#theg can wait

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

AAAAHHHHSKFNN^^;?[@^ I FINISHED A CHAPTER GUYS

Literally so relieved. 

Also made a shiny aesthetic thingy for the fic

So shiny

OPLA!Mihawk x OC

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Chapter 4: Parting Ways

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Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something

After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing most of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.

"What are you doing?"

Gritting her teeth, Karimi only kept stuffing clothes into her bag. She didn't have much anymore, only the few meager belongings she had managed to rescue from her sloop before it descended to the bottom of the ocean barely a week earlier. She ignored Nami's question, not turning her head.

"Wh—wait, are you leaving?" she asked in alarm—and with more than just a hint of anger. "Now?"

"I said from the start this was temporary," Karimi pointed out

"So did I," said Nami coolly. Karimi could practically hear the glare that Nami no doubt had fixed on the back of her head. "And I seem to remember you giving me and entire speech about it last night."

"Yes, well. Unfortunate as that is." She pulled her satchel over her shoulder. "My chariot awaits, and my pilot isn't exactly known for his patience."

Nami all but gawked at Karimi when she turned Round, her arms hanging limp at her sides, eyes widened in total disbelief. "You can't be serio—him?" she demanded, gesturing in the direction where Zoro's disastrous duel with the Warlord had taken place in front of the Baratie. Karimi gave a short jerk of her head, pushing past Nami. "He almost killed Zoro and you—"

"I made a deal," she said through her teeth. "Unfortunately I failed to specify how alive he should leave Zoro."

"You...made a deal with him?" Karimi hummed in affirmation. "That—when you were talking to him last night—" She just hummed again, a little more impatiently; she had intended to leave the ship without anyone noticing, leave behind a quickly penned note of goodbye and apology with no details at all about where she was going to avoid anyone attempting to follow, and be done with it. She didn't do well with emotional goodbyes, and the last thing she needed was Luffy making the same stupid decision as Zoro in some harebrained attempt to save her from her own botched deal.

"What kind of deal?" Nami asked as theg stood at the railing if the main deck, and Karimi sighed, shaking her head. "What kind of—"

"I have to work for him for a year," she said shortly. "No pay. Handle World Government favors and contracts he can't be arsed to deal with himself."

"You...a year?" And Nami was gawking at her all over again, shaking her head. "That's—are you out of your mind? You saw what he did, he's—he's a damned monster, you might not even survive a year—"

"I can handle myself. And I really don't want to see any of you die," she interrupted. "Especially not over something as stupid as—that," she said, gesturing toward the cabin where Zoro was unconscious and barely clinging to the realm of the living. "You've all got dreams. I...don't. I don't think a year of my time is that big of a price to pay, personally."

"You said you were looking for someone." Karimi cringed a little at that, closing her eyes with a sigh. She had mentioned it in passing in front of Luffy, and he had yet to cease in asking her who it was. Of course everyone else on the ship knew by now. "That it had something to do with the contract you took from Buggy to steal the Grand Line map."

"And I'm still capable of keeping an ear out for information regardless of who I happen. To be working with or for," he said simply. "And it hardly counts as a dream. It's something I have to do."

"You think that bastard's going care about that?" said Nami.

Karimi looked over her shoulder and fixed her eyes on Nami's. "Probably no more than Arlong cares about you saving your village." It was a low blow, for sure—but Nami silenced at the counter immediately. "And has it stopped you?" She turned around fully, leaning back against the railing, her dark green eyes scanning Nami's face as the younger woman glared at her defiantly for a moment...and then crossed her arms with a scoff and rolled her eyes.

"Alright, fine," she said shortly. "And I guess you don't want the guys to know anything, right?"

Karimi rolled her eyes a little herself, digging in one of the pockets of her cargo shorts. She produced from it a folded piece of paper on which she had quickly penned her short, vague letter of farewell before Nami caught her packing, and held it out.

Then briefly pulled it back when Nami reached for it. "This," said Karimi, giving the paper a small shake, "is all I want them to know. I kept your secret." She pressed the note into Nami's palm. "I would appreciate it if you kept mine."

"Sure. Whatever." Nami tucked the note in her pocket without opening it or glancing at it. She met Karimi's gaze, and held out her arms in a shrug and let then fall heavily back to her sides. "So...what? Bye, I guess?"

Karimi frowned, shrugging one shoulder herself. "I'm not exactly good at this sort of thing," she said, her frown deepening, a crease forming between her brows. "Are we supposed to hug or something?"

Nami pursed her lips, clearly struggling for a long moment to keep a straight face—and then broke into a few quiet, chuckles, bringing her palm up to her face and shaking her head. "Yeah, I guess we're 'supposed to hug or something.'"

Karimi really hadn't said it entirely to be fecitious, to crack a dry joke—it was more than a bit awkward to wrap her arm around anyone, to feel anyone's arms around her. It had been a long time since she had, felt like practically a lifetime ago. The familiarity of it wasn't particularly comforting either—with it dawned a sense of mingling nostalgia and nausea in the pit of her stomach, and she was fairly quick to pull back and pat Nami's shoulder with a forced smile.

"I'm sure I'll be back again," she said—and she meant it, genuinely. Maybe it would be a long while from right now, but she wanted to see what might become of the crew, of her brief comrades.

"I'm not planning on staying much longer," said Nami. She swallowed, glancing back toward the cabins, and lowered her voice. "Arlong's not exactly known for his patience, either."

Karimi had no intention of trying to talk her out of it—there was no point. No point, and it would have been wildly hypocritical of her to do so. If Karimi could have had the chance to save her own village, she would have given anything.

But that was a lost a cause.

Still, she gave a small laugh.

"Doesn't mean you won't be back, too." Nami frowned at her as Karimi pulled her hand back, amd adjusted her satchel on her shoulder. "Our 'captain' might be an idealistic idiot, but I think he's got enough heart to make up for it. Don't you?"

Nami glanced back toward the cabins again, nd gave a little bit of a sigh. "I guess he does, she agreed, with a quiet laugh. She looked back at Karimi with the same half-hearted smile as the older girl took a few steps back. "Just...be careful."

"Always," said Karimi, tipping her tricorne a bit as she started the descent toward the docks. She stopped briefly, and added, "You too."

Nami gave her a short nod. A small but genuine smile. Karimi returned both without any hesitation.

Out of everyone aboard the Going Merry, and in the days before they acquired the ship, Karimi had found Nami to be the most difficult to get to know, to even get along with, making it clear from the start that she didn't trust the green-haired girl or her story that she was essentially a prisoner of the Buggy Pirates herself. Karimi understood full well her reasoning now—it was much the same as Karimi's for avoiding familiarity with others. It was easier to remain solitary than risk losing anyone else.

Zoro hadn't really cared one way or the other whether she tagged along with them, but Luffy had been a different story. As soon as Karimi had asked about his hat and told him she had sailed with the Red-Hair pirates, the young self-proclaimed captain had all but glued himself to her side, questioning her about them constantly, reveling in stories of the infamous crew and her time on the East Blue and Grand kine with them.

Reveling in stories of the greatest idol of his childhood, the captain of the crew he had begged years earlier to be a part of, who has gicwn up his own arm to save Luffy's life: Red-Haired Shanks.

Luffy's idol, nd for Karimi's first two years on the sea, her mentor.

She had thought Luffy'a eyes might pop right out of his head when she informed him of what Shanks's bounty had been when she parted ways from their crew six years ago—well over two billion berries.

"Two billion.... Wow." And he grinned ear to ear where he sat near the stern of the boat that night after their fight with the Buggy Pirates. He reclined back and laid down right in the deck, tucking his hands behind his head. "I can't *wait* to get a bounty." Karimi lifted an eyebrow row at that, glancing over her shoulder from where she leaned against the railing at the port side of the tiny sloop—honestly far two small for four people.

"You...want a bounty," she said slowly, a smirk beginning to curve the corner of her own lips. "You want Marines chasing you everywhere you go? Not to mention other pirates. Bounty hunters." She half-nodded toward the hammock where Zoro was sleeping.

"Well, yeah, that's half the fun of it," he said, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean, that Boggy guy had a bounty, and we beat him, right? Pirates are supposed to have bounties." He tilted his head to the side a little, frowning up at the night sky. "It's like a..."

"Right of passage?" she offered, growing more amused by the minute.

"Exactly!" he said, pointing at Karimi, and she couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. "Can't be King of the Pirates if I never even get a bounty."

"No, I guess you couldn't," she said, not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice. "Still..." she turned around, leaning back against the railing, her elbows propped up against it. "You've already got one hell of a right of passage. It's sitting on your head right now." Luffy looked over at her with childlike curiosity, placing his hand atop his straw hat. "You said Shanks told you it was his greatest treasure. One of the most infamous pirates in the entire world entrusted you with his most valuable possession." His eyes widened a little as that sunk in properly. "Bounty or no bounty, people are going to notice. Buggy noticed. He won't be the only one."

"Yeah..." He laughed a little, and then he laughed a bit more, sitting straight up again. "And he had a bounty of fifteen million berries and he recognized it. That's got to be—wait, do you have a bounty?" he asked curiously. "You said just about everyone on Shanks's crew had one. And you said you were a mercenary for six years, you have to have one, right?"

