#slight kathony

[sea-owl]

Part two to the Iris Council. Find the original part one here, and the edited one here.

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Just as Penelope and Sophie said King Anthony had not gone to Kate's room that first night, or any night after since she's came to the Garden Palace. He actually left right after their dinner with Penelope and Sophie that first night to go back to Aubrey Hall. There was a kiss though.

As the king was leaving Kate was shown one of her duties that others will expect of her as part of the high-ranking concubines. It was simple, seeing the king off, and of course mid and lower ranked concubines could also join them, but of course the high ranked ones were the ones expected to actually see him off.

"It's technically practice since we have the highest chances of becoming queen," Penelope explained. "Gotta make sure we're prepared if we send him off to war!"

"And he dies under mysterious circumstances," Sophie joined in. "Leaving us all alone!"

Anthony rolled his eyes at their dramatics. Kate joined in on their laughter.

Finally, they reach the steps that lead towards the entrance where the concubines were not allowed to travel beyond without special permission. One by one the king kissed his concubines as was expected. They were quick kisses, nothing more than a peck of the lips really. Penelope and Sophie were quick to hide the lower half of their faces with their fans after. Kate could see both of them either pursing their lips or holding back a shiver.

Then it was Kate's turn. Just like with the other two, it was nothing more than a quick peck. Kate wasn't sure the shiver that went up her back wasn't for the same reason the other two had though. Kate wasn't sure she was having that same weird feeling the other two had as well. Why were her lips tingling? Is her face heating up? Kate quickly, and a little clumsily, hid her face just as the other two did.

After that it was down to business. Under Penelope and Sophie's advice Kate began to set up her new home in the Lily Pavilion. Currently the three of them were in the Snapdragon Pavilion where Penelope made her home.

Kate was finding out there was a lot of secret compartments in the Snapdragon Pavilion, some she thinks she will never remember how Penelope opened them. Upon Kate's request Penelope was gathering documents that contained information about the staff, guards, and most importantly the concubines of the Garden Palace.

"First things first we'll need to find you a head lady in waiting," Sophie said. "Someone you can trust to keep your secrets."

Kate's mind flashed to Felicity and Posy, the head ladies in waiting to Penelope and Sophie. The head ladies in waiting who were a little too young in Kate's mind to be in such a position.

Penelope plopped down a bunch of documents in her hands. "Your sister might be an option," Penelope suggested. "It's what Sophie and I did."

Kate snapped her head up. Now that she thought about it she could see a resemblance between the two red heads, not so much between the two blondes though.

Sophie glanced up at Kate from one of her financial reports. An understanding was on her face. "Posy and I are stepsisters."

"Oh." Kate nodded. "But I could hire Edwina?"

"If you trust her enough," Sophie replied. "While our head ladies in waiting don't know everything, they do know enough to know there is something else going on, but they also trust us enough that we can continue the ruse."

"So it's best if I pick wisely," Kate said as she skimmed over some of the documents on the other concubines. They must've been Penelope's personal notes, each one was written in her hand.

There were several different flower markings on the documents. A common one she noticed, especially among the lower ranked concubines was a rose. But there was a mixture of roses, hyacinths, daffodils, and poppies. The least common ones were an iris, and a lily. Kate could guess what the iris flower was supposed to represent, but the lily was an interesting one. She could only find it on two other concubines' information besides her own.

"What do these represent?" Kate asked as she pointed at the flowers.

Penelope looked at the documents. "Oh that's how I keep each girl organized. As you know not all of us are here as concubines, but we can't let other know that. Roses are for the actual concubines like those two." Penelope pointed out the window where two brunettes sat.

Kate dug through the papers to find their information. Sienna and Maria Rosso, cousins who came here at around the same time. According to their paperwork they both are singers. Kate noticed that Maria had a daffodil next to her rose, while Sienna had a poppy.

"Daffodils are to mark girls who have expressed desire to leave when the time comes, while those marked with a poppy have no such desire or they haven't expressed it," Penelope explained. "Hyacinths are for girls who are here out of protection more than anything else, they're the ones Anthony wouldn't touch. The iris marked girls are a little more obvious."

It was simple but effective, and should anyone accidentally come across these it would give nothing away.

"Huh, this is all so elaborate, " Kate said as she looked back at the documents. "How did this even start?"

Penelope sat down. "Well, at the time I was about two months away from turning fifteen."

-

"No Eloise."

"But Anthony Lady Hazelwood has brilliant ideas that could-"

"Eloise, I said no."

Penelope stayed silent as she watched the two siblings argue. She really wished Eloise would stop dragging her to these impromptu meetings with the king. This is the third time Eloise has tried to convince him to have a private meeting with Lady Hazelwood and much like the other two times it was not successful.

The open-door policy the king has for his siblings may not be lasting that much longer Penelope thought to herself.

Eloise huffed. "Why won't you even consider it?"

The king sat down his pen. "Eloise may I remind you that Lady Hazelwood is married to Lord Hazelwood? The same lord who is infamous among the court for his schemes of influence?"

"That is her husband," Eloise argued.

"Who she would have loyalty to." There was a finality to the king's voice. "My answer remains the same."

Eloise let out another huff and stormed out of the room. Penelope felt herself slightly pout. She cannot come and go as freely as Eloise does with her position as princess. Penelope was only a baron's daughter, proper etiquette demanded she stay put until she was excused by one of the royals. She picked at her skirt.

"Um, your majesty?"

The king looked back over to the seated area where Penelope still found herself. He looked tired. Penelope has known Anthony since he was prince and she was in leading strings due to their mothers' friendship. She remembers when the messengers informing every lord that they were required to travel to the ancestral home of the royal family, Aubrey Hall, for the coronation of the new king. She remembers thinking it was a mad house as each lord fought to be the leading influence over the new king who had yet to go to university and looked too young to be wearing the crown on his head.

Penelope could see Anthony about to wave her off, but he paused. "Penelope be honest with me, as a family friend, do you think this Lady Hazelwood to be genuine? Or is she like the others and trying to use one of my siblings?"

Penelope bit her lip, her brown eyes drifting towards her lap. Thinking back, if she was to be honest, Penelope shook her head. "In court Lady Hazelwood is always by her husband's side, or she is close enough to have him in her eyesight while he mouths the words she says."

Anthony nodded. "Thank you, Penelope, you may go."

Penelope bowed and took her leave.

Over the next few days, Penelope found herself following her mother around the court as usual, but something had shifted.

She couldn't quite pin point what it was. The rumors were the same as usual. No new schemes among the lords, no newcomers, and no one has announced an engagement recently either. Maybe something happened at one of the parties? While Penelope was old enough to start attending the day court, and technically she was old enough to marry with her mother's permission as soon as she was fifteen, she was still too young to attend the night parties. That had to be it honestly.

Satisfied with the thought Penelope settled herself in a corner as she watched yet another lord try to butter up their king. Marquess Stratton, according to the rumors he's been trying to weasel his way into the royal family's inner court even back with King Edmund had been alive. Unfortunately for him King Edmund held strong in his belief of those he was raised with were the only ones allowed into his inner court. This limited it to his siblings and the Rokesby family who has been close with the royal family for at least four generations now. King Anthony has refused to build an inner court at all, which was quite odd. Most believed he would follow in his father's footsteps and have an inner court made up of his siblings.

"Marquess Stratton is making a fool of himself," Portia, Penelope's mother, said with a shake of her head.

Other lords and ladies murmured in agreement.

"The king is just like his father. Just you wait his inner court will be nothing but his siblings."

"The Duke of Hastings might also be a member, they are best friends after all."

"He's just waiting for more of them to debut. Watch as soon as Princess Eloise is old enough to attend the night parties the inner court will be formed."

Penelope tuned out the whispers, it is nothing that has not been said before. Instead she refocused on the marquess. His back stood straight, but his arms were overly animated as he spoke. There was a shine on his palms like they were wet. Penelope could also see a slight limp in his walk despite how hard he tries to stay in one place. How odd, according to all the reports the battles at the border have all been successful, and there have been no rumors about injuries to the officers.

Penelope glanced up at the king, and flinched when she met his eyes. She was not expecting that, nor was she expecting for the king to have her stay back while the rest of the court dispersed. Not that her mother noticed she wasn't following.

Penelope bowed to the king who still sat on his throne. "Your majesty."

"Penelope be honest with me, as a family friend, what do you think of Marquess Stratton?" Anthony asked.

Penelope hummed as she thought back on the older gentleman. He certainly wasn't as calm as he pretended to be. Which was odd, Marquess Stratton should be ridding the highs of won battles right now. But instead he's hiding a limp.

"I think his reports of the battles are not as truthful as they should be," Penelope said.

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Really? What makes you think that?"

"According to the rumors he's been successful in battle, but he walk with a limp he did not have before this current battle. Oh! He is also skittish when talking to anyone too!"

Anthony nodded. "Thank you Penelope. You may go."

Penelope bowed and made her leave. That was strange.

Two weeks later Penelope receives an invitation to tea in the royal family wing. It wasn't unusual for her to receive such an invitation. After all Eloise was her best friend, and hopefully Penelope can be her lady in waiting when they are older. What was unsual though was that only the king was waiting for her in the tea room. She didn't see her friends, the princess Eloise and Francesca, nor the prince Colin, none of the royal siblings are here. Not even their mother the Dowager Queen was present, who would never miss a tea time.

Penelope started to shrink in on herself. She was alone with the king. "Your majesty." She bowed, stiff.

"Penelope, I invited you here as a family friend, no need to be so formal," Anthony reassured her.

Penelope's shoulder loosened. She took her seat, busying her hands by making a cup of tea. "Pardon me Anthony, but where is the rest of your family?"

"I have sent them and my extended family on a trip for a few months this morning. I didn't want to risk them interrupting."

