#Benedict Bridgerton x gn!reader

[daisydaisybilly]

fallin’ into love | b.b

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x gn!reader

summary: Benedict realises he has feelings for you at the wrong time

warnings: fluff and a little angst

word count: 660

a/n: since i dropped the pressure to write longer fics I’ve really enjoyed writing again. I’m gonna be unbearable when Benedict’s season comes out

Requested : reader is super clumsy and benedict is always there to take care of her (he would hold her when she’s about to trip and maybe wipe off something that’s on her face) and he always thought he sees her only as his little sister. but when he sees her with another man, who is just as considerate with her as he is, he’s afraid that he would lose her forever. can i have a fluffy ending please 🥺

It had become second natural for Benedict to watch you at balls. You had a habit of, well, making a scene. It was something that vexed your parents to no end. He himself found it funny.

He cleaned away a bit of cream from your cheek, heating up with embarrassment, you thanked him. You brushed down the front of your outfit, looking around nervous. “What is it?” Benedict asked.

“My mama and papa have roped my brother into introducing me to a friend of his, ” you admitted.

“Really?” He stammered, not understanding his own shock.

You were still looking around the room, unaware of his reaction, “he’s some lord Hightbottom with a lot of land somewhere in the north of england” you explained.

The north of England?

You were going to marry some man and be taken up north away from him. His childhood companion, the first person who saw his work, his best friend. Who would he be if you weren’t together?

“Oh god there he is” you gasped smiling, looking at him, “will I do?”.

He nodded still speechless, he watched you walk away dreading the day you would walk away forever.

As you always did you tripped over air, Benedict braced himself for the fallout but Hightbottom caught you. He smiled and blushed, you laughed too. Your brother introduced you to each other. Even from a distance Benedict saw how Hightbottom looked at you.

When the two of you moved to the dance floor, he held your hand and must have said something funny from the way you laughed.

Every ball you and he went to he was always the one who danced with you. Both of you always said no one else knew them enough too.

But there you were dancing with someone else and he was alone. Highbottom didn’t falter when you missed a step or stepped on his toes. He looked at you like you deserved to be looked at. And it broke his heart.

“May I have the next dance?” You were surprised to see Benedict.

“Benedict!” You grinned, “this is Robert, my brother's school friend”.

The two men bowed to each other.

“So what about that dance?” Benedict asked again.

“Go on” Robert smiled, “i’ll get us some drinks”.

You nodded watching him go.

As you danced you looked at your friend, “so what do you think?”.

He gave a small shrug, “he’s an alright dancer”.

“Anyone’s an alright dancer when paired with me” you rolled your eyes. “Do you think he might actually make an offer?”.

An offer like your were some kind of business deal

“Don’t you want to marry for love?” He asked.

You frowned, “love?”.

He nodded, “yes love”.

“I don’t suppose I get much of a say. If I’m lucky love will come after or if not love then friendship”.

“Is that how you want your marriage to be?”.

Getting more annoyed with each question you huffed.”my family isn’t rich, if Lord Robert likes me enough to marry me then who cares if we are in love or not? I will have a secure future".

“What If ever was someone who would marry you who already loves you?” He asked.

You sighed, “you’re being ridiculous now, if that someone was real then they would have done it already”.

“What if they misunderstood the way they loved you until they nearly lost you?”. You opened your mouth to speak but he carried on. “What if they spent years catching you each time you tripped and telling you whenever you had cream on your cheek, what if you were the person they told everything to and you to them”.

Your frown dropped, he couldn’t be talking about himself could he?

“What would you do then?”

“If there were someone like that then I should think they ask my parents before another could” you said not able to keep yourself from smiling. “Or we’d have a rather uncomfortable conversation on our hands with that other someone”

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[mads198-9]

Benedict Bridgerton Angry/Sad Love Confession Because I CAN

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I don’t know if I believe in a man of a higher power but…

I believe in you

I believe my skin when it crawls to you

My mouth, only capable of calling to you

My heart when it pushes past my chest to find you

And I believe my head, when it says that you could be my undoing, and I’d let you, irrefutably, with glee

And I have never been more vincible

And I hate it

But

I love you

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[make-me-imagine]

Hearts Divided: Chapter Eight - Secrets Unraveled

Chapter Description: After one last secret meeting with Benedict, Y/n learns of the information he discovered about Edmund's discovery. With one last attempt at saving their future, Y/n finally discovers their father's long hidden secret.

Chapter Seven: 'Fate Unknown' Chapter Nine (Final): Coming Soon

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x GN!Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, except one kiss

Words: 2.3k

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With your note clenched tightly in his hand, Benedict marched down the corridors of his family's home. His chest burned with a determination he had never felt before. Bursting into Anthony's office, he stared his brother down.

Anthony jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion. His annoyance died when he saw the look on Benedict's face. "What is it brother?" He asked with concern.

"I need your help." Benedict began as he approached "Where are father's old journals?"

Anthony frowned, confused. "Uhm, I'm not sure, why do you need them?"

Benedict set your letter on the table "Y/n. Sir L/n, let it slip that father found something out about Sir L/n, which lead to their fallout. You know father, he wrote everything down. Perhaps it is in one of his journals."

Anthony let out a sigh "You know mother packed them away in her grief."

"But do you know where they are?"

"He does not."

Benedict turned at the sound of his mothers voice. She stared at him from the doorway with a pensive look.

"I could not bring myself to read Edmund's journals after he died. But if there is something in those journals that could save Y/n from this fate, I will."

Benedict marched up to her, placing his hands on hers "Thank you mother."

She smiled softly. "Of course darling. And, there is something else you must know."

"What is it?"

"I just heard word, that the L/n's are to be at the ball tonight." Benedict's chest tightened. "Y/n is to be there, I believe with Sir Colton."

Benedict shook his head with a sigh "We're running out of time."

She gripped his hand "Then we must hurry. Come." Turning to leave, Benedict spared a look at Anthony before he followed her, his chest tight with anxiety and hope.

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"I didn't realize there were so many." Benedict groaned as he flipped through the seventh journal.

Violet sighed "Yes, your father certainly did enjoy the written word."

Benedict looked at the nearby clock, the ball was growing closer and closer, and they had yet to find anything. Just as he had begun to grow desperate, Violet stood up.

"Here, here! This was from the year the L/n's left London."

Benedict, quickly joining her, flipped through the journal, his eyes scanning every date.

"There, this was written three days before Sir L/N and your fathers fight." Violet said as she pointed at a single entry.

'I discovered something rather alarming. I must discuss this with Charles. I cannot believe he would risk his reputation and family on this. I must believe this information is wrong.'

"What does this say?" Benedict asked as he ran his finger over a marked out passage, unable to make it out.

Violet brought the journal to the light as she squinted, trying desperately to read it "War- Warwick- something."

"Warwickshire?" Benedict asked.

"Perhaps. There's something else, a name I think. 'Barlowe'." Violet looked up as she thought for a moment. "There was a family, rather wealthy and high up in the Queen's favor by the name of Barlowe I believe. They left London a few years after the L/n's"

Benedict met her eyes as he nodded his head "It must have something to do with them then. Maybe he scammed them out of money or something?"

Violet let out a soft breath "Maybe. I wish I could reach the rest, but it's illegible."

As the clock chimed, Benedict frowned "I hope it's enough, maybe Y/n will be able to find out more. I must find a way to get Y/n alone tonight."

Violet nodded as she clutched the journal tightly "We'll find a way darling. But you must be careful, you could very easily make the situation worse, you must not get caught."

Your heart was hammering violently in your chest as your carriage stopped at the entrance. You knew your father was using this ball as an occasion for you and Sir Colton to be seen in public together. But you had every intention of finding a way to speak with Benedict.

