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he is just a lil guy (credits to @ posted)

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my dinner is on the run i yell as i chase down the tatted man with scrumptious arms driving away on a motorbike.

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I need to impregnate luigi mangione I'm so serious rn

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𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑻, 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐

a benedict bridgerton x reader fanfiction

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After Lady Danbury's annual "The Four Seasons" ball, I spent the ride home utterly absorbed in thought. As Clara, my ever-curious maid, helped me into my sleepwear, she bombarded me with questions pertaining to the events of my night.

"So, how was it?" she asked, removing the pins that were holding my updo together, the neat curls falling out of place one by one.

"It was adequate," I replied, attempting to hide the slight flush that crept across my face as to avoid further intrusion on her part. Clara'a hands dropped from my hair and she placed her hands on her hips in an accusatory manner, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

"Simply 'adequate'? Oh please, did you presume the dim candlelight would hide the look on your face from me?" she said, laughing. "You must give me something to satisfy my curiosity."

I finally gave into my smile.

"Alright, very well!" I replied, "I may have met a friend..."

"A friend you say?" Clara cocked her head, continuing her work on my hair and removing my makeup. "Do go on," she giggled.

I proceeded to describe to her the details of my encounter with Benedict Bridgerton, not yet revealing his name.

"Ms. Y/N Jackson, how improper!" Clara gasped dramatically to which I rolled my eyes in reply. "Engaging in a secret rendezvous..." she tsked in jest.

I scoffed. "When you say it in that manner it sounds beyond scandalous," I replied, earning a chuckle from Clara. After a moment of quiet she spoke up once again.

"Well..." she began, dragging out the 'l' in anticipation, "are you going to tell me who this 'friend' is, or shall I be left to wonder?"

I sighed hesitantly, "Yes, but promise not to blow your top when I tell you," I said, turning around from the mirror to meet her eyes and she nodded eagerly.

"Benedict Bridgerton."

"WHAT!" Clara all but shrieked in incredulity.

"Clara!" I hissed under my breath.

Without apology for her abrupt reaction, she lowered her voice and began question me relentlessly.

"You mean to say that you are being courted by a Bridgerton?"

"I am not being courted. We only had a conversation," I tried to clarify to her.

"Yes, a conversation in which he asked you if you were interested in marriage!" Clara fired back.

"It was not phrased in that way and you know it!" I replied, my face so flushed that one would think I applied a comical amount of rouge.

She swatted my arm playfully. "Either way, when we go out to promenade in a few days, we shall be looking for this Mister Bridgerton."

. . .

The bright morning sun awakened me rather rudely as the maids whipped open my drapes and greeted me as per usual. Clara came bustling in shortly after to flip through my wardrobe, pulling out three dresses.

"What do you think - lavender, blush pink, or tangerine?" she questioned.

I rolled over in my bed to look at the dresses, immediately choosing the lavender option.

"I was thinking the same thing," Clara said giddily, clearly excited for the day ahead. She was always fond of the outings and events she was able to attend with me as she could experience everything for herself instead of hearing it from my "underwhelming" recounts; as she would say.

The carriage ride was nothing short of uncomfortable. It always was when I had a tight corset digging into every side of my waist and pins poking into my scalp, which was not at all aiding in soothing the anxiety that swirled in my stomach. The only distraction from the discomfort was Clara's nonstop excited chattering about Mr. Bridgerton.

"Clara, don't get your hopes up. I have in fact only spoken to him once. He's surely got ladies waiting at his doorstep all but offering their hands in marriage."

Clara sighed. "Well, yes. But you must admit that you have some elation towards a chance at being courted by him," she replied.

"In all honestly, Clara, I'm doing my best at suppressing that. I don't want to end up disheartened," I explained.

"You're allowed to be excited, Y/N. That is what the marriage season is supposed to be about, believe it or not."

Upon stepping out of the carriage, my flushed face welcomed the cool spring breeze. As we began to walk, I scanned my surroundings. Mamas and papas trailed their daughters a few paces behind them as did mine, Eligible Lords conversed with friends and greeted promenading ladies with a kiss on the back of the hand, not to mention the dreadful eye contact I desperately evading with those same men. It was not until multiple Lords came to speak to myself and my family that I realized an avoidance of looking at them would not deter them from approaching.

I spent the next hour participating in meaningless small talk and answering questions regarding my talents and future capabilities as a housewife. I simply could not take it any longer, so I asked my parents if I might take a walk through the flower gardens with Clara. With apprehension but the promise of Clara's supervision, they agreed and we made our way to a quieter area.

