Someone's about to get lifted onto a desk 👀👀👀
I do not doubt that for a single second tbh.
Also: this is Kate’s study! It’s too femininely decorated for it to be Anthony’s, even in his new wife guy era. And I love that for her.
I love that she has space for herself, and space to write her letters and run the household. I can also imagine her lips parting in surprise the very first time she saw the ledgers and she saw exactly how much money the Bridgertons have.
“Everything alright, Love?”
Kate let her eyes flick to Anthony, lounging in the chair across on the other side of the viscountess’s, of her desk. “Fine.”
“You look shocked.” Anthony sighed, “Let me guess you’re about to admonish me for letting my books fall into such disrepair but I would remind you why I haven’t had much time for bookmaking recently.”
Kate rolled her eyes, “It’s not… that. I suppose I just… knew you were wealthy but seeing it in person is another thing.”
“We are wealthy.” Anthony corrected lightly, “I hardly expect you to ask me for every little thing you want. That’s an awful way some men make their wives live.”
Kate rolled her eyes, “And here I thought I heard a rumour about you quizzing young ladies on a penchant for over spending.”
“People exaggerate. Or perhaps I don’t mind making you happy,”
It had seemed odd to Kate at first, the frequency with which Anthony seemed present in her study, especially as one of the other ladies had laughed when she’d mention that she and Anthony had been in there together.
“God, Herbert wouldn’t even know where to find it.”
But it seems normal now, having Anthony poke his head in. So much so that she doesn’t even need to look up to know who’s just slipped in and closed the door behind him.
“Viscountess, you work far too hard.”
Kate but back her smile at his use of her title. “Oh no, no, no. You’re supposed to be working. And I know what you calling me that means.”
Anthony looked at her innocently while he flopped down into the chair opposite her, “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I only thought Gee, I hope my beautiful wife’s not getting bored all alone like I am.”
Kate leaned back in her chair, “So you’ve come to save me have you?”
He gestured to himself, grinning cheekily. “I’m your knight in shining armor, yes.”
“And here I thought you intended to rarely see your wife, I can’t seem to get rid of you.” Kate teased, leaning back in her chair. “Though I suppose that has its merits.”
“It does,” Anthony said eagerly, “I’d be more than happy, Viscountess, to show you just how willing I am to make your afternoon just a little bit more pleasurable.”
Kate’s breath caught, “Lock the door then.”
Anthony practically scrambled back over the chair. “Yes Ma’am.”
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i hate accidents: the links
femme!reader x benedict bridgerton, femme!reader & the bridgerton family, femme!reader & penelope featherington
summary: the adventures of a working class femme who befriends a fellow writer, a boisterous family, and a bewitching second eldest son
sections:
I. the beginning
II. the between
III. the ball
supplementary:
i. questions : questions that informed the author’s writing
ii. bibliography : sources that the author referred to whilst writing i hate accidents
iii. images used : for avatar, sidebar, header
iv. music : songs that inspired and influenced i hate accidents; songs that the author imagined playing during specific scenes; songs that the author imagined playing during scenes they did not write or describe but thought of
v. design : visual musings by the author
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Not only does the Viscountess have her own space, her study is much bigger than Anthony’s!! This man is obsessed with his wife and how we love to see it.
Kate’s study is probably actually supposed to be the viscountess’s bedchamber but Anthony’s there like “You don’t need a bed in here. We have a bed next door.”
��Some women are allowed respite from their husbands pawing at them all day and all night.”
Anthony scoffed, “I believe it was you who seduced me last night, Kate. Oh that nightdress was the first one the maid could reach was it? Unlikely.”
Kate narrowed her eyes, “I didn’t see you complaining. I just beat you to the punch this time and you’re cross.”
“You can’t just show me your thigh Kate! It makes my head feel fuzzy!”
“Oh but it’s alright for you to walk around with no neckcloth and your sleeves rolled?!”
“I knew you liked that!”
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