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d-targaryenshoe · 1 month

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Eternal Hope - Anthony Bridgerton

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Summary: When one's best friend tells you a rather complex secret about your husband, doubts start to take over your mind, am I right?

You and Anthony Bridgerton were the perfection of an ideal couple, your marriage a testament to the power of love and commitment.

You were a vision of innocence and purity, your heart as untainted as the snow that covered the ground on your wedding day.

He was the embodiment of devotion, his every action a reflection of his deep affection for you. To the outside world, you were the picture-perfect duo, your lives a fairytale come true.

But your best friend, Philipa Featherington, knew better. Her family had seen Anthony Bridgerton in his younger days before he had met you and settled down.

Back then, he had been known as quite the rake, a man who was more interested in the pleasures of the flesh than in finding true love.

Despite his charming exterior, there was something dark and dangerous lurking beneath the surface.

It was this knowledge that made Philipa feel a mixture of awe, envy, and a tiny thread of worry for you, her friend.

One afternoon, as the two of you sat in the parlor, sipping tea and enjoying the warmth of the sun, Philipa decided to share the past with you.

"You know, y/n," she began, her voice low and conspiratorial, "I sometimes wonder how you ever managed to tame that wild beast of a man."

Philipa nodded towards the golden ring on your finger. "Before you came along, Anthony was quite the scoundrel."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Philipa, I cannot believe that you would say such a thing about my husband!" you exclaimed. "Anthony is the most loving, attentive man I could ever hope for!"

Philipa smiled sympathetically, knowing that you meant every word you said. But she also knew that there was more to the story than you realized.

"Yes, yes," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

"Of course, he is different now. But you must remember that everyone here has known him for years, and some saw firsthand the things he used to do. He could be quite ruthless, y/n. He never cared about anyone's feelings but his own."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Are you sure you're not overstating?" you asked hesitantly. "Anthony has always been so kind to me."

Philipa looked you in the eye. "I wish I were," she said simply.

"But the truth is, Anthony Bridgerton was once a very different man. And while I'm glad that he's changed, and that you're so happy together, I can't help but wonder if you know who he is."

Your heart sank at your friend's words. You wanted to believe that Philipa was wrong, that Anthony could never have been anything but the devoted husband you knew now.

But a tiny seed of doubt began to take root in your mind. Perhaps there was more to Anthony's past than you had realized.

"I-I don't know what to say," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I love Anthony with all my heart, and he loves me just as much. He's been nothing but faithful and kind since the day we met."

Philipa reached over and took your hand in hers. "I'm not saying that he isn't faithful to you now," she said gently.

"But you must understand that the man you married is not the same man who was running through the streets of London, chasing after any skirt that crossed his path."

You bit your lip, trying to process everything your friend was saying.

You wanted to believe that Anthony was as innocent and pure as you were, but the memories of Philipa's stories kept creeping into your thoughts.

Could it be possible that there was more to Anthony than you knew?

As you sat alone in the carriage, making your way home from your visit to Philipa, your heart felt heavy with doubt.

The wind howled outside, and the horses' hooves clattered against the cobblestone streets, but you could barely hear any of it over the voice in your head.

What if Philipa was right? What if Anthony had been dissatisfied with you in some way?

You tried to convince yourself that it was ridiculous, that Anthony was the most loving husband a woman could ask for.

But the thought lingered, refusing to be shaken off.

Your mind drifted back to the beginning of your courtship, when Anthony had been so attentive, always showering you with compliments and affection.

He had made you feel beautiful and desirable in a way that no one else ever had. But then, as time went on, you began to wonder if perhaps he was growing bored with you.

He had started spending more time at his club, and when he was home, he seemed distracted.

You tried to talk to him about it, but he always brushed your concerns aside, insisting that everything was fine.

You closed your eyes, the tears beginning to well up in their corners. It hurt you to think that Anthony might not find you beautiful anymore, that he might be seeking pleasure elsewhere.

The thought made you feel so insecure, so unworthy of his love. As the carriage pulled up in front of your home, you forced a smile onto your face, trying to convince yourself that everything was going to be all right.

But deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right between you.

You climbed out of the carriage and hurried up the steps to your front door, your heart racing with anticipation and fear.

Anthony was supposed to have returned home hours ago, but he hadn't come back yet.

You knocked on the door, your knuckles white from gripping the handle.

When the butler answered, you forced a bright smile, trying to hide the turmoil within her.

"Hello, Thomas," you said, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. "Is Lord Bridgerton inside?"

Thomas, ever the attentive servant, noticed something amiss in your expression. "I believe Lord Bridgerton is still at the club, Lady Bridgerton," he said gently. "Shall I send up a tray for him?"

You hesitated for a moment, your brow furrowing in confusion.

"Yes," you managed to say, "that would be lovely. Thank you, Thomas." You turned and made your way upstairs to your bed chamber, your steps heavy with unease.

You couldn't help but wonder what Anthony was doing at the club for so long, and why he hadn't come home yet.

The thought of him with another woman, enjoying himself in ways he never seemed to enjoy with you, made your stomach churn.

You busied yourself with straightening the bedclothes and rearranging the pillows, trying to distract yourself from the growing ache in your heart.

But as the minutes ticked by and Anthony still hadn't returned, your anxiety only grew worse.

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that perhaps Philipa had been right all along.

Maybe Anthony's past truly was catching up with you, and your marriage wasn't as strong as you had once believed it to be.

Finally, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing downstairs.

Your heart leaped into your throat as you hurried over to the window, peeking out through the curtains.

There he was, striding up the walkway, his shoulders squared and his head held high. He looked every bit the gentleman you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

But as he ascended the stairs and disappeared from your view.

Your stomach was knotted with fear. You waited until you heard the butler announce his arrival before you made your way down the hallway, trying to compose yourself.

When you finally stepped into the entryway, Anthony turned toward you, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "There you are, dearest," he said, his voice warm and affectionate. "I was beginning to wonder where you'd gotten off to."

Your heart sank even further. You forced a smile and walked toward him, trying to ignore the voice in your head that kept saying that this wasn't real, that he wasn't truly happy to see you.

As you moved toward each other, you let yourself be enveloped in his embrace, breathing in his familiar cologne, feeling the strength of his arms around you.

For a moment, you let yourself believe that everything was going to be all right.

"I was just waiting in the parlor, my lady," Thomas interjected, clearing his throat. "Shall I bring up the tray for Lord Bridgerton now?"