"I simply cannot breathe in this corset. When is it we can go home?" I complained.

"I know this hasn't been the most ideal of afternoons for you, but I don't think we should leave until we've found what we're looking for," Clara protested. I sighed somewhat dramatically.

"Fine, but if I have one more mother ask me about my 'piano forte' skills I think I might scream in which you must not blame me," I replied.

Clara laughed. "Alright, but I am truly determined to find Mister Bridgerton. I would like to see how handsome he is," she giggled.

Before I could mock her for her comment, she gasped excitedly and muttered, "Speak of the devil."

"What-."

I turned around to see none other than Benedict Bridgerton admiring the flowers no more than twenty yards away, making his way closer by the moment though he hadn't yet noticed me.

"Go on then!" Clara said with a nudge to my arm.

"What? No I'm not going to-," I protested.

"Come on don't be afraid just approach him," she urged with another soft push with her hip onto mine.

"Clara, I am not afraid I'm just -" before I could state my rebuttal, our banter was cut off by a familiar voice behind me.

"Miss Jackson."

Benedict.

My eyes widened at Clara before I turned around towards him.

"Mister Bridgerton, a pleasure to see you again," I replied, tilting my head upward to look into his inviting gaze.

"The pleasure is all mine, truly. I trust this afternoon finds you well?"

"Quite. In all honestly I was wondering if I'd run into you today," I admitted.

"I would say the same. I was hoping we could have a conversation within less 'scandalous' circumstances," he joked. "Have you been successfully avoiding the marriage market since I last saw you?"

I laughed, "I was telling my maid that if I was asked the same series of questions here one more time today that I might lose my composure." I realized then that I may have overstepped the unspoken rules of light conversation upon that comment, but Benedict was quick to reply.

"Well, I promise to do my absolute best to be of more interesting conversation so that I might find myself worthy of your company."

I smiled brightly, looking away from his face for the moment and instead towards the lilac bushes that lined the dirt paths of the garden on either side.

"I'm quite fond of lilacs," I stated. Benedict then proceeded to shamelessly stick his nose into one of the flowers, immediately sneezing as I began to laugh profusely.

"I'm not sure you were close enough to smell it, Mister Bridgerton," I quipped, still giggling.

"Well Miss Jackson, would you prefer to demonstrate how I might do it correctly?" he teased.

"Well, you must really immerse yourself within the flowers, like so," I said, simply burying my face into the bush, hearing Benedict's laughter from outside of the leaves.

Upon removing my head from the blossoms, Clara informed me that we must be departing as my mother was due at afternoon tea shortly.

"I trust I will be seeing you at the Trowbridge Ball in the coming week?" Benedict inquired.

"Oh yes, my mother wouldn't dare let me miss it," I replied sarcastically.

"Perhaps you might save me a dance?"

I turned towards Clara and looked over my shoulder at Benedict, "Perhaps I will."

. . .

In the midst of tea and breakfast the next morning, a maid entered the breakfast room announcing, "Miss Jackson, a gift has been delivered for you."

I turned my head away from my plate and towards the door. A crystal vase had been filled with a lush bouquet of lilacs. I rose from the table to receive the gift, the vase now having been set onto the end table. Upon closer inspection, I plucked a note from the flowers that read, "Be sure to fully immerse yourself - B.B.".

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I mean have you seen his slutty little waist? Of course I’m going to fuck him

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𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑻, 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 (𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻)

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𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑻, 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆

benedict bridgerton fanfiction (more chapters coming soon)

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"...and as for Mister Benedict Bridgerton, one cannot be so sure. He has spent the last two seasons focusing on his artistic talents, according to the Viscountess Bridgerton. As the beginning of the season is upon us, there are countless young ladies and anxious mamas on the market for a handsome, and not to mention wealthy, eligible man of status. I will be keen to see if the second-eldest Bridgerton brother will follow in his older brother's footsteps of marriage. Dear reader, you shall be hearing from me."

I roll my eyes, tossing the most recent issue of Lady Whistledown onto the sofa beside me. I knew it was a waste of time, but I'd rather read it than allow my anxiety over the coming evening's ball to come to the surface.

Tonight was Lady Danbury's annual Four Seasons Ball; the first of the season. Not to mention that this was my debut into the eyes of the public in hopes to find a husband. At least that's what my mama liked to say. I more thought of it as a missed opportunity. A failure to indulge in an education and adventure. As much as my parents denied it, the search for marriage was an auction, and I was about to be led by the neck right into the ring.

