#Kanthony fanfic

[bellessimaa]

No but hear me out, Kanthony in India could be quite the story.

Anthony Bridgerton in a kurta! Him seeing Kate in a saree or lehenga because lets face it, the man will lose whatever braincells he had left and simply disintegrate.

The only problem with the writers trying to send Kanthony away to India is the timing of it. Edwina is already married and Kate is with child. After the trauma of Hyacinth’s birth, nothing on earth can convince me that Anthony Bridgerton would willingly let his wife take a hazardous six month journey back to India. Tha just doesn’t make sense.

Another thing that does not make sense woth the timeline is that, if Edwina made a match in India, it must have been while Kate and Anthony were on their honeymoon and I’m sorry but how on earth do you expect me to believe that Kate would miss her little sister’s wedding?

It is all tempting me to write again, something like a fix it where Kate and Anthony embark on a journey to India, because Edwina is supposed to get married, maybe to someone from the maharaja’s court because why not?

Kate leaves for India, but with her endearing, besotted husband who worships the grounds she walks on. They come to India and they do all the things that we are craving to see on screen (Anthony in Kurta? Another sneaky, playful haldi ceremony in the privacy of their rooms? Another mehendi ceremony because ofcourse Kate will have Anthony’s name sneakily written on her hands in hindi? Vexing one another? Potentially some old suitors of Kate, just to make Anthony sweat? Her taking him to all the spots of her childhood, just the way he did in Aubrey hall? Babymaking? Recieving the happy news firsthand?)

Anyway this list will never end. I dont know if we would get a spin off or not, but I might just get around to writing this.

[ladykettlechips]

Boyfriend Shirt

👕NEW SHIRT FIC👕

Kathani Sharma was going to be the death of him. Of course, if they had been alone while she was wearing his old shirt, it wouldn't have been a problem. Sadly, Kate was meant to be staying over with his sister, not him.

That wouldn't stop her from sneaking into his bedroom later, of course...

OR

The Boyfriend Shirt AU I was meant to finish months ago.

Rating: E! E FOR EXPLICIT!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

I hope you enjoy! ;) 👕

[thelesbianluthor]

What's a Kanthony fanfic that you think it's a MUST READ ? Fyi I love me some angst and I prefer to read complete stuff to be on the safe side

I have been reading some lately but I would love some recommendations

[gimmiesophiebaek]

Fics Masterlist

All Sides Now (18+) Completed Post-AOFAG Regency Benophie

Fairytale In New York (18+) Completed Modern-Day Benophie

Chosen Family (18+) Completed Reimagined AOFAG Regency Benophie (with legitimate Sophie)

The Story of Us Completed Flashbacks Modern Benophie

The Bachelor Chapter 7 (on brief hiatus) Modern Day Benophie meets The Bachelor

Spirits (18+) Completed Modern-Day American Bridgerton

Eloise At The Royal (18+) Currently Chapter 20 (Hong Kong) Modern-Day Philoise (+ Bridgetons throughout the story)

Violet Bridgerton’s Party Service Completed Modern-Day Bridgerton (1/4 of the Partyverse)

Just Another Manic Sunday One-Shot Modern-Day Bridgerton (2/4 of the Partyverse)

A Very Vegas Bridgerton Vacation Completed Modern-Day Bridgerton (3/4 of the Partyverse)

Bridgertons Christmas Vacation Chapter 8 Modern-Day Bridgerton (4/4 of the Partyverse)

Autumn Rising One-Shot Modern-Day Theloise

Grilled Nuggets & Apple Seeds One-Shot Modern-Day Benophie + Kanthony

This Woman’s Work One-Shot Modern-Day Kanthony

It’s A Super Spooky Bridgerton Halloween One-Shot Modern-Day Kanthony + Benophie + Philoise + Polin

[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.

[stars-of-kyber]

To Free Me From This Torment -Epilogue

"Kathani Bridgerton stood at the edge of the dockyard, watching as the waves crashed against the hull of the great vessel standing in front of her, her drifting thoughts moving like the tides below her. It was almost comical, how swiftly one's world could change." ___________________________________________________________

Kate stands at the dockyard, contemplating all the changes in her life.

Well, I did it. I wrote the epilogue.

This is the last bit of the Birthday gift for @mimix007, who is a darling and deserves all well wishes in the world. Happy birthday once again.

