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As it was | Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader Requested by yesfanficsaremylife I put your request together with a Benedict story I was writing, hopefully you like it

Request @yesfanficsaremylife: Idk if you are doing asks but I haven't been in the writing spirit otherwise I would write this. But could you possibly do either Benedict or Anthony bridgerton x reader fanfic where the two of them go to a lake/river/sea and they decided to go swimming but they didn't bring "swimsuits" because it was a last minute trip. So instead they have to dress down to their undergarments. I would love this to be a friend's to lovers trope.

Summary: y/n Egerton and Benedict Bridgerton shared a past, a romance, but it was not to last. They both moved on and got their life together. But when one of them is about to get married things get messy and they both long for how it was before. Word count: 6778 Warning: sex, smut, swearing. Don't read if you are -18. AN: Not as strict as the Bridgerton series we know and chaos as ever but you guys seem to love that :))

You watched him walking down the aisle, wearing a dark blue suit and his hair perfectly messy as always. ‘Are you ok?’ Penelopes’ voice was just a soft whisper but you could hear her perfectly and nodded in response. ‘Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry Pen.’ You weren’t fine, not at all but you had to keep up appearances. ‘I am so sorry but I can not do this.’ With those words Benedict walked towards the exit of the church, away from the altar, away from Layla. ‘Did he just-’ Penelope was as confused as you as she watched the scene unfold before the two of you. Anthony stormed after his brother but caught you off guard when he looked directly add you. ‘Y/n, come with me. Now.’

How the hell did you get caught up in the middle of this all?

[Present]

You watched him walking down the aisle, wearing a dark blue suit and his hair perfectly messy as always. He nervously fidgeted at the cuffs of his white shirt as he stood next to Anthony, waiting on his bride. It hurt to see him standing there like that, you weren't going to lie. There had been a time when you thought that it would have been you and him standing in front of your friends promising to love each other for eternity. But life took different routes. ‘All rise.’ The church was packed and everyone did as they were told by the priest and stood up. It was the sign for the bride to walk down the aisle, toward her groom. ‘Are you ok?’ Penelopes’ voice was just a soft whisper but you could hear her perfectly and nodded in response. ‘Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry Pen.’ You weren’t fine, not at all but you had to keep up appearances. You were not going to make a scene, this was a closed chapter. The past was in the past. But still, you couldn't keep out the 'what if' questions. What if that was you and him standing in front of all these people? What if the two of you made different choices back then? You didn’t have much time to think as the ceremony started and the priest urged everyone to sit down again.

‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God, and in the presence of these witnesses, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Today the Bridgerton and the Greendale families will be united for eternity by the marriage of Benedict Bridgerton and Layla Greendale.’ She looked beautiful to your dismay, you would have felt a little better about the whole situation if she hadn't looked as beautiful as she did. It became al a bit too much and you diverted your gaze to your hands lying in your lap while the priest kept talking. ‘Lord Bridgerton, you may repeat after me. I Benedict Bridgerton take you Layla Greendale.’ The whole room went silent and you noticed that he just didn't react fast enough as if he was hesitating about his words. ‘I Benedict Bridgerton, take you Layla Greendale.’ His voice sounded tense as he spoke. ‘To be my wife.’ And that was all you heard, you could hear a pin drop. You dared to look up, Layla was looking confused at Benedict while he seemed at odds with himself and his next move. But you never thought you'd hear the following words and a shocked gasp echoed through the church. ‘I am so sorry but I can not do this.’ With those words Benedict walked towards the exit of the church, away from the altar, away from Layla. ‘Did he just-’ Penelope was as confused as you as she watched the scene unfold before the two of you. Anthony stormed after his brother but caught you off guard when he looked directly add you. ‘Y/n, come with me. Now.’

How the hell did you get caught up in the middle of this all?

[Two years earlier]

Your mother had placed three with feathers in your hair, it finished your whole debutante look she said. The doors to the great hall swung open while your name echoed throughout the space. ‘Miss y/n Egerton. ‘You had the feeling that the whole room was looking at you, they were because it was your outing in front of the Queen of England. Your mom placed one of her gloved hands on your shoulder as a sign to start walking towards the Quee. Just keep breathing y/n, just breath, it will be over in two minutes. You focused on placing each foot in front of the other so you wouldn’t trip in front of the ton. When the two of you reached the end of the path that was formed by the ton you made a curtesy, you bowed as deep as you could. ‘Miss Egerton, I am pleasantly surprised, you look flawless.’ It was just now that you realised that you were holding your breath this whole time. ‘Thank you my Queen.’ It was merely a mumble when it left your lips. You slowly rose and started making your way back, it felt like there were even more eyes on you. The whole setting caused your heart rate to rise and your palms were getting sweaty. This feeling was all too familiar, you were about to have a panic attack. ‘Stay calm my dear, they are all watching.’

That was how it started, the balls, the dances, the courting. Everything. The one thing your mother had prepared you for your whole life was finally there and you just felt lost. The queen had spoken so highly of you that one day and everyone expected you to be perfect from then on. No room for mistakes, no room for walking out of line. Nothing. It was the night of the ball at Vauxhall, it promised to be a spectacular evening as you observed the setting. Men and Women were gliding across the floor while they were guided by a twenty-something-piece orchestra. It looked phenomenal. ‘Lady Egerton, may I have this next dance?’ You vaguely recognized the voice behind you whilst you turned around and indeed, you were face to face with the second eldest Bridgerton boy. Benedict Bridgerton. He was different from most men you had met, that was the least you could say. Unlike like the others his interests were occupied with the arts. You only heard about him and his interests from others but he seemed to be a free spirit who did what he wanted to do.

‘Lord Bridgerton,’ You made a small curtesy towards the man and smiled politely, ‘of course.’ He took your hand in his and guided you towards the pretty crowded dancefloor taking place next to Crista Coprow and a gentleman whose name you didn’t know. She looked down upon you like she always did with that fake smile. ‘Miss Coprow.’ You nodded towards her and she only gave you a small nod back. Before you had the chance to react Benedict placed his hand on the back of your shoulder and pulled you in closer.