"Yes, please," Anthony said, stepping away from you. "That would be lovely, Thomas. Thank you."

He turned back to you, reaching out to take your hand. "Come, my dear. Let's go eat in the privacy of our chamber. I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

Your heart skipped a beat. What could he possibly need to discuss? You forced another smile and allowed him to lead you up the stairs and into your bed chamber, following him like a nervous child as he took a seat at the table.

He poured you each a glass of wine before sitting back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you.

"Y/n," he began, his voice gentle but firm, "I need to talk to you about something."

Your stomach twisted into knots. "Okay," you managed to say, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. "What is it?"

Anthony took a deep breath before continuing. "I love you, y/n. More than anything in this world. You are my wife, my partner, my best friend. But I've been feeling...disconnected from you lately. Like something is missing between us."

He paused, searching your eyes for some sign of understanding. "I want us to be closer. More intimate. I want to feel the way I used to feel when I looked at you, the way I felt when we first met."

Your heart ached as you listened to his words.

A part of you wanted to believe him, to believe that you could find your way back to the love you once shared.

But another part of you couldn't help but wonder if it was all just an act if he was only trying to save face.

You took a sip of your wine, trying to steady your nerves. "I...I want that too," you said, your voice trembling. "I want us to be closer, to feel connected again. But...I don't know how."

Anthony studied your face, his expression softening.

"I think we need to be honest with each other," he said. "To share our fears and our desires. To...explore each other." He took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed.

"I want to make love to you, y/n. Not just tonight, but every night. I want to show you how much you mean to me, how much I desire you."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, your heart racing. A part of you wanted to believe that he meant it, that he wanted you the way he used to.

But another part of you couldn't help but wonder if it was all just a ploy to ease his conscience, to make himself feel better about whatever it was he had been doing.

You looked up at him, searching his eyes for some sign of truth.

"I'm...I'm not sure," you said finally, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I want to try, Anthony. I want us to try. But I need you to promise me that...that you'll always be honest with me. That you'll never keep anything from me."

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "I promise you, my love," he said solemnly.

"I will always be honest with you. And I swear I will never keep anything from you. Not again." His grip on your hand tightened, and you could feel the warmth of his palm through your gloves. "I want this to work between us, y/n. More than anything."

You closed your eyes, trying to decide what to believe. Part of you wanted to believe him, to trust that he could change, that you could find your way back to the love you once shared.

But another part of you was still so insecure, still so hurt by the betrayal. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever might come.

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thollandx · 2 years

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Misunderstanding

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Angst to Fluff

My eyes followed the dancing couples at Lady Danbury's ball. Secretly I wished that I would be one of those couples and dance with Benedict all night long.

But he was unfortunately not present today, his little brother Colin told me earlier that he would not come. Benedict was at the university today and therefore could not appear. But he sent me a message.

Amused, I read the note over and over again.

"My dearest, it hurts my heart that I cannot be by your side at the ball tonight. But I beg you to leave your dance card blank. All the dances are only for me and here with I reserve them. I promise you that we will dance all these dances together. I carry you in my heart tonight and forever. With love Benedict Bridgerton"

Happy that he was still thinking of me despite his studies, I smiled and continued to watch the couples.

"Ah, look who we have here...All alone like this....Where is Mr. Bridgerton?",

Confused, I turned slightly to the side and caught sight of Cressida Cowper and her mother.

Both looked at me spitefully as they were.

I knew they were jealous of my connection with Benedict.

"Good evening, Mrs. Cowper and Cressida. An extremely beautiful ball isn't it?", I asked them both, smiling.

"Oh it is indeed my dear. But why aren't you dancing? Where is your faithful fiancé Mr. Bridgerton?", Mrs. Cowper asked me curiously.

"Benedict is at the university studying for his degree. He therefore has no time tonight and is indisposed," I explained to her and saw Cressida laughing in the corner of my eye.

Confused, I looked at her.

"Then what is there to laugh about?", I asked her therefore.

"Oh I get what Mr. Bridgerton is learning so exactly," she expressed bluntly.

Frowning she didn't look at me and I didn't understand what she was trying to say.

"Oh dear, best we tell you before it gets too late and you are standing at the altar with Mr. Bridgerton," now Cressida's mother spoke.

These words now confused me even more and I looked at her questioningly.

"From my spouse, his nephew is also studying at the same university as Mr. Bridgerton and he told me some things about her fiancé. Your fiancé is studying there not only the arts but also something else...He is studying there the charms of special women and not just once my dear," Mrs. Cowper explained to me, grinning nastily along with her daughter.

No...Benedict would never do such a thing. They both say that just to hurt me and make me feel insecure!

With a smile I said goodbye and then quickly went to the balcony in the mansion.

I desperately needed fresh air and I needed it now!

Unsettled, I leaned against a wall in the balcony and looked out into the night. My mind was wandering around Benedict and even though I didn't want to believe it, I kept thinking about what the Cowpers had told me.

It just couldn't be true. My Benedict would never do something like that to me. He only ever promised to love me. I was going to tie the knot with him....

Sad and insecure I began to cry. Alone for imagination hurt me incredibly.

The idea that Benedict held another woman in his arms and loved her.

No...no...I was not allowed to believe the stupid gossip!

It was Benedict!

My Benedict!

The Benedict who promised me eternal love.

Sadly, I lay in bed that night, constantly trying to push the negative thoughts aside, but it just didn't work.

My heart ached terribly and the tears found their way out of my eyes.

I knew that Benedict was very popular with the women and I was not such a beautiful woman...I was not a diamond.

Even though I didn't want to admit it to myself, my mind realized that maybe it was all true what they had told me.

Why should Benedict love me? I was not beautiful and had no special talents. Nor was I worthy of the name Bridgerton. I'm sure I bored him and he wanted to break up with me anyway. I'm sure he just didn't want to hurt me and kept it from me....

With tears and a broken heart, I fell asleep in sorrow.

The next day, I was really tired from the sadness, I went down to the hall and caught sight of Benedict talking to my father. At the sight of him, I bit my lower lip and tried not to burst into tears again.

How could I have let this man go? I really loved him, but it wasn't me he loved....

Heartbroken, I walked up to them and Benedict noticed me first. He smiled at me and my father said goodbye when he saw me.

Benedict hugged me when my father left the hall, but I could not return the hug.

I kept wondering if there was another woman in his arms and now he was hugging me.

"Stop it!", I suddenly shouted and quickly moved away from Benedict.