Penelope paused in her tea prepping. Interrupting?

Anthony sat down a folder. It was full of reports that have been edited, some even completely different.

"You were right, Marquess Stratton hasn't been truthful in his reports, as had other lords." Anthony scowled at the folder. Turning his eyes back on her they softened in a way she has seen when he looks at his younger siblings. "I can not trust them with the responsibilities I need to entrust to others."

Penelope furrowed her brow. "If you can not trust the lords Anthony, then why not air your concerns with your family?"

"They are too easily reached. Benedict, Colin, and Daphne are all attending the balls now. Eloise will soon start attending the day court, with Francesca following next year. You've seen it Penelope, some of these lords are like snakes who will say or do anything to get in their good graces."

Penelope sighed. She knew that was true. All too often she will see a lord or lady try to flatter Eloise to either gain her favor or find a way to get to Anthony through her. And with Eloise so vocal about her passions how often did she give others the exact words they needed to stroke her ego?

Anthony continued, "You observational skills have proven to be good use Penelope. You have not lied to me, and you genuinely love my family as if they were your own. I want to see you flourish those skills, starting at the balls."

"But your majesty-" She was cut off with a look.

"Anthony Penelope. We are speaking as family friends, not king and subject," Anthony reminded her.

Penelope took a breath. "But Anthony I am not yet of age to go. The only way for me to attend if I was married."

"Or a concubine."

Penelope whipped her head around towards Anthony. "A concubine? Me?" Penelope felt her face flushed. There were so many reasons she couldn't be a concubine, one that she'll never say aloud was her love for the third prince.

"That would be your public title, and how you would be perceived in the kingdom" Anthony said. "What I really want from you though is to be part of my inner court, my spy mistress."

Penelope's mind clicked. "Being a concubine would also keep untrustworthy lords away as well since I would be living at the Garden Palace when I wasn't with you. But um . . ." Penelope felt her face flush again. There was one major aspect that comes with the whole concubine territory that would be hard to ignore.

Anthony chuckled. "Penelope I swear on my father's grave that I will never force you or anyone."

Oh he was serious about this. Swearing on the previous king's grave was the strongest oath any member of the royal family would ever make. They would rather die than go back on their word sworn on the late king.

Penelope found herself nodding, ideas flying through her head. "We'll have to find a way to cover my face. If they can't confirm my identity they'll never know 100% if they are truly talking to the concubine. Also if we bring back the royal harem then we can bring others into the inner court, though perhaps we should call it something else?"

"Any suggestions?" Antony asked.

Penelope looked around the room until her eyes landed on a painting of an Iris flower. Benedict must have been working on it. Penelope turned back to Anthony. "The Iris Council?"

"It has a nice ring to it," Anthony said. "Alright Penelope first things first, we need to learn who we can truly trust to bring in. Learn the lords secrets and see if we can potentially bring anyone else in."

After that Penelope kept meeting Anthony for tea until two days after her fifteen birthday Penelope put on her mask for the first time and was presented to the kingdom as King Anthony's first concubine.

-

"It didn't take too long after that for word to spread through to the kingdom and eventually reach the ears of the Dowager Queen," Penelope said. "She stormed home with the rest of the royal family, demanding an explanation from Anthony. None of them would even look at me and I was standing next to him."

Kate's eyes widened. "Truly? None of them?"

Penelope shook her head. "Not a single one. It hurt at the time, but honestly it made things easier in the long run. I got to focus on building my life's work."

"Them refusing to learn our names or even hearing them also helps," Sophie added. "Confuses the lords in our favor."

"Their parent's love story was sacred to them," Penelope said. "Anthony taking a concubine and restarting the harem probably felt like one of the biggest betrayals to them."

Kate could see it. Mary was always talking about how precious love was, and lucky she was to experince it with her husband. The harem is just to extend the bloodline, it must feel so cold and impersonal in their eyes, even if no children have been born from it yet. But still that treatment isn't fair to the concubines. "Do you think that will ever change?"

Penelope picks up one of the files. "Maybe if Anthony takes a queen. But we're not quite there yet."

The light reflected through the paper, Kate could see the outline of a lily.

#bridgerton #the iris council #concubine au #kate sharma #kate sheffield #penelope featherington #slight kathony #platonic relationships #platonic anthony and penelope

[ao3feed-kathony]

Good Day UK!

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50216092 by anidlequeen She makes fun of the way Alistair does his make-up. He deliberately sits in her chair and keeps “forgetting.” She trolls him on his public facing Instagram, tagging him on a post about cat adoptions - Anthony Bridgerton or grumpy cat? He fires back on her post about her beloved dog - Is that a corgi or a potato with stumps? During a fluff baking segment with the latest winner of Bake Off, she gets flour all over his suit. He’s positive it’s on purpose and she’s apologetic but he knows she did it intentionally - there was a certain glint in her eye, the flare of a nostril as the corner of her mouth turned up, just so. They get into a spirited debate (it’s a fight) about jammy dodgers on live television. It sends them trending through the UK for days - the clip goes viral. They get a portmanteau handed to them, although they fight about that, also live. Kanthony? Or Kathony? “Shargerton!” “Sounds like charlatan. Which actually fits perfectly, for you at least,” she winks at the camera. * Kate and Anthony are morning show co-hosts, married to other people. Until, of course, it blows up in their faces. Words: 4582, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Edmund Bridgerton II, Miles Bridgerton Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Anthony Bridgerton/Siena Rosso, Thomas Dorset & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Additional Tags: not a true HEA ok, kate is married to tom and anthony is married to siena, and they cheat on them with each other, That's it, that's the plot, yes somewhat based on the good morning america controversy, i don't condone cheating unless the people are hot, shrugs, slight trigger warning for eating disorders or body dysmorphia, unfinished and slowly updating read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50216092

#kathony #kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #ao3feed #fanfic

[aspoonfuloffiction]

We truly are interested in that theory. Spill the beans pls!!!

*whispers* share ur theory

SPILL!!

What's the theory.......😫

Well now you got me curious lol. Why would kathony fans care what they decide to do with Polin next season?

What's your theory??? (On s3)

Would love to hear your Polin theory S3 😁

I want to hear your s3 Polin theory that will make certain parts of the fandom rage!

OK FINE

And this isn’t even all of them! But fine FINE I’ll tell you! But don’t blame me if its not as salacious as you’re expecting. But if people get mad at me I am blaming you people.

The single most unrealistic thing in season 2 more than anything else has always been that Portia “marry my daughter off to her cousin” Featherington would walk into a closed room, find her unmarried daughter alone with a man, and a Bridgerton no less, the exact Bridgerton that had slighted her family last season in fact, and not scream and demand they get married.

Even if the Bridgerton name wasn’t doing so hot at the time. Portia would not lose out a chance like that. Never.

So that has always been in the back of my head. And when I was trying to figure out how they’d tell Polin’s story without a massive time jump, while also addressing LW and Peneloise. The only thing I could come up with was a marriage of convenience. And it would tie into that kind of plot hole.

Either Penelope and Colin are found in another locked closed room, OR what I think is more likely is Penelope is outed as Lady Whistledown. Her writings and motivations are out there and Penelope at 19 is far past ruined. Colin now knowing that the LW that wrote the article that kept him from marrying Marina under false pretenses and “saved” (My opinions on the Marina situation are clear I think Penelope did the absolute wrong thing and should be held accountable for it but this is from Colin’s POV) him, offers to marry her. This is like episode 2/3 tops.

At first they are simply two friends in this weird quasi marriage that neither of them really know what to do with its very chaste seperate bedrooms situation. They’re young they literally just think they’re playing house. This is also where you seed in Penelope and Eloise’s relationship and how the show wants to try to fix it.

And during this you finally have Colin start to see Penelope as a woman and not Pen. They talk about writing and traveling over dinners, maybe he tells her about her travel journals. He’s shocked at how much he likes being around her. But Penelope has resigned herself to this loveless sham of a marriage. So she tries to make the best of it kind of trying to improve her life-being Mrs Bridgerton now she feels freer etc. And shes not really paying attention to Colin.

And so you have Colin in his “am I falling for my wife?” era famously from TVWLM for episodes 5-6. But he doesn’t think Penelope sees him as such so its just two people awkwardly trying not to tell the other that maybe they might not just want to be friends in a weird marriage. Until everything bubbles over they’re both like wtf and have sex. The carriage scene from the books even.

Episode 7 is them now trying to reconcile having had sex with still thinking the other doesn’t like them like that. But of them having enjoyed it aren’t sure how to cope and maybe they have sex again. Maybe even with a mirror? And now they’re like we are two friends who are married and have sex this is totally normal.

And then I think we bring the story to a close with some version of Colin, thinking Penelope is going to leave, or the Queen is going to punish her having decided that the social ostracism wasn’t enough, rushes in and as publicly as he said he would never dream to court Penelope Featherington. Tells Penelope Bridgerton he is in love with her in front of everyone.

Aaaaannnddd scene.

Do I think this will happen? No. My theories are always wrong. Literally you all saw my season two predictions post I was embarrassingly wrong. But its the only way that I could come up with to hit all the points with Polin that I think you need to for the story without the benefit of a buffer season 3.

It’s controversial because it borrows from the plot of TVWLM and crucially the part they cut for S2 that I think people miss the most. Its my favorite part of that book and why I loved Kanthony in the books but I know why that would not translate well on the show. Here I think it has a better chance.