‘So miss Egerton, how does it feel to be the favourite of this season?’ He had a playful undertone in his voice while he asked the question and a boyish grin appeared on his face. The orchestra started playing and Benedict guided you over the dancefloor. ‘Like I can not breathe without anyone watching me.’ Everywhere you went people were watching you, whispering behind your back and so many fake smiles. You thought that being the Queen's diamond would make things easier on you, men throwing them at your feet and just having the opportunity to pick a man who suited you best. But it was more complicated than that. A chuckle left his lips. ‘Sounds familiar, Daphne disliked it at first as well last year but she quickly came around.’ His sister was the diamond of the season last year and ended up marrying the Duke of Hastings, quite the catch as everyone said. ‘Any advice on surviving this?’ ‘Well, my sister found her match rather quickly so I have no advice on that, unfortunately.’ A small smile formed on your lips as he spoke. ‘I guess I just have to get used to this, it will only be for one season.’ You had to say that you enjoyed his company, he was easy to talk to and a rather good dancer. Let’s not forget that he was easy on the eyes as well with his dark hair and tall frame, plus the boyish grin was to dye for. Before you realised the music came to an end and you were sure that you had a look of disappointment on your face. Benedict looked down at you with a small smile on his face when he saw your expression. ‘Would you like to get some refreshments, Miss Egerton?’ The frown made place for a smile and you gladly took his arm. That was how your friendship with Benedict Bridgerton started.

It was a rather extraordinary friendship, build on mutual respect and the fact that the two of you did not like to follow the rules. Benedict thought you the basics on how to paint landscapes and in return you thought him the basics of astronomy, a study that was not predestined for young ladies but you had found your ways to study it. But the friendship turned into something more for you as the two of you spent more time together. You started to long for the moments you could spend with Benedict but you never thought that it was mutual until he caught you by surprise during the Danbury ball. He succeeded in sneaking the two of you outside without being seen by one of the other attendees of the evening and guided you towards the with candles lit garden. Out of reach of the prying eyes of the ton. ‘What are we doing here Benedict?’ Without any warning, he pressed his lips on yours as he pulled you close. One of his hands slowly found its way to the small of your back while he cupped your face with the other. His fingers felt like fire where they touched your skin. The feeling made your head dizzy. He slowly pulled back and looked down with a small smile on his lips. ‘You have no idea of how long I wanted to do that.’ From that moment on everything changed, the two of you spent even more time together and regular hook-up sessions became the norm.

A couple of months had passed and the two of you found yourself at Aubrey hall in the countryside, you were invited by the Bridgertons and your mother gladly accepted the invitation, hoping that all the time you had spent with the second eldest Bridgerton boy would lead to courtship and maybe even an engagement. Your brother, Thomas, on the other hand, thought that it took him way too long and started to get impatient. As the man of the household, it was his responsibility to find you a suitable husband whether you liked it or not. The only condition he had was that he could escort you during your stay at the Bridgerton residence. You weren’t too happy about it but it was a ‘take it our leave it’ situation. Anthony Bridgerton was there as well and the two of them spend most of the time talking business much to your relief. Benedict found a moment to sneak outside for another art session, he had filled a bag with all the materials he thought you would need for an afternoon full of drawing. He took your hand and the two of you started your walk, he hadn't told you where exactly you were going but you were happy with some time together. After a twenty-minute walk, you were stunned by the scenery in front of you. You were standing at the edge of a forest, a big open field with poppies and some yellow flowers whose names you did not know. ‘Wow, this must be one of the prettiest places I have ever seen.’ The view was breathtaking, the flowers in the field were softly swaying because of the small breeze and you only noticed now that there was a lake on the left of you. Sun reflecting on the water surface. ‘My siblings and I used to play here during the summer, take a swim when it was way too hot outside. Now I like to come here when I want to be alone our need to think.’ You could understand why he wanted to come here, it was an oasis of peace, like you were alone on the earth. ‘I can get why you like to come here, it looks idyllic.’Benedict leaned in and placed a quick peck on your lips. ‘So are you ready for another art lesson from the big artiste?’

Benedict had a boyish grin on his lips while he was waiting for your answer. There was a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, it made him look like a little boy who had stolen candy from the market. ‘Oh you are the big artiste now?’ You were taunting him. ‘Oh miss Egerton, I’m going to ignore that because it hurt my feelings.’ He dramatically placed one of his hands over his heart while he spoke. ‘Help me set up our drawing space, will you.’ You took one side of a big piece of fabric from him and helped spread it out in the grass so the two of you could sit on it. He put two sketchbooks on the sheet, followed by some charcoal and a bottle of water. ‘Okay, today’s lesson is about moving objects. The flowers around us are slightly moving because of the breeze, so it will be an ideal exercise for you.’ His enthusiasm was hearth warming, he really tried to make you like his passion as much as he did. ‘Ok, how do I start?’ The two of you took place on the blanket and spent the rest of the afternoon sketching the field you were laying in, in the sketchbooks Benedict brought and you were actually good at this exercise. It was a couple of hours later and you were looking at the drawing you just finished, it wasn’t perfect but it was not bad either. ‘Okay, I think I’m done.’ It was only a small mumble that left your lips but you were pleased with the drawing that was lying in front of you. ‘That is actually not bad at all y/n, you’re a quick learner.’ He looked with an approving eye at the scene you had just drawn. ‘Or I just have an incredibly talented teacher.’ You softly bumped your shoulder against his and gave him a genuine smile. A soft chuckle left his lips when he heard your words. ‘Ah, I will agree with you on that.’

