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yeollie-plz · 16 days

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Rendezvous

Benedict Bridgerton x F! Reader

Synopsis: The ball was dreadfully boring, but you know what isn’t boring? Sneaking off to the library with Benedict.

Genre: smut!!, somehow I snuck some fluff in there

Warnings: smut, 18+ content, sneaking around, kissing, oral sex, public sex, handjobs, exhibitionism, choking

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"Ben...please," you moaned out.

Currently the man in question was on his knees, hands bunching your dress up to your hips as his tongue made quick work of your pussy. His hot breath fanned out over your soaked folds as he lapped at your center.

He kept his rhythm as he willed you to your peak, working your bud in quick circles. Both of you knew you didn't have much time. Someone could catch you at any moment and if you weren't so caught up in the moment you might have even been scared of this fact.

Benedict's tongue flicked your clit particularly hard, causing your hips to jerk forward and your hands to grip his hair, roughly. The feeling of you pulling his hair had him moaning, the vibration causing you to grip the follicles once again.

This time his hands gripped onto your thighs. Fingers pushing so deeply into your soft flesh that you were sure they were to leave bruises.

Another moan of his name egged him on, making him move his tongue inhumanly faster. Working it in figure eights in an attempt to push you over your edge, knowing how much you both needed it. And needed to return to the ball...

The library wall you were pushed against almost twenty minutes ago was now lacking some of the books that once lay on its shelves. With the aggressive kisses that had you gripping for anything that could center you and the way Benedict had lifted you up onto one of them just to be able to get even closer to you. A maid was sure to find this in the morning and question the activities that had graced this room the night prior, but you were not one to focus on the future. Not when the present was so, so distracting.

And oh so delicious. How could a tongue feel so good? How did he fell so good?

Your head tossed back as your stomach began to tighten with your impending orgasm. Just as your vision was beginning to turn fuzzy, there was voices from outside the door. Very distinct voices and footsteps coming towards the very room you two currently occupied.

Benedict's head snapped up to meet your eyes. Your orgasm long since forgotten as he quickly pulled away from between your legs. He rose to his feet pushing your dress back down as he did so. The two of you glanced around trying to think of what to do.

Right as your eyes landed on a desk a few steps to your right so did his. It was a large desk and if the two of you were determined, the both of you could fit under there without being seen.

The doorknob turned and you both rushed over to the desk, pushing your bodies under it just in time for the voices to enter the room. The two of you were confined under the desk, your back against his chest as you tried to catch your breath not wanting to give yourselves away.

The group continued to chat across the room. Your breath had finally began evening out just as Benedict leant down to whisper into your ear.

"Compromising position we've found ourselves in, Miss Y/L/N." The statement almost had you letting out a giggle.

"We've been finding ourselves in many compromising positions as of late, Mr. Bridgerton." You whispered back, this statement did have Benedict letting out a low chuckle. The sound resonating in your back, the lift of his chest making you lift forward as well.

That's when you felt it, his hardened member currently sitting very uncomfortably in his tight pants. He knew you had realized too, with how your body stiffened as it rubbed against your hip bone.

"I apologize, my dear, but with our efforts earlier and the way you are close to me now. Well, it might not go away for a minute." His head hung low, almost resting on your shoulder. His lips were dangerously close to that sweet spot between your neck and collarbone.

And as he exhaled, the cold air that ghosted your skin caused a chill to run down your spine. Your ass rubbed against Benedict's boner. His hands gripped onto your hips in warning, head snapping back up as if you could see the cold stare that was surely gracing his face.

"My love..." He warned, as if the knuckles that were now turning white with how tightly he held your body wasn't warning enough.

The voices were clear on the other side of the room so you disregarded his warnings and reached your hand behind you instead. Your hand made contact with his muscular thigh first. Opting for a light touch instead of the rough one he was still currently using on you.

But as your fingers got closer to the buttons of his breeches, all reserves that he might have had were thrown out the window. Instead his own hands were swatting yours away to aid you in undoing his pants.

This satisfied you, a smirk gracing your lips as he laced his fingers with yours and pulled your hand under the flap of his pants. The heat that radiated off of his skin felt like hot candle wax as your smooth fingertips danced along hip. You lifted up ever so slightly, to be able to get a better grip of him and Benedict almost groaned out at the lack of connection. Yet, he bit his tongue and let you get to work. Knowing that if he were to complain, even a little bit, you would stop.

