#kate sharma x anthony bridgerton

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Remember Anthony’s scary and very fierce temper that used to send people scrambling

His wife deals with it by booping him on the nose whenever he starts getting mad and IT WORKS

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Time enough for love (Bridgerton) Part One

imagine: A mission to ensure Kate and Anthony find each other during the social season of 1814. Time travelling into the past to ensure that crucial moments occur. However, you find yourself falling in love with the pair. It breaks your heart when it comes to leaving and returning to the future.

Warnings: Angst with an eventual happy ending, AU, Bisexual Kate, Scandal, such a scandal

Pairings: Kate Sharma x Reader x Anthony Bridgerton

Word count: 2,831 words

Universe: Bridgerton

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

Tagged: @agathaharknessfan96 @homie0sapien @a-lil-bit-nuts

Part one of ?

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1814 

Night of the Featherington Ball

It was over; the mission had been a roaring success, then why did you feel so damn hollow? You had completed every objective down to the letter and tackled each obstacle as it arose. Yet, you couldn’t shake this heaviness pressing down, refusing to budge. It was as if a lead tonne weight lingering here, chained tightly around your ribcage. A continual reminder of what had been. What could never be.

You shouldn’t be feeling like this; this should have been nothing short of a cut-and-dry race to the finish, straight from A to B, right? 

This was where you meant to jump off, go home, and simply pack away any forbidden thoughts of them. You would report in one last time with your head held high and simply walk away. Never once looking back over your shoulder, in hopes that…

No, you could not think like that. It would not do. You needed to move forward, wading through the muddle of emotions that flooded your senses. You could not let them consume you, regardless of how easy that might seem at this moment in time. How effortless it might be to simply let the rush of a wondrous collection of memories wash over you, allowing the warmth and joy back in. Living in all that had been but no, that could not be.

It was never meant to be your life, they were never yours to begin with. The unexpected result of your actions was just that, a blip in time. A second that would rapidly disappear as soon as the clock hand inched forward. Time moved on without hesitation, and so must you. You had done your job, it was time to leave and return to your own time, to that one cold and barely furnished bedroom flat that you called home.

This might have been the first occasion that you had been called up to lead an operation on the ground. For you had to be part of more missions and operations than you could count but they were nothing like this. 

For this was what you had trained for, the last ten years could and would not be wasted due to the simple fact that you couldn’t put those troublesome feelings to bed. You cursed silently as you began to pace back and forth. 

For you had been able to separate yourself before, view them as objectives to be completed.  It had been a job just like all the others. Nothing was different. Ensuring that fate's designs were painted into being, letting the breath of existence breeze through as the bright colours danced for all to see. It has been illuminating to witness the weaving of the threads upon the loom as it tightened and pulled this way and that until the artistry was revealed for all to see. 

You knew what was likely to occur when you returned to the base. Your superiors would see what was plainly displayed on your face. Labelling you as emotionally compromised and needing to be fixed before redeployment could be an option. A visit to the Doctor. He who haunts and darkens the basement corridors where few would dare to tread.  

His particular set of skills did indeed have their uses but the price was one, so steep that most would reluctantly follow through. Usually only with a gun pressed firmly in one back if not done voluntarily. That high price was relatively simple, you would lose what you desperately clung to. Any memory of this operation would be scrubbed away. Leaving a void where they had once been. A memory wipe, for it would be as if you had been restored to your factory settings.

It would be as if you hadn’t been selected in the first place. The last ten years would melt away, and false memories would be slotted in to create a new narrative—one without this infraction of the highest order. As your internal clock was wound back, all that had been would fade out of existence.

The situation was fraught, you were torn between your professional drive and your own desires. You stood at a crossroads, terrified to turn left or right. Either path would bear a heavy cost. Neither would leave you without a lick of damage in one form or another. You had no choice really. You sighed, resigned to the fact that your fate would be sealed with a click of a singular button. If you dared to press it. 

Your finger hovered over the SEND icon. This was your point of no return, for there would be no going back once you had pressed it. The signal would be sent and the extraction would begin. The very notion of finding a place within their world was next to impossible. The relationship that you longed for was nothing short of scandalous. It would be ruinous for all involved but such desires were pure fantasy.

All you could do now was to burn the bridges that led straight back to Kate and Anthony. In that split second, as you ruminated on your choices and the consequences, weighing up all the little details and avenues. 

There was a path, straightforward and painless at your feet. The true pain would be along in the days that followed as you waited for the Doctor to come calling. As the weight came crashing down upon your shoulders, pushing you further into the depths of despair until you simply could not say no.

For how can a wound of the heart bleed, if it wasn’t there, to begin with?

"All in the name of King and Country…" -----------------------------------------------------------------------------St James’s House, On the outskirts of London 2037

This was it.

You could barely contain the excitement that buzzed through your veins as you marched down the corridor towards the hanger. Your commanding officer would be waiting for you, ready to commence the next stage of the operation. This day had been just over the horizon for more than a few years, as instructions and neverending etiquette lessons were drilled into you.

Your role was vital to the mission but you would not be alone in the field. The others had long since gone ahead to establish their cover within the Ton. Now it was your turn. Your hair was tightly fashioned into what was deemed fit to meet regulation standards. No hair would fall out of place whilst you remain within these halls.

The tiled floors beneath your boot-covered feet gleamed brightly, as the rays of the midday sun shone through a nearby window. The building housing the unit had long since been converted from its original purpose. Most onlookers would have no idea what occurred behind these ornately carved stone walls.

This spacious building had once been a stately home up until the moment that the family who owned it fell into a state of financial ruin. The Department wasted no time in purchasing the land and all the buildings that were a part of the estate. Lining the edge of the expansive ground with razor wire-topped fencing to keep the curious out. Guards and officers posted at the perimeter to enforce the message that this was a military base of operation with a tight security detail.

The illustrious parties that these grand halls once hosted were often the subject of chatter amongst the ranks. One of the ballrooms had been converted into the mess, where more than a few found themselves whisked off into romantic daydreams. Imagining the musicians striking up a melody as men and women paired to dance the night away.

