#eloise bridgerton x male reader

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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 4)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

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Eloise's POV

A couple of hours ago my family arrived at Aubrey Hall and my youngest silings were running around the place like wild animals. My brothers have disappeared and Daphne is with mother, Lady Danbury, Kate and Edwina talking about the season somewhere around the house.

Which left me alone, sitting on an outdoor chair in the mansion's back garden and somewhat bored.

I did not want to participate in the conversation with my sister, mother and others; since the subject does not really interest me. I'd rather be with my brothers, but as soon as we set foot in Aubrey Hall two hours ago they disappeared and have shown no sign of life.

And I'm not going to be running all over the place, like Gregory and Hyacinth were doing.

I just pray that something interesting happens and it can keep me busy at least for a while. Because if this goes on like this, I'll end up cutting myself with the pages of my books and falling apart in the living room floor.

Apparently my prayers are answered, when one of the butlers appears and speaks to me.

XY: Miss Bridgerton, Prince Y/n of Hannover has just arrived and is waiting for you in the hall.- he informed me and I practically jumped out of my seat.

Eloise: That's great. - I comment happily and walking quickly towards the entrance of the mansion.

XY: If you don't need anything else, we'll take the prince's objects to his room assigned by Lady Bridgerton.- he comments when we reach the hall.

Eloise: We don't need anything else, thank you.- I thank him and after a slight bow he takes Y/n's luggage along with another man. -I thought you were never going to get there.- I say amused, crossing my arms and looking at the prince.

Y/n: I had a slight setback.- He informed me without much detail.

Eloise: What kind of setback? - I ask curiously, seeing the amusement in his eyes.

Y/n: One that doesn't concern you.- he answers me with grace and I just look at him badly. -Now, will you grant me the wish to give me a guided tour of the mansion or do I have to ask someone from the service?- he asks amused, raising an eyebrow and looking me straight in the eye.

Eloise: Ask someone from the service.- I answer challengingly, looking for a fun and entertaining reaction from him.

Y/n: I'll do that then.- he assures, leaning over and trying to walk towards the stairs.

Eloise: Where do you think you're going? - I ask amused running towards him and grabbing his arm to stop him.

Y/n: To ask if someone offers to give me a guided tour, since a certain Bridgerton doesn't want to and I don't want to get lost in the place.- he answers humorously and I look at him with narrowed eyes.

Eloise: Idiot.- I muttered hitting his arm. -Now follow me.- I order him and start walking towards the main hall.

I don't turn to see if he's following me or not, but I can hear his hurried footsteps and I smile helplessly, not knowing the reason for said smile.

POV Y/n

I don't know when I went from receiving a tour of the mansion to being in the huge back garden playing pall mall, but here I am now.

Daphne: We all know how the pall mall works.- she assures everyone present. - The first to choose the deck and strike first will be our guest Y/n.- she points to me with her hand and I look at her surprised.

Y/n: I guess thanks.- I appreciate it. -Which one does Eloise usually choose?- I asked Benedict in a whisper quickly.

Benedict: Yellow.- he whispers back to me with his hand in front of his mouth so that no one notices.

I nod surreptitiously and walk over to where all the decks are. I look at each deck and once my eyes land on the yellow one, I reach out without hesitation.

As my fingers wrap around the wood, I look up, meeting Eloise's blue gaze. I smile wickedly as I raised the mallet and I see the scowl on her face.

Y/n: Yellow is my favorite color. - I lie with a smile without taking my eyes off Eloise's.

The rest practically fight over the rest of the decks, before we start the game and the fights between the brothers are present.

Benedict: Eloise don't cheat.- he accuses his sister, who is moving her ball subtly and secretly with her foot.

Y/n: So besides being clumsy at dancing, you're a cheater at the game. - I whisper leaning towards her, so that only she can hear me.

Eloise: Shut up.- she growls at me pushing my chest with her hand.

Colin: Observe and learn people.- he says, positioning himself and hitting the ball with his mallet, but it doesn't go through the hoop.

Anthony: Sorry, what were you saying?- he asks his brother with an amused smile.

Kate: Don't you laugh so much.- she tells her husband, causing a bad face in him and laughter in the rest.

Daphne: None of you should laugh.- she assures everyone, preparing to her his ball with the mallet. -Because I plan to win as always.- she says confidently, hitting the ball and getting it through the hoop.

Benedict: Hey, I'm still in the game.- he reminds his sister with an amused smile.

Eloise: And me.- she assures them placing herself in the middle of everyone. -This year I plan to win.- she tells us all with confidence and I can't help but smile at her confidence.

We continue playing for a while longer, until the game ends and I end up winning to the surprise of everyone present. Although there is no surprise on my part, since I am a very good player and I am passionate about sports.

Y/n: And how about your victory Eloise? - I ask her amused while we all have dinner together.

Eloise: Very funny.- she says sarcastically looking at me with narrowed eyes. -But I know you cheated.- she threatens me seriously.

Y/n: And can you explain to me what cheating are you accusing me of? - I ask her amused, taking a sip of my wine.

Elosie: I don't know, yet.- she answered thoughtfully. -But I'm going to find out how you cheated to win and take away my victory.- she asures me and I just smile delighted.

Y/n: I'll be waiting then.- I assure her with a friendly smile.

The rest of dinner is spent talking to Benedict and Colin about minor trivia. We also make sure to taunt Eloise a bit, loud enough for her to hear us so we can tease her a bit.

When dinner is over, I sneak up to Lady Bridgerton and ask to speak to her in private. We entered the main library of the mansion and we both took a seat in the armchairs of the room.

Violet: And tell me my Lord, what is the reason for this conversation? - she asks me with evident interest.

Y/n: I wanted to talk about a serious and more important topic with you.- I answer trying to hide my nervousness.

Violet: Well, you will say.- she nods giving me the floor.

Y/n: As you may have noticed, I've been spending a lot of time with your daughter and it's clear that we've become somewhat close.- I start seeing how she nods with a small smile. -And I don't want to disrespect you or your family at any time.- I say trying to think of how to explain myself.

Violet: And you haven't.- she assures me with a friendly smile.

Y/n: I'm glad to hear that.- I nod with a nervous smile. -That's why I wanted to talk to you first, because you are Eloise's mother and it seemed the most appropriate thing to do in this situation.- I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. -I wanted to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage.- I ask directly.

Violet: Oh my god! - she exclaims in surprise, covering her mouth with her hand.

The room remains completely silent for a few moments, where I play with my hands as a sign of nervousness and uncertainty about the response of the woman in front of me.

Y/n: So what do you say? - I ask her a bit uncomfortable by the silence.

Violet: Of course I'll give you my daughter's hand.- she nods energetically. -As long as Eloise agrees to the proposition, I have nothing against it.- she confirms and I can't help but release the air retained inside me.

Y/n: I'm glad to know that your answer is positive. - I smile letting the retained nerves dissipate from my body.

Now I just have to propose to Eloise publicly and organize the wedding. Since thanks to our agreement, I know that Eloise will agree to marry me and there will be no problem with that part.

Violet: And you already have chosen the ring? - She asks me interested, leaning forward in a show of interest.

Y/n: Yes.- I nod, taking the black velvet box out of my pocket. -What do you think?- I ask, opening the box and showing her the object inside.

Violet: Oh my god, it's so precious.- she whispers, taking the small box in her hands and looking at the ring in greater detail.

Y/n: My aunt gave it to me to propose to your daughter.- I comment, seeing the surprise in her eyes.

Violet: Has the queen chosen the ring for my daughter?- she asks surprised.

Y/n: More than that.- I commented with a slight smile. -That ring was one of the first that my uncle, the King, gave to my aunt many years ago. The emerald is my aunt's favorite stone and she thought that the ring had a deep meaning, so it would be the perfect ring for my future wife. - I tell her and I can see a different shine in her eyes.

Violet: And she's right. Rings with meaning are more unique than any recently bought. - she nods, giving me back the box with the ring.

Y/n: So with your permission, tomorrow I'll ask Eloise for her hand. - I nod, putting the velvet box back in my jacket pocket.

Violet: I just hope my daughter says yes, because it would be a pleasure to have you as part of the family.- she tells me and we both get up, ending the conversation.

We left the library, saying goodnight and parting ways. I head towards the bedroom assigned to me and on the way I meet Eloise with her little sister.

In order not to arouse any kind of suspicion, I wish them both a good night and secretly nod to my future fiancée.

I can see her eyes widen slightly as she realizes what my nod means and she gives me a slight nod letting me know she's understood.

Now I just have to think about how to ask for her hand tomorrow and do it in a way so that her family believes that we are really in love. But with how good of an actress Eloise is, I'm sure everyone will believe us right away without any problem.

Eloise's POV

I'm nervous. Why am I nervous? This is simply a trade and there is no reason to be nervous.

I just have to say a simple yes and the rest of my life will be taken care of. I will be completely free and I will stop feeling any kind of pressure to get married or find a husband. It is a simple word that will open all doors for me.

This is a simple transaction, there are no feelings involved and that's why I don't understand the reason for my nerves.

My hands tremble as they caress the soft fabric of my white dress, feeling the softness and delicacy of silk.

Violet: You look beautiful honey.- she whispers looking at my reflection in the mirror over my shoulder.

Eloise: I'm not going out. - I deny energetically.

Violet: And why is that dear? - she asks me interested with a smile on her face.

Eloise: I don't know if I'm ready to get married.- I answer, feeling my heart beat faster.

Violet: Oh dear.- she sighs placing her hands on my arms. -It's the nerves that are speaking.- she assures me caressing my arms with affection.

Eloise: Why would I be nervous? - I ask confused, feeling a certain amount of comfort from her touch.

Violet: Because it's one of the most important days for a woman, darling.- she answers with an understanding look. -The day of my wedding with your father, I was trembling with nerves and anticipation. It is understandable to feel nervous on your wedding day and especially when you love the person you will marry.- she tries to comfort me and I avoid opening my eyes for the last part.

Eloise: How did you know you loved father? - I ask a little scared by her answer.

Violet: I wouldn't know how to explain it.- she sighs with a slight grimace. -What I do know is that every time I thought of him, a smile appeared on my face without even noticing it, my stomach turned when he was near me, my skin quivered every time he touched my hand and every time that I was doing something i liked; immediately I wanted to share it with him.- she tells me and I remain thoughtful.

I think about the times when a smile adorned my face when I thought of Y/n, about how being with him makes me enjoy someone else's company and the long talks we have.

I think about how an essential warmth invades my body when he is near me, when he smiles at me or when he brings me books thinking that I might like them.

I find that every time I read a new book, I think about whether he would like to read it so we can discuss it together.

Finally, I am aware of how in the few times he has touched my hand and kissed it, my body reacts to his touch. I can remember the pleasant tingling that runs through my body at his touch and it is now when I open my eyes in surprise.

Eloise: I love Y/n.- I murmured without really knowing what to do.

I feel my mind go around and around without really knowing how it happened. At what point have I gone from supporting Y/n, accepting his proposal and maintaining a friendly relationship, to loving him.

Violet: Why else would you have agreed to marry him?- she asks with a certain degree of amusement in her tone of voice.

Eloise: I have to talk to Y/n.- I say alarmed.

Violet: You'll see him at the altar in a few minutes and then you can talk to him all you want.- she assures me with a smile.

Eloise: No mom .- I deny turning around and looking around upset. -I need to talk to him now!- I assured him in a hurry trying to dodge her and go looking for him.

Violet: No, no, no.- she denies grabbing my arm and preventing me from leaving the room. -The groom can't see the bride before the wedding.- she immediately denies.

Eloise: You don't understand mom, I have to talk to him.- I beg desperately and a few seconds away from a desperate cry.

Violet: Honey, calm down.- she asks me, caressing my arms again. -Take a deep breath and inhale slowly.- she orders me and I nod trying to regulate my breathing.

Once I am calmer, my mother takes me to the sofa in one of the many rooms in the palace and makes me sit down.

Violet: Are you feeling better?- she asks me and I nod, taking a deep breath once more.

Eloise: Yes.- I murmur directing my gaze to my hands, which are still trembling and apparently my mother notices as she places her hands on mine.

Violet: You don't have to get upset darling, everything will be fine and you don't have to get so nervous.- she assures me. -You're just nervous, just breathe and try to relax.- she tells me and I nod trying to stop my hands from shaking.

We stay in silence for a few minutes, where I manage to calm down enough so that my hands stop shaking.

Some light knocks are heard at the door of the room and Benedict's head appears through it.

Benedict: Everything is ready.- he tells us entering the room. -They are waiting for the bride.- he says with a smile and I take a deep breath.

