#Kanthony Drabble

[ladykettlechips]

Sweet Little Loaf (A Drabble)

I have no idea what to title this, so... yeah. This. This is a random drabble of 935 words based on a tweet that @folklauerate thought was very Kate and Anthony. In a nutshell, a woman was driving home from the shops and saw someone walking a corgi, came to a stop and went to say hi. Turns out, it was her corgi and her husband. So, I made a drabble out of after writing some random dialogue between Kate and Anthony. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tapping the steering wheel with a hum, Kate’s eyes slid from the empty road to the path closest to her. The warm evening sun had cast a golden hue upon the dark concrete, bereft of the life she had witnessed just a half hour ago.

Then, she saw it: a glimmer of red and white, streaks of late summer sun bouncing off soft fur. A wiggling bottom and a wagging tail, attached to a loaf-shaped body and carried by stumpy little legs. His ears pricked up, eyes bright as the little guy turned his head, tongue lolling and trying to keep up with his owner’s pace.

Gasping, Kate slowed her car until she crawled to a stop, her own eyes wide and shining at the sweet little corgi. She had to say hi, perhaps give the sweetheart some scratches, a little bit of fuss and love because, well, he simply deserved it.

At the very idea Kate’s own fingers began to itch and, opening her car door, stepped out onto the pavement a short walk ahead of the precious loaf.

She felt her smile stretch across her face when the corgi caught sight of her and, with an energetic yip, began pulling on his lead, his tiny paws scrabbling to get to her. Kate nearly melted at the sight, his precious face lighting up at the thought of being adored.

Bending down, Kate laughed when the corgi all but shoved his head into her hand, his paws resting on her knees with eyes shut, enjoying the fuss. Above her, Kate heard the owner groan and even tap his foot. Good God, she hoped the poor baby hadn’t been stuck with a miserable bugger for an owner.

“Babe,” the voice was low, a sigh heavy on his lips. “I thought I told you to stop coming up to strangers who have corgis.”

Looking up, Kate scowled at Anthony, now tugging on Newton’s lead, and narrowed her eyes. Shit.

“Oh, shut up,” she muttered, and with another stroke of Newton’s beautiful fur, she stood to her full height and snatched the lead from Anthony’s grasp. “It’s not like you haven’t done it yourself.”

A low growl fell from Anthony’s lips and, turning on her heel, Kate walked Newton over to her car. Opening the back door, she picked up her – admittedly, quite heavy – dog, and placed him on the seat where he obediently parked his bum and panted up at her excitedly.

“I was chatting you up, Kate,” Anthony hissed from behind her, one arm wrapping around her waist and tugging her into him. “I was not interested in the corgi.” Flattening his other palm onto the window of the car door, Anthony slammed it shut.

Huffing, Kate wriggled in Anthony’s grasp, which only served to make him pull her that much closer.

“Funny, because I distinctly remember you only asking about Newton when you pulled up beside us,” she teased, and lowering her voice to a gruff cadence, continued with a grin. “What was it you said? Oh, yeah, What a beautiful little dog. You take such good care of his fur…”

Anthony groaned, his head dropping onto her shoulder, his arm tightening. Before Kate could finish her impression of their first meeting, she felt her body turn until her back was pressed up against the car, Anthony’s face mere inches away from her own.

His eyes were dark, lips slightly parted while he took her in, his gaze lowering down to her mouth before returning to her eyes again.

“I only asked because you were walking him, you menace,” he murmured, his nose barely brushing against hers. Kate shivered. “You can’t believe that everybody who walks up to a corgi has innocent intentions, sweetheart, nor should you believe all corgi owners won’t think twice about asking you out.”

Sliding her hands over his shirt, Kate hummed. “So, you didn’t have innocent intentions, then?” she asked with a tilt of her head, her arms wrapping around his neck and tugging him closer. Anthony smirked, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“Not even one,” he whispered, his lips impossibly close to hers. Kate’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Poor Newton will be heartbroken,” she sighed softly, her fingers playing with the curls at the nape of Anthony’s neck. “He really thought you liked him.”

“Oh, I do,” Anthony admitted, his nose brushing against her cheek as he inhaled. “I like that he adores you just as much as I do.” His lips ghosted over her cheek and over her jaw. “I like him because he makes you happy.”

He kissed her brow, her chin, the tip of her nose, both of his arms crushing her against him, and Kate sighed contentedly.

“I like that fat corgi because he’s yours, Kate,” Anthony murmured, giving her hip a gentle squeeze. “I like him because he gave me a reason to meet you.” And then he captured her lips with his in a bruising kiss, swallowing any further arguments.

They broke apart moments later when a whistle sounded in the distance. Faces burning brighter than the evening sun, Kate rushed to get in the car and started up the car again, Anthony sliding into the passenger seat beside her.

They started the quiet drive home, Anthony’s large hand resting on her knee. Looking up into the rearview mirror, Kate spied her beloved corgi, now snoozing on the backseat and smiled to herself.

She loved Newton, her perfect little corgi, and she had to thank him, too; without his aid, Kate probably wouldn’t have met the man she now called her husband.

[caramelpenguin]

Kanthony and I am a gentleman

"I am a gentleman," Anthony says into the room, in response to Benedict's question. Next to him, shoulders brushing, Kate places her tea down onto the table to cover her mouth with her hand.

"Kate, are you alright?" Colin asks.

She nods quickly, waving her hand in the air. "Pefectly fine, thanks." She inhales slowly, calmly, but makes eye contact with Anthony, and the giggles erupt again.

[silverhallow]

Best Laid Plans

pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

summary: As Maid of Honour and Best Man, Kate and Anthony have been struggling to get on...

Sophie's idea was to send them into the wilderness on a hike to make them at least stop sniping and bickering with one another...

Sophie knows her future brother-in-law and Best Friend well enough to know that forcing them to talk and not avoid one another, their preferred method of dealing with each other...

So what happens when the Best Laid Plans really do come to pass...

warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Hiking, Outdoor Sex, Platonic Cuddling, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Sex on a Car, Bickering, Forced Proximity,

word count: 5607 words

author's note: this was a fic formerly on ao3. It’s an mature fic. So Minors DNI

"I've never known anyone so uncoordinated in all my life." Anthony laughed as he gripped the handle on the top of Kate's backpack. "You're hopeless," he said, dragging her none-too-gently onto the boulder where he'd spent the last five minutes waiting for her.

"Oh, fuck off." Kate gained her footing and shoved his hand off her, annoyed by the way everything physical came so easily to him. She turned her back on him and stood facing the valley below, taking in the peaceful scenery so at odds with the tension inside her.

She'd pulled her black hair into a ponytail; the cool breeze whipped the ends and rippled across her Nirvana t-shirt while she mentally cursed her best friend for putting her in this situation.

"I've heard unrequited love often makes women a bit testy. Now I know it's true."

She sneaked a glance at him and snorted in spite of herself. "You wish." Kate pulled her water bottle from the side pocket of her bag and popped the top, tilting it to her mouth to take a drink.

He moved in beside her and bumped her shoulder, causing her to lose her grip and send water dribbling down her chin. Kate shot him a lethal glare. She caught the droplets and wiped her damp fingers on her shorts. "You did that on purpose."

His mouth tilted in a half-smile and he turned the full weight of his striking brown eyes on her. "I need to make my own fun. In case you haven't noticed you're shitty company."

"I'm normally delightful, Trust me, it's you , not me." Kate watched as the afternoon sun played across his features, wishing he'd at least show some sign he was as tired as her. The breeze ruffled his dark hair and his skin glowed with a light sheen of perspiration. He wore khaki shorts and the straps on his backpack stretched his navy top across his chest. Her slim figure and curved features always made her feel insignificant standing next to him. She continuously tried to make up for it with a healthy dose of attitude.

"I've never seen you as anything other than a smartass," he said.

"That's because you're always around at the time." She slipped her bottle into her backpack. "You bring out the worst in me."

"Is this a sexual tension thing? If I let you get into my pants will it help improve your mood?" Anthony lifted his arms above his head and his eyes remained on her while he indulged in a leisurely stretch.

"Hmm...no. There are things I want to do to you but none of them would be enjoyable… well not for you, anyway." She hated the fact that she couldn't stop her attention from drifting to the enticing vision of a flat, taut belly revealed by his raised top. Her eyes followed the trail of dark hair from his navel to the waistband of his low-slung shorts.

A deep chuckle brought her gaze back to his and she had to steel herself against the humour his knowing smile stirred inside her. "Just checking," he said. "I'll take one for the team if I have to. Keep that in mind."

She rolled her eyes and tried to decide which would be more painful, diving into the valley below or spending another three hours with him. "I honestly don't think I can take any more of this."

"Blame your best friend," he said, dropping his arms to his side. "She's the one playing the peacemaker."

