#anne and kitty say its a problem
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First Encounter
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Fandom: Ensemble Stars
Characters: Ritsu Sakuma, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Nyeli (by @watersofcamelot)
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Ritsu really didn’t know what was so special about him. Day in and out there was a tiny being following him, something chibi like with cat ears and a cat tail matching its black hair and some nubs while wearing casual clothes in its size: A blue hoodie and some shorts and shoes. Nothing out of the ordinary but still, that this ‘cat’ even had clothes its size. It was more surprising than anything, nothing more. And the fact of the matter was that this cat had followed Ritsu ever since wherever he went. May it be to school, practice or idol work. The cat would just appear before tapping eagerly over to the young man and climb up to his head, getting comfortable. That or going up to his shoulder to demand pats. Or occupying the lap. Either way, the cat was always there, right at Ritsu’s side and he didn’t know what to make of it. It had him somewhat confused at first. What did the cat want from him? Why was he so attached, to the point he may as well glue himself onto the idol and never let go. Just what and why? He asked himself that ever since meeting this cat. But he wouldn’t get an answer so easily. All this tiny one repeated was one simple word… “Papa”. Over and over. “Papa”.
It had led to some misunderstandings but Ritsu just barely managed to prevent the worst. Otherwise Su–Chan might have been on his tail for causing problems. Though other than that Su–Chan really liked the new cat companion it seems, not minding him at all.
Secchan however, wasn't all too happy. In fact he would glare before just turning away and deciding to ignore the little one’s presence altogether. It was odd, as if something had been rubbing him the wrong way ever since the little one came here.
The only ones who were more than delighted to have the little fella around were Naru–Chan and Tsukip, both often playing with the tiny cat whenever the time. They didn’t mind him, at all, and accepted him fairly quickly. Tsukip even declared him ‘Knight’s Mascot’, an official member of the group. The cat? He was happy of course and seemed to be eager, somewhat excited even. Though of course it was not officially stated, it would cause an uproar. And who knows what the agency might say…
The name of the cat? One would think the unit named it, or at least Ritsu, but he had already come with a name. “Nyeli” he once said. Maybe he had an owner? Who can say for certain.
For now though, it was all too clear what Ritsu had to do, play along. At first it was almost a pain, both he and Nyeli having had some arguments here and there, mainly concerning his blanket. He wanted to sleep on it, but Ritsu didn’t exactly like it though and snatched it away. Though they soon found a solution for that, both used it at this point. And that was pretty much the only argument they had, everything else had been smooth sailing.
Ritsu’s confusion had soon turned into something he didn’t hate. Having Nyeli around was actually pleasant, he didn’t mind it all too much in the end. He even got used to the role of ‘Papa’, something Nyeli insisted on. While not sure if he should call himself that he could at least play along. The kitty seems more than happy.
Even right now when both were outside, the young man had intended to enjoy the night breeze for a moment. Next to it being dark it was also nice and cool, the perfect refreshment after a hot, sunny day. It was peaceful, to say the least. Even the usual energetic little cat was at peace, having nuzzled onto Ritsu’s lap while snoring peacefully. While it didn’t allow the young man to lay down himself he didn’t mind all too much in the end, even smiling lightly. It was tempting to doze off, admittingly, yet he didn’t allow himself to do that just yet. After all, sleeping while sitting can be rather uncomfortable.He preferred laying down but he didn’t want to wake Nyeli up all the same. Last time that happened he only clutched onto Ritsu’s leg non stop, shaking like a leaf. So it was best to not wake him up, at least not too suddenly.
And usually this moment wouldn’t have been anything special, just a regular evening. But that night, it had not been the case. No one could have seen this coming and honestly no one could really tell. There were search efforts to look if someone happened to have lost a ‘stray cat’ but nothing showed up. That was until now when the raven haired male heard a feminine voice shouting: “ Nyeli!? Nyeli! Wo bist du!? ”
Ritsu didn’t understand most of this. It was a language he was rather unfamiliar with. It sounded soft yet also concerned. He couldn’t tell who it was, the voice being rather unfamiliar. There was only one thing he understood, the name. ‘Nyeli’, someone is looking for him after all. Though maybe not too much of a surprise in itself. What are the chances that this person would show up here when he was here too with said cat?
Steps came closer and closer and the voice kept on yelling ‘Nyeli!’ for a few times, not stopping. One quick glance down revealed also somewhat that this voice sounded familiar to the cat, him wagging his ears curiously in his sleep before opening his eyes slowly. He looked all drowsy, half asleep at first yet the more he heard the voice the more awake he became. It reached a point where Nyeli suddenly jumped up, right on the lap before right down. This had Ritsu caught off guard and he got up, wanting to retrieve the cat but couldn’t. Or rather he wouldn’t when having finally turned to see who the voice belonged to, yet even when coming face to face with said person it didn’t ring a bell.Though he had a feeling that he saw them before.
It appeared to be a young woman, maybe around his age, with short brown and somewhat messy hair. Her clothing style was simple, having a white shirt and some black pants. Beneath the shirt she wore a black undershirt. Overall not a colorful combination yet her green eyes seemed to give her some color. On top of that she was also wearing glasses. The average build though slightly taller than a Japanese woman.A foreigner? Most likely, given she spoke in a way he couldn’t exactly understand, at least not word by word.
And while she was unfamiliar to him at the time it appears that Nyeli knew who this was. He tapped over fairly quickly, like an eager kid who is running up to a visiting relative, before hopping right up, then adding: “Annya Annya!”
The moment he hopped up ‘Annya' caught him right away, him clutching onto her with a wide smile and non stop wagging ears. She herself looked more relieved than anything yet also concerned.
“ Nyeli! Ich habe dich überall gesucht! Wo warst du die letzten Tage!? ”
She said… Something? Though she sounded scolding at the very least, just about what. Ritsu did not understand, at least not yet, though it seems Nyeli knew exactly what she meant. Because he pointed right to the side, trying to make her focus on the young man.
“Papa Papa! Nye! Nye nye nye!” He explained as she slowly turned her gaze towards Ritsu. She stared for a few moments before seeming to grow stiff for a second, then turning back to Nyeli in somewhat of a shock but trying to stay calm.
“P… Papa? He?”
“Nye!” He added with an eager nod, making ‘Annya’ turn back to the male in question and staring for a little bit longer, still surprised. Ritsu only looked right back at her, a little confused at first. Was something on his face? No, that was not it probably. At least he didn’t think so. She seemed tense, at least somewhat for a short while but he spotted her relaxing soon enough. He could only wonder what was going on in her mind for that short period of time yet she decided to approach him, the few steps they were far apart at least.
She then suddenly bowed from one moment to the next, still holding Nyeli in her arms, adding: “I’m sorry! No troubles, right!?”
Her way of speaking sounded too broken, a little insecure even, but he seemed to be able to piece together what she wanted to convey. As funny as it sounded. Unlike her he remained calm at the very least, responding: “It’s fine, really. You don’t have to apologize for anything.”
Hearing that made her lift herself up shortly after, though somewhat surprised it seems. It even had Nyeli confused if the look in his eyes said anything.
“R… Really? No troubles then?” She asked, more soft spoken than before. Ritsu nodded which was shortly followed by a sigh of relief from the woman’s mouth.
“Glad to hear. Really.”
“Don’t worry, he’s a good cat at heart.” Ritsu wanted to calm the mood a little, given the air had almost gotten embarrassingly tense between the two. So he reassured her if she still had any doubts. “Say, does he belong to you?”
“Huh? W… Well… Uhm…” He only heard her say, either thinking about her words or not sure how to answer that. Was it that complicated? Maybe he should have used even simpler words, like—
“Nye! Sisnya Annya!” They both heard Nyeli suddenly say, both of them turning to him for a moment to spot the cat’s eager expression. He was more than certain and didn’t mind it at all. ‘Sisnya’ huh?
“Ah, the big sister?” Ritsu repeated with a light smile which was met with a nod by Nyeli.
“Uhm… Yeah, basically…” Even the woman agreed. “Something like that…”
“Nice to meet you then.”
“N… Nice to meet you too! And… Thank you very much!”
“Thanks?” He repeated, at first confused though she explained it, somewhat. Something about taking care, then asking if it was him. Oh, that, he nearly forgot honestly. It has been a bit long that Nyeli being around became somewhat of a normal occurrence. Ritsu started to no longer see it as taking care of him. It was as if he had always done so, so it slipped his mind.
“Right. You’re welcome… Uhm… Annya–Chan?”
“Ah— That… Is Nyeli’s way of saying… Uhm…” She began, nearly tripping over her words there but got herself to calm down, then responding: “My name is Anja–Sophia. But… Just call me Ann, please.”
“Ann–Chan… Alright, will do.”
“Thank you Sakuma–San.”
Huh? Sakuma–San? She already knew who he was? He did not expect that exactly so he found himself asking: “Wait, are you a fan?”
“Fan?” She repeated, at first confused before shaking her head quickly, perhaps just now realizing what she had said, a little embarrassed by it. “No no no! It’s not like that!”She began explaining, as if it were a bad thing. He never said it would have been if she were a fan so maybe she is just taking this the wrong way in the end? Possible. No, most likely. “I… Just working… Starting I mean! At ES and… Uhm… Bulletin boards! Advertisements! Posters! Member of Knights!”
At that point she was just throwing words together with Ritsu at first not being sure what to make of this. Though he caught on midway through, she had seen his face and heard of his name in passing. That makes sense too. Yet she tried to explain more, how she could know him and thus he had to stop her shortly after by interrupting her.
“I understand, no need to continue.”
This silenced her from one moment to the next, looking at him with a beet red face. Yeah, she was totally embarrassed right now.
“I… Apologies! Didn’t want to… Be rude! Yeah! I’m sorry!”
She is apologizing a lot, isn’t she? “No big deal. I should expect to get recognized from time to time.” He assured her, trying to stay calm. “But at least call me by my first name, would you?”
“Eh!? But you’re a—”
“I don’t mind, really.”
He stayed calm but that also could have been due to some drowsiness kicking in. It wasn’t exhausting per se, it just happened. Though maybe that was what kept her from collapsing, or something like that. Given all the stutters he’s surprised that she can still hold a conversation. As for how he didn’t know she was a staff member… He didn’t usually concern himself with that, taking more naps if anything. He had to function during the day after all so it didn’t cross his mind. Besides, there were so many staff members, it was impossible to know everyone, right?
“If you say so. Is Ritsu–San ok?”
“Sure, go on.”
“Thank you. And sorry for.. Time, taking it up and stuff.”
“You should apologize less, you know.” He only knew her for a short moment but this was already getting a bit of a pain. She wasn’t impolite but the constant apologies. How many did she already make in those few minutes?
“Hah!? Did I— I’m so—”
“Don’t even finish that.”
“Uh… Y… Yeah.” And after that a moment of silence kicked in, even Nyeli stayed quiet for the time being. No one moved or said a word but it seems Ann couldn’t bear it. Thus she was about to turn. “A… Anyway… We’ll get go…”
“NYE! NYENENYE! NYEEE!” Before that could even be finished however Nyeli was suddenly screaming like a cat would, even wiggling in Ann’s grasp. It had her caught off guard, nearly dropping him though holding him tighter as well. Both of them were in somewhat of a shock, not having expected that reaction. The small cat even pouted as a result. “Papa! Papa Papa! Nye!”
“Eh? Ny… Nyeli was—”
“Papa nye! Papa!”
No one would even understand a word now, given this was not accompanied by gestures. Though it was not hard for Ritsu to tell and perhaps Ann caught on quickly herself. Because she was the first one who brought it up, though surprised.
“Staying by Ritsu–San? But—”
“Nye!” Of course he would be pouty and stubborn, not allowing her to leave. Nothing would technically stop her but she decided not to take leave regardless, perhaps knowing of the consequences if she did.
“ Nyeli, er ist bestimmt beschäftigt. Wir sollten —”
“NYE!” And as if a sudden burst of energy overcame the cat he broke free from the grasp, jumped down and dashed over to Ritsu, clinging onto his leg while facing his big sister, even with teary eyes. During this time Ritsu could do not much but to stand in shock for a moment. While nothing new from Nyeli it was always surprising when it happened as these moments usually came out of literal nowhere.
“Nyeli! Du kannst nicht einfach so entscheiden! Komm’ her!”
It seems that she is scolding him, given her tone and how her gaze was slightly narrowing at the cat. Someone had to do something and that someone would of course be Ritsu.
“It’s fine actually, I don’t mind.” He responded which made her look up at him in surprise, all while the cat was clinging onto his leg. “If he wants to stay, he can.”
“B… But—”
“I don’t think the others will mind, so don’t worry about it too much. Besides, you two can always visit each other, can’t you?”
He tried to reassure her, wanting her to know that she didn’t need to concern herself with any thought she might have. If it did much was unclear but she seemed to overthink her reaction for a moment. Even the cat was looking at her eagerly, as if waiting for the response and finally it seems that she gave in, although hesitantly.
“A… Alright. If it’s ok. But if too much—”
“Yeah, I’ll let you know.”
“Thanks. And a—”
“No more apologizing, please.”
“Eh!? But—”
Yet before this could be finished they both heard a purr and when looking down yet again one could see a happy cat nuzzling against his ‘Papa’, accompanied with happy ear wagging. All conversations came to a halt… Then again, it was just the three of them actually. Regardless, it seems to have put her at ease, finally, nodding the decision off with a light smile before turning back.
“I’ll leave it to you then Ritsu–San.”
“Yes yes, don’t wo—”
“But there’re some thing about Nyeli… Please listen!”
She had him caught off guard last minute but it was something she insisted on him listening to, much to Ritsu’s own dismay. She was like some over worried sister but he listened for a while… He thinks. It could be that he fell asleep in the middle. It wouldn’t be too surprising.
Regardless, this was how the two of them had met. It was mundane and nothing special at first for either of them and especially Ritsu had not put too much thought into it. Though somehow it was just the start of their own friendship. And technically it was all thanks to the smoll.
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Vanilla-Okumura
Oh, yeah this arc. I like Morgana. I just get PTSD from Okumura's battle. I hated doing the song in Dancing.
"Stress is the enemy of beauty". 🤣🤣 I can see Sae pulling this out later on.
Unvoiced conversation.
Help Futaba get rid of her unease. I want to say its worded differently in Royal, but I don't remember.
Ohya's boss sucks.
Unvoiced conversation. Pretty big one too. You would think it would be voiced.
I like to throw Yusuke under the bus.
Unvoiced conversation.
Ann and Ryuji, the blond extrovert twins.
"Don't worry about it". As he asks for the guy's personal info. Honestly, how fucking charming/trustworthy is Ren? I'd be kinda suspicious if a dude asked me for the full name of my problem and told me not to worry. I'd think I was about to be caught up in a murder charge.
Unvoiced conversation. Again, another big one.
Unvoiced conversation. Big one.
I love Futaba scaring that fuck head.
Does anybody actually use Fate Reading?
Unvoiced conversation.
I love how they just bought her a swimsuit without knowing her taste or size.
Batting cages aren't open at night.
I never knew what that building was I thought it was an office building, not a movie theatre.
I worked at the Beef Bowl twice and never went back. I got my precision elsewhere.
Unvoiced conversation. Eternal Lockpick became Perma Pick.
Kawakami doesn't ask questions, she just makes a lock pick and other things for you. 🤣🤣
No wonder I forgot Akechi has a first name. He barely says his first name.
Trauma dump and rank up.
I love how there's two pronunciations of Medjed, depending on the person.
It's more flirty when it's not an auto rank-up.
Futaba's trying to drag poor Sojiro outside.🤣🤣
Me and my brother used to light the Smoke Bombs and run through the smoke. Probably not the best idea.
They're going to light the basket on fire. And kill Morgana.
You don't need a stat requirement to work at Crossroads? Kind-3, Precision-3
Lala's not voiced.
I would love it if he cross dressed. Morgana speaking the truth.
I swear in Royal there's four customers you can choose from. There is they added an Office Worker who gives you knowledge.
You only get 5,400 Yen (38.67 Dollars) for a Sunday😨😨. In Royal, it's 12,000 Yen (84.59)🤑🤑.
No mention of Sundays being the day to work.
Christ sakes, Ren 😋😋🥵🥵
I like how Makoto's top has kitty paws on the straps.
I love how Ann pulls one over on Ryuji.
I'd die if Ren look at me like that. Like I'd be a puddle.😍😍
I don't think Ren has any trouble stealing hearts.
Unvoiced conversation.
Yusuke and his lobsters🤣🤣
I like how in the anime, Ren asks if he has enough money for the train home.
Unvoiced conversation.
like how they know they're in high school, but they still hit on them. 😠😠
Unvoiced conversation.
I can only imagine what Futaba hears.
Ryuji needs to stop putting his foot in his mouth.
Does Ren not like to type?
Unvoiced conversation.
No, not human Morgana 🙅🏻♀️🙅🏻♀️.
Don't you get Harisen Recover at R.6?
I never knew he grunted/thinking noises if you stayed on the map too long. Honestly, I thought it was some sort of intestinal distress. I also didn't know they moved it outside, to the city in Strikers. I heard it one night when I was alone. Scared the shit out of me. Took me three times of hearing it to figure out what it was. Look, I'm happy they're giving Xander lines, but can they give him more than simple sentences and sound bites? I ain't saying he has to read the phone book, unless that's a key story beat.😋😋😍😍 But I wouldn't mind more lines. Let's hope Tactica gives some new lines, or at least said in a new way.
The fountain pen was sold in Shinjuku?
think they changed the descriptions for the 2nd tier Personas new moves.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
120,000 Yen=849.55 Dollars.
Unvoiced conversation.
Unvoiced conversation.
I love how Sojiro doesn't care that you take Morgana to school.
Unvoiced conversation.
So Kin-Ki lost his Psychic weakness.
I think they made Ren faster.
I love driving down every floor of Mementos.
Sneezing while frozen is an accomplishment.
High Counter used to be called Counterstrike.
Hole Gold🤨🤨
I confuse Neko Shogun and Nekomata for some reason.
I think when most of your team is statused. The AI should prioritize whoever can hit a weakness, or Ren. Because a dead leader is game over.
I didn't know in my first playthrough, that Harisen Recover worked on all teammates. I thought it was only you. Imagine my surprise the first time it activated for someone else.
He's going to backhand somebody one day.
I know it's the game keeping you from doing things. But damn, Morgana rules with an iron fist.
Slight different question. Macadamia nuts are expansive.
As much as I don't like Kawakami. I do hate that her romance response is delayed. When I romanced her to get the award. I thought I messed up and didn't hit a romance flag. (Like Takemi or Chihaya). I get why but, it still made me think I messed up.
Mishima used to text you after every completed Mementos Mission?🙃🙃
Softer "yes" after you help Kawakami. Royal's is a bit louder.
Dude, you pay so much more money for the Big Bang 🍔 challenge in the morning. I mean I'd heard that you pay more but not 700 and then 1,000 Yen more.
Ren's going to drop dead of a heart attack.
Unvoiced conversation.
I love how if you lose at the crane game enough. Morgana won't let you play it anymore that day.
I hated going to the Maid Cafe. 🙅🏻♀️🙅🏻♀️
Was there always a conversation on the night of 9/6?
I thought when you're on probation that you can't leave the country. Or is that house arrest?
Unvoiced conversation.
They moved the picture to after they get to Hawaii.
Sexy pics are a no go.
When they question how long you're staying and why. It sounds like they don't want you there. Reminds me of when sales people bug me too much in a store. I'll walk right out. Although, you can't get back on the plane.
I'd rather room with Ryuji than Mishima.
These trips seem like they're PR for the school.
"The good-looking one". Okay Mishima.👌🏻
Unvoiced conversation.
Random Yusuke.
Unvoiced conversation.
I don't think Ren is a big photo guy.
Unvoiced conversation.