But yeah thats it. Its not that crazy. But I hope yall are happy😂

#i fear you all think this is going to be something crazy…its not ✨that✨ crazy #bridgerton #asks #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #polin #rmb

[alicuntisms]

same for ao3, but blocking only means they're not allowed to comment on your fic and you on theirs, otherwise their works show up. i blocked a couple of authors in the kathony tag lol, like one of them had the most bizzare out of character fic that's not even like, a different interpretation, it's that 'what show have you been watching???' meme. like at one point I have to wonder what about these characters did they even like when what they wrote is so different from everything we know about kate and anthony, books or show, that beyond names and basic family structures, there's barely any similarity. I get some people hate edwina, but I genuinely don't understand how they can claim they love kate and think she'd be that horrible to mary and edwina. someone is projecting a bit too much...

i have a very strong suspicion which fic authors you are talking about.....

but seriously. i can understand disliking a character, not vibing with them and all that (i'm looking at you eloise bridgerton), but the absolute HATRED over what? three lines that were written into and said during an ARGUMENT after a CRAZY betrayal? is batshit fucking crazy to me. and i totally agree - i am of the mind that you can't violently hate edwina or mary and claim to be a kate stan. mainly because her love of her sister and her step-mother is so intrinsic to her character that you're ultimately denying a HUGE part of who she is (the same can be said for those people who think anthony would shun edwina or mary or would cut his own family off for the so called 'slights' that they've committed against anthony and like good god is that whole thought process an annoying one!)

i know there's always going to be the person who's like 'well i like the book version of edwina! i don't hate the character! just the show!' and like. that's a flimsy argument as far as i'm concerned especially cause edwina is such a non-factor throughout both mediums. she literally is there to do nothing, be pretty, and to cause weightless drama between kate and anthony. i say it's weightless because we all know that edwina is not going to be the thing that keeps them apart. we know that the show is going to give us kanthony HEA.

seriously the need for people to find a villain in the story (when sorry not sorry but pen/LW is RIGHT THERE) is kind of ridiculous. not every story has a bad guy. sometimes it's just a bunch of people muddling through life making mistakes and trying to fix them...you know kind of like how life works? crazy, i know.

its all just very very very very exhausting.

#fun fact: i have too many opinions #so if you want to ask me some you should! #i swear i'm not mean lol #*insert old man yells at cloud pic*

[newtonsheffield]

benefits-kathony were having full-on phone sex while thinking the other wasn't interested?! i'm going to be greedy and ask if we can get a snippet of how that went down!

Honestly, absolute clowns

Kate out there like "He calls me and we have phone sex like... 4 to five times a week, but I don't think he likes me."

Anthony like "Maybe it's an accident. She accidentally gets herself off over the phone while I talk to her."

Idiots

Kate had been staring down at her phone, staring at the picture Anthony had sent her, his head cushioned on his pillows by his arm a cocky smirk on his face a pair of women's underwear, that matched the ones he'd sent her, ones she was wearing now, obviously wrapped around his hand that had slipped into his own underwear, tight around himself.

Anthony 🐝 ridgerton 🍆👅: Wish they smelled like you but I'll just have to pretend

She'd let out a strangled Fuck when she'd seen it, her hips already grinding against the mattress her thighs clenched together, hands already roaming over her chest, her eyes fluttering closed imagining Anthony's hands on her instead, imagining his lips roaming over her, his tongue, his teeth, a little rough against her skin, nipping and sucking, licking and soothing as his body ground against her, her own hand slipping into her underwear, a desperate groan rising in her throat, almost too close already, driving upwards even more quickly, Anthony's eyes burning into hers through the screen and-

Her phone rang.

Kate's hands stilled immediately. Frozen. They swapped voice memos, sure, her chest tight when she listened to the clips anthony's breathy catching in his chest, echoing through her own chest as she imagined him grinding against his hand but This was... new. Probably a mistake, she shouldn't answer, she should-

"Hey." Her voice sounded painfully breathless, painfully obvious that her hand was between her legs.

"You didn't send me a picture, Tiger. A tongue emoji isn't enough." Anthony's rough voice crackled through the room, slightly tinny on speaker, but it sent a shiver down her spine anyway.

"Sorry, um- I'm busy." Her hand started moving of its own accord, light pressure against her, biting back a moan as her eyes fluttered closed, her skin sliding against the sheets.

"Are you? You don't sound busy. It sounds like you're fucking yourself." His voice was so commanding, so firm, even in the slight breathlessness it.

Kate couldn't fight the whine that built in her chest, her hips snapping down against the mattress, her hand trapped between her body and the soft sheets.

Anthony's deep chuckle sent a thrill right down her spine, heat lapping at the edges of her stomach, at her fingers, her toes, spreading through her body, the sweater she'd stolen from Anthony before this had all started, pressed against her nose.

"Well that answers my question, doesn't it?" He voice was tight now, a grunt and then a deep exhale, "Are you thinking about me? Do you wish it was my hands on you little tiger?"

What was the point of lying? she couldn't anyway, it fell from her lips so quickly, honest and open and vulnerable. "It's always you I think about."

An odd mix between a groan and a growl ripped through Anthony's throat, shooting right through Kate, her hips grinding more desperately, her free hand groping at her chest, trying to get a little relief.

"Well the least you can do is let me hear you."

A strangled gasp fell from her lips, "Are you thinking about me?"

"I've been thinking about you for ages, baby, I've cum twice already today just thinking about you letting me bury my head between your legs."

Fuck it fell from her lips with a groan, her breath coming in short gasps, her hands getting rougher and rougher, imagining Anthony's huge warm hands, calloused and rough groping and gripping at her, letting her ride his thigh in time with his movements.

Anthony let out a moan, mingling with hers in the air, "Do you want Daddy to go down on you Kate?"

She was nodding desperately, even though he couldn't see it, the name sending a jolt right through her, heat building so quickly, desperately in her chest, her entire body on fire. "Yes, god, yes, please Daddy."

Something inside Anthony obviously snapped, a slightly feral growl crackling through the phone, his heavy breathing filling the room, desperate moans and gasps, if she listened carefully she could even hear the rustle of fabric, the furious way his hand was moving over himself, and she couldn't take it any more.

She let herself fall in the spiral, let her hands, Anthony's hands, grasp at her roughly, bruising almost in their desperation imagining Anthony's tongue on her thighs between her legs forcing her higher and higher, his voice in her hear getting her their even faster.

Fuck Kate, Kate baby, fuck FUCK! You're so good, so good for Daddy, god I'd make you scream, scream for me, let me hear you, scream for Daddy.

Kate couldn't help it, it was too overwhelming, her own touch, the sound of their desperation mingling together, the filthy way she was grinding against her sheets for Anthony, his voice encouraging her, the smell of his sweater all around her, grinding against it as though she could feel closer to him.

A soft cry ripped through the air, her entire body tightening, shuddering against her sheets, against anthony's sweater the fabric tugging in her teeth, her sense overwhelmed by it as she heard anthony's own

Oh Fuck Kate! A low groan telling her he'd finished as well, the silence between them broken only by their desperate breathing.

And before anxiety at what she'd done completely overwhelmed her, she rolled onto her back, making sure Anthony's sweater was clearly visible underneath her, so he'd know what she'd done with it, why it was there, a slow sated smile on her face as she snapped the picture

her fingers still shaking as she typed out

There's your picture, babe. I'll send you the knickers.

And she knew the second it had flashed across his screen, because a groan fell from his lips, low and desperate and needy, "Don't you dare fucking wash that sweater."

And for that alone, she couldn't help but pull it over her head, bunching the fabric a little between her thighs, another picture sent

Good luck getting me to take it off

#actual fucking idiots #benefits au #spicy sunday🌶 #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers

[kathonyxbee]

Wicked Game

Happy Day 6 of Kathony Week! 🐝🌷⛈

I know I've been a little absent the past 3 days, but I had to finish and submit my dissertation. Which I did, yesterday, so I wrote today's fic. I do have an idea for a fic for yesterday's prompt, so I'll probably post that, too when I do it, but I don't think I'll have one for each day.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this smut galore! 💕

Make me. That was how it had started, this wicked game of theirs. With two simple words and a yellow cap.

Day 6: "Make me"

Anthony hid Kate's yellow cap, so when she asks him to tell her where it is, his response is "make me" and Kate does like a challenge.

Or, when Anthony gives Kate a challenge, she decides to torture him and smut ensues.

Anthony let out a heavy sigh and took a sip of his scotch, taking comfort in the familiar sensation amber liquid burning his throat, trying to relax. Not that he really needed to. It was only his family coming to dinner, after all. He took another sip, downing his drink. At least not all of them were coming, but it was enough that Hyacinth and Gregory would be there. Dear Lord.

The door to his study burst open, and he sat up, alarmed, but relaxed upon seeing Kate enter, looking a vision in a yellow gown covered in jewels that sparkled as they caught in the light whenever she moved. And Kate always moved, always in motion. And she always sparkled. She’d clearly been getting ready, her hair pulled into a neat twist, a few curls escaping it, and she hadn’t yet put on her jewelry, save for her engagement and wedding rings which always resided on the fourth finger of her left hand.

Kate had been a ball of stress, of constant fretting and worrying for the past two weeks or so, ever since the two of them invited his family over for dinner. They’d put the event off, first because they wanted to wait until the season was over, then because of the accident and Kate’s leg needing to heal, and then she’d gotten pregnant with Edmund, and then they’d moved into Bridgerton House, and Edmund had been born and the past year had been a whirlwind. But they’d finally decided on a date, and even Kate had to admit that doing this dinner at Bridgerton House was a much better idea than at his bachelor lodgings. So, invitations had been issued, and Kate had been spending the past two weeks fully immersed in the preparations. And, Anthony hadn’t quite anticipated what hell that would be. He was surprised no servants had deserted, but then Kate wasn’t a monster, not like that horrid Araminta Gunningworth. Actually, Kate was always lovely and kind with the servants, who were quite devoted to the new Lady Bridgerton. Suffice to say, the past two weeks had been eventful at Bridgerton House. But, finally, the dinner was happening and Anthony could have his wife back.