“Captain!” A voice called, pulling you out of your contemplation. There standing a few metres ahead was the source of the voice. Seeing the young private in his regulation uniform brought a soft smile to your lips. This young recruit nervously returned the gesture as you quickened your pace.

“Good afternoon Private” You greeted them, your tone even but tinges of warmth leaking through, trying to calm their nerves. You didn’t bite, well unless you were asked to.

“I was sent to escort you down by General Harkerl” You nodded, confirming and relaying your confirmation of the information. 

“Then lead on Private '' You swiftly responded, as the young recruit turned on their heel and walked away. You followed after them through the hallway, climbing down the metal staircase at the other end which descended into the hanger. You walked in silence as the wide open space was revealed to you. Heavy-duty wires and cable ran the length of the Hangar with various and differing pieces of scientific equipment lining the walls.

The General in all her glory, stiffly stood in the middle of the structure. The stripes that she fought hard for, were proudly displayed for all to see and aspire to. If she could achieve that rank, anyone could. She had always been one of the role models that you held in esteem as you fought to show that you deserved to be here, to be counted amongst the heroes and veterans who have paved the way for you and all who followed.

As you stepped off the stairs and onto the marble floor below, the Private halted before bowing to the General and then making a hasty exit. They had done their job to the letter, a quick escort and delivery mission for one as green and new as them. You could painstakingly remember being given such tasks way back when you had started out.

You had started from the bottom, grunts at the beck and call of your superiors, even small jobs held valuable experience. This recruit would learn this in time. Your gaze turned to fall upon the stern and weathered face of the superior officer and commanding force who had recruited each individual member of the team. 

��Ready to begin, are we Captain?” General Harker, with a cool but professional tone, addressed you. “You understand the parameters of this operation and the consequences should you fail”

A shiver of fear shot through you, as you considered the chance that you might fail. No, you could not dare to believe that failure was even an option. “Yes, Ma’am” You answered, knowing that her gaze was upon you, reading even the slightest expression that might arise. Yet, you remain hidden beneath your well-practised mask, a calm, steady but neutral expression that held even if underneath it all truly you were an utter bundle of nerves.

She curtly nodded, a small smile broke through but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared before turning her attention to the small control booth off to one side signalling them to begin.

“Good Luck Captain, Safe Travels” 

The Department had long since perfected the Art of Time Travel for Operations such as the one, that you were about to embark on. The organisation had been built from the ground up by a few remarkable individuals who had believed that it was possible to travel through time, and who had fought tooth and nail after each failed experiment. Until that one miraculous day when all the pieces fell into place.

You were aware of the existence of the founders but never had been deemed worthy enough to stand in their presence. They were a mixture of creatives, scientists and military men who were the best and brightest in their chosen fields and had long since retired and handed over the keys to the kingdom. However, their influence was still felt to this day.

A crackle of a microphone being switched on alerted you that it was about to begin. The journey through time. You took a deep breath as an unfamiliar voice was projected around the room, echoing and bouncing off the walls.

“Close your eyes, Captain, and Good Luck” Your eyes slide shut, as the familiar sounds of a machine whirring as it surged into life to carry out its task of transporting you through time. How it exactly worked was a highly guarded secret. On a strictly need-to-know basis and you didn’t need to know.

General Adelaide Harker watched from within the booth as you disappeared. The petite, stocky battle-hardened woman was firmly in her fifties. Her body was littered with scars that could pen her story but now all she could do was patiently wait. How she hated no longer being fit for active duty, her body faded with age and numerous injuries that had forced her onto the sidelines.

She had been hand-picked herself by the founders after the last bout in the hospital many prior whilst she was recovering from a lengthy and complex surgery. This had been a new lease of life, a way to serve her Country from the shadows. This operation was one of the few that the Founders had meticulously planned from the very beginning. Nothing had been left to chance. They trusted her to carry their secrets and ensure success with each of the missions.

When she had initially read through the Manila portfolio that was Operation 1814. She had laughed, confused by the need to secure a matrimonial match within the aristocracy. She pushed for answers only once. Only to meet with a gentle almost grandfatherly smile from the most senior of the founders Sir Theodore before he briefly spoke.

His words had stunned her into silence. To this day, she had never truly understood the meaning behind his wise words but she trusted his and other founders’ guidance.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------March 20th 1814

Your stomach felt as if it had been tied up in knots, as the sensation of being pulled through time and space slowly faded away. It was a bizarre and almost impossible sensation to put into words as your physical body was transported from one moment in history to the next.

It never was plain sailing, no matter how many times you had been through it. The nausea would dissipate in a few hours but the headache would linger on. You’d have to push through. Each person who used the method concocted by the Department suffered differently. Some found themselves unable to walk as their legs trembled, reduced to a feeling of being made of jelly. Others collapsed from complete and utter exhaustion, feeling as if they had been drained of all but a drop of energy.

You opened your eyes to find yourself standing in the middle of a wheat field as dawn crept over the horizon. Reds, Yellows and Oranges bled together as if they were upon an artist’s palette being blended for the next brush stroke on the canvas. 

Fragile dew drops clinging to blades of grass which had grown in between each of the shafts of wheat. It was as if you had wandered into a dream or one of the many fine oil paintings hung on the walls of a museum. 

These few precious moments were always when you could simply stand and enjoy your last moment to breathe and enjoy the stillness of the world as the sun rose to greet the day. A warmth seeped through, caressing and embracing you, the golden rays of sunlight danced through the treeline off in the distance. What a most wonderful morning indeed.

Remembering what you read before heading off to the hangar, you knew that the lead scout would meet you upon the hour of your arrival. Still dressed in your most comfortable combat fatigues, it was time to make a move before you were discovered by another.

The sound of approaching hooves alerted you to the small fact that you were no longer alone in the middle of nowhere. Was this a stranger or the scout? Concern rose within you but hearing your name shouted was enough to settle your nerves.

