a/n: I really wanted to write someone new and Bridgerton is the current hyperfixation so enjoy the possible inaccuracies lol. But also look at his hands in that gif, oh my god
summary: you drink some of Benedict’s special tea and now Benedict must take care of you until the effects wear off. With such a tea in your system, you can’t help but bring up some truths you’ve been hiding and Benedict is right there to comfort you.
word count: 2.1k
The Bridgerton’s lounged in the drawing room as they usually did when the days lulled and the invitations had yet to arrive. Spending their day doing various activities that they had been taught from an early age.
Benedict leaned closer to Colin, whispering feverishly as you walked into the room, going unnoticed by your husband or anyone else as they were all immersed in their own business.
Your brows furrow, smile amused as you take in your husband’s excited expression whilst Colin grows more weary by the moment, his eyes glancing between Benedict and their mother.
Looking away you notice a cup of tea of a precarious color sitting idly next to Benedict’s sketchbook. Having just gotten back to the home, you were rather parched yourself. Glancing at Benedict you see him still deep in conversation with Colin, obviously trying to convince him of something.
Not thinking your husband would mind you taking a bit of his tea, you take hold of the cup and bring it to your lips. Your face twisted and screwed up at the taste of perhaps the most awful tea you had ever tasted in your entire life. It had the strangest texture as well. You knew how Benedict preferred his tea but perhaps he wanted to try something new. And perhaps that is why the cup appeared to be basically untouched. But despite the taste, it satiated your desperate need for a drink, so you continued to swallow it down.
It only took a few moments before two loud gasps sounded out throughout the quiet room and both Benedict and Colin shouted your name.
“Don’t drink that!” They both followed with as they came rushing over to you. You choke on the drink from the sudden noise before carefully setting it back down, clearing your throat, and watching with wide eyes as the brothers came to stand before you. Your eyes locked onto Benedict’s shocked expression.
“I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t think you’d mind. It is just tea,” you explain, brows furrowed, motioning toward the drink.
“Yes, brother. You’re married now. I think it’s about time you learn to share,” Eloise called out from her spot in the room, book in hand. Benedict took a moment to glare at his sister from over his shoulder before his eyes fell back on you, the look in them more concerned now than shocked. He took a step closer.
“It’s not just tea, my love,” Benedict explained, a grin threatening to pull at the corner of his lips. You inhale sharply, placing a hand on your stomach to center yourself.
“Then what is it?!” You ask, a bit too loud, your head jerking to the side to look down at it. Benedict and Colin are quick to shush you, bringing your attention back to them. You look at them expectantly, wondering what it is exactly you just drank.
“Um…” the brothers say together, sending each other dubious looks. Your brows furrow, eyes moving between them. Worry began churning your stomach the longer they hesitated.
“Is it medicine?” You ask, needing any answer they’ll give at this point. “It certainly tasted as foul as medicine often does,” you add, pursing your lips in disgust at the memory of that awful taste. Benedict’s lips pull down into a pursed frown, often a sign he was attempting to hold back his laughter. Which only caused you to grow even more confused.
Benedict quickly took notice of your expression and his features softened. He moved over to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking you firmly against him, sending down a soft smile.
“Yes, dear, some may describe it as medicinal,” he explains lightly, causing Colin to snort and his mother to scold him for it. You look to Colin, not understanding what was so funny. This had begun to grow frustrating and you were feeling stranger as the minutes ticked on.
“Well will it harm me?” You question a little more firmly, raising a brow at Benedict. His mouth drops open but nothing comes out. He hesitates, appearing to not know what to say.
“No, but I think it wise you two spend the evening alone and away from prying eyes,” Colin interrupts, and when you look to him you see him sending you a punctuated look before doing the same to Benedict.
Benedict’s face lights up as understanding washes over him. They both seem to glance at the family before Colin nods at his brother and turns around to go back to his book and acting as if nothing had just happened. You wait for Benedict to explain. Anything really.
“Benedict, what’s happening?” You whisper desperately, trying to blink back a forming cloud in your mind. Your husband looks down at you, noticing your pupils slowly growing in size. His hand squeezes your waist as he starts guiding you two out the door, his focus remaining on you and his eyes and the firm hand on your body is the only thing grounding you at the moment.
“Come along now, darling wife. I’ll explain everything in the privacy of our quarters,” he offers, his voice starting to slur and slow down. You briefly wonder if he had gotten any of the tea as a lightness threatens to fill your body.
Benedict had just enough time to explain the tea, what was in the tea, and what the powder in the tea meant for you before you were completely out of it.
