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cathyparrlyn · 3 years

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Headcanons with short blurbs: the queens and the onesies they wear xx

(I’ve honestly had this headcanon since I first joined the fandom and never shut up about it, so I thought why not post it?)

Catalina: A pikachu onesie and a lion onesie!

Lina is very stubborn and prideful, so she tries to act like she doesn’t want a onesie at first. She felt as though she had an image to uphold as the mom friend of the group. However, after Anne and Cathy bought her a pikachu onesie one day, going against the million statements of her claiming she would drop kick Anne if she bought her one, Lina was forced to give in. She was hesitant to try it on, but Jane and Cathy both gave her puppy dog eyes so she reluctantly gave in. Lina ended up loving it, could not believe she was letting her pride keep her away from such a wonderous thing. She loved it so much that Jane got her a lion onesie as part of their anniversary gift and they ended up cuddling all night while enjoying a cheese and grape plater along with some wine. Lina nearly broke a window with how loud she screeched when Jane almost spilt wine on their onesies, she has still yet to live it down as Anne constantly reminds her of it.

“A pikachu onesie?” “Yeah, because we choose you as our mom friend!” “N o” “Lina” “but Janeyyyyyyyy” “Put it on because you are my little pikacutie, okay?” “I’ll put it on if you never make that pun ever again.” “........Deal.”

“A lion, huh?” “Yeah, I thought it fit me. They are very prideful and amazing leaders.” “I guess that’s the nice way of saying you lovingly have a stick up your ass majority of the time.” “Hey! You bitc—” “Now now girls, settle down. Lina, don’t listen to Anne, I think lions are very charming and majestic!” “Really?” “Yeah, they are so cool and strong!” “Thanks Janey.”

Anne: A creeper onesie and a T-Rex/Dino onesie!!

Anne is one of the biggest onesies supporters there are! She would literally wear only onesies if Cathy didn’t make her get dressed up for their fancy dates and what not. However, Anne is an absolute goofball and is probably either the most chaotic or the biggest dork when it comes to the queens running around in their onesies, probably both! She loves to goof off and pretend to be her onesie, half the time she is wearing it she’ll sneak up on Parr and try to flirt with her in character. It’s very amusing for everyone, especially when Cathy is wearing one of her onesies and either plays along or hides herself in the protection of the cloth hood. Anne would take a movie night date with onesies and cuddles over some fancy dinner any night, honestly saves both her and Parr a lot of money! Aragon has a whole photo album of times Cathy and Anne stayed up past who knows what hour and ended up passing out in goofy poses. Her favorite is the time Anna drew cat whiskers and words on each of their faces, Aragon had a field day with that. Anne blew a fuse and told Aragon to delete the photos, she hasn’t. Nonetheless, even with experiences like that, Anne only thinks fondly of her onesies as it is a source of comfort for her, reminding her of family game nights, late night sleepovers with Kat, and cuddle time with Cathy. She also carries random objects to fiddle with and hides them in the pockets, so she really appreciates the practicality of onesies as well. Overall, Anne just love love loves them, and will wear them whenever she can.

“Creeper noises.... creeper noises.... creeeeeeeeper noises....” “Anne, that’s not what a Minecraft creeper sounds like.” “Well, obviously, I know that. I’m just saving my actual impersonation for a certain special someone!” “Cathy?” “Yeah, how’d you know?” Lina rolls her eyes. “Gee, I don’t know, it’s totally not like you guys were making out on the couch half an hour ago.” Cathy walks into the room and sees the group talking. “In my defense, Cathy’s an amazing kisser.” “I’d really rather not hear that about my god daughter.” “You think I’m an amazing kisser Annie?” “C-Cathy! Holy fuckers. Since when were you there?!” “Not long, but long enough to overhear what you said.” “Oh, well, obviously I do.” “You guys are seriously having this conversation in front of us?” “Shut up, let me talk to my future wife!” “I-” “Ignore them Annie, I just wanted to let you know that you’re not half-bad yourself.” Cathy giggled before giving Anne a gentle peck on the lips. Anne’s face instantly turned red. “I- wait! Sssssssssssssss Boom! My heart just exploded babes.” Anne jested while holding a hand to her heart. Cathy simply laugh. “That’s my favorite little chaotic creeper.” Cathy cooed before leaning in for another kiss. “They really just ignored us and did that in front of us.” “Yup.” “And now they are making out, again.” “Yup.” “God, this family is so gay.”

Anne sees Cathy humming to herself in the kitchen, she then sneaks behind her in her Dino onesie and tackle hugs her, peppering her cheek and neck with kisses. “RAWRRRRRR.... that means I love you in Dino-lect. :3” Cathy laughs before giving Anne a quick peck on the lips. “Not that I mind too much, but Annie-Rex, do you really have to do this every 15 minutes?” “Dinosaurs have a short memory Cath, I have no idea what you are talking about.” “That’s goldfish babes—” “shhhhhhh..... rawr.”

Jane: A momma shark onesie and a momma polar bear onesie!!!

Jane loves onesies, and even she gets frustrated on laundry day when everyone has to give up their emotional support pajamas. Her and Lina are the momma onesies, with Lina being the lion and Jane being either the shark or polar bear. Jane loves her bear onesie so much, being a polar bear is right up her alley, especially for puns! She also plans on getting Lina a brown bear onesie so they can be a bear family! Jane also sings baby shark whenever she is in her shark onesie. Kat finds it amusing, but everyone else gets a bit annoyed. It once got stuck in Lina’s head for a week, and she would hum it randomly, only to be followed with her telling Jane “you are so lucky I am in love with you” and a glass of wine.

“Baaaaaaaaaaabyyyyyyy SHARK DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO—” “Jane, you’ve been singing that nonstop for the past half hour. Please, I’m begging you as your fiancé, sing something else.” “But I’m momma shark!” “I just want five minutes to eat sushi in peace.” “NOT MY CHILDREN—” “Janey,,,, no.” “Fish are friends, not food!” “Janey, please, I just want to eat my lunch babes.”

“We should be a bear family.” “Hm, please elaborate?” “I mean onesies wise!” “Oh god no Janey, we already have so many onesies that all the houses closets are full.” “I know, I know, but hear me out. I really like this idea!” “*sigh* okay, but only because I love you.” “Yes! Thank you Lina!” “Of course, so what’s the big idea?” “So obviously I have a polar bear onesie because I’m cool and chill.” “You aren’t, you are literally the most neurotic mom, but go on babes.” “Hey!” “What, I’m not going to lie to my fiancé.” “Fine. Then I’m a polar bear because I’m the mama bear that hogs all the blankets.” “That I will agree with.” “Whatever, so anyways, I figured out the rest of us have really cute bears that fit us as well! Like you, you would be the mama brown bear! Cause you’re my big teddy bear.” Jane giggled. “Hm, I guess I could see that.” “Right? And Cathy and Anne would be based off their pet names for each other, Anne being Cathy’s P-Anne-da, and Cathy being Anne’s Koala bear.” “Awww, they would so do a bunch of couple photos because Anne would drag my goddaughter around the house to pose in front of any pretty background.” “They would do that, and Cathy would pretend she hates it, but secretly adores it.” “Yeah, she can be a bit reluctant to express herself.” “Sounds like a beautiful mama bear I know.” “....Anyways! Who is Kat?” “Oh, you’ll love this one! She’s a pink carebear!” “Oh, she’ll literally break the windows from how high her happy screech is.” “Yeah! Especially when she sees Anna as a black bear. It’s just so fitting!” “A black bear?” “Yeah, y’know. Looks a bit intimidating, but is one of the biggest softies of the bear family.” “Yeah, that does sound like Anna.” “I know right! Just,,,,, please, I want a bear onesies family photo with all our dumb grown up children Lina.” “I—” “I’m getting you the brown bear onesie for our anniversary, I hope you know that.” “Well I’ll accept it gratefully, because I hope you know that I love you and will do anything for you.” “YESSSSSSSS BEAR ONESIES FAMILY PHOTO!”

Anna: A tiger onesie and a dragon onesie!!!!

Anna probably is the one who wears onesies the least, but she still absolutely loves them. Being the total softie and simp that she is, she loves to get in her tiger onesie and be cat moms with Kat. They will cuddle and watch bootlegs while holding Bling, Kat’s pet kitten. She’ll make the occasional pussy joke when she’s in the tiger one with Anne as well, but she loves to be in her dragon one and ramble with Kat about them living in a fairytale, Kat being the princess who never needed a knight, and Anna being a dragon shapeshifter who helps her escape. Honestly she’ll be in her dragon onesie and randomly scoop up Kat, screaming to the world how she finally kidnapped the most beautiful princess in the universe from her kingdom. She’s such a simp and proud, the onesies only strengthen her affectionate side.

“We are the tigers, mighty mighty tigers! We are the tigers, mighty mighty tigers—” “Kat, Liebling, I know you get excited when I wear my tiger onesie.” “I do! Because when you wear it, we are cat moms together!” “Yeah-” “Cat moms!” Anna couldn’t help but grin at Kat’s excitement. “Of course Liebling, but could you try a different song than that one from your murderous lesbian cheerleaders high on depression rock comfort musical? I think it’s scaring Bling a bit.” The small white kitten looked up with a confused and concerned expression. “Oh, you are right! Hmmm, what else can I do?..... oh, I know!” “Oh?” “I got the eye of the tiger!” “That you do, the apple of my eye.” “Awww, babes!” “Hm, tell you what? How bout we take a break from the song references and cuddle for a bit? There’s the perfect spot for both you and Bling, it’s called my lap.” Kat giggled as she moved to sit in Anna’s lap, facing her. “Purrfect.” Kat booped Anna’s nose and elicited a small giggle. Anna playfully rolled her eyes and wrapped an arm around Kat. “Pfft, god you are lucky I love you so much.” “Heheh, I know! I love you too.”

“Hello there princess, are there any knights bothering you who I shall scare away?” Kat giggled as she pecked Anna on the cheek. “No, but it is a bit cold. You wouldn’t mind flying me to the couch and warming me up now, would you my dear dragon?” “Anything for you, milady.” Anna laughs before picking Kat up and carrying her to the couch for cuddles. “Thanks Annabanana.” “Anytime Kätzchen.”

Kitty: A unicorn onesie and a cat onesie, among many, many other onesies!!!!!

