#Kanthony fanfic

[ladykettlechips]

Prompt ideas:

- Kate has a secret admirer

- Kate and Anthony have a fight, Edmund (or Hyacinth) are worried that everything isn’t okay, and Kanthony have to explain that a fight doesn’t mean they don’t love each other

- Newton gets sick and Anthony comforts her through it (together or not together yet)

- Something goes wrong during their wedding but it turns into something funny and memorable

So many prompts, too many words rattling around in my nogging. Thank you so much, I appreciate yooooou (and adore you and all you do, forever and ever.) I want to return to one or two others in here, but I ran with a stereotypical Kanthony idea here (it could have been a cute Gregory as Kate's not-so-secret-admirer drabble) for 'Secret Admirer', and so here it is, all 2,003 words of it that have yet to be beta'd or even looked over after writing it. Hope you enjoy, I suppose it's sweet ahahaha. -------------------------------

Yours

“You have a package on your desk,” Cressida muttered, her lips twisting into that ugly frown she so often liked to wear. Kate blinked, finally looking up from her phone as she passed the front desk.

“Another one?” she asked, not at all surprised. Cressida didn’t deign her with an answer, of course; she simply went back to ignoring Kate, as she enjoyed to do most days.

Stalking toward her cubicle, Kate found the third—No, it was the fourth; it was a Thursday—gift that had appeared on her desk before the work day could even begin. This time it was a bouquet of tulips, in varying shades of orange and pink, neatly tie together with a lilac bow. They were gorgeous and, much like the other three gifts she had been receiving since the beginning of the week, left with a card that simply read:

For Kate,

May your day be as beautiful as you.

Yours,

And that was it. No initial. No name. Simply ‘Yours’, written in the most obnoxiously pretty handwriting Kate had ever seen. Whoever it was leaving her these gifts—Beautiful, often expensive gifts, at that—clearly had no desire to be found out, much to Kate’s (and Cressida’s) chagrin.

Really, would it hurt them to at least leave an inkling as to who they were? A hint so that Kate actually stood a fighting chance at learning who he—or she—was?

Sighing, Kate went to fetch one of the break room vases that was thankfully no longer in use, and fussed over the placement of her new bouquet. They really were quite gorgeous and, despite not knowing just who had given them to her, made her smile whenever she looked upon them.

“Nice flowers, Sharma,” came an unwanted voice and Kate had to bite back the groan that seemed ever-present on her tongue whenever he came up to her. “Another gift from your stalker?”

“Jealous, Bridgerton?” she asked, spinning to look at a rather smug Anthony Bridgerton, who was sipping his morning tea from one of the chipped office mugs. “I don’t see anyone leaving you gifts on your desk each morning.”

His smirk only seemed to grow wider. Prick. “True,” he said, though this fact didn’t phase him. “But seeing your delightful face every morning is a gift in and of itself, Sharma.” And before Kate could think of a retort—she couldn’t, annoyingly enough—the aggravating man tuned on his heel and left for his very private, very comfy office that seemed to cut him off from the rest of their colleagues.

Well, now Kate just felt annoyed; of course Anthony would choose to sour her mood, and right after she had been treated to such a lovely gift.

Falling heavily into her chair, Kate huffed as she switched on her laptop and started to work, the flowers seeming a little less joyful, now. How dare Anthony Bridgerton ruin her day.

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As she packed up for the day, Kate carefully cradled her newest gift in her arms before taking her leave. Her previous gifts, though lovely, had not been quite as wonderful as the simplicity of a well-presented bouquet; she really did love flowers, she just seldom received them.

The day had, thankfully, gotten better; Anthony had been kept busy in his office, which meant his usual visits to her desk had ceased, at least for that day. And, while the office had seemed blissfully quiet, Kate couldn’t help but feel a little lonely that he hadn’t been there to annoy or disrupt her work.