“Benny!” You squealed, wiggling around in his lap. After a lot of running around, giggling, and crashing into things, Benedict had finally managed to calm you down enough to get you into his lap. You had been staring out the window, eyes wide for a good fifteen minutes as he sat his sketchbook in your lap and started drawing before you suddenly cried out.
“Yes, my sweet?” He asked, not looking away from the sketch of you he had started whilst you were dazed. You frown, much preferring his attentions on the real you. Leaning closer to him, you start leaving open-mouth kisses all over his face. His brows jump in surprise and a smile threatens his lips but he doesn’t much react.
“I wanna play with you,” you whisper between kisses and giggles as thoughts of how his scruff tickles or how his skin smells of sweets fill your head without permission. This time your comment forces out a short bit of laughter from Benedict. He finally looks away from his drawing, setting it down on a table to watch you, extremely amused.
“Really now? I didn’t know the tea would bring such impropriety out of you,” he muses, grin wide and eyes sparkling as he watches you nuzzle against his face. You pulled away as his words slowly started to connect and you giggled at their implication.
“Not what I meant, Benedict!” You shouted through your laughter. A heaviness suddenly pulled at your heart and your smile dropped, laughter quickly ceasing. The sudden shift in mood made your world feel off its axis and you clutched Benedict’s collar to steady yourself. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you. Always s’busy now…” you hear yourself saying though you don’t remember allowing the words to pass through.
Yes, you had grown a bit lonely, but Benedict loved what he was doing and you wouldn’t take it away from him simply because you wanted more attention. You had sworn to yourself you wouldn’t say anything but it seems this tea had loosened your lips.
Benedict’s amusement drained from his face. His features softened as he looked over you, his hands pulling you further up his lap and closer to his chest.
“Oh, my sweet love, I apologize. I know I’ve been busy as of late,” he starts lowly, sincerity bleeding through his tone. A hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping across your cheekbone. “You don’t deserve fleeting moments of passion, you deserve my time, my life. As my world you deserve everything and as your husband it is my job to provide it for you,” he expresses, passion and determination clear in his every word.
Some part of you past the cloud of fog in your mind wants to cry in relief at his declaration and have a deeper conversation about this. But another part of you, one that currently has much more control, can’t take his words seriously. Though your husband has always had a silver tongue, you knew his truth sat with his actions.
“Dear husband, how generous you are,” you said with clear sarcasm, making a show of being as dramatic as possible. Benedict lets out a few breathless laughs, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you.
“Well, I do try,” he spoke through clenched teeth and a wide smile as his hands snaked down to your stomach. His fingers pressed into your skin as he began tickling you.
You squealed, back arching in a number of directions as you tried to move away from his torturous grasp. All the while uncontrolled laughter poured out from your lips. Benedict laughed with you, delighted to see you so freely laughing. His heart ached as he tried to remember the last time he had made you laugh.
“B-Benedict! B-Ben-Benedict stop it!” You gasped brokenly as you attempted to speak through your laughter. Benedict raised a brow, head tilting slightly, his hands still working against your stomach.
“What would you suggest I do instead, love?” He questioned, thinking there was no better sight than your smile, no better sound than your laughter. He couldn’t imagine anything greater than to continue this.
“Find something to amuse yourself,” you demanded, your breath harsh. Your stomach had begun to ache but you couldn’t deny it felt brilliant to laugh this much. In an instant his fingers had ceased their movement. You slouched against him, taking in deep breaths of air.
But it didn’t last long as two hands were soon after holding your face and guiding you to a familiar pair of lips. Just as you had gotten your breath back, Benedict kisses you, taking it all away again. He swallows your sound of surprise, moving his lips against yours, passionately and languidly. You quickly caught up, pressing your body against his, your hands clutching his shoulders as your lips worked as a team, kissing each other deeply as if discovering each other again for the first time.
When you broke apart you were both breathless, heavy breaths mingling together. You smiled, eyes flickering over his features. You noticed Benedict appearing to do the same. The awed and dazed look in his eye made your heart race. You both remained silent as you gazed upon each other, a pleasant hum buzzing throughout your body. Benedict spoke after a few long moments.
“Beautiful is not word enough to describe you,” he said softly, a small smile greeting you. You mirrored it, resting your cheek against one of the hands that still held your face. Benedict’s smile slowly disappeared as a thought came to him. “I know my words come easy, but I swear, I give you all my time from now on. Until you grow sick of me and command me away, I am yours. All of me,” he says, his words flowing fiercely and with strong passion. Your eyes narrow playfully as you move closer to him.
“Do you promise?” You whisper. Amusement sparks through his expression and he grins wide.