It would be very hard for you to get a moment alone, especially after the warnings your father gave you to stay away from the Bridgerton's. His eyes would be on you most, if not all of the night. But you were determined.

As Sir Colton escorted you into the ball, you kept your face blank having no intention of showing joy in Sir Colton's company. The whispers started soon after your arrival, much to your fathers annoyance. No one believed your courting with Sir Colton was your choice, and you wanted it to stay that way.

Your eyes scanned the room, pausing on Eloise, and then Collin, and finally Anthony and Benedict. When yours and Benedict's eyes locked, you felt your chest swell with various emotion.

Previously, you had been convinced that you might never set eyes on Benedict again. Now, as you did, he was so close, yet so far away. With your arm linked through that of another's to whom you were promised against our own will, you felt as though you could break down into tears.

His eyes were filled with various emotion, jealousy, anger, longing, love, and determination that had been sparked in both of you.

The slight nod of is head told you he knew something. Perhaps something that could unravel the mystery of your families all-out, something that could save you.

Forcing yourself to look away from him before your father noticed, you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your mind was racing with excuses you could use to slip away for a moment. Your moment did not come until an hour into the ball, when both your father and Sir Colton were cornered by various associates. Once they started to animatedly talk about business, you knew you had found your moment.

Telling your mother you needed to use the rest-room, you slipped away. Your eyes locked onto Benedict's, and you saw the realization in his eyes as you exited the ballroom.

Patting his brother's arm, Anthony nodded, and watched your father and Sir Colton closely as Benedict slipped out, smiling and nodding to those around him, as to not seem suspicious.

Slipping into a dark room down the hall, you listened closely at the door for Benedict's footsteps.

As they grew closer, you softly knocked on the door to alert him of your location. As the door opened and he slipped in, there was only a brief moment when your eyes met before he pulled you into his arms.

Pulling away from you, he placed his hands on either side of your face before he pulled you into a deep and meaningful kiss. Your chest filled with joy and grief as you feared this would be that last time you shared any moment of intimacy with Benedict.

"God I missed you." He whispered as you pull away from each other.

You gently caressed his face and smiled, a sad smile that told him you felt the same.

Hearing the sound of excited conversation nearby, Benedict was reminded of your situation.

Reaching down, he grabbed your hand and lead you further into the room "I discovered something in my fathers old journals in regards to what happened with your father."

You felt your heat jolt at this "What was it?"

You watched as he pulled a journal from his breast-coat pocket. Flipping through the pages, he handed it to you. Reading over the passage and looking closely at the crossed out words you frowned.

"We believe it says Warwickshire and Barlowe. Mother says there was a family called Barlowe in London at the time."

"Yes, I remember that name. My father would often leave on business trips with a Barlowe."

"Do you think you could find out more?"

You shook your head with uncertainty "My father has journals as well, but they are no longer here in London. I do not know if there would be anything in his current journals in his study here, but if there is even a slight chance there is something, I must look for it."

"What if he catches you?"

You let out a soft and scornful laugh "What else could he do to me?"

Benedict closed his eyes with a sigh as he gently held your hand close to his chest. "I meant what I said in my letter. If we cannot find a way to break this agreement, I will run away with you if you want. Anywhere you want to go."

You smiled sadly at him, reaching up you cupped his face "Do you think I would let you do that to yourself and your family?"

He smiled sadly and shook his head, opening his mouth, he was unable to speak as you heard your fathers voice calling your name in the hall. You and Benedict stared at each other in alarm.

Giving him back the journal and pushing him towards a closet, you ushered him to hide as you ran to the window.

A moment later the door opened and your father entered. His eyes scanned the room before they landed on you as you stood at the window, face blank of emotion.

"I'm sorry father, I just wished to have a moment alone." You said casually as you walked through the room towards him.

Your father eyed you suspiciously before he took your elbow in his hand and lead you from the room "Sir Colton wishes to dance."

You felt your stomach twist as you left the room, you refused to spare a single glance back towards where Benedict hid, as your heart ached in your chest.

You listened closely as the house remained quiet as you made your way towards your fathers study.

You had managed to convince your father to let you leave early, when he and Sir Colton joined the other male company for drinks and card games for the rest of the night.

You hated that you did not get to say goodbye to Benedict. Only able to spare a parting look to him and his family as you left the ball.

But you needed this chance to search for something, anything on the Barlowe family of what happened in Warwickshire. You would look for his accounting books, through his journals and letters.

Closing his study door behind you, you quickly got to work. You searched through the drawers, flipped through his journals, his accounting books, but found nothing.

After what felt like forever, you sat in his chair, placing your head in your hands, as your eyes grew wet with tears. Doubt and disappointment reigned over you.

Jumping at the sound of your fathers study door opening, you looked up with alarm. Seeing your mother standing in the doorway, you froze, remaining silent.

After a moment she spoke "I thought it odd you wished to leave so early without a chance to see Benedict. I decided to return early as well to check on you." Her voice was calm, yet held something uncertain behind it.

You cleared your throat lightly "I no longer wanted to be flounced around with Sir Colton like a prize won at auction."

You mother adjusted herself in discomfort before she closed the door behind her. "What are you doing in here?"

Remaining silent for a moment, you felt your chest tightening with anxiety. If anyone could help you find anything on the Barlowe's, it would be her. But you feared she would betray you to your father again.

Finally, after a moment, you spoke slowly uncertain "I found something out. About what may have happened between father and Sir Bridgerton. I wanted to see if I could find anything in here to confirm it."

She watched you for a moment before stepping further in. "What was it you discovered?" You could hear the restraint in her voice, she too had been wanting to know what happened for years.

"It had to do with the Barlowe family, and something about Warwickshire."

You saw your mother's eyes widen slightly at the mention of the Barlow name. Turning away from you she stared down at her feet as she paced a little.

"Mother?" You asked after a moment.

Looking back at you she let out a soft sigh. "I remember the Barlowe's. William Barlowe was a business partner of your fathers. And his wife, Marianne, beautiful woman. Her and your father had been friends since they were children."

You frowned at the tone of her voice. Watching as your mother let out a frustrated sigh before she made her way towards the desk.

"All this time I wondered if it was true."

"If what was true?" You asked as anticipation grew.

Your mother reached into a drawer, before fiddling around. After a moment she pulled out a single key that had been taped to the roof of the drawer.

"But I refused to acknowledge it, for fear of ruining our family." Watching as she walked over to your fathers safe, you rose, watching her unlock it.

As she rifled through it, she pulled out a bundle of letters. She met your eyes as her voice grew softer. "You do not deserve the fate your father is trying to force on you."

You locked eyes with her for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you saw a familiar motherly gaze staring back at you.

As she pulled out a letter and began to open it, you moved to her side and read over her shoulders.

Reading through the letter, and then another, and another, much became clear quickly.

Surprise, alarm, and hope rose through you as you finally understood what Sir Bridgerton had learned all those years ago. You finally understood what it was your father was so afraid of the world finding out.

xx End xx

Cliff-hanger!~ The final chapter will reveal all, and will hopefully be out soon!

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[writeroutoftime]

benedict courting a duke/duchess in secret would include...

(gif is not mine, creator is linked)

pairing: benedict bridgerton x gn!reader (requested by: anon)

a/n: hello there, I hope you don't mind I made these headcannons instead of a story, but this is where my mind went. please enjoy!!

when you and benedict first met, it would have been a complete accident. something along the lines of bumping into each other while hiding from the rest of the ton at some event.

benedict would not know who you are right away, which was refreshing to you because normally everyone flocked to you because of your rank instead of who you were.

"Are you hiding as well from the viscous pack known as the ton?"

