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Madness

I wrote this so long ago and then abandoned it because I didn’t know if the ending was satisfactory or not. I thought it would have a greater plot as well but when I couldn’t find it, I was dissatisfied until I reread it and realized the prose was too good not to publish.

Fluff but also a little bit of angst if you squint hard enough.

In which Benedict Bridgerton finally reveals the truth.

She was beautiful. Too beautiful, if Benedict was being perfectly honest with himself. Not the kind of beauty that had him picking up a paint brush and painstakingly striking an easel with lovely swirls of color but the kind of beauty that distracted him, made him brood in a dim corner of the room, watching the little twists of her mouth and the subtle way she arched a brow. Beauty to the point of distraction, like spending hours watching shooting stars dash across the night sky, not realizing as dawn approached on the horizon.

It was utterly maddening.

She was utterly maddening.

How was he meant to live, to exist and breathe, to witness such great beauty and yet have none of the capacity, the right, to keep it?

Just a glance from her, a single curve of her lips, and Benedict could feel his faith in God strengthening as easily as he could deny the Lord’s existence. Only a benevolent God could create such ecstatic beauty and yet no benevolent God could exist in this world if Benedict had to bear the cruelty of Y/N’s indifference.

Maddening.

He sighed, the sound bereft as he continued to watch her charm the eligible men of the ton. She had a veritable cabal of men gathered around her and if any other debutant had been in her position, they surely would have been overwhelmed by now.

But not Y/N.

Never Y/N.

With her head held high and her smile demure, she directed the men as easily as if she was holding court. A slight clearing of the throat and already, someone had a glass of lemonade in their hand while a flap of her hand would have the men falling over themselves in an attempt to get her a chair.

A queen holding court, indeed.

Benedict rolled his eyes at the man to her right, who practically shoved at the man on his left in order to catch Y/N’s attention. Not that it really mattered though, especially not when Y/N’s attention was focused on Benedict.

Even from across the room, the tension between them felt palpable. Exhilarating. It always had been with Y/N. Thick and smooth, the connection between them as tangible as their own beating hearts. Just a shared look between them and the world fell silent, the edges of his vision practically darkening at the edges until he saw only her.

Beautiful. Even as her face contorted with hurt for the briefest of seconds, her eyes pulling away from him and returning to the crowd of men that surrounded her.

Benedict gritted his teeth, the only sign of annoyance he let himself show.

“I see you are not quite so enamored with our diamond.”

Benedict’s head whipped to the left, finding Lady Danbury watching him with those shrewd eyes of hers. The old crone had her cane gripped tightly in her hands and Benedict fought his grimace at the phantom pain that shot up from his ankles. The dowager countess had a terrible habit of whacking gentlemen she didn’t like with that sturdy cane of hers and Benedict had felt the brunt of that pain far too many times for his liking.

Still, as a gentleman, he couldn’t very well ignore the woman. It would have been terribly rude of him to and it went against every fiber of the etiquette that had been drilled to him as a child.

He spared Y/N another glance before he spoke. “You think all those men enamored with her?”

“I think they think themselves enamored by her,” Lady Danbury said. “She is quite a beauty and accomplished too, I hear. Are you acquainted with the young lady?”

He had been, when he was young. As recently as a few months ago, Benedict had counted Y/N as one of his dearest friends but with everything that transpired between them…

“We are familiar with one another.”

Lady Danbury arched a brow, directing her attention back to Y/N. She was animatedly speaking with Anthony and Colin, the only time the entire evening where her smile didn’t seem a little bit forced. “Your brothers seem friendly with her. Why aren’t you?”

Because he was a stupid, bloody, idiot who didn’t know how to keep his damn mouth shut, that’s why.

But his pride would never let him say that, especially not in front of Lady Danbury. “We are familiar with each other.” He repeated, voice tight.

Lady Danbury’s eyes flickered. “I seem to recall your mother telling me about how you and the Lady Y/N were thick as thieves not so long ago.”

Bloody hell, the old crone was relentless. He didn’t want to talk about his and Y/N’s falling out, especially not with her.

He suddenly whirled, cocking his head to the side. “Oh, I believe I hear someone calling me.”

No one was calling him but not even his impeccable manners could make him stay.

Lady Danbury harrumphed. “I may be old, boy, but I am not deaf.”

“Definitely hear someone calling me.” Benedict even cupped a hand, placing it on the side of his mouth before he yelled a quick, “I’ll be right there!” He turned back to Lady Danbury, who was looking at him as if she knew his claims were a lie. “Lady Danbury, if you’ll excuse me.”

The dowager countess simply gave Benedict a knowing look yet let him go.

He ducked into the crowd towards… bloody hell he couldn’t find anyone he would rather talk to. His brothers were still off speaking with Y/N and he didn’t feel like speaking with his mother, who would likely hound him about his fight with Y/N. Which left the last person of their party, Eloise. A quick scan of the room revealed his sister in the other side of the room, conspiratorially whispering to her best friend, Penelope Featherington.

He zoomed towards them, turning his back on Y/N and Lady Danbury.

Eloise caught his eye as he approached and her lips pursed in displeasure. “Why do you look as if you’re expecting me to bail you out of a horrible situation.”

“Can’t I see my favorite sister with joy in my face without being suspected of ill intent?”Benedict said with a grin before bowing to Penelope, who returned the gesture with her own curtsy.

Penelope ducked her head to suppress a giggle.

Eloise rolled her eyes at him. “What do you want?”

“To ask you why you’re sulking in a corner instead of dancing despite—“ he pulled at the dance card in her wrist, every single line filled with names that were unfamiliar to him. “Did you put fake names in your dance card?”

Eloise snatched her wrist back. “Yes. I thought that with Y/N grabbing the attention of so many of the gentlemen, I would be spared the embarrassment of having to entertain any gentlemen tonight. Unfortunately, I was wrong.”

Benedict turned to Penelope. “How many approached her?”

“Six,” Penelope smirked, “and those six quickly turned right back around.”

“Well with a full dance card, I’m not at all surprised.”

Eloise rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Spare me the lecture, brother. I’m sure I’ll hear enough from mother tonight.”

“She caught you?”

“After Eloise turned down the sixth one, Lady Violet began to suspect,” Penelope explained.

Benedict grinned. “When have you known me to lecture you?”

She gave him a saccharine smile, the kind that Benedict always knew would end with her barbed words. “Aren’t you meant to be fawning over Y/N? You’d done it most of our life.”

He bristled at her words.

Penelope shot them a curious look. “You never told me you were acquainted with the lady?”

“Hadn’t I?” Eloise frowned. “Lady Y/L/N’s family and ours have been acquainted for ages. Of course, she rarely ever came to London and if it hadn’t been for her father’s recent passing she wouldn’t have had a season at all. Mama had held hope that perhaps one of my dear brothers would begin to take some responsibility and marry her.” She lowered her voice in a conspiratorial whisper that was so loud, it still reached Benedict’s ears. “Personally, I always thought Benedict would offer. He and Y/N had a special bond growing up. Even Daphne thinks so.”

Benedict had never hit a woman before but perhaps, just this once, excuses could be made for one’s sisters.

“So, well acquainted then,” Penelope said with a slight smile.

“I do recall Benedict pining after Y/N for years,” Eloise mused, uncaring as Benedict’s mood soured. “You never did tell me why it is you suddenly became estranged”

“Not that it’s any of your business.” He grumbled.

Eloise batted eyes innocently. “Irritable today, aren’t you, brother? Could it possibly be because of the cadre of men that hound every one of Y/N’s footsteps?”

“I have changed my mind. Francesca is now my favorite sister.”

“I love you too, Benedict,” she all but grinned.

He turned his attention back to Y/N, who, to his surprise, had taken her leave.

“She’s in the garden, if you wish to speak to her,” Eloise said, noting his wandering eyes and nodding towards the open veranda at the side.

“What gave you the impression that I would like to speak to her?”

Eloise simply rolled her eyes before tugging Penelope’s arm. “With Y/N taking her respite, I imagine there will be a sudden influx of gentlemen who would like to dance. Let us make ourselves scarce.” And she pulled Penelope along, the red head offering Benedict an apologetic look.

He glanced at the crowd once again before letting his feet carry him through the veranda and out towards the garden. There were still many people milling about outside that granted them protection from scandal but it was much more intimate than the loud din of the ballroom.

The night was cool, the spring air serene compared to the humidity of the ballroom.

He spied Y/N, her back turned against the door. Upon hearing his approach, she sighed. “Good sir, if you did not understand me, I wish to be al—“ she turned and her words died at her lips at the sight of him. “Oh. It’s you.”

She looked even lovelier up close. She always did. Whether dressed in a simple frock with her long hair flowing down her back or dressed ornately with jewels adorning her, she always looked lovelier up close.

“What do you want, Benedict,” Y/N said, dropping that societal mask she employed inside.

“To apologize.”

She shook her head. “There is nothing to apologize for. You asked for my hand under false pretenses, I rejected you. End of story.“

“Under false pretenses?” He echoed, his own tone turning sharp. “You think my proposal to be insincere? Is that why you rejected me?”

“I did not think it insincere, I knew it to be insincere. I heard you and the Lady Violet discussing me. I heard when you declared your intention to ask for my hand in marriage simply because she had asked you to.”

Oh.

He remembered then, the conversation he had with his mother right before he proposed.

“Propose to her,” Violet had urged just as breakfast had been served, with only Benedict and Violet dining.

“I am not even courting her, mama,” he replied exasperatedly. It had been far too early in the morning to entertain his mother’s insistence on seeing him wed to Y/N. She’d pestered him about it in one form or another even before the Y/L/Ns had come to visit the Bridgertons and Benedict knew she would not stop until he and Y/N were formally engaged.

But Y/N had just ended her mourning period for her father. And though societal mandates dictated that it was perfectly reasonable for Benedict to ask for her hand in marriage, he knew how deeply she mourned the man, especially since his death had placed her in such a precarious position. The late patriarch of the Y/L/N family had been fond of his only child, even if she had been born a girl. And Y/N had loved him, even if his death left her and her mother saddled with financial debt despite coming from the longest line of barony in England.

“What does it matter that you are not courting?” Violet demanded. “You have known her since you were both children. You’ve been courting her all your life.”

“Mama, please leave it well enough alone.”

“What is it that you do not like about her?” She insisted. “She is beautiful and accomplished and you have known each other your whole lives. Any young man would be fortunate to be bound to her in marriage.”

“I never said anything that would imply otherwise.”

“Then why do you refuse to ask her for her hand in marriage? Doing so would spare her a season in London and limit their financial troubles.” And then she had gasped in indignation. “Or is their financial troubles the very reason why you refuse? I never raised you to be avaricious!”

Bloody hell. “I am not avaricious, mother. I do not care about her dowry or lack thereof!”

“Then what is it? Do not tell me it is because you do not love her. I have seen the way you look at her.”

Benedict had eyed his fork, had wondered if perhaps, it would be a better to shove it in his ears than listen to his mother’s hullabaloo.

Instead he took a scone, spreading a generous layer of clotted cream and jam so his hands had something to do rather than maim himself.

“And how is it I look at her, mother?” He drawled.

“The same way your father used to look at me.”

At that he had paused, scone half-raised to his mouth. He hadn’t known what to say anymore. Mentions of his own father had always been capable of silencing his mind.

Finally, he had decided on telling her the truth, that his mother may finally stop pestering him.

“Asking Y/N for her hand in marriage had always been the plan, mother,” Benedict relented. “I was simply waiting for the perfect moment.”

Violet smiled at her son kindly. “There are no such thing as perfect moments, dearest. Only moments that can be made perfect. And whether you ask her later or tomorrow or next week, that moment will be perfect by virtue of you asking.”

She was right, of course. Violet Bridgerton was so rarely incorrect especially in matters of the heart and love.

Benedict had given her a smile, and said, voice dripping in sarcasm. “Well, since you so graciously asked me to, I shall propose to the Lady Y/N, if only to make you happy.”

That must have been what Y/N heard. Not the whole story but the end, when Benedict had teased his mother.

Now he was convinced that God existed and that he must be cruel. Only the machinations of a cruel God could have lined up the timing perfectly.

Y/N’s eyes flickered as she regarded him. “I do not wish to bind you in marriage with someone you do not hold any affection for. You have fulfilled your promise to your mother and have asked for my hand. I rejected you. We no longer have any obligations with one another. Good night.” She made a move to pass him, to walk back to the ballroom to her gaggle of men but Benedict’s hand shot up, gripping her arm and keeping her to him.

His hands were gloved and even Y/N’s arms were sheathed in silk. And though he had never felt gloves to be particularly offensive, he wished to burn the ones that covered their hands. If only so he could feel her smooth skin beneath his fingers.

The heady scent of her perfume wafted through his senses. She smelled divine, like walking through a garden of roses under the cover of moonlight as the stars twinkled above his head. Utterly mouthwatering, and capable of driving even the sanest of men into insanity. The scent of distraction.

Always so distracting.

Benedict forced his mouth to speak before his brain could forget the words he needed to say. “Do you think so little of me? Capable of such cruelty especially when it comes to you.”

Y/N’s brows met, a flash of pain in her eyes and then it was gone. “It is the opposite, really. I think the world of you, Benedict. Only a gentleman would offer to marry a girl he has no obligations to simply because of her precarious position in life. You are an honorable man and any woman would be lucky to call you their husband. It is why I cannot accept your proposal, not when you do not love me. Not when there is no one on this world more deserving of love than you.”

Benedict frowned at her. “Why do you continue to insist that I do not love you?”

“Because you do not!” She pulled away from him, wrenching her hand from his grasp. Her eyes were pure anguish as she looked at him and the very sight of her pain had him staggering back. “If you truly held any affection for me, I would know. I have studied you all our lives, Benedict. And in all the time we shared together, you had never shown any affection for me beyond that of a friend. Your proposal hurt, Benedict. I have loved you in every way a man could be loved for so long and for you to ask for my hand in marriage out of pity—“ She choked, eyes widening as if she didn’t mean to say the things she’d said.

“You love me?” He echoed, heart beating quickly in his chest. He wondered, briefly, if his fast beating heart marks the day he really lived. If Y/N’s confession had been the reason he truly felt alive for the first time in his life.

