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cyansadness · 2 years ago

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Astronomy

so, this idea came from when @cherrybb-ily and i were talking about jane and richie’s fight in ep 5 and how richie was in the wrong (i’m not arguing this). so here is the fix-it fic about what should have happened. there are some changes to canon, one you will see at the end of the fic. i added two days between halloween and the election for plot purposes. this is what jane x richie fans deserve. i also miss them so this is how i cope

as always, thank you @cherrybb-ily for hyping up the excerpts i send you and for helping me plan all of my fics. please consider all of these fics as pre apologies for making you cry because of new romantics.

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“Assholes.” Jane looked up to see Nancy and Olivia chasing the T-Birds’ car down the road, Cynthia following on her bike. “You are all so dead.” Nancy yelled as she breathed heavily, leaning on her knees.

“Jane?” Olivia asked, having finally spotted the missing member of their gang. Olivia walked towards Jane, Cynthia and Nancy following behind. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Cynthia asked, concern lacing her voice as she saw the tears in her eyes and on her cheeks.

“I’m okay. I’m fine.” Jane tried to reassure them but her voice was too shaky and the tears started to pool in her eyes again. “Jane, you can talk to us.” Olivia reminded her, placing her hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” Jane blurted out. “Sorry for what?” Nancy questioned. “For everything. I didn’t mean to drag you all into my mess, I just wanted to help, I promise. I’m sorry that I was so selfish this whole time. I was doing this for all of us, not just me.” Jane rambled as she started to cry.

“I’m sorry that I was a bad friend.” Jane’s breathing started to get quicker as she gripped the fabric of her skirt in her hands. Olivia immediately went to grab Jane’s hands. “Hey Janey, it’s ok, we’re all here, breathe.” Olivia had a soft tone as she calmed Jane down.

Jane’s breathing evened itself out and the four found themselves sitting on the sidewalk. “Jane, you do realize you are one of the most selfless people at Rydell, right?” Olivia said, knocking her shoulder against Jane’s.

Jane gave her a weak smile, not saying anything. “Yeah Facciano, I don’t think anyone at our school would do half of the things you’ve done for us.” Cynthia said, kicking Jane lightly on the shin.

“Why would you even think that?” Nancy asked. Jane looked down at her lap. “Richie and I got into a fight.” Jane said. All three girls looked at Jane in shock before their faces adopted looks of anger.

“He said that to you?” Nancy asked, voice low and very angry. Jane just nodded, not wanting to meet their eyes. “He’s a dead man walking.” Cynthia scoffed. Olivia stood up and faced the girls.

“Trust me, no one wants to kill my brother more than me but we have bigger fish to fry, like how we are getting home because our rides left us.” Olivia said, making the girls face the reality that they would have to walk home.

The Pink Ladies started their walks home, Cynthia riding her bike slowly to keep on pace with the others. Nancy first, then Cynthia, Jane, and finally Olivia.

“Niña, where have you been? Your brother got home hours ago.” Mrs. Valdovinos fussed. “That’s because Richie left us stranded.” Olivia complained. “What, Richie.” Her mother screamed.

“Que?” Richie asked, walking downstairs. “Don’t que me. You left your sister and her friends alone. I raised you better than that Ricardo.” His mother scolded. Richie turned towards Olivia.

“Snitch.” Richie scoffed. “Jerk.” Olivia responded in the same tone, shoulder-checking Richie as she went upstairs. Richie went up after her but she slammed her bedroom door in his face.

~~ the next day ~~

The Pink Ladies had all made plans to walk to school the next day so they didn’t have to see the boys. The girls all walked down the hallway, talking about plans to make sure Jane could still win the election even after the fireworks stunt the boys pulled.

“There are our favorite girls. We missed you gals this morning.” Gil greeted, going to stand next to Olivia. The girls continued their conversation as if Gil hadn’t said anything.

He looked confused and looked at the other T-Birds who were also confused. Gil and Potato went to stand in front of the group, making the girls stop in their tracks. The Pink Ladies went to turn around and walk the other direction but were boxed in by Shy Guy and Richie.

Jane looked down at her shoes, avoiding eye contact with Richie. “Are all of y’all on the rag or somethin’? What’s got your panties in a twist?” Gil questioned. Olivia turned around with raised eyebrows.

“You jackasses left us in Lakeridge last night with no ride or way to get home. Why would we talk to you after that? Don’t even get us started on the fireworks.” Olivia scoffed at Gil. Cynthia pushed past Gil and Potato, the rest of the girls following behind.