Benedict stood up and started to unbutton the white blouse he was wearing, you weren’t complaining about the view. ‘What do you think you are doing?’ One of your eyebrows was raised as you spoke. ‘Not that I am not enjoying the view, don’t get me wrong, but I think you have different plans than me?’ His laughter echoed across the field. ‘My sweet y/n, don’t get your hopes up too high. I am just going for a swim, it is rather hot today don’t you think?’ He kept undressing at a rather slow pace and you wondered if he planned this in advance. ‘I guess I have to watch from the sideline since I didn’t bring any swimwear.’ His eyes got that playful glance again as he looked down at you since you were still sitting on the blanket. ‘Who said anything about swimwear?’ He slowly let the suspenders slip from his shoulders. He was trying to provoke you and it was working. Your heartbeat accelerated. He knew what he was doing as he took off his blouse, tossing it nonchalantly to the side. A storm of butterflies awakened in your stomach. ‘I did not bring swimwear either.’ While he said those words he stripped down his pants and your jaw dropped as he stood there in front of you. Naked. Not because this was the first time that you saw him naked, the two of you were long past that. It was the self-confidence he displayed that amazed you. You had expected a lot from him but this was extreme, even for Benedict Bridgerton. What if someone saw you? The two of you had been careful when it came to sneaking around to make sure that no one saw you. You would have been ruined by now if someone had seen the two of you so you guessed your secret was still safe. You let your gaze slide unashamedly over his body, taking every inch of his skin in. He had a beautiful skin tone from the summer sun, with some freckles here and there. He had a birthmark on his left upper thigh, but you already knew that. You could see how his muscles were tense. He had broad shoulders and you were surprised every time about how muscular he actually was. It made you realize how handsome he was.

‘Are you just going to keep staring at me or are you joining?’ His words made you snap back to reality. ‘I’m not comfortable with just stripping down and risking that someone will see the two of us completely naked Benedict.’ He nodded to show you that he understood. ‘I can promise you that no one will see us since it is private property. It is part of our land so no one except our brothers, who are at Aubrey Hall can catch us.’ He was so calm while standing completely naked in the grass in front of you, it was absurd and a small chuckle left your lips. ‘You do realize that you are standing completely naked in the middle of a field, just imagine someone walking by, they will think that you are crazy for sure.’ He shook his head and laughed. ‘Just take your clothes off, you can wear my blouse if you want to and join me in the water will you?’ He walked towards the lake and started running when he reached the edge. He was crazy but that was one of the things you liked about him.

You did as you were told and slowly dressed down, changing your undergarments for Benedicts’ white blouse. The fabric of the blouse just covered your ass and it felt safer than just walking around naked. Slowly you made your way over to the lake and you could feel his gaze burning on your skin. He surely had thought this plan through. ‘How is the water?’ The sun had been burning all day so it was going to be cold, there was no other way. ‘Pleasant, but you have to get in all at once otherwise you won’t be able to get over the fact that it’s cold at first.’ You knew he was right and that’s why you started running in, ignoring the fact that it felt like an ice pool once you had entered. The water burned at your skin for a moment but once you were swimming towards Benedict it did feel pleasant on your slightly burned body. ‘Can you touch the ground there?’ He nodded. Benedict was taller than you so when you were close enough you reached for his shoulders to keep yourself afloat. He placed one arm around your waist and pulled you closer. ‘Hello there.’ His breath felt warm on your face as he spoke. You gave him a small smile in response as you wrapped your legs around his torso. The fact that the two off you were both practically naked made you blush as your bodies touched each other. ‘How long have you been thinking this little plan of yours through?’ He tried to give you the most innocent face that he could and shook his head. ‘Y/n, who do you think I am? I would never think about luring you into skinny dipping with me during broad daylight.’ You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. ‘Yeah right, I don’t believe you for a moment.’

He ran his hands gently over your thighs as he started speaking, his touch left a trace of goosebumps. ‘But my plan did work didn’t it?’ His hands found their way under the fabric of his shirt as they travelled up your legs stopping as he reached your bum. ‘We are enjoying ourselves aren’t we?’ You could feel how his erection was poking against your leg and you cleared your throat with a small cough. He leaned in so he could kiss your cheek. His lips moved to your jaw and he started nibbling down your neck. ‘Benne-’ It was a moan that left your lips as he started sucking on the flesh of your collarbone. You could feel how your nipples became hard. ‘Not in the water.’ You could feel how his lips formed a grin against his lips as he heard your words. ‘Not what in the water y/n?’ His breath felt hot against your neck as he was teasing you. It all had an effect as you could feel how your cunt started to clench under his touch ‘You can fuck me but not in the water Benedict.’ It was as if you said a magic spell because Benedict started walking towards the place the two off you had been sitting all day while he made sure that he got you secured in your arms. ‘I have been thinking about taking you right there all day, you have no idea.’ Nothing was ever just an innocent date between the two of you, it did not work like that. As he put you down you reached for his neck with both your arms, pulling him in for a long sloppy kiss. His needy hands found their way around the buttons of his shirt and he had it laying on the ground next to you in no time. He pulled you in closer by your hips and you could feel his erection against your lower stomach. You lowered one of your arms so you could place your hand around his member and you softly started to move your hand up and down. He responded by softly biting your lower lip, it encouraged you to increase your pace while you squeezed a bit harder. He threw his head back as he closed his eyes and that was your cue to get down on your knees. You teased him by leaving a trail of wet kisses all over his body as you got down. You pumped a couple of times with your hand before you placed your hands on his thighs while you started teasing him with your mouth. You softly placed small kisses up and down his shaft, leaving his tip untouched knowing it would drive him mad. You could hear it had the wanted effect by the way he was breathing. You then slowly placed your mouth around the tip of his penis and circled around it with the tip of your tongue. ‘Fuck y/n’ Benedict placed his hands on your head and grabbed your hair as you slowly started to bob your head, taking as much of his dick in your mouth as you could. Increasing your pace slowly was one of the things you knew he enjoyed. He softly pulled your hair as a sign to look at him and you obeyed. As you were locking eyes with him you gave him your most innocent look while you kept sucking his dick. It made you dripping wet and you could not help yourself but you had to rub your clit. Benedict took your head in his hands and started to fuck your mouth at a rapid pace, every trust deeper than the one before until he suddenly stopped. ‘Turn around.’ You did as you were told and got down on your hands and knees, arching your back so he could enter you more easily. ‘Acting all innocent, afraid to be caught but look at you now, presenting yourself for me as the trained slut you are.’ He slapped your pussy from behind as he sat down on his knees behind you. He slapped so hard that you pulled away from him a bit as it caught you by surprise. That was the thing with Benedict, he could both be dominant and submissive and you liked both sides. ‘Fuck Ben.’ You moaned as he softly traced your cunt with his fingers. His fingers found your clit and he pinched your sensitive spot between his thumb and index finger, it made you arch your back. It was a painful feeling, but a pleasant painful feeling. He slowly started rubbing your clitoris and you arched your hips so his hand cupped your pussy even more. Needy, you were so needy. ‘You have no idea of all of the things I want to do with you.’ Without a warning he entered two of his fingers and started moving them at just the right pace whiles he kept circling your clit with the index finger of his other hand. He curled his fingers inside of you and a load moan left your lips as he touched your spot. ‘Fuck.’ But all of a sudden he stopped, his finger still inside of you and you just knew he was teasing you. ‘Benedict please.’ You were begging and started to move back and fother on your hands and knees so you could fuck his fingers. ‘Beg for it y/n.’ ‘Ben, please fuck me.’ That was all he needed as he pulled his fingers out but replaced them with his hard cock. He was going to fuck you dumb so the only thing you would remember was his name. He grabbed your hips and started thrusting, the pace increased with each thrust. You lowered yourself so he had better access to your pussy and could thrust even deeper. Benedict let out a soft growl as he started to reach his high and you started to move with him, slamming your hips into his. He grabbed your hair and pulled it softly. ‘Fuck y/n, I’m close.’ A moan left your lips as you felt how your walls were clenching around his dick. ‘Benedict, I’m going to come. Ben fuck.’ It was almost a scream as it left your lips when you reached your high. Pounding your hips for a couple of times against his to push yourself over the edge. ‘Fuck.’ Benedict grabbed your hips even tighter and fucked you harder as he was pushing himself over the edge. ‘Fuck me Ben, you know you want to.’ Those words were what he needed as he left out one last moan. ‘Fuck, Y/n.’ The two of you fell down on the piece of fabric that was spread out in the grass, catching your breaths. ‘Such a good girl, aren’t you.’ You rolled your eyes and a laugh left your lips. ‘Oh shut it.’

