#benedictbridgerton*

[nicolettesdreamworld]

Me when I write Benedict Bridgerton slow-burn fanfic to relax from writing about psychotic vampires but nobody interacts with it.

[thorins-queen-of-erebor]

Warnings talk of suicide!!!

After watching the second part of bridgerton season 3 I had a break down and nearly committed suicide. I was completely shattered when Benedict end up as bisexual as his romance in the book is considered one of the most romantic fairytale romances of the whole series.

I have nothing against the LGBTQIA 🏳️‍🌈 community and I am all for representation in shows but I felt it unnecessary to make a straight character bisexual who was happily married to a woman in the books as during that time period he could have been persecuted for his sexuality.

I was so I love with him but seeing that change ripped my heart apart.

Please don’t attack me if my feelings offend you I just felt like I needed to tell my story as it really destroyed me. I also have Asperger’s so it affected me maybe more than is normal.

[bridgertontess]

Good Morning!

[feelgoodbridgerton]

Chapter 12: Mr. Collins' Visit

Sorry this Chapter is short.

Ingrid woke up from a nightmare, sweating and trembling. She had dreamed of the day she was kidnapped, the day she was trampled by horses, the day she lost her memory. She had remembered everything, in vivid and painful detail. She had remembered who she was, who Benedict was, and who they were to each other. She had remembered their love, their happiness, their plans. She had remembered it all, and she wished she hadn't.

Ingrid lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She had been back at Whittington House for a week. She had recovered from her amnesia, but not from her broken leg. She had to wear a cast and use crutches, and she hated it. She felt weak, helpless, and ugly.

She also felt guilty, ashamed, and unworthy. She had pushed Benedict away, after he had declared his love for her and asked her to marry him. She had told him that he didn't want a broken or injured wife, that he deserved someone better, someone whole and beautiful. She had told him to leave her alone, and never come back.

She knew she had hurt him deeply, but she also thought she had done him a favor. She loved him more than anything in the world, but she also wanted him to be happy. And she didn't think he could be happy with her.

But of Course Benedict didn't listen to her. He refused to leave her alone. He told her that she was the most beautiful, brave, and wonderful woman he had ever met. He told her that he wanted to marry her, and that he didn't care about her leg.

She heard a knock on the door, and turned her head. She saw her mother, Lady Whittington, standing there. She looked at her with a stern and serious expression.

"Hello, Mother. What do you want?" Ingrid asked ."I want to talk to you, Ingrid. May I come in?" Lady Whittington asked.

"Sure, Mother. Come in," Ingrid said.

Lady Whittington entered the room, and sat down on a chair next to Ingrid's bed. She looked at her daughter with concern and disappointment.

"Ingrid, I'm very worried about you. You've been acting very strangely since you came back. You hardly eat or sleep or smile. You don't talk to anyone or do anything. You just lie here all day, feeling sorry for yourself," Lady Whittington said.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I'm not feeling very well," Ingrid said.

"I know you're not feeling well, Ingrid. You've been through a lot. You've been kidnapped by a monster, injured by an accident, and lost your memory for a while. You've suffered more than anyone should ever have to suffer. And I'm very proud of you for surviving and recovering from it all," Lady Whittington said.

"Thank you, Mother. That's very kind of you," Ingrid said.

"You welcome dearest now it's time for you to get dressed and come downstairs." She says standing up then patting the bed.

Looking at her quizzically Ingrid asks, "But why mother?"

"Because you have a visitor waiting for you." She replies gliding to the door and ushering in the maids.

Groaning Ingrid says, "If it's Benedict," "It is not." you're mother cuts her off sternly and shuts the door behind her.

After quite some time Ingrid is dressed and down the staircase, she walks into the dining room and to her surprise sees Mr. Collins at the table wearing his half mask that covers his injury and his cane is gently leaned against his chair.