"Indeed, I am." you chuckled, vowing to learn more about this intriguing man in front of you.

after the initial meeting, you and benedict conduct your courtship in secret, away from prying eyes. not because either of you are ashamed, but instead because you both agree that you wish to have the opportunity to get to know each other without all the pomp and circumstance.

expect there to be lots of late night and/or early morning meetings, longing glances at society events, and tons of letters exchanged back and forth. in fact, you even have code names for each other when sending letters in case they fall into nosy hands.

all was well between you and benedict.

that was, until one ball where you and benedict are interacting with each other much more than you normally do in public. the two of you had been talking, sharing dances, etc. as a way to ward off those after you for your fortune.

however, unknown to you and benedict, both lady danbury and lady whistledown have a keen eye on you, and it is not until the next morning when everyone in the ton reads about lady whistledown's suspicions on the nature of your relationship.

that evening, you met up with benedict at your spot, worried about what would become of your relationship. while both of you agreed it wasn't ideal, you came to the conclusion that you would go public with your relationship.

the next morning, benedict arrived at your house with flowers and a painting he had created for you, publicly declaring his intentions to the ton - much to everyone's surprise.

your relationship became the next of the ton, with many wondering what you were doing with "just a second son" when you could have made a more advantageous match. however, you reassured benedict that you loved him for his character and that nothing would change your mind.

though there might have been people jealous or confused, you had found the man that made you happy, and that was all that mattered, no matter your rank.

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[eleanor-bradstreet]

Almost Home (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x gn!Reader Modern AU Rated: G Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Meeting the Bridgerton family was everything you needed to take the next step with Benedict.

Author’s Note: It was 3am. I wrote a thing. I now have a disorder where I can’t listen to a song without my brain concocting a Benedict story around it. Almost Home - Reprise by Moby, Novo Amor, et al.

Your mind was made up now. The sureness of your decision settled over you comfortably as you stared out the window of the car, shadows of trees racing by. You didn’t allow the logistics to sully the warm, nearly buoyant sensation flooding through you. Everything would be taken care of, he would make sure of it.

You trailed your fingers down the side of his face as he laid in your lap, tracing the length of his sideburn and the angle of his jaw. You thought you heard him hum lightly with satisfaction as you repeated the motion.

The party had been a success, both for its honoree and for yourself. Though you had been hesitant to attend and raging with insecurities upon your initial arrival, Benedict had been right that it was the perfect opportunity for you to meet his family. Such an event was bound to happen eventually, but for you it held particular significance. It was your final litmus test for this relationship, the one barrier to you finally acquiescing and moving in with him. 

You had been seeing each other for nearly a year, but you were not the sort to cohabitate quickly. As much as you longed to spend every waking moment with Benedict, as certain as you were that he could fulfill every desire of your body and need for companionship in your heart, there was one more piece of a shared life together than you needed to make sure would fit. No matter how happy Benedict could make you every day as your partner, you knew you would always feel a void without the love of a good family behind him. It was a void you already lived with, having no family of your own except one sister who lived far away. Your childhood had been happy, filled with aunts, uncles and your doting parents. But the passage of time had seen them all fade, stolen from you by illness or the resulting scars of loss, and one by one they had fallen away, leaving you with solitary Christmases and birthdays that you had to celebrate for yourself, if you chose to recognize them at all.

You didn’t need an extended family to thrive of course, but you wanted it. You wanted to feel held by more than one person if you should ever be in need. You wanted to have somewhere that felt like home outside your own flat, a place to visit for the holidays where you could hear laughter and justify cooking for more than two people. Benedict knew this. He had rocked you when you learned of your cousin’s passing, and supported you when you decided that speaking to your father was no longer in the best interest of your mental health. He had told you about his family, his devoted mother and all seven of his brothers and sisters, some of them already having children of their own. You sensed that he didn’t talk about them as often as he wanted to because he didn’t want to draw comparisons between your situations or seem boastful. You had avoided asking much about them too, your imposter syndrome rearing every time you considered meeting an actual viscount or visiting a legitimate ancestral home. But when the Bridgerton siblings had banded together to plan their mother’s birthday party, you knew you would be meeting them all at last.

Everyone had been so welcoming to you, it felt as if it were your party. You didn’t have time to be awed by the dizzying size and beauty of Aubrey Hall because Benedict’s sister-in-law Kate had looped her arm through yours and began narrating to you the key points to note for each Bridgerton sibling and party guest. Don’t leave unattended plates around Colin, careful what you say around Penelope, don’t get Eloise started on politics, Phillip makes the best cocktails, Daphne will be the most willing to tell you all of Benedict’s most embarrassing childhood stories, and Simon may look intimidating, but wait until he starts singing to his children. Anthony, her husband the Viscount, had an air of suspicion about him when you first met, but as the night progressed and you held your own in the games and good-natured ribbing, you saw him soften and even nod at you with a small, accepting smile. You respected his wariness. Of course the eldest should be looking out for his brother and making sure he had found a good match.

Then there was Violet, gentle with her gaze and sharp with her tongue, ready to spar with and scold her children as needed, but always with an undeniable air of love. She glowed throughout the day as she was lavished with praise and gifts, demuring that she didn’t deserve any of it. She wept when Anthony gave a toast in her honor, and wept harder when she opened Benedict’s gift, a still life painting of violets and lilacs arranged together. And she had gravitated toward you, even more than Kate had, always inviting you into each conversation and resting a soft hand on your back whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. She was an embodiment of motherhood, exuding warmth and comfort to everyone around her, not just her own children. It was almost as if she knew your story, or perhaps Benedict had told her, that you had no mother of your own and were craving precisely the sort of kindness she extended to you. When the event drew to a close and you said your goodbyes, she had embraced you just tight enough and just long enough that you fought not to cry as you pulled away and joined Benedict in the hired car.

As if Benedict weren’t already perfect enough, you had fallen as quickly and madly in love with his family as you had with him. They were everything your broken heart wished for and could never have imagined finding. A massive, joyous, bickering family that generated a palpable sense of love when they gathered. It was more than you could ask for, an answered prayer.

A bit drunk and entirely exhausted, Benedict had flopped into your lap in the back of the car as it sped toward the city. Eyes closed, a satisfied smile played on his lips as you held his head, one hand carding through the dark waves of his hair and the other tracing his face. However you had managed to find him, and however he had chanced to love you, you didn’t know. But you were grateful for it. Perhaps it was the trade off, the universe finally delivering you a happy turn after it had taken so much from you. 

You had no hesitation now in taking the next step and moving in with him. You knew this step would be short-lived with how frequently he spoke of ‘forever’ and ‘someday’ and how he had recently developed a fascination with the fingers of your left hand. But you found you had no misgivings about marrying him. You would do it tomorrow if he asked. You wanted, no, needed to keep him forever. Him and his beautiful family, who had showered you with so much love you were left speechless. The hard ground you had tread in your past had yielded treasure and you were ready to turn away and leave all the pain behind, to let go and enter this world that felt so right for you.

When you started to recognize the streets leading up to Benedict’s flat, you smoothed his hair and bent to kiss his forehead, then ghosted your lips over his as you whispered to him.

“Wake up, my love. We’re almost home.”