"All the stress of planning the wedding must have finally driven her insane. Anyone can see you and I are never going to get along." Her best friend Sophie began seeing Anthony's younger brother Benedict two years ago, becoming engaged to him twelve months later. As the maid of honour at their wedding next week, Kate had been paired with the best man. Two guesses who that happened to be.

Sophie decided a spur-of-the-moment bonding session in the mountains was just what Kate and Anthony needed to end the hostility between them because she was not having the sniping ruin her wedding day and there wasn’t much either would do for Sophie so they had agreed despite neither wanting to. However, so far the idea was turning out to be a complete flop.

Kate couldn't stop sniping at him and he hadn't even tried to hold back from needling her during the two hours they'd already spent together.

"Aw, don't say 'never'." He rested his arm across her shoulder and pulled her in against his side. "We'll be BFFs after this, I just know it."

Kate pressed her lips together and tried to keep a straight face. She pushed his arm off her and took a deep breath, forging ahead in an effort to hide her amusement. Anthony only let her take the lead for a few minutes before he gripped her shoulders and physically moved her aside so he could pass through. She sighed and tried to focus on the scenery to take her mind off her predicament.

Her pack was a heavy burden at her shoulders, blisters had formed on her toes and sweat trickled down her spine. The trail grew denser and the terrain more challenging the deeper they hiked into the mountains. They hadn't passed a single person on their journey which only served to make her feel even more isolated. In normal circumstances she had a lot of patience, but her control began to slip as the minutes ticked by and her exhaustion grew.

She continued her verbal jousting with Anthony, becoming more personal and less tactful as the hike progressed. The main problem she faced was that her behaviour appeared to annoy her more than it did him. Sometimes he'd reply with a witty comeback and other times she'd notice his shoulders moving in a silent laugh as he turned his head away from her.

Kate was twenty-two and Anthony twenty-four when they were first introduced to each other at a barbeque thrown by his parents. The intention had been to bring the families together since Sophie and Benedict were beginning to get serious. Sophie had no other family save for Kate who had been her best friend since she was 12 and had been by her side through her father’s divorce from Sophie’s wicked step-mother and then her father’s death four years earlier.

From the Kate and Anthony had met, sparks had flown between them, sometimes driven by attraction but more often annoyance. Eighteen months later nothing had really changed but neither of them had tried all that hard to improve their situation either. Up until now their usual method of dealing with the tension had been avoidance, which really didn't solve anything.

Kate released a loud breath and shook her head, knowing what needed to be done. There was nothing like an over-long hike in the fresh mountain air to help bring some clarity to your thinking. For the sake of her best friend’s happiness on the big day she had to put more effort into being less...abrasive toward Anthony.

Over an hour later they reached a clearing and Anthony slipped his arms from his backpack, letting it drop to the ground. He rested against a rock and pulled in air. Kate wanted to cheer with relief as she slid free from her pack to join him. Even though it was the middle of autumn and the days had begun to cool she felt unusually warm.

A smile hovered at his mouth as he glanced at her. "I only stopped so I could take a break from listening to you wheeze."

Kate moved in beside him to share the rock. She let out a breathless laugh, too tired to fight with him. "I'd kiss you in gratitude if I didn't think you'd hurt me." She stared at the tree-filled landscape, listening to the wind rustle through the leaves while she braced herself for his reply. When the silence stretched on her gaze shifted to him. "Why so quiet?" she asked. "No more digs?"

Anthony's body remained facing straight ahead; only his eyes slid in her direction. "We need to stop that."

She threw a furtive glance his way. "I've been thinking the same thing."

"It's going to take a lot of effort, more on your part than mine."

She hummed her agreement, the humour in his tone making her smile. Kate soaked up the silence with him for a while, losing herself in her thoughts. She couldn't imagine what it would be like being friends with him now, they'd spent too long as...she didn't even know what to call the relationship they currently shared. Maybe a truce was the easiest option.

"Say something nice to me," she finally said, wanting to test him. "I bet you can't even come up with one thing."

He pushed off the rock and took a couple of steps away, turning to face her once he'd put some distance between them. He appeared to be thinking it over but it didn't take him too long to find an answer. "All right," he said, "even though you dress like a sixteen-year-old skater chick I can tell there's a hot body hidden somewhere under there."

She shifted gravel around with the toe of her sneaker and hid her amusement. "Wow, thanks. I guess a backhanded compliment is better than nothing at all." Kate looked up at him, deciding to have a try at this nice thing herself. "I like you’re erm… that bit," she said pointing to the area between his navel and waistband.

"This?" he asked, lifting the hem of his top. She kept her mouth shut and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He let his top fall back into place and said, "Okay, I'll admit I also find your sense of humour entertaining."

Kate bit the inside of her cheek, enjoying herself. She wanted to draw the moment out even longer but figured she'd be pushing her luck. "I think you're annoyingly funny sometimes, too," she finally relented.

He laughed as he bent to pick up her backpack. "Thanks. That's more than enough for one day. Let's keep moving before I get all emotional." He helped her slip into her straps, the gesture so considerate it left her feeling unsure how to respond. She made the wisest decision and just offered a simple thank you. When he'd shouldered his own pack he tugged her ponytail, a reminder they weren't quite friends yet, and headed off to begin the rest of their journey.

Kate stood there for a while longer, feeling hopeful about this new development. A sense of warmth had begun to develop between them that she'd never experienced with him before now. Maybe Sophie had been right and spending time in a situation where they couldn't avoid each other was just what they needed. She'd have to keep an open mind about it all and see where it headed.

His movements distracted her from her thoughts. Kate's gaze lowered to his legs and she watched him walk, taking note of the way the muscles shifted beneath his smooth tanned skin. His shorts were just tight enough for her to get a decent rear view and once she'd set eyes on him she couldn't look away.

"You have a nice ass!" she yelled out before she could stop herself.

Anthony lifted his arm, did a fist pump above his head and kept trudging on.

"So that's it, then." Kate shoved her backpack into the trunk of her car and lowered the lid. Sophie had urged them to travel in one vehicle but there's only been so much togetherness they were willing to tolerate. Anthony drove himself here and parked alongside her in what was now an otherwise empty lot.

Having already stowed his bag he stood with her between their cars to say goodbye. His hands were splayed low on his hips and he regarded her with a friendlier expression than she'd grown used to expecting from him. "Yep. It didn't turn out too badly after all," he said.

Her mouth curved with a hesitant smile. "You're actually an okay person once you stop trying to be so irritating."

He chuckled as he looked her over. "And you're pretty good company when you're too tired to speak."

She huffed out a laugh and looked away, surprised by how much easier it was to be around him. The last few hours had opened her eyes to the man hidden beneath the antagonistic exterior and Kate had to reluctantly admit she liked what she'd discovered. "I hope everything's going to be okay between us at the wedding now," she said, meeting his eyes.

Anthony leaned past her to open the driver's side door, resting his arm along the top edge. "If we can manage to find some tape for your mouth to match the colour of your dress I think we'll be fine."

She laughed and gave him a playful shove. "I was being serious."

"Hey." He let go of the door and grabbed her wrists in defence, holding her at bay. "So was I."

His patient amusement and the feel of his warm fingers on her skin encouraged a twinge of something intimate and unexpected inside her. She stared at him while he held her, not sure whether she wanted him to pull her closer or release her. Going by the expression on his face she guessed similar thoughts were whirling around in his mind. "I'm done attacking you," she said, reminding him that he still held her.

"I know. I'm not letting you go just yet." Anthony kept his eyes on her while he tugged her slowly toward him. "I want to show you something."

Kate's gaze narrowed. "What?"

"Relax. Stop looking at me like I'm going to hurt you." A sliver of space separated their bodies. She could feel the heat emanating from him. "Benedict and I used to beat the crap out of each other when we were younger, as did the rest of our siblings" he said. "Our mother always stopped the fighting and made us hug, her theory being that you can't be angry at someone when you're hugging them."

"Your mother's a hippy. I'm not getting all cuddly with you." Kate teased

The sound that came from him was somewhere between a laugh and a growl. "Let’s just Try it, Kate. You can Give me hell later if it doesn't work."

Anthony released her wrists and slid his hands slowly over the curve of her shoulders. He watched her while he touched her, somehow making the connection more personal. She shivered and before she could take a bracing breath he drew her into his arms, wrapping her up in a hug so tight, so comforting, that she actually sighed.

Kate sank into the moment and turned her head to rest her cheek against his chest. Her arms came up to encircle his waist and she held him, immersing herself in his strength and warmth. His heart beat strong and steadily beneath her cheek, his chin resting on the top of her head while he kept her close. She had no idea how long they stood there like that but the feel of his palm stroking her spine, squeezing the back of her neck before it slid down again, felt so good she didn't want him to let her go.

She could've sworn he placed a soft kiss on her hair before he eventually clasped her arms to pull her back from him. The separation made her want to cry out in protest. Kate looked up at him, still dazed by the contact.

"Do you feel like arguing with me?" he asked, sweeping his thumbs over her shoulders.