He knew you too well after months of your little rendezvous to ever show his ass or have his ass handed to him instead.

So that’s why Benedict sat on his hands and let you take control. Well, he didn’t actually sit on his hands, no, those were all over you. As soon as your hand made contact with his almost painful member, his were in your hair pulling your head back for easier access to your neck.

He kissed down from your chin, across your collar bone, and so devilishly close to your breasts. As you worked his cock agonizingly slowly. Your hand gripped the base of it working up and down it slowly, teasing the tip as you reached it.

If they were anywhere else, he would’ve asked her to go faster, begged her even. But right here, right now he almost thanked her for taking her time, or else he lose himself.

Footsteps grew even closer to your hiding spot, but you did not stop your motions. Actually, you began to pick up your pace a bit. Benedict who was surprisingly composing himself well only moments before was now forced to cover his mouth with a hand in order to stifle any sounds that might escape him.

The desk shifted slightly, someone was now leaning against it. You almost let out a gasp in shock, your hand ceased its movements. Benedict’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, not even noticing the person just above him. He was way too focused on what he thought was you teasing him. So his hands gripped onto your neck and tightened.

Something that, in normal circumstances, would egg you on. But instead it had you grabbing his wrist in warning, his grip instantly relaxed unsure if he had harmed you. In an effort to calm his nerves and warn him of your new friends, you snapped your head around to look at him. Your finger going back and forth between a shushing motion and pointing above the two of you.

He soon got the hint and nodded slowly. Although, you could tell by how his eyes darken that he didn’t much care for the company.

It was shocking. A man who usually was so plagued with jealously was currently excited by the prospect of getting caught?

But as soon as the company was gained it was stalking off the other side of the room again. You wanted to groan at how long it was taking them to leave. Most people would have returned to the party by now. You should’ve returned to the party by now. Oh, your poor mama would be so worried. Wait, Benedict…

You shook the thoughts of your mama out of your head and returned them to the man under you. Decidedly, you slowly flipped yourself around to face him. You were now on your knees, ass pressed firmly into the wood of the other side of the desk.

Benedict smirked at the look of you bent over for him, hands holding the sides of your face trying to pull your lips up to his. Your obliged and kissed him. It had been much too long since his lips had been on yours. Almost forty minutes now, by your calculations. Much, much too long.

Not too long into the kiss you brought your hand back to his abused cock. He bit your lip as your fingers gathered up the precum that was beading at his tip.

You pulled your lips from his long enough to push your fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your digits, lapping up all of his essence. Your eyes gleamed at the sight.

With your fingers still in his mouth he smirked, he grabbed your wrist to slowly pull this out, kissing the tips of your fingers before returning your hand to his member. Not too soon after he returned his lips to yours.

He tried to match your rhythm on his dick with the rhythm of his lips. Moaning into your mouth every time your hand wrapped around the head of his cock.

All the teasing of the night was bringing him quickly to his orgasm. So as his hips bucked up into your hand you worked him faster to help him reach his peak.

Benedict’s hips stuttered as you detached your lips from his only to bring them down to his sensitive tip. You licked him quickly before sinking down fully, taking almost his full length inside of your mouth.

This is what sent him over the edge as you pulled your head back and sunk down once again he was coming undone inside of your waiting mouth. You swallowed down all of his seed as he thrust up into your mouth. Hands gripping your hair and pulling at it.

And just as the last shocks of his orgasm were subsiding he let his head knock back into the heavy wooden desk. Your eyes popped up to him in shock as you pulled yourself quickly off of his now spent cock.

He let out a very small whimper at the disregard for his sensitivity and looked at you. The hurt that conveyed his face for a second switched quickly to one of equal concern as he realized what had happened.

The conversation just on the other side of you two stopped in favor of looking over to your hiding place.

“What was that?” A voice said. More grunts of confusion came from some of the others.

You held your breath as the footsteps came closer to you once again. No, no, no this was not how the two of you were supposed to be caught. You would be ruined and forced to marry Benedict. Not that that would be a bad thing, I mean you did love him. But you wanted the proposal to come on your own time, not like this.