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[auroracalisto]

a true love match

— falling in love wasn’t something you thought you’d have as a servant in the ‘ton. but with benedict, you were starting to believe it was. word count: 2.5k tw: gn!reader, anxious/nervous reader & benedict, servant!reader, alcohol consumption but nothing more comes of it, short "backstory" at the beginning (literally just a couple paragraphs) a/n: another fic i've been working on for over two months. finally finished it up while at work LMAO anyway please enjoy i legitimately like this one

the harrison family—a family with money and power and everything you would want in the 'ton.

and you were one of their many servants.

tending to their rambunctious children, you had to admit each of them was like your own in a way; you saw them far more than their papa ever did, while their mama could have cared less about the younger ones and doted on those of age—the ones to be married, the ones who would soon make their own way out into the world.

margot, their eldest, held a special place in your heart. you were closer to her than the others, as she treated you with a kindness that most lords and ladies did not. maximilian was the second eldest, living life without a care in the world—he was kind enough, always cracking a crude joke here and there. and then there was mathilda and little madeline. each with a toothy smile to greet you with, loving you just as much as they loved their parents.

like the bridgerton family, whom just lived beyond the harrison’s walls, it was their eldest daughter’s first season. you’d never get to see the balls and luncheons that margot would see, but you lived vicariously through her sibling's lamentations about how beautiful it was (and how good the food happened to be).

that’s how you lived your life—living vicariously for the ones you cared for, and continuing to work until the day you’d eventually meet your demise. you cared little for love and marriage, as it never seemed possible. marriage was one thing that perhaps you might find with the postman, or the other servants who waited on the families around you, but love seemed to evade you every step of the way.

it had never been possible.

until you saw him.

it wasn’t the first time you laid eyes on benedict bridgerton.

no, you had seen him time and time again, as he would sometimes visit your master and his eldest son, or you would see him enter his carriage just across the street.

but you never truly saw him like you did that day.

it had been terrible weather—the rain had come down in a hurry, drowning the flowers that had previously begged for drink. your master had left the house with each of his children, even little madeline. you were completely and utterly alone, which wasn’t something that happened very often. so you took advantage.

this particular night, you found yourself standing on the edge of the stairs, watching as the rain let up. dark storm clouds covered the normally starry skies, keeping you from seeing the beauty of the night when a voice caught your attention.

“shouldn’t you be inside? you’ll catch a cold.”

benedict.

you quickly looked down, almost expecting him to be talking to someone else—perhaps one of the featherington girls had made their way outside as well.

but no. he was staring right at you, umbrella overhead, and a soft smile plastered on his handsome face.

he had just come from a party—not that he would tell you. but the drunkenness he had felt swiftly disappeared when he laid his eyes upon you. that sweet, humble servant who always caught his eye.

“sir bridgerton,” you began, pausing as his smile only grew.

“benedict, please. we’re the only two here.”

cheeks flushed, heart fluttering in your chest, you smiled.

“very well, benedict. but i will be fine.”

“hm,” benedict hummed, looking both ways down the cobblestone street before making his way to you. he took the stairs slow enough that you would have the opportunity to ask him to leave, but it never came.

“may i provide you company, y/n?”

you paused again. but not because of the company he offered—because he was talking to you. not at you, not through you. he was talking to you and he knew your name. not even your lady bothered to remember your name half of the time she was around you, and you had been taking care of her children for well over five years now; you had been hired the summer before mathilda was born.

“how do you know my name?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

benedict only smiled, holding the umbrella over the two of you as he looked out at the street. the rain was coming to a stop, the streets glistening in the early hours of the night.

“i have my ways,” he said.

he had really pestered a couple of the harrison’s servants to get your name, but he kept that to himself. color him surprised with the fact that they hadn’t already come to you, telling you of his interest, but he was grateful. the element of surprise might truly be on his side.

you looked away from him. “sir—benedict,” you began, clearing your throat. “i am no lady nor lord, but the ‘ton would still talk if they saw the two of us together, would they not?”

“perhaps,” he grinned. “but it is nothing my sister and brother could not take care of with a scandal of their own.”

you snorted softly. a scandal? is that what he wanted?

but as the night continued on, realization struck you. the subtle glances, the longing looks from across the ballroom—they were all apart of your little crush on the bridgerton. and him sitting there, speaking to you as if you were his equal—it only fueled the crush further, fanning the embers into a raging fire within the depths of your heart.

“benedict,” you said, noticing the moon peaking in the sky. the harrison’s would be back at any moment, now, having informed you their dinner would run well into the night. “perhaps it is time for me to retire for the night. i should get some rest before they return.”

he hummed once more, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back. umbrella long put away, the moonlight perfectly illuminated his sculpted features.

you swallowed thickly, your eyes evading him. you needed to squash whatever feelings these were. it wasn’t proper. you would be hurting him more than you would hurt yourself. you knew how these things went.

benedict peeked at you through a squint, a chuckle escaping him. “perhaps you will be in attendance to the dinner my mother is throwing next week.”

“i do not know if that would be wise,” you said.

“i will not ask twice, but i do understand,” he said, smiling faintly.

benedict stood up from where he stood, picking up his umbrella as he did. “i hope to speak with you again soon.”

you watched him as he took the steps one at a time, careful to avoid the puddles of water. he was in no hurry.

your body acted before you had a moment to react—standing up, his name left your lips before you could stop it.

“benedict, wait!”

he looked back at you, eyes filled with curiosity—perhaps even a bout of hope that you would never willingly admit to yourself.

“thursday. i will be heading into the market for my lady, but i will be going alone,” you said, your lip catching in between your teeth as you nervously wrung your hands in front of you. “i will be leaving that morning if you would like to come with me.”

benedict began to smile, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “i will see you then,” he said.

in due time, the two of you only became closer. every secret, every whisper was shared amongst the two of you during secret rendezvous.

his mother became elated, knowing that her son had found a love match—but nothing more was said beyond that. your master kept a watchful eye on you, but he never once asked where you went during the night. you did your job without having to be reprimanded, and that was enough for him.

but you knew it was wrong. loving benedict, being his friend. dangerous.

not for you.

you would be fine.

but benedict would be ruined.

the ‘ton would look upon him the same way as they did the sharma family. another scandal would wreak havoc on the bridgerton family, and you wanted no part in that. but the heart doesn’t always ask for permission. the heart wants what it wants, and even if it can’t have it, it still yearns for it.

tonight, you found yourself clutching your coat just a little closer than usual as you stood in front of a grandiose door.

benedict had asked you to meet him there—a party, he said, with art and alcohol and people of all kinds.

you were starting to worry that it was all a joke—some crude lie from your best friend to get a rise out of you. he wouldn’t do that, would he? no, he wouldn’t.

your knuckles rapped against the wood, anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach.

in an instant, the door was opened by benedict himself and he was pulling you inside, a smile wide against his lips.

“you came!” he excitedly spoke, letting the door fall shut. taking both of your hands, his face inched closer to yours.

you could smell his cologne—a soft scent of lavender and cedarwood. it was just as intoxicating as the last time you had been this close to the gentleman.

“come with me, there are some people i’d like you to meet,” he grinned.

along you went, your hand never once leaving his.

and once he had placed a glass of red wine in your hand, you had finally began to let loose. titles and nobility mattered not, and the people here certainly cared little that you were a servant.

benedict, most of all.

it had only taken a few glasses of wine for you to fully unwind. cheeks burning, body buzzing from the effects of the alcohol, mind jumbled with every worry, every confession.

as the party continued on, you couldn’t help but watch benedict from where you stood.

the man looked back at you with a smile.

“are you alright?” he asked.

you gave a small nod, swallowing the rest of the wine you had. you sat the glass down and took ahold of his hand.

“can we go some place? private, if you wouldn’t mind.”

benedict only nodded, granting your request as soon as you had asked it. he would have done anything for you.

in only a matter of minutes, benedict was shutting the door was a delicately decorated room. soft yellow curtains, the moonlight peaking in and casting a cold glow on the fire-illuminated room.

“what is it?” he asked. “are you truly well, y/n?”

you pursed your lips.

you needed him to know.

he was your best friend.

he had the right to know.

right?

“you are my best friend,” you began, your eyes not meeting benedict’s as you spoke.

you couldn’t look at him. not when he was staring at you in such a manner. his eyes were glued to your face, an unreadable expression masking his normally joyous composure.

“and you are mine,” he said, smiling softly.

