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kennarose1108 · 12 days

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Anthony Bridgerton x Reader !CHILDHOOD ENIMES! !PART 4!

ANTHONY'S POV

She looked so stunning... Standing there nervous with her breathing heavy and staring up at him.

He saw the innocent stare on her face and he wanted nothing more but to ruin that innocence and take her as his own...

But he was a gentleman.

He couldn't just do that.

So he leaned in but stopped about an inch away. "Wh... What are you doing?" She asks him again. Anthony's other hand trailed down her arm and slowly pulled off her glove. He dropped it to the floor when it was removed he took her hand in his. "You feel it too don't you...?" He whispers.

"That feeling... The one of desire..." He whispers, his lips barely away from yours. "I could teach you so many things..." He says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Anthony... We can't..."

"Oh, but we must..." Anthony whispers right after you.

"If you don't feel the same tell me now and I'll walk away..." He says. He could tell she was at a loss for words at first before she let out a shaky breath, "I do not know what I feel..." She murmured. His fingers intertwined with hers.

God... Her bare skin felt so good against his... He wanted to touch every inch of your skin... He wanted to taste every inch of your skin.

"Tell me... Tell me how you feel. Just think about it for a moment... About the feelings you have." He says while rubbing his thumb gently over her knuckles. "Anthony w-we really... Can't." She whispers. Anthony stares at her momentarily, just taking in her scent, looks, aura... Everything. He wanted her fully in his memory before he did something that took all his strength to do...

He pulled away.

He let his fingertips leave her skin and he takes a step back. "I understand..." He nods and looks down. "No Anthony it's not... It's not like that, please... Just... It's too complicated." She says, clearly nervous and slightly desperate for him to understand. And he did. He did understand.

He nods again and looks up at her, "I understand Y/N. I am a gentleman. I will not force you to do something you are not comfortable doing." He says with a soft smile.

"It's not that I..." She starts but stops herself. There was a moment of silence between the two, them just staring at one another and both contemplating on what to do next. Finally, Anthony spoke up, "Let's go back to the carriage." He says while shrugging off his jacket. "Here, we'll have to run." He says with a smirk while giving her his jacket. She took it and raised it over her head to shield herself from the rain as they both ran back to the carriage. The carriage ride home was silent other than her telling him to take her straight home.

Once they got to her home she went to hand him her jacket but Anthony put his hand up to stop her, "Keep it for now. Use it to get inside the house. I'm sure we'll be seeing one another again sweetheart." He says with a wink. She blushes slightly but doesn't say anything before leaving the carriage.

Anthony watched as she quickly ran inside her home and he sighed. He wanted her so badly... But he couldn't have her. Not yet anyway.

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A couple of weeks went by and Anthony had done his best to try and ignore her and ignore his feelings and focus on Kate. He got fitted for a tux, and they picked out a wedding cake flavor and where to have the wedding.

But the thought of her still lingered in his mind...

And now tonight was another ball and he knew he'd be seeing her again... He swallowed his pride and went to the ball. Anthony and Kate entered the ball arm-in-arm with big smiles on their faces... That was until he saw her.

She looked stunning, as always, but she looked upset. She was sitting by herself and looking at the people dancing... She seemed to not want to be there.

After a few minutes, Anthony peeled away from Kate walked over to her, and sat beside her. "For such a stunning lady you surely do have such a sad frown," Anthony says. She turns her head and glares at him and he chuckles softly, "And such a piercing glare..." He murmurs under his breath.

She turns away and sighs, "My mother has been on me for days... And because I've been avoiding her and her suitors none want to court me anymore. So now she's on me even more." Her gaze fell down as she spoke. "I just wish to be free... Is that too much to ask?" She says while turning her head towards him. He could see tears in her eyes and it broke his heart.

He wanted nothing more but to pull her into his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright... But he couldn't. Not here at least.

"Would you like to take a stroll with me in the garden? To get away?" Anthony suggests. "I don't think that's allowed..." She says but she was clearly intrigued by this idea. "Who cares?" Anthony chuckles. He then stands up and holds his arm out to her, "I would enjoy your company." He says with a smile. She hesitates before taking his arm. He leads her out into the garden and they walk around in the dimly lit garden arm-in-arm and just in silence.

It was a comfortable silence. But finally, Anthony decided to speak up, "I know you hate getting dressed up... But you truly look beautiful." Anthony says with a charming smile. She smiles back, "Thank you..." She says.

Anthony then clears his throat, "I would like to apologize for my actions a few weeks ago." They both stop as he continues, "It was ungentlemanly and I shouldn't have been so forceful on you..." Anthony says. She shakes her head, "Anthony... I told you that's not what I meant by we can't I..." She says before sighing.

"Listen... I just... I don't understand my own feelings and I don't want to ruin anything with you and your fiancé..." She explains. "Y/N... I won't shy away from my feelings." Anthony says while pulling his arm out of her grip.

"I want you." He says. She shakes her head, "No... You can't." He steps forward, "Oh, but I can." He says, his arm snaking around her waist. "I know you feel the same... The way your breath hitches when we touch, the way your face blushes when I do a kind gesture for you... I know you feel the same." He says, repeating himself at the last part.

"It doesn't matter what I feel..." She says with a heavy breath. "To me it does..." He whispers, his lips just inching towards hers.

