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Chapter 1: Leilani’s no good very bad trip (she didn’t even get high)

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Chapter 1: Leilani’s no good very bad trip (she didn’t even get high)

a/n: This the first chapter to my benedict x oc time travel fic! If yall have any suggestions or thoughts please comment or message me! i'm always looking to improve

Kent, England - July 26 2025 - 10:36 pm

Leilani was always on time.

The train from London to Kent house station had been pleasant, short, and surprisingly empty. Only 7 other people accompanied her in the D carriage. She was already crafting a story centered around the old lady sitting two rows in front of her, no younger than 80, who had been knitting with fine lavender yarn that looked like a thneed. Leilani dubbed her the lavender lady, her cardigan and the tips of her hair matching the same shade as the yarn.

She was too happy - Of course things had to go wrong

Now outside the station in the pitch black night (the street lamps shut off) and the other travelers mysteriously absent, Leilani stood there rethinking every decision that had led her to this moment. Harsh English rain battered against Leilani, plastering her brunette, nearly black hair to her face. Her quilted jacket she bought at Greenwich market doing nothing to keep out the rain, it seemed to actually invite the water in. 

She felt like a pack donkey with her Tortuga backpack weighing heavily on her shoulders, like she was just another mule and had to climb over one more hill in Santorini. Her thrifted messenger bag was pulling her body down to the right giving her an over exaggerated hunchback.

Kent was her final stop in England before she continued her journey into Scotland. For the past 6 months Leilani had been traveling across the world. Starting in South America, she was on her last leg of the Europe chunk and was planning on going full time with her journalism soon, if anyone would hire her that is. But the idea of literary success was the last thought on her mind at the moment.

And just when she thought that things couldn’t get any worse, guess what happened? 

Rain drops in front of her started to converge into a cylindrical mass. The water seemed to start conducting a sort of electricity. Slowly tendrils grew from the main body, forming into a tesseract, as purple sparks emitted from it at random intervals. The hues filled her vision, like when you squeeze your eyes shut really hard.

And then there was nothing.

Kent, England - July 26 1814 - 10:36 pm

A hop, skip and jump to 211 years in the past.

Aubrey Hall might not have a swingset, but that can’t stop Benedict and Eloise from their nightly emotional talks/smoke breaks. 

They both sat on the grass parallel to each other, their legs stretched out in front of them bumping against the other. Smoke puffed from Eloise's lips, floating away in the soft summer breeze. Crickets chirped periodically, occasionally in chorus, when without warning they stopped. 

“Do you hear that?” Benedict enquiries, pushing himself up off his hands behind him, his posture sharp.

“Hear what?” Eloise furrows her brows.

“Nothing…” He turns his head to his right when a purple light catches his left peripheral vision.

“What the hell!”

Both Bridgerton siblings jump to their feet staring as the light envelops the sky like an icelandic aurora borealis. A strange shape forms when a person is launched out of the lilac sparks, two bags trailing behind her.

The light disappears as quickly as it came.

Eloise in a show of bravery or pure stupidity runs up to the mysterious young women.

“Eloise!” Benedict goes to pull her away when soaking wet thrusts her arm out to her side grabbing the strap of her bag as if to use it as a weapon, before sitting up, looking wildly side to side.

“Who are you?” She leaps onto her Reebok sneakers “Where am I?” 

“Who are you?” She leaps onto her Reebok sneakers “Where am I?” She really wishes she had her pepper spray on her.

“Who are you?” Benedict asks, observing the woman's strange attire.

“Who am I? I asked first asshole!” Leilani belatedly realizes that antagonizing her maybe kidnapper(s) isn’t such a good idea, but it’s too late now. “I know jiu jitsu.” Its true, she took it all the way through middle school, high school and college after discovering the fantastic world of comic books and sorely wanting to be a real life variant of Spider-Man.

Benedict raised his eyebrows at her uncouth language.

“I am Eloise Bridgerton,” she says stepping forward, “and you have somehow appeared at Aubrey Hall.”

“Aubrey Hall…” Leilani repeats “Is this in Kent?”

“Yes,” Benedict nods, “and I am Benedict.” He says, no longer deeming Leilani a potential threat.

Leilani observes the two siblings in front of her, “Wait,” she blinks at their strange outfits “what’s the date?” 

“July 26,” Benedict tilts his head “1814.”

“Holy shit!” Leilani grabs her head “Okay, this is just a weird dream,” she slaps her right cheek “Ow! Okay not a dream,” she mutters to herself. “You saw the purple sparky thing, right?” She asks, pointing behind her.

