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Hi! Can I post the Tethered Hearts imagines on my wattpad book please?
I give the credits ❤️ I'm making a book with my favorite Bridgerton stories.
But with the credits of the original writer. But if you don't agree it's fine 😘
Of course darling! Send me a link to your book too! As long as you provide credit I don’t mind :) follow me on Wattpad @ regencygardens
During one of the worst summers, and honestly one of the worst times of my life I have turned back to my love for the marauders and rediscovered my love for writing. I haven’t written anything for bridgerton, unfortunately, but that doesnt mean I won’t in the future. I’m working on getting in a better place and eventually I will start posting again. From here on out this will be a multi-fandom account for Harry Potter and bridgerton. I’m not sure when I’ll begin posting but I hope you all will be here when I do. You can also follow my Wattpad (regencygardens) to keep up with me there. My apologies to everyone for not keeping my promise to write more.
Thank you so much angel! I’m gonna take this ask as an opportunity to update everyone; as the semester is coming to end for me in about a week I’m hoping to find time to get back into writing. Since publishing the last part of tethered hearts, I’ve been working 35+ hour weeks on top of being a full time student so needless to say free time has been few and far between. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around I hope to see you all soon!
Can I please request a fic where Reader finds out Penelope is Lady Whistledown? Maybe she ends up passing gossip that Pen misses? You can decide whether Reader and Penelope are dating or not.
And if this doesn't do it for you, then feel free to delete this!! 💖
I love this and I have the best idea for it! (At least I think it’s the best- hope u do too) thank u for the request!
So sorry about the wait for this, I’ve been working 30+ hour weeks along w college so it’s been hard to find free time. I wrote half of this the night it was requested so hopefully I can finish it once I have some free time this weekend
Can I please request a fic where Reader finds out Penelope is Lady Whistledown? Maybe she ends up passing gossip that Pen misses? You can decide whether Reader and Penelope are dating or not.
And if this doesn't do it for you, then feel free to delete this!! 💖
I love this and I have the best idea for it! (At least I think it’s the best- hope u do too) thank u for the request!
I just binged this story, and I absolutely love it!! It hurts to see Benedict act the way he did, but being the hopeless romantic I am, I really do love the ending!! I also think the alternative ending is lovely in a heartbreakingly beautiful sort of way! 💕
Just had the best idea for an ending for part 3 and now I’m considering rewriting it💀 I need to stop writing during the day I get all my best ideas at night
A/N: surprise! two endings! read the original ending (and the much less mainful ending here)
warnings: angst, heartbreak
word count: 1,550
published: feb. 27. 21
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Benedict rode through the night, going over his speech countless times until he was sure he could say it backward. Sleep evaded him despite the carriage being quite comfortable; His nerves and the bumpy dirt roads kept him awake. He eventually forced himself to focus on something other than the disaster of his love life and he took to sketching, as usual.
Drawing within the last few weeks was nearly impossible for him. He could never focus long enough or he was never pleased with the product. his hands never seemed to corporate. This time he tried to draw something that he thought would make him feel happy, at least for the time being. He started to draw two hands intertwined and imagined it was his and y/n, wearing wedding rings. All this did was remind him of how happy he could have been if he hadn't been so selfish.
The Y/L/N country home was a sight to behold. It overlooked a small lake surrounded by trees that provided a home to countless wildlife. The garden was home to a variety of wildflowers and shrubs with lemon trees dotted about. The front of the home was a beautiful work of masonry with climbing vines reaching up the first story and balconies decorated with even more greenery. Stone steps lead down to the lawn where the gardeners worked tirelessly on the upkeep of the statues and fountains in the middle of a circular cobbled walkway. It was a welcoming, lively home, but the sight of it made Benedict's stomach do backflips. She was so close.
The early morning sun was just beginning to peek above the horizon, illuminating the foggy countryside. The birds were chirping and roosters could be heard faintly in the distance welcoming the new day. A long inhale of the fresh morning air seemed to settle benedict’s nerves just a little. He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and tried to fix his hair as best he could. It was bad enough he was bothering her so early and unannounced, he could at least look presentable. The tired eye bags would make that difficult.
Meanwhile, in the Y/L/N home, y/n’s maid was just waking up when she heard the faint sound of approaching horses. She peeled back the drawing-room drapes and saw the black Bridgerton carriage quickly approaching.
“Oh my! Miss y/n!”
She ran down the hall and up the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her. She burst through y/n’s bedroom doors, panting. Yn, having been startled awake, sat up confused. Benedict's letters were still scattered around the bed.