But then a bush rustled near them causing her to gasp and both of them turned to the sound. But, luckily, it was just a bunny running through a bush. She lets out a sigh of relief and pulls back. "Anthony... This is wrong... W-We can't..." She says while shaking her head. "We cannot deny our feelings for one another..." Anthony says and she sighs and turns to walk away. He quickly follows after her.

He calls her but she ignores him as they walk back into the ball, she hurries up the stairs, trying to get away from him. She goes into a room, which seems to be the library in the manor, and tries to shut the door in his face but he grabs the door and makes his way inside. She backs up until her back hits a table in the room.

"We can't..." She says. "We must." He answers back.

"Anthony it's wrong." She says with a huff. "Since when has love been so wrong?" He answers. She scoffs, "Now you claim to love me?"

"I have always loved you!" He says, a little bit too loudly. "Since we were children... I have always loved you." He says, his voice barely above a whisper. She stares at him with a sad stare, "You are to be married..." She whispers.

"I will leave her." He says quickly. Her eyes widened, "You cannot!" She says. "But I can." He says back. "Your reputation will be ruined! You cannot!" He then grabs her hips and pulls her close to him.

"I. Don't. Care. I want you. My heart aches for you... I only want you." He says in a low and seductive, but sincere, tone of voice... They stare at one another, both of their breaths heavy and their hearts yearning for one another...

She then grabbed the collar of his shirt before yanking him forward and kissing him passionately.

PART 5?

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 4 months

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Do you guys kNOW how excited I am for healthy domestic kanthony? Kate nervous but determined to support Francesca and Eloise during the season, Anthony in the back like *thumbs up* no, you've got this babe! Kate going to Violet for advice on being viscountess, Anthony paying Edwina's dowry and being just generally way chiller and calmer then ever, Kate forcing Anthony to let her help him with his duties? It's going to ruin me.

#imagine how tired of him benedict and colin are #“well brothers when you find the perfect woman like i have-”#“oH MY GOD SHUT up”#kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kanthony #francesca bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #violet bridgerton #edwina sharma #bridgerton #melissa og #melissa on bridgerton

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myficprompts · 1 month

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what about a s2 kanthony au where it’s near the start of the season (maybe before the races?) anthony intends to send flowers to edwina to show how he’s a great suitor to consider but as he’s advising what to put on the card (either himself writing it at the florist or what he’s telling his butler or whoever), he’s distracted because he’s thinking of kate and how to best her or something and because he’s distracted, he advises the flowers are to be for Miss Kate Sharma.

And it’s the first bouquet that Kate ever received and she’s confused because isn’t he trying to court her sister but he put such a sweet note and she’s softened by it. She assumes it’s purpose was to soften her to garner favor with Edwina but she still appreciates her first bouquet and it’s proper that she thanks him regardless. then at the races, Kate approaches him and thanks him for them and Anthony is just like ???? Flowers?

And Kate’s like “yes my lord, the bouquet you sent to me at lady danbury’s house this morning? The Lillies and tulips?”

And he’s like “oh! Oh yes. Yes. Those flowers. That I sent to you. Yes. Of course. You’re welcome.”

And that’s when his plans for the season change.

#bridgerton #kanthony #kanthony au #bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #bridgerton fic prompt #kanthony fic prompt #i just imagine Kate being flattered and softened by it but also ocnfused #because it’s her first bouquet #and next time she sees anthony at a ball or the races or something she thanks him #and he’s like uhhh what #and she’s like the flowers??? the bouquet you sent me???#and he’s like oh yes yes the flowers that I sent that were for you yes of course

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allthebestnamesweretaken · 2 months

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Bridgerton Rankings no one asked for:

1. George & Charlotte - she said “I will stand with you between the heavens and the earth, I will tell you where you are” and I haven’t been the same since

2. Kate and Anthony - talk about YEARNING!!! Someone teach the men how to yearn again, this season can be apart of the course

3. Lady Danbury and Lord Ledger - was he a bit old? Yes. Do I still ship it bc someone finally saw her?? Also yes

4. Lord and Lady Bridgerton- we didn’t get to see them, but the way she still loves him so deeply tells me everything I need to know about their relationship

*literally everyone on the cast list including extras*

-10000000000. Daphne and Simon - she literally SAd him and not enough people talk about it

I’m not a big fan of what’s coming next season, but Colin Bridgerton better be BEGGING ON HIS KNEES for Miss Penelope Featherington! 😤

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motherlyhearth-blog · 2 years

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Bridgerton Incorrect Quotes

*Everyone is playing a board game together* Anthony: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. Kate: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. Colin: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. Penelope: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. Anthony: *flips the board*

#polin #polin incorrect quote #bridgerton #bridgerton incorrect quotes #kanthony #date night #i imagine

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lowkeyfalleninlove · 4 months

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It’s a crime against humanity that we didn’t get to see Anthony and Kate get married. Like WHYY??? LET ME SEE!!! LET ME IN!!!