I love the lei loading scene.
Wouldn't it be funny if Ryuji's roommate's girlfriend was Ann's roommate?🤣🤣
They never thought of sharing.
I love how all those options apply to Akechi.
I don't think "I don't have a type" is in Royal.
Poor Mishima. The tap water thing is Mexico. Not the US.
Think Hawaii's boring. Try Hawaii without much voice acting.
"You'll get fat". Dude is cruisin' for a bruising.
Are Garlic Shrimp really foreign? They sell them at restaurants over here in the US. I can't imagine it's hard to make.
Unvoiced conversation.
I'm sure Mishima could get a girlfriend if he didn't seem like an incel. That and the fact that I think if a girl hugged him he'd cream his pants.
Unvoiced conversation.
"Secret lover coming after me with an axe".🤣🤣
As funny as that is they don't know that they met Haru, yet.
Also, are the localizers British? They just stuck the gift scene in there. Bye, potato 👋🏻👋🏻
Morgana should talk to him. I know Ren would listen.
"Here's your gift". 🎁 "Your principal's dead".🤨🙄 Nice greeting. Why would they care?
Morgana's at fault because he doesn't talk about his problems. Ryuji's at fault because he repeatedly calls Morgana useless and says Makoto and Futaba are better than him. He gets impatient when they stake out Mementos. Then he says "We don't care if you're useless". 🦶=👄
Unvoiced conversation.
That's because the principal sucked.
Cute Akechi face x4.
Unvoiced conversation.
I love how Ren and Futaba are the only ones worried about Morgana.
Different question.
They added the Morgana lives here things in Royal. Claw marks on the table leg. Paw prints in the dust. I think there's one more, but I don't remember it.
Different sound for the holographic screens.
I love this scene in the anime. Ren's line is 😋😋😍😍 "It means to help the weak and dethrone the mighty".
Women can be evil too, Ryuji.
YouTube comments led me to believe Haru was the black mask.
Different question.
I've lost track of where Ren was in the Mementos scenes. Because he's allergic to colour. I mean sure he looks drop-dead gorgeous, but he also blends in.
Foot meet mouth.
So help me God, Ryuji. We were so close.
Ann so should've smacked him.
I think he jumps out of the way faster in Royal.
Unvoiced conversation.
Did they change Haru's dad's voice?
There's no turning back now. Jesus, does the game expect us to marry and have kids with whoever you date? Hasn't they ever heard of breaking up?
"You'll be awarded an extraordinary gift". Yeah, a trip to the hospital for bypass surgery or a trip to the morgue.
Different question.
No chest to the left when you enter.
Black Ooze in Okumura's? I mean it makes sense but...
Smarf man.
What a creep.
I wish you could choose who it kicks out when you get a new teammate.
There's a sound when you hit the safe room doors? Maybe my fan's just too loud.
Different layout.
How is there like nowhere to hide?
Munching on sweets? Oh! Are they talking about the real-life counterparts?
If Queen's Necklace is weak to Gun. Then what is Koh-I-Noor weak to?
We're burglars🤨🤨
He was alone where did the other two come from?
New cut scene.
Haru has 6 Ammo!? Why does it go down to 1 in Royal?
I like the way they did the eavesdropping sections.
Yusuke learns Counterstrike way later in Royal. Like 2 whole palaces later.
"We're not far".🤬🤬 It takes so long to get there.
Different layout.
The robot's bopping to the music.
Different layout.
Unvoiced conversation.
Lilim is weak to Gun, Wind and Bless?
I've never seen a Treasure Demon that knows healing moves or buffs/debuffs.
Different layout.
Different colours for the hydraulic presses.
Different sounds for them too.
Koh-I-Noor has no weakness?
No lasers. Different layout.
I always thought Ryuji's 2nd tier Persona had an "N" at the end.
The urge to use every Persona, just so I can hear his voice. 😋😋
Different sounds for breaking the arms.
I didn't know you could pause the timer by opening the menu.
Unvoiced conversation.
No lasers.
Unvoiced conversation.
I don't like the airlock puzzle. But at least you get a nice view. 😏😏
Scathath? I don't see her till Maruki in Royal.
Different switch noise.
Different layout.
Really wish they gave the option to leave directly after clearing a path to the treasure. They stopped doing that after Madarame.
Wait, you could get an invitation for the next day even if you went to the palace that day? In Royal, that doesn't work even if you use Kawakami. That's why you do Futaba as soon as it opens. So, you can get the aquarium date.
Mishima definitely creamed his pants.
Even Chihaya knows Mishima isn't your friend. 🤣🤣 I've never gotten that scene because I'm always battling Okumura. They straight up just leave him. 🤣🤣
Takemi used to sell Homunculus?
Unvoiced conversation.
Doesn't tell you how many items you can make.
3 categories instead of 2.
Elemental throwables were grouped together.
Couldn't make multiple at once.
Different question.
I don't like Life Will Change instrumental.
Taking the long way around.
No enemy there.
Oh yeah, we have to go the long way.
No dialogue after you hit the door.
So, a minute in Vanilla versus roughly 20 secs in Royal. Although, you do miss out on a chest. But it's nothing that game-breaking.
There's no way this dude would change. He's better off dead.
"I will crush you all". More like you'll use other people as cannon fodder. 🤬🤬
Why does the timer still run when the dialogue's going? I mean it's like seconds, but still.
I like how he backflips.
You have to do this without Haru's baton pass. 😨😨🤬🤬
Mix of robots makes it a bit harder.
Okay, he does add more if you don't beat all of them.
No targeting specific people.
Same number of waves.
I hate the Executive.
"I need sushi". 🤣🤣
The first time I used Izanagi-No-Okumi-Piacaro. The second I used Magatsu-Izanagi. Third and fourth I shot him.
He has a lot more health in Vanilla.
You could take him on at LV.40-42? In Royal, you should be at least 44-45 or higher.
"He'll be fine". 🤣🤣 If dead means fine, then sure. He'll be fine.
What made him change?
Unvoiced conversation.
Added a question to Iwai's R.1.
Unvoiced conversation.
You could get skill cards out of chests in Mementos?
Added a question to Shinya's R.1.
I like Shinya.
Different question.
When Bullet Hail activates the camera angle changes slightly. Same for Treasure Demons, although there's a bit of pause when that happens. It pauses a bit with Disaster Shadows too.
Depending on how much money you have. Getting 100K Yen could potentially help you.
"Just make sure no one sees you". Sure Morgana, nobody's going to see me building bombs and lock picks in class.
"Please leave". 🤣🤣 Look I know Akechi reads more as a yandere in Vanilla, but holy shit. 🤣🤣
Even though Chihaya's older than you. Her romance is pretty cute.
Slightly different question.
I love all the Sonic references.
Morgana doesn't tell you if there's any targets left in the area. Nor does he tell you about where they are. You just have to keep going down and wait till he says something at the start.
Treasure Demons Null all elements they're not weak to. I've only seen that in Strikers, on Merciless. In Royal, they resist.
Also, Stone Of Scone is weak to curse, not fire.
Orlov is weak to curse and found in Sae's Palace.
Different question.
"You're always free". Damn, Futaba.🤣🤣 Poor man has to solve the whole of Tokyo's problems+save the world and you deliver that sick of a burn.
"It's not like there's any customers here". 🤣🤣
"You just had to get close to me". 🙄🙄 Dude, you're the one who wouldn't leave me alone! I've been trying to stay away from you!
"Please leave"x2
They moved Mishima-Dome Town back from 10-9 to 11-3. I've taken that meeting once. I wanted points on Shinya.
They turned 10-10 into a normal hangout. In Royal, you go to Nakano and meet Iwai.
Slightly different question.
"Oh please, give me a break". 🤣🤣 I love the way he says that.
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what i think a lot of people miss about the nori sooraya scenes is that theyre a lot more nuanced than other xmen characters being written as bigots by white men kitty said the n word three times bc they writer wanted to say the n word nori said these things bc the writer wanted to sexualise a 16 yr old east asian girl (this is an on going issue for nori theought nxm) and in my opinion while the way this is written isnt as obviously harmful than the islamaphobia its not right to leave this out of the conversation
I don’t think the scene was so much about sexualizing Nori, but commentating on a very real problem in the early 2000’s….
The current generation forgets there was A LOT of Islamophobia going around after 9/11 and the Iraq war. During that time, even reputable news channels were spouting off about the “dangers of the Koran” and Muslim women being oppressed.
Even Democratic candidates fed into this white first world western feminism narrative- because they didn’t want to seem “unpatriotic”.
There’s a reason the Iraq war was able to pass during this time period despite there being no evidence of WOMD, the Patriot Act became a thing, tons of money was dumped into defenses, and the TSA was essentially able to target certain individuals flying into America- and it’s because there was a TON of propaganda going around.
Honestly the Regan era and the 2000’s/Bush era were the creation of most of the current problems we have now.
The era was completely different; there wasn’t really political questioning happening at a large scale because no one wanted to question a tragedy (or seem like Ann Coulter, who was at the time accusing 9/11 widows of milking their spouses deaths for press). Hell, the Dixie Chicks basically got their careers tanked over calling out Bush.
Obviously this changed during Bush’s second term and the war became more unpopular, but around 2004 when Academy X started and Iraq was in its first year- there wasn’t a lot of discourse and if there was…. It was typically written off as “unpatriotic”. Noriko HAVING this view WASN’T shocking in 2004…because a lot of people did. It was a viewpoint that was advertised CONSTANTLY on the news.
It’s shocking now because we talk regularly about intersectional feminism in our social spheres. People HAVE better access to critical intersectional feminist theory in media and schools, where before you really didn’t get into that kind of thing until college.
As I said in my write up- teenagers often when first dipping their toes into feminism, do it under a white woman lens, because that’s the predominant feminism out there. That’s changing- thankfully- but I really DON’T get holding a teenager to making that mistake during an era that heavily enabled white woman feminism and was pumping out Islamophobia…
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I was going through my Google Docs looking for something to submit to my school’s writing contest (and came up with nothing because the only somewhat good works are about reincarnated Tudor Queens that need lots of context to make sense but that’s not the point) and stumbled upon an unfinished draft of a work for my ‘Married Age AU’.
By the way things are going, there’s a good chance that it’ll never turn into a fully fledged fic, but I thought I’d share what I’d had written just for fun below the cut. It ends rather abruptly, so I apologize for that, and its completely unedited, but its just for fun!
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“Okay...” said the interviewer, glancing from Queen to Queen, “Let me get this straight. You’re Anne Boleyn?” He pointed to the tallest woman in front of him, who nodded, smiling widely as she leaned casually back into the couch.
“Right.” The man nodded, still looking a bit confused. “Well, I would just like to say that I am so honored that you chose my history channel for your first public appearance. Ever since you contacted us, I’ve been so excited to meet you.”
“That’s wonderful!” The blond woman leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Honestly, Chris, we were hesitant to do an interview, but you seemed very interested in representing us genuinely.”
“We do! I believe Henry’s wives, well- you, have been represented so poorly by history. I would like to try to do you justice. Though-” he paused awkwardly, glancing towards the couch on his left, “I certainly expect you to be so- young.”
“Yeah,” Anne chuckled, looking at the teenagers on her left, “Neither did we.”
“Alright, now that the shock has worn off, can we do introductions again? For my sake?”
“Of course. From left to right then- your left, not our left, obviously, that wouldn’t be very-”
“Whoa Jane,” Anne interrupted, “I think he gets it.”
“Right. Sorry.” Jane nodded, sinking back into the couch. Anne watched her, expression morphing from annoyance to concern, then looked back at Chris.
“On the end is Catherine of Aragon, aka Catalina.” Catalina waved sharply, then quickly crossed her arms firmly across her chest.
“I must say, that was the biggest surprise.” Chris looked the Queen up and down, still marveling at her small stature. “Exactly how old are you?”
“....”
“Catalina,” Anne warned, and the teenager rolled her eyes.
“I’m fifteen.”
“And are you... mentally fifteen? Or...?”
“Oh, no. That would be too easy.” Lina scoffed, shaking her head. “No, I have all my memories of my old life. Physically, though, I’m fifteen.”
“That sounds like it could be quite annoying,” Chris mused sympathetically. Catalina nodded emphatically.
“You don’t know the half of it!”
“Anyway...” Anne cut in before Catalina could continue on her usual rant, “We figure that we were reincarnated at the age we were when we first married. For most of us, that’s when we married Henry, but Lina and Cathy had husbands before him”
Chris nodded, following along attentively as Anne continued down the line.
“So Cathy, Catherine Parr, she’s seventeen-” Cathy nodded minutely, biting her lip nervously, “-Katherine Howard, Kitty, she’s sixteen-” Kitty attempted a genuine smile, then glanced away quickly, “-and then Jane and I, we’re twenty-eight, but I’m older, and Anna of Cleves, she’s-”
“I can introduce myself,” Anna interjected. “I’m twenty-five.”
“Right. Yeah.” Anne nodded awkwardly. “So... that’s us.”
“It’s really a pleasure to meet you, Queens. This is just a preliminary meeting, but I would like to get to know you better. I have to leave at 3, but I have some questions I’d like you to answer before I return, if that works with you.”
“That sounds amazing, thank you so much.” Anne smiled widely, reaching her hand out for Chris to shake.
“My pleasure.” Chris closed his notebook firmly, shoving it into his bag. “Here.” He handed them each a paper. “Answer these questions in a paragraph or so, please.”
“We will,” Anne nodded, taking the paper and glancing it over. “Thank you so much, Chris. We’ll see you next week.” She stood up, leading him to the door.
A few minutes later, after he was gone, she turned back to the other Queens, sinking back into the couch.
“So. I think that went well.”
Nothing but silence in response.
“What?” She turned to the others, smirking slightly. They all looked at her in disbelief. “Seriously!”
“I mean...” Jane started, shrugging, “I guess.”
“So... what’s the problem?” Anne glanced around, frowning at the obvious anxiety on their faces, especially the younger Queens.
“Nothing, really,” Cathy started, fiddling incessantly with her shirt’s collar. “Like... it was fine, I guess.”
“I don’t believe you in the slightest,” Anne deadpanned, raising her eyebrows. Cathy sighed, then looked over to Catalina for her support.
“I think- I think we’re just worried, Anne. Revealing ourselves to the world could be really dangerous.”
Anne considered this for a moment and then sighed, running a hand over her face.
“You’re right. You’re always right, of course, but... I don’t know, I guess I was just hoping that this would help us.”
“It might,” Anna pointed out. “We don’t know anything yet. It literally just happened.”
Anne turned around to look at Anna, then her expression morphed into a small grin.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right too. There’s nothing we can do now except wait.”
The six fell into a comfortable silence, all looking down at their paper. Finally, Anne sighed again.
“Alright, I guess that’s it, ladies. Have those questions answered by next Wednesday.”
The other five quickly agreed, and soon enough, they had all scattered, returning to their daily routine as normal.
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Honestly, it had come as quite a shock to everyone when they had first woken up to find three of the Queens reincarnated as teenagers.
After a bit of research, they had concluded that they had been brought back at the ages they had been before they were first married. For some of them, like Jane and Kitty, it wasn’t that much of an age difference.
For others, like Catalina and Anna, it was a huge change. Catalina especially was not a fan of this new age, especially because she was supposed to be the oldest, and the longer they were alive, the more child-like she became.
It had taken them a few weeks to adjust, especially because Anne and Catalina had an incredibly difficult time settling their differences, made incredibly harder by the fact that the second Queen was almost twice as old as the first. They had avoided each other for the longest time until Anna had decided enough was enough and made them talk.
Since then, it had been a little awkward occasionally, but they almost always got along.
Anne and Jane, on the other hand- that was a whole different story. They were still in the ‘let’s just ignore the clear tension between us and instead just randomly snap at each other over the littlest things’.
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Snow Day
Merry Christmas! I did the @queendomsecretsanta and I got @melancholy-daydreamer . They mentioned that they liked the beheaded cousin’s. So, I thought I’d write them a fic. Anyway enjoy and Merry Christmas
There was something about the chill of a winter’s morning that irritated the skin around Katherine’s neck. These bumps would appear that would itch like crazy. The faded line would be a bright red from her absent minded scratching. She had tried an army of different types of creams, but nothing seemed to work. The best course of action seemed was to just hide it from everyone else. Wearing more turtlenecks and scarves wasn’t unusual with the change of weather, so no one seemed to notice.
Well, almost everyone.
Anne had been dead set on ignoring the strange phenomenon that came with the cooler climate. Why acknowledge a problem when you can just ignore it and, hopefully, the problems go away? It wasn’t until Anne noticed Katherine’s strange behavior that she decided to try to do something.
“Katherine, you up?” Anne swung open Katherine’s door to see the girl curled up under a mountain of blankets.
“What is it, Anne,” Katherine sighed. A head and a flash of faded pink hair poked up from the mound.
“So, I know that we don’t hang out as much as we honestly should and I was wondering…” Anne trailed off as she leaned against the doorframe.
“Wondering, what?”
“If you wanted to go sledding with me? It snowed last night. So, I thought maybe we could put your Christmas present to good use.”
“What Christmas present? You haven’t gotten me anything yet.” A wrapped passage was promptly thrown into her face.
“Yes, I have. Merry Christmas.”
Katherine cautiously opened the gift to find a soft pink scarf with an embroidered K at the ends. She slipped it on and smiled graciously at her cousin.
“Thank you.”
“You can thank me after we have a killer time today. So hurry up and get dressed, for the world is our playground today.”
At some time during the night, the world had been turned whiter than normal. Frost decorated the windows like delicate lace and the snow sparkled like the glitter that had been spilled all over the floor. The sun had cast a gentle glow around the yard that was different from its normal glare.
Katherine strolled outside to see Anne in the middle of the driveway with two circle sleds in her hands.
“Where’d you get the sleds?”
“I found them on the side of the road on my way home last night.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Oh, yeah, so I was driving home. I just sort of glanced over and saw them. And I was like, Kitty would love these, so I grabbed them. They aren’t damaged or anything. Also, I washed them, so we’re good.”
“Okay,” Katherine cautiously took the bright pink sled from her cousin.
“Anyway, I was thinking we could go on that slope over there. It’s a little bit of a walk, but I think it’ll be worth it.” The pair traveled in silence for most of the way. It was kind of hard to keep up a conversation while scrambling up a hill. No, it was much easier to just let the morning wash over them.
At the top of the hill, the girls had a clear view of the land below them. Their house reminded Katherine of the gingerbread houses she had seen in the windows of shops in town. Everything looked so small and adorable.
It was perfect.
“Race you to the bottom!” Anne’s cheerful voice interrupted Katherine’s inner monologue.
“You’re on.”
And so the next hour was a blur of sliding and shouts. There was a sort of lightness in Katty that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She missed having moments like this where she could just stop and breathe. She never wanted this moment to end. It wasn’t until Anne’s legs had started burning from the trek up did they decided to take a break.
They lay in the snow and taking in everything before Anne spoke.
“It itches, doesn’t it?” Katherine turned to look at her cousin in surprise. “Don’t pretend to be shocked. You didn’t do a great job of hiding it.”
“I don’t see why it worries you,” She grumbled.
“You seem to forget that I’m also going through the same thing you are. He chopped off my head too, remember?” Katherine blushed. Normally, she was the one doing the reminding.
“I didn’t want anyone to worry. It’s nothing.”
“You know none of us want to see you suffering, right? Right?” Katherine said nothing.
“Katty,” Anne reached out and grabbed her gloved hand. “I know how hard it is to trust, but believe me, we are nothing like that Thomas prick. All we want is for you to be happy.”
“I know that.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I don’t want your help!” Anne pulled away, startled at her outburst.
“Okay then,” She moved to get up, but Katherine stopped her.