My fiancé looked at me confused and wanted to take a step towards me, but I raised my hand, making it clear to him not to come closer.

"What's the matter, dear? Is it because I didn't go to the ball yesterday?", Benedict asked me confused.

"Why...", I asked him, my voice trembling.

"Why, what? Dearest, what's wrong?",

"Why am I not good enough for you? Why do you have mistresses? What's wrong with me? Am I too ugly for you?", I asked him and cried.

My whole body began to shake and Benedict immediately pulled me into his arms.

"Who told you such crap? I would never cheat on you! My heart and soul love only you and belong only to you. No other woman will ever be as special to ever take your place in my heart. You are my true love and I only count the days when I can finally call you my wife. Please believe me and don't leave me! I could not live without you! We belong together my darling. I don't know who told you that and I don't want to know, but I want you to know that there are no other women! There is only you and me! Only the two of us! Forever!",

Benedict looked me in the eyes full of sincerity and love and only now I understood what I had done. I had doubted our love! How stupid I was!

I really believed that he would cheat on me and only because of the stupid talk of the cowpers!

"I am so stupid! I'm sorry that I doubted your love and insinuated that. Please forgive me...". I whispered and put my head on his chest. I was ashamed to look at him.

"You don't have to apologize and also you are not stupid. You were just told something to hurt you. But I will not let this happen. I made you a promise that I would always make you happy and we'll start with that right now. Would you give me this dance?", Benedict said and gently moved away from me.

My fiancé smiled at me and held out his hand.

"I told you that I would catch up on all the dances from yesterday," he explained to me, winking.

I started to laugh unintentionally but took his hand.

Benedict pulled me close to him and I knew then that I would never doubt him.

He would make me infinitely happy.

He was the love of my life.

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merlieve · 2 years

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Yesss I have a Bridgerton request for you! <3 Can you please do an imagine Benedictxwife!Reader where Ben is being a perfect dad to his diamonds of children and the reader is utterly in love with him? Thanks so much in advance! Xx

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 (𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞)

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: had to do this with my baby fever that’s going on right now :sob: ]

It was in the middle of the night when [Name] woke up, she was confused onto why she had awakened randomly. [Name] looked to the right of the bed and to her dismay, her husband, Benedict, wasn't there. And that wasn't the only confusing act, her sleep wasn't interrupted by their children's wails.

Due to her motherly instinct, she immediately ran toward the nursery, not expecting Benedict to be coddling one of their children, but there he was reading a fairytale to one of your children, as one was already tucked in, sleeping soundly.

"- And when the prince realized Cinderella was the mysterious woman he met at the ball, they both rode on his horse, and lived happily ever after," Whispered Benedict to your daughter, who was on the verge of dozing.

"Thank you, papa..." Yawned [Daughter's Name], while she curled up into a snowball position to make herself feel relaxed. "You're welcome, sweetheart," Muttered Benedict, as he placed a soft peck on his daughter's forehead.

"She has your eyes, you know..." Murmured [Name], slowly walking towards her husband to avoid awakening the children. "Aw, you weren't supposed to wake up," Grumbled Benedict, moving his head to the left to face [Name]. "Well, your plan worked terribly, I woke up since sleeping for even a few hours was questionable enough," Laughed [Name], "Still, I appreciate the gesture,"

"You're welcome," Grinned Benedict, looking at [Name] with his doe-eyes that could make anyone swoon. "Don't do that," Whined [Name], covering her eyes with her hands. "Do what?" - "Those eyes!" Whisper-shouted [Name], as Benedict, let out an airy laugh. "What's the matter with my eyes?" Inquired Benedict, knowing precisely what she meant.

"Call me Prince Charming, 'cause I want you to hop on my horse and ride with me to the sunset," Fooled [Name], earning a dissatisfied look from Benedict. "That was hard to hear," - "Like you could do better!" Retorted [Name], tucking her arms together.

"As a matter of fact, I could do better," Stated Benedict, walking closer to his wife. "Bring it on," Challenged [Name]. "It might be better if I show you," Suggested Benedict, grabbing his wife's hand and pulling her out of the nursery, earning a quiet yelp from her. The rest of the night was filled with laughter and romance.

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spideyagarfield · 5 months

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Does anyone know of any Luke Thompson x reader? Like just as the actor and not Benedict Bridgerton

Thank you!

#luke thompson #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #luke thompson x reader #question

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nfr-girly · 3 months

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Luke Thompson as Benedict Bridgerton ⭒

#benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #Benedict Bridgerton x Reader #luke thompson #anthony bridgerton #Netflix #bridgerton brothers

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toasttt11 · 3 months

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boat naps

August 9, 2021

Grey fixed her white bikini as she got back onto the boat having been swimming around for awhile.

A lot of friends and teammates were all at the lake house for one more lake weekend before going back to school or hockey.

Grey grabbed her towel ringing out her hair and drying of her face, yawning feeling tired from being in the sun and water all day.

Luke who had been getting back on the boat could tell she was as tired he walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist pressing a kiss to her cheek, not caring about the PDA as everyone else is in the water and it’s only them on the boat. Grey relaxed in Luke’s arm.

“Do you want to lay down Lizzie?” Luke soflty questioned gently tracing shapes on her bare stomach.

“Please.” Grey whispered being extremely exhausted.

Luke layed down on the boat seat that was long enough for him to full lay down, he opened his arms and Grey quickly fell into them.

Grey shuffled around and buried her head into his neck, Luke gently put his hands into her hair feeling her fully relax against him and let out a soft sigh.

Luke slowly drifted asleep holding his girlfriend in his arms.

The rest of the boys had got out of the water along time after Luke and Grey disappeared, Jack got on the boat first shaking his head seeing the two fast asleep cuddled together, Jack is not even surprised as Grey and Luke can fall asleep anywhere they always have.

“Ah! That’s where the love birds went.” Trevor cheekily smirked having seeing the two be in love for years and have been teasing them nonstop since he found out they finally got together.

Cole rolled his eyes at Trevor plopping down on the boat bench.

Ty laughed at Quinn smacking the back of Trevor’s head stopping him for teasing Grey and Luke anymore.

Quinn sat in the captain’s seat and started the drive back to the lake house.

The boys all grabbed the stuff as they boat parked at the dock and started jumping off.

Quinn was the last was one on the boat seeing Grey and Luke still fast asleep, he bent down running a hand through Luke’s crazy curls making Luke slowly wake up, “Moosey, we’re back home if you wanna go inside.” Quinn saw Luke slowly nodded and Quinn stood back up and headed back up to the lake house.