#bridgerton #kathani sharma #anthony bridgerton #kanthony #I NEED MY MARRIED BBYS #I WILL NOT SETTLE FOR THE ANTHONYS IMAGINATION #THAT WAS NOT A WEDDING!!#bridgerton s2

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anthonybrxdgerton · 7 months

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i completely respect an actors choice to step away from a project but IMAGINE: S2 where Simon, as the godson to lady D and the closest male relation (plus a duke to boot) takes on the responsibility of male protection for kate/edwina. meaning he get revenge on anthony when he starts courting edwina and also immediately figures out hes in love with kate. once anthony and kate are engaged he makes a point to chaperon & keep them from doing the hanky panky pre wedding

Simon would have put the end to Anthony's stupidity as soon as he had the chance, let's be honest here. And Kate and Anthony would give him a run for his money while sneaking out unchaperoned until Simon threatens to borrow the cane from his godmother. Not that it stops them, they're just getting more creative.

This ask inspired me to write something short, hope you enjoy that!

Simon shakes his head in disbelief as he observes his oldest friend continuously embarrassing himself whenever he is in Kate’s presence. The sight of Miss Edwina, completely oblivious to her surroundings as she gazes adoringly at Anthony, who only has eyes for her sister, causes Simon to narrow his eyes and sigh with defeat.

Later that evening, Simon takes Anthony to Mondrich’s club, where he listens with growing irritation as his friend recounts their day together, focusing solely on the eldest Miss Sharma. Simon shakes his head, trying to bite down the annoyance. There is only one way to make Anthony see reason and stop the impending disaster Simon can see happening, and he knows he needs to stay calm.

“You’re doing a phenomenal job of making her fall in love with you,” Simon remarks nonchalantly, feigning disinterest as he surveys the establishment. “I assume you’ve had a change of heart regarding a love match? I am proud of you, old friend.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Simon notices Anthony freeze, setting down the drink he was about to consume. Simon hides his smirk behind a mask of indifference.

Hook.

“What are you talking about?” Anthony’s voice is full of warning and Simon snickers inside. Oh, this shall be good.

He makes a big show of pretending he doesn’t hear him until Anthony is forced to repeat the question. “Oh, come on, Bridgerton, no need to be modest here! Miss Edwina can barely tear her eyes away from you, blushing every time you so much as look at her. And you are the only thing she wants to discuss, too,” Simon adds with a smirk. “Just the other night, she was telling us how deeply in love you must be, courting her so ardently and inviting her to Aubrey Hall so early. Miss Sharma and I were all ears.”

Anthony pales with each word until his hands are shaking.

Line.

Simon feels guilty for causing his friend such distress and for embellishing the truth. In reality, it wasn’t Miss Edwina who confided in him; it was Kate who approached him with her concerns, troubled by Edwina’s infatuation with the viscount. Simon promised Kate to help Anthony see reason and do everything in his power to prevent the courtship from progressing, all without causing any scandal. After all, Anthony’s desire for a loveless marriage didn’t align with Edwina’s dreams.

He repeats that to himself to appease his conscience as he takes a deep breath, preparing to deliver the final blow.

“Miss Edwina believes she has found a love match with you,” Simon says, hoping to shock Anthony into reconsidering his ill-conceived plan.

Anthony’s eyes widen in a mix of shock, horror, and concern, leaving Simon uncertain of his true emotions. Nevertheless, Simon knows that this revelation is necessary for Anthony to abandon his ill-thought-out plan.

“I do not— this is not a love match,” Anthony hisses angrily after a while, downing his drink in one gulp. “You know this, Hastings. Miss Edwina must be mistaken.”

“Ah, but she believes otherwise,” Simon counters. “Miss Sharma and I tried to persuade her to give other suitors a chance, but she is already eagerly anticipating a proposal. She hopes for it to be as romantic as possible, Bridgerton, complete with a declaration of your undying love.”

Anthony’s jaw drops, and he swallows hard, vigorously shaking his head in disbelief.

Sinker.

Simon drinks his whiskey in peace, knowing his friend well enough to trust his judgment, even if what he had just said wasn’t entirely true. Sometimes, it was better for Anthony to remain blissfully unaware, Simon thinks. As much as it pains him to admit it, Anthony’s plan for a loveless marriage isn’t as uncommon as one might think — most marriages among the ton are business arrangements. However, Anthony’s plan had a flaw— he had chosen to pursue a woman who believed in love.

So, Simon might have lied a little about Edwina’s attachment. He and Kate know that Edwina likes Anthony, but she is not in love with the viscount — both Kate and Simon agree with that assessment, knowing that Edwina’s admiration will not turn into anything more if Anthony shifts his interest elsewhere.

Lost in his thoughts, Simon was interrupted by Anthony’s hesitant voice —a tone he had never heard from his friend before.

“I should have listened to Kate. She was right all along,” Anthony muttered to himself.

Simon’s eyes narrow. Kate? Since when is Anthony on the first name basis with Miss Sharma, the sister of the woman he’s courting?

However, Anthony’s nervously drumming fingers and glassy eyes’ prevent Simon from questioning him at that moment. But as soon as Bridgerton announces his intention to end the courtship and leaves the club to do so, Simon knows that he will have to have another conversation with his brother-in-law.

This time, it would be about the other Sharma sister.

He feels a dull ache in his temple and purses his lips. Only his best friend can give him a migraine without even trying.

God Almighty, Simon thinks, massaging his temples as the server pours him another drink, Bridgerton will only complicate his life even more now, won’t he?

And as Simon stares out the window, he can’t help but think about how Anthony seems to care more about Kate than Edwina. The fact that Kate blushed when Anthony complimented her dress earlier that day only adds to Simon’s headache.

He will have to keep them away from each other, right? He clenches his jaw at the thought and thinks about asking Daphne about her opinion.