She moistened her lower lip and shook her head, overwhelmed by the tenderness of the moment. Kate felt like doing something but it had nothing to do with arguing. "I take it back. She was right." Her body swayed toward him of its own accord. She laughed, uncomfortable with her needs but unwilling to give up the opportunity for more. "You're good at that. I want another one," she said.

A look of amusement passed over his features and he tugged her back into his arms without even questioning her request. She surprised herself by hugging him tightly and rubbing her cheek against his chest, soaking up the solid heat of him. His hands warmed her back, his fingers flexing against her muscles in a rubbing, massaging motion that had her closing her eyes to savour the touch. Kate's own palms moved tentatively over his spine, stroking, soothing.

He located a sore muscle just above her shoulder blade and she arched her back, pressing her body closer. She heard and felt the groan that travelled through him; a responding tingle of excitement hit her deep in her belly. Even though she'd always found him physically attractive she hadn't been able to see him as anything other than just the annoying brother of her best friend’s boyfriend. Now she could barely remember what it was about him that had rubbed her up the wrong way.

Anthony dipped his head and left a soft kiss on her temple. He kept her snugly against him with one arm while his other hand tilted her chin. She clutched his waist and held her breath as she gazed up at him, wondering what she'd find in his expression.

His brown eyes were intense as they met hers, his jaw clenched while he looked her over. His thumb swept across her lower lip and his mouth tilted in the slightest of smiles. He leaned closer and said in a low voice, "If I knew in the beginning all you needed was one good...hug to make you more agreeable, I would've done it when I first met you."

Kate scowled at him while trying to hide her smile. Just because there was a chance he might be right didn't mean she wanted him getting ahead of himself. "You think you can shut me up with a hug?"

"I doubt that'll keep you quiet. This will, though." His hand curved around her neck and he pulled her up on her toes to press his mouth to hers.

Her eyes closed and a sigh rippled through her. She grasped his t-shirt and held on. Her heart thudded and her stomach plummeted at the suddenness of it all. One thought filled her mind in that moment: Oh, God...Finally... Finally .

The kiss started out slow, his warm, firm lips coaxing hers to respond. She let him pull her along with him, opening her mouth to accept the silky invasion of his tongue. Just the tip flicked over hers then retreated, his hands resuming their arousing caresses up and down her back.

Kate trembled with a quick shiver, flattening her palms against his chest. She no longer noticed the chill in the air, the tiredness in her bones. Her mind focused entirely on Anthony, still reeling at their change in circumstances. She leaned into him. A moan came from her as her arms slid around his neck and her tongue thrust against his. The connection went deeper, the kiss turned wilder. His hands supported her while his mouth took control, guiding, arousing. She couldn't get close enough. The urge came over her to climb his body and clamp her legs at his waist.

Anthony's fingers wrapped around her ponytail and he broke the kiss to tug her head back. His lips moved over her exposed throat, flicking his tongue here, sucking lightly there and driving her to the point where she wanted to beg him for more. He dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat and her mouth dropped open. She let out a sigh, neediness growing inside her until it took on a life of its own. She sank her hands into his hair and pulled him up so she could bring his mouth back to hers.

"You're a good hugger," she said breathlessly, brushing her lips over his, "and a good kisser. That mouth...I knew you would be."

His teeth nibbled her earlobe while he gripped her ass and pulled her against him. "Wanna see something else I do well?" he asked.

Although she heard the humour in his voice his erection was impossible to miss. She knew the offer was a serious one. Desire rolled through her and she laughed when she least expected to want to laugh. "Yeah."

A husky chuckle vibrated against her throat. "Here?"

Kate's eyes flickered open, sweeping over their surroundings. They were still alone. At this late hour no one would be starting out on a hike. "Yeah," she repeated.

He groaned and took her mouth again, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other squeezed her ass, grinding her against his erection. He was hard... so hard. She slipped her hand between their bodies and stroked him, her fingertips running along his rigid length. He growled and his tongue swept over hers, his hands growing more demanding. She massaged his cock, wanting to feel his silky skin without any barriers, to find out what it was like to have him, the last man she'd ever expected to actually be with in this way, thrusting inside her, filling her, making her come.

Anthony pulled his mouth from hers and spent one breath-stealing second looking into her eyes then he turned her and closed the door, pressing her against the car. She'd expected him to drag her into the back seat, now her stomach churned in anticipation. Kate closed her eyes as his hands slipped under her t-shirt and smoothed over her ribs, roaming upwards to enclose her breasts. She let out a harsh breath, her ass pushing back against him. His hands kneaded her flesh, his thumbs slowly sweeping over her hardened nipples.

Anthony leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. His fingers tugged the cups of her bra down, shoving them under her breasts. He teased her nipple with one hand, the other drifting over her stomach to work on the button at the waistband of her shorts.

He released the catch and dipped his hand inside, slipping his fingers under her panties to discover her wet warmth. The rapid change in movement and the confidence behind his touch had her heart pounding. She pushed back even harder and let out a whimper, needing to feel his cock.

"Fuck, Kate, you're so wet." Anthony clasped her breast, teasing her nipple while his fingertips stroked her pussy.

"I need you," she said. "I need..." She dragged in a breath and leaned her forehead on the car, the cool metal a stark contrast to her flushed skin.

His hand released her breast and he grabbed the hem of her top. "Get rid of this," he said.

Kate straightened and tore her t-shirt from her body, dropping it beside her. The haze of desire had her barely able to comprehend what was happening between them. She'd started the day arguing with him and now he had her pinned against her car with her top off and his hand in her panties. "Inside me," she said. "Put your cock inside me."

He groaned and gripped the back of her shorts. "Not yet." He yanked them down with her panties until both dropped freely to her ankles. She only had a moment to feel exposed before he shocked her again by pushing his hand between her thighs. His fingers slipped into her pussy from behind while his other hand teased her clit from the front.

"Anthony!" Her hips jerked and a husky moan tore from her. Her body wanted to push back against one hand and buck forward against the other. His wrist nestled between her legs, his fingers driving slowly into her. Her eyes clenched shut and she felt him kiss her throat. The cool breeze caressed her bare skin.

He circled her clit, teasing and massaging, his strokes firm and thorough. His fingers kept steadily pumping, lifting her to her toes with the pleasure they brought to her. He surrounded her, overwhelmed her. She could smell his clean sweat...feel his strength. He aroused her beyond control.

Kate pressed her palms to the roof of her car, needing to hang on to something, anything. Her eyes flickered open and she focused on his reflection in the glass. His mouth moved to her jaw where he left soft, damp kisses on her skin.

"I'm going to make you come," he said, his voice a low rumble beside her ear. "Then I'm going to fuck you hard...right here...outside...where anyone could see you." He timed his words with the thrust of his fingers, each pump growing in intensity until he had her begging for release.

She lowered one hand to her breast, cupping her flesh, rubbing her nipple. He massaged her clit, caressing the sensitive bud until she just couldn't take any more. Her hips moved back again and again to meet the slide of his fingers. She bent her head and sucked in air as it came over her. Her body shuddered and her hips lifted from his hand. She moaned, losing herself in the moment until she finally closed her eyes and cried out, "Anthony. Oh...my God!"

She nearly collapsed but his arm wrapped around her. Kate relaxed against him, letting him take her weight as her body shook with the last of her tremors. He groaned and kissed her cheek, his lips lingering. "You might be a pain in the ass but you're an unbelievably sexy pain in the ass."

She managed a smile; she would have laughed if she still had her wits about her. Kate leaned her head on his shoulder and felt his fingers leave her. He kissed her jaw and moved behind her. A few seconds later the sound of a zipper filled the silence and a new wave of desire crashed through her.

She closed her eyes, tilting her hips backwards to welcome the thick glide of his cock. He sank inside her, filling her, letting out a deep sigh as she took him in. His hips rested against her then he drew back and plunged inside her again. "Ohhh...that feels..." Kate tried to put the words together but they wouldn't come. "I can't even speak."

Anthony slipped one arm across the front of her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her. His other hand gathered her wrists together and rested them on the roof of her car. Her breasts flattened against the glass. He leaned on her back, his thrusts gaining intensity. Kate felt his harsh breaths on her neck, the flex of his fingertips digging into her hip. The sensations were almost too much but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted the closeness between them to continue on...and on.

His hold on her tightened as his cock plunged inside her. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her cheek, her throat, his mouth hot and damp on her skin. "Kate," he said, his deep voice sounding breathless beside her ear. "Kate."

Her eyes drifted open. The way he spoke her name made her stomach flutter. He drove into her so hard that she cried out with every thrust. He kept up the pace for so long that his stamina left her breathless. She braced herself for something that seemed just out of reach but then without warning it came over her again. Her muscles tensed as it hit her in a rush. She pulsed deep inside, her stomach clenching, her thighs clamping around him. A low scream came from her and she quivered in his arms.