‘Now how long have you been thinking about this little sex plan of yours?’ You asked as the two of you finally caught your breath. ‘A couple of days only, and I let Anthony in on my plan so he could keep your brother away from us for the day.’ Your jaw dropped, Anthony knew about the two of you? ‘Since when does your brother know about this?’ You pointed between the two of you while you were speaking. ‘He figured it out a couple of months ago, wasn’t happy about it at first since he feared for a scandal but he came around after a while.’ He shrugged his shoulders indifferently. ‘He doesn’t really care and if he did, he wouldn’t have a say in it since he is sleeping around with half of Londen.’ This was new for you. You had made sure to keep this a secret from everyone, even from your best friend while he told his brother and he didn’t think it was necessary to mention it to you?

‘Are you serious? You told your brother that you were going to fuck me after our little art session?’ He nodded. ‘Benedict!’ You hit him in the chest and that caught him by surprise. ‘Why in the world would you tell him that? I have been sneaking around for months, trying to avoid a scandal so I would not get ruined and you told your brother? I am not saying that he is going to tell on us but what if he ran his mouth when he is drunk? Have you ever thought of that?’ He got a sheepish expression on his face when he realized what you meant. ‘I didn’t think about it, Anthony just figured out that the two of us were spending a lot of time together and he asked me if we were courting. I said no and that is when he connected the dots. But I’m sure that he wouldn’t tell anyone about us.’ You just shook your head in disbelief. ‘I will kill him if he runs his mouth and after that, I will kill you.’ He had a small smile on his lips. ‘I am sorry but I promise you that nothing will happen. You know Anthony, he is not a gossiper. It will be fine.’

The two of you had spent the rest of the afternoon swimming in the lake and took the time to dry up in the sun before you headed back to Aubrey Hall. When you arrived you could see your brother pacing around the terrace. ‘Y/n!’ He yelled towards you as he saw you and Benedict approaching the house. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ He looked from you to Benedict and back to you. ‘We went for a walk around the property, nothing special.’ Lying to your brother felt wrong now you knew that the eldest Bridgerton boy knew about the shenanigans you had with his younger brother. Thomas didn’t seem pleased with the answer you gave him and shook his head. ‘We need to pack our things and go back to the city, we have spent enough time at the Bridgerton residence. It is time to go back home to mother.’ The city seemed so far away after your day at the lake. Actually, you were not eager to return, you did not miss the wandering eye of the ton. But you couldn’t refuse so you nodded and walked past Thomas to the house, leaving the three men behind you. ‘I will join you in a second.’

[...]

‘I cannot marry her, I am sorry.’ You could hear Benedicts’ voice on the other side of the door. You stopped in your tracks and slowly put the suitcase on the ground. What the hell were they talking about? As you leaned in closer to the door you almost jumped as you heard your brothers’ angry voice. ‘You have been taking her god knows where for the last couple of months, been dancing at every ball and you even invited her back here. Everyone thinks that the two of you are courting so tell me why you cannot marry her?’. Your brother was practically yelling at him and you did not want to be Benedict in this scenario. ‘Thomas I know that you need to look out for her but I cannot marry her, I just can’t even if I want to.’ You could feel your head start spinning when you heard those words, what was he talking about? ‘So what, she is good enough to fool around with but not good enough to marry?’ You really didn’t want to hear his answer, you couldn’t handle it. It was silent for a moment at the other side and you couldn’t help but wonder about Benedicts’ thoughts at this moment. ‘It is more complicated than that, I cannot explain it to you but I just can not marry her.’ Your heart dropped to the floor when you heard him say it. It was not like you were hoping for a proposal but you thought that what the two of you had could become more than just hooking up. Apparently not. You did everything to hold back your tears, you were not going to cry in front of them. Whit all your strength you opened the door and gave your brother your best fake smile. ‘Shall we go Thomas?’ He just nodded and without another word, the two of you left Aubrey hall. That was the last time you visited the property and the last time you hung out with the Bridgerton family.