And once again this would not have happened without @harnitbee who is my bestie and beta and whom I pester so much over this is insane. Seriously, thanks babes

To everyone who commented, kudoed, and reblogged this story, I am forever thankful for the support. You keep me going <3

It's a pretty short ending with Kate's POV, just to wrap things up. I hope you all like it.

Lots of love,

Cee

[statustemporary]

take my hand, take a breath

SUMMARY: Viscount Bridgerton was stubborn, frustrating, got in his own way more often than not, and there was a melancholy about his person most times when she saw him, but she gave him more leeway than she did nearly all of the rest of the Ton.

Except when conversing with her charge before an introduction, a conversation that is decidedly not their first.

//

Or Lady Danbury notices Kate has given them the slip during the Conservatory Ball and she finds her charge having a conversation with the viscount in the garden.

RATING: General Audiences

WORD COUNT: 1,760 words

TAGS: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Conservatory Ball AU, First Dance, no beta we die like edmund bridgerton

AO3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: ahhh not only is this the most i've written since like october??? but this is also my first work for bridgerton. kanthony brainrot has never left me so time to put it to paper. anyway this was inspired by one of my 87 different fanfic prompts i've been posting to tumblr (on @myficprompts) in hopes others will write it but i got impatient on this one and figured i'd just do it myself. (would love to see someone take on the original prompt though! please!!!!! thanks!!!)

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Despite the way they have butted heads since their introduction, Lady Danbury had a begrudging respect for Miss Sharma. Her obstinance in the face of harsh truths was admirable to a degree. Frustrating, to be certain. Ill-mannered, to some extent. Yet the firm set of her shoulders, straight back, and words infused with a note of smugness proved she would be a formidable gatekeeper for her sister’s suitors.

If only the miss would not write herself off so young. Old maid by the Ton’s standards, unfortunately, but by her own, she had a full life still ahead of her.

Miss Sharma may have rejected her suggestion of a match but the curious way in which she admired Viscount Anthony Bridgerton also proved that the walls fortified around her young heart were not impenetrable.

Which meant that Miss Sharma’s disappearance in the midst of her sister’s first dance raised alarm.

As much as she had written herself off, she was still under Lady Danbury’s protection. Personal declarations of not being on the marriage mart did not make her unsusceptible to being compromised or other scandal. A thought that she would have hoped Miss Sharma to consider before wandering off but as Lady Danbury learned earlier, there was still much for her to learn about the Ton.

The dowager parted ways from a nervous Lady Mary with nothing more than a quip about watching her thirst before she moved about the room. The music covered the sound of her cane clacking against the wood floor and gave Lady Danbury the ability to slink along the walls of the conservatory.

Her stop at the set of windows near the entrance door proved most fruitful. She heard the faint sounds of gentlemen departing for the smoking room and, just before she continued her search, she spied her own charge stepping into close proximity to the viscount.

In view of the ballroom and still a respectable distance to not cause scandal, Lady Danbury did not appreciate the familiar nature in which the two conversed, especially as they had not been introduced. Huffing, she made her way to the entry garden.

“…as deficient as your horsemanship. I shall bid you goodnight.”

Lady Danbury came around the hedge at the same moment as Miss Sharma, their bodies nearly colliding.

“Miss Sharma,” she drawled, resting both hands on the head of her cane. She scrutinized the young woman, her eyes traveling to the flustered man who gaped at them like a fish out of water. “Viscount Bridgerton. How curious to find you both out here. Together.”

“My apologies, Lady Danbury – ” Viscount Bridgerton attempted to speak before Miss Sharma cut in suddenly, louder.

“I simply needed air. I did not realize I had to alert you of my need for a break.” She smiled, thin-lipped and with a hint of frustration – at the viscount, at her, at the situation – before bowing her head to Lady Danbury.

“Yes, well, seeing as you are under my protection,” Lady Danbury said, a warning glance to Viscount Bridgerton as he looked equal parts fearful and thrilled at the information, “I fear I did not stress the seriousness of some of the Ton’s etiquette specificities. It is of the utmost importance that they are understood, to lessen any troubles of your sister making a good match. Understood?”

Miss Sharma bit her tongue, her eyes darting to the side to the silent viscount behind her. “Of course, Lady Danbury,” she forced out.