Still lost in my worries, my maid, Clara, opened the door to the drawing room, startling me slightly.

"Sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to disturb you," she said formally, "but we must start preparing you for the ball."

I walked towards the door, sighing just quietly enough so that my father, looking over his business papers, wouldn't notice my dread. As soon as the door shut behind us, I looked to Clara and swore under my breath.

"My goodness, get that language out now because you'll need to be on your most 'ladylike' behavior for tonight," Clara joked.

Clara was just a few years older than I and we had developed a closer bond than my parents were aware of, and she had been consistently reassuring me for weeks that everything would be fine and to look for the positives. As much as I tried, all I could see was Clara striving to live vicariously through me, as I know all she had ever wanted was to fall in love. If we could switch places, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

After slipping on my gown overtop the numerous undergarments of frills and laces, I sat down in front of my vanity as Clara began on my hair.

"Love, once you arrive and get through the first dance you will feel much more comfortable. I assure you that all of the other young ladies are just as nervous," Clara comforted, " - and I'm sure some of the men are too."

I laughed, "I know, but I wish my mama and papa would've waited another year for my debut. I know that they support my studies and yearning for adventure, but I can't see why I must do this now."

"They only care for you and want the best life for you. I'm sure there's a man out there that will support your desires."

I shook my head slightly, thinking about the housewife I would be destined to become through the values of the men I know of.

"In our dreams, Clara."

. . .

The constant bumps of the carriage were the only thing keeping me steadily awake on the way to the ball. A coachman assisted me down the steps and I was forced to take it all in - the arched doorways underneath pillars atop a grand balcony, patios on either side, and tall windows that allowed light from inside to peek out from between the curtains.

The inside was stunning. Decorated to perfection with cascading carnations and crystal champagne glasses that reflect the candle light to allow the drink an even more golden essence. Priceless diamonds were cast upon the collarbones of young ladies, sparkling almost as much as their excited expressions. A shudder of hope ran through me, but only for a moment. Until the ribbon of a dance card was slipped over my gloved wrist by my mother. I looked down at the empty name slots, already plotting ways to circumvent the inevitable small-talk and stiff dances to come. Before I could become serious about a plan, Lord Clarke began to approach.

Lord Clarke shook my father's hand, then greeted me with a curt bow. I stood still until my mother reminded me to curtsey with a swat on the back of my arm. His name was promptly added to my dance card, reminding me of my previous plotting that I was becoming more serious about by the second. As I scanned the room for unwanted approaching Lords as well as a way out, I noticed the Bridgertons walk in the door to the ballroom. The new Viscountess Kathani Bridgerton on the arm of Anthony, Colin Bridgerton scanning the area, Eloise Bridgerton looking all but disgusted, and Benedict. I had practically forgotten about his presence in the Bridgerton family whatsoever until my Lady Whistledown endeavor this morning. He gave the impression that he preferred being out of the ton's line of sight. He didn't look ill at ease in any way as his other eligible siblings did - but instead, curious. I watched Benedict a moment longer before the orchestra began to play and I realized I must face my most dreaded moment of the last month: dancing.

Being the first name on my dance card, Lorde Clarke approached me once again. It's not that Lord Clarke wasn't a decent man. In fact he was just fine with his wealthy lineage, strong business, and perfectly acceptable character. He just wasn't what I was looking for. In fact I wasn't entirely sure what I was looking for. As soon as the dance began, I had suddenly forgotten my last five years of dance lessons; stepping on toes, falling out of rhythm, missing cues - it was dreadful. As soon as the dance ended I apologized to Lord Clarke for my clumsiness. Feeling overwhelmed, I scanned for the nearest hallway and hurried in its direction.

The dimly lit hallway was peaceful and quiet aside from the muffled music and chatter from the ballroom. I plopped down on the floor anything but gracefully, crossing my legs underneath my dress. I allowed myself a few deep breaths as I craned my neck to stare up at the patterned ceiling, counting the grooves of the decoration. The sound of footsteps broke my concentration and I attempted to pick myself up from the floor unnoticed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," a voice started. "No need to get up."

My gaze pierced through the soft lighting and into a pair of apologetic green eyes.

Benedict Bridgerton.

Despite his insists I still rose to my feet.

"Mister Bridgerton - sorry I-, uhm-," I stuttered.

"No, no. I had no intention of disturbing your peace, Miss... Jackson, yes?" he questioned.

"Yes, that's right. I only needed to get away for a moment," I explained.

Benedict walked towards me.

