The Bloody Viscount - II
— summary: You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?
— gender: yandere, dark!au.
— warnings: obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, kidnapping, angst, fluffy, dub-con (?), possibly smut.
— pairing: yandere!anthony bridgerton x female!reader.
— word count: 1,705.
— tag list: @will-delete-this-later-probably, @cayt0123, @flowercrowns-goodvibes, @czarinera, @remuslupinwifee
— prologue, chapter 1;
Chapter 2
''Viscount Bridgerton was seen dancing with Lady (Y/N) (L/N) at Lady Danbury's ball last night. I have no information on how she had the cunning to attract Lord Bridgerton's attention, yet. He seemed quite enamored with his partner, dare I say. Will we have a Viscountess soon? After all, who better to play the role of viscountess than the diamond of the season?
Chronicles of the Society of Lady Whistledown, April 27, 1813.
''Ah!'' Your mother's scream of happiness was hard to ignore. You were trying to embroider some flowers, but with your mother's constant shouting it was difficult to concentrate.
That's because you were in separate rooms.
''(Y/N)!'' She shouted your name. Sighing, you got up from the couch and placed your unfinished embroidery aside. You smoothed your light blue dress so she wouldn't scold you and went to the dining room.
''Yes, mom?'' You asked as you entered the dining room, where your parents were together. Your father was drinking a cup of tea and your mother had Lady Whistledown's newspaper open.
''Have you read today's Whistledown?''
You shook your head in denial.
''Well then, read it!''
You fight the inner urge to scoff. She always scolded you every time she saw you reading, but you suppressed your words. You sat down on the padded chair and began to read.
What you had read did not please you in the same way it had pleased your mother.
'Isn't this wonderful?'' Your mother looked at your father.
He cleared his throat, ''I suppose.''
She wasn't even listening to his words, ''Our daughter has captivated a viscount! Imagine what this could do for us?'' She rambled.
''Mom...'' You sighed.
''This is perfect! You will be a perfect viscountess.''
You sank into the chair, wanting to hide. She wouldn't listen to you. She never listened. She seemed very happy with the idea of being part of the british aristocracy.
''Lady Whistledown has been writing about you, brother.''
Anthony looked at Benedict who was drinking tea and biscuits. He frowned at him.
''Really?'' Anthony muttered disinterestedly, looking at his gathered family. His mother was sitting on the couch with Hyacinth, Francesca, Gregory and Eloise. Colin and Benedict were beside him.
Damn Whistledown always wrote about him. He just wanted to find out who the damn woman was and choke her.
Until death, preferably.
''Apparently you found your viscountess.'' Benedict teased, sharing a knowing look with Colin.
His mother turned her face towards them the moment the word “Viscountess” left Benedict’s mouth. Anthony mentally cursed him.
Anthony knew who they were talking about and as much as it irritated him, they were telling the truth. He had found his viscountess and was determined to marry her.
Lady (Y/N). She was quite lovely and captivated him in a way no woman ever had. He wanted to make her his wife.
And he would.
''Is it true?'' Colin asked.
Anthony rolled his eyes. Benedict held back a laugh.
''Yes. I'm going to marry Lady (Y/N) (L/N).''
He ignored it when his mother looked at him, curious and shocked. He ignored his brothers' curious looks. All he thought about at that moment was her. Beautiful and wonderful, dressed in white at an altar.
All perfect for him. Perfect for him to ruin.
The park was beautiful and full, as always. Looking around, you saw several debutantes and suitors, with their mothers at their heels. You liked Hyde Park, it was a beautiful and comfortable place.
Well, it tends to be when your mother isn't on your heels.
You loved her. You really loved her. But sometimes you wish you didn't depend on her, that you didn't have to deal with all of this. It's suffocating.
And hearing her talk about the viscount didn't make you excited. And you didn't even like it. He was an attractive man and your dance at Lady Danbury's ball was something special.
You admitted all of this, but...
But you knew how to handle it right. You didn't even know if he was really interested in you. You knew his reputation, how he was a libertine and that didn't make you comfortable at all.
You would like to marry for love, or at least to a gentleman who did not have such a reputation as the viscount possessed. It was unlikely to happen, but you couldn't give up hope.
Sighing, you looked around.
You and your mother were sitting on a picnic blanket spread out on the lush green lawn of Hyde Park. You were sitting between some pillows that had been placed and drinking a glass of lemonade.
Near you were the Featherington's. You waved at Penelope when she looked at you and, seemingly embarrassed, she smiled and waved back.
"So, she said- (Y/N)!" You turned your scared head to your mother, "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"
No, you weren't.
"I'm sorry mom."
She rolled her eyes, "As I was saying..." You didn't even bother to listen to her. You looked over at the Featherington's and saw Miss Eloise Bridgerton talking to Penelope.
You didn't pay much attention.
Until you heard that voice. That damn voice that haunted your dreams last night.
"Lady (Y/N) (L/N)."
You stood up quickly, smoothing down your dress. You gave a small curtsy, "Lord Bridgerton."
He looked impeccable as always. You couldn’t help but blush at the intensity of his gaze on you. You felt your body tremble a little when he took your hand and kissed your right hand, gently and kind.
"Lord Bridgerton!" Your mother quickly stood up and greeted him.
"Lady (Y/M) (L/N)." Anthony took your mother's gloved hand and gave it a polite kiss.
"It's a pleasure to see you here."
"My mother insisted that I accompany her." He replied.
"Oh, is Lady Violet here?"