“We messed up, didn’t we?” Potato asked as they watched the girls return to their previous conversation. “Yeah, we did.” Shy Guy responded.

~~lil’ time skip~~

The rest of the day continued in the same fashion, the boys trying to talk to the girls and the girls pretending like they don’t even exist.

“Come on Jane, it’ll be fun. Unlimited milkshakes.” Olivia was trying to convince Jane to go to the Frosty Palace to indulge her sadness through food and milkshakes.

“It’s okay. I think I’m going to go to the park. Clear my head, y’know? I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Jane waved as she walked away.

As soon as Jane was out of earshot, the remaining Pink Ladies turned towards each other. “So where is he?” Nancy asked. “His locker.” Olivia supplied. “Let’s go.” Cynthia started to walk, Olivia and Nancy following behind.

Richie was leaning against his locker when the girls cornered him. “Please explain what the hell was going through your mind when you said all that to Jane?” Olivia started. “So I’m supposed to be fine when I see my girl all cuddled up with Buddy Aldridge?” Richie asked.

Cynthia rolled her eyes before grabbing Olivia’s book. “She wasn’t your girl.” She said, punctuating every word by hitting Richie with said book. “We had taken over the party and all she wanted was to find you.” Nancy added.

“I was going to give her my jacket.” Richie nearly shouted. “She has her own, remember?” Olivia shouted back. “Richie, do you know how stressed she was when you thought you were going to break things off? Or how her smile never left her face after I told her you were going to make things official?” Olivia asked him.

“We all chose to be here. She was doing this for all of us. You don’t get to ruin all of our hard work by making her doubt herself.” Cynthia scowled at him. “She cares about you Richie. She’s always thinking about you.” Nancy continued.

“She changed the dance so you would want to go. So all of us could go.” Olivia said to him. “Jane is the most selfless person at Rydell. You of all people should know that.” Olivia scoffed before turning around to walk away with the girls.

“Where is she?” Richie asked, sporting a remorseful expression. “She’s at the park.” Cynthia supplied. Richie nodded before bolting to the exit. “I’ve never seen him run so fast.” Olivia commented.

“I’ve never seen him care about a girl this much.” Cynthia said. “I know but why did it have to be my best friend?” Olivia groaned, making the others laugh.

~~at the park~~

Jane sat on the edge of a flat rock, looking out at the lake in front of her, lost in her own head. “Janey!” She was brought out of her thought process by a specific nickname only a few people used.

She turned around to see Richie running towards her. Jane rolled her eyes, turning back around to face the lake. “If you are here to yell at me some more, I’m not in the mood.” She said, messing with a loose thread on her skirt.

Richie winced. “Yeah, I deserve that.” Richie said, sitting down next to Jane. “You do.” Jane kept looking down. “Do you know what I didn’t deserve? Getting stranded or getting yelled at in front of all of our classmates just because I didn’t want your jacket. I don’t want your jacket, I wanted you. That’s all I wanted. I just wished you listened to me” Jane said, finally looking up at him.

The hurt read clear on Jane’s face, making Richie feel worse. “Jane, I’m sorry. About everything.” Richie started. “You are one of the best people in my life. You changed the dance so we could go together. I was being a massive jerk and I hope you can forgive me.” Richie grabbed her hands, a pleading look in his eyes.

Jane looked into his eyes. All she could see is the boy she cares about more than she will ever know. “You’re on thin ice but you are forgiven.” Jane smiled at him. Richie’s face adopted a wide smile.

“So Jane Facciano, would you do me the absolute honor and privilege of being your boyfriend?” Richie asked, dopey smile clear on his face. Jane didn’t even respond, she just launched herself towards Richie, kissing him deeply.

The pair fell back on the patch of grass behind them, lips still interlocked. Jane separated from Richie. “Yes, yes, yes, I will.” She giggled, her smile wide. She rolled off of Richie, landing right next to him, fingers interlocked.

As they laid there, basking in the sun, they looked at each other with love-sick smiles.

~~two days later~~

The day was finally here. Election day. After Jane and Richie officially made up, the guys tried to make it up to the girls by aggressive campaigning. Also known as threatening every person to vote for Jane. Jane did not approve of this tactic but didn’t actively try to stop them.

The Pink Ladies and The T-Birds were at the front of the line when Ns. McGee opened up the polls. Olivia, Cynthia, and Nancy went first, going in and out almost immediately. Jane went next with Potato and Shy Guy.

As Jane waited on the side with the girls, Richie came up behind her, arm around her waist. “There she is, our future president.” Richie said with all the pride in the world in his voice as he kissed Jane’s cheek.