Just saying right now, Anne and Anna both totally pspsps Kat whenever she is in the cat onesie. Kat absolutely loves to make cat puns with Anna and Anne and Jane whenever she is in the cat onesie, she literally has a list she has been working on so she can one day out pun Jane Punmour. She always makes sure her onesies have pockets so that she can carry around Bling whenever she is wearing one. Kat loves her unicorn one, constantly running around with her pride flag as a cape because how could she be a unicorn without a rainbow now? That’s just homophobic /j. Her and Anne are probably the biggest on making jokes about their onesies and using them when talking to their girlfriends. Kat at times likes to be called Anna’s Traum (dream in German) when she is in her unicorn onesie because unicorns are magic, so her magical love makes Anna’s dreams become a reality, and everyone finds it so fucking wholesome. Anne and Kat also constantly have mini competitions of who can woo their girlfriend better with onesie pick up lines. It’s very chaotic and both Cathy and Anna absolutely adore them for it. Those are their emotion support dorky dumbass girlfriends right their gang. Kat and Anne will also randomly start meowing as an inside joke, they thought it would be funny to see how the others reacted to it, and they were right, it’s hilarious. Since then, they do it randomly and it lowkey scares Cathy and Anna, but at the same time they are attracted to these whacky dorks so they love them nonetheless.

“Are you sure you aren’t the one who is secretly a unicorn in this relationship?” Anna playfully rolled her eyes while ruffling Kat’s hair under her onesie’s hood. “Why would I be liebling?” “Because the amount of joy and love you bring into my life is absolutely magical.” “Awwww, Kätzchen.” “DID YOU HEAR THAT ANNE?! MY LOVELY AND BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND AW’D AT MY PICK UP LINE!” “YEAH? WELL CATHY FUCKING GAVE ME THE PUREST SMILE EVER AND I AM GAY!!!!!!” “I see you and Anne are at it again.” “Yeah! Do you think I’ll win?” “You’re always the winner in my eyes.” “Yes, unicorns for the win!”

“Pspspspspsps” “pspspspspsps” “guys, you know if you need me, you can just call me by my name.... right?” “PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS!!!!” “Ahhhhhhhhh! Okay, okay, meowssage received. I didn’t realize how much you guys purrceived meow as a cat.” “......” “what’s wrong, cat suddenly got your tongues? You guys feline alright?” “Kat no, I will stop with the pspsps if you stop with the puns. I’m already dating Anne, I can only handle so much.” “H e y.” “But Cat-hy, I like my purr-ns. I think they are purrfectly fine, I would even argue they are clawesome. Also, purr-ns are my purroagative. So don’t have too much of a hissy fit.” “I have regrets.” “Babes,,,, why?” “Sorry purrty lady, but these are just so amewsing to me!” “Dear lord—” “I thought they were fur-unny.” “Anne no.” “Hissssss!” “The fuck?” “Meow?” “Meow.” “:D meow.” “What is happening?” “Cathy, I think our girlfriends just took us liking pussy to a whole nother level.” “Amwbkwbrk aNNA—” “She’s not wrong.” “ANNE!” “CATHY!” “KAT :D” “......” “meow! :D” “Someone save me now.”

Cathy: A stitch onesie and a wolf onesie!!!!!!

Cathy signed up for loving onesies when she agreed to date Anne, it was part of the contract. /j. Honestly, they are Cathy’s salvation, and that isn’t even that hyperbolic. Anne got Cathy a onesie during a week she was utterly burnt out from lack of sleep and overload of deadlines, and the second Cathy put the stitch onesie on, she was out like a light. She literally can’t sleep without them. Anne also adores it because Cathy is just constantly so cuddly and fluffy and small, and seeing her all sleepy in the onesie is heaven. At times, Cathy will fall asleep on their onesie dates because she conditioned herself to fall asleep with the onesie on, and everyone loves to take pictures of snoozing Cathy. She hates how she can’t wear her onesies when she writes, other wise she’ll just fall asleep at her desk again. If she is ever skipping sleep too much, Anne or Lina will force her to put on a onesie and snuggle into their lap till she falls asleep. Honestly, who needs caffeine when you can have a onesie? Well, Cathy is still addicted to coffee, but she doesn’t need it as much anymore thanks to the semi decent sleep schedule due to the onesies. It was clearly the best gift Anne ever got Cathy, and Cathy always thanks her for it and showers Anne in kisses at random moments when she is just in pure bliss from her onesie. It’s just good vibes for Cathy, something she definitely needs and appreciates at times. She wouldn’t give up onesies for anything in the world, well besides Anne, and coffee, and her laptop for writing, but other than that, nothing!

“Hey Annie, love? You know how ohana means family?” “Yes I do, my Cathy-stitch-a-roo.” “Well Anne, you are my ohana.” “Awwww babes!” “And I want to grow our ohana together.” “Awww— wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” “Yes, I want to take the next step.” “Gasp!” “Let’s do it Annie... let’s adopt a ferret and a gecko!” “Fuck yes! See, this is why I love you, my beautiful space creature girlfriend who is so amazing she is out of this world.”

“I’m a lone wolf, I don’t need anyone’s validation or affection, I’m better off by myself anyways.” “You say that while you are cuddling Anne.” “So?” “Cathy, you literally were just crying ten minutes ago when Anne got up to use the bathroom.” “It’s— it’s our snuggle time... 🥺💙” “Aw babes. <3”

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krokodile · 2 years

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My extremely patient partner has decided to follow me down the Six rabbit hole. Very patient and very bad at names, which means we’ve started referring to everyone with descriptors instead. And it’s made me think about how amazingly diverse these performers are. NONE is quite like another. Which is probably why I would have an impossible time picking a “favorite” in nearly any role. (Aside from Adrianna Hicks as Aragon. That role is HERS.)

Examples:

Bisaster!Boleyn: Millie O’Connell. She and her Boleyn are absolute chaos queers and I thank her for her service. Moniker swiped from AO3 because it suits her perfectly.

Killer Queen: Andrea Macasaet’s Boleyn. She’s so calculated and conniving. Also known around here as Brat!Boleyn but no one needs our theories about the queens’ sex lives in here. (You know I’m right though.)

Enby-leyn, Works better when said out loud than it does writing. Anyway. Maddison Bulleyment, my partner’s fave Boleyn.

The Actual Infant: Aimie Atkinson’s Howard. So fragile, so sweet, not terribly bright, a bit arrested. Think Cat from Victorious or Aimee from Sex Education. Princess Sparkle Bling Bling is also acceptable.

Harley Quinn Howard: Alicia Corrales-Connor’s Howard (they’re my partner’s fave Howard and she actually knows their name at this point, but the nickname stuck regardless). She has some crazy eyes and crazy energy, at the same time making you believe that she was in love with these men and believed they loved her and wow they’re lucky they stayed dead because she might actually kill them otherwise. (Also I’m using she/her pronouns for their Howard only, just to be clear; I know Alicia prefers they/them, but the characters are all generally considered female, so. I’m sticking with that.)

sweetest: Lauren Byrne, just in general. Small “s.” If you’ve seen her perform literally anything from this show I shouldn’t need to explain this.

She/theymour: Shannen Quan already calls themself this; we just stole it. Prior to this they were just “lil bb Seymour” because they literally look 12.

Beauty Queen Seymour: Kiersten Hodges. Both because she’s STUPIDLY pretty and because her Seymour gives me “former beauty pageant queen” vibes. She knows exactly what she’s doing on that stage and how to work an audience, and her Seymour is in it to win it. Love it so much.

Addict!Howard: Vicki Manser’s Howard has a very specific vibe that I can only describe as “former child star who turned to drugs to cope with the endless abuse inherent in the industry at a very young age and is now barely holding it together.” (I should also add...both of us have been very close to addicts and this is no way meant as either an insult or a mockery; I actually think it’s a brilliant take on Howard even though I don’t think it’s specifically what she was going for.) Probably could be a better name for this one, but...

Wine Aunt Howard: Jodie Steele’s performance at Aimie’s concert. You know the one. The Ginger Queen: Mallory Maedke. Not all of these are complicated, guys.

There are also just the ones that came from nowhere and have stuck, or are based on a single characteristic. There’s “resting bitch face,” there’s “bafflingly heterosexual,” there’s “I wanna Sey-mour” (look, I’m not proud of this one, but I’ve watched the Dance Attic performance like 20 times and I still don’t think I’ve processed a single note Natalie Paris has sung because my brain short-circuits every time I see her in yoga pants and a tank top. It’s not even sexual, her body is just so actually perfect it’s distracting), there’s a dozen or more I can’t think of in the moment. I got so used to thinking of Alexia Macintosh as “Grace Jones Cleves” before I found out her actual name that I still think of her as that. I’ve never gone too deep into the fandom but I can only assume I’m not the only one who sees that resemblance.

And every single Parr is now simply known as “the blue one.” (I mentioned to my mother - she’s nearly 80 and is strongly onboard the Six fandom train, it’s amazing - that Anna Uzele was leaving and she asked which one she was. “Parr.” *blank look* “...the blue one?” “OH.” Anyway this struck the wife as hilarious and now they’re all just “the blue one.”) Yes, even the UK alts.

Possibly the most tragic one, though...see, I was trying to express “she has the absolute sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen and her entire vibe to me is ‘would miss work trying to coax a stray cat out from under a car.’” What I actually said was “you know, sometimes Abby Mueller kinda looks like a cow, but in a good way?” Look, I’m just saying, if you want to see the gentlest, kindest and most beautiful eyes you’ll ever see, go look at a Jersey cow. Whoever decided “cow” was an insult has never actually seen a cow. But...yeah, everyone’s favorite wine aunt Seymour is, in this household, known as “oh, you know, cow eyes.”

#broadway nerd #six #personal

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dannineedsfriends · 4 years

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As shown by a previous post of myself (@dannixy), a group chat was created of a few parrlyn writers. Together, we are cooperating in writing a (very big) set of AUS and will, hopefully, be posting unscheduled updates contributing to the tag: #Parrlyn AU Multiverse

Or, in some wise words:

SO GET YOUR BEAUTIFUL QUEEN ASSES READY FOR A PARRLYN OVERLOAD

Everyone involved in this project will be linked just below:

@thenameisnoone @little-bit-lost-and-found @sarahzarahh @all-my-love-cathy @politics-notmything @toomanyfamdom @dannixy

TRIGGER WARNING:

- sex, porn, flirting, nudity, my bad spelling smh

"So you're Katherine's cousin?" Parr asks, tilting her head to the side and taking a sip of the wine that had been set out on the table. The restaurant was lovely; the most exquisite decor and the food was supposedly the best in town. It was atmospheric to say the least - with the quiet chatter and the dimmed lights and the candles. A perfect first date.