Anthony gave her a squeeze and let go of her wrists. He cupped her breast, holding her while his thrusts slowed to a deep grind. Kate rested her palm over his hand, whispering unintelligible words. He pressed his lips to her cheek and let out a long, shuddering breath as he came inside her.

The only sounds for a while were the wind rustling through the trees and the distant call of a flock of birds. The afternoon had begun to slip into early evening, the shadows lengthening across the ground. Neither of them spoke as he withdrew from her and tucked himself back into his shorts. Kate felt exposed now the urgency had passed, the cold air sending a shiver through her. She pulled up the cups of her bra and busied herself redressing, trying not to think too much about whether or not she'd get the opportunity to do this again with him. Now she'd experienced a taste of him; it only made her want more, much more.

She finally looked up only to discover Anthony standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching her with an amused expression. "You're overthinking this now, aren't you," he said.

"No, I'm not." Kate smiled at him, refusing to let on what had been going through her mind just now. "I'm wondering how you're going to go about telling my best friend you seduced me and took advantage of me."

His eyes glimmered with humour as he looked her over. "Some things are best kept quiet. I'd hate to stress out the bride. She has enough to worry about." He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, silencing her with a deep leisurely kiss. When he eventually pulled away the sweetness of it had her leaning forward for more. He smiled and kissed her again, slipping a hand from his pocket to curve around her neck. This time when he broke the contact he rested his forehead against hers. "I'm giving you fair warning we'll be doing this again soon ...and if you say no I have my ways of convincing you to change your mind."

Kate bit her lip to try to contain the happiness that wanted to break free. Despite everything that had occurred between them she still couldn't resist the temptation to stir him up a little. "No," she said, her smile issuing a challenge she knew he'd take on.

~*~

Kate stood with the other guests and watched as Benedict led Sophie through the bridal waltz, the vision of them together under the subtle lighting one of the most romantic she'd ever seen. Sophie looked stunning in her strapless white dress with diamonds sparkling at her neck, her blonde hair arranged in a bun. Benedict made a handsome figure with his dark hair and charcoal suit. Neither of them could take their eyes off each other.

The wedding and the reception had turned out to be perfect. Everything fell into place just as Kate had expected it would under the supervision of her well-organised best friend. Even the weather had cooperated.

She heard the DJ interrupt the music to announce the best man and maid of honour would now be joining the happy couple on the floor. Just as Kate turned her head to search for Anthony he appeared at her side and held his elbow out for her. No matter how many times she'd seen him today dressed in his suit and crisp white shirt, he still took her breath away. She smiled up at him and linked her arm through his, following him out to the middle of the dance floor.

He took her in his arms, gazing down at her as they danced. The intimacy in his expression would be impossible to miss for anyone who happened to be watching them. Kate had given up trying to hide the developing relationship between them now the formalities of the day were over. She'd chosen to just enjoy it for what it was and try not to think too far ahead. They'd spent every night together this past week and the passion they shared in the parking lot had turned out to only be a hint of what was to come.

"I like you in a dress," he said as he turned with her in his arms.

Kate wore a strapless berry-coloured gown and her hair had been styled similar to Sophie's, sitting off to the side in a low, intricate bun. "So you've said about a hundred times. I like you in a suit but that's not going to happen every day either."

He raised his brows and gave her a once over. "So this is the first and last time I'll ever see your legs, apart from when we're..."

Her eyes widened and she spoke to him in a loud whisper. "Oh, my God. Don't talk to me like that in front of everyone. They're all watching!"

"What?" Anthony stared at her as if she'd taken him all wrong. He kept his voice low as he continued on. "You have a dirty mind. That was completely innocent. I was just going to say 'when we're fucking'."

Kate tipped her head back and laughed, her body swaying toward him. He pulled her closer, wrapping her up in his arms. Even though they were surrounded by family and friends and supposed to still be dancing Anthony had a way about him that made her get all caught up in his world and forget about what was going on around her.

He dipped her in his arms, leaning down to press his lips to her throat. She closed her eyes and smiled, realising she couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be in that moment

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

A long time ago, after I posted my Neddy learns about Anthony’s Dad Lore drabble, I got an anon ask for more “grown ass Kanthony”. I can’t find the ask now and this soooo late, but I hope you still enjoy some geriatric Kanthony!!!

Anthony couldn’t quite remember how it started. He didn’t know when he began collecting them like tokens. The creases next to Kate’s eyes deepening when she smiled, the hints of grey peaking out as he ran his fingers through her soft luscious hair. Signs of a life well lived, a happy one, a long one. And he collected each bit, every time he managed to catch a glimpse, he stored them in his heart, to thank the lord, the universe, or whatever divine entity had granted him the privilege of not just growing old, but growing old with Kate.

Once upon a time, before Kate, when his life was just somehow… less, less vibrant, less joyful, less worth living, he remembered panicking upon finding a singular strand of grey hair sprouting right at the crown of his head. It had seemed like an ugly reminder that the finish line was approaching and he was not fast enough to outrun it. He did not have his affairs in order, the arrangements for the estates were still incomplete and his plans for his tenants were still unfinished.

But now, much like everything in his life after Kate, including his own self, it was different. Nowadays, the white hair was an excuse for him to tease his youngest son that his mischief was turning his father grey. Every ache was an excuse for his daughter to offer to kiss it better. Every ache was an excuse for his oldest to playfully rib him. Signs of a life well lived.

However, he still knew that his wife carried them off much more gracefully.

Which is why when he came upon Kate laid down in the middle of the day, with a physician at her bedside, he felt the once familiar fear creep through him, numbing him from fingers to his toes, chilling his heart. He couldn’t help but wonder if his gratitude had come across as gloating and now Kate was being punished for it. He felt frozen, unable to move, step over the threshold of his bed chamber and face whatever grotesque reality he met there.

His eyes were trailing frantically around the room when his gaze collided with Kate’s. The hum of panic in his brain cut off abruptly.

Because his wife was blushing. A fascinating shade of purple under the warm brown of her skin. He had seen it before but each time, he still felt as fascinated as he had the first time he’d seen it.

A few weeks after their wedding, after many letters to Mary and an unreasonable amount of visits to an ambassador from India, he had finally learnt to say I love you in Kate’s native tongue of tamil. One day, as they lazed around their favourite drawing room at Aubrey Hall, after supper, he’d said it, rather abruptly, clumsily forming the words just as he’d practiced. And then Kate had giggled, the sweetest little laugh he’d ever heard, flushed that beautiful hue of purple he would swear was his favourite colour till the day he died, and, buried her face in his shoulder. He felt thrilled, fascinated, enchanted. He finally understood the concept of eureka his philosophy professor at Oxford had tried so hard to teach him.

Later, when his chest was no longer so puffed with pride that his waistcoat was in imminent danger of bursting open, Kate would tell him that it felt more intense when he said it in tamil, excessive in its devotion. And he’d rush to assure her that he meant it in an excessively devoted and besotted manner, and then Kate would smile in a way that made her eyes shine and made her lips look kissable.

Shaking off that pleasant memory of one of the best days of his life, he blinked at Kate.

The physician, a crotchety old man who’d tended to all the Bridgertons at Aubrey Hall, for many years now, simply cleared his throat, bowed to him and walked out with remarkable speed. Momentarily distracted from Kate, Anthony frowned at his retreating figure.

But then as always, he turned back to Kate. Who was now smiling a secret smile at him, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

“You’re going to have to buy 50 more dolls to keep things fair ”

And just like that Anthony’s list of signs of a life well-lived, his forever with Kate, grew exponentially longer.

[lookingfts]

Thanks to @crookedchildpanda for the prompt including JB's glasses! I am a huge sucker for that look (and so is Kate).

She’s done just fine resisting Anthony Bridgerton so far.

Well, maybe not just fine. Maybe that’s an overstatement when she still loses her breath at that dark flash in his eyes that comes out when she’s competing with him over something stupid. When she spends hours thinking up new insults, new criticisms, new weaknesses to needle at to piss him off the way he regularly pisses her off. When she lays in bed and thinks about his eyes, his jaw, his mouth, the annoyingly perfect cut of his face and his body as she touches herself.

But she’ll never actually fuck him, she swears. Kate will not be a notch on the bedpost of London’s most notorious trust fund slut. She absolutely refuses, no matter how many times he looks at her a little too long or brushes a hand over the small of her back or murmurs in her ear and she’s instantly horny in a way that feels like a medical condition.

In the end, it’s a complete surprise. The thing that does her in.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Kate asks extremely impolitely over the table at brunch. Anthony hasn’t even sat down yet, and all of their friends – well, her friends, his family – whip around to look at her. Whoops. Her ribbing is typically a little more…discreet than that.

He makes a show of looking down at his chest. “A jumper?”

The jumper is sexier than it should be, stretched tight over his absurd muscles, but that’s not what she means. “No, your…” He raises an eyebrow, and Kate feels heat rush to her cheeks. “Never mind, you look stupid, is all.”