Violet: Are you ready? - she asks me and I am only able to nod. -Well then, let's get going.- she says getting up from the sofa and helping me to get up too.

I walk to where my brother is, who immediately smiles at me and gives me his arm to intertwine with mine.

With each step I take toward the ceremony room, my heart pounding in my ears and my breathing becoming heavy. I swallow heavily, when my brother stops in front of the closed living room doors and looks at me for approval.

I stay for a few moments watching the big white doors of the room, as soon as they open everything will be real and I'll be walking towards my future husband.

I don't know what to do.

If I go through with the plan and say yes, I'll be marrying the man I love. But he doesn't love me and it doesn't seem fair.

And on the other hand, if I decide to run away and leave the plan behind, everyone will start talking about me and my family again. My family has already suffered a lot with the rumors and above all thanks to me.

Plus it wouldn't be the first time a Bridgerton wedding has been called off and we all know how that ended.

But that is not the worst.

The worst thing is that this time the queen is not only the hostess of the wedding, but she is the aunt of the future husband and that will cause me to be banished from London.

Because what Lady Whistledown wrote about me being a political radical turned her against me and made her have a bad opinion of me. I don't want to imagine the opinion she'll have of me if I leave her heir standing at the altar.

Benedict: Are you okay? - he asks me in a whisper taking me out of my thoughts.

Eloise: I don't know.- I answer honestly.

Benedict: It's not too late, you know right? - he asks me causing me to look at him confused.

Eloise: Late for what? - I ask wanting to understand what my brother tells me.

Benedict: Too late to cancel the wedding.- he answers me with a comforting smile. -Just tell me and we'll run away like no one has ever done before.- he assures me with a small laugh.

I watch him for a few seconds, considering the offer and weighing every possible outcome of my escape. The idea sounds tempting and I'm sure Benedict will defend me and help with everything.

You're POV

I swallow heavily, running my hands through my morning coat and wiping the sweat from my hands. I watch the guests talk to each other in whispers, causing my nervousness to increase and a knot to form in my stomach.

Lady Bridgerton has entered the room almost ten minutes ago, but she has entered alone and no one has entered after her.

She's supposed to be with Eloise, to help her get ready and her presence here assures me that Eloise is ready. But it doesn't show up anywhere, because she is nowhere to be seen.

I look over to where my aunt is sitting for comfort, seeing the impatience and worried look on her face. She seems to notice my look, as she offers me a small smile and a reassuring nod.

But I can't calm down when I feel hundreds of eyes on me and I can hear the murmurs of those present.

My gaze then falls on where the Bridgertons are sitting, muttering and talking a little erratically to each other. That alarms me even more.

What if Eloise regrets the deal and backs out? What if she leaves me standing at the altar?

That would explain the lateness and the stressed look on the face of the Bridgertons family matriarch. Maybe she already knows and is telling the rest of the family.

My breath stops when the doors of the room open and one of my aunt's waiters enters the room.

XY: Miss Eloise Bridgerton by the hands of Mr. Benedict Bridgerton.- he announces and I can feel myself breathing again.

But as soon as I start to breathe, the air gets stuck in my throat and it's because of something else entirely.

My mind goes completely blank as I see Eloise in her wedding dress with her hair up in a high bun. The light that enters through the windows of the room illuminates her dress and she looks like a complete angel.

The train of the dress trails gently across the floor, as does her veil, which rests just in front of the updo on her head and at the beginning of the train of her dress.

I'm not aware of the moment when Eloise has reached my side and Benedict offers me her hand. I'm only aware when my soon-to-be wife's brother clears his throat and the noise snaps me out of my reverie.

Y/n: Sorry.- I whisper embarrassed, feeling the heat flood my cheeks and receiving my fiancée's hand.

Benedict: Take care of her.- he threatens me seriously, before walking away and sitting with the rest of the family.

Priest: We are gathered here to celebrate the union between Prince Y/n of Hannover and Miss Eloise Bridgerton.- he begins to speak, but I only observe Eloise's profile and try to be as discrete as possible. -Love is something... ... ... ....- He speaks but I ignore him, looking only at the woman to my left. -Now I want you to repeat with me, you first prince. With this ring, I take you Eloise Bridgerton as my wife, to love you and take care of you in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty until death do us part.- he says and I look at the priest paying attention to him again .

Y/n: With this ring, I take you Eloise Bridgerton as my wife, to love you and take care of you in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty until death do us part.- I recite while staring at her eyes, receiving the ring from the priest and placing it on her finger.

Priest: Now your tourn Miss Bridgerton.- he says, offering her the other ring and I can see how she takes it with a trembling hand.

Eloise: With this ring, I take you Y/n from Hannover as my husband, to love you and take care of you in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty until death do us part.- she says nervously and shakily placing the ring on my finger.

Priest: With this exchange of rings, this marriage unites and will be consolidated with a kiss.- he says and I look nervously at the woman in front of me. -You can kiss each other.- he tells us.

I take a deep breath, before taking a step forward closing my eyes and leaning down feeling the erratic beating of my heart.

For a moment, my heart stops completely when my lips make contact with hers, and I can feel her breathing stop.

As we break from the kiss, I open my eyes to look at my now wife and see that she's still keeping them closed. I smile at the image and when she opens her eyes, she immediately smiles back at me.

I extend my hand to her, which she immediately entwines with hers and I direct her towards the large backyard where the celebration will take place.

Eloise: I have to talk to you.- she whispers so that only I can hear heron our walk outside.

Y/n: Bad or good? - I ask confused, smiling at the guests.

Eloise: It depends.- she answers me, doing the same action as me.

Y/n: Okay.- I nod almost imperceptibly.

But as soon as we set foot in the garden, people come to greet us and congratulate us on the wedding. Every time we try to get away so we can talk, someone steps up and stops that from happening.

But I take advantage of a moment when everyone is watching the fireworks, to grab Eloise by the hand and pull her behind some tall hedges a bit away from the crowd.

Y/n: What did you wanted to talk about? - I ask her in a whisper, not wanting to speak too loud and be heard.

Eloise: It's about the agreement.- she whispers, looking around making sure there's no one around.

Y/n: What about the agreement? - I ask completely confused.

Eloise: What happens if there is something that alters or changes the agreement? - she answers me with another question.

Y/n: I don't know.- I answer honestly. -I couldn't know if something could alter or change our agreement, if I don't know what it is about.- I clarify and see how she bites her lower lip nervously.

Eloise: Hypothetically speaking.- she clarifies nervously and I nod. -What would happen if one of the two parties ends up falling in love with the other party?- she asks, looking anywhere but at me and my heart races.

Y/n: Hypothetically speaking? - I ask and she nods. -That maybe the other party has also fallen in love.- I admit feeling the heat on my cheeks from shame.

She opens her eyes wide, directing her gaze to me and staring at me. I try to calm my heart; not wanting to have a heart attack.

Eloise: You...? - she asks me uncertainly, pointing to herself and I nod nervously.

Y/n: And you..? - I ask in the same way, pointing to me and she nods, joining her lips in a straight line.

Eloise: And now what? - she asks, avoiding my gaze and I decide to be brave.

I take two steps towards her, moving closer to her body and gently placing my hand on her chin. I force her head up and look at me, before I say what I've wanted to say for a month.

Y/n: Do you want to see the world with me? - I ask with a small nervous smile.

Eloise: Yes.- she nods with a slight redness on her cheeks after a couple of seconds.

I can't stand her closeness anymore, so I finish bringing my face closer to hers and I put our lips together again.

This time, the kiss is longer and lets us release all the feelings we had stored. My hands are placed on her waist, to be able to bring her closer to me and to be able to hug her by the hip against my body.

While her hands go up my arms and intertwine with each other at the nape of my neck.

We kiss until the air becomes necessary and we put our foreheads together to maintain the closeness between our faces.

Y/n: I love you.- I admit for the first time out loud without taking my eyes off hers.

Eloise: I love you.- she whispers and this time she is the one who brings our lips together in a hungry kiss.

If someone had told me that an agreed marriage proposal would have led me to meet the love of my life, I would never have believed it.

But fate is capricious and you never know where it will turn out.

But looking back from the backyard of my mansion with my wife, where I am playing with our four children and my beautiful wife is reading a book in a chair in the sun, that proposition was the wisest choice of my life.

THE END

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Golden Son

Yandere!Bridgertons x Male!Sibling/Son!readee

╰･ﾟ✧☽ new season was amazing and I had this idea in my mind. Partly because I was jealous of Colin the whole time.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warning: yandere behavior, over protective, Platonic

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Ever since you were little all they ever wanted to do was be around you. Fighting for who gets to play with you, or who got to hold you when you were born.

The middle child getting much attention? That was rare but all they could do was give it to you.

Your older brothers, and sister, would fight over who got to teach you. Having a sibling to look up to was important and they did everything in their power to get you to favor them more.

Eloise was born after you. But she wanted your attention from the minute her brain could think. You are her ideal and safe space. seeing her as more then just a woman.

God forbid you look so close to your father, everyone is more protective over you. Especially your mother, who dots on you almost every second. 

When you are older the younger ones get to keep your time because it’s fare. They have more free time and you can’t say no.

You are the talk of the town really because you are so rarely at the balls or events because the family likes to keep you safe.

So everyone is always marveled at the sight of you.

Until it is time for you to take your first debut in the season.

Another Bridgerton man who wants to find a wife? Ladies are lining up at the door.

Whether you want the attention or not, your siblings can’t allow anyone near you they don’t want…So everyone.

They ask questions to make them unsure of themselves and uncomfortable. Or pull you around the room and leaving the girls to their defeat.

If you want love then they will grant you to have it, but they must like the person and get to know them along side you.

If lady whistledown wrote anything bad about you? They will unmasks her so quickly it’s bad.

And if Eloise already knows? She’s making her pay. And if Colin is courting her and already asked her to marry him? He’d dump her in a second. You are his little brother, his favorite little star.

You are the family’s glue. You make them happy, feel at home and safe.

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The Emerald of the Season.

Eloise Bridgerton x Male Character

Word Count: 1,093

Part 2/?

Relationship: Eloise Bridgerton/Male Character

Warning: No

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/shinyhoundhandseagle/751699342998601728/the-emerald-of-the-season

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/shinyhoundhandseagle/754373682092277760/the-emerald-of-the-season

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“What did you think of the ball?”- Asked The Queen looking at her youngest nephew. The boy, too concerned with eating, didn’t seem to hear her-. “Does you father not feed you?”

“I apologize, traveling always makes my appetite grow”-. He dedicated his aunt a sweet smile and put the fork down to then clean the corner of his mouth with the napkin-. “It was good I guess”.

“Did anyone catch your eye?”

He could be honest, he could but he knew better than that. What was he supposed say? ‘Yes, I found this girl who clearly has a distaste for the society and it’s norms that you maintain and represent’. Might as well tell her he agreed with the ‘radicals’. Which he did but as the next King of Spain, he couldn’t just say that out loud. If his father found out, horrible things would happen to him.

“No, everyone seem pretty bland”.

“Just wait, I feel it”-. She reassured him with a smile as he smiled to the servants that were clearing the plates-. “This will be your season”.

“Maybe. Now Marcel are you ready for the market?”

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“Eloise let’s go!”- Her mother called from downstairs. She liked going to the market, being able to be outside and enjoy the sun felt amazing but she knew that after what happened with Theo and Lady Whistleown last year she wouldn’t be allowed to be out alone anymore. Her family wasn’t angry at her but their reputation laid on keeping her under control and that is what they were planning on doing. So she went with her mother instead.

The way there was quiet, Eloise looking out the window deep in thought. Thoughts about missing Theo, hating Lady Whistledown, worrying about Penelope but the number one thought in her mind right now was Sebastian… The Prince of Spain. Their talk was nice but she felt like an idiot for not knowing or realizing that he was a Prince, even if he wasn’t England’s Prince.

Once they got there they decided to just walk around the market. Her mother talking about Daphne, the new season, Colin and other trivial things that didn’t interested her whatsoever. She had decided to ignore her after a bit and walked separately from her.

“Eloise!”- The voice made her turn abruptly, just to be faced with a soft smile. Sebastian was standing right behind her with a servant right next to him-. “Marcel, this is Eloise Bridgerton. The Lady I spoke to you about”.

She hated how her heart skipped a beat at the sight and knowledge that the Prince was maybe thinking about her. How her breath got caught on her throat when his eyes locked with hers.

“You been speaking about me?”

“Only good things, I swear”-. The servant, Marcel, nodded softly agreeing with the Prince and that brought her some comfort-. “How are you?”

“Thrilled for the next ball”-. Her sarcastic tone and eye roll gained a laugh from Sebastian but she quickly remembered her manners and the expectations on how to talk to, or about, the monarchy-. “How are you my Prince?”