Luke rubbed his face waking up slowly, he slowly began to rub the back of Grey’s bare thigh slowly waking her up, “You wanna go inside?” Grey sleepily nodded, Luke shifted her in his arms at sat up so her legs were on either side of him and her arms wrapped around his neck, he stood up and Grey legs tightened around him but continued sleeping as Luke started carrying her into the lake house to continue their nap.

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thatsrealoriginalkaren · 8 months

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- Benedict and his Darling -

Just something I couldn’t get out of my head.

Benedict Bridgerton x reader

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You had been searching for Benedict for most of the morning, but of course you would find him here, holed up in his studio. He was lost in concentration on his latest masterpiece, fine tuning details only the trained eye would notice. You gave a slight knock to alert him of your presence to which he turned and fixed you with one of his famous lopsided smiles, motioning gently for you to enter the studio.

You did so with haste, him spreading his legs a bit wider to accommodate you, and patting his thigh, gesturing for you to sit.

You perched yourself upon his leg, leaning back into him to admire his latest work.

Benedict’s arms wrapped around your middle, lips pressing fleeting kisses to any exposed skin, losing himself in you while waiting for the hum of approval that you always graced his ears with after every successful painting.

But it never came.

A small intake of breath followed by stillness was the only reaction the painting managed to elicit from you.

His cheeks began to flush, reluctantly pulling away and mumbling out a bashful, “Is something wrong with it my darling?”

That statement was perhaps the farthest thing from the truth.

The painting was beautiful, truly.

He had somehow captured you perfectly with only his memory to serve as reference.

However, you couldn’t help but be shocked at the more… salacious pose he chose to depict you in.

The image was of you spread atop your and Benedict’s shared bed. No clothes adorned your body, only the thin white bed sheet that left little to the imagination while still managing to barely cover up your more intimate parts. Head thrown back in post coital bliss and hands gripping the sheets, there wasn’t much room for misinterpretation of what emotion had inspired this painting. Yet, it was clear the painting had been constructed with a sort of reverence in mind, not only for your body but also the emotions that went along with being involved in such an erotic act.

“It is lovely Benedict,” you began, choosing your words carefully, “yet is it not quite a bit more suggestive than your usual pieces?”

“I supposed it is,” he conceded, “guess that means we’ll just have to keep this one all to ourselves.” His mouth attached itself back to your neck.

“Wherever would we put it?” You tried to maintain your train of thought but Benedict was making it hard.

“Mm, I would love nothing more than to have it displayed to the public and all our guests in our formal sitting room,” you lightly smacked the back of his head, causing him to chuckle, “but I do believe it would look most excellent hanging above our bed.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

“If you keep painting me as often as you do, people will start to assume I pay you for this kind of flattery.”

“Or they will simply see how truly and deeply I love you. I’d most certainly be branded as Benedict Bridgerton: the artist who was so in love with his darling that he couldn’t bring himself to paint any other subject.”

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clemswinecorner-socials · 1 year

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view all comments colinbridge we'd gathered that, with those 100s of paintings bridgerben @/colinbridge it's hard not to try and capture such beauty

posted july 30th

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bridgerben like a renaissance painting

view all comments francescabr looks like italy has been treating you guys well x colinbridge it lovely running into you

posted august 14th

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bridgerben there’s no place like home

view all comments abridgerton there's no place like home indeed yourusername it would not home without you ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

posted august 31st

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bridgerben beauty and grace

view all comments ladywhistledown looks like benedict is enjoying himself ;) eloiseb she matches the entie room how is that possible

posted september 7th

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bridgerben wether i look at the sky now, during the sunset, in two years or hundreds of years ago, it will never not remind me of you and your beauty.

view all comments ladywhistledown love makes the best poets it seems yourusername i love you to the sky and beyond, benedict.

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bisexual-magnus-bane · 6 months

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Silent Night

NSFW, smut, 18+

The room was painfully silent, the only sound is huffing breath, skin on skin and his sinful groans. He never spoke a word, you did all the talking the whole night and by the time his lips fell to yours it felt like a silent plea for you to shut up even though he shook his head no when you asked him that.

How you ended up in bed with Julian Thompson will forever be a mystery to you.

He was a regular customer at the strip joint you worked at and somehow you quickly became his favourite. Lap dances quickly turned into make out sessions which proceeded into blowjobs in one of the private rooms. You started to take him home roughly 7 months ago when he was severely beat up. It’s become a bit of a regular thing since then.

So tonight was not special, cleaning and dressing his wounds and having something for supper while watching tv. The cold hard truth is you’ve been wanting to kiss him for awhile but every time he seems so engorged in the tv show that you can’t seem to catch him.

But it was different tonight, it was all him tonight. “Would you like to make out?” His quiet husky voice bounces off your living room walls causing you to swivel around to look him in the eye. He had a light blush on his cheeks but looked you dead on. You wasted no time in crawling into hip lap and licking into his mouth, and that is how you ended up in bed with you begging his to pound your ass.

With you undressed on the bed and him almost fully clothed kneeling behind you, slowly sinking his cock in and out of you until he picked up a pace so brutal it had the headboard banging against the wall. Your insides ached and you tried to plead with him that you were about to cum but he wasn’t planning on slowing down. All you could do was babble incoherently nothing making sense anymore.

“ Julian my god oh god! “

It hit you like a tsunami, drowning you out and he wasn’t far behind. You heard the big groan before you felt the twitch of his cock and he spent himself deep inside of you. He slowly pulled out of the sticky mess to lay you down properly.

Leaving the room he came back with a face cloth to clean you up and followed to join you in bed. You both fell asleep in the once again silent room.

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midnightstar-90 · 5 months

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*SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING*

To those who still write Bridgerton fanfics and stories, I have had an idea in my mind all day, and I know that if I do it, I could not do it justice like you can.

So, I was thinking about a fic where you are not in a romantic relationship, but you’re an “adopted” member of the Bridgerton family.

(TW)Reader or OC’s (whichever you see fit) mother kills herself by drowning, leaving her child alone in the woods.

One day, whilst hunting, one of the Bridgerton brothers finds her walking all alone. The later find the mother’s body and immediately take the girl back home, where they get her checked out by a doctor and begin their search for the girls father.

Her father is never found, and so they take the girl in.

As she gets older (Maybe a couple years later), she grows a bond with the family, and is very attached to the first brother who found her (I was thinking Anthony or Benedict, but it is definitely Your Choice). Also, she enjoys wearing boys clothes, but as she gets older, they try and break her habits.