As the figure drew closer astride a chestnut brown mare, you tried to make out the finer features of what seemed to be the face of a scowling man beneath the hooded cloak. His dark gaze and blonde locks were barely hidden by the fur lining of the hood. He was dressed mostly finely for an early morning ride through the countryside and could easily mistaken for one of dime a dozen gentlemen just riding through but you knew better.

This was Lieutenant Commander Edward Wren, formerly of His Royal Majesty's armed forces. You had only met a handful of times but he was known for his dry wit and relentless professionalism. He could cut you to shreds with only a few words or a single look. This was not something you could easily forget. “Come, we have a few miles to ride and no time to waste” 

Once he was finished speaking, he leaned forward in the saddle, offering a hand to help pull you to be seated either in front or behind him. You reached to take his hand, ready for whatever might lie in store. This would be thrilling, no matter whatever waited for you down in good old London Town.

[n30nwrites]

Rewind (Bridgerton)

Pronouns: He/Him

Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma, Penelope Featherington x Colin Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Kate Sharma x Reader, Penelope Featherington x Reader, Colin Bridgerton x Reader

Soulmate AU, Polygamy, Reader is autistic

Warnings; Mentions of homophobia? Mentions of absent parents, Christianity but the Reader doesn't believe in God, Talks of Unwanted touching, Talks about canonical child death and sickness

This is just a small excerpt because no one else will fulfill what I need because I am very much in love with the people surrounding Bridgerton. IDK if I'll continue it.

You weren't the eldest son, nor were you the youngest. A Classic middle child, having your older brothers torture you and your younger ones followed in their footsteps soon enough. But all of your siblings wanted one thing.

Your parent's attention.

Your father, The King George, was a mad men, at least he was considered one. Your mother was too busy ruling England and keeping everything picture perfect to really care about you guys.

Well you didn't really count yourself as one of your siblings.

Simply because you weren't meant to be here.

When you were first taken to this universe, you had been a babe, just freshly born. It was strange, to have full consciousness when being a young'en. The minute you could, you were walking and talking, far earlier than any other babe, but you had too.

By the time you were five, you had been considered a spectacle. The prodigal son, they claimed. You had your wits, you were respectable, truly the perfect gentleman.

You played your cards right, up until you couldn't.

Growing older meant more siblings, and you took care of them the best you could. But you hated these new rules. You couldn't be alone with a woman who wasn't a relative, your brothers were rude and loved it, and your sisters were innocent. Naive really, which you felt was a strange thing. To know about Sex but they couldn't. You tried to teach your sisters as well, education was the future.

But it was all useless.

Eventually you became a recluse. You stuck to yourself, in your room with instruments. Your English guitar, harp-lute, piano, and even the improper ones like a violin, cello and flute. You had to make the best of a situation, and that was what you did.

Even well into your adulthood, your brothers were still your biggest bullies. They thought you were a prude for never having Sex, which frankly if women couldn't without being criticized and shamed, then you shouldn't either. They said you were secretly a woman, or queer.

Well you could attest you weren't a woman, and well you kind of were queer. Bisexual, but they wouldn't know that word.

But you were brought into this universe for some odd reason. You weren't sure why, you didn't really get into Bridgerton like everyone else. Not that you were different from others, you just couldn't commit to watching a tv series, but you had seen the edits.

It just made no sense for you to be the one. It wasn't until the marks appeared that you understood.

Soulmates. That was a new adaption. Apparently they were rare, rare enough that out of all your siblings, you were the only one to have one. Your mother said it was a gift from God, though you thank she only said that because the bishop was there when you got them.

Them as in multiple, that put the bishop out of his head. He said it was blasphemous, you were too entranced with them to care. A matching soulmark would tie you to these people. 5 people.

That was a lot of people to keep happy. Especially when this century wasn't very happy with queer couples and polyamory. After that, your mother had insisted you hide them, and you weren't willing to risk a Romanov situation because people were too religious.

Your mother didn't like that you weren't religious, but she didn't bring it up again after one intense arguement that caused you to leave for a few weeks.

But you agreed with her, you wouldn't tell others. You were here to find a way out, you already had some ideas, one being a specific spot in the woods where you found something from the future.

A portable Radio/Cassette player. Wasn't that far in the future where you were, but it would work. You had headphones with it, and you finally felt some sort of sanity. Music in this era wasn't nearly as relaxing as yours was.

Keeping to yourself was easy after that. Every servant was ordered to knock on your door loudly by you, and to stop any sibling that would come your way just in case they caught you. Your servants were almost your friends, you knew they were reqired to be there, to be kind to you, but it was the closest you had to an actual relationship.

You stayed away from your mother on days like this. She's irritated, you don't know why, you don't care to ask. Your siblings are stomping around the palace but you don't move from your room, you instead walk around your room, shirtless, listening to your music. Your favorite servant, Zelena, is behind you, just watching you. She's always been touchy with you, your hair, your chest, you assumed it was just the way she communicated. And while you were uncomfortable with it, your mother had told you that you couldn't afford to be rude to people.

Zelena stayed next to you while you played the English Guitar. You knew enough about it in your old life, having made adjustments to the strings to be able to play older songs. The ones you could remember (Which you wrote down because eventually, you wouldn't.)

You ignore the knock at the door, simply nodding your head to Helena, who opens the door gently.

A gentleman is at the door, he's staring at you the minute he walks in. Like he's almost amazed at you, you didn't understand.

You never did.

He seems to look at you yet avoids eye contact. You set the instrument down to the side, gently. "Can I help you sir?"

He says your name, and you nod your head. "Can we be alone?" He asks. Your mother said it was improper to be with women alone, not men. So you nod your head and your maids walk out of the room. You figured this man was a duke or something, he had to be important considering he was in the castle. Perhaps a suitor for one of your sisters.

"My name is Benedict Bridgerton."

"Bridgerton? I've heard stories about your family before from my mother. She enjoys the drama that surrounds your family." You tell him, "Last I heard the Viscount found a wife."

"My brother, Anthony." He confirms.