“No. That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“I just,” She stopped, struggling to find the right words, “I don’t want you to see me as some sort of burden. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. I don’t want you to forget it or something. Catherine, Parr, Jane, they all treat me like I’m some sort of child, but I was queen too. I know that you think if you baby as much as possible now, you can erase all of the pain, but it doesn’t work like that.”
“Well then, what can I do?”
“What?” Anne grabbed Katherine and hauled her up.
“What can I do? Even if you don’t want me to baby you, I can still help. And if that bugs you so much, then you can think of it as you helping me because this scar has been a bitch for the past few weeks. At first, I was thinking that it was super dry or something, but lotion changed nothing, I’ll tell you that. Most scarves just sort of weaken it, but then Jane showed me this special yarn that just sort of made it…”
Katherine listened to Anne trail off in a state of semi shock. It was strange. She had gotten so used to brushing off the offers of help from the other girls that Anne’s strange, but charming, insistence was a nice change of pace.
“Hey, Anne?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want it to go inside and have Jane make us some hot chocolate?” Anne grinned and looped her arm in Katherine’s.
“Only if I get all the marshmallows.”
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Tendrils of Regret - Part 1
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My DMCWeek fic, Tendrils of Regret is finally here! I’m really excited about this one and all the follow-up stuff I’ve got cooking up for it! I’ll be posting a chapter a day for the rest of the week around the same time (and bumping them in the evening) so hope ya’ll enjoy :)
You still remember those frightful days, trapped in the body of a demon. You’d been there for a week and a half kept alive by a vine that pierced your body with magic you didn’t understand. Most of the time, you drifted in and out of sleep, alone in the darkness and dreaming of the world you were missing. Other times you were forced to watch as the thing you were playing host to gleefully pierced the hearts of others with its vines and tendrils, sucking away their blood and devouring their life itself. How you trembled with fear, uncertain whether to pray for a rescue or hope for your end.
Then, there was him. The man that became your savior. A tall, tattooed, black-haired man with remarkable demons that sensed who you were. “Well, well!” A talking bird demon said. “There’s a human in here.” When he landed on your demon’s head, you felt him peck it before flying back to the arm of the man. “What’s the plan, V?”
V you thought as the man swung his cane with a low chuckle. “We’ll just have to tear them out.”
Your demon screeched, slamming its vines down around the man. But V just scoffed as he slipped out of the way. A black panther lunged… and that’s all you remembered. When you woke up, you were in his arms with the panther nuzzling your side, a large, rock creature sitting behind him, and a whispered promise; “I’ll protect you.”
And, for the next month, he did. V taught you how to use your new powers that the vine embedded in your chest gave you. He fought alongside you, destroying the vines of that demon tree that nearly destroyed your home. His demons became your friends. You slept by Shadow’s side almost every night, while Griffon cuddled up next to V after complaining that it was “the kitty’s job” almost every time. All five of you had been close- as close as you could be considering how little time you actually had.
Then, one day, he gave you two bracelets made of black cords and a blue rose charm on each. “Hold on to these,” He said. “And when I see you again, you’ll return one to me.” Then, he smiled and kissed your forehead before disappearing for months with no sign of coming home. Another acquaintance of yours, Dante, also disappeared, leaving you, Lady, and Trish to keep Devil May Cry going in his absence.
Not a day went by that you didn’t think of V. But you had to keep moving forward. You couldn’t let your feelings consume you, not when you still had a piece of a demon latched to your heart. Lady and Trish treated you well, though you didn’t miss the occasional pity in their eyes, as if they knew something you didn’t. But you never got a chance to ask, and they never told. All three of you simply worked together under Morrison’s guidance, with you taking all the jobs your powers could handle.
Still, you couldn’t help but feel disconnected from the world. You were missing something important. A piece of your life that you couldn’t get back.
“So what’s it today, Morrison?” Lady said as she hopped on the desk and swiped a piece of pizza. Trish rolled her eyes but took her own slice. You slunk over to the second desk you’d recently bought to store all the paperwork and the blue rose you’d bought a few weeks ago. You touched your hand to the soil, feeling its life pulse in your fingertips. The petals bloomed under your touch, reinvigorated.
“Nothing important today,” Morrison said, waving a letter in the air. “Except some paperwork.” He tossed the envelope and you caught it without looking. “Can you handle that, Rose?”
Rose wasn’t your real name, but you’ve never shared it with them. You were a different person now after you were a part of that demon. You’d never returned to your family, accepting this new life as your own. And Dante had tried plenty of other names - Sunshine. Sugarplum. Little Leaf. Vine Lady. - but it had been V who’d overridden him, calling you “my little rose”. The women had accepted it, and Dante had eventually let his silly nicknames go. “What’s it today, Mori?” You ask, opening the letter. Inside was a stack of letters, bills, and invoices. You click your tongue. “Finances.”
“Yep,” Morrison said. “Your favorite pastime.”
“I’ll take care of it.” You plop down in your seat, tapping the power button of your computer. You’d insisted on getting one of these after Dante left after proclaiming that he was living “in the dark ages”. Trish and Lady had agreed with it, but progress was slow. Dante’s backlog of bills was still a problem that you were trying to solve. But with Lady and Trish’s help, you’d be all caught up in the next few months.
And since you were the only one who lived here, you were very dedicated to making it as comfortable as possible.
You often wondered if Dante would be proud of your work or laugh at you for trying too hard.
“Have you eaten today, Rose?” Lady said after gulping down another slice.
You waved her off. “I have enough sustenance.”
Lady snorted. “Out with the plants again?”
“Gotta keep the vine happy,” You said as you patted your chest. “And it’s not a big fan of pizza.”
“More for us,” Lady said with a grin, but it slipped away as you returned to your work. “Seriously though. You gotta take care of yourself. Can’t have you passing out on us again.”
You frown, not looking up. “That wasn’t my fault.” After V disappeared, you’d be left to navigate your powers alone. What you didn’t realize was that V had been providing a certain sustenance - demonic blood you later found out - and was redirecting a portion towards you through his familiars. Regular food only did so much, and you’d nearly died fighting off a pack of demons. Luckily, both Lady and Trish had been there for that mission and Trish guessed what had gone wrong. Now, you were careful to absorb any demonic essence you could find but often forgot to eat as food was bland and useless now.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
You shrugged. “I’m fine.” And that wasn’t a lie. Not technically. You were fine, just not great. Nights were often lonely without the company, but you never complained. All you had to do was fall asleep at a good time and everything was fine. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Your version of “at a good time” had gotten progressively later as the weeks went on. You often found yourself lingering on the computer, aimlessly searching through things that didn’t interest you for that chance to find one thing that did.
Lady just shook her head, but her smile and relaxed posture returned. “That was almost convincing,” She said with a shrug.
You smiled, glancing up over the monitor. “It’s as close to the truth as I can get.”
Lady hopped off the desk, reaching for Kalina Ann. “May as well patrol,” She said. “As exciting as those finances are…”
You waved her off. “Have fun.”
Lady rolled her eyes. “Always do!”
Then, the door opened.
Your head shot up in surprise. Lady sucked in a sharp breath of surprise. Trish’s eyes narrowed as she leaned against the desk. A man in a red coat walked backward into the office. “... And you’re going to love it,” Dante said as he spun around. His eyes immediately darted between the three of you and he froze, caught between a genuine smile and a look of shock. Behind him stood a man you’d never seen before, but someone that was clearly related to Dante. If his hair were down and his face a little more grizzled, they’d be almost identical. When his gaze fell on you, it was stiff and uncomfortable.
“Hello ladies,” Dante said with an awkward wave. “Long time no see.”
“Seven months!” Lady snapped. “And you gave the deed to Morrison!?” She looked ready to slap him, but you didn’t miss the weary gaze she gave the second man. “You brought him back?”
“Of course,” Dante said with a shrug. “He’s on our side now.”
You blinked. Now? What did that mean? Why wasn’t he before?
Wait…
“Where’s V?” You said, unable to contain the fear in your voice. The second man’s eyes narrowed as Dante’s gaze snapped to you.
“Sunshine…”
“Where is he?” You repeated, standing up. “He went into that tree with you. Why’s he…?” You trailed off, eyes widening. “No…” He couldn’t have… he promised…
“I’m sorry,” Dante said, his tone solemn. No one was looking at you. “But V… well the V you knew is… it’s complicated.”
“The V I knew?” You said. “What do you mean?”
Dante glanced at the girls, his eyes begging for help, but neither of them said a word. “Well you see… my dumbass brother Vergil here…” The other man scoffed, but Dante just glared at him before continuing. “He split himself in two.”
You blinked. “What?”
“His human half,” Dante said, putting his hands to one side. “And his demon half.” He moved to the other. “So V is…” He hesitated, then held both hands out toward Vergil. Wiggling them for extra effect. “Well… Tada!”
You stared at him, mouth agape. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Not one second of it. But the way the other man - Vergil - just stared at him was… disconcerting. This was V… but not V? How was that even possible?
Wait…
“Then what happened to his demon half?”
This time, you didn’t miss the pointed glances Trish and Lady gave each other or the pained look on Dante’s face. Vergil didn’t move, nor had his gaze left yours since he’d walked in the door. You pulled your jacket tight around yourself, trying not to let it bother you. “Well… You know that demon in the tree?” Dante said.
The world seemed to freeze as your mind caught up to what he was saying. You closed your eyes, unable to hide the tears. “You mean… the one who put me in that… thing?”
“Rose...” Lady said.
“Did you know?” You said. A pulse of pain emanated from your chest as everything snapped into focus. The feeling of life nearly overwhelmed you. The rose on your desk. The plants beneath the floorboards. The vines that had yet to dissipate nearby. You could feel them, calling to you. Begging you to set them free. You swallowed, shoving the feeling back down. But you couldn’t stay here; the vine would nag at you until you gave in. And with your emotions breaking down…
“It happened to us too,” Trish said, her tone quieter than you’d ever heard. “But we made it out without… your affliction.”
Affliction. “But V saved me,” She said. “He’s the reason I’m alive… the reason I know how to use this.” She tapped her chest.
“Use what?” Vergil said.
You couldn’t help but glare at him, even through the ever-mounting tears. “You don’t remember?”
Vergil just stared at you and Lady groaned. “Of course not. That would be too simple.”
“Urizen got to her,” Dante said as a matter of fact. “Tied her up in some plant demon and wrapped a vine around her heart. Now she’s got demon powers.” He looked back at you. “And no one’s figured out how to get rid of the thing?”
“Not without killing her,” Trish said.
You choked back a sob, slamming your eyes shut again. No. You could still remember the voice of the demon in your head. That thing that had taken your body as its own host.
You couldn’t do this.
You couldn’t bear to look at him.
You darted for the door. Dante leaped out of the way, but the Vergil just stood there, stopping you short. “Move,” You snapped, glaring at him. His eyes narrowed and his shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t move. More tears slipped down your cheek. “Get out of my way,” You said.
“What was he to you?” He said.
“Shouldn’t you know?” You replied, bitter and resentful. “Since you were him or some nonsense?”
“She and V were close,” Trish said. You didn’t want to hear it, but you didn’t stop her either. “Like sharing the same room close.” You saw Vergil flinch and it only soured your mood even more. How dare he act like that. Did you really mean nothing to him? Did he really forget everything you and his… his what did? His “other self”? His “human half”? Did V even exist anymore? Or were you just stuck with this asshole standing in front of you?
“Move,” You said.
Vergil watched you for a moment longer. His sharp blue eyes were unsettling. The power within you swelled unexpectedly. A harsh desire washed over you. A desire to prove… something. A desire to… to what?
What was happening?
“Rose,” Lady said. “You need to breathe.”
“I need to leave,” You said.
“Come on, Verge,” Dante said. “Let the girl go.”
Finally, Vergil stepped aside and you rushed out into the night.
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Lady found you half an hour later on a low rooftop surrounded by plants you’d raised from the ground before you crawled up there. You pulled more than usual tonight, cocooning yourself in vines covered in small, white flowers, giant sunflowers that had surprised you, and a couple of large roses fueled by your despair. Redgrave was destroyed already. Your plants just made it prettier. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you peered up at the moon through a small opening.
“Can I join you?” Lady said. You hummed noncommittally but tapped your fingers. Two of the vines fell away, opening a small door until she stepped inside. You used to do this with V, as it was a good practice of your control. Of course, you’d only managed a few plants with him. After months of your own practice, you’d gotten much better.
Not that you showed it off to many people.
“It’s okay to be upset,” Lady said as she sat down beside you. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
She didn’t hesitate. “To be honest, we weren’t sure what was going to happen. Dante had left to kill his brother, and V himself was deteriorating… as I’m sure you remember.” You nodded, but you didn’t look at her. “But we should have guessed Dante would find a way to save him. And he sure wouldn’t survive forever away from his beer and pizza.”
“And his friends,” you offered.
Lady snorted, but she smiled. “He was probably happy to be away from us for a while.”
You shrugged. “He’s probably glad to see you both again.” Your gaze lifted back to the moon. “Unlike V… Vergil.” The name was still bitter on your tongue and you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to saying it. You could imagine V right here, telling you the truth. How much you would have laughed with him over the very imaginative name he’d given himself before he would lull you to comfort with poems and Shadow’s purrs. How little you would have cared then. V was V. His own person. The man you…
You sighed. “Now what?”
Lady was silent for a moment, eyes drifting to the moon. “I’m not expecting you to have the same feelings for Vergil that you did for V,” She said. You didn’t look at her as tears threatened to fall again. “V is a part of the whole, yes, but he isn’t… the whole.” Lady sighed. “It’s…”
“Complicated?” You said.
“Something like that,” She said. “Just don’t let him get to you.” She hesitated again, then sighed. “Last time we met… he wasn’t the nicest guy. But maybe he’s changed. Who knows?” She muttered something under her breath, but you only caught the words “I” and “wouldn��t”. Your heart sank at the implication. I wouldn’t trust him.
“What should I do then?” You said. “Just… accept it?”
“I don’t know,” She admitted. “But I wanted you to know that I’ll be here for you, okay? If you need anything, don’t be afraid to come to me.”
You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall. “He’s really gone,” You whisper. As much as you knew V, you didn’t know Vergil. You didn’t even know if you could trust him. The sheer fact that he’d been the demon to seal you away, the very reason you had to give up everything you loved… was heartbreaking. How could you look at him the same? How could you see the man you’d grown to care for and ignore the awful things that had happened?
“Life’s never easy for people like us,” Lady said.
You shook your head. “Of course not.”
#dmcweek#dmcweek2020#vergil/reader#vergil/you#vergil#dante#lady#trish#enemies to friends#slow mutual pining#remnants of V
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Do you think that the SIX fandom has become very toxic ????
That’s rather complicated. I’m not totally well-versed in fandom drama, as the major fandoms I’ve been in previously (School for Good and Evil, Six of Crows and Three Dark Crowns) are all fairly chill. However, I have noticed that it has gotten a lot less unified as time went on. I first joined around July (before I got my account, just looking at posts) and it seemed much more supportive then.
I think the fandom has just become very DIVIDED. I, like several others, have become more in the Tudorblr community than the Six fandom at this point, and because of this I’ve noticed a big divide in terms of views of historical accuracy. (That’s the lens I will be focusing on, as I don’t care much about other discourse)
The divide between history fans and Six fans (and the toxicity within fandom this leads to) can be summarized in three main points.
1. History blogs and history-loving fans don’t understand/ are weirded out by fandomey fans.
2. Fandomey fans do not bother to consider the history.
3. Both sides are very aggressive on what they think is right.
Let’s start with the history blogs
They don’t understand the fandom
I hate to say it, but we’ve become the next Hamilton fandom: most Six fans get their info only from the show, and from this have developed their own, fandomey versions of the characters. The Anne Boleyn that the Six fandom loves is not the real Anne Boleyn. The Katherine Howard the Six fandom loves is not the real Katheryn Howard. However, (I saw a post about this once) the fandom is quite good at separating the characters from the actual people. (Most of) us know that the Angry Bible Aunt, Chaotic Heely Gremlin, The Mom Friend, The Dog-Loving Badass, The Babey-Brat, and The Sleep-Deprived Academic are NOT the Six Wives of Henry VIII. Because that is how fandom works. You take the most exaggerated versions of the characters in question and work off of them. ESPECIALLY in theatre fandoms, where most fans can’t even see the whole show. I think that’s why Theatre fandoms have a reputation for being cringy. The exaggerated, fandom versions of the characters are all they know.
I think a lot of the time, more history-focused blogs don’t get that aspect of fandom. Yes, Tudorblr has its own memey versions of these people (Anne Boleyn being extra, Henry being Garfield) but the content that they make are not solely these characters- because in the end the meme versions are characters. It’s hard for history blogs to understand that the fandom versions of the characters, are NOT what the fans actually think these people were like. This can lead to mocking, and attacking Six fans for being “dumb” or “cringy”. Certain blogs that are within the fandom that like the historical figures hate on fan blogs and that is NOT OKAY. For example, I saw a post where someone was making fun of Six the Kids, because they “would never be friends in the modern day”. Yeah..... neither would the Queens. And this is explicitly set in the universe of Six. History blogs should stop being high and mighty over fandoms having fun. HOWEVER.....
Fans don’t understand the history.
This show IS about real people. Who actually existed. In real life. And Six fans who ONLY reduce them to these characters can be very frustrating for people who are interested in the real people. Because Six is so popular the ONLY versions of these people you can often find on Tumblr are the Six versions. And I get it. Really I do. I used to be one of those Six fans who called KH “Kitty” (only for clarification purposes between the Katherines but still) and made memes about Anne being a chaotic gremlin. And then I looked up the actual history and I STOPPED. Not everyone has to go that deep, of course, or stop making these memes (most of them are very funny) but it would be good to respect the historical figures. I understand that it’s hard to do that in an incorrect quote, but maybe do what @sabrianna said in an earlier post and tag the characters as, say Katharine of Aragon- Six, so as not to clog the tags of people searching for the actual historical figure.
Like I said, the problem is not with making exaggerated versions of the queens. That is part of BEING a fandom. It’s not even a problem of using the characterizations from the show (such as chaotic Boleyn) What is the problem, is that many fans DON’T care about the history, or think they know everything about it. They make roleplays, ship the queens, e.t.c. but it’s all very out of character to the real women. I said earlier that most people can differentiate between the fandom queens and the real queens and that’s true. But some fans don’t. Some fans only know the queens from the fanon and the musical and because of that we get stuff like UwU Babey Katheryn Howard or people shipping Boleyn and Aragon, which is actually kind of disrespectful to the historical figures. At best, this leads to ire and harassment from Tudorblr, at worst to actual misinformation about the queens being spread by the fandom.
Both are overly aggressive in what they think is right
This is the big one and the major component of the “toxicity” of the fandom. Six is a musical about raising your voice, so it makes sense that it’s fans would be very outspoken. But it falls into a problem when they refuse to see the queens any other way. When it gets to people harassing others for stating differing opinions just to defend YOUR interpretation of a real person who actually lived, that is wrong. Because often your interpretation is NOT right, or at least limited. For example people who view Elizabeth and Mary as a black-and-white ‘good sister, evil sister’ dichotomy, when in reality they were both just as grey and complex as anyone else. But people will straight-up harass and argue with others who are just trying to explain that Mary’s background caused a great deal of her problems, and that Elizabeth did bad things too.
There’s just a lack of LISTENING which is a problem for a fandom based on history. (I know Six isn’t historically accurate, but a lot of fans are interested in the real queens). History is subjective. In my time researching historical!Katheryn Howard my opinion on her has changed around three to four times and that’s good. You are allowed to have multiple views on a thing, and when someone is trying to explain something to you, you don’t have to dismiss it. This goes for the history fans to. When Six fans make a factually incorrect statement, many history fans tend to condescend or belittle them which, as a Six fan, does NOT make us want to learn more. Simply telling us the true, often much more interesting, situation, DOES. Also, friendly reminder, most of the Six fandom are teenagers, and from what I’ve seen of Tudorblr it’s more of a mix of teens and adults. IF YOU ARE AN ADULT, DO NOT BELITTLE TEENAGERS FOR BEING WRONG. WE ARE ALREADY INSECURE ENOUGH.