His wife.

He smiled at her, and opened his mouth to greet her, but Kate beat him to it, coming to stand in front of his desk.

“Anthony, have you seen my yellow cap?” she burst out, huffing slightly, clearly annoyed. “You know, the one that matches this dress?” she added, giving him a pointed look, one eyebrow raised.

Ah, so that was why she was here. Well, this was certainly going to be interesting because Anthony had absolutely no intention to tell her where it was.

“Well?”

He smiled, “hello, dear.”

“Yes, hi. My cap?”

“I have absolutely no idea where it is,” he lied. “Have you tried asking the servants?”

Kate huffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, “well, of course I asked the servants!” she snapped. “I asked them, first,” she glared, rather pointedly at him, and he leaned back slightly, trying to appear relaxed, but concerned, not to give away the fact that he had the bloody hat. Or, why exactly he’d taken it. “But, then,” she drawled, rounding the desk to sit on it, closer to him, “I thought there is one person in this household I haven’t asked. And, he most certainly knows where my cap might be.” She smiled triumphantly, and he swallowed thickly. Even with the slight distance between them, he was suddenly assaulted by her scent, soap and lilies, leaving him dizzy, intoxicating with the scent of his wife.

“Humboldt?” he offered with a shrug, referring to their butler.

Kate rolled her eyes, “very funny,” she muttered acerbically. “You,” she said simply.

“Me?”

She nodded, “yes. You. You see, dear husband,” she said sweetly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, “it just occurred to me that you have a rather peculiar dislike for my caps,” she informed him.

“I do?” It sounded like a question.

“Indeed,” she nodded.

“Well, I do find them unnecessary,” he told her, shrugging. “Especially when a woman has such beautiful hair as you,” he told her, reaching to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. Kate rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with his answer.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Where is my cap?”

“I have no idea, darling,” he told her, emphasizing the term of endearment a little too much, and she tutted in response.

“Anthony?”

“Yes?”

“We both know you know where it is,” she said, glaring at him pointedly.

“We do?”

“We do,” she nodded emphatically. His shoulders slumped, slightly, causing Kate to grin. “Tell me where it is?”

“No.”

“No?” She arched an eyebrow.

“No,” he nodded.

“Anthony?” she prompted, trailing her fingers along his arm slightly, causing him to stiffen.

“Yes?” he dragged the word out, trying not to succumb to the fact that Kate had quite the effect on him.

“Tell me where my cap is,” she said slowly, enunciating each word, leaning closer to him, so close he was enveloped in her scent, making him dizzy.

“Make me,” he muttered. And, as soon as the word fell from his lips, he regretted it because Kate eyes flashed with something. His wife, after all, did like a challenge. And, Anthony knew, without a doubt, that he was in deep trouble.

“Very well,” Kate pursed her lips slightly, and stood up to lock the door of his study. Anthony swallowed convulsively as she returned to his desk.

Slowly, Kate swung her legs over, so she was sitting more comfortably on his desk, as opposed to just leaning on it, but put some distance between them, designed only to torture him.

“Kate,” he gulped, “what are you doing?”

She grinned, rather wickedly, that gleam in her eyes making him feel rather heated, and then leaned forward, closer to him, but not close enough to touch. “Well, dear husband,” she drawled, “we are going to play a game,” she informed him.

“We are?” he uttered, unable to formulate anything more coherent.

“Oh yes,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, and all Anthony wanted was to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless, but that was probably not the point of this game of hers. “The rules are very simple. I will try to guess where you’ve put my cap, and every time I’ve guess it right, you can touch me,” she informed him simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Touch you?” he muttered.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed out, and then tugged on the neckline of her dress slightly, revealing a little more of her breasts. Her perfect, perky breasts. Anthony reached for her, intending to help her, but she stopped him, her fingers gripping his wrist. “No touching,” she muttered, leaning closer to him. “Not now,” she smirked.

Oh. Good God.

“Kate, I-” Anthony swallowed thickly, cutting himself off, as Kate’s hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing them slightly, tugging the material of her dress away from them, revealing more of her perfect chest, but not too much, just enough to torture him.

She bit her lip, “so, is it here? At Bridgerton House?” she asked, still working to free her breasts, and Anthony wanted to reach for her, to help her. Up close, he noticed that her dress wasn’t simply a light yellow, but mixed with a light peach and pink fabric that made Kate’s dark skin glow. It was an odd sort of thing to notice, the specific colors of her dress, but there it was.

“I could help you, you know,” he informed her, licking his lips. She hummed, still smirking.

“Oh, yes. That would be lovely. But, first you must tell me if I’m right,” she told him. “That is how it works, dearest husband. You tell me if I’m right, you can help me,” she explained, her lips twitching. Oh. Good Lord, she was good, his wife. She was bloody good. Deviously so. She would win, either way. And, he had already lost. And, he found, that he didn’t particularly mind.

“Yes,” he grunted. “Yes, it’s here. In this house.”

She grinned, her eyes gleaming with glee. “Well, go on, then. Help me, Anthony,” she muttered breathlessly, motioning for him.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and immediately moved closer to her, reaching for her, his hands going to the three small buttons at the back of her dress, slowly undoing them. He didn’t need to see them to know where they were, and he much preferred to be staring at Kate’s bosom as he undid the buttons.

“Good,” she muttered as his hands rested on her shoulders, fingers grasping onto the sleeves of her dress, intending to tug it off, but she stopped him, seizing his wrists. “My turn,” she muttered as he removed his hands from her shoulders, pushing him back into his chair.

And then, she reached for the hem of her dress, her hand going underneath it, and Anthony knew where this was going to lead, what she was about to do, and she was going to use it to torture him. He reached for her again, but she stopped him with her free hand.

She tutted, “that isn’t how the game works, Anthony. I haven’t made my guess, yet.” She smirked, “no touching, or I shall have to tie you to this chair,” she added. He only managed to grunt his assent as Kate let out a small moan.

He didn’t need to see beneath her skirts to know what she was doing. After all, not only did he have a rather vivid imagination, especially when it came to his wife’s body, but he also knew her body, better than his own, even. He knew every inch of skin, ever crevice, her tickle spots as well as her pleasure spots, he knew all of her. And he knew her hand had trailed along her legs until she’d reached her maidenhead, and he imagined her rubbing her fingers against it as she panted slightly. He felt himself getting hard, wanting to get up and sweep her into his arms, lay her on his study desk and have his way with her.

“Is it…” he breath hitched slightly in her throat, “is it in our bedroom?”

He shook his head, and stood up to move closer to her, this time reaching for her corset, his fingers deftly undoing its laces as Kate let out another moan, her movements beneath her skirt becoming quicker. “But, you already knew that, didn’t you?” he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin, and he felt her shiver slightly.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured, panting slightly. “Is it,” she paused and her free hand ghosted over her breasts once more, rubbing them slightly as he sat back down, “is it in the drawing room?”

He shook his head once more, but didn’t move.

Kate was looking increasingly flushed, her movements more rapid, “is it in the informal drawing room?”

Again, he shook his head.

“The dining room?” she asked, her breath hitching in her throat as she continued to pleasure herself.

“No,” he told her, his own voice husky as he stood up and rounded the table, and slowly began undoing her coiffure.

“Anthony!” she exclaimed, but he ignored her, removing the pins in her hair, letting her curls fall down, slowly, one by one.

“I did help you. Twice,” he whispered into her ear, and because he couldn’t help himself, he nipped slightly on it, teeth grazing it lightly. “And, it’s not in the dining room, either. Or, in Edmund’s room.” He smirked, “two can play at this game, wife. I’ve helped you four times, now.”

Kate gasped, and reached for him, her hand cupping the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as Anthony removed the last of her pins, her dark curls now falling freely down her shoulders. She stiffened, arching her back slightly, and he could see that she was reaching her pinnacle as her fingers continued to rub against her clit.

“The spare bedrooms?” she asked.

“Wrong again,” he muttered as his hands roamed her breasts, over the material of her dress, rubbing over where her areoles were, causing Kate to let out another moan. She arched her back again, tensing slightly, as he nipped on her ear once more while his hands continued groping her breasts. “I could tell you, you know?” he whispered into her ear.

“You forfeit so easily?” she quipped as she leaned against him slightly, her hands gripping his hair harder.

“You drive a hard bargain, wife,” he remarked. “Besides, I think I should much prefer helping you than playing this game,” he added, smirking slightly.

“I see,” she murmured.

“You do see, don’t you?”

“Well,” she trailed her fingers along his jaw, “where is it?”

“If I tell you,” he muttered, “I want a condition of my own.”

“And, what would that be?” she whispered as his hands trailed down to rest on her waist, and he could practically see the smug smirk she wore.

“I get to have my way with you,” he said simply, his voice a low, husky whisper. “On this desk,” he added, his voice hoarse.

“Well, I do like the sound of that,” she murmured, smirking slightly.

He merely hummed and pushed her dress down until it pooled on the floor before undoing the rest of the laces of his wife’s corset. And then, he picked her up and gently set her onto his desk, sweeping his things off in the process, but he could care less as he took in the sight of Kate lying on his desk, her curls a halo around her head, her skin flushed, her eyes dark with lust as he removed his tailcoat and cravat.

“So, where is it?” she whispered as she sat up slightly, helping him remove his waistcoat and shirt, her hands roaming all over his torso.

“Where is what, dear wife?” he asked, furrowing his brow slightly.

“The cap!” she huffed.

“Ah,” he sighed. “I’m not going to simply tell you. Where is the fun in that?” he quipped, and Kate glared at him as he positioned himself over her, ready to pounce. “You’re going to have to make me,” he told her, smirking deviously.