She doesn’t enjoy girls activities, and therefore is a tomboy, also making her a social outcast.

She is the light of the family, but is treated as like one of the households many helpers.

The plot could be her growing up in a society that doesn’t value her, and she has to learn how to be a proper member of society, and whilst at the same time she continues to be herself

It’s a big ask, but once again, I could not do it justice. And I’ve read the Bridgerton fanfics, and they are some of the best fics I’ve seen. Please, if someone sees this, I give complete permission for you to use this idea.

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Carpets and Gala's - Luke Thompson

Word Count: 907

Summary: Who said Met Gala's weren't special when you had the most special person by your side, right?

The bustling streets of New York City were filled with excitement and anticipation as the stars gathered for the highly anticipated 2024 Met Gala.

Cameras flashed and crowds of fans screamed as celebrities walked the red carpet, dressed in their finest designer gowns and suits.

Among the many A-listers making their grand entrance, there was you, known for your breakout role in the hit show Bridgerton, and your boyfriend, Luke Thompson.

As you made your way towards the entrance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, all eyes were on the both of you, causing a frenzy among the fans in the street when Luke held up the train of your dress.

"I can't believe they're here!" exclaimed one fan, snapping a photo of the couple with her phone, as you waved towards her and made them scream harder.

"I had no idea they were dating, they look so perfect together!" gushed another fan, trying to get a better view of you.

You and Luke smiled and waved at the fans before making your way up the grand staircase and onto the red carpet, where you were immediately surrounded by reporters and interviewers.

"Y/n! Luke! Over here!' shouted the reporters, vying for your attention.

You were dressed in a stunning silver gown, and Luke, looking dapper in a grey tuxedo, happily obliged as you made your way through the crowd.

"Congratulations on your debut appearance as a couple, you two look stunning tonight!" one reporter exclaimed, holding out her microphone for you to speak.

"Thank you so much, it's an honor to be here at the Met Gala with Luke by my side," You beamed, looking at your boyfriend with a loving smile.

"It's a night to remember," Luke added, wrapping his arm around your waist.

As you both continued to make your way down the red carpet, you stopped to talk to more reporters and take photos with fans.

It was a dream come true for you since you had always wanted to attend the Met Gala and you were grateful to have Luke with you on this special night.

"Can you give us a sneak peek into what fans can expect from Bridgerton season 3?" one interviewer asked, causing your eyes to light up.

"I can't reveal too much, but let's just say there will be lots more of romance and a special carriage ride." You teased, much to the delight of the fans.

As you both finally reached the end of the red carpet, you and Luke were met by the host of the evening, the talented and hilarious Liza Koshy.

"Y/n! Luke! Welcome to the Met Gala!" Liza exclaimed, giving you both a warm hug.

"Thank you, Liza. We're thrilled to be here," You replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"So, this is your first Met Gala together as a couple. How does it feel?" Liza asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It feels amazing. It's such an honor to be here, and to be able to share this moment with Luke just makes it even more special," You replied, smiling at him.

"Liza, can I just say that y/n looks enchanting tonight," Luke cut in, causing you to blush.

"You're not looking too bad yourself, Luke," Liza said with a wink, causing you all to laugh.

"Yeah, well, I had an amazing stylist," Luke replied, grinning at you.

"Okay, now, spill the tea. Is there anything you can tell us about Bridgerton season 3? Any new characters or plot twists?" Liza asked, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

"Well, let's just say fans won't be disappointed by their expectations," You replied slyly.

"Okay guys, I need to know. How was your first meeting?' she asked her usual bubbly self.

"It was better than anything I'd expect on meeting a co-star for the first time, better than I'd have imagined and more. And I have to say, the connection we had besides the chemistry made it more special," Luke replied, looking at you with adoration.

"I couldn't agree more. these last years of Bridgerton were mindblowing, and I'm so grateful to be able to share it with this man," You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you closer.

Liza couldn't help but let out a squeal again, and we all laughed as she faked taking a picture to capture the moment.

"And on that note, I'm going to let you guys go. I can clearly see that you just want to be alone right now," Liza said with a wink, before giving you both a hug.

"Thank you for everything tonight, Liza. Seriously, we couldn't have asked for a better interview. Or interviewer," You said, hugging her back.

"Oh please, it was my pleasure. And who knows, maybe we'll see more of you two on the red carpet in the future," Liza said with a playful wink, before heading off to interview other guests.

As you both made your way inside, you couldn't stop talking about how amazing the night was going to be. You were both excited, but you knew that you would cherish this memory forever.

You knew that life was only going to get crazier from here on out with your growing fame, but you were also confident that as long as you had each other, you could handle anything.

And as you walked hand in hand towards your future, you couldn't wait to see what the Met Gala would bring.

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thollandx · 2 years

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I am here

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Fluff

Uncertainly I looked around and tried to find my mother or my father in this crowd of people. But both were nowhere to be found. The more the hall filled up, the more fear and panic gripped me.

I noticed how the panic gripped my body more and more and before I had a panic attack in front of these people who were strangers to me, I ran away inconspicuously.

I had to get out of this crowd and calm down in some empty room.

My parents knew about my fear, but they dragged me from one ball to the next. Of course I understood them, they just wanted me to find a good husband at the balls. But it was all just too much for me.

Even as a child I got scared when too many people gathered around me in one place.

I quickly ran away from the people around me, I took my dress in both hands and lifted it up. Well that wasn't exactly ladylike, but I didn't care so much at the moment. Since the panic increased and I noticed that I could hardly breathe.

Without paying attention to whom I ran past, I inadvertently bumped into a young man. He turned around confused and looked into my face.

His blue eyes looked at me in confusion and I desperately bit my lips together to keep from crying or even shaking in panic. Without saying anything to the man I just kept running, but I could feel his gaze on me.

I would have liked to apologize to him, but I knew that if I had said anything, I would have had a panic attack.

Without thinking, I opened the first door I saw and entered the dark room.

I quickly closed the door behind me and leaned against the door, sinking down against it.

When I was finally alone, I let my emotions take over. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. Again and again I went through in my head that I was alone and that there was no more danger for me.

Slowly my heart and body calmed down and I could breathe properly without breaking into tears.

When I realized that there was no more danger of a panic attack, I slowly got up from the floor and looked for the light switch of the room. I quickly found it and opened the light.

I found myself in a studio.