Her face crumpled in pain as she stepped back. “Forgive me, I shouldn’t have said those things. Please take your leave, Benedict. That I may salvage whatever scraps of my dignity is left.”

But Benedict did no such thing.

Instead he took her hands and lowered himself into a kneel, setting his eyes upon her. The arching light of the manor spilled over the veranda casted her in a soft glow that took his very breath away.

Y/N’s eyes widened in alarm and whatever pain she held there was washed away by her surprise. “Benedict, what are you doing?”

“Begging you for forgiveness.”

“What? Benedict, get up.”

But he held firm, his determination cementing his knees to the ground. “Forgive me, Y/N, for my grave transgressions against you. That you had ever lived your life doubting my affections for you, or wondering if I cared for you as more than a friend are sins I will carry with me to my last breath. It will be my great shame that I had not made it abundantly clear that I love you. Because I do love you. Most ardently.”

“Benedict, get up. This is madness—“

“You are right. It is madness. The way I feel for you would drive the sanest of people into lunacy. But if loving you is madness then I don’t ever wish to be sane.”

Her eyes gleamed silver with unshed tears that threatened to fall from her pretty eyes. “B-But that morning, the day you proposed—“

“I did not propose to you out of pity for you, I did it out of pity for me. I needed to put myself out of my misery and finally marry the only girl I ever had the privilege of falling in love with rather than continue pining after you in secret.”

She let out a a laugh through her tears, the sound like bells chiming during a storm. Light and beautiful despite the pouring rain that threatened to drown it out. “Ask me again.”

His heart leapt to his throat, pounding so quickly he struggled to get the words out. But they came nonetheless, the words clear and betraying none of his anxiety. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

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Lost in Silence 2 - Theo Sharpe x Reader

A/n - okay so this is embarrassingly short! I had such a chaotic day but I still wanted to put something out so I hope it's still okay! <3

Theo Sharpe was always attractive, Y/n couldn’t lie. Though most of her days were spent alongside her mother doing daily household tasks, on the odd chance she went to her father's place of work and Theo was there the two would play. Running between the printers, throwing discarded paper at each other, the two would enjoy each other's company into the long hours that the printers required. Though by the end of most days the two would be lightly stained with cheap ink, Y/n couldn't help as they both grew older they exchanged stolen glances, and though Y/n had to move away before it could bloom, she always wondered if he thought her as beautiful as she thought him, despite the ink.

Now, presently stood Theo, taller and with a more defined jaw and ears that stretched outwards slightly more than they used to, one thing was the same - his kind eyes. Y/n watched as the woman that was speaking walked off of the stage and hugged Theo. Though her heart sank momentarily, after he handed her a pamphlet she walked off, as if friends.

Was she jealous? No no, she couldn't be. Right? She was unsure of what to do. She had meant to find him and give him back his notebook, a plan she was beginning to realise was riddled with idiocracy. As she turned to leave a man came to her side. “Excuse me miss, I- '' Theo looked at her and paused. He gulped, and Y/n couldn't help but look at his Adam apple as it pulsated in doing so. “Y/n?” He questioned. It was as if seeing him again had reduced her to that same love stricken child she was all those years ago, though now she found herself in quite the predicament. In the heat of the moment she could only think of doing one thing.

“.....Theo? Is it Theo? You seem familiar” She smiled politely as she spoke, pretending to vaguely recognise his face. He stumbled over his words, clearly either shocked it was her or that she apparently didn’t remember him in the same capacity that he remembered her. “Yes, its Theo, Theo Sharpe?” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, pausing momentarily as if allowing her to try and remember him. “Oh yes! The son of my late fathers coworker.” Y/n had never realised how posh her voice had become, but hearing his again made her sink into her old accent, though more falsified and sounding like a parody. He looked at her and jerked his head slightly back in offence.

“Yes, the son of your later fathers-” He trailed off. “I’m sorry? Is that all I was to you?” “How do you suppose?” She questioned. “We were friends, were we not? Or am I misremembering?” His words were tipped with a harsh edge that made her shrivel up slightly. She took in a sigh, “No, no of course not. If I may be honest, seeing you again made me panic.” She chuckled as she said it. It had been the first time in quite some time that she had spoken so freely, unafraid of enunciating or tiptoeing around a subject. “Panicked? What for?” He joined her in a laugh, further easing her state. “I do not know truly. It has been a while hasn’t it?” SHe reached out and placed a hand on his elbow like she had done a thousand times as a young girl, though when her hand was met by a firmer and larger arm by that of man than she remembered she took it off again almost suddenly. “I’m sorry, I forget myself.” She grinned an awkward smile, placing her hand on her forehead as the heat stifled her and took in her surroundings to avert his gaze. “Do not worry, miss Y/n,” He leaned in cheekily “You are not in Mayfair. We may converse freely away from the gaze of that Whistledown.” She looked back at him in confusion. “You know Whistledown? How?” He grinned as if the owner of his own secret. “I print it.” He spoke, confidence beaming from his face. “Well, I say! You must show me where one day, if I am not being too forward.”

“Not at all, why not now?” He asked. For a moment she grinned as she contemplated it, but a sad look soon took over her expression. “I cannot, I’m sorry. I need to be getting back home.” He nodded his head and they hugged, him stroking her back in a manner that she could not help but reminisce about later on that night in bed. As she walked out and entered into the nearest available carriage, she ran her fingers up and down the blue book, still in her possession. Another reason to go back, she thought as she rode off.

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Lost in Silence 1 - Theo Sharpe x Reader

A/n - Okay so I'm obviously rewatching Bridgerton (are we surprised???) and I realised there's really no fics of Theo???? I mean of course there are but not many and I feel like he's underrated so I needed to put this out there! Still not completely sure which direction to take this in so pls message or comment if you have literally any ideas but uh, yeah! Hope you enjoy <3

The air was thick with tension. Y/n’s mother paced back and forth whilst her daughter Y/n, only ten, sat watching. The cobbled streets of London were cold and unforgiving but with no more room available in the room they were forced to wait outside. Hours passed before the doctor came out, his already stained robes marred with a fresh tint of crimson blood. He romoved a glove and placed his hand onto her Mothers arm as he spoke. “The bleeding was too much. There was nothing we could do and yet we still exhausted all options. I’m sorry.”

And then began a shriek from her mouth that young Y/n could swear rattled the nearby windows, as she shrank to the floor. It was odd, Y/n would recall years later, she never believed her mother to be truly extraordinary, and yet seeing her reduced to a blubbering mess on the floor was an unbearable sight. Y/n took off, her feet taking her as if by their own volition, running down twisted streets until she was pounding on a door.

“Y/n?” Theo asked, puzzled and tired as he opened his front door. He looked at his friend, and before she replied he was holding her in a deep embrace. Though he was only two years older than her he was naturally protective of her like no one ever had been. “He’s, he’s, oh my god!” It was as if by saying out loud for the first time it would become real, concrete and solid. “He’s what? Who’s what? Y/n please” Theo begged, his already panicked face deepening with worry. “Father!Oh Father, he was stabbed by a highwayman on his way back from the countryside! He’s gone!” Theo pulled her in closer. He had known that Y/n’s father, a coworker of his own at the butchers, was going out of London to look for work elsewhere. He also knew how worried Y/n was, and heard from his father that she was seen pleading with her own for him not to go, out of fear of a robbery.

Theo held her for a while until her mother came looking, and when he looked at her though mere hours had passed the once vibrant face of Y/n’s mother was sunken and worn. Before Y/n left with her, Theo gave her a vibrant blue notebook. “For company, when I myself am not there.” He smiled, only faintly as she left.

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Y/n fidgeted with her bow. “Is it not too garish? I thought so all night” She asked. “Nonsense Miss Y/n, it is beautiful” Her maid replied as she helped fix it into her updo. In the years that passed since her fathers death her mother had remarried to a Lord Reginald Harrington, his wealth only matched by his cruelty. They had one child together other than Y/n, an Arrabella Harrington, now nearing twelve. Her birth was scandalously close to their wedding, yet she seemed to finally snap her mother out of the haze she had been in. To say having Arrabella had saved her would be a stretch, Y/n often lay awake at night worrying what could’ve happened had her mother not fallen pregnant and found a new purpose in life.

It was no surprise to anyone then that Y/n would be treated lesser than her sister by both parents. Y/n’s mother, now Lady Isadora Harrington, saw Arrabella as a second chance, whilst Lord Harrington naturally leaned towards the child that was his through blood. Despite this, Y/n was still sent through the marriage mart each season, attending balls and accepting callers. It wasn’t that she tired of it, per se, as she did find comfort standing on the sidelines with her two friends. It was moreso the matter of feeling like an imposter, knowing if it werent for a terrible accident that she wouldnt be here. That was something Penelope and Eloise simply couldnt grasp seeing as they were born into the lavish life they lead.

Whilst Y/n wasn’t closed off to the idea of marriage and preparing for life as a dutiful spinster, any man who attempted to court her never made it past the first two weeks. There were too many differences, she supposed, in their upbringing. After the first five men came calling it was clear they wanted a wife, not a companion. Seeing how regular people saw love most definitely shaped how Y/n saw the marriage mart. In the lower classes marrying for love was more common, as there were no titles to be exchanged. The marriage mart seemed to be just that in comparison- a business exchange.

It was after one of these balls where Y/n found herself, being undressed by her lady’s maid. It was a remarkably unremarkable one, where she was once again stood by the edge like a wallflower. “I just don’t understand miss,” Her maid, Rosalind spoke. “Is it not a great honour to attend?” “I suppose,” Y/n replied as wrangled out of the embellished dress “Yet at the same time it feels so futile. There is no use in pretending, it is simple. I am an imposter.” Rosalind looked up, puzzled as Y/n continued. “I do not feel love, or anything. It feels like business there. No emotions to be had.”

Rosalind stopped pulling down Y/n’s stockings and paused. “Miss, I have been attending to you almost since you first day at this house. You have always been so closed off to everyone, were you like that before the?” She quit her sentence but they both knew she meant the accident. “No, not really” Y/n confessed. “I used to be open and vibrant before it all. It wasn’t even the accident in truth it was the whole combined affair. Not only losing my father but just mere weeks after losing all of the people I had ever known by moving to Mayfair. Even now I feel as though I am playing a role, that one day I might return back to the old house.” Y/n was smiling as she reminisced, unaware Rosalind was done.

“Miss, excuse me for speaking out of term if I do, but you cannot return. You have no reason to. Goodnight” Rosalind shut the door behind her as she left. Y/n sat on the edge of her bed and looked up at the vast array of books on the wall to her right. Tucked away, hidden in the very top corner, was a notebook. A vibrant blue with gold embossing on the spine it seemed to shine in the candlelight. Rolling her bookshelf ladder across to retrieve it she ran her fingers across it, taking in the delicate imprints where the gold pigment lay. After Theo had given her the book, she had never written in it. She had never even seen him after he had given it, seeing as they took no callers for their mourning period and soon moved to Mayfair to be with her new Stepfather. Y/n clinched the book in her hand and contemplated.

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As she snuck out of her family home’s side door and caressed the dim streets of London it dawned on her the severity of what she was doing. She was unsure what would be worse, to encounter a madman alone of fall victim to the quill of Whistledown writing about an unchaperoned outing. She found her way towards Bloomsbury after several wrong turns, and while some landmarks were vaugley familiar, the majority were not. As she entered the only place on a street that had its lights on, a pub, she asked one of the patrons where to find Corral Street. The patron in return said a couple of slurred words, before turning to the stage and cheering some half hearted gibberish as a woman took to the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, If I may steal you from your drinks for just a moment, I find myself compelled to speak on a matter of great importance - the rights of women.” Y/n drew closer, as if entranced, and sat on the second row of benches. “In this new age of enlightenment, where minds are expanding and horizons are broadening, it is imperative that we do not neglect the rights and freedoms of one half of humanity simply based on their gender. For too long, women have been relegated to the sidelines, their voices silenced, their aspirations thwarted by societal norms and expectations. Let us not forget the brave women who have come before us, who fought tirelessly for the rights that we now take for granted. Let us honour their legacy by continuing their struggle, by raising our voices in solidarity until every woman, regardless of class or station, is granted the respect and dignity that is her due!”

The place erupted into cheers, and Y/n joined them, though restrained due to her latter years of education. As she rose up and looked around, confused on where to or how to find directions, her eyes fixed onto a man. Though taller and more rugged than the sensitive boy she once knew, it was undeniable.

It was Theo.

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Omg omg omg wait wait wait idk if anyone ever done this before but imagine meeting Colin on his travels and he thinks he'll never see you again so like yall might have shared a kiss 🤭 and then when Colin goes back him for the season and sees you his brain just short circuits and he's just shocked and his family have no idea why lol

Idk I would just love to see that lmao I love seeing Colin in distress when it comes to the women he loves

Over the sandy dunes - Colin Bridgerton X Reader

A/n : I love this request!!!! I saw it pop up in my inbox and I just HAD to write it ASAP, thank you so much for the request <3

When Colin Bridgerton left London to escape all of the recent turbulent events, he felt he could breathe again. With no Lady Whistledown looking over his shoulder or a hundred debutantes wishing for a dance, he could simply relax. It was in his sixth week abroad when he took rest along the shores of a beach in Greece. He had woken up early to catch the morning sun rise and be alone with his thoughts. He liked the guides he had, but to find true solitude with no one around was a rarity even in the smallest of towns. Laying on his back he stared up at the sky as the stars retreated upwards into the deep blue, and as the first rays of light pricked his noses and ran into his eyes he sat up to gaze upon the marvel.

His view, however, was obstructed. Up ahead was a woman on the beach, standing close to the thrashing sea and wearing a light dress with a lilac shawl that was tussling with the burgeoning winds. Normally he would have hated this interruption as he had woken up early specifically to be alone, but when looking at her form and how she seemed to sway ever so delicately he couldn't help but advance.

“Lovely day, isnt it?” As he uttered these words she quickly spun around in shock, making him realise he was probably far too close for comfort ad taking a step back. As she assessed the moment and relaxed she spoke. “Yes, it is beautiful. I’m sorry, I thought I was alone here.” Colin chuckled. “Did you not see me laying down mere metres behind you?” She joined him in a laugh. “I have been walking along the shore for quite a while now. I fear my gaze was fixed on the horizon, nothing could break me from it.”

