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Day 1 : Mythos for the Kanthony Nation Book Club on twitter
“Now, go be a good Viscount.”
“Yes my Viscountess~” 💜💜💜
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I imagine it takes a lot of convincing from Kate in the mornings for Anthony to detach from her and do his actual job.👀
Happy Valentine’s Day!!! 💕
F1 driver Anthony X Art teacher Kathani AU
Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton at their first ball of the season
Yep, I'm still into Kanthony
They make me insane 💙🐝
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Kanthony doodle
When Francesca bridgerton is confirmed as a sapphic
The pure chaos and Bridgerton dumbassery of Anthony walking in on Eloise making out with Cressida is just comedic gold waiting to happen like,
Anthony: You will marry her!
Cressida: Yes, well unfortunately I cannot do so.
Anthony: Have you no shame, Miss Cowper? You have defiled my sister! She is ruined!
Cressida: And I would be happy to make right by her. However—
Anthony: No excuses! You will marry her or we will deul at dawn!
Benedict: Is it not ungentlemanly to deul a young lady?
Anthony: …yes well… you will marry her or… or Kate will deul you at dawn!
Kate: I’m not doing that.
Anthony: Babe, please.
Kate: You’re an imbecile.
Anthony: Fine. Colin will duel Miss Cowper.
Colin: Why must I be the ungentlemanly one?
Anthony: Because someone must!
Daphne: Someone must what?
Benedict: Deul Miss Cowper.
Daphne: Whyever would one of you need to deul Miss Cowper?
Anthony: Because I caught her in the act of defiling our sister!
Daphne: Right… well passion can sometimes get the best of us when we are in love. As long as Miss Cowper does the honourable thing and marries Eloise—
Anthony: She is refusing!
Francesca: Why would you refuse? You both seem so in love.
Cressida: I am not refusing! I am merely confused regarding how exactly I am supposed to—
Daphne: Worry not, brother. I will handle this. *cracking her knuckles* You will marry her or come the dawn our pistols meet and you will take your final breath in the presence of my gleeful victory.
Everyone: …
Benedict: Is anyone else suddenly very afraid of Daphne?
Hyacinth: Cressida and Eloise will make the most beautiful children.
Gregory: Do you think if I ask they’ll name one after me?
Meanwhile
John: Should we maybe… intervene?
Simon: Of course not. When it comes to the Bridgertons it is every man or woman for themselves.
Kate: She must learn to stand on her own. She’ll never survive this family otherwise.
Penelope: Survive this family? Do you actually believe they’ll make it to the wedding before realising two women are unable to wed?
Kate: No. But when love is involved the Bridgertons will find a way and love most certainly is. I called this six months ago.
Simon: Agreed. Though if they are to marry someone must first hunt down Eloise.
John: What are you talking about she's right… where the hell did she go?
Penelope: Oh she’s long gone. She snuck out as soon as Anthony brought up marriage.
Rewritting of Bridgertons
First of I want to say that it is in no way me bashing Julia Quinn. She has wrote a popular book series that she managed to put on the screen and for that she deserves alot of respect.
BUT
The books are a hot messes for many, many, many reasons, the three last one are ok but still quite questionable.
(I am obviously in no way claiming to be a better writter or that what I'll do will be good but I decided to rewrite and change what I didn't like and what I think could do better. )
Important information about this rewrite :
As I had hard time with honestly any of the love interest, ESPECIALLY, the boys one (with the exception of my boy Gregory, you were boring but cute) and that I felt like the women character had honestly a waste of potential I will change all of them a LOT. I will also rant about why I didn't like them in the first place.
As the books are so messy I also consider the series as canon and I have a lot of confusion about the way the society and great experiments was done ?! Like honestly WASTED potential.
This will NOT be historically accurate my dear friends purely fictional as I'll state multiple time.
Hi can I request Yanderes Anthony Colin and Benedict Bridgertons poly romantic x gender, neutral reader headcannons please and thank you 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️.
YANDERE ANTHONY,COLIN AND BENEDICT BRIDGERTONS IN POLY RELATIONSHIP!!!!
🌟you most likely grabbed Colin’s attention at a ball and when he saw you he became enchanted by your beauty .
🌟he would find every SINGLE detail about you from where you live to your favourite colour etc.
🌟speaks very highly about you to his family .his family thought it was normal until the only thing he could talk about was you and then they became worried .
🌟Anthony most likely met you because he wanted to find out why his brother is obsessed and put a stop to it . However when he met you and spoke to you he fell harder for you then Colin did.
🌟Anthony will tell you about how he is a viscount and how he could take care of you…
🌟once Colin finds out that Anthony is trying to court you he uses every card in the book to try keep Anthony away from you. He tells his mother using his favourite child card or goes and tells you all the mean things Anthony has done.