“The lilac glow, yes.” Benedict answers “And I am guessing that you were not originally in 1814.”

“You’d be right,” Leilani laughs. “I’m from 2025.”

“2025!” Eloise exclaims. “Oh, I have so very many questions!”

“Yeah,” Leilani crouches down, putting her head between her knees and takes a deep breath.

“I think we should all relocate to the parlor,” Benedict says, observing Leilani’s anxious state. “Have a nice cup of tea.”

“That sounds good,” She rights herself, grabbing her backpack and messenger bag. 

The Parlor

Entering the Parlor made it all more clear that Leilani had time traveled. She was truly in the past. A time where Jane Austen wasn’t a classic, but an unknown contemporary. California didn’t exist as a state. Her family wasn’t even in the USA yet.

“John” Eloise calls out to the footman standing in the corner like a suit of armor “Tea please.”

John stares at Leilani for a second before nodding his head and rushing out of the room.

“Well then” Benedict takes a seat next to Eloise, gesturing to the settee across from him “take a seat.”

Leilani sets her bags down at her feet and scoots around the settee before crossing her right leg over the left. She quickly changes her mind when she notices the hole in her jeans and crosses the left leg over her right. Okay, she’s got this.

“So,” She nods her head at the two siblings in what she hopes is a gentle manner “Ask away.”

“You found yourself here through the strange,” Benedict makes an all around gesture with his hand “glow.”

“Yea, I took a train to Kent from London and then when I got off it was like pouring rain and that's why I’m soaked” she gestures to herself, “Can I take off my coat? I feel weird still wearing my coat.”

“Of course.”

Quickly ridding herself of her coat and throwing it to the other side of the settee she reveals her t-shirt with the phrase “sorry for having great tits and right opinions.”

“What does ti-” 

“Moving on,” Benedict interrupts Eloise’s question.

“Sorry,” Leilani crosses her arms in front of her chest before realizing that’s definitely not helping the issue and puts them back at her sides. “Any other questions?”

“Yes, what's your name and why are you wearing trousers?” Eloise asks

“Leilani and I’m wearing my jeans because they're comfortable.”

“You are allowed to dress this way?” Benedict adds

“I can dress however I want to,” Leilani glares at the man sitting in front of her.

“I mean no offense,” he jumps in, “it is just that you don’t see ladies wearing…what you are wearing.”

She nods “right, it's the 1800s,” she then smiles “well in the 21st century women can do whatever they want…well they sorta can, politics are messy and there's like a total dictator as president now in the US.” She quirks her head “but I’m from California and we have Gavin Newsom as our attack dog aka our governor.”

“What is going on in here?”

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one of my hopes for future seasons is that we get to see whitaker transition from this deeply awkward, lowkey pathetic (gerran's words!) med student into a confident, exceptionally talented and suave doctor. i want him to have an unrivaled ability to connect with patients, know exactly how to meet their non-medical needs (like we see with the kraken), be ridiculously knowledgeable, and also so hot that the teenage girls who come through the pitt and also the nurses all fawn over him.

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I am rainbow, God of gold

I am Arran, god of the most important thing

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I am Arran, god of the most important thing

EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username

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the dots are being connected do you see the dots connecting?

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Congratulations to Brooke from Let's Not Date for winning Father's Day.

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if i were to write this, could you beta read?

(and perhaps i would make her an oc)

Someone really needs to write a good Benedict Bridgerton x reader fanfic with time travel. Maybe she’s a 21st-century girl who loves technology and doesn’t really believe in love — and suddenly ends up in his time! She’d be so eccentric to them, with all her informality and everything. I can totally see her complaining about all the dress layers and missing her pants, doing things that are totally normal in her time but would be nearly scandalous to them — and she wouldn’t even realize it. I can even picture her asking someone to sew pockets into her dresses hahaha. There’s so much fun stuff you could do with this, if I knew how to write, I’d have done it already. Please, someone write it!

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Season 2 happening on the 4th of July? They’ll lib out in the ways previously thought impossible. I’m talking generational amount of wokeness.

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Absolutely UNHINGED behavior, "Wait, all of you have been dead?" is a thing Duke Thomas has to ask in 100% seriousness and each one of these assholes has to answer, "Yes, but I got better." or "Well, it's complicated, but yes." and then this man has to SIT THERE and LISTEN to these UNHINGED BATS use those deaths to dunk on each other. Just imagine hearing "Oh, yeah, well at least I'm not CURRENTLY dead AGAIN, JASON." like what in the fuck is this child saying and why do none of you think this is weird???

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Reblogging!

You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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bucky has a disability??

he doesn’t have an arm.