Simon sighs as he stands up to go home, thinking about how much more suited Kate is for Anthony and how she would fit the role of Lady Bridgerton.

He pauses, considering. Now there’s an idea.

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #simon hastings #kate sharma #kanthony #writing #my writing #fanfiction #oh i wish this happened in season 2 #imagine the friendship between kate and simon #the unstoppable duo

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arosesstorm · 2 years

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colin bridgerton serie

ep nine - s2

words count: :/ fem reader! x Colin Bridgerton

warning: friends to lovers trope

summary: y/n Dayton and Colin Bridgerton were friends and they swore they'd always be but it takes a great deal of bravery to love someone, more to keep loving them when it hurts the most.

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

That evening the Bridgertons had just entered the hall of the Hamiltons’ manor, a respectable, for the most, family of the ton.

It was the third ball of the season and everyone was shaken by curiousness since even if the season had already started, the queen still had to chose her diamond.

That night in particular was special because the Queen decided to participate, triggering the gossip of the ton.

"I shall marry the diamond, brother" Anthony spoke, his eyes hard as he inspected the ton.

"we’ll be happy to introduce y/n to our family then" Benedict spoke as Colin’s head flew to the direction of his brothers "what?".

"Stop now, you three" Lady Bridgerton spoke, dismissing her sons with a hand gesture, "we must look collected, since THE VISCOUNT DECIDED TO TAKE WIFE THIS SEASON".

Her words getting louder as a turbine of girls made their way toward the viscount.

Colin had moved towards Eloise as he whispered to her "you really think y/n is going to be the diamond?".

The younger looked amused as she answered: "I don’t know, I believe she really doesn’t need it since half of the men here are desperate to even cross eyes with her".

Colin felt like throwing up.

"You still haven’t talked to her?" Eloise asked seen his brother sudden loss for words, (Colin always knew what to reply).

"I’m finding it difficult, she won’t speak to me".

El nodded her head, suggesting "maybe try harder?".

But Colin needed no pushes, he knew how to get to a woman, even better, how to get to her.

Y/n’s eyes were shining under the enormous chandelier as she was bowing to her dance partner: "thank you mr Byron, it has been lovely".

The man promised to return with a glass of cold lemonade when she let her guard down.

Appearing behind her, Colin touched her elbow softly, his fingers trailing down y/n’s arm as she looked startled.

"Mr Bridgerton" she muttered but Colin had already snatched y/n’s carnet from her wrist and was writing his name.

"just in time, it looks like I’ve occupied the last blank space of your carnet, mrs y/n".

His tone was playful but her gaze was making him unsure.

Either way, she was trapped now.

When he took her by the hand, making their way to the dance floor, he was determined to make things right.

The music had just started when he spoke nonchalantly: "you look angry".

Y/n huffed witch made Colin smile slightly, he had shoot a great shot.

"That is because I am mr Bridgerton".

"And why may I ask?"

"You tricked me into a dance I didn’t want to have".

Colin shook his head as he replied "so you prefer to not give me an explanation to why you suddenly seem to deny me of your friendship?".

Y/n took a step forward, her face mere inches from Colin’s, but there was no love in it, only pure and impetuous rage.

"My friendship must have departed with you on that ship"; her voice was stern and her mouth dry.

Colin was startled but he kept on speaking any way: "I see you are holding a grudge".

Y/n smiled, distancing herself enough from the man as she twirled, "oh no my lord, I have no intention of wasting any more of my feelings on you, not even anger".

Now Colin couldn’t help but feel hurt as he replied stern "yet you seem to use it so well on me".

"What I may seem or seem not to you is nothing of my concern Colin", they got closer again, their hands meeting up as they slowly covered their faces, only to travel down towards the floor.

She could feel his breath on her cheeks, which made her the more flustered.

When y/n spoke again, her voice was much softer "you left to never look back".

"I did write you, countless of times".

"It was not enough" Y/n exclaimed, a bit too loud than acceptable.

"Your words didn’t fill your absence" the music coming to a stop as she declared "so I learned to fill it differently".

The man was looking at her, maybe for the first time in his life; she was indeed beautiful, even when she was furious, even when she was threatening to abandon him.

Has she really always been this beautiful?

"Goodbye, Colin".

There were two things Colin knew in that moment: one, she was far from feeling nothing for him and two, he needed her to feel something for him.

ep eight <- -> ep ten

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lagaans · 2 months

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picked up the viscount who loved me from the library only 4 days ago and its rocking my world i have to say also i'm already more than halfway done with it

#i do love that i saw the show first bc then i get to imagine brown kate and edwina and my brain finds it mostly not that hard to ignore all #the blonde blue eyed descriptions. for kate its kind of depends on the scrne but whatever that aside yeah it slaps. i may consider reading #the first one and see if its also enjoyable for me but mostly this is fulfilling the hole left when the s2 kanthony cut person deleted their #post w the google drive folder :/#oh and the fact that im speedrunning this is comforting me like i really haven't lost my inner child avid reader she's just stifled by our #evil fast paced american capitalist lifestyle

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margowritesthings · 2 years

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stay with me (anthony bridgerton x kate sharma)

pairing: Kanthony

warnings: blood, injury, gunshot wound, risk of death, angst?

word count: 2.3k

anon asked: I know that you’re taking Bridgerton prompts and I was wondering if you could do a Kanthony prompt where Anthony gets hurt? And Kate gets shaken up by it. We always get prompts of Anthony mother henning everyone (and I love it). But I’d love to see Kate in That role with Anthony.