"Nope," she said, smiling. She had only been with the Red-Hairs for two years, give or take a month, and as a thief on the crew she had always been discreet, able to keep off the Marines' radar. It didn't hurt either that Shanks, due in no small part to his history with her father, had been particularly protective of her. "I've...made a point of avoiding familiarity with Marines over the years," she went on after a moment. "Not really interested in being a wanted woman."

His frown only deepened at that. "But...you're a purate," he said, tilting his head in a manner not dissimilar to that of a puppy hearing a strange new sound for the first time. "Pirates always end up with bounties."

"Mercenary," she corrected with a sigh, shaking her head. "Who...also usually end up with bounties," she allowed. "But I'm careful. I have to be careful traveling alone."

Luffy's frown only deepened at that. "Sounds boring."

Karimi gave a snort and rolled her eyes. "Oh, yes," she said, her tone drenched in sarcasm as she lowered herself to sit down across from him, "how terribly boring it has been working with dozens of different crews for the past six years and making loads of money and potential allies..."

"I mean the traveling alone thing," he said. He rested his chin on his palm, his elbow on one of hisbknees. "You were with the Red Hair Pirates for two years, why didn't you just stay with them?"

In truth, Karimi still asked herself that question sometimes. It had been two of the best, two of the happiest years of her life since the massacre at Conch Cove. She had thought about staying with them. It had been all too much like having a family, a community, for the first time since she had lost hers.

But her goal was too personal to share with anyone else, to weigh anyone else down with. Even now she felt like she was practically searching for a ghost, trying to find her father. To find why he had disappeared nine years ago, where he and his entire crew had gone.

Whether he was even still alive or not—and if he was, to be able to tell him the truth of what had happened. The truth of the atrocity that she and she alone had survived a decade ago.

Karimi descended onto the docks, shielding her eyes with one hand as she looked around at the ships docked around the restaurant—other patrons who had remained there overnight, new ships arriving as Baratie prepared to open for the day. Karimi knew the vessel she was looking for; she had never seen it in person, but she had heard of it, mentioned in passing once or twice during her time with the Red Hair Pirates before she set out on her own at eighteen.

A small craft with black sails, shaped like a coffin, with a seat that resembled a throne. She had sincerely thought the description to be an exaggeration, until she caught a glimpse of the boat.

It was docked far back away from any other vessel, it's only prominent features being a pair of green flames at the port and starboard, the central mast that was clearly modeled after the black blade carried by its owner—and the throne-like seat, where the warlord was seated, leaned to the side, his elbow propped against one arm rest and his fist at his temple, eyes closed.

Karimi heaved a sigh as she started down the docks to approach the ship. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Shanks and his crew were among the most powerful and notorious pirates in the world, and she had more than enjoyed her time with them.

Yet she still really couldn't get over the sheer gaudiness boat.

"How quaint," she mumbled under her breath dryly as she neared the small vessel, her eyes scanning over it.

Evidently his ears were as sharp as his gaze, for Mihawk cracked an eye open the moment the sarcastic quip slipped quietly from her lips. She stopped in her tracks as his eyes became level with hers, not adjusting from his leisurely posture. "If the accommodations aren't to your liking, you are welcome to swim." He closed his eyes again, and added just as dryly, "Oh, that's right. You can't."

Karimi rolled her eyes a little—no, she wasn't getting her hopes up that a single minute of this arrangement she had gone and gotten herself trapped in would be enjoyable.

"Permission to board," she droned after a long moment.

"Granted," he replied shortly.

He did open his eyes again when she tossed her bag aboard and it landed with a muffled sort of flump a few feet behind him on the starboard side, glancing at her as she stepped across the short gap between the dock and Hitsugibune without any further hesitation. Mihawk still wondered whether her nerve the previous night had simply been a mere symptom of her inebriated state. Now, however, she seemed completely sober as she leaned to the side against the railing, raising a hand just over the green flame at the starboard torch and frowning.

"Copper, I'm guessing?" she said, drawing her hand back and rolling her eyes with a scoff. "Quite the aesthetic you have going here."

She took a seat on the deck, tucking her hands behind her neck and reclining back against the railing, shutting her eyes.

"So where to, Captain Edge-Lord?"

The slight smirk on the girl's face indicated that her sass definitely wasn't limited to excessive alcohol consumption. Mihawk chose to ignore it for now—her ability to follow orders was more important at the present. There would be plenty of time to deal with her insubordination later.

"Once you have gotten us clear of the docks," he said sharply, his eyes scanning over her, "we will head due north-east, toward Syrup Village."

She opened her eyes at that, meeting his eyes without any sign of hesitation. "Syrup Village?" she said, frowning. "Not really much there."

"Toward Syrup Village," he repeated. Her eyes widened the slightest bit as his meaning seemed to sink in—evidently she was aware of exactly what, or *who*, might be near Syrup Village. "I need to have a word with Vice Admiral Garp. You will get us there. I'm sure you're capable navigating, considering your 'six years experience as a mercenary.'"

"I don't do Marines."

Mihawk quirked an eyebrow at her sudden and blatant protest; at the clear reluctance, nigh fear that dawned in her eyes. This was different from the attitude she had already presented toward him. She showed no fear in his presence, but the suggestion of sailing toward a ship full of Marines had clearly set her on edge in an instant.

That was interesting.

But there was plenty of time to unravel the reasons behind it. She had, after all, pledged to serve him for an entire year. Right now, the most important matter at hand was getting to Garp—and finding out why the man had thought it appropriate to send him after his damned grandson. Mihawk scanned over her once more as she sat on the small deck of the vessel, before meeting her defiant gaze.

"You do what I tell you, and you will do so without question," he said firmly. He shifted back in his seat, closing his own eyes again. "Due north east. I'd prefer to get this meeting over with quickly."

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[chaifootsteps]

One thing about Hazbin that makes me sad is that I was so inspired and kind of obsessed with it over covid. I really thought it was going to be the next big thing and had the potential (note: potential) to be an insightful story about redemption and what it means to be "good person." I really was hoping it would do into ideologies and how good is subjective and can be variable, but that doesn't diminish the importance of trying to be the best you can to the world and those around you. I always liked how Charlie's song in the pilot seemed to focus on the plethora of "not to do's" and how being positive will get you into Heaven, which is superfical, but I was so excited to see her grow and understand what it means for someone to be worth redemption and even if they are, would the powers at be allow them into heaven.

Then Helluva Boss happened. And I am actually glad it did, since it really let me check my Hazbin expectation. I genuinly think season 1 had problems, but overall a genuinly okay season. I would have made some/quite a few changes, but it works. Season 2 feels so aimless and no overarching story. Season 1 can semi get away with that because it is the start so things are getting started, but it also had some themes of Moxxie's and Blitz's sense of self and the relationship with Stolas. I really didn't ship Stolitz, since they are not my cup of tea (I find little too creepy sometimes), but I was curious where things were going to go.

I think Hazbin genuinly has Helluva as a blessing and a curse. Hazbin had cracks but overall the pilot is more enjoyable than Helluva in my opinion. There are things I don't like, but I had some hope things would get ironed out for a grand show. Helluva really had me tamper my expectations for what I will see in Hazbin, but it also killed my intrest and excitement. If this is Vivzie at her best, then what is Hazbin. Did rhey have a writers room to critique the story or are we going with Viv's vision. I will say the quality of the show completly depends on how much of a writers room workshopped her ideas. I think she has fantastic ideas and concepts but is poor on the followthrough. It could still have a chance if theg brought writers in to help her.

I also worry that with the amount of time between the pilot and the release Hazbin fans have had more time to read and develope more insightful character and if Helluva is any example, then I worry that we shouldn't expect much from Hazbin.

I also don't think Vivzie has done much late 19th and 20th century history reading, since most of her characters were born, lived, and died then, but it only takes 10 minutes of googling and just wiki (a sourse viv has access to) to see how little research and sense went into some character backstories. You gotta at least know some broad stroked of when there were born, what they were around for at what ages and when they died. Strangly I think Husk is biggest offender, but I bet Alastor the more the show goes on will take the cake. If Mimzie shows up, I bet she's also barely researched since her asthetic and death date don't line up if you want her to be like that when she died. I have been reading for unrelated reasons books of early 20th century history of the US and around the world. I could write paragraphs on the issues of Husk historically and how we barely makes sense or doesn't. I know it's a fictional work, but some of these are bad, and it makes Viv look ignorant. You don't need things to be perfect for your show, and I would implore people to take some creative liberties, since the past is super complicated. However, I shouldn't be able to google questions and read wiki for 10 minutes to destroy your character idea completely since the backstory becomes impossible almost instantly. (HUSK)

Now Helluva is doing something and the show I waited years for I feel might be a dud. I can't say it didn't have positive impacts on my life since it made me curious to try new hobbies that reminded me of the characters. It's dorky but I kept my reasonings to myselr and just enjoyed the activity. I now habe nee friends, hobbies, and skills (and no one knows why I did this).

Anon, are you sure you're not me? Because the covid lockdown was exactly what led to me getting into Hazbin, and then attached enough to ignore Vivzie's stacking red flags for a while. It kept me sane during that miserable summer, which just so happened to coincide with some very difficult fandom stuff. It got me through when my grandma died.