"What brings you to my room?" You question. "Surely it's not to tell me about your family?"

"I just had to meet you."

"You really didn't." You frown slightly, to be fair, you knew a bit about Benedict. You weren't the biggest fan of his story, kidnapping a bride from her wedding day and tying her to a pole. It was strange, but you couldn't change the writers opinion. At least you think that was his story, TikTok could only tell you so much and it's not like you read the books.

You could only hope that it was different in the tv series, considering that's where you were right now. The actor himself you knew very little about as well, but you didn't really care for actors. You stood from the couch in your room, "Why is the artist here?"

"You know of my work?"

"I know a lot of things Sir." You take a few steps away from the couch. "Can you get to the point?"

He seems unsure now, fiddling with his fingers. "You're my soulmate" He tells you, and you look down at one of your marks.

"Which mark are you?" You question, and he looks hopeful. He pulls up his sleeve, the little feather on your wrist, in matching spots. You looked at your own and slightly traced it.

"Benedict!" The voice is angry and your door opens. You glare at the person who opened it. He didn't knock. It's Anthoyn Bridgerton, looking angry. "Benedict what are-"

"Next time Viscount I would ask that you knock instead of rudely interrupting." You cut him off, glaring at him. He seems to have brought a group of people behind him. Benedict stands up and walks right next to you. You put your hands behind your back, picking at your wrist. "It seems you've brought company." You tell Benedict.

"I was about to explain." He tells you, but you look at Anthony, more specifically behind him. You can see your mother through the crowd.

"If we must speak, we will not do it in my room." You grab Benedict's wrist, still refusing skin-to-skin, and pull him with you. Your glare causes the eldest Bridgerton to move to the side, he walks next to his wife.

Outside your room is a lot of people, it's almost overwhelming. There's the Featheringtons, really you only recognized Penelope but you knew by the yellow dress that they had to be her relatives. You could guess they were her sisters and the eldest-looking was her mother. You then saw your own mother, with what seemed like all of your siblings behind her. You rolled your eyes, your eldest brother seemed to glare at you. He hated you though, and you didn't particulary care. You just hated the drama that came with them. Then the Bridgertons. All of them, it seems. The eldest Bridgerton son is there with his wife, Kate. As is their mother, then Benedict who was next to you, Colin who seemed to glance between you and Penelope, Daphne with her husband, Simon. Eloise, Francesca (you truly hoped she got a better story in this show than the books), Gregory and Hyacinth.

"Brimsley, a pleasure to see you again." You avoid everyone to speak to your mother's right-hand man.

"Perhaps if you came out of your room more sir."

"Ah but if I did I might just die." You smile slightly, "Especially if I see William's face." Your brother takes a step towards you but quickly faltors at your mother's expression. "What have I done to warrant a family meeting without me."

"Being born really." George remarked and you smiled at him, cruelly.

"Brother you make me wish I wasn't and that instead I was with Charlotte, Amelia, Alfred and Octavius." What you said was cruel. Amelia died of tuberculosis, Alfred and Octavius died of smallpox, and the young Princess Charlotte who you weren't really sure how you died, you were barely there during the funeral. George (The fourth?) seemed to quiet down, looking sad. You were being rude, you didn't care. They back you into a corner and you attack, like always. "Edward! If you want to strike me you might as well try, but we both know you lack in that department, and many others."

"Quiet." Your mother tells you, and you wish you could care but you didn't. "This doesn't pertain you." She says your name gently, as if convincing you to calm down.

"Obviously it does if it has my soulmate running towards me." You jest towards Benedict. "What? Now that my attraction to men is out we must kill them all? It's not like it's been a secret."

"It is not godly." One of your brothers say.

"God is not Godly." You dennounce him, "You follow a book that has been rewritten multiple times, through many different languages. I do not believe in your God, you know that."

"Hush." Your mother calls your name and you just stare at her. "This was for the better of the Kingdom."

"Why does the Kingdom matter more than I?" You question, "Frankly, none of this does. But why are the Bridgertons and the Featherington's here?"

"You know who we are?" One of the other Featherington sisters say, she seems hot, considering the red to her face.

"I know of Penelope." You looked to her and nodded. "Who wouldn't? She's absolutely beautiful." You notice the looks that you recieve after you say your words. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just think its best-"

"She wants to discourage us from going after you." Benedict says as he grabs your wrist causing you to look at him.

"Us?"

[aliesbienish]

Anxiously awaiting your return.

Summary: You can’t help feeling left out while waiting for your partners to return home.

Pairing: Kate x Reader x Anthony (poly)

“I’ve missed you,” You say as soon as your partners entered the sitting room. They had spent the evening at the Cowper ball, their presence demanded by the Tons unwritten society rules.

“And we you,” Kate declared, placing a kiss on your forehead. Anthony followed suit with a gentle peck on your cheek.

You had no desire to go to the ball, at least not while pretending to be who the Ton thought you were. A lonely spinster who’s only fortune was her parents passing young, leaving her in charge of the small wealth they had accumulated.

“How was your evening love?” Anthony questioned as he took your hand in his.

“It was fine,”. Clearly your face didn’t agree with the sentiment as both Kate and Anthony frowned.

“Truthfully?”

“Truthfully I spent most the time wishing I was with you. That I could hold your hands in society, that we could dance together. I love you both soo much but I can’t help being jealous that you both can be out in love together and I’m hidden away here.I’m sorry, I know that it’s silly” The feelings flooded out before you could stop them, tears flowing down your cheeks. Embarrassed, you hid your face in your hands.

“Pyaari, your feelings are not silly, we wish you were with us as well.” Kate declared, wrapping you into her arms.

“We spend the evenings apart discussing how much we want to be home with you,” Anthony added.

“I just get scared that you’ll both decide this relationship is to hard. That it’ll be easier just to be the married couple society dictates you should be, that you visibly are. And I will be heartbroken and won’t even be able to show it.”