“We don’t know that.” Jane said, her own smile dropping slightly. “Yes, we do. No one is dumb enough to vote for Buddy when you are the clear choice.” Richie reassured her. “Yeah, let’s go celebrate with banana splits. It’ll be fun.” Nancy suggested now that everyone had finished voting.

The group voiced their agreement and excitement as they started their way to the parking lot.

~~at the frosty palace~~

The two gangs sat together as they talked about the election and everything else over many banana splits. Jane was next to Richie, his arm over her shoulder as she reached over to steal the cherries off his sundae. Richie smiled at his girlfriend as she bit the cherry off the stem.

“No, the eggheads voted for Jane. I saw their lives flash before their eyes when we talked to them yesterday.” Potato argued. The discussion continued like this, arguing which groups voted for Jane and which groups voted for Buddy.

Jane and Richie had their backs to the entrance so when the conversation in front of them stopped and the two groups glared at something behind them, they had to turn around.

The socs had also come to celebrate, albeit, their celebration was more somber. The socs were also glaring at them, making Jane scooch closer to Richie and his grip on her shoulder tightened.

Someone had turned the jukebox on high and music rang through the diner. Jane’s face brightened as she turned to Richie. “Let’s go dance.” Jane said, batting her eyelashes and using her puppy face that Richie could never say no to.

“Let’s bop.” Richie said, falling victim to Jane’s face again. The group mocked him by making kissy faces and batting their eyelashes dramatically. Richie glared at them as Jane dragged him to where everyone else was dancing.

Richie turned his attention back to Jane, spinning her around as they danced. Gil and Olivia were also dancing near them, stuck in their own world. Richie held Jane closer to him, her almost flush against him, as he saw Buddy staring at them. Susan kept trying to get his attention onto her so they could go dance but he just kept rejecting her advances.

The Pink Ladies and the T-Birds stayed there for the rest of the night, enjoying sundaes and milkshakes to get their minds off of what tomorrow could bring. The boys were only mildly mad when the girls handed the bill to them but were swiftly reminded that after abandoning the girls on Halloween and setting off enough fireworks to mimic an atomic bomb, the least they could do was pay for the sundaes.

~~last one, promise~~

Both gangs were in gym class, the boys choosing not to participate in basketball while the girls looked at the old, deflated balls in disgust.

The two gangs perked up when they heard Ms. McGee’s xylophone played as the intercom turned on. “Good morning, boys and girls, and thank you all for playing a part in the democratic process. The results are in. Congratulations to …” McGee said, the girls reaching for each other’s hands.

Jane grabbed Richie and Olivia’s hands, her grip tight. “Hey, I’m proud of you no matter what.” Richie whispered in Jane’s ear, placing a gentle kiss on her temple. Jane nodded at him, too nervous to form any sentences.

“Jane Facciano, your new student council president.” McGee announced. Jane shrieked in joy, jumping up and down as the two gangs cheered. Jane went to hug Richie, him picking her up and spinning her around. “Congratulations princesa. I’m so proud of you.” He told her, bringing her into a sweet kiss, bending her back slightly.

Jane has the widest smile on her face as she was attacked by hugs from the girls who were all still jumping up and down for joy. The socs were silent, still processing the news. Susan tried to comfort Buddy but he just pushed her hand off his shoulder.

“You did it, you won.” Olivia squealed, hugging Jane again. “No, we won. We all did.” Jane looked around at her friends, her boyfriend. This wasn’t just her victory, it was all of their victory.

They were going to rule the school this year.

#jane facciano #olivia valdovinos #cynthia zdunowski #grease rise of the pink ladies fics #grease rise of the pink ladies #nancy nakagawa #richie valdovinos #jane x richie #the t birds #the pink ladies #fix it fic #this is how i cope #I miss my fav fictional relationship

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imthebadguyyy · 11 months ago

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the bridgerton blues

pairing : anthony bridgerton x reader

fandom : bridgerton

synopsis : it's the first time after your wedding that anthony sees you sporting the signature bridgerton colour : blue, and it does things to him that he can only express in a much more....physical manner.

warnings : smut, heavy smut and excessive amount of fluff

a/n : i miss my grumpy viscount!!! happy reading :)

anthony huffed impatiently, foot tapping against the marble floor at bridgerton manor.

the season had begun again, and much to his relief, he would only be a spectator this year, having married the love of his life, lady, well, current viscountess y/n, which meant he didn't have to deal with the frills and fancies of the hawk like mama's in the ton, awaiting the right moment to swoop upon him with their daughters.

but by God, you were taking forever to get dressed and come down to leave for lady danbury's ball. beside him, benedict and colin sat, engrossed in a game of chess, while francesca and eloise lounged on the couch in the drawing room, catching up about life.

his mother was with his darling wife, much to his surprise, helping her get ready for a ball. he had been caught off guard when his mother had bustled in, dressed in a powdery blue gown, and had proceeded to shoo him out of the room.