Tldr; History fans, treat Six fans with respect, and acknowledge that their fandomey queens are not the queens you know and love. Six fans, respect the queens (and the history fans), do some research, and put *Queen’s Name*- Six in the tags, so that history blogs don’t ALWAYS have to see Six content. Both groups, respect others opinions. Stop constantly trying to prove you’re right. In the case of Six fans, you’re probably not (sorry) and in the case of history fans, most of the Six fandom are new to this and still learning.
Sorry for the long post @thedeadqueensclub I meant to have this finished a while ago. I don’t really know of any other fandom drama aside from the Tudorblr Vs. Six thing, so this is all I got for fandom toxicity (though there is definitely a lot more I haven’t covered)
I really enjoyed answering this, and would love if I got more asks (though it might take some time to answer them) It’s really nice to talk to all of you!
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52 Project #19: No Lullaby
Based on the song of the same name by Jethro Tull.
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"Good night, baby," the mother said to her child, stepping out of the room and turning off the light. "Sleep tight."
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Bobbi Ann hugged Leelee Lamb tighter. Leelee Lamb wasn't scared. Leelee was big and soft and ready to fight. In the darkness, Bobbi Ann reached for all of them. There was Burgundy, a bear almost as big as Bobbi herself, but not quite, because Bobbi was a big girl now and she could almost walk. Burgundy had a funny rumbly voice. Mylis was a cat pillow with pretty green eyes that felt funny when Bobbi stroked them. Then there was Special Blanket, which was pink, and Silky Blanket, which was white and felt like Mommy's shirt when Mommy got all dressed up and went away. Greenie wasn't green, he was a little stuffed dog, but he talked just like the leprechaun in the TV commercials about the cereal. Sheena was a pink rabbit in a short skirt. All of them were there, lined up in their proper places to go into battle.
"Ready?" Bobbi Ann asked them all. It was hard to talk and make the right sounds, but her animals and friends could hear her even when she just thought it. "Ready, guys?"
"Yes, we're ready," they all said.
"Okay, let's go."
Bobbi Ann used to be scared to go There, because it was dark and scary and the Child-Stealers lived there. She would try to stay in the light with Mommy and Daddy, and when they put her in the dark crib she would cry and cry, because that was the gateway to There. But now she had warriors to fight with her, so she was safe. Bobbi closed her eyes and went through the Gate.
On the Other Side, everything was different. She could walk just like a big girl on the Other Side, and she never went peepee in the diaper, and she could say anything she wanted to. The others were there at her feet. They looked sort of like animals in cartoon shows, except that those kind of animals never killed anybody, and Bobbi's friends were warriors. "Everybody be careful," Bobbi Ann said. She was holding Mylis in her hands. Special Blanket was tied around her neck, like Superman's cape, and Silky Blanket was tied around her chest. "I smell Child-Stealers."
"Yes," Leelee said. "I see one coming."
All of them got into a fighting stance as the Child-Stealer approached. It was horrible, of course, and Bobbi got scared, like she always did. It had so many heads she couldn’t count them, with eyes on top of tentacles coming out of everywhere, and it smelled real bad. Bobbi stepped back into the ring of her animal friends, as Special Blanket and Silky Blanket wrapped themselves around her, like armor protecting her.
"Charge!" Bobbi yelled.
Greenie leapt at that, snarling and barking at the Child-Stealer. It swung an eye at him, and he bit it. Burgundy pounded the Child-Stealer with his fists. Bobbi picked him up and threw him at one of the heads, where he could do more damage. She threw Mylis next, spitting and clawing like the real kitty did when Bobbi pulled its tail. Leelee charged, shaking the bell around her neck as she baahed a war cry. And Sheena hopped at the thing, battering it with her little paws. Bobbi herself threw herself into the fray with a scream, biting and clawing and pounding, picking up friends and beating the Child-Stealer over its heads with them, until finally it vanished in a puff of mist.
"Well, we did it," Burgundy rumbled. "It's dead."
"How marvelous! I'm so glad," Greenie said.
"Let's go have a picnic!" Bobbi Ann suggested.
"Good idea," Sheena said. "I want some carrots."
The group of friends strolled into the park, and they all sat down to have a picnic.
But as they were eating, they heard something terrible -- the horrible throbbing Sound the worst of the Child-Stealers made, so low it bit into their bones. Leelee Lamb turned to Bobbi. "That's the One! You have to run, Bobbi-- we'll hold it off!"
"Okay!" Bobbi Ann ran and ran, away from the Sound and from the noise of her friends fighting it. Soon she had to slow down, because she was tired. The Sound was so far away she couldn't hear it anymore.
She walked until she came upon a graveyard, where the little angel children were playing. The little angel children all had halos and wings. They had all lost their battles with the Child-Stealers, and gone up to Heaven as angels. "Play with us!" the little angel children called.
"I can't," Bobbi said. "I'm not dead."
"Oh," they said disappointedly. Then they said, "But it's great fun in Heaven. We play all the time. Don't you want to come?"
"No," Bobbi said. "You'll never grow up. I want to be a big grownup, and I can't do that if I'm dead."
"Who needs to grow up?" they asked.
"Grownups are big and they can do everything. I want to be one."
"You're no fun," they whined.
Bobbi walked up out of there and into a green field, trying to find her way back to her friends.
Then she heard a roaring, and turned. A Child-Stealer with a mouth like a vacuum cleaner was running toward her, and her friends and protectors weren't here. Bobbi ran and ran as fast as she could. But it felt like her arms and legs were tangling together, that something had wrapped around them so she couldn't run.
She tripped and fell hard to the ground. The Child-Stealer landed on her back, and she began to scream. It pressed her down, strangling the air out of her lungs.
Then Mommy's hands came out of nowhere and ripped the Child-Stealer to shreds. They lifted Bobbi Ann up, pulled away the blankets wound around her head, and carried her out of There.
Bobbi began to cry as soon as she could breathe. Mommy held her and patted her. "There, there, honey, it's all right. It's all right. You’re safe now. You’re all right."
Gradually Bobbi closed her eyes and slid back to There. She was protected from the Child-Stealers by the warm circle of her mother's arms. She laughed and taunted them, until from a distance she felt the arms relaxing away from her, and she was set back down alone on the cold ground of There. "Noo!!" she wailed, but couldn't make herself wake up and call for Mommy again.
The Child-Stealers advanced on her. And then she heard her friends behind her. "Bobbi! We were worried!" Leelee Lamb said.
"Look at all these Child-Stealers," Greenie said nervously.
Bobbi looked at her friends, her protectors, and a hot joy bubbled up from somewhere within. "No problem," she said. "Let's take them!"
She and her friends leapt forth in a savage, snarling attack. Gone was the fear from before. All there was now was anger and savage joy. Bobbi Ann and her legion of stuffed animals fought violently, laughing and crying, with the blood of the Child-Stealers running down their paws and hands. And the air rang with screams and Bobbi's war whoops, as the nightly battle was joined in earnest.
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The mother put the baby back in her crib, and looked down at her. Her husband stood next to her. "Thank God she's all right."
"Yes. Thank God I got to her in time." The child moved slightly in her sleep. "Look at her," the mother said tenderly. "So peaceful. Without a care in the world. Don't you wish we adults could sleep like that?"
"Yeah." He smiled at his daughter, and turned to his wife. "Better leave her now, or she'll wake up." As they left, he turned out the light.
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We’re Five (and a half)
“Catherine, this isn’t going to work!”
“Will you stop complaining? You’ve been on my ass about this since we got back from the hospital! Understand that Anna’s only understudy that’s free today won’t get here until her plane lands. Which will take four more hours!! We don’t have a choice!”
“Isn’t there anyone else that can go on as Anna of Cleves?”
“Unless you can magically pull another girl who has all the lines and blocking memorized out of your ass, then I don’t think so!”
“Well, at least you don’t have to stand next to her!”
“Will you just be quiet?! You are driving me insane! And don’t forget it’s Kitty’s fault that more blood had to be taken!”
“It is not!”
“She played with the pouch and dropped it!!”
“...So?”
“Oh my god—”
Aragon rolled her eyes at the silver queen and stomped onto the stage. She diminished her rage when she got near their Anna of Cleves understudy- Joan, who had three pints of blood sucked out of her just an hour ago after the first two pouches were ruined by slippery hands and a certain hot pink queen with a mother who refuses to own up to what her daughter did. The blood was for the actual Cleves since the woman was going through surgery to get a hernia removed and Joan was the only person who shared her rare blood type: O-. And because she couldn’t be there, her donor had to go on for that evening show for her. And it wouldn’t have been a problem if, again, it hadn’t been three whole pints.
“How are you feeling, sweet girl?” Aragon asked, gently touching the understudy’s shoulder.
Joan looked up from her hands, which she had been gazing at as if they were made out of the most valuable jewels in human history. She blinked several times, but her eyes still remained very cloudy. Her pupils were way too big.
“‘M fine,” She said, reaching out to also touch Aragon’s shoulder, but missing completely. Her hand awkwardly flaps in the air, not understanding why there wasn’t a queen under its palm, then pulled back after a moment of hovering. “I’m feeling...great!”
Aragon smiled wryly. “That’s good. The costume feels okay?”
Joan looked down at the light blue alt costume she had been put into, since Cleves’ actual one didn’t fit her. She looked back up at Aragon with an awed expression.
“I forgot I was even wearing clothes!” She exclaimed. “Wow. This is very.....” She trailed off.
“Joan.” Aragon shook her slightly.
“Hi.” Joan snapped awake. She reached out and felt Aragon’s face. “Hello.”
“Hello, sweetheart.” Aragon replied. “We’re going to get started really soon. Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Joan nodded lazily. “I got all the lines! And dances!”
“Good.”
“Great.”
Aragon gave her another quick smile before patting her shoulder and getting into line with the others. Several of them were glancing nervously at Joan, who kept swaying treacherously on the heels she was wearing.
“Ooh can’t see—” Joan said after the blackout.
“Hsst.” Jane hissed.
It wasn’t long before Ex-Wives began and it went surprisingly well. Not great, not even good, but it was enough. Perhaps new viewers would think that Anna of Cleves bumping into literally everyone was how the song was always scripted. But at least the little blood Joan still had pumping through her body fueled her enough to stay in tune and remember all the wounds, even if the introduction solo was mumbled more than spoken. But still!! They made it— SHE made it.
Somehow.
The show ran through the first speaking portion until they eventually got to the first lady in waiting shout-out. The sudden rise in Aragon’s tone seemed to snap Joan out of whatever reverie that had been hypnotizing her and she spun around to face the band so fast she nearly spiraled right down to the floor in a tornado of baby blue and black rhinestones.
“We got Maggie on the guitar!” Anne shouted, and her dear friend played her solo.
“Bessie...yeah!” Joan said helpfully, flapping a hand in the bassist’s direction, who was so daunted by the awkward introduction that she hesitated a second before rushing into her solo.
“And killing it on the keys, we got Joan,” Jane said, slightly startled by the actual Joan’s mess up.
“That’s me,” Joan whispered to herself as she alt played her bit.
“And with beats so sick they’ll give you gout is Maria on the drums!” Aragon said hurriedly, casting Joan an uneasy glance.
“So, you’ve come to party with us old school.” Joan said right after, and although her timing was on point, she somehow managed to slur every single word in the line.
“Really, really old school,” Jane recited, then began to laugh. Joan laughed, too, until Kitty not-so-subtly kicked her in the shin, which was nearly enough to bring her to the floor if Jane hadn’t shot out an arm and grabbed the girl by the shoulder. Her laughter died off as she craned her neck around and shot Kitty a “don’t you dare do that again or so help me—” look.
Jane didn’t release Joan’s shoulder until they got to the “we’ve heard it all” bit. She actually found herself wincing when she pulled her hand back and saw the five angry red marks left in the girl’s skin from her pointy, perfectly manicured fingernails.
“Who lasted the longest was the strongest.”
“The biggest sinner is always the winner.”
“Who had the son takes number one.”
“Who was most chased shall be first...”
“Placed,” Jane whispered.
“Cased!” Joan shouted with too much volume and enthusiasm.
“No, placed!” Jane whisper-yelled again.
“Huh?”
“Who was most chased shall be first placed!” Jane finally just said for Joan.
“...The most inglorious shall be victorious!”
“The winning contestant was the most Protestant!”
And so, the show went on, punctuated by perfectly recited lines by five queens and horribly slurred ones by a lady in waiting missing three pints of her blood.
No Way soon began. All the singing and lines were done as usual, no problem, everything on point. The dancing, on the other hand... Well, the Anna of Cleves was a bit off, reviewers would definitely say after that performance. Like, really off. Like, “she’s two feet away from the other dancers and is continuously being chased down, grappled, and pulled back over by the Catherine Parr” kind of off. But nobody fell over, so it was okay!
However, those reviewers would definitely also mention how the Anna of Cleves weirdly said, “Why is she on her phone?” and then got mouthed to “shut the fuck up” by the Jane Seymour and Katherine Howard during the bit right before Don’t Lose Ur Head. But again! Nobody fell during that song, either! But then again, there were several close calls... That Anna of Cleves was wobbling A LOT. And then there was the blocking for Wearing Yellow To A Funeral where she would reach out and grab Anne Boleyn to stop her from cussing, but she apparently reached way too far, tipped forward, and definitely would have careened right off the stage if the Anne hadn’t spun around and caught her a second before she keeled over the edge.
“Over my dead body,” Aragon said immediately after that predicament, although her voice was lacking its usual bite to the words. It was covered up completely by worry for the girl Anne was trying to stand up straight.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jane said, moving on. “I’m pretty sure it’s my turn now.”
“You?” Joan said, voice dripping with exhaustion and fatigue. Her energy was running out fast.
“Oh, weren’t you the one he truly loved?” Kitty teased.
“Yeah, didn’t you give him the son he so desperately wanted?” Aragon added.
“Yeah, I actually had a daughter and he copped my head off.” Anne quipped.
“I had a son named Hercules,” Joan mused, and Cathy quickly covered her mouth before Kitty could kick her again.
Jane began her monologue and then soon started Heart of Stone. Aragon guided Joan over to the steps so she and the other queens could sit down during that song.
“How are you feeling?” Aragon whispered to Joan, rubbing her shoulder tenderly.
“Huh?” Joan said loudly, which caused a cacophony of “Shh!”’s and a confused glance over the shoulder by Jane.
“I asked how you’re feeling,” Aragon said again. She took one of Joan’s hands and stroked the knuckles with her thumb. She couldn’t tell if the girl was trembling out of fear or exhaustion—maybe both? Or maybe she was just vibrating as a symptom of blood loss.
“Oh.” Joan said. Then, she threw her head back, laughed, and didn’t say anything.
Kitty groaned and rolled her eyes. “We can’t keep her on anymore. She’s ruining the show!”
“Will you shut your fucking mouth?” Aragon hissed. “You kicked her! Oh yeah, don’t think I didn’t see that one, princess.”
Kitty huffed and looked away angrily.
“Yeah, but she has a point,” Anne said gently. “Look at her. Joan is suffering.”
“No I’m not,” Joan mumbled. “‘M just tired...” Her head lolled to the side and rested against Aragon’s shoulder.
“See!”
“No, no, no, no—” Joan spoke again. “I’m just- I’m okay— I just— Do you think I can sit down during Haus of Holbein?”
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“Not only did the show as a whole feel like a humorous fever dream,” A Gen Z reviewer would later report on their blog, “but the most relatable thing that happened in the entire performance was when the Anna of Cleves sang Haus on Holbein while waving glow sticks and wearing giant light up sunglasses on the floor!”
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mess
/mes/
a situation or state of affairs that is confused or full of difficulties.
"the economy is still in a terrible mess"
Calling Get Down such a word would be an understatement.
If it wasn’t the slurred singing, then it was the way Joan would seemingly black out in the middle of the song, and if it wasn’t either of those, then it was definitely how she felt the need to say, “I don’t know how to snap” into the microphone at the very beginning when everyone was supposed to snap along to the beat.
But that wasn’t all. Unfortunately.
The lack of blood in her body already made her very dizzy and out of it, but all the dancing and moving around definitely wasn’t helping. Her ankles would frequently buckle under her own weight and she would stumble awkwardly to the side, causing one of the other queens to frantically scramble after her and steady her.
And then there was the part where she was supposed to squat and sing to the front row near the very end. But that didn’t go as planned, because she was unable to hold herself up while kneeling and would have fallen right off the stage if Aragon hadn’t lunged forward and caught her. She then had to hold Joan up for the rest of that bit and then held her back to her feet afterwards. As she was slur-singing, Joan patted Aragon’s shoulder in thanks—except she missed Aragon’s shoulder and instead patted her face. Several times.
“Cause I’m the queen of the castle!” Joan finally concluded, then nearly fell over again, but the queens managed to anchor her upright. She winced at the applause she got. “Absolutely..heartbreaking....”
“That doesn’t sound horrible at all,” Aragon said.
“You- you are horrible..at all,” Joan garbled, stumbling forward slightly and Anne has to jump forward quickly and assist her down the staircase before she could fall and hurt herself. “I probably...won’t win the..uhh. Oh well, back to the— the— uh...”
“Palace,” The queens whispered in unison.
“Back to the palace!”
And so, the show went on. At that point, Joan’s brain had practically melted- the poor girl couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t anymore, and was solely running on muscle memory. Which wasn’t much because she wasn’t a regular performer.
“Guys, I have...the plague!” Joan shouted after the “boohoo baby Mary” speech by Jane. The queens turned to her and, as scripted, began to fuss and worry loudly. “Lol! Just kidding! I just got three pints of blood taken out of me and now I can’t feel a—”
A series of loud hushes and stern looks came from the queens until she shut her mouth. She gave them all a tired, pitiful look, now regretting her decision to do this—although she didn’t really remember WHAT she was doing at this point. She’s pretty sure she was performing...but she wasn’t completely sure.
All You Wanna Do soon began and that seemed to be an eternity of wrong dance moves, slurred harmonies, awkwardly placed hands on Kitty’s body, and several kicks from Kitty herself. In Joan’s shins.
During the big fight after that song, Joan just stood there looking dazed. The queens waited for her to say her line about Cathy’s consciousness, but she didn’t, so Anne had to jump in and say it for her while Kitty glared at the delirious understudy.
After that, I Don’t Need Your Love started up and Joan was content to just sit down and let her heart rest and resupply her body with blood, but she soon had to get back on her feet during the segment in the middle of the song.
“Who was Henry the VII’s wife?” Cathy asked.
Over the mix “I don’t know”’s, Joan mumbled, “I don’t even know where I am...”
Which was true. The blood loss was REALLY getting to her head.
“Yeah, because if we had realized,” Aragon said further in, “we could have thought of some really cool ways to, like, reclaim our stories for ourselves. You know, remove Henry’s love from our lives once and for all.”
“Aww,” Joan whined. “We could have done it as a thong.”
“SONG—” The queens yelped in a harmony of panic.
“Song!” Joan quickly corrected herself, but the damage was already done. The audience was going nuts at her mistake. Now the remainders of I Don’t Need Your Love would never recover. And it didn’t. But it was over.
Joan couldn’t stand still as she stood in the lineup for the last few lines. Her eyes kept closing and then snapping open—she didn’t know how much longer she could stay awake.
“We may just be remembered for being...” She trailed off tiredly.
“Married to Henry,” Kitty hissed, fed up with the understudy.
“Carried to Penry.” Joan said.
After a few confused glances to her, the show went on...somehow.