It’s lame and uncreative, as far as insults go, and Kate buries her face in the menu even though she gets the same thing every time they come here. Anthony slides in across from her, and- fuck.

Does she have a glasses thing? It feels like maybe she has a glasses thing. Or maybe it’s just an Anthony-in-glasses thing, because she’s never noticed it before, and suddenly she is more attracted to him than she’s ever been to anyone in her life and fuck that, honestly, it’s so unfair.

The following ninety minutes are pure torture, as Anthony keeps looking at her and Kate steadfastly pretends not to notice, and his foot bumps against hers in a way that’s probably accidental, given their positions, but sends a sharp jolt through her nonetheless.

“I like the glasses,” Daphne says, tapping the corner of her brother’s frames as he tries to duck away. “They make you look smart.”

“They make me look old,” he protests, and Kate thinks a little hysterically about how not true that is. “But my contacts were on back order, so it’s this or be blind and walk into traffic.”

“There’s an option,” Kate says chipperly, attempting to regain some of her balance after her slip-up earlier. And Christ, that's a mistake. His eyes flash behind the glasses, and Kate thinks she has just discovered her own personal kryptonite.

She needs some air. In a performance that is probably unconvincing, but everyone else is too lost in conversation to notice, Kate pretends to feel her phone buzz and tugs it out of her pocket.

“It’s Edwina,” she says pointlessly. “I have to call her. I’ll be back.”

Her waffle lies half-eaten on the table as she strolls out of the restaurant and slumps against the wall, inhaling deeply. She will not blame herself for being an adult woman with a healthy sex drive, but she will blame herself for directing that sex drive toward fucking Anthony Bridgerton, of all people.

He’s kind awful. He’s smart arrogant and gentle condescending and he loves his family hooks up with too many women and almost certainly has some type of infection and he looks at her like he wants to take care of her conquer her.

Not for the first time, Kate wonders if she secretly wants to be conquered by him. Wonders if she could forgive herself for letting it happen.

“You’re off your game today.”

Kate jumps off the wall, her eyes snapping open. Anthony looks unbearably smug, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirks at her. “Yes, well, occasionally I do have better things to do than tear you apart, Anthony.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he hums, taking the smallest step toward her. She has a dozen ways to escape, knows Anthony would never actually pin her down, but she feels trapped anyway. Trapped by his gaze and the heat from his body and the shiver of arousal that travels slowly down her spine. “If I’d known the glasses would do something for you, I would have worn them ages ago.”

It should be taunting, but his voice is unexpectedly soft. Like he’s not teasing her. Like he means it. “Who says I care about your glasses?”

That would have worked better if she didn’t sound so shaky. Anthony leans toward her a little more, his confidence growing in small bursts, and this is humiliating. It’s eleven in the morning and she’s creaming her knickers over this man she wants hates so much.

Anthony swallows, his eyes trailing over her face, and all she feels is desire. In her blood, in his gaze. There’s nothing but a burning heat and a cautious, tentative hope. “I absolutely hate these glasses, Kate,” he says. “But I would wear them every day for the rest of my life if it made you tremble the way you’re trembling right now.”

And that’s the worst part of it all, isn’t it? He’s standing here, telling her that he would do it for her. That he would do anything to please her, to stoke her lust, to win her affection.

The worst, worst part is that he doesn’t need to do much of anything. Kate devotes ninety percent of her energy to keeping him at arm’s length, and it’s been a losing battle from the start.

Fuck it. She’ll forgive herself later. Or not.

Her lips are on his and however she expects him to respond, it is not to yank her against him on this public street and tangle his hand in her curls and lick into her open mouth until she moans. It’s not for his glasses to bump against her nose and for that to be some weird turn-on in itself. It’s not for him to literally fucking growl in his throat as he kisses her with mind-numbing intensity.

Kate is disoriented when he pulls away, her lungs burning from the lack of air, his large hands still taking up an insane amount of real estate on her waist. His glasses are slightly askew and really – that’s it. She’s filing an insanity plea. There is no other excuse for why she feels so dizzy, why the thought of going back to her waffle and forgetting all of this feels like madness.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his thumb stroking the soft skin peeking out from her top, his eyes blown out. “Tell me to go back inside or tell me to take you home. Just tell me.”

And it’s suddenly crystal clear that there’s only one option. She’s going to fuck this stupid man and make him keep his glasses on and it’s going to be the best shag of her life, regardless of what happens after. And she’ll regret it, or she won’t, because maybe he does actually want her this badly.

“Go back inside,” Kate breathes, and his shoulders slump, but he simply nods. “And pay for our meals. And tell everyone I have a family thing and you’re going to drive me home.”

Anthony grins, his eyes lighting up behind the glasses, and Kate thinks she might have been wrong before. That is her ultimate weakness. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

[dayas]

I love your writing so much. The way you just tap into the inherent malewife and girlboss energy of Fiyero and Elphaba is chefs kiss.

For the prompt I was thinking either 34 or 20 you decide I’ll love it anyway 

Oh my goodness! This is so kind of you to say, thank you so much 🥺💗 I hope this is okay!

34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

Some more Costars AU because this came to me in a ✨prophetic vision✨

It’s not graphic but they make out a bit so be aware 🫶🏽

(un)official part one

Drabble Prompts

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True to his word, Fiyero had come to know Elphaba better. He knew how she liked her coffee, and how she liked her tea. He knew that even though she pretended to be exasperated when Galinda tried new makeup on her or transformed an outfit, she actually enjoyed the experience. He knew she loved her sister more than she let on, and that she found Boq fairly amusing.

He also knew that she had grown fonder towards him more recently. What he did not know, however, was that Elphaba Thropp’s fondness was accompanied by a few things.

The laughter, for one. A delicious sound, one he wanted to bottle and down until he was delirious from it. She laughed easier around him now, chuckling at his jokes. If he was lucky and he surprised her, he was gifted with a snort.

Another was the touching. She touched him all the time now, a hand on his arm, fingers brushing his hair back when it fell into his face, her palm against his back as she moved by to alert him of her presence. She’d pulled him into a hug once out of pure happiness, thrilled with a scene they’d nailed. He’d gotten too excited, laughing and picking her up, spinning them both around in a circle. He’d put her down afterwards, mumbling an apology through his ever so charming grin. Fortunately, she accepted it, even if she hadn’t embraced him again if it wasn’t written into the script.

Maybe it was her newfound comfortability with him that emboldened him enough to ask her if she wanted to rehearse at his apartment. Once again, he was shocked when she agreed.

Fiyero was grateful he cleaned the previous night. He held the door open for her when they arrived, grinning softly at the brief, playful roll of her eyes.

“You and your gentleman act,” she teased.

“It’s not an act, love,” Fiyero returned, “I am a gentleman.”

“The tabloids say otherwise.”

“Since when have you cared about the tabloids?”

Elphaba shrugged.

“Fair point.”

His eyes shone with a triumphant light. They traveled to his living room soon, moving his coffee table and rearranging his furniture to free the space up for them to travel. After reviewing their scripts and Director Morrible’s notes, they began.

Fortunately for them, the scene wasn’t very difficult; it was the lead up to what would require an intimacy coordinator. He wondered if Elphaba was daunted by the prospect of portraying such a personal matter onscreen, though he had yet to ask her, as he didn’t want to make it seem as though he was doubting her professionalism. He promised himself he would tomorrow — they had a few days to prepare, but he wanted to make sure she was fully comfortable and assist her if she wanted an idea of what to expect.

Fiyero said his lines as he would in front of the camera, a perfect delivery. Elphaba, of course, did the same, and they ended up nose to nose, her body arching into his slightly while his hands held onto her hips.

“Should we…” Fiyero murmured, “I mean, do you want to…”

“Kiss?” Elphaba hummed back quietly, “I mean… it’s in the script. And we’re only rehearsing.”

“Only rehearsing. Right.”

“Right.”

He leaned his head down, allowing her ample time to back out. She tilted her head up and pressed their lips together instead. He forced himself to be brief, pulling away from her after a few seconds.

“The rest is, uh…” Fiyero could only think to shrug as he released her and stepped back.

“We’ll worry about the rest later.”

Elphaba turned from him, walking back over to where her script lay, presumably to examine it. Out of the corner of his eye, Fiyero saw her touch her lips.

They practiced again, each time with the kiss, though Fiyero noticed the look in Elphaba’s eyes seemed to shift each time. Her irises darkened, their beautiful green turning a shade that likened itself to a forest rather than the brilliant emerald they normally were.

They came together again, but this time, she didn’t touch him. They’d played with their positioning each time they ran the scene, testing out different options, trying to see what worked best for their characters.

She stood close, spoke softly, but her eyes never left him, still dark. There was something there, something familiar. Fiyero knew it well, a hunger that could turn ravenous if allowed. He’d seen it plenty of times before, though never on her. Fiyero was struck by the sudden urge to kiss her again, to pull her into him and devour her. He wanted to see what her eyes looked like when her lips were swollen and she was out of breath.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

Shock bloomed in Elphaba’s irises.