Just as the group was about to come around the edge of the desk, the door to the library opened once again and a servant ushered the group to an important matter. They left the room and the door closed behind them.

You took just a second before you were popping your head over the edge of the desk to check to coast was clear. “They are gone.” You said to no one apparently because Benedict was already fully standing up and offering you his hand to help you.

When you both returned to your feet, and clothes were out back into their rightful places, you looked at the man before you. His eyes glowed in the candlelight. His dark hair somehow still perfect even though you were sure you had ruined it. And that jawline…this man was perfect.

He must have felt your eyes on him because in that moment he looked over at you and cocked an eyebrow. You only smiled and shook your head. That’s when he burst out laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?” You tried to question but he just continued laughing and eventually you laughed too.

The two of you laughed for what felt like five minutes before finally running out of breath. Stomachs hurting from the giggle spell.

“I love you.” He said all of a sudden, now overly serious.

“I love you. ” You matched his energy as you replied.

“It’s a wonder they didn’t notice this mess.” Benedict gestured to the pile of books you had knocked over when you had originally came into the room.

“Probably a good thing they didn’t. Wouldn’t want us getting caught.” You didn’t look at him, opting for continuing to stare at the books instead.

“If it’s with you, I wouldn’t mind getting caught.”

Now you looked at him, “You’d so easily sully my reputation?” You questioned, with a hint of jest.

He smiled, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

You nodded. You did know what he meant.

He cleared his throat and closed the distance between the two of you.

“We’ve been gone a while now.” He started as he brought his hands to your hips once again. “Might as well be gone even longer.” He paused again this time to bring his face closer to yours, his breath fanning out over your face.

“Where were we?” He asked as he lifted you up onto the desk you were once hiding under.

“Oh, that’s right.” Benedict said as he brought his lips to yours.

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wateveriwant · 1 year

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Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story

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ninithegreat · 1 year

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QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY

S1 E3 : Even Days

S1 E4 : Holding the King

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miniature-tragedy · 13 days

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Is anyone writing for Benedict Bridgerton??? So.. What if a princess actually were to fall in love with Benedict?? If anyone writes about it (please do.. I beg you to write) please tag me in your work so that I could read it 😭😭

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hotnessstuff · 1 year

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Q U E E N C H A R L O T T E

INDIA AMARTEIFIO✨❤️

#fypシ #fypage #fyp #beauty #blackgirlmagic #famous #black beauty #melanin poppin #queen #our queen #queen charlotte #india amarteifio #brigerton #the bridgertons #bridgerton story

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fandom-star-gazer · 1 year

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Y'all remember that scene in queen Charlotte when George asks Charlotte if she knows what they are about to do when they are about to have sex cause I constantly remember that scene and fall for George all over again.

We stan a good, noble, making sure our 17 year old queen knows that she is getting literally fucked, king George!!!!

And the lip biting uhhhhhh 🫠🫠

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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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

Words: 2.3k

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.

xx End xx

Cliff-hanger!~ The final chapter will reveal all, and will hopefully be out soon!

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hopelesslyinlovegirl · 1 year

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Queen Charlotte (2023)

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lovl3igh · 17 days

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the way benedict keeps running away from mamas this season makes me laugh cause karma is gonna hit him sooo hard with sophie

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lady-charinette · 1 year

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George being afraid of the heavens-

Could this be seen as a metaphor for death? George being afraid of the heavens finding him and closing in on him during his bouts of madness.

Because he's afraid they might take him to the afterlife?

But as soon as Charlotte is there, hiding from the heavens with him, he suddenly doesn't seem so afraid of them anymore.

Does that mean George is fine with the heavens taking him as long as Charlotte is right there with him?

Does that mean George is fine with dying as long as Charlotte is right there with him?

Two lovers hiding from the heavens, unafraid of death as long as they remain together to cross over to the afterlife.

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yeollie-plz · 14 days

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Bridgerton Masterlist

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Rendezvous | 2.3k words | ☁️☾

Benedict x F! Reader

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wateveriwant · 1 year

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Corey, India and Arsema

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ladyfairhallow · 2 years

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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

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