“Love, while this may be unconventional its worth it. I know I speak for Kate when I say we don’t see you as an add on to our marriage. You are an equal part. You are entwined with us, I’m certain we will never be able to be separated.”

“Anthony is right Pyaari. I’m sorry if we haven’t been abundantly clear but to us you are our wife. We want a life with you, a family with you and to grow old with you. And if that means upsetting society so you are comfortable then so be it.”

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I think I’m going to try to make a one shot series out of this idea… let me know if you are interested and/or have any requests.

According to Google ‘pyaari’ means love in Hindi - feel free to correct me if inaccurate. I’m also not entirely sure which region Kate comes from in India and therefore not sure if Hindi is even her mother tongue. Anyone know??

Anyway hope you enjoyed.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Maybe my funny bone is broken but it's silly to me that Anthony was like losing his mind over Kate's soap and it was her stress relief soap it literally like

"im so stressed right now"

"ugh you're so sexy I love you marry me Kate"

[sukibenders]

I kind of hope that Bridgerton gives us some Kathony moments, just the two of them, before the introduction of their children (which will probably only be their first at this point). Like, while it wouldn't be a bad thing to see them so excited over Kate being pregnant and all that ensues, I'm still mad that they didn't have many couple moments between them in season two, you know, the season meant to showcase their love. My thing is, if Daphne and Simon (putting aside the many problems there) were able to have moments of each other's time before Daphne got pregnant, I want to see the same for Kate and Anthony.

[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 ❤️❤️❤️

[loverlychee]

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[thebadgerclan]

What You Do To Me

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x reader x Kate Sharma

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: They can’t resist you...

Smut!

The look on Anthony’s face as you descended the staircase was priceless.  The gown you’d selected for this evening’s ball boasted a near-scandalous neckline, displaying more cleavage than was strictly appropriate.  Your hair was curled and tumbled over a shoulder rather than being pinned up, and your lips were painted scarlet.  In a word, you looked ravishing.  “My darling,” Anthony said, kissing your cheek.  “God, you look incredible.”  “Thank you, Anthony,” you replied, taking his arm.

“Kate is waiting in the carriage.”  You nodded, following him out of the house and to the waiting carriage.  Your other lover was waiting inside, gorgeous in a gown of lavender silk, and her eyes widened when she saw you.  “Y/N, love, you look…”  The Viscountess trailed off, extending a hand to you as you climbed into the carriage. Anthony followed, and a moment later, you were off.

You weren’t sure what led you to dress so seductively this evening: perhaps it was the fact that Anthony had barely looked at you in days, perhaps it was the fact that Kate had been so busy helping her sister in her courtship with the Prince, or perhaps it was simply because you wanted to feel pretty.  Whatever the reason, it was clearly working, if the way your lovers were looking at you was any indication.

Anthony had his hand on your thigh, and his hand was slowly creeping upwards.  “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked, and from the seat across from you, Kate let her foot drag up your leg.  “Anthony?”  “Don’t pretend, my dear.  You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”  He took your hand and guided it to his steadily growing bulge, which made you gasp softly.

He pulled you into a deep, needy kiss, and you were drawn into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck.  “Let me fuck you, beautiful,” Anthony said against your lips.  “Let me have that sweet cunt of yours.  Please, love, I won’t make it through the night.”  How on earth could you deny him when he was kissing you so sweetly, when he made you so wet from just a single sentence?

You had barely breathed out a “yes” before Anthony was pushing you to your knees, hiking your skirts over your hips, and unfastening his trousers.  “Lord, look how wet you are already,” he said, stroking his cock to full hardness before, pushing into you  It had been days since he’d fucked you, and you were desperate.  “Yes!” you screamed, not caring if the drivers or footmen heard.  “Anthony, yes!”

Your lover grinned wickedly, setting a fast pace, and Kate knelt on the floor of the carriage, cupping your face in her hands.  “We can’t have you being too loud, can we, love?”  You shook your head, and just when you were about to cry out again, she kissed you, swallowing your moans of desire.  Distantly, you wondered how you’d attend the ball in such a state, but the feeling of Anthony fucking you and Kate kissing you senseless had all rational thoughts leaving your mind.

“Anthony, please, I…”  “Hush,” he chided.  “You’ll get what I give you.  Kate, darling?  Keep our girl quiet.”  A wicked glint appeared in the Viscountess’ eyes.  “With pleasure, My Lord.”  She pulled away from you and resumed her seat, lifting her skirts and baring her cunt to your view.  Kate saw the hungry look in your eyes, and she smiled softly.  “Go ahead, love.”  With her permission, you began licking and sucking at her pussy with abandon.

Only minutes later, you felt your peak approaching, and you moaned in hopes of alerting Anthony.  “It’s alright, my sweet,” he cooed, letting his hand rest on your neck.  “Come for us, Y/N.”  Your cunt squeezed around Anthony’s cock as you came, sending him over the edge, chasing his own pleasure.  Kate succumbed to your ministrations soon after, leaving the three of you a panting, sweaty heap on the carriage floor.

One look at you told Kate there was no feasible way you could attend the ball, and there was no way neither she nor Anthony would go without you.  The Viscount righted your skirts and helped you to sit, Kate pulling you into her arms.  “Where are you going?” you asked, and Anthony squeezed your hand.  “To thank our hosts for the invitation but to regretfully inform them that Kate has developed a rather severe headache on the way.”  He kissed your cheek, then Kate’s.  “I have plans for you two when we get home.”

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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.

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I was talking to this guy, this white guy to be clear. I just - I couldn't imagine him liking the only brown girl in the class but then I remember Kate Sharma, and her unbridled love for being Indian

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Anthony Bridgerton woke up alone ONE TIME after falling asleep with Kate and immediately decided that it is one time too many, and now he makes sure that she cannot move even an inch while he’s asleep so that he always wakes to her

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Time enough for love (Bridgerton) Part Two

imagine: A mission to ensure Kate and Anthony find each other during the social season of 1814. Time travelling into the past to ensure that crucial moments occur. However, you find yourself falling in love with the pair. It breaks your heart when it comes to leaving and returning to the future.