Admitting the show wasn't the one we all dreamed of would have been one thing. Discovering what a tremendously awful person Vivzie is, that was a lot harder.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

[edvinception]

I think there was a lot that went wrong and unlucky with apoy in general… and then it snowballed from there.

The way they pitched it was already a bit unlucky. teasing it pretty much from the beginning as a (forgive my crass words) fucking your dead girlfriend’s little sister/fucking your dead sister’s boyfriend was probably the first thing that made many people a bit wary. They definitely could’ve gone about that differently.

Then sigge obviously is a controversial person to say the least, although the whole thing definitely got out of hand. I don’t wanna open the can of worms of sm follows etc. I just don’t get how you cannot check/clean your sm before announcing a big project. How did no one see that it might come to bite him in the ass? (Like they told e and o to get private sm accounts before yr dropped) That was just not smart on their part in my opinion. Like no one could imagine it going this badly but they should’ve been better prepared for that. Then again Sigge also likes to be a bit controversial so that might have been his decision. The way he handled the whole thing in the beginning was also not the best, and could’ve been avoided. Again not saying that the way twt handled the thing was right, but he shouldn’t let himself be baited like that.

And Netflix also obviously wanted a close release for apoy and yr (which is fair from a business point of view!) but I guess they also kinda misjudged how the yr fandom works and how that won’t be taken just positively. Especially since many think that they did yr dirty with their sparse promo.

So, these are my takes on why we have this mess right now 🫠

But half of this is people making up their opinion on what it's gonna be and how it's gonna be portrayed. They have been very vague about what the story will be but people have made their own conclusions. It's all fine but let's not pretend that this is something the creators did.

Sigge is controversial for sure and if people don't want to support him or the project that's completely fine. But also this isn't as big as we as a fandom thinks. From an outsider perspective there's no real controversy. It just isn't. And this is not me saying people have to support him or the movie or Edvin. Peopel are allowed to be upset! This is just me stepping out from the fandom bubble. There's no huge drama outside of the fandom, that's fairly small tto begin with and the drama is even smaller within that small fandom.

He definitely didn't handle it well at all, I agree with that. He's an obnoxious person. He's self congratulatory and smug. I still think he could be a good director and he has a passion for storytelling and art. But we'll have to wait and see. He's very pretentious and anxious too in a way, constantly needing validation. I also don't think YRTW is a good place in general and it's been proved since the very start.

And honestly YR fans being mad about other shows being released or promoted at the same time as season 3 is so juvenile and ridiculous I have no words. People need to get real and they definitely need to get over themselves. If people are mad about that they need to learn to prioritise their anger. Having to cook and clean up in the kitchen every day and to laundry makes me much angrier on a daily basis and I can't bring myself to care about that.

All I'll say is that people are allowed to boycott or disengage. I won't blame anyone who chooses to do so. Noone has to watch something theg don't want to watch. Noone has to support or follow a person they no longer like.

It's also okay if it's not so black and white for you.

We can just to what is best for ourselves and just mind our own business.

APoY will come out on netflix no matter what.

#ask

[1-800-roflmao]

My tablet died and scared the life out of me (had to wait for it to charge before I could see if anything saved). But here is the pretty corner lol Wings not done and Birdie needs his sparrow buddy. Puffy is a cutie and pretty much climbing their wings to see over.

#what is the pokemon that is based off a pufferfish? #i can picture it #but cant name it #birdie is wearing a corset vest #and a wrap apron over pants #cause they like to cook #anons outta pocket #wip #still gotta decide what kind of collar for the shirt #others are drawn in but no one new soooo.... #theg can wait

[fly-like-a-phoenix]

House of Lust (part 5)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader.

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: spoilers from Quills, some mentions of sex, things will go a little wild from here...

"Excuse me, madmoiselle." François said. "But I don't really understand anything. My parents said you will---"

"Oh, yeah. Your parents, yeah." Odelle interrupted him. "They... They came here two weeks ago, maybe more, before leaving to Spain. Are you hungry, Abbé?"

His stomach was grunting. He was thirsty too. He hadn't drink anything since the morning. But he needed some answers from those women wearing their nightgowns.

"Who are you two? Why am I here?" He said, his voice deeper than never.

"Come with us. You too, Y/N." Josephine said. But you stepped in front of François, covering him from your sisters view.

"He asked you two questions. Answer him, Odelle." You said. Knowing your sisters, you will try to protect him to all costs.

"My name is Odelle, and she's my sister Josephine. And it seems you already know Y/N, the little one. You knew us all, Abbé. But let me explain you better in the dinning room."

François and you shared a look. You nodded with your head, walking right next to him while he zipped his shirt. You weren't going to let him alone with them.

François saw the large hallways, admiring them. The walls were full of paintings, but there were not enough lights to see them properly. Some red courtains covered the windows, not letting the moon light enter the house.

And then you all arrived to the giant dinning room. A large table was in the middle, at least thirty chairs surrounding it. Josephine moved her hand to him, inviting him to sit.

"Y/N, can you bring him some food?" Odelle said, siting next to him. "As I was saying, we knew you from before. The three of us went to that theatre play in Charenton five years ago. We thought we were seeing The Happy Shoemaker, but actually you allowed the presentation of the Marquis de Sade play.

"I didn't allowed it. I didn't knew the inmates prepared another play to mock about doctor Roger-Collard and his young wife. I didn't---"

"Shh, shh. Whatever you say, Abbé. But let me finish. That play, those moments, seeing everyone enjoying it, and some quotes said from the actors... That changed us completely."

"It changed you both, Odelle." You said, bringing a plate with potatoes, a piece of meat and bread, letting it in front of François. "Don't talk for me, please. I was just sixteen years old, and I didn't care so much about---"

"Let me finish, then, if you think you didn't change too."

The silence crowned the large room for a few seconds. You looked at your sister with hate. You did hate her, actually. Because of many things.

"As I was saying before my sister interrupted me," said, as she didn't do it before with you and him. "That Marquis' play changed us. We started to read more of his work, you know? More of those hundreds of stories he had to tell. And then, we started to believe different, to feel the world and see it with other eyes. Seeing that we're just here to enjoy the carnal pleasures."

François looked at you, but you were with a hand in your face, trying not to see him or your sisters and not showing the shame you were feeling. Josephine continued what Odelle was saying.

"It's like a creed, Abbé. A creed based on lust, greed and violence. And we believe in it, as many other friends of ours do. You are pale, Abbé. Are you okay? Is the food alright?"

François was breathing heavier. He remembered that horrendous play very well. The Marquis, with Madeline's help, used the inmates to perfom those blaspheming performances that made Roger-Collard angry with him.

"This is the House of Lust in France, Abbé. Many people come here to satiate their thirst for sex and perversion. We help them to do it. And we enjoy it a lot too, just as the Marquis used to say."

"You're damn crazy, all of you!" He said, getting what Josephine just told him.

"Abbé, I'm not part of---"

"Shut up, Y/N." Odelle interrupted you again. "What were you saying, Abbé?"

"Please, stop calling me Abbé. I don't have that charge anymore. What am I doing here, for Christ sake?"

Josephine left her chair, and went to stand just behind François, letting her hands in his shoulders. Odelle touched his hand with her fingers slowly, her nails scratching the skin, hurting him a little.

"Your parents asked us to help you, that's true." Odelle said. "But they didn't know about our... activities this month. And you, as a man who took the vows, have never experienced things like we do. You're still innocent and pure, even if your body doesn't feel like that. And you got free and arrived the Villa just at the perfect moment to discover those feelings.

"What the hell are you talking about? I just wanted a place to sleep and eat something. I think I'm going to Paris again..." He responded, trying to get up. But Josephine stopped him, sitting him again.

"Now, Abbé, are you going to be a good boy and accept we're helping you? or you are going to try to escape? It's not gonna be easy, tho. Guards are everywhere, and we're not letting a cute virgin guy like you to come to this house and let you go like that. He have to taste you, you know what I mean. Or we kill you right now and we say to your parents you were killed by a thief. You choose."

François looked at you again. This time, you were seeing him too. Not only shame in your face, but fear. You nodded again, convincing him not only to stay in there, accept and survive, but also that you were in the same situation, under their threat.

"Alright, mesdemoiselles. I see I don't have other option. What do I have to do?"

"For now, just go to sleep. You arrived late, and every room in the Villa is full of our guests. We don't have other, maybe the dungeon. But I think Y/N doesn't mind he can sleep in her room. Do you, Y/N?"

You saw the young man with pity. What a poor lad! Just getting out of his unjust imprisonment to get beaten and now under the power of those mad women that your sisters were.

"It's okay." You answered, knowing that in your bedroom, at least, he will be safe for some hours. And that you both could plan a way to escape.

"Amazing! But will you let her fuck him, Odelle?" Josephine said, as if he was just a toy. "We should take care of that first."

"And we will, sister. We will. Tomorrow we will see how we start him in this. They can do whatever they want. But as I see it, she's too shy even to touch herself, so I don't think she will do nothing. And he... well, he can't do nothing without our permission. So don't you dare to do nothing to our little sister, Abbé. You're still a priest to her, until she doesn't respect those vows. She never wanted to be part of our creed, but she's our sister, and we love her. Are we clear?"

François couldn't believe all that was happening. How could people be so sick? You see them on the streets, walking, shopping, being arrogant assholes. And then, you learn how depraved they are, as Roger-Collard and Madeline herself.