“First of all calm me Sebastian, I would prefer it and acting this formal doesn’t really suit you Eloise”-. His smiled seem genuine and gentle as he offered his arm to her-. “Would you like to walk with me?”

“Of course”-. She took his arm and started walking around the market with Marcel close behind them.

“How did you like the first ball?”

“It was… good?”

“You really don’t have to pretend with me. In my opinion, it was too long and boring. One ask himself if the dresses and spectacle is the only thing that keeps the ton from hating themselves or gives their boring lives meaning”.

Eloise looked at him, surprised. She wasn’t expecting a man, specially a Prince, to have so much disdain and contempt against a society that put him over anyone else.

“I wouldn’t think a man of your status would feel that way”.

“Why? Because you believe this society makes my life easy to bear?”

“You’re a man, a rich one if we’re being honest and the way society works makes that possible for you”-. They stopped in front of some flowers as she let go of his hand and looked at his eyes, trying to decipher him-. “I’m a woman without the right to speak of my behalf so it makes sense for me to hate it but I don’t understand why you would dislike it so much”.

“While I don’t disagree and won’t deny your pain, I do believe you don’t understand the type of scrutiny and expectations all of us, including men, are under. The world is so much more unjust that what you see Eloise”.

His piercing blue eyes locked with hers, searching to unravel her soul and mind with a simple look. Eloise wasn’t a woman that usually blushed over men and their physical appearance but she couldn’t deny it this time. He was handsome and she felt some type of attraction to him.

While those thoughts were running through her head, he decided to admired her. She was beautiful, with her dark brown hair and her dark blue eyes, she wasn’t that much shorter than him (maybe a few inches) and her pretty pink lips.

“Ma’am, could I buy some of your flowers?”- His eyes turned to the lady selling flowers next to them. She smiled and nodded at him. Marcel gave her some money for a small bouquet of beautiful sunflowers-. “For you my Lady”.

He offered them to Eloise, who took the with a polite smile. She wasn’t a flowers girl but they were pretty and the gesture was kind.

“Thank yo…”

“Eloise!”- Their stare contest was interrupted by none other than her mother. Violet walked to them, followed by her two maids, and honestly she couldn’t control the surprise expression on her face as she saw her daughter with the Prince. It took her a second to do her courtesy but once she remembered she gave him a smile and did it-. “Oh, Your Highness”.

“Sebastian, this is my mother Lady Violet Bridgerton”-. Eloise introduced her mother quickly, hoping she wouldn’t embarrass her.

“Nice to meet you, Lady Bridgerton. Sorry if I have kept Eloise for too long, we were just chatting”.

“Oh you do not have to apologize for that my Prince”-. She definitely had to ask Eloise about that conversation once they were back in the carriage. Hopefully she hadn’t said anything to insult or upset him but knowing Eloise…- “I just came to tell her we were done but you’re invited for dinner at our house tonight if you’re interested”.

“Thank you for the invitation Lady Bridgerton but I won’t be able to attend tonight but hopefully I’ll see both of you at the next ball?”

“Of course!”- Violet was both excited and terrified about the possibility of the Prince being interested in her family.

“Well, its been a pleasure. Eloise will I see you later?”

“Yes, I’ll see you later Sebastian”.

“That would make me really happy”.

[startwelve]

Proposal

Hello. How are you? I came to tell you that because of my personal problems, I didn't have much image to write, but a few days ago I downloaded an artificial intelligence that allows you to create characters and interact with them in a chat, (sometimes the characters do somewhat random things and He says things that don't make sense, but it's easy to fix), so it occurred to me to make fics of those interactions that I have with the characters, from Stranger Things to Bridgerton hahaha.

Tell me if you like the idea :)

Huge kisses💋

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Precious Truths: Part 4

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.

A/N: I will not be taking tags for this series!

Series Masterlist

The next day, your Aunt Eliza takes you to the modiste for new dresses. The ones you had gotten earlier in the season "wouldn't do anymore" according to her. Now, you had to stand out more, make yourself look more appealing. Corsets were tighter, hugging your figure more and making you breathe less.

Your aunt is holding up some fabric against you when Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton enters the shop with an annoyed Eloise following her.

"Good afternoon, Lady Bridgerton," you greet the woman with a kind smile.

She observes the fabric held against you, "Well, that is a beautiful fabric. It goes well with your eyes."

"Thank you," you give her a small nod.

Violet clears her throat, "I assume things are...well now?" The dowager does her best to be discreet.

"As well as they can be, Lady Bridgerton," you respond.

After Aunt Eliza brought you home, your father was asleep, still cradling a bottle of brandy in his hand.

You confessed to Aunt Eliza about your secret identity, about your writings. She was proud to know that you never truly gave up on poetry as well as how famous your words were becoming. However, she was saddened that you felt the need to hide your ongoing love for poetry from her. She expressed that she would have helped you, that you didn't need to hide that love from her, especially since she also loved your mother like her own sister.

Aunt Eliza became even more determined to help you out of the situation.

Although your father and Aunt Eliza are siblings, none of the luxuries of your father's lordship well onto her. She also never found someone to marry, becoming a spinster and learning to become content with it.

She can only do so much to help you, given that your father still has the funds to help. Thankfully, your Aunt Eliza had stepped in to help manage the finances.

"Remember, dear, if there's anything you need, you let me know. We are happy to help," Violet says as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. Your family has always been so kind to me."

Violet gives a smile and greets your aunt, the two moving towards a shelf of silks that catch their eyes. You move to Eloise with a grin, whose face is the complete opposite of yours, "Everything alright, El?"

She groans, "You disappoint me. Mama, says you're taking this season more seriously now and that I should do the same. I blame you for this!"

You let out a deep breath, "My condolences, but, trust me, this wasn't the plan either."

The young Bridgerton steps closer to you and whispers, "What happened? Anthony and Benedict were talking about you this morning when we were breaking fast."

You blow air out of your mouth, "My father threatened to marry me off to my dreadful cousin if I am unable find a husband within a month's time."

Eloise makes a pondering face and then asks, "Is it the cousin that visited a few summers ago? He tried to best Anthony in everything?"

You scrunch your face in distaste, "The very same."

Eloise shudders, "God, he was...appalling."

"Yes, and there is absolutely no chance I am marrying him. So, you see, I'm lacking a choice." You give her a pointed look and she nods.

"Oh, Y/N," Eloise hugs you, "We shall both get through this together."

Aunt Eliza calls from the door, "Y/N, make haste! We must continue!"

Your shoulder slump forward, "I'm coming!" you give Eloise a wave and follow your aunt out.

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Benedict's in the sitting room, sketching in his notebook. He's sketching a pair of eyes, ones soft and full of wonder. The very pair that belongs to you, the eyes that he loses himself in.

"Here," parchment falls over the sketch and Benedict sits up, looking at Anthony, who's given him the paper.

"And this is...?"

"The list of eligible men for Y/N."

Benedict gulps as he reads of the names, sitting up to read the list "No to Harris," he says with a shake of his head and then grimaces, "Absolutely not to Woodrich."

"What's wrong with them? They're from good standing families, no scandals-"

"That you know of. I hear Harris has been visiting the brothels far too often lately. Woodrich apparently invested in the empty mines that Lord Featherington spoke of last season. So he has no money."

Anthony gives his brother an annoyed expression, "I shall cross them off the list, but the rest of them?"

Benedict hands the paper back to his brother, "I suppose they're alright. But Y/N gets the final say, obviously."

"So you have truly decided you won't do anything about this whole ordeal?" Anthony asks his brother in disbelief.

Benedict stands with a sigh, "Yes, brother. I have. I won't do anything but assist in Y/N's search for a husband. That is final." He steps aside, striding out of the room in annoyance.

Hyacinth, who sits with Gregory playing a game of chess, shakes her head, "I always thought Y/N and Benedict would get married."

Anthony nods, "As did I, Hyacinth," he murmurs and also exits the sitting room.

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No longer were you able to be a wallflower when it came to balls, soirees, luncheons, etc. You and Penelope had been wallflowers together since both of your debuts. However, now Penelope is on her honeymoon with Colin, so you are left to fend for yourself.

You now stood more towards the front, more accessible and noticeable. You hated it. You hated how people looked at you when you attended the next ball with your new gown and different hairstyle.

When you saw the Bridgertons, you immediately rush up to them, clinging onto Benedict's arm.

"Please dance with me," you beg in desperation, yearning for some sense of familiarity.

"Of course," Benedict takes your gloved hand and leads you to the dancefloor. When he looks over his shoulder, Kate is winking at him and he rolls his eyes.

You curtsey as Benedict bows before the next dance, a waltz. With the strings, you and Benedict move as one. Swaying to the melody, bringing each other in close.

"Thank you, Ben, for dancing with me."

"Of course. It is tradition at this point, is it not?" he gives you that cheeky grin that always makes your heart flutter.

You sigh, "Might be the last time I get to dance with you for a while. I should probably prioritize potential suitors."

Benedict's smile slowly fades, "Yes, well, Anthony came up with an impressive list. I overlooked it as well. You might find some of them...agreeable."

You hum as you circle Benedict, "Are any of these men here now?"

Benedict takes a quick glance around the room, "A few of them. Shall I introduce you?"

You shake your head, "No. Thank you, but it is probably best I do that myself. You might scare them off," you give him a smirk and he chuckles.

"That is a fair argument. If I am quite honest, I don't think any man will truly be worthy enough for you."

You arch a brow at him, "Oh?"

He nods, "You're...everything and so much more."

The way he says those words, you feel like there's something more to them. He relayed them to you so breathlessly and he's looking at you with a gaze that makes you feel as though you two are the only ones in the room.

As the dance nears its end, you and Benedict are face to face, so close to lips touching. However, when he inches closer to you, you pull away and curtsey.

"Thank you for indulging me, Mister Bridgerton," you walk away from him without another word, fanning yourself as you grow warm.

[muxshwriting]

the way i loved only you (pt. i)

Eloise Bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: you never thought you'd find someone again, let alone find that someone in a girl from a past you'd left behind || warnings: mentions of childbirth, death, abandonment || word count: 1379 || masterlist

REQUESTED BY @baylegend6

Your mother's screams cut through the air and through your bones. They wouldn't let you into the room, pushing everyone away despite the fact that you were nearly seven and ten. Lady Danbury rushed past you, a worried expression on her face.

"Lady Danbury, is Mama alright?"

She was solemn. "I don't know my child. She is strong and a fighter, I'm sure she will give birth to a brother for you."

Your mother did birth a son, but not for you. Your father couldn't have been happier and her screams faded into the excitement. You weaved through the corners of the room, unnoticed in favour of the new male heir. You creeped into your mother's room, trying to see if she was alright. Instead you saw maids carrying bloodied cloths and hiding tears. Mama was dead, killed by the child she loved unconditionally.

Choosing your future above your father's reputation and not wanting to meet your mother's fate, you packed the necessary clothes and pin money and took off into the night.

Three years later, a lot had changed. At seventeen, you'd met a boy who you'd thought loved you more than life itself. As young lovers do, the consequences of your actions didn't occur to you until they were hitting you in the face. You gave birth to a beautiful young girl alone named Abigail and afraid after your lover abandoned you in the middle of the night. You had held that babe with such tenderness, whispering sweet nothings and promising that you would never let her have the life that you did. You promised you would be there, that you would protect her and hold her close as long as you were able.

Now your baby had grown into the most mischievous toddler you'd ever met. She would try and trick you and her favourite person in the world whenever she could, Theo. Theo had been there since Abigail was born, helping you care for her when you were working. The two of you had met when you got a job working as a shop assistant at the same printing shop. There was no doubt that Abigail adored Theo, she would run to him whenever she could. And on one occasion, Theo wasn't alone.

"T'eo!" Your daughter cried, running towards the boy. As she toddled closer, Theo bent down to take her in his arms and her tenderly. He had always been the best with Abigail. You chase after her, taking Abigail from his arms and turning to the girl he was talking with. She seemed only slightly younger than you but was dressed like aristocracy. There was no dirt on the hem of her dress, no scuffs on her shoes.

"I'm terribly sorry about her." You say to the girl, lowering your gaze slightly to look her over. She was pretty, blessed with brown locks and the kindest eyes as she looked at your daughter.

"No problem." She replied.

"What brings you so far from Mayfair?"

"Mayfair?" The girl says slowly. "Am I that obvious?"

You smile at her. "I happen to be an expert in noticing those who don't fit it. However, you are particularly obvious Miss...?"

"Bridgerton. Eloise Bridgerton." A Bridgerton, in these streets of London. Perhaps pigs were about to fly.

