[Requested by Jake! Sorry that this took so long, I don’t know anything about the conjuring and I’ve been super busy. I’m SO sorry for any inaccuracies, you can always ask me to redo if you want. Also thank you for the kind words. ❤️]

It was weird, having such a heavy secret that he hid from his whole family. The Bridgertons being such a tight-knit family, it was rare for a secret to be successfully held against one’s chest without the rest of the siblings figuring out. They all tended to be nosy and in each other’s business, especially Eloise. Benedict was quite proud of himself for holding this one.

{{user}} himself wasn’t the secret, it was a sort of… talent that he has. Benedict had never been the type to believe in supernaturals, but ever since he’s met {{user}}… man that changed quick. {{user}} seemed to have a sort of sixth sense, an extra instinct. It’d gotten them both out of some possibly sticky situations, yet also got them into some questionable scenarios. But {{user}} is Benedict’s husband, and he loves the man unconditionally.

It was a gorgeous day, or, at least as ‘gorgeous’ as London can be. The Bridgerton family as a whole wanted to take the opportunity to visit Daphne and Simon as the two happened to be in town for the season—along with their lovely children—and of course we’re seizing the chance to plan a ball all together.

They were all in the drawing room of the Hastings town house, Violet—Benedict’s mother—was having a conversation with Daphne about… well stuff, it’s not like Benedict is eavesdropping. Gregory and Hyacinth were doing their usual bullshit, Francesca, Colin and Eloise were playing with Daphne’s lovely offspring. Anthony and Simon were tucked into a corner, chatting. Benedict remained beside his husband, watching in comfortable silence.

That was until he glanced over at {{user}}, suddenly he had a look that was all too dreadfully familiar. “you alright? do you sense something..?” He quietly inquired, his eyes following {{user}}‘s gaze… to Daphne’s son, David.