“I promise, dear,” he promises softly, sending you a light nod in confirmation as his hands move down to hold your waist. You start to nod along with him, becoming hypnotized by the moment. He chuckles quietly in response. The sound makes you jerk back, blinking rapidly.
Your blank gaze moves away from him for a moment as you look around the room suspiciously, eyes still narrowed. When your eyes fall back on him, they widen a bit in surprise. But then you’re curling a finger, signaling for him to draw closer. Benedict follows your silent order and leans in.
“Don’t tell Benedict but I don’t believe I could ever grow tired of him. I cherish him too dearly, you see,” you whisper, explaining everything softly and conspiratorially. Benedict purses his lips as he attempts to hold back his laughter. He eventually manages a firm nod and a serious expression before he speaks.
“I promise I won’t say a word,” he swears, hand placed over his heart. You giggle, your face lighting up as you rest back against him, head laying on his shoulder. Benedict smiles, kissing your forehead tenderly before picking up his sketchbook and continuing his drawing of you as you toyed with one of his golden buttons.
summary | Benedict fell in love with a girl he adored so much
paring | Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
request|hii do you still take requests? i really love your writing! can you do a fic based on “Paper Rings” for our best boy Benedict <33
includes | sweet husband!Benedict, Taylor Swift lyrics, pall mall with the Bridgerton and fluff like a lot (italic means flashbacks)
word count | 1.7k +
a/n | here is some more Taylor Swift and Bridgerton boys for you lovely reader! hope you enjoy this one. I am still taking requests but I will warn you it takes me a while to write them which I apologize for but I am doing my best! hope you all are having a great day <3
The moon is high
Like your friends were the night that we first met
Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet
Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed
She had met Benedict Brigerton unexpectedly. y/n had been trying to sneak away from the ball for a breath of air as her mama seemed to make every man in that house dance with y/n. If she had to dance one more time with another man who stepped on her foot, she was worried she would lash out on accident, giving the ton more gossip to talk about.
y/n had successfully gotten away, walking the halls of the large country home. She had spent a few minutes walking about trying to think back to what she had heard Eloise Bridgerton say which door was the library. y/n thought she could stay in there for a bit before heading back out to the ball. She reached the second door to the end but before she could pull it open, the door moaned open from the other side.
“Oh!” y/n looked up meeting the eyes of the voice.
She recognized him because everyone in the ton knew who the Bridgerton’s were, y/n had conversations with Colin too since becoming friends with Peneople. But y/n had never come face to face with any of the oldest Bridgertons, until now she had come face to face with the second eldest Bridgerton.
“I am sorry Mr Bridgerton,” y/n paused thinking of something else to say, she could see multiple other men behind him. “I seem to have lost my way back to the ball.”
“Is everything alright, Benedict?” Colin peaked over his shoulder, a drink in hand. “y/n? What are you doing here?”
Before she could tell her lie again, Benedict spoke up. “Lost her way back to the ballroom.”
y/n didn’t miss the smirk on his face as he eyed her again. “A house as large as this one is easy to get lost in Mr Bridgerton.”
Benedict laughed, y/n figured the men inside and him had been drinking. Colin opened the door wider stepping in between y/n and Benedict.
“Allow me to show you back,”
“Actually, brother, I would be happy to show Miss,” He trailed off looking directly at y/n.
“y/n y/l.”
“I will escort Miss y/l back to the ballroom, I was just on my way out anyway.” The last part he spoke directly to Colin who simply nodded and bid y/n a goodnight.
Benedict gently closed the door behind them, extending his arm towards y/n for her to take. She did without a second thought, the walk back down the hall was full of stolen glances between the two, but once they reached the inside of the ballroom y/n expected Benedict to tell her goodbye instead he stayed.
“Is there a space for me on your dance card Miss y/l?”
Her eyes widened. “I thought you were leaving Mr Bridgerton.”
“I’ve changed my mind, someone changed my mind and the other thing isn’t important.” He grinned pulling y/n along with him to the dance floor.
— — —
“Darling, have you seen my-?” Benedict’s words died quickly when he saw y/n with the book he was looking for in her lap.
“Hmm?” She hummed, not looking up from the pages.
Benedict couldn’t help but smile, he bent down next to her. “What are you reading?’
“Oh, well you keep saying how this is your favorite poetry book so I thought I would read it and we could talk about it.”
His heart melted at her words. It was something so simple yet made his stomach erupt in butterflies and he had never felt so much love for one person.
With a lopsided grin he said, “Will you marry me?”
y/n dropped the book down looking at Benedict giggling. “Love, we’re already married.”
“Yes but if I could, I would marry you again and again. That is how much I love you.”