🌟Benedict was helping Anthony court you until he got to know you personally and he fell in love. Your his muse .the reason he wakes up in the morning.
🌟he often uses the excuse of being the spare heir to get closer to you.
🌟it won’t be until someone else who isn’t one of them do they finally team up .
🌟and once they team up you are never EVER getting away.
🌟Anthony , Benedict and Colin will marry you even if it means forcing the priest to make you there wife.
🌟anyone who speaks down to your or is rude suddenly disappears. They let there family get away with a few things but if it’s about you all bets are off.
🌟once married you will find yourself trapped in your bedroom having a little bell to ring when you need something.
🌟often spending your days posing for Benedict and being his muse. Also listening to Anthony rant about everything wrong with people and Colin lying his head on his lap just happy your with him.
🌟they will spoil you rotten but if you miss behave they will treat you more like a pet making you beg for there attention and affection.
🌟you will have to give children to them after all Anthony needs an heir . But if you can’t don’t worry Colin will do anything for you even pay for a child of one of the maids. No one can say the child isn’t there cause they haven’t seen you in ages. And who are they to question the viscountess .
🌟you will find peace with violet though she’s the only one who sees you everyday other then them. She will other you comfort and will let you rant to her about them and she won’t tell them.but she won’t help you escape so don’t even try and ask her.
🌟they are obsessive and possessive. They will always compete for your affection but stick together because they are family and it’s easier to fend off rivals.
🌟all in all good luck 😉
❤️thank you so much for this request
I am a whore for one guy and one guy only and that guy is a fictional character which is a pity for both of us because I know he’d love me
Jonathan Bailey- as a gay man- having more chemistry with women than straight men will never not be funny I love him so much
anthony bridgerton is my favorite brand of male character. he’s a whore with a tragic past and a fear of love. his crimes? being sexy and making terrible choices. and to top it off he’s got eldest sibling disorder. he’s literally perfect.
Anthony kissing Kate in front of the entire ton during a dance
Me with Glen Powell.
i didn’t think my val kilmer obsession could get any worse but it managed
Is it weird that his furious expression makes it even hotter for me? Do I have issues? (Don't answer that)
Truly. Bless this show.
Thank you @sallysgotablog for sending me the link to this gif!
Gif credit goes to: @ Kathony1814 on Twitter!
And may I just say, the way he hungrily ravages her 🥵
I know we love calling Anthony unhinged and a hoe (which he is) for losing it at the sight of her thigh, but I was also taken aback by the first time I saw it. I also momentarily lost a couple of brain cells. My mind also went blank. I also wasn't expecting it. It's a good leg, okay?
This has been a healing day for me, because Kate and Anthony are my free therapy 💜💚
When I'm re-watching S2 of Bridgerton for the hundredth time and I get to this part. I get so irrationally angry at this stupid ratty glove. I hate HATE this glove. It symbolises everything wrong in this world, it's my nemesis, my villain origin story.
Maybe an unpopular opinion, but I don't think Kate would ever actually cheat with Anthony if he married Edwina. I just don't think it's in her character. She would go off the India and have her adventures.
*unshed tears shining in my eyes*
So beautiful and brutal at the same time😭
The Last Goodbye
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader
Warnings: Infidelity, major character death, emotional distress, pregnancy loss, grief, regret, angst
Word Count: 1,000+
Inspired by @writing-fanics
It began as a whisper of discomfort. A slight fatigue that settled in your bones, an ache that did not fade even after hours of rest. At first, you dismissed it. A lady of your station had little time to entertain sickness—there were balls to attend, guests to entertain, and a household to manage. Anthony, always busy with his responsibilities, hardly noticed.
You told yourself it was nothing.
But then, the fevers came.
They crept in during the night, leaving you shivering beneath layers of blankets, yet drenched in sweat. The coughing followed—deep, wracking fits that left you breathless, clutching your chest as if you could hold your very life in place.
Still, you told Anthony nothing. He had already been so distant. His late nights had become more frequent, his excuses less convincing. Parliament meetings. Affairs of the estate. And yet, his cravat smelled of perfume that was not yours.
So you suffered in silence.
-
The physician confirmed what you already feared.
Your condition had worsened. There was no cure, only time—time that you did not have.
Benedict was the first to notice. He saw the way your hands trembled when you lifted your tea, the way your complexion had lost its color. He sat beside you more often, watching, worrying. It was Benedict who sent for Anthony the first time you collapsed, body too weak to carry you forward.
But your husband had not come home that night.