“What?” she gasped as her hands wound around his neck, fingers gripping onto his hair, tugging on it.

“Make me,” he muttered against her lips, the scent of soap and lilies enveloping him once more.

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Make me. That was how it had started, this wicked game of theirs. With two simple words and a yellow cap.

Kate had never considered herself a wicked woman, had never considered that what happened between a married couple was for any purpose other than making children. But, Anthony Bridgerton had changed all that. He’d taught her that it was as much about her pleasure as his, he’d taught her how to pleasure herself, he’d taught her how to be adventurous and, yes, wicked. After all, her husband used to be the biggest Rake of them all. Of course, he was now anything but dangerous and rakish, but the two of them did enjoy the occasional bedroom adventure. He’d made her wicked, only for him, of course, and she found that she did not mind. She rather liked it, actually. After all, she was the one who had come up with their little wicked game, pleasuring herself in front of him until he’d given in.

“Make me,” he repeated, breathlessly, against her lips. Kate smirked. Anthony’s brow furrowed.

Slowly, she tilted her head and pressed her lips against the crease that had formed between his eyebrows, a barely-there kiss, her lips merely ghosting over the spot before she cupped his cheeks, and captured his lips with her own as her legs wrapped around his waist, and she felt him move between her legs, rocking slightly.

Her lips moved slowly against his, but Anthony soon deepened the kiss as his hands roamed her body, fingers trailing along her sides before cupping her breasts, rubbing over her nipples. Kate didn’t shy from responding to his movements, her own hands roaming all over his body, fingers trailing along his back as her lips became more urging, more demanding against his.

Anthony briefly broke the kiss, and pulled back slightly, his nose rubbing against hers. “Kate…” he gasped, “I don’t think- I can’t wait, Kate, I-”

“Me neither,” she murmured against his lips. “I want you, Anthony. I want you now.”

That was all he needed to thrust into her, and he shifted them both around slightly, accommodating himself, and allowing her to be comfortable. She always was, her husband fitting perfectly inside her. The two of them fit, just right, as if they’d been made for each other, perfectly in sync. Slowly, he began thrusting into her, and she ground her hips against his, matching his movements.

“You feel so good,” he muttered. “So damn good, Kate…”

“Mm… Anthony,” she moaned as her fingers dug into his skin slightly. She needed him, needed him like she needed air. “Faster, Anthony,” she urged him, breathlessly, and he picked up pace, his thrusts becoming more rhythmic as their lips crashed once more, molding perfectly with each other, tongues tangled together. “Oh, Anthony…” she sighed against his lips as he broke the kiss.

“Kate…” he gasped before his lips brushed against her jaw, pressing a kiss there. And then, another one. And another one.

“Oh, Anthony…” she moaned, breathless and panting as he trailed kisses along her jaw before moving to her neck, his lips brushing against it, pressing kisses down the slope of her neck until he reached her collarbone and he settled on a spot, biting on it. He nipped, he sucked, she moaned, she whimpered.

His hands didn’t stop moving either, continuing their ministrations on her breasts, rubbing her nipples, squeezing her breasts slightly, earning another moan from her, her grip on his hair tightening, her hips continuing to grind against his, matching his thrusts. They were completely in sync, their bodies completely familiar to the other. It was like they knew what the other was thinking, what the other needed. I burn for you. I desire you. I want you. It’s never been so good… Only you.

He kissed, he licked, she sighed, she groaned.

Her hands were in his hair, tugging on it, fingers threading through it before drifting down, hands roaming over his back, nails digging into his skin. His hands were cupping her breasts, rubbing her nipples, making her moan and whimper, and God, his ministrations on her breasts made her weak, dizzy with pleasure.

It’s fast and urgent and filled with need, and slow and loving all at once, each touch filled with a thousand affirmations, a thousand unsaid I love you’s, a thousand whispers of need.

One of his hands removed from her breasts, and he reached for hers, his fingers tangling with hers as he pressed it against the desk, as his thrusts became faster and faster, more urgent, and she knew he was close and so was she, and she didn’t mind.

Their lips connected briefly, another passionate and demanding kiss, all teeth and tongue, and she was sure her lips were going to be swollen afterwards, but she didn’t care. In this moment, with her husband, copulating on his study desk, she didn’t care.

He broke the kiss once more, “I’m so close… Kate… are you?”

She moaned, “so close, Anthony… I-”

He cut her off with another searing kiss, and his palm pressed harder against hers, his fingers tightening through hers, and she felt herself tightening, too. Anthony pulled away from her again, breaking the kiss, though his lips remained mere inches from hers. She bumped her nose against his and arched her back as he thrust again, harder this time, and she felt herself reach pinnacle, moaning his name as she held onto him. Then, he went utterly still and let out a loud groan before collapsing onto her, and she felt herself relax, too, slumping beneath him.

He rolled off her slightly, but still wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer.

“You are so perfect,” he muttered, breathlessly, and she blushed. He pressed his lips to her temple. “You.” Kiss. “Are.” Another kiss. “So.” Another kiss. “Bloody.” Kiss. “Perfect.”

She reached for him, cupping his cheek, tugging him towards her so she could look at him, and their gazes met once more.

“So are you. We fit perfectly, dear husband,” she murmured, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I know I have been a little crazy the past few weeks with the family dinner and all,” she admitted, biting her lip slightly.

“I know,” he nodded. “But, you have nothing to worry about, Lady Bridgerton,” he told her, pressing his lips to her forehead, and she relaxed in his arms. “You are the perfect viscountess, Kate. The right viscountess. For me. And, my family knows that. You have nothing to worry about,” he added.

She smiled, “thank you. I love you, Anthony.”

“I love you, too,” he told her, his voice firm, certain. His brow creased again, slightly, and she brushed her finger against it, smoothing it.

“Is everything okay?” she asked softly because he only got that crease when something wasn’t okay, when he was worried, or concerned, or angry, or anything but content.

“Yes,” he nodded, his lips curving into a smile. “But, we should probably go and finish getting ready. We do not want to be late, do we, Lady Bridgerton?”

She grinned, “of course,” she muttered before she lifted her head slightly and brushed her lips against his forehead, right where that crease formed. “Now, quit worrying, Lord Bridgerton,” she added as he stood up and pulled up his breeches, buttoning them before grabbing his discarded shirt and waistcoat.

They helped each other get ready, Anthony lacing her corset as she tied his cravat before he helped button her dress as well.

“I should go upstairs and attempt to salvage my hair,” she sighed once they were both ready.

“You do have time,” he told her, checking his watch.

“Anthony?” she prompted, because she hadn’t forgotten why exactly she’d come to his study.

“Yes?”

“Give me my cap, please,” she gave him a pointed look.

Anthony sighed and opened one of the drawers of her desk, revealing the yellow cap.

“Don’t wear it,” he said softly as he handed it to her. “And, don’t put your hair up.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion, “why?”

He came to stand closer to her and gently played with her hair, running his fingers through her curls. “Because your hair is beautiful, and I don’t want you to hide it. Especially here,” he said, his voice husky.

Kate’s lips curved into a delighted smile. “Very well,” she murmured with a sigh.

She did, indeed, pull it into a half-up twist, choosing to use one of her flower pins to adorn it, and when she caught her husband’s gaze, he gave her an appreciative smile. And, she couldn’t help but wink at him.

#katexanthonyweek #katexanthonyweek2021 #kate sheffield x anthony bridgerton #kate sharma x anthony bridgerton #kathony #smut #fanfiction #Bridgerton

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Kate is the chaotic mom friend of the spouses friend group who know her friends are aholes, but she loves them anyway.

Case in point when she finally admited to dating Anthony all of them except for Simon changed Anthony's name in the group chat to Daddy Vicount and Kate's to Mama Viscountess. They refuse to change it back.

Anthony kinda shrugs it off when Kate apologizes, he's got his gremlins already, might as well add Kate's six gremlins with daddy issues.

At least he isn't alone apparently Simon's been nicknamed the Duke of Uncledom for a while now, and they're waiting for the right moment to change Daphne's to Auntie Duchess.

#spouses friend group #slight kathony #bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgeton

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Okay now that I've looked at a few more demon summoning rituals that have been used in media I think I know how I want the accidental demon summoning to go.

Kate and Sophie are at Kate's home when Penelope comes to visit looking for her dear friend Edwina. Edwina had recently stepped out with Mary to do some shopping but Kate invites Penelope for tea while they wait for them to get back.

Somehow they got onto the topic of them complaining about the language of fans. All of them are left handed so when the instructors keep telling them to put the fans in their dominate hands and non dominate hands they keep doing it backwards.

"What do you have there Pen?" Kate asked.

Penelope was holding an old looking book. "Oh it's a book my great aunt gave to me. There's a dance in here that apparently helps bring good luck to the dancers." She opened up the book to the dance she was talking about. It had a picture of three women mid dance all of them holding fans. "I know Edwina was hoping for better luck in the marriage mart this year," Penelope paused, her face blushing," and I was kind of hoping for the same thing. So I thought we could try it."

Kate and Sophie smile at Penelope. The poor shy girl was trying so hard to get out from her mother's house this year. Even though they were doubtful of marriage they knew Penelope wanted that, as did Edwina.

The older two offer to practice with Penelope so she can get extra luck when she does the dance with Edwina. Looking over the pictures and instructions it appears that the dance required two to four dancers. Each standing in different directions, and follow the dance movements with a fan in their dominate hand.

Finding a lovely spot outside Kate stood in the direction of north, Sophie west, and Penelope east. Fans in their dominate left hands they began the dance.

Kate's dance had her move in a lot of circles, two big ones with medium one and a smaller one between those two bigger ones. Sophie's had her moving in a wave fashion, swoop down, move back across in another wave fashion, and then swoop back up. Penelope's dance had her move in one long arch and then swoop back and forth back up along the arch.