— — —
In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool
When you jumped in first, I went in too
I’m with you even if it makes me blue
The colder weather was quickly approaching London. After months of glances across rooms, quick dances and secret meetings to get away from society Benedict had started courting y/n. It was a game of cat and mouse they played for a while but everyone in the ton, especially Lady Whistledown, had expected it to be a love match. Though the couple didn’t pay much attention to what other people were saying about them.
Benedict had invited y/n out to Aubrey Hall to spend time with him and his family. Benedict was planning on proposing to y/n that trip. He had waited long enough to make her his official.
y/n arrived early that afternoon with a grin on her face. She had waited all season to come back to Aubrey Hall and this time it was just her and the Bridgerton’s which was exactly what she wanted. As soon as she walked in Daphne and Eloise had stated there would be a game of Pall Mall taking place right now.
They had been playing the game for almost an hour now. Benedict kept his ball close to y/n’s so he could stand next to her when everyone else took their turn. The pair stood close to each other, not caring of being too proper in front of his family as she had noticed Anthony and Kate had forgotten proper public affection during the game.
Just when it was y/n, Benedict placed a soft kiss on her temple. y/n pulled the mallet back and the ball straight on with so much power it plopped right into the pond. Without thinking y/n started to make her way to the pond not hearing the words from the Briderton family that they had lost another ball to that pond.
“y/n! What are you doing?” Eloise called just as Benedict was about to take his turn, he had not noticed y/n left his side.
y/n pulled her dress up so it wouldn’t touch the water and tried using her mallet to reach the ball placed on top of rocks within the pond. “Getting my ball! If I get it, I’m still in the game.” She shouted back.
“Wait! Careful y/n,” Daphne tried calling out but just as y/n was turning to look at Daphne she slipped, falling into the pond with a squeal.
“y/n!” Benedict took off running down the hill, pulling off his coat and diving into the pond with her.
A fit of giggles erupted from y/n as Benedict reached her. Quickly he realized the pond was no more than four feet deep and y/n was standing perfectly fine leaning against his side to keep her from falling as more laughter rumbled from her. Benedict laughed with her
“Why did you do that?” She finally got out.
Benedict shook his head. “I panicked, I wanted to make sure you were okay and it’s freezing!”
He pulled y/n closer to him noticing just how cold it really was after being completely submerged in water. Benedict began to lead them both out of the pond seeing that the rest of his family had been watching the scene unfold. Daphne and Kate stood at the edge waiting for them with towels. Once they were out and wrapped in towels y/n turned to Benedict, a heart warming smile on her face.
“You jumped into a freezing pond for me.”
“And I would do it again even if it makes me blue.”
— — —
I want your complications too
I want your dreary Mondays
Wrap your arms around me, baby boy
Benedict and y/n had been married for a month now and both never felt happier or more in love. They spend most of their days at home lounging around together as Benedict sketched and y/n read or models for one of his sketches. It was pure bliss for both of them.
Never did Benedict think he would find someone he could love so much, someone who made his heart swell with every little glance and someone who made him feel like himself. He wanted everything that came with marriage and he wanted everything y/n had to offer him no matter how good or bad it was. That’s what Benedict Bridgerton wanted and that’s what he had.
Now as the pair sat on the couch together he took y/n’s left hand and rubbed a thumb over the back of her hand. He placed the sketch book down, taking a second to look at her, studying her features and just look at the women he loved.
“You’re staring at me, darling.” y/n said without looking up from her book, a grin forming on her lips.
“I am simply looking at the women I love, can a husband not do that?”
y/n blushed at his words leaning into his side, Benedict still playing with her hand twisting the ring on her finger. He studied the ring, it was a very simple ring but y/n loved it, however, Benedict didn’t know if she did or not. He was the one who picked it out from his mothers collection but never asked her if she liked it.
“Darling, would you like a better ring? Perhaps with a bigger jewel, I know I can get you one if you so wish.” Benedict continued to rant about buying her a different ring but y/n stopped him but a light squeezed of his hand to reassure him.
“Benedict I don’t need a big ring or a new one for that matter. This one is special to both of us and I love it,”
“But you deserve more.” He sighed.
“All I want is you Benedict and you could have given me a ring made out of paper, and I would have still said yes. I don’t need anything new or shiny because you’re the one that I want.”
The biggest feeling of love washed over him in that moment, he pulled her in for a kiss. A kiss meant to say more words than he could ever utter.
okay I know I’ve made Taylor Swift songs x Bridgerton boys (Anthony and Benedict) like my brand BUT who would like a Benedict Bridgerton x reader to ‘favorite crime’ by Olivia Rodrigo??
I already have a plot in mind for it but I think this song would be so cute and heartbreaking for Benedict x reader. let me know what you think!
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.