A peaceful silence had fallen over Bridgerton House, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner and occasional page turn of Kate’s book.

These moments were rare when you had three children, especially at ages 12, 10, and 5, but luckily for Kate and the deliciously intriguing book she had been trying to read for months now, the boys were visiting their cousins at My Cottage, due back at any moment, and Anthony had taken Charlotte into town for some father daughter time.

Kate smiled to herself at the thought of Anthony and Charlotte, her eyes scanning over the words on the page but nothing really registering as she pictured the two of them together. Of course, the Viscount loved all his children dearly (and equally, he might add), but something happened the day Charlotte was born. He might have burned for Kate, adored her and worshipped her, but anyone could see his true soulmate was his daughter.

And Kate didn’t mind one bit, she thought, starting the same page over again.

The smiled remained on her lips as she finally allowed herself to fall back into the world bound between the leather in her hands. The peace settled around her for a moment, then shuddered as a distant thump, then crash, then voices were heard coming from the floor below.

A soft laugh fell from Kate’s lips. The boys must be back.

She waited to hear their Governess, usually not too far behind a crash of this sort, and bet herself a new book that the name she would shout next would be Miles.

The voices below grew louder, but Kate couldn’t seem to figure out what exactly they were saying. She closed her book and put it on the table beside her, straightening her skirts as she stood and headed out of the door.

As she opened it, the chaos seemed to grow much more intense, the harsh energy popping the serene bubble Kate had constructed over the afternoon. Her brows knitted together with a tight worry that reached right down to the pit of her stomach. Something wasn’t right.

Her feet picked up pace and before Kate knew it she was at the top of the stairs, the floor falling from beneath her as her gaze fell onto the scene.

Two footmen held Anthony up, who was crying out in pain. He seemed to leave a trail of blood from the door to the stairs and his skin was white as a sheet.

“Anthony!” Kate shrieked, her feet somehow making their way down the stairs to bring her to her husband. Her hands landed onto his cheeks and her eyes scanned his features. There was so much pain in his eyes, so much fear that she wondered if she might ever remove this image from being etched behind her eyelids.

“Ka-argh!” Anthony cried out again, doubling over in pain. Kate felt a panic of guilt that her name passing from his lips could ever cause such pain, and shushed him gently.

“It’s okay… it’s okay, don’t talk.” She softly demanded, before a more immense panic than Kate had ever felt in her life struck her in the stomach and she looked frantically to the footman to Anthony’s left.

“Where’s Charlotte?!”

“In the gardens, my lady. Mrs. Crompton took her away as soon as they returned. She’s fine.”

Slight relief washed over Kate, but only very briefly as Anthony cried out once more.

“We need to get him laid down, my lady…” The footman pressed, dragging Kate painfully back to the room.

Her eyes darted around the room, as if a bed might magically appear in front of her. Think, Kate. Get back in the room, Kate.

“Bring him to our bedchambers and call a doctor. Now.” She barked, her authoritative tone coming from God only knows where. The two footmen nodded and complied, another hurrying to help carry the Viscount up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Kate followed closely behind, each whimper of pain another stab to her heart as her beloved was laid down on what she prayed to anyone who would listen wasn’t his final place of rest. This was their marriage bed, and yet his blood was seeping into the mattress at a rate Kate had never seen before.

“He’s loosing a lot of blood.”

“The Doctors on his way.”

“I have informed the doorman to send masters Edmund and Miles to the dowager Viscountess along with Miss Charlotte.”

“We need towels, immediately!”

“My lady, you’re white as a sheet, do you want to step outside for a moment?”

The words swam around Kate like some sickly medicine, though nothing seemed to actually make it through to registering properly. She sunk to her knees beside Anthony as his shirt got ripped away from his back to reveal more blood than she had ever seen in her life. Kate felt a horrifying energy bounce around her being as she sunk to her knees beside Anthony. He grabbed her hand and Kate felt how slick and sweaty he was.

“Kate…” he was weak. Weaker than Kate had ever heard and it wrenched a sob from her throat.

“Don’t speak, darling. Save your strength…” she squeezed his hand once and tried her hardest to smile reassuringly at her husband, but the tears falling down her cheeks gave her away terribly.

“What happened?!” She demanded to one of the men in the room, the only one not milling around trying to make Anthony as comfortable as possible.

“I believe it was a thief, my lady. He had a gun and the Viscount was hurt getting Miss Charlotte out of the way. We lost them exploring the alleyways of the city, I am so sorry.”

Kate shut her eyes to help quell the intense gut punch she felt at that moment. Of course he did this protecting their daughter.

“It isn’t your fault. Thank you.”

She nodded the man away, who left the room in a hurry to do whatever it was everyone else was at that moment. Something helpful, she assumed, though her mind would not allow her to consider what.

They were alone in the room now, Anthony’s head falling to the side as he fought to stay awake.

“You stay with me, Anthony Bridgerton, or I swear I’ll kill you myself.” She said to him through gritted teeth, though Anthony knew better than to respond with anything other than a weak smile.

It should have helped, but if anything the smile reminded Kate of every other time he had smiled at her in their time together, and how different this was.