When he arrived the next morning, his eyes were tired, but not from concern. His cravat was slightly undone, the buttons of his waistcoat not fully fastened. You had seen him leave in pristine condition—he had not slept in your bed.
“Where were you?” you asked, voice hoarse from the previous night’s coughing.
Anthony hesitated, only for a fraction of a second, before forcing a smile. “Matters of business, darling.”
Lies.
But you were too tired to fight.
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You were mostly confined to your bed now.
The sickness had taken too much of you—your strength, your appetite, your breath. Each step was a battle, each word an effort. The physicians tried what they could, but their expressions told you the truth.
You were dying.
And Anthony still had not noticed.
He came home later and later, his excuses becoming nothing more than background noise. He did not see the hollows beneath your eyes, the way your hands trembled when you reached for him. He did not see the way Benedict looked at him—how dare you leave her like this?—or the way your ladies’ maids turned away, unable to hide their pity.
You wanted to tell him. To scream at him. To make him see you.
But what use was a battle when the war was already lost?
So, you smiled when he kissed your forehead. You forced yourself to laugh when he told you of his day. You pretended you did not smell her perfume lingering on his coat.
And at night, when he did not come home, you wept.
-
Anthony had finally noticed.
It was Benedict—of course, it was Benedict—who had forced him to look at you.
“She is dying, Anthony,” Benedict spat, gripping his elder brother by the collar. “And where have you been? With her?”
Anthony had scoffed at first, had shoved Benedict away with a roll of his eyes. “You are being ridiculous. She is—”
Then he had seen you.
You had been sleeping when he entered the room, your form barely more than a shadow beneath the sheets. Your skin, once so full of warmth and color, was ghostly pale. Your lips were dry, cracked from fever. Your breaths came shallow, labored, the rise and fall of your chest so faint it terrified him.
“Y/N…”
He had whispered your name, but you had not stirred.
For the first time in months, Anthony had sat beside you. He had taken your hand—too thin, too cold—between his own and felt his heart plummet.
How had he not seen it?
How had he let this happen?
That night, Anthony left for Sienna’s townhouse, but not for the reasons he once had.
He was going to end it.
But Sienna did not make it easy.
“So now you remember you have a wife?” she had scoffed, draping herself over the chaise, eyes dark with amusement. “Is that not what I’ve always been to you, Anthony? A distraction from your duties? And now, because guilt tugs at your heart, you come to rid yourself of me?”
Anthony had clenched his jaw. “I should never have come to you in the first place.”
Sienna’s laughter had been bitter, cruel. “And yet, you did. Over and over again. While your wife lay dying in your grand estate, you were in my bed.”
He had left without another word. But the damage was done.
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Anthony rushed through the doors of your chamber, breathless, desperate.
“Where is she?” His voice was frantic, cracking under the weight of fear.
Benedict was still seated beside you, his expression unreadable as he lifted his gaze.
“She is gone.”
The words knocked the air from Anthony’s lungs. His eyes darted to the bed, to your still form beneath the blankets, your face peaceful, untouched by the pain that had consumed you for months.
“No,” he whispered. “No, please—please, my love, wake up.”
He was at your side in an instant, grasping at your hands, pressing frantic kisses to your fingers, your knuckles, your wrists—anywhere he could reach. But you were so cold.
“Y/N,” he choked out, tears falling freely now, his whole body trembling. “Please, I am here now. I—I was going to fix this. I was going to—” His voice broke. “I should have been here.”
Benedict stood, his face void of sympathy. “Yes,” he said simply. “You should have.”
Anthony let out a strangled sob, his forehead pressing against your still chest. He had failed you. He had abandoned you in your final days, had left you to suffer alone while he chased after foolish, meaningless desires.
And now, it was too late.
You would never hear his apologies.
You would never know that in the end, he had chosen you.
All you had known before you left this world was his absence.
And for the rest of his days, Anthony Bridgerton would carry that unbearable, unshakable grief.
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The world felt like it had stopped. The fire in the hearth flickered weakly, casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of lavender still lingered, but it was stale, lifeless—just like the room, just like you.
Anthony’s hands trembled as he held yours, the warmth he had once taken for granted completely gone. You weren’t asleep. You weren’t waiting for him.
You were gone.
A strangled sob tore from his throat. He pressed his lips to your knuckles, willing his love into your lifeless fingers, hoping—praying—that it would bring you back. But there was nothing left. Only the sound of his own broken breaths and the weight of the silence pressing down on him.
This was his fault.
He had left you to suffer alone, blind to the pain in your eyes, deaf to the way your voice had weakened. He had been with Sienna while you lay here, waiting for him, needing him. And now, when he finally realized what he had done—when he had finally chosen you—you were already gone.
He had failed you.
Benedict stood quietly by the door, watching, his gaze unreadable. He had been here, Anthony realized bitterly. He had been the one to hold you as you slipped away. He had been the one to witness your last breath.
Not Anthony.
Never Anthony.
“I told her you would regret this,” Benedict finally said, voice hoarse with grief. His fists clenched at his sides. “I told her you would come crawling back too late.”
Anthony couldn’t even argue.
He deserved every ounce of venom in his brother’s voice.
A rustle of parchment broke the silence.
Benedict reached into his coat, pulling out a folded letter, sealed with wax. He stepped forward, shoving it into Anthony’s hands, his eyes burning with something between sorrow and rage.
“She wrote this for you,” Benedict said, barely holding himself together. “She told me to give it to you only after…” His voice caught, but he swallowed hard and forced himself to continue. “After she was gone.”
Anthony could barely breathe as he looked at the letter. The edges were slightly crumpled, the ink slightly smudged—had she struggled to hold the pen? Had she been in pain while she wrote this?
With shaking fingers, he broke the seal.
My dearest Anthony,
If you are reading this, then it is already too late.
I wish I could have seen your face one last time. I wish I could have told you that I still love you, despite everything. But life is cruel, and time has run out for us.
I have known for some time now that I was not meant to stay in this world much longer. I felt it in the way my body betrayed me, in the way the pain settled into my bones, refusing to leave. I wanted to tell you, to beg you to stay, but I could not bring myself to do so. I knew your heart was elsewhere.
Perhaps it is selfish of me, but I wanted you to choose me on your own.
I wanted you to come home because you wanted to, not because you felt you had to.
But you never did.
And so, I made my peace with the silence.
But, my love, there is something I did not tell you—something I could not tell you.
I was with child.
Your child.
I found out only weeks before the sickness took hold of me. I had dreamed of telling you, of seeing your face light up with joy, of feeling your hand against my belly as our child grew. But I was afraid.
Afraid that you would not care.
Afraid that even this would not be enough to bring you home to me.
I wanted so badly for our child to know a father’s love, but as the weeks passed and my strength faded, I realized that they never would. I realized that I would never hold them, never hear their cries, never see them take their first breath.
I lost them before they ever had a chance to live.
And it broke me, Anthony.
It broke me in a way that nothing else ever could.
I know that you will carry guilt for this. I know that you will grieve. But I do not want my last words to be ones of anger or bitterness.
Despite it all, I loved you.
I loved you with every part of me, even as my heart shattered.
And I hope—no, I pray—that one day, you will learn to love again. That you will cherish what you once took for granted. That you will never let another love slip through your fingers as you did with me.
Goodbye, my love.
Yours, always,
Y/N
Anthony couldn’t see past his tears.
The letter crumpled in his grip, his hands shaking violently. A strangled, guttural cry tore from his chest, echoing through the room.
She had been pregnant.
With his child.
And he had never known.
He had left her alone to suffer, to mourn, to grieve the loss of their baby all by herself. She had gone to bed every night with the weight of their unborn child pressing against her ribs, knowing she would never hold them.
And he had been with Sienna.
Benedict turned away, unable to watch as Anthony broke completely.
He did not comfort him.
He did not tell him it was alright.
Because it wasn’t.
Because Anthony Bridgerton had done something no man should ever do—he had abandoned the love of his life in her time of need.
And now, he would have to live with it.
Forever.
Rewarching season 2 I have know realized the error of my ways. The promo material just did him dirty.
I am on my knees begging for queen Shonda to forgive me, I did not know what I was saying 🛐
am i the only one??? who thinks anthony looks hideous this season????? like i never rlly found him that attractive in the first one but that haircut
dear lord they should've kept his long hair
like????? he looked so much better????????
am i the only one??? who thinks anthony looks hideous this season????? like i never rlly found him that attractive in the first one but that haircut
dear lord they should've kept his long hair
like????? he looked so much better????????
Anthony this Kate that
The only characters i care about is them <3
KATE SHARMA + ANTHONY BRIDGERTON “If you say she is the one in whose presence you cannot properly think, or even… or even breathe. If you say you feel that feeling: the one that makes it impossible to look away from them at any given moment. When your body and soul feel as if they could burst into flames whenever the two of you are near. When all you are able to do in their presence is to fight the urge to lean forward and… and touch their lips with yours.”
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CIGARETTES & CONTEMPT, anthony and you stealing away from croquet mallets and polite conversation, finding each other in the forgotten corners of the garden where cigarette smoke mingles with unspoken tension, both of you refusing to admit that these moments of mutual inconvenience have become the only ones that matter.