What Penelope's great aunt, and the book did not say was they assumed the dominant hand was the right one. And doing the dance in reverse does not bring good luck.

Though Penelope probably got a pretty good hint when she felt hand covering her eyes and a whisper in her ear before blacking out.

"Hello my darling."

#bridgerton #accidental demon summoning #kate sharma #sophie beckett #penelope featherington #slight hint of the couples #slight kathony #slight benophie #slight polin #the shapes I had the girls do were a bee #a mask #and a quill

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Portia at seeing ABC with her pseudo children/niece: Death flags, death flags everywhere! I need to call in the reinforcements.

Cue the next ball where Simon, Michael, and Phillip help keep away their friends from the Bridgertons, much to the Bridgertons annoyance.

But also imagine just how unimpressed the spouses are with the Bridgertons in this. Kate has no interest in being a viscountess but thinks Anthony might make a decent match for Edwina as he was not on Simon's list of bachelors who would not suit Edwina. Besides, if push comes to shove, she and Simon have already agreed to just marry each other for convenience with Edwina's children being their heirs. Simon gets his wish of no children and Kate can continue to run her chai business. After all, someone needs to educate the British on how their tea is wrong.

Sophie swore to never rely on any man for financial independence and is content to work with Philip on making illustrations for his books on plants and helping balance the books for Kate's business. Plus she also helps model dresses for her friend Genevieve Delacroix and even does some lacework for her. She has a wonderful life as it is and while Benedict Bridgerton has a pretty face, she's heard much about it him and is less than impressed. This man is the very embodiment of wealthy male privilege and she has no intentions of being another notch in his bedpost.

Had Penelope not grown up with Simon, Michael, and Philip along she might have found Colin Bridgerton to be charming. Had Penelope not been raised in the company of a firm but loving mother, three wonderful protective and supportive sisters, she may have swooned when Colin Bridgerton came to sign her dance card. Had she not been friends with some of the strongest women she knows, she may have fallen in love with Colin Bridgerton the moment they met. Instead, Penelope danced her dances with him and walked away feeling just about as impressed with him as she had with every other man she'd danced with (aside from Philip that is). Oh he's more handsome than most to be sure and she can see how he may have charmed many a young debutante with his smile and laugh but the whole time they were dancing, he talked extensively about his travels as if she was someone sheltered flower who had never been outside of London. It's shame that he seems to be like most other wealthy men she's met: charming and handsome with no substance. She was honestly relieved when her mother pulled her away after the second dance. Penelope adores her mother looks up to her which means she's good at reading her her and she knows her mother has always been wary of the Bridgertons. Therefor, she has no intentions of furthering her acquaintance with Mr. Colin Bridgerton.

As Portia watches with relief as her precious girls dance with the young men she'd taken under her wing as children, she throws a smirk at a very disgruntled Violet Bridgerton.

Anon: But also imagine just how unimpressed the spouses are with the Bridgertons in this

Me:

That's gotta be my favorite part about this. The spouses are just watching these weirdo Bridgertons flirt with them and they're all just so unimpressed. Kate, Sophie, and Penelope are busy women running their tea, illustrations, and writing businesses. They've got work to do, and don't have time to waste on bloody rakes. Especially second and third son rakes who do nothing but throw away money. Kate should count herself lucky that her weirdo rake at least has a job to make money.

Simon, Phillip, and Michael aren't safe either because Bridgertons D, E, and F have taken an interest in them, much to Violet's delight, and Portia's horror. Is she in some kind of fanficion? She swears this is like one of those AU fanfics her roommate used to write in college claiming that the villains made better love interests than the actual love interests.

The boys aren't too impressed by the Bridgertons either. They have their own stuff going on like running (or soon to be running) their own estates, or gathering data from their experiments. Honestly the only reason they are here is because they want to make sure the girls are okay at these things. 

They all have understandings too (Simon and Kate, Michael and Sophie, Phillip and Penelope) that should they need a spouse for convince they would marry each. other. At least with one another they know what they are getting into. 

Portia nods her head in approval when all six of them tell her that they have no plans of courtship with the Bridgertons. She then proceeds to throw a victorious smirk towards a disgruntled Violet.

Felicity and Lucy are watching from behind the scenes, recording everything in letters so Gareth doesn't miss out on the drama happening. Honestly Lady Danbury should just get him tutors and have him learn at home like Phillip did. He's missing out on so much drama! They have no idea what awaits them in a few years when two other Bridgertons will finally come of age.

Mary only shakes her head, she knows it is not gonna be that easy. From what she has observed so far the kids and their respective Bridgertons have about as much tension as Portia and Violet do. She might be seeing things too but it looks like the Bridgertons like the chase.

Mary wonders how long it will be before scandal breaks out.

#villianess isekai au #bridgerton #bridgerton spouses #portia featherington #slight mention of couples #kathony #benophie #polin #saphne #philoise #franchael #portia x violet #violet x portia

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More on the Jedi spouses!

Penelope and Phillip both have biological family members within the order. For Penelope, it's her younger sister Felicity, and for Phillip, it's his twin nibblings, Oliver and Amanda. Felicity is currently in Padawan training as well, while the twins are still younglings.

Simon, Kate, and Michael are the better duleists between their friends, while Sophie, Phillip, and Penelope are more in tune with the force. Gareth and Lucy are still figuring out their paths, though at the moment, it looks like Gareth would focus on dueling while Lucy improves her link to the force.

One day, all eight of them are called to the Council Room.

"Senator Bridgerton has called in a favor on behalf of Viscount Bridgerton," Grandmaster Danbury explained.

The Bridgertons, they were the ruling family of the planet Mayton. They were known to be a big family, eight children within the last generation, all said to be named alphabetically. Four sons and four daughters. The ruler was the oldest, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton.

"I do not mean to speak out of turn Master Danbury, but a favor that requires all eight of us?" Simon asked as he gestured to his friends.

Grandmaster Danbury sighed as if he echoed her own thoughts. "Viscount Bridgerton is a mother hen. He would not leave us alone if it was any less. Mayton is coming to celebrate its biggest holiday soon, and all eight siblings of the royal family will be required to attend."

The friends all glanced at one another. What did this have to do with them? Mayton is known as a . . .romantic planet more or less. They are known for their matchmaking and how almost everything on that planet is an aphrodisiac to one person or another. Not a planet a Jedi would normally find themselves on.

"But," Grandmaster Danbury said, gaining the others full attention once more. "There has been rumors recently of a potential coup against the ruling family. We need you all to investigate and protect the siblings."

The eight jedi bowed. "Yes Master."

"And one more thing," Grandmaster Danbury said. "Due to our ways you could imagine we are not the most. . .welcomed on Mayton. Viscount Bridgerton has requested you all disguise yourselves. There is a change of clothes in your quarters, and information needed will be on your data pads."

The eight jedi bowed once more. They made a stop at their personal quarters before meeting together in Simon and Gareth's quarters. Their they read over the mission details.

"So who does everyone have?" Michael asked. "I got Bridgerton number 6, Francesca."

"Daphne Bridgerton," Simon read off. "The oldest daughter."

Sophie looked up. "I thought they would have given you the Viscount."

Kate waved her data pad. "Nope that's me. Who do you have Sophie?"

"Benedict Bridgerton," Sophie read off. "Second born and currently the heir until the Viscount has a child."

"Huh," Penelope said, "I have the third brother, Colin Bridgerton. Are we all getting the opposite gender? Would it not be easier for us to guard those of the same gender?"

"Looks like it," Phillip confirmed. "I have the fifth born, Eloise Bridgerton."

""Youngest son, Gregory Bridgerton," Lucy read.

"Youngest sibling, Hyacinth Bridgerton," Gareth read.

Everyone looked confused until they scrolled further down their notes.

"We have to go undercover as their dates!"

#bridgerton #jedi spouses #jedi au #star wars au #slight mention of couples #kathony #benophie #polin #saphne #philoise #franchel #grucy #hyareth

[sea-owl]

So I started a new anime, and the concept of it plus some of the elements from a book I'm reading called Mexican Gothic is turning a new Bridgerton AU idea in my head.

Let's go!

There are a few rules that those among the old aristocratic families of the ton must know:

Shadow Hall is only to be visited by two types of guests; those who were invited and those foolish enough to make a deal.

If you are of the later category know that the deals made at Shadow Hall always comes at a price, often paid twice.

There is no trying to back out of a deal, Shadow Hall always collect on what is owed to them. No matter how much time has passed.

If you see one marked by the shadows never touch them. The siblings of Shadow Hall are very possessive of what they consider their's.

Those who follow these simple rules shall live peacefully, but those who don't . . .

Well it is best to look the other way should someone go missing in the shadows.

Kate watched the party below her. It was the night of the Winter Solstice, the night of shadows, and the night that held the annual Midnight Ball which honored Shadow Hall and their magic that has protected each family for generations. Each year a different family would host the ball and if they were lucky, or unlucky some would whisper, a member from Shadow Hall would come in attendance.

This year it had been the Sheffields turn, who pushed all preparations onto Kate.

"What better way than to get rid of the unwanted step granddaughter than by having her plan the most important ball of the year. The same ball that others have disappeared over because they somehow insulted the shadows," Kate muttered to herself as she watched the dance floor from above. Her eyes kept track of Edwina, who laughed merrily with her dance partner.

"You planned this ball dear one?" An older voice asked from behind Kate. It was warm, maternal. "I thought it was the Sheffield family who was put in charge this year."

Kate nodded, still watching the dancers. "My stepmother was born a Sheffield, so in a way they did."

Kate could hear the heels clicking as the woman walked closer.

"And what is your name dear one? I would like to congratulate our hostess properly."