"What will happen tomorrow?" Said he, scared.

"It's a surprise, my dear." Josephine responded. "For now, finish you dinner, go and sleep. Recover from that beaten you took. And wait for us. Tomorrow you will get a bath and new clothes."

Josephine squeezed his shoulders, and left with Odelle, both talking low and laughing while they went to their bedrooms.

François kept his eyes in the plate, looking at the meal in shock. What did he got into? He just needed some help his parents promised. What a fuckminded friends they got!

You served him some wine, and gave it to him. He drank it quickly, feeling the sweet savour going through his throat, waiting for you to say something.

"I'm sorry, François. I'm truly sorry. I don't even know if your parents really came here and talked with these two harpies. Maybe that isn't even true. But I should have taken you out of here as soon as I recognized you."

François looked at you in awe. He couldn't believe you were so different to them. He took your hand with care, and smiled even if he didn't knew what your sisters will do to him the day after.

"Is other people in here?" He asked.

"Around seventy guests of the famous House of Lust my sisters run. God damn it, I can't believe this is not an awful dream. They've being doing this since the last five years. And it's so wicked that I can't believe is real. I fear all them."

"Well, I can't believe you're so different to them. It's true you're not part of this madness." Said he, smiling again with pain in his eyes. "So you think we can't get through this? I'll help you escape if you help me."

Your prayers were answered! This young man you felt attracted to five years ago was going to got through many things these days, but you both will go out that Villa, that was for sure.

He finished dinner in silence, you looking at him, admiring his factions and manners. He was in prison a lot of time, but he was still a gentleman.

He decided to sleep in the divan you cured his face before. He didn't want to disturb you. But he was the most normal man in that house at the moment.

You regretted talking about him to your sisters that time after the play five years ago. Maybe him being in there was all your fault.

"That priest is really gorgeous." You said to them when you were at the carriage, leaving Charenton. "I wish he hadn't taken the vows. Maybe we could know each other and have been friends."

Your sisters seemed to take this seriously, because when they knew he could get out of the asylum, they took advantage of it.

And now, there he was, a prisoner again, like you were those last years, of your own family. Hopefully, his mind would not get so dirty those days as his body covered of mud when he was out the Villa a few hours ago.

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#abbe de coulmier #abbe thirst squad #abbe de coulmier thirst squad #abbe x reader #abbe de coulmier x reader #quills #joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix x reader #marquis de sade

[watchinglikeafangirl]

Lovely Writer Episode 8 - first reaction

Once they've kissed and were honest, Nubsib is shameless. Like Gene told him to, he just says what he thinks and I like yhis version of him a lot better. And Gene does too. And I think yhe director does a goid job in making the audience like Nubsib because in Gene's eyes, he is now someone he has feelings for. This feeling gets carried through the screen quite well.

But seriously, how does Lovely Writer manage to be so good when there are so many chessy dialogues? Their whole sweet-talk is so cheesy and cringey sometimes but I can endure and find it rather cute. How do they do that? I'm impressed.

What I live mostly about this show is the tone and how they switch it. On one hand, we have a love story which basically makes fun of the way the characters are acting and talking in cliché Thai BLs and on the other hand we have the life of a writer who struggles to navigate in this Thai BL industry. Both stories contain of many hidden criticism. For example Gene calling Nubsib out for lying and even though after they've kissed and stuff, he's still saying it was wrong and he needs time to trust him again. Or the fact BLs - shows and novels - are often reduced to the "juicy" scenes which get the audience screaming but not focusing on the messege the author wants to send out and in the end all the audience cares about are these scenes.

Wow, things took a sharp turn I would say. Worrying about telling your parents... a bit too soon I guess but okay whatever. I'm not an expert in relationship stuff. But I like Nubsib is not pressuring Gene. First I thought he would because he keeps saying all the time he's waiting for Gene to say he like him which puts pressure on Gene. But now I see, Nubsib is really okay with Gene needing more time and even helps him when he's pressuring himself because Gene thinks too much about the future. Like I said, this show switched from cheesy romance to serious criticism to a mature and open converasation about their relationship. The real goodness only just started. Now, Lovely Writer proves itself to be as much of a good show as everyone expected.

The fan event... I've never been to one of those and I will never be. This is just awkward and kind of uncomfortable. I still don't understand how you can cheer someone on this much because they still are oridnary people and not on a higher level than you. Theg don't stand above you. I will never understand it, I think.

But Aoey is so rude, for a second I was scared Gene can't handle it but turns out Gene is not such an introvert and speaks up. I though he was the shy person standing in the back but I guess I was wrong. We've all been wrong. He gajned a lot of self-confidence since he and Nubsib got together.

Even though this episode was really long, I like how they stayed in this fairytail where everything was in harmony and then switched to the business. This episode is the best one so far, I would say.

#lovely writer #gene x nubsib #this show gets better and better #each week

[bulletsgirl]

wash you are so wonderful and i love you <3333 please take care of yourself drink some water and get some rest love!!! One week until we Can hug and kiss ahhhh <3

I LVOE YOU ANA I M SO EXICTED I M LITERALLY SO EXCITED I CANT WAIT I LOOK FOERWARD TO SO LITEL HUT TIS IREALYL AM ESCITED AOUT ILLVEOYOU SO MUCH. I HOPEYOUREWFONRFUL I HOPE OYURE AVING AN AMZING NIGHT OYUR IVOEDS IN THEG ROUP CHAT EALRIER WHRFE SO COUTE I WATCHED THEM WALJING AROUND WOUTH MY FRIEND. HE DIDNT SEE THEM BUT I WATCH ITHEM AND I THNK THEYR EGRAT SO TRUE DESTILE HURT FEELINGS. 1518. ILOVE YOU I HOPEOYURE OKY I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU

[ducknotinarow]

[BaileyRichard] ❛ i want you. and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul. ❜ [may i be cheeky and ask for this to be yandere Richard? uwu]

Wasn't Richards attetion enough for them?

The eagel thought seething, blood felt like it was boiling in his viens. Amber's eyes burning thier stare at the rooster. He knew Bailey was doing it on purpose theg craved attetion so much but when Richard didnt give it to him he acted out like the brat he was.

Richard refused to watch this anymore, how dare they think they can touch what was so rightfully his. Richard got up from where he was and took hold of the roosters wrist dragging them away from the lowly suitor. Not before tossing a treat over his shoulder for daring to soil what was his with thier touch.

Was easy to drag the rooster out of the club and force them in to the back seat of the car. Bailey enjoyed when Richard became like this over him. Richard climbing in and forcingly taking a kiss from thier beak. Tounge snaking its way into thier mouth as he took hold of the roosters shoulders and kept them pinned down to the seat. Sliding them down to thier forearms, he knew Bailey would hold on to him and kiss back. But he pulled away taking in thier expression a moment. Lovely.

Bailey manged to speak well trying to catch thier breath, loving how Richard got so possessive over him like so. Bailey had no idea how deeply that ran to the egeals core. Richard released his hold on them a moment. Despite the eagerness Bailey was showing in being taken right now by them Richard could still see it in his mind. Bailey being touched in those places Richard loved to pay attention to, another growl emitting deep in Richards throat as he started working on removing clothing, to undress yes but mostly because he knew that scums prints were all over thier clothes.

Half tempted to toss them right out the car and leave them behind. Slightly feeling at ease when they were off as he started to kiss at the roosters body in the place he could at least reach in this position. The car restricted him a bit but he couldn't wait. Beak pushing past feathers to reach the skin below, using the natural sharp edge of his beak to leave behind nicks here and there, other times he latched on to the skin to suck on and bruise with his kiss. Simply wanting to mark the rooster in his claim of them.

Making his way up toward thier neck where he stopped and just let his hands roam thier body a moment. Pupils slits as his eyes narrowed and locked on to his source of desire. Lowering his head down to wishper into thier ear, letting a hand gasps at thier waiting cock, giving a few pumps of his hand.

"I want you, and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul."

Looking thier face over as he watched how Bailey enjoyed the attetion to thier cock. But it may have been more than that that was getting to Bailey. Richard gave them that twisted grin. "I'm going to burn my touch in to your mind so no others will be enough for you. Brusie my fringer prints against your skin like tattoos." A slight tug to thier cock as he lowers his tone. "I'm going to make you mine, Bailey."

#muse| yandere!richard #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[mocha - my dear belonging] #//yandere verse\\ #((i just enjoy the idea of bailey purposly pissing richard off eveb worse when its yan richy uwu)) #[NSFW mentioned]

[honeyimthedevil]

How it all started

Peter Parker take one of the worst decisions ever. You ask why? Well, yesterday our spider boy jumped from a building, couldn't catch himself and that's how he ended with two broken arms. There is one more thing though.  Since aunt May worked double shifts she couldn't watch over Peter. So what did she did? She called Tony Stark to watch over her nephew. You see, Peter like Tony a lot, and not like his father figure, but like something more.

Tony was at their apartment at 9am every morning if he hadn't slept on the couch the previous night. He could change Peter out of his pagama and then they would go to the bathroom so Tony could help Peter pee, brush his teeth and more. The best part of all this is that Peter finally  knew how Tony's hand would feel around his cock. Then they would eat breakfast, watch a movie or something, eat lunch, do something, eat dinner and then Tony would put Peter in his bed. They would talk until Peter fell asleep and thet Tony would go back to the tower or sleep on the couch.