“Yes, we can redefine how we tell our stories,” Aragon said as the show was wrapping up, “but we can’t rewrite them.”
“And we wished we could tell you our lives had happy endings.” Jane added.
“But in...brutality...corn mint...” Joan slurred, then nearly collapsed but Jane was able to get her by the arm and hold her upright. Jane also had to keep her from beelining off the stage after the mock-ending.
“This is our show and we can literally do whatever we want!” Anne said, waltzing back up to the front of the stage. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Jane tugging Joan along with her.
“So, London, because we have five minutes left of the show!” Kitty went on, then looked at Joan expectantly.
Except Joan didn’t say her next line.
“We’ve decided to do our own,” Jane mouthed to Joan.
“Cheese hymen to do our clone,” Joan attempted to recite.
Jane stared at her in baffled horror before sputtering out, “Edited version.”
“Of what...really went down...all those years...bow tie....” Joan gurgled, her eyes fluttering shut. Kitty elbowed her in the rib cage to wake her up, which was rude, but at least worked. For now.
“Because we’re one of a kind,” Cathy began, glancing nervously at the understudy’s swaying form.
“No category,” Kitty went on.
“Chew many tears,” Joan mumbled weakly, and nobody cared enough to correct her at that point.
“Lost in history,”
“We’re free,”
“To take our crown in glory,”
“For five minutes,” They all, minus Joan, who was just awkwardly babbling along, harmonized. “We’re Six!”
And so, Six began. And it went really well if you didn’t look at the understudy for Anna of Cleves standing very still, clapping out of tune with everyone else. Or listen to the way she sang her bit as, “What a shame...la la la la la la la la la......” and then just hummed the rest weakly.
The show soon concluded. The final applause was given. There was an uproar of cheers, despite the awkwardness that happened during the entire performance. But it was over!
“Do you want one more song?” Kitty said, smirking teasingly at the audience.
The people cheered, ready for the MegaSix, and it was at that moment when Joan finally collapsed.
Kitty looked at her, then looked back at the audience, and said, “Nevermind.”
#please read I tried very hard to make this funny and not angsty#six the musical#six the musical fanfic#six the musical fanfiction#six fanfic#six fanfiction#catherine of aragon#anne boleyn#jane seymour#katherine howard#catherine parr#joan on the keys#we're five (and a half)
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Reverse Psychology
Apparently I’m not done writing fics about the queens + ducks?
I’m having a bad day anxiety-wise (undeserving of sympathy because it was fully brought on my the hubris of me telling someone that I was actually coping with the lockdown fine) so I decided to write some drabbley-plotless-stuff.
(Does anyone else get those days where you’re sort of in a bad mood but you’re not sure why and you kind of just want to fully indulge it, or is it just me and now Kitty?)
(Just to be absolutely clear about how this universe works- in this universe, Duckie, aka @the10amongstthese3s , is the duck. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. It’s just how things are.)
Sitting at the kitchen table, Kitty let her head fall forward and groaned.
There was no response. This, admittedly, wasn’t exactly unexpected, due to Kitty being the only queen in the kitchen, but she still felt a little jab of annoyance.
Why was no one there to witness her general fed-upness?
Sitting up a bit, she tried groaning slightly louder, this time dropping her head into her folded arms for better effect.
She stayed still, counting. One-andtwo-andthree-andfour-
She’d never usually gotten past six before someone was asking her what was wrong- whether it was Jane, all warm concern and offers to make her a cup of tea- or Anne, who currently favoured tugging on her ponytail as a way of getting her cousin’s attention. The other queens were usually just….around, if not all, then at least a few.
Today though, the house was empty, save for Cathy, who had yet to emerge from the writing-nest she’d constructed the night before (having taken up Anne’s suggested solution to the final wife’s terrible quandary of being tired of writing from her bed AND her desk chair AND the sofa AND the table. The construction of the nest had stripped the communal living room of cushions and demolished the once-orderly airing cupboard but the collective relief of the queens at seeing Cathy engage in anything that took her away from her laptop was enough to keep anyone from raising a single word of protest.)
The others had disappeared on various errands of their own, leaving Kitty feeling an odd mixture of restless and wearied, not quite sad, not quite annoyed but altogether out of sorts and at a loss of what to do.
And no one was even doing her the courtesy of being around to witness her suffering.
Kitty wondered whether it was worth turning to twitter to vent her frustration with life in general at the world. (The fans were always pleasantly eager to join her in support of whatever mood she was in, although she did have to admit that there was always the risk of things going a bit too far. Jane had had to take her aside for a Serious Talk about social responsibility after the last time, although Kitty maintained it wasn’t really her fault. She’d only been mostly joking about being curious about what weed was like, and she’d DEFINITELY not expected to wake up the morning after to an inbox flooded with teenagers over-eager to help satiate said curiosity. As far as she was concerned, the policewoman who’d gotten in touch with Jane was just being a snitch.)
‘The ducks back-’
Kitty was interrupted in her hunt for her phone by the entrance of a sleepy-looking slightly dishevelled Cathy, Aragon’s big cardigan dwarfing her and an empty coffee mug in hand.
‘What?’
Cathy deposited her mug in the sink and turned the kettle on and pointed out of the kitchen window into the back garden.
‘The duck. The duck is back.’
‘What- Oh!’
Following Cathy’s pointing sweater-paw, Kitty’s eyes lighted on the mallard from the previous week investigating the seed packets Jane had left out with its beak.
‘What are you doing anyway? I heard groaning.’
‘I hate everything today-’ Kitty tried another dramatic flop and Cathy giggled.
‘Fair enough. Any particular reason I can help with?’
‘No. And it’s not funny. I am SO bored and there is NOTHING I want to do.’
‘Sorry Kit.’ Cathy straightened her face. ‘Is the kitchen off limits or can I still get coffee?’
Kitty considered for a moment. ‘Coffee’s fine. But it’s not moping. It’s existential despair.’
‘Oh snap!’ Cathy held up a hand for a high five and Kitty automatically returned it, before considering that high fives were utterly inappropriate for despair. ‘Do you want coffee?’
‘No.’
‘Hot chocolate?’
‘No.’
‘Wow you really are in crisis.’ Cathy tilted her head. ‘You know, they say watching wildlife is meant to help with that. And fresh air. You could go have existential despair in the garden, it might make you feel better.’
Kitty shook her head. ‘No. You sound like Anna. SHE tried to make me go on a run with her….’
‘Ok. Sorry. I shall get my coffee and leave you to your existential crisis in peace. As long as I’m still allowed in the kitchen. I feel like I’m going to want to get a crumpet in about half an hour….’
‘Thank you. And getting a crumpet is fine as long as you promise not to try to cheer me up.’
Cathy held up her right hand, littlest finger crooked. ‘Promise.’
Kitty hooked it with her own and they shook on it. ‘Thank you.’
‘No problem.’
Waiting for the kettle to boil, Cathy moved to lean against the sink and watch the progress of the duck, and Kitty found herself watching too.
‘No entourage-’
‘Oh they’ll be around’ Cathy shrugged ‘If they aren’t already. They’re never usually without some of their ducklings at least- Look, there’s one in the heely-’
A small cheeping brown and yellow ball of fluff poked its head out of one of Anne’s discarded mud-covered heelies (‘And you said I couldn’t skate in a rainstorm!’ ‘I never said you COULDN’T, Anne- I said you SHOULDN’T’ ‘....Oh.’)
‘Oh yeah…. What’s it doing?’
‘Duck stuff.’ Cathy started spooning instant coffee into her ‘EAT. SLEEP. READ. REPEAT. Mug- after four spoons, Kitty gave her a pointed look and Cathy huffed and tipped the fifth spoonful back into the jar. ‘Top secret, probably. Not for the likes of us.’
Kitty abandoned her phone hunt.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well-’ Cathy looked at her. ‘Just that no one actually really knows what ducks spend their days doing- no one really follows them, no one checks up on them- I know wildlife people would SAY we know but….’ She gave Kitty a Look. ‘Do they really? Has anyone ever actually watched to see how a duck spends it’s time?’
‘I mean….’
‘No.’ Cathy answered herself. ‘They haven’t. Or probably not. I haven’t googled it or anything. Just- I think it means that we’re not meant to know. Forbidden knowledge. Too much for our tiny human minds to comprehend.’
‘Right, that’s it-’ Kitty pushed back her chair and stood up. ‘You can stop.’
‘What?’
‘Don’t what me, Lady Parr, I know your tricks. You’ve reverse-psychologied me into really wanting to find out- even though I KNOW the answer is probably just walk around and peck at stuff…. And now I’m going to have to go sit outside in the sun and fresh air and watch this duck rather than wallow here like I wanted-’ Kitty pulled on her shoes morosely. ‘And it probably WILL cheer me up because you know how I feel about ducklings- and I specifically SAID I didn’t want to be cheered up!’ She wrenched open the back door and glowered at Cathy one last time before yanking it shut.
Cathy smiled serenely and helped herself to a crumpet.
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The Tower of London
Requested by: A lovely and wonderful Anon! Thank you for sending a letter. <3
Character(s): Anne Boleyn
(Other Queens are in it too, and even the Ladies in Waiting! But like Silence is Never Better, the focus is on one queen’s internal monologue.)
Summary: Anne Boleyn, the mystery. The one who changed history–– the temptress. What history tended to call her, when she just honestly lived her life. After one long two show day, Boleyn finds herself stuck inside of her head, unable to get out. As the Queens had a free day the next day, they were making plans to stay up all night and marathon movies. Little did they know though, that Boleyn was having another episode of nightmares. Slamming the door shut, she feels compelled to head to the Tower of London, needing the quiet of the square to allow herself to scream.
TW: References to Insomnia, Depressive Thoughts
Mentions of Boleyn’s beheading/Flashbacks
Nightmares
Panic Attacks
A/N: This will also be posted on my AO3 account! But enjoy the Boleyn angst. She’s my favorite queen to write about. And yes, I have double and triple checked the foreign languages (French/German, since Spanish is my native language). This is fairly long, just a disclaimer of that. Enjoy it!
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“Anne Boleyn, don’t you dare walk out that door.”
“Watch me.”
But it was too late. The wooden door was slammed shut, leaving five women in bewilderment at what had just happened. This was not normal behavior for Anne Boleyn, and anyone could attest to that. What had been festering in her head over the past few days would not leave her alone. The slamming door made Katherine Howard flinch and hunch her shoulders reflexively.
“Annie?”
Now, what happened during the day that Boleyn acted out in such a manner?
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Bright and early morning.
One could smell the coffee, and that partly due to the fact that Catherine Parr used a french press. There was the sounds of the morning bustle with a rather surprising outburst of laughter from Catherine of Aragon. The last of the queens to wake up was Anne Boleyn. With how she had been feeling lately, the second wife found herself staying up later than most usual nights, and that was late enough to hear the occasional groan of frustration from Parr while she wrote.
As the door to the room opened, the other queens heard it. And enthusiastically, they all looked over at Boleyn. Katherine Howard’s eyebrows furrowed just a little, but she just shrugged it off and carried on with her bright expression after a few moments. “Anne! You’re up late. You... okay?” Her cousin in pink ran over to her and grabbed her hands. Boleyn just looked up and yawned, nodding. A small smile came to her face. “Yeah, of course! Just slept in a little later than usual.”
“That’s how we all tend to get sometimes after our days off,” Anna of Cleves gave a laugh. “Come on, slowpoke. The last seat is yours and Jane didn’t want to start breakfast without you.” The German pointed at the chair next to the second empty one, which was Howard’s as she was up and holding on to her cousin. “We’re a big family, and as such, we will eat like one. At least in the mornings, because sometimes you ladies are crazy.”
“Easy for you to say. You and Anne are the craziest of them all,” a quiet snort from Jane Seymour. The blonde woman just shook her head and allowed her smile to be present. “Come on, you two!” The cousins looked at each other with a nod and went to sit down. “Now that we’re all here, we can––... why is it that you always only drink coffee in the morning?”
A little huff, and a bit of a heavier Manchester accent from Parr. “I like coffee, what can I say? I also eat a bit while I stay up at night, you can’t blame a girl.”
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1:30 pm. Thirty minutes before show time.
“Good afternoon ladies! This is your thirty minute call.”
A soft mutter from Boleyn as she responded, “Thank you thirty.”
Aragon opened the door to the dressing room up, sitting down next to the green queen. “You still haven’t done your hair, bombon? Want me to do it for you?” A sigh was the response. Anne just looked up with tired eyes, shrugging. “Yeah, you can. I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few nights, is all.” Standing up, Aragon placed herself behind Boleyn, running her hands through her hair for a moment.
A knock. A collective “Come in.” came from both of the queens.
The one to open the door was Maria. “Hey. Parr wanted me to pass a message to you both,” the drummer found herself leaning against the door frame. “She wanted to ask if you two in here wanted to go eat after the first show. We’re all going, Maggie included after we convinced her to. A qué les parece eso, Lina?” There was a pause. Anne didn’t really want to go. She didn’t want to feel like such a negative ball of energy when the other queens were happy.
“Me parece bien. Necesitaban algo más, Maria?” Looking over to the door, Aragon’s hands kept working with Boleyn’s hair, trying to get her ready for the show. She had everything else done, and she was in costume, but her hair wasn’t done. “No, that was all. I’ll tell them that you’re undecided. Is that fine, Anne?”
“Oui. Je vais leur rendre visite plus tard. Merci, Maria.”
Maria gave a very confused look at Anne, before realizing what she said. “Ah, okay! Yeah, no problem.” Then again, she just heard the “Yes.” and “Thank you, Maria.” as her clues to smile and give the queens a thumbs up. “I’ll leave you two to get suited up to kick Tudor ass. Ah, Lina, no te olvides de lo que hablamos.”
Anne Boleyn just stared at herself in the large mirror. Something about her mood definitely did seem off. What was going on through her head? What could’ve possibly been burning at her core that she just couldn’t get off her chest? Well, the answer to that... quite simply put, is nightmares. She was reliving traumatic nightmares from the day of her beheading. She didn’t really know if she could get through the two show day without freaking out.
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A thunderous knock rattled the doors of where she was being held in the Tower.
Why was Anne in her modern body? Was this another nightmare?
It was, and she could feel herself reliving everything.
Her right hand clutched onto her chest, the rattling of the door getting progressively louder. The once bright-eyed queen felt herself cower into the corner. Why was��this happening again?
Just as soon as the rattling became a thunderous boom, the nightmare seemed to stop. This was not the case. Anne found herself now outside of the Tower of London, trembling. She felt herself be pushed down, and her head be almost thrown to the scaffold. Looking up at the massive crowd, she saw herself. Another modern version of herself, who looked just as mortified as the Anne Boleyn on the literal chopping block.
Right before the sword struck her neck, everything went black.
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Anne jolted back into her reality, almost jumping through the roof when Cleves put a hand on her. The sudden short breaths from the one in green made the fourth wife worried. She helped her counterpart up, and gently pulled her towards the door. “Beruhige dich! Geht es dir gut?” The German woman gave a side hug to the second wife, with a nod being the thing she responds with.
“Ladies, this is your final places call.”
“Thank you, places!” Aragon closed the door to the dressing room and gave Boleyn a pat on the shoulder. “You’re okay. You’re with us. Come on, let’s go kick some serious Tudor ass and take our stories back.”
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To think, that was only the first half of the day. The second half went much worse.
Normally, Anne Boleyn was one to go and greet the fans. Take pictures with them, sign things. But she quite literally could not handle the crowds tonight. Sure, it wasn't the first time this happened, but not even to this degree. Sitting in the dressing room, out of her costume and back into the pair of sweatpants and oversized pullover she loved to wear. Her hair remained down and all. Taking just a few deep breaths, her left hand came up to the choker.
It was burning like crazy. Her scar would not stop hurting. Her head would not stop pounding.
“Anne? Hey, are you ready to go home?” Katherine Howard, her beloved cousin. She wished she could share what was paining her with the girl, but she could not find the strength to open up. A nod came from Anne as she grabbed her bag and followed Kitty outside of the room, and to the exterior of the theatre where everyone else was waiting. “I got her! She was just zoning out.”
“Sorry. I just... I needed to breathe.”
“Well relax, babe. Everything’s all okay with us. You know we’ll give you the space if y’need it,” Catherine Parr nodded. The Ladies in Waiting all stood with the Queens, with nods going across the board. Maggie stepped up, gently taking Boleyn’s hands in her own and whispering. “Est-ce les cauchemars? You look pale from it.”
Just a subtle nod from Anne. “Oui.”
“I figured so. Call me when you get home, okay? I’ll try to help you calm down,” with a smile, Maggie pulled Anne into a hug and then headed back to the other Ladies in Waiting. The four waved and headed off on their way, with the Queens all heading back home themselves.
This is where things begin to get messy.
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It was about maybe 11:45 at this point. The stars were out and the queens were all in the living room, with Katherine somehow laying across all four of the other women sitting on the couch. Anne Boleyn? No where to be found. Probably in her room.
She was staring at the scar in the mirror, choker tightly gripped in her hand. It felt like a fever dream–– standing in front of the mirror and seeing her head. The second wife felt herself beginning to shake. Her legs felt weak, her chest began to crush itself underneath its weight. Why wouldn’t it go away? Why wouldn't it leave her alone? She slammed the choker down on the vanity in her room, the thud getting the attention of everyone else.
A rather worked up and on the verge of tears Boleyn stormed out of her room, and snatched Jane’s keys from the key rack. That brought instant concern to Jane Seymour and the other queens. Katherine Howard sat herself upright and leaned forward. “Anne? Anne, what’s going on?”
“I can’t take the constant thundering knocks and the crowds! Everything burns, damn it! I... I need to go! I need some sort of closure for this,” Anne Boleyn started for the door. Jane Seymour immediately stood up, and started to pace over to the queen about to exit the house.
“Anne Boleyn, don’t you dare walk out that door.”
“Watch me.”
But it was too late. The wooden door was slammed shut, leaving five women in bewilderment at what had just happened. This was not normal behavior for Anne Boleyn, and anyone could attest to that. What had been festering in her head over the past few days would not leave her alone. The slamming door made Katherine Howard flinch and hunch her shoulders reflexively.
“Annie?”
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It was going to be one hell of a drive. And she made sure to take her time.
But Anne Boleyn knew exactly where she was going.
The car seemed to have jerked to a stop, but it didn’t.
Shuddering, she got out of the car and closed the door, keys going into her pocket. Her steps began to feel like they were echoing in the silence. Looking up, her fists closed. The Tower of London, the very dreaded spot that she met her untimely fate, and where her cousin was murdered by Henry for things out of her control. Looking around, she realized she was alone. And for the first time that she could recall, she just fell to her knees, and let out a shrill scream.
“Damn you, damn you! Why don’t you ever leave me alone?!” Her hair fell over her face as she started crying. If she walked any father, she would’ve been where she was so many centuries ago, watching a crowd and awaiting for her head to get sliced off. “Let me live in peace! I just want to sleep one damn night!”
Forcing her tear-stained face to look up, she tried forcing herself to take a deep breath.
The silence wasn’t unnerving, but rather welcoming. It was almost telling her to come closer to the Tower, and to the very spot she once stood in centuries ago. Standing up, with her whole body now shaking and her fighting back tears, Anne Boleyn began to walk forward. A slight breeze began to blow from the west, and it helped move some of the hair off of her face. Feeling herself fall to her knees again, Anne just screamed.
She was screaming. Yelling. Crying. Anything she could do to release her frustration. Her hands came up to her neck, and held it rather tightly in attempt to ease the burning down. She knew her throat would be shot from this. She knew she would not be able to sing, but she needed the release of emotion. It was almost cathartic to her. The Tower of London was giving her a second chance at letting her emotions out, as she couldn’t really do it on that fated day.
The breeze picked up as Anne continued to holler out and do whatever she could. The tight, crushing feeling of her chest was slowly going away.