"Kate Sharma."

The woman was now standing just behind Kate, all she had to do was turn her head to see her.

Edwina had taken a break from dancing. She looked towards the balcony that Kate watched from. Her eyes grew, her posture stiffening.

"Well Ms. Sharma you have done a splendid job. This ball is one of the biggest successes I have seen in years."

More and more guests began freezing in place as they stare up at the balcony.

Kate turned to look at the woman, "Thank you-"

Kate dropped into a bow.

Standing next to Kate was the Viscountess of Shadow Hall.

Her entire body was nothing more than a black silhouette, she had no facial features to read from. The only color on her was the light blue dress she wore and the matching headband holding in place only what Kate could assume is her hair.

The Viscountess clapped her hands, addressing the crowd. "I wish I could say I was here for this lovely ball but I'm afraid I'm here to collect a few owed debts."

Hushed murmurs ring through the crowd. Despite what some have you believe all the families owe some sort of debt to Shadow Hall from either a living relative or an ancestor long departed.

"If the Sheffield, Basset, Crane, and Stirling families please meet me in the garden we will discuss your payments."

Kate's eyes darted towards Edwina. Those in Shadow Hall did not care for money, or any other materialistic thing members of the ton had an abundance of. No their preferred method of payment is companions as the like to call them, the members of the ton called them living dolls.

It is impossible for the family to show any type of emotion so they do it through their companions. No one is quite sure how it is done, but they all know it has to do with the marks left on the living dolls.

If the Sheffields owe Shadow Hall a doll does that mean they're going to take Edwina? She was only eighteen, but then again if the rumors are true that didn't stop them from taking a girl at fifteen.

The Viscountess clapped her hands again, this time six invitations appearing into her hands. "Thank you all for coming," she said like she was the one hosting the ball. "I'm sorry to interrupt your fun but we do need to get these payments settled."

Kate felt like she was going to be sick. They were going to take Edwina to pay for the Sheffield family's debt. Shadow Hall always took younger generations for their dolls, that way they would last longer.

The Viscountess started with the Basset family, which was a no brainer who the invention was going to be given to. Simon was the only living member of the family. Next were the Cranes, and not a single one said anything as the Viscountess handed the younger son Phillip the invitation. Michael Stirling numbly accepted the invitation, John was too sickly to do so.

The Viscountess turned towards Edwina, who Kate had stepped in front of.

"Didi," Edwina whispered, clutching her sister's arm.

The Viscountess held out the invitation. "Ms. Kathani Sharma, I can't wait to see your work at Shadow Hall."

Kate paused at her full name, and at the invitation. "It's for me?"

The Viscountess nodded. "Of course. After such a beautiful ball how could we not invite you."

Kate's leg felt weak, the only thing keeping her up would be Edwina.

"In two days a car shall come to get you all and bring you to Shadow Hall," the Viscountess instructed. "Please be ready by then."

Two days, two days and Kate would become a living doll.

The car ride to Shadow Hall was silent. Then again what can you say to four strangers who share your fate of becoming a shadow's play thing?

Shadow Hall was huge. Grecian columns done in the ionic style and decorated with dark ivy, framed the entrance. The same dark ivy also circled around the roof of the mansion and fell down like a curtian. The front yard being filled with eight different flowerbeds and all containing different flowers in each one.

The driver led them all to a drawing room. Kate was surprised what she saw in there.

Two young women, one around Kate's age, the other around Edwina's, stood at the entrance. Neither was covered in shadow, but both were shadow marked. Both women also wore the same light shade of blue the Viscountess wore. So they must be current dolls.

The older of the two is a blonde woman with green eyes. Her mark was located on the back of her hand. It looked like brush strokes from a paint brush. The mark itself was shaped like a masquerade mask.

The younger one was a plump with auburn red curls. The lines on her chest were smooth like written ink and formed an old fashioned feathered quill.

Kate recognized the second girl. Penelope Featherington the youngest doll ever to be taken to Shadow Hall. Rumors say that when her father made the deal with Shadow Hall payment was immediately taken in the form of fifteen year old Penelope.

"Thank you John," both women said to the driver.

The driver bowed his head and closed the door as he made his exit. Kate swore she heard a lock clicking.

"Welcome to Shadow Hall," Penelope greeted the group, a soft smile on her face. "I am Penelope."

"And I'm Sophie," the blonde woman said. Her eyes were more focused on her task. She was pouring some sort of tea into four glasses.

"We will be your fellow companions here at Shadow Hall, and while you are all settling in we also be helping you learn the ropes," Penelope said. She gestures to the four cups. "I'm sure you all had a long car ride. If you would please drink the tea so we know who you will be the companion to then we can get you to your rooms."

Not like we have a choice, Kate thought as she picked up her glass.

The taste remained Kate of honey, and it went down as smooth as honey too.

"What does this tea do-" Phillip cuts himself off with a gasp, hunching over.

Sophie flinched, but Penelope watched on as all four of the new companions grab at whatever body part is burning. Both of them trace their shadow marks.

Kate felt like clawing the skin off her chest, anything to get the burning to stop.

"I'm sorry about this," Penelope apologized. "It will be over soon. Your shadow marks are forming which will connect you to your Bridgerton."

Kate wanted spit at the girl, how dare she say that with such a straight face!

But just as Penelope said, as quick as the burning started it stopped just as quickly.

Once Kate caught her breathe she quickly unbottoned the top of her shirt. On her chest was a bee, a bumblebee to be more precise. Kate would almost say it looked like one of those old crests back from the Regency era.

Simon had a rose on the back of his neck, Michael had berries decorating his forearm, and Phillip's was the biggest with a ribbon tied to a flower going up his spine.

Sophie clapped. "Perfect, now we know which rooms to give all of you."

Penelope nodded. "We will allow you to rest today, and don't be scared if an unexpected emotion hits. You will begin to feel more and more of your Bridgerton's emotions as time goes on."

"Wait you keep saying Bridgerton," Simon interrupted. "Yet we don't know who those people are."

Penelope and Sophie blinked, their brows scrunched up in confusion.

"The Bridgertons are the ones who own the house," Penelope explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kate glanced at the boys. If these so called Bridgertons owned the house than that meant they were the shadows.

Shadows have names?

#shadow au #bridgerton #bridgerton spouses #slight hint of the couples #kathony #benophie #polin #saphne #franchael #philoise #kate sharma #kate sheffield #sophie beckett #penelope featherington

[sea-owl]

I know the older Penelope au started out as a prompt but sometimes I wonder what if I kept the basics but made her even older as in Anthony's age and he was her bestie and not Benedict.

Those two would probably have some sort of pact that if they are not married by a certain age (probably when Anthony's 30 and Penelope's 29) they'll marry each other. Instead of everyone just assuming Penelope is waiting on Anthony to finish sowing his wild oats.

In the year 1814 Colin is trying his damnest to make sure Anthony and Penelope do not marry. It's partly the reason he approached Kate thinking she would suit Anthony.

Penelope meanwhile is laughing her ass off watching Kate bully Anthony all season. She about lost it when he told her the story of how Newton sent him into the Thames and then Kate biting him in his office.

Penelope stopped laughing though when the words fully registered in her head about the last thing. "Anthony Bridgerton! Captial R Rake indeed you are!"

"Did you not hear the part where she bit me?!"

"I have bit you for less. Though I do wonder if you are courting the wrong sister. The older Ms. Sharma seems to a much more fitting option for you. Dare I say it, but I could see a possible love match between you two."

Anthony snorted. "Me and the she devil? Pen, you know as well as I do that I will not be marrying for love. It's why we have a contract."

"Which reminds me, hurry up and get married."

Anthony rolled his eyes. "You know you could always get married."

Penelope smiled smugly. "I'm a spinster, too old for marriage."

"Colin's always available."

Penelope shifted her gaze away from Anthony. "The day you marry Kate Sharma is the day I'll marry Colin. Deal?" Penelope stuck out her hand."

"That will never happen Pen, but deal." Anthony grabbed her hand and shook.

Anthony has to stop himself from throwing a tomato at Penelope's smug smile after the announcement of his engagement to Ms. Kate Sharma. It's her 'I won' smile.

"Quite a show you put on in the garden Viscount Bridgerton," Penelope whispered when it was her time to congratulate the happy couple.

Damn propriety, Anthony was about to throw the whole dinner table at his so-called best friend. Then he's gonna drag her down the ailse so that damn sexual tension between her and Colin will finally stop.

#older older penelope au #what if older penelope #besties anthony and penelope #kathony #slight polin

[sea-owl]

OK but why am I suddenly a Portia apologist if she was Gothic!Portia. Oh she did something morally grey that leans more dark? She must have had her reasons. Maybe because it feels like her daughters are more in the know maybe even willingly participating. Makes it feel like The Featheringtons are as bonded as Bridgertons just darker.

That might be my fault. I actually love and am really enjoying Portia Featherington and the shows' direction of making her Violet's foil, especially when it comes to motherhood. So, some of my head canons leak into my writing.

Now don't get me wrong I love busybody Book!Portia too. I find her funny, and she's partly the reason Kathony finally got married. Yeah, her and Penelope still have their differences, but honestly what mother and daughter don't. It's also not if Portia doesn't love her daughters, she says she does herself. She's just got a little bit of tunnel vision sometimes when her mind is set on something.

Gothic!Portia still has the slight obliviousness to her that regular Portia has but this time it is directed at the ton instead of her daughters. She wants the rest of the ton to like her family of course and for her daughters to marry well. But she gets confused when Violet and Mary pull her aside and tell her that no Felicity does not need a shotgun for husband hunting, and Penelope absolutely should not wander around at night, especially during the witching hour.