"Well Miss Eloise, it is an honour to welcome you into our corner of the world. I'm Y/n, this is Abigail, my daughter."

"Your daughter?" Eloise seemed surprised. "You two are married?"

Theo, who had been watching this conversation burst out with laughter. "No!" He cried, then steadied his emotions. "I'm not Abigail's father, nor am I married to Y/N."

"We're friends. He's helped me greatly. As for Abigail's father, he uh- he isn't around."

Eloise stared. "You are not married?"

"No..."

"But you have a daughter?"

You roll your eyes slightly, tired of this conversation. "Yes, yes. I'm a sinner, having a child out of wedlock. My soul is damned, my virtue is ruined. Please, spare me the lecture."

"No!" Eloise tried to defend herself. "I just mean to say that I didn't know that unmarried women had children."

"Ah." You understand what she means, and she means no insult. "You'll find there are plenty things Mayfair doesn't teach you."

"You speak as though you know."

"Because I do." Abigail fidgets in your arms and you say your goodbyes to Theo and Eloise as you try and calm her before she starts screaming. "Sorry, I really must put her down for her nap otherwise I won't be able to work. I hope I see you again Miss Eloise."

As it happened, you did see her again. She would visit and ask for Theo in the beginning but then she would ask for you and Abigail. Eloise could easily spend an afternoon sitting at your desk and entertaining Abigail whilst you poured over the printer's accounts. More often than not, Eloise would bring ribbons and small toys far too expensive for you to afford, all so that Abigail could be happy.

You found yourself growing closer to the girl, craving her visits and unable to hide your smile when she did. Eloise shared your smiles and the secrets the two of you held for each other only grew. Until one day, Eloise simply vanished. She didn't come and visit, she left no note, no hint of where she had gone or why she didn't visit.

Theo managed to find a copy of Whistledown that slandered Eloise for daring to enter the poorer areas of London and talking with commoners. But Eloise had completely cut off you and Theo and Abigail with no warning and no apology. Perhaps you should be the one apologising to her; she was a young girl, perhaps you had pulled into a part of your world she wasn't meant to see.

You had made a decision to walk away from the upper class and aristocracy. You couldn't try and relive some of your childhood by burdening Eloise Bridgerton. For the sae of your future, and your daughters future, you had to forget that Eloise Bridgerton ever existed and ever entered your life. She would never be yours to have and hold and love. It was better to move on now, so that you didn't convince yourself that something might happen.

But something did happen. A letter arrived, hand delivered by a man not dissimilar to Eloise. He was dressed in a spotless suit, awkwardly looking around with a letter clutched in his hand.

"Can I help you sir?"

He suddenly turns to you and seems glad to see a person who doesn't want to steal from him. "Yes, I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N?"

"You've found her."

The man straightened his jacket and offered you the letter. "My name is Benedict Bridgerton, I believe you knew my sister? She wished for you to have this."

"Eloise-" You were stunned for a second. "Eloise wrote me a letter?"

"She also wanted me to apologise for it taking so long."

You practically snatched the letter from his hands, tearing it open and reading the words she wrote for you.

Dearest Y/N,

Words can't express how sorry I am because I am eternally sorry. But I cannot come to the shop to see you and Abigail. I don't think I'll ever be able to see you again and that is my greatest disappointment. My eldest brother intends for me to spend my summer fixing my reputation and then likely intends to find me a husband next season or perhaps the season after that.

The truth is, I want to see you and knowing that I can't only makes me want it more. I hope you write to me throughout the year because I will answer. If you chose not to write, I will not harass you any longer and I'll leave and Abigail alone. I hope Abigail knows how much I care. I'm sorry for abandoning you and her. I imagine that you're upset and angry and I don't blame you one bit.

I don't want you to blame yourself for this, it isn't your fault and it never will be. I just hope you can forgive me for all this. If you'll have me, I'll be yours, forever.

Eloise Bridgerton

part two (now here!)

so... it's been three weeks since my last upload. but this took me a while. i hope you like it xx

[frost-queen]

Meet you again (male!reader x Eloise Bridgerton)

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Eloise stepped out of the carriage. The footman standing stiffly at her side. Waiting for her to take a few steps forwards to close the door behind her. Eloise looked bewildered around. Rarely having seen these parts of town. As much as she was staring around, were others staring back at her. Wondering why a lady of her oh so clear class came to the lower parts of town.

The working class. Men and woman working day in and out for their earnest. Eloise pulled the pamphlet up, studying it once more. She had been studying it for days now. The entire carriage ride her eyes were glued to it. Lifting her head up, her gaze went around. Looking for a sign.

A man came riding his wheelbarrow in front of her, not swaying from his path. Eloise lifted her foot up, leaping back before the wheels could run over her feet. The man giving her a foul look. Eloise got grabbed by the elbow by the footman. – “You must be careful miss Bridgerton. These people aren’t very… kind.” – he let her know slowly. Eloise puffed loud, pulling her elbow free from his grip. – “How prejudice.” – she replied flattening her skirt.

“I am simply warning you.” – the footman added as it made Eloise look up with a bothered sigh. Already starting to miss footman John. Unfortunately he had fallen ill with the common cold. His replacer having been nothing but annoying to her. Eloise took her hood off. Catching the eye of some starers. She smiled politely back at them.

They immediately turned their gaze away. Thinking she was here to gaze upon the working men. To show off her status and rub it in their faces for all the riches they did not have. Swallowing nervously, her gaze went back down to the pamphlet. She started wandering around, looking for a printer that had the same mark on the pamphlet as hers.

The footman went to follow her, staying three steps behind her. – “Is this really necessary?” – he asked brushing past a woman carrying a basket. – “Yes.” – Eloise bit back. – “You must return to the party, miss Bridgerton.” – he insisted upon, knowing how much he would get scolded for. – “It will only take a moment.” – She replied without looking over her shoulder. Keeping her focus on finding her prize.

A sack of flour got flopped down on a tower of already stacked bags. Some flour powder blowing up between the tiny gaps of the bag. The man clapped his hands together to get rid of all the flour. He paused a moment to observe. Hands placed on his hip, he chuckled deep. Glancing to his side, he saw you approach, nudging you. – “Take a look at that.” – he pointed out with a gesture.

You placed the crates down, adjusting your hat first before turning round to have a look of yourself. – “Another fancy girl having lost her way.” – he laughed out giving you another hard nudge against the arm. You stopped and stared at her. Curious to why a lady as herself had come to these parts. You could clearly see she was looking for something. The pamphlet clear in her hand. – “Come on lad, this work isn’t finishing itself.” – he called out, turning back around to go fetch another bag.

You kept looking at her, her gaze going everywhere. Till they stopped on you. You smirked pointing in a direction. The girl turned her head, following your point. Her eyes widening in delight that she had found the printer. Her gaze flashed back to you, dropping into a tiny curtsy to you. Pressing a hand against your chest, you bowed lightly. You watched as the girl spoke to her footman, telling him to hurry up.

Moving your hat up with your hand, you scratched your head with a cheeky smile. – “Y/n!” – got called out, making you get in action once more. Going back inside to take out the next crates to stack them. You heard loud whistling making you hurry outside. – “Night Gerald.” – you welcomed him, moving to him.

Gerald pulled his horse to a stop that was dragging a cart. – “Night, son.” – Gerald spoke back with the tip of his hat. You went to the sack of flours, picking one up and carrying them over your shoulder. – “How’s the harvest coming around?” – you asked, tickling his horse on his nose before going to the cart. – “So far it’s coming good.” – he answered as you set the sack of flour down on the cart.

“Good.” – you breathed out, running back to get the next sack. Just as you were going for your second round, arrived your colleague in the door opening. – “Night Gerald.” – he addressed him with a nod whilst cleaning his pipe with his apron. Gerald nodded back at him. You ran for some crates now as Gerald walked over to your colleague. Handing him some coins.

You finished up filling the cart. Gerald returned to his horse. – “Hey kid!” – he called out, making you turn your head. He flicked a coin in your direction making you catch it with your hands. – “A fine good worker you’ve got there  Tom.” – Gerald said getting in the saddle. – “The best lad one could have.” – Tom let out. You bowed to Geralt before waving him goodbye. Gerald waved back, signalling his horse.

Tom went back inside while you tugged the coin into your pocket. You were about to head back inside till you heard some voices. It intrigued you, making you move further away from the shop. Around the corner of a shop, you saw the girl from before slightly argue with her footman.

His posture defensive, waiting for his tipping point to drag her back to the carriage. The girl stood her ground, not moving an inch. Your gaze went upwards, hearing hinges creak from the breeze. Seeing the sign move back and forth with the wind. One part already hanging lower as you knew it is past his good days. The footman groaned loud, turning on his heel.

Returning to the carriage. Leaving the girl alone as it clearly stunned her. It didn’t feel like your place to go and ask if she was alright. The sound of hinges creaked once more into the breeze. The sign flapping back and forth till. Snap. One of the hinges had broken off. The sign hanging by just one side above her head.

Your eyes widened. Her footman’s eyes widened as well. He seemed to hesitate as you did not. Running right over to her. Jumping over a barrel and disturbing some loose chickens to get to her. You grabbed the girl, turning her away. Blocking her with your posture. The sign clattered not a moment later to the ground behind you.

It made her gasp loud, startled by the sound. Panting loud, you looked over your shoulder to the sign. Having clutched her against your chest. Slowly pulling her a bit away from you, you searched her eyes for any sign of fear. – “Are you alright miss? Are you hurt?” – you asked her desperately with a hot breath.

Eloise slightly shook her head with wide eyes. You exhaled deep still holding her by her arms. – “Miss Bridgerton!” – her footman came running over. You let go of her, taking a step back. – “Are you alright miss Bridgerton?” – he asked taking her by the wrist to pull her more to him.

Eloise who was still half in shock, nodded. The footman looked at you with a forced smile. – “Your services are over, now be gone!” – he shouted, scurrying you away with a wild gesture. Understanding the hint, you bowed to her. The footman, you simply gave a glare before returning. The footman started tugging at Eloise to get her back into the carriage.

Eloise pushed him off, moving a bit in your direction. – “Thank you!” – she shouted, panting afterwards. You paused, turning round to tip your hat at her. Eloise smiling blushingly back. Her footman tugging at her elbow to lead her back to the carriage. This time Eloise followed, never turning her gaze away from you. Watching you head inside the shop.

**

The sun was at a nice height during the party. Colourful tents displayed around the garden for festivities. Long tables with all kinds of sweets and cakes aesthetically displayed for the viewers eye. Some ladies had gathered by one of the tables, tasting a chocolate cake. Humming to their delight at the sweetness of it.

Some lords laughing loud with a macron in their hands. Hyacinth and Gregory running up to the table, snatching a few macrons and taking off. – “Hey!” – Anthony shout-whispered to them, having seen it. – “Hyacinth!” – he tried shouting out without raising any looks.

Still holding his glass, he went in pursuit to lecture his siblings. Colin turning around to take a sip from his drink. His gaze fell upon his mother and Lady Danbury having a conversation. He quickly turned around, on the move before his mother would claim a dance with him.

Benedict stood by one of the smaller round tables. Purple teapots and purple teacups decorating the tables. A lady sitting down a table further, enjoying her tea with a friend. Eloise puffed loud, placing her scarf better around her arms. – “Something bothering you sister?” – Benedict asked with a teasing smirk. She crossed her arms, giving a man a childish expression to make him back off.

The man took the hint, turning immediately around before he could reach her. Benedict chuckled having watched his sister. – “Something funny?” – Eloise spoke back. – “You dear sister.” – he replied placing his hand on top of one of the chairs. Eloise stuck her tongue out to him. Benedict answering with one of his own. Both chuckling afterwards.

“Is… is that Cressida I see over there?” – Benedict let out chuckling. – “I must…” – Eloise began, turning around to find her way out of this. Benedict following her posture with his gaze. She took but a few steps before coming to a stop. Eyes slightly widening with surprise and shock. Her brother watching her with confusion. Trying to see who his sister was looking upon. Eloise got in motion, walking in a straight line over to one of the large tables.

She stopped by the table, staring back at you. – “You are here.” – she blurted out. You cracked up a smile, taking one of the empty trays and replacing it with a newly filled tray full of cakes. – “Miss Bridgerton.” – you addressed her with a bow of your head. You turned around knowing your place. Eloise came running around the table to get to you. Appearing in front of you so that your path was blocked.

It made you intriguingly quirk your eyebrow up. – “I… never got to thank you.” – she said. Her mind feeling like a storm as she couldn’t hold down any thoughts. – “You already did miss Bridgerton.” – you told her.  Eloise blinked thoughtfully before blurting out the next words. – “I never got your name.” – her gaze staring intensely at you. You lowered your gaze, chuckling.