“What on earth? Marta, what’s happened?”
“He’s here! Mr. Bridgerton is here!” y/n’s throat went dry and she immediately sprang from the bed and rushed to the window just in time to see the carriage door come to a stop at the steps. Without a second thought, she ran as fast as she could downstairs, not even taking the time to put on shoes.
Benedict took a deep breath before reaching for the handle of the carriage. With a final rush of courage, he hopped out. At the same time, y/n appeared through the front doors and stopped at the top of the steps. She was looking down at him and suddenly he forgot everything he wanted to say. She was ethereal. The sight of Her long white nightgown and wild hair was something he had never seen before and he couldn’t get enough.
There was a silence as they waited for each other to say something. When it became clear she wasn’t going to say anything, Benedict cleared his throat.
“I'm sorry to have bothered you so early in the morning. It couldn’t wait.”
Her expression was unreadable and it further worsened his nerves.
“I realize you probably don’t want to speak with me ever again. Your ignoring of my letters made that clear enough but I couldn’t give up just yet and I think Eloise would have my head if I didn’t try one last time-”
“I wasn’t ignoring your letters.”
He paused, surprised.
“Until last night I didn’t know they even existed. My father hid them thinking they’d do more harm than good. I stayed up half the night reading them.” Her voice was soft and shaky. He clung to every word.
“Then you know. You know why I'm here. You…” he sighed in exasperation, his throat began to ache from holding back the tears he’d been fighting for so long. His voice was cracking and shaky but he couldn’t stop the words flowing from his heart.
“You are the blood in my veins and the breath in my lungs; you are my reason for living, for waking up every damn day. I hurt you so badly and I hate myself for it. I will always hate myself for it. I had the most wonderful woman in the world by my side and I threw it away. I am a weak man. I am weak but you make me strong and I am not ashamed to say that I need you. I need you, I need you, I need you and I will never not need you and I will never stop loving you. You owe me nothing. I know that. You have no reason to ever trust me again. I know that. But I’ll be damned if I don’t try-if I don’t get on my knees and beg you for one more chance. I don’t deserve it. you could turn around and leave me forever and I would not blame you. But right here, right now, I need to know- I am begging to know if there is any possible way that you still love me because I cannot spend another moment wondering. So please, my darling, my love, my life… is there any chance that you still love me too?”
They were both crying, thoughts running around their heads at the speed of light. Benedict, during his speech, had taken a few daring steps towards her and now stood at her feet, peering up into her glossy eyes. Slowly, hesitantly, y/n’s warm hand cupped his cheek, and just like that night so long ago, he leaned into its warmth. This was the first he’d ever touched her soft hands and it sent chills down his spine. His own hand reached to hold hers, keeping it from moving. She wiped away his tears with her thumb.
“ I am so ...so sorry.” His words were a mere whisper.
She was at war with herself. Trusting him again could lead to complete heartbreak once again, but could also lead to some of the happiest days of her life. Maybe a fresh start was what they needed- a second chance. But maybe it was time to set this love free.
“benedict…” his heart raced at the sound of his name on her lips,”
It would seem that I have the grave misfortune of having my heart tethered to yours. No matter how far you throw me, I'll always come back to you. It scares me.”
He frowns, the pit in his stomach growing with his anticipation. She removes her hand from his face, backing away. His heart shatters.
“I will always love you, benedict. But I cannot let you play with my heart again. I cannot risk spending the rest of my life wondering if you still love me. So, I think it best for the both of us, that we end this for good.”
“y/n please… don’t do this.” his voice cracks and she tries to stifle a sob.
“You will find someone else one day, Benedict, and you will love them so much you will forget all about me. All I ask of you is that you allow it to happen. Let me go, and learn from this. That way this pain will not have been in vain.”
“I love you…” he pleads but she shakes her head, unable to look him in the eye.
“Goodbye.” sobbing, she turns and runs back inside, into the arms of her family who watched it all happen from the window.
Benedict, with all the strength he could muster, climbs back into his carriage and leaves the Y/L/N estate for the final time.
The next few months are hard for them. The hardest thing they've ever had to go through. Benedict, especially, has trouble feeling even the slightest bit normal and it takes nearly three months before he can leave his home.
But in the end, y/n was right. Within the next few years, while the pain is still there for both of them, they are finally ready to move on.
Two years later, y/n meets someone in Italy while traveling with her brother and sister. He reminds her a lot of Benedict, which is probably why it was so easy to fall in love with him. They are married in the fall and happy lives together. Benedict is a bittersweet memory.