One day Peter fell asleep  while Tony was explaining something to him, not because he was bored, but because he was exhausted. Tony tucked him in and made himself comfortable on the couch. Peter started to dream, dream about Tony. When he woke up the pressure in his cock was building and he was rubbing himself in the blanket over him, but sadly he didn't make it over the edge.

"Did you finished?" Asked a voice from next to him.

Peter's face went pale.

"Tell me so I can change you if you did" Tony said.

"N-no, I didn't"

"By the way, May told me you need to take shower" Tony changed the subject, "Now, let's go eat breakfast"

Tony helped Peter out of the bed and then fed him.

"So, about the shower, do you want to wait for May or is it okay if I do it?" He asked.

"You can do it" Peter said.

"Let's go then"

Tony's POV

This morning when I got in Peter's room he was moaning my name. I'm gonna give him what he wants, but first I'm gonna wait till his arms heal.

3rd POV

They got to the bathroom and Tony undressed Peter completely(Peter was still hard). Tony put away his shirt and dress pants and was only in his boxers. He made the water the right temperature and put Peter under the streaming water. He rubbed his back and shoulders and tried not to look at the boy's erecting cock. He turned the boy around and soaped over his abs and pecs.

"Do you want to finish?" Tony asked.

"W-what do you mean Mr. Stark?"

"You've been hard for over hour and a half. It must be painful"

"It would be good, but you don't have to do that for me" Peter said.

"You said you wanted to come?"

"Well, yeah"

"You don't have to say anything else. I would take care of your problem"

"You don't have to do t-oh my God Mr Stark, you have no idea how good this feels" Peter said as Tony started jerking him off.

Peter finally finished in Tony's hand. He washed the boy and they ended on the couch watching game of thrones.

After a month

Peter's arms were fully healed. He and Tony haven't talked about that day. He was in the elevator, going to the penthouse since Tony told him to come. Peter walked in the living room and there was no one.

"FRIDAY, where is Mr Stark?" He asked.

"Sir is in his room. He told me to tell you to go there as well"

"Thanks FRI"

"Always Peter"

Peter walked to Tony's room and knocked.

"Come in" Tony said.

The boy entered the room and was kinda shocked of how big it was. But he liked the view on the bed. I mean, who wouldn't like to see Tony Stark in only his underwear and his dick hard.

"FRIDAY said you wanted me to come here"

"Yeah, so you know the avengers gala is the next Friday and you are coming right?"

"Yes"

"So you would need suit," he walked to his closet and opened it, "you can choose from this ones and then I will order one in your size"

Peter stepped in front of the suits and started looking at them. There were like one hundred different ones so it took him time to choose the right one.

"Mr. Stark? What do you think?" Peter showed him the suit.

"Armani! Good choice Peter. What is your size?"

"M"

"Your suit will be here tomorrow"

The day of the gala

Peter walked with his new suit inside the ball room full of people he doesn't know. He started looking for Tony and found him at the bar.

"Hey Mr Stark"

"Hi Peter"

"Mr Stark, what am I supposed to do here?"

"Drink nice alcohol, talk to people you won't remember the names of"

"But I'm 17"

"So you haven't tried alcohol"

"No"

"Wanna try?" Tony offered him his glass of scotch.

"Why not"

Peter took the glass from Tony and took a sip. It burned his throat.

"Mr Stark, this is awful! How do you drink it almost every night?"

"When you drink the same kind of alcohol all your life you get used to the taste of it" Tony said, "sorry Petey, but I have to go talk to some fancy people"

Peter sat by himself most of the night. A slow song started playing and the couples went to the dance floor, Steve and Bucky too. Tony aproched Peter and tapped on his shoulder.

"Would you dance with me?" He asked and stuck out his hand.

"Yes" Peter said and took Tony's hand.

Tony led them to the dance floor and once they were there he wrapped his arms tightly  around Peter's waist. Peter put his hands on Tony's shoulders and they started moving in tact with the music. Before the song ended Tony looked in Peter's beautiful  brown eyes. He lifted his chin with one of his hands and just as the final chord rang he connected their lips. Peter kissed him back and closed his eyes. When they parted Peter realised what had happened. He muttered an I'm sorry and ran away.

"Peter" Tony screamed after him and clenched his head with his hands. He ran after Peter so he can apologise.

Tony found Peter on the balcony visibly shaking from the cold and probably crying. Tony took off his suit jacket and covered the boy's shoulders. He turned to face who was behind him and wiped his eyes.

"Peter I'm sorry I kissed you" Tony said.

"It's not about the kiss Mr Stark"

"About what then"

"You see, I like you very much. You do all those nice things for me and then you kissed me. I know that we can't be in relationship. I am still in high school and you are a grown up man"

"So, it's the age difference"

"No, not at all. It's just that you don't like me in that way"

"Well Petey, that is completely wrong. I like you very much in that way"

Peter stayed silent, mouth hanging open.

"Can I kiss you again?" Tony asked and Peter nodded.

Tony grabbed Peter's face and placed his lips on his. Their lips moved in sync. When the kiss ended they looked deep into each other's eyes.

"I love you Peter!" Tony said.

"I love you too, Tony!"

"Wanna go back inside?" Tony asked.

"I Don't want to go back to the party"

"How about my room then? FRIDAY will play a movie"

"Okay"

They went back inside, but missed the  door for the party. Theg got into the elevator and then in Tony's room. Peter threw the suit jackets on the sofa Tony had in his room. He got in the bed and put his head on Tony's shoulder.

They watched "The beauty and the beast". Tony was stroking Peter's hair. The boy yawned and Tony asked, "you tired?"

"Mhm"

"Well then, goodnight sweetheart"

"G'night Tones"

#marvel #marvel story #starker #writing #avengers #rom howney #spideriron #books #ironspider #ironman #spiderman #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #rdj #mcu #robert downey junior #robert downey jr #tom holland

[stardancerluv]

Reunion - Part 25

Summary: Joe rescued a girl 14 years ago...alot happens when theg see each other again.

Joe x Reader, Joe x Y/N

You stayed up watching him sleep. You can’t believe you got that close to losing him. You were at a loss at what the future held, but if there was one thing you did know, you needed him in your life. How that would happen you were not terribly sure.

There was plenty of time to think about that. Tucking your legs under you, you sat in the big chair opposite his bed. You read from the book you had grabbed from your bag. Occasionally, looking over at him you made sure he didn’t grab at the bandages.

****

After kicking back the pain killers with some water, he actually fell asleep rather easily. He knew he was in good hands with you. He stirred gently, feeling rested. Blinking, he reached up to rub his eyes, luckily he didn’t reach up with his bad arm.

Hearing some soft deep breathing, he knew it was you before even looking your way. The book was on the floor in front of you. Knowing you, you had probably stayed awake till sleep finally pulled on you. He shook his head. Sometimes, he didn’t think he deserved the effort. Then he remembered how you looked at him, at him and that made it all worth while, that possibly someone finally felt he had worth. That he had a reason worth living for.

He couldn’t let you just sleep like that in his chair. Gritting his teeth he bent down and easily pocked you up. It actually didn’t hurt as much as he expected, and then laid you down in his bed. You rolled over in your sleep but other then that you were out. All of this must have been a lot on you.

He gave you a look before going to his office

Opening his laptop, he sent his boss a message.

*Russian bears are extinct in northwest.*

*Doctor needed at home-base. Level 8 injury.*

Leaving the door open, he went brewed himself a cup of coffee. Coming back, he saw that his boss replied. He was relieved to not have to wait.

*Outstanding. Future Russians, endangered species.*

*Doctor arriving ASAP* *How are you still standing.?*

*Good woman. Come see me tomorrow AM.*

*Consider it done.*

*VETERINARIAN patched me up. Y/N brought me there.*

He left and closed his office. Checking on you, he smiled, you were still fast asleep. Going to his garage, he cleaned off a table and grabbed two chairs. Thinking about he opened the door. He didn’t want the doctor to walk through his house.

****

He remembered patching you up, after he saw the wounds that Chernov had left on you. He hated having to deliver that kind of news to parents that their child had been carved up while with the monsters that took thier daughter.

At least Chernov, was dead now.

****

The doctor, didn’t take too long getting there. He easily peeled away the bandage.

“He said that the bullet passed clean through.”

The man nodded, putting on some gloves, he gently pushed around the area. Then looked at the other side. “Looks like it was a clean shot. You’re lucky, sometimes shots to the shoulder get all jostled around.”

“Lucky me,” Joe commented, darkly.

“You are, how is the movement.” Joe biting back the pain lifted and lowered his arm. “Good. Now, I’d lay low if I were you but if this heals like it is supposed to, you should be fine by the the end of the month.”

“Damn.”

“Like I said it could be much worse.”

“I hear you. I might just get restless is all.”

The guy, gave a dark chuckle. “I am sure in your line of work.”

Joe shrugged with his good shoulder.

He opened his bag. “So keep the area clean. Make sure you this ointment on the spot twice a day. Once its on keep it wrapped up.” He handed Joe a tube of ointment, one of which he opened and applied the ointment to the two places. Then after handing Joe the other tube, he rewrapped the area.