“Fiyero, that’s not the line,” she whispered, though her fingers twitched at her sides. He heard her breath catch when he moved her braids back carefully, lowering his head to her neck and murmuring, “I know that’s not the line, Elphaba.”

He didn’t care, either.

He paused before his lips could meet her skin, his breath hovering in the centimeter of air between them.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He would, even if he was certain it would be as painful as removing his brain from his skull. Elphaba’s head shook back and forth once.

“No.”

He kissed her neck softly, hiding his grin against her skin when he felt her melt into him. She pulled his head up, her fingers slipping into his hair as she kissed him. He bit down on her bottom lip gently, quite satisfied with the scandalous noise it drew from her.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he mumbled in between kisses, “we won’t make it.” Somehow, they collapsed onto the couch together, Elphaba landing on top of Fiyero’s lap.

“Prove it,” she told him, her mouth hot against his neck. He pulled her back, his fingers tangled in her braids, their heavy breaths mixing together.

“I’m happy to.”

[writtenbygracewilliams]

Kanthony song fic drabble

i can’t love you (yet)

Kanthony drabble inspired by The Healing by Zara Larsson. This song immediately made me think of his confession speech at the end of the Featherington ball.

The Anthony before the Anthony that existed now, that didn’t know Kate Sharma, wasn’t careful. He was reckless. That Anthony lived his life with thoughtless abandon. That Anthony would’ve kicked his own heart around, if ever allowed or let in. His heart was at a core he couldn’t even reach himself anymore, battered and bruised and neglected. For eighteen years he grew up seeing a fairytale, without knowing love could be a contact sport.

It wasn’t Kate’s fault, none of this was. It’s not Kate’s fault that he didn’t allow himself to love her. Now, in humility, he all but kneels before her. He wants to be with Kate, this woman he loves more than air itself, but only when he knows he will be the man she deserves. He wants to be with Kate as he heals, and after he heals. After he stops carrying the hurt and burden of his father’s death and his mother’s grief, he wants to be with Kate. After he releases the monsters living in his father’s absence, he wants to be with Kate. He all but kneels before her, every fibre of his being desiring her to desire him the same way.

The Anthony before Kate checked his pocket watch more than was healthy, as a distraction and a comfort. That Anthony had found a moment of pain in every second since the timepiece became his. That Anthony felt like he was gripping the edge of a cliff at every heightened emotion, at every raised voice, or every tear stained cheek, to happen in his household. That Anthony closed his eyes and only remembered the darkness of mourning, kept awake by the feeling of a bee sting he never even felt.

Anthony all but kneels before Kate, swearing that all he needs is time. He does not promise he will cry, or that he will not. He just promises that it is his burden to bear. This Anthony knows that this Kate has been unduly plagued by responsibility, and so he swears without contemplation to the fireworks above Featherington House that he will heal for her. He will not be healed by her.

Anthony Bridgerton requests, most humbly, if he may have the honour of Kathani Sharma’s presence after he has healed. After the healing is done.

[Thanks for reading, sorry if you cried, I like to write these short song inspired pieces. Let me know if you want more. Ideas/requests always welcome.]

–Grace Williams xo

[the-truest-sentence-i-know]

9 | Temperature

Fandom: Bridgerton

Character(s): Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Rating: T

Summary: kate catches a cold

Wordcount: 100 | ao3

Prompt: stranded (from @whumpster-dumpster ’s 100 Drabble Challenge: Whump Edition)

“It’s just a cold,” Kate told him the first day.

By the third, she was ashen and shivering under thick blankets.

Anthony managed an hour by her bedside until he found it hard to breathe and had to go outside. He pressed his forehead against a cool wooden gable and closed his eyes. If the idea of losing her then had nearly wrecked him, the idea of losing her now…

No. He could not let his fear make him hide from her. Not again.

He took a deep breath.

Kate smiled weakly when he entered again. Anthony took her hand.

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

Wrote a little something because I felt ✨inspired✨

Edmund Bridgerton II learns an unfathomable fact about his father (aka Anthony’s dad lore is crazy)

Edmund Bridgerton II had earned himself a bit of a reputation. If you asked Eddy, he would swear up and down that it wasn’t his fault. It was just that Eddy had grown up surrounded by women he loved and admired, starting with his Amma. Since the very day he was born, he had been his Amma’s boy. He loved toddling around after her and being allowed to pick out lunch menus or to go to the stable with her to brush his pony. His Amma was the one who taught him numbers and letters and even today, after having been to Oxford and having learnt from world renowned scholars, he still believed that the most knowledgeable person in the world was his Amma.

Then there was Char his little sister. He was too young to remember her birth but since the day Charlotte had become a little person instead of a squealing baby, she was determined to make him proud, by being brave when she scraped her knee, by learning to make a jump on horseback just like him, by finding the best spot at hide and seek to impress him. So when she’d cried to him about being terrible at embroidery after having gifted him a handkerchief with crooked stitching, he hadn’t thought twice about promising to practice her stitches with her, so she wouldn’t be stuck inside while he ran around playing with Miles. Turns out embroidery was rather relaxing and he liked adding an occasional rose to the corner of his kerchief and on one memorable occasion pranking his cousin Augie with something rather rude embroidered on his neck cloth.

Then there was Mary, his baby. Well, she hadn’t been a baby in many years but he swore that sometimes when he looked at her, she still looked like the palm sized infant she used to be. Was it any wonder then that he was willing to sit down and listen to the baby he swore had gone from infant to little girl in the blink of an eye, chatter about bows and colours and hat pins. He had accompanied his baby to many a modiste, enough to learn about the different kinds of tulle and lace.

Which brings him to his current predicament. By the time he was old enough to be a commodity on the marriage mart, Eddy found himself at a great advantage compared to many of his peers. He could talk to debutantes about the things that interested them, like laces and bows and hand embroidery. He knew enough on how to run a household that many girls found it easy to keep up a conversation with him for the length of a waltz. He was popular with women. And truth be told, he enjoyed it. It was never more than a light flirtation but seeing shoulders relax and smiles widen in his presence? Damn it all, it felt good. And so he did nothing to discourage his reputation. His reputation as a rake.

Which is what Lady Danbury was currently telling his bemused mother while Edmund tried to stare very hard at the ballroom floor. Lady Danbury was like a hundred years old and attended about four balls a year. How had she even learnt of this talk about him being a rake?

Having completed her humiliation ritual, Lady Danbury tapped her cane, patted Edmund on the shoulder and moved on. Leaving him to face his mother, who was giving him a bemused smile and a raised eyebrow.

Unable to resist that eyebrow, he began spluttering out an explanation when it got worse. His father clapped him on the back and then looked at him quizzically when he gulped dramatically.

“What’s the matter?” his father asked. And now Eddy had a worse problem. Not only did he have to explain to his mother that he liked flirting with women, he also had to tell his father, his hero. The man who didn’t even know women other than his wife existed. Eddy felt his shoulders slump miserably. His father thought the sun rose and set at his mother’s feet. His father never spent more than hour at his gentleman’s club because he said he got bored without Amma and his children. Eddy loved his father and often went to him for his insight but in this, he didn’t believe his father would have anything to say. His misery was interrupted by a giggle from his Amma.

While he’d been wallowing in his misfortune, Appa had now moved to Amma’s side and was getting his lapels straightened while beaming down at Amma. Eddy stifled a groan. This was not going well.

“He’s your son after all”, Amma was saying. “Rake with a capital R”, and then she winked.

Father inexplicably went bright red and then brought his hands to rest over his Amma’s on his lapels. “Thoroughly reformed now and that’s reformed with a capital R, I’ll have you know, Kathani Bridgerton”. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against Amma’s.

Well used to this by now, Eddy simply cleared his throat. His mother turned to him and laughed with soft delight and his father winked at him playfully.

Feeling something settle in him at the sight, Edmund asked, “Rake with a Capital R? What is that about?”

And this time, it was Anthony’s turn to splutter as Kate chortled once again.

A few minutes later after his father had made a hasty departure with Amma in tow, in the wake of his halting explanation about his reputation before marriage, Edmund felt dazed. His mind felt sluggish, like a cart wheel caught in mud.

His father? A rake? Surely, it was a jest. His gaze drifted to where his parents were waltzing together, standing far closer to each other than was appropriate. He watched as his father pressed a tender kiss to his mother’s forehead, eliciting gasps of disapproval from some of the stricter dowagers. This whole Capital R Rake business was probably his parents idea of a joke, he decided.

I think a lot about the fact that Kate and Anthony’s kids grow up with parents that are so devoted to one another they can’t even fathom their father as anyone other than the doting family man.

Imagine Edmund, 20 and sending all the debs into a flutter when he walks past them with a wink.

“Edmund, you shouldn’t-”

And Edmund just groans “Father, some of us weren’t born romantics.”