"Yeah- she told you 'bout me?" The girl across from her, Anne, asked, cocking a brow. Though the girl was well dressed in her striped green, black and white jumpsuit, from a first glance she was definitely not well spoken.

"Many things, yes. All good though, for the most part anyway." Catherine smiles, charmingly, tilting her head and allowing a curl to bounce over her shoulder. "You clean up well for someone who can't use a toaster without burning whatever is inside it."

"I could say the same for you- you- you scholar-" Anne tries, rolling her eyes playfully, thumbing with the napkin in front of her.

Parr tilts her head, watching her with a careful gaze. Her eye glints. "I always tend to ask for another spare napkin on the table if I ever eat out."

"From what I've been told, you're pretty gay for women so-"

"Oh shush. I'm no stranger to that but I always make little birds out of the napkins. They're cute and I always leave a tip with them." She smiles, turning her focus to her own napkin. "Would you like to know how to make one?"

"Have a few more glasses of wine and then I'd like to see you show me." Anne tries, eyebrows raising teasingly and running her finger gingerly over the rim of her glass.

"By the time I've had a few more glasses of wine." she begins to flirt, lips curling into a smile. "We'll be on our way home."

"'We'll'? You're planning on taking me home with you? I'm touched, I really am but Kitty's got it wrong, I'm not actually homeless." Anne shakes her head, shrugging and leaning back in her hair, hand leaving her wine and moving to her neck to fiddle with the black choker that resided there. Catherine couldn't help but stare at her exposed skin: her shoulders only interrupted by a thin strap, protruding collarbones casting silky shadows and Parr longed for the thought of laying a hickey just there-

"Really? I couldn't tell." She lies, blatantly. Though she had her own nonchalant tone, she was truly trying her hardest not to smile. She was pretty, like Howard had told her; less pretty and more gorgeous. What her friend had failed to mention was that her cousin was practically a goddess, apparently.

"Wow," Anne scoffs, rolling her eyes once more, before making a show of raking her view down her body "Rich coming from you, if I do say so myself."

"I'll have you find, to your astonishment apparently, that I have received many compliments on my dress, this evening, none of which have been from you." Parr notes aloud. She had been wearing a light blue dress with a sweetheart neckline, not frilled but smooth. Not skin-tight but the bodice seemed to hug her curves just right to do them justice. Her skirt, however, unfurled in waves around her thighs, flowing down to the space just above her knee. It swayed as she walked and she felt elegant doing so, poised and prepared for any possible obstacle that tonight would throw at her. Over her shoulders, though, draped a thin cardigan, definitely unfit for the coldness outside, but judging on the fact that Anne was cloaked in the thinnest paper-ish material that there was, she didn't think herself foolish to be inappropriately dressed. It wasn't that Anne was cheap, or even looked it- her jumpsuit was just thin. If she stared hard enough, she could see her-

"My eyes are up here, babes." Anne's shit-eating grin stretched miles across her face. Was she getting some kind of satisfaction out of this?

"I was only enjoying the view." She counters, raising her glass to her lips again to stop herself from letting out a childish grin. Parr couldn't remember the last time she had continuously flirted with someone, let alone a person that she had just met. It felt nice to finally have some chemistry to get her going, if you would.

"And yet if I did the same, I would be reprimanded?"

"That's the biggest word I've heard you say all night."

"Yeah. I read." She snorts, one shoulder shrugging, fingers twitching to twiddle with the fork in front of her.

Catherine draws her brows together. "Where's the waiter, anyway? Surely we should have been at least served starters by now."

"And we were!" Anne admits, eyes lighting up. "And I did try and save some for you- but you were running late and I didn't want it to go to waste if it was cold…"

"Really? Are you kidding me?" She pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.

"Hey- if you keep frowning like that, the wind'll change and you'll stay that way."

"If I'm spending more time with you, it wouldn't need to be any different, I shouldn't think." She teases, closing her eyes momentarily to guage her reaction, and- her contact was sitting uncomfortably on her eye. When in doubt, blink until it magically gets fixed.

"You alright? You're almost crying…- if you're that upset about the starter I can just order another-" she looks genuinely concerned, and reaches to grab Parr's hand over the table. Catherine happily allows her hand to be taken by the girl in green.

"Of course not-!" She says, perhaps a little bit louder than she should've, and then stares around her, paranoid that people were looking. They weren't, for reference. After, though, she lowers her voice. "Of course not- my contact's just moving around-"

"Contacts? You wear glasses." Anne says, an accusatory statement.

"I figured that wearing my glasses weren't the way to go, when attempting to look pretty." Cathy shrugs, hand moving to fiddle with a golden necklace that had previously been resting against her chest.

"What kind of frames do you have?" She asks, suddenly, slightly startling Parr from her soft stupor.

"Plain black. Classic nerd glasses."

"So you're telling me that you could've come looking like a sexy librarian?" Anne cocks an eyebrow, looking at Parr from beneath her lashes with a disapproving countenance. "And you didn't?"

The wine got caught in Catherine's throat, causing her to almost splatter it absolutely everywhere. Her cheeks burned ruby, flushing and suddenly her entire body was hot, the whole restaurant seemed a bit too close for comfort.

"I think you've been watching too much porn." She remarks, having recovered and taken in more wine. Anne's smug smirk drops from her face, reaction completely priceless. It was a moment Catherine wanted to pause and live in just for a few more seconds, few more minutes: from what she could tell, Boleyn didn't get out-witted very often - and when she did, she had no idea what to do with herself. "What's wrong, Annie? Cat got your tongue?"

"Only your cat, I'd hope."

"Oh how bold of you."

A comfortable silence seems to pass over them, hands still connected over the table, grasping onto one another with no intent of releasing them.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Anne breaks the gap, squeezing her fingers and downing the last of her wine, upon spying Cathy's empty glass.

"Let's go."

Anne had been giggling the whole way back to Catherine's house, giddy, and even as they stumbled up the steps she was euphoric. Her ripples of laughter only stopped when they had reached the bedroom, having already kicked off her shoes, there was hardly a moment wasted before Anne was pressed into the wall next to the door.

Cathy had elevated her, Anne's legs wrapping around her hips, falling naturally into place as much as they could, hooked and secure as Parr's hands found her thighs. She kissed her softly at first, their first binding of intimacy short and sweet and, completely insane, she might add later. Quick dabs of kisses planted across the Boleyn girl's cheek, only to be met with a teasing grin as she finally reached her lips.

Parr moves one hand to cup her jaw, never allowing her gaze to shift from her mouth and her thumb grazing across her lips, lips painted scarlet to perfection. The perfect arch of a cupid's bow and she was sure that it was impossible to be so beautiful. She just grins once more before finally kissing her; it was warm and she just knew that she was about to be covered in her lipstick, not that she cared. If Catherine woke up with her entire body covered in Anne's red lipstick, she would be over the moon.

Their lips moved in sync against each other, never quite at rest and it was a entirely different atmosphere when Cathy pulled away from her this time- it felt like a whole different universe. She chews on her bottom lip, lips curling mischievously as she pulls Anne off of the wall, fingers sliding across valleys of smooth skin to find the zipper at the back of her jumpsuit.

She left a gentle kiss against her shoulder, ever so brief before helping her lover out of her clothes, leaving her practically bare and exposed to her. But as Cathy's hands find her waist again, she shakes her head and Anne grins.

"You're not getting away that easy." Bolelyn smirks, waggling a finger teasingly and allowing it to trance down her partner's face and neck and body. And, imminently, places she had not before imagined.

Cathy had awoken rather early, not by anything in particular, just naturally awakening with the softest smile playing across her lips. In front of her, lays Anne Boleyn, the sheer covers falling and resting over her hip, leaving exposed her back and shoulder blades.

She smiles, arm reaching out, pulling herself closer to the Boleyn girl and wrapping itself around her, snug. Catherine buries her face in the crook of her neck, gently kissing the area and using her spare hand to move her hair, having been resting on her elbow.

Anne's neck, however, was practically red-raw and turning purple in places, all over her shoulder and collarbone and she dared not check anywhere else in the girl's slumber. It was a lot more than she remembered leaving, just put it that way. That didn't stop her from gently covering her skin in kisses to wake her up.

It took a bit longer than expected, but eventually the sleeping goddess' eyes cracked open, smiling and leaning back into Catherine's embrace.

"Good morning~" Parr hums into her neck, giving her one last kiss before pulling away. Anne, who had previously been facing away from her, turned around and pushed her face into her lover's chest, shaking her head tiredly. "You still tired, my love?"

"I suspected you'd be a top but I didn't think you'd be that good." Anne admits, and Cathy realised she was hiding the humiliation, not just her face. Her arm still rested around the Boleyn girl's waist, holding her softly in place.

"And you don't think I thought the same? I can't remember the last time I was topped and genuinely enjoyed it." Catherine sighs, closing her eyes softly as the other girls arm wraps over her.

Anne lets out a small laugh, voice still low and drawling and sleepy, before yawning and bringing her face away so that she could look at Cathy.

"I'm glad that I finally listened to Kitty and took you on a date." The gremlin speaks decidedly, a smile spreading across her lips as Catherine meets her eyes before kissing her softly and slowly. "You're rather affectionate, huh?"

Catherine recoils slightly, many alarms sounding in her head. She was just someone Anne had slept with, not a partner or a girlfriend or anyone that would get affectionate.

"Yea- yeah-" She gulps, time seeming to slow. Her eyes dart across her face rapidly, frantically searching for a sign of displeasure, discomfort, annoyance. She found nothing, though. The only thing she was sure of was Anne closing the gap she had created between them, and running her fingers to draw playful drawings across Parr's exposed back.

"So… how would you feel about a second date?"

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elin-moon · 4 years

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Finding the queens - Part 2

I’m adding a tag list to this because people were asking to be tagged so, you’re welcome! Also, I wasn't expecting for people to actually enjoy my idea so, thank you! Anyway, on with the story!

