not just - benedict bridgerton

summary: benedict realizes he does not just want to be friends with you. not anymore.

a/n: hi!! thank you so much for this request, im sorry it took approximately 100 years to come out but yeah. i tried to make this different from my other friends to lovers fic w him, and this is my first time writing daphne so hopefully she's accurate lol. i hope you enjoy, once again sorry for the wait!!! (also i changed the prompt a bit to fit more but it's still the same meaning)

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): an overuse of commas and em dashes, signature bridgerton boy obliviousness. also i wrote this in one go when the inspiration finally struck so i apologize if it's kinda messy

Benedict had let out, likely, his hundredth sigh of the night. It was certainly bothersome to those on the outskirts alongside him, but he could not have cared less. 

Not when you were on the dance floor, dancing with a man that was not him.

Benedict did not quite know why the sight of you twirling with another annoyed him so. It must have been the man you were with. Lord Arthur Annesley was, frankly, a good match for any lady, especially as the well-regarded son of a viscount—just not you. 

He knew that the two of you would not be a good match—he was certain of it. Not when he had overheard the man talking of how he viewed women as nothing more than accessories, to birth children and then be shown off on a man’s shoulder. Benedict still remembered that night, Colin having to stop him in the middle of Mondrich’s gentleman’s club from clobbering the brute.

The worst part was that, with the wealth he partook in due to his ancestry and the good breeding afforded to him by his family name, Benedict could do nothing about Annesley if he decided to court you. Yes, your family had money of its own, but not nearly enough to allow you refusal should he propose. If he made the choice, you would be forced to accept, no matter your feelings or thoughts of him. His bigger fear was that you actually felt affection for the man.

Well, he thought helpfully, he could always challenge him to a duel. And though it seemed like an excellent idea to him, Benedict doubted his siblings nor his mother would allow him to do anything of the sort. 

And thus he was doomed to stand on the sidelines of the ballroom forever, watching you dance with another, eventually marry another, and leave him fully behind. 

So his statement could not exactly be counted as true. He did know why the sight of it annoyed him.

It was because he was in love with you, and you were not in love with him. It was as simple as that, and yet it could not have been a more devastating truth.

Benedict supposed that was what he got for never being brave enough to tell you of his feelings. But that did not mean he had to like the outcome. 

“What has got you in such a twist, dearest brother?”

Benedict glanced over as Daphne took the open spot next to him, a glass of champagne held tenderly between her gloved fingers. She was the image of perfection, as usual—ever since his sister had become a duchess, she seemed to always emanate light. He was proud of her, but he could not help but feel a bit inferior in comparison. His sister was years younger than him, and yet she was while she was the walking body of grace with a duke for a husband, he could not even tell the object of his affections how he felt of her. 

Benedict supposed it was no surprise she had managed to seek him and his poor mood out. She’d always been good at knowing when he was upset, even when they were children. 

“No reason,” he muttered, plucking a glass of his own from a passing servant and tossing it back in one motion. “I am simply not enjoying the party.” 

“Ah,” she said, fully disbelieving, if simply by the fact that he could not possibly dislike a party organized by her, “is that why you are attempting to assassinate Lord Arthur with your gaze alone?” 

“I—” Benedict huffed and looked elsewhere. “I am not.” 

“You were,” she said. Daphne looked to where his attention was prior, and it only took a moment for her to realize. 

“Ah.” Daphne pursed her lips as she turned back to her brother. “It is Miss Stanton.” 

“It is not,” Benedict quickly covered up, realizing only a moment too late that he should not have been so hasty to reply if it was the truth. 

“Do you have affection for her?” Daphne asked, and though coming from another it might have been mocking, his sister was anything but. 

“No,” Benedict said, and he shook his head. “No—I do not. The only affection I have for her is of the friendship sort.” 

He did not quite know why he was so adamant in denying his feelings for you. Perhaps because he thought it would make it easier—if he did not accept the truth, then he would not have to accept he was losing the woman of his dreams when you took the surname of another and left him behind. He would not have to accept that it was a very likely story that you would be out of his life far sooner than he would ever wish. 