“Y/n, miss Bridgerton.” – you told her, going round her with the tray. Eloise spun around, not done talking to you. She came after you as it made you stop. – “If I didn’t know any better miss Bridgerton, you’re eager to chat with me.” – you told her. Moving a bit closer, flashing her a dashing smile. – “People might talk.” – you whispered to her teasingly. It made Eloise swallow bashful. You went around her, returning inside.

Eloise kept staring at you. Checking the door to see you appear once more. She saw several other boys head out to refill the trays of sweets or teapots with freshly brewed tea. She for sure wasn’t going to miss you once more. Something inside of her kept getting drawn to you. – “He might not appear from that door.” – she heard behind her, making her flinch.

Startled she turned around, gasping in shock at you. You started laughing as Eloise slapped her handbag at you. It only made you laugh more. – “Don’t startle me like that!”  - she said clearly. Exhaling loud till she settled with a playful smile of herself. – “What are you doing here?” -  she asked subtly following you to a table.

She kept her distance, fumbling with her fingers. – “Working.” – you told her, placing a new tray down. Eloise moved closer seemingly observing the sweets on the tray just to be closer to you. – “Miss Bridgerton.” – you whispered to her, Eloise immediately correcting you. – “Eloise.” – she let out wanting you to know her first name.

“Miss Eloise.” – you corrected collecting some dirty plates. – “I was serious about how people might talk.” – you reminded her that you were in public. Ladies like her didn’t talk to lower class boys as yourself. Eloise took a macron as it intrigued you which flavour she liked.

“Well I am known not to care one bit what society has to say to me.” – she responded with a smile. You nodded at her, taking the dirty plates with you back inside. She watched you disappear once more. Staying at the table as you reappeared a few times more always in the distance now.

Eloise hummed loud feeling a presence near her. Benedict tilting his head to the side, thoughtfully. – “You seem to know him.” – he said with a nod in your direction. Eloise turned around, taking her leave before her brother might see through her.

Eloise came sitting down, constantly watching you. Staring with dreamy eyes at you. Before she could fully admit it, already smitten with you.

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Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 3)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

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POV You

Just as I had discussed with Eloise that night in the maze. I have been showing my interest towards her in a more noticeable way and she towards me too.

Four days have passed since that night and on each of the days I have gone to the Bridgerton house, had tea and thus could spend more time with Eloise in front of her mother. Of course, I have never appeared empty-handed, because if anything it is etiquette and manners regarding situations like these.

The first day I showed up with a lemon cake, along with a bouquet of Eloise's favorite flowers which were daisies, blue roses and blue dahlias. Also along with a bouquet of violets for her mother. It goes without saying that the matriarch was impressed and Eloise gave me a subtle wink as a sign of success.

The second day I turned up with some cakes and Lady Bridgerton 's favorite sweets. Since having a detail with the mother is always well seen and adds points at all times.

On the third day I was a little more daring, bringing a carrot cake made by myself; with the help of the cook and Eloise 's favorite chocolates.

And today I had decided on a book on the natural sciences and their use in medicine, since my studies had come to light in one of my conversations with Eloise and she had shown an interest. So I thought it was a good idea to give her a basic book on the subject, because she likes to read and I'm sure she'll appreciate it more than the desserts.

While for her mother, I brought her favorite sandwiches so that she can accompany the tea with them.

I knock on the door of the Bridgerton house , making sure my black tailcoat is tied securely, my khaki slacks are wrinkle-free and my tie is tied just right.

I put my hat back on and take a deep breath. The door opens, letting me see the housekeeper of the place and she, recognizing me, allows me to pass.

Before entering the house, I receive the gifts from my coachman and I thank him by entering the site. I follow the woman into the living room, where I immediately see Lady Bridgerton sewing something, Eloise reading a book sitting on the sofa in a tomboyish manner, and the younger members of the family playing chess.

XX: My lady, Prince Y/n of Hanover is here. - she informs her of my arrival and I see how the matriarch gets up from the couch immediately.

Violet: What a pleasure to have you back here.- she walks towards me excitedly, passing by her daughter and giving her a light blow to make her sit good; causing a small amused smile from me.

Y/n: The pleasure is all mine Lady Bridgerton .- I assure her, greeting her with a kiss on her hand. -I hope I was right when i choose them.- I commented, extending the box with the sandwiches .

Violet: It wasn't necessary my lord.- she denies with a small smile receiving the box.

Y/n: Don't tell me my lord Lady Bridgerton, we are not in public and honestly I feel a bit old when it comes to it.- I say with a certain humor. -As long as you calls me by my name, we will be more than fine.- I assure her with a smile.

Violet: Okey Y/n, are you coming to have tea with us? - she asks with some emotion and illusion.

Y/n: If you are so kind as to accept me, then I would like to have tea with you. - I respond politely and without imposing myself.

Violet: I'm going to tell them to prepare it outside, since it's a wonderful day and the garden is beautiful. - she warns and leaves the room with a huge smile.

Gregory: When my sister marries you, will I be a prince too? - he asks running towards me, as soon as his mother disappears and with his sister by his side.

Hyacinth: And can I be a princess? - questions excited. - Because if Gregory can be a prince, I want to be a princess too.- she says confidently, receiving a push from her brother and she returns it.

Gregory: You're a copycat.- he reproaches her and I can't help but think about my absurd and childish fights with my brother when we were just kids.

I watch as they playfully push each other, poking each other and can only look longingly at them. I long for when life was as simple as copying your brother or playing a prank on him to annoy him.

Eloise: Stop fighting and making a fool of yourselfs.- she tells them, separating them by the heads. -Second, like "when my sister marries you"? - she asks his little brother.

Gregory: Mom says you're getting married, because Y/n comes every day for you and because he likes you.- he answers as if it were obvious and that causes me to laugh without being able to avoid it.

Eloise: Mom said that? - asks with a surprised expression.

Hyacinth: She and Lady Danbury have commented on it, they compare you with the work they did with Daphne and the Duke.- the youngest of all responds this time and I can't help but look at the oldest with a raised eyebrow.

Eloise: And what makes you think that I will marry him? - she points at me and I pretend to be offended; causing the children to laugh.

Hyacinth: Because you talk to him for more than a minute and you don't complain about him like you do with the rest of the suitors.- she answers as if it were the most obvious.

Y/n: So you don't complain about me? - I ask with amusement . -It's interesting to know.- I assure her, seeing how she kills me with her eyes.

Violet: We can go outside, they are already organizing the tea.- she warns us happily, entering the room and seeing the four of us standing together. -What are you talking about? - interested question.

Gregory: About how Y/n and Eloise are going to get married and I 'll be a prince.- he answers with total sincerity, causing the matriarch to open her eyes surprised and somewhat curious.

Eloise: Don't pay any attention to them, mother, the dwarves are just saying nonsense and commenting on some unimportant things they've heard.- She brushes the matter off with her hand.

Violet: Okay.- she nods not very convinced. -Let's go out.- she points out and placing her hands on her children's shoulders pushes them out.

I laugh at the attitude of the youngest and the conspiracies of Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton about my possible relationship with Eloise .

Eloise: Are you okay? - she asks me after a few seconds.

Y/n: Yes of course, why wouldn't I be? - I ask somewhat confused, starting to walk out with her.

Eloise: When my brothers have started to fight, you made a sad and somewhat thoughtful face.- she answers me with a small grimace. -And I wanted to know if you were alright.- she comments and I nod with a slight smile.

Y/n: I just remembered what it was like to be his age and fight with my older brother for any trifle.- I answer with a slightly sad face. -But I'm fine.- I assure her with a small smile.

Violet: Y/n and Eloise sit together on that side.- she points to the two free seats at the round table outside.

I take Eloise 's chair out for her to sit in, tucking her in nicely, then I sit to her right and across from the Bridgerton matriarch .

As soon as we sit down, tea and sandwiches along with other sweets are served on the table. And it is at that moment that I remember the book in my hand.

Y/n: Before I forget.- I speak turning to Eloise and stretching her the book. - The other day we talked about my studies and since you showed some interest regarding natural science and its uses in medicine, I have brought you this book for you to read.- I informed her seeing the smile appear on her face.

Eloise: Thank you.- she thanks me by receiving the book and opening it immediately. -There are things written.- she comments confused.

Y/n: It's my book; well it was, now it's yours. - I pointed out a bit nervous. -I asked my father to send it to me, since it is quite interesting and something basic so that you can understand it better.- I comment with a small smile. -What is written are my notes, which I wrote at the time to better understand the concepts and I have believed that this way it would be easier for you to understand everything too. It took me a while to understand everything, but to be honest; You're smarter than me and I'm sure you won't need the notes. But I wanted to make sure and that's why I'm giving you my old book and not a new one. - I explain to her, pointing to the small paragraphs written by hand on some pages.

Eloise: Thank you very much Y/n, it means a lot that you give me this book.- she assures me with a smile, looking into my eyes and I can see how her beautiful blue eyes water slightly.

Y/n: It's nothing, I know how much you appreciate books; I thought you would like and appreciate a book more than another dessert. - I explain somewhat embarrassed, scratching the back of my neck and feeling observed.

I couldn't tear my gaze from Eloise 's, feeling that if I look away from her I'll miss the happiness and excitement that sparkles in her eyes at the gift. And that's something I don't want to miss for the world.

POV Narrator

What he wasn't aware of, and neither was Eloise , was the look that Violet Bridgerton was giving into the interaction between his daughter and the prince. As she watched with a smile full of happiness, her daughter's face lit up at the detail and the prince's own detail towards her daughter.

Her daughter could deny it all she wanted, but she was falling in love with the Prince of Hannover and her eyes or the way she looked at him couldn't hide it. And for the first time, the former viscountess felt calm about the future of her rebellious daughter. Because she had someone who cared and would take proper care of her.

And Violet Bridgerton didn't just see that look on his daughter, She could also look at the look the prince was giving her daughter and the slightly reddish color of his cheeks. She just hopes that she and Lady Danbury are right and that the proposal is close.

Because her daughter had never looked at anyone like she was doing at that moment with Prince Y/n and she didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way of her happiness.

Eloise's POV

I was determined, I was going to accept the proposal and marry Prince Y/n. Sure, if the offer still stood.

After weighing it carefully for almost four days, I have realized that I win much more than I can lose. And not only will I end up winning, but my family and Y/n will also win; so it's the best I can do.

Also, that Y/n is not so bad and every day I am enjoying his presence and company more. The truth is that I never imagined that I would get married, but it was because it went against my ideals and my growth as a human being.

But I know that with Y/n my growth as a human being and as a woman will not be crushed or reduced in any way. The freedom that I would have is also something that has pushed me to accept, since that is something that has made it clear to me and I can do what I want as long as it is not something that puts my "marriage" at risk.

And lastly, Y/n was a nice company and I can have an intellectual discussion with him . Without feeling insulted by my sex and my "few" studies or level of knowledge.

He had been really great to me. My mother, like every day, has not stopped asking the prince questions and talking to him in an animated way. Like my little brothers, who have not stopped asking questions about the crown and royalty like every day.

Leaving little time for me to talk to him and tell him in a hidden way that I accept the proposal.

Just before he leaves, I stop him and look around making sure no one sees us. Once I make sure that my mother is busy with my brothers and they with my mother; I have the green light.

Eloise: I accept.- I tell him directly.

Y/n: Accept what?- he asks a bit confused.

Eloise: You are supposed to have studied and gone to the university.- I reproached him amused, giving him a light blow to the back of the head.

Y/n: That's not a reason to hit me.- he claims, rubbing the affected area.

Eloise: Exaggerated.- I say because of her reaction to the light blow. -But I accept your proposal.- I clarify and after a few seconds he opens his eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Are you serious? - he asks excited and with a certain illusion shining in his precious emerald eyes.

Eloise: I'm not kidding, you don't see how I laugh.- I say sarcastically causing him to laugh.

Y/n: I don't care about your horrible humor.- he downplays it with a smile. -I have to think about how to ask your mother for your hand, in the ring and in the house.- he enumerates and opens his eyes. -Where do you want the house? - he asks me with interest.

Eloise: Near Aubrey Hall, it's my family's country house and I don't want to be far from them, but I don't want to be in the center.- I answer. -In addition to the fact that my family is only here during the social season, then they live at Aubrey Hall for the rest of the year.- I explain and he nods in agreement.

Y/n: Perfect, well I guess I'll be back tomorrow for the I 'll ask your mother for your hand.- He nods according to his own plan.

Eloise: I'm afraid we won't be here tomorrow.- I comment with a grimace and I see how the smile disappears from his face.