“Lady Danbury, if I may – ”

Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the boy she’d known since he was in leading strings. A boy no longer if the title of Rake he’d worn without care for years meant anything. She always had a soft spot for the Bridgerton family. Her own connection aside, to find a love match such as the one between Edmund and Violet, a love match that proved fruitful until the eighth viscount’s death, was a rarity in the Ton. The strength of the family bonded by that love match showed in the closeness of the children and the genuine love and affection they showered upon each other. Even when she’d watch the children squabble and fight, it was never with the nasty cold demeanor of the rest of the Ton.

Then to watch as Anthony took on the role of viscount, father, and provider before heading to university had softened her more. Lady Danbury admired the way he took care of his family and how he not only kept them afloat following his father’s death but ensured that they thrived. He was stubborn, frustrating, got in his own way more often than not, and there was a melancholy about his person most times when she saw him, but she gave him more leeway than she did nearly all of the rest of the Ton.

Except when conversing with her charge before an introduction, a conversation that is decidedly not their first. She did, after all, recall Miss Sharma’s slip of the tongue on the edge of the dance floor.

“You have done quite enough, Viscount Bridgerton.”

Her glare silenced the viscount as his mouth thinned and his brows furrowed in displeasure.

“Lady Danbury, I must go see to my sister – ”

“Your sister is being looked after by your mother, Miss Sharma. Perhaps you should let those of us seasoned within the Ton take over from here.”

Miss Sharma pressed her lips together for a moment before she responded. “With all due respect, as I mentioned earlier, I was the one to prepare my sister for her debut and I really should be helping to vet the quality of her dance partners…”

The young woman’s words never made it to Lady Danbury’s ears as her eyes were too busy taking in the scene before her. They flickered between Miss Sharma and Viscount Bridgerton with a quick and startling realization.

Cut from the same cloth, they stood before her as the eldest siblings of their families, the caretakers and providers, with strong shoulders upon which the heavy burdens of their families laid. The protectors who cannot see the wood for the trees in regards to the marriage mart.

Equals.

“Hm,” Lady Danbury cut Miss Sharma off. “A dance is a brilliant idea.”

“My lady?” Miss Sharma asked, blinking her eyes in confusion.

“Pardon me?” Viscount Bridgerton asked behind her.

Lady Danbury hit her cane against the ground. Even without the sound of its impact, the two before her stood just a hair taller. She raised her voice as the doors to the ballroom opened. “How wonderful of Viscount Bridgerton to ask for your next dance. Splendid indeed!”

Miss Sharma huffed. “He absolutely did nothing of the sort. He cannot even dance.”

Viscount Bridgerton rolled his eyes. “Now you object to my dancing abilities?”

“I saw how you nearly trampled the young miss on your last dance.”

A smug grin worked its way onto his face as he stepped closer. “So you admit to eavesdropping and watching me now?”

“As I said, it is not eavesdropping if you speak loud enough for the entire party to hear!”

Lady Danbury cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows expectantly at the two in front of her. She swung out her cane, hitting their shins and watching in satisfaction as the two stepped apart though neither were entirely pleased.

“Yes, a dance will be a nice way to tidy this situation up. Afterall,” she said, lowering her voice, “it would not do well for others to know of your conversations and familiarity prior to an introduction. And I will require to know just how familiar you are with each other.”

Miss Sharma laughed off the suggestion. “That will not be necessary, Lady Danbury. I do not host any of the, what was it,” she turned to the viscount for a moment with a saccharine smile before facing Lady Danbury once more. “Ah, yes, impeccable qualities that Viscount Bridgerton is in search of in a wife.”

This time, the huff came from the viscount’s mouth. “That is completely unfair and you know it, Miss Sharma,” he said, a teasing lilt endearing to his voice as he said her name, negating the frustration that colored it prior. He cleared his throat before she could respond and grinned at Lady Danbury much like the cat that ate the canary. “However, you are right, Lady Danbury. A dance is a wonderful idea to mitigate any chance of scandal.”

She watched in amusement as Viscount Bridgerton’s grin widened when he turned to Miss Sharma. He lifted his hand and held it out to her, waiting for a moment.

“Miss Sharma, may I have this dance?”

Despite his proud swagger, the viscount’s request came out soft and like a whisper. His eyes crinkled and his gaze warmed, melting the arrogance that so often moved him forward. For a moment, Lady Danbury felt as if she was witnessing Edmund charming Violet all over again.