Portia will just sigh. Honestly the ton was so weird sometimes. Once in a while Portia will wonder if they should try a season in Spain where her mother and mother's family lives. They would agree about how weird the ton is too.

#gothic featheringtons #portia featherington

[newtonsheffield]

Any chance of getting some spicy royals content on this fine Sunday? After they’re married/during their engagement, I have a vision of them doing their events and then going back to palace and just like tearing each other’s clothes off and doing it on any and all available surfaces.

My friend, you understand the Royals vibe.

Their whole romance started because essentially they couldn't keep their hands off one another. That's not going to change when they're together, in fact, it makes it all a little worse. The young queen and her future husband are well known for probably being too in love.

Kate wasn't stupid, she knew what the entire country was saying about her when rumours of her relationship with Anthony started leaking from the palace as these things often did. And she supposed she was a good part to blame. People couldn't help but notice the Security that lined the corridor outside Anthony's flat, and really that meant there had to be someone of note inside, and there was, of course, the very public way Anthony had gone about things. It didn't take long for the rumours to start.

She called off the wedding for him

It was all arranged for publicity

The Queen Regent demanded she marry him if not Stirling

He's a traitor and so must she be.

It was vaguely amusing honestly, the idea that Mary of all people would be encouraging Kate to do anything to Anthony that wasn't punching him in the stomach. The palace PR team had practically begged her not to acknowledge Anthony publicly

"All due respect Your Highness, This will be a disaster." Jenkins had said, the bridge of his nose pinched in his fingers, barely 2 days into her relationship with Anthony,

Kate had bristled, "What are you suggesting, Mr Jenkins?"

"I'm suggesting, that publicly, Our new Queen has no consort, whatever you do in private is of course your own business."

Kate had frowned, "And what about when we get married." A small hiss escaped several people in the room and Kate had pretended not to see the way Mary stiffened beside her, plowing ahead. "Surely eventually I'll have to marry someone, what do you suggest then?"

And no one had really seemed to have an answer for her, which of course meant the answer was clear.

Hopefully you'll come to your senses before then!

But it hadn't been necessary in the end. Sophie had sent them to a primary school, and aided by a rather adorable Hyacinth Bridgerton, Kate and Anthony (Kathony as they'd been dubbed) had emerged as they country's new it couple. Requests poured in for comment, the were star crossed lovers people that certainly weren't supposed t fall in love but couldn't resist the pull. And allegedly, everyone could see it. Just from the way they looked at one another.

It seemed every day in those first few months blurry pictures emerged of them, Anthony's head resting on her shoulder on a street corner, Kate's legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her through the garden on his back, Anthony crowding her against a tree their lips nearly touching. It was relentless, and rather than sullying the image of the royal family, it seemed to make public opinion soar. Yes, their new queen was young, beautiful, and very much besotted with her grouchy boyfriend. It really was quite the narrative, and not very far from the truth. Before long reports of them slipping away at public events seemed to emerge, and this the palace could not abide.

"Kate, please, please do not sneak out of this event." Sophie was practically begging, looking sternly between her and Anthony. "I mean it, "I get it, you just got engaged, and it's adorable that you're so happy but Can we stay to the end of one event this month?"

"Ahh Sophie, when you look this good, lady's are bound to drag you behind a topiary animal for a quickie." Anthony had said, with that insufferable smirk on his face."

Kate had scoffed. "Won't be a problem, Sophie, Anthony won't be getting any for a while."

As it turns out, it was a problem. Before they'd even left the palace Kate was warm. Anthony had been sitting in the small living area attached to her suite by the time her styling team had finished flitting around her, and honestly, the sight of him made her mouth go dry.

He was wearing a light grey suit, the waistcoat of which had a light checked pattern through it, cut tightly across his broad shoulders, his red tie and pocket square in stark contrast. She didn't really need to look at them, she'd known before she even walked in what colour they would be, they always matched, Anthony insisted upon it. Insisted on her crest being neatly embroidered into them, and it was a little unflattering but it aways sent a little possessive thrill through her.

She'd cleared her throat and he'd looked up from his phone, smile already in place though it turned just slightly predatory at the sight of her.

"Well, well, your majesty, don't you look lovely this evening?" His fingertips had trailed over her bare back a little delightfully.

Kate had scoffed, her cheeks burning, "we promised hands to ourselves tonight."

Anthony laughed, "There's almost no way you're going to be able to manage that, Darling. I look delectable this evening."

God his arrogance was startling, even if he wasn't far off the mark. "You look average."

He wasn't deterred. "I'll make you a deal, Princess" She'd been the queen for months but he still called her by her original title, his eyes shining at her. "If we stay until 11:30, I'll give you a reward."

A shiver had run down her spine as she'd thought about last night when he'd bent her over the back of the sofa, his hands hot against her. "Won't be a problem. Prepare to get on your knees for me."

"It would be my pleasure."

By the time they'd been there an hour, Kate was struggling, Anthony's hand was hot on her back, his eyes burning into hers as he laughed and smiled, his glasses shining in the dim lighting, and it didn't help that she was sure the air conditioning was broken.

And he wouldn't leave her alone. Usually at these events after a while they were tugged in different directions, mingling with this lord and that, as directed by their teams. But tonight Anthony shrugged off all of his instructions, keeping his arm like a vice around her, the smell of his cologne a little overwhelming, his deep voice rumbling through the both of them, his finger tapping his watch every time her own hand slipped under his jacket or to the edge of his trousers, a stupid smirk on his face. God he was absolutely unbearable, and she wanted him so fucking much, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

Her eyes didn't leave his watch from 11:28, counting down the seconds as they slipped by, clearing her throat as soon as 11:30 ticked around.

"Can you have the car brought around Steve?"

Anthony's smirk intensified into something like a wolfish grin as they waved once more to the assembled party before they slipped out the side doors.

"Well, Your majesty, very impressive restraint shown tonight." his voice was like gravel in her ear, both hands on her waist now, one on either side, his teeth already nipping at her neck, it was all she could do not to groan loudly.

As soon as the car door was opened, Kate had tugged Anthony inside, her hand wrapped around his tie, his hips bucking against her at the sharp tug she gave it.

"What are you doing?" Her own voice was rough as Anthony attempted to settle into the seat beside her, his eyebrows raised.

"Sitting down so we can go home and fuck?" There was something so innocent about the way he said it, that made her heart flutter with love for him, his hand fiddling nervously with his glasses.

Kate clucked her tongue, tugging on his tie until his knees were resting on the floor of the limousine in front of her. "But we have such a long drive home, Lord Bridgerton, you better get to work."

Anthony's eyes darkened immediately, his hands tugging roughly at the hem of her dress, calming as he slipped underneath it, his lips trailing up her thighs, hands forcing her legs apart.

"Fucking hell I wanted to crawl under this dress the minute I saw you, wanted to do it right there in that fucking room again."

Kate tried to force her voice into something like nonchalance, failing miserably as she shifted her hips a little desperately "Well it would have certainly given the Lords something to tut about, you know how they like that."

His chuckle was slight muffled through the layers of her dress. "They're just jealous, they don't get to have you."

And then his mouth started moving over her, hard and relentless, and fuck she couldn't breathe. The privacy partition was thankfully already up as it always was on the way home from events, but still, Kate knew the driver, and Steve who always rode in the front of her car could hear her, and there was something oddly thrilling about it. Oddly thrilling about the obscene noises that were pulled from her chest, about the soft sound of Anthony's mouth on her, the soft moans falling from his lips at the taste of her, his voice coaxing against her.

"That's it, Kate, you've been such a good girl for Daddy."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, unable to help herself as her hips bucked against him helplessly, desperately seeking just a little more friction.

"Please, Anthony, Please."

He chuckled again and then he started moving impossibly faster, his fingers joining his tongue, forcing her higher and higher, she could see the reflection of them in the window as the streetlights passed, th obscene image of them branded on the back of her eyelids, And everything shattered. A soft scream tore through her chest, Anthony humming happily in response as her chest heaved, her breathing erratic.

Anthony's head popped out from under her dress, checking his watch a little dramatically.

"Well that took 5 minutes so I think I can probably do that another 3 times before we get home."

He managed another 4, one rolling against the other like an endless wave, her screams getting louder and louder, condensation covering the windows in the back of the car. And Anthony's smug smile as he tugged her boneless from the car, really was absolutely insufferable.

#royals #spicy sunday🌶 #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers

[newtonsheffield]

Hello,

Are you trying to kill us, Molly? (don't mean to sound aggressive, I'm just a little too EXCITED after reading Good Girls)

Good Girls is like the ultimate Kathony fanfic with an amalgamation of the best tropes there is!

Before "Good Girls" the relatability with Kate was like 80% and now it’s like 200%

I am really really excited to read more of it!!

Love and Hugs,

Eyra

Hello!

Don't worry, believe it or not, I'm not trying to kill everyone with Good Girls. Though TBH, it might just kill me!

Good Girls might be my final evolution form tbh. Like a happy little Bulbasaur, eventually turning into a Venusaur. (I love Pokémon, I promise I can be cool, no one leave).

I feel like yeah, maybe bad boy Anthony seems a little OOC, but at the same time wasn't that their dynamic? Anthony as the slight Rogue with a heart of gold, Kate at least trying to be a proper young lady most of the time? And don't get me wrong, this Kate knows how to have fun, but she's also a little wrapped up in the fact that everyone expects her to be perfect all the time and Anthony's probably going to show her that it's okay not to be that person sometimes.

Meanwhile Kate's going to help Anthony realise that one mistake, no matter how bad you think it was, doesn't define you as a person. Having screwed up once, doesn't actually make you a screw up.

I'm really excited about this AU! And I'm glad that other people are too!

#good girls au #kathony #anthony x kate #peppers and opinions #molly's asks and answers