Part 2: Anne Boleyn

Cathy sat on the couch, drinking the tea that Cat had made for Cathy and herself. Mae sat on the carpet, playing with her plush toys while Mary watched the television that was on the other side of the living room. It was a small room, really, but rather cozy. It was quiet, except for the tv noises and Mae’s random little giggles.

“So, now that we’ve decided that we aren’t the only ones who have been resurrected, i think we should think about finding the other queens.” Cathy said, trying to break the silence. Cat looked at her and quickly nodded before looking back at Mary. She seemed to always look at her if she wasn’t talking to someone. Mary quickly turned around, looking at Cathy, and asked:

“What do you mean by finding the other queens, Miss Cathy?” That had been the first time she had actually heard Mary talk since she had died in her previous life. Cathy wasn’t sure how to answer. Did Mary even know about her past life? Or because she had been resurrected as a child, she didn’t remember any of it? Would she understand if she explained it?

“What Miss Cathy means is that we have to find our other friends!” Cat jumped in, seeing Cathy’s struggle. “But that is for the adults to talk about, baby. Okay?” Cat said, trying to make Mary lose interest or just to end the conversation entirely.

“But mama, i want to help find your friends!” Mary said back, getting up on her feet and looking at Cat. Mary was short for her age, having more of an average height of a five year old, but she stood proudly. As proudly as a nine year old can stand. “Please!” she said, a hint of eagerness in her voice.

“I’m sorry princess, but there’s nothing you can help us with.” Cat said, a calm smile on her face. Mary ran to Cat and jumped into her arms, giving her mother a hug.

“You know what, Cat? Just let her tag along! She might not be able to help but this will still be exciting for her!” Cathy said, putting away her tea cup and going to pick up Mae, who wasn’t very bothered with what was happening in the room. “Maybe we should go outside and get some fresh air.” Cathy suggested. She saw Mary clapping her hands excitedly, looking at her mother.

“Yeah, sure.”

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The park was rather empty, and the playground only had a couple of children playing there. Mary immediately ran to the swings as Cathy and Cat sat on a bench with Mae. Since Cat was busy keeping an eye on her daughter, Cathy turned to her own daughter, Mae. Through the one month she has lived in this modern world with Mae, she’s figured out that her daughter liked one thing at the playground, and that was the sand pit. So, she took her daughter to the sand pit, which didn’t have anyone playing in it at the moment, and watched her daughter play, making sure she didn’t eat the sand. After a few minutes of Cathy just watching her daughter try to bury herself, she hears Mary run from a distance, calling:

“Miss Cathy! Miss Cathy!” When Cathy looked at Mary, she saw she was holding the hands of another little girl, who was a bit taller and had fiery red hair and pale skin. Once both girls reached her, Mary happily introduced the girl. “Miss Cathy, meet my new friend, Elly!” she said, presenting the girl with her left arm. “Elly, meet my mama’s friend, Miss Cathy!” she said, presenting Cathy with her right hand.

“Hello there, Elly!” Cathy said to the little girl. “It’s very nice to meet you!” She slowly took the little girl’s two small hands into her’s.

“It is very nice to meet you too, Miss Cathy!” Elly said, a small smile on her lips. Cathy could see now that Elly had dark eyes, kind of like Mary’s, but slightly lighter.

“Elly!” a woman’s voice yelled. “Elly, don’t run away from mummy like that!” Elly turned around and ran into the embrace of the owner of the voice, who was a woman with pale skin and dark brown hair. “Don’t surprise mummy like that!”

“I am very sorry, mummy!” Elly said as her mother picked her up.

“It’s okay!” the woman said, before turning to Cathy, Mary and Mae, who had crawled into Cathy’s arms as soon as Elly had run off. “Hello, it is very nice to meet you! I’m Anne and this is my daughter, Elizabeth, or Elly for short.” she said, petting her daughter’s hair.

“Oh, um, hello! I’m Catherine, or Cathy for short.” Cathy said, looking at Mae, who was sucking her thumb. Mary had already run off, getting Cat here as well. When she noticed that Anne was still looking at her, she continued: “And this is my daughter, Mary, but i just call her Mae.”

“She is adorable!” Anne said, looking at Mae. “And what about the other little girl, isn’t she also your daughter?” Anne asked, looking for Mary.

“Oh no, she is my friend’s daughter. Her name is also Mary.” Cathy explained calmly. Anne giggled, finally noticing Mary trying to pull Cat off the bench.

“And what’s your friend’s name?” Anne asked, still looking at Mary and Cat.

“Catherine, but she is Cat for short.” Cathy explained, getting up on her feet holding Mae. Anne laughed a little, probably at the irony of two friends named Catherine both having a daughter named Mary. Cathy hadn’t noticed it before, but it was actually quite funny.

“Mummy,” Elly said, tightly holding on to her mother’s green t-shirt. “Can we show Miss Cathy your music?” Elly had a little smile on her face as she said that. Anne laughed.

“Of course, sweetheart!” she said, putting down Elly and pulling out her phone from her pocket, quickly tapping on it. After one minute, Anne gave Cathy her phone and showed her a song called Greensleeves. “That was the first song i ever produced. It’s how I got to work with Shakesy P, writing lyrics for him. It’s honestly an honor!” Anne said, putting a hand to her heart. Cathy looked at the title and Anne’s name, her full name. Anne Boleyn.

“I have a weird question for you.” Cathy said, giving Anne her phone back.

“Hit it! I like weird stuff.” Anne said, putting her phone back in her pocket.

“Do you happen to have been resurrected? Don’t think me crazy, but I'm Catherine Parr.” she said, feeling the embarrassment rise to her cheeks. “I know you probably think i’m crazy but-” she was interrupted before she could speak by Anne grabbing her by the shoulders and looking right into her eyes.

“You too?” she said in surprise. “Oh my God, i thought i was the only one, thank God!” she said, letting go of Cathy’s shoulders. “Does that mean that Cat is… Catherine of Aragon?” she asked, pointing at Cat, who was now watching as Mary played on the swings.

“Yeah.” Cathy said. “But please don’t fight right now, we still have to find the other queens!” Cathy reasoned. Anne nodded in agreement. “Hey Cat! I found Anne Boleyn!”

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the-quiet-winds · 5 years

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The Buffalo’s Inferno

[Everyone’s been waiting for this, right?

Mild angst. Some rude words. Discussions of death.] Katherine, for lack of better words, had not been having the greatest day ever.

She can’t really explain why, but she’d been in some weird sort of mood that made everything feel horrible no matter what it was. She had shooed Argyle out of her room when he had come creeping in for pets, she had nearly yelled at Anne for how long she took in the bathroom this morning, and actually had sternly asked Anna to turn her music down.

Finally, when the house seems stable enough and Katherine feels she might just be okay, she slips downstairs in search of a snack. Situating herself at the kitchen island with a bowl of fruit, she tries to calm her mind.

But, when you live in a house with five other women and a cat, calm and peace aren’t exactly easy to grasp. Granted, her guest isn’t the worst person it could be, but she really had been looking forward to some alone time.

“Hello, love,” Jane greets, sitting down next to Katherine and accidentally jostling her in the process.

“Hi,” Katherine mumbles, not looking up from her bowl.

Jane frowns at Katherine’s unresponsiveness. “What’s up, love?”

“Nothing.”

“Kat,” Jane says, but she uses that voice. The one that usually makes Katherine’s stomach feel like butter as she promises to fight away all the nightmares and keep Katherine safe and ensure that nothing will ever hurt her again.

Today, however, it just feels so patronizing and almost a sort of lie as she continues to say, “come on, sweetheart. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Katherine insists, hoping the slight bite in her voice would ward off Jane finally.

But her mum is too sweet and loving to leave her alone when something is so clearly bothering her. Jane’s hand sweeps softly through her hair, coming to rest on her shoulder.

“Come on, love,” Jane whispers. “Just talk to me.”

Katherine slams her hand on the table, rattling her bowl and startling Jane out of her skin.

“Why can’t you just be normal?”

“Kat, what-”

“Why can’t you just be normal?” Katherine nearly shrieks, hot tears streaming down her face. “Why do you insist on being so… motherly all the time?” She moves towards her room.

Jane follows. “Kat, you’re my daughter and-”

“I’m not your daughter!” Katherine explodes, jumping to her feet. Words are flying out of her mouth faster than she can truly contemplate. “You’re not my mum, that’s what you wanted,” she jams a finger into Jane’s chest with enough force to push her back, Jane’s eyes wide and almost scared. “I hate you!” Katherine all but screams, retreating up the stairs to her bedroom, holding the door, as she screams, “I wish you weren’t my mum!”

With the final declaration, she slams the door.

She buries her face in her pillow and pretends not to hear Jane’s soft pleading for her to open the door, which is quickly replaced by tearful apologies and promises to change.

Then, there’s nothing, and Katherine falls asleep crying into her pillow.

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The first thing Katherine realizes when she wakes up that afternoon is the house is quiet. Silent, even. She checks her clock on the side table - there’s still an hour until they leave for the show, so why is everyone so quiet?

She drags herself off the bed and into the bathroom to scrub the tear stains off of her cheeks. As she pats off the water, Katherine can’t help but notice the different smell that lingers in the bathroom. Just a different kind of cleaning product or something, that’s all.

She brushes it off and heads downstairs.

Aragon and Parr are curled up together on the couch, talking in hushed voices. Anne and Anna are similarly discussing something at the kitchen island, taking tiny pretzels from a bowl and popping them into their mouths intermittently.

Katherine approaches them, somewhat hesitantly. “Where’s Jane?”

Anne raises an eyebrow. “Who knows?”

“She had to be upset earlier, why did you all let her leave?”

“Jane? Upset? What else is new?” Anna grumbles, stealing another pretzel.

“What are you talking about?” Katherine asks.

“Jane is always upset, Kitty,” Anne says. “If we never let her leave when she’s upset, she’d literally never be out of this house.”

“We should get going,” Cathy butts in.

Katherine checks the stove clock. “We still have another hour till call.”

“Did you seriously forget?” Aragon asks.

“Forget what?”

“What has gotten into you today, Kitty?” Anne asks. She sighs, then, “we have our meeting at the theater, like we do every first show of the week.”

“Oh, right,” Katherine says, knowing full well she has no idea what they’re talking about.

“Come on,” Aragon says. “Maybe Jane won’t be late to this one.”