“Last part, now you will most likely want to take these with food or you will get foggy. They shoild last you till I remove the stitches.” Taking out of his bag, he removed two small bottles. “Stop taking these, they tranquilizers.” He gestured to the other bottle

Joe, nodded. “When will I see you again?”

“In ten days time. Here is my card. Meet me at my office.”

Joe nodded. “Great. Well, thank you for coming.”

The man nodded. He put his stuff back in his bag. “Remember, what I said.”

****

“I am not some fool, you probablg Joe, nodded. “I won’t.” Joe then secured the garage before heading back to the bedroom, hoping you didn’t wake while he was gone.

You were soundly asleep when he got back. He was relieved. You needed to sleep, especially after all that had happened.

Easing himself back into bed, he sat with his back against the headboard now. Now, he was the one who watched you sleep. Gently, brushed some hair out of your face. He still could not get over how you had grown up. You had turned into quite the strong lady. He had watched you, four years on and off after the rescue, you had worried him with some of the risks you took.

It grabbed him, watching you sleep that he felt torn about you leaving in a few days. He resisted every urge in his body to not plant a soft kiss on your lips. Normally, he enjoyed his solitude but somwone, in this short amount of tome he had enjoyed you being here. He didn’t want you to leave. Now he was the one who was upset over time possibly running out. How would he tell you this without coming off as foolish.

****

He watched as you packed up the few things you got while the two of you were together, including the bear he won you at Coney Island. He couldn’t help but notice that you were still wearing his hoodie.

“Joe, are you sure my mom and dad will be there?”

“I made sure of it.”

“Ok.” He saw you wring you hands.

“If they are not there. I will not release you.” He said simply.

You nodded. “Joe?”

“Yeah.”

“Come over here.”

He got up and went over to you. “What’s on your mind?”

You looked up at him, there was something in your eyes he never seen before.

“Joe, can I keep this?” You pulled on his hoodie.

He chuckled. “My hoodie?” He saw panic cross your face. “Of course, you can have it.”

“Oh...Joe, thank you!” Then you flung arms around his middle, smiling up at him.

As you did, he felt a painful tug on his heart. He really hoped you would stay safe, sometimes he had heard of girl being tracked down, found and taken back. “Your welcome.”

****

He smiled that while you slept, you put an arm around him as he sat there watching you slept. Then he saw as your face began to contort. The events of the day had finally began to cast its shadow on your dreams.

“Joe....Joe.” You began to call out.

“Wake up, wake up...get away from that nightmare.” He said gently.

****

Finally, gasping you broke free from the nightmare. You found yourself looking up into Joe’s stormy eyes, he gave you a warm smile.

“Sometimes, you have to get away from those nightmares.”

You nod. “That is for sure.” That’s when it hit you that you were laying in the bed. You sat up. “Joe, how did I get into the bed?”

He shrugged with his good shoulder. “I couldn’t let you sleep in that chair.”

“Your shoulder.” You didn’t want him hurting himself more. The mere thought of that reminded you on how much you wanted to talk to him. You had to talk to him about all of this.

“I am ok. I had it looked at while you slept.”

“You did?”

He nodded. “I should be fine before we know it.” He gave you a reassuring look.

“Good.” You paused, and ran your fingers through you hair. You had better not wait and tell him how you felt, it was already eating at you. “Joe, I have to tell you something.”

@kat-o-combs @joker-flecked-me @niniita-ah @bookwormmarvel @foaming @darknessisafriend @arcticmonkais @skaravile @sleepygal124 @opehlia-alexander @cheyennejonas22 @memory-mortis @syvellsworld @rasiel-hasu @alwaysinsanire @candyfaireysfanfictionfaves @lettuceisvalid @dadstiel-amiright

#joe x you #joe x reader #you were never really here #fanfiction #reunion #part 2 #joaquin phoenix

[jascnbrody]

myrcella replied to your post: @myrcella THEG CANT TALK??? I thought they could...

OH WAIT the housecats (afiq) CAN talk forgive me. but yeah

hell yes...

#myrcella #replies

[booasaur]

Isnt it funny how no one can agree on how many past boyfriends Valentina had? And that theg all use them as a excuse to say she cant like girls? They all say a different number when in reality its been two? One who was her outlet (charles) and Lucho? Who is super violent and she barely liked?

I haven’t seen any of this discourse, lol, but yeah, even if she had many more boyfriends than that, it still doesn’t rule anything out. I think it’s more people kind of just want to claim her for their own but since it’s not really–wait, I thought you meant as an excuse for why she doesn’t like only girls. As in, is she bi or lesbian? And I was gonna say, well, as long as it’s not defined in canon and people are respectful of each other, whatever. but I think the only thing we do know is that she definitely likes girls.

#replies #femslash related stuff #1 #2 #3 #amar a muerte #juliantina #valentina carvajal #anonymous

[moonlightchn]

R/ Can you give me til sunday? Yes sort of like a blind date. I’ll have to ask you for a real one later~ I think we’ve clicked. At least I hope we are? ㅠㅠ Do you think we have? I’ve had a lot of fun chatting like this and don’t want it to end any time soon. Locusts are those bugs that make a lot of sound, right? YOU HAVE TO CUT THEM IN HALF?! Are they crunchy? Gooey? Have you tasted one?? People eat crickets, they’re similar aren’t they? Now I have to look up if they’re edible or I won’t be able to think of anything else. MR PICKLE TIME! What a quick grower! He’s going to be a big dude! THEY EAT MICE? Wait! Does he have teeth? How does he chew? I always thought they just squished with their tongue. Does this mean Kermit and Mickey Mouse are enemies? I bet homeboy doesn’t know Kermit has an appetite for little unsuspecting mice. I do want to meet the legend himself but I don’t have any spare mice around so can I bring as an offering??

I am both yes! Well, I’m trying to be ㅠㅠ I’m doing everything by myself so it’s a bit exhausting at times. I’m my own worst enemy too. You know a producer? You must know how focused we can get then. Would that be an issue for you? I’ve been known to disappear in the studio for days without contact. #RIP#GONE2SOON Poor console but mistakes happen! I’ve spilled many a cup of coffee all over my set up. Even some ramyeon which is more tragic than damaging equipment if you ask me ㅠㅠ A lot of free time means you’ll have no excuse not to meet up with me when the week ends 😉😉 Online grocery delivery is BOMB !! Chicken sounds so good right about now. How you making it? Wings? Sandwiches? Just nugs? I’m glad you have satisfactory water pressure, can’t wait to find out for myself~

Share? Oh! Uh! Let me think. I can tell you about my son! Well he’s a dog but still my son. He’s a little french bulldog that I found at the shelter one day and just couldn’t leave him there! I brought him home and been a dog dad ever since ㅋㅋ He’s a sassy dude and gets whatever he wants. What can I say? I treat my pets well 😉😉 Should I leave you with that today? 🎧

P.S. OH! And for the frog meme, I’m probably bonk~

sunday is tomorrow and now I'm suddenly a little nervous about this 🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️ is this normwldjekdks I hope I didn't pressure you to show yourself 🥺 I feel a little guilty I mightve pushed you... just do if you want! hm? I can wait I promise! mmm already thinking about real dates? what would you do for a date? OH OH! what do you like to do in your free time? uwu I think we've clicked well hehe 👉🏻👈🏻 not a lot of people actually come here for me... it was a nice surprise hitting it off so nicely 🥺✨ YES LOCUSTS ARE V NOISY WORSE THAN CRICKETS IF YOU ASK ME they're v crunchy and yes I have to cut them and I've only had them in powder because chan has sneaked it into foods 🤢🤢🤢 I wouldn't eat a bug EVER but yes locusts do be food! caramelized or dried I think too and powders did you know cochineal is an insect used to make red dyes you find in most foods and red lipsticks 👁👁👁 you've probably eaten MORE BUG THAN YOU KNOW!!! AAAAA MR PICKLE YESSS HES GONNA GET HUGE AND BE PRESIDENT YOULL SEE HELL HAVE HIS OWNCOUNTRY EEEEEEE jsnsjsnsj they can eat small mice yeth frogs do not actually have TEETH per se but then again they just kinda swallow the big preys like SNAKES they just nom and swallow and digest KSJEJSJSJS GASP DO YOU THINK KERMIT AND MICKEY EVER HAD A FIST FIGHT I BET THEG HAHDJDEJDJDI EEEEEE mmm you don't need to bring an OFFERING BUTTTTTTT you can come meet him and we can make him a little hat together 🥺🥺🥺 I've been making him hats! 👒 so fashionable uwu I know a producer yes! workaholics all oof yall 😤😤😤 but I guess as long as you take care it's ok then and I don't mind it if you dip me for work 😔✌🏻 I once dropped my airpods on soup I'm not allowed with liquids around electronics as you can tell KWNSJSJSID WAAAAA YOU ALRESDY THINKINH ABOUR MEETING EEEEE ill make you some chicken too then uwu I made SPICY SAUCE CHIKEN it was hawt 🔥🥵 but it was 100/10 I mean not to BRAG but 💁🏻‍♂️💁🏻‍♂️💁🏻‍♂️ EEEE SIR WHAT WHY YOU TRYNNA USE MY SHOWER 👁😳🤨👀 A FRENCH BULLDOGGIE I MUST MEET AND PAT THEE HEAD!!!! AQAAAAAAQ PUPPIES ARE SO CUTE PLEAKSKEJESKS HOW COME YOU DIDNT SAY RHIS BEFORE!!! I MUST KNOW THEE NAME HHHHHHHHHHHHH WOMDERFUL THIS JS WONDERFULLLLL eeeejdjsjsjd COUGH 👁 COUGH ANYWORMS HHHH I'm so excited yknow 👉🏻👈🏻 I hope it's not WEIRD KFJDJDJD I just like meeting new people 😅😬 I'll be waiting for a reply 😌😌😌 it's vvvvvv late I think imma watch another YouTube and die now 😴😴😴 I hope you rest well and you're not workaholicing tonight Mr. R!