That was all she needed. She just needed to focus her emotions on something. This was that something. The silence was the something, and she could cry out to it and feel safe. There was no judgement, no looks of concern. Just Anne Boleyn and her feelings. Managing to stand up, she looks up at the night sky. Stars littered everywhere, but she can't help the anger from the recurring nightmares being her focus.
“Why, you bastard! Why did you have to kill her! Why us?! What have we ever done to you to get treated so terribly?! You broke Aragon’s heart, took my life, forced Jane into submission, made Cleves have terrible self doubt...” Her voice just got louder. “And Kitty! Poor Kitty died because of your total bullshit! It wasn't her fault! It will never be her fault! Do you hear me, Henry?! It was never her damn fault!”
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She didn’t know the time.
Boleyn found herself at a lot more ease. Screaming until you literally couldn’t was not the healthiest thing to do, but it was the only thing she felt compelled to do. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she looks at the screen. Missed calls and text messages from the other queens. And Katherine’s was the most recent one.
Annie... please come back home. We’re really worried about you.
All she did was respond with,
I’ll be there soon. I promise.
And true to her word Anne Boleyn was. She showed up back at the house maybe at around two in the morning, with the other queens all swarming to hug her when she got back. For the first time in maybe... a while, Anne could say she felt okay. She felt... fine. And being in the silence for a few hours truly was what made her feel so okay.
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Switch au
N/A: This idea comes to me thanks to some fanarts and some talks. What am I doing? Honestly, no idea. But I´m doing something. BTW, this is a mix of Ultimate and 616. A new au here.
@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @muninandhugin
Her skin is wet, completely so. Her cold sweat covers all spots of her body. Boisterous sounds assault her ear-her eyes see unfocused and dubious figures coming near her form- as the voices, sounds are still enigmatic to her form. Suddenly, a loud honk forces her eyes to locate a big van and a man - if her eyes have the strength to see something so bleary- and her eyes saw the crimson circle and can only reply. "w-what?" with such feeble tone cementing the fact the others sure must haven´t heard.
"Call HER now. We found" she can hear someone giving orders. Someone familiar. And she sees a form of a blonde woman-oh, she can see the logo of quartet fantastic. Is Sue Storm- near the circle and muttering something. She can´t hear well.
"Don´t worry....you´re safe...Kitty" is all she managed to get before she closes her eyes again.
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(2 hours before)
One Kitty Pryde is forming a circle in what used to be Dr. Stranger´s old apartment- the man moved out years ago and never look back- and aggressive fixing the symbols in the view. And huffing in and out. She clenches her teeth for a moment and only speaks once the digital watch-the the only thing she brought with her- marked 00:00 and then finally speaks.
"I summon, the begin, not the end. I summon the harbinger of life. Venus, heed my call" Kitty repeats those words 3 times and waits impatiently - tapping her foot away from the circle to not mess out her work of art- until someone taps her shoulders.
"You know, I´m pretty easy to summon...no need to go so archaic" and there is Venus. The Herald. With her long fiery hair-metaphorically speaking now-her dress covering what it must but showing a lot of her skin and her smug expression. "So, little mortal, what you want?" she looks up and down to Kitty. "A new sense of fashion?"
Kitty ignored Venus. At least, this question. "No, I want to sue Zaorva for taking my face. She uses my face and does whatever she wants" and Venus does the only sensible thing.
She giggles. Flicks her forehead and then speaks. "You´re supposed to be smart...that is pretty much dumb" and Venus shakes her head amused. "You are out of luck...She-Hulk is solving a conflict between Pheonix and Galaticus...time is relative" Venus responds and shurgs off.
Kitty is not caring. "Then I want to talk with Zaorva." and Venus stops smiling. "You´re being dumb here...but" she lifts her hand as her once brown eyes change into something azzure. "what you know, Zaorva is also amused...ok, little mortal..." and summoning somewhat ancient staff- mind you, out of thin air- Venus pushes Kitty to the circle without any struggle.
And Kitty is down on the rabbit hole, so to speak.
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The beginning is never static. The Neverending is in constant change if you look closely. Nothing remains the same. And Kitty has no mind- a dangerous thing to admit concerning an Outer God and you- to admire the beauty of Neverending. Kitty has no mind to do anything but survive and talk with Zaorva.
The sky is in a greenish shade-one that seems familiar to Kitty and at the same time is completely new- as she´s holding to her dear life on something - something soft and squeeze. And her eyes land on an azzure tentacle. The origin and no end.
"What?"
And a booming voice responds. Amused. In higher spirits and all its attention goes direct to Kitty. "You were wanting to talk with me, right...here I´m, Kitty Pryde. Oh, right..." and the voice stops and Kitty looks to a version of herself- donning with something blue. Not sure if is a dress or a robe, and at the moment, it doesn´t matter- as a face similar to hers is speaking now. "Hello, Kitty. You want to sue me?" and she treats as is a joke.
(It isn´t? Humanity is a fun joke for some Outer Gods. Humanity is a great way to kill time for others)
Kitty let go of the tentacle-better not try to understand how Zaorva is- and summons her courage again. "Why you bless that union?" and Zaorva didn´t respond and Kitty continues. "Peter Parker was taken ...by that thing...why?"
And now Zaorva answers putting a finger-Kitty´s finger. And there´re some implications here that she chooses to ignore- making a silent gesture to Kitty. Kitty/Zaorva will explain. "Peter Parker falls in love with the Felicia Hardy of my dimension. If you think this love was caused because of her tits..." Zaorva never breaks eye contact. "you´re wrong! Now...let me answer some of your questions that height in your soul"
Kitty wonders if she can even speak against. Even if she truly wanted. Could she do it?
"Felicia Hardy of the dimension where I live is not human as you noticed but rather the void" Kitty looks even more frightening. "The void has plans to Spiderman...He´s not being forced to be with this version of Felicia nor will be hurt, again, he has plans for this version of Spiderman"
And she continues. "Spiderman of your dimension jump the interdimensional portal on his own free will. No void, no Felicia tempted him to do so...only his desire to escape the mess of this dimension"
And to conclude. "And why I use your face? Because of Katherine Anne Pryde...I was you a long time ago. I can be a bit nostalgic" and a cute smile plays on Zaorva´s face. "And if you want to sue me" she is obviously mocking now. "She-Hulk is dealing with a big problem with Pheonix and Galaticus"
Kitty gulps unsure of her next step. A tentacle shows up. Several.
"Not so fast, little mortal, while I´m amused you wanted to sue me...would be another one to my criminal file" Kitty makes a wtf expression even if she´s still aware of the tentacles. " you did something really dumb and I´m a bit disappointed as well...so, I´ll punish you"
Her eyes change to a crystal tone of blue. She´s smiling in such a serene way. "You´re bold, as you´re judgemental, brash and always look down on magic users...well, that´s a bit hypocrite of you, isn´t it?"
And her view is just darkness.
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And Kitty opens her eyes in a blink. So fast and registering how the ceiling facing her is not the one she is used to. This is not the X-men´s mansion. Not the old apartment of Dr. Strange and not a hospital. Where is she?
"Ah, you wake up!" a voice carries from above. She shivers thinking is Zaorva again- her voice is different from the last time- and her eyes land to the right to see a woman -donned from heads to toes with crimson- hovering in the air in a lotus position.
"Who are you and where am I?" Kitty replies taking a grip on her situation. The woman´s age seems lost to Kitty- either she has 1000 years, which wouldn´t be the first time Kitty meet an immortal, or she has a normal age- opens her eyes and slowly comes down to the ground.
"I´m the Sorceress Supreme of this dimension. Still Scarlet Witch, I fought tooth and nails to keep my title to let go so easily and my name is Wanda Maximoff. You´re Kitty Pryde" Wanda answers for Kitty as she didn´t know who she is. "and you´re in Salem, my house now"
Kitty sits on the now identified as the couch and looks around. There´s nothing suspicious on as far her eyes- tired as they are- can register. "What happened?"
Wanda clap her hands and took a deep breath. "Lots of things happen in the 2 days you were in a comma. Oh, I´ll come there. First off, Jean Grey, the woman who was sleeping with Wolverine behind Scott´s back and then sleeping with Scott behind ...did many bad things earning the wrath of Pheonix...the Firebird would have burned all the X-men, however, Jean in a moment of clarity decides to sacrifice herself in exchange to all X-men´s safety. Pheonix agrees!" and Wanda looks at Kitty´s face.
Kitty and Jean aren´t that much friendly towards each other, in fact, quite the opposite...but, knowing Jean sacrifice herself to save others is something Kitty isn´t ready.
"Then, Logan didn´t take this well and jump into a Vulcan. Yes, that happened. Prof X´s lies are exposed and people start to side with the mutants in the social media" Wanda frowns at that. "sure, when I took the mantle people to side with my people too...but that didn´t lead the Romani people to live well, not all of them"
"Oh...anything else?" Kitty asked and Wanda nods.
"Spiderman renounces his residence in this dimension and is living in a new dimension with Felicia Hardy" Kitty inhales loudly and didn´t say anything. Wanda carries on. "The Avengers as well X-men will never be friends, but, once Tony Stark is out of the picture...again, they won´t be friends" and now she lowers her head and exhales. "Magneto was killed in the most ironic way...a Jewish community of New York killed him as Magneto was ready to murder everyone, mutants, and humans for his view"
Kitty opens her mouth and closes. "I´m sorry"
Wanda didn´t say much about this part. "The Quartet fantastic located and killed Madame Hydra and Red Skull on the same day"
"And then...come to you. You´re either the dumbest or bravest soul I ever meet. You managed to get an audience with the Mother of all magic. What you two talk I don´t know and if you don´t wish to say is alright...but, you must know...." Wanda now narrows her eyes sitting in front of Kitty and level her eyes to the young woman. "what you truly think of magic?"
"I ...never liked"
"Well, congratulations, Kitty...Zaorva loves ironic punishment and now you´ve magic powers" and as Kitty lifts her hands Wanda adds. "You can wrap reality just like me"
Kitty shivers and tries to deny, but, as her hands glow a pinkish light. Kitty knew in her heart, without a doubt, what truly happened. "And what I do?"
"You have options, Kitty. You can go away and return to the X-men" Wanda doesn´t hide her disappointment with the X-men-was an Avenger thing or something else?- "and figure out the magic on your own...is your choice. Or, you can be here and I can teach you how to use safely without hurting anyone or yourself"
And Kitty adds. "I must choose now?"
"No, you have options and time, something I never had...and more importantly, if you want to talk...I´m here ´cause I know and did some pretty dumb things in my youth...you´re not on even top 10"
And Kitty takes a decision. The X-men have an open vacancy and Nightcrawler wonders what happened to Kitty to give up on the X-men- is how he sees it- to go to a magic academy. "Something fishy...and I don´t trust Scarlet Witch nor any Sorcerer Supreme"
#Switch au#dumb au.#based on a prompt#kitty pryde#wanda maximoff#Wanda is a good teacher#she thinks Kitty is a bit dumb to do what she did#and yeah Kitty did dumb things in canon#no bashing here#Zaorva is a troll#Kurt doesn´t trust mages
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Soulmates - Parrlyn
Wowee!! Welcome to a rollercoaster of gayness. Assisted by the lovely @sarahzarahh and it's about 3000 words-ish.
The flat was warmed through and having Aragon snuggled next to Anne was the least of her problems at the given moment. Her girlfriend's roommate was also sat across from them on an armchair, eyes fixated on a journal of lined paper, frantically squiggling. Maybe it was the aggravating noise, but Anne couldn't seem to take her eyes off of her.
The girl, whom had been referred to as 'Parr', has a mess of tangled curls sat lop-sided on her head. She occasionally flicks her hair to the other side, glancing up and then back down at the book. Parr was of average build, Anne noted with a mental winking face. Pretty, too.
"Why haven't we eaten yet?" Anne complains loudly, moving her shoulder beneath the weight of Aragon, ripping her gaze from Parr.
"Because Cathy isn't hungry yet." Aragon yawns, adjusting herself to me more spread out across the entire length of the sofa, ensuring to kick the cushions out of her way.
"You do realise that referring to yourself in the third person is not attractive, right?" She cocks an eyebrow, looking to the lump laying on her shoulder.
"Not me! Cathy. Cathy Parr. The other person in this room?" Aragon corrects irritably, shaking her head as if she'd told her a billion times (and she had, Anne's brain just rejected the knowledge). "I'm Cath. That's Cathy. Simple."
"That's too complicated." Anne whines, sticking her legs out off the sofa to look at her socks, of which are covered in ducks. "One of you need to change your names. I mean- what do you guys do when someone shouts Catherine?? Both answer? It's too confusing! Just change one of your names to something better. Like Anne."
There's a pause of silence, and Parr makes her first interjection to the conversation. "Cath and I live alone- just the two of us. Who would be shouting Catherine?"
"Me. During sex." Anne blurts. "With Catherine. Because we do that a lot."
"Was that supposed to be a brag..?" Parr enquires, drawing her eyebrows together in both concern and disbelief. "It was unsuccessful, just so you know. And you can eat without me. I'm not hungry."
"Aragon? It's my 21st tomorrow! You know what that means!" Anne sings gleefully. "You better leave leftovers in the fridge because I'm waking up here tomorrow!"
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Anne sighs as she looks up at the ceiling, arm sluggishly bound over her eyes. Beneath her, the sofa moaned as she shifts one of her splayed limbs, barely covered by the blanket. She'd been here before. She props herself up on her elbows, eyeing the room sheepishly. Aragon's place…? Yes!
She throws herself up and looks around, still in disbelief. Her soulmate..- it was really Aragon! It was! Her lips curl into a grin as she fiddles with the sofa cushions. But... why was Cath sleeping on the sofa? She often refused to sleep anywhere but a top-quality bed, let alone an uncomfortable couch.
So.. what's the Aragon thing to do as soon as you wake up in a morning? Shower. Yes. Clean the body of her girlfriend would be a good port of call. Hehe.
Anne stumbles through the house, knocking an empty plastic cup to land upside down on the carpeting and kicks, almost tripping, on what she recognised was a pillow on the floor. Creme walls frame the halls, and she wonders if Cath had ever considered painting them a different colour to have a change of scenery.
After smacking her hand against the swollen frame of the door and sticking her finger abruptly in her mouth, she lands in front of the bathroom door. She twists the stubborn brass handle and pushes, the creaking of the door making her frown in distaste. Yawning, she gets a towel from the basket and throws it in the sink, which was conveniently next to the shower.
Using the heel of her hand, she pushes the last embers of sleep from her eyes and turns from the towel hamper, staring herself straight in the face. It takes her a few seconds to recognise the fact that the face she was looking into was not that of her girlfriend's, but in fact her roommate. Now that was something to wake up to.
--
Needless to say, watching her girlfriend walk out of her bedroom about an hour later was harder than one would've thought.
Anne was sat at the kitchen island with her fifth bowl of cereal, just finishing guzzling down the last of the milk in the bowl. Upon hearing the door open, she slams the plastic bowl down and crosses her legs over, eyes wide and staring intensely at the empty bowl.
"Parr? What're you doing..?" Aragon pulls her eyebrows together in concern, sitting across from her on one of the polished stools. "I'd never thought I'd say this.. but it's Anne's birthday today and… I've woken up and I'm me. And I'm.. I'm kind of happy about it.."
"Anne? Who's Anne?" She chokes out, having gasped at her words. Cath was now eyeing her skeptically, looking her over.
"Are you sick? You've gone pale." Aragon announces, tilting her head to the side and looking more like a concerned mother than a roommate. "I... I don't want to let Anne down and- whoever's body that she did wake up today, I'm happy for her. And I'm also glad that I didn't have to break the news."
Anne nods and swallows, hard, shaking her head as her eyes cloud with tears. As much as she knew that they were obviously not meant to be together, it hurt more knowing that Aragon was already planning on breaking up with her.
"Parr- are- are you crying? What's gotten you so upset..?" Confusion is now laced into her tome, her own catching in surprise. "Did the cereal do something to you..? Did it go soggy too quick again..-?"
"y'kNOW WHAT?" she says standing up, almost knocking the stool over and leaving it to teeter on its legs. "You - are so inconsiderate! How would you feel if your girlfriend couldn't say to your face that she doesn't like you anymore? Huh?? And only find out because it turns out that your roommate if her soulmate!! Consider us over."
Anne has said too much. Now, she realises, her actions will have consequences, and like most other situations, she rushes out and slams the door in Aragon's face, making sure she gets the last word in.
Trying to navigate through the unfamiliar apartment building was a whole other situation. The inner walls were glass and through her ecstasy of fumbling, could not for the life of her find the doors without aggressively smacking her hand against them. Was it going to bruise? Probably. Was she going to regret it? Yes. Though, a better question would be to ask the things that Anne doesn't regret.
She uses the phone she assumes is Catherine's and books herself a cab, having found herself awkwardly stood outside, watching helplessly as the cars rave on by. Anne sighs, eyeing the street name for the last time and typing it into the app. Closing the phone, her shoulders are raised to her ears, arms enveloped around herself, a chill settling into its embrace around her.
By the time that the car finally arrives, Anne had sat down on the floor and forgot why she was waiting there in the first place. Nevertheless, she clambers into the car and tells the driver her street, and what feels like an hour of endless streets passes by before she finally arrives. She tilts her head back with a critical sigh before making her way to her own apartment.
Anne hadn't considered that walking into her apartment with Kitty around would startle her, and for some reason, that wasn't the reason why she was cowering in the kitchen, hiding.
That's when she saw it.
Anne catches a silhouette with dark hair flash from the bathroom to her own bedroom, slamming the door shut. She wanders over curiously, tilting her head slightly backwards and nudging the door to uncover the quivering figure meticulously scrubbing her desk over, and then the bed posts, and then the glass lamp, and then the-
Holy shit. Her entire room was spotless.
"What the fuck did you do?"
A squeak emmits from Catherine's mouth- or Anne's. Catherine in Anne. A wipe glides harmlessly and her jump knocked the polish scattering.
"My room its..-"
"Oh wow.. you're me. This is trippy." Cathy murmurs, rubbing her eyes and forehead repetitively, looking over at her again and disappointed that herself was staring her down.
"Of all the things you could do, you clean my room?"
"Not your room. My room? It looks like its my room. I mean technically if I look like you and this is your room, does that not make it my room too--? If it doesn't you're completely insane because I'm you and everything you stand for- I even got the urge to touch the things under your bed and didn't! Because I'm super nice like that and even got rid of the pile of rubbish in the corner and found a bin- and put your washing away- and did the washing- and updated your computer- and changed a bulb in your fairy lights- and- and--"
Anne stares down at her in awe more than anything. Who knew that it was humanly possible for someone to speak so fast without some kind of assist? Her own body picks at her nails and occasionally, and violently, whacks a stray hair out of her face.
She sighs, fiddling aimlessly with the cloth, folding it up, and Anne walks over to plonk herself next to her. Cathy and Anne were now down on the floor in front of the bed.
"I broke up with her, yknow?" Anne admits, looking at their knees, gently brushing one another.
"As me? Did she know it was you..?"
She earns a shrug in response, and then an immediate silence following her words.. "I dunno. Hopefully."
"So.. soulmates, huh?" Cathy sighs, blowing a strand of dark hair out of her face, and nodding slightly, waiting for a response, any at all, and receiving null. Anne didn't want to talk about it, she supposed, until she decided to open her mouth again.
"Bullshit that destroys relationships? I think that means the same thing."
"Synonymous-"
"Whatever. Same thing. Now that I look back on it, I really don't know if I liked her. Or loved her, even. It's such a large presumption that I made that I made because I was so affection-deprived, and just wanted to feel loved, I guess."
"Wow, gotta be honest I didn't know you had feelings. You scream if you're hungry and that's about it." She snickers, and earns a playful slap on the arm.