It wasn’t that she had hated Anthony Bridgerton—no, hate was two strong a word; disliked was much better—because she didn’t. In fact, Kate found him to be quite charming at times, his smile infuriatingly pleasant. No, she simply found him to be exasperating, a tad cocky and, loathe though she was to admit, annoyingly handsome.

More often than not, they were at odds. He was set in his ways, often trying to ‘help’ her with her work when she very well knew what she was doing. In meetings, she often liked to point out his mistakes, earning herself an annoyed look as the dimple between his brows deepened.

He often retaliated by looming over her desk, his arms practically caging her while he looked over her work. His breath was always warm against his ear, his scent mouthwatering, divine. He never did this because he didn’t trust Kate, of course; she had considered that when she first started working there, but quickly came to learn that, in his own weird way, Anthony simply liked to bother her.

And with her recent Secret Admirer, he seemed to have increased his pursuit of annoyance. Not that Kate minded, really—again, she had felt quite lonely without him pestering her today—but since she had been receiving these gifts at the start of the week, Anthony had found multiple reasons to flock over to her like a pigeon poised for a fallen chip, his own work be damned.

Was he jealous? No, Kate didn’t think he was jealous, not that she knew what jealousy looked like on him. Maybe he just wanted to know, like the rest of their office—Anthony just so happened to be the only one brave enough to outright walk over to her desk.

She was waiting for the lift when Kate remembered she had left some documents on her desk. Cursing herself, she turned around and walked back towards the office, and straight for her cubicle. The documents were waiting for her, set in a neat little pile next to the now empty vase that she hardly noticed, until something caught her eye.

There, leaning against the vase sat a long, cream envelope, her name in the familiar cursive that she had been reading all week. Kate’s arm stilled, and her eyes grew wide.

Why was a gift already on her desk, as if in wait for her arrival tomorrow? Didn’t her secret admirer bring them in the morning?

Kate stared at it for a minute, maybe two, and held her breath before finally plucking the damned thing from its resting place. With trembling fingers, she opened it and, inside, she found two tickets marked for Saturday night. An opera, she realised; she had never been to the opera.

But she had always wanted to go. Kate had mentioned it once, in passing, to Sophie in the break room. How could her admirer know…?

Dropping her flowers onto the desk, Kate felt her feet move before she could think about this practically. Thankfully, the office was empty, so none of her colleagues would see her stalking down the pathway of desks like a madwoman. She was always one of the last people out of the office, finishing her work off while everyone else filtered out at five o’clock sharp. And yet, even as she left, there was always one person left, one absolute prick who seemed intent on being the final one to leave…

“What the fuck?”

Anthony looked up at Kate from his desk, wide-eyed with surprise, perhaps a little shock. She glared back at him, the opera tickets still in her hand as she stood in his office doorway, panting. As he stared at her, then at the tickets in her hand, Anthony groaned.

“You weren’t supposed to open them until tomorrow, you infuriating woman,” he muttered, one hand flying to his forehead to smooth over the creases that were beginning to form.

“It was you?” Kate hissed accusingly, though she’d already guessed as much; Anthony was probably the only person in the entire bloody office who could afford box seats for the freaking opera. Still, it annoyed her that she hadn’t guessed sooner.

Rolling his eyes, Anthony pushed against his desk and stood, his gaze unwavering as he looked towards Kate. “You weren’t meant to know until Saturday,” he replied coolly, and began making his way over to her. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

As she watched him stride towards her, Kate found herself almost at a loss for words when she finally took him in. Anthony was dishevelled, deliciously so. The knot in his tie had been loosened, his jacket since discarded and hanging over the back of his chair. His sleeves—usually down to his wrists—were now pushed up to his elbows, the veins in his forearms prominent. And then there was his hair, combed through from his own fingers after hours of work, no longer the perfect coif that Kate often thought of when she thought of him.

Oh, God; why did he look like he had just walked right out of a Mills & Boons novel? At this thought, Kate wrinkled her nose, though not in disgust.