Anthony nodded, "She's right there." He pointed out to his mother that he was talking to Lady Danbury.
"I see." Your mother muttered, looking at the two women vehemently.
"I would like to ask your permission to walk with Lady (Y/N)." You choked on his words.
Your mother's eyes perked up.
"Of course. (Y/N) would love to walk a bit."
You mentally rolled your eyes. But your mother's reprimanding look made you stiff.
Anthony reached his arm out to you and without much of a choice, you hooked his arm with yours.
You tried to ignore the shiver the contact brought you.
With your mother in the behind, you and the viscount began walking through the park in silence at first.
"Does my presence make you uncomfortable?" He asked suddenly.
You shook your head quickly.
"No. It's not that. I just... I get lost in my thoughts sometimes." Your words were not lies.
"Good." That's all he said.
You kept your attention on the flowers and trees in front of you. All very beautiful, well-groomed and full of life.
"It's very beautiful, isn't it?" You murmured to a small bed of roses.
Anthony followed your gaze and nodded.
"Do you like flowers?" You knew it was probably a silly question to ask a man, but you didn't care.
Anything was better than the silence that had become uncomfortable.
"I have nothing against them." You laughed a little. He smiled and continued, "But I think hyacinths are beautiful."
"They are."
Anthony let go of your hand and went to a white rose bush, he picked up the flower and removed its thorns. You looked at him confused, until he handed you the rose.
You felt your heart speed up at such a gesture. It was the first time you received flowers from someone and you never realized how much you wanted flowers until you received them.
"T-Thank you, Lord Bridgerton."
"Lady (Y/N)." He took on a serious tone and you were alarmed, "You can call me Anthony."
"That wouldn't be appropriate..."
When he approached you and touched your free hand, your breathing became heavy. This was wrong. You shouldn't be this close.
"I think I've made my intentions pretty clear." He whispered, looking straight into your eyes. "I believe I've made it clear that I want to court you."
You couldn't respond.
"I want you to call me Anthony..." He murmured, his breath very close to your face, "Because I want to become your husband."
You weren’t sure if you could breathe.
''I...'' You swallowed, pulling away a little.
Anthony frowned but didn't protest.
You coughed and squeezed the rose a little tighter.
"I think we need to go back."
He watched you like a predator watched its prey. He remained silent for a few minutes before nodding.
"Of course. It's getting late." He offered you his arm and you took it.
The walk back to where your mothers were was silent and under the watchful eyes of other people.
You just wanted to lie down and not have to deal with the interrogation your mother would do later.
Anthony couldn't sleep.
He tried and tried. He changed position several times, but sleep never came.
His mind was stuck on you.
How he had touched you. Even though it wasn't a direct touch, due to the glove you were wearing, he still thought.
He thought about what it would be like to slip on that glove and feel your skin against his.
Anthony tried to fight the feelings, the desires that were growing but he couldn't. All he found himself thinking about was kissing you, tasting your skin and touching you in places you had never been touched.
So pure. So inocent. So virginal.
His. His perfect diamond.
It was these thoughts that brought him to climax in the silent and lonely night in his room.
He caressed himself thinking about what you would look like under those dresses, the expressions you would make when he was inside you. How you would moan his name when you reached your own climax.
It was these thoughts, these mental images that caused him to moan your name like a prayer as he released himself into his hand, making it dirty.
Anthony closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
He needed to marry you soon.
— lady l: What did you think of the chapter? I hope you liked it, I'm sorry for the delay and any errors there were! Feel free to give me your feeback. Drink water and I love you you all! ❤️
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Local Trains AU Masterpost
Why is Local Trains AU?
Note: All links included in the post are also below in an updated chronological order
Tags
General AU tag -> #local trains au
Tag for AU related asks -> #train asks
Shippy stuff tag -> #two trains holding hands
Story bits and moments (in chronological order)
Beginnings
Maintenance
Stranded
Stream
Unfortunate situation
Aftermath
Agreement
Cooperation
Engineers
Trust building
Names
Catching skills
Tiny
Smooch
Recharge
Hum
Mission accomplished
Avoidance
Departure
A conversation
Countdown
Cold Exit
Error: Connection Lost
Five stages of grief
Unexpected meeting
Across the multiverse
Assorted doodles/pieces (not necessarily "canon" to the AU)
Info stuff
1st Mazačka Grease picture
1st RegioJet Astrotrain picture
General info on the trains
Hypothetical height calculations
Grease's Cybertronian alt mode concepts
Grease's Cybertronian root mode concept
Shenanigans
Fly Me to the Moon
Fly Me to the Moon 8 bit
[transformation sound.mp3]
Repairs
The Old Moon Base Adventure!
Greasy hamburger
Minicon symbiosis
Catching skill issue
Still alive
Cryptids
This is fine
Squeak
Two trains, holding hands (aka oops, I ship it now)
Hand holding #1 • #2 • #3 • #4
I've had Grease for about 6 months
Just Married
Honeymoon
Smooch
No hands
Recharge snuggles
Hold face gently
Tender
Flowercrown
Winter cuddles
Forehead kiss
Glowy night
Safety first
Trainwreck
Gift art! (art of the trains by amazing and talented people on Tumblr ♥)
Grease by eliasisasexhaver
And they were both trains! by welcometothesewers
A spoonful by aecholapis
Graduation trains by deliicacymercy
Companions by keferon
Question time!
Can I draw fanart/write fic of the trains?
I drew fanart/wrote fic of the trains, what do I do?
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