[Present]

Anthony looked down at you from where he was standing, waiting on your response. It felt as if all the eyes in the church were looking at you and your head started spinning. You knew it was a bad idea to come to this wedding, you should have stayed home far away from Benedict Bridgerton and his family. They were nothing but trouble. Penelope pushed your arm as a sign to do something. Anthony was still standing next to the aisle you were sitting, holding out his hand so you could grab it to go with him. ‘Anthony I-’ You looked back to the front of the church and Layla Greendale was looking at you, confusion laid in her eyes while you could see her cheeks burning red from shame. Oh what did he do? Without a second thought, you grabbed Anthonys’ hand and made your way towards the exit of the church. All eyes were burning on the two of you. ‘Anthony, what the hell is going on?’ you hissed at him while exiting the church. ‘Benedict has officially lost his mind, that is the only explanation I can think of.’ The eldest Bridgerton boy pulled you by your hand behind him as he reentered the church via another door. ‘Where the hell is he?’ As the two of you made it up a staircase he finally let go of your hand. Anthony turned around the corner but you could not get yourself to face Benedict.

‘What the fuck do you think you are doing? Did you for one second think this through?’ Anthony started yelling at the top of his lungs and you could only guess that he had found Benedict. ‘Anthony I am really not up for a lecture now, just go.’ His voice had a weird ring to it, you almost didn’t recognize him. ‘You knew all along that you were going to marry her, why stop now. In front of the whole ton by all means. Why?’ You heard someone pacing around, guessing it was Benedict. ‘Brother, why do I need to marry someone that I do not love. If this whole deal between our fathers is so important for our families, then why don’t you marry one of the Greendale girls? Why do I need to do this?’ Benedict sounded frustrated in the way he was talking. ‘I am the viscount, I intend to marry a girl of a higher rank than the Greendales.’ Your heart was racing in your chest. What kind of deal did they make? ‘No I won’t do it, I will not marry her. If I do this I will never be happy and I won’t have it, I will marry for love and nothing else.’ That was the moment you turned around the corner and saw him. He looked broken, tear-stained face and his red eyes looked at you in confusion. ‘W-what is she doing here?’ He wasn’t talking to you, he looked at his brother not knowing how to react to your appearance. ‘I thought she could talk some sense into you but now I am second-guessing my actions.’ Benedict avoided your gaze, not wanting to look you in the eyes. ‘Y/n, please leave. It is already complicated enough without you here, I can not handle you being here as well .’ You shook your head. ‘No. I am not leaving. Look at you, you are a complete mess. What the hell is going on?’ Benedict looked at his brother signalling that he had to respond to your question. ‘Our fathers made this deal back in the day that one of their children would marry each other so our families would support each other economically. It was a stupid deal and I thought that Mr. Greendale would have forgotten it but that was until five years ago that he came knocking at our door reminding me of this agreement. I would never marry them, giving them our title and Collin was too young to start courting so there was only Benedict.’ Your jaw dropped ‘I can not marry her, it is complicated.’ You remembered the words Benedict told Thomas all those years ago. ‘You could not marry me because you were promised to another woman?’ Benedict rubbed his face with annoyance because of the situation he found himself in. ‘Please y/n, just let me be this is way too messy to get involved in.’ ‘You were fucking me while you knew you were going to marry someone else all along? How could you be so cruel? You were practically yelling at him and you could see how his cheeks turned red. Anthony looked from his brother to you and back as if he just started realizing what had been going on between the two of you all these years back. ‘I did want to marry you but I just couldn’t.’ You did not know how to respond to his confession and just stared at him.

‘Anthony I am not marrying Layla, I don’t care what the consequences are but I’m not marrying her.’ Anthony threw both of his arms in the air in frustration. ‘Benedict, you can not be serious?’ You only now realized what Benedict had said, he wanted to marry you back then. ‘Anthony I am not marrying her, I have loved y/n since the day I met her and I know that I will never be able to love someone else like that. I will be miserable if I marry Layla, I already found my match and I’m not going to let her walk away without shooting my shot again.’ Your jaw dropped, what the actual fuck was happening. Your head started spinning as Benedict took a step toward you. ‘I know that I have hurt you in the past and I’m sorry for not being honest with you back then but I thought that I could not tell you. I fell in love from the moment I met you and that feeling only became stronger over the past couple of years. It broke my heart not being able to touch you when I saw you or to kiss your lips. Just please, give me another chance and I’ll prove to you that you are the centre of my existence.’ You were perplexed. ‘Benedict, there is someone waiting for you at the end of the aisle. This is not some ‘run away with me’ story, your actions will have concequences.’ He took a step towards you. ‘Y/n, it always has been you. I don’t care about the gossip or the consequences, all I want is to walk out of this place with you.’ He looked like a beaten dog, torn between his morals and will. ‘Ben, I-’ You did not know what to say. He was saying all the right things and your body was filled with butterflies but this was going to be quite the scandal. ‘Just join me at Aubrey hall, we can figure things out there without the wondering eye of the ton and all their gossip.’ Anthony looked confused at you two, not knowing what your answer was going to be. You still loved him, after all the things that happened he still had a special place in your heart. You knew that you would never be satisfied with another man. What you and Benedict had was special so you just nodded as a respons. Benedict's eyes lit up when he saw your movement and pulled you in a tight hug. The two of you stood there for a couple of seconds before he crashed his lips on yours, a warm familiar feeling spread through your body. ‘For Christ's sake, get the hell out of here I’ll try to fix the situation.’ Whit those words Anthony ushered the two of you out of the building, not knowing what your futures were holding but you knew you had each other.

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Hearts Divided: Chapter Eight - Secrets Unraveled

Chapter Description: After one last secret meeting with Benedict, Y/n learns of the information he discovered about Edmund's discovery. With one last attempt at saving their future, Y/n finally discovers their father's long hidden secret.

Chapter Seven: 'Fate Unknown' Chapter Nine (Final): Coming Soon

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x GN!Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, except one kiss

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With your note clenched tightly in his hand, Benedict marched down the corridors of his family's home. His chest burned with a determination he had never felt before. Bursting into Anthony's office, he stared his brother down.

Anthony jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion. His annoyance died when he saw the look on Benedict's face. "What is it brother?" He asked with concern.

"I need your help." Benedict began as he approached "Where are father's old journals?"

Anthony frowned, confused. "Uhm, I'm not sure, why do you need them?"

Benedict set your letter on the table "Y/n. Sir L/n, let it slip that father found something out about Sir L/n, which lead to their fallout. You know father, he wrote everything down. Perhaps it is in one of his journals."