“Or completely screw us all,” Parr snipes.

Katherine is sure she has absolutely no clue what is going on - did they really all think so little of Jane? Were they finally being honest?

She dwells over these thoughts the entire ride to the theater, but then she starts to question why. Jane had been too protective, too motherly toward her, even though, by some odd technicality, they were on some sort of sisterly status.

Every previous notion she had of Jane flees as soon as they reach the theater, where the woman is sitting on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

“Glad you all decided to show up,” she drawls, dropping the butt to the ground and putting it out with her shoe. “Lets get this over with.”

“You shouldn’t do that before a show,” Aragon says, and Jane just rolls her eyes.

They all enter the theater, Jane not even waiting for the others, and Katherine can’t help but notice the ambiance feels different, less warm, even though everything seems identical.

Katherine follows the others as they sit down on the stage, and she can’t help but notice that Jane sits different. It’s a tiny thing to observe, really, but usually Jane sits with her back straight, legs crossed, like a ‘proper woman’, as she would tease. Today, however, she looks like she doesn’t care, sitting in the complete opposite way.

Katherine knows the way she’s sitting is a stupid detail, but the fact that Jane barely glances in her direction doesn’t go unnoticed either.

Throughout the whole meeting, Katherine is completely lost. She can’t figure out why she’s even there, since almost all of the stage manager’s questions are about Jane and her ‘behavior’ over the last week. Whether she had any altercations with the other queens (apparently Jane and Aragon had had a blowout over the car), whether she had used any substances (a moot question, considering she still smelled like the cigarette from outside the theater, and Anne manages the courage to point out her noticing of one or two empty bottles of gin in the garbage (this confession earns her a very dirty look)), and, oddly enough, whether she had come in contact with any sharp objects in the last week (other than the knife used to cut up some snacks, no).

Then the questioning moves to the other queens - how had their weeks been, and had they had any problems.

Katherine pretends everything is fine, when inside she is screaming. This all seems so wrong-

“Time to get suited up,” Anna jokes as they stand, heading towards the dressing rooms.

That’s when there’s more wrong, Katherine sees.

Jane’s area, normally full of fan art and pictures with the queens, is empty. There’s not a single item, save for the tiny makeup pallet and half-drunk coffee, that even shows anyone is there.

Katherine follows her into the dressing room, causing the woman to raise an accusatory eyebrow. “You following me, Howard?”

Howard. Not Katherine, not Kat, not ‘love’. Howard.

“No, just trying to-”

She cuts herself off at the sight of her spot in the dressing room (that’s her spot in the corner!) filled with someone else’s stuff.

“Wrong room, you dolt,” Jane hisses.

Anna squeezes past Katherine, stock-still in the doorway, and sits down in the spot that should be Katherine’s.

She feels her eyes bugging out of her head. Everything is so wrong and-

“God, maybe get some brain cells to go with your ass,” Jane drawls sarcastically before shutting the door in Katherine’s face.

As if in some sort of trance, triggered by all of the collective thoughts of every single thing that feels wrong with today.

She sits between Anne and Aragon in her ‘new’ dressing room and starts through her normal routine. At least that was still the same.

With three minutes to curtain, they all convene backstage. Katherine lets out a tiny sigh of relief as she notices all of her fellow queens look the same.

Or, they do, until Jane walks in.

Gone is her grey and white dress with low heeled boots, the one that Katherine thinks makes her look like an angel of some sort. Instead, she wears long black tights, classic rivets down the sides, with boots heeled higher than Cathy’s. The tights connect to a tank top also in black, wrapped up in a leather sort of biker jacket. Her hair doesn’t flow gracefully, instead piled up to give her some sort of false short cut, curled and sweeping over part of her face, the makeup around her eyes nearly making her look like a vampire.

She doesn’t look anything like Jane, and Katherine is terrified.

“Stop your gawking,” Jane whispers harshly.

Katherine looks anywhere else very quickly.

They’re ushered on stage as the band starts the intro, and Katherine tries to do everything she knows as they start the show.

“Divorced.”

“Beheaded.”

“Murdered.”

Katherine’s head almost explodes right there, and she nearly misses her cue to say her line.

Luckily, enough of the first song is the same that Katherine can fall into a rhythm, but when their individual introductions start, she can barely wait to see what Jane’s was.

“Jane Seymour, the only one he truly loved,” she sang, but sarcastically. As if she was bitter about it.

“Rude!”

“But did he really love me? I guess not. I’m not as nice as you thought. He took a knife to my gut just to have my son.”

Katherine fights with every bit of her resolve to keep her expression neutral as this revelation unraveled in her head.

Unfortunately, it quickly becomes too much, and she finds the room spinning and spinning before she drops to the floor in a dead faint.

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“Katherine.”

“Katherine, wake up.”

Kat slowly blinks to consciousness, and she finds herself on an oddly comfortable couch.

Next to the couch sits Maria, a sheepish smile on her face as she watches the actress slowly comes to.

“Wha-”

“You fainted,” Maria says softly. “Do you remember that?”

It slowly starts to come back to Katherine - Jane’s attitude, Jane’s new costume, and, apparently, Jane’s new story.

“You fainted and they brought you back here, put on an alternate,” Maria continues. “I have the show off so they asked me to watch you.”

“What’s going on with Jane?” Katherine mumbles out as she sits up, rubbing her forehead.

“Jane? She seems about the same.”

As Katherine’s head begins to clear, the dull roar of the show through the monitor filters to her ears, just about at the end of Anne’s song.

She turns it up just slightly, hoping that she’d at least get Jane’s comforting vocals to soothe her worried mind.

Oh, how we hope to be let down.

“Weren’t you the one he ‘truly loved?’” Anne taunts.

“Well, that’s what I thought,” Jane says, and Katherine can almost hear the snarl in her words. “But here’s a story I’m sure you all should hear.”

“Oh, blah, blah,” Anne rebukes. “You got stabbed, well so did I.”

“And me!” Another voice puts in, and Katherine is sure that’s supposed to be her.

“I had been in labor for three days when Henry gave up on me,” Jane says, low and dangerous. “He decided the possibility of a son was more important than the woman he loved,” she spits the last word, “and took a knife to my stomach to get my son.”

Katherine audibly gasps, and Maria looks confused.

“You seem like you’ve never heard this,” Maria says. “It’s all she talks about. It’s why she’s always mad… why you all have those meetings?”

Katherine can only nod and wait for the familiar piano to start.

It doesn’t.

Instead, Maggie’s electric guitar roars, and whoever is covering for Maria starts plowing into the drums.

Basically, it’s the opposite of what Katherine was hoping to hear. Where there should be a soft, yet powerful ballad that Katherine likes to close her eyes and roll up in as if nothing else in the universe matters, especially when she’s held in Jane’s warm arms, listening to her mum’s heartbeat as the soft song lulls her to sleep.

But this, this is just wrong.

Instead of singing about loving Henry despite his flaws or how much she misses her son, Jane sings in a very clearly false excitement about what she refers to as, “their fling,” followed by the declaration of a pregnancy.

That’s when it gets worse.

Jane’s angry. More angry than Katherine thinks she’s ever heard her be. Her vocal range is pressing into the higher octaves as, like some kind of dark rock star, she belts in her upper range about being betrayed and given up on, and how she, “just wants to-”

She’s cut off by the other queens, all is quiet, then she starts singing again, the chorus once more, before the song ends.

Katherine sits up and grabs her phone off the table next to her, immediately typing, ‘Jane Seymour,’ into a search bar.

She clicks the first article that pops up and scrolls down to, ‘Issue and Death.’

The article seems mostly familiar to Katherine - Jane becomes pregnant in the winter, carrying well into the summer and going into labor in October.

But instead of two days and three nights of labor, a royal birth, eleven days of sickness, then death, it couldn’t have been more different.

According to this article, on the third night, Henry had become so paranoid over the physician’s reports of the possibility of the son being stillborn, he consented to the removal by cutting open Jane’s stomach.

In her last moments, after her son had been born, Henry never visited, the article read. Edward had been taken to the king and Jane died cursing his name with weakening breath as she bled out right then and there.

It sends a chill down Katherine’s spine, this report.

Then, another part of her whispers, she can relate.

Jane had been betrayed in the worst possible way by a man she thought loved her.

So had Katherine.

She’s so absorbed in her thoughts that she doesn’t even realize how much time has passed, and the show is ending. She knows she has to talk to Jane.

Katherine pokes her head in the hall just as the queens begin their walk down, but there’s a lack of energy that Katherine is so used to seeing. They all just seem tired. Drained.

“You alright, Katherine?” Cathy asks her gently.

“What was it tonight?” Jane butts in brusquely. “Another panic attack?”

“What? No-”

“I don’t know why they even let you perform,” Jane drawls lazily, leaning against the wall. “You can barely ever keep yourself together.”

“Mum-” Katherine winces as she realizes her mistake, but it’s too late.

“Are you crazy?! I’m not your bloody mum!” Jane laughs. Actually laughs, a biting, bitter sort of laugh. “As if I would ever want to be.”

Katherine needs to snap Jane out of whatever trance this is. She needs her mum, her real, amazing, lovely mum.

“You are,” she finally says, seeing Jane beginning to head down the hall. “You just don’t know it.”

“You must be more stupid than I thought,” Jane says sharply, “because I’m only a mother to my son, but I was robbed of that chance. But you,” she shoves Katherine back, “you got to know him more than I ever did. So don’t you come up to me with any of this, ‘you’re my mum,’ crap, because guess what, Howard,” Jane towers over her now, “no one loves you.”

With the final blow, Jane turns on her heel and storms down the hall.

Katherine’s knees give out beneath her and she crumbles to the floor.

“Mama, please.”

Jane does stop at that, turning around but not coming closer. “Grow up, Katherine Howard,” she says lowly. “It’s about time you stop asking like a damn child.” She disappears into the dressing room with the snap of a door.

Katherine begins to shake as she cries into the stiff carpet of the backstage floor. What had she done? She had been ungrateful, that’s what, and now she had lost her mum. Jane had just been trying to take care of her like always, with those soft words and the gentlest of hugs.

But Katherine had been unappreciative, acting like some stupid child instead of Jane’s devoted daughter.

She had been Katherine Howard, not Katherine Seymour, and now she is cursed to live in whatever Hell this is forever. The Hell where everyone is terrified of Jane, where the show is so different and so wrong, and, of course, where Katherine has no mum.