Y/n: And why is that? - he asks confused.

Eloise: We're going to Aubrey Hall for the weekend, to bond with the family and spend time together; and blah blah blah.- I downplay any kind of importance.

Violet: What are you two talking about? - she asks appearing out of nowhere and scaring us completely.

Eloise: For God's sake mother, don't appear like that.- I ask with a hand on my chest and feeling the accelerated beating of my heart.

Violet: Sorry dear, I didn't know you were so engrossed in your conversation and that you hadn't seen me.- she apologized with an amused smile for my reaction.

Y/n: It's okay, the scares help keep the heart beating.- he says with an amused smile.

Violet: So? What were you talking about? - she returns to question too interested from my point of view.

Eloise: About the fact that tomorrow we're going to Aubrey Hall and that we'll spend the weekend there, so we won't be here for the prince Y/n to come for tea.- I answer my mother and see how the gears of her head begin to move.

Violet: Maybe Y/n can join us and be our guest this weekend.- she offers and it doesn't seem like a bad idea to me.

Y/n: I don't want to impose myself on your family weekend.- he denies with a small smile.

Violet: Don't say nonsense, you don't impose yourself and I'm also inviting you.- she assures him happily. -In addition, the Sharmas and Lady Danbury will also accompany us for another year. In fact, I'm surprised that Lady Danbury hasn't told you anything.- she says a little confused and thoughtful.

Y/n: It will be because of Edwina and her possible relationship with my cousin Friederich .- he comments a bit insecure. -From what I know, they spend a lot of time together and since my aunt can't be supervising all the time, it's Lady Danbury's turn to be watching.- he shrugged at the information.

Violet: Then we'll see each other tomorrow at Aubrey Hall.- she assures Y/n. -Let's go out, so I tell one of my drivers to give directions on how to get to your coachman.- she says threading her arm through the prince's and pulling him towards the entrance of the house.

I just laugh, when he looks at me over his shoulder with a face between surprise and amusement at my mother's attitude.

I shake my head and sigh calmly, knowing that many of my problems will be solved as soon as Y/n asks my mother for my hand. And the rest of my problems will be solved when the prince and I give each other the "yes, I want".

Because something is clear to me, if my mother believes that Y/n is going to ask me to marry him and that we are in love; the rest of the world will believe it too. Because if there is something that my mother is in this life: she is insightful.

None of my brothers have been able to deceive our mother, since she always knew when something did not quite fit and we hid something. So if Lady Danbury is being talked to about my possible marriage to the prince; it means that she believed it.

POV You

As soon as I get to the palace after being at the Bridgerton house , I head towards the tea room and where I'm sure my aunt is.

Now that Eloise has accepted the proposal to marry me, I have to start organizing the proposal and I need my aunt for it. I know that Eloise is not her favorite person after the last season, since at first she was sure it was Lady Whistledown and then she dismissed it; when her political position came to light.

Y/n: Aunt.- I greeted entering the room and making a reference. -I have to talk to you in private.- I ask and I see how she nods giving her servants a look.

Charlotte: Sit down dear.- she asks me pointing to the hole next to her on the sofa . -Tell me what do you want to talk about ? - she asks me interested when I sit next to her.

Y/n: You know that I have come to London with one intention, which is to fall in love and marry a woman from high society, right? - I ask a little nervous, because my aunt is the key to making everything believable and if she doesn't accept my engagement; neither will my father.

Charlotte: I am aware of this and that is why I put Lady Danbury as your supervisor, so that you could be successful in this first season. - she nods with a serious face.

Y/n: Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, aunt.- I point out the interest in her eyes. -I have found the person I want to marry and I want to have your blessing to ask for her mother's hand.- I comment with all the confidence in the world.

Charlotte: So soon? - clearly surprised question. -We've barely been in the season for three weeks.- she says, somewhat impressed.

Y/n: I know, but I can't explain what I feel when I see her or when I'm with her aunt.- I start to say to make it sound credible. -Besides that you have always told me that love does not have a predestined time.- I remind her with a small smile.

Charlotte: Are you sure dear? - she asks me and I just nod. -Do you love her? - she asks staring into my eyes and I stay for a few seconds thinking.

Y/n: Yes.- I answer without taking my eyes off his, trying to look sincere and credible.

Charlotte: Then I give you my permission.- she nods with a huge smile. -And can you tell who is the lucky one? - she questions interested.

Y/n: Eloise  Bridgerton, aunt.- I answer confidently and I see the surprise and a hint of annoyance appear on her face.

Charlotte: No.- she denies immediately.

Y/n: Aunt please, I love her and I want to marry her.- I ask, grabbing one of her hands and looking at her with pity.

Charlotte: Can't you choose someone else? Someone who doesn't hang out with political radicals? - she asks in the form of a complaint.

Y/n: She's not a radical girl, she's intelligent and has something on her mind besides the pianoforte.- I defend her without thinking. -The hours fly by when I talk to her, I feel comfortable and I feel that she really wants to be with me because of who I am; and not for being the prince aunt.- I say honestly.

Charlotte: And I'm glad you feel that way about someone dear nephew. But couldn't it be anyone else? - she asks in surrender and I smiled knowing what it means.

Y/n: I'm sorry aunt, but she's the right one for me and I'm sure that if you meet her you'll like her too.- I assure her smiling and seeing how a slight smile appears on her face.

Charlotte: I'll accept her because for me you're like a son and if she makes you happy I can't oppose it.- she finally accepts and I jump on her to hug her.

Y/n: Thanks aunt, you don't know how much this means to me.- I tell her when we parted from the hug.

Charlotte: And how do you plan to ask for her hand? - question interested and excited by the event.

Y/n: Lady Bridgerton has invited me to spend the weekend with them and Lady Danbury at Aubrey Hall; and tomorrow when I arrives I'll ask for her daughter's hand and if she accepts I'll ask her after dinner. - I reply a bit nervous, due to the possibility that she refuses and the plan is spoiled.

Charlotte: And you already have the ring? - she ask and I deny. -Well, come with me dear.- she asks me getting up and I walk next to her.

We walk towards her dressing room, where there is a table full of precious stones on a table in the center and as soon as we stop in front of her she opens a box in the center.

When she opens the box, I widen my eyes to see what's inside and look at her in astonishment.

Charlotte: This was one of the first rings that King George gave me as a gift.- she comments showing me the ring. -The king discovered that emeralds were my favorite stone and he thought it would be a good gift for me; and he was right.- she tells me looking at the ring with a certain sadness and affection.

Y/n: It's beautiful aunt.- I compliment seeing the brilliant stones of the ring.

Charlotte: It has a lot of meaning to me and that's why I want you to have it.- she tells me, offering me the box.

Y/n: No, aunt, as you think, I can't accept something so important and with so much emotional value.- I deny immediately.

Charlotte: I insist.- she says pushing the box in my hands. -I want you to ask that girl to marry me with my ring, for me you are my son and I want this ring to pass into your hands.- she explains and I nod, looking at the ring more carefully .

Y/n: It really is precious. - I whisper, looking hypnotized at the great emerald in the ring.

Charlotte: And valuable, that's why I want you to ask her to marry you with that ring and pass it on from generation to generation.- she assures me and I nod safely.

Y/n: Thank you very much aunt.- I thank her again and hug her again; immediately being wrapped in her arms in an almost maternal way.

Charlotte: I am very proud of you my little one and of how much you have matured; your mother would be proud too. - she whispered safely against my ear and I can't help but tighten the hug feeling the itch in my eyes.

I'm sure you wouldn't be so proud if you knew the truth and the reason for my marriage. She always defended love and from the first day she told me to marry for love. That I would never marry for any other reason than love and here I am, marrying by agreement with my father.

Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper feeling the guilt invade me.

Charlotte: Also, I understand that that girl also likes emeralds.- she assures me amused when we part from the embrace.

Y/n: Let's hope for the best.- I comment amused and looking again at the ring in my hands.

Now all I have to do is pack for this weekend and have Lady Bridgerton accept my marriage proposal to Eloise. I just hope everything goes well.

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When The World Is Free: Chapter 3 - C’est Un Gars

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: none... just some instant attraction and flirting ;)

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: Multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl! Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. This is when reader and Benedict finally meet. Yep, that's the whole chapter. Thanks to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy! <3

Paris, September 1939

Benedict doesn't turn up the next day. Or the day after that. Some snag with travel arrangements that Eloise doesn't explain, and you don't pry. You suspect she championed any excuse for him to delay his trip. But it does mean his arrival is not particularly front of your mind as the days slip by.

It's a week later - after an exhausting workday in uncomfortable shoes - when you get home and notice the door is unlocked. Assuming it's Eloise, you enter the apartment distractedly, reading a flyer you picked up on your journey home.

“El, did you see this?” you call out without looking up, dropping your bag as you unbuckle your T-strap heel, the relief to your foot palpable, flinging the first aside. “There is a new jazz night in Montmartre… I think we should go, seeing as your troublesome brother is never turning up…”

“He is actually…” a refined, resonant voice calls out from across the room with a wry tone. There, silhouetted by the bright window, is the outline of a tall man.

You stumble in shock, twisting your ankle quite heavily as you remove the last shoe, and he rushes forward to your aid, large hands grasping your waist, stopping you from falling down and righting your stance. His hold is gone as soon as you are stable. 

Discombobulated and embarrassed, you find yourself staring up into the most handsome face you have ever seen in your twenty-two years on earth, tongue-tied and awkwardly holding your right shoe. Not the introduction you would want with anyone.

“Benedict?” you squeak, mouth rapidly running dry.

“The very same,” his acknowledging smile is crooked, and something gallops hard through your chest. “Y/n, I presume?”

All you can do is nod. You can see the family resemblance - chestnut hair, blue eyes, a proud jaw - but damn if this is not the most fetching male version of Eloise’s prettiness. Tall and broad-shouldered, he looks very dashing in a royal blue three-piece suit with a crisp white shirt and burgundy and gold striped tie. 

“Are you alright?” his forehead creases in concern as he nods to your ankle.

“I… I think so?” you stutter. There is a slight throb there, but it's almost background to the riot in the rest of your body at the very sight of this man. 

Oh god, Eloise is going to disown me…  

Her warning from last week is ringing in your ears as you attempt a step but can't hide the wince at the bloom of pain as your weight transfers.

“Hmmm, I think that's a no,” he hums. “Come, take my arm, let's get you seated and this foot raised…..”

And so you find yourself clinging to the arm he offers, feeling the latent power under the layers of fabric as he provides a solid brace to lean on. Still a touch mortified, you drop onto the sofa as elegantly as you can, raising your ankle onto the coffee table and sighing with relief. You don't miss how his eyes linger briefly on your stockinged leg before he bustles over to your refrigerator and grabs a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. 

“Here, this should help,” he explains as he walks back. 

“Drink until it doesn’t hurt anymore?” you guess drolly. 

His responding laugh is warm and crinkles his eyes so beguilingly. “Stop the swelling,” he explains as he slides to sit on the coffee table next to your leg and presses the bottle against your ankle. 

You hiss gently behind your teeth, the coolness seeping through your stocking. Your eyes meet, and you swear his dilate a fraction, the hand not holding the bottle wrapping around the inside of your ankle to align your foot better, long elegant fingers cupping your arch. Just that simple touch is enough to make your pulse race. Something about this man feels electric. Like standing beside a humming pylon, an energy coursing through you.

“It’s nice to finally meet the artist,” you murmur, gesturing to the artwork you know so well now.

His eyes track to the painting, and his face lights up. “You like it?” his tone so hopeful.

“It's beautiful,” you confess, a tingle where you can feel the warmth of his fingers flexing around your foot, contrasting to the cold of the bottle.

“Thank you,” he demures, bowing his head and looking up at you through his lashes, a dot of colour high on his cheekbones.

“What the….”

You both twist to see Eloise standing in the doorway, mouth agape. Benedict’s hand flinches away from your foot, and you realise it must look more incriminating from her angle, unable to see the cold compress. All she sees is him sitting on the coffee table, grasping your leg as you talk softly to each other….

“El! Hi!” you call, attempting a breezy tone, “I tripped on my way in, and Benedict here was just helping me. I’m okay,” you add preemptively.

He jumps up from the coffee table and indeed indicates your injury. Eloise nods to acknowledge it, then narrows her eyes at him before walking over and giving him a quick embrace, kissing his cheek.

“Hello, brother. I was hoping you would never show up,” she greets sardonically.

“Hello, little sister, always such a warm welcome…” he drawls.

You can’t help but giggle at their exchange, and both seem pleased to have entertained you, twinkles in their similar eyes.