Benedict eventually finds himself a wife by the name of Sophie and he loves her with everything he has in him. Not forgetting y/n’s last words to him, he makes sure to never make his old mistakes.
Though they are not together, they will always love each other. Soulmates meant for another life.
A/N: here it is. thank you to everyone who has joined me during this series, i am beyond grateful and excited to bring you more in the future. I'm not too please with how I ended this part but I couldn't wait to post it. also, if you have any requests please feel free to drop them in my inbox. - Callie
Benedict rode through the night, going over his speech countless times until he was sure he could say it backward. Sleep evaded him despite the carriage being quite comfortable; His nerves and the bumpy dirt roads kept him awake. He eventually forced himself to focus on something other than the disaster of his love life and he took to sketching, as usual.
Drawing within the last few weeks was nearly impossible for him. He could never focus long enough or he was never pleased with the product. his hands never seemed to corporate. This time he tried to draw something that he thought would make him feel happy, at least for the time being. He started to draw two hands intertwined and imagined it was his and y/n, wearing wedding rings. All this did was remind him of how happy he could have been if he hadn't been so selfish.
The Y/L/N country home was a sight to behold. It overlooked a small lake surrounded by trees that provided a home to countless wildlife. The garden was home to a variety of wildflowers and shrubs with lemon trees dotted about. The front of the home was a beautiful work of masonry with climbing vines reaching up the first story and balconies decorated with even more greenery. Stone steps lead down to the lawn where the gardeners worked tirelessly on the upkeep of the statues and fountains in the middle of a circular cobbled walkway. It was a welcoming, lively home, but the sight of it made Benedict's stomach do backflips. She was so close.
The early morning sun was just beginning to peek above the horizon, illuminating the foggy countryside. The birds were chirping and roosters could be heard faintly in the distance welcoming the new day. A long inhale of the fresh morning air seemed to settle benedict’s nerves just a little. He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and tried to fix his hair as best he could. It was bad enough he was bothering her so early and unannounced, he could at least look presentable. The tired eye bags would make that difficult.
Meanwhile, in the Y/L/N home, y/n’s maid was just waking up when she heard the faint sound of approaching horses. She peeled back the drawing-room drapes and saw the black Bridgerton carriage quickly approaching.
“Oh my! Miss y/n!”
She ran down the hall and up the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her. She burst through y/n’s bedroom doors, panting. Yn, having been startled awake, sat up confused. Benedict's letters were still scattered around the bed.
“What on earth? Marta, what’s happened?”
“He’s here! Mr. Bridgerton is here!” y/n’s throat went dry and she immediately sprang from the bed and rushed to the window just in time to see the carriage door come to a stop at the steps. Without a second thought, she ran as fast as she could downstairs, not even taking the time to put on shoes.
Benedict took a deep breath before reaching for the handle of the carriage. With a final rush of courage, he hopped out. At the same time, y/n appeared through the front doors and stopped at the top of the steps. She was looking down at him and suddenly he forgot everything he wanted to say. She was ethereal. The sight of Her long white nightgown and wild hair was something he had never seen before and he couldn’t get enough.
There was a silence as they waited for each other to say something. When it became clear she wasn’t going to say anything, Benedict cleared his throat.
“I'm sorry to have bothered you so early in the morning. It couldn’t wait.”
Her expression was unreadable and it further worsened his nerves.
“I realize you probably don’t want to speak with me ever again. Your ignoring of my letters made that clear enough but I couldn’t give up just yet and I think Eloise would have my head if I didn’t try one last time-”
“I wasn’t ignoring your letters.”
He paused, surprised.
“Until last night I didn’t know they even existed. My father hid them thinking they’d do more harm than good. I stayed up half the night reading them.” Her voice was soft and shaky. He clung to every word.
“Then you know. You know why I'm here. You…” he sighed in exasperation, his throat began to ache from holding back the tears he’d been fighting for so long. His voice was cracking and shaky but he couldn’t stop the words flowing from his heart.
“You are the blood in my veins and the breath in my lungs; you are my reason for living, for waking up every damn day. I hurt you so badly and I hate myself for it. I will always hate myself for it. I had the most wonderful woman in the world by my side and I threw it away. I am a weak man. I am weak but you make me strong and I am not ashamed to say that I need you. I need you, I need you, I need you and I will never not need you and I will never stop loving you. You owe me nothing. I know that. You have no reason to ever trust me again. I know that. But I’ll be damned if I don’t try-if I don’t get on my knees and beg you for one more chance. I don’t deserve it. you could turn around and leave me forever and I would not blame you. But right here, right now, I need to know- I am begging to know if there is any possible way that you still love me because I cannot spend another moment wondering. So please, my darling, my love, my life… is there any chance that you still love me too?”
