and now I see daylight | Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Paring | Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Request|omg can i request benedict bridgerton with taylor swift song ‘Daylight’ please

What To Expect | Benedict being so in love with reader, some Bridgerton sibling banter, Eloise is friends with the reader and Taylor Swift lyrics ( listen to Daylight here!)

Word Count | 2.1K

Author’s Note | keep the Bridgerton boys x Taylor Swift song request coming loves!! I really loved writing this one and I’ve come to the conclusion Benedict would be a Lover stan. hope you all enjoy this cute little fic! (not my gif!)

Tag List|@evqans (reply to be added to the tag list!)

There are so many lines that I’ve crossed unforgiven\ I’ll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

Benedict Bridgerton did not think he would settle down so fast. Then again, after watching his eldest brother fall for Kate, something he thought was impossible, Benedict should have known the same fate was laid out for him. 

The moment he had seen her, everything seemed to make sense. Every song that played made him want to dance with y/n. Every love poem he read made a warm feeling settle within him because it reminded him of her. Every sketch or painting he made always led back to y/n.

But with every good feeling came with hurt from his past. Benedict Bridgerton had lived a life of a rake. Carefree and out of the way of ambitious mama’s wanting a Bridgerton to marry their daughter. He had spent many days drinking and laying with women he wouldn’t not remember much about the next day. A past he knew he could leave but not run from. Too many people knew of his reputation especially after Anthony had gotten married it seemed like all eyes were on him, the second eldest Bridgerton son who was still living the life of a rake. 

But that lifestyle he had lived changed when you walked into that ball. A ball his mother threw at the Bridgerton home. He had spotted you from across the room, speaking with Eloise and suddenly, he felt this warm feeling he had only read about in stories and poems or felt through art. 

He knew you were a lady. By the way your hair was perfectly in place, delicate gloves reaching your elbow and the way you stood straighter compared to Eloise. Clearly your mama had put effort into your ways of being a lady. Benedict wondered what you spoke so enthusiastically about with Eloise, perhaps books or how terrible another social season is. He knew it must be the ladder because in that moment y/n giggled at something his sister had said and Benedict could feel it cast a smile on his lips.

Shaking his head, Benedict grabbed a drink and fled. He had not known you, he had only seen you for a few minutes and in that time he saw her there something blossomed within him. It might not have been love in that moment but it was a deep desire to hear her voice, watch her laugh and not from afar, to be the person who made her laugh. Benedict had all these wildest dreams for a lady he just saw across the room.

A few minutes later, out in the gardens, Eloise found him on the swings. A scene the pair of siblings were all too familiar with. 

“You look like you’ve experienced the feeling of love, dear brother. Or perhaps, love and heartbreak all in one evening?” Eloise jokes, taking the swing next to him.

Benedict huffed out a puff of air for an answer, then with surprise to himself and his sister he asked “Who were you talking to near the drink table Eloise?”

Eloise tilted her head, “That would be y/n, she’s just arrived in London. Made quick friends with her this evening, Penelope’s not here but when I found y/n in a corner trying to escape a dance I knew I had to be friends with her.”

Benedict grinned, waiting for Eloise to continue. 

“Her mama is hoping for a marriage at the end of the season though y/n does not want the same.”

“You do both have that in common,” They both laughed. “Would you introduce us?”

Eloise’s eyes widened like she had just figured out a puzzle, “Is she the one who is making you feel these things, Benedict? You didn’t even know her name before this.” 

He didn’t but her beauty capatived him in an instant, was what he wanted to tell Eloise. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, Benedict wanted to get to know y/n. He didn’t just want a night with her, no, he wanted a life with her and if it was too soon to speak of Benedict’s heart didn’t care. 

Instead, he pushed her on her swing making the siblings laugh before they went back inside.

I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night/ And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

Eloise had introduced them that night. 

Though y/n’s mother was quick to interfere as she had discovered there was a Duke in attendance who was looking for a wife. Benedict could tell y/n did not want to go, she tried to make up a story that Benedict had asked her for a dance but when a mama of the ton was eager for a wedding, nothing could come between that. Not even Benedict Bridgerton.

So, Benedict watched y/n dance with the duke and after, he watched her talk with him, a bored look on her face as he looked enthusiastic about whatever nonsense he rambled on about. Before he could think, Benedict was making his way to her and soon he cleared his throat getting your attention. 

“Ah! Mr. Bridgerton, what a lovely party your mother had thrown. It was so kind of her to invite me,” Said the duke Benedict did not care to catch his name. 

“Yes, thank you.” Benedict turned to y/n. “Excuse me Miss. y/l, but I believe my name is on your dance card for this next dance.”

It was a lie. Her mama did not even give Benedict time to ask for a dance but something about the way y/n smiled made him think she was perfectly okay with this lie.

“I believe you are right Mr. Bridgerton. Apologies, your grace. I did, however, enjoy our conversation.” Y/n placed her hand just over Benedict’s but not enough to touch. “Oh! And thank you for the dance.”