Warnings: Angst with an eventual happy ending, AU, Bisexual Kate, Scandal, such a scandal

Pairings: Kate Sharma x Reader x Anthony Bridgerton

Word count: 3,671 words

Universe: Bridgerton

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

Tagged: @agathaharknessfan96 @homie0sapien @a-lil-bit-nuts @2pagenumb @tulipatheticee @alohastitch0626 @choasinterludee

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March 20, 1814

As the light of the new morning danced through the small bedroom, you took this as a sign that it was time to get up. It had been more than an hour since you woke, finding the bed rather too lumpy for your liking, tossing and turning until at last exhaustion had taken hold. With what little good sleep you had gotten, you pushed onwards, yawning more than a few times as you dressed in the clothes that had been laid out on the singular chair that stood off to one side. Your arrival had long since been prepared for. 

A trunk sat by the door, full to the brim with tailored dresses for the wide variety of balls, gatherings and the necessary dinners that you would have to ingratiate into. All whilst the members of the ton kept one eye fixed firmly upon you, achieving the primary goal of the mission.

You dared to take a peek by candlelight the previous evening. Each garment was beautifully crafted much like the one that came before, artfully hand stitched into being. The embroidered bodices of the most intricate ball gowns were something that you had never considered something you’d ever wear but yet here it was, as part of the life you’d be slipping into. A character to embody in the weeks, nay even months that lie ahead.

There was no given deadline, to have all this wrapped up by but you knew that in the next few hours, you’d be briefed and sent off straight into the very heart of London as the ton preened ready for the upcoming social season.

The flocks of fresh-faced debutantes and their high-strung marriage-minded mothers counted down the days until then. As they lavished in their Country Estates, enjoying the last few carefree days of their youth until the bell tolled, putting an end to childish toys and thoughts. Such was the larks of freedom. 

With their leading strings severed, knowing it was time to enter the world that the litany of tutors, nannies and instructors had prepared them for. A revolving door heightened by the anxiety of mama’s worrying about if and when matches would make for their child. If the place upon the chess board would be secured this go around, as they carefully watched from the sidelines, pulling at strings here and there to try and even the odds in their favour.

You would have to play along, be that innocent chit wishing for a good match, to find that romanticised ideal of what a husband might be. Knowing what was  ingrained in the minds of these young women since birth. The rare love match that they all desired.

As the very notion set in, doubt soon followed suit. Would you be convincing enough as one of their own to blend into the crowd? Or would your cover be blown and the lies exposed for all the world to see? Gossip spread much the same as wildfire. Taking roots as it consumed all its destructive path without a thought for whoever was caught in its vicious crosshairs.

The sudden sound of knocking echoed through the small chamber. Sending you tumbling back down to reality, out of such troubling thoughts. “Come in” You hastily called, rising from your seated position on the bed as the door cracked open to reveal a red-headed woman beaming brightly at you.

“I hope that I’m not disturbing you” She nervously started as she took a few dainty steps further into the room. “No, not at all. To be honest, I’m just equally anxious as I am excited to get started” You continued, almost stumbling over the words. Your companion chuckled softly as the tension in the room lessened.

“I’m Madelyn Carver,” She said, introducing herself. “I thought now would be a good time to start getting to know one another, especially as we will be spending a lot of time together” 

You tilted your head to one side, waiting for her to continue with her explanation. You knew that each of the members of the team had been assigned a particular role. Yours was that of Miss Sterling, the younger sister of Lord Sterling who had returned to London intending to find a husband. Your entire background had been carefully crafted to ensure a seamless fit into the rigorous world of the upper class.

“I am to be your lady’s maid, you will have to address me as Miss Carver out in public but you can call me Maddie behind closed doors” She continued on, her carefree smile never fading as she spoke. 

“I know that I don’t look the part yet but we have time before we need to head off to London. Eddie will start the brief soon and he’s sickler when it comes to tardiness” Madelyn joked as she sat on top of your clothing trunk. 

“Eddie? He lets you call him that” You asked, knowing that in all your interactions with Scout Wren. He never seemed much like an Eddie. “He hates it, only Darcy gets a free pass” Madelyn answered nonchalantly, her answer revealed nothing that you didn’t already know. 

“Darcy Greyson will be my brother Lord Sterling right?” You said as you tried to recall the names and roles of the individuals who you would be interacting with on a daily basis. 

“Pretty much, He’ll be guiding you through each social occasion and ball as your sponsor, alongside Captain Leigh McNair” The explanation was simple and straight to the point, you already knew this but it had been over a year since your last conversation with either of them. They had been part of the second wave to leave, heading back further in time than you did.

They had an important objective of their own to complete, without them laying down the necessary foundation then you’d have a steeper and almost completely uphill climb. For reputation was a currency, all of its own that which opened doors to the most exclusive of events and the most lavish of homes. Without them, it would be a losing fight against centuries of established rules and traditions to even a get a foot in the door.

Darcy and Leigh had been with you since the very beginning, meeting them had been the first test.There needed to be an ounce of believability that you were indeed a family. That he was your darling older brother and she, his loving wife and your companion as you dared to take that first step out into society. 

You had lived under one roof, dining together and training side by side, right up until their deployment papers arrived. It had been bliss as if you truly had been moulded into a found family. You were eagerly looking forward to being reunited once more.

“This is my first posting into the past” Madelyn quietly admitted, her tone full of nerves and anxiety. This caught your attention, bringing you out of your contemplation as you finally saw her. You had been in her shoes once before, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, stepping out into a different world, unlike the one in which you had grown up in.  Eager to show your mettle but at the same time weighed down by your own boding sense of failure.

“I know how you feel, I’ve been there too but we are in this together” You smiled through your words laced with sincerity. “We’ll support each other throughout our time here” It was the same olive branch that you had been extended when you were that green. You watched as her eyes found your own, her smile beaming back at you once more. “I’d like that”

---------------------------------------------------------------------------Vida Martin had never been one to stand out in a crowd. She blended into the shadows with relative ease. It could be called a talent but she had never seen it that way, a hindrance maybe. Throughout school and well into college, it had left a bitter taste in her mouth as she watched on, lonely and craving to be part of something more but it had led her down a different path. To be recruited by the most secretive of the military branches and trained for covert operations.