Yes, he thought, that was it. Though it brought an unexpected sadness alongside the revelation. 

“That certainly is not the way that a man looks at a woman he feels nothing but friendship for,” Daphne murmured. “I recognize it very clearly.” 

“Then maybe you have had a bit too much to drink,” Benedict said, “as you could not be more wrong.” 

She did not take offense at his words, instead allowing the briefest glimpse of amusement to pass. “You are the one attempting to drown his sorrows in nothing but champagne. I regret to inform you, brother, that it will not likely work.” 

He let out a long sigh as he crossed his arms across his midsection. “What is it that you recognize then, Daph?” 

“I recognize,” Daphne said, “the very same way that I looked at Simon. When I was first beginning to realize my feelings, with no hope of them being reciprocated and yet all of the love in the world to give to him.” 

Benedict shook his head with a huff. “That is nonsense. We are nothing more than friends.” 

Daphne’s lips quirked up at the edges. “Simon used to be nothing but a friend as well. And now I have been madly in love with him for two years.” 

Sometimes Benedict wished his sister was not as attentive and caring as she was. There were plenty of other sisters in the ton, sisters that would not think twice about the sour moods of their brothers. If that were the case, he would be able to revel in his misery for the rest of his life instead of being forced to confront it instead. 

“...Fine,” he conceded. “I do have feelings for her. I… I love her. And I have for quite some time. I love that she is my friend, and I could not think of a life without her, though I cannot help but want so much more. But I fear if I speak up I could lose her.” 

“Benedict,” Daphne said softly, “if you do not say anything, you will lose her anyway. You will never know what could have been, simply because of a fear that may not even be reality. Do you truly think you could take that chance?” 

Benedict did not respond. It was a heavy question—one he did not quite know how to answer. 

He did not want to lose you—of course not. It was unimaginable, his world without you in it. But just as well, by confessing his feelings, he could lose you all the same. He could push you farther into that lecherous man’s arms, and he would not be able to do a thing. 

But deep down, Benedict knew the truth. 

“No,” he said. “I could not take the chance.” 

Daphne smiled, fully this time, and she patted her brother on the back. “Then I believe you know what you must do.” 

As if by perfect timing, the orchestra ended their current piece, and your dance with Annesley was complete. You bowed to him and him to you, and he grimaced as he touched your shoulder and said a few words. You said a few back to him, then exited with a polite nod and a smile. Before Benedict could question his next actions, he had handed his empty glass to his sister and started towards you. 

“Miss Stanton,” Benedict started, and then he shook his head, “Y/N. I wish to speak with you, if that is alright. It is… it is an urgent matter.” 

Your eyes alit with concern as you took his offered hand. “Benedict, whatever is the problem?” 

“There is no problem,” he said, and he did not think he could be stumbling through this harder if he tried. “I just wish to speak with you, if you have the time.” 

You smiled, and Benedict thought it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. “Why, of course. I always have time for Benedict Bridgerton.” 

He smiled back. “And I am eternally thankful for it.” 

Benedict guided you out of the ballroom, checking behind him every so often to ensure they weren’t being followed—he could only imagine the sort of scandal this would cause, and he did not quite feel like giving his mother a heart attack tonight—and eventually, the two of you were in a quiet but well lit hallway of the Basset’s enormous summer home. 

“Now I am truly worried something is the matter,” you said wryly. “What, with all this secrecy.” 

Benedict chuckled, but he could not stop his hands from fidgeting. In another split second decision he took your hands in his own, the warmth a welcome comfort. You did not even flinch, instead looking at him with the softest expression imaginable. 

Great God, how he loved you. 

“Nothing is the matter,” Benedict said, his voice a bit shaky, and he gave himself approximately two seconds to prepare for what he was about to do. “I’d rather say things have the opportunity to go quite well.” 

“And why is that?” you asked with a coy smile. 

“Because I have a confession to make,” he said. “I… I could not stand watching you dance out there tonight, to tell you the truth. And— and it is not because of you—you were as perfect as you always were—but because of your partner. Arthur Annesley is nothing more than his title, and he is not worth any more of your time. And— and I tell you this, because—” 

Benedict took a deep breath, and it was as if a dam had been broken, the way the words came tumbling out. 