“no, benedict, i—“

you squeezed your eyes shut. “you are my best friend, in that you are everything to me.”

it was most definitely the alcohol that was guiding your words and actions (that’s what you told yourself, anyway). but you couldn’t seem to care as the confession left you.

silence blanketed the room, nothing else heard besides the flickering of the fireplace and the occasional shout from the party just below.

benedict couldn’t believe what he was hearing. did he hear you correctly?

there was only one way to find out.

“then marry me,” he said.

your heart leapt to your throat. it was the alcohol.

it had to be the alcohol.

but he had had less than you.

was it the alcohol?

you paused slowly, turning to completely face him.

“what?”

he cracked a small smile.

“marry me.”

“it is not so simple, benedict,” you said lowly, voice barely above a whisper.

“why is it not?” he asked, reaching forward and gently grabbing your hands.

“why is it not?” you repeated, a solemn look on your face. your eyes betrayed you. you wanted to say yes so badly—he could see it. but you couldn’t. “you cannot be of earnest,” you said.

“my brother is the viscount and my sister a duchess,” he said. “who is to say what we can and cannot do?”

“you will be ostracized from society,” you countered. “you’ll be ridiculed.”

you gently squeezed his hands.

“ridiculed?” he chuckled softly. “you are my very best friend. and i care for you, deeply. i would face the world, happy to be ridiculed if it meant i would have you by my side.”

your cheeks burned at his confession. just a few simple words and he had your heart reeling for more.

you knew it wasn’t the alcohol. you were thinking clear as day.

“a true love match,” benedict suddenly said, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke.

you paused, your convoluted mind coming to a complete halt as you stared at him.

“a true love match?”

he began to smile, an eager nod presenting itself.

“i… could love no other as much as i have loved you. you have taught me so… you’ve shown me what it means to be loved, no matter the status, the fortune, the name.” benedict’s hand reached up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “marry me, y/n. make me the happiest man of the ‘ton. you will never have to want for more—anything you want, you shall have. your best friend included,” he said, his smile wide. “it is as simple as that.”

“benedict…” you countered, but the argument you sought for never made it past your lips as he stared at you with those beautiful eyes.

“marry me,” he repeated, perhaps out of necessity. perhaps out of the anxiety that now raced against his heartbeat, wondering if he had said the wrong thing—had he gone too far? would you run away, never to look back at him?

he was a bridgerton. you were a humble servant.

but that changed nothing.

he loved you.

“you are willing to have the scandal of the season? of the century?” you whispered, peering up at him as nervous tears welled in your eyes.

“i am,” he said.

you let out a breath, lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. your lips found his in an eager attempt to show your affection as his strong arms wrapped around your torso. he smiled into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he did so.

“i will marry you,” you muttered against his lips.

kiss after kiss was shared between the two of you.

only time would tell how truly irked the ‘ton would be, but for now, all that you truly cared about was the gentleman you held in your arms. nothing else mattered.

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BRIDGERTON MASTERLIST

Guide: (M)- male reader, (GN)- gn reader, 🔥- N/SFW, P- male bodied reader, V- female bodied reader, O- both readers, (if none of it means it's not mentioned)

MULTIPLE

Falling in love with a male reader (Anthony, Benedict, Colin) (M)

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MASTERLIST #2

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What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

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masterlist

bridgerton

What Time Has Done [Benedict Bridgerton x original character series]

Subtle(tea) [Benedict Bridgerton x reader request]

A Proposal of Convenience [Anthony Bridgerton x reader request]

Moonlit Confessions [A proposal of convenience pt 2 (Anthony Bridgerton x reader)]

The Sun and the Moon [Eloise Bridgerton x original character series]

The Sun and the Moon ii [^^]

spider-man

Is That my Sweatshirt? [Peter Parker x gn!reader)

stranger things

Blonde [Robin Buckley x fem!reader]

Meet the Parents [jonathan byers x reader]

daisy jones and the six

Coffee and Donuts [Graham Dunne x gn!reader]

luckiest man on the planet [graham dunne x fem!reader]

ted lasso

Like I Always Do [sam obisanya x fem!reader]

Drunk in the Back of the Car [Jamie Tartt x fem!reader]

Flirting 101 [isaac mcadoo x fem!reader]

Tickle Fight [jamie tartt x gn!reader]

Home for the Holidays [sam obisanya x reader]

the ballad of songbirds and snakes

loverboys on our hands [sejanus plinth x covey!reader]

lest beauty be wasted [sejanus plinth x covey!reader]

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[daisydaisybilly]

How about a request where Anthony is head over heels for the reader because of her motherly nature. First, he sees how she would play with Daphne’s son, and he just feels how great it’s like to be taken care of (like the reader would take care of him when he’s sick and help him with all the family duties) since all this time he took care of his siblings. The Bridgertons (and Simon) sees how in love Anthony is with the reader and they help with the proposal plan.

falling for ya | a.b

pairing: anthony bridgerton x gn!reader

warnings: none just fluff

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this has took me an embarrassing amount of time to get to but here it is! Anthony being an idiot in love

The season was over and you had been invited to the Bridgerton country home, Aubrey Hall. At this time in the year it was just the family and close friends. Eloise had invited her close friend, Penelope Featherington. Your invite had come from Benedict, you had met him at the Royal Academy of Art and became fast friends.

Of course you knew that his and your own families wished for an offer, your own mama was sure you’d come home with such news but it wouldn’t happen. He was a friend and nothing more. Besides, you were in love with his older brother.

Over the course of your friendship, you had also grown closer to the other Brigerton siblings, and their own children.

Small giggled laugher followed you, as you ran across the lawn, you turned seeing two small Bassett children running after you on small chubby legs, both holding small play swords. “You’ll never catch me” You declared, waving your own sword in the air.

The laughing increased, as they hit back.

You gave a cry of dismay and carried on running, over by the house, under the refreshment tent, the older siblings sat, the children were off begging Violet for something sweet.

“They’re quite good with them, don't you think?” Daphne asked the others, Simon gave an agreeable nod. Benedict and Colin were too busy in an argument over something unimportant, Eloise and Penelope were discussing the latest Lady Whistledown. 

Anthony though was watching with alarming personal interest, he had never seen you in this light before, you were Benedict’s art friend. Always off with him painting or looking at paintings or discussing paintings. 

Then he saw himself as a young boy, playing with his siblings when he carried the weight of everything on him. He had never blamed them for that, he loved his family with all his heart. But he couldn’t deny how he’d like to be taken care of for once. 

For the first time, he longed to fall ill, nothing series of course, just a head cold or something like that. Where you would sit by his bedside, reading to him and holding a cold cloth to his head. Maybe you’d sit by his bed and draw. 

Just this morning, very early in the morning, he had left the house to have a walk through the gardens and had found you sitting on the wet grass, in your dressing gown and slippers. Coloured pencil spread across the ground around you, on your lap the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen. 

Anthony felt a blush spread across his neck. 

The day he had first met you, you had been a bundle of nerves. Meeting his family had been the easy part but the head of the household, meant moving up. He had made some comment or joke over dinner and  you laughed and laughed. 

And then there was that time, he had run into you in the park. 

With a cousin, the second you spotted him you beelined for him, leaving your poor cousin to tail behind.

Then at the last ball of the season, his mother had made him dance with you, he believed your mother did the same to you. The whole dance you played a game where he and you would guess what the other couples were discussing and the way you smiled when you had made him laugh.

By god he loved you, he, Anthony Bridgerton, he who swore he’d never love, had fallen in love with you. 

“I give in, I give in” you exhaled, dropping the sword, the children giggled, you picked up a glass of lemonade, “God they can run fast on those little legs”.

The others laughed, Simon seemed to straighten his back with pride, Daphne was looking at Anthony smirking. Someone at the house called your name, “Dear, a letter for you has just arrived”

“It will be from my mama” you roll your eyes, “Better hurry and write something back”. You left the group and thanked Violet. 