"I'm being serious." She says quietly, and the laughing comes to a soft pause. "I honestly can't decide if I'm having genuine feelings for someone, or if I just want to feel loved and I'm brainwashing myself into thinking that I do because I want it that bad."
"I can completely understand where you're coming from. I mean, I've never had a relationship last more than about 2 months, so nothing ever serious. And… I know that this is probably a bad time to bring it up but… I feel like I can put my faith in you."
Anne's chest pulsates with warmth - the hot rush of words invigorating her beyond any previous actions. Why did these words strike a match against the dying embers of endearment in her heart? She wonders.
"Anne, I've been thinking about it for a while now and- I think I like women. And men. I think I'm bi."
Sentences hang in the space between them, strings of bonds connecting them and drawing them closer to one another.
"Well then. Not where I was expecting that to go but hey ho. Here we are." Anne draws a breath and releases it quickly, biting her tongue in the process and making a sour face. "Bit my tongue. Sorry."
"You don't have to say anything to help or anything- I just wanted someone to know. I'm not exactly sure. I just know that women are so beautiful and gorgeous and kissable and I mean the tits are a big factor in all of this so-"
"So- I'm not going to lie to you- that's pretty gay."
"Aren't you gay-?"
"Yes. Completely irrelevant."
"This whole soulmate thing is even more confusing, too. Is it some kind of government control to make sure people don't go astray from their plans? Are they experimenting on us? Are we hamsters in a lab?" Catherine rambles, making enormous hand gestures and her gaze flitting between Anne and a crooked picture on a wall that she failed to straighten.
"I think you're reading into the situation way too much. The whole idea of soulmates is someone who you are bound to since the beginning of time because you balance each other out. I gotta be honest, I was hoping my soulmate was a dog. It has happened and I really wanna be a dog for a day. When I was younger, I wanted to work as a police dog. I still think the idea's pretty cool."
"So.. you're saying that people don't always fall in love with their soulmates?"
"Nope! I know a lotta people who just kinda coexist together and it's pretty awesome if you ask me. Imagine your perfect person and then multiply it by 4- and then imagine being stuck with them in a metaphorical lift for the rest of your life-"
"You're talking a lot." Cathy smiles. "I've never heard you talk so much."
"'Better get used to it because I'm not shutting up any time soon."
"Good. It suits you." Cathy looks her over once again, still finding it weird to be talking to herself. "I'll tell you what. I'll come over tomorrow and… we can celebrate your birthday a bit late, but properly this time. This was a complete train wreck."
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Cathy's hand thumps against the door, and pushes it open promptly. A pungent stench of burning met her with a jolt and her lips upturn in disgust. Had Anne tried cooking? Oh good God.
"Fuck-!" The dark-haired girl yells in a panic, frantically brushing her hands down the length of her body to get the white power (which Parr presumed to be flour) off of her clothes and onto the floor. "You weren't supposed to be here until 10!"
"Yes, but you weren't supposed to make a mess! Where's Kitty, anyway? I thought she was supposed to be babysitting you?" Catherine catches sight of what look like the remnants of shortbread cookies. "Are those supposed to be edible?"
Anne looks down, her hair falling out of the loose tie it was in, and picks at her nails, dough still being stuck beneath them. "They were supposed to be for you- but stupid you came back to early before I could make any that worked!"
She smiles at the mess that the clumsy girl had made, putting her laptop bag down on the floor, as well as the gifts that she had bought for Anne, herself and walking over to stand in front of her.. "You did this for me?"
"Yes, stupid." Anne grumbles, looking up at her to meet her eyes. There was something in them that told Parr that she didn't want to, but couldn't help staring up at her.
"Awh~" she coos, grinning at her teasingly. "Was my Annie trying to be ni-"
Cathy's words are cut off by a pair of lips against hers, and she finds herself kissing them back, arms only just registering that they should be around Anne before she pulls away from her, cheeks furiously red. A few seconds pass where they just appreciate the (sexual) tension in the air before Cathy kisses her again, of her own still, hands finding a place nestled on her waist. Comfort seeps from the seams of their embrace into the hearts of the potential lovers, consolidating a connection they had only now acknowledged.
At the moment of their disconnection, Anne pulls herself away from Cathy and rushes behind her to muddle through the discarded carrier bag on the floor.
"Anne-"
"Shush I know you bought me things." She hushes her, and a smile pulls across the girl's lips, left standing in awe, heart dipping and swooping as the woman she kissed carried her heart across the room, out of her chest.
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Anne turns around, putting the last piece of chocolate in her mouth and fiddling with the petals of the flowers closest to her. As she swallows, she smiles gratefully at Catherine and stands up, feinting a stretch. "Y'know you didn't have to get me anything, right?"
"I mean- I kinda did. It's your birthday and you expect me to show up empty handed?"
"Kinda, yeah. Thank you." She smiles and watches Parr stand up too. "Why're you stood up?"
"You stood up. I assumed that we were going somewhere. Are we not-?" She looks around the room and by the time she gets back to her, she's leaning into another kiss, which she accepts with graciousness. Anne seems to melt into her form with grace, arms finding her neck and clinging to her like she was the only thing holding her down.
She sighs into her lips, pulling away to press her forehead to the gremlin's. A very lovable gremlin, at that. Cathy can feel her hot breath against her neck and she feels herself pick Anne up and hoist her to a countertop, so that she was taller than her, for once. That's when the desperation dissolves into passion: raw emotion coursing like ecstasy through veins of adrenaline, every nerve awake and alert and alive.
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When Parr was met with the bare back of an almost snoozing Anne Boleyn just a few hours later, it comes natural to pull her closer, arm tucking over her stomach. She pushes herself up on one elbow, moving Anne's mess that she calls hair so that she can rest her lips against her neck.
"You're very touchy." Anne whispers, turning her head to stop her persistent kisses and turning over.
"You make it sound as if you don't like it?"
"Shh… I love it.." she mumbles, opening her eyes and turning over, pulling the blankets to cover herself over. "Y'know.. if that's your idea of celebrating properly I think I'll have to have another birthday sometime soon."
"Annie..- you can only have one birthday a year..-"
"Do I look like a give a fuck?"
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A/N - When in doubt, strip off their clothes and smash them together like dolls.
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Rebellious Parr at School!
These were thought up by @wolfies-chew-toy and I- mostly MB- because Cathy going through teenage rebellion is I C O N I C
There are some teenage Anne in here too but mostly our girl Cathy P 🖤
Also I’m sorry about the length- I’m on mobile so I can’t add a read more :)
•Anne got her heelys confiscated, so she decided to sandpaper the bottom of her shoes so she can slide around like a penguin. No wheels? No problem.
•Catherine being the feminist icon that all teachers fear:
“NO I AM NOT READING ROMEO AND JULIET AS ITS A DEROGATORY REPRESENTATION OF WOMEN AND SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH”
Then Catherine promptly gets removed from the class.
“Catherine don’t you have English right now?”
“Don’t you have your funeral!!.... oh my god Mrs lynn I’m so sorry” because Cathy is a badass but she still has feelings
•Confusing the teachers on a daily basis:
"Hitler is kinda like Kim Jong Un dont you think?"
"Miss Parr and Miss Seymour what are you talking about?"
"Miss, isn't Kim Jong Un rather like Hitler?"
"Please stop discussing your Kpop idols in my class."
•The school has different colors led name tags for the different years, eg. Seventh year, yellow, eighth year green etc.
You can bet your ass Parr has a name tag in each colour and wears them all at once. It ranges from her actual name to Catradora. She has a name tag that just says CatParr420 and wears it everywhere.
And 90% of the time she wears a blank one and carries around a marker
“Umm excuse me what’s your name?”
Which prompts Cathy to draw on a fake name.
“Anita Willtolive”!
•She draws penises on all the whiteboards of every class she enters in permanent marker.
•One time the school used a drone to film the morning assembly and the noise annoyed Cathy so much she picked her book from morning reading up and h u r l e d it at the drone.
All you can hear before the recording stops is “YEET”
Did she get detention? Yes
Was it worth it? HELL YES
•You can bet your bottom dollar that Anne is in that detention too.
Anne's reasons for detention range from stuff like chatting to general shenaniganery but Cathy is just oPEN DEFIANCE
•She only is nice to her classmates
•And selected teachers
•She's a dick to everyone else
•But if she sees a kid on their own she’ll go out of her way to be lovely to them and to that one annoying teacher she hates, she’s a hell raiser
•She once moved the empty table next to her desk away to the other end of the class to stop teachers from sitting next to her- whilst the teacher was trying to sit at said desk.
•Catherine openly questioning EVERYTHING
“But if everyone is only nice to get into heaven surely that defeats the purpose and they’re being fake”
•She would fall asleep in front of the teacher
She'd just yell goodnight really loudly and knock out on her desk
•Honestly it’s a wonder she hasn’t been kicked out, but Jane thinks it’s because her grades bring up the school average
•She does her homework the moment she gets it and is finished by the end of the day
•Anne just puts in her file and lets it rot
•Parr gets in trouble for handing in Anne’s homework that Parr did but Anne has no idea. Cathy just wanted to make sure she didn’t fail
•Anne teaches Parr how to get discounts in the cafeteria, because Parr needs free cookies.
•Parr is Anne's defender when it comes to detentions
•She gives the teacher her Stare™️ and they instantly clam up
•Their detention desks are side by side and they have like those partners in crime necklaces but instead of two halves on their necklaces they’re carved into the tables
They they put them together they just line up
“Parr scares all the teachers except the German teacher who is literally Satan.
•Anne looks scary but she is basically harmless
•Parr looks like she wouldn't hurt a fly but given the chance she would 100% bite her teacher's hand off
•Anne has like five piercings and the messiest uniform in existence while Parr has only one piercing in each ear and the neatest uniform in existence but the moment Parr opens her mouth you better run
•She once bit a first year because they got in her way
•Cross any of Parr's friends or Parr herself and you might as well drop out because you'll be on a hit list for your whole education career
•She’s got a little black book of people that’s annoyed her because eventually she forgets but she’s too petty to let her memory get the better of her
•Anne has been on it at least once but Parr always strikes her name out
•She once kicked Parr in the stomach trying to show off her sandpapered shoes
•The shoe flew off and hit Parr in the stomach
She would have screamed at Anne but Anne’s puppy dog eyes are irresistible
Especially at 12 years old because she’s literally a baby
Like not even in a sexual way, you just can’t say no to those eyes
•Seymour has also been on the list once
But Parr got her revenge
What did Seymour do? She keeps taking Parrs highlighters
So Parr makes her pay money for every time she uses her highlighters
And one day a teacher sees and thinks it’s a drug deal
Every late payment is + 1 quid
Jane knows better than to accumulate late payments because Parr is ruthless when it comes to money
•When a classmate lost Parrs calculator and didn't pay her back, Parr literally carved owe money pay money onto her desk and got that person's friends to remind them daily till they paid her back
•Every time that person saw Parr in the hallways they'd turn around and head the other direction
•Tardies don't matter when the most trigger-happy person in school is out for your blood
•The day that she’s sat next to Parr in the seating plan is the day she moves schools
•Even then Parr still tracks her down
•She waits for them at the school gate with the most murderous smile on her face
•You just see Anne behind her chewing gum, snapping her fingers and doing jazz hands
•And the person is rapidly dialing their parents while screaming MOM COME PICK ME UP I'M SCARED
•Suddenly Aragon pulls up with the others and shouts at the pair “get in losers we’re going shopping”
"How the hell did you even find them Cathy?"
"I just followed the smell of crippling debt and it led me here."
“No seriously how?”
“Anne never turns her snapmaps off”
•Also Parr made the PE teacher cry more than once. More than twice. Okay it was 27 times.
•Parr has a pen knife and people try to confiscate it but she just brings out a printed sheet of paper that says that “a knife may be carried as a self defence weapon if it is under 9 inches and is retractable”
•She made the history teacher quit.
•One time she threatened to give someone salmonella because they were giving Anne and Kat a hard time
•Both Anne and Kat are in special ed and someone thought it'd be funny to bully them cuz of it
•She was skipping class in the toilets and two girls walk in and start bad mouthing Anne and Kitty so she kicks open her door and looks at them whilst sucking a lolly pop “hello bitches say goodbye to ur eyebrows”
•Parr is super defensive of the two of them
•She teases them sure but if anyone else tries, they have to sleep with one eye open
•Anne and Kat don't understand why people keep coming up and apologizing to them
•When they ask Parr, she just shrugs and smiles
•Parr used to be super motivated back in year seven. When year eleven rolled around, she became a little more rebellious, first the name tags, then the mouthing off. Then it escalated further and further. No one else but Parr and Anne knows what happened to cause this change
•Parr is soft for Anne and Kat and Anne and Kat alone
•She roughs up Aragon, Seymour and Cleves bc she knows they can take it. She's soft when she needs to be and not many people see that side of her
•Her favourite teachers rarely see that side either. Only during teacher's day when she sneaks into the staffroom to give them homemade cookies
•Parr wears leather jackets to class and no one dares question her.
•Anne learnt Chinese and how to play the guitar during detention so that she could sing for Parr the next time they had a session together
•Anne singing Unchained Melody exactly like in ghost the musical, and does the little elvis riff too
•Parr and Anne facetime and do Kahoots together because they need to study aka theyre competitive as shit
•Cathy gets excited in class and stands on her chair and yells "I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK. U COMING TO KILL ME???" And promptly gets removed from the class.
•Parr gets a "Little Miss Adventurous" award for having the most travelled converstation.
BONUS:
•The queens doing that egg project where they have to bring an egg home and keep it for a week
•Anne calls hers Eggward Eggburt.
•Aragon drops it the moment she gets it
•Anne brings the egg home and makes it into an omelette
•Jane does well till the sixth day where she goes fuck it and uses it to bake cookies.
•Cleves breaks it during lunch after Anne called her a name and she threw it at her
•Kat gives hers to Jane and it's baked into chocolate chip cookies
•Parr shuts hers in the fridge for a week and takes it out at the end of the week
•Anne gets asked where her egg is and she pats her stomach which results in Kitty yelling “YOURE PREGNANT?!”
•Jane gets asked where her egg is and she holds up this cookie jar and offers the teacher one
•Parr is praised for being the only one in class for having an intact egg and then she grabs the egg and breaks it on the teacher's head cuz she 'needed to shut up'
#anne boleyn#six the musical#millie o'connell#aimie atkinson#katherine howard#catherine parr#catherine of aragon#grace mouat
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Your Time Will Come, if You Wait for It (part three)
here is the third and final part of this installment of the tiny kat au! i always thought this one was really soft and also kinda painful it just depends on how you roll. @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts and i both know, however, the next one. she’s not soft.
[part one] - [part two]
[Part 3: And I Keep Coming Up Short]
jane gets very little sleep that night, mind occupied with anxiety for the future. katherine, on the other hand, doesn’t stir at all until the ladies arrive to help jane and katherine prepare for breakfast, and even then sits bleary-eyed and still half-asleep as an attendant styles her hair.
the king is present at the breakfast, but the new queen is conspicuously absent. henry glowers at some courtiers who are whispering together, then digs into his meal, pointedly focusing on his plate.
katherine is very quiet during breakfast, noticeably disappointed over the absence of the german queen. jane feels so incredibly sick to her stomach that she picks at her food and barely eats a morsel.
neither katherine nor mary, who arrived a few minutes after jane and katherine, say a word about it.
it’s towards the end of breakfast when katherine finally seems to muster enough courage to speak directly to the king. “your majesty,” she starts formally and politely, “where is her majesty this morning?”
henry looks at her for a moment. “i don’t see why that’s any of your business, little girl.” he turns his head to jane. “my beloved sister, please control your... ward.” the way he says the way ‘ward’ is such that it could easily have been replaced with the word ‘brat’ and still made sense.
katherine falls silent, looking down at her plate with an embarrassed blush staining her cheeks.
jane nudges katherine’s foot under the table so she looks up. jane sends her the most gentle and loving look she can, but katherine doesn’t seem to react. so jane stands. “katherine, love, will you join me for a stroll in the garden?”
katherine shrugs, but stands and makes her way over to her mother.
jane takes her hand and leads her out of the room, concerned at the way her daughter’s spirits had dropped so much. to her, it’s just another sign of their relationship failing, that katherine was growing apart from her, and katherine’s sullen expression doesn’t pick up as they take a walk through the grounds.
she doesn’t let go of jane’s hand, though, which is the only solace through everything.
jane leads katherine over to a small bench in front of one of the fountains. they sit, side by side, not speaking. katherine idly swings her legs, jane doesn’t know how to start the conversation.
jane misses her usually so social little girl, and tugs her gently into her lap. “are you ready to go home tomorrow, love?” she asks quietly.
“mhm,” katherine nods, although the joy is missing from her voice. jane’s throat constricts slightly and she swallows.
“is something the matter, love?”
“i’m worried about anna,” katherine looks up at her. the distress is clear in her face and jane tucks a loose strand of hair neatly behind her ear.
“i’m sure she’s okay, love,” she tries to reassure her.
“but she wasn’t at breakfast,” katherine protests. “and the king seemed really mad.”
“maybe she just overslept, yesterday was a long day.”
katherine looks at her, half-disbelieving. “aren’t you worried about her?” she scowls, the best an eleven year old can do. “don’t you care?!”
“of course i care!” jane says beseechingly. “but...” she doesn’t quite know how to explain it to katherine; she can think of several reasons why anna would be absent and henry would be annoyed, and none of them she wanted to explain to her daughter.
katherine frowns up at her. “but what?”
jane bites her lip. “something may have happened between them.”
katherine jumps to her feet, shocked. she grabs jane’s hand and pulls her up. “we have to go check on her!” katherine insists. “what if she’s upset?!”
“kat,” jane sighs, trying to sound sympathetic but still firm. “it’s... grown up stuff. i’m not sure anna would want to talk about it.”
“but we could still cheer her up!” katherine insists, attempting to pull jane along.
jane finally relents and lets katherine drag her back into the palace before stopping.
“I don’t know where her rooms are,” katherine admits, looking up at jane for advice.
jane hesitates. she does know. she stayed in those rooms for weeks before she was asked to leave.
it would be so easy to lie. but she’s already losing katherine, she feels, would a boldfaced lie do her in completely?
she gives katherine’s hand a gentle squeeze. “let’s go, love,” she hums quietly, then leads her off towards where anna would be.
there are some ladies waiting outside of anna’s door, but they let jane and katherine pass. katherine knocks on the door and listens carefully.
“anna?” she asks. “it’s katherine,” she adds, somewhat unnecessarily, as if there was going to be another eleven year old girl seeking anna’s presence.
“i’m here too, anna,” jane says softly, feeling its better to let her presence be known right away.
there’s a long stretch of silence, then a muffled, barely audible, “come in,” reaches their ears.
the room is very dark when they enter. all the blinds and curtains are still drawn, and it’s hard to make out the vaguely anna-shaped lump in the bed. but as their eyes adjust to the darkness, they see anna, still in her nightgown, curled up and facing away from the door.
katherine immediately breaks away from jane, rushing over to climb on the bed. “anna?” she quietly asks.
jane does follow, albeit hesitantly, and sits down on the edge of the bed to watch them both.
anna looks tired and miserable, but she sits up and smiles slightly when katherine rushes to hug her.
“guten morgen, katherine,” she says quietly.
“i was so worried about you,” katherine mumbles, hugging her tightly. “you said we could sit together at breakfast but then you weren’t there and-”
“hush, katherine,” anna soothes. “i am okay. see?” she indicates herself. “not a single scratch.”
katherine, believe it or not, looks anna up and down in near disbelief. if she wasn’t hurt, why didn’t she appear this morning.
while kitty is distracted, anna and jane’s eyes meet, and anna gives the barest shake of her head, and jane immediately understands.