“I do not just want to be friends,” Benedict rushed out, “and I have wanted much more for so long. I love you, Y/N Stanton, and I have loved you since the moment you walked out the doors for your debut. I have loved you since you pushed me in the mud and ruined my clothing just to get me out of French lessons. I have loved you since you sat with me for hours in silence whenever I needed you after my father’s death. Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I have known what love is. To me, you are what love is. And I love you—foolishly, wholeheartedly, completely in love.”

“Truly?” you asked quietly, your eyes slightly wide from such a sudden confession. “That is… truly how you have felt about me, all this time?” 

“For quite some time,” he admitted, and the light of concern in his eye was telling of his nerves. “You consume my every thought, Y/N, my every waking moment—you are all I dream of, day in and day out. And I cannot bear the thought of you being near that wretched Annesley any longer. I beg of you—please, do not marry him.” 

“I was never going to marry him,” you said breathlessly, and you could not help but laugh, however inappropriate it might have been. “Benedict, every moment I spent with him was to humor my mother and his father over their own delusions of a courting. I harbor nothing but ambivalence towards that man. You,” you reached your hand up and cupped his cheek with it, and you could not help but smile as he unconsciously leaned into your touch, “are the one that I love. Foolishly, wholeheartedly, completely in love.” 

It was Benedict’s turn for his eyes to widen, to repeat your own words. “Truly?” 

“It is the most truth I have ever spoken,” you whispered. 

Benedict immediately pulled you into a kiss, the feeling of his lips against yours like pure fire dancing through you. It was maddeningly addictive, passionate, the complete opposite of gentlemanly, but everything you had ever needed. Everything you had been longing for, for a longer time than you’d known. 

“I love you,” he said, breathless as he pulled away for just a moment, just enough time to say the words before he was back on you with an unrivaled fierceness. “I love you so much.” 

Your entire body was heated to the touch when you finally pulled away, your lips sore and swollen and Benedict’s hair a complete mess thanks to your combined efforts. You could not help but laugh at the sight—it was beautiful. He was beautiful, and he was the man you loved.

The man who loved you. 

“I love you too,” you murmured, and you suddenly could not believe you had managed to go so long without saying the words you now knew were etched into your soul. 

Friends, you thought with an inward laugh. The notion seemed so silly now. 

Benedict Bridgerton was your best friend, but he was also the man you loved the most. You could hardly believe you nearly passed it up from some half-hearted fear of rejection. 

You had never been so glad to not be friends. 

No—you weren’t not friends. 

You simply were not just friends. 

And that was not just good. It was perfect. 

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hi! idk if u are taking requests but could u do smth like ~ writer+political radical reader! + benedict bridgerton?

thank u and love everything u write! <3

A/N: This is very cute! Sorry for taking forever to writ it, real life got in the way! Thanks for the request

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Summary: After Benedict stumbles upon one of your old pieces in one of the gossip columns, his reaction was not what you expected.

Warnings: Just some fluff

"Darling, what's this?"

"What, dear?"

You poked your head up and saw what Benedict was holding, a stack of old newspaper clippings in his hand. For a split second you didn't register the septic clippings he was harnessing, but then it dawn o you. Your blood went cold, your eyes going wide and nearly popping out of yoru shell as Benedict was scanning the article on the top of the stack, his eyes going back forth.

Within seconds, he was grinning.

"Is this--" He stared, but you glided across the room to attempt to snatch the papers from his grasp. He was quicker, his grin was infectious and almost enduring as he moved away as you tried to get it again.

"You're the Anonymous Pin Pal named Rog?!" He asked in a shocked tone, you blueing like mad and your attempting one more time before he took it out of your reach within a millisecond. It was something you thought you buried in the past, something you placed far away in the past memories that you knew were probably foolish in partaking in. Once you were married you thought they would never resurface again.

But your husband found them otherwise, you being carless as you were cleaning out one of your old trunks of writing pieces and trinkets you brought from your old home.

"They are not mine--" You attempted to intervene, but Benedict read a few lines from the article on the top.