No one comes to help her. No one comes and lifts her into their arms and gives her something to cling to while she sobs.

She’s alone. Wholly and completely alone.

Her tears drip off of her face and into the carpet of the backstage hall as she mourns for everything she’s lost.

“Mama, I’m sorry,” she manages to whisper, even though Jane can’t hear her, and doesn’t care.

She stays there for longer than she thinks should be possible. At some point, Anna or Anne or Parr or Catherine or even Jane should have come out of their dressing rooms and found her pathetically laying on the floor.

But no one comes, and Katherine doesn’t care. She stays there on the floor, tears falling into the stiff and unforgiving carpet.

Jane’s words maliciously ring in her head as the world begins to disappear around her, until she can only make one more broken refrain of, “Mama, I’m sorry.”

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When Katherine forces her eyes open and her nerves begin to fire again, she finds herself on her soft, albeit slightly crumpled, duvet.

How did she get home?

She lifts her head off the bed and turns to the window. Mid-afternoon sunlight streams through the pane, where surely it should be well and truly dark.

That’s when it all hits her at once - the bowl, crying herself into a nap, the dream-

Jane.

Oh God, Jane.

She honestly isn’t sure if she’s thinking about scary-murdered-Dream-Jane or her lovely mother, but regardless, she needs to make this right.

She races to Jane’s room, not even knocking before opening the door.

Jane is sitting on her bed, propped against the headboard, working on some embroidery. At the sound of the door opening, she looks up, and Katherine swallows the lump in her throat at the dried tears she sees on Jane’s cheeks.

“Kat, I-”

She doesn’t finish that sentence. In fact, she barely has time to put the embroidery safely on the bedside table before Katherine is in her arms, all but in her lap, whimpering out apologies between wheezing, broken sobs.

It takes several minutes for Katherine to calm down enough to take little breaths, which is when Jane finally asks, “what happened, love?”

Katherine frantically shakes her head, and Jane gently hushes her, running her fingers softly through her hair.

“Later,” Kat chokes out.

“Okay,” Jane whispers soothingly. “That’s okay.”

There is some more silence, then Jane kisses Kat’s forehead and smiles, pulling Kat back just enough to meet her eyes. “I love you, my little Seymour,” she promises.

Katherine’s eyes well with tears, and she buries her face back in Jane’s shoulder. But amongst the nearly incomprehensible whimpers, one phrase is strong and understandable.

“I love you too, Mama.”

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czuritaa · 4 years

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Queens in the 21st Century

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Anna's POV

I can't believe we are in 2019 and that some people here are so rude and bad educated. The teenagers, or every single one we passed, Catherine of Aragon, Catherine Parr and me, just were talking with cursed words. Aragon almost had a heart attack because Jesus was going to punish them while Parr and I were trying to hold our laughs.

Other thing that got us out of guard was the tiny clothes that some girls were wearing. I mean really tiny, it barely covered them. Another heart attack for Aragon.

- So... What do we do now?- I asked while we were walking around looking for the other three or answers, whatever it cames first.

- I don't know, we have to look for a place to stay the night and found the others.- said Parr.

- I prefer to start to looking for a place to sleep, I don't want to see Boleyn's face.

- Come on Aragon, it passed 500 years already. Forget it.

- Never Cleves.

I just rolled my eyes and we continue walking.

We were wearing really weird clothes. Parr and I were wearing pants, hers long and blue and mines short and black, and a black shirt, mines had red stripes and comfortable shoes. Aragon had a goldish dress on and sandals.

Aragon's curly hair wasn't tied up as Parr's curly hair. My black short hair didn't change that much.

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We have been walking for about 2 hours and a half without that much conversation. We stopped to eat with money that we had in the purses that appeared with us.

In the distance a can see something shiny. It says 'Hotel', what does that mean? I told the other two and we headed to that place.

When we arrived we saw people getting in and coming out of the building and nobody seemed to have a problem with that so we entered.

- Welcome ladies, can I help you?- a young woman behind a large table and something weird in front of her came to us.- This is the London Hotel, would you like to stay a day or two here?

The three of us look at each other before nodding out heads.

- Fine, tell me your names and I will give you a room.- she came back behind that square thing and we approached her.

- I'm Catherine Aragon.

- I'm Catherine Parr.

- I'm Anna Cleves.

Aragon didn't say the 'of' of her name so I copied her, then I'll ask her.

- OK, you're already registered. Your room is 168B. On the third floor. Have a good night.- she did say all of this without removing her smile of her face.

We said bye and headed to a elevator, how I heard someone said while he was getting out of it.

We entered, grabbing Aragon's arms because she said that was a devil's thing, and we pressed the number of our floor. We could feel how it started to go up, it was cool. I think Parr agrees with me but Aragon is praying on the corner.

The doors opened and we were on a different place than before, I like this.

- This is a devil's thing, I'm sorry God for getting on this.

- Don't exaggerate Aragon, at least we have a place to sleep.- Parr turned to her and gave her an amusement look.

- I'm sorry but this didn't exist before so if exists now is because...

- Because people build it to go up the floors without tiring yourself.- I interrupted her and I can tell for the look on her face that she didn't like it.

- Let's find that room.- Aragon went ahead and started looking the doors' numbers.

- So I share the bed with Kitty and you sleep alone.

- Fine with me Anne but, did you ask Katie?

- No... Kitty, do you want to sleep with me?

- Yeah, if it's not a problem with you Annie, or you Jane.

- There's no problem.

We turned to see three women getting out of the room in front of ours. I turned slowly to watch Aragon's face change.

- Boleyn...

- Hey Catherine, long not see you.

Oh oh. The rest of us looked at each other trying not to laugh and a bit worried for Boleyn.

In a second Aragon started to chase Boleyn down the hall like the cat and the mouse.

- So, you're sleeping in front us?- Jane said ignoring the other two.

- Yeah, that's great I think.- I answered.

- Well, I think that's better. We can keep Annie safe and you can watch Aragon to not chase her.- Howard said.

- Fine with me.- and with that said from Parr's mouth we entered in our rooms letting the other two on the hall running.

#catherine parr #six the musical #anna of cleves #catherine of aragon #chapter 2 #six fanfiction

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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Mama, We All Go To Hell

[Tour!verse]

TW: Abuse, victim blaming, gaslighting, mentions of CSA

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Stage door wasn’t something Bessie went out to that often. It was too hectic and loud, so many people bustling around in a small space, chattering like monkeys and birds in a jungle, and snapping photos. The queens enjoyed the interactions, but that was mainly because they got hugged and praised. Nobody really knew who Bessie was, despite her two introductions. In fact, the real reason anyone even gave her a second glance was because of her silvery white hair, which seemed to be more interesting than her herself.

But it was fine. Really, it was. Bessie didn’t really care about pictures or autographs. Half of the time she was glued to Howard’s side, anyway. She just liked being around her mother.

(They were currently a week into their real mother-daughter relationship. Katherine has shown interest in actually adopting Bessie. That makes Bessie’s heart beat at least a million miles an hours.)

While waiting for stage door to end, Bessie noticed someone in the crowd from where she stood at Howard’s side. A woman with long, luscious brown and piercing grey eyes. She was a hawk amongst mice in the groups of people, a predator hiding in a pack of prey. She-

“Mum?!”

-was Catherine Pershall. Wife to John Blount.

Mother of Elizabeth Blount.

Bessie darted from Howard’s side, twisting around people to avoid running into them. Her bright eyes and beaming smile faded, however, when she got close enough to her mother to see her scowl. She skidded to a halt and drew backwards, quickly remembering that her mother didn’t like her standing close to her.

“Mum,” Bessie said again, a grin appearing on her lips again.

“That’s mother to you,” Catherine snapped, “Hello, Elizabeth.”

“Mother.” Bessie said once more, this time mainly to herself. Repeating it cements it and she just wants to jump into the woman’s arms, but she knows better. “Mother- it’s- it’s you. You’re here.” If she had a tail like a dog it would definitely be wagging. “I missed you.”

“Mmm.” Catherine hummed, uninterested. Her storm grey eyes cast over to Howard, who is watching, as well as Parr and Anna, the other two queens out during stage door. Then, she looks back down to her daughter. “What’s wrong with your hair?”

“Oh!” Bessie jumped a little and ran a hand through the bleached locks, “I bleached it! Do you like it? Kitty says it’s pretty.”

Catherine snorted and that makes Bessie’s hand freeze and then drop limply to her side.

“It’s...something. You’re killing your hair, you know. Do you want that to happen, my dear Elizabeth? Do you want your hair to fall out?” Catherine said and continued when all Bessie could do is stammer for answer, “That’ll only make you look even worse.”

Someone clears their throat and Catherine snaps her head up. She narrowed her eyes at the sparkly pink queen now standing before her.

“Can I help you?” She snapped.

“I’m just here to tell Bessie that we can go change, now.” Howard said.

“And you are?” Catherine raised an eyebrow.

“Katherine Howard.”

“Oh.” Catherine said. “You’re that queen.”

Howard clenched her jaw. Bessie reached out and gently took her head, which is squeezed- whether for reassurance or an output for Howard’s obvious anger she doesn’t quite know.

“Yes,” Howard said slowly, “I am. Let’s go get changed, Bessie.”

“Wait-” Bessie said, “My mother- Can she come?”

Katherine so badly wanted to yell, “NO!” and leave the horrid woman behind, but she couldn’t do that when Bessie was giving her the most adorable puppy dog eyes she has even seen.

(Bessie wasn’t even attempting puppy dog eyes. Her dark eyes just naturally sparkled like that.)

“Fine.” Katherine sighed.

“Thank you, Kitty!” Bessie gave her a quick hug and then beamed at her mother, “Come on, mum!” She bounds into the backstage area, followed by Catherine, who Howard glares at when she passes by.

There was something about that woman she didn’t like.

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That night, Maggie was awoken by the sound of rushing sink water. She pried open her eyes and rolled out of bed, groaning when the faucet didn't turn off. Grumbling something about Joan being so sleep deprived that she couldn't even turn off the water, she trudged to the bathroom to find a quaking figure hunched over the sink.

“Bessie?” Maggie called out, squinting in the bright fluorescent lights, “What the hell and you doing?”

Bessie jolted up. Her hair is soaked and fading to brown at the roots.