Kate looked down to his wound, which was still bleeding profusely in a way that even Kate knew couldn’t be sustained much longer. She was panicking, hard, watching the other half of her heart as his life seemed to flicker away, and all she could do was cry and plead. She felt helpless. Damn useless.

“Kate, darling…” Anthony said weakly. Kate pressed a hand to his cheek and tried her best to muster a smile.

“Don’t talk, my love…”

“But I-“

“Please… Whatever it is, you can tell me when this is all over, can’t you?”

Anthony didn’t seem to have the energy to argue. He seemed to slump back into his pillow, his eyes starting to flutter close. Kate frantically stood, gripping his arm.

“Anthony? Anthony! You have to stay awake, darling, please…” Kate pleaded, shaking his arm as lightly as her panic would allow. Just then, the footmen returned, with three of the ton’s best doctors in tow.

“I don’t think he’s breathing!” Kate cried, getting as close to she could to the front doctor without letting go of her husband’s arm.

“Get her out of here!” One of the doctor’s barked, as two footmen stepped towards Kate. She was crying freely now, though how she held enough composure to step back and shout “No!” was beyond her.

“My lady, we must insist-“

“I can’t… I can’t leave him.”

It seemed absolutely impossible to part herself from his side, terrified that if she left this room now, when she returned the world may never be the same again.

The doctors had already got to work, though through the flurries of bodies Kate couldn’t say exactly what it was they were doing.

“There is nothing more you can do, my lady…” One of the men gently told her, clearly trying his absolute hardest to get through what must have been one hell of a day of work.

All the fight left in Kate’s body seemed to dissipate. She could no longer see her husband for the bodies around him, may well have seen him for the last time living and breathing, and now she was being pulled out of the room like a limp rag doll.

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The nexts minutes, hours, days (Kate couldn’t seem to decide which) passed by in agony. Kate stayed by the door, ignoring all offerings for refreshments or places to sit. It had to be a good sign that they were still in there. No doctor would spend so long on a corpse… That was what Kate told herself, at least, over and over again until the words lost their meaning entirely and echoes around her mind like some morbid songbird.

After an eternity and a half, the door handle twisted and the head surgeon appeared. Kate had always been good at reading people, but her powers seemed depleted on this man, keeping the awful suspense hanging in the air like a swarm of bees.

“The Viscount is stable, my lady. Though he has lost a lot of blood and will need to rest for many months, he is stable.”

It was a feeling unlike any other Kate had experienced. Her breath caught in her throat, before letting out the longest sigh of her life. She hadn’t realised when she had started crying, nor when her head fell to her hands. She felt the relief in her knees, in her blood, in her palms. She felt the gratitude to every being she had sent prayer in every inch of her soul.

She may have spoken to the doctor, but she really couldn’t say what, pushing past him to find Anthony laid in bed, a bandage wrapped all around his stomach. Even like this, with half his blood soaked into their mattress, Kate couldn’t help but notice how the shadows flirted with each and every crevice of his body, embracing each defined muscle.

“Kate…” He whispered softly, though the sound rang through to Kate’s ears perfectly. Someone had already taken the precaution of bringing a chair to Anthony’s bedside, which Kate rushed to, grabbing Anthony’s hand.

It felt warm, and a part of Kate seemed to return to her. She knew from experience what holding the hand of a dead man was like, and never wanted to know again. Anthony’s hands were always so warm that she was quite certain anything else might kill her.

“My love…” Kate whispered, leaning so close to Anthony that her breath danced on his ear. The remaining doctors finished packing their instruments, nodded to both Kate and Anthony and left, leaving the two of them alone.

“I thought-“

“I know… Me too.” Anthony rubbed Kate’s knuckles with his thumb reassuringly. He adjusted his position, flinching as he did so.

“Can I help?” Kate asked, fluffing Anthony’s pillow slightly under him.

“Can you heal bullet wounds?” He responded, eyebrow raising ever so slightly. Of course he was vexing her, even now. Kate pursed her lips, making no attempt to hide to amusement in her expression as she scrunched her nose.

Anthony grinned back cheekily, knowing full well that this was, at the very least, one of the only times Kate Bridgerton would ever let him get away with such comments.

There was a moment of comfortable silence as they simply looked at each other. They took in each and every sight there was to see, Anthony counting Kate’s eyelashes, Kate greeting every mark or freckle on Anthony’s face like a friend she could never have seen again.

“Will you join me?” Anthony whispered, looking over to the empty spot on the bed beside him.

“Are you quite mad?” Kate spluttered, her eyes wide.

“Not like that, you minx…” Anthony teased, wiggling his eyebrows, “Only you, Kate Bridgerton, would come onto me while I have a bullet in my side.”

Kate’s lips parted into a tiny O. She almost whacked him on the arm, as she had done any other time he’d had the audacity, but present injuries prevented Kate’s usual retort.

“I didn’t-“

“Just sit with me, Kate. I’m not too fragile I can’t handle you, I promise.”

Anthony chose not to point out how many times Kate had said the very same thing to him.

The fight between head and heart was a short one for Kate, but in her defence, it had been an emotional day. She walked around the bed and crawled in beside Anthony, careful to curve herself away from the wounded area. Her head rested on his shoulder, forehead fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck. It seemed a little cliche, but they really did just fit.

“Is Charlotte okay?”

Kate nodded.