"what exactly is keeping mama and y/n?" colin asked, brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on the chess board.

"if I knew I would tell you brother" anthony mumbled, checking the watch that hung on the golden chain from his waistcoat, smiling as he traced the cover, suddenly hit by a burst of nostalgia, and a surge of fondness for his late father.

he brushed it off when a giggling hyacinth came running down the staircase, leaping into his arms, forcing him to rush to catch her, eyes widening in surprise.

"hyacinth! you must always give me a prior warning or I may not be able to catch you" he chided, tucking a stray curl behind her ear and setting her gently on the ground.

"brother!! wait till you see y/n/n!! she looks like a princess!" his youngest sister exclaimed, almost vibrating with excitement. a shy gregory emerged, blushing a little as he nodded, making the three older bridgerton boys smirk, well aware of his little crush on anthony's wife.

when anthony had first befriended his wife, they had been at a mere age of ten, and anthony had rescued y/n when she had fallen off her horse at a picnic with his family and the cowper's.

ever since then, they had been inseparable, joint at the hip and at the heart.

it was of no surprise to anyone in the ton when finally, ages later, he had announced he was marrying the lady montgomery, or as everyone fondly knew her, "y/n/n"

"why so bashful greg?" benedict jested, watching his youngest brother turn a dark crimson.

"n-nothing" he stuttered out, darting in to see his sisters.

"it's because of y/n! I'm telling you brother, she looks like an absolute angel!" hyacinth chirped in, now bouncing about from step to step, just as the door of Anthony's room creaked open, and the dowager viscountess stepped out.

"she's ready" she smiled warmly at her son's, hurrying in to get her daughters to mark the momentous occasion.

brows furrowed, the eyes of the bridgertons rested upon the long winding staircase, awaiting to see what exactly was this magical outfit that had their mother and sister gushing like birds.

and what anthony saw, made his jaw drop to the very ground.

at the very top, his darling wife came into view, hair in sleek, meticulous curls, perfectly cast up in an intricate updo, adorned with pearls, framing her face with the delicate curls. her makeup was subtle, emphasizing her flowing complexion with a touch of rosy blush and wine coloured lips.

she adorned a pearl necklace and matching earrings, gifted to her by anthony himself, adding a timeless elegance to her stature.

but what really caught everyones attention was the dress that she wore, more specifically, the colour of the dress she wore.

a rich dark blue silk gown, carefully tailored, hugged her frame, showcasing the intricate details that add to its allure. the bodice, adorned with delicate embroidery, depicting subtle butterfly motifs that caught the light as the she moved down the stairs. the neckline gracefully framed her collarbone, delicate lace butterflies attached to the neckline,while the sleeves tapered down to her wrists, showcasing more of the exquisite lacework that adorned her body.

the skirt of the gown was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, flowing generously in layers of silk that rustled with each step. the deep, rich hue of the fabric evoked a sense of opulence, reminiscent of midnight skies. as she walked down, the silk caught the light, casting a mesmerizing play of shadows and highlights.

the dress matched anthony's waistcoat perfectly, and the sight was enough to make the viscount choke over nothing.

as he saw his wife adorned in the resplendent dress for the first time, his eyes widened with genuine admiration.

a hushed gasp escaped his parted lips as he took in the sight before him.

his wife, cloaked in the elegance of the dark blue gown, the bridgerton blues appeared to be like a living portrait of timeless beauty.

a warm smile formed on his lips, expressing both surprise and deep appreciation for the grace and sophistication she was emanating.

"my darling" he murmured as he swept forward, extending his arm to welcome you into them.

smiling sweetly at the bridgerton clan, you floated down, linking your arm with anthony's.

"sister, you look utterly perfect in blue!" benedict exclaimed, pressing a delicate kiss to your hand, as violet fondly caressed your cheek.

"doesn't she look like a princess brother?!" hyacinth squealed, looking excitedly at anthony. "just like one out of the fairytales" he said, looking at you with nothing but admiration and love and fondness.

