Benedict Bridgerton one-shots

Pebbles of love

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Benedict and his fiancée spend a romantic day at the beach, finding pebbles that match each other's eye colors <3

Word count: 1k

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N:

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Benedict Bridgerton had always been a lover of art and beauty, and nothing in the world was more beautiful to him than his fiancée, Y/N. Today, they had planned a rare escape from the hustle and bustle of London society—a trip to the serene coastline, where they could revel in each other's company without the watchful eyes of the ton.

The journey to the beach had been filled with lively conversation and shared laughter, their carriage rocking gently along the country roads. Benedict stole glances at Y/N as she looked out the window, the sunlight casting a warm glow on her features. Her hair, a cascade of silk, shimmered in the light, and her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

As they arrived at the beach, the salty sea breeze greeted them, tousling their hair and filling their lungs with the invigorating scent of the ocean. They discarded their shoes and socks, delighting in the sensation of the cool, damp sand beneath their feet. The beach stretched out before them, a pristine canvas of soft, golden sand and scattered pebbles, with the gentle waves lapping at the shore.

Benedict looked at Y/N, her face illuminated by the sunlight, her eyes reflecting the endless blue of the sky above. He marveled at how lucky he was to have found her. She was his muse, his inspiration, the very essence of beauty and grace. Each moment spent with her was a treasure he held close to his heart.

"This place is perfect," Y/N said, her voice filled with awe. "I've always loved the sea."

Benedict smiled, his heart swelling with love. "I thought you might," he said. "I wanted to share something special with you, away from everything else."

Y/N reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "You always know exactly what I need."

They walked along the shoreline, the rhythmic sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. They spoke of their dreams, their future together, and the adventures they hoped to share. Benedict felt a sense of peace, a certainty that with Y/N by his side, he could face anything.

"Benedict, look at this one!" Y/N exclaimed, holding up a small, smooth pebble that glistened under the sunlight. It was a pale blue, almost the exact shade of Benedict's eyes. She smiled, her heart swelling with the simple joy of the moment.

Benedict took the pebble from her hand, inspecting it. "It's beautiful," he said, his voice warm and soft. "Almost as beautiful as you."

Y/N blushed, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink that Benedict found utterly enchanting. "Well, aren't you a charmer," she said, though her smile betrayed her pleasure at his compliment.

"I try my best," Benedict replied, slipping the pebble into his pocket. He felt a warmth in his chest, a sense of completeness he had never known before her. "But now I must find one that matches your eyes."

They continued their leisurely stroll, eyes scanning the ground for the perfect stone. Benedict was determined, his artist's eye sharp as he examined each pebble they passed. The task was more than just a game; it was a way to connect, to see each other in the world around them.

As they walked, Benedict found himself lost in thought. He remembered their first meeting at one of the many Bridgerton balls, where she had captivated him with her wit and charm. He had been smitten from the moment she smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Their courtship had been a whirlwind of stolen glances, secret rendezvous, and whispered confessions of love. Every step of the journey had brought them closer, solidifying the bond they now shared.

Finally, he spotted one—a deep, rich brown, with flecks of gold that caught the light in a way that reminded him of Y/N's eyes. It was perfect, just like her.

"Here," he said, presenting his find to her with a flourish. "This one."

Y/N took the pebble, holding it up to her eyes to compare. "It's perfect," she said, her voice soft with emotion. She looked up at Benedict, her heart full. "You really think my eyes look this beautiful?"

Benedict smiled, drawing her close. "No, I don't," he said. "I think your eyes are far more beautiful, my love."

They spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, collecting pebbles and shells, laughing and talking, sharing dreams and memories. Every moment felt like a brushstroke on the canvas of their love story, vibrant and full of life. Benedict felt a profound sense of happiness as they played like children, unburdened by societal expectations.

As the sun began to set, they sat together on a large rock, watching the waves. Benedict couldn't help but reflect on how much his life had changed since meeting Y/N. She had brought color to his world, a sense of purpose and joy he had never thought possible.

"Do you know," Benedict said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I think this is my favorite place in the world now."

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder. "Because of the beach?"

Benedict shook his head, kissing the top of hers. "Because of you," he said simply. "Wherever you are, that is my favorite place."

Y/N smiled, closing her eyes and savoring the moment. "And you are mine, Benedict Bridgerton."

They continued to sit in silence, the sound of the waves mingling with the rhythm of their breaths. Benedict held her a little tighter, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his side. It was in these quiet moments that he felt the depth of his love for her, a love that was as constant and enduring as the ocean before them.

As the last light of the day faded into twilight, they stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, the pebbles they had collected lying beside them.

Benedict looked down at Y/N, her face serene in the fading light, and whispered, "You are my greatest masterpiece."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. "And you, Benedict, are my heart's truest desire."

With that, they sealed their love with a kiss, as timeless and beautiful as the sea before them.