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Dastardly Plans
Summary: You plot revenge, Anthony finds it incredibly attractive.
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader
“Would you be so kind as to help me plot a murder,” You stated as soon as you stepped foot into Anthony’s study.
“I’m sorry but what did you just say my darling wife, I must of misheard you?”
“I need help with planning a murder, do keep up my love. Maybe you were the wrong choice, perhaps I shall approach Eloise instead, she seems a bit more quick witted”
“Don’t you dare. I was just making sure I heard correctly, I never said no. But just out of curiosity who are we killing and why?”
“That silly Miss Connors. Francesca just confided that she’s be coming up to her at every ball saying hurtful remarks. She even had the audacity to step on her gown causing a terrible rip. The wretch is clearly jealous of Franny, and I will have none of it. So I’ve been thinking the best way to get rid of the Miss Connors problem will be to never have to see her face again. Argo murder! Really it’s a two birds one stone situation because it will show the Ton the consequences of messing with the Bridgertons, especially while I’m Viscountess.”
Anthony started at you, his mouth wide open in awe and his eyes shining with desire. Your defence of his siblings was not only endearing but incredibly sexy.
“Honey, you still there. Yes or no to murder, I don’t have all day.”
“Absolutely yes. In fact I know Colin mentioned a substance he came across on the continent which was deadly yet odourless. One drop in the dreadful girls tea and mission accomplished”
“I knew I married you for a reason” you smirked, bringing Anthony in for a kiss.
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Your Hands Are Cold
Pairing: Anthony x Fem!Reader
Rating: E
Summary: Anthony stumbles upon Y/N in the woods during a storm.
wow, I am actually pretty proud of this one? I may make it into a longer writing?
anyway, enjoy!!
This was not how you wanted your afternoon to end up. Ankles deep in mud, your newest dress from Madame Delacroix getting destroyed from the storm. You had no intention of getting yourself stuck out here, and you had no clue that such horrendous rain would take place this afternoon. Since it was usually the best part of your day, this had put a damper on enjoying your walk. You started to cough, worried that this endeavor would give you a terrible cold. You trudged through the mud, slipping so often - despising ever walking out in the first place. Flickering your eyes, you tried to raise your hand above them so you could see but the weather was far too cruel for visibility. When you thought it would never end, you heard distance hooves and prayed that someone was coming to your rescue in a carriage. You turned around, blinking more and more as the rain pierced your skin. Catching your breath, you managed just long enough to get a good look - it was a man you believed on just a horse. At the very least, you thought, he could manage to get you some help.
"H-Hello?" You called out, your lips dripping with the rain.
As the gentleman neared, you could hardly believe your own eyes - you thought the storm had been playing tricks on you.
It was Viscount Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton. The Ton's most sought out bachelor.
"What in the devil are you doing out here?" He spoke curtly and called you by name.
"I-I'm sorry, My Lord." You choked out.
You knew Anthony Bridgerton through your kinship to Daphne, but when she moved away with the Duke - the two of you had only written letters, and you saw less of the Bridgerton family.
"Come now, let me help you" His voice had a tone of gentleness, meaning he must've seen the shame in your expression.
"Lord Bridgerton, I assure you, you needn't trouble yourself" You let out a disgruntled laugh,
"I can wait until someone with a carriage comes along I'm sure it won't be much longer-"
"You will do no such thing." He dismounted his horse and motioned you over.
"I cannot, sir." You were exasperated, he clearly forgot you were wearing a dress.
"Come on," He gripped your arm, leading you over to the saddle, "And call me Anthony, there is no need for such politeness."
You stood there in the rain, looking up at the saddle - there was no way this could happen.
"Anthony-" You looked back, but before you could manage to protest more - his hands had gripped around
your waist.
With a slight squeal, he had managed to hoist you into the saddle. Both of your legs dangled over the side, and you were in complete shock with such a swift movement.
"You will need to straddle the horse." Anthony pushed his hair back, the rain had soaked him entirely.
"I cannot, sir-Anthony. It is entirely impossible in this dress." You motioned to the drenched fabric.
"Well, we shall have to change that." He sighed.
His hands reached forward, gripping the hem of your dress. Before you could ask what he was doing,
you heard the sound of ripping material and the cold had now been exposed to your legs.
"Anthony!" You gasped, "How dare you-"
"Put your leg over, come on now." Anthony tapped your ankle, stifling a laugh.
You did as he said, settling yourself into the saddle. It didn't take but seconds more, and he had placed
his own foot into the stirrup. The wind had been knocked out of you, and not due to the storm any longer. Anthony's hips pressed into your back, and his chest square onto your shoulders. You swallowed hard, not believing this was how the afternoon would turn out.
You shivered, your hands reaching for the reigns.
"Allow me." He said gently, "Oh dear."
"Wh-what is it?" You wondered what could've gone awry now.
"Your hands are cold," Anthony whispered, and without pause - he slipped his hands out of his riding
gloves, and placed your hands within them.
"Your gloves are wet." You chuckled.
"They are better than nothing, no?" He said quizzically.
"I suppose so my Lord," You laughed in response.
Anthony chuckled in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"If the Ton knew of this-" You said lowly.
"Your secret is safe with me" He whispered, "I will get you home safely."
You smiled once again, leaning back into his arms as he gave the horse a kick to begin your journey home.
THE VOID
Anthony Bridgerton x Female Reader
saw an edit of alicent with static by steve lacy and got inspired . “hope u find peace for yourself”
you’ve known anthony since you were fourteen, back then you used to fawn over him but he only saw you as elosie’s best friend but that all changed when you had been named the diamond of the season, he now saw you as a potential match. a potential bride.
eloise told you how much she hated that you and anthony were courting. she told you that she’d never speak to you again if you married anthony, so you were acting dumb so he wouldn’t be interested but when your father caught on to your scheme he beat you for how you acted in front of anthony.
so to avoid anymore punishment you acted on your best behavior. anthony danced with you thrice and promenaded with you a couple times and that was enough for him to propose. after he asked your father for your hand, he asked you in front of both of your families. in front of his mother and his siblings and your father and uncle. you said yes because you knew if you said no your father would be livid.
you’re only eighteen years old and he is one and thirty so you didn’t really have much in common other than you both liked to read and you both hated losing in pall mall but he was decent to you. he gave you a huge allowance so you’d go shopping if you got bored.which was very often. after your honeymoon you took up the role of the lady in the house, dowager bridgerton moved to another home close by with eloise, francesca and gregory. though you and anthony told them that they could stay they left to give you guys space. well almost everyone.
hyacinth stayed because she “liked the room she has already and she had no need to move”. so it was the three of you most of the time, she became kind of like a friend to you even tho she was only twelve. you wouldn’t call yourself her mother figure because she already had a great mother who was only a few houses down but you knew she looked up to you. you and hyacinth would go gown shopping and would go for strolls in the park. that was the only time you felt joy. anthony would barely speak to you. you didn’t share a room with him. you two would only have sex twice every month so you could try to produce heirs.
dinners were quite. silence only broke if hyacinth spoke. after a while you gave birth to edmund jack bridgerton, so your days were less boring. you’d spend most days with baby edmund and hyacinth. once in a while daphne and violet would visit you. eloise would only speak to you if it was necessary. she called you “lady bridgerton” or “viscountess bridgerton”. most days you cried yourself to sleep.
you felt empty. you missed the girl you used to be. lady y/n was free and fun whilst viscountess bridgerton was a bore and trapped. you had finally had enough when lady whistledown called you a broodmare. a horse who’s only purpose was to breed. you were hurt because it was true.