"you really do look utterly regal" colin said, flashing a warm smile at you. eloise and francesca came upto you, with even eloise admitting that the dress you were wearing was nothing short of a work of art, while francesca gushed over how the silhouette was so perfect for you.

"alright, we must leave if we want to reach lady danbury's ball on time!" violet said, clapping her hands, leading her children out to where the carriages awaited.

"wait behind for just a second my love" anthony whispered into your ear, as he walked up to his valet to whisper something into his ear.

slowly, the other bridgertons departed, after you promised them to join them very soon, ignoring the smirks and nudges colin and benedict sent your way.

anthony pulled you into his study, hand gently caressing your waist, feeling the rich silk in his hands, the other hand gently reaching for your chin, lifting it to look into your eyes.

"you look utterly divine my beloved" he whispered fingers gently fondling your face, eyes absorbing every detail of your face, not that he hadn't already memorised it.

"thank you my dear" you whispered back, hands settling on his broad shoulders, taking in his waistcoat as well, the dark blue velvet clinging to every rippling muscle in his body, brass buttons complementing the coat.

"i always knew you'd look stunning in bridgerton blue but....it seems as though the bridgerton blue was crafted for you" he murmured, tightening his grip on your waist, "so stunning that infact, i do not feel the need to leave for lady danbury's ball, for I'd much rather stay here with my breathtakingly beautiful wife" he murmured again, lips ghosting over your own as his hands squeezed your waist, drawing you flush against his body.

"my lord, we cannot... we must be present at the first ball of the season" you lamely protested, heart hammering against your chest as the intoxicating scent of his musky, woodsy cologne filled your nostrils.

anthony dropped his lips to your neck, lips brushing a feather soft kiss to the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from you.

"what if we do not go? what if we just stay here and...i worship my wife in the way she deserves? like the goddess she is?" he asked, like gently pressing kisses down to your collarbone, still as light as a feather, just enough to ignite something feral in you, but also enough to keep you wanting more.

"my lord it's the first ball of the season, and we have to-"

you were cut off by anthony's lips pressing against yours.

they were soft and plush against yours, pressing perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle, initiating a warm glow in the pit of your tummy.

as your lips met, the sensation was like a feather's gentle caress — soft, fleeting, and subtly warm. it feels like a delicate dance, a tender exploration that sparked a gentle flutter within you. the touch was akin to the brush of downy feathers, teasing and inviting, as if he was testing the waters of intimacy.

yet, as the moment unfolded, a magnetic pull takes hold, drawing you deeper into the realm of passion. the softness transforms, gradually intensifying into a fiery connection. the initial delicacy gave way to a fervent exchange, each kiss building upon the other with a growing hunger.

your lips, once feather-light, were now engaged in a rhythmic and passionate dance. the subtle warmth amplified into a blazing fire, and what began as a gentle exploration evolved into a fervent expression of desire.

the world around you faded and in that heightened connection, every kiss becomes an electric charge, a testament to the undeniable chemistry between your two souls entwined in the artistry of passion.

anthony's hands ran rampant on your body, clutching every part of your body through the silk dress, yet taking care to not scrunch the silk in anyway.

"you have no idea what you do me darling" he growled against your lips, drawing back for just a moment to watch your chest heave and eyes glaze over, hands clutching his coat and cravat so tight he feared you would rip it off.

"every breath you take, every word you speak, the very sound of your melodious voice and the very beat of your heart, all allure me to you, draw me to you like a moth to a flame" he continued, his own heart hammering against his chest.

his chest rose and fell with every word, eyes ablaze with burning passion. "every second of every day, i crave you, i long for you, i need you, and it drives me feral. but the sight of you in my colour makes me want to rip off that very dress off your body, claiming you as mine in more ways than one" he growled, hands scrunching the material on your behind.

"anthony..i crave you every second of the day as well. i need you" you whispered, a soft whimper slipping past your lips.

"hush my sweet darling" he said, sending you a saccharine sweet smile.

then, much to your chagrin, he took his hands off your waist, fixing the material and fixing his own coat.

"now, we must hasten to lady danbury's" he smirked" and you groaned, a painful throbbing between your legs becoming more prominent.

"but my lord-" you protested, only to be cut off by another searing kiss. he kissed you deep and long, and then drew back, pushing a stray curl on your forehead back behind your ear.

"our family awaits dearest" he smiled, and gently led you out to the hall.