And Kate’s behind them snorting into her glass of lemonade.

“I was… certainly not a romantic.”

“Of course you weren’t.” Edmund scoffed skeptically.

“I wasn’t! I was horrible to your mother!”

“Oh I’m sure.”

“It’s true unfortunately,” Kate sighed. “I really was just taken in by a smile. Embarrassing for us both.”

[ladykettlechips]

Chapter 12 of 'The moments in-between' is inspired by a commercial disguised as a poem, and finds Anthony stumbling upon a journal entry from his wife about his poor taste in tea. I will most likely write a second part to this from Anthony's hand! You can read the new drabble HERE! Title: Despite His Taste in Tea Rating: G Tags: Tea, Married, Journal entry Inspired by: Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised as a Love Poem Wordcount: 514

[caramelpenguin]

Kathani Sharma hates the summer It doesn’t take long for her to tan. For her skin to turn from brown to dark brown. While her friends skip and chase and spin in the sun, shorts and crop tops and the heat burning into their skin, Kate walks in the shade.  A distant aunty still sends her ‘Fair & Lovely’ as a birthday gift each year.

I love projecting onto fictional characters

[silverhallow]

14-"This is so stupid."

let's get that muse going

I’ve no idea what this but I hope you like it…

“This is so stupid”

Anthony scowled as he looked at himself in the mirror, his fingers moving to the top of the costume and he let out an annoyed growl as the door opened and Benedict walked through the door, his own costume on and looking as thrilled as Anthony looked.

“This is so stupid” Anthony complained again, “how on earth did we get roped into this”

“Because Sophie was desperate for characters for the school kids as an end of term treat and I find it physically impossible to say no to Sophie, and Kate threatened you if you didn’t agree…” Benedict sighed

“I know but really, Spongebob and Patrick?” he groaned

“Yes but the kids are into Spongebob at the moment… and at least you got to be Spongebob! I look ridiculous as Patrick…” Benedict groaned

“You’re Patrick because you’re taller, at least neither of us are Squidward…” Anthony sighed.

“I wonder which poor soul she’s roped into doing that or if it’s just us two… but come on, we’ve gotta go, the kids are waiting for us” Benedict said, grabbing Patrick’s head.

As they made their way out of the changing room and headed down the corridor towards Sophie’s classroom feeling completely ridiculous but knowing it was for a good cause.

But what they didn’t know was Kate was in the classroom waiting with a camera to film them with the kids and in their costumes.

Anthony jammed the top of his spongebob costume, rueing the day he let Kate introduce Benedict to Sophie as they knocked on the door.

The excited chatter stopped and they heard Sophie’s voice “I wonder who that could be…”

There was a giggle and a squeak from the kids and then a shhhhh from a few of the kids and they heard Sophie’s footsteps coming towards the door “ohhhh kids, I think we have some extra special guests waiting for us… can you remember the words of the song that introduces them?” she asked brightly.

As Sophie opened the door, the words of the Spongebob Song started being sung loudly and very out of key and Anthony and Benedict, fully dressed in their costumes, bounced into the room singing along with the kids.

Kate sat at the back of the room trying not to laugh as she filmed the entire thing. “Oh this is so stupid I love it” she laughed as Sophie made her way over as Anthony and Benedict had started answering questions that the kids were asking.

Sophie giggled “it is rather stupid but it was a genius idea”

“Well Anthony, did say he’d do anything to make up for stepping on Newton… but Benedict…?”

“Spongebob would have been lonely, and honestly, I didn’t think he’d go for it…”

“Just shows you how much he loves you” Kate grinned

“Very true… and they are very cute with the kids” Sophie sighed happily. “They’re going to be amazing dads”

“One sooner rather than later” Kate said quietly.

Sophie gasped, “you… your?!”

“We told our parents and Edi last night…” Kate said her voice low. “I wanted you to be the next one to know… and I wanted to see Ant around kids so this was just a win win”

Sophie squealed and hugged her best friend happily “best news ever”

Their hug was interrupted by a loud grunt as Anthony lost his balance in his costume and toppled to the floor and was being hugged by all the kids “Kate… babe… a little help…”

“Should we?” Sophie said,

“Nah, he’ll work it out, or Ben will when that little boy stops swinging on his arms…” Kate laughed moving the camera back onto them, laughing as they watched the school kids with their husband and boyfriend.

[baddestbittyontheblock]

rhaenyra targaryen fic recs

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 ೇ unthinkable fate by @thesithdiaries rhaenyra targaryen x female!reader | petty fights, its enemies to lovers and y'all know my inspo is kanthony from bridgerton, angst, arranged marriage, incest right?,

-“you will wed lady y/n velaryon, and you will do so without protest.” 

 ೇ illicit affairs by @laenordeservedbetter rhaenyra targaryen x female!reader platonic!Daemon targaryen x fem!reader, harwin strong x fem!reader (unrequited love) | angst (rhaenyra and harwin aren't together in this and rhaenyra has kids with someone else, but the father of her children is unnamed.), canon divergent, viserys slander?

-love is a battlefield and you are a warrior. years you’ve been traipsing around the battleground, expecting to not be maimed.

 ೇ if only you knew by ^ rhaenyra targaryen x reader | internalized homophobia (it gets resolved quickly), fighting, language

-You demand an answer to why the princess has been meddling in your affairs.

 ೇ nsfw drabble by @writingsofwesteros rhaenyra targaryen x reader | smut

-“shh, rhaenyra.” you giggled out with a shush as you looked over your shoulder at the closed door.

 ೇ you called by @buggyswritingcorner rhaenyra targaryen x reader | angst

-"you came."

"you called."

 ೇ nsfw alphabet by ^ rhaenyra targaryen x reader

-rhaenyra likes to be taken care of, that is not to say she won't treat her partner properly and wash their hair for them in the copper bath.

 ೇ my sweet girl by @newcaptainofsquad9  rhaenyra targaryen x fem!velaryon!reader | hurt, romance, comfort, smut(18+ only ,smut, dirty talk,  mommy kink, slight queen kink), 2.5k

-you’ve been distant from your wife, rhaenyra ever since she was crowned queen of the seven kingdoms, going back and forth from driftmark to kings landing all while growing quiet at small council meetings. rhaenyra decides to take matters into her own hands, flying you to dragonstone with her to give  of you the space you deserve while pleading with you to tell her what the issue is. 

 ೇ rhaenyra headcannons by ^ rhaenyra targaryen x reader

-being corlys’ bastard daughter in a secret relationship with rhaenyra would include...

 ೇ milf rhaenyra by @barbiedragon rhaenyra x wetnurse!reader | smut (f*ingering, l*ctation, n*pple play, mommy k*nk, and oral)

-where reader is a wet nurse for rhaenyra’s babes over the years. perhaps one night she is in pain, maybe a clogged duct or the babe is not latching right and making her rather upset. rhaenyra goes to visit her and assists her.

 ೇ milf rhaenyra by ^ dom!rhaenyra x sub!reader | lactation kink, mommy kink, fingering, praise kink

-“sweetling, are you going to use your words or just stare at me all day?”

 ೇ overprotective soft rhaenyra by ^ rhaenyra x little!gn!reader

-your hand is always in hers, fingers laced together as she keeps you close

 ೇ five ways to make cum by @whosdragon rhaenyra targaryen x reader | smut & fluff | wlw, mentions of oral sex, exhibitionism, mama kink, playing with nipples, sitting on face, mentioned homophobia, overprotective!rhaenyra, use of vibrators, sexual fantasies, mentions of voyeurism, wet and hot kissing, lots of physical touching, mentions of menage, praise, ordeal of orgasm.

-kisses are a trigger for her, wet kisses, with sloppy tongue, with her face dripping with saliva and slobber, she remembers the first time she simply got aroused just kissing you,

 ೇ a princesses order by @sl-ut rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader | descriptions of sex, slight hints homophobia, arranged marriage, 4.4K

-rhaenyra tries to come to terms with the fact that y/n is betrothed and will soon be leaving king’s landing, but it is much more difficult than she had anticipated.

 ೇ tension by @sleepparalysisdemon112 rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader | made up house, some unrealistic things for this time period (keyword FICTION) just fluff

-ever since you two met, you’ve always been more than friends

 ೇ you get hurt reactions by @milliesdiary hotd x fem!reader | "who did this to you?" trope, blood, kind of gory (?), fluff

-you get injured one day and your self-proclaimed "rival" has a problem with it.

 ೇ horizon by @delicrieux rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader

-grief is just love persevering

 ೇ daydream by ^ rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader

-rhaenyra always considered you her closest friend

 ೇ show me love by @aerysa-targaryen rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader | enemies to lovers

-at the start, in your younger years, you and rhaenyra were best friend, you almost consider her as the sister you never had. but everything change when your sister, allicient, marry viserys, of course, you were happy for your sister! she'll be queen, but because of that, rhaenyra start to avoid you, she does not understand how you can agree with this.