" 'As for the Savington Family, their notorious balls and social parties have been the talk of the town with lavish food and political word wars amongst the men. There was no dull point in conversation, and maybe some chairs shattered to bits'....Are you kidding me?!"

Finally, you snagged the papers from his hands and held it against your chest, Benedict eying you with a raised brow as you were taking a moment to collect your own thoughts in what you were going to say to your husband. It wasn't that he saw you as the squeaky clean young woman who would be his perfect wife. He liked your boldness and quirky nature, which was perfect in his own bold family. But this was something you never told him, not even when he was courting you.

This was a well hidden secret you've had since you were a teen.

"Yes....yes it is me," You replied softly, Benedict grinning widely as he crossed his arms in front of himself and leaned back on the table behind him while you spoke, "It was merely a hobby that I started, and I knew the editor of said paper. I asked to write a snuff piece about the balls in the season, giving my honest opinion about them....and apparently I was popular,"

"Apparently?" Benedict asked, you freezing for a moment. You thought, for a split moment, that Benedict would hate you. He came from a family that went to balls during the social season, they were always in attendance and are always the talk of the ball. Of course there were a few hiccups with their family, one scandal and then another that seemed to make their name be smeared in the mud. At the time, long before you knew Benedict or any of his family, you were tempting to right such things about them.

Tempted is the word, but you never did.

You were more on the political stance, fighting behind a pen name for some of the social issues that were big at the time. The rights fo women, proper education for all whether rich or poor, government changes that better the people. That was what you thrived on, and your pieces that you wrote were both intense and smearing the faces of the government and it's racial system. People were eating up your pieces left and right, agreeing with your ideas and assumptions of what you thought should change. But you never thought in a million years that the rich and elite would want to read your own pieces since it was mostly aimed at the poor and the ons who wanted change.

"May I say something you and be frank?" Benedict asked, searching your eyes as you nodded your head slowly.

"Of course, please," You replied, watering what was going on in his head. Did he see you as radical? A fraud? A liar?

"I followed every articles you've ever written," He explained, your breath was slowing down as he was smiling, "Every pice you're ever written and publish, I read it word for word. What you've read and printed.... I found it fascinating and beyond moving."

"You....you liked what I wrote?" You asked, thinking it was too good to be true. Benedict moved up from his perched spot and over to stand in font of you, moving slowly to make your heads stop hiding the paper in your fingers against your chest. He cradled the papers, as if they were delicate glass, to have your joined hands hold the articles on the top of your palms and between the pair of you.

"I adored what you wrote," He softly stated to you, "I know plenty of others adored your pieces too. I can't tell you how many nights I've discussed with my brothers what you have written and how....raw and truthful they are. Your mind is vast and so knowledgeable...and to think that it was you,"

He paused, moved to place the papers on the table behind him to then come back and lace your fingers together gently.

"I already knew from the moment I met you that your mind and vas's intelligence was one of the things that I would fall in love with first, along with your smile of course. You have a fire in you for say what's on your mind and never hold back, and I admire that more than anything. Now I see where that fire came from, and I'm honored to see and hear a glimpse of that everyday."

You were grinning softly then, hearing the praises from Benedict and how he adored what your mind was like. He always liked hearing what was on your mind, you two were already engrossed in thought evoking conversations before you were even officially courting. Anything you talked about, Benedict listened whole heartedly. He did;t mind hearing your views that seemed very specific or enlightening, asking more provoking questions to tap into your mind more.

It made courting him, later marrying him, seem so easy like breathing. You two match each other in your personalities and in your intelligence.

"And may I say, being married to one of the best radical writers of our age is quite....dare I say....beyond sexy," He said to you, his lingering tone almost made you blush as his hands went to slip around your waist, "Have I ever told you it was one of my fantasies to sleep with a writer?"

"Was? Not longer a fantasy I take it?" You coyly asked back, seeing him bit his lower lip as your reached up to release a few button on his waistcoat, "Maybe I can bring that fantasy back then,"

Benedict only chuckled as you pushing his waistcoat, tossing it behind him your old articles as Benedict threw off his shirt and pulled you into his arms.

The End.