“I-I'm sorry!” The girl yelped, “I-I didn't mean to wake you.”

Maggie rubbed her eyes and furrowed her brows.

“What are you doing?”

“Washing my hair out.” Bessie mumbled, staring down at the clumps of hair in the sink that had fallen out from her vigorous scrubbing.

“In the sink?”

Bessie nods.

“In the middle of the night?”

Another nod.

“Even though you love your hair beached?”

A third nod, although this one seems more self conscious. Maggie sighed.

“Ellie, is this because of what that witch said at the stage door? Kat said she-”

“That ‘witch’ is my mother." Bessie hissed, bristling herself up, “And she was right. I shouldn't be ruining my hair. So I'm cleaning it.”

“Ellie...”

“Go to bed.” Bessie snapped, “I don't need to be criticized.”

Maggie stood there before a moment before sighing and retreating down the hall. While doing so, she heard a tiny, “Night” and “Love you” and her heart clenches even tighter.

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Much to Bessie's dismay, she finds that only the top of her head was brown, while everything else was still bleached.

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Catherine was at the theater again the next day, standing around backstage like she owned the place. She couldn't help but sneer when she saw the mess that was her daughter's hair when she arrived. Others noticed, too, as crew members tittered when they laid eyes on the ugly mishmash of white and brown.

“Are you trying to mock my words, Elizabeth?” Catherine asked, glaring down at her spawn.

“No, mother,” Bessie shook her head quickly, “I was listening to you, actually! I was trying to wash the bleach out.”

Catherine quirked a brow at the girl's obedience.

“Oh?”

“I promise, mother. You were right.”

“Good girl, then ," Catherine slipped a hand under Bessie's chin, using the other to tickle the hairs on the side of the bassist’s head, “Why don't I help you get the rest out?”

Bessie's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly, excited to spend time with her mother. Catherine leads her down the hall with a hand on her back. The touch was warm, a more welcoming feeling than the sink water.

Dark water. Bessie is now trapped in a powerful undertow and is being dragged through her past life.

She was Elizabeth “Bessie” Blount. Not Lizzie, not Eliza, not Beth. Bessie. Daughter of John Blount and Catherine Pershall. The oldest of many siblings. That made her valuable, her mother says. Spendable.

Her mother and father were always bickering. They acted like two angry cats when around each other, glaring and hissing and giving warning signs. Everyone said the two of them hated their daughter, but Bessie never believed it. Even when they said it to her face, she never really believed it.

Bessie remembered so much from when she lived in that house they shared. She slept in a small room, bundled up with blankets and carpets. Sometimes, she would sneak out and watch her mother at night as she worked, waiting for her to look over and smile. That’s all Bessie ever wanted. A sign that there was hidden kindness inside of the woman.

She never did look her way.

That’s when Bessie realized she had to prove herself to get attention. So, she started to become stronger, faster, smarter. Although she was incredibly intelligent and educated, her parents said the only thing that’ll get her places were her looks. So, she once snagged a pretty silver necklace from a teenage boy who thought more with his penis than his mind and rushed back home, a little hop in her step as she went.

“Mother!” The ten year old girl cried out, “Mother!”

Her mother’s head peeked out from behind a door, scowling. Catherine glared at her daughter, appearing as venomous and dangerous as a king cobra.

“I told you not to come back until dark,” She snapped, then added quietly, “Or not come back at all.”

“I know, but-” Bessie scrambled to hold up the necklace, “I got this for you!”

Something glimmered in Catherine’s cold grey eyes. She slithered out from her work area and stood in front of Bessie, huge in comparison.

“Did you now?” She said, peering at the necklace, “Did you buy it?”

“No,” Bessie shook her head quickly, “Not really. I...haggled for it. With a boy. For you!”

“I see.”

Warm fingers slipped between Bessie’s and her excitement grew. Her mother never touched her this gently before. Her hard work was finally paying off!

Catherine plucked up the necklace and she looks at it closely. Then, she smiled. Bessie nearly fainted right then and there.

“I’ve taught you well, haven’t I?” She said with sweetness that Bessie latched onto.

“Yes, mother!”

Catherine nodded and then whipped the girl across the face with the round pendant.

“Apparently not. If you get something nice, you keep it.”

Pain streaks across Bessie’s cheeks. There’s a sharp sensation in her shoulders; her mother shoves her into the wall like she’s nothing more than a sack of sand. Shoes crunch down on her fingers when she falls down to her hands and knees.

“Out here, nobody is ever going to take care of you! Nobody cares! You fend for yourself!”

Catherine was two seconds away from breaking her daughter’s hand when someone cleared their throat from the doorway. She turned, nearly uprooting Bessie’s fingernails from way her heel twists on her fingertips, and saw her husband standing there, his amber eyes glittering in the pale sunlight slipping in through the curtains.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Teaching our wretched daughter a lesson.” Catherine hissed.

“Ah.”

Through her tears, Bessie could see the shape of her father lumbering over. She wanted him to bat her mother away and scoop her up in his arms. She wanted to go to the kingdom with him, escape the clutter and clamor of their town. She knew he wanted that, too.

She wanted him to help.

But instead, he cracked the back of his hand across her face and snarled at her.

Bessie wished she could she say she stopped wanting attention, but she didn’t. She still tried to do everything in her power to get them to love her.

They never did.

Then the risk of moving back to the countryside came upon the Blount family. Catherine was livid. She had paced around the living room, yelling curses' to God for doing this to her while her husband watched on with a bored expression. Suddenly, however, she stopped.

She remembered her ties with the soon-to-be queen, Catherine of Aragon. Before Arthur's death, she had been a lady in waiting. Surely Her Majesty wouldn't mind an old friend working in her court. Or, rather, an old friend's spawn...

“Elizabeth!” Catherine shouted, startling her husband out of his daze. She heard a yelp from another room and her absolutely tiny, eleven-year-old daughter scurried up to her.

“Y-yes, mum?" Bessie asked.

Catherine glares.

“Mother.” She corrected.

“What do you think about going to London?" Catherine said, crouching down in front of the child. She made sure to slip fake gentleness in her voice, knowing it would help sway her daughter further.

“London?” Bessie squeaked, glancing at her father, who was paying attention with mild interest, “We're-”

“No.” Catherine cut her off right off the bat, “Not us. Just you.”

“Just me?" Bessie repeated. "I-I-”

Catherine breathed out a harsh breath at the little wretch's stupidity. She set her jaw and stamped, down her nerves.

“You are going to London.” Catherine explained, “You are going to be a lady in waiting to the queen. Do you understand me?”

“But-”

“Do you understand me?”

Catherine's harsh voice grows fainter. The vision of her is getting obscured by a stream of bubbles.

“Yes, mother.”

Bessie surfaces from the water with violent coughing. She gasps and wheezes, air slowly soothing her burning lungs. Cold droplets cascade down her reddened face.

“Mother, mother,” She rasped out, "Mother, please...”

The hand tangled in her drenched hair, gripping into the back of her skull, tightens. The grasp pulls backwards, tilting her head back with it, and Catherine stoops down slightly to glower right in her face.

“What?” She snaps.

“Please...please just,” Bessie sputters and coughed painfully, "G-give me...a moment..please...”

“I'm trying to fix you.” Catherine said, “You don't have time to wait. You'll need to go on soon.”

“Please-” Bessie’s pitched plea was cut off by a mouthful of water.

Catherine's long, pointy painted fingernails raked through Bessie's hair, scraping down the skin on her head. They dig it like hooks when she scrubs, and the intensity of the water spraying out of the faucet doesn't help Bessie's stinging scalp.

The need for air flared up again and Bessie started to cry out, but her scream was muffled. Water filled her mouth and she started to struggle. Her arms flew out, hitting Catherine a few times. Her head is yanked backwards and a hand cracks across her face.

“You vile little brat!” Catherine roared, glaring down at her spawn, who is on the floor, coughing up water. “I am trying to help you! Are you that ungrateful?”

“No, no,” Bessie sputters, “No, mother. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. P-please forgive me. Please.”

Catherine’s snarl turns into a wicked smile when she watches her child squirm and cower beneath her. She crouches down in front of her and lifted her chin, tickling the girl’s contracting throat with the tips of her pointy nails.

“Are you really sorry?” Catherine muses, “Tell me. Are you sorry?”

“Y-yes, mother,” Bessie stammers, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Good.” Catherine hums and stood up, dragging Bessie up with her, “Shall we continue? You still have some white parts.”

For five more minutes, Bessie allows her mother to dunk her under the large metal sink they found in an old storage closet. Eventually, Catherine says they’re done and Bessie is allowed to go back to her dressing room, once again with Catherine’s hand resting on her back.

Bessie keeps her mouth shut as Catherine yanks a brush through her soaked hair. She’s still drenched and shivers in the chair she’s seated in.

“Bessie, you-” Parr stopped in the doorway of the dressing room. She furrowed her eyebrows at the scene before her, “What are you doing?”

“I’m brushing my daughter’s hair.” Catherine answered innocently, “What are YOU doing?”

“I came to get Bessie.” Parr said, “Joan needs her.”

Bessie looked at Catherine, who waves a hand for her to go. She nodded and skittered out with Parr.

“You’re soaked.” Parr said, “And you’re shivering. What happened?”

“My mum was washing my hair out.” Bessie answered.

“Why? I thought you liked your hair bleached.”

“Yeah, but SHE didn’t.” Bessie mumbled. She ended the conversation at that, hurrying ahead to get to the stage. When she crossed the threshold, first she heard the gathering crowd behind the curtain and then Joan’s panicked voice.

“Can you all PLEASE just hurry! Come on, we go on in fifteen, Maud isn’t- isn’t here, and- BESSIE WHY ARENT YOU DRESSED?!”

Bessie jumped when Joan yelled at her. She heard a few people behind the curtain, probably those in the first row, giggle and murmur.

“I- I-”

“Go get dressed!” Joan cries, flapping her arms like a distressed jungle bird, “Go! Go!”

Bessie obeys, scrambling back to her dressing room. When she returns, Joan is crying into her hands at the stool in front of her keyboard. Jane is crouched next to her, rubbing her back and murmuring sweet things to her.

“Is she okay?”

Jane looks up at Bessie and smiles warmly.