 ೇ black moons in those eyes of hers by @lotties-ashwagandha rhaenyra targaryen x redpriestess!reader | 1k+

-you listened as the church bell chimed above the red keep. it taunted you, mocking your greatest fears and greatest prides.

 ೇ gods and masters by ^ rhaenyra targaryen x reader

-rhaenyra being jealous of alicent cause she thinks she’s into reader

 ೇ goddess of the skies by ^ rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader

-the deep sapphire abyss of the sky hung above you. you watched as soft clouds made their way across its endless expanse, their pace slow and steady, peace engulfing them completely. 

 ೇ pleasure by @artemiscrocksgf rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader | mature, explicit 18+ (minors DNI) nsfw (smut, some explicit language, fingering (receiving and giving), oral female), 2.5k

-“there are other means of pleasure”

 ೇ hers only hers by @rhaenerystargaryen rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader | mentions of being harassed

-rhaenyra comes to your rescue after an awful encounter with a knight, but can't help but feel a certain sense of possessiveness over you.

 ೇ little dove by ^ rhaenyra targaryen x mute!fem!reader

-rhaenyra wants your attention, so the two of you play a game

 ೇ rhaenyra fic by @marvelcriminalhoe  rhaenyra targaryen x handmaiden!reader | power imbalance (which could lean towards dub con but reader is entirely willing.) talks of political marriages. oral (Fem receiving.) kissing, groping, declarations of love, 3.2k

-“touch me there. right there.”

 ೇ the archer by @epiphany-of-a-madwoman rhaenyra targaryen x reader | angst and comfort

-all of rhaenyra's enemies started as friends and she's terrified you'll be next.

 ೇ rainy mornings by @gtgbabie0 rhaenyra targaryen x reader

-you and rhaenyra enjoy a peaceful morning together

 ೇ yes, my leige by @scarletwidowsbaby rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader | fluff, bit of smutverbal fighting, blood, Rhaenyra tries to kill you in annoyance, light smut, groping, breast play. 18+ only, minors dni.

-after seeing the new caretaker for syrax, rhaenyra decides she wants her.

 ೇ three-headed dragon by @arabellasleopardcoat rhaenyra targaryen x reader | Implied smut. dance of the dragons. canon character death (Not Rhaenyra)

-three times rhaenyra marked you, and one time you did too. or snippets of the love story I so wanted to tell but didn’t feel confident enough to write.

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Came across this photo and wanted to do a cheesy little drabble for it. Not set in any specific universe of my fics, just its own thing.

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Everything would be fine.

She had been to dozens of awards shows before Anthony, sat through the nerve-wracking hours of speeches as she told herself that she wouldn’t win and sometimes she didn’t, and sometimes she did.

But she hadn’t been to one alone in years, and her stomach was churning in a way she hadn’t felt in forever. It wasn’t Anthony’s fault that his flight from Copenhagen had been delayed three times – he’d sounded crushed when he told her that he would keep trying to get back before the ceremony, but he didn’t think he would make it.

Kate tried to sit still, tried to breathe as her hairstylist smoothed out her curls. Tried to think about anything else other than how much she missed her husband after a week apart, how much she wished he would be there holding her hand through every excruciating second.

What if she didn’t go? Would that be so terrible? The fashion designer who had made her gown would probably be pissed, as would her agent, but at least she wouldn’t have to walk down the carpet by herself and sit in a seat next to someone she barely knew and slap on a smile like it was the only place in the world she wanted to be.

She flinched a little as the front door slammed shut – she would really need to tell the makeup artist to tread more quietly, or maybe it was her assistant, or someone making a delivery-

“I’m here.”

Kate whipped around at the breathless voice, a ridiculous grin coming over her face at the sight of her husband standing in the doorway. In jeans and a t-shirt, his hair disheveled and dark circles under his eyes, but he was there and suddenly she could breathe again.

Jumping up, Kate practically raced to him, not particularly worried about her hair or makeup as she fell into his arms. They could always be redone.

“You’re here,” she breathed, clinging to him, soaking in his familiar citrusy scent. “How are you here?”

“Uh, it might have involved generously bribing someone to let me take their seat and pulling a family favor with the airline that felt like a gross abuse of my privilege,” Anthony chuckled, his arms comfortingly tight around her. “But I didn’t want to miss your night. I did everything I could to get back on time.”

Kate laughed thickly, taking his hands in hers and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Sometimes it felt like she never stopped falling in love with this man. “I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to do it without you.”

“But you could have.”

“But I didn’t want to.”

His gaze was so soft, so warm, that if they weren’t on a deadline she would have dragged him to bed that minute. As it was, Kate suspected they would only be making a short appearance at the afterparty. “God, you're beautiful,” Anthony sighed. “I’ll go get ready, okay? I need a shower. I can’t be on camera looking like this when you win.”

She laughed, sending him on his way and settling back into her chair with a newfound lightness.

Whether she won or not, it was going to be a perfect night.

[fayes-fics]

Target Practice [Drabble]

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict teaches his wife how to handle a rifle...

Warnings: Mostly fluff, a couple of suggestive moments, and one explicit line of dialogue. Married couple teasing each other.

Word Count: 0.7k

Author's Note: This is a request fill from DM chat with a lovely mutual who wishes to remain anonymous. They wanted to see a similar teaching scene to the infamous Kanthony gun moment... but with Benedict and his wife. Sorry it's taken so long to write this and that it's so short, but I hope you still enjoy <3 This is set in the Innocence universe.

“Concentrate,” he murmurs, each syllable elongated, the tone teasing and resonant.

You purse your lips and shoot him a sideways glance, feeling his heated breath dusting your cheekbone.

“Maybe it would be easier if you weren’t crowding me out, husband,” you point out with more than a hint of snark.

Benedict lets out a quiet chuckle.

“I’m merely trying to provide ample instruction, my love,” his voice tinged with amusement as a gust of wind makes the trees surrounding you rustle slightly, whipping the points of his cravat up to tickle your neck.

You hum, sceptical of that assessment. He seems to be doing his darndest to distract you as much as assist you.

“Here, hold it… like this,” his arm snakes around your back and his long, warm, agile fingers curl around yours on the barrel of the rifle. 

“You are just doing this in sport now, aren’t you?” you pout.

“Not in the slightest,” he lilts, “you just have to be the very best at everything, don’t you? So here we are.”

You almost hate how accurately he can sum you up with such an economy of words.

“Now look down the barrel of the gun along the aim line; line up your target with that v-shaped notch and fire at will,” he tutors softly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You take a calming breath and line up your aim with the empty wine bottle he has placed on the old stone ruin in the forest, some distance away.

He is silent as you cock the trigger, but just as your trigger finger moves to fire, he leans right in and rumbles right in your ear.

“I love seeing you handle my weapon.”

The gun fires loudly and ricochets you backwards. 

And… you miss—by a country mile.

Your whole body instinctively reacting to that bedroom voice he can affect whenever he wants to rile you.

“Not fair!” you huff loud and indignant. “I call shenanigans! I demand a redo!”

“All is fair in love and war, my darling,” he chuckles, already turned away to load and prepare his gun for the same shot.

“That was not done out of love,” you counter, brushing a stray hair from your face, “but it was a declaration of war, Mr Bridgerton.”

He guffaws louder. “Do your worst, my darling. I was a crack shot at Eton, and I'm still not bad now,” he simpers, the confidence oozing from him both attractive and galling. 

He really needs to be taken down a peg or two.

To be fair, he looks an innate natural with his rifle as he checks the barrel and lines up for his shot, his hold one of practised ease and years of tutelage. You’re almost annoyed at how good he looks, just how damn attractive he looks—his tan britches and blue overcoat straining in all the right places over his muscular outline. Damn him.

“Now darling, once I’m done tutoring you, maybe you will be this good,” he states airily, shooting you a crooked, sideways grin without taking his eyes off the target.

So you deploy the one weapon you have in your arsenal that obliterates him—every time.

Just as you see his trigger finger squeeze, you lean in and slide a hand heavily over the front of his trousers.

“I am so wet for you right now….” you exhale, biting his earlobe, breathing hot and heavy into his ear.

The gun fires…. And he has missed by a mile too.

He swings his head to look at you, mouth hanging open in disbelief as you simply tilt your head and raise your eyebrow.

“What? You did it to me,” you shrug.

“You brazen little minx,” he growls, and its equal parts impressed and annoyed.

“Husband, you told me, on our wedding night, if I recall, if I were ever in such a circumstance that I should tell you right away,” you continue in that smug tone. “I am merely abiding by your ‘ample instruction’,” you volley, echoing his own words right back at him as it's his turn to quirk an eyebrow.

You squeal as he tackles you to the ground. And there is no more shooting for a while… at least not with rifles.

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Kanthony Prompt #12

From Anonymous:

Looking at your profile pic, I would love a drabble about what they could be whispering to each other in those moments from the promos.