Anthony let out a sigh "You know mother packed them away in her grief."

"But do you know where they are?"

"He does not."

Benedict turned at the sound of his mothers voice. She stared at him from the doorway with a pensive look.

"I could not bring myself to read Edmund's journals after he died. But if there is something in those journals that could save Y/n from this fate, I will."

Benedict marched up to her, placing his hands on hers "Thank you mother."

She smiled softly. "Of course darling. And, there is something else you must know."

"What is it?"

"I just heard word, that the L/n's are to be at the ball tonight." Benedict's chest tightened. "Y/n is to be there, I believe with Sir Colton."

Benedict shook his head with a sigh "We're running out of time."

She gripped his hand "Then we must hurry. Come." Turning to leave, Benedict spared a look at Anthony before he followed her, his chest tight with anxiety and hope.

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"I didn't realize there were so many." Benedict groaned as he flipped through the seventh journal.

Violet sighed "Yes, your father certainly did enjoy the written word."

Benedict looked at the nearby clock, the ball was growing closer and closer, and they had yet to find anything. Just as he had begun to grow desperate, Violet stood up.

"Here, here! This was from the year the L/n's left London."

Benedict, quickly joining her, flipped through the journal, his eyes scanning every date.

"There, this was written three days before Sir L/N and your fathers fight." Violet said as she pointed at a single entry.

'I discovered something rather alarming. I must discuss this with Charles. I cannot believe he would risk his reputation and family on this. I must believe this information is wrong.'

"What does this say?" Benedict asked as he ran his finger over a marked out passage, unable to make it out.

Violet brought the journal to the light as she squinted, trying desperately to read it "War- Warwick- something."

"Warwickshire?" Benedict asked.

"Perhaps. There's something else, a name I think. 'Barlowe'." Violet looked up as she thought for a moment. "There was a family, rather wealthy and high up in the Queen's favor by the name of Barlowe I believe. They left London a few years after the L/n's"

Benedict met her eyes as he nodded his head "It must have something to do with them then. Maybe he scammed them out of money or something?"

Violet let out a soft breath "Maybe. I wish I could reach the rest, but it's illegible."

As the clock chimed, Benedict frowned "I hope it's enough, maybe Y/n will be able to find out more. I must find a way to get Y/n alone tonight."

Violet nodded as she clutched the journal tightly "We'll find a way darling. But you must be careful, you could very easily make the situation worse, you must not get caught."

Your heart was hammering violently in your chest as your carriage stopped at the entrance. You knew your father was using this ball as an occasion for you and Sir Colton to be seen in public together. But you had every intention of finding a way to speak with Benedict.

It would be very hard for you to get a moment alone, especially after the warnings your father gave you to stay away from the Bridgerton's. His eyes would be on you most, if not all of the night. But you were determined.

As Sir Colton escorted you into the ball, you kept your face blank having no intention of showing joy in Sir Colton's company. The whispers started soon after your arrival, much to your fathers annoyance. No one believed your courting with Sir Colton was your choice, and you wanted it to stay that way.

Your eyes scanned the room, pausing on Eloise, and then Collin, and finally Anthony and Benedict. When yours and Benedict's eyes locked, you felt your chest swell with various emotion.

Previously, you had been convinced that you might never set eyes on Benedict again. Now, as you did, he was so close, yet so far away. With your arm linked through that of another's to whom you were promised against our own will, you felt as though you could break down into tears.

His eyes were filled with various emotion, jealousy, anger, longing, love, and determination that had been sparked in both of you.

The slight nod of is head told you he knew something. Perhaps something that could unravel the mystery of your families all-out, something that could save you.

Forcing yourself to look away from him before your father noticed, you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your mind was racing with excuses you could use to slip away for a moment. Your moment did not come until an hour into the ball, when both your father and Sir Colton were cornered by various associates. Once they started to animatedly talk about business, you knew you had found your moment.

Telling your mother you needed to use the rest-room, you slipped away. Your eyes locked onto Benedict's, and you saw the realization in his eyes as you exited the ballroom.

Patting his brother's arm, Anthony nodded, and watched your father and Sir Colton closely as Benedict slipped out, smiling and nodding to those around him, as to not seem suspicious.

Slipping into a dark room down the hall, you listened closely at the door for Benedict's footsteps.

As they grew closer, you softly knocked on the door to alert him of your location. As the door opened and he slipped in, there was only a brief moment when your eyes met before he pulled you into his arms.

Pulling away from you, he placed his hands on either side of your face before he pulled you into a deep and meaningful kiss. Your chest filled with joy and grief as you feared this would be that last time you shared any moment of intimacy with Benedict.

"God I missed you." He whispered as you pull away from each other.

You gently caressed his face and smiled, a sad smile that told him you felt the same.

Hearing the sound of excited conversation nearby, Benedict was reminded of your situation.

Reaching down, he grabbed your hand and lead you further into the room "I discovered something in my fathers old journals in regards to what happened with your father."

You felt your heat jolt at this "What was it?"

You watched as he pulled a journal from his breast-coat pocket. Flipping through the pages, he handed it to you. Reading over the passage and looking closely at the crossed out words you frowned.

"We believe it says Warwickshire and Barlowe. Mother says there was a family called Barlowe in London at the time."

"Yes, I remember that name. My father would often leave on business trips with a Barlowe."

"Do you think you could find out more?"

You shook your head with uncertainty "My father has journals as well, but they are no longer here in London. I do not know if there would be anything in his current journals in his study here, but if there is even a slight chance there is something, I must look for it."

"What if he catches you?"

You let out a soft and scornful laugh "What else could he do to me?"

Benedict closed his eyes with a sigh as he gently held your hand close to his chest. "I meant what I said in my letter. If we cannot find a way to break this agreement, I will run away with you if you want. Anywhere you want to go."

You smiled sadly at him, reaching up you cupped his face "Do you think I would let you do that to yourself and your family?"

He smiled sadly and shook his head, opening his mouth, he was unable to speak as you heard your fathers voice calling your name in the hall. You and Benedict stared at each other in alarm.

Giving him back the journal and pushing him towards a closet, you ushered him to hide as you ran to the window.