There were paintings and artwork all over the room. Some were complete and some were not yet.

Smiling I walked past the paintings and stopped at one and looked at it, it wasn't finished but still looked beautiful.

I had always been fascinated by art but unfortunately I was not talented in this area, but I did not miss the opportunity to admire the art.

The painting showed a landscape and so far there was only a large meadow and many beautiful flowers to see, yet it harmonize wonderfully with each other.

"Do you like it?",

Startled, I turned around and caught sight of the man from before.

Panic-stricken, I widened my eyes and didn't know what to say at the moment.

Was this his studio?

Was he the owner of this property?

But then he would have to be a Bridgerton, wouldn't he?

Without looking at him any further, I briskly walked past him to leave the room.

But he grabbed my wrist as I tried to pass him and automatically I had to stop.

Slowly I lifted my head and looked into his blue eyes again.

"Have you been able to calm down? Are you feeling better?" he asked me softly, looking at me with such a loving way that you would think I was a very special woman to him.

I nodded silently and wanted to move away from him, because I just didn't know why he was interested in my condition.

We didn't know each other at all.

"Are you afraid in such big crowds? If so, why do you voluntarily come to a ball?" he continued to ask me bluntly.

"My parents hope it will help me find a suitable husband, but unfortunately it always ends up like today. I panic and run away. The whole evening I then hide in an empty room until the ball is over and my mother then looks for me," I explained to him, secretly wondering why I was telling him this at all.

Only my parents knew about my fear....

I honestly felt ashamed too, since all the other women my age, could enjoy these great balls....

Sadly I looked at this man and knew exactly that he would look at me pityingly and throw me out of this room.

But what surprised me was that he just gave me a gentle smile and pulled me along by my wrist.

He sat down on the sofa that was in the room and just sat me down next to him, then grabbed a stack of paper and a pen.

"Please stay calm and let me draw you, at the same time you can calm down like this and you don't have to go to the ball," he explained to me and winked cheekily at me.

Speechless I looked at him but nodded only slightly, I was just fine with that, as long as I did not have to go back into the crowd.

One could perceive in the pleasant silence only quietly the music of the ball and the gentle brushstrokes of the brush on the easel met. My gaze went to the window in front of me and I looked at the stars in the dark night sky.

I was allowed to change my sitting position after being addressed by Benedict Bridgerton, he gave me his name and I gave him mine.

Now I sat on the windowsill and looked out, which did me good and I was happy inside.

Mr. Bridgerton was now standing across from me at an easel drawing me.

Neither spoke a word, but no one had to. There was a beautiful atmosphere between us in this room.

Every now and then I glanced at Mr. Bridgerton and smiled gently at him.

I didn't know why, but when I looked at him there was an incredible calm feeling inside me and my heart felt good.

This man radiates a calmness which made me feel very happy.

When the ball ended, I said goodbye to Mr. Bridgerton and thanked him for letting me stay in his studio and for the good time.

He just smiled and said we would meet again. I was sure he was just saying that out of context.

But what surprised me the next morning was that suddenly Mr. Bridgerton was standing in front of me with flowers and a painting.

"Would you do me the honor of letting me get to know you better and continue to paint you?" he asked me, showing me the painting.

It was what he had painted of me last night and he had finished it after I left.

It was beautiful and I looked like a princess.

"I'm not that beautiful...", I whispered unintentionally, but Mr. Bridgerton heard it.

"Oh my dear, if only you could see yourself from my eyes...I can't even capture your beauty, the picture is nothing compared to your beauty. Please allow me to meet you, I will always stay by your side. Always, even if fear should seize you again," he explained to me in a firm voice and his blue eyes looked at me hopefully.

Happily, I nodded and invited him in.

I had always seen my fear as my greatest weakness and as obstacles, but it seemed it wasn't after all.

My fear brought me to Mr. Bridgerton and helped me find my happiness....Sometimes the greatest weakness can also become the greatest strength....

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byebyelullabye · 2 years

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seven ~ b.b

benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

benedict bridgerton had been the age of seven the day he met y/n l/n. seven hours later, he declared her his bride.

(inspired by forgive me, a fic by @benedictscanvas !! highly recommend you go read it!!)

a/n: first bridgerton fic!! i was inspired by the fic above but i changed some of the ages to make a bit more sense.

warning: really. really. really bAD wRITINGggg. im really unsure abt this bc im still figuring out my writing style and honestly idk how to write in a regency-like manner so pls feel free to spew feedback :) also im really sorry if this didn't really live up to the hype im still learning how to develop my own voice etc etc so feedback is all the more appreciated <3

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~ fifteen (part 2)

Benedict Bridgerton had been the age of seven the first time laid his eyes upon seven-year-old Y/n L/n.

It had not been expected. It began as an ordinary day, like any other. At least, as normal as it could be for a member of the great Bridgerton clan. So far there were only four Bridgerton children (though there was no doubt among the Ton there would be more to come): Antony (10), Benedict (7), Colin (3), and little baby Daphne who was turning a year old in just a few weeks.

Breakfast was served, in abundance of course, considering the hefty appetite of the growing Bridgerton boys. Colin would attempt to snatch a piece of pastry from one of his brother’s plates. Daphne would start crying in the middle of the meal, needing the comfort of her mother’s arms. Breakfast would end with full stomachs. Daphne was put to sleep. The boys ran off in different paths, in different pursuits. Then, Lady Bridgerton prepared the drawing room for her incoming guests.

Everyone remembered that day differently, apart from Daphne who barely knew anything at that age. Although Anthony would admit later on that he did not care enough to note any details because he thought it as just an ordinary day. But Benedict, second-born he was, always thought of that day he first saw an angel before his eyes.

When reminiscing upon that day, Benedict was ashamed to think he did not even notice her when he walked into the drawing room. She was there with her mother, Lady L/n. They had been invited by Lady Bridgerton for tea that day, because after all what else are you supposed to do with your charming new neighbors?

The L/n family, composed of Lord and Lady L/n along with their shy young daughter Y/n, spent much of their time traveling before deciding to settle their residence in Mayfair after careful consideration and a longing ache for stability and society. Lady Bridgerton heard about her family's new neighbors from the grapevine of the Ton but never saw them with her own eyes until a week later when they were all settled in the house. Knowing no one among their circle, Lady L/n reached out to the other mothers but was met with that certain brand of indifference that accompanies new change. Lady Bridgerton never tolerated such crass behaviour so she invited her new neighbor and her daughter to her home the next day.