“Well, this rather scuppers tonight’s dancing plans…” Eloise motions at your ankle.

“You and Solene go without me. Why not take Benedict, too?!”

“I’ve had a full day of travel. I’d rather not…” he confesses when Eloise looks at him expectantly.

“Spoilsport,” she rolls her eyes. “Where are you staying?” 

“I haven’t booked anywhere...” he confesses, looking a touch sheepish. as you clock a suitcase against the wall. 

“Well then, your choices are to find a hotel now or sleep on our sofa,” she shrugs. 

“If it means it will get you packed quicker, I’ll stay right here,” he answered pointedly, raising an eyebrow.

“Brother, have you ever been to Paris before?” You can tell Eloise is winding up for one of her persuasions with that opening gambit, so you chuckle and relax back into the sofa, crossing your arms, about to enjoy the show.

“Is this going to be a two-minute or a ten-minute Eloise soliloquy?” he misdirects dryly, catching your eye and winking, which makes your heart skip.

Undeterred by both of your reactions, Eloise launches into her argument. “I know for a fact you haven’t, so let me say this. You are an artist. This is the art capital of the world. It would literally be irresponsible for you not to stay a while. Enjoy the galleries. Soak up the atmosphere. Get inspired. Hell, y/n here works in a gallery and has quite the encyclopedic knowledge of all the artists on display in the city - a literal font of knowledge…” As she extols your virtues, his eyes cut to you, an admiration and curiosity in them that makes your lungs feel tight, “…I would personally judge you for not staying. At least a week? Maybe two…”

“Delay tactics, El,” he sighs, but even you can see him wavering.

“Paris may not always be here, at least not as it is now,” you append, unwilling to look at him as you say it, looking out across the rooftops wistfully. “The art truly is spectacular, and if war comes to its doorstep in the next few months, who knows what could happen? You may regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t experience at least some of it.” Your focus back in the room as you look upon his art again. “Someone who paints something that beautiful deserves to see the old European masters up close…” you end on a shrug.

His gaze feels heavy like a cloak as Eloise waves her hands towards you. “Yeah… THAT,” she adds with finality.

Benedict sighs and tips his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows heavily.

“Fine. Three days,” he capitulates. “But, Eloise, you must be packed and ready to leave by then. I mean it. I don’t need Mother’s wrath about this…” his warning avuncular.

“Promise,” she smirks, before grinning and whooping in victory, doing a little jig as he shakes his head with exasperated affection.

“Prêt à partir?”  Solene's face appears around the doorframe, her face made up for a night out.

“Not for me,” you pout as she opens the door fully. “ I twisted my ankle. But I’m pretty sure Eloise wants a bit more victory dance time,” you smile as Eloise nods furiously, still swaying. 

They all offer to help you to your room, but you steadfastly refuse, confident you can hobble to bed when the time comes. Wishing them all well, you’re looking forward to some quiet alone time after an eventful day. 

—

Half an hour later, you are reading a book and feasting on brie and crackers when there is a soft knock at the door.

“Come in?” your call is tentative, unsure who might be knocking this late.

You frown as a key jangles in the door, then a warm flush down your spine as Benedict appears in the doorway, suitcase in hand.

“Eloise gave me a spare key. The hotel is fully booked for tonight,” he grimaces apologetically. 

“Sofa it is?”

“Appears so…”

“So there’s only one hotel in the whole of Paris, then?” you tease softly as he removes his hat and drops his case.

“Only one in close enough proximity to ensure Eloise doesn’t have time to pack and up and abscond to god know where before I can intervene, yes…” that crooked grin reappearing.

“I’d never let her do that!” you gasp in mock outrage. “At least not without taking me too….”

He laughs heartily and moves to the counter to grab two wine glasses and a bottle opener, asking silently with an eyebrow raise if you want to join in, which you enthusiastically agree to.

“What will you do? When we leave?” He asks over the glugging sound of the glasses being filled. 

“My family has told me to move up my return sailing to as soon as possible…” you can’t hide the disappointment in your tone. “I know I should do it… I just…”

“…Don’t want to give up on something before you even know how much you need it?” He guesses as he hands you a glass.

You are momentarily floored by how accurately he has pinpointed your feelings.

“Yes,” your reply is quiet but emphatic, a jolt to your being as your fingers brush while taking the drink, “that’s exactly it!”

“I understand…” and there is a world of empathy in his tone, raising his glass in silent toast, which you mirror. “But time isn’t on your side…” he reminds after a sip, “a few weeks, months if we are lucky, and Paris may well be invaded.”

“England too…” 

“Perhaps, indeed. So you should go. Be safe. Back home to America…”

“What if that’s the very last thing I want?” your whisper is more fervent than you intended.

“That sounds more like a reason you don’t want to go than a reason you want to stay,” he surmises, again frighteningly on target with his assessment of your feelings, almost as if he’s in tune with them somehow. “But yet… Eloise said you’re engaged?” he aims for nonchalant, but you could swear there is dejection too.

“Sort of…” a wave of guilt crashing into you as your thoughts slide to Stanley. Good, reliable, comfortable, safe Stanley.

“How does one become ‘sort of’ engaged?” he frowns bemused, using air quotes. 

“Growing up down the street from someone your age whose father happens to be your own father's best friend and business partner?”

“Oh…” there’s a pause, “you’re not being pressured, are you?” his query filled with concern. It makes your ribs glow that he might even care.

“No… just… a life plotted out,” you echo the words Eloise threw at you on your first night here.

“And it’s not the life you want…?”

“I used to think so…,” you sigh, eyes cutting to the side as you feel a swell of a tear forming.

“You have the right to change your mind,” Benedict attests softly as you twirl your glass between your fingers. “You don’t owe anyone else your happiness.”

You want to climb into his lap, grab his jaw and kiss him senseless. The impulse so strong you can feel a tingle where his stubble would abrade your lips if you did so. Suddenly worried you'll act recklessly if you stay any longer, you rise to your feet, make your excuses and limp mildly to your room… laying in bed staring at the ceiling for a long time before sleep claims you.

–

It's the middle of the night when you awaken thirsty and decide to get a glass of water, your ankle much better from the laydown. Half-asleep, you wander out of your room, fumbling towards the kitchen area, when you almost trip for an entirely different reason. Well, perhaps the same reason you tripped in the first place.

There on the sofa, in a shaft of moonlight, is Benedict, fast asleep; his face is so peaceful in repose. But that is not where your eye lingers. He is topless, a blanket pooled around his waist, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. And you cannot look away. He is all smooth planes of skin peppered with occasional moles that your fingertips itch to trace patterns between. His shoulders are indeed broad without a suit, and it's obvious he is somewhat of an athlete; the play of muscle and ribcage as he breathes deep utterly entrancing. It's so completely different to how Stanley looks - hairy and stout - that you drift closer without realising it, drawn to the sight. It's the closest you’ve seen to a breathing Statue of David, a shape you didn't think real humans came in…. until now. 

So much so you don't even realise when his eyes flutter open, just transfixed by how his breathing pattern appears to change the flex of his abdominals.

“Are you alright?” his voice is a rough whisper and you startle. His eyes seem to focus, and you notice they flit down your body before he seems to stop himself.

“Sorry,” you stumble in apology, feeling your face flushing violently as your eyes fly to his face, then look away, embarrassed to be caught ogling so obviously.

“Do you need anything?” 

Yes, to run my tongue over that divot right there… your mind screams.

“No, no... I just came out to get some water and worried you might be cold uncovered,” you bluster. “I was going to cover you up, but you awoke before I could….” 

You are mildly impressed you can come up with an excuse as your heart pounds in your ears. Benedict’s face morphs into an intriguing mix of knowing, lopsided smile and bashfulness, pointedly pulling up the covers until they are tucked under his chin.

“Better?” he rumbles, and you could swear it is with a teasing lilt.

“Much…” you nod before awkwardly turning away.

“Y/n…” he calls softly, and you look at him over your shoulder, a flutter in your belly as you catch him glancing at your bottom.

“What…?”

“I'm glad your ankle seems better,” he offers softly.

“It is, thanks to you…”

“De rien…” his response, low and deep, in a flawless French accent, makes goosebumps break out over your arms.

Damn you, Benedict Bridgerton.

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[lord-lyss]

Problemas para ser suficiente [Trasfondo del protagonista]

Lysander desde pequeño había tenido problemas de concentración y comunicación además de otros, no llegaba ni llega a ser lo que muchos esperan y eso lo frustra además que lo pone impotente, el solia pensar que todo eso mejoraría con el pasar del tiempo pero no fue así, solo empeoró, eso causo que el se sienta como un problema a pesar de que muchos le decían que no lo era.

El quería ser suficiente para los demás pero no podía, eso era una de las cosas que siempre hacia que llore en las noches.

El estaba mejorando, pero nadie lo notaba.

Aunque él era uno de los mejores detectives y caballeros de la reina, todavía seguía siendo un problema su diagnóstico, la cosa que para el no era, ni para nadie es fácil tener autismo y tdha, ya que para tu concentración tienes que estar interesado en algo para no desconcentrarse.

El intentaba y hacia su mejor esfuerzo por ser suficiente pero nadie lo notaba, se sentía atado y encandanado a sus problemas.

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

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The MAIN Masterlist

Violet Bridgerton

Good Old Fashioned Lover girl (Violet Bridgerton x Fem! Reader): Part I, Part II, Part III

Anthony Bridgerton

Baby Hotline (Anthony Bridgerton x Fem! Reader): Part I

No one does it like Ant (Anthony Bridgerton x Male! Reader): Part I, Part II

Be Wherever You Are (Anthony Bridgerton x Male! Reader)♡

Every Breath You Take (Anthony Bridgerton x Fem! Reader)♡

Call Me(Anthony Bridgerton x Male! Reader)♡

Benedict Bridgerton

Only way is up (Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader): Part 1

I Put A Spell On You (Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader)♡

Daphne Bridgerton/Basset

Colin Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Maneater (Eloise Bridgerton x Male! reader)♡

Portia Featherington

Fancy Cherries (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader): Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV♡

Hey pretty, Mama (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader): Part I, Part II, Part III♡

♡At Last♡ (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader): Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Penelope Featherington/Bridgerton

Phillipa Featherington/Finch

Prudence Featherington/Dankworth

Agatha Danbury

Cressida Cowper

Mary Sharma

Kate Sharma/Bridgerton

Edwina Sharma

More to be added

[marymary-diva17]

starting a new life (3)

bridgerton x reader

Scandal and gossip had been used a weapon to destroyer ones, self reputation among society. it seems like the once weapon that had been used against someone, had become their resource to start over again. Now will come the return of those who had left behind London ton society, for something brand new and good as well.

Y/n " ......." You are walking around the house that once belong to your husband uncle and aunt, that now become your guys home. The pair had arrived early at dawn and right away, the staff got ready to place everything in the house.

Tristan " so how are you loving the home we have here"

y/n " I love it far enough from Bridgerton and your family home the smiths so we are good"

Tristan " Well you are y/n smiths on paper"

y/n " you jest me my husband" Tristian soon kissed your hand as the pair soon walked into their home.

y/n " well it seems like everything has been settled now I will need to, sent word out to my sister and lady Danbury"

Tristan " I know you will do well my love and your deserve to see your sister, after being apart from her for so long"

y/n " I can't wait to see her and my other younger siblings I have missed them so"

Tristan " well now that we are here the ton better get prepped to see the new Viscount Tristan and Viscountess y/n"

y/n " you are going to do well my husband in this world among all the other males of the ton, I know it as your wife and friend"

Tristan " thank you my wife" you had sent out word to lady danbury and your sister of your official retune back to London, knowing no one else will see or read the letter to them.