They were both crying, thoughts running around their heads at the speed of light. Three weeks’ worth of torture was bubbling to the surface, emotions boiling over the edge. Benedict, during his speech, had taken a few daring steps towards her and now stood at her feet, peering up into her glossy eyes. Slowly, hesitantly, y/n’s warm hand cupped his cheek, and just like that night so long ago, he leaned into its warmth. This was the first he’d ever touched her soft hands and it sent chills down his spine. His own hand reached to hold hers, keeping it from moving. She wiped away his tears with her thumb.
“ I am so ...so sorry.” His words were a mere whisper.
She was at war with herself. Trusting him again could lead to complete heartbreak once again, but could also lead to some of the happiest days of her life. Maybe a fresh start was what they needed- a second chance.
This. this was the benedict she knew. This benedict was hers. Oh, how she missed him.
“My benedict…” his heart soared at the sound of his name on her lips,”
It would seem that I have the grave misfortune of having my heart tethered to yours. No matter how far you throw me, I'll always come back to you. It scares me.”
He frowns the pit in his stomach growing with his anticipation.
“I have half a mind to throw you out right now. You’re lucky I don't break your nose.” he gulped, scared she may follow through.
“I know. Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't killed me yet,” he admitted. She bit her cheek to stop herself from smiling.
“I'm still making up my mind.” he stifles a laugh.
“Benedict Bridgerton you better get ready to suck up to me for the rest of your life because I will never let you live this down. I'll forgive but I will never forget.”
The air leaves his lungs in a breath he didn't know he was holding and he frantically scans her face for any sign of sarcasm or lying. But she wasn't. She gave him a small, shy smile as she watched the realization wash over him and he let out a relieved, joyous laugh. She shrieks when he grabs her by the waist and spins her around in celebration. He basks in the sweet relief of being in her embrace.
When she lands on her feet again, he pulls her into his chest, peppering her tear-stained face with grateful kisses.
“I love you, I love you, I love you. I am so sorry, my darling.” she sighs and places her hands on his chest.
“You’re lucky I love you so much. But know this,” she points a threatening finger at him, “ if you ever step so much as a toe out of line, you won't even get the chance to apologize because I will kill you.” she glared at him and he nodded, fearfully.
“I-i believe you.” and he did. She smiled in satisfaction.
“Also, I have a few demands.”
“Name it, and it's yours. I’d give you the world if I could.”
“I want two dances at every ball we attend, and you cannot complain. I would also like to see what you’re drawing when you aren't desperately trying to win me back.” He sighed, smiled, and shook his head.
“I think I could manage that.” He started to lean in for a kiss but she placed a finger to his lips.
“One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“I want a puppy.” He throws his head back in laughter.
“You may have as many puppies as you want, Darling. But may I state my own demands?” she quirks an eyebrow at him.
“You have demands?”
“Only one. And I think- I hope- you won’t find it too unreasonable.”
She furrowed her eyebrows and wondered what on earth he was trying to pull.
“I’m listening…”
He releases her from his embrace and steps back. Her eyes widen as he gets down on one knee and takes her hand in his.
“Do me the honor of becoming my wife. Will you marry me, y/n y/l/n.”
y/n, breathless, covers her mouth with her free hand in shock. Benedict looks at her nervously. But then she nods her head.
“yes..yes, yes, yes!” He doesn’t waste a moment before once again taking her in his arms and finally pressing his lips to hers, feeling like he was walking on clouds. Nothing could bring him down.
Unbeknownst to the couple, the entire staff and the y/l/n siblings are all watching from the drawing-room windows, cheering and clapping. Though, Henry was seriously considering taking a mallet to Benedict’s head.
“There's only one problem,” y/n says once they've pulled away. “My father is probably going to kill you.” okay, maybe one thing could bring him down.
-
Once they’ve both returned to London, Benedict finds that lord Y/L/N does indeed want to kill benedict. It took two Bridgerton brothers and Henry to hold him back after chasing Benedict around the garden for the last ten minutes. But finally, after two hours of separation, some mediating through Anthony and Henry, and many, many glasses of brandy- her father decided to hear her out.
It took a lot of explaining and convincing. He had a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that y/n forgave benedict after such a heinous betrayal. But she explained her love for him. she told him to think about his own love for her mother and ask himself what he would do. If he thought his wife would have forgiven him.
“Probably not, stubborn woman.”