"I was doing the same. Since my brother, Colin, and I are the last unmarried and eligible Bridgerton brothers, we are being all but harassed by every eager mother here."

I laughed a bit more comfortably than I should have, but Benedict didn't seem to mind.

"I know Lady Danbury's home quite well as her and my mother have been close friends my whole life. I like to come look at the art she's collected over the years," he explained.

I hadn't even noticed the grand paintings on the walls until Benedict pointed it out. He was now stood next to me looking up at a large depiction of a Trojan battle. He continued to speak as he admired the painting.

"It was ridiculously difficult to get away from my family for a moment. Social events aren't really my scene, but I go to please them."

"I've been trying to convince my parents to let me wait another year to be out, but clearly my efforts were in vain," I replied.

Benedict pulled his eyes away from the artwork to look at me, his eyes studying my face.

"Are you uninterested in marriage?"

"No!" I exclaimed, blushing at my unintentional volume. "Sorry. No it's not that, it's just that I would rather have more time to live a more adventurous life. I wish for spontaneity and excitement before I devote myself to tending to a household and a family."

"Is that what you believe marriage to be? A never ending chore?" This was not an accusation, Benedict was genuinely curious.

"Isn't it?"

Before he could answer, the opening latch of a door sounded in the near distance. Neither of us had yet considered the scandal that would certainly emerge if the two of us were to be found alone and unsupervised, but our newfound commonalities felt so comfortable that the topic never came up.

"We should get back before..." I started.

Benedict cleared his throat, "Yes, that would probably be wise."

"Until we meet again, Miss Jackson. And we shall."

Benedict nodded a goodbye, making his way back into the ballroom.

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a list of my recommended fanfics

hi lovers!

I never would have started this blog if it weren't for the amazing authors on here, so I decided to create a reading list of my favorite fanfics so you can all enjoy them and maybe get inspired as well. Unfortunately, I cannot read 20k wpm like Reid does, so I try to update regularly!

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strange perfections @nereidprinc3ss

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Over the Garden Wall - Masterlist

Benedict Bridgerton x Princess!Reader

18+

Summary: The youngest daughter of Queen Charlotte and King George, plagued by the same illness as her father, grows tired of her lonely and isolated existence. When escaping the prison-like castle she has been sequestered in for her entire life, she meets a young man who shares her love for painting and whom she can not stop thinking about. Secrets, betrayal, and love all fight against one another. Which one will win?

Series Warnings: Love at first sight; POV third person; eventual smut; isolation; dramatic/inaccurate depictions of mental illness; thoughts of death; there will be fluff, okay? I swear; potential historical inaccuracies; complex mother/daughter relationship; historical medical practices; SIMP Benedict; idgaf about historical canon; complicated sibling relationships; execution by hanging

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(Tags will be updated as the story continues)

Last Updated: 03/28/24 (Complete)

*indicates smut

Chapter One - Loathing Boredom

Chapter Two - Ruinous Secrets

Chapter Three - Never is a Promise

Chapter Four - As the Poets Say

Chapter Five - Vagrant Body

Chapter Six - Codes and Clues

Chapter Seven - Dig My Fingers in

Chapter Eight - No Light of My Own

Chapter Nine - This Sweet Plague *

Chapter Ten - Tricked By the Past

Chapter Eleven - No Label, No Name

Chapter Twelve - Keeping Time

Chapter Thirteen - Only You Can Mend

Chapter Fourteen - Not Above Violence

Interlude - Lady Whistledown

Chapter Fifteen - Matching Wounds

Chapter Sixteen - Go Along to Be With You

Chapter Seventeen - Balanced on Desire

Interlude - Marietta

Chapter Eighteen - Oh, My One

Chapter Nineteen - Like Fuel to Fire *

Chapter Twenty - If I Send for You

Interlude - Honeymoon *

Chapter Twenty One - An Atom and a Star

Chapter Twenty Two - The Bed I Was Born In *

Chapter Twenty Three - Don't Wait to Understand

Chapter Twenty Four - Fingers Laced a Crown

Chapter Twenty Five - Here to Kingdom Come *

Epilogue - A Moment, A Love

Drabble - Pall Mall Drabble - Picnic Drabble - Like Mother, Like Son Drabble - Jealousy Drabble - More Than a Maid Drabble - Coronation Day Drabble - Second Son Drabble - Number Four Drabble - Reasonably Unreasonable Drabble - Tag, You're It Drabble - Sisters Drabble - Spoiled Drabble - Opal of the Season Drabble - Fit for Family Drabble - Garden in Bloom * (smut adjacent) Drabble - What if? AU