“The children are all with your mother. They’re fine.”

“Thank God…”

Kate nodded once more, inhaling deeply to try to fill her lungs for the first time in what felt like days.

“Don’t ever do this to me again…” Kate warned, though near the end her words seemed to lose their conviction towards the end.

“I promise…” Anthony replied, his voice barely a whisper. They were both drifting to sleep, entwined in the comfort that it was going to be okay.

And he kept his promise. Anthony Bridgerton never got shot again.

#kathony #kanthony fanfic #anthony bridgerton x kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfic #margofiore

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kennarose1108 · 18 days

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Anthony Bridgerton x Reader !CHILDHOOD ENIMES! !PART 3!

Y/N'S POV

It was a weird feeling. The feeling you felt when you left Anthony on the dance floor, you didn't know what it was. You've never felt it before, especially not towards him. It felt like there were butterflies in your stomach and your head felt dizzy.

You didn't know what it was and you tossed and turned in bed that night and hardly got any sleep as you fought with your feelings with Anthony.

You probably only got a maximum of three hours of sleep last night before your maid woke you up and got you ready for the day. When you came downstairs it was oddly noisy and when you went into the living room you saw your mother and room full of men.

"Um... What's going on...?" You ask. Your mother beams at you and walks over, "All of these men are here to see you." She says with a grin. You were too tired to hide the disgust on your face before you turned and started walking towards the front door. "Where are you going?!" Your mother called out.

"To the Bridgerton's!" You yelled back before leaving and slamming the door behind you.

You walked over to the Bridgerton's which didn't help your tiredness at all. You knocked on their front door and the butler answered and he quickly allowed you inside. "Is Daphne here?" You asked the butler. "No, only Lord Bridgerton." The butler says while folding his hands behind his back.

You sighed, "Anthony's here?" You murmured, he just nodded. "I'll be in the living room, probably napping." You say and you left before getting any acknowledgement from the butler. But not even five minutes after resting in the living room of the Bridgerton's you heard a voice behind you.

"Why are you here?" You sigh at the voice, it was Anthony's. "I'm hiding from my mother and her room full of men." You say with an annoyed roll of your eyes.

You glance at Anthony when he doesn't say a word and you can see his eyes are narrowed like he was upset. "What...?" You murmured. He cleared his throat and walked over to you, "Nothing. Just thinking." He says. "How would you feel about going to the park with me? I need a breath of fresh air and I would like some company." He says while holding a hand out to you so he could help you stand up.

You narrow your eyes, "And what will I get out of this?" You ask. "A lovely stroll with a handsome man." He teases. You stare up at him and he sighs, "Your mother will come looking for you, will she not? If we are gone then she surely cannot harass you any further." He says with a slight smirk on his face.

You glare up and him before sighing dramatically, "I hate it when you Bridgerton's are right." You murmured before taking his hand and he helped you to your feet. You felt a shockwave go through your body when your hands touched, it was different from last night. You quickly pull your hand away and clear your throat, "We must be on our way then." You say while looking down and quickly walking away.

The carriage ride to the park was silent, which you didn't mind... But you could tell Anthony was getting antsy. He was bouncing his leg up and down and glancing back and forth between outside the carriage and at you.

You let out a deep and annoyed sigh before caving in and asking him, "What's wrong?" You ask. "Nothing, nothing..." He murmurs before glancing out the window again before back at you.

"So um... What did you mean last night when you said 'I'm not interested in anyone'?" Anthony asks. "I don't wish to be married." You say while looking out the window.

"Ever?" He asks. "Well, not ever. Just... Not now." You say while playing with your fingers nervously. "You should understand out of everyone Anthony. Before your fiancé, you never wished to marry unless it was out of convenience." You say, finally looking over at him.

He just simply gives you a nod and looks down, like he is uncomfortable. Finally, the carriage stopped and Anthony was quick to get out. You sigh, thinking what you said scared him off and feeling slightly guilty about it as it was a touchy subject.

You went to leave the carriage but stopped as you saw Anthony holding his hand out to you, waiting to help you. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat and took his hand. His touch was delicate but strong, strong enough to keep you up if you fell but delicate of one of a gentlemen.

You stepped out of the carriage and looked up at him, "Thank you... Anthony." You say. You then realized your hands were still holding onto one another's and you pulled your hand away.

You both begin walking in the park. "So... I notice you do not call me 'my lord' or any formalities," Anthony says. "I've known you since we were children Anthony. I will call you as I see fit." You answer with a smirk. He chuckles, "Understood." He nods.

"So... How did you meet Kate?" You ask. "I was courting her sister and our love just... Blossomed." Anthony says. You chuckle, "You were courting her sister? Oh, how typical of you Anthony." He looks at you with a confused look, "'Typical of me'? What does that mean?" He asks. "Just you keeping up your title of a rake." You teased. "A rake?" He says with a small laugh, "I am not a rake... Anymore." He murmured the last part.

You chuckle softly.

You both spent a long time walking, talking, and even sharing a few laughs. You both have never had such a wonderful time with one another. Finally you decided to ask the question you've wanted to ask the entire time...

"What does it feel like to be in love?" You ask. He stops in his tracks and looks at you curiously, "Why are you asking me this?" You stop as well and let out a shaky breath. "I am simply curious..." You lied... You wanted to know if this feeling you had for Anthony was love or just another form of hatred.

