Benedict Stories

Diana Featherington is the only child of the younger brother of the Baron Featherington. With the passing of both parents Diana has lived with the Baron and his wife since the age of five. Living across the street from the Bridgerton family has allowed for Diana to become close friends with Daphne. Both girls are making their debut into society this social season. Diana has high hopes of finding a future husband. But the one man she really wants she may not be able to have.

London's high society thrives on scandal, silk, and strategic marriages. Twenty-six-year-old Collette Boucher operates on flour, early mornings, and the precise temperature required for a perfect glaze. While the ton's debutantes exhaust themselves seeking the Queen's favor, Collette is perfectly content in the warmth of her father's kitchen. As co-proprietor of Mayfair's most beloved bakery, her hands are full managing intricate pastries while her father tends the bread. She has no season, no dowry, and absolutely no time for the frivolities of the elite. When the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton requires an extravagant spread for her highly anticipated masquerade ball, the errand falls to her second son. Twenty-eight-year-old Benedict Bridgerton is a notorious rogue, accustomed to women swooning at his crooked smile. He expects a simple transaction and to effortlessly charm the baker's daughter. He does not expect Collette. Unimpressed by his title and immune to his flattery, Collette meets his practiced flirtations with icy professionalism. She takes his order, sets a firm boundary, and fully expects never to deal with the infuriating gentleman again. Benedict, however, does not easily accept defeat. Piqued by her utter indifference, he begins finding any excuse to visit the bakery. Soon, out of sheer spite and unexpected necessity, Collette is repeatedly pulled into the chaotic orbit of the Bridgerton estate. What begins as a bitter battle of wits over spun sugar slowly rises into an undeniable, dangerous tension. He is a man who can have anything, except the one woman who refuses to be played with. And she is an artisan who must decide if risking her peaceful life is worth a taste of something sweeter.

━━ in which the Brigertons are not the only prolific family with oddly named children, and they become tied in the the most common way of all. [oc x benedict brigerton] [season2 with book elements]

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Miss Victoria Ashbourne has always known one truth: her future is not entirely her own. As the sole heir to the Ashbourne name, her marriage must secure her family's legacy through a match of title, lineage, and reputation. With the London season beginning, her mother is determined that Victoria will do exactly that. Lord Henry Carroway appears to be the perfect choice-respectable, attentive, and well connected. Yet as Victoria moves through the expectations of society, she becomes increasingly aware of someone far more complicated. Benedict Bridgerton. Once her easy childhood companion, Benedict now stands across the ballroom as simply Mr Bridgerton-respectable, but not the match her family expects. As the season unfolds and pressure grows, Victoria must choose between the future planned for her or the life she truly wants. In a world where every glance is watched, one choice could change everything. I do not own any of the characters, plot, or dialogue from Shondaland's Bridgerton series or Julie Quinn's Bridgerton series other than those which I have created and added in myself. All credit goes to Julie Quinn and Shondaland and others associated with the creation of the Bridgerton books and tv series.

She was chasing a stolen artifact- then she woke up in 1814. Ruby doesn't belong in Benedict Bridgerton's world, yet to survive she must become his personal housemaid, hiding secrets that could change history itself. As trust grows and lines blur, Ruby must decide what matters more: fixing the timeline or holding onto the man who gave her a place in it.

Dearest gentle reader, It seems London society has gained a most intriguing new arrival. Miss Victoria Darcy, elder sister to the Duke of Darcy and goddaughter to Her Majesty the Queen herself, has finally returned to the very ballrooms and the London society, her family abandoned years ago. Seeking, what else, a suitable husband. So she can set a successful path for the younger sister Georgiana Darcy. Proper, intelligent, and endlessly hopeful, Victoria believes in love-true love. Yet beneath her perfect manners lies a quiet defiance, a spirit not so easily confined by the rules of the ton. Guided into society by her new sister-in-law, Elizabeth Darcy, Victoria soon discovers that London has not forgotten her family's long absence. Nor has it forgotten the Bridgertons-once close, now distant since tragedy pulled both families away from the city years ago. Least of all forgotten is Benedict Bridgerton, who was long absent from scandal. Charming, perceptive, and far more dangerous than he appears, Benedict finds himself drawn to the one woman who seems to see beyond the masks of society-and perhaps beyond his own. Love has returned to London. Two families once close. Two souls drawn together. And a society always eager to talk. One can only wonder what will blossom first: love... or ruin? Yours truly, Lady Whistledown Season 1-