Miss Sharma’s breath hitched in the back of her throat at the intimacy that laced his words and she swallowed before quietly answering her agreement. Her hand shook, though Lady Danbury assumed she was the only one to notice, as she lifted it to place in the viscount’s.

Lady Danbury hummed in satisfaction as she allowed the two to enter the ballroom before her, Viscount Bridgerton’s perfect posture only lending to the peacocking he did as he led Miss Sharma to the dance floor. If she knew the viscount as well as she believed to, his peacocking, was less of a matter of besting Miss Sharma at their undisclosed challenge and more at having her on his arm, contrary to what he was currently telling himself. The way their eyes never strayed from one another as they readied themselves only proved her point.

From the corner of her eye, she watched Violet’s jaw drop minutely before their eyes met.

Did he willingly ask…? Her oldest friend seemed to ask. Lady Danbury nodded with a smug smile. The viscount who saw finding a wife more of a duty and chore than a chance for happiness, bewitched by a so-called spinster.

The music started and the two moved in perfect harmony. Their connection was palpable and they enchanted the room as they seemed to float through each step. Only when they began to whisper amongst themselves, a mix of bickering and flirting, did Lady Danbury notice the queen’s arrival at her side.

“What an interesting season this will be,” Queen Charlotte murmured, her smile pleased and mischievous.

“Interesting, indeed.”

[fitrahgolden]

Kate and Anthony's drunken Vegas wedding. Taking pictures in the parking lot like classy folk.

@newtonsheffield

[cvldbones]

who could ever leave me (but who could stay)

But at twelve years old, Anthony Bridgerton sees Kate Sharma sitting at the breakfast table in Aubrey Hall, and something in his universe shifts. or, Kate & Anthony grow up together

The letter arrives during breakfast. Anthony pays it no mind; he is trying to defend his meal on two fronts, as Benedict and Colin each attempt to steal helpings from his plate, and the girls are babbling at an octave that should frankly be outlawed at this hour of the morning, and, anyway, there could not be mail for him. It is not yet time for him to have received his letter from Eton – that will be next year – so for now, his entire world is already within this room. He has no need for people or things or goings-on outside of it.  

“Oh!” his mother exclaims from the top of the table. “Oh, Edmund – Mary and Amit are returning.”

“After all this time?” his father asks, wiping at his mouth with a napkin in one hand and reaching for the letter with the other. Violet hands the page over diligently, propping her chin in her palm as she watches her husband read. Her brow is creased with something like worry, and Anthony stops paying attention to his brothers as he fixates on his parents, a newfound intrigue burrowing within him.

“It seems that Mary’s parents have taken ill and have asked them to come and take over the estate.”

“Nothing quite like a death bed to remind you what is important,” Edmund says, tone uncharacteristically sharp, and Violet sighs. She lets her hand fall to Edmund’s wrist, rubbing a soothing circle into his pulse point.

“They have had another daughter,” Violet says, smile in her voice, and Edmund visibly softens.

“Yes, I see that.”

“This is all good news, though, is it not?”

“Of course, of course. I know how fond you were of Mary. I just also – ” Edmund glances towards the children, so Anthony averts his gaze quickly, fixating on his plate while keeping his ears pricked. His father still lowers his voice, so Anthony knows he is not supposed to be hearing these next words. “You remember the scandal, when they left. And reentering society is no easier than leaving it. There are some kind, wonderful people here – but there are also vipers amongst us, and you and I know that more than most.”

“Yes,” Violet agrees. “Which is why they will need all of the support they can get.”

Anthony is brought back to his own side of the table when Colin and Benedict both reach for the last piece of bacon, which sets all three boys off squabbling, and it only takes a couple of minutes for Anthony to forget the mentions of scandal and a new family joining the Ton.

Read more on AO3!

[bellessimaa]

Chapter 2 of Awaited- OUT now

Anthony Bridgerton’s guide to seduction, conspiracy and ofcourse, love. Slightly non linear, so be warned.

[ladykettlechips]

I managed to bash out a whole chapter 5 for Beautiful Mess after editing Chapter 4 or AO3, ahhhh! And then I made a moodboard (simple and sweet, nothing too fancy-schamncy) and planned an epilogue right before bed xD

ANYWAY, I made Beautiful Mess it's own stand-alone fic on AO3 as well. While I loved writing it for Fools In Love initially, it's undeniable that it morphed into its own thing. It may not be in-depth, but I love writing it so much right now because it's another AU for these two wonderful idiot.