Which leads to where they are now, in the drawing-room of the great Bridgerton House, peacefully sipping tea in between flowing waves of animated conversation between the two ladies. Y/n opted to hide behind her tea cup, now that she could no longer hide behind her mother’s skirt.

Benedict was not even supposed to be in the drawing room but nevertheless, he needed his pencils for his newfound hobby of sketching. Once he entered, however, his pencils were the last things on his mind.

Once his eyes landed on her, his heart raced. His cheeks reddened. His eyes widened. The world silenced. Without a word, thoughts of sketching flew out of his head as he immediately ran to her.

Because she spilled tea on her dress.

In all fairness, it was not her fault. Benedict's younger brother Colin had taken a habit of exploring every new place and every new person that he came upon. Thus, he wanted to startle the new presence in his home by pulling one of the stray locks of her hair. Immediately after, Colin sprinted out of the room to escape the wrath of his mother and brother.

Benedict ran to Y/n's side and kneeled on the ground to pick up the chipped teacup she dropped from the floor. He offered it to her in his outstretched hand.

Before he could scold his brother, Benedict looked into her eyes, and all the world outside them faded. Time slowed. He gasped. His mouth went dry as his jaw dropped. For a second, his heart stopped. Then, all he could hear in his ears was every breath he expelled from his lungs. Butterflies grew forth in his stomach, each wing beating in time with his pounding heart. As if hie eyes were a telescope focusing on a singular point, he gazed upon her and got lost inside the galaxies of her soft doe eyes staring back at him.

Then, she smiled.

Benedict Bridgerton was seven years old the day he fell in love with seven-year-old Y/n L/n.

She looked ethereal. As far as Benedict was concerned, she was ethereal. She wore her aura of warmth like a halo above her head. It glimmered like her eyes, illuminating her god-sculpted features. Her enchanting albeit shy smile shone and melted through his heart. He was in such a daze he could have sworn there were sparks when their fingertips grazed each other once she took the teacup.

He couldn't stop staring at her even if he tried. He didn't really try, anyways. As she stood, he continued to stare at her like a work of art from the first time he stepped foot inside a museum: full of awe, marveling and questioning how he, a mere mortal, was allowed to be in the presence of such beauty.

"Thank you", she whispered in a heavenly melodious voice that took his speech away.

Benedict remained kneeling on the ground before her. Nothing in the world could have stopped him from gaping at her. Not even his own mother, who took hold of his chin to close his mouth. Lady Bridgerton hid her smirk and the twinkle in her eyes behind a well-placed cup of tea as he ran off to compose himself. Lady L/n shared the same look as she took a sip of tea, mirroring Lady Bridgerton's expression.

Y/n was quiet for the rest of the conversation between her mother and Benedict’s. She hadn't touched her cup of tea or any of the pastries laid out. Her eyes wandered all over the drawing room as she tried to amuse herself. She wanted to be interested in her mother's conversation but she did not have the patience for it. Her expression of exponential boredom was painted all over her face and both mothers took notice of this.

“Miss L/n, would you like to play with some of my children? I just had a daughter and I'm afraid she’s still too young to be playing but I’m sure my sons would enjoy your company. Perhaps in the garden?”, Lady Bridgerton asked Y/n, eyeing Benedict who was poorly hiding behind an antique vase, while Y/n's mother brushed away the stray curl Colin pulled on.

Benedict saw her eyes light up, even from afar.

“Please, Mother, may I? Please?”, Y/n pleaded with her mother as she clasped her hands together.

“I do not see any reason why not.” Lady L/n answered cooly, catching Lady Bridgerton's eye.

Without another word, Y/n ran out of the room. She stopped to look at the wide hall and marveled at the art of the house. The arching roof. The cream-painted walls. The elegant curve of the staircase. Her gaze roamed all over as she buzzed excitedly. Eventually, her eyes landed on Benedict who had done nothing to stop hiding nor moved an inch away. His cheeks reddened when she found him, adamantly refusing to look her in the eye.

"Why are you hiding?", she asked him as she stepped closer to examine him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

He cleared his throat and did his best to meet her gaze, "'m sorry, a gentleman is not supposed to stare."

"You were staring at me? Why? Is there something on my face?" She worried, panic rising in her voice.

"Oh no! Your face is fine", he assured her, "You have a very nice face", he looked back down at the ground after the reality of his afterthought caught up to him.

Y/n stayed quiet for a while, unable to look at him. It is unfortunate that Benedict wasn't able to catch her giddy smile.

"... Thank you", she smiled. For the second time that day, Benedict's heart stopped.

Once he recovered his voice, he apologized. "'m sorry 'bout my brother. He does that to everyone. I hope he didn't tug on your hair too tight."

"I am fine. I'm just glad the lock didn't fall off my head", she said before trailing off. Once she turned her back to him, Benedict came out of his corner. She turned back, however, Benedict was speechless again.

"Can you show the house? At least the playroom? Your mother told me you have gardens" she shyly asked with a small smile.

Benedict held out his hand and she took it as he led her up the stairs. He turned his head so she would not see the tomato red blush blanketing his cheeks. They walked up the stairs quietly, Y/n trailing behind and neither pair of eyes meeting to preserve their coloring.

They were halfway through the steps when mischief struck. Benedict's two brothers, Anthony and Colin (from earlier) saw the entire interaction from the top of the stairs. They were devilish little buggers, as their father would say. So what else do you expect them to do but push Y/n down the stairs as they ran past her?

Benedict was furious. The pair of them reveled in the annoyance of the middle brother and with Y/n’s appearance that day, it attracted their mischief like flies to honey. Benedict helped Y/n to her feet and grabbed her hand to run up the stairs, lest they should run into his brothers again.

Unfortunately, he missed Y/n’s giddy smile again with his insistent running. Not to worry, she smiled all the while they played throughout the day and throughout the garden.

It wasn't until a few hours after (seven hours to be precisely exact) Y/n and her mother had left that Benedict realized he never got her name. That evening, he turned and asked his mother.

"Mother, who was she?"

She looks up from her embroidery. "Who, darling?"

"The angel" He didn't hesitate to answer.

His words caught the attention of everyone in the drawing-room at the present moment. Upon hearing him, they all froze and turned their heads in his direction. (Everyone except Little Colin who was preoccupied with a plate full of cookies). His father, on the other hand, looked up from his newspapers and turned to his wife who smiled knowingly.

"What angel?" His father asked with a curious tone and narrowed eyes.

"The one who visited today", Benedict insisted.