Her hands moved rapidly, to brush out any visible creases in the simple ankle-length black dress she wore. Her white apron had been tightly fastened around her waist, to ensure that it didn’t come loose as she worked. Today would mark the end of her trial period; it had been several months since her arrival at Aubrey Hall with references highly praising her tireless work.

Others had travelled further back than she but the last three years had not been with a few teething problems.This had been frustrating for her, to try and untangle the knots as she worked her way up the ladder. To be seen as a potential candidate for the role of Miss Eloise’s lady maid when the job itself became available.

Vida counted down the days, and soon enough the Young Miss would make her debut and step out into society. Eloise would then require her very own maid, this post was where she needed to be. It would be the prime location for information gathering but also would present the opportunity to pass her report along as the lady’s maid would accompany her mistress out as she ventured into London. Then all she would need to do was locate Madelyn and subtly make the exchange.

She would have to wait for the moment to arrive, for everything had been timed down to the second. Vida held on to the belief that all would go to plan but then again, there was always room for human error. 

“Miss Martin, come we need to break the fast” The stern but fair voice of Mrs Wilson floated down the length of the hallway as she called out. The Bridgerton's housekeeper had been the one throughout her time within these prestigious halls who had yet to warm up to her. She had never been treated any differently from the other maids and female servants but still, there was the chill that hung in the air whenever they were alone. A distrust that could not be shaken but then again, she understood why this would be.

Vida was the newest in the long line to enter service and most remained for the entirety of their life. Mrs Wilson was no different, she had started at the bottom and worked tirelessly to climb the ranks, all the way to the top. She shook her, gently smiling to herself as she made her down the hall. Another workday had only just begun. Vida was one step closer but she needed to work harder than before. She needed to be noticed.

She chuckled as the thought entered her mind. “What a strange thing for a spy, to be seen in the dark” She quietly whispered to the empty corridor. She was forever on guard, always careful as the chance of being unknowingly overheard could easily spell disaster and she could not be the one to fail.

She lived for espionage; Vida was built to acclimatise to whatever was thrown her way. She lived and breathed the shadows that she eagerly called home, this was nothing more than a simple information-gathering exercise, much like the ones that she breezed through during basic training. Mrs Wilson was just another fork in the road, one that needed to be crossed with delicate and subtle handling. She just had to wait for the right moment to show her hand, keeping her cards close to her chest until that moment arose.

Eloise Bridgerton was her primary target but she had a secondary objective, one only known to a few. For Information flowed in both directions, the give and take. Vida would use what Madelyn had been instructed to pass along and slip tidbits as passing remarks both upstairs and downstairs to be filtered back into the Ton using the network of servants who happily gossiped about their masters and mistresses like it was an Olympic sport or the meddling lips of anxious mamas. All to find a way to land upon the desk of Lady Whistledown. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------The journey to London had been a long and tiring one. It had taken many days to traverse the roads leading to the Capital. The ornate carriage had been unfamiliar territory, with its light grey plush interior lining the walls and ceiling and its rather uncomfortable lightly cushioned bench seats that you had been seated upon for the last several hours. 

Thankfully you had not been alone, Madelyn sat across from you. Edward and Corporal Archie Jones who had only briefly met before setting off at the crack of dawn. He had only spoken a few words before returning to harnessing the horses that pulled the carriage as Edward focused on loading up your trunks and Madelyn’s smaller luggage.

It had been a strange sight to witness those two individuals seamlessly working side by side, like well-oiled cogs in a machine without speaking a single word. Gone were your comfortable fatigues and combat boots buried beneath layers of silk, cotton and taffeta dresses for the many balls and social occasions ahead.

The overnight stops had been strategically selected, ones that the lower-ranking members of society would use. Where it was easier to escape the eagle-like gaze of marriage-minded mamas on the lookout for their daughter’s competition, even before the race to the altar had officially begun.

Each stop brought new waves of anxiety and excitement, the closer they had gotten to their destination the quieter the inside of the carriage had become. Both you and Madelyn had taken to watching the green hills of the countryside roll by, with the thin curtains draping over your heads. It was hard to forget Edward’s words before departing the Inn at before the final stretch.

“You’ll need to stop acting like this is a sightseeing holiday, act like the Lady you are meant to�� His tone had been biting, for his bark was most definitely worse than his bite. You would not be caught acting like a fool. To be viewed as a simpering child gawking at the world as this was not how you wished to be viewed, even before you had stepped an inch over the threshold that was society. It would reflect badly upon Darcy, no you needed to refer to him by his codename Lord Bernard Sterling. Your reputation was tightly woven with his, what you did impacted where he could go and how he was seen. 

Your reputation was immensely fragile as if you had been wrapped in a thin layer of glass. All it would take was one wrong move and it would shatter around you. Leaving you no longer being seen as a viable option.

No Lord, Duke, Earl or Viscount would dare to approach with an offer of a dance. You would stand there on the fringes with an empty dance card, the social pariah. You could not let that happen. You could not, no would not be the reason that this mission was deemed a failure.

Madelyn turned her head, taking in the tense posture in the way that you sat. Clutching the fabric of your light travelling dress, bunching it up and twirling it between your fingers. Nerves on show as plain as day. She reached across, softly wrapping her hands around your quivering one. You raised your gaze to meet her, surprised by the sudden action but comforted by the softness in her eyes.

“We’ll be fine, after all, we’ll get through this together”

The carriage wheels came to a final stop, after traversing the bumpy streets of London. It had been an unpleasant sensation compared to the smoother tarmac roads that you had known two hundred years in the future. This was something that would take time to get used to. 

