#Sir Henry Granville

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My mum fully thought Benedict had a gay storyline in season 1 and honestly I agree even if he didn’t technically kiss the dude

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Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.

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Season one

Chapter Nine - Late night scandals

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"What do you think Bridgerton?"

Benedict turns around to find the artist he had accidentally offended at the gallery the other night.

"This one more to your liking?"

"Mr. Granville--" Benedict raises from his chair to approach the man.

"Perhaps they should take it over to Somerset House so it can be skyed right next to mine."

"I believe I owe you an apology, sir." Benedict says, feeling rather embarrassed.

"Unnecessary. I actually quite enjoy the eloquent stings of your critique. So?" He gestures back to the painting on the wall.

"A touch morose for my tastes," Benedict says.

Henry points to the next one.

"A tragedy. The hound deserved better," Benedict comments.

Granville laughs. "Where is yours?"

"My..."

"Your work," Granville clarifies. "Are you tell me you're not an artist yourself?"

"Well, I-- I suppose sometimes I like to... Well, I mean, I almost--"

"I believe 'yes' and 'thank you' are the words you seek. But either way, you should come by my studio." Mr Granville holds out a small card to Benedict, who accepts it. "The pieces I do for myself are there, and I think you will find my real work far less, um... Oh, how did you put it? 'Cold and lacking inner life?'"

Benedict scrunched up his face as he nodded, still burning with embarrassment. "I shall never live that down, shall I?"

Mr Granville leaves.

Benedict returns to his table where he had been absentmindedly doodling. Eyes. He was sketching out a pair of eyes. Pretty ones. From memory.

He sighs and closes the sketchbook.

♡♡♡

As you sit in the drawing room of the Bridgerton house, as invited by Violet, you discover that she had no idea about the boxing match, or that Daphne had been there.

You keep your eyes focused on the latest Whistledown paper, though you had stopped reading it.

Daphne was playing the piano while her mother interrogated her.

"A boxing match is no place for any young lady." Violet sighs.

"Is it a place for a prince? Was he at today's match, sister?" Hyacinth asks.

"He certainly was."

"It is a loathsome and barbarous form of entertainment," Violet was very displeased.

That was when Daphne took the opportunity to mention you had gone as well, which had Violet looking at you.

"You too?"

You glare softly at Daphne, who gives you a smug little look. Crafty one, she is.

"Anthony invited me," you admit.

Violet looked terribly ill all of a sudden. You were sure she would being this up with her eldest son at some point.

"What about the duke?" Hyacinth asks.

"What about the duke?" Both Violet and Daphne ask at the same time. You eye Daphne curiously from your seat.

"Was he also present?" Hyacinth asked, less enthusiastic now.

"I do not know," Daphne says. "If the duke was there, I did not see him."

Hyacinth leaves the piano to go see what Eloise is up to. She had been scribbling away in her book since you arrived.

You put the Whistledown column down and rose from your seat to seek entertainment near the window. Watching the street was surely more entertainment than listening in on that conversation.

Anthony enters the room and greets both his mother and his sister. You turn and he greets you too.

"Did you truly take your sister to a boxing match?" Violet hounds him.

"Your admonishment will have to wait. I have news," he cuts her lecture short. "Prince Friedrich has asked for my permission to propose." He looks at Daphne.

She stops playing. "So soon?"

"Well, what did you tell him?" Violet asks.

"That I know better than to answer for my sister. I have no objections to the man. People speak well of him. Whatever you decide, Daph, you shall have my support."

You look at Daphne quietly.

"I... uh... I..." She doesn't know what to say.

"You need not decide now," Violet tells her. "You certainly have no known him long."

"Let me know when you have an answer, and I shall convey it." Anthony says to his sister.

"Indeed." Daphne looks at him.

Anthony leaves as quickly as he came in. It was clear Daphne needed time to think.

♡♡♡

When Daphne had pleaded with you to attend the next ball with her, you couldn't say no. There was a sadness to her gaze, and you wondered from where it had risen.

Something had happened between her and the duke, and she had been off kilter ever since.

The ball, like all had been so far, was wonderful. The theme was a little more out there this time, but everyone was behaving quite perfectly.

You were standing with Daphne as she scanned the crowd. Exactly who she was looking for, you weren't quite certain. You would suggest the prince on the account that the duke was apparently leaving London tonight.

The prince could be seen across the room. He was in conversation with someone. You glance toward Daphne, but your gaze shifts as Cressida Cowper comes over. You give Daphne a gentle nudge.

"Daphne." Cressida chuckles. "You look beautiful, as always."

"Thank you, Cressida," Daphne says politely.

"You could have chosen anyone," Cressida says. "You have gentlemen lined up to pay you tribute. Yet you did not hesitate to steal my chance for happiness away, did you? I knew the marriage market would make rivals of us, but I never thought youcapable of being my enemy."

"The man made his choice, Cressida. What did you expect me to do?" Daphne asks.

Daphne walks off in the direction of the prince. You look at Cressida and then walk off in the other direction.

There is nothing you could ever say to her.

You begin to walk alongside the dance floor, watching the couples dance. A hand comes into view, and you turn to see a friendly looking young man smiling at you.

"May I have this dance?"

You take a moment to gather yourself. You had hoped one of the Bridgerton boys would be here to dance with you, but you supposed you couldn't rely on them every time.

"You may."

You go with him to dance.

It seemed Benedict wasn't here.

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Benedict was, in fact, making his way to the studio of Mr. Granville. He was intrigued by the artist.

He finds the address and knocks on the door. Henry Granville answers.

"Mr. Bridgerton."

Benedict stands there a little awkwardly.

"Come in, come in."

Granville lets him in. Benedict enters and follows him. He is led further inside and finds himself in a large room. A circle of easels presented around two nude models.

"I do not know what I was expecting, but it surely was not this." Benedict says.

"Oh, simply a gathering of like-minded souls." Henry tells him. "Here, let me show you what I've been working on."

Benedict is led further inside the studio. He passes a couple of painters discussing war so causally.

"What do you think?" Henry asks.

Benedict walks over and takes a look at the canvas.

"Hmm. It's a far cry from Somerset House, I must say."

"I shall take that a compliment."

They both chuckle.

"And I must say, I'm truly jealous. Is this your life?" Benedict asks.

"There are advantages to being the second-born." Henry tells him. "Heirs have the responsibility. Second sons have the fun."

They both chuckle again.

"So... why not go have some fun?" Henry gestures to the models. He's giving Benedict the chance to epress himself through art.

Benedict picks an easel and sits down.

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As you dance once again tonight, you spot Anthony standing off to the side. He's staring at the opera singer.

You hard heard whispers about him being infatuated with an opera singer, but had no idea if there lay any truth to them.

You continue dancing with your partner.

Benedict was still a no-show tonight, which you found to be rather disappointing. You had been looking forward to another evening of his little quips and teasing.

When the dance ends, you curtsy to your partner and head in the direction of Anthony and Violet. Lady Bridgerton had tries to introduce her son to a rather pretty young lady, but he showed no interest.

"Shall we dance, Lord Bridgerton?" You ask, looking at Anthony.

He turns and looks at you, for half a second, thinking you were another lady his mother was intent on pushing on him.

"Yes, let's." He offers his arm, and you take it. Violet watches you both go. Even if he chose you, she would be pleased, but she knows her son will not take you as his wife. You're his friend who has come to rescue him from her for a while.

Violet downs a third glass of champagne.

"She is persistent," you say.

"Hm?"

"Your mother."

Anthony chuckles softly. "Yes. Quite."

"The opera singer..."

He looks at you.

"Nevermind. Its not my business."

Anthony's expression softens. "I was - am - found of her."

"Yes. I assumed as much."

Anthony sighs. "It's complicated.

You nod and say no more on the matter. Anthony spins you around elegantly.

"Is Benedict not here tonight?" You ask, twirling with him.

"Benedict? No." He gazes at you. "Why do you ask?"

"I just noticed his absence."

"Missing your dance partner?" He teases.

You chuckle. "Am I that obvious?"

He winks at you, and you shake your head with a smile. "I'm fond of you boys. I can't help it when I notice one of you is missing."

Anthony grins. "How lucky we are to have gained such a special friend such as you."

As Anthony gives you another turn around the floor, you spot Colin speaking with Penelope. You smile softly at the sight and then turn your attention back to the eldest brother.

At least you'll have one Bridgerton on your dance card tonight.

As the next dance begins, Anthony keeps your company longer. You're aware this may catch attention from others, especially Lady Whistledown should she be here, but none the less, you dance with him twice.

You soon see that Colin has left Penelope on the sidelines to dance with Miss Thompson, and you also find the prince talking to Daphne amidst their dance.

The dance ends, and you manage to catch sight of Daphne fleeing the ballroom.

Anthony bows, and you curtsy.

"Until next time." He nods his head at you. You smile and nod, taking your leave. You worry about Daphne and intend to go check on her, but you're stopped by another gentleman.

You sigh and realise you'll have to dance with him before you can flee again.

The dance feels like it drags on, and on, and on. You smile, you listen to your partner talk, but your mind is focused on Daphne. She did not look well when she fled.

When the dance ends, you spot Anthony leaving the ballroom. You waste no more time and follow him.

He heads outside. You follow.

"Anthony?"

He turns and looks at you. "Go back inside."

"What's the matter? What's happening?"

"Did you see him?" Anthony asks urgently.

"Who?"

"The duke."

"He is here?"

"He was, and now I can't find Daphne." You realise he's concerned about his sister.

You hear something further in the garden, and Anthony hurries off. You follow him, close on his heels.

What you find is not what you ever expected to see.

Simon and Daphne were not just kissing. His hands were all over her. Her dress had been pulled down. You cover your mouth, though you can not hide the gasp that escapes you.

Anthony runs at Simon.

"Bastard!"