Ingrid felt a surge of emotion as she saw Mr. Collins sitting at the table. She had not seen him since St. Mary's Hospital. She walked slowly towards him, feeling nervous and curious. She noticed that he looked pale and thin, but also handsome and dignified. He wore a dark suit and a white cravat, and his half mask was made of black leather. His brown hair was neatly combed, and his remaining eye was a deep blue. He looked up as she approached, and smiled slightly.

"Miss Whittington, I'm very glad to see you again," he said, in a low and gentle voice.

"Mr. Collins, I'm very surprised to see you here," she said, in a polite tone. She sits down across from him. "What are you doing here?"

"I hope you don't mind my visit. I came to see how you were doing, and per your mother's request give you some  advice."

"Advice? Advice about what?" Ingrid quips.

"About Whom?" Her mother inquiries. 

"Mother, please don't," Ingrid said.

"Yes, Ingrid, I'm talking about Benedict Bridgerton. He's been here every day since you came back, trying to see you and talk to you and comfort you. But you won't let him in your room or in your heart. You won't even look at him or listen to him. You just tell him to go away and leave you alone," Lady Whittington said.

 "I'm very disappointed in you, Ingrid. You've been making some very foolish and hurtful decisions lately. You've been pushing away the one person who loves you more than anything in the world. The one person who risked his life to save you from that monster. The one person who wants to make you happy for the rest of your life," Mr. Collins says.

Ingrid looks at him astonished.

Leaning forward Mr. Collins looks her in the eyes "You told me you were going to love him, and to keep him because he's the best thing that ever happened to you."

"You don't understand Mr. Collins that's easier said than done!" Ingrid exclaims frustrated.

"Do not tell me I don't understand Miss Whittington!" He retorts back.

"I'm sorry Mr. Collins I forgot about your situation please forgive me." Ingrid says sheepishly shrinking back in her chair.

"No Miss Whittington I am sorry I shouldn't have raised my voice at you, but I can't stand to see you treat Mr. Bridgerton so badly. He doesn't deserve it, Ingrid. He deserves your love and your gratitude and your respect. He's a wonderful man, Ingrid. A handsome, charming, wealthy man who could have any woman he wants in the world. But he only wants you, Ingrid. He only loves you."

"Mother, Mr. Collins, please understand, I don't want him to feel burdened or ashamed if we marry I don't want him to have a broken, injured wife." Ingrid says.

"No, Ingrid, you need to understand.  how lucky you are to have him love you so much. You need to understand how foolish you are to push him away so hard. You need to understand how wrong you are to think that he won't want a broken or injured wife," Mr. Collins said.

"Ingrid, you listen to me. He doesn't care about your broken leg or your injured body or your scars or your bruises or anything else that might make you feel less than perfect in your eyes or anyone else's eyes. He cares about your heart and your soul and your mind and your spirit and everything else that makes you who you are in his eyes or anyone else's eyes. He loves you for you, Ingrid. He loves you for you," Lady Whittington said. She reached out her hand, and held Ingrid's hand tightly.

"Mother, please," Ingrid pleads. "No, Ingrid, no more please. No more excuses. No more lies. No more self-pity. No more rejection. No more pushing him away. It's time to face the truth, Ingrid. It's time to accept his love, Ingrid. It's time to be happy, Ingrid," Lady Whittington said.

 "Ingrid. Please, for your sake and his sake and everyone's sake. Please, don't let him go. Please, don't let him slip away. Please, don't let him break his heart or yours. Please, give him a chance. Please, give yourself a chance. Please, say yes to him," Mr. Collins said.

Ingrid looked at her mother and Mr. Collins with tears in her eyes. She felt a surge of emotion in her chest. She felt love and guilt and fear and hope and happiness.

She looked at her mother in the eyes with gratitude and admiration.

"Thank you, Mother. Thank you for being here for me. Thank you for being so kind and supportive. Thank you for being my mother," she said.

Lady Whittington smiled warmly, and hugged her daughter. "You're welcome, Ingrid. You're my daughter, and I love you more than anything in the world," she said.