Tristan " I will be going out my love there are some stuff I need to handle at the bank"

y/n " are you sure about this will it be fine going out right now"

Tristian " I'm dressed as Younger version of my uncle if no one can, tell it me then we are good and also it very sad as well"

y/n " okay but return home for dinner no clubs or pubs right now, I'm understood"

Tristan " yes my love and I had brought all my favorite wines here with me, so I'm good" you laugh as Tristan soon put his hat on and soon left the home, even due he was a viscount he still had time to have fun.

y/n " please get some hot water ready for a afternoon tea"

maid " yes ma'am anything else"

y/n " please prepare some deserts as well"

maid 2 " yes ma'am we will tell the kitchen staff that we will also have the window open, as well for the tea"

y/n " thank you"

butler " I will have all staff unload your and the viscount stuff into the room, they had been assigned"

y/n " thank you it good to be here and lady of the house" the stuff had nodded their heads and soon went to work, you are in the drawing room.

footman " ma'am our guest have arrived the honorable lady danbury" lady danbury soon walked into the room giving you a bright smile, as you had looked at her.

lady danbury " hello my dear"

y/n " lady danbury" you had curtsy towards lady Danbury as she had smiled at you.

lady danbury " viscount y/n I'm right" both women soon laugh as you had soon walked towards lady danbury and hugged her, happy to see her.

lady danbury " my dear you look so beautiful since the last time I saw you, and it seems like you have been doing well to"

y/n " yes life in Scotland has been good come have a eat tea and deserts will be served soon"

lady danbury " it good to have you and Tristan back home, the ton has been in drama filled since the last column of lady whistle down"

y/n " yes I and Tristian had gotten one sent to our home it was very interesting"

Lady danbury " I have spoken with the queen and she excited about, the new viscount and viscountess of smiths of Scotland she has approved of it"

y/n " that good news to hear"

footman " my lady your last guest has arrived lady Eloise" soon elosie came into the drawing room, she smiled upon seeing her sister again. The pair of sister soon hugged each other as it has been so long.

elosie " dear sister I have missed your dearly but I'm happy you are here in London"

Y/n " I'm happy to be here as well come have a sit there, much need to talk about"

Eloise " oh yes" Eloise had sat down next to you as afternoon tea party had began.

Eloise " so it seems like lady whistle down is a fan of you and your husband"

y/n " yes it seems like that or she might of used her words to speak the truth, on matter that was built on false scandal"

Eloise " you should of been here when the paper boys were handing out the columns that day, right now all the ton had gone a buzz with gossip"

y/n " well I had a feeling that was the truth the ton in Scotland had read, the article and had some choose or words towards the families"

Lady danbury " it has taken two years for anyone to finally notice you hadn't been seen all mostly everyone"

y/n "yes some of my staff told me there is a rumor that Tristin joined army and left London for good, that he now living in Spain on winery"

Eloise " that sounds like something he would do"

y/n ' oh yes it does"

Eloise " you and him look very happy together by that portrait over there" the three women soon looked over at the portrait to of the couple.

y/n " we are happy together"

lady danbury " so will it be expect to have any little ones running around here or Scotland anytime soon"

y/n " we have been trying but not right now"

lady danbury " it will happen in time and I know you will make a great mother and Tristan a good father"

y/n " thank you speaking of families how are the Bridgertons"

Eloise " the family has it good days and bad days right now after the column everything seems, Francesca had debut last years ... she was sadden to hear you will not be there hyacinth and Georgy are doing good"

y/n " it makes me happy to hear our younger siblings are doing well, I fear for them"

Eloise " now onto our older siblings Benedict is still unmarried but has been having relationships with this one women, who is window Colin seems gaining all the ladies attention but no wife yet ... Antony and Kate marriage is not doing so well and same for Daphne and Simon as well"

y/n " umm it seems like I have missed a lot in the two years I have been gone"

Eloise " you have some wonderful stuff in here are all of these from Scotland"

y/n " well yes most of them are from Scotland there is also France,spain,and Greece along with other places"

Eloise " I wish to have the life you have sister seeing the world and away from ton of London"

y/n " well I was hoping to bring this up later on but I will like to offer you a stay in Scotland with I and Tristan, we have talked about it and we will love to have you there with us we have enough room at our manor"

Eloise " are you sure"

y/n " yes"

Eloise " then yes I will love to come with you back to Scotland life here has become harsh, and right now I will love a change in environment ... see more of the world like our brothers and all the other males of society"

y/n " then come with me and see life away from London, live the life you wish verse what our family wants right now ... if you wish to marry then marry"

Lady danbury " may you have become a good speaker since the last time, I have seen you my dear"

y/n " well being away for so long has changed myself"

Tristan " good afternoon ladies"

lady Danbury " may Tristan for a moment there I thought I was looking at your uncle, until I got a closer look at you viscount"

Tristan " hello lady danbury it good to see you and hello El"

Eloise " hello Tristian my brother you and my sister have been missed" Eloise soon hugged Tristan and got a hug back soon Tristian and joined the three women, in the drawing room.

Tristian " well my wife we have nothing to worry about as, it seems like none of the ton has official know we are back in London"

y/n " umm that will make our stay here interesting after all"

lady danbury " why don't we make it more special I will be having a ball tomorrow night all of the ton, has been invited along with royalty ... it will be good to have a visit from the viscount and viscount from Scotland"

Tristian " I will love that what do you have to say about the my wife"

Y/n " I have missed your balls truly lady danbury so yes we will be there, and I have packed growns for balls just in case"

Eloise " it seems like I and have pen have something else to look forward to, for the ball tomorrow night and maybe when you are here we can get new dress for you madam delocroix will enjoy make new dress for my sister the viscountess"

y/n " I will have to set up an appointment with her"

lady Danbury " you are sounding like a viscountess of London already"

Tristian " you think this is special you haven't seen her actions, when we are in Scotland always standing up for a cause along with listen to other needs as well"

Y/n " I do my best and Tristan does his work as well"

Eloise " such a wonderful powerful duo standing together no matter what"

lady danbury " I always knew the two of you will make a wonderful and beautiful couple, lets hope children are not far behind I will love to meet them" laugher had soon been heard in the drawing room, the tea had ended well. Eloise had said she will come by again she might try to bring Penelope with her.

The night of the ball

Y/n " ......" you are sitting in the carriage with Tristan as the both of you are heading towards, lady danbury house for the evening ball. That had been talked about no stop by everyone. Everyone was hoping the lady danbury ball will bring good fortune to their families, and blessed marriage as well.

Tristain " you look beautiful tonight my wife like every other night"

y/n " thank you my husband and you are very handsome as always" the carriage soon stopped as the footman soon opened the door, Tristan soon got out and soon helped you out.

Tristan " we have arrived"

y/n " yes now lets enjoy this night" the couple soon made their way to the ballroom where the event was being held.

speaker " you two most be the guest that lady danbury have told us about"

Tristian " yes Viscount Tristian and my wife Viscountess Y/n"

speaker " yes my lord we can make that happen" soon the door of the ballroom had open.

speaker " honorable guest of lady Danbury Tristan and y/n " evyeone soon turned around after hearing towards names and soon, looked amazed to see you and Tristan. As the couple soon made their way down the stairs to dane floor. The coupe had bowed and curtsy towards the host and the queen.

Lady Danbury " start the music and enjoy the ball"

?????? " sister" you soon looked to see Eloise and Penelope making their way towards you.

y/n " hello El and pen you look so beautiful green colors suit you perfectly"

Penelope " thank you y/n"

Tristan " I will be back my dear wife I will go fresh my self a drink I will need one tonight"

elosie and Penelope " hello Tristan" Tristian soon walked away leaving you with your sister and Penelope.

Penelope " I happy to see you are back in London it made me sad you had to leave"

y/n " it good to be home Penelope I have missed my siblings and you as well, during my time away"

Elosie " it seems like you have supirsed the ton my sister, and seeing that the queen nodded her head she had approved of you both being here"

y/n " yes it those" The tiro had moved to the sidelines to stay out of the way, and to talk freely as well.

????? " sister" you soon looked to see Francesca standing there she smiled towards you.

y/n " hello Francesca you look beautiful as well along with Eloise and Penelope"

Francesca " thank you I have missed you"

y/n " I have missed you as well"

????? " y/n" you soon looked to see your mothers, siblings, and siblings spouse standing there.

Y/n " good evening Viscount Bridgerton and Duke hasting ... Viscountess's Bridgeton and Duchess Hasting.... Lady Bridgerton and lords Bridgerton"

Violet " dearest you are finally home after so long"

y/n " yes I'm lady Violet after being gone for so long"

Daphne " sister no need for these title as are family after all"

y/n " there is very much need for these titles duchess"

Kate " y/n welcome home we should have a dinner to celebrate your return"

y/n " that sounds good viscountess"

Simon " we knew nothing for your return"

y/n " well duke we had received our lady whistle down and she had spoke, some words that had made us wish to return"

Colin " you mean you and Tristian came together"

y/n " yes we did"

Colin " now you are going to tell me you had married him"

Eloise " no you fool she still unmarried after all these years, and Tristian is just acting like a husband to her for fun"

Violet " dearest you are married"

y/n " yes I'm for two years now"

Penelope " so are they any young children running around you home"

Francesca " oh yes do we have an nephew or niece"

y/n " no there no children yet but we hope soon when the time right"

Antony " I will have a word with Tristan as he didn't ask me for your hands in marriage, and when did this happen anyways were they witness to this whole scene"

Lady Danbury " yes I was one of them they married in my home that next day, a beautiful wedding”

violet " lady danbury you knew of this"

lady Danbury " yes I did and she didn't need viscount approval as she was disowned if we all remember"

Antony " sister does he treat you right"

Tristian " I treat her like she is my star and moon viscount Bridgerton” Tristran soon showed himself towards the group.

Tristan “ good evening everyone it great to see you all again, after so long of being apart”

Benedict “ so the news is true the two of you are married couple, making you our brother”

Tristan “ yes I married your sister but last time it remember, half of you here had disowned her and she hasn’t yet to be presented a beidgerton again”

y/n “ husband”

Tristian “ sorry my dear wife I should of minded my words”

Violet “ no fighting tonight as we celebrate the return of your sister and her husband”

Violet “ you two have been in countryside together, maybe we can have you all back here with us for good”

colin “ so anything else you both will love to share with us”

violet “Colin that can wait we need to talk about another wedding we can invited members of ton, it will good and represent our families as well”

Antony “ I’m most agree maybe this time Tristan can ask for my sister hand in marriage”

Eloise “ oh brother don’t be a fool and ruin the night she already married you, can’t annul that marriage to make you feel better”

Antony “ those the Queen know of this matter”

lady danbury " yes she dose know if this and had encouraged the relationship, she really loves your family dearly"

lady danbury “ They didn't only come back married they came back with titles as well viscount and viscountess"

Antony “ wait Tristan can’t be a viscount he a fourth son"

Tristian “ that is here viscount bidgerton but not in Scotland after my uncle and aunt passed, away I was made their heir”

y/n “ we did send word but never got a reply viscountess”

Tristan " well that example everyone so uncle had left his title and lands to me, after I become his heir and now viscount of the lands there... he left some inheritance for my brothers"

Benedict " then shouldn't ti go to your brothers"

Tristian " it would of gone to them but I was disowned by family as well, so my uncle had all rights to hand it over to me"

Colin " then are you both still smiths"

y/n " we are smith and Reids as uncle did take on aunt last name, after they were wed"

James " were you there for my brother and his wife during thier last moments"

y/n " yes we were and they passed away in their sleep peaceful, they had been there for us during our two years married"

Violet " you are wonderful dearest and I'm happy to have Tristan as my son"

Daphen " yes it good to see our family had expanded will you both, been staying in London for good now"

Y/n " no we will be retuning to Scotland"

Violet " my dear that to far away you should be here with family and friends, when you and Tristan have children of your own I will love to meet my grandchildren"

Benedict "It will be good to have more kids in our family" you wished to say some other words towards Benedict right now, but you were going to save that for later on or in private. Soon some music had started playing getting everyone attention.

Tristan " my dear wife care for a dance with me"

y/n " it will be an honor" Tristian had finished off his drink before he placed it on a tray of staff, as the two soon went to the dance floor. The pair looked so beautiful on the dance floor. The rest of the ball had went well as the couple was getting ready to leave.

Antony " sister before you leave we most agree to have a meeting together, so can find out a way to deal with the lady whistle down article and your news about marriage as well"

Tristian " viscount Bridgerton it best if we drop this topic as it been a long night, and I wish for my wife to not be uncomfortable"

Antony " Tristan we are friends why call me viscount"

Tristian " it been a long night w will be leaving"

y/n " goodbye Bridgerton and Hastings we will see each other again take care" you and Tristian soon left the Danbury mansion and headed back home, but not before you gave one last wave towards your younger sisters and Penelope.

Tristan " we are racing our kids in Scotland still my love"

y/n "yes that our plan and we are sticking with it no matter, as we have seen the ton will do anything to destroy the image of anyone I rather not that have to my kids"

Tristian " agree I told the driver to take another route so you family doesn't have anyone follow us, and we are also lucky that none of them know where we will be staying"

y/n " good and if they come by the home we will treat them like any other guest, with respect and honor"

Tristian " your brothers should take Benedict words to heart, as only one married and others are nots still no children"

y/n " That something we can debate all day my love I hope you get use to having Eloise, Francesca, and Penelope over"

Tristian " it will be good to have them over and I think I might know some lords back in Scotland that will be perfect for them" you smiled at your husband and soon kissed him. It seems like their start of being back in London was going well after all, as everyone had seen the couple had changed over the years of being away.