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Calendar of State Papers Foreign: Edward VI 1547-1553

1551

June 6. Florence. Francis Peyto to the Earl of Warwick. With his last of the 23d May, had sent to his Lordship the plot of Dragut's escape, and divers occurrents of these parts. Since then nothing is heard but the daily increasement of Parma's matters. Don Ferrante Gonzaga is ordered to Castello Guelfo, eight miles from the city, there to attend and waste the country. 

The Pope wages many soldiers and commands them all to Bologna. The Duke here gave licence for 3,000 of his subjects, who have already departed, and it is said he will forthwith despatch 2,000 foot and 200 horse under the conduct of Signor Radulpho Baglione, one of his chiefest captains. 

No man passes through his dominions unsearched of letters and whither he repairs. He is a Prince who wisely governs himself in all occasions. Good store of ammunition is sent to Bologna. Hard shift has been made of the Pope to have money; besides good surety, he gives two per cent., and so he takes one half-year at this interest; nevertheless he should be but simple furnished, were not the Emperor more his aid. 

Yesterday arrived some Frenchmen from Rome, who say that M. de Thermes looks for his licence daily, and goes to Parma, and Cardinal Tournon to Venice. The French in Rome are but homely welcome. Dondego [Don Diego], the Emperor's Ambassador, singularly serves his master with the Pope. M. de Monluc, who is sent to the Pope from the French King, passed this way two days ago. 

The Spanish Prince is daily expected in Italy, and to embark at Lerizzi [Lerice], not trusting to come to Genoa for the business that has been lately in these parts. A plot to give the town into the Emperor's hands had been discovered there, and Spinola, one of the chief actors therein, taken and imprisoned. It is reported that Dragut has taken two galleys off Sicily, and that for fear of the Turk's navy many soldiers are sent to the river of Apulia. Sends herewith the news from Rome, whereby his Lordship will see whether they be truly advertised. 

If Stafford comes this way his Lordship shall have knowledge. Returns thanks for his reward, the receipt of which he had acknowledged in his last letter. [One page and a half.] Annexed,

370. I. "From Rome of the 23d of May." Latest news from Flanders bear that betwixt the noblemen of the realm (of England) is like to be great sedition, especially in the north, by reason of changes among the wardens; that the Marquis of Dorset with a great company is sent thitherward, and to be immediately followed by the Earl of Warwick with all his power. 

The Earl of Shrewsbury is put out of his office; and the Earl of Derby commanded to renounce his title of the Isle of Man to the King, which he has plainly denied, and prepares himself. All men out of wages are taken up, but whereunto it is not known. 500 or 600 men waited on the Mayor and Aldermen of London, complaining of the late influx of strangers, and that by reason of the great dearth theg cannot live for these strangers, whom they were determined to kill up through the realm, if they found no remedy. 

To pacify them the Mayor and Aldermen caused an esteame to be made of all strangers in London, which showed an amount of 40,000, besides women and children, for the most part heretics fled out of other countries. Details of precautionary and restrictive orders issued by the municipal authorities accordingly. 

The war proceeds against Ireland. The Scots molest England on the north. A ship laden by the English at Antwerp with harness, weapons, and much gold, had been arrested for the Emperor: they are likely to lose all and many of their men be imprisoned. They play bankrupt many of them in Flanders. 

There is chopping and changing of them of the Council. The gentry are obliged to fortify themselves in their houses, except those who are obliged to go to the wars, and the common people die for hunger. The Emperor has sent to the King and Council that he would have his nephew (sic) Lady Mary to marry with the King of Polonia, whose wife died lately: the answer thereto not yet known. 

The French take their time, but as yet they keep peace with them. There be of their knot Lord Shrewsbury, Lord Dacre, the Constables, Mr. Bowes, knight, and all their retinue, and the Earl of Derby. The end of this heavy tragedy of that realm, with the ruin of the King, will be shortly seen, as it was never other like with this Government. 

Morysine has left the Emperor's Court with great rebuke and shame, and is replaced by Dr. Wotton. As they fear sore the Emperor in this travail within the realm, it is thought they will consent to the sending of the Lady Mary. The fourth of September shall be the first sitting of the Council.

370. II. "In letters of the 29th of May." News concerning Parma are clean contrary to what he formerly wrote. The Pope and French King are at utter defiance. Don Ferrante Gonzaga has already wasted Campania with 800 horse and 6,000 foot. 

The Emperor has lent the Pope 3,000,000 crowns, and says he shall lack neither men nor money to defend the Church. The Pope is marvellously offended with the message brought by his nephew Sig. Ascanio della Cornia from the French King, that he swears he will lay his triple crown with all the rest to pledge, but he will have Parma. 

Imminent danger of great wars. The Emperor and his son the King of Spain reported to be very sick. News from France of the embassy for marriage of the King of England with the French King's daughter, and of the exchange of the Orders of the Garter and St. Michael. If the marriage goes forward, it is thought the Pope will excommunicate both. Two days ago here was taken and put in prison Sig. Aurelio Fregoso, a Genoese, a great captain of the French party, who came privily from Duke Octavio.

Note on back: "Mr. Thomas Stafford, my Lord's nephew, will pass by you shortly, and perchance move you for a certain Partito, wherein take heed what you do, nor in nowise disclose to him of the matter I wrote you of the hospital. And as for all other things you may talk at large, he hath good fancy towards you." [Three pages.]

---- June 6. Angers. Sir John Masone to the Council. In consequence of the receipt of their letter of the 25th May, he had a conference with the Constable relative to the conduct of Senarpont at Sandingfeld, and was assured by him that the King had so written his mind to the former that they should hear no more of it, and that the ground had not been given to Senarpont, or was by any means so meant. M. de Chastillon moreover was shortly to go to these frontiers, and if he found anything there out of square, should have commission to see a full redress therein. 

This evening M. de Chastillon came to him on part of the King to notify the election of King Edward into the Order of St. Michael on the preceding day, and that M. de St. André was to repair forthwith to England for the purpose of investing his Majesty. Chastillon goes to Picardy shortly. 

The affair of Parma still hangs upon the answer looked for from the Bishop of Rome; but it is thought the end thereof shall not be so unquiet as it was feared. The Scottish Queen makes as though she would gladly be in Scotland, but he believes she will make no such haste, being desirous of bringing all the forts in Scotland into the hands of the French, which as yet has not been obtained, and were the Scottish noblemen at home again, she knows there would be no possibility in the matter. 

The Scot that should have poisoned the (young) Scottish Queen arrived here yesterday. The King left for Chateaubriand to-day. About Thursday or Friday next the Marquis of Northampton will be at Nantes, and if no alteration is made in the plan will come from thence to Chateaubriand. By this time he is probably within a day's journey from Orleans. [Four pages. Indorsed by Cecil.]

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June 8. Orleans. The Marquis of Northampton to Sir John Masone. Thanks him for his letters of the 4th and 6th inst., and proposes that instead of Masone going to Nantes, they shall meet at his last loading between this and Nantes, called Engrand, where he intends to be on Sunday or Monday night at farthest, considering that coming down the water they shall be in more quiet and have better time for conference. Refers to the discretion of Masone his reply to the Constable's wish for Marshal St. André's tarrying, but he should be reminded of the mutual understanding that there was to be no delays in the reciprocal departure of the Ambassadors. Sends list of those who compose the embassy with the number of their servants, as follows:— Marquis of Northampton, with 62 servants. The Bishop of Ely " 21 " Sir Philip Hoby " 30 " Sir William Pickering " 30 " Sir Thomas Smith " 7 " Dr. Oliver " 4 " William Thomas, Secretary " 2 " The Earl of Worcester " 8 " The Earl of Rutland " 9 " The Earl of Ormond " 3 " Lord Fitzwalter " 4 " Lord Lisle " 8 " Lord Abergavenny " 7 " Lord Braye " 3 " Lord Rivers " 4 " Mr. Throgmorton " 4 " Mr. Sydney " 4 " Sir William Cobham " 2 " Sir Joseph Cutts " 2 " Sir John Perrott " 4 " Sir Anthony Guidotti " 3 " Sir Gilbert Dethick, Garter King of Arms " 4 " Mr. Fitzwilliams " 3 " Mr. Cary " 4 " Mr. Knolles " 1 " Mr. Edmund Vernay " 2 " Mr. Francis Vernay " 2 " Mr. Young " 4 " Mr. Nicholas Alexander " 2 " Chester Herald at Arms, [William Flower] " 2 " Rouge Dragon poursuivant [Martin Maroffe] " 1 " Lucas Fringer " 1 " [Two pages and a half. Copy in Sir J. Masone's Letter-Book.] ---

June 16. The Council to the Marquis of Northampton. Had received his letter of the 6th. On Sunday last the French Ambassador notified to his Majesty his election into the Order of St. Michael, and yesterday requested audience again that he might receive an official acceptation thereof in order to certify the King his master of the same; wherein, as they can conjecture, he is a very precise and circumspect man, intending to write even the same words that he should receive. Desire him to explain to the French King the high gratification of their master, which was perhaps not so apparent to the Ambassador. "The King's Majesty's young nature being of such modesty that in his most gladness hath not much outward show thereof, and besides that his Majesty's French speech being not natural to him, cannot so abundantly express the joy of his heart as if he should have answered in his natural speech as the French King did in his." Are informed that the English Commissioners and the Scots have agreed upon a treaty, the particulars of which in writing they expect to receive by Sir Thomas Chaloner in four days, and request him to notify this to the French King. [Three pages. Draft.]