Mr. Collins rises from his seat and reaches for his cane. "I'm afraid I have to take my leave now," he announces. He embraces Ingrid warmly and says, "It was a pleasure to help you see reason, my dear."

"Please, stay a little longer," Mrs. Whittington urges.

"No, no, I couldn't impose. Besides, Miss Ingrid has an important call to make to Mr. Bridgerton." He winks at her and she beams with excitement. She runs off to find a suitable place for her conversation.

Mr. Collins laughs softly and shakes his head. "Ah, to be young and in love again." He sighs wistfully. "You are not too old to find love again, Mr. Collins," Mrs. Whittington assures him. "Love is a rare commodity for a man of my station and age," he replies. "Well, I hope you will find it someday, Mr. Collins," she says with a smile as she walks him to the door. "Clara, bring Mr. Collins his hat and coat, please." "They are right here, mama," Clara says, appearing from the foyer. She hands them to Mr. Collins, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you, milady," he says, taking them from her. "You're welcome," Clara says timidly. Mr. Collins puts on his coat and turns to Mrs. Whittington. "You have very lovely daughters, madam," he compliments. "Thank you, Mr. Collins," she responds, and Clara blushes even more. As he steps out of the door, he hears Clara ask, "Will we see you again, Mr. Collins?" He looks back at her and says, "Only time will tell, my dear." He tips his hat to her and closes the door behind him.

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[grindewaltz]

LUKE THOMPSON for tonight love and dark

[saturnspoet0711]

New story

I am writing a new story!

I have the following ideas in mind, but would appreciate if you helped me decide which to follow through with. Please comment and let me know who you want to read about! If you have any ideas of your own, feel free to comment those as well:)

Suggested characters:

Minho x reader (maze runner)

Benedict x reader (bridgerton)

Azriel x reader (acotar)

Fred Weasely x reader (harry potter)

Draco Malfoy x reader (harry potter)

Literally any of the Mauraders except Peter x reader (harry potter)

Jason Todd x reader (Titans)

Dick Grayson x reader (Titans)

Bellamy Blake x reader (the 100)

Remember these are only suggestions, and if you have anyone else in mind simply comment! Whichever gets the most votes, I will write first!

Later lovies,

saturnspoet<3

[burnthoneydrops]

I'm overjoyed by the new wlw story with Eloise, loved the first part.

How many parts do you plan on writing?

Hihi! First of all, thank you for the love!! Second, I honestly don’t know. I hardly ever plan stuff like that when I write; i kinda just write. I don’t know if it’ll be as long as my benedict fic but I’ll keep writing it as long as it feels like its going somewhere. I’m also in school which is taking up a good chunk of my time right now lol but we’ll see where it goes!

[anti-herostan]

lmao throwback to that time when I was wondering if Julia Quinn based Benedict's Story on Cinderella while reading the prologue for AOFAG for the first time

[colins-bridgerton]

bridgerton season 2 meme:

4/6 dynamics benedict & colin bridgerton

[nicolettesdreamworld]

Fanfic - Masterlist

Guilty as sin

in progress

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15 I Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20 I Chapter 21 I Chapter 22 I Chapter 23 I Chapter 24

Blue and Lilac

in progress

SEASON 1

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15 I Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I

SEASON 2

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I

[brknmnds]

@theonlytwoalive asked:

"You occupy my every thought." for Benedict !

Benedict had grown close to the young lord. They often snuck away and spent time alone together when the balls were happening and the artist had never found himself happier.

He had never found himself attracted to other males in the past. He really only found out it being a thing with Henry. He was confused in himself, was he attracted to Theo? Did he have feelings for him? he wasn't sure, he didn't know how to feel.

"You have been in mine as well and it confuses me." Benedict said looking over at him.

[bridgertontess]

He knows exactly what he does to us.

[feelgoodbridgerton]

Chapter 1: A Return to Society

Ingrid took a deep breath as she stepped out of the carriage and onto the cobblestone street. She could feel the eyes of the ton upon her, watching her every move, whispering behind their fans and gloves. She straightened her spine and lifted her chin, determined not to show any sign of weakness or fear.