"The one who spilled tea on her dress?", Anthony cheekily inquired before taking a biscuit.

Benedict was about to lunge at his older brother's smug face when Anthony quickly replied, "Because if she's clumsy enough to spill tea on her dress, I don't think she's an angel at all."

"She is an angel! She's too pretty to be like us!" Stomped Benedict exasperatedly.

His father adds pensively, “Perhaps she fell from the heavens.”

“Like she fell down the stairs?” Anthony continued to annoy his younger brother. Like ten-year-olds tend to do.

“You and Colin made her fall down the stairs! That wasn’t her fault!” Benedict continued to stomp his tiny foot.

"Calm down, dear." His mother soothed him as he sat across from her.

"Benedict, why do you want to know her name anyway?" His father inquired as he folded his newspaper.

Benedict stayed quiet before shyly answering. "Well, I simply want to know what to call her the next time I see her."

"What makes you think you are going to be seeing her again?”, Anthony pipes up.

"Darling, how long were our new neighbors here? Weren't they here for hours?" Lord Bridgerton turns to his wife after she shakes her head no, "Benedict, the girl was here for hours and you never asked for her name? Does she know yours?"

"Father, I was too distracted!" Benedict admitted embarrassedly. "She smiled at me!"

His mother, his only ally, answered to her eldest son and husband, “Well, Anthony, my love, I found her mother delightful and I have no doubt that we shall be great friends. Also, we are neighbors, after all. Why Benedict never asked for her name, I have no idea”

“Mother, not you too!" The world spun around too fast for his liking. With an angel appearing before him and his family relentlessly teasing him for his reaction to seeing an angel before him, he was lightheaded.

Out of all the excitement rushing through his veins (or the sour of the moment), Benedict loudly proclaimed, "I am going to visit her tomorrow!”

Once again, the room fell silent. Knowing glances were exchanged between his parents. Anthony kept his smug smirk on his face and Coin continued to eat, oblivious to the conversation of his family around him.

“Dearest, why are you going to her house?", his mother slyly asked.

"Because I want to see her!"

Anthony remarks, "Why?"

"Because I want to see her again!"

"Why?", Anthony repeats.

"So I can talk to her!"

Colin mimicked his brother, asking, "Why?"

Then, Benedict hesitated. A few beats of silence preceded his carefully chosen next words, "...So I can court her…"

At this point, his father had already resigned from the conversation but upon the faithful words, his attention was pulled toward his second son once again.

"Now, why on Earth would you do that?"

Benedict was now beyond exasperated. His head looked like a boiling tea kettle, with the fumes smoking out of his ears and the blood boiling in his face for an entirely different reason from before.

"BECAUSE I AM GOING TO MARRY HER!"

Clack!

Lady Bridgerton dropped her cup of tea.

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s1xthirty · 5 days

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what if i write a benedict bridgerton fic based on i hate it here by taylor swift with additional plots?? would anyone be interested??

x female!reader** sorry

#benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton fluff #benedict bridgerton x reader #luke thompson

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redheadspark · 2 years

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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 companion ,"

"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 his 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.

"We 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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July 23, 2021

Grey walked through the packed house looking for Luke, she walked through the back door seeing his silhouette sitting out on the grass, she walked out quietly behind him sitting next to him on the grass, she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Do you think he would be proud?” Luke choked out not even thinking how hard his draft day would be without a big piece of their family.

Grey closed her eyes soflty at the thought of her brother she gently grabbed Luke’s hand feeling the rough but soft calluses from all the years of hockey, “I like to think that Lijah is proud of no matter what we do as long as we are trying. But i do know that he is very proud of you today Luke.” Grey spoke passionately to Luke making sure to keep eye contact with her best friend.

“Thank you.” Luke sniffed slightly feeling a lot better something that’s always easy because of Grey.

“Stay with me in Jersey.” Grey blurted out the thought she has had for awhile, Luke eyes snapped back to her, “I know your going to Umich for a bit but when you come out to Jersey stay with me, i’ve got a lot of room for my best friend.” Grey having just bought a penthouse in New Jersey as Jersey was the perfect middle spot from her family and her career.

“Yeah of course, way better than staying with Jack.” Luke grinned widely as he chuckled making Grey laugh loudly leaning her forehead on Luke’s shoulder as she laughed. Luke arm naturally wrapped around her even closer holding her even close to him.

Luke swallowed nervously watching Grey look up at him with her beautiful eyes, his eyes flicked down to her lips before back to eyes, “Don’t hate me?” Luke soflty questioned as his other hand gently cupped her cheek leaning closer to her.

Grey sucked in a nervous breath biting her lip soflty as he got closer, “I could never.” She responded before leaning forward and doing the own thing she’s been dreaming of for years, she pressed her lips to his as her hand settled into his curls, Luke’s hand slid down her side to tightly but lovingly holding her waist.

They both gently pulled away from each other, their noses nudging each other, breathless chuckled leaving both of their lips.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” Luke sheepishly admitted smiling at his best friend.

“Me too.” Grey let out a little laugh as she nudged his nose with hers, gently playing with one of his curls between her fingers.

“Be mine?” Luke soflty questioned looking nervous.

Grey let out a chuckle and fondly rolled her eyes, “I’ve always been yours Lu.”

Luke smiled pressing multiple kisses to her cheek, “Will you be my girlfriend officially Grey Olive Elizabeth Thompson?” Luke beamed at her.

Grey made a thinking face making Luke tickle her side, she giggled out, “Ok, Ok. Yes Luke Warren Hughes i’ll be your girlfriend.” Grey let out a sequel when Luke leaned forward making her gently fall back against the grass as his hand went to the back of her head, he was pressing rapidly kisses to her lips as she was giggling.

“EW MY EYES!” Jack walked out of the house dramatically gagged seeing his little brother and his honorary little sister, “Damn It! Couldn’t you guys wait another year!” Jack groaned dramatically as the two stopped kissing and looked at him.

Quinn walked out hearing Jack gagging and saw Luke and Grey holding each other closely and knew what happen, “You owe me my money!” Quinn smirked smugly.

“You bet on us.” Luke glared at his two brothers.

“What you two have been so obvious i was trying to get money out of it.” Jack smirked only shrugging before turning and going to walk inside, “Oh and make sure you use protection little brother.” Jack snicker as he continued waking in the house before hissing as Quinn smacked him in the back of the head.

Grey and Luke looked at each other before collapsing in a fit of laughter.

The stars over them that night shined brightly.

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