I am currently editing Chapter 5 as we speak, so that may come out at some point on tumblr and AO3 today. It's over 3k words at this point, so currently the longest chapter for what was supposed to be a one-shot.

Anyway, enjoy! Thank you all for showing this fic love on here and on AO3, I truly appreciate it ❤️❤️❤️

[romanticatheartt]

This may be a random request, but I loved the ACOTAR fic recommendations you gave me, so do you have any for Bridgerton? I have fallen down the Bridgerton book/show rabbit hole after seeing Jonathan Bailey in Wicked and finally decided it was time to give Bridgerton a try. Now I am looking for all of the best fics. I’m slowly making my way through them, but I would appreciate it if you tell me your favorites. Thanks! 💜💜

Oh HIIII<33

So the answer to your question is yes, I do have a whole list of my fav Kanthony fics on Google Docs 😭 But I used to read only about them since they're my OTP and I really enjoyed their season. If you're looking for other Bridgeton ships I don't have them sorry :(

When season 2 was released I used to wake up and the first thing I did was check for new Kanthony fanfics lmao and this continued for 6-8 months💀😭 And I constantly updated my list but I stopped at the end of 2023 therefore it's old and so are the fics. But they're good ones and 2022-2023 was a golden era for Kanthony fanfics imo. Whenever I feel nostalgic I read them and it's the best feeling💛

note: the last author on the list is added just now lol I follow them on tumblr as well and I read some of their fanfic and they're so good<33

[gimmiesophiebaek]

This Woman’s Work

Aka the traumatic birth of Edmund Bridgerton

It’s my first Kanthony one-shot. I hope you enjoy it.l on AO3.

[helenakwayne]

Omg you’re writing something new? That’s so exciting! Obviously we’ll wait however long it takes you to finish it, but maybe you could give us a little hint about the plot? ☺️

Hi there, anon. Thanks for asking.

Going for a bit of an age-gap fic here (ten years or so) where Anthony and Kate meet while she's at Oxford with Daphne. Imagine how confused Anthony feels. It's very inappropriate for him to flirt with an undergrad, right? So, flustered Ant does what flustered Ant does. But it doesn't matter. Kate's too young, anyway. Meanwhile, Kate doesn't know what's wrong with Daff's older brother. The guy seems nice enough at first (he's certainly handsome enough), but he's so... unbearable. It doesn't matter. He has the worst reputation, anyway.

Plotted to be around 16 chapters. We'll see how we fare.

[writtenbygracewilliams]

Ignorance Is Bliss (Kanthony Oneshot)

Ignorance is bliss. Anthony Bridgerton does not have ignorance or bliss.

I did it I posted the ABO kanthony with feral Anthony that I wrote in a haze at 1am. I mixed up the ABO dynamics and did something a bit different, but felt more authentic to who Kanthony are. I’m also publicly apologising to Edwina Sharma.

Thank you to this post by @rainbow-sunshine-unicorn that kickstarted my writing frenzy last night.

It’s different to my usual writing style, much more descriptive and prose, but it was fun to branch out. Let me know what you think. I am always here for any and all bottom Anthony/top Kate requests. [Which this sort of is].

–GW xo

[tailsbeth-writes]

🔴 for a bridgerton ship of your chosing

Your word was silky. Lil bit of Kanthony for ya! Read on Ao3 here.

Anthony had never been one for flowery language, that was until Kate came along. She made his mind make up poetry on the spot, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit his attraction early on. He can’t say if it was any good but he thinks even Eloise would find it tedious to read.  He was sitting, reading the newspaper, or at least pretending to. His mother was preparing to leave for the modiste with Eloise and hurrying around in a blur of lilac fabric. Despite the rush of her and Eloise’s lumpy footsteps as she dragged her feet, Anthony could only pay attention to Kate. She sat making a cup of tea, it was a routine, nay, a ritual he had seen her perform hundreds of times now and yet it never became any less fascinating. Each step was measured, delicate, precise.  Anthony’s heart felt full yet light. It felt like a silk rope; strong but tender, drifting easily between one’s fingers. He adored this woman, and was willing to follow her to the ends of the earth. Kate looked up at him with a coy smile. And he smiled back, saying ‘I love you’ without a single sound.