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the grand ballroom at lady danbury's unfolded into a dazzling spectacle as it embraced the opulence of a gold and maroon theme. golden hues enveloped the space, casting a warm, regal glow. glittering chandeliers, adorned with intricate gold details, hung from the ceiling, their crystals refracting light in a dance of elegance.

luxurious maroon fabrics draped the walls, creating a sumptuous backdrop that added depth to the golden ambiance. tables adorned with golden tablecloths and maroon accents contributed to the harmonious blend of colors. golden candle holders flickered with the soft glow of candles, casting a gentle radiance on the rich maroon floral centerpieces.

the women's dresses shimmered with embellishments, and the men's attire featured accents, creating a visual symphony of sophistication, into which you walked with anthony, arms interlaced, as you bowed before queen charlotte, who had taken quite a liking to you.

"it's lovely to see the bridgertons led by a couple as magnanimous as you" she bestowed a rare compliment, bringing a hot flush to your cheeks and even to anthony's pale visage. "but now we anxiously await the news of a young bridgerton" she said pointedly, and you kept your eyes low, trying to ignore the heat blooming in your cheek.

around you, guests were engaged in a dance, the dance floor became a stage for a waltz of colors, with the many colours and tones reflecting in the mirrored walls. the orchestra, bathed in the warm ambiance, played melodies that echoed the richness of the color palette.

you noticed simon and daphne dancing, looking fondly at each other, and saw colin sharing a dance with young penelope featherington, which made you smile, always having harbored a soft spot for the girl.

you spotted eloise by the food table, with francesca, both enjoying the strawberries that were being served. benedict seemed engrossed in exploring the rich collection of paintings in the hall, and was surrounded by a group of friends.

anthony led you over to his sisters, a soft kiss to your wrist a promise to be back in a moment lingering on his lips, as he was dragged off by countless lords for a drink and a conversation about the next round of a hunt they were engaging in.

as eloise began to speak about the many cruelties of lady featherington, you spotted cressida cowper scowling over at the two of you, dressed in a pink so bright you felt momentarily blinded. she shot a contemptuous look at you, scoffing at your gown and sharing a laugh with lady cowper, that had your eyebrow creasing with insecurity.

much to your horror, she began to march over to you, along with her mother and lady featherington, much to your dismay. you searched desperately for your mother-in-law, but found her engrossed in conversation with the queen.

"my my, if it isn't the happy bridgertons" cressida sniped, flashing you a tight lipped smile. "hello miss cowper" you smiled, ignoring the anxiety bubbling in your tummy.

"cressida" eloise said coldly, linking her arm with yours. she was well aware of the contemptuous rumours she had spread about you when you had begun courting anthony and had made it her mission to protect you from her.

"what a rather unusual colour for you dear" lady cowper commented, eyes trailing down your body in disdain.

"it gives you the impression of being a little washed out" she stated, opening her fan to hide her smirk.

you ignored the tear that sprang to your eyes as she continued to comment, on the fall of the dress, the shape of the silhouette and the way your jewellery was far too showy.

you could feel eloise glowering beside you but silently begged her to keep calm, not wanting to lose her calm in front of everyone.

to your surprise, a familiar baritone cut in, a nd a strong arm wrapped around your midriff and waist.

your husband appeared beside you, a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"i see why you might think that, lady cowper, for all you can pull off is that rather obnoxious shade of viscous pink, and while i understand your envy at my wife's ability to outshine everyone else here in any colour she chooses, i must remind you are speaking to the viscountess bridgerton, and hence must adhere to the degree respect she commands" he stated coolly, hand gripping your waist so tight you were sure it would leave marks.

stunned speechless, the cowper's backed away, egos more than bruised and enraged , subject to sniggers and chuckles from the other lords and ladies in the room. your brother walked to anthony from across the hall, patting him on the back and whispering a "good man" to him as he hugged you, and eloise drew anthony into a hug as well.

anthony led the two of you over to his mama, who couldn't hide a smile herself at the love her son had for his wife, so reminiscent of the way their father had loved her.

"I am sorry if I caused humiliation to your name mama, but I cannot and will not let anyone talk to my wife that way" he said firmly, only to be cut off by his mother.

"I believe everyone here has been waiting to say that to miss cowper since the beginning of time, my darling, so take your wife and go home. you have done your job and proved your love and passion and told everyone that your relationship rhymes true" she said, drawing you into a warm hug and bidding you goodbye.

the carriage ride home was silent as your held anthony's hand tight, his thumb tracing patterns over the gloves you were donning, a pearly white to match your jewels.

"thank you my love" you whispered to him, eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

"my darling, i love you, all of you. please do not ever belittle yourself, because your beauty is awe worthy" he said, eyes contorted as if he was in pain at the thought of you being in pain.