As he took her hand, the music started playing and a bright, fuzzy feeling erupted in Benedict. Her touch made him see daylight even in the darkest of nights that could be seen from the windows in the ballroom.

“You saved me Mr. Bridgerton,”

“Call me Benedict.” He whispered.

Matching his low volume y/n leaned in and said, “I do not believe the ton will think that proper.”

Of course he knew she was right but in that moment he would have given anything to hear her speak his name and not just Mr. Bridgerton, something everyone called him and his brothers. Benedict wanted to hear his name fall from her lips like a sweet melody only meant for him.

“Forgive me Miss y/l but if I am correct, you do not care for what the ton says. Eloise told me that much, no wonder you two became fast friends.”

“Well, I suppose you are right about that.” She smiled as Benedict twirled her around then came back to face him. “I am glad Eloise introduced us, Benedict.”

There it was. His name on her lips. A perfectly sweet sound he wished to never stop hearing. His breath hitched for a second, he had hoped she did not notice the way she made him feel, not that he was embarrassed by it but he was confused, to say the least.

He had had many lovers. Good ones he left wounded by his rake lifestyle and ones who were not so good that he placed too much trust into. Benedict Briderton was carefree but he had put up walls for many years, never letting too many people in. But in this moment, with his hand on her waist and her breath against his neck, he let those walls down.

I once believed love would be (Black and white)/But it’s golden (Golden)

To y/n’s mama’s dismay, y/n had begun seeing Benedict more often. After the first couple days of going over to the Bridgerton house with the excuse that Eloise, her new friend, had a book to show y/n, Benedict made it official that he was courting y/n. 

It wasn’t until Lady Whistledown started writing about the pair weeks after the Bridgerton House ball that both families seemed very interested in the relationship between Benedict and y/n. The pair had even caught their mother’s talking about who would hold the wedding breakfast and Benedict watched y/n laugh it off with a simple smile, he had blushed because he had thought about a wedding like their mothers.

 In a matter of weeks y/n had captured his heart and he had begun to dream about what a life with her might look like. Something Benedict had never done with any of the women he had encountered.

“Benedict? Did you hear me?” y/n called. She had been at the piano with Francesca and Hyacinth

 who begged her, the second the couple walked in, to show her the piano forte they had been working on. That was over an hour ago.

“Apologies y/n, can you repeat that?” He sat up straighter.

Next to her the two youngest Bridgerton girls giggled, “He’s in love!”

“Are you dreaming about your wedding to y/n already, Benedict?” Francasica teased. 

Y/n laughed, “Do every single one of you Bridgerton’s really want us to get married? Your mama and mine seem to have it all planned out!” 

This made the girls even more excited. Though, from behind them they heard a groan from Elosie who had snuck in at some point. She came over and slumped on the couch next to Benedict.

“Do you really have to marry one of my friends? If so, I might say I regret introducing you two.” 

Y/n looked over to Benedict. His face was as red as ever, he slowly lifted the sketch book to his face trying to hide from the madness his sisters had created. He shook his head, not to dismiss the idea of marrying y/n but to try and shake away the embarrassed feeling in his stomach. 

Around an hour later the couple would be left alone. Though not totally alone as a maid was cleaning up the room and keeping an eye on the pair. Benedict was still sketching under candle light now as the sun began to set. Y/n held a book in hand, just raised enough so it looked like she was reading but really she was looking at Benedict. 

The talk of marriage had gotten to her. It was something she had recently thought about as she had had a strict “no marriage” rule this season, something she even expressed to Eloise the night she met Benedict but now it did seem like something she wanted. What she wanted was to be with him and only him.

But it seemed like her and Benedict had skipped over the topic every time someone brought it up and y/n was curious to know what he would say.

“May I ask you a question?” She placed the book down, folding her hands in her lap.

“Of course, dear.” 

Y/n stayed on the couch across from him, if she had to escape the door was right behind her. “Is marriage something you want?”

Benedict’s hand quickly stopped his sketch, “Um, in general or…?”

She shook her head, “To me. Married to me, Benedict, is that something you would want? It seems like our families cannot stop talking about it and it’s gotten to my head. I apologies if this is not what you want,”

Benedict quickly got out of his seat. Kneeling down, taking her hands in his stopping her words but not before bringing her chin down so their eyes met. He smiled, a bright and beautiful lopsided smile. One that y/n had memorized, one that sent a perfect feeling throughout her whole body.

“My dear y/n. You have no clue how long I have thought about marrying you. From the moment I met you, something pulled me in and I could just imagine a life with you so easily. You make me a better man. You are like the warm feeling of a sunny day. You are the daylight breaking through my darkest of days telling me I will be alright. In your arms, I feel safe and I hope you feel the same, my love.” 

Benedict stopped to place a hand on her cheek, his thumb gliding over the top of her cheek. “So yes. Y/n I do want to marry you and if you would like to marry me, I will try my hardest everyday to give you the best life I can.” 

Without saying a word, y/n leaned down. Placing a kiss on his lips; soft and gentle but so full of love and passion they pair held for each other.