Her sisters Clara, Esme, and Adelaide followed her lead, stepping out of the carriage with grace and poise. They were all dressed in their finest gowns, their hair styled in elegant updos, their faces painted with just a touch of rouge and powder. They looked like the perfect picture of high society debutantes, ready to take on the world.

But Ingrid knew that appearances could be deceiving. She knew that beneath their smiles and laughter, her sisters were just as nervous and anxious as she was. They were all aware of the scandal that had rocked their family, of the shame and humiliation that they had endured. They were all trying to put on a brave face and pretend that everything was fine.

Ingrid linked arms with her sisters and walked towards the entrance of the ballroom. She could hear the music and chatter from inside, could smell the perfume and candle wax. She took another deep breath and pushed open the doors.

The ballroom was crowded with people, all dressed in their finest attire, all dancing and laughing and flirting. Ingrid scanned the room, looking for familiar faces, for friends or foes. She saw a few people she knew, but most of them looked away or pretended not to see her.

She felt a pang of hurt and anger, but quickly pushed it aside. She was not here to seek approval or validation from these people. She was here to show them that she was not defeated, that she was not broken. She was here to reclaim her place in society, to prove that she was still worthy of respect and admiration.

She led her sisters to a table near the edge of the dance floor and sat down. She smoothed out her skirts and adjusted her gloves, trying to appear calm and composed. She looked around the room again, taking in the sights and sounds.

She saw a group of young men standing near the refreshment table, laughing and joking with each other. She recognized a few of them from her previous seasons in London. She wondered if any of them would approach her, if any of them would ask her to dance.

She saw a group of older ladies sitting near the fireplace, fanning themselves and gossiping with each other. She recognized some of them as well, knew that they were probably talking about her behind their fans. She wondered what they were saying, if they were pitying her or condemning her.

She saw a couple dancing in the middle of the floor, lost in their own world. They looked so happy and carefree, so in love. She felt a twinge of envy and sadness, remembering what she had lost.

She shook her head and forced herself to focus on the present. This was not the time for regrets or what-ifs. This was the time for action and determination.

She turned to her sisters and smiled at them. “Are you ready for this?” she asked.

They nodded and smiled back at her. “We’re ready,” they said in unison.

Ingrid took another deep breath and stood up from her seat. She held out her hand to Clara, who took it gratefully. Together, they walked onto the dance floor.

[realmofthedragon]

@depictedblue continued from [x]

Cassie is still shaking when Benedict punches the male in the nose and goes down. It is so casual and yet humbling as well. She steps over her offender wanting to immediately kick him in the privates but she is trembling too much. The cold air is a shock to her system and she is glad to see her future husband but also confused because she was not expecting his presence. She forces the cool air into her lungs giving a nod when he looks her over but she feels like crying. She's so ashamed and embarrassed but Benedict does not seem to be blaming her.

“I am filled with sorrow… I did not want that to happen nor did I welcome such advances.” She murmurs looking down and wiping her tear stricken face. At his command, she nods squeezing his hand. She wants to ask if he has good news but she is too caught up in her sorrow and injustice. She finds her boss and takes the coins in her palm tucking them into the waistband of her frock

“You saved me, oh…” her voice is sincere and blue eyes focus on him lovingly. She swallows past that pesky lump in her throat it never truly went away

“And I was not expecting you… is everything okay?” She is still trembling but trying to remain calm not wanting to vex him with her emotions

"No other man will ever touch you like that again. They are filth on our shoes. You, my dear, are a goddess." Benedict would be the only person that would touch her in such a way and only then if she wanted it. He was brought up and will always be a gentleman.

"Of course I did. You are to be my wife. I will protect you from anything that could harm you." She would be safe now that she wouldn't be working in such an establishment anymore. His hands moved to run up and down her arms trying to calm her down.

"Everything is fine. My mother and brother want to meet you and your family. A dinner before they agree to anything, but it looks like you will be becoming my wife."

[silverhallow]

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