"I'll try my best not to" you whispered against, leaning forward to press your foreheads together. and you stayed like that till bridgerton manor came into view.

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frenzied kisses were pressed against your lips as anthony lifted you into his arms, earning a singular gasp from your lips. his hands, one wrapped tightly under your bottom and the other around your back was strong, as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he led you upstairs, ignoring the scurrying valet and maids and your ladies in waiting as he made it to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you gently on the bed, towering above you, hands shoving the material of your dress up. his hands crept along your thighs stealthily, finding the hooks of your stockings to your thigh garter, slowly dragging it down, exposing your bare skin to him, suppressing a groan at the soft skin.

to his surprise you reached up and grabbed him by the cravat, untying it and pulling him down to meet your lips. you kissed him roughly, a frenzied battle, with teeth and tongue clashing as he shrugged off his waist coat and began to unbutton his shirt, watching as you removed your jewellery and kept in on the table beside his bed.

his hands reached for your dress, carefully untying the many laces and unbuttoning the many buttons on your dress, watching as your bosom heaved in the corset wore.

deft fingers unhooked the corset without a struggle, and you moaned when the cold air hit your nipples, making them harden, as you pushed your chest out towards him.

anthony growled, the sound reverberating in his throat as he reached down to unbutton his tan pants, leaving him in just his underwear. his lips attacked your neck, biting into the delicate flesh and pressing kiss after kiss, sucking deep marks and hickies that were sure to stay for days after.

you raked your nails up and down his neck, stroking the skin there and raking your hands upto his hair, gently scratching his scalp as he trailed kisses down to your breasts.

his mouth enveloped your nipple in his mouth, tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive nub.

he continued his ministrations, taking only a moment to move his mouth to your other breast and leaving lovebites on the skin.

he settled in between your thoughts, hips gently grinding into yours, as he licked and sucked to his heart’s desire, attempting to alleviate the growing tent in his pants.

you were beginning to pant, and he continued to pinch and stroke your nipple. his tongue wreaked havoc on one while his fingers gently tugged on the other. anthony could not wait any longer, the pain of the straining in his pants making him more loopy than he would admit, and he pulled away from your breast, a string of saliva from his lips to your breast.

he came back up to your mouth, kissing you with desperation. "i adore you" he painted above you, before kissing down your tummy to your thighs.

he stopped at the junction between your thighs, inhaling the musk of your scent.

he reached for the cotton underwear you had on, gently pulling it down, and pushing your thighs apart, and a wave of cold air floated across your inner thighs, so open and exposed now.

anthony began to press hot, open mouthed kisses to the bare expanse of your thighs, stopping just below your pussy lips each time.

mere moments later, you felt an entirely new sensation— anthony's wet, warm tongue sliding through your folds. a cry of pleasure ripped from your throat, as you looked down at anthony, who had crawled between your legs with his tongue buried at the apex of your thighs.

your slick dripped down your pussy lips, costing them in your honey, and anthony licked it all up as if it was nectar and ambrosia, lowering his face to lick a long strip through your entire slit, before tilting his face even deeper into your pussy, swirling around up to your engorged clit and licking all around it and on the top of it.

the action had your hips jolting as he sucked on the nub, causing flashes of white to flash before your eyes.

"you taste more delightful than i could ever have imagined" he breathed licking the sour-sweet liquid off his lips. "my own precious honey pot" he cooed, making you flush again and your body heated up.

he sucked harder on your clit, fingers slipping into your slit to slide up and down, each stroking made your hips flail wildly.

“you taste so sweet” he murmurs, and the brush of his breath sears against your skin. the low rumbling of his voice, so characteristic of him, are dripped in hunger and arousal, the heat spreading under your skin and threatening to explode like a supernova.

"i have longed to have you squirming on my tongue my love. i will have you screaming my name until your lips know no other" he promised.

with a ravenous look at your heaving form, anthony lowered his mouth to your throbbing center again and licked a bold stripe up your clit, the sensitive bud jolting in shock and you scream in pleasure,

the ever composed lord bridgerton moans against your cunt when you tug his hair, hands holding down your hips as he watches you squirm. then anthony rolls your clit with his teeth and you come apart with a scream, hands gripping onto his hair for dear life.

you come, cunt clenching down, spasming around his tongue where he has you stretched open. everything else disappears for a moment, your body weightless with pure unadulterated bliss.

anthony shifts so he is in between your legs again, watching the fluttering of your pussy as you clench around nothing. your eyes are trained on his hips and he feels a surge of pride.

his cock was one not only of great size but of greater girth and greater skill, and he adored nothing more than watching your eyes become as large as saucers as you looked at his poor cock straining again as it had been ever since he saw you in his signature colour.

trained hands guided his cock to your entrance, tapping against it for a few seconds before he dragged the tip through your slick, making your body shudder at the stimulation. and then, he pressed a kiss to your neck, hips slamming against yours.

the first thrust was deep and claiming,and you cried out at the perfect stretch of him in your pussy.

you could barely think straight, hands digging into his back and nails sinking into his skin.

