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ilariyalavorowrites · 12 hours

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Time enough for love

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 ?

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.

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sukibenders · 3 months

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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.

#bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma x anthony bridgerton #kathony #like give me more cute moments between them (heck maybe even use it o showcase anthony learning why exactly kate fears storms & comforting)#or u could even have them scheming with one another to find a suitable match for francesca and driving everyone up the wall in the process #bc while im sure that kate would be able to calm anthony's antics down when it comes to finding suitable suitors? she's a woman on a mission

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thebadgerclan · 11 months

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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.”

#anthony bridgerton x reader x kate sharma #kanthony #poly!kanthony #anthony bridgerton x reader #kate sharma x reader #anthony x kate #kate x anthony #kate sharma x anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x kate sharma #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton reader insert

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Hi! Your last Bridgerton reader was so cute! Could you do one where young reader (like 4 or 5) has bad speech(but it’s cute) and she sees Anthony with Kate one day and runs up to him stealing him away because Anthony Is ‘her papa’ and Kate can’t have him and she gets upset when he tells her he wants to marry Kate because she knows he’ll have kids and forget about her, but Kate finds it cute and Anthony just adores his youngest sister who he sees as a daughter.

A/N- Thank you! I hope you like it!!

Warning- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 372

Summary- The youngest Bridgerton sibling Y/N, is scared Anthony will leave her for Kate.

Two Is Better Than One

I did not like it when Anthony started the courting season he was away nearly every night! I would have to go to bed every night without a bedtime story it was awful! I am so happy today is the last day of the season, everything will go back to normal.

I woke up very early so I could be the first one at the table. Then I saw Anthony with Kate in the dining room.

“Hello, Kate... why are you here?”

Anthony quickly stood up and smiled “Good morning Y/N”

“The season done why Kate here!” I throw my hands up.

Anthony bends down to my level “I have good news Y/N” he smiles. “Kate and I are getting married.”

I wrap my arms around Anthony “NO! You are my Papa! You can’t leave me!” I cried.

Anthony assured me nobody could pry him away from me and hugged me tightly.

Kate smiled and leaned down to me “I would never take your Papa away nobody could. He talks about you all the time! To be honest I think you’re his favorite sibling. Shh, do not tell the others.” She said whispering the last part

I smile and nod then look at Anthony seriously “Bedtime stories are still a must!”

Anthony tries to hold back a laugh he picks me up and spins me. “Of course princess and you know what! I bet Kate will join us and it will be even better! We will finally have someone to do the girl voices.”

“Yeah, you are pretty bad at doing the character's voices” I giggle.

“Oh am I?” Anthony asks proceeding to start tickling me.

I start to scream and laugh. I try to squirm away from Anthony but he just grasps me harder.

“Anthony! I’m S-s-sorry y-you are great at voices” I can barely gasp out in between laughing fits.

“Kate did you hear that I think Y/N said she wants to be tickled more. I think I need your help then because after all two are better than one.”

“Of course, I will help you Anthony if that's what my dear new sister wants” Kate smiles joining the tickling war.

I can’t stop giggling maybe Kate isn’t that bad.

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issalesnunes · 2 years

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No doubt these couples have said that in their declarations of love, and you can't change my mind.

"So here's the thing you bastard, I'm completely in love with you. I'll be honest it's gotten to the point where I can't hide it anymore, you come talk to me and I look into your beautiful eyes and I can only imagine us dying together, us getting old together, us having a lifetime together, you and I taking care of our children, you know? This is all I can imagine and desire, I can no longer distinguish reality from illusion anymore. You drive me crazy as much as you enlighten me, so for the love of god tell me you're in love with me too."

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rlphunter · 17 hours

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Does anyone have Kate/Anthony long fic recs, preferably on ao3

(I’ll edit the tags in a little bit so I don’t clog up the tags)

#kate sharma x anthony bridgerton #Bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #ao3 #kate sharma #kate bridgerton #anthony bridgerton

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miss-celestial-being · 2 years

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me third-wheeling my friend and their partner:

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oceanspray5 · 1 year

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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

If you loved this story at all in any way please do let me know in the comments below! They really do make my day! Let me know your favorite line, favorite moment favorite detail! I absolutely adore rambly comments! I also appreciate constructive criticism.

Thank you to everyone who read this and expressed support. I have another few locklyle fics in the works and one that's more iron trio centric so do keep a lookout for those if you enjoyed this fic!

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annabeldahopelessromantic · 1 year

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Edwina: *about Anthony and Kate* omg i can’t believe they’re starting to not hate each other and become besties for me.