The second you had entered the house, Daphne grabbed her brother so fast he jumped, “You’re in love with them, aren’t you! I knew it”.

Anthony blushed harder, failing to speak, Colin and Benedict looked uninterested. Then Anthony realised he was the last to know. Each one of his siblings knew and  just didn’t care enough to tell him. 

After afternoon tea you had found the most puzzling note, attached to your door. Asking you to meet someone in the gardens. 

Across the grass was a blanket and two drawing pads, “Hello?” you called out. As you walked closer you found Anthony waiting, “Anthony?” you asked, kneeling to sit beside him, “What is this?”.

He smiled, handing you a pad and some pencils, “Let’s call it a private art lesson”.

“Why not ask your brother?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t tell him I said this but you’re the better artist”.

A warm feeling spread across your face and down your neck, you flipped open the pad, “Well draw something and we’ll see what needs work”. 

You looked up from your drawing, Anthony was frowning, the pencil working hard, it was sweet you had to admit.

“No no its…..” you gave up, you think he tried to draw a flower, “It’s a start” you smiled. 

“What did you draw?” he asked.

Damn

You hadn’t planned on showing him, you didn’t plan on showing everyone, but he was looking at you and waiting and it just felt rude not to. Slowly and feeling more heat all over, you turned the pad around. 

“Is that me?” he asked.

You closed the pad hard, “It means nothing.. You were there and- I” you couldn’t find the right words and felt more flushed as you went on. 

“It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful” 

Your mouth dropped open. 

“I know this may seem like it’s coming out of nowhere but I didn’t know how I felt until now. You see I have felt something for you ever since you laughed at my joke during the first dinner, and then today when I saw you playing with Daphens children it made me see things for how they really are”

Your mouth was still open, his words coming as a complete shock but not unwanted. He was everything you could want, he made you laugh, he talked with you with real interest not the half listening other men did, he was an amazing dancer and now this, trying to do something you loved.

His art was poor but still he had tried for this moment. 

He said your name and you swore your heart skipped. “I- I did not mean to overstep”

“Anthony” you smiled. 

He looked hopeful, “yes?”.

“I think I should be the one saying that” you said, unable to stop grinning. 

“Yes?”.

“Yes!” 

You leaped into his arms, he caught you right away. 

Without a second thought you kissed him, falling deeper into love with him. 

After the kiss and the ones that followed, you lay in his arms. “We’ll have to thank everyone, they helped set this up” Anthony said. 

“Benedict will call himself cupid until the end of time” you laughed. 

Anthony linked his hand with yours, “As long as I’m with you, I can face my brother”.

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #Anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x gn reader #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony fanfic #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x gn reader #gn reader #fluff

[fayes-fics]

Jam (Ficlet)

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x gn!reader, Modern AU.

Summary: Modern AU, Benedict uses your kitchen.

Warnings: none, fluff/humour.

Word count: 0.5k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. What would you do to entertain yourself during a boring all-staff zoom meeting? This is apparently what I do. Enjoy this domestic fluff/humour nonsense, inspired by the last item on this headcanon post.

“Ben, what the hell?” It’s an exasperated but affectionate greeting as you drop your bag onto a chair.

“Hi love, how was work?” He sidles up, removing a messy apron and kissing your cheek. He smells like rosemary and garlic—quite tasty, actually.

“It was fine, but what’s all this?” You gesture at the mess that used to be your kitchen. 

“Dinner,” he proclaims proudly. 

“No. This is a nightmare,” you correct, then point at the oven, “I assume that is dinner.” 

“Can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs,” he shrugs comedically, eyes sparkling.

“You apparently can't make dinner without wrecking a few kitchens,” you jest and bump him with your shoulder.

“I’m still learning where you keep things,” he lobbies with a heatless defence.

“So your answer is to empty all the cabinets to find out?” you tease.

“Hmmm, something like that,” he quips, pulling a funny face. “I’ll put it all back neatly, I promise,” he adds sweetly.

You raise an eyebrow but let him wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into a swaying motion.

“It’ll be worth the mess, I promise,” he breathes against your hairline, “I used fresh herbs and everything,” he crows, running his lips softly over your temple.

“Did you now?” You smile despite yourself and run a hand up into his hair… where you encounter a sticky, viscous blob.  “What the..?”

You pull your hand away and inspect what appears to be raspberry jam.

“How did you get jam in your hair?!?”

“Bloody hell, I thought I got it all.” He mumbles and tugs at the patch you found.

“What do you mean got it all?” You narrow your eyes.

“Promise not to look at the ceiling?” he asks, screwing up his face into an apologetic puppy dog expression.

Instantly your eyes fly upwards.

“Ben?! What the?” There’s evidence of wet patches where he has attempted to clean jam off the ceiling somewhat unsuccessfully.

“Yeah… turns out making jam, not as easy as it looks…” he blows out his cheeks “...bloody youtube,” he grouses.

You sigh. “When I said yesterday you should justify to yourself buying all these expensive Le Creuset pots, I did not mean you should use them all in one day,” you shake your head, wetting a towel and gesturing for him to lower his head.

“Why not? What are days off for if not trying out new things?” he reasons as you pull the jam mess from his hair. 

It's then you spot an errant speck of jam on his neck. You lean forward and lick it off, enjoying the way his pupils dilate after you do so.

“It is pretty tasty,” you admit with a small smile.

“Me or the jam?” he purrs, cupping your face softly with his hands.

“Both,” you wink just as the oven timer dings. “Dinner is served?” you add expectantly.

“It can wait a couple of minutes,” he murmurs, his lips descending on yours.

No taglist as just a blurb

#benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton fluff #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton

[cauliflowertree]

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ WHO I WRITE FOR—

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS— [subject to change]

gilmore girls -> jess, tristan, dave, rory.

harry potter -> harry, hermione, luna, draco, fred, george, blaise, ginny, cedric, tom, theo, mattheo, sirius, james, remus, regulus, lily, narcissa, bellatrix.

lord of the rings / the hobbit -> aragorn, legolas, eomer, eowyn, faramir, boromir, haldir & bard, thranduil, kili, thorin.

the maze runner -> newt, gally, thomas.

stranger things -> steve, dmitri, joyce, hopper, chrissy, nancy, robin.

star wars -> anakin.

the mentalist -> patrick.

grishaverse -> the darkling.

pretty little liars -> aria, jason.

timeless -> flynn.

the vampire diaries -> damon, stefan, elijah, katherine, klaus, kol, rebekah.

twilight -> bella, edward, carlisle, charlie, jasper, alice.

bridgerton -> anthony, benedict, eloise, daphne.

criminal minds -> aaron, spencer, jennifer, emily, derek.

anne with an e -> gilbert, anne.

dead poets society -> neil, todd, charlie, knox.

little women -> amy, jo, laurie, beth [platonic!].

teen wolf -> stiles.

pirates of the caribbean -> jack, will, james, elizabeth.

the hunger games -> finnick, peeta, haymitch, katniss, johanna.

pride and prejudice -> mr darcy.

RULES—

don’t request any smut. nsfw themes are okay but i don’t write full blown smut.

i will write platonic fics & romantic fics but please specify which you want when you request.

i will write: oneshots, blurbs / drabbles, headcanons & dialogues, fem!readers and gn!readers. if you don’t specify in your ask which you prefer, my default is usually gender neutral.

i don’t write male readers, sh, professor x minor!student, poly relationships, parent fics or pregnancy fics.

i only write marriage fics for bridgerton & pride and prejudice!

request status; CLOSED

#gilmore girls fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #lotr fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #pretty little liars fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #bridgerton fanfiction #flower patch

[make-me-imagine]

Hearts Divided - A Nine Part Benedict Bridgerton Story (Masterlist)

Benedict Bridgerton x GN!Reader *sometimes might allude to a more feminine character, but no pronouns besides they/them are used (if you spot one I may have accidentally used, let me know!)