“Yes,” She said, “She’s just tired and that makes her stressed”

“I’m sorry, Bessie,” Joan wept into her hands, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I know how you don’t like it when people yell at you and I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She continued to blubber until Jane pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head. Simply seeing her like that made Bessie’s heart flutter. She wanted her mother to do that.

“It’s alright, honey” Jane tells Joan, “You’re tired.”

“Yeah, it’s okay, Joan!” Bessie says.

Joan sniffled and then nods.

“Are YOU okay, though?”

Bessie blinked and turned around to face Howard.

“Uhh… Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” Howard pressed.

“Yes.” Bessie said more firmly, storming over to her spot. She doesn’t look at Howard, rather just prepares her bass. She had to make this one of her best shows.

Mother was watching.

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The moment the curtains closed, Bessie was off the stage. She was soaked in sweat and her face was red from all the dancing she did, but she still beamed, especially when she faced her mother in the wings.

“Well?” She pants, even though she hadn’t sung or spoken during the performance, “What’d you think?”

Catherine’s mouth was a flat line for a long time as she toiled over what she had just watched.

“You…play the bass.” She finally spoke.

“Yup!” Bessie grins.

“You just play the music.”

“I mean…that’s what bassists do.”

“No speaking parts.”

“I’m not one of the queens.”

“You could have been.”

“What?”

“I said you could have been,” Catherine repeats, “You we’re in a relationship with Henry, were you not? You could have married him if you stuck around.”

“Mother… I was exiled…” Bessie whispered. Her mother’s uncaring features did not change.

“Now whose fault is that?”

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Aragon didn’t hate Bessie. Not really. Sure, she acted like she did, but deep down, somewhere, she still cared about the girl. After all, they had been very close, like mother and daughter, and a relationship like that isn’t easy to break, no matter how hard she tries.

That being said, watching Catherine treat Bessie like garbage made anger bubble up inside of her. Yes, she, too, wasn’t the nicest to Bessie, but bullying the kid was something only SHE was allowed to do. Certainly not a parent. In fact, Catherine should be DEFENDING her daughter, not needle her.

But she isn’t.

Aragon knew something was off about Catherine right off the bat. She remembered comments Bessie made about her mother in their past life, which were always concerning,

(“Who does that little one belong to?” Aragon asked, gazing over at the tiny child against the wall, “Where are her parents? Poor thing is shaking!”

“Her parents aren’t here, my lady,” The maid answered. “She was sent here alone. That’s Catherine’s little one. Your newest lady.”

“Catherine?”

“Pershall.”

“Ah.”)

When Arthur was still alive, Aragon remembered a Catherine Pershall tending to her. What a strict, cold woman she was. Those old memories of young Bessie were something Aragon pushed down as much as possible, but they bubble back up at certain moments. Like right now, with Bessie’s face bright red and eyes glistening with tears.

She saw the girl cry a lot in their past life.

(“Wh-why would they do that to it?” She asked after witnessing her first bear-baiting.)

(“M-my mama said she would come.” She whimpered when her mother didn’t visit on her birthday.)

(“I-I… I think I’m pregnant.” She rasped out when she spent an entire morning throwing up.)

However, Aragon has not been faced with a broken bass plus a very pissed off music director.

“What did you do?!” Joan cried. Despite her tired, glassy eyes and the dark bags weighing beneath them, she looked like a blizzard when angry, “Do you know how much that bass cost?!”

A crowd has formed on the stage, drawn out by all the shouting.

“Joan, I’m sure it was an accident,” Jane said, trying to calm Joan down.

“Accident?!” Joan shrieked, “Does THIS look like an accident to you?!”

She snatched up a chunk of the bass, which was in pieces, and waved it in the air.

“I-I’m sorry…” Bessie whispered.

“You’re sorry?” Joan chortled, “Sorry won’t fix the bass!”

Bessie’s bottom lip quivered and she looked down. Howard, loyal as ever, set a hand on her back for comfort.

“Come on, honey,” She murmured to the girl. The two of them walk back to the dressing rooms. Aragon soon followed. When at the top of the stairs, she noticed that Catherine had stopped Howard and Bessie.

“Elizabeth, come.” Catherine ordered.

“She isn’t a dog.” Howard growled, glaring at the woman.

“Ah yes,” Catherine nodded, “You’re right, She ISN’T you.”

Bessie gasped and even Aragon’s eyes widened a little. Howard was frozen.

“Mother-!!” Bessie yelped, but shut her mouth when Catherine glared at her.

“Come here, Elizabeth.” Catherine said firmly and her daughter obeys. “And you,” She glared at Howard, “Leave us.”

Howard was rigid for a moment, then walked away, despite the pleading look Bessie was giving her.

“Why did you say that to her?” Bessie asked quietly, ”You hurt her feelings, mother…”

“Good.” Catherine knelt down in front of Bessie and cupped either sides of her face, “I don’t want to see you around that woman anymore. Do you understand me?”

“But-”

“Do you understand me?” Catherine repeated firmly.

“Yes ma’am…”

“Good.” Catherine smiled, “I’m the only one you’ll ever need, baby girl. I’m the only one who can really love you. I’m all that you need. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Movement caught Catherine’s eye. She set her jaw and stood up, patting Bessie’s shoulder.

“Go wait for me in the lobby, Elizabeth.”

Once her daughter is gone she calls out, “What do you need, Catalina?”

Aragon strides up to her, eyes narrowed.

“I know you broke the bass.” She accused.

“Yes, and?” Catherine brushed the claim off, “Playing that thing is a waste of time. She was nothing while standing in the background.“

“So you destroy her things?” Aragon growled.

“What’s it to you?” Catherine quirked a brow, “I thought you hated the little pest.”

“I was still more of a mother to her than you ever were.” Aragon said, to which Catherine merely shrugs and turns away.

“Not anymore.”

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rayalltheway · 4 years

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Six the Musical Queens casted as Cats Queens

So I could be wrong, but to my knowledge even though there’s some Cats stuff mentioning Six, no one else has done a cast list of which of our beautiful, strong, independent queen cats would play our beautiful, strong, independent Six Queens. So for complete self-indulgement, I did so myself. I also hope some others will find my casting interesting and/or agreeable. Heads up, this is all pretty word heavy, so prepare for some overly-thought about character connections which I strung together for fun.

(Also who King Henry is represented by is up for interpretation- the obvious answer would be Macavity, getting ragged on by all the queens he’s hurt/controlled, but since King Henry doesn’t have an actual role in the musical, he could be a representation of anyone or anything to the various Queen cats here. You decide.)

Bombalurina as Catherine of Aragon

This didn’t reallly feel like a hard choice to make. Bombalurina, like Catherine, has a very strong, stubborn sense of pride in herself and her position(ie. a Head Queen in the Jellicle Tribe). She’s deeply devoted to her role, and in the same way that Catherine treats the notion of annulment as an insult to all the years she’s put into being Henry’s wife and the Queen, Bomba clearly does not take well being treated as a side piece or having her powerful, sexy queenliness being compromised, hence how visibly angry she was when Tugger rejected/embarrassed her in front of the whole tribe during his big showoff session.

Griddlebone as Anne Boylen

I chose Griddlebone mainly cuz both she and Anne Boylen bith built themselves up an infamous repertoire during their respective spotlights - in Boylen’s story, her fame comes from throwing England into political upheaval, lead to the country to break from the Church, ending in bloody drama, simply but having an affair with the king…kinda like the same way Griddlebone became an infamous figure to the Jellicles. A femme fatale who, in seducing Growltiger, ending up instigating chaos in that story, and while wether all this was intentional on her part is debatable, she left her mark. Griddlebone and Boylen also certainly seem to share a self-absorbed energy, not really caring for the consequences of their actions and simply living for the thrill. At least, until it negatively impacts her.

Victoria as Jane Seymour

For a while I didn’t know who to put here. I could of gone with Griz, cuz of how ballady this song is and Grizabella is all about that - but certain things didn’t click into place. In the end, I felt Victoria fitted the best, even if more with the themes than the story. With Seymour feeling the strongest commitment, and her song being the kindest and most heartfelt of the Queen’s respective numbers - she is the heart of the pop band in the same way Victoria seems to represent the heart of the Jellicle tribe. The musical shows her as the highlight of the Jellicle ball, finding a mate, and extending the collective love of the Jellicles to Grizabella as the first to touch her. And this casting works well for 2019 movie!Victoria too, with her being accepted in the tribe and coming to be lovingly devoted to her new family.

Cassandra as Anna of Cleaves

Just a complete no brainer here. Cassandra and Anna of Cleaves are both the cool, confident diva with minimal issues keeping them from living their best life, and the entire energy of ‘Get Down’ is something Cass could pull off elegantly.

Grizabella as Katherine Howard

Kinda odd pick here, but let me explain. It’s clear that Grizabella is far outside the range of youthfulness and lacks the upbeat pop-star energy that Howard flaunts - I didn’t want to pick one of the sweet, innocent kittens for this, I would really feel that…and yes, there isn’t anything clear in the 2019 movie or 1998 film that makes them match…But then I considered what Howard went trough, and honestly, if I had to pick the Queen that had the most shitty, saddest life, I’d go with her. It certainly fits Griz’s implied backstory, how she was glamorous, but was been slowly weathered by hardship and trauma. Let’s just say Grizabella portraying Howard is a younger version - a beautiful, talented girl looking for love and glory and happiness, but she ends up susceptible to dark influences, and being used and abused. (In that sense, Demeter could also work as Howard, but I already knew what role I wanted Deme to fill…)

Demeter as Catherine Parr

Fairly obvious, and just the best choice in my opinion. Albeit the decision is mostly based off common fanon, but whatevs. Catherine is ‘the one who survived’, and Demeter’s definitely a survivor is her own right - whereas Parr saw King Henry to the end of his life and made it out when he died, Demeter escaped from Macavity’s abusive clutches. But more importantly, much like Parr, it’s clear Deme doesn’t want to be tied down or defined by her previous relationship with a toxic man. She wants to enjoy the Jellicle Ball and be happy with her newfound family, but Macavity’s presence is forever a shadow over her, and often defines her very character. I mean, how much focus do we give Demeter that doesn’t involve mentioning her evil ex at least once? Do we ever really talk about who Demeter really is outside of the brokeness instilled in her by her past abuse? Demeter deserves a power song about how she’s a strong, independent queen who don’t need nobody to validate her - and empowering the other queens to feel the same.

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