“Papa!” y/n laughed. He chuckled.
“I guess I can see where you're coming from. Besides, I could never say no to you.” she smiled as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He pointed at her, “ this doesn't mean I like him, though.”
“I know, papa. I know.”
y/n met the Bridgertons back in the library where benedict was pacing back and forth, nervously chewing on his thumb nail. When the door opened, he stopped in his place and looked at her, praying for good news. When she smiled and nodded, he sighed in relief, running to embrace her. The brothers and Henry smiled at each other, happy to finally see their siblings back together and happy at last.
-
The wedding was held a month later. Similar to Daphne and Simon's wedding, it was small- keeping the guestlist for the ceremony exclusive to family.
Benedict stood at the altar, facing away from the doors, wringing his hands together anxiously. Anthony leaned over and nudged him.
“Alright, benny?” Benedict smiled and nodded.
“More than alright.” Anthony grinned and patted his shoulder supportively.
“You’re a lucky man.”
“Don't I know it.”
Meanwhile, just behind the chapel doors, y/n was fiddling with the lace of her dress while her maid adjusted the bouquet of pink roses. Her father sighed.
“It's not too late you know, we could always escape out the back.” y/n playfully hit her father’s shoulder.
“Papa, I know he has done plenty of wrongs but I love him. Also, I promise to make his life hell if he ever steps out of line.” she winks and he chuckles.
“That’s my girl.”
Suddenly they hear the choir begin to sing and y/n’s maid quickly places the bouquet in her hands. The doors open and her father begins to lead her down the aisle.
-
The reception wasn't flashy but it was one hell of a party. By the end of the night, London's most prestigious mamas were leaning on their husband’s shoulders after indulging in one too many glasses of champagne and lord Y/L/N was drunk enough to shake hands with benedict. So overall, a great success.
In the carriage ride to their new home just outside of London, y/n had fallen asleep against her husband’s shoulder. He couldn't take his eyes off her and he gently stroked her hair, careful not to wake her from her nap.
Luckily, she woke just before they arrived, excited to see her new home. She basically pulled Benedict out of the carriage, bursting with the energy of someone who hasn't just woken from a half-hour nap. When they got to the doorstep he scooped her up into his arms and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?” she giggled.
“Just do it. I have a surprise for you.” she giggled some more and covered her eyes with her hands, not so sneakily peeking through her fingers. When benedict stared down at her with a scolding look she quickly closed them again.
She hears the doors open and benedict walking into the foyer. He gently sets her down on her feet and grabs hold of her hands, making sure they don’t move.
“Can I look now?” she whined impatiently. He chuckles, the vibrations of his chest on her back sending chills down her spine.
“Not yet, not yet… okay...now.” he slowly pulls her hands down and she opens her eyes to see their new staff all standing in front of them. In the middle is y/n’s maid holding a plush pillow with a small spotted puppy, snoozing away on the velvet.
“Oh my goodness!”
She immediately rushes forward to see it. The puppy begins to stir, letting out a big yawn and sniffing her hand. He gives it a few kisses and she's immediately in love. “Oh, good morning, darling!” she coos, slowly picking up the sleepy boy.
“You said you wanted a puppy, so here he is. He's a dalmatian.” Benedict smiles, greatly enjoying watching his wife fawn over the little creature.
“He's perfect! Does he have a name?”
“Not yet, I thought I would let you decide.”
“Wise decision, indeed,” she joked, “ I think I'll name him Romeo, because of the little heart spot on his nose. That way, if we ever get another, we can name her Juliet!” benedict smiled, petting the puppy’s head as it began to fall back asleep in her arms.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
y/n’s maid then came over to take the puppy so they could settle in and get ready for bed. She begrudgingly handed over her new best friend after being promised that she’ll get to spend all day with him the next day. Benedict was, admittedly, a little jealous. He wraps his arms around her waist, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“If I had known I would have to share you on our honeymoon, I would have held off a few weeks.” she giggles as he plants kisses on her neck and cheek, playfully shoving him away. He twirls her around so she is facing him and she wraps her arms around his neck, diving in for a heated kiss.
“Don't worry, my love. We have all night to ourselves. Just you and me.” she reassured him, twirling a stray curl on his forehead. He grins widely.
“And then forever.” she leans her forehead against his, basking in the moment.
part 3 of “tethered hearts” is coming along nicely but slowly. I'm very excited to share it with you all. I have many ideas for after i finish tethered hearts but i would also love to see some ideas from you all! my inbox is open to anyone with a request in mind. I will write for any one <3
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