A moment later the door opened and your father entered. His eyes scanned the room before they landed on you as you stood at the window, face blank of emotion.

"I'm sorry father, I just wished to have a moment alone." You said casually as you walked through the room towards him.

Your father eyed you suspiciously before he took your elbow in his hand and lead you from the room "Sir Colton wishes to dance."

You felt your stomach twist as you left the room, you refused to spare a single glance back towards where Benedict hid, as your heart ached in your chest.

You listened closely as the house remained quiet as you made your way towards your fathers study.

You had managed to convince your father to let you leave early, when he and Sir Colton joined the other male company for drinks and card games for the rest of the night.

You hated that you did not get to say goodbye to Benedict. Only able to spare a parting look to him and his family as you left the ball.

But you needed this chance to search for something, anything on the Barlowe family of what happened in Warwickshire. You would look for his accounting books, through his journals and letters.

Closing his study door behind you, you quickly got to work. You searched through the drawers, flipped through his journals, his accounting books, but found nothing.

After what felt like forever, you sat in his chair, placing your head in your hands, as your eyes grew wet with tears. Doubt and disappointment reigned over you.

Jumping at the sound of your fathers study door opening, you looked up with alarm. Seeing your mother standing in the doorway, you froze, remaining silent.

After a moment she spoke "I thought it odd you wished to leave so early without a chance to see Benedict. I decided to return early as well to check on you." Her voice was calm, yet held something uncertain behind it.

You cleared your throat lightly "I no longer wanted to be flounced around with Sir Colton like a prize won at auction."

You mother adjusted herself in discomfort before she closed the door behind her. "What are you doing in here?"

Remaining silent for a moment, you felt your chest tightening with anxiety. If anyone could help you find anything on the Barlowe's, it would be her. But you feared she would betray you to your father again.

Finally, after a moment, you spoke slowly uncertain "I found something out. About what may have happened between father and Sir Bridgerton. I wanted to see if I could find anything in here to confirm it."

She watched you for a moment before stepping further in. "What was it you discovered?" You could hear the restraint in her voice, she too had been wanting to know what happened for years.

"It had to do with the Barlowe family, and something about Warwickshire."

You saw your mother's eyes widen slightly at the mention of the Barlow name. Turning away from you she stared down at her feet as she paced a little.

"Mother?" You asked after a moment.

Looking back at you she let out a soft sigh. "I remember the Barlowe's. William Barlowe was a business partner of your fathers. And his wife, Marianne, beautiful woman. Her and your father had been friends since they were children."

You frowned at the tone of her voice. Watching as your mother let out a frustrated sigh before she made her way towards the desk.

"All this time I wondered if it was true."

"If what was true?" You asked as anticipation grew.

Your mother reached into a drawer, before fiddling around. After a moment she pulled out a single key that had been taped to the roof of the drawer.

"But I refused to acknowledge it, for fear of ruining our family." Watching as she walked over to your fathers safe, you rose, watching her unlock it.

As she rifled through it, she pulled out a bundle of letters. She met your eyes as her voice grew softer. "You do not deserve the fate your father is trying to force on you."

You locked eyes with her for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you saw a familiar motherly gaze staring back at you.

As she pulled out a letter and began to open it, you moved to her side and read over her shoulders.

Reading through the letter, and then another, and another, much became clear quickly.

Surprise, alarm, and hope rose through you as you finally understood what Sir Bridgerton had learned all those years ago. You finally understood what it was your father was so afraid of the world finding out.

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Queen Charlotte (2023)

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CHAPTER 1

Because of his duties as the new head of the family and being a Viscount, Anthony Bridgerton nearly forgets almost about everything outside his duty. He is often seen locked up in his study, scribbling from paper to paper, scratching his head, drinking wine, and sometimes, sleeping.

Of course, everyone in his family is getting worried. Especially, his Mama. One night, when everyone is already asleep, Lady Bridgerton caught her eldest son inside his study, still writing and reading papers.

"Anthony? What are you doing? It's already past midnight my dear" her voice was soft and loving that the Viscount almost get lulled by it

"I was just trying to finish these last few papers before going to bed. I needed this to be done tonight so that I could accompany you all tomorrow for the Danbury Ball" he replied with a weak smile

"Is it a bit arduous? You're not overworking yourself are you?" the Lady inquired with a sharp look but the Viscount only smiled as he took his Mama's hand and kissed it.

"I assure you, Mama, I am totally fine" he whispered. The Lady smiled before cupping his cheeks with her kissed hand before walking away

"You better sleep for tomorrow, understand?"

"Yes, Mama. I will" the Viscount replied but he knew he won't be making it even if a slightest nap as he still yet to finish another bundle of letters that is hidden under his table.

Anthony sighed to himself as he resumed his work hoping that somehow, tomorrow's ball shall help him reduce the stress and pain that his back endured while writing.

Morning came and Anthony was sleeping soundly in his chair. Somehow, he had managed to finish every single letter above and under his table given by the ink that is splattered in his hands. He was too exhausted to do anything but the rays coming from the gap of the curtains behind him says otherwise.

A tired groan escaped his pale crimson lips as the gentle morning sun beamed over his spot on the table. Anthony tried to block the radiant rays but his efforts were in vain as a loud knocking noise soon sounded across his room.

"Brother? Are you in there?" it was Hyacinth's voice and Anthony knew that she will be inquiring about his current state and his capability to accompany her mother and sisters for the ball later.

"Give me a minute, sister" he managed to reply as he stretched out his body from the small chair

"I've always know that this is not an ideal place to sleep, but here I am" Anthony muttered himself

"Breakfast is set brother, come along when you're ready!" then, there was the fading sound of running shoes as Anthony lazily stood up from his seat.

Upon his entrance at the dining hall, all eyes were set on his shriveled clothing that he hadn't managed to straigthened out. He gave his family a small nod before continuing to his seat at the end of the table.

Everyone had the same question and worried look as they all follow the movements of the dear Viscount Bridgerton. His aura screams tiredness as he promptly let himself fall on the chair.