Simon receives a strong punch to the face. He falls to the ground, and Anthony takes another swing. He punches him a third time and then stands beside his sister. You hurry to her other side and checks her over.

"Daphne..."

She is speechless. She has no words for you. They have been caught in a compromising position.

"You will marry her," Anthony declares.

"What?" Daphne looks at her brother.

"Immediately. We can only hope no one saw you take such liberties, and my sister is saved further mortification. You will marry her!"

Anthony is angry.

"Brother!"

"I cannot marry her," Simon says.

"You have defiled her innocence, and now you refuse her hand? I knew you were a rake, Hastings, I never thought you a villain."

"I cannot marry her," Simon states more firmly.

Daphne looks hurt.

"Then you leave me no choice. I must demand satisfaction."

"A duel? Anthony, you cannot--" Daphne begins.

"He dishonours you, sister." Anthony looks at her. "He dishonours you and me and the very Bridgerton name. I have misjudged you, indeed. You have duped us both, but I shall not see my sister pay for my own misdeeds. We will settle this as gentlemen."

"I understand," Simon agrees. "I shall see you at dawn."

"I do not understand," Daphne says softly. "You would rather die than marry me?"

You look at Simon quietly.

"I am truly sorry."

"We need to go, Daph. Before anyone should see us." Anthony says softly.

You reach out for her arm gently and pull her away, Anthony follows you both.

Daphne takes her brother's arm after he begs of you not to say a word about anything. You swear by it, looking him in the eye. Anthony thanks you.

You drift off from them as you enter the ballroom once again.

Anthony approaches Colin and tells him he is taking her home. He asks Colin to take care of their mother. You decide to step in and help. Anthony looks grateful.

Anthony and Daphne leave.

Colin looks at you, but you just smile softly at him and ask him to help you with Violet. He doesn't say anything about Daphne or Anthony.

Neither do you.

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She’s Gonna Save Me (Bridgerton: Benedict Bridgerton)

this is my first ever bridgerton fic! i’ve had such a writer’s block and post grad has been so difficult but listening to music and reading other writers’ works has me feeling inspired! so enjoy my first story in months and first of the new year :)

pairing: female reader (she/her) x Benedict Bridgerton reader x Colin Bridgerton (platonic!)

summary: Benedict contemplates a life pursuing art and living outside the expectations of his family and society. Does he find a wife and settle down or live freely? What happens when he meets someone who can offer him the best of both worlds?

notes/warnings: mention of nudity, alcohol consumption, activities that can be witnessed at Sir Granville’s scandalous studio saoirees…

word count: 2.4k

As the second eldest Bridgerton boy, Benedict never found himself extremely pressured by the standards and expectations of society. Those responsibilities were entrusted upon his brother, Anthony, the Viscount.

Benedict reserved himself to a more romantic life, preoccupied by his love and interest for art.

Attending every event of the season was merely a ploy to keep his mother happy and distracted from the fact that he had no true intention of courting any ladies.

He would drink, laugh, and dance the season away without ever calling on anyone.

Benedict believed that this season wouldn’t be any different.

******

When you first agreed to join your family friends across the Atlantic in London, you didn’t expect that you would be taking part in the ton’s social season.

As the youngest daughter, your brothers married with children and sisters off tending to their new husbands, your father didn’t feel the need to arrange a marriage for social or monetary gain.

Your family was well off in the states, your parents often described as ‘free spirits.’ They had always impressed upon you the importance of appreciating the beauty around you and romanticizing life.

With your mother’s passing, you decided to stay at home with your father, choosing to enjoy a quiet life in the country studying English literature.

Staying with Sir Henry Granville was beyond exciting and allowed you to interact and mingle with the more eclectic members of British society.

You had lasted all but a week before you were called upon by a Miss Lady Danbury.

She had stressed the importance of participating in the social season and the impending judgment of the ton and Queen if you did not participate.

While you never cared much for the opinion of others, you didn’t fancy the idea of being ogled every time you ventured into town.

******

“I heard she was rejected by every suitor.”

“She’s so ugly and unpleasant, a dowry wouldn’t even be worth it.”

“Apparently she’s slightly deformed.”

You couldn’t begin to believe the rumors circulating about you, the American.

You swore that the descriptions were ripped out of a storybook, describing some gremlin crawling from the depths of the earth.

Men and women alike had no problem spreading stories about the young lady joining them for the season.

Worst of all, none of them had even seen you yet. The modiste had made personal house calls, as requested by Lady Danbury.

Now you stood, in front of the carriage, at the first ball of the season, your debut.

You followed behind Sir Henry and Mary Granville, head held high and eyes straight forward as you waded through the ballroom towards Lady Danbury and the Queen.

You heard the whispers and felt the stares as you stood before the queen.

With one leg behind the other and your arms laid at your side, you gently bent your knee and curtsied before her.

She gave you a once over before bowing her head back, a silent approval.

Moving out of the way, you stood at the edge of the dance floor as Lady Danbury approached.

“Miss y/l/n, I do hope you don’t mind that I have taken the liberty of securing you a few gentlemen to fill out your dance card.”

“I expect nothing less from you, Lady Danbury” you smiled back, a teasing tone in your voice.

Your sarcasm and apprehension towards the season had not gone unnoticed by Lady Danbury.

She quite admired your wit and sharp mind, and more than anything, enjoyed the challenge.

******

You were now on your 4th dance of the night; your feet were hurting, and you wanted nothing more than to be curled up with a book.

Fortunately, your current dance partner was not completely awful and was actually quite charming.

Colin Bridgerton.

You had met him once before, in passing, when Lady Danbury had brought you to meet his mother, Violet, and sister, Daphne.

 Apparently, Daphne had been named the Diamond of the season in her first season out on society and married a Duke.

His younger sister, Eloise, was preparing for her first season as well.

However, through your brief encounter with Eloise she did not seem as happy with the matter as her sister and mother were.

You had a feeling she would be a good person to befriend.

“Tell me about yourself Miss y/l/n” Colin inquired.

“Y/N,” you quickly corrected.

“Just Y/N is fine,” you smiled slightly.

“Well Y/N, how are you finding London and the beginning of the season?”

“London, well its quite beautiful. There is so much art, and history, and the architecture is amazing. Truly, I wouldn’t mind getting lost here. And well…this—” you paused, glancing around the ball at all the young women around you.

“May I be frank?” you asked, Colin’s eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Of course, Miss Y/N”

“I slightly detest all of this, my feet hurt, and I’ve been dancing for quite too long. Why would I want to marry someone I’ve met one time?”

Colin was slightly taken aback before grinning wildly.

“You remind me of my sister Eloise,” he stated.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, I quite liked her,” you grinned back.

As the dance ended you curtsied before Colin as he bowed before you.

“I hope you find the person you’re looking for Y/N, but I have a feeling you don’t need all of this to do so.”

You smiled widely and slightly nodded before following him off the dance floor.

“I’ll grab us a drink,” he said before walking away. Your eyes followed his back for a few seconds before scanning the room.

They quickly landed on two men whispering in the corner.

The slightly shorter one had massive sideburns and a quizzical look that seemed as if it must be permanently etched onto his face. The other man had a certain air about him.

Even from across the room his light-colored eyes had a shine in them.

Colin returned; you thanked him before looking to the corner again. This time the slightly taller one had caught your gaze and lifted his eyes to meet yours. You felt your face flush and quickly turned your head.

“Colin?”

“Yes?”

“Who are those two men in the corner?”

Colin looked up to see his brothers in the corner looking at him inquisitively.

“Oh, those two? You don’t want to be near the likes of them. Poorly mannered and when they were younger, they would wet the bed for years well beyond what was normal.”

You were following along for a while until that last part.

You gave Colin a quick look to see if he was being serious.

His mouth remained flat and tight-lipped for a few mere seconds before letting through a boisterous laugh.

“My apologies Y/N, those are my brothers.”

Your eyes widened at the confession.

“Your brothers?”

“Yes, lets introduce you,” he stated, beginning to pull you across the ballroom.

“Colin, No I—"

“Brothers, this is Miss y/l/n, Anthony, Benedict,” he pointed out.

You curtsied before both of them before speaking up.

“I told you, just Y/N is fine Colin.”

You weren’t sure what his brothers would say about your slight improperness. It was clear that the Bridgerton’s were a well-respected family in the ton.

You glanced at the eldest brother who you learned was named Anthony who gave you a curt nod before excusing himself to sneak off from an inquiring Lady Danbury.

You smiled at him before turning your gaze to the second eldest Bridgerton.

“Y/N here was telling me about her studies in the states. She is well-read and well-traveled.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing Colin slightly.

“You flatter me, Colin. Unfortunately, I am not perfect. For example, I am about done with all of this and was just about to call a carriage.”

“Oh, but you must stay for one more dance Y/N. Poor Benedict here has not waltzed once.”

Benedict tried to sneakily hit his brother for his clear meddling.

“While that may be true, I do not need my younger brother imposing on such a lovely lady.” Benedict states.

“Nonsense, everyone must waltz at least once,” you laughed, pulling Benedict towards the center of the room.

His eyes widened at your forwardness as he shot Colin a disapproving brotherly look, to which Colin gave him a grin and thumbs up.

As the music began you moved around the room with Benedict.

“So, Mr. Bridgerton, tell me what exactly it is you do.”

“Just Benedict is fine,” he stated, mirroring your words from earlier.

“Besides, aren’t I the one who should be questioning you about your skills?”

“That’s awfully backwards thinking, I hope you don’t get stuck that way” you replied sarcastically before being spun around.

When you returned facing Benedict, a knowing grin was stuck on his face. You were witty. He liked witty.

“I suppose that is fair. I’m an artist, well…I’m trying to be an artist. It’s a little complicated.”

You nodded understandingly, while the arts were enjoyed by many, it wasn’t exactly a noble pursuit, especially for you as a woman.

“You should come by Sir Granville’s studio, it’s quite…”

You couldn’t think of a proper word to describe the soirees Granville hosted. It was taboo and scandalous to most respectable members of society. However, if Benedict was an artist as he was claiming, he should fit right in.

“…inspiring,” you finished.

Benedict gave you an interesting look.

Little did you know, he had been to Granville’s studio, several times.

He hadn’t been in a while since his family had just returned from Aubrey Hall and the preparation for Eloise’s season had been quite hectic for his mother.

But you, picturing you at Granville’s studio was not something Benedict had imagined.

Women who were married or of low social standing was something else, but you, a young lady in her first official season stalking down the halls in such a disreputable manner. It didn’t fit the picture of the beautiful woman before him.

Benedict was quickly learning not to try and categorize you into one box.

“What do you know of Granville’s studio?” he asked seriously.

“Well, for one, I’m staying there. Two, I feel more comfortable among that community than here, if you understand what I mean…” you trail off.

Benedict gives you a small smile of understanding.

As the song ends Benedict lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently before sightly lowering it back down, fingers brushing softly as he pulls away.

“Until next time Y/N”

“I look forward to it Benedict.”

******

Two months had passed since Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season. In that time you had befriended Eloise and Colin Bridgerton, often sitting in the parlor room of their home during the daytime, chatting the day away.

As such, you had also grown closer to Penelope Featherington who also came over often. You always considered yourself to be quite perceptive, so it was evidently clear that Penelope was fond of Colin. You thought about mentioning something, but it didn’t seem like your place.

Throughout your time at the Bridgerton’s household you had seen Benedict a handful of times. Unfortunately, your encounters were reduced to small greetings, stolen glances and light brushes as you walked past each other.

Until today.

You were sitting in the empty parlor room as Eloise ran to her room to fetch some ‘evidence’ and ‘clues’ about Lady Whistledown.

“Good Afternoon Y/N” Benedict greeted as he walked in, taking a quick look around the room to find the two of you alone.

“Afternoon Mr. Bridgerton,” you greeted back, a slight teasing tone to contrast your seemingly formality.

He gave you a knowing look before continuing.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but I plan on attending Sir Granville’s tonight, I was wondering if I would see you there?”

You gave him a teasing smile before your face fell into a serious and hurt look.

“Mr. Bridgerton, I’m appalled, would a respectable young woman such as myself be caught there? Imagine the horror if the rest of the ton were to find out.”

He let out a loud laugh at your remark, in the short time that he had known you, you never failed to make him laugh.

“Yes Benedict, I’ll see you there,” you smiled.

“Good,” he replied.

******

That night you had a few drinks to help you take the edge off before guests started coming over. There was something about interacting with Benedict that made you nervous.

 You were walking around the art studio observing the nude model and the artists renditions when you felt someone lay their hand on your shoulder.

“OH! Oh my, Benedict, you scared me.”

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You continued walking around the circle, admiring the art around you.

“She’s stunning, is she not?” you questioned.

“She is,” he answered quickly.

However, when you turned to look at him his eyes were already trained on yours.

You smiled widely, walking out of the studio as Benedict followed like a lost puppy.

“Will I ever get to see your art?” you asked him.

He smiled sheepishly as his arm reached back to scratch the back of his neck.

“I certainly would let you, if there was any.”

“Practicing here for a few months and you still have nothing to show?” you teased.

Benedict gave you a look.

“I may have asked around about you,” you confessed.

“And?” he asks.

From what you have heard, both from his siblings and other people around you. Benedict was a kind and creative soul, with a great appreciation for the beauty around him.

“Your family and friends speak highly of you, that’s important.”

“What about you? What do you speak of me?”

“Besides being a tortured artist? I think highly of you.”

He nodded his head again, before responding.

“I think highly of you as well,” he whispered quietly, leaning down slightly so he was more at eye level.

You blamed the alcohol in your system for what you did next.

Yanking him down by his collar, you pulled him close and reached up until your lips were flush against his, pushing with all your might as if you would never kiss him again.

“Y/N—” he pulled away, his senses flooding back.

“This is…no, I’ve dishonored you I—”

“Oh hush Benedict, I do not care about those rules. I want you.”

He looked down at you, holding your face in his hands as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

Biting your lip and grinning up at him, Benedict couldn’t help but pull you back in, one hand sinking to your waist to pull you closer, the other rested on your cheek.

“You know this means we have to get married now?” Benedict teases.

“That means you presume I would say yes,” you teased back.

His smile grew impossibly bigger as he pulled you back in for a tender kiss.

“Let’s just see how you perform tonight before we think about marriage” you joked.

Benedict pulled back with a smirk and look in his eye you haven’t seen yet as he looked you over.

“Art is all about practicing and perfecting, we might need to practice a few times before you make your final judgement” he teased back.

You threw your head back in surprise, a large laugh leaving your lips before you smiled sweetly at him.

This was not how you imagined the social season going.

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[luvsbitca]

I’ve heard whispers that they might genderswap one of the love interests to make it lqbtiq+

If they did, it would make the most sense to do it to Benedict and Sophie.

To be clear, I like Sophie. I just think it could work. But, Benedict is so easily bi.

I mean, in my opinion, Lady Tilley is going to be his catalyst to be the main character next season.

So, if he is looking to try something out and meets some handsome gentleman at a masquerade ball. Or at one of his artist parties it could make sense for him to give into his bisexual soul.

Then, Benedict meets him again but keeps thinking it’s just a bit on the side and he’s going to meet some woman and marry her just like Sir Henry Granville. But, ‘Sophie’ is not having it even as they keep falling into bed. They still do all the stuff with the evil stepmother. Mama Bridgerton tells him about her great aunt and her companion. Benedict comes to his senses and declares himself, saves ‘Sophie’ from the docks, in Anthony’s last appearance. They move to the country and paint and are there for Eloise’s story.

I know they could easily go down a lesbian storyline for Eloise too.

[sea-owl]

So imagine DEFGH with Edmund and Violet KNOWING and 100% sure that ABC have fallen inlove with KSP but are refusing to admit it because they are dumb so the time came where its getting closer to choose the Elites and DEF decided to up the tension by bringing in men to make ABC jealous. Like Dorset who is the familu's doctor, Henry Granville who is Ben's artist friend (and maybe ex-lover) and Odysseus who is Colin's travel buddy from time to time. Basically I just want a scene where ABC are FUMING mad because these 3 outsiders are suddenly taking an interest with their ladies???? Lmao

Oh this would be interesting, but Kate, Sophie, and Penelope would probably weary as hell. One thing I forgot to mention is that the Selection has a strict no dating others rule for the girls while they are in the competition. Which makes sense, can’t have the potential future queen falling in love with someone else and potentially creating a security risk when she is literally in the competition for the prince. Not to mention not many would be the same caste number as the girls. Why would they give up the nice life they will create as 3s for some man? No sir, I will become a spinster after this if you do not match.

But that would be funny if the three men come to the castle for one reason or another, either to visit their friends or for work. Hyacinth and Gregory take advantage of the visit and lead the three around where they bump into the girls. They gain an interest in the three girls which ranges from completely platonic, (Henry) to maybe there is some attraction (Dorset and Odysseus) but the girls don’t even notice. They’re too busy networking with their new besties.

The public does though, and they are running wild with new theories. Excitement of love triangles and forbidden attraction. What are these men going to do? What are the princes going to do? Who will these girls choose? At one point the PR team gotta step in because okay, the Selection is about the princes finding their wives not this!

The shippers who are shipping Kate, Sophie, and Penelope with Dorset, Henry, and Odysseus highly offends the princes and soon they’re being seen close to the girls. The girls throw something at them at one point for being grumpy asses while having a friendly meeting in the girls room.

[silverhallow]

When Sophie Met the Granville’s

Sophie felt nervous about meeting Benedict’s mentor. Henry Granville had been an important part of Benedict’s life and his progression with his artwork, though Benedict kept trying to tell her his art was down to her lately rather than her old mentor…

But he had been an important part of making Benedict understand that there was a life that he could live with Sophie. That whilst society might shun them, he didn’t need society, all he needed was Sophie. Benedict had told her about his speech a few years ago.

And though he had been nervous about it, he had sat Sophie down and told her about his past, including his double dalliance with Mrs Granville and Genevieve Delacroix.

Sophie had been a little shocked but not surprised. She had figured that Benedict would have a past with women and that he had a bit of a reputation with women, not like his brother’s but still, she knew he was a bit of a rake.

She knew about Sir Henry Granville’s parties as well. She knew their reputation, both the art ones he held as part of respectable society, and the ones that were only known by a select number

She knew of those parties because some of the other maids that she worked with who would often model at these parties and one or two of them had engaged in some of the extra activities and she’d heard in a lot of detail about those activities and was rather looking forward to being married to try some of the things out that she heard about but in the meantime, she felt a little sick to meet the Granville’s.

Benedict told her what he had witnessed and seen.

He had told her that whilst he had not mentioned her by name at the time, Henry knew about Sophie’s background, but not who she really was. As far as Henry was concerned Sophie was a maid.

Sophie knew that she would receive no judgement from the Granville’s but it hadn’t stopped her from feeling nervous about meeting them.

She had been a ball of nerves since Benedict had suggested it so that it wasn’t at the Wedding Reception that she would meeting them, and she had found meeting Genevieve the day after she had heard about her and Benedict’s affair, to be rather weird and a little stressful since the woman had been fitting her for her wedding dress.

To meet Lucy Granville on her wedding day may give her some sort of heart failure so she had agreed to Benedict’s proposal that they go for tea the afternoon before they left for Kent.

Violet had agreed, as Lucy and Henry were married they were an acceptable chaperone, and she had no idea about Benedict’s past with Lucy Granville.

The day of Sophie’s meeting the Granville’s arrived and she felt quite nervous as she got herself ready. She had told Violet she was quite able to get herself ready and that she was in no need of a ladies maid and though Violet and Benedict said she should have one, she had backed them down to at least let her get through her wedding and honeymoon before they would acquire one…

And the second Ladies maid in the Bridgerton Household was getting Violet and Hyacinth ready for their journey to Kent where the wedding would be taking place.

Sophie was able to spend an hour getting herself ready and fretting over what to wear, before she ultimately decided on a dark green dress. It was one of the few items that Genevieve had already prepared that would fit Sophie without any sort of adjustments being required.

After tea with the Granville’s Sophie would be going over to Bridgerton House for the night before they would leave for Kent the next morning and then the wedding the day after. It had been a whirlwind of a day and she felt exhausted but she was determined that she would meet the Granville’s before the wedding.

Benedict made his way over to Number 5 to collect his fiancee, wearing a green waistcoat and Violet chuckled to herself as she went to collect Sophie who was talking to Hyacinth in the parlour.

“What is so funny, mother?” Benedict asked as Violet walked away

“You’ll see” Violet replied with a wave of her hand and when she reappeared two minutes later with Sophie, he saw what was so amusing.

They were matching. The colour of his waistcoat was almost identical to that of Sophie’s dress, to the point he was sure that his tailor had either taken the fabric from Genevieve or she had provided the fabric to his tailor.

Sophie beamed and giggled “You’d have thought we had planned it” she grinned as Benedict walked over and took her gloved hand and kissed it. It was all he dared do in front of his mother. His ears were still ringing a little from the slap he had received when he brought Sophie home for 7am looking rather dishevelled.

Benedict smiled “you look beautiful” he said taking her arm “mother we shall go directly to Bridgerton House from the Granville’s. Kate will be expecting us. I hope this is acceptable”

“Very well, I shall see you tomorrow at Aubrey Hall, Benedict, I swear if you do not behave yourself, I will render your wedding night, and honeymoon entirely useless” Violet warned as she watched the newly engaged couple make their way out of the house into the waiting carriage.

“Don’t worry she doesn’t mean that. She wants more Grandchildren” Benedict grinned as he saw the flush on Sophie’s cheeks once they were out in the June sunshine.

“Benedict” Sophie hissed, her face going more red. Benedict’s words had turned the waiting footman red in the cheeks as he looked at Sophie and Sophie just wanted the ground to swallow her.

She might have enjoyed listening to the stories the other maids and footmen would tell, and might enjoy the attention from her soon-to-be husband but it didn’t mean she wanted the entire world to know what they were doing.

That and they weren’t even married yet, the fact she had anticipated her wedding vows four times already… was enough to have her redder than a raspberry.

“Oh bish” Benedict said as he helped Sophie up into the carriage “it’s nothing they’ve not heard or seen before with my brother and his wife” he said climbing in after her and sitting next to her on the seat.

“And… my darling, when we leave for our honeymoon from Aubrey…” he said, leaning in and whispering in her ear as the door shut and they heard the footman getting onto the carriage and readying the horses to depart “nothing they won’t hear from us the moment we set off”

“Benedict!” Sophie practically yelled, slapping his shoulder as her entire body flushed with embarrassment and as much as it pained her to admit it… anticipation.

Benedict just laughed and pressed a kiss to the pulse point in Sophie’s neck, a place he had learned would make her moan with unbidden passion.

Sophie bit her lip to avoid it as he moved back to ear and with a husky growl whispered “I’d give you a little preview of the pleasure that can be had in a carriage… but the Granville’s do not live that far away and I fear if I were to hear you moan and scream as I tasted you… we would never make it to tea”

Sophie swallowed, sure her entire body was completely red with embarrassment as she decided two could play that game “well then Mr Bridgerton…” she said in what she hoped was a seductive voice… “it is a shame and I would offer to use my mouth and taste you but alas… I fear we will not make tea and I find myself rather… parched right now but if you are a good boy during tea and through supper with your brother and Kate… then perhaps I shall reward you in kind tonight… if you are able to make it to my bedchamber without being caught”

Benedict blinked and looked up from Sophie’s neck where he had been lavishing kisses, shock and arousal evident on his face.

“You… You…” he stammered, unable to find the words as he heard every little innuendo and he felt is cock twitching in his breeches.

Sophie burst into fits of giggles as she saw his face “you minx”

“You started my darling” Sophie replied innocently smoothing down her skirts “perhaps you should sit opposite me rather than next to me so that we are not tempted and you can be a good boy” she teased

“Minx! Behave” Benedict grumbled as he started trying to think of mathematical computations to get his growing erection to subside.

“You started it” she said sweetly.

“Oh what did I do to deserve such a wonderful wife” he chuckled shaking his head

“Do you need help with that?” she grinned gesturing at his rather obvious bulge

“You just said we do not have time…” Benedict grumbled

“Well no, you said it, I just repeated it, but I was more thinking I could tell you about the time I watched one of the footmen cleaning up after a party and tripping down the stairs with a rather full chamber pot…”

Benedict gagged at the image in his head but it worked, any thought he had about Sophie sucking him, or him disappearing under her skirts, had gone and his erection had gone down quicker than the time he had forgotten to lock the door and his mother had walked into his room when he was 16.

“Oh that… that’s just…” he gagged again but Sophie was too busy giggling away in her seat.

“It worked didn’t it?” she asked innocently.

“I do believe you might be the death of me my love” Benedict said putting an arm over her shoulder as the carriage continued it’s short journey

“Perhaps but you will die a happy man”

“With you by my side for the rest of my life… I absolutely will be a happy man” he smiled warmly, pressing a loving, gentle kiss to her lips.

Sophie smiled, their little chat and teasing had done a lot to make her forget her nerves about meeting Sir and Lady Granville and as the carriage came to a stop Sophie felt perfectly relaxed and she couldn’t help but wonder if that had been part of Benedict’s plan.

“Come on my love, I do not wish for us to be late, Henry’s cook makes wonderful shortbread” Benedict smiled brightly.

The carriage door opened and Benedict alighted first, offering his hand to Sophie who climbed down and looked up at the small townhouse situated about 10 minutes from Mayfair.

It was quaint and reminded Sophie of Benedict’s bachelor lodgings just a little less grand.

Sophie followed Benedict up the stairs and when he knocked the door opened, there was no butler but an older gentleman beamng “Bridgerton! I feared you had gotten lost… or decided not to come!”

“Granville, I would never miss the opportunity to have your cook's shortbread. It will be a while before I am back in London after tomorrow” Benedict grinned at his mentor.

“Come in, come in. I gave the butler and the likes the afternoon off, just a chance to chat you know. Get to know one another” Henry smiled as he peered at the blonde on Benedict’s arm.

“Thank you” Benedict said as he gestured for Sophie to lead the way into the house.

Once in and the door was shut Benedict made the introduction between Sophie and Henry.

“Sir Henry Granville, allow me the pleasure of introducing you to my fiancee, Miss Sophia Beckett… Sophie, this is Sir Henry Granville, my mentor and friend” Benedict said

Sophie bobbed a curtsey and offered her hand to Henry as was custom “It is a pleasure to meet your Sir Granville, Benedict has said such wonderful things about you and your art” Sophie smiled sweetly

“And he has told me such wonderful things about your my dear, and has not done justice to your beauty with his words” Henry smiled “but please… call me Henry, we are amongst friends are we not Miss Beckett”

“Very well Henry, then i insist that you call me Sophie, it is what my friends call me” Sophie smiled

“Come on we best make it into the sitting room before Lucy comes thundering out looking for us” Henry grinned

“Oh I am sure she won’t take lightly to you saying that Henry” Benedict chuckled.

Henry laughed “oh I have no doubt but she was just ensuring the cook made enough biscuits as she knows how much of a fiend you are for them” he said as he led them down the hallway towards their drawing room.

Benedict beamed and Sophie chuckled “perhaps I should ask Lady Granville if her cook would be prepared to give us the recipe”

“If you ask really nicely I am sure she could” Henry said as he opened the door to the drawing room and he led them into the room where Lucy was waiting. She stood instantly and looked at her husband through narrowed eyes

“It does not take that long to open the door, I know James normally answers the door but it isn’t that heavy” Lucy teased

“Sorry dearest, but I couldn’t pass an opportunity to tease Benedict” Henry grinned

“Well that’s even worse, you know you are meant to share in that particular pleasure” Lucy smirked as Benedict walked in the room with Sophie on his arm and Sophie giggled and Lucy looked at her and Sophie felt her entire body go red wondering if it was perhaps a bit inappropriate for her to giggle.

She also wasn’t sure if her blush was due to the fact that her soon to be husband had slept with this woman and she felt a little self-conscious about that. How did one act around a former lover of one’s soon to be husband?

“Lucy, may I present Miss Sophia Beckett… Benedict’s Fiancee… Miss Beckett may I present my wife, Lady Lucy Granville” Henry said making the introductions.

Sophie bobbed a curtsey “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Granville” Sophie said, suddenly feeling very timid and shy.

“It’s wonderful to meet you too, Benedict has told us so much about you that I feel we are friends already, so please call me Lucy, I am sure Henry has already told you to call you by his name” Lucy smiled warmly, seeing the way the younger woman was looking a little uncomfortable she wanted to put her at ease as best as she could.

“He did. That would be lovely thank you” Sophie said

“Why don’t we all take a seat as I am sure I can see Benedict about to start salivating at the smell of the biscuits” Lucy laughed gesturing to the sofa.

Sophie laughed “he is a Bridgerton, be grateful it wasn’t Colin or Gregory, they would have been gone already”

“I saw them at your brother and sister’s weddings, I thought the older one was going to swallow the entire plate of sandwiches whole” Henry chuckled

“That would be Colin,” Benedict said as he sat down next to Sophie.

“How do you take your tea Sophie?” Lucy asked

“Milk with two sugars please” Sophie replied politely as Lucy handed Benedict his tea and a plate of the biscuits.

“Thank you,” Benedict said, putting one of the biscuits straight into his mouth and eating it happily.

“So Sophie, Benedict told us a bit about you but I have to say, and I hope you will forgive me for being forward, but you have a remarkable accent for a former housemaid” Henry said

Sophie nearly dropped the tea Lucy was handing to her, she had expected some questions and it had been the one she had been asked most of her life, from the moment she started working for Araminta she had been plagued by people saying she was so well spoken for a maid.

“I…” She stammered

Benedict put his hand on her leg as Henry blushed “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No… it’s okay” Sophie managed to say. “I…” she blinked, not sure what to say or how to answer and looked at Benedict with a little bit of fear as she had no idea what to do or say.

“You can tell them the truth, out of everyone in London, they won’t say anything I promise” Benedict said.

Lucy and Henry looked at one another confused before Lucy spoke “we… we know what it is like to keep a secret, if you want to share… I promise it will come to our graves with us”

Henry nodded “whatever happens in these walls, stays within these walls and doesn’t get spoken about”

Sophie swallowed, took a sip of her tea. She knew from Benedict had told her that she could trust these people, Henry had kept his own secret for years, Lucy kept that secret and went along with the ruse in public. Lucy had never said anything about the parties or her own affairs and kept her husband’s secret.

Benedict took Sophie’s hand and squeezed them “i trust these two with my life, outside of my family, these are probably the only two i’d trust with the truth”

“Okay…” Sophie replied with a deep breath “will… will you help me?” she asked Benedict who nodded.

Over the next 45 minutes Sophie told Henry and Lucy of her past, the second time she had told her story and probably the last as she had no intention of anyone else ever finding the truth. It would be the last time she spoke of it, the story that Violet had told would be the one that would be her future and her past.

Henry and Lucy listened carefully to what they were being told and did their best to keep the horror of Sophie’s past off their faces.

They were shocked to find out what Sophie had been put through and were stunned even more when Benedict told them how Sophie had punched Lady Penwood.

“Wow” Lucy said in a little awe “I mean… I never liked Lady Penwood… One of the models used to work for her and said she was a bitch… if you’ll pardon my french” she blushed a little

Sophie laughed “I mean… she was to everyone but she really hated me”

“I…” Henry said looking at Sophie with wide-eyed shock.

“What is it?” Lucy asked her husband

“I… i think i may have met you as a child” Henry said blinking rapidly and Sophie looked at him with just as much shock on her face as was one his

“I beg your pardon?” Sophie said “You… how?”

“Well… it was just when I was starting out in the field fresh from University, my father and older brother knew your father… and he asked if perhaps I wanted to come to Penwood to practise my portrait skills. Your father wanted a new one and I remember seeing a small girl, you must have been about 9 years old in the Library, wearing a little white dress, no shoes and hair down climbing on the tables to reach for books”

Sophie gasped, her hands flew to her mouth. “You… You were… you were the one who got Cendrillon down for me!”

“I was! Lord… I had always wondered what had happened to the Earl’s Ward but when I enquired with Lady Penwood…” Henry’s face turned pale and he tasted acid in his mouth

“She told those in the village that knew about me that I’d died…”

“SHE DID WHAT?!” Benedict roared, the last of his biscuits on the plate falling to the floor at his outrage.

“Oh come on Benedict, what else was she going to do? There were precious few people who knew who I was or about my existence. I didn’t… I didn’t realise anyone in London knew about me” Sophie said softly. “But there were people in the village that knew about me, and i’d heard her telling someone about a week after my father’s will was read and she told me about the changes…” she smiled sadly.

“If I had known…” Henry said

“Please… don’t. There is no need to concern yourselves with ifs and what if’s and buts, what matters now is that it is in the past, we need no longer concern ourselves with what occurred in the past. Any of what happened in the past” Sophie said with a smile on her face “I am alive, I am safe and that woman can no longer hurt me”

“You are incredible” Lucy said, a breath of awe leaving her as she chuckled at the “in awe” look of sheer adoration of Benedict’s face “if I was in your shoes I am not sure I’d be so bright and perky about the entire thing”

“The way I look at it, yes I can be bitter about what happened to me but what is that going to achieve? I’ve got so much more to look forward to in my life than I ever thought or dreamed possible… by looking back and sulking on what happened means she won… and I refuse to let her dictate or ruin my life anymore” Sophie replied

“That is a very good attitude to have” Henry replied “though Benedict. I do have a question for you?”

“Yes?” Benedict asked looking at his mentor sceptically

“How on earth did you not realise Sophie was your mystery lady from the ball? I mean… I get that she is slimmer than the pictures you first sketched… but the face…” Henry teased and laughed as Benedict went bright red.

“Don’t tease him, he got enough of that last night from his family. My hair is much shorter than it was back then and the weight has come off my face, not just the rest of my body” Sophie said, defending her soon to be husband.

Henry just smiled and watched the two for a moment with a glance to his wife and they could both see the love and devotion the newly engaged, soon to be wed couple had in front of them.

They sat talking for a little while longer before Henry asked Benedict’s opinion on some art that he was working on and the two gentlemen left the room and Sophie tried not to feel too uncomfortable at being left with the woman who knew Benedict intimately.

Sophie’s fingers started to fidget with the skirts of her dress and Lucy noticed and gave Sophie a small smile “You have no need to be nervous around me…”

“I know it’s just… well… I felt a bit odd around Madame Delacroix yesterday… I’m marrying the man you…” Sophie went red.

“Sophie” Lucy said moving to sit closer to her “as we said earlier, what happens in this house. Benedict was a wonderful experience and I won’t lie, it was a fantastic night but anyone with a pair of eyes can see how utterly devoted he is to you… so I promise you, nothing will ever happen in that area again”

“It’s… I…” Sophie swallowed “it’s not that… well not just that… but I just… wonder if he will eventually get bored of me… he has had such an… array of women to keep him entertained… with just…”

Lucy put her hand on top of Sophie’s “Darling girl, when a man loves a woman, he needs no one else… and he will teach you, and should you feel you need any advice, you can always write to me… I am sure the girls who came to our parties told you things”

Sophie blushed but nodded “they did… I… I find that I am eager to learn”

“Then that is all Benedict will ever need, but if you ever wish to talk, or ask anything you can always write or if you are in London, my door will always be open. Henry wishes to support Benedict in any way he can with his art, and from what he has told us of your encouragement to continue with this work… I am positive we will see a lot of each other over the years to come as Benedict continues to flourish”

Sophie smiled “Thank you Lucy, that is very kind. I do wish to encourage his art, he is so talented! He just lacks confidence”

“Well he could not ask for a more supportive wife” Lucy smiled

Sophie beamed at her “and I believe he could not have more supportive friends, nor could I” Sophie said

Lucy hugged Sophie tightly just as the men reentered the room and Henry chuckled “I think we may find our wives end up as thick as thieves…”

“Don’t you know it” Lucy shot back at them, giving Benedict a wink and Sophie just grinned.

It was an innocent smile but he could see that Sophie had found a friend in Lucy and he was pleased that Sophie had someone outside of their family that knew the truth about her.

Lucy and Henry accepted them for who they were and they accepted Lucy and Henry for who they were. The two couples knew the truth about the other and it was nice for each of them as when Sophie and Benedict would come to London, Sophie would always have tea with Lucy and Henry and Lucy would sometimes come to Wiltshire, sometimes with Lord Wetherby but it was refreshing to be themselves with one another.

Sophie and Lucy would write to one another and Lucy would often include some of her adventures at the latest party her husband hosted and when Lucy found that she was pregnant turned to Sophie for advice.

Lucy and Henry find a place outside of London to raise their daughter Emily, moving further north to York where Henry set up studios and so the two couples saw less and less of one another until Emily turned 19 and they decided it was time for her to make her bow in society…

And they saw one another for the first time in nearly 12 years at the unveiling of Benedict’s fourth work of art being presented to the National Gallery and celebrating its unveiling… for the two sets of parents to realise…

Emily and Charlie… had already met and several months later…The Granville’s and The Bridgerton’s became a family.

[1shot-wonder]

One- The Day You Met (Colin POV)

Part one of Colin's POV of "5 Times Colin Birdgerton Fell in Love and One Time He Did Something About It"

Masterlist

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1146

Series Summary: After his heartbreak over Marina Thompson and a wonderful trip abroad, Colin Bridgerton is finally starting to get his feet back under him. And when a new lady debuts on the marriage market, he may be ready to give love another chance.

Summary: Like so many stories, it starts with a ball. And a meddling brother

“Tell me, do you two intend to get married at all this decade, or are you going to wait until mother literally drags you both down the aisle?” Anthony asked as he walked up to his brothers, Kate on his arm. Colin and Benedict rolled their eyes at their brother. 

“You only started courting Edwina because you felt it was your duty.” Benedict reminded his brother. He saw something flicker over his brother’s face, but he was too drunk to think about it.

“And look how well it worked out for him.” Kate piped up. One of her hands rested steadily on her stomach. “It would not kill you to dance, gentleman.”

“Ugh, mother has infected you.” Colin mumbled. 

“It may be the pregnancy, actually. I heard it makes women more romantic.” A voice piped up from behind them. Benedict smiled at the newcomer.

“Lady Granville, how are you?” He greeted her with a kiss on the hand. 

“Quite well, although I find myself without a companion for the moment, as Henry has taken it upon himself to escort our ward.” Lucy gestured casually towards the other side of the room. “I was wondering if you would be so kind as to escort me to the lemonade table?” Benedict smiled and offered his hand, shooting Colin a victorious look as he was led away from their new meddlers. 

“You do not seem the sort to seek an escort to the lemonade.” He observed. “Know that I mean no offense when I say this, but please tell me you are not trying to set me up with your ward.” Lucy laughed. 

“No, I do not think you two are suited for each other.” Lucy admitted. “As a matter of fact, I was hoping you might be willing to send your brother our way.” 

“You are serious?”

“Yes.” Lucy confirmed. “I believe they could be a good match. You may foist all the blame on me if you like.” She offered. Benedict sighed. 

“I owe you and your husband quite a bit for the wake-up call he gave me.” He admitted. “So, I will take my brother’s wrath on your behalf.” Lucy smiled.

“Wonderful. Who knows, maybe he will be thanking you by the end of the night.”

“I doubt it.”

///

“I loathe you.” Colin muttered as Benedict led him around the room.

“I am doing a favor for a friend. There are worse things than being forced into a single dance with a pretty girl.” Benedict insisted. “Besides, Lu- Lady Granville would not have made the suggestion if she did not think you compatible, so I am willing to bet she can at least carry on an interesting conversation.”

“Granville had better have taken a bullet for you.” Colin insisted. But he did adjust his coat and follow his brother to where the Granvilles were standing. 

“Sir Granville, Lucy Granville. You remember my younger brother, Colin.” Benedict nudged the younger forward. Henry cast one knowing look at his wife before bowing. 

“Of course. It is a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Bridgerton. If we may introduce you to our ward, Cassidy Dilber.” Miss Dilber stepped forward and curtsied. “Cassidy, these are two of the Bridgertons I was telling you about, my associate Benedict, and his younger brother Colin.” Colin was the one who reached out to take her offered hand. 

“Charmed.” He said quietly. He had to admit, it wasn’t entirely a lie. Cassidy was not quite traditionally beautiful. Her hair was dark, a few shades darker than the famous Bridgerton hair. 

Her face was quite round, her lips fuller than average. The corners of her mouth were lifted in a permanent smile, and it seemed natural. Her skin was clear, but not quite fair. And her eyes…they were almost golden in color. Colin found himself momentarily distracted by them. He was distracted by her entire appearance, really. While not conventional, he found her quite lovely. And when he asked for a spot on her dance card, it was not entirely due to his brother’s presence over his shoulder.

“So, Miss Dilber.” He spoke quietly as they stepped onto the floor for their dance. “I believe I heard you grew up in Kent?”

“Yes.” She confirmed. “I stayed in the family country estate for most of my life. We would visit the city every spring, so I could see the masters, but other than that…”

“My childhood was much the same.” Colin admitted. “Our country seat is called Aubrey Hall. It is one of my favorite places in the world. If nothing else, it is nice to get away from the…let us call it action, of the city.” She laughed quietly. 

“Is it true that you have traveled?”

“You have done your research, haven’t you?” He asked quietly. Miss Dilber glanced away. “It’s alright. Everyone knows. Yes, it is true. I spent a few months farther east on the continent, mostly in Greece.”

“Greece?” Cassidy repeated.

“Oh? Where?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.” She smiled dreamily. “I mean, I am a hopeless romantic who dreams of walking the streets of Paris under the moonlight, but other than that I will accept anything.” It was Colin’s turn to laugh. It was nice to laugh at a ball again. “Do you have many siblings?”

“Yes. Seven, in total. I am the third.”

“Seven?” She repeated. “I can’t imagine it. I am an only child.” Colin nodded. He had figured as much, given her circumstances. Suddenly, Miss Dilber was knocked into by another woman on the floor. Colin immediately pulled her closer, groaning internally when he recognized Cressida Cowper.

“I am so sorry! I did not see you there!” Colin sucked in a breath. Cressida had never forgiven him for jilting her in defense of Penelope at the ball two years ago. He doubted she ever would. He ignored her entirely, spinning Miss Dilber back into the dance with ease. 

“Well she seemed…lovely.” The dry tone of her voice, coupled with the red flush of frustration on her cheeks, made him laugh again. Loudly, this time. She jumped a little, then joined in the laughter. Colin was heedless of the eyes on them as he finished the dance off with an extra twirl. He clapped genuinely as they finished the dance, eyes taking in Miss Dilber’s flushed smile. 

“Thank you for the dance, Mr. Bridgerton.” She said, “It was lovely.” Colin felt his lips quirk up in a smile. 

“The pleasure was mine, Miss Dilber.” He told her with a bow. “I would like to see you again soon, if I may.”

“Yes. Yes I would like that very much.”“Yes. I won’t bore you with the details, I am quite certain my brothers will automatically develop headaches.” Another giggle. 

“I won’t make you tell me tonight, but I wouldn’t mind hearing about your travels.” She admitted. “I’ve always wanted to travel.”

[lilliad-dreams]

Henry swallowed- The room was becoming unbearably hot. He left his coat by the bedside table, unbuttoning his shirt- It seemed to be choking him somehow. He took a seat next to the bed, watching, his body quite tense.

“I rather don’t mind how you treat me.. As long as I’m being treated at all. It is rather torturous to be neglected.” She purred under her breath. Of course- It was neither of the Granville’s faults that she had to find sustenance outside of her husband’s care. She didn’t blame Henry for not engaging with her sexually- She knew it made him uneasy, uncomfortable- It wasn’t in his nature to be able to be intimate with her. It never had been, and it never would be.

Underneath the sheet, Lucy was already bare. Her hair and soft makeup were still intact- Her hair done up in a little clasp on the top of her head, her slight curls bouncing over her shoulders. Her tan skin seemed to glow in the candlelight- She absolutely thrived here, her body on display.

She admired Benedict as he removed his clothing, her arm subconsciously moving up to stroke along his face. “You, my good sir, also know how to entice someone, it seems..” She said, her voice dripping with seduction- She’d already gotten a taste of Benedict in the past, and she was excited to know him infinitely better.

Henry climbed off the bed, still very naked as he bent over to dig through a drawer next to the bed. He rummaged through it for a bit before he pulled out a small vial, which seemed to be filled with oil. He stood up, facing Benedict with a cheeky smile before he walked over and planted his lips against Benedict’s, slipping the bottle into Benedict’s hand.

He slipped back underneath the other man, getting comfortable again. “You’ll need this. I trust you, Benedict- And I’ll walk you through it. Okay?” He purred, kissing at Benedict’s chin and neck as he ran his hands down his torso. His hands were gentle, but needy- As if urging Benedict to go further. He gripped at Benedict’s hips, pulling him closer, letting their hips collide with one another’s. The heat of their bodies pooling together.

[7thcirclebaker]

Rewatching Bridgerton and I just realized in Episode 5 that the reason Benedict reacts like that to being introduced to Granvilles wife was not because he'd seen Granville being Gay AF at the orgy, but rather because right after seeing that, he'd gone and shagged said wife at the orgy

[ladymercysletters]

A Gentleman’s Eye

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Word Count : 1264

# = your first initial 

You’d heard a Bridgerton had started coming to Lord Granville’s parties but you’d never seen them there before. You yourself had only been to one once before. Henry had insisted you came as soon as your obligatory year of mourning had finished. Your old and lecherous husband had kept you practically locked away at your estate since he married only a few years previous. His greasy, sweaty palms had only touched you once or twice – trying to produce an heir, before breathed his last in some East End brothel and left you with an estate and your title.

You wandered the halls of the party for a while, wearing a half mask that just about concealed your identity. Still thinking about the Bridgerton in attendance you occupied your mind trying to decipher which one of them it could be. A brother, obviously – no unmarried lady of standing would risk being seen here, lest she completely leave behind her reputation. So, a brother. The eldest was a known rake, but an artists den didn’t seem like the type of establishment he’d frequent judging by the last conversation you’d had with him. The younger, Colin? If you recalled, perhaps the poor boy had been led here unawares. No, you had your money on the second son, he’d always had a wandering eye when it came to society and you were fairly sure of your guess as you thought on it more.

Slipping through the gatherings of small groups with your wine in hand, you could have missed him – being obscured by an easel, where it not for Sir Granville calling out for you and guiding you into the artists den. Henry talked away, explaining the theme of the evening and introducing you to some of the artists as you payed no mind at all. Caught in the captivating image of Benedict Bridgerton, illuminated by the glow of the fireplace, concentration clear on his furrowed brow and curved lip.

‘My dear, I have lost you’ Sir Henry jested, seeing you otherwise occupied.

‘No n… not at all, I am sorry’

‘Don’t be. Had he not had that effect on me I doubt he would have found his way here at all’ he chuckled, sipping at his glass. You both looked on. The concentration he gave to his work was undeniably attractive, but the open waistcoat and rolled sleeves made your corset feel tighter that it had before entering the room.

Feeling warm all of a sudden and completely out of your depth you made your excuses and returned to the hallway, feeling cooler already as you went in search of another glass of wine, and more platonic company.

Your husband had never spent much time with you, thank the lord, only the occasional weekend where he would lock himself away in his study with his steward. It left you a lot of time to read, and drink, and wander the painted halls alone, and untouched.

The evening wandered on and the few glasses of wine you had indulged in had taken slight effect, leaving you rosy and less guarded than before.

Benedict leant against a wall as he watched the hoards around him, leaning back to take a drag of his cigarette. Deciding on another glass of wine to fill the void left by his art he turned for wherever the source of the wine had been previously and almost toppled over a figure in his path.

Falling off your heel you were saved from toppling completely by two large hands coming around your waist to save you. As you pulled the fallen mask from your face you saw you were mere inches away from the face of Benedict Bridgerton, the man who had taken over your thoughts for the entire evening.

‘Lady Y/N’ Benedict exclaimed ‘I do apologise, I didn’t see you’

‘The fault is all mine’ you interrupted as he pulled you to your feet

‘No, I insist. I payed no mind to where I was going’ he carried on, taking your hand in his. You noted his other hand was still holding the small of your waist. ‘t least let me get you another glass’ he noted, looking down at the crystal shards strewn on the floor. He looked up at you through his lashes and you locked eyes, his crooked smile making your chest flutter as he led you gently through the halls to another glass of wine.

His conversation enthralled you – for the brother of Anthony Bridgerton you half expected him to know nothing of art and culture, however his knowledge and charm exceeded all expectations and you practically hung on his every word as you discussed the great renaissance painters. Your quiet corner of the house remained so as you talked between yourselves, only candlelight to accompany you as talked about your passions and wants in life.

The closer you became the more you enjoyed the warmth Benedict’s body emitted, his scent surrounded you and you wanted nothing more than to curl into it. Benedict was leaning in to you as well. Although he usually attended these parties in the hopes of forming more intimate relations with a woman for the evening, he found you utterly captivating. Your mask long gone he took the opportunity to drink in your features, mulling them over as only an artist could.

As you continued talking about an exhibition you had seen at Somerset House the year previous Benedict took it upon himself to brush a stray curl away from your eyes. The action took you both off guard and your closeness became apparent to both of you when his soft fingers trailed slowly down the side of your face.

‘You are unutterably beautiful; do you know that?’ Benedict whispered lowly.

‘Do you say that to everyone you bump into?’ you quipped back, wine slowing your speech

‘Never in my life’ he growled, towering over you as you pressed a palm to his chest.

‘I am a Lady’ you sighed – his closeness enough to set every hair on your body on edge. His breath bringing goose bumps out on your skin.

‘And I a Gentleman… My Lady’ Benedict whispered into your skin as he laid one solitary soft kiss to the bared skin of your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat. Never in all your years had anyone treated you with such softness. As he pulled back, he brushed the tip of his nose gently across your jawline, separating you both mere inches as you had been before. ‘I have never met a woman like you before.’

‘You shouldn’t have met me tonight’ you smirked, knowing that this couldn’t go any further than you both wanted it too. It was already dangerous enough being here without your mask, but in a darkened corner with a gentleman, you could be ruined.

Benedict leaned back, wiping his hand over his face to sober himself up. Of course - he could ruin you like this, and however much he desired you he couldn’t be your downfall. You slipped out off of the bench and out of the soft grasp of his fingertips, fleeing through the open door; holding your mask to your face before your carriage swept you away into the night. Benedict watched through the frosted window as you were carried away into the night. Already missing your presence he turned to see you had left your handkerchief on the table – Initials decorating the corner read #P. Pocketing the item as he stood to retire for the evening he determined that he would find you again.

[faebirdie]

so, i just rewatched Bridgerton with my mama and as much as i love the show i do have a critique that i haven't seen brought up at all. first, i want to say that i absolutely love the idea of period pieces being made more inclusive and set in a forward thinking society. like give us this 100 more times. no more period pieces where the only poc are maids or slaves. fuck those.

but why then, if you are already changing the source material and the history to make it more inclusive, do lgbtq+ people still have to hide and be at risk? why has society only progressed so far if "Love conquers all." as the incredible Lady Danbury so wonderfully puts it? don't us queer folks deserve to see ourselves happy in period pieces too?

if you are already adding in storylines to open the door for diversity then how hard is it to add in one about the queen's lesbian daughter or her trans son? i mean as it is there are only two gay characters in the show (only one of whom who talks) and no trans characters. and if i remember right both of them are white. lgbtq+ poc deserve more then that.

the point is, why in a show about love conquering all does MY love have to hide in the shadows still? how is that right?

[mcfiddlestan]

Headcannons accepted.

And same on Charles Blake! 😂🤣

I’m headcanoning Benedict as bi and Eloise as an ace lesbian.

Also I was not expecting Charles Blake from Downton Abbey to show up and be Benedict’s bi awakening

[fanaticalfantasist]

A Smile Across the Floor (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

A/N: I have started, finally, reading the Bridgerton novels and omg! I love them so much, esepcially the brothers! Anyway have another imagine/oneshot :) 

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Part 2: The Card         Part 3: Flowers

The ballroom at Lady Danbury’s was packed with debutantes and mothers, all waiting for the next match to be made. Mothers peraded their daughters around the floor like horses waiting to be sold to the highest bidder, each one groomed to perfection. (Y/N) Keats felt massively out of place at such an event, she did not have a mother to parade her around the room or even hold her hand. Her older brother Henry hadn’t even bothered to come, he’d found a wife the last season. She was insufferable woman who wanted (Y/N) out of their home as soon as possible. If she had not recieved an invitation to join Sir Henry Granville and his wife for the season she was certain she’d have been forced to marry the local vicar. 

“Stop fretting my dear you look beautiful” Lucy Granville assured the nervous young woman who was almost shaking with fear. This wasn’t the world that she was use to. Her brother always hid her away from the world, mainly becuase he saw her as a burden and embaressment. She was far too smart, and artistic for his liking. She was too beautiful for the liking of his wife, and as such (Y/N) had been treated as a useless burden for most of her life. So being dressed up in a fine gown in a ballroom wasn’t in (Y/N)‘s comfort zone. 

Benedict Bridgerton had been hiding in the corner of the ballroom with Eloise, both trying to avoid their mother and who they’d be forced into dancing with. Eloise was in the middle of a rant about how uncomfortable her dress was, when one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. She looked around the room as if she’d never been in a room like this or at least with this many people. He noted how she stayed close to the Granville’s who she’d arrived with, he carried on watching her for most of the evening. 

“She’s not normally this nervous.” the voice of Henry Granville made Benedict jump out of his thoughts. He turned to his mentor with a raised eyebrow, as if to ask what he could mean. 

“Benedict I may not be an expert in matches, but I know that look in your eyes. (Y/N) is a lovely young woman, she is staying with us. Maybe you should come over tomorrow, she likes Hyacinths.” with that Granville walked away from they young man. 

Benedict watched as Henry made his way over to his wife and their ward, he whispered something in the young woman’s ear and she blushed. Looking across the room she made eye contact with Beneditct. The world stopped, everyone froze in place as they looked at each other and smiled. 

[wespersdaughter]

ten out of ten - benedict bridgerton x reader

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Summary: You’re already intrigued by the second Bridgerton brother, the artist. So when your favourite modiste tells about his *ahem* game, you need to know just how good he is.

Warnings: this is easily my spiciest fic yet, there’s nothing explicit but reader is pretty horny for Benedict so be aware of that (to be fair so am I), and apparently I can't even get spicy without sprinkling some angst in there too so watch out for that

A/N: This is purely because of this line in Need to Know by Doja Cat - it’s so much fun to scream in your car at a red light, you get the funniest looks (also we stan asexual/aromantic king William Calthorpe in this household - you’ll get it when you read)

“You really should come to one of Granville’s parties. They’re wonderful fun.” Genevieve says as she kisses your shoulder.

You wouldn’t mind in all honesty, Gen had told you about them before. Plus you enjoyed your trysts with her so much that you’re certain it would be great.

“That artist you’re so obsessed with was there the other night.” She smiles, knowing she’s hooked you.

You turn to face her, “Benedict?”

“Who else my love?”

You give a little hum of surprise.

“I introduced him to Mrs Granville that night, you know.” Genevieve closes her eyes, like she’s reminiscing about something. “He’s rather well-endowed. A ten out of ten in fact. And he’s very educated on female anatomy.”

“Is that so?” When she nods, you kiss her.

Seconds later, you find yourself on your back, your lover pressing kisses down your neck and chest.

“Well if just thinking about a night with him gets you so eager, I should try him out myself.” Your breath falters as you finish your sentence. Genevieve laughs softly before disappearing under the covers.

~*~*~*~*~

You’re a relatively close friend of Lady Danbury, she seemed to attract those with awful families. So by default, you were a close friend of Simon Basset and Anthony Bridgerton. This meant that you were invited to all of their soirées, your favourite being birthdays (they often get very rowdy and you tease them relentlessly for it).

This particular occasion is celebrating the birth of baby Edmund, Anthony’s first child with his very beautiful wife.

“Let’s hope he takes after Kate.” You joked when he showed off the baby’s sweet little cheeks.

“Very funny.”

“I know.”

You wander around after that, finding Lady Danbury with young Daphne Basset (née Bridgerton). The two are taking a turn about the room, Daphne clearly enjoying the company of her surrogate mother-in-law.

You join them, using the opportunity to find the Bridgerton that had been plaguing your dreams.

“How’s William?” Daphne asks.

“Still holding on.” Your husband is well in his 50s, and has been plagued with illness for most of his adult life.

“And what did the doctor say?” Daphne frowns with sympathy.

“He should get his affairs in order.” She rubs your hand where it sits in the crook of her arm.

“I will help you once it happens, dear one.” Lady Danbury smiles, empathy swelling in her eyes.

You respond with your own smile, but it’s not genuine. While you did not love your husband like you should, he is a very dear friend to you.

You finally spot Benedict speaking with the Granvilles and Lord Wetherby. You take your leave from the women, Lady Danbury winking while Daphne looks on, confused.

Lucy notices you first, stepping away from her husband to greet you with a kiss on your cheek.

“Y/N Calthorpe, now you are a sight for sore eyes.” Henry’s warm voice never fails to make you smile.

“It’s wonderful to see you all.” You embrace Sir Granville and Lord Wetherby. “Who’s your friend?” You do a very obvious scan of his body, lingering on his chest and broad shoulders.

Henry stifles a laugh at your flirtatious tone, Genevieve had told Lucy about your crush on the blue-eyed artist and in turn she told her husband.

“Benedict Bridgerton.” The man presses a lingering kiss to your hand, maintaining his intense eye contact. You can’t help but imagine what those lips would feel like elsewhere. His voice is low as he asks, “Have we met before?”

“I’m a friend of Anthony’s.”

“Yes, you're the one... married to Lord Calthorpe.” His confidence falters. Oh no, the sweet man thinks he's done something wrong.

You give him a quizzical look. Honestly, how can he be friends with Sir Granville and not understand that sometimes marriage is only a necessity?