She was the Crown Jewel of the season. He was the man who saw her as more. In the glittering ballrooms and whispered corners of London's high society, a young woman arrives for her debut determined to follow every rule her mother demands-hiding her wit, her curiosity, and her yearning for freedom behind a flawless façade. But when her childhood friend Benedict Bridgerton sees her again after years apart, the careful mask she's worn begins to crack. What begins as stolen glances and playful banter soon deepens into something far more than polite society will allow. In secret studios and moonlit gardens, they find each other not as society's ornaments, but as artists, dreamers, learners, and equals. Yet their love is tested-by family expectations, by an offer that shakes their world, and by the slow-moving grief of watching the first man who ever loved her waste away. Through every waltz, every whispered confession, and every brushstroke on Benedict's canvas, they long for a love as bold and brilliant as the colors she once feared to wear. And when the season ends, she must decide if she will return to the safety of her mask-or step into a life, and a marriage, where she can finally be seen. A tender, romantic tale of stolen moments, the inevitability of love, and the courage to be one's truest self-set against the lush, intoxicating world of Bridgerton.

It had been two years since Sophie Beckett last saw Benedict Bridgerton, the day she walked out of his life without ever revealing the true reason for her departure. But now... When Kate announces her engagement, Sophie is once again thrown into Benedict's path... Both still bear the scars from their intense and tumultuous romance, each wrongly believing the other has moved on. They agree to set aside their past to help Kate and Anthony with their wedding... But can they truly move on and become friends, or will the past prove too much, leaving them as strangers once more?

In the world of the ton, Benedict Bridgerton has always stood slightly apart-an observer rather than a participant, an artist searching for something real in a society obsessed with appearances. Amelia Fairleigh lives in that world unseen. A lady's maid in the Bridgerton household, Amelia moves quietly through grand halls and candlelit rooms, her dreams carefully folded away with her spare dresses. Only her best friend Sophie knows the truth of her longing-to be more than invisible, to feel chosen, if only once. On the night of the season's most anticipated masquerade ball, Amelia dares to step beyond her place. Hidden behind a mask and wrapped in borrowed silk, she enters a world that is not meant for her-and meets Benedict Bridgerton. He is captivated instantly. Their connection is effortless, electric, and devastatingly brief. Beneath the glow of chandeliers and swirling music, they share laughter, secrets, and a kiss that leaves Benedict certain he has found the woman who finally sees him. But when the clock strikes midnight, she disappears-leaving behind only a memory he cannot escape. By morning, Amelia returns to her life of duty, determined to forget the impossible night. Benedict, however, cannot forget her. Unaware that the woman who haunts his dreams walks the same halls each day, he searches London for a ghost-while unknowingly falling for the quiet servant who has always been there. As feelings deepen and truths threaten to unravel, both must face the cruel space between who they are and who they are allowed to love. Because in a world ruled by class and expectation, love may be the most dangerous rebellion of all.

John Watson has moved into Dorm 221B, and guess who his room mate is? Sherlock Holmes is proving to be a difficult guy to go to school with, much less live with. But he needs John, and John needs him. Now they are solving the biggest crimes to rock the school, dealing with their feelings for each other, and putting up with teenage girls and hormones. It is certainly going to be an interesting year.

Benedict Bridgerton, the second-born son of the Bridgerton household, has never been one for romance. He has had his fair share of intimacy, though he does not believe he shall ever fall in love. "Intimacy is one thing, love is a whole other level." However, love can be found in the most unexpected of places and when a rare beauty enters the social scene, it would seem that Benedict Bridgerton has been...intrigued. What will happen between this rare beauty and our dear Benedict?