“What, that you’re my stalker?” she finally asked, mockingly. Thankfully, Anthony seemed to take his own words being thrown back at him in jest, because he gave her one of those infuriatingly pleasant smiles she seemed to like so much.

“Secret Admirer sounds much more romantic, wouldn’t you agree?” he asked, finally stopping in front of her and—God, it irked Kate to think this was hot—leaned one arm against the door frame as he arched one perfect brow.

“Why me?” she managed, thankful that her brain hadn’t disconnected just yet. “Why have you been doing this all week?” Kate motioned towards the opera tickets, and then to her desk, and Anthony smiled widely, dimples beginning to form on his cheeks.

Oh, fuck. Of course Anthony Bridgerton would have fucking dimples. Kate’s stomach swooped.

“Why not?” he said simply, his shoulders lifting in a light shrug. “There are many reasons why I would want to spoil you a bit, Kate.”

Swallowing, Kate dared to ask, “Name one,” with shuddering breath.

“Because you’re hard working,” he whispered. Then, “Because I enjoy your company.”

“That’s two—” Kate protest, but Anthony shook his head, and continued.

“Because you deserve it,” he said, his voice soft and sweet, and Kate realised too late that his hand had come up to cup her jaw, his thumb gently stroking the indent of her chin. She swallowed, all too aware that she had now lost her voice.

“And, I hope you are listening to me closely, now, Sharma,” he murmured, his lips now impossibly close to her ear as he leaned into her. “Despite how infuriating you can be, I rather like you more than a colleague should.”

And then he was looking at her, those damning brown eyes filled with warmth and a gentleness Kate had not seen before. A look that would probably doom her if she gave in, allowed him to bewitch her with his gifts and the words that tumbled from his pretty mouth…

The same pretty mouth that, in a delirious haze, she had caught with her own, her fingers immediately winding into that glorious mess of hair.

He kissed her back immediately, his mouth greedy upon hers as Anthony dragged Kate over the threshold and pushed her against the wall. His hands were bruising on her arms, then teasing against her waist as he slipped his hands beneath her blazer, hot and wanting while he crushed her body against his chest.

All too soon—or not soon enough, given how hard Kate was panting, now—Kate pulled back, her gaze immediately falling to Anthony’s plush, red lips that looked thoroughly kissed. If she kissed them again, would they bloom even redder?

Before she could ask that, though, she had one more question.

“Why ‘yours’?” she asked, genuinely curious. “Why not sign with an initial on your gifts, or give me a clue?”

There was a beat of silence as she returned Anthony’s gaze, his eyes glassy and pupils blown wide. For a moment he stood there, still holding her in his arms, catching his breath. Then he was smiling again and touched his forehead to hers.

“Because I have always been yours, Kate,” he whispered.

[mcrits]

With his parents away for the weekend and his underage siblings locked away in their rooms (besides Benedict, who Anthony knows will inevitably sneak down to grab a few drinks), Anthony has the grand idea to throw a party.

Word quickly spreads around his classmates and their friend groups, which is how every inch of his home gets packed with bodies. The floorboards vibrate with the bass of the music.

The stress of hosting washes away with a drink or two, and his mind finally goes quiet when, in the middle of a conversation with Simon, he spots her.

It's Kate with tall, black, heeled boots that end just above her knees, with sheer black tights, with the shortest black skirt on, with a tight, long-sleeved maroon shirt, with straight hair and the most gorgeous smile that appears when she spots him.

His mouth goes dry, and he desperately takes another sip of his drink. Turning back to Simon, who has the most smug grin on his face, he chokes out an "excuse me" before patting him on the shoulder and moving towards Kate.

"Hey!" she shouts over the music. As they draw closer, her perfect eye makeup sparkles, and his eyes flicker down to the shiny lip gloss she's wearing.

"Hey! Let me get you a drink," he says, looking for anything to drink other than the sight of her. As he pushes through the crowd, her warm hand takes his so they're not separated.