Story Synopsis:

Years ago, Edmund Bridgerton and Charles L/n, friends and equals, suddenly clashed and became enemies for unknown reasons. This caused a rift between the children of both families, who were then forced to never see each other again. Charles L/n took his family out of London not long later, and nothing had been seen of the family since.

Years later, Y/n L/n, their two siblings and their parents return to London. Even though Edmund Bridgerton is now deceased, Charles L/n, refuses to let go of the past.

Y/n is the opposite of their parents, they are kind, compassionate, and never understood the hatred of the Bridgertons. Once back in London, Y/n befriends Henry and Lucy Granville. And after attending one of his soirees, runs into a long lost friend, Benedict Bridgerton.

Once reunited, their friendship is rekindled, but not long later, difficulties arise. Not only because there were sworn enemies by their own fathers, but because their old friendship returns with a growing attraction between them now that they are adults.

What will they do when their attraction becomes an unbreakable bond? When the hatred of the Bridgerton's is still held strong by Y/n's father. A secret friendship turned romance, painful decisions and broken hearts may be all that lies in their future.

*Takes place between Seasons One and Two.

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Chapter One: A Bitter Separation

One day, after the sudden discovery that the long-held friendship between Edmund Bridgerton and Charles L/n has come to a sudden and abrupt end. Y/n is heartbroken when forcefully separated from the Bridgerton family, who unlike their own family, accepted and gave them love they knew nowhere else.

Years after being forced out of London by their father, Y/n learns they are to return for the season. Plagued by the thoughts of what will happen while they are there.

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Chapter Two: Reunited Hearts

Now back in London, Y/n awaits the moment they might once again see the Bridgerton family and in particular Benedict. After making the acquaintance of Sir Granville and his wife Lucy, Y/n is unaware of just how close they are to seeing her long lost friend again.

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Chapter Three: Resentment

During the first ball of the season, Sir Charles L/n comes face to face with the Bridgerton's for the first time. And to no ones surprise, remains resentful for the same unknown reasons. Y/n and Benedict steal a moment during a dance, but it does not end as they wish. And Y/n's night only ends with more questions and anger.

- - - -

Chapter Four: Rebellious Hearts

After sneaking out in the middle of the night to another Granville party, Y/n and Benedict are able to continue rebuilding their friendship. But as they talk throughout the night, they realize, what they have now, is much more.

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Chapter Five: Discovered

After a month of secret rendezvous, Benedict and Y/n's feelings have developed into a strong love. But as careful as they've have been, it seems that neither of them can keep their secrets from their parents for long.

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Chapter Six: Sacrifice for Love

After Y/n and Benedict's relationship is uncovered, Y/n is left to make a heartbreaking decision to save Benedict and his family from scandal and disgrace. The result? Sacrificing any chance of happiness they might have.

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Chapter Seven: Fate Unknown

As Y/n grows closer to losing their happiness forever, they send Benedict a message. One last goodbye in case they are separated forever. Refusing to give up hope, Benedict reignites Y/n hope there would be a happy ending to this story.

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Chapter Eight: Secrets Unraveled

After one last secret meeting with Benedict, Y/n learns of the information he discovered about Edmund’s discovery. With one last attempt at saving their future, Y/n finally discovers their father’s long hidden secret.

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Chapter Nine: Hearts United

What Y/n set out for has been finished. The secret that plagued their mind for years has finally been revealed. But will knowing it allow them to be freed from their punishment?

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#Benedict Bridgerton #Bridgerton #Hearts Divided #Hearts Divided Masterlist #Benedict Bridgerton x Reader #Benedict Bridgerton/Reader #Bridgerton x Reader #Benedict Bridgerton story #bridgerton story #bridgerton multichapter story #Benedict Bridgerton x Gn!reader

[ladyxskywalker]

July 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, the batman, the amazing spider man, bridgerton, oscar isaac, charlie hunnam, the originals / tvd, & misc./multi fandom 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Jake Lockley

Six Stops by @lcvenderblues (gn!reader)

Love in Bloom, & Sunday Kind of Love by @egcdeath

✨ Marc Spector

Happy Birthday by @writingforcurrentobsessions

✨ Steven Grant

Spirals And Skin by @clints-lucky-arrow (artist!steven) (tattooed!f!reader) **

Tilt, Shift, & Balance by @the-little-ewok (steven x f!reader, marc x f!reader) **

Who Wouldn’t Want That? & Darling, I Fancy You by @yespolkadotkitty (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Clarity by @ezrasbirdie (dentist!ezra universe) (f!reader) **

Daze by @iamskyereads (slice of life) (domestic ezra universe) (prof!f!reader) (cw: children) **

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Where the Foxglove Grows by @mandoblowmybackout (plus size, neurodivergent, f!reader)

✨ Jack (Agent Whiskey) Daniels

Tangled Up (series) by @writeforfandoms (dragon rancher au) (f!reader)

✨ Marcus Pike

Desperado by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Starting Over (series) by @wardenparker , & @absurdthirst (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy, divorce)

✨ Oberyn Martell

Yes, I do? by @toomanystoriessolittletime (modern au) (escort!oberyn) (f!reader)

✨ Pero Tovar

Full Moon Confessions by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

Risk by @forever-rogue (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy mention) **

✨ The Thief (Casillero del Diablo)

The Painting by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

Euclidean Geometry by @leslie-lyman (modern au) (poly!relationship) (f!reader) **

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy kink) (f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

Beautiful Distraction by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader) **

✨ Bridgerton (Benedict Bridgerton)

Truth Unseen by @make-me-imagine (gn!reader)

✨ Bud Cooper (Oscar Isaac, Suburbicon 2017)

A Softer Side by @leiakenobi (f!reader) **

✨ Clash of the Titans (Draco, Mads Mikkelsen)

Of Gods and Men (series) by @KrystalFlare on fanfiction.net (draco x goddess oc) **

✨ Cobra Kai (Johnny Lawrence)

Challenger by @SecretSecret on ao3 (f!reader) **

✨ Duke Leto Atreides (Oscar Isaac, Dune)

The Sun on Your Skin by @writefightandflightclub (gn!reader) (touch starved reader)

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Safe With You by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

Under the Cherry Blossom Trees by @flightlessangelwings (fluff, angst) (gn!reader)

✨ John Watson (Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows)

The Doctor Is In by @cinewhore (black!f!reader) **

✨ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x klaus mikaelson, elena x elijah mikaelson, elena x kol mikaelson) **

The Artist (series) (a choose your own outcome story) by @brittishmenorbust on ao3 (f!reader)

Bienvenue (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (klaus mikaelson x ofc) (kol mikaelson x ofc) (elijah mikaelson & ofc) **

Endlessly Enough (series) by @brittishmenorbust on ao3 (damon salvatore x f!reader)

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus centric universe (series) by @artemiseamoon (bonnie bennett x klaus mikaleson) **

✨ Raymond Smith (Charlie Hunnam, The Gentlemen)

Right Hand Woman by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

✨ Rick Flag (DC, Joel Kinnaman)

Motivation by @loverhymeswith (f!reader)

✨ Roswell New Mexico (2019) (Alex Manes x Micheal Guerin)

here everyone knows (you’re the way to my heart) by @catchingpapermoons on ao3 (malex) **

** be sure to check out part one for star wars, the mandalorian, kenobi, rogue one, & triple frontier fic recs 📖

#moon knight fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #tasm fanfiction #dune fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #oscar isaac character fanfiction #charlie hunnam character fanfiction #misc. multi fandom #pxk monthly fic recs 💫 #pxk monthly reading list 💌

[eleanor-bradstreet]

These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You) (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x gn!Reader Modern AU Rated: M for mild suggestiveness Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: While Benedict is away, you admire the little things that bring him to mind. Dedicated to my Discord friends! I thought I was making a joke, but then this took over my brain and a few hours later, here we are. Just for you. 💙

You woke just before dawn, a habit leftover from all those years when your stepmother would slam the door open to signal the start of your daily chores. You didn’t mind today though. You had been fitful for the past few hours, ever since you said goodbye to Ben. He had left in the middle of the night to catch an early flight, and had kissed you sweetly as you slept, murmuring his farewell against your temple, not wanting to fully wake you. You had felt him leave, stirring groggily and kissing him back with some mumbled reply. But it was only when you heard the door close downstairs that you fully came to, then immediately regretted that you hadn’t been more present to see him off.