“i had a tiring night, katherine,” anna explains, “and i wanted some extra sleep.”
“you’re sure you’re okay?” katherine asks one more time, and anna chuckles, although it’s slightly forced.
“i’m fine, katherine. you are very sweet for coming to check on me.” she presses a kiss to katherine’s forehead (an action that sends a slight pang to jane’s heart). “now, you go and spend time with your mama. i’m sure she’s missed you, what with all the wedding planning we were doing.”
“but i wanna make sure you’re okay!” katherine protests. “i don’t want to leave you if you’re upset!”
“katherine,” anna says calmly, “i really am alright, just tired.”
“but-“
“no buts, katherine.”
jane feels her heart stinging, was katherine really so adverse to spending time with her anymore that she’s just flat out refusing it?
anna, of course, because she’s brilliant and kind and everything katherine would want in a maternal figure, seems to spot jane’s anguish.
“go on, now, katherine.”
katherine reluctantly stands up and jane reaches out her hand to take hers.
“I’ll be back later,” katherine promises.
anna gives a small wave as they leave.
katherine is unusually quiet as they walk back down the hall, and jane gives her hand a light squeeze. “are you alright, love?”
katherine shrugs. “just worried about anna.”
jane presses her lips together. she saw this coming. “you saw her, she’s okay, love.”
“she’s hiding something,” katherine declares very seriously, and jane gives a soft sigh.
“kat... it’s grown-up problems, like i said. she’s going to be just fine, i promise you.” jane didn’t really want to explain to katherine about what had happened - or more accurately, not happened - between the queen and king last night. katherine shouldn’t have to concern herself with anything like that until she was much older.
jane gives a tug on katherine’s hand, and she drags her feet as she follows her mother down the halls and down the stairs. “what if we went into town today?” jane asks, running a hand over katherine’s hair. “we can even stop by the bakery if you want, love.”
“sure,” katherine shrugs, sounding dejected and altogether not quite there. jane hates that every sign points to katherine drifting away from her, and she makes a desperate stab at more conversation.
“it’ll be nice to make the most of the town before we head back to the country, won’t it, kat?”
again, katherine shrugs absently.
jane’s soul aches at katherine’s distraction and obvious wishes to be anywhere else. but she can’t do anything about it. she doesn’t want to put any of her guilt into katherine, she only wants what will make her the happiest. and if that involves staying with anna at court instead of coming home, then she might just have to take that loss. “well, what would you like to do today, love?” jane asks as kindly as possible.
again, katherine shrugs. “i don’t mind.”
they stand there next to the staircase for several moments. jane isn’t sure what to do; she knows that katherine wants to go back to anna, but she suspects anna will just try and get them to leave again. jane can’t help but feel, though, that katherine will be distracted and dejected for the rest of the day.
jane pulls on her hand to lead katherine to the portrait gallery. she sits down on one of the sofas and pats the spot next to her, which katherine fills with a rigid posture.
“katherine, love,” jane says as gently as she can, “i know you’re worried about anna, but i don’t want you to miss our last day in court being upset.” she cups the girl’s cheek and turns her head so they face each other, “tell me what i can do to help you feel better.”
katherine is silent for a few moments, gaze darting down to the floor.
“i just want anna to feel better,” she mumbles.
there’s a small part of her that marvels at katherine’s incredible empathy, but most of her mind is taken up by her own sadness that jane really can’t get katherine’s attention away from anna.
“anna will feel better,” jane says softly. “she just needs some alone time. you’ll see her later, for dinner, maybe even for lunch.”
katherine gives an empty shrug. then she lights up. “do you think we can invite anna to come to the country with us sometime?” she asks excitedly.
“i don’t see why not,” jane says, seemingly composed. underneath, however, she’s full of slightly conflicting emotion, although a lot of it is relief. anna still seems to be her priority, but katherine still wants to come back to the country with her.
katherine beams. “she’s going to love it there!” she says excitedly. “i’ll have to show her all around the grounds, as she’ll love brighton!” katherine seems to get even more excited at the thought of their hound, being watched by a neighboring family while they were in court. “we’re going to have so much fun!”
“you’ll have to ask her very nicely if she wants to come and stay, then,” jane laughs softly, enjoying her daughter’s enthusiasm slightly more now that katherine seemed to still want to live at home. katherine nods emphatically.
“do you think she’ll want to stay with us?”
“well we’ll never know if you don’t ask, love,” jane says.
katherine nods wisely. she really really hopes that anna would come to stay with them, especially to get away from the king.
but then another thought strikes katherine. he always seemed nice when jane was around, so maybe they could help anna...
“what if we stayed here?!” katherine rushes out. “at court!”
jane’s heart drops out of her stomach. “I...” she begins, trying to make her voice as gentle as possible. “i don’t think that’s a very good idea.”
“why not?” katherine asks, tilting her head slightly. jane debates over what to tell her; she knows she couldn’t stay here around henry, not when the pain was still too raw.
"court life..." she starts, her throat feeling quite dry, "court life isn't as glamorous as you think, love. just ask mary, she grew up here and hated every minute." she lowers her voice. "it's dangerous, sweetheart. you never know who you can trust, what you can say, who you can talk to..." jane trails off, an image of henry materializing in front of her eyes. she shakes her head and looks back down at katherine. "you won't be happy here, love. neither of us will."
“so anna won’t be happy here either?” there’s a note of panic in katherine’s tone as she looks up at her mother with wide eyes. jane sighs.
“anna... has responsibilities as queen of england. it’s not an easy life, love, but it’s one she has to fulfil.” until henry discards her, that is, she can’t help but think slightly bitterly. it had happened to her, someone he supposedly loved, and it had happened to his past two wives as well. even though jane still loves him, she can’t help but feel like part of a pattern, a chain of women cast aside at the first sign of trouble.
"but still!" katherine protests, not entirely noticing her mother falling away into thought. "the king seemed less upset with you around! maybe if we stay it'll be alright for all of us!"
jane blankly looks at the space on the floor near their feet. she has nothing left to say to katherine, nothing left to convince her that this would most definitely bring her mother to an early grave. so she simply pleads, tears blooming in her eyes. "please don't ask me to do this, love," she asks. "i can't do it."
katherine freezes slightly at the sight of tears.
“i’m sorry,” she mumbles out.
jane can’t reply, voice caught in her throat. she tries to wipe away the tears before they can stream down her face but she’s too slow.
“mama?” katherine asks, slightly anxiously.
jane can’t answer, not right away. there are a thousand things she wants to tell katherine, but she can’t find the words to say any of them.
katherine gets a little more upset and a little more nervous with each second jane doesn’t answer, and katherine ultimately climbs into jane’s lap, curling up against her. “what’s wrong, mama?”
“i can’t stay here,” jane finally chokes out, voice barely a whisper. “if you want to stay with anna... i understand. but i just-“ a broken gasp of a sob escapes her, “-can’t.”
“mama?” katherine is well and truly panicked now, trying to cling as tightly as she can to jane as if it’ll calm her down. “mama, what do you mean?”
“i’m so sorry, kat,” jane sobs. “you can stay here with anna, but i can’t. i’m sorry, love, i’m sorry-”
“stay here without you?” katherine looks even more alarmed, if possible.
jane is so consumed in her emotions she doesn’t recognize the panic in katherine’s voice. “you can stay here with anna, with the hounds, all of them,” jane whispers.
“mama,” katherine pleads, near tears of her own. “don’t leave me here alone.” she chokes on a breath. “i need you, mama,” she whimpers, knowing you childlike she sounds.
when katherine starts crying, the maternal instinct cuts through the fog of jane’s mind and she suddenly realises the state of the girl in her lap.
“kat, no,” she suddenly gasps. “i won’t leave you here if you don’t want me to, i’d never do that. i just thought you’d want to stay here, with anna.”
katherine is nearly inconsolable, clinging to the fabric of jane’s dress like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered to the world. she leans against jane even more, becoming all but dead weight in her arms.
“i wanna stay with you,” she mumbles, the words barely there and nearly empty. “i want you, mama.”
“it’s okay, love, you can stay with me,” jane tries desperately to console her. “we’ll stay together, i promise. it’s going to be okay, kitty-kat.”
seeing katherine like this makes jane feel immensely guilty. how could she have thought katherine was forgetting about her just because she liked spending time with anna? she tries to push the guilt down as best she can as she cradles the little girl in her arms, hushing her gently.
katherine latches to jane and doesn’t let go, and jane takes up the usual soothing measures of rubbing soft circles on katherine’s back and weaving her fingers in the girl’s hair. “you don’t have to be afraid, love,” jane promises quietly. “i’ll never let you go alone if you don’t want me to.”
“please don’t leave me here,” katherine half-sobs out, almost incoherent in her mumbles. she chokes out something else but her words blur together too much for jane to understand it.
“i won’t leave you, love, i promise,” jane soothes. “i’ve got you. mama’s got you, and she’s never going to leave you alone if you don’t want me to. i promise, my little seymour.”
the way katherine grips her, holding on as though she were the only thing left in existence, sends another wave of guilt through jane. how could she ever think katherine didn’t want her?
“i’m here, baby, mama’s here,” she murmurs quietly, still trying to soothe the girl in her arms.
katherine presses herself closer and mumbles into her shoulder, “are you mad, mama?”
“no!” jane half-gasps, pulling back slightly to look her daughter in the eyes. “no, love, of course i’m not mad! i’m not angry or upset with you at all, i promise.”
she leans forward and presses a kiss to katherine’s forehead, trying to pour all her love into this one gesture.
katherine doesn’t react to the kiss. immediately after, katherine curls against jane, whimpering pathetically, feeling much more like the scared girl that had been dragged into the throne room than jane’s pride and joy.
“i’m sorry, mama,” she mumbled shakily, still not quite believing nothing was wrong considering jane’s earlier breakdown. “for whatever i did.”
“sweetheart, you don’t need to be sorry,” jane tries to hush her. her heart hurts and her stomach aches with guilt. how could she have put all those emotions onto a child? onto katherine, her pride and joy, whose only crime was making a new friend? “i’m the one who’s sorry, love.”
katherine immediately pulls back in confusion. “what are you sorry for?”
jane sighs. she wasn’t getting out of it now. “i was jealous, love,” she admits quietly. “i thought you liked anna more than me.” she inhales so sharply it’s nearly a gasp. “i’m jealous of anna, love, because she’s married to the man i still love.” she takes a calming breath the best she can. “but i mostly thought i was losing you to her. that you...” she looks katherine in the eyes, brushing hair from her face. “you wouldn’t want me around anymore.”
katherine stares up at jane with wide eyes, slowly letting jane’s words sink in.
“but... you’re my mama,” she says with a tone of confusion, as if not quite understanding. “and i love you.”
“i know that, love,” jane sighs softly. “jealousy is an ugly thing, though, and it made me think bad things. i’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
katherine presses herself further into jane’s hold, unwilling to let go. she rests her head against jane’s shoulder, her face in the crook of her neck. “you’re my mama,” she repeats softly. “i don’t want anyone else as my mama. ever,” she declares with all the might an eleven year old can muster.
jane presses a soft kiss to katherine’s temple as she lets the girl curl up against her.
“i know that, kat, and i should have remembered. and i promise, i’ll always be your mama. even when i’m old and grey and you’re all grown up, you’ll be my little seymour.”
“even when i’m a hundred?” katherine asks, and jane chuckles quietly.
“even when you’re a hundred.”
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Parrlyn Date AU
Okay so this took me WAY longer than it should’ve taken but I finished it. Sorry it’s really long and kinda bad but it’s the first thing I’ve written for Six (I was originally too scared to write anything cause I thought I’d sound too American). But I tried! Here ParrxBoleyn because they’re too cute.
Anne Boleyn is crushing hard (read: in love with) on Catherine Parr. The only problem is she’s to she’s too scared to do anything about it (not that she ever admit that)
The rest of the girls excluding Parr can all tell and Boleyn’s failed attempts at flirting is DRIVING THE OTHERS INSANE
“I’m gonna kill them, Jane.”
“Catherine of Aragon you will not!”
“I’ll join you. I’ll grab Anne and you get Catherine, she’s smaller and most likely less resistant.”
“Anna of Cleves don’t you dare!”
Anne decides enough is enough and asks the other queens for date ideas
They suggest stuff like: go to the cinema and “Hold hands while reaching for the popcorn!” (Kitty’s idea), go out to eat at a fancy restaurant (Cleves idea), get yourself lost in an escape room forever (Catherine’s idea), get ice cream (Catherine’s 2nd idea after her initial idea was shut down) and take a walk through the park (Jane’s idea)
Anne decides to just do all of them (except the escape room thing).
But she’s still terrified that Catherine doesn’t feel the same way she does
So she decides that she’s not going to ask her out on a date: but stage a fake family outing instead
She enlists the help of the Katherine Howard to help her devise her plan: telling Parr that the group is going out to eat and seeing a movie on their day off but in reality, it’s just gonna be her and Anne
“Okay Kitty, first we’ll tell Catherine that we’re all going out to eat together as a family and seeing a movie afterward. Then I’ll set up the reservation. On the day of you guys tell her that other plans have come up and you can’t make it, so it’ll be just us two alone. Perfect plan!”
“Don’t you think you’re over complicating this? Like this seems kinda sleazy... Why don’t you just ask her out, you know regularly?”
“Because Katherine you never tell a girl you like her, it makes you look like an idiot!” (If you get that reference then gold star!)
They convince the other queens to go along with the scheme but it takes more effort to get some to agree than others, aka Jane and Aragon
(Katherine has to convince Jane by protesting that “its for true love Mum!” And Anne convinces Aragon by promising to stop pranking her for an entire month (she crossed her fingers though))
Anne gets Cleves to tell Parr the plan because she realizes very quickly that Howard is a terrible secret keeper
Cleves and Aragon help Anne pick out a date outfit while Howard and Jane go and help Parr
For Anne, they pick out a long semi see-through white button up shirt that she tucks into a pair of light blues skinny jeans and finishes the look with a black belt and her signature choker.
Anne refuses to button up the shirt any further than the button just below her bra.
Aragon protests this immensely.
Cleves slaps Aragon’s hand every time she tries to button up the shirt
They end up comprising and Anne buttons the shirt so her bra isn’t showing but still plenty of skin is exposed (cue Aragon praying in the corner)
The night arrives and Anne is (freaking out) in the bathroom
She starts to second guess if what she’s doing is really a good idea but it’s time to leave and too late to back out of it now.
Anne fixes her clothes and makeup - trading her signature red lipstick for a more nude pink color, hair still in her normal buns- then heads done the stairs
Anne waits for Catherine to show up and when she does she’s speechless: she’s wearing a dress, something very unusual for the girl who wore pants 90% of the time, the top a white short sleeve button up that’s tied into a bow at the bottom where it met with a long dark skirt with pale pastel pink and cream colored flowers printed on it. Her curly hair down and free instead of up in its usual ponytail.
“Hey, Anne I just got a message from Catherine and Anna saying they're stuck in traffic with Maria and the rest of band and can’t make it-“
“You're wearing a dress!”
“Yeah, Katherine insisted that I wear it. And I’m pretty sure she stole all my hairbands as well.”
“You look really pretty, I mean nice! You look pretty nice...”
Before Anne can embarrass herself any further, Jane comes out as planned and tell them that Katherine caught some kind of bug and is sick and says they’re gonna stay behind as well.
Catherine tries to them that they could reschedule but Jane cuts her off and tells her to go have fun, pushing them out the door (but not before handing them their coats, well at least Parr)
“It’s going to be chilly out tonight Anne!”
“I’ll be fine Jane!”
Anne turns back and sees Katherine standing at the top of the stairs giving her a thumbs up
Anne is now certain the day is gonna end in disaster
When they show up to the restaurant Anne goes up to the hostess and pretend to tell them to change the reservation
(she’s just checking in)
The beginning of the “not date” is kinda awkward as Anne has no fucking clue what to say but Catherine must be able to sense this as she takes over talking for a change
They order and everything is going pretty great until a waiter accidentally slips and spills burning hot food all over Anne’s shirt and chest.
Anne runs to the bathroom and Catherine runs in and helps her try and clean herself up which does entail Catherine wiping the open visible part of Anne’s chest
(Anne is sure she’s about to die a second time)
Anne is fine but the shirt, however, despite the effort, is completely ruined
Catherine runs out to the car and brings back her jacket that Jane had handed to her when they left and hands it to Anne
The jacket is slightly too small but it gets the job done. Plus Anne gets a giddy feeling in her stomach at the idea of walking around in Catherine’s jacket
‘It’s kinda like we’re dating-, nope Anne shut that idea down!’
The staff feels so bad about what happened that they offer to have the meal be free and bring them out a complimentary dessert something Anne is VERY happy about.
Next is the movies.
When they get there the movie they planned to see is sold out so they decide to watch a horror movie instead.
“Are you sure Anne? This one looks pretty scary.”
“Pssh, yeah right. I’ll be fine unless YOU want to go see something else, Catherine. Don’t worry babe, I’ll hold you when you get too scared.”
Anne eats her words.
Not even 30 minutes into the movie and Anne is scared poopless.
Luckily for them, the cinema they are at has reclining chairs and moveable armrests. Catherine reaches over and takes hold of Anne’s hand.
After a few more jump scares, Anne is fully entangled in Catherine’s arms, head tucked in the crook of her neck
“Look who’s holding who? So much for being my protector.”
“Oh shut it Catherine-aaahhhh shit!”
When the movie ends Anne is still shaken up (that thing was wayyy scarier than she could’ve predicted!) so Catherine continues to hold her hand
The night is still young so they stop at an ice cream shop
Anne gets a jumbo-sized cone while Catherine gets a sundae in a cup
They decide to take a walk through the park and of course because the day seems to apparently HATE Anne, she drops her ice cream after tripping over a rock
‘Maybe all this stuff happening to me today is just karma for forcing Catherine for going on this ‘not date’ with me?’
Catherine, the angel that she is, shares her sundae with Anne, each taking turns taking bites
They stop and eat at a park bench in fear of dropping the frozen treat.
When the finish they just sit and enjoy the night, the atmosphere and each other’s presence
“Thanks for doing all this with me Catherine.”
“Yeah, well this has definitely been one of, if not the, most eventful first date I’ve ever had.”
Anne nearly spits out her ice cream
“Wait, first date? You thought this was a date?”
“Was it not one?”
Freaking busted
Anne admits she planned the date from the beginning and had the other queens go along with it
Anne questions how Catherine figured out her plan. Catherine tells her she knew Anne had liked her for a while and that she other heard Anne talking about date ideas
“Plus Katherine and Jane randomly bursting into my room and insisting they should help me pick out my outfit for supposedly just a ‘family outing’ was pretty obvious.”
Catherine asks why Anne didn’t just ask her to go out on a date. Anne tells her that she wanted to make SURE that Catherine had a thing for her first
“For our next date Anne, can you just ask me normally? Please?”
“Ohh, so we’re going on a second date Cathy? I won you over with all my womanly charms?”
Catherine doesn’t dignify Anne with a verbal response instead pulling her in and kissing her
Then, of course, the sprinklers go off- which normally would be fine unless there was a rogue sprinkler spraying freezing cold water right in your direction
The two girls separate and Anne pulls Catherine up and the start dancing and laughing through the sprinkler
Jane at home feels her mom/‘some stupid mischief is happening’ senses go off
“You alright mum?”
“Yes, I just have the feeling Anne is doing something really stupid right now.”
The two girls walk back to the car dripping wet, hand and hand
“So this date wasn’t a complete bomb right?”
Catherine kisses Anne again, “gold star for Anne Boleyn.”
So that’s it!
Boleyn and Parr’s inspired outfits: here
link should be fixed now! Sorry about that
#six the musical#six#six musical#anne boleyn#catherine parr#catherine of aragon#anna of cleves#katherine howard#jane seymour#parrlyn
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