Daphne:

Lady Danbury:

Violet:

Benedict: ok so is anyone going to tell her orrr

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sharma x anthony bridgerton #kanthony

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finnicks · 1 year

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( fic ) purple

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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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kathonyxbee · 1 year

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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 ❄️

#kathony #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #fanfiction #kathonyau #kate sharma x anthony bridgerton #tis the damn season

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sukibenders · 11 months

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I wished Bridgerton had followed the books more so in s2, for a lot of reasons, but mainly because then we could have been given more cute Kathony scenes instead of them arguing and pining over one another. Like I enjoy some angst as much as the next person, but I wanted more happy scenes between them. If angst had to be involved though, I kind of wish we could have examined Kate's fear of storms more because, from what I'm aware of, in the books they go into more depth about it than in the show. I would have loved a scene where we see Anthony stumbling upon Kate in a state of fright and panic, unaware of her surroundings until Anthony wraps his arms around her and she comes too. Because she'd know him from his arms and smell alone, of course, she would. I wanted to see more soft Anthony scenes, so I can imagine him whispering in her ear and saying comforting, grounding words. Like I would have killed for that. We could also have Kate talk about her mother and the impact the loss had on her because the show mainly focused on Anthony's trauma with his dad dying but didn't do the same for Kate, which I wish they did.

#kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kathony #kate sharma x anthony bridgerton

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Routine

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x reader x Kate Sharma

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Kate does love her routine...

Smut!

keematee-percious

Kathani Sharma had a routine, and she stuck to it like clockwork. She would rise, have breakfast with you and Anthony, return upstairs to dress, work on her needlework in the drawing room, where you would sometimes join her; crawling into her lap for cuddles, before spending a few hours attending to her duties. Her afternoons were spent with you and her husband, as were the evenings, before readying for bed and doing it all again the next day.

Kate valued her routine, it gave sense to otherwise often hectic days. But when the Viscountess was exiting hers and Anthony’s joint study and heard passionate moans coming from the drawing room, she knew her routine was going to be interrupted. She peered through the door, finding you with your back pressed to the wall, your skirts hitched over your waist, legs wrapped around Anthony’s hips. Kate smiled, feeling arousal pool in her belly as she watched the two of you.

“Do not quiet yourself, my sweet,” Anthony moaned, and your head tipped back to rest against the wall. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.” “A-Anthony, oh, yes!” you cried, your arms wound around his neck, fingers in his hair. “Yes, please don’t stop!” The Viscount let out a low growl, kissing your neck as he fucked you. He hadn’t bothered undressing: merely unfastened his trousers and pushed them to his knees, his jacket, waistcoat, cravat, and shirtsleeves remained intact.

Kate took a step forward, barely entering the room. “Anthony, please, I’m close.” Her husband groaned into your neck, squeezing where his hands rested on your bottom. “Yes, my love. Come for me, come all over my cock.” Your moans increased in volume and intensity, punctuated by Anthony’s praises of “Yes,” and “Good girl.” As you met your high, the Viscountess stepped fully into the drawing room, unseen and unheard over your pleasure.

She heard her husband grunt his release, saw his legs tremble as he came, and when you were able to open your eyes, she smiled. “Kate, I…” “Do not think to stop on my account, keematee,” she said. “Please, continue.” You’d been momentarily sated by Anthony, but seeing Kate standing there had reignited your arousal, and you reached in her direction. “Kate,” you whimpered. “Kate, please, touch me.” Anthony smirked, carrying you to the sofa and lying you down while Kate came to kneel at your side, and kissed you deeply.

“This is a pleasant surprise, I must say,” she said, parting your thighs and eyeing your dripping cunt. She could see her husband’s seed dripping from you, and she leaned forward to lick your slit, the taste of your arousal and Anthony’s release mingling on her tongue. “Divine, my darling,” Kate praised, beginning to eat you out in the way only she could. Perhaps it was because she was a woman and knew where to touch or perhaps it was because she loved you so much and knew your body so well, but Kate had you on the precipice of orgasm in minutes.

In those minutes, Anthony had gotten hard again, and came to stand behind his wife. He rested his hands on her hips questioningly, silently asking for consent. Kate removed her mouth from your pussy, making you whimper, turning over her shoulder to look at her husband. “When have I ever denied you, husband?” Anthony smiled wickedly, pushing her skirts up and lining his cock up with her entrance.

He thrust forward, making Kate cry out, which in turn made you cry out. The three of you fell into a beautiful rhythm; moaning your pleasure and praises of the others, clutching at hands and hips, whatever you could reach, desperate for contact. Anthony was not gentle, he fucked his wife hard and fast, much the same as how he’d fuck you moments ago. Kate was grasping at your hand, and you grasped right back, while Anthony kept one hand on Kate’s back, the other reaching to touch your thigh.

You felt your peak drawing near, and when it arrived, you let it crest with a moan of Kate’s name. An instant later, Kate met her release, and soon after that, Anthony spilled himself within her. The three of you were breathless and limp, and Anthony managed to fall onto the sofa at your side, tugging his wife to lie atop the two of you. “Kate,” you said, and she looked up at you. “Do you have to work today?”

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I suppose I can break my routine for just one day, seeing as you two have shattered it already.” “Do not blame me, wife,” Anthony said, a playful tease in his voice. “Y/N was the one who accosted me.” You laughed, squeezing your lovers’ hands. “Hush, you two,” the Viscountess chastised, though she was smiling. “Once my legs are functional again, we will retire to bed, where we can spend all night together.” You hummed happily, your eyes unwillingly slipping closed. “That sounds nice.”

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