The emptiness and silence of the flat settled on you like gauze in your ears. You had spent so much of your life alone, you had once been accustomed to it. But since finding Ben, any prolonged period of solitude made you feel uneasy, bereft, because now you knew precisely what you were missing. You had tossed in semi-consciousness for the rest of the night and were grateful the grey morning light finally arrived to wake you.

But it was a cold day and you didn’t want to leave the warmth of the covers just yet. You nestled into your pillow and ran your palm over the sheets beside you, Ben’s side, that was now empty. You were excited for his trip, a meeting with a gallery in Paris, but hated that it meant two nights without him. You had asked to go with him, but he had insisted that you could not see Paris for the first time as a tagalong on a short business trip. He promised to take you back for an extended holiday when he could give you ‘the genuine experience’. A grin tugged at your lips as you remembered the devilish little flame in his eyes when he had said that. 

There was nothing on your bedside table, but there was a book on Ben’s. You pulled yourself across the mattress and picked it up. William Blake: The Complete Illuminated Books. You should have known. Beside the book were his reading glasses. Square with dark frames, they made him so horrendously handsome, especially when he grinned at you over the top of a book, reading you something cheeky. More than once, you had sighed at him and wished aloud that he would wear them all the time. Then he’d raise an eyebrow at you and ask why you’d wish even poorer eyesight on a visual artist and you’d have to kiss the smirk off his face. You picked up the frames and rested them gently back on top of his book.

This was going to be a long two days. You fretted as you rolled onto your back and stared at the nearby window. You contemplated spending as much time as possible outside the flat so that you wouldn’t have to face his blatant absence all day. As the light began to lift in the room, your hands wandered aimlessly over your torso, lifting your shirt to enjoy the warmth of your skin against the sheets. As your hands glided, you wished they were Ben’s. Nothing could mimic the strength and size of his grasp and its almost paradoxical tenderness. The first ray of sunlight hit the window and glinted off the silver latches. 

You thought of Ben’s silver ring and the cool trace of it when it slid down the length of your body, an added exhilaration coupled with the heat of his fingers. You remembered the day you found it, shining amidst a bunch of bric-a-brac at a poky little gift shop in the Scottish highlands. That was the trip when you had both confessed your love to one another, and you knew that this was much more than an average relationship. You had playfully slid it onto his thumb, expecting him to roll his eyes or grow sarcastic, but he had just looked at you quietly, smiling as something shined in his eyes. It wasn’t until you were back home days later that you realized he was wearing it, having bought it when you weren’t looking. And he hadn’t taken it off since.

You felt your hands travel lower, seeking some physical distraction from the aching tug in your chest, but stopped yourself. Once you started down that path, you wouldn’t get out of bed for hours, and you doubted it would do much to improve your mood for the day ahead. You could indulge in pleasure to try and lull yourself to sleep at night.

With a resigned huff, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed, walking to the window and hugging yourself against the chill. The sun was half crested over the horizon now, glowing pale orange-yellow but not casting any heat on the streets below. You moved to the closet and pulled it open. There, hanging on the hook inside the door was Ben’s most beloved hoodie, precisely the same color as the new rising sun. That wasn’t its usual spot, it was hung up almost as if waiting for you. He knew. Of course he knew you would have gone looking for it while he was away. Your breath caught, overwhelmed with the perfection of this man, his thoughtfulness, the way it seemed he could read your mind. 

You pulled the hoodie down and slipped it on, wrapping the fabric tight against yourself, trying to imagine his embrace. The cuffs and hems were going threadbare, a testament to how long he had owned it and how often he wore it. It had become such a quintessential symbol of him, you’d never allow him to get rid of it. Despite yourself, you ended up back on the bed, curling up in the warmth of his shirt, appreciating his gesture in leaving it for you. You bunched up the collar and inhaled the scent - sandalwood and something musky, so absolutely Benedict. You felt closer to him and immediately your spirits lifted. This was precisely what you needed to help you get through the next couple of days without going mad from missing him. 

As you rolled onto your side, you felt something slip like a weight in the pocket. Reaching inside, you pulled out a small packet of paper wrapped around something. Unfolding it, the object fell into your palm. It was a stone, one from his adorable little collection that he kept in a bowl in his studio. It was one of his most treasured finds, the one shaped like a heart. Looking at the paper it was folded in, you saw there was a note.

Hold onto this for me until I get back.

It was going to be a long two days indeed.

#bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgertion x y/n #modern au #gn reader #fluff and romance #fluff #ficlet

[halsteadssneakylink]

character list

everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise

if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask

the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)

the boys

frenchie

mothers milk

billy butcher

starlight (annie january)

kimiko

bridgerton

simon basset

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

kathani sharma

chicago fire

kelly severide

stella kidd

matt casey

sylvie brett

brian “otis” zvonecek

leslie shay

peter mills

chicago med

connor rhodes

will halstead

ethan choi

maggie lockwood

april sexton

chicago pd

jay halstead

erin lindsay

hailey upton

kevin atwater

adam ruzek

antonio dawson

eternals

thena

ikarus

ajak

kingo

gilgamesh

full house

jesse katsopolis

greys anatomy

meredith grey

christina yang

jackson avery

derek shepherd

addison montgomery

mark sloane

lexi grey

callie torres

hawaii five-0

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

chin ho kelly

kono kalakaua

adam noshimuri

kickin it

jack brewer

jerry martinez

kim crawford

mcu

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

bruce banner

bucky barnes

sam wilson

wanda maximoff

stephen strange

t’challa

loki

yelena belova

carol danvers (pre & post powers)

mission impossible

ethan hunt

ilsa faust

benji dunn

august walker

narnia

peter pevensie

susan pevensie

edmund pevensie

caspian

outer banks

john b

jj

pope

sarah cameron

topper

rafe

the punisher

frank castle

billy russo

dinah madani

scandal

olivia pope

fitzgerald grant

abby whelan

harrison wright

shadow and bone

alina starkov

aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)

kaz brekker

nina zenik

jesper fahey

inej gafa

matthias

genya

star trek (aos)

james tiberius “jim” kirk

leonard “bones” mccoy

s’chn t’gai spock

nyota uhura

montgomery scott

hikaru sulu

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

dad!bobby singer x child!reader

demon!dean

soulless!sam

svu

olivia benson

rafael barba

nick amaro

dominick “sonny” carisi

to all the boys

lara jean

john ambrose

peter kavinsky

margot

christine

trevor

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

nick “goose” bradshaw

tom “iceman” kazansky

charlotte blackwood

penny benjamin

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

javy “coyote” machado

natasha “phoenix” trace

robert “bob” floyd

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

rpf

ben barnes

chris evans

glen powell

jared padalecki

jensen ackles

karl urban

leo howard

noah centineo

oscar issac

scarlett johansson

sebastian stan

sophia bush

#the boys #bridgerton #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #eternals #full house #greys anatomy #hawaii five 0 #kickin it #mcu #avengers #marvel #mission impossible #narnia #outer banks #the punisher #scandal #shadow and bone #star trek aos #supernatural #svu #to all the boys #top gun #top gun maverick #the witcher #rpf #spn rpf #mcu rpf