He takes in a deep breath and thinks for a moment. "It feels like... Like you can't breathe when they are near." He starts, "Like... You get butterflies whenever you think of them... Butterflies so brutal you can't sleep or eat." He inches closer.

"You long for them. You desire them." Closer... Your breath hitches. "It feels like... The whole world stops spinning when they're there." He was now merely an inch from you. Your breathing was heavy as you stared into his eyes.

"Not to mention the sexual desires you hold for that person..." He whispers and you nearly let out a groan of pleasure. "It's almost suffocating." He murmurs.

You both stand there, your breath heavy and your eyes on each other. "Anthony I..." You start but then a loud crash fills the sky. You both look up and see the sky, just clear and blue a few moments ago, is now grey and cloudy. "I think it's going to-" Anthony was interrupted by another crash and suddenly a downpour of rain pouring on them both.

You gasp sharply, as does Anthony. "Hurry! Under the gazebo!" You yell while pointing across the land. You and Anthony ran to the gazebo and you couldn't help but let out giggles like you were a little girl, so carefree and full of joy. When you both finally made it under the gazebo you can't help but let out a loud laugh. You hunch over slightly and laugh and Anthony watches you in amazement. A big grin appears on his face and he too, starts to laugh.

You both stand there in a fit of laughter before it starts to die down, "Why are we laughing?" Anthony asks. "Because it's so fitting, isn't it? Such a perfect day ruined by lousy weather." You say while shaking off some of the rain off your arms. "I do not think it was ruined. A day such as this one cannot be ruined by such things." He says while getting closer to you.

"It has been a perfect day... Hasn't it?" He asks in a low tone of voice. "Yes... It has." You say with a grin. He slowly reaches forward and tucks some of your wet hair behind your ear, "Even soaked you still look stunning..." He says softly. "Simply stunning..." He whispers.

"Anthony..." You mumble. His hand goes from behind your ear to trailing the side of your jaw. He then cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

"W... What are you doing?" You ask.

"What I should have done years ago..." He says in a low and soft tone of voice.

He then leans closer...

PART 4

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myficprompts · 3 months

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Has a Kanthony Cinderella AU been done yet? Because I feel like their meeting in the park is the perfect foundation for one, whether it’s what causes the Prince Viscount to host a ball for all in order to find his mystery princess horse rider — or it’s the perfect setting for the Cinderella Kate to have left a shoe token of importance like her mother’s bangle behind and The Prince Anthony to search all the kingdom England for the owner.

#bridgerton #kanthony #kanthony au #bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #bridgerton fic prompt #kanthony fic prompt #Cinderella #Cinderella au #okay but IMAGINE #kathony #kathony au

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kathaniiisharma · 1 year

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can we have some more jockthony?

Sophie and Ben are very important to the Jockthony universe so here’s the gang trying to solve a mystery about Ben.

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“Hey, babe. Where does Ben actually live?” Kate asks as they laze on the couch a few weeks before Anthony’s graduation. Arrangements have been made for Kate and Sophie to move into Anthony’s flat and she’d suddenly realized that she has no idea where Ben stays as she finalizes the plans.

He’d occasionally crash on the couch at her flat with Sophie after a night out well before the two had started dating. Once her and Ben became a couple he basically lived in Sophie’s room.

“Well… he stays here sometimes?”

“You’ve really never been to your brother’s flat?” Wonders Kate, sitting up to look at him.

“Honestly, babe, he just kind of appeared at Oxford one day. I didn’t ask a lot of questions about it.” He shrugs.

“Anthony, your family is very …well off. How is it that your brother doesn’t have a permanent residence?”

“He likes staying with friends. He says it’s better than being alone. Which makes sense when you think about it.”

When neither of them can figure it out they turn to the one person who must know.

“Wait… I thought he lived with Anthony?” Sophie furrows her brow, confused.

As the three of them realize that none of them have any idea where he lives they decide the only logical thing to do is secretly follow Ben.

Unfortunately, for them, he just goes from house to house with no real destination. They don’t even know where he keeps his clothes.

“He doesn’t wear the same clothes all the time? Does he?” Kate tries to recall.

“I feel like I’ve never seen him wear the same thing twice?”

Kate turns to Anthony. “Do rich people buy new clothes then throw them away after they where them once?”

“Babe, I wear the same sweats like every day.”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”

Kate’s had enough after they’ve followed Ben around for weeks with no real answers. She stomps up to him as he’s lounging on Anthony’s couch. “Where do you live?”

“In my dormitory?” The thought that he would stay there doesn’t even occur to them.

“Where did you guys think I kept my stuff?”

“That’s what we were trying to figure out!”

“I was prepared to move you in with me.” Anthony tells him, somberly.

“You wouldn’t have offered if you didn’t think I had somewhere to live?”

“No.”

“Wow. Thanks, Ant.” He says, dryly.

“Well, Shirtless Sundays would have been really awkward if you were around. Ow!”

Kate smacks his arm. “Remember that conversation we had about over sharing?”

“I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?”

“Ben and Sophie don’t need to know about that.” Kate hisses.

“I’m actually… Hey, Soph! What if we-“ Ben stops himself when he sees Sophie’s unamused expression.

“Are you sure you wanna finish that question?”

#jockthony #*fic #*asks #kanthony #idk man #they’re just fun to imagine hanging out for us

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