Lucy wraps her arm around yours, “No need to look so terrified. They have a similar arrangement to Henry and I.”

The tall man tries to hide his sigh of relief but you’re not blind. He was clearly a little attracted to you, if not as much as you were to him.

“Would you like to dance, Benedict?”

~*~*~*~*~

The dance is between pairs thankfully, allowing you to get as close as society deems you can be. It also means you can at least explain yourself to the man you fancy.

“It was arranged by my father.”

“Hmm?”

“My marriage to Lord Calthorpe.” You smile sadly. “My father was a cruel man who saw William as a way for me to no longer be a disappointment.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m an only child, and so an only daughter. My father’s name ends with him.”

“Oh.”

“He’s always wanted sons, so my very birth was disappointing. My mother passed before they could have more children. And so my father's final vindictive act before he died was to marry me off to a rich old man he thought he could swindle.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” It doesn’t feel empty coming from him, you can see in his face, he genuinely means what he says.

“It’s not your fault. In any case, my father died soon after the wedding, and I've been incredibly lucky with Lord Calthorpe. He’s never been interested in anyone, romantically or otherwise.”

The music ends but you find you don't want to separate from Benedict.

You walk arm in arm, hoping to spend as much time as you can together, “William is one of my dearest friends now, and I love him as such.”

Benedict clears his throat, “I hope I’m not being too forward in asking this, but may I see you again soon?”

You were hoping he'd ask, “Blackstone Hall, tonight. A housemaid will leave the kitchen doors open for you.”

He kisses your hand and your breath catches in your throat.

As you walk away, Lucy teases the young man, "So when's the wedding?"

Your heart clenches with anticipation for the evening ahead of you.

~*~*~*~*~

A few days later, you read Lady Whistledown over breakfast. You rather enjoy the woman’s wit, even if she can be too nosy for your liking.

William takes a deep breath through his nose, “Little one, I would like to talk to you about something.”

You frown, folding the paper gently, “Yes, darling.”

“I feel… There’s something… I just wanted to tell you that I approve of a relationship between you and young Benedict Bridgerton.”

“Is something wrong? What did the doctor say this morning?”

“No, no dear one.” He coughs into a handkerchief, “I’ve just heard you speak of this Benedict before, and I hope you know that I want you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

Tears well in your eyes. You truly loved the man before you. Not romantically, that was never going to happen. But you were incredibly thankful for his kindness and friendship.

You step around the table, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. You’re still worried about him, but when he leans his head into your hip, you cannot help but feel reassured.

“I love you, William.”

“And I love you, little one.”

“Is there anything you need from me?” You watch his face for any changes, any sign he needs you to stay. There’s nothing.

“Well if you’re certain, I would like to visit Genevieve today, I’ll be back for dinner.” You kiss his head and move off, grabbing a maid to help you get ready.

You miss the sad little smile on your husband’s face as he calls for you to “enjoy yourself.”

~*~*~*~*~

“You were right. Ten out of ten.” You can’t keep the grin from your face. And the modiste can’t help but notice your lovestruck eyes. You lower your voice, “Like, are we certain he’s just an artist? I mean those arms.”

Genevieve laughs brightly and continues to fold some material, attempting to look hard at work, “Are you going to tell William?”

“I already have.”

“And?”

“He’s given me his blessing.” You can’t bring yourself to tell her about the rest of the conversation with your husband.

“Oh my love that’s wonderful!” She hugs you tightly, and when she pulls away, she runs her hands down your arms. She smiles mischievously, intertwining your fingers. “I can close the store for a short while. Anything longer than that will have to be without me.”

You’re a little confused but you tease, “I think I can manage.”

You kiss her cheek and head to her room. Laying in her bed, much to your surprise, is the man of the hour. Covered only by a single white sheet.

You clear your throat, “Well now this is something I could get used to.”

He sits up, “I was hoping you’d come up here.” It looks like he’s about to get up so you move quickly, straddling his waist. He wraps his arms your waist. “Genevieve told me you would probably visit today, and we could have some tea together.”

“Oh, tea is it?” You smile. There’s something under the sheet that would suggest otherwise.

You kiss him and when he pulls away, the sweetest flush has bloomed on his cheeks. “I hope it’ll be a little more than just tea, dear Benny.”

“Started without me?” Genevieve jokes as she closes the door behind her, locking it just in case.

“Of course, I’ve been waiting for this all morning.” Benedict can’t look away from you. You tap his cheek lightly, then reach a hand out to Genevieve.

“Let’s enjoy some tea then shall we?”

[1shot-wonder]

5 Times Colin Bridgerton Fell In Love and One Time He Did Something About it (Colin Bridgerton x Fem!OC

(GIF Credit to bridgertonland)

Okay, disclaimer: This is not an x reader. I’m sorry! I just really liked this 5 +1 idea but I couldn’t figure out how to make it work and I really really really just have baby boy on the brain. I will be adding the main three Bridgerton boys to the request list as well, but only for the show. Below the cut will be the summary and more info! Thank you so much for reading!

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This fic takes place in the show timeline, not the books, since I am only two books in and also wanted to use the Marina plot. However this is an AU where Penelope is not in love with Colin. Takes place basically when S3 will be, during the marriage season following Kate and Anthony’s wedding.  This will actually be 14 parts. I cranked out a prologue and all six moments for Colin and intend to write the OC POV but it will take a while since I only got this out today bc it’s the holiday and therefore I did not have class.

Summary: After his heartbreak over Marina Thompson and a wonderful trip abroad, Colin Bridgerton is finally starting to get his feet back under him. And when a new lady debuts on the marriage market, he may be ready to give love another chance.

Warnings: One mention of parental death. Spoilers for Bridgerton on Netflix. But other than that, none. Fluffy fluff and just softness all around. I am a Benedict girly at heart (maybe. I say that, but I may be converted) but I do want to offer some love for this sweet boy.

Prologue:

Colin POV: Word Count 288

“Have you all heard the news?”

“Oh no.” Benedict groaned when Riley took his seat with the brothers at White’s. “I do not care about whatever gossip you have heard about the debutantes.”

“Not even that there is a new one?” Riley joked. “Present by one of your acquaintances from what I’ve heard. Sir Henry Granville and his wife’s new ward.” Benedict raised his eyebrow. 

“Alright. I’m listening.”

“Apparently her father was Sir Granville’s cousin, passed away last year. Bad heart.” Riley explained. “And her mother died of consumption when she was young. So they took her in. Her parents had been rearing her for the marriage mart. And now that the grieving period has ended…”

“The girl’s father passed away last year and now she’s being pushed into the marriage mart?” Benedict asked. “That doesn’t sound like the Granville’s.”

“The girl has already pushed her debut back quite a bit. I believe she is twenty.” Riley waved their shock away. “She can’t wait forever.”

“Kate was twenty-two.” Benedict pointed out. 

“Do not patronize me, Bridgerton, I know your brother did not exactly propose.”

“Anthony loves Kate. As do we, so watch your tongue.” Colin snapped. 

“Alright. Alright. The point still stands that twenty is older than average for a debut. Just as twenty-nine is a tad old for a proposal.” Benedict rolled his eyes. That was a no. He was grateful to Granville, but he did not think he could be a member of his family and not let something slip. Colin was the one who actually mustered up a response. 

“Thank you for the information, Riley. If our mother ever runs out of gossip with which to entertain us, we will know just where to go.

Cassidy (OC) POV: Word Count 382

“So.” Lucy smiled at Cassidy as they settled into the parlor. “It is time to discuss your desires before we go to tonight’s ball.”

“What do you mean?”

“I must know what men to steer you towards and away from.” Lucy explained. “So, I suppose my first question is this- do you desire a love match, or would you be content with a marriage of convenience, of friendship.”

“I- I would like to marry for love. If I can.” She admitted. “But why does that matter?”

“There are men who have no interest in such a match, and therefore they are not worth our time. And, of course, some men who can not give you that.” Cassidy nodded in understanding. They had revealed the nature of their marriage to her, not wanting any secrets between them. She had offered more acceptance and grace than they had expected. She was a sweet girl. “So, what sort of man do you wish to marry?” Cassidy tilted her head in thought. 

“That’s a complicated question.”

“I suppose it is.” Lucy laughed. “Then what do you wish to avoid? What is an absolute requirement?”

“Well…he has to love music. Or at the very least like it.” Cassidy stated. “I’ve always imagined myself playing the piano for my husband on quiet nights.” Lucy smiled softly. “And I want him to enjoy being outside. And travel.” She sat up. “I must marry a man who enjoys travel and will take me with him.” Lucy laughed. 

“You seem to know what you want more than you thought.” She observed. “What about his humor?” She asked lightly. “Do you want him to be impertinent and joke like you? Or would you prefer a serious man to balance you out?” 

“Maybe not quite as impertinent.” Cassidy admitted. “But he must be willing to indulge me.” Lucy nodded sagely. 

“It is very important for a husband to indulge his wife.” She agreed. “How else would I have gotten you that beautiful gown for the night?” She giggled. “So. A traveler, who likes music, and nature. And who has a sense of humor that may occasionally offend some of the more stately members of the ‘ton.” Already, a list was forming in her mind. “I believe we can find a man like that.”

I will start posting Colin’s POV’s tomorrow!

[make-me-imagine]

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

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

Story Synopsis:

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

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

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

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

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

*Takes place between Seasons One and Two.

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Chapter One: A Bitter Separation

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

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

- - - -

Chapter Two: Reunited Hearts

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

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Chapter Three: Resentment

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

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Chapter Four: Rebellious Hearts

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

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Chapter Five: Discovered

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

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Chapter Six: Sacrifice for Love

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

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Chapter Seven: Fate Unknown

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

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Chapter Eight: Secrets Unraveled

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

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Chapter Nine: Hearts United

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

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