Many short trips would be taken into the city, whether that be trips to the Modiste or to attend balls and soirees across the length and breadth of this fine city.  You took a moment to gather your thoughts as the carriage door opened. You had expected to see Archie standing there, dressed in his light grey livery with his gloved hand open for you to take but instead, you found yourself with a smile from ear to ear at the welcomed sight of Darcy. 

Archie stood by his side, silent but ready to assist. He was already entrenched within his role. This was the reminder you needed at this moment. Once you left the safety of the Carriage, then you’d be truly putting away who you had been. You were no longer a Captain, you were Miss Sterling, Sister of Lord Sterling, ready to be guided through a world where you belonged. One that you had been ‘born’ into. 

You took Footman Jones’s hand, stepping out of the carriage using the small step to climb down to stand on street level in front of the impressively large house that would be your home for the foreseeable. 

It was breathtaking to behold, with its sculpted and pristine lawn hidden behind an iron fence and gate that acted as an entrance and boundary line.  The vivid pops of colour from the flowers that had wrapped around the bars added to its beauty, softening the harsh nature associated with iron bars. A deterrent to all those beneath them to stay away but at the same a welcoming sight for the aristocracy.

It was hard not to stand there and stare up at Sterling House. “Welcome home, Sister” There was a familiar but simmering warmth surrounding his words. His usual relaxed mannerisms had been reigned in, to a degree that you almost did not recognise. If this had been back at St James’s House, then he would have thrown his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. Instead, he stood tall towering over you, keeping a slight yet polite distance between the two of you.

You turned your head to face Darcy. “Thank you, Brother” A small genteel smile remained on your lips as you followed after his retreating form. This was your first encounter with Lord Sterling, not Darcy Greyson. The man you knew disappeared beneath the Velvet tailcoat and silk waistcoat. It was his armour to present to the world, to protect the true man that was hidden beneath. This was nothing new for a seasoned veteran such as him.

Your eyes darted from left to right, taking in the figures outside Sterling House. All of the servants lined up to greet you upon arrival alongside their employer. None of them would meet your gaze but you took in the faces of those who came before. You knew their names for Edward had been thorough in his brief, providing a portfolio with the profiles of each member of the household whether they were assigned upstairs or downstairs.

You needed to be well informed on the day-to-day life within Sterling House. It effectively was the base of all operations, where information was received, filled and distributed via the boots on the ground. Whilst you moved within the circles of high society, others mingled amongst the working class. 

Stepping into the entrance hall, your gaze lifted taking in the breathtaking masterpieces lining the way. One stood out, the largest hung proudly above the central staircase. It was a family portrait that you didn’t remember sitting for but there you were posed alongside Darcy and Captains O’Brien and Matthews. Both who had already been extracted.

Extractions had never been easy, knowing the full extent and level of planning that went into each of the various methods offered to all team members. You had made your choice and the psychological evaluations that came after had been grovelling to ensure that you had made the right choice and you understood what this meant in the long term. You always had the beacon to signal that it was time to begin extraction hidden upon your person. It needed to always be close at hand just in case.

O’Brien and Matthews’s faces stern and firm stared down from within the frame, as you tried to relax but the weight still lingered upon your shoulders. The imaginary starting pistol had been prepped and was ready to fire. Everything was about to change.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- The light breeze of a late morning stroll had been exactly what he needed. The season was almost upon them, Benedict could hardly wait. The tediously overzealous mamas on the hunt for a husband for their dull and uninspiring daughters lurking at the edge of the dancefloor, eager to pounce.

It was far from ideal for this second son as he turned onto Grosvenor Square, returning from his latest venture. His gaze lazily wandered from one side to the other, until it landed on the sight of a carriage pulling into Sterling House. The property had sat silent for more than a single turn of a season. He had heard whispers of the passing of the previous Lord and Lady throughout the first few months of the prior year. A tragedy indeed.

The Sterlings had remained away from society, choosing to stay in the country as the months ticked by. His son had been on honeymoon with his new bride, which had been cut short as he was called home to take up his place as his father’s heir and the new Lord Sterling. Benedict had only met Bernard Sterling a handful of times, as he engaged in conversation with his older brother Anthony. He had noted a few similarities but there seemed to be more hidden beneath the surface.

Bernard had mentioned his younger sister in passing, but she had been long since carted off to learn under the care of their maternal aunt who lived in France. It was hard to miss that smile that appeared whenever he mentioned his dear sweet sister. He stood still, choosing to watch the arrival of Lord Sterling’s sister. His curiosity peaked, as this tidbit of information might be worth mentioning to Anthony. A playful smile pulled across his lips as he continued walking on.

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Did You Hear (what i didn't say)? - Chapter 2

"Wherever is your handsome gentleman?" many of them asked like clockwork.

Lucy tried not to think of Lockwood even as her hand always flew to the locket hanging above her heart at that question. Like clockwork, he also had a routine at every ball to steal her fan, swipe it across his face dramatically before handing it back over with his teasing yet endearing grin. Sometimes it was in front of people, other times when it was just them and George. As always, it annoyed her to see him tease her for having to carry around what she still thought was a useless accessory when he was burdened by no such thing. Still, she couldn't help but think of him when she was asked about her love life.

"I haven't any," Lucy always replied to her curious companion of the evening.

Somehow on her tongue it tasted like a lie even though she knew it wasn't. Lockwood wasn't interested in her like that. The person she was talking to always walked away with a strange smile though. As if they knew something she didn't.

Ao3 - Chapter 2

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bridgerton | kate/anthony; teen; 1,155 words Anthony comforts Kate in the days leading up to Amma’s birthday.

[ Written for @kateanthonyweek's Kate Week 2023. ]

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‘Tis The Damn Season AU ❄️

Happy New Year everyone! 🥂 Hope it’s been fab so far and I know I haven’t been on here in ages to promote this AU but my Kathony ‘tis the damn season AU is up to chapter 6 now and you can find it here.

Look I’m gonna try to update this regularly but I can’t promise. What I can promise is to finish it THIS winter 💜 Thanks for your patience. As a bonus here’s a new moodboard to go with it ❄️