In the year or so they've been friends, these small touches between them have become customary, but every time, Anthony's brain short-circuits.

They're just friends, he reminds himself as she tipsily wraps an arm around his waist.

They're just friends, he reminds himself as she talks, her lips inches from his.

They're just friends, he reminds himself as they dance, his hands on her hips as she all but grinds against him.

Four drinks in, her cheeks are flushed red, and her hair is curling with the sweat gathering along her hairline. Of course, the only solution to this is to take off her shirt, revealing the black tank top underneath. It shows a delicious strip of her belly and a very clear view of her cleavage.

He chugs the rest of the drink in his hand.

They're separated for about half an hour, which is far too long for Anthony's liking. But the night starts to wind down, everyone beginning to leave for home or their own post-party gatherings, which makes her easy to find.

She lies on the couch, eyes closed, her hair splayed out against the cushions.

Anthony smiles, walking over and gently taking the hand that lays beside her, tugging on it. "Okay, Katie?"

She opens her eyes, giving him a sleepy smile that sends his heart racing. "'m tired. And drunk."

"Me too. Let's go to bed."

Kate's eyebrows furrow as Anthony pulls her into a sitting position. "Don' think I'm getting home," she says, her words slurring.

"You can sleep in my bed."

She squints at him. "I'm not ban- banishing you to the couch."

"Then we can share."

Nodding, she stands with him, and they stumble up the stairs together, holding onto each other as they giggle.

She collapses onto his bed as he turns his back to her, closing his door, kicking off his shoes, and going to his dresser to dig out some pants that are not jeans.

He turns around, choking on his spit when Kate slips down her dress and tights, showing off her black underwear, her boots abandoned on the floor.

Drunk enough to not question anything, Anthony drops the sweatpants to the floor and simply shucks off his jeans before crawling into bed beside her, groaning as his head sinks into the pillows.

Kate giggles as she tugs the covers from underneath them, covering their bodies in them, thankfully hiding the long lines of her bare legs that were driving Anthony insane.

With the two of them in this state, Anthony's not going to try anything. He's wanted Kate for so long, but a drunken hookup is the last way he wants to show his overwhelming affection for her. However, with the way her warm body presses against his, her head resting on his shoulder and their bare legs twining together, his thread of honor hangs on by a single fiber.

Maybe in the morning, if she's still there, he'll work up the courage to kiss her, or at least whisper a confession of his feelings. But for now, he'll revel in the warmth of her body and will stroke her hair as she hums happily, quickly drifting off.

[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.

[helenakwayne]

Ok, so... Weekly updates start tomorrow. Stay tuned...

[gimmiesophiebaek]

Angels In The Airwaves

feat. Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Rated: M

Kate Sharma is a highly successful podcaster and enjoying herself after turning 30. But when she gets a blast from the past, Kate knew she’ll need to confront someone in her life who she wants to runs away and towards to.

Anthony Bridgerton successfully maintained a successful career, carrying the legacy his father left to him when he was a teen. But after he gathered his sister’s upcoming wedding list, a name he thought he’ll never see or hear again.

You’re invited to a reunion like no other but not without some run-ins in between.

Read now on AO3!

[underrated-fic-recs]

Have you ever read a fanfic so good that you're baffled as to why it only has 21 kudos? Have you ever wished you could more easily discover well-written fics even if they don't have a lot of kudos yet?

From my deep shelves of bookmarks and too many hours spent reading fanfic, may I present: Underrated Fic Recs: fanfiction with under 1,000 kudos that deserves more love.

Fic recommendations are mostly Dramione, Kanthony, and Reylo, with some Zutara, Sylki and rare pairs in the mix, all ratings. Enjoy—and don't forget to leave some kudos!

[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

[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

[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! ;) 👕

[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.”

[bellessimaa]

Chapter 2 of Awaited- OUT now

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

[helenakwayne]

Chapter 1 of "The Less We Say About It" is now available

Can't have them starting off on the right foot. That'd be OOC.

[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.

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[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