"so fucking perfect,” he murmured into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nipped on your ear. "'feel so good wrapped around my cock. so wet and warm for me my sweet sweet beloved. fuck, you're so tight right now. squeezing me so well, you love my cock, do you not my angel?"

"yes yes i love you and your cock" you changed as a prayer, eyes bashful at the use of the dirty word. "look at how your cunt clenches around me" he groaned, head dipping into the crook of your neck as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly.

you could hear the headboard banging against the wall as the pace of anthony's thrusts had your body sliding against the silken sheets.

and then he stopped

he stayed there, buried inside you to the hilt, and his cock twitched excitedly inside you. you watched the way he gripped the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they went hite. it sent heat and pleasure into the pit of your stomach and you were sure you are going to burn. it was far too good, far too much, brimming on the edge of being overwhelming.

there’s no warning as he pulled out, leaving his pulsing tip in, and then he thrusted all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you, deep and rough. his cock slammed into a spot in you that has you screaming, something absolutely fucking delicious and it steals away your breath and makes you cry out.

and then he grabs your legs, pushing them up towards your legs as he almost folded you in half, pushing your legs so far apart they almost touched your head, as he moved to his knees for a better angle.

his hips thrusted wildly as he kept fucking you, hand rubbing furiously at your sensitive clit, as you whined and moaned and screamed. he watched as your cunt, pink and perfect fluttered and twitched, and his ears revelled at the sound of the filthy, wet squelching that echoed in the room from your dripping cunt.

he landed a harsh smack to the back of your thigh that had you screaming as he then pressed his tongue to it, sucking a hickey on the spot.

sweat dripped down his forehead and yours, as you began to thrust your hips up to meet his perfect strokes, while feeling like his cock was going to split you apart.

"i want nothing more than to fill you with my seed" he growled, over the sound of your skin slapping together over and over again.

"fill me with your seed my lord. let me have carry your kin" you murmured, and you watched as anthony groaned, hand wrapping around your throat.

"such a minx" he grinned, squeezing and watching your eyes roll back.

without a warning, he flipped you over so you were on top, and his deft hands steadied you at the waist.

then he began to slowly pick your hips up, working you up and down on his cock, slamming you up and down on his cock, until you got the hang of it.

anthony felt himself drooling as he took in the way your tits bounced and you bounced on his cock as you ride him, nails now scratching down his chest as he laid a harsh spank to your ass that had you clenching on his cock harder.

he watched your body desperately ride him for all he was worth, thighs jiggling as they clapped against his own, and he pinched the fat around your waist and belly, teeth nipping at your nipple to increase the stimulation.

"m-my lord! I am going to cum!" you moaned loudly, only to turn to a wail as anthony's fingers unleashed a furious assault on your clit, as he rubbed it up and down and side to side and everywhere, covering his fingers in your slick.

with a scream of his name, you came all over his dick and his tummy, your juices spilling out of you like a fountain, watching as he scooped it up with his fingers to lick it clean.

he slammed your hips down on his even harder as you whined, and you felt his stomach tense and breathing stutter as he came, shooting his load inside you, and finally sinking into the pillow, limp.

panting, you rolled off of him, mind cockdrunk and unable to move. anthony peppered kisses to your skin and kissed the spots where he'd been rough.

"you were phenomenal, my love" he whispered, and to your intrigue, his fingers trialed down to your cunt.

you watched as he gently slid a finger in to your hole, shushing and kissing you as he blocked it with his fingers.

"i cannot have a single drop of me spilling out of you" he murmured and you moaned.

"i adore you", he mumbled, "my dear wife" he concluded.

"and i adore you, my dear husband" you smiled, meeting his lips in a sugar sweet kiss.

who would've known that wearing the bridgerton blue was all it would take for you and anthony to announce to the ton in the next three months that you were expecting the first bridgerton heir?

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a/n : I've missed writing for bridgerton so much!! i really hope you enjoy this, and as always likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated!! sending u all love and happiness and remember, my inbox is always open and i love making new friends!! happy reading ☺️♥️