"My apologies for being late. I had difficulties in...fixing my clothes" he murmured before taking his seat

"Are you alright, brother? You look like you've gone to some kind of war" Benedict's voice sounded as the clattering of silverwares sounded once more

"I am alright, Benedict. I would also appreciate if you're all going to stop staring at me with that kind of faces as it is quite rude, if you must know"

Anthony didn't knew if it was his hunger but his hands were shaking at the moment he tried to cut the meat. He took a deep breath in for a moment before closing his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

"My dear, are you sure you're alright? You're shaking. Shall I call the doctor?" Lady Bridgerton asked with immence worriedness plastered across her face

"Yes, Mama. I just..I just needed some air. If you'll excuse me" Anthony sighed as he wipe his lips with his napkin but before he could even step out of his chair, he eventually collapse causing for the family to run over him while shouting.

"ANTHONY!"

"BROTHER!" they all shouted in unison as Benedict and Colin took the liberty of carrying him back to his chair as Lady Bridgerton rushes to her eldest son.

"Lady Bridgerton is everything alright?" their butler called and Lady Bridgerton immediately asked for the doctor

Despite his mumbling of being fine, hands roaming all over his body, fixing his clothes, wiping his forehead, and some even fanning him. Long forgotten the breakfast, the Bridgerton family attended to their too exhausted Viscount.

"It's fatigue, Lady Bridgerton. It usually happens when a person had no proper meals to eat or sleeps to give in. Perhaps the Viscount has been very busy the past few days for this to occur? Is he not?" the doctor asked

"Yes. He has been quite busy with all those letters that he needed to attend to but this is the first time this has happen, are you sure that everything will be alright?" Lady Bridgerton asked and the doctor nodded

"Why yes, the Viscount only needed to resupply his body with the lack of things that he managed to overlook from the beginning. He needs to complete his rest and have a proper meal, I'm sure he will be fine in no time"

"Thank you" Lady Bridgerton smiled and the doctor gladly reciprocate the kind gesture before going

"You should've taken your chances to get some rest. Why haven't you resting enough, dear brother?" Daphne's voice is filled with concern and Anthony hates it. He doesn't want anyone from his family to concern for him about such lousy reason or any reason at all.

"I assure you I am fine" he insisted but Eloise only rolled her eyes

"Oh, it is now considered fine collapsing right before breakfast. Shall I do the same brother, next time?" she snapped while Daphne nudge her

"You shall not" even though he's exhausted, his voice was stern as he glared at Eloise who only sighed to herself

"You may not be my favorite brother but I hope that you shall feel better soon" she said before grasping her brother's hand

"I am not your what?" before Anthony could even squeeze her hand to trap her, Eloise already took back her hand before giggling

"Could you be with child, dear brother? I saw Mama collapsing too before when she was with child" Francesca asked which made the three Bridgerton men laugh out loud, well Anthony chuckled to himself rather.

"Sister, men couldn't be with child. They don't have the qualities to have with child" Benedict managed to reply between his laughs

"Don't have the qualities? Why? Is there a significant difference between men and women?" it was Hyacinth's turn to ask but their little conversation was ended when Lady Bridgerton finally walked over to their spot.

They moved Anthony into his room for better examination making them all sit around him on the big couch. Lady Bridgerton politely asked her other children to leave with little frowns on their faces for the question that was left unattended.

Once the door was closed, Lady Bridgerton smiled to herself before sitting beside her son. Anthony took her hand and kissed it as an assurance as the Lady put her hand over his head gently scratching his head.

"You should've told me if it's already quite taxing for you, my dear" she whispered as Anthony put her hand over his chest and closed his eyes while taking in the warmness of his mother's presence. It has probably been ages since he felt this kind of gentle warmness and love from her

"I'm sorry, Mama" was all he could say before opening his eyes once more

It felt like he had been transported back to his childhood when he was also being attended by his Mama in this way, he was so sick at that time. It was the same gentle feeling that surrounded him and made him feel better.

"You should take rest, my dear. Benedict shall take us to the ball tonight" the Lady announced as he took her hands from him which made the Viscount frown internally but only sighed externally

"I shall be able to feel better before the ball, I assure you" Anthony grunted before making his way to the bed

"Anthony, please..." the Lady pleaded but he only shook his head before to her

"I assure you, Mama. You know that I can't stay here all night, don't you? I must be with my sister during her season. Must be" he clearly stated which made the Lady sigh

"You're still stubborn as ever, are you?" the Lady chuckled as she kissed his forehead

"Rest well, my dearest" Lady Bridgerton whispered as she went out of the room

Meanwhile, at the Danbury estate, a carriage made its stop in front of the house. The door went open and it revealed as very beautiful young lady. Lady Danbury was walking towards the carriage with a huge smile in her face as she was approached by the young one.

"Lady Danbury" she curtsied upon stepping down from the carriage

"Oh, spare me with such formality. Come here and give your dear auntie a hug, child" Lady Danbury giggled as the younger one excitedly, yet carefully throw herself to the older one.

The two of them shared a good laugh as Lady Danbury released her from the warm embrace and took a good look of her. The big smiles in each of their faces never faded as the two of them entered the house.

"It's been so long since you had been in here. I am really delighted to see you again, and for you to grace this season with your presence is such a wonderful timing"

"Please, Lady Danbury" the young one chuckled while as they walked through the halls arms clinging to each other

"Don't be such a grinch, young lady. Will be you participating this season? Be reminded that you've already passed the last one, my dear"

"I believe that I shall be, Lady Danbury. My Mama is starting to fuss about this matter, so I'll take my chances this season"

"Very well, you shall be introduced in my ball tonight. Everyone must be aware of your presence, even that Lady Whistledown. Had she not written anything about your return, I shall write it myself" Lady Danbury smiled making the young one chuckle once more

To my dearest readers,

It has come to my attention that a new lady has graced the whole ton with her presence. The once absent lady is now coming back and shall be joining this season's balls. May she be searching for a suitable match or not, it is my deepest enjoyment that she had decided to participate once more.

Dear readers, this Author wants to convey that the lady in rumor is none other than Miss Y/N Lovelace, daughter of Earl Augustus Lovelace and Countess Amalie Lovelace. May all the luck be with the bachelor's for this season. Specially to those who have not yet found their matches from the previous seasons.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown