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You’ve been gone for so long, will you ever pick back up your Anthony x reader story??

Chapter 6 is up now darling! I’m officially back and I decided to continue my Bridgerton fan fiction series so I hope you like it! New chapters coming soon! ✨😅

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Impossible Standards

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 6

Sunlight spilled through the canopy of tall, swaying trees, dappling the manicured lawns in golden light. The Queen's private gardens had been transformed into a vision of springtime elegance—blankets spread across soft grass, silken cushions, crystal flutes sparkling with champagne. Laughter drifted like petals on the breeze as London’s finest lords and ladies mingled under white parasols.

You adjusted your skirts as you stepped down from the carriage, the warm air brushing against your skin like a whisper. Butterflies fluttered lazily among the wildflowers, and for a moment, you considered running off into the hedge maze and hiding until sunset.

“You’re late,” came a voice that grated in a very specific, Anthony-Bridgerton kind of way.

You turned, arching a brow at him. He looked infuriatingly composed—dark hair tamed, waistcoat tailored to absolute perfection, smirk already locked and loaded.

“Actually,” you replied, smoothing your gloves, “I was just hoping to delay the misery.”

Anthony offered his arm with exaggerated gallantry. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’m here to ensure your suffering is evenly distributed.”

You gave him a flat look before reluctantly accepting. “How noble of you, my lord. Shall we go make a scene?”

“After you,” he said with a wink.

The moment you entered the garden arm in arm, heads turned. Lady Cowper practically dropped her scone. Lord Berbrook’s mouth hung open like a trout. Even Lady Danbury raised a brow from her spot beneath the largest parasol.

"Smile," Anthony muttered under his breath, teeth flashing in a grin. "Pretend you don't loathe me."

“I don’t have to pretend,” you said sweetly, leaning in close enough for the illusion of affection. “I just have to channel every ounce of restraint in my royal bloodline not to throttle you in front of polite society.”

Anthony chuckled lowly. “You’d miss me. And I doubt you’d find another suitor as dashingly sacrificial.”

“Oh yes, such a martyr,” you said dryly. “Throwing yourself into a fake engagement just to save me from my family’s matchmaking schemes. How selfless.”

“Don’t forget how bravely I fend off the ton’s rabid daughters on your behalf,” he replied, motioning subtly toward a group of debutantes glaring in your direction.

You smirked. “They look like they want to poison my tea.”

“I’d be flattered if I were you,” he whispered, guiding you toward the main spread of food. “You’re officially the most envied woman in London.”

“God help me,” you muttered as you sat delicately on a cushion, reaching for a chilled strawberry.

He plopped down beside you with the grace of a smug lion. “Now now, sweetheart—don’t look so miserable. You’re supposed to be basking in the glory of your fiancé’s good looks.”

You turned to face him, chin lifted. “The only thing I’m basking in is your overinflated ego.”

Anthony grinned. “And yet here you are, sitting beside me, sipping champagne like the perfect blushing bride-to-be.”

“If I’m blushing, it’s from the urge to slap you.”

He leaned in just a little, his voice teasing. “Careful, your Majesty. If you keep talking like that, I might start to think you enjoy our little arrangement.”

You narrowed your eyes but couldn’t suppress the curl of your lips. “And if you keep teasing me, Lord Bridgerton, I might forget this is all pretend.”

There was a beat—a flicker of something between you—and then it was gone, buried beneath the weight of duty, secrets, and the looming presence of half the court watching your every move.

“Would you like a scone, dearest?” Anthony asked loudly, grabbing a plate and raising his voice just enough for nearby eavesdroppers.

You forced a sugary smile. “Only if you taste it first. Just in case Lady Cowper laced it with arsenic.”

Anthony laughed so hard he nearly dropped the plate.

As the sun dipped lower, casting a honeyed hue across the garden, you caught him looking at you when he thought you weren’t watching. His gaze was unreadable—thoughtful, maybe even something softer.

But that was ridiculous.

This was fake. It was all fake.

Wasn’t it?

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Sorry I’ve been on hiatus for so long guys but I am coming back now and I will probably pick up my last fic but I’m still debating just scratching it and starting over. But thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes! Love you all 🫶🏽✨

If you have any fic suggestions or certain characters you want me to write for then please let me know, I definitely want to get into writing one shots.

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If you like reading fics about rape, incest, or minors you need mental help. I hope you get locked behind bars you fucking weirdo.

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First of all Toji is canonically 30 in the manga and megumi and him aren’t related Megumi is gojo’s son not toji’s so it’s not incest. - @nanaslutt

Dude it’s still weird as fuck. Shipping an adult and a fucking teenager is just disgusting and illegal. And Megumi is Toji’s son so you shipping them is incest. You’re just a weirdo who likes incest.

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Impossible Standards

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 5

You walk up to Gunters tea shop as you feel your heart practically beating out of your chest as you take a deep breath to calm your nerves…

You walk inside the fancy tea shop as you look around to find Anthony, you had left him a message over the phone asking if he could meet you here. You were hoping he would show up but you wouldn't blame him if he didn’t, you felt bad about your argument the other night at the Queens Ball but you wanted to make amends.

You look around nervously as you feel your heart skip a beat when you met his gaze…

Anthony stares into your eyes for a moment as he pulls out a chair for you and gestures for you to come sit with him. You sigh as you walk over and take a seat.

After a moment of silence you decide to speak up…”I’m sorry about before…I was so rude to you and It just takes time for me to be comfortable around new people." I sigh as I look up at him.

"Comfortable?" Anthony chuckles as he looks back at me for a moment before speaking up, "I guess it's understandable...we didn't exactly start off on the right foot anyway." He sighs as he smirks. "However I would have expected a princess to have better manners, but apparently you just like to get drunk and dance on tabletops. Isn't that right princess?" He says jokingly.

You scoff as you smile a bit. "I do like to have fun if that is what your suggesting! But your right maybe we should start a new...." You say softly as you maintain eye contact. "But I still think your an arrogant prick most times." You chuckle softly as Anthony rolls his eyes. "And your very mean and tough to get to know but in some way I guess you do amuse me....It's nice to have a conversation with someone like a real conversation outside of just money, family status, and courtship." He says softly.

"I know right it's like most people in the court are like these programmed robots all saying the same shit." You say honestly as you lean back and sip on your tea. Anthony chuckles again at your bluntness. "Indeed I just wish my family could get off my back about this whole marriage thing, I just want to make them proud and also to shut them up so they'll stop annoying me about it." You nod in agreement. "I don't desire a marriage either it's all just an economic proposition to me anyway. I am the freaking Princess of Spain and I want to be taken seriously and most men just talk down to me and won't stop staring at my breasts." You say bluntly as Anthony almost chokes on his tea from the last sentence.

He coughs as he nod in agreement. "Well looks like we both have the same problem...would be nice if we could just marry one another to get everyone off our backs." He says jokingly as he chuckles.

You pause for a moment as you stare back at him. "That's actually not a bad idea actually...." Anthony raises his eyebrows in interest. "I was merely joking princess..." You lean forward as you speak up. "What if this could actually work though? Both are families would back off and we could still do our own thing, let's fake an engagement Anthony." You say serious.

"That's an absolute crazy idea princess...I'm in." He smirks. You cheer quietly as you nod. "I knew you had some smarts up in that brain of yours Bridgerton! All we have to do now is just convince everyone and hold out until the very end of the season and we'll be free!" You laugh as you smile.

Anthony nod along as he thinks for a moment. What the hell have I gotten myself into? What if she finds out about the plan I had in place? Gosh I can't wait for the season to be over....

P.S. Sorry this chapter isn't as long my darlings but I promise the next chapter is going to be a long one so brace yourselves.

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Sneak peak for the next chapter ✨

Also sorry for not posting sooner my darlings I’ve been super busy but I will be sure to post the new chapter by tomorrow 😭

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Hello everyone sorry it’s been a while since I last posted, I have recently started a new job and have been quite busy but I promise to continue working on impossible standards for you guys! My plan is to drop at least two new chapters by the end of this week or by next week, if you guys have any other character recommendations or any other stories or one shots you’d like for me to do then please let me know! I’m also open to any questions you may have about the series as well!

I also am so grateful for all the likes and love you all have shown my story! Also huge shoutout to my followers! Thank you all so much 😭🩷

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Impossible Standards

Chapter 4

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Note: This chapter is mainly gonna be from your point of view, providing more background about your character and insight into her emotions and how she thinks. I will be picking back off with the original story plot next chapter, I hope you all still enjoy this!

It had been a few days after You and Anthony's argument at the Queen's ball, you were lying on your bed in one of the many rooms in the Queens Palace. The Queen was fairly nice to you but was usually off taking care of her duties and rumor has it was on the hunt for someone called Lady Whistledown? Ever since that night with Anthony, there were so many thoughts running through your mind. Why was he so annoying? Why was I so cold? Was he teasing me on purpose? Did he really mean what he said about him being there for me? I sigh as a million thoughts race through my head. No man has ever challenged me like this before...he was over confident and a player but he also had a soft spot and unlike all the stuck up people and royals iv'e met so far in my life, he can actually joke around and not be so serious...Gosh you l-hate him.

You didn't know what it was like to be in love...it was something you only ever read about in books. The man and the woman fall in love and go through trial and tribulations as they fight through all of it to get back to one another. You were told the same stupid saying all your life "Love Conquers All" You believed it for a while...be you were always a bit naive. How could love conquer all if your mother who was the best queen Spain had ever known and the most sweetest and kindest soul have fallen for a man like your father? The cold cruel king who didn't even attend her fucking funeral?! The same man that admittedly sent you off here to find a suitor and who didn't care about anyone but HIMSELF?!

Growing up with a man like that certainly alters your view of love and what it looks like, of course you've had suitors come breaking down your doors bringing you flowers and gifts constantly trying to get your hand in marriage but not because they like you but because they want your title, but you don't want that! You were a strong and independent woman you didn't need some stupid man to make you feel whole....even though there was that stupid little part of you deep down that craved it...something new....something passionate...

You want something real.

Something messy and beautiful.....surreal and challenging....something no, someone who makes your heart stop and makes you question everything you've ever known...someone who wants to explore the world with you! Your world....someone to dance in the rain with and read with and to laugh and cry and scream at and fight with and to kiss....touch...hold...feel...to-to

...

But how could someone ever love you? Your so broken.... You aren't lady like, your loud and annoying....and jealous and petty...improper and impatient and just...so....so broken.

But maybe there is hope...a small flicker of it but you just have to be ready to take the first step.

You sigh as you glance over at the phone on your dresser. You take a deep breath as you sit up in bed and wipe away the tears forming in your eyes as you slowly dial a number.

...

"Hello is this the Bridgerton residence?" "Can you please tell Anthony that y/n would like to have a word with him?"

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Impossible Standards

Chapter 3

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

The next night, the moon was shining brightly in the night sky as the Bridgerton's family carriage pulled up outside of the Queen's palace along with many others around them. Families gathered around as they headed inside the ballroom, debutantes eyeing the suitors as everyone waited for the Queen's arrival. Anthony and his family entered as they all split up among the crowd, Eloise walking over to Penelope Featherington as they started to chat as Violet then headed over to Lady Danbury and so on.

The Queen entered shortly after with you by her side, she then walked to the center of the room as she cleared her throat and spoke up to make an announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen as you all may have heard over the last few days that we have a special guest joining us for the season, I would love to introduce you all to the Princess of Spain, Y/N L/N!" You curtsied as everyone around you clapped. You are dressed in the most gorgeous purple silk gown adorned with beautiful sparkling jewels, your hair and makeup done flawlessly.

Anthony stared at you from afar in awe of your beauty. You were so infuriating...yet so damn attractive it was merely impossible not to stare at you. The Queen sat on her throne as you stood by her, multiple suitors coming up to you and eagerly introducing themselves asking if they could have a dance. You smiled as you politely declined them, excusing yourself as you walked over to the refreshments as you grabbed and chugged down a glass of champagne. Anthony chuckled as he walked over to you and whispered in your ear.

"You seem to have a slight alcohol problem princess" He whispered harshly as he chuckled. You scoffed as you looked up at him, maintaining eye contact. "Oh my gosh, your that cabrón from a few days back" You chuckled softly. "You come over here to try to kiss my ass?" You say while smirking. Anthony scowls at you. "Must you always insult me?" "I made one mistake and now I won't ever live it down" He sighs. "I would have never bickered with you if..." You scoff. "If what? If you had known I was a princess?" You laugh. "Does your family know about our little quarrel?" "Shall I tell them about your behavior my lord?" You say smugly. "You wouldn't dare, besides I'm sure a princess of your status has no reason to stoop to something so beneath her such as unnecessary gossip" He says annoyed as you laugh. "Ok, ok your right I wouldn't only because I'm not some little tattle tale...Besides I quite enjoy our little banter we got going on" You smirk as you set down your glass. "I missed that spunk of yours my lord" He chuckles. "I must admit I do rather enjoy how much you challenge me Princess you know exactly how to push my buttons" He says while smirking. I smile as I look back at my glass and sigh. "Gosh I need a real drink...." You mutter under your breath as you look around, then quietly sneaking away from the ball as you look back over at Anthony. "You coming my lord?" You ask in a mischievous whisper as you disappear into the dark halls of the palace. Follow her? Anthony thinks to himself. How intriguing, he could not lie to himself that you had his full attention now. He could either remain a gentleman and stay and watch the dances at the ball or engage in whatever mysterious fun you had in store for him. Anthony sighs as he reluctantly follows after you.

You giggle as you grab his hand and run with him down the dark hallways of the palace, you look around to make sure no one's around as you both sneak into the kitchen and close the door behind you. "You are a mischievous woman Princess, what sort of fun do you have in store for us?" He asked curiously but also a bit nervous. "Well the first step for any good party is to bring out the good shit!" You giggled as you reached into one of the taller cabinets and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He chuckles as he observes her. "Well then I must say the Princess of Spain sure knows how to have a good party" He smiled as he watched her and he was quite surprised to see her reach for the liquor in the kitchen. His brothers would have died from the shock if they ever saw something similar with a lady. As she popped the cork on the bottle of whiskey his eyes were glued to her.

I pour ourselves both some into glasses as I then run over and grab some cinnamon rolls from the counter. "I had the servants secretly make these for me, I was planning on eating them alone but all is better with company" I place them down as I sit up on the counter and kick off my shoes. "That’s much better, those heels were killing me!

The fact that, of all the people the Princess of Spain would share her secret stash of cinnamon rolls and whiskey made Anthony feel quite special. He had never seen this informal and confident side to a woman before. She was a unique woman, she had caught his attraction in every manner. Even the tiny bit of her neck showing above the low cut dress was enough to cause his heart to beat just a little faster.

Anthony takes a sip of whiskey as you bite into your cinnamon roll, sitting silently in each other's company. "So...how's the hunt for a suitor going?" Anthony asks trying to make conversation. You laugh. "It's been alright I guess...to be completely honest...I don't even really wanna find a husband" You say softly as you down your small glass of whiskey. "So then why come all the way out here?" "Your the Princess of Spain for christ sake you could get any man...was there another reason for coming out all this way?" "Or do you just not want the responsibility of being in a relationship?" He asks curiously. "I just...I didn't want to be in Spain anymore" You say sadly. Anthony takes a moment to study your face, he clearly knows there's more that your not sharing but he doesn't want to pry.

"Besides I don't have to explain myself to you" You say coldly as you hop off the counter. "You wanna talk about responsibilities yet you make excuses to avoid everything because your just a coward" You say coldly. "Why must you be so cold?" "It's like every time we take a step forward we go three steps back!" He says annoyed as you scoff. "Why would you even care my lord? You don't even know me, I mean nothing to you so why don't we just keep it that way" You say coldly as you stare into his eyes. He sighs as he takes a step towards you.

"Whatever it is you may be going through...at least know you have someone here who's willing to listen" He says softly as he heads for the door. "Thank you for the drink y/n and if you ever need any company...just come find me" He exits as you stand there now left alone in the kitchen as you look back over at the bottle of whiskey, you grab it as you walk over to the sink and pour it's liquid down the drain and angrily smash the bottle on the floor. You sigh as you quickly maintain your composure, you put back on your heels and fix yourself up as you put on a brave face and head back down the halls and inside the ballroom.

Why did being alone now feel even more lonely? Who knows...maybe if you get bored enough you'll take him up on that offer.

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Impossible Standards

Chapter 2

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Anthony walked into the drawing room with the mail in his hands as he tossed on it on the table, then sitting down to read the daily newspaper. Eloise immediately got up and ran over to the table as she grabbed the latest Lady Whistledown and sat down in her chair as she began reading.

"Boring...boring....oh well look at this, seems like we have our new Diamond of the season" Eloise says surprised. "Already?" Violet says. "The season has barely even started yet! Who is it my dear?" She asks as Eloise looks over the pages. "Oh my goodness it's a princess!" Eloise says excitedly. Everyone perks up interested. "A princess?" Everyone says collectively. "Yes indeed, the Princess of Spain to be exact! Gosh I wonder what she's like...it says here that she arrived a few days ago and is currently staying at the Queen's Palace." Eloise says. "It says here that her name is....y/n l/n, gosh what a unique name but I guess it's quite fitting for a princess" Eloise finishes.

Anthony felt his heart stop as his face flushed and his palms started to sweat. "y/n l/n....bloody hell" Anthony sighs. "Something wrong brother? You seem quite paler than usual" Benedict says as he chuckles. "Nothing...I'm fine" Anthony says annoyed. "Why would a princess need to find a suitor here? Surely there's tons of great men back home..." Violet says curiously. "Maybe she got sick of them constantly chasing after her" Colin says. "But that's surely still going to happen here and it'll probably be ten times worse now that she's diamond of the season!" Benedict adds.

"Brother what do you think about her?" Colin asks as he looks over at Anthony. "She sounds quite...pretentious" Anthony says annoyed. Pretentious? You don't even know her! Eloise says. "What if you run into her at a ball? This could become quite the opportunity brother!" Benedict says. "You get with her you'll become her prince and be in lined with the Spanish throne" Benedict says. "Oh nonsense Benedict, your brother needs to focus on finding a real wife not chasing after some fantasy" Violet says. "Oh come on mother think about it! Our family could become apart of royal blood! We could be of even greater status, come on brother isn't she exactly what you've been looking for?" Benedict says as he smirks.

Anthony thinks for a moment as he sighs. "Can you imagine the scandal? A lord and a princess together....but it does seem like the perfect way to boost our family name" Anthony chuckles. "But she probably wouldn't even look my way, let alone fall for me" Anthony says as he recalls their last encounter. "Oh come on brother you can swoon any girl with that charm of yours plus most of the ladies this season are already gonna be flocking after you, there's no way you'll go unnoticed!" Benedict says. Anthony sighs as he thinks for a moment. Swoon the princess? But what if she still hates me? What if she really is immune to my charm? Why did she come out here out of all places to find a suitor? A million questions run through his head as he sighs. "You know what...I'm in! I love a good challenge and the princess seems like the perfect candidate." Anthony declares as Benedict laughs. "I knew you'd come around brother! So it's settled then swoon the stuck up princess and make her fall in love with you and you'll be beside her on the throne in no time!" He says.

"Doesn't that seem a bit...wrong?" Daphne says softly. "I mean she is still just a girl...." She says. "Oh nonsense sister you need not worry it's not like she'll ever find out anyway, it'll be fine!" Benedict says.

Daphne thinks it's wrong? Anthony thinks to himself. It may be a bit dishonest but she was rude to him first! And this opportunity for him and his family name is to good to pass up on. He thinks to himself.

"Well luckily for you the Queen is hosting a ball tomorrow at her Palace and our family already received a formal invitation." Violet says. "Perfect then, the plan is officially set in motion!" Benedict and Colin chuckle as Eloise scoffs. "Bastards..." She mutters under her breath.

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Impossible Standards

Chapter 1

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

"Why is this so difficult?" Anthony groans as yet another debutant has yet to meet his expectations, unable to live up to the standards he is requiring for his future Lady Bridgerton. He wasn't actually looking for his true love but would he ever admit that? Of course not, but Anthony doesn't need his one true love he just needs a suitable wife. "How is it possible to not find one fitting lady in a room practically filled to the brim with them?" He says, not realizing that someone is watching him with a close eye.

You scoff as you take a sip of your champagne. It's not that difficult it's just that you have impossible standards and expectations...cabrón" You mutter under your breath.

Excuse me? Anthony whips his head around as his breath catches in his throat, you were absolutely breathtaking. Your long sparkly blue dress encrusted with small singular diamonds, and your hair long and flowy falling past your shoulders. Impossible standards? He scoffs, quickly maintaining his composure.

Yes Impossible, you expect these girls to just be perfect and to just follow your every word and fall at your feet? You scoff. You have not set these standards because you actually care about them. You have done it merely so you can have an excuse to not really settle down, because judging from your looks I take it you tend to think your all that don't you? And I bet you'd love to keep screwing around...gosh you don't deserve a single woman in this room. You say bluntly as you chug down your last gulps of champagne.

Anthony looks at you shocked. His blue eyes narrow in anger as he scowls at you. You little....His lips curl with disgust. You have no idea what your talking about! It's none of your concern. He says irritated.

Your right it may not be but gosh is it fun to watch you squirm! As you try to convince yourself that your so superior. You laugh.

You might have been the most infuriating woman he's ever met in his life...but yet you were so direct, so bold, so damn beautiful, and so immune to him. You lit up the entire room as you spoke, as everything and everyone around him faded into nothingness. It was just you both in that moment. Anthony thought to himself for a moment. Is she trying to set me off? Does she enjoy angering me? Why is she so honest with me?

Anthony unconsciously reaches for your hand when you quickly swat him away. Watch your hand my lord or I will break it. You say serious as Anthony laughs. You break my hand? Seriously? He questions. Let's just say I was taught how to properly defend myself. You say while smirking.

You scoff as you set down your glass on a nearby table and glance back over at Anthony. This ball is quite boring now and your getting on my nerves....I shall bid you goodnight my lord. You start to walk away as Anthony shouts out. Wait! He says in a low yet commanding tone. I would definitely love to see you in a fight, At least tell me your name... You chuckle. y/n...y/n l/n, Remember my name...something tells me this won't be the only time we'll cross paths my lord.

Anthony smiled at her taunt as she exited in her beautiful show of self confidence. He already couldn't get her out of his head, it's like she was plaguing his mind. He wondered if he would ever see her again to see if he could see beyond the mask she was wearing...something telling him that there was more to her than what just meets the eye.