Dear gentle reader, It has come to this authors attention that Miss Eloise Bridgerton, already once signed by scandal, has not entirely abandoned her appetite for the improper. While the young lady dutifully attends balls and endures the parade of eligible gentlemen, one cannot help but observe that her attention wanders... not towards a titled suitor, but elsewhere. After all, rebellion is most intoxicating when it occurs beneath one's very own roof. There are lines in society that must not be crossed, but if Miss Bridgerton has proven anything, it is that she has never been particularly fond of being told what she may not do. And this author wonders... What happens when the greatest impropriety is not being discovered...but being desired?

Londres n'était jamais aussi vivant que durant la Saison. Sous les lustres étincelants des salles de bal de Mayfair, les rires tintaient comme du cristal, les éventails claquaient avec l'énergie nerveuse des jeunes filles à marier, et les mères calculaient chaque regard échangé comme une victoire stratégique. Les façades blanches des demeures géorgiennes brillaient sous la lueur dorée des lanternes à gaz, impeccables, ordonnées, irréprochables - tout comme la société qu'elles abritaient. Mais derrière cette perfection soigneusement polie, une autre ville respirait. Une ville d'ombres, d'encre et de couleurs. Une ville que Leonor Hartwell préférait mille fois aux salons parfumés au jasmin.

Par une nuit silencieuse éclairée par la lune, je pensais être seule... jusqu'à ce que le passé frappe à ma fenêtre. Une femme mystérieuse, un homme d'une élégance hors du temps - Benedict Bridgerton. Un regard, un sourire, et mon destin bascule. Car avant même que je comprenne ce qui m'arrive, une phrase scelle tout : « C'est elle. Elle sera votre femme, Benedict. »

Dearest Readers, The ton are buzzing about the newest season. I have heard the season of 1815 shall be the juiciest yet. I have heard from many that no other than Benedict Bridgerton shall be looking to court this season. Will he be able to obtain the Bridgeton name? Or will he send his family into a scandal just as his older brother, the Viscount, did last season? We shall see what mishaps occur this season in London. A year after Kate and Anthony marry. This story looks into two Bridgerton siblings love lives, Eloise and Benedict. Benedict is looking to find a wife, who he can share a life with, and a woman who is not like the rest in the ton. While Eloise is being forced to participate this season, after last year's scandal.

Two who were destined for hatred mistakenly fell in love. A young viscount and the daughter of the count were sworn enemies since birth are faced with circumstances which may alter the perspective of each other. OC x Anthony An enemies to lovers All rights to the creator of Bridgeton, the only characters I own are the members of the Hestwood family. TW: there is mention of abuse and sexual senses

This is a book for the Christmas/December prompts for a fanfic thingy. I don't know, I saw it on Tumblr and was interested. So pretty much I was been given a prompt (word/phrase) a day and I had to write a one-shot fanfic based on each prompt. I based mine off of Johnlock so enjoy. The artwork on the cover is by @thinkanddoodle-batch on Tumblr, please go check them out if you like the art because I sure do. Here are the prompts if you'd like to participate yourself. ANY FANDOM IS WELCOME TO WRITE ABOUT ANYTHING!!! 1. Holiday decor 2. Star 3. You better watch out 4. Snowman 5. Believe 6. Fireplace 7. Memories 8. Music 9. Gift 10. Do you see what I see 11. Comfort and joy 12. Gingerbread 13. Frost 14. A beautiful sight 15. Toy soldier 16. Season's greetings 17. Warm and cosy 18. Celebration 19. Silent night 20. Home 21. Hopes and fears 22. Feast 23. Nightmare before Christmas 24. Peace Enjoy the book!

Umm he kinda stole my heart and now he's constantly on my mind... So let's write a book about him! Shall we?

Miss Brightburn was a woman of small stature, sandy blonde hair, and held a perpetual look of discontent. To onlookers, she was described as cold or daydreaming the latter the kinder expression. This expression was not for a cold disposition but a mere consequence of thinking for Miss Brightburn. She knew of the popular opinion that too much thinking on a woman's part is ill-advised. So here she was trying not to think on the third Friday night in April, at the third Ball, Thrown in the honor of the third son of some gentleman who thought highly of himself. And she was BORED.