A moment of silence fell between them. “Colin Bridgerton” he reached out his hand. “I am unsure if I can give you my familial name, but please, call me Y/n.” She gave him her hand and he planted a soft kiss onto it. “You speak with a similar accent, are you from London?” He enquired. “Not quite. I do have relatives in the city, but I live further North, close to Lincoln.”

Colin broke a smile. “Ah, well then, that explains it.” She looked at him, puzzled yet entertained. “Explains what?”

“Well I was unsure of how I could have never seen a face as beautiful as yours during a ball.” She looked down, and bit her lips. “If I may be honest, I was meant to debut this year, but I find the whole event to be pure drabble.” They shared a laugh. “In truth, I much prefer this to a ball. Endless exploration available at my very fingertips. It’s a wonder, is it not?” She looked at him, then towards the sunset, and she was returning his gaze once more he took her in, kissing her as she cupped his face.

This lasted for only a second before he pulled away. “I apologise, that was improper.” “Mr Bridgerton it was-” Another voice called down towards them from Colins residence. “Mr Bridgerton, there is a matter you must attend to!” Despite looking at his forlorn beau, he ran up the sandy dunes and over the hill, leaving Y/n alone.

Hours later, after sitting with the incident and realising he hadn’t allowed her to speak he ordered a carriage. According to his guided there was only one possible place anyone of her status could stay close by, but when he arrived he was informed that the family had left earlier on in the day, whilst refusing to give them their whereabouts. Upon his return to England he attempted to find her. Asking around if her name was known but without her last name, his efforts turned up nothing.

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Colin fidgeted with his cuff, it had been slightly wrinkled earlier on yet he had no time to change it. He was never really a fan of these events, but knowing that Y/n detested them as well made it worse. The one event they conversed about, yet the subject was how she did not intend to be in attendance. His stomach churned thinking about it. How could he have left? No no, not just left, run up the dunes to get away from her. He had to take a breath and stop himself. It had been a year, he thought, he must move on. As he calmed and took a moment the doors swung open to announce another guest.

“Lady L/n and her daughter, Miss Y/n L/n”

His gaze was transfixed on her. As she came down the stairs her hand grasped by Colin, already a couple of steps up from his eagerness. “Miss Y/n, I believe I owe you a dance” He proclaimed, stroking her finger as he did and wondering about her ring size.

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Hello is it just Colin you are taking requests for?

Absolutely not! I can do anything! <3

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hello could you please write something cute for colin? y/n is kind of a wallflower, she loves to bake (even though that’s not really a norm in that time period) she loves to eat just like colin, she never thought a bridgerton would be interested in her

Recipe for Sweetness -

Colin Bridgerton x Reader

A/n- ahhhhh I love this request so much!!! If anyone has any more pls lmk! <3

Most of the ton had their own vices. For some, it was the scandalous gossip provided by the elusive Lady Whistledown, for others it was late nights spent unchaperoned around a gentleman’s house. Either of these, however indecent, would have been better than her daughter’s hobby, thought Y/N’s mother. Since her debut at the start of the season, Y/N had a small amount of callers whose interest soon fizzled out as her meek personality made them quickly move onto more promising options.

Y/N was never one for dramatics. She hated the idea of a polite society, and even more so being trussed up infront of others in the hopes of finding a husband. To her, it was such a farce. The only solace she found at these events were her two friends, Penelope and Eloise. They had not really known Y/N before the seasons start, but as it neared its close they had all grown to become quite good friends. Sure, they did not understand why Y/N would turn down a promenade to bake in the servants kitchen, even if they themselves were also not in attendance, but they still bonded over their thirst for knowledge and adventure.

On one Monday midday Y/N came to the Bridgerton household. Her chaperone, Marie, held in her hand a three tiered tray of decadent pastries, lovingly baked and hand decorated by Y/N. As Marie went through to the drawing room to set down the desserts Y/N was informed that Eloise was currently out and unable to join her for a tea, though she was more than welcome to wait.

Y/N entered the room and was greeted by Colin Bridgerton, eating a pastry. He turned to her and choked a little bit, as if caught red handed. “I apologise, miss Y/n” he managed to utter. “It’s quite alright Colin, what do you think of them?” Although it somewhat hurt to see her creation be consumed by someone other than the intended party, she thought no harm in staying civil. “They are wonderful, I did not realise they were not our own until I had taken a bit and looked down at the name on the tray. Please, give compliments to your kitchen.”

Y/N smiled, “ Actually, I made them myself” Colin looked at her somewhat bewildered. “You are full of surprises aren’t you?” He replied, his voice filled partially with a slight crack. “However do you mean?” Y/N questioned? He looked into her eyes, truly looked like no other man had, and advanced closer. “You appear as a wallflower at all of the events. Stood in the back, no dance to be had.” Y/n drew a puzzled look onto her face, is this meant to be a compliment? “And yet when I observe you with my sister away from society, you light up, your spark well and truly visible. In some ways I envy my sister, that she is able to make that side of you appear.”

He drew in closer yet again, as the footsteps of Eloise neared, back from promenade. He smiled down at Y/N, and as he left he turned back to her “I would very much like to call upon you tomorrow, of course if Eloise shall allow it.” He chuckled, before passing his sister and leaving.

Having her utterly breathless

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Colin bridgerton one shots anyone? Any ideas pls request them and lmk <3

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Normalize going into people’s ask boxes and ask them random ass questions.

Tumblr used to be so much fun with all the asks (anonymous or otherwise), and we need to bring those back, especially now that we finally have a half-decent blocking feature in place.

Ask people things! Message them! Don’t let tumblr inbox die! It’s one of the features that made tumblr tumblr.

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Whispers of an heiress

Benedict x Y/N

Dear Readers,

As the anticipation for the upcoming season reaches a fever pitch, I find myself compelled to share some intriguing tidings from the esteemed halls of London's high society. Prepare yourselves, for a debutante like no other is set to grace the Ton with her presence.

Whispers of the mysterious and alluring Y/N from the illustrious L/N family have reached my ears, and it appears she is destined to make a striking debut under the watchful eye of none other than the esteemed Bridgerton family. Yes, dear readers, you heard it here first – a debutante who has never tread upon the bustling streets of London is about to take the social scene by storm.

What could have prompted such a debut, you ask? Well, my sources suggest that it is a tale of family connections and newfound alliances. The Bridgertons, known for their impeccable taste and standing in society, seem to have taken Y/N under their wing for the season. One can only wonder what intrigues and scandals will unfold as she navigates the intricate dance of London's high society.

So, fasten your seat belts, dear readers, for the upcoming season promises to be nothing short of captivating. As always, I shall be here, keeping a keen eye on the comings and goings of the Ton, ready to unveil the secrets that lie beneath the glittering facade of Regency London.

Yours in gossip,

Lady Whistledown

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Benedict's insistent voice reverberated through the hallway of the Bridgerton residence, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambiance on the polished surfaces and ornate furnishings. The anticipation of the evening hung in the air like a delicate waltz awaiting its first notes.

Outside Eloise's door, Benedict Bridgerton, his tall frame leaning casually against the banister, called out with a mix of impatience and amusement, "Come on, Eloise, we're all waiting for you. The carriage is practically tapping its wheels in impatience, and you know how punctual Mother insists we must be." Behind the door, muffled sounds suggested Eloise was in the final stages of preparation, her chosen gown rustling with the promise of elegance.

Benedict couldn't help but glance down the hallway, where the rest of the Bridgerton siblings stood in various states of readiness. Anthony, the eldest, adjusted the cuffs of his impeccable coat, while Daphne, ever the picture of grace, exchanged a knowing look with her husband, Simon. Colin, always the adventurer, checked his reflection in a nearby mirror, and Francesca stood by, a portrait of quiet sophistication.

"Honestly, Eloise, if you take any longer, we might miss the entire affair," Benedict called out once more, his tone a playful blend of exasperation and affection. The sound of Eloise's door creaking open heralded her appearance, and Benedict couldn't help but flash a wry grin. "There you are," he remarked, his eyes scanning Eloise's ensemble with approval. "Ready to charm the ton, I presume?"

As the Bridgerton siblings gathered, the anticipation heightened. Carriages lined up outside the residence, their polished exteriors reflecting the warm glow of lanterns that adorned the Bridgerton driveway. Benedict, ever the courteous son, extended a gloved hand toward his mother, ready to assist her into the awaiting carriage.

However, Lady Violet Bridgerton gracefully declined his offer with a knowing smile. "My dear Benedict, I'm afraid I shall be joining you all a bit later. I've decided to wait and personally accompany Y/N tonight. It's her debut, after all, and a lady must make a striking entrance."

"Mother, are you certain?" he inquired, a mixture of curiosity and amusement in his voice. Lady Violet nodded, her eyes sparkling with maternal warmth. "Absolutely, my dear. It's a rare occasion for a debutante, especially one unfamiliar with the intricacies of London society. I want to ensure she feels welcomed and supported on this momentous night."

Benedict couldn't help but smile at his mother's kindness and sense of duty. "Very well, Mother. We shall eagerly await your arrival with Y/N. I'm sure the two of you will make quite the entrance." With a nod, Lady Violet gracefully withdrew from the immediate party, her gaze lingering for a moment on her children before she disappeared into the house once more.

As the carriage rolled smoothly through the gaslit streets of London, Benedict turned to his elder brother, Anthony, his curiosity evident in his expression. "Anthony, pray tell, who is this Y/N from the L/N family that Mother is so keen on escorting tonight? I don't recall her name being part of our usual social circles."

Anthony, ever the responsible head of the Bridgerton household, leaned back against his seat, his gaze momentarily distant. "Y/N is the sole inheritor of the L/N estate. Rumor has it that she's been residing in the countryside, managing the family affairs with a level of competence that has garnered admiration but has kept her out of the bustling whirl of London society."

Benedict's interest piqued, and he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "The countryside, you say? What brings her to London now?" Anthony's expression shifted, a hint of something akin to speculation in his eyes. "It seems she's ready to make her debut, Benedict. Mother has taken it upon herself to introduce her to the ton, ensuring she navigates these waters with the grace befitting a Bridgerton affair. It's a rather unconventional entrance, but Mother has her reasons."

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Can I have one with benedict bridgerton x reader where reader is tired of waiting for Ben and starts talking to someone else and he gets so jealous he says something very mean to her and she doesn't talk to him for days cause she's embarrassed and hurt just angst to fluff please i absolutely love what you write 💙💙

ummmm YES! Love this request!!! if there are any other requests lmk! <3

Too Late - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Benedict Bridgerton took rest in the garden of the Bridgerton estate, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and the pleasant warmth of the afternoon sun. As he contemplated his latest artistic project, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, he saw his younger sister, Eloise Bridgerton, striding towards him with a mischievous smile on her face."Eloise," Benedict greeted her with a curious expression. "What brings you here? Are you in need of my artistic expertise?" He joked

Eloise chuckled and shook her head. "Not this time, dear brother. I have something entirely different to share with you." She pulled out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and waved it in the air. "The newest Lady Whistledown letter." Benedict's eyes widened with surprise and intrigue. Lady Whistledown, the mysterious gossip columnist whose scandalous writings had been the talk of London's high society, was a subject of fascination for many. Benedict was no exception, and he was always eager to learn about the latest scandal or gossip.

"Where did you get this?" he asked, reaching out to take the letter from Eloise's hand.

"I have my sources," Eloise replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But I thought you might enjoy reading it before it circulates throughout the ton."

Benedict unfolded the letter and began to read, his gaze locked on the words that promised to reveal yet another tantalizing secret about the elite of London. Eloise watched him intently, waiting for his reaction.

My Dearest Readers,

It is with equal parts astonishment and excitement that I bring you the latest tidings from the intricate tapestry of London's high society. Prepare yourselves, for this revelation will surely set tongues wagging and hearts aflutter.

Lady Y/N, the epitome of grace and elegance, is rumoured to be on the cusp of matrimony. Yes, dear readers, you heard it right! The diamond of the ton, whose charm and allure have captivated many, has captured the heart of a mysterious Duke.

This news, I must confess, comes as a surprise to your ever-observant Lady Whistledown. For if there was ever a duo destined to find their way into each other's arms, it was Lady Y/N and the dashing Benedict Bridgerton. Their undeniable chemistry and shared adventures were the stuff of romantic tales whispered by the fireside.

Yet, it seems fate has played an unexpected hand, leaving our hearts in a state of sweet melancholy. While Lady Y/N's betrothal has not been publicly announced, my sources assure me that the Duke in question is a man of mystery, cloaked in shadows and secrecy. Who is he? What secrets lie beneath his enigmatic facade? Alas, I find myself yearning for answers just as much as you, dear readers.

But fear not, for your Lady Whistledown shall not rest until every detail is laid bare for your discerning eyes. I shall delve into the depths of this tantalizing affair, uncovering the truth that lies hidden within the shadows. Will Lady Y/N find lasting love and happiness with this mysterious Duke, or is there a twist yet to come in this tale of hearts entwined?

Only time will tell, my dear readers. Until then, keep your ears sharp and your eyes peeled, for the ever-watchful pen of Lady Whistledown shall guide you through the labyrinthine corridors of society, where secrets are whispered and hearts are laid bare.

Yours in Scandalous Intrigue,

Lady Whistledown

Eloise couldn't help but laugh, finding the situation rather amusing. "Can you believe it, Benedict?" she exclaimed, a hint of mischief in her voice. "Lady Whistledown thought you and Y/N would end up together! I must say, I never saw you that way."

Benedict's expression, however, darkened at Eloise's words. He felt a mixture of frustration and hurt, his feelings for Y/N suddenly laid bare. Without saying a word, he abruptly stood up, his face betraying his turmoil, and stormed off, leaving Eloise stunned and regretful for her words.

Realizing the impact of her lighthearted comment, Eloise hurriedly went after Benedict, hoping to mend the situation and offer an apology for her thoughtless remark. She found him in the nearby gazebo, his back turned towards her, his shoulders tense with unspoken emotions.

"Benedict," she called out softly, stepping into the gazebo. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. It was just a jest, and I didn't consider how it might affect you."

Benedict turned around, his gaze a mix of hurt and vulnerability. "Eloise, it's not just a jest," he replied, his voice heavy with emotion. "My feelings for Y/N are more than you realize, seemingly more than I realised. I must go and find y/n immediately"

Benedict stepped out of the carriage, his heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. In his hands, he held a small bouquet of flowers, hastily picked on his way to Y/N's house. Each delicate bloom represented a fragment of his affection, a silent declaration of his feelings.

As he approached the door, his mind replayed their interactions, the stolen glances and conversations that had left an indelible mark on his soul. He knew he couldn't ignore his emotions any longer; he had to be honest with himself and with Y/N. With a deep breath, Benedict raised his hand and rapped lightly on the door. The sound echoed through the corridor, heightening his anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and there stood Y/N, a look of surprise adorning her lovely features.

"Benedict," Y/N exclaimed, her eyes widening at the sight of him. "What a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

Benedict's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his words filled with a newfound determination. "Y/N, I... I couldn't stay silent any longer. These past weeks, I've realized that my feelings for you run deeper than mere friendship." He set the flowers down and took her hands in his.

Y/N's gaze softened, a glimmer of understanding shining in her eyes. "Oh, Benedict," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "I've felt the same way, but I didn't know if you shared those sentiments." Benedict smiled as he gazed into her eyes, but after a moment her hands moved away. “But I’ve already accepted a proposal. More so for my family than myself but still, it’s too late”

Benedict's heart sank as Y/N's words reached his ears."Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and sorrow. "I... I had no idea. I never meant to wait too long or let this chance slip away." Y/N's expression softened, her eyes revealing a glimmer of sadness. "I know you didn't, Benedict. And perhaps we both made assumptions, hoping the other would make a move. But time got away from us."

She took a step away, her voice filled with a bittersweet resolve. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing my family's estate, Benedict. It has been in our family for generations, and I felt the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. An offer came, one that would secure our future and preserve what is dear to me."

Benedict nodded slowly, understanding the difficult choice she had faced. "Y/N, I never wished for you to sacrifice your happiness for the sake of duty. If only I had found the courage to express my feelings sooner..."

Y/N looked away, tears adorning the side of her cheek. "It is not your fault, Benedict. Love is a complicated dance, and sometimes the timing is simply not in our favour. But please know that my heart always held a special place for you."

A mix of emotions coursed through Benedict's veins—sadness, longing, and a tinge of acceptance. He swallowed the lump in his throat and mustered a faint smile. "I'm grateful for your honesty, Y/N. Though our paths may have diverged for now, I sincerely hope that you find the happiness and fulfillment you deserve."

Y/N nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "And I wish the same for you, Benedict. You deserve a love that is true and unwavering."

As the weight of their unspoken dreams hung in the air, they shared a tender moment of understanding. Though their hearts yearned for what could have been, they knew that life had taken them on different journeys, for better or worse.

With a final exchange of lingering glances, Benedict and Y/N silently acknowledged the choices that led them to this point. They embraced, holding on to the memories they had shared, cherishing the connection that time had forged between them.

And as they parted ways, they carried the bittersweet knowledge that sometimes, even the deepest love can succumb to the relentless march of circumstance. But the memory of their connection would forever linger, etched in their hearts as a testament to the unspoken bond that might have been.

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(9) A Gentleman's Pursuit - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

My Dearest Readers,

It appears that a long-awaited reconciliation is underway within the esteemed Bridgerton household. The tempestuous relationship between the eldest Bridgerton brother, Anthony, and his spirited sibling, Benedict, has been a topic of much speculation and gossip. However, I am delighted to report that the icy rift between these two gentlemen seems to be thawing, just in time for the grand ball taking place in their very own residence tonight.

Whispers in the social circles suggest that Anthony and Benedict have engaged in heartfelt conversations, seeking common ground and understanding. Their disagreements have given way to a newfound appreciation for each other's perspectives, and it seems that the bonds of brotherhood are being fortified once more. Such a reunion is a cause for celebration, as unity within the Bridgerton family has always been a matter of great importance to their beloved matriarch, Lady Violet.

As preparations for the ball reach a crescendo, one cannot help but anticipate the atmosphere of harmony and joy that will grace the event. The Bridgerton brothers, once divided, are now united in their shared purpose of hosting an exquisite evening of revelry and enchantment. It is a testament to the power of forgiveness and the strength of familial bonds.

Of course, dear readers, I shall keep a watchful eye on the developments of this captivating saga. Will the renewed harmony between Anthony and Benedict extend beyond the confines of the ballroom? Only time will reveal the depths of their reconciliation and whether it will withstand the tests of the outside world.

As the night unfolds, let us revel in the delights of the Bridgerton ball and witness the triumph of familial love and understanding. May this be an evening of joy, laughter, and newfound unity.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

Eloise and Y/N stood before the full-length mirror in Eloise's room, both clad in exquisite dresses, preparing for the much-anticipated ball. Eloise sighed and turned to Y/N, her expression filled with apprehension. "I can't help but feel a pang of resentment towards this whole courting business. It's as if society expects us to follow a script, to be pursued by suitors without considering our own desires."

Y/N nodded sympathetically, her eyes reflecting understanding. "I know how you feel, Eloise. It can be suffocating to have one's choices dictated by tradition and expectations. But perhaps we can find a way to navigate this season on our own terms."

Eloise smiled appreciatively, knowing that Y/N was a kindred spirit in their shared desire for independence. "You, my dear Y/N, seem to have caught the eye of many suitors. I can't help but wonder if there's a particular brother of the Bridgerton clan who has captured your heart."

Y/N blushed, trying to suppress a smile. "Oh, Eloise, you and your matchmaking schemes! But no, I assure you, my heart remains undecided. It's true that I have spent time with Benedict and have come to appreciate his company, but as for deeper feelings, I am still uncertain."

Eloise's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Uncertain, you say? Well, we shall see how the evening unfolds at the ball. Perhaps with Anthony temporarily out of the picture, Benedict will step up and seize the opportunity."

Y/N laughed, a mixture of amusement and disbelief in her voice. "Oh, Eloise, you do have an imagination! But let us not get ahead of ourselves. Tonight is about enjoying the festivities, dancing, and cherishing the freedom."

They shared a knowing glance. Together, they vowed to approach the ball with a sense of adventure and self-determination, ready to challenge the rigid expectations of society. As they made their way downstairs, anticipation in the air, Y/N couldn't help but wonder what the evening held in store. Would Benedict finally reveal his true intentions? Or would she find herself drawn to someone unexpected? Only time would tell, and for now, she was content to embrace the uncertainty and revel in the excitement of the approaching ball.

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Y/N made her way downstairs, and as she reached the bottom, she noticed Violet Bridgerton overseeing the final preparations for the ball. Y/N approached her with a warm smile. "Ms. bridgerton, is there anything I can do to assist you?" Y/N offered, her voice filled with genuine eagerness.

Violet turned to face her, a hint of relief and gratitude in her eyes. "Oh, my dear Y/N, your timing is impeccable. I could use an extra pair of hands to arrange the flowers. Thank you for offering your help."Y/N nodded, her fingers delicately arranging blooms of vibrant colours. As they worked together, a comfortable silence enveloped them, a shared understanding between two women connected by the bonds of family.

Violet paused for a moment, studying Y/N with a gentle expression. "Y/N, I want you to know how much we value your presence in our lives. You have brought light and joy into our home. We would be proud to have you as part of our family."

Touched by Violet's words, Y/N felt a warmth spreading through her. She knew the Bridgertons had welcomed her with open arms, but to hear such heartfelt sentiments made her heart swell with gratitude.

"Violet, your kindness means the world to me," Y/N replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "The love and acceptance I have found within this family is something I treasure deeply. I am truly grateful." Violet smiled, her eyes sparkling with maternal affection. "You are deserving of every bit of love and happiness, my dear. Tonight, as we gather for the ball, remember that you have our unwavering support. Your choices and desires matter to us."

Y/N's heart swelled with a renewed sense of belonging. She had found a second family in the Bridgertons, a family that embraced her with open hearts and celebrated her individuality. As the final touches were made, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the evening ahead. With Violet by her side, Y/N knew she had found not only a guide and confidante but also a woman who believed in her and her journey towards independence.

As Y/N stood beside Violet, absorbed in their heartfelt conversation, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the foyer. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Eloise burst through the door, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and exasperation. "Y/N, come with me this instant!" Eloise exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency.

Surprised by Eloise's sudden appearance, Y/N allowed herself to be pulled along, her hand firmly clasped in Eloise's grip. Together, they ascended the staircase, their steps echoing in the quiet corridors. As they reached Eloise's room, Y/N noticed the array of dresses, accessories, and makeup scattered across the room. It was clear that Eloise needed help in preparing for the ball, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Eloise, what's the rush?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with laughter. "Do you require assistance with your ensemble?"

Eloise huffed, her frustration apparent. "Yes, indeed! I cannot seem to decide on the perfect gown, and my hair refuses to cooperate. I need your keen eye and expert opinion, Y/N." Y/N couldn't help but smile at Eloise's dramatic flair. She knew that beneath her friends exasperation, there lay a genuine desire for everything to be perfect. Y/N stepped forward, ready to assist in any way she could.

"Alright, Eloise, let's tackle this together," Y/N said, her voice filled with determination. "We'll find the perfect dress and create a hairstyle that will leave everyone in awe. You'll be the belle of the ball." Eloise's eyes softened, a flicker of gratitude shining through. "Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what I would do without you. Sometimes, it feels overwhelming, being the centre of attention. But with you by my side, I feel more confident."

Y/N's heart swelled with warmth. She understood Eloise's struggle, the weight of societal expectations and the desire for autonomy. Together, they would navigate the challenges of the ball and support each other every step of the way. As they spent the next hours preparing, laughter and banter filled the room, dissipating any remaining tension. Y/N delighted in helping Eloise select the perfect gown, carefully arranging her hair in an elegant style that showcased her sister's natural beauty.

When the transformation was complete, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. Eloise looked radiant, her confidence shining through. They linked arms, ready to descend the stairs and face the night that awaited them.

As they stepped into the ballroom, the sound of music and laughter filled the air. Y/N could not help but feel grateful for the bond she shared with Eloise, a friendship that transcended societal expectations and provided unwavering support. Hand in hand, they walked into the festivities, ready to create unforgettable memories and face whatever challenges lay ahead. United in their pursuit of individuality and independence, Y/N and Eloise stood side by side, ready to conquer the ball.

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(8) A Gentleman's Pursuit -Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Dearest Readers,

It seems that the Bridgerton brothers have found themselves entangled in a most unconventional dispute, and the subject of their contention? None other than the captivating Miss Y/N.

Whispers from the household suggest that Anthony and Benedict Bridgerton came to blows, their passions ignited by their conflicting affections for the enigmatic young lady. Eyewitnesses recount a tumultuous scene, where words escalated to actions and brotherly bonds were momentarily forgotten. But what could have driven these distinguished gentlemen to such extremes? It is said that Miss Y/N, with her charm and spirited nature, had inadvertently become the cause of this familial strife. Though the details remain shrouded in secrecy, one thing is certain: emotions ran high and blood was spilled.

In the aftermath of this fateful encounter, Y/N was seen attending to Benedict, her caring nature evident as she tended to his injuries. The servants' whispers and knowing glances have not gone unnoticed, leaving little doubt as to which Bridgerton brother has won the fair lady's heart.

Could this be the moment we have all been waiting for? Has Y/N made her choice, seemingly favouring the wounded and vulnerable Benedict over his elder brother? I shall leave you with these burning questions as I continue to unravel the tangled web of society's affairs.

Remember, dear readers, true love is never without its complications. In matters of the heart, it seems even the esteemed Bridgerton family is not immune to the follies and furies that passion brings.

Yours ever faithfully,

Lady Whistledown

Y/N entered the breakfast room, her gaze immediately drawn to Benedict's now bruised eye. Concern etched across her features, she instinctively took a step toward him, but her motion stalled as she noticed Anthony's piercing glare. Sensing the tension between the brothers, Y/N hesitated for a moment before choosing a seat further away from Benedict.

As she settled at the table, the room felt heavy with unspoken emotions. The once warm and inviting atmosphere had been replaced by an undercurrent of discord. Y/N's heart ached as she glanced between the Bridgerton brothers, caught in the midst of their rivalry over her affections.

Violet, ever perceptive, could no longer bear the strained atmosphere that hung in the room. With a determined expression, she spoke up, her voice carrying a mix of concern and authority. "Enough," Violet declared, her eyes shifting from Anthony to Benedict. "This tension between you two cannot go on. It's tearing our family apart."

Benedict, looking weary and defeated, attempted to interject, but Anthony, his anger still simmering, abruptly rose from his seat and stormed out of the room. The door echoed with his departure, leaving a palpable void in his wake. As the silence settled, Benedict's gaze followed his brother's path before he sighed heavily, resigned to the situation. Feeling the weight of the conflict, he quietly excused himself and retreated to his room, seeking solace and reflection.

Left in the wake of their turmoil, Y/N felt a pang of sadness and helplessness. She wished for a resolution, for the harmony that had once graced the Bridgerton household to be restored. But it seemed that the rift between the brothers was deeper than she could have anticipated.

She turned her attention to Violet, who wore a troubled expression. Y/N could see the worry etched on her face, the concern for her sons and the wellbeing of their family. It was clear that Violet longed for peace and unity as much as anyone.

Violet Bridgerton watched the retreating figures of her son, Anthony, and the solemn departure of Benedict. Concern etched deeply into her features as she contemplated the rift that had formed between her beloved children. It was a burden she could no longer bear in silence. Turning her attention to Y/N, who sat nearby with a heavy heart, Violet reached out and gently touched her hand. Her voice carried a mixture of motherly affection and an urgent plea.

"Y/N, my dear," Violet said, her voice tinged with both worry and hope. "Would you be willing to talk to Anthony? Perhaps your words can reach him, where mine seem to fall short. We need him to understand the importance of healing our family." Y/N met Violet's gaze, sensing the weight of her request. Understanding the gravity of the situation and the importance of familial unity, she nodded with a determined look in her eyes.

"I will speak to him, Lady Bridgerton," Y/N replied, her voice steady and resolute. "I'll do my best to help him see reason and find a way to bridge the divide."

Violet offered a grateful smile, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N," she whispered. "Your presence has brought a light to our lives, and I believe you have the power to bring it back."

With a sense of purpose, Y/N rose from her seat, ready to face the challenging task ahead. She felt the weight of responsibility upon her shoulders, knowing that her words could potentially mend the fragile bonds of the Bridgerton family.

As she walked away, Y/N carried with her a flicker of hope. Hope that through open dialogue, understanding, and a touch of compassion, the love that had been overshadowed by discord could once again shine brightly within the walls of the Bridgerton household.

"Anthony!" Y/N called out, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and determination. She quickened her pace, closing the distance between them as she reached out a hand to touch his arm, silently pleading for him to halt. Anthony turned around, his features reflecting a mix of surprise and reluctance. He had expected Y/N to keep her distance after the altercation, but her persistence caught him off guard. He waited, reluctantly, as she caught up to him.

"Please, Anthony," Y/N implored, her voice soft yet filled with sincerity. "Let's talk. We cannot let this divide us any longer. Your family needs us to find a resolution."

Anthony's gaze softened as he looked into her eyes, searching for answers and reassurance. He had grown accustomed to shielding himself from vulnerability, but Y/N's unwavering presence compelled him to let his guard down. With a sigh, Anthony nodded, reluctantly agreeing to the conversation she sought. "Very well," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and hope. "Let's find a quiet spot where we can speak privately."

Together, they veered away from the crowded paths of the estate, seeking solace amidst the serenity of the garden. As they walked, Y/N's heart raced with a mix of trepidation and determination, knowing that the words she would share held the power to shape their future.

They found a secluded bench nestled beneath a blossoming tree, the fragrant petals drifting gently through the air around them. Anthony's voice trembled slightly as he revealed the haunting memory that had shaped his view on love and marriage. "I was faced with an impossible choice when my father passed," He confessed, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I had to decide between saving my mother or the child she carried, a sibling I might have never known. In that moment, I realized the weight of responsibility and the potential heartbreak that accompanies love."

Y/N listened intently, her heart aching for the pain Anthony had carried within him for so long. She reached out, her hand finding his and offering solace in her touch. "I understand your fears, Anthony," Y/N said gently, her voice filled with compassion. "But love doesn't have to be synonymous with heartbreak or impossible choices. It can be a source of strength and support, a partnership where both parties uplift and care for each other."

Anthony looked into her eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and realization crossing his features. "You're right," he murmured, his voice laced with a newfound conviction. "I have been holding onto a skewed perception of love, one born out of fear and pain. But I see now that I should aspire to find a love that brings joy, not sorrow." Their conversation continued, unravelling layers of vulnerability, doubts, and hopes. Anthony opened himself up to the possibility of a genuine connection, of a love that transcended duty and expectation. In that intimate space, they shared their dreams, their fears, and their aspirations.

As the conversation drew to a close, Y/N smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Anthony, I believe it's time to apologize to Benedict," she suggested, her voice gentle but firm. "He deserves to hear your truth and to see the growth and change within you." Anthony nodded, his expression a mix of gratitude and determination. "You're right, Y/N," he acknowledged, his voice filled with sincerity. "I need to make amends and show him that I've learned from my mistakes."

With newfound clarity and a renewed sense of purpose, Anthony and Y/N rose from the bench, their hands still intertwined. Together, they walked back to the Bridgerton residence, ready to confront their family, their past actions, and to pave the way for a future.

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Anthony made his way to Benedict's room. He paused outside the closed door, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and summon the courage to face his brother. The weight of his actions and the pain he had caused Benedict weighed heavily on his conscience. As he entered the room, Anthony found Benedict sitting by the window, lost in his own thoughts. Benedict's eyes flickered with surprise and guarded caution as Anthony approached, unsure of his brother's intentions.

"Benedict," Anthony began, his voice filled with sincerity and regret. "I have come to apologize, truly and deeply, for my actions and the way I have made you feel."

Benedict glanced up, his expression softening as he listened to his brother's words. He remained silent, giving Anthony the opportunity to continue. "I see now that I have been blind to the pain I have caused you," Anthony continued, his voice tinged with remorse. "I allowed my own fears and insecurities to cloud my judgment and hurt the one person I care about deeply. I should have respected your feelings and supported your connection with Y/N."

Benedict's gaze softened, and he nodded slowly, accepting Anthony's words. "It hurt, Anthony," he admitted, his voice carrying a trace of vulnerability. "But I also understand the struggle you faced. We are brothers, and love should never be a competition between us."

Anthony's shoulders sagged with relief, grateful for Benedict's understanding. "Thank you, Benedict," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." Benedict's eyes met Anthony's, the weight of their shared history and bond shining through. "I forgive you, Anthony," he said, his voice carrying the weight of their brotherly love. "Let us move forward and support one another, for the sake of our family and our happiness."

As the two brothers embraced, a sense of healing and reconciliation washed over them. They had weathered a storm of misunderstandings and hurt, but their bond remained unbreakable. United in their love for each other and their desire for Y/N's happiness, they set aside their differences and began to rebuild the bridges that had been strained.

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(7) A Gentleman's Pursuit - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

My dearest readers,

It seems that the halls of the illustrious Bridgerton household are not immune to the occasional outburst of passionate disagreement. Whisperings have reached my ears about a heated argument that took place between none other than the dashing Anthony Bridgerton and the ever-charming Benedict Bridgerton.

What could have caused such a rift between these two brothers, known for their amiable disposition? Ah, the ever-elusive topic of love, my dear readers. It appears that the subject of their disagreement may indeed revolve around a certain young lady who has caught their attention. Could it be the captivating Y/N, who has ensnared the hearts of many?

The details of their argument remain shrouded in secrecy, but whispers suggest that it may concern matters of the heart. Could Anthony and Benedict find themselves at odds over the affections of our intriguing young lady? Oh, the tangled webs of love and desire that ensnare us all!

In the corridors of the Bridgerton household, tension lingers in the air, hinting at a rivalry that may extend beyond mere brotherly affection. What will be the outcome of this quarrel, dear readers? Only time will reveal the depths of their emotions and the path their hearts will choose to follow.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

Y/N descended the grand staircase of the Bridgerton residence, her anticipation bubbling within her. She had expected to see Anthony waiting for her, ready to embark on their planned outing to the races. However, her eyes met those of Benedict, who stood at the foot of the stairs wearing a sincere yet somber expression.

Confusion painted Y/N's features as she approached Benedict. "Where is Anthony? I thought he was joining me for the races." Benedict's gaze met hers, a nervous excitement shining in his eyes. "I regret to inform you that Anthony has fallen ill, Y/N. He insisted that I take his place and accompany you instead."

Surprise flickered across Y/N's face, intermingled with worry for Anthony's well-being. "Is he alright? Shouldn't we be tending to him?" Benedict offered a reassuring smile. "Fear not, Y/N. He assures me that it's nothing serious, just a temporary indisposition. But he insisted that you should not miss out on the enjoyment of the races, and entrusted me with the task of accompanying you in his stead."

Y/N settled into the carriage, her heart still fluttering from the unexpected turn of events. As Benedict took his seat beside her, he couldn't help but notice a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. He spoke gently, his voice filled with genuine concern, "Are you truly alright, Y/N? I can still check on Anthony if you wish." He had begun to doubt himself, thinking perhaps he should allow Anthony to take y/n instead. Y/N's hand reached out, softly placing it on top of Benedict's, a warm smile gracing her lips. "Benedict, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but I genuinely enjoy your company. I believe today will be a delightful experience, even without Anthony's presence."

Benedict's eyes met hers, the air between them crackled with a magnetic pull, their connection growing stronger. In that fleeting moment, it seemed as if they were on the verge of sharing a tender kiss, their hearts aligned in an unspoken understanding. However, before their lips could meet, the carriage door swung open, revealing Eloise with a mischievous grin. "Good news, dear brother! Penelope and I have decided to join you on this little adventure." Benedict's annoyance flickered across his face, a fleeting shadow that he struggled to conceal. Y/N, too, felt a tinge of disappointment at the interruption. She withdrew her hand from Benedict's, a sense of unfulfilled possibility lingering in the air.

Nonetheless, Y/N composed herself quickly, a smile plastered on her face. "How delightful, Eloise! The more, the merrier. I'm sure it will be a memorable day for all of us." Benedict's frustration was evident, but he masked it with a forced smile. "Indeed, a day of unexpected companionship."

With Eloise and Penelope joining their carriage, the dynamics of the outing shifted, the intimate connection between Y/N and Benedict momentarily set aside. The anticipation of the races mingled with the bittersweet understanding that the course of the day had taken an unforeseen turn.

As the carriage rumbled on, Y/N's thoughts were a swirl of conflicting emotions. She couldn't help but wonder what might have been had Eloise not intervened, and if the unspoken connection between her and Benedict would ever have the chance to fully blossom. The races awaited them, and Y/N resolved to make the most of the day, cherishing the unexpected moments that would inevitably unfold.

The carriage came to a halt, the excitement of the races permeating the air. Eloise and Penelope eagerly disembarked, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the bustling crowd. Benedict, however, gently held Y/N back for a moment, his gaze filled with a mix of remorse and longing. "Y/N, I must apologize," Benedict began, his voice laced with sincerity. "I should not have allowed the moment to almost carry us away. It was inappropriate, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Y/N's eyes softened, her hand instinctively reaching up to cup Benedict's face. "Benedict, there's nothing to apologize for. The intensity of our connection took us both by surprise. Let's cherish the memory without regrets."A tender smile graced her lips as she withdrew her hand, leaving Benedict momentarily speechless. With a sense of resolution, Y/N stepped forward, moving past him to catch up with Eloise and Penelope, her heart brimming with anticipation for the day's festivities.

Benedict watched her go, his mind filled with a mixture of awe and regret. He stood there for a moment, captivated by her grace and understanding. It was a moment he would replay in his mind, a bittersweet reminder of the unexplored possibilities that danced between them. Taking a deep breath, Benedict composed himself and followed in Y/N's footsteps, determined to make the most of the day and perhaps, in his own time, find a way to navigate the uncharted waters of his heart.

As Eloise stood by the race tracks, her gaze fixed on the exhilarating sight of the horses thundering by, Penelope's attention seemed to be elsewhere. She turned her gaze toward Y/N and Benedict, who stood a short distance away. Penelope's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued by the dynamic between them. She watched as Y/N and Benedict shared glances, their gestures filled with an unspoken connection. A wistful smile tugged at the corners of Penelope's lips as she whispered to herself, "They look in love."

Though Penelope remained discreet, her observant nature allowed her to catch glimpses of the unspoken bond between Y/N and Benedict. It was a bittersweet realization, tinged with her own unspoken affections. She silently compared the looks shared between them to that shared by her and Colin. In that moment, Penelope found solace in her observations, content to cherish the fleeting glimpses of affection between Y/N and Benedict.

As the exhilarating races unfolded, fate seemed to play its own hand, resulting in Benedict's horse losing the race while Y/N's emerged victorious. With a playful sparkle in her eyes, Y/N couldn't resist teasing Benedict about his horse's misfortune.

"Well, it seems luck wasn't on your side today, Benedict," she teased, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. "Perhaps next time, you'll have better odds." Benedict chuckled, his gaze locked with hers. "I suppose I'll have to make it up to you somehow, won't I?" Before Y/N could respond, Eloise leaned in, her voice barely audible as she whispered a remark that caught Benedict's attention. Her words carried a hint of mischief and approval, leaving him momentarily speechless.

A faint blush coloured Benedict's cheeks as he glanced at Eloise, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. He quickly recovered, meeting Y/N's gaze with newfound resolve. Curiosity sparked within Y/N as she noticed the sudden shift in Benedict's demeanour. She couldn't help but wonder what Eloise had whispered to him, and a playful grin tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Come on, Benedict," she prodded, a hint of mischief in her voice. "You can't leave me in suspense like this. What did Eloise say?" Benedict's eyes twinkled with a mix of amusement and secrecy. He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm afraid that's a secret between Eloise and me. I can't give away all our whispered exchanges, now can I?"

Y/N playfully pouted, feigning disappointment. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to find out on my own then." Benedict's gaze softened, his expression filled with affection. "Maybe someday, I'll tell you," he replied, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability.

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As the group made their way towards the exit, the crowd began to thin, allowing for easier navigation through the bustling event. Just as they were about to step out of the race grounds, a distinguished figure approached them. It was the Duke of Worthshire, a suitor Y/N had encountered before. The Duke wore a polite smile, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he addressed Y/N. "Lady Y/N, I must confess my disappointment that our potential union did not come to fruition."

Y/N's brows furrowed in confusion. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, but I'm not quite sure what you mean. We never agreed to marry, it was only a possibility of engagement." The Duke's gaze shifted, briefly locking onto Benedict, before returning to Y/N. "Ah, but you see, Lady Y/N, it was your host, Lord Anthony, who assured me that he had plans to propose to you himself. In light of that, I agreed to step aside and not pursue a formal engagement."

Surprise washed over Y/N's features, and she glanced at Benedict, who seemed equally bewildered by the Duke's revelation. The pieces started to fall into place, revealing a complex web of hidden intentions. "I... I was unaware of Lord Anthony's intentions," Y/N responded, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "But regardless, Your Grace, I appreciate your honesty and understanding."

The Duke nodded, a touch of regret in his eyes. "Indeed, Lady Y/N. It seems there was some miscommunication between us. Perhaps it is for the best. I wish you happiness in whatever path you choose." With a courteous bow, the Duke bid his farewell and turned to walk away, leaving Y/N and Benedict in a state of contemplation. "I had no idea Anthony had made such claims," Y/N murmured, her voice filled with a blend of surprise and frustration.

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As they continued their journey back to the Bridgerton household, Y/N and Benedict sat side by side, sharing a silent understanding.

Benedict's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he sought out his older brother, Anthony, in the Bridgerton household. He found him in the study, a stern expression etched across his features.

"Anthony, we need to talk," Benedict stated firmly, his voice laced with an unmistakable edge.

Anthony raised an eyebrow, his tone guarded. "What is it, Benedict?"

Benedict crossed his arms, his frustration barely contained. "I just had a conversation with the Duke of Worthshire, Anthony. He claims that you assured him you were planning to propose to Y/N."

Anthony's eyes widened momentarily, but he quickly regained his composure. "Benedict, I assure you, I had no intention of misleading the Duke or anyone else. There must be some misunderstanding."

Benedict's jaw tightened, his disbelief evident. "Misunderstanding or not, your actions have consequences, Anthony. You may have unintentionally jeopardized Y/N's chances of finding genuine happiness." Anthony's gaze softened, understanding the weight of his brother's words. "Benedict, I may not have handled things as I should have, and for that, I apologize. But I love Y/N like a friend, and my intentions were never to hinder her happiness."

Benedict let out a frustrated sigh, his anger dissipating into a mix of disappointment and concern. "It's not just about your intentions, Anthony. It's about the impact your actions can have. Y/N deserves the chance to make her own choices, to find a love that is genuine and reciprocated."

Meanwhile, in her quiet solitude upstairs, Y/N reflected on the day's events. The revelations and encounters had stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her, leaving her uncertain yet determined. As she lay in bed, contemplating her future, she silently vowed to navigate the complexities of her heart and make decisions guided by her own desires.

As the heated exchange between Anthony and Benedict escalated, fueled by their conflicting emotions and mounting frustrations, their words eventually gave way to physical confrontation. Their brotherly bond strained under the weight of their disagreement, and they found themselves locked in a struggle that spilled beyond the confines of the study.

The sounds of their scuffle echoed through the Bridgerton household, reaching the ears of Y/N, who had been restlessly pacing in her room, unable to ignore the escalating tension. Her heart pounded with worry as she hurriedly made her way downstairs, fear and concern etched across her features.

As Y/N reached the scene of the altercation, her voice trembled with urgency. "Anthony! Benedict! Stop!" she called out, her voice cutting through the chaos.

The brothers froze momentarily, their gazes shifting towards Y/N, a mix of surprise and remorse washing over their faces. Benedict, still grappling with Anthony, released his hold, stepping back, his chest heaving with exertion.

Y/N rushed forward, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and disappointment. "What is happening? Why are you fighting?" she pleaded, her voice filled with a blend of worry and frustration.

Anthony's features twisted with a mix of remorse and frustration as he glanced at Benedict. "Y/N, it's complicated," he began, struggling to find the right words to explain their disagreement. Benedict, his anger washing away, met Y/N's gaze with a pained expression. "Y/N, we were arguing about you, about your happiness and the choices that lie before you," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret.

Y/N's brows furrowed, her voice laced with confusion. "Me? Why would you fight over me?"

As she looked at Benedict she saw his nose was bloodied, and she stepped down the stairs closer to him. “It was improper of me to expect your hand before it was said, I apologise.” Anthony rushed out ashamed, leaving y/n stood next to Benedict in the hallway. As she went to grab his hand she saw his knuckles were bruised and bloody and covered her mouth in shock. He withdrew his hands and ran up the stairs to the confines of his room.

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Y/N approached Benedict's door with a gentle knock, her heart still heavy with the aftermath of the altercation. When there was no response, she cautiously pushed open the door, finding him sitting by the window, his face a mixture of shame and disappointment. "Benedict," she softly called his name, stepping into the room, her presence a soothing balm to the wounds, both seen and unseen. She carried a basin of water and a clean cloth in her hands, a gesture of care and concern.

His gaze lifted, meeting hers, a mixture of surprise and gratitude evident in his eyes. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of emotions. Setting the basin and cloth down on a nearby table, Y/N approached Benedict with a reassuring smile. "I thought you could use some care," she said gently, reaching out to take the cloth and dip it into the water.

Benedict watched her with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude, allowing her to tend to his injuries. As she gently dabbed at his bloodied nose and hands, her touch was gentle and soothing, her presence a calming presence amidst the storm that had unfolded. "I'm sorry, Y/N," Benedict spoke, his voice filled with remorse. "I let my frustrations get the best of me, and I never wanted to cause this kind of chaos."

Y/N's expression softened as she continued her ministrations. "We all make mistakes, Benedict," she said softly. "What matters is that we learn from them and strive to be better." Benedict nodded, his eyes fixed on her face, his heart filled with a mixture of admiration and gratitude. "You have a way of seeing the best in people, Y/N. Even when we falter, you extend your forgiveness and understanding."

Y/N's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and curiosity upon hearing this. She settled back slightly, maintaining a respectful distance, yet her gaze remained locked with his. "Benedict," she began, her voice soft and filled with a hint of vulnerability, "why do you care for me so deeply? We've been through so much together, and I've always appreciated your friendship, but..."

Benedict took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering as he sought the right words. "Y/N, it's true. I care for you more than I can put into words. Your spirit, your strength, your unwavering pursuit of independence—it has captivated me from the moment we met."

A mixture of emotions swirled within Y/N's heart as she listened intently. She recognized the depth of his feelings, yet understood his hesitation. "But," Benedict continued, his voice laced with a touch of melancholy, "I've held back because I know how important your independence is to you. I don't want to push my feelings upon you or become an obstacle in your journey."

Y/N's words hung in the air, poised on the precipice of a heartfelt confession, when the study door swung open. Colin's concerned expression immediately replaced the air of intimacy that had enveloped the room. Colin's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him—the bloodied washcloth in Y/N's hand, the vulnerable expression on Benedict's face. "What on earth happened here?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Y/N, caught off guard by Colin's sudden presence, quickly composed herself and stepped away from Benedict. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her expression a mix of embarrassment and apprehension. "I... I was just checking on Benedict," she stammered, her voice slightly unsteady. "He had a bit of a scuffle earlier. I was helping him clean up."

Colin's gaze shifted from Y/N to Benedict, his brows furrowing with concern. "Benedict, are you alright? What happened?" Benedict straightened himself, his voice steady as he replied, "I'm fine, Colin. Just a minor altercation, nothing to worry about."

Y/N, feeling the weight of the tension in the room, took a deep breath. She mustered the courage to address Colin directly. "I'll leave you both to talk," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of disappointment and reluctance. Without waiting for a response, Y/N swiftly turned and made her way out of the study, her steps quick and purposeful. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts, to process the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed her during that brief encounter.

As she stepped outside into the cool evening air, she took a moment to lean against a nearby wall, her heart still racing. The conflicting feelings of hope, uncertainty, and the weight of unspoken words danced within her. Y/N knew she had unfinished business with Benedict, but for now, it was important to give Colin and Benedict the space they needed to address the situation. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the present moment, and made a silent promise to revisit the conversation when the time was right.

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(6) A Gentleman's Pursuit - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Dearest readers,

It seems that love is in the air at the Bridgerton residence, or so the staff believes. Whispers among the household suggest that a certain young lady, who shall remain nameless for now thought I am sure you can piece it together, has captured the hearts of one of the Bridgerton men. The staff's observant eyes and attentive ears have born witness to secret conversations and stolen glances, leading them to believe that love's arrow has found its mark within the walls of this esteemed household.

However, what puzzles this gossipmonger is that while this mysterious lady has turned down a proposal from the Duke of Worthshire, she has yet to display any significant interest in another suitor. It is a curious matter, for one would expect a young woman of her calibre and charm to be pursued by eager suitors vying for her affection. Yet, she remains coy and elusive, keeping her intentions hidden from those who are captivated by her presence.

I must admit, dear readers, that I find it quite intriguing. Is she waiting for a true connection to ignite her heart, or is there something more to her story? Perhaps she longs for a love that defies societal expectations or an unconventional union that challenges the norms of the ton. Only time will reveal the secrets she holds close to her chest.

In matters of the heart, it is not for me to dictate the paths one should take. Love is a delicate dance, and each individual must choose their own partner. Yet, I implore this mysterious lady to consider the possibilities that lie before her. The world is filled with suitors, some bold and some hidden in plain sight. The heart is a fragile thing, and it yearns to be filled with the warmth of affection.

So, dear readers, let us watch and wait, as I continue to keep my eyes and ears open for any developments in this enchanting tale. Will our elusive lady find the courage to seize her own happiness, or will she forever be adrift in the sea of unanswered proposals? Only time will tell.

Yours ever faithfully,

Lady Whistledown

As Eloise and Y/N strolled through the estates gardens, they found themselves engrossed in a lively discussion about the recent letter from Lady Whistledown. The words and implications had sparked curiosity and speculation between the two. "I can't help but wonder, Y/N," Eloise began, her voice filled with intrigue, "do you think Lady Whistledown's letter could be referring to you?"

Y/N paused for a moment, contemplating Eloise's question. "It's certainly a possibility," she replied thoughtfully. "After all, the mention of the Duke of Worthshire and the hint of an undisclosed love interest align with certain aspects of my current situation." Eloise raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "But let's not forget, Y/N, that Lady Whistledown is known for her cunning and misdirection. Perhaps the letter is meant to mislead us, to keep us guessing."

Y/N nodded, considering Eloise's perspective. "You may be onto something, Eloise. Lady Whistledown has a way of weaving mysteries within her words. It's entirely possible that she's intentionally leading us astray." The two friends continued their leisurely walk, each lost in their own thoughts. Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that the letter was meant for her, while Eloise entertained the possibility that it was a clever ruse. As the gardens enveloped them in tranquility, Y/N and Eloise would continue to ponder the letter's meaning. The path to discovering the truth, however, would not be an easy one. They would have to navigate the labyrinth of rumors and revelations, unmasking the enigma that Lady Whistledown presented.

As Y/N and Eloise continued their stroll through the picturesque gardens, their conversation took an intriguing turn towards the identity of Lady Whistledown. The topic of speculation and gossip had captured their attention, and they couldn't help but indulge in theories. "Y/N, have you considered who Lady Whistledown could be?" Eloise asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Y/N pondered for a moment before replying, "Well, there are many theories circulating, but one name that comes to mind is Penelope Featherington."

Eloise's expression turned incredulous, and she chuckled softly. "Penelope? Oh, Y/N, surely you can't be serious. Penelope is the shyest, most reserved person I know. It's inconceivable to think she could be the infamous Lady Whistledown." Y/N tilted her head, a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes. "But isn't that precisely what would make it the perfect disguise? No one would suspect her, and she has access to so much information within the Featherington household."

Eloise shook her head, dismissing the notion. "I understand your reasoning, but it simply can't be true. Penelope is too good-natured, too innocent to carry out such a scheme." Their debate continued, weaving through various possibilities and suspicions. As they explored different potential identities for Lady Whistledown, the truth remained elusive, teasing them from the shadows.

As they strolled through the gardens, Eloise turned to Y/N with a warm smile. "You know, Y/N, I'm truly delighted that you're staying with us for the season. It brings me joy to have you as part of our family, even if just for a little while." Y/N returned the smile, feeling a swell of affection for her dear friend. "And I'm equally grateful to be here, Eloise. Your family has been so welcoming, and I've cherished every moment spent with all of you."

They noticed Anthony approaching them from a distance. Eloise's eyes twinkled mischievously, and she leaned closer to Y/N, lowering her voice playfully. "You know, sometimes I wish you could become an honorary Bridgerton. Imagine the chaos it would cause!" Y/N couldn't help but laugh at Eloise's remark, her eyes glancing towards Anthony as he drew nearer. "Oh, Eloise, I think your brothers have caused enough chaos as it is. But I must admit, it's a tempting thought."

Eloise chuckled, giving Y/N a knowing look before excusing herself with a playful wave. "I'll leave you to your conversation, Y/N. Remember, I'm always here if you need me. Just call for me." Y/N watched as Eloise walked away, a fondness filling her heart for her spirited friend. As Anthony approached, she greeted him with a warm smile, the lighthearted banter with Eloise still lingering in her mind.

"Y/N, I have a proposition for you," he began, his voice filled with a hint of excitement. "How would you like to join me for a day of horse racing?” Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at his invitation. Her curiosity got the better of her as she asked, "Who else is coming, Anthony? Will it be a large gathering?"

To her surprise, Anthony's expression softened, and he replied, "No, it will just be the two of us. A chance for some quality time together."

A playful glimmer danced in Y/N's eyes as she let out a soft laugh. "Oh, Anthony, some might see it as you courting me. Are you sure you're ready for such speculation?" Anthony joined in her laughter, his own chuckle hinting at a hint of mischief. While he did not directly deny the notion, his response was laced with a playful tone. "Well, let them speculate, Y/N. I'm more interested in enjoying your company and the thrill of the races."

Y/N's smile grew wider, a mix of excitement and intrigue filling her. She nodded in agreement, accepting his invitation. "It sounds like an adventure, Anthony. I'd be delighted to join you."

And with that, their plans for the horse racing excursion were set, the anticipation building as they ventured into a realm where their connection might deepen, and the possibility of courtship danced tantalizingly in the air.

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As Y/N made her way upstairs to prepare for the horse racing event, Anthony discreetly motioned for Benedict to join him in the study. Curiosity etched on his face, Benedict followed his brother, wondering what urgent matter required their private conversation. Once inside the study, Anthony closed the door behind them, his voice low and serious. "Benedict, I have made arrangements to go to the races with Y/N. It will be just the two of us."

Benedict's brows furrowed in confusion, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. "But why didn't you invite me, Anthony? I enjoy horse racing as much as the next person." Anthony paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on Benedict's face. "This... this is something I need to do alone, Benedict. It's... it's about Y/N."

As Benedict processed Anthony's revelation about his intention to court Y/N, a flicker of annoyance crossed his features. He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment mixed with protectiveness towards his dear friend Y/N. With a furrowed brow, Benedict spoke up, his tone laced with concern.

"Anthony, are you certain about this? Courting Y/N is a serious matter, and it's not something to be taken lightly. She deserves someone who will truly appreciate and cherish her. Are you capable of that?"

Anthony's eyes met Benedict's, his gaze filled with a mix of determination and conviction. "Benedict, I understand your concerns, and I assure you, I've thought long and hard about this. Y/N is an extraordinary woman, and I genuinely believe we could be well-suited. I don't plan on treating her lightly or leading her on. My intentions are genuine."

As Benedict's frustration grew, his words carried a tinge of bitterness. "Genuine? What is genuine about courting a woman with the intention of marrying without true love? Is that the example you wish to set, Anthony? To enter into a union that lacks genuine affection and connection?" Anthony's expression hardened as he countered, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "You presume to know my intentions, Benedict. This isn't about entitlement or getting everything I want. I believe Y/N and I can find common ground, respect, and build something meaningful. Love can grow, even if it's not immediate."

Benedict's eyes narrowed, his voice filled with determination. "But why settle for less? Y/N deserves a love that is passionate, profound, and real. She deserves to be cherished and adored by someone who truly loves her, not just someone who seeks convenience or social expectations." The tension between the brothers thickened as they stood their ground, their differing perspectives on love and relationships clashing. Benedict's frustration stemmed from his own unrequited feelings for Y/N, a yearning for a love he believed was possible. Anthony, on the other hand, saw an opportunity to form a partnership that could lead to contentment and companionship.

"Anthony, I've seen the depth of your emotions and the capacity you have to love," Benedict argued, his voice tinged with earnestness. "Don't settle for a hollow union. Don't deny yourself the chance to experience a love that ignites your soul and brings you true joy." Anthony's features softened, his gaze meeting Benedict's with a mix of resignation and understanding. "Perhaps you're right, Benedict. Perhaps I've become too accustomed to taking the practical path. But I believe I can find happiness with Y/N, even if it's not the grand passion you speak of."

As the weight of their disagreement settled upon them, Anthony's expression softened, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He took a deep breath, contemplating Benedict's words, and finally nodded. "You're right, Benedict," Anthony admitted, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and acceptance. "I may have been too focused on my own plans and desires. If you believe you can offer Y/N the kind of love she deserves, then perhaps it's only fair that you take her to the races."

Surprise flickered across Benedict's face, mingled with gratitude. He hadn't expected Anthony to concede so easily. "Are you sure?" Benedict asked, a touch of caution in his voice. Anthony's smile was tinged with bittersweetness. "Yes, I am sure. It is time for me to reassess my priorities and consider what truly matters. Y/N's happiness is at the forefront of my mind, and if you believe you can give her what I cannot, then I won't stand in your way."

Relief washed over Benedict, mingled with a sense of responsibility. He knew the weight of this opportunity, the chance to show Y/N a different side of love, a love that could potentially flourish between them. But he also felt a pang of guilt, aware of the sacrifices Anthony was making. "I won't take this lightly, Anthony," Benedict assured him, his voice filled with sincerity. "I will do everything in my power to make Y/N happy and give her the love she deserves." Anthony's gaze held Benedict's for a moment, a mix of gratitude and wistfulness in his eyes. "I know you will, Benedict. Take care of her, and may the both of you find the happiness that has eluded me."

With an unspoken understanding passing between them, the weight of their shared responsibility and unrequited feelings hung heavy in the air. Benedict nodded, his gratitude evident as he silently acknowledged the sacrifices Anthony was making for the sake of Y/N's happiness.

As they parted ways, Benedict couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation and excitement. The opportunity lay before him to prove himself, to show Y/N the depth of his love and devotion. He only hoped that his genuine feelings and unwavering commitment would be enough to win her heart.

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(5) A Gentleman's Pursuit - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

My Dearest Readers,

It appears that scandalous events continue to unfold within the esteemed Bridgerton household, leaving me with no choice but to put pen to paper once again. I must report a most intriguing sight witnessed by a few late-night wanderers in the vicinity of the Bridgerton estate. It seems that Miss Y/N, the charming guest who has captured the attention of the Bridgerton brothers, was spotted gallivanting about in the company of none other than Colin, Benedict, and Anthony Bridgerton.

What makes this encounter truly scandalous, dear readers, is not merely the late hour or the peculiar entourage but the attire worn by Miss Y/N. Eyewitnesses claim that she was seen donning men's clothing, specifically a shirt and breeches, causing quite the stir among the more conservative members of our esteemed society. One can only speculate on the nature of their nocturnal escapade, but it certainly raises eyebrows and leaves tongues wagging.

In other news, the Bridgerton family faces another intriguing development. It appears that Anthony Bridgerton, the eldest and most protective of the brothers, is set to meet with none other than the Duke of Worthshire, who has expressed a desire to propose to Miss Y/N. While some might view this as a potential avenue for Miss Y/N's independence and happiness, I must admit, dear readers, that I am plagued with doubts.

Could it be that Anthony Bridgerton's motives in arranging this meeting are not entirely noble? Lady Whistledown dares to question whether the dashing Viscount has his own designs on Miss Y/N. Is it possible that his intentions are to thwart the Duke's advances and secure the young lady's hand for himself? Only time will tell, and Lady Whistledown will be watching with bated breath.

For now, it seems that Miss Y/N's future hangs in the balance, caught between the desires of the Duke, the intentions of Anthony Bridgerton, and her own hopes for independence. Will she find the freedom and happiness she seeks, or will she become entangled in a web of societal expectations and conflicting interests?

Oh, dear readers, the plot thickens, and Lady Whistledown shall be ever vigilant in uncovering the truth behind these intriguing developments. Until next time, may your nights be filled with whispers of scandal and your days be ripe with curiosity.

Yours ever so scandalously,

Lady Whistledown

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The Bridgerton family gathered around the grand dining table, exchanging morning pleasantries and sharing glances as they awaited the arrival of their guest, Y/N. Each member of the family held a copy of Lady Whistledown's latest pamphlet, their eyes scanning the scandalous contents with a mixture of amusement and concern. Daphne couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her siblings. "I trust you've all read this latest instalment from Lady Whistledown?"

Colin, his eyes twinkling with mischief, nodded. "Indeed, and it seems our dear Y/N has become quite the subject of intrigue." Eloise, always eager for a new puzzle to solve, chimed in. "I wonder how she'll react when she sees it. She's not one to shy away from a challenge." Benedict, the quiet observer, added his thoughts. "I hope she knows we stand by her, regardless of what's written in that pamphlet."

As the conversation continued, the absence of Anthony Bridgerton was felt, his chair at the head of the table empty. It was known among them that he had ventured out to meet with the Duke of Worthshire, supposedly to discuss the proposal he had arranged for Y/N. The family pondered his motives and the potential ramifications of such an encounter. Just as the anticipation in the room reached its peak, the doors swung open, and Y/N entered, her presence immediately commanding attention. The family fell into a momentary hush, their eyes locked on her as she took her seat at the table.

Daphne, ever the picture of poise, broke the silence with a warm smile. "Good morning, Y/N. We trust you've had a pleasant rest?"

Y/N returned the smile, though a flicker of unease passed through her eyes. "Good morning, everyone. Yes, the rest was quite pleasant." Eloise couldn't resist a teasing remark. "Did you happen to catch the latest from Lady Whistledown?"

Y/N's composure faltered briefly, her eyes darting to the pamphlet held by Eloise. She took a steadying breath and responded, "I did. It seems I've become a rather popular topic of conversation."

Benedict, ever the supportive brother, spoke up. "Pay no mind to the idle gossip. They shall come to know your true worth."

Just as the family began to resume their breakfast, the doors swung open once more, and Anthony strode into the room, a determined look etched across his features. All eyes turned to him, awaiting his report on the meeting with the Duke. Anthony cleared his throat and addressed the family. "I have met with the Duke of Worthshire, and we have had a frank discussion about his intentions. It is my belief that he should have no further claim on Y/N."

A mixture of relief and curiosity filled the room, and Daphne couldn't resist asking, "And what of Y/N's hopes for independence?" Anthony's gaze shifted, a contemplative expression crossing his face. He turned to his mother, Violet, who stood nearby, silently guiding him towards another room. Intrigued, Y/N watched them leave, sensing there was more to this conversation than met the eye.

In the privacy of the secluded room, Violet's voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity. "Anthony, why have you made such an arrangement with the Duke?" Anthony took a deep breath, his eyes meeting his mother's gaze. "Mother, there is something I haven't shared with anyone yet, not even Y/N. I have come to a decision, a plan that I believe is best for her happiness."

Violet's brows furrowed with both surprise and concern. "And what is this plan, Anthony?"

He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he revealed his secret. "If Y/N agrees, I intend to wed her myself. It may seem unorthodox, but I believe our marriage could offer her the independence she desires while fulfilling my responsibilities as her protector." Violet's eyes widened, her hand instinctively reaching for her chest. "Anthony, you cannot keep such a significant decision from Y/N. She deserves to know."

Uncertainty flashed across Anthony's face. "I know, Mother. I intend to tell her, but I wanted to ensure the plan was in place first. It is a delicate matter, and I want to be certain of her feelings before revealing my intentions." Violet studied her son's earnest expression, realizing the depth of his feelings for Y/N. She nodded slowly, her voice softening. "Just remember, Anthony, honesty and open communication are crucial. She deserves the truth."

Anthony's eyes softened as he took his mother's words to heart. "You're right, Mother. I will speak with her soon and share everything. I only hope she can see the sincerity of my intentions."As the conversation between Anthony and Violet continued, the Bridgerton family remained in the dining room, unaware of the secret plan that had been forged. The air was filled with anticipation, the outcome of Y/N's decision hanging in the balance, while the future of her relationship with Anthony remained shrouded in uncertainty.

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Francesca and Gregory's request to take a leisurely stroll through the park was met with a resounding agreement from Benedict and Y/N. The three siblings and their guest made their way outside, the crisp air rejuvenating their spirits as they wandered amidst the picturesque landscape og Grosvenor Square. As they walked, Francesca and Gregory found themselves engrossed in their own conversation, leaving Benedict and Y/N to find a quiet spot to sit together. They settled on a secluded bench, the gentle rustling of leaves providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

Y/N glanced at Benedict, noticing the thoughtful expression on his face. "Is something troubling you, Benedict?"

He let out a sigh, his gaze focused on the distant horizon. "I've been contemplating my path as of late, Y/N. I have a passion for art, for capturing the world on canvas, but sometimes I doubt my own abilities. I fear I may not be good enough to pursue it wholeheartedly." Y/N's eyes softened, understanding the weight of Benedict's insecurities. "Benedict, your talent is undeniable. I have seen your sketches, your paintings, and they are truly remarkable. Do not let self-doubt overshadow your passion. Believe in yourself as I believe in you."

Benedict's lips curled into a grateful smile, appreciating Y/N's unwavering support. "Thank you, Y/N. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine. Sometimes, it takes another's perspective to remind us of our worth." Y/N reached out and gently clasped Benedict's hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. "Remember, fear and doubt are natural companions on the journey to greatness. Embrace them, but do not let them hold you back. Take a leap of faith, and you might just find that your art soars to new heights."

A sense of gratitude filled Benedict's heart as he absorbed Y/N's encouragement. "I fear you maybe be right. It is time to pursue my artistic aspirations wholeheartedly." Their conversation continued, the worries and dreams they shared forming a bond between them. In that tranquil moment in the park, Benedict found solace in Y/N's presence. As the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the park, Benedict and Y/N re-joined Francesca and Gregory, their spirits uplifted and hearts lighter. Together, they continued their walk, their laughter and shared moments weaving a tapestry of sibling camaraderie and the blossoming connection between Benedict and Y/N.

As they made their way home Benedict and Y/N unexpectedly encountered Penelope on their path. Penelope, ever cheerful, greeted them with a bright smile, but her inquisitive nature couldn't resist stopping to strike up a conversation. "Good afternoon, Benedict, Y/N. Lovely day for a walk, isn't it?" Penelope remarked, her eyes flickering with curiosity.

Y/N returned the smile but sensed Penelope's underlying curiosity. Once benedict had gone ahead to watch over Gregory and Francesca she decided to confide in what she hoped would be one of her newest friends, hoping she could trust Penelope's discretion. "Actually, Penelope, there's something I wanted to share with you. I find myself quite drawn to one of the Bridgerton brothers," she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Penelope's eyes widened with intrigue, but she maintained her composed demeanor. "Oh, how delightful! And which Bridgerton brother might that be?" Y/N hesitated, her heart racing. "I haven't told anyone else, Penelope, but I feel a connection with one of them. However, I'm not ready to reveal his identity just yet. It's all still quite new and uncertain." Penelope nodded understandingly, her gaze thoughtful. "I appreciate your trust, Y/N. Your secret is safe with me. But I must ask, have you shared this with Colin?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Y/N's face as she shook her head. "No, Penelope. I have not confided in Colin or anyone else about my feelings. It's something I'm still trying to understand myself."

Penelope's polite smile remained, but a tinge of concern coloured her expression. "Very well, Y/N. Just be cautious with your heart. Secrets have a way of unravelling, and misunderstandings can arise. Trust is the foundation of any strong relationship."

Y/N absorbed Penelope's words, appreciating her friend's wisdom. "Thank you, Penelope. I will keep that in mind."

As their conversation drew to a close, Y/N bid Penelope a warm farewell and continued on her way home. Little did she know, Penelope's mind was already racing, considering the possibilities and potential implications of Y/N's newfound interest. Penelope couldn't help but wonder if Colin was the one who had captured Y/N's heart, and if so, how it would impact their friendship.

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(4) A Gentlemen's Pursuit - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

an- this isnt as long as the others but i thought i'd post anyways! if you have any requests for oneshots/hc/drabbles lmk! <3

My dear readers,

It is with a heavy heart that I pen this missive, for the events that unfolded at the recent ball have left tongues wagging and speculation running rampant. Alas, it seems that our beloved Y/N, who had been the object of much attention and admiration throughout the evening, abruptly departed the festivities, leaving behind a trail of questions in her wake. Eyewitness accounts suggest that Y/N received some distressing news, causing her to cut short her time at the ball. The specifics of this news remain shrouded in mystery, with whispers circulating amongst the ton, each tale more tantalizing than the last. What could have transpired to prompt such a sudden departure, one can only wonder?

Yet, it is not only Y/N's hasty exit that has raised eyebrows. Reports have also reached my ears of her supposed unladylike behaviour upon returning to the Bridgerton household. Whispers of heated exchanges, slammed doors, and raised voices permeate the air, painting a picture of an impassioned and distraught soul. What could have unfolded within the hallowed halls of the Bridgerton residence to elicit such a reaction from our dear Y/N? Were there words exchanged that wounded her delicate sensibilities? Or could it be that the distressing news she received earlier in the evening continued to haunt her, leading to an outpouring of emotions behind closed doors?

I dare not delve further into conjecture, dear readers, for the truth lies hidden beneath layers of secrecy. However, let us remember that even the most poised and esteemed individuals can find themselves subject to the tumultuous currents of life, facing challenges that test their composure and resilience.

Only time will reveal the true nature of the events that unfolded, and I, Lady Whistledown, shall remain ever watchful, seeking the whispers that will shed light on the mysteries surrounding Y/N's distressing departure and the subsequent display of emotions within the Bridgerton household.

Yours in speculation,

Lady Whistledown

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In the quiet sanctuary of the Bridgerton household's study, Colin, Benedict, and Anthony gathered, their minds still reeling from the events of the ball. Their conversation circled around the Y/N’s departure, their thoughts consumed by the lingering questions left in her wake.

"I can't make sense of it," Benedict mused, his brows furrowed in concern. "She left so abruptly, and the butler informed us she retired to her room to sleep. But something feels amiss."

Anthony, the ever-protective older brother, leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the crackling fireplace. "I couldn't help but notice her unease throughout the evening. Perhaps she received troubling news that compelled her to leave in such haste." Colin, the eternal optimist, interjected with a glimmer of hope in his voice. "Let us not jump to conclusions, my brothers. Y/N may simply be in need of some solitude, a chance to collect her thoughts. We should give her the space she requires."

Just as their conversation reached an impasse, a soft whisper drifted from the doorway, catching their attention. "Colin."

The three brothers turned in unison, their eyes widening at the sight of Y/N’s head peeking through the almost closed door, her eyes puffy from tears and her expression filled with a mix of vulnerability and strength. Colin sprang from his seat, crossing the room in quick strides to stand before Y/N. His voice was filled with both relief and concern. "Y/N, what happened? Why did you leave without a word?"

As Colin opened the door further, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him. Y/N stood there, clad in his shirt and breeches, an ensemble that clearly did not belong to her. Confusion etched across his face, he couldn't help but voice his bewilderment." Y/N, what on earth are you doing?" Colin asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Y/N's gaze met Colin's, her expression filled with determination. "I'm running away," she confessed, her voice quivering ever so slightly with an obvious attempt to mask her nervousness. Colin's eyes widened further, his mind struggling to process Y/N's revelation. "Running away? But why? And why in my clothes?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Colin's. "I am set to marry, Colin, to a stranger. My stepmother is set to give a surprise visit tomorrow to oversee the affair, I have no other way." Colin's brow furrowed as he tried to grasp the magnitude of the situation. He reached out, gently touching Y/N's arm, a mixture of concern and disbelief in his voice. "Y/N, running away is a drastic step. Are you certain this is the right path for you?"

Y/N paused, then nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I've thought it through, Colin. I can't stay here any longer, not with the weight on my shoulders. I need to find my own path, free from the expectations and confines of this society." Colin's gaze softened, his concern for Y/N evident in his eyes. "You know I would do anything for you, Y/N. But this? I am not sure of it. However do you plan on getting away?”

Y/N's lips curved into a bittersweet smile, a mixture of gratitude and sadness. “You've always been my confidant and my rock since we first met, and I trust you to be there for me even when I'm far away. But for now I need you to tell me where the stables are." Benedict and Anthony, noticing the intense conversation shared in hushed whispers between Colin and Y/N but only able to hear a few words of such, grew curious and exchanged concerned glances. Sensing their presence, Colin turned to face his brothers, his expression guarded.

"What's going on here?" Benedict inquired, his voice filled with worry. "Why are you both sneaking off to the stable?" Colin hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much to reveal. He knew that Y/N's decision to leave was deeply personal, but he also understood the concern of his brothers. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady yet tinged with sadness.

"Y/N requires assistance outside." He shut the door on his way out, leaving the two brothers left curious. Colin guided y/n out to the garden, unaware of Anthony’s gaze through the window, as he followed them quickly. Before Colin could respond, Anthony seemingly emerged from the shadows. His eyes bore a mix of concern and determination, his voice resolute as he addressed Y/N.

"Y/N, I can't allow you to leave without at least attempting to resolve this situation," Anthony said, his voice steady yet filled with a touch of desperation. "If you promise to stay, I will do everything in my power to end the engagement that has caused you such distress." Y/N's eyes widened, surprise evident on her face. She looked from Anthony to Colin and Benedict who had followed him out, emotions swirling within her. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I will stay, Anthony, but only if you truly commit to ending the engagement and allowing me the freedom to choose my own path." Anthony's expression softened, a mixture of relief and determination shining in his eyes. "I promise, Y/N. I will do whatever it takes to ensure your happiness, even if it means facing the consequences of breaking the engagement."

As they made their way back to the house, a shared sense of relief filled the air, melting away the tension that had been present just a few moments earlier. Laughter spilled from their lips, echoing through the quiet night as they walked arm in arm. Y/N, dressed in Colin's shirt and breeches, couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of her attire. Colin and Anthony bid her goodnight, offering words of reassurance and support, while Benedict lingered behind. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned closer to Y/N and whispered, "You know, Y/N, I think you're mad in the best possible way. And that's precisely what makes you extraordinary." They shared a knowing smile before Benedict turned and joined his brothers, leaving Y/N with a renewed sense of confidence and the knowledge that she had found true allies within the Bridgerton family.

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(3) A Gentleman's Pursuit - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

My dear readers,

Tonight's ball, an affair filled with the crème de la crème of society, has proven to be a source of intrigue and speculation. And while I am known for my uncanny ability to uncover the most scandalous secrets, I shall keep you guessing as to my own presence at this particular event.

Yes, dear readers, it is true that I am well acquainted with the happenings of this evening's affair. The lavish decorations, the resplendent gowns, and the enchanting melodies that resonate through the grand ballroom—I am intimately aware of every captivating detail. However, whether I am an esteemed guest or an unnoticed observer, I shall leave to your imagination.

As I roam the ballroom, like a wisp of smoke or a phantom in the night, my eyes are drawn to the figures that capture the attention of the crowd. Among them stands Y/N, a figure of undeniable allure, her every move captivating the hearts and minds of those in attendance.

It appears that suitors flock to her like bees to honey, eager to bask in her presence and secure her hand for a dance. Yet, it is not merely the suitors vying for her attention that pique my interest, but also the protective presence of none other than Anthony Bridgerton.

Anthony, a man of honour and responsibility, seems to have taken it upon himself to shield Y/N from any potential harm. Whether by design or happenstance, his watchful eye is a testament to the undeniable connection that exists between them.

However, as whispers of a heated exchange in the garden reach my ears, one must wonder if their bond has faced its first true test. What transpired in those moonlit moments? Ah, my dear readers, that is a secret yet to be revealed.

But fear not, for Lady Whistledown is always on the prowl, my pen at the ready to record the most intriguing tales. Rest assured, dear readers, that no stone shall be left unturned, and the truth shall be revealed in due time.

Until then, I bid you adieu, and may you continue to dance through life with an air of mystery and excitement.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

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As the ball progressed, Y/N found herself at the centre of attention, with suitors vying for the chance to dance with her. Colin and Benedict observed from a distance, their eyes ever watchful, but it was Anthony who became particularly protective as he held onto her arm and guided her through the hall. Unable to bear the sight of other men vying for Y/N's attention, Anthony kept a close eye on her, intervening whenever a suitor approached. His protective instinct heightened as he noticed Y/N's perceived discomfort growing.

Feeling suffocated by Anthony's constant interference, she excused herself from the crowded ballroom and made her way to the tranquillity of the garden. The moon cast a soft glow, illuminating the path ahead as she sought solace amidst the blooming flowers. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Anthony had been trailing her, his protective instincts overriding any notion of personal boundaries. Catching up to her just as she reached a secluded spot, he called out, "Y/N, wait!"

Startled, Y/N turned around, her frustration and anger palpable. "Anthony, what on earth are you doing? Can't you give me a moment of peace?"

Anthony's expression softened as he took in the fire in Y/N's eyes. He took a step closer, his voice laced with concern. "Y/N, I... I didn't mean to intrude, but I couldn't bear to see you uncomfortable. It's my duty as your friend to protect you."

Y/N crossed her arms and took a deep breath, struggling to rein in her emotions. "Anthony, I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. I don't need you constantly hovering and deciding what's best for me. I deserve the chance to make my own choices, even if they lead to mistakes."

Anthony's eyes widened, a mix of regret and realization dawning on him. He reached out, attempting to touch Y/N's arm, but she took a step back, her anger still simmering beneath the surface.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Anthony said softly, his voice tinged with remorse. "I never intended to undermine your independence or treat you as if you couldn't handle yourself. I've let my own fears cloud my judgment, and for that, I apologize."

Y/N's anger began to subside, replaced by a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability. She lowered her gaze, her voice softer as she replied, "Anthony, I know you mean well. But I need you to trust me and respect my choices. We're friends, and that means allowing me to navigate my own path, even if it leads to stumbling along the way."

Anthony's stubbornness got the better of him, and he stood his ground, his face stern and serious. "Y/N, you must understand that it is highly improper for a young lady to walk unchaperoned, especially at a ball of this magnitude. I only wished to ensure your safety and reputation."

Y/N's anger flared anew at Anthony's refusal to acknowledge his overbearing behaviour. She couldn't believe he was invoking societal rules as a justification for his actions. "Anthony, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I do not need a chaperone or your permission to navigate a crowded room. I am not some fragile flower that needs constant protection!" With her words reverberating in the night air, Y/N turned on her heel and marched back into the ballroom. She was determined to show Anthony that she could handle herself, even in the face of his misplaced protectiveness.

Lost in the sea of dancing couples and swirling gowns, Anthony scanned the room in a panic, searching for a glimpse of Y/N's familiar figure. But try as he might, she had disappeared amidst the throng of revellers, leaving him with a sinking feeling of regret. Realization dawned on Anthony as he came face to face with the consequences of his actions. His stubbornness had cost him not only Y/N's friendship but also the opportunity to support and celebrate her independence.

Determined to make amends, Anthony pushed through the crowd, his eyes scanning every corner of the ballroom in a desperate quest to find Y/N. He longed for the chance to set things right, to apologize sincerely and show her that he respected her autonomy. However, no matter how he searched, Y/N remained elusive, her presence a ghostly absence that haunted his every step. Regret weighed heavily on Anthony's heart as he realized the magnitude of his mistake and the potential loss of a cherished connection.

Amid the bustling ballroom, where laughter and music filled the air, Anthony stood alone, his gaze fixed on the empty space where Y/N had once stood.

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In a room adorned with exquisite paintings, Benedict Bridgerton's eyes fell upon Y/N, engaged in conversation with an older man, their attention drawn to a particular artwork. Seeking to impress, Benedict confidently approached them, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Ah, Y/N, I see you've found yourself in a room of artistic wonder. Allow me to demonstrate my discerning eye for detail," Benedict declared with a touch of arrogance, pointing out various flaws in the painting they were examining. Y/N listened with an amused smile, allowing Benedict to continue his critique, his words dripping with confidence. But just as Benedict prepared to unveil another flaw, Y/N interrupted him with a playful gleam in her eyes.

"Before you proceed, dear Benedict, I must inform you that the gentleman standing beside me is none other than the artist himself," Y/N revealed, gesturing towards the older man who had been quietly observing the exchange. A look of surprise and embarrassment washed over Benedict's face as he realized his blunder. The painter, a seasoned individual with a look of amusement in his eyes, had been silently absorbing Benedict's remarks.

With a gracious nod, the artist excused himself, leaving Benedict flustered and at a loss for words. He quickly realized the error of his ways and attempted to offer an apology, stumbling over his words in an attempt to rectify the situation.

However, Y/N's roaring laughter filled the air, her amusement melting away any tension that lingered. She reached out and lightly touched Benedict's arm, a warm smile on her lips."Benedict, fear not. Your intentions were meant to impress, and the moment simply took an unexpected turn," Y/N reassured him, her voice filled with genuine understanding. "Let us share a laugh about this amusing encounter.”

Benedict looked down at her arm. Draped in a soft silk glove. He wished for nothing more than for her to remove it, to feel her own skin against his. As his eyes drove up and were met with hers she began to open her mouth, though it was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. “Excuse me miss, may you do me the honour of re-joining me in the ballroom to share this dance?” as the two made their way back she looked over her shoulder at Benedict, saddened by her departure by gracious to have shared that moment.

In the midst of the bustling ballroom, Y/N had found herself swept away in a dance with a mysterious stranger. The rhythm of the music matched the fluttering of her heart as they moved across the floor. In the intimacy of the dance, a connection grew, and Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by the charm and warmth emanating from her partner.

As their steps slowed, the mysterious man gazed deeply into Y/N's eyes, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Y/N, I must confess that I am set to propose to you tomorrow. The timing feels right, with your stepmother's visit and all."A wave of sadness washed over Y/N's features, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. She had not anticipated such a declaration, and the unexpected weight of her stepmother's impending arrival added a layer of complexity to her feelings. Sensing her unease, the mysterious man searched her eyes for a response.

“Were you not informed of this?” He asked

However, instead of returning his gaze, Y/N's eyes flickered with a mix of turmoil and longing. The weight of the situation bore heavily upon her, and she made a decision in that fleeting moment. She couldn't fathom entering into a lifelong commitment when her heart was filled with uncertainty and her emotions entangled in conflicting desires.With a deep breath, Y/N pulled away from the embrace, her voice filled with sorrow. "I... I appreciate your feelings, but I need some time to sort through my emotions. It wouldn't be fair to you or myself if I were to give you an answer without being certain of my own heart."The mysterious man, though disappointed, seemed to respect Y/N's honesty. He nodded, a mixture of understanding and disappointment etched on his face. "I understand, Y/N. Take the time you need. My proposal shall remain open for the time being."

As Y/N gracefully excused herself from the dance floor, she quietly slipped away, unnoticed by the masses. The ball continued on, ignorant of the internal struggle that was within Y/N's heart. She boarded a carriage and it drove away into the night, back to the Bridgerton residence.

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