--- June 26. Chateaubriand. The Marquis of Northampton and the other Ambassadors to the Council. On Wednesday last, after dinner, they had another conference with the French Commissioners respecting the amount of dowry to be settled on the Princess Elizabeth in the event of her marriage with his Majesty, the particulars of which are minutely detailed. After long discussion they reduced their original demand of 1,500,000 crowns to 800,000; and the French raised their offer of 100,000 to 200,000 crowns. 

Desire to have farther instructions, and that they may be sent speedily by the bearer, William Thomas, as the King leaves for Nantes on Monday next, minding to tarry on the way, and there not above eight or ten days, intending to conduct the Queen where she shall be brought to bed. Such removings greatly add to their charges, and they have already troubled the country so much with the furniture of their numerous horses, that if they have to wait till the King's removing from Nantes, they believe it shall not be possible for them to be supplied, the train of the Court being so great as it is.

 "Garter's reward was a chain weighing 200 crowns and somewhat more, and the gown which the King wore that morning, which was of damask, set with agletts esteemed between 20 and 30 pounds." Have received the reply of the French Commissioners in writing, and send it herewith. [Six pages.]

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Mr. Nicholas Wotton, Ambassador with the Emperor at Augsburg, had audience of him, and having declared his instructions unto the Emperor, his answers were:— "1. That my Lady Mary's matter concerning mass was of importance, and therefore he said he would think of it and speak with D'Arras, of whom he should know his answer in it.

"2. That as for the request for the King's Highness' Ambassador to have the communion secretly, &c., he knowing in his conscience that the communion, used as it is in England, is not good, but contrary to the order used by all the Church so many hundred years, he should offend God if he permitted it, and that therefore he may not and would not do it.

"3. That as for the arrests made in the Low Countries, the Emperor made strong at it, and said he knew nothing of it. 'Marry,' quoth he, 'the French at Dieppe had staid some of my subjects' ships, whereupon the French ships were staid again in the Low Countries; and unless there were some of the English merchantmen's goods in their ships, he knew not what it should mean.' He could say no more to it at this time, but he said he would write to the Queen his sister of it, who shall certify and satisfy the English Ambassador there in this point.

"4. That the Emperor did remit Mr. Wotton for an answer for the licence for the powder to Mons. D'Arras, whereupon he was earnest with Mons. D'Arras for it. His excuses were, that the King of England had no need at that time of it; that the Emperor had need of it, and should lack for himself, for now the Turk hath opened the war again."

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June 30. [Greenwich.] King Edward VI. to Sir John Masone, recalling him from his embassy in France. [One page. Draft.]

---- June 30. [Greenwich.] Same to Sir William Pickering, intimating his appointment as resident Ambassador in France. [One page. Draft.]

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June 30. [Greenwich.]  Instructions from King Edward VI. to Sir William Pickering, to be observed by him on entering upon his duties as Ambassador after the departure of Sir John Masone. [Five pages. Indorsed by Cecil. Draft.]

---- June 30. Greenwich.  Second instructions given by the King and Council to the Marquis of Northampton and his colleagues. They may accept of 600,000 crowns, but no less; shall agree to no relinquishment of his Majesty's titles, rights, or claims to anything in France or Scotland; shall decline any offensive and defensive war treaty; and shall listen to no alterations of religion in England, that "perchance may be moved by the practices of the Romans and their adherents." [Two pages. Copy in Sir J. Masone's Letter-Book.]

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July 2. Greenwich. Third instructions from King Edward VI. and the Council to the Marquis of Northampton and his colleagues. They shall ask 400,000 crowns, and may agree to take 200,000, with the transportation at charges of the French King, rather than break off the treaty. [Six pages. Draft.] ---

July 3. Brussels. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to the Council. Details a conversation which he had this evening with the French Ambassador in relation to the ceremony used by the Marquis of Northampton in investing the French King with the Order of the Garter, and the treaty of marriage between King Edward and the Princess Elizabeth, god-child of his father King Henry VIII., now only seven years of age, which is concluded, and the Marquis on the eve of returning. 

The Emperor is not expected here for two months, although one of the Council a few days since said that he was to leave Augsburg for this place on the 10th inst. It is reported that the Turk does nothing as yet in Transylvania, and that the inhabitants of that country are treating upon articles to be wholly at the devotion of the King of the Romans. 

The Prince of Spain has not yet embarked, and it is now said he will take shipping at Spezzia, beside Leghorn, under the Duke of Florence, for that at Genoa they have but little mind at this time to him and his train. The States of Brabant are here assembled. The Duke of Arschot has been slain by one of his own gentlemen through folly. The Prince of Orange now marries the daughter of Count Buren. Hears that four or five ships of war have left Zealand, said to be for the conducting of the herring fleet. Still great military preparations are being made. [Four pages. Partly in cipher, deciphered.]

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July 17. Nantes. The Marquis of Northampton to Cecil. The inclosed packet is from a Scot in the French Court, who seems to bear good will to the English, and has written to some of his friends to apprize the Marquis from time to time of what happens in Scotland. Requests Cecil to read them, and if he thinks good to forward them to Berwick for delivery. [Half a page.]

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July 19. Angers. Treaty of marriage between King Edward VI. and Elizabeth, daughter of Henry II., King of France. 

--- July 20. Beaufort. Henry II., King of France, to King Edward VI. Recredentials of the Marquis of Northampton and his colleagues, and expressive of his Majesty's satisfaction at the conclusion of the treaty. [Countersigned by De l'Aubespine. Broadside. French.]

---- July 20. Beaufort. Same to same. Re-credentials of Sir John Masone, approving of his conduct while Ambassador, and expressive of his Majesty's pleasure at the appointment of Sir William Pickering as successor. [Countersigned by De l'Aubespine. Broadside. French.]

---- July 20. Inventory of silver and gilt plate delivered to Sir William Pickering on entering upon his duties as Ambassador-Resident in France, amounting to 2,697 ounces. [Two pages.] ---

Aug. 29. John Dominic Panizonus, the Emperor's Secretary, to King Edward VI. Informing his Majesty of the death of William Panizonus, and requesting that his sons Constantine and Christopher, whom on his death-bed he had recommended to his Majesty, may be taken into his service. Two of the same family,—Francis, a physician, and John Baptist, a valet (domicellus),—had previously died while serving the Crown of England. [Latin. One page.]

--- Aug. 30. Fontainebleau. Sir Anthony Guidotti to the Earl of Warwick. Last Wednesday the 26th inst., in a private interview, the Duke of Guise suggested that, during the trouble between the French and the Emperor, England should arm by sea for the defence of her coast; whereby the Emperor might be put in some doubt, and yet could have no occasion to be offended. And thus England keeping one side, and the French having a strength on the other, the Emperor would not be too hasty to adventure into the canal between both. If he may offer an opinion, it would be well to do this, even though they should expend 50,000 or 60,000 crowns, as by such a step they would secure for ever the good will of France. The Duke also mooted a marriage between the Duke of Ferrara's son, who is one of the goodliest young men of all Italy, and the Princess Elizabeth. The Duke of Florence's son is 11 years old. If this party were liked, it were an easy matter to be concluded without any excessive dote. [Two pages and a half.] Contemporary translation of the above. [Two pages and a half.]

---- Aug. 31. Hamburg.  Colonel William Wallerthum to King Edward VI. Requesting his Majesty's interference towards procuring payment from Henry and John Albert, Princes of Magdeburg, and John Margrave of Brandenburg, for a body of cavalry which he had raised for their service; and begging his Majesty to recommend him to the King of France for employment. [Latin. Three pages.] ---

Sept. 1. Augsburg. Sir Richard Morysine to Cecil. Is it not possible, that seeing dickers will not be granted, somewhat else, as able to stretch to the payment of his debts as dickers, may be obtained? Still to sue, and never to speed, is a life for hope and not fit for an Ambassador, that must have and not still hope to have. He must else make his men learn to hope for meat, and to miss of it. If they bar the Ambassador of massings, and thereupon the Emperor calls for him home, prays that he may be called for too, or else they may hope to call when he shall be where he cannot hear them. Thought it would have been his turn to come home first, but he must do as he is commanded, because he cannot do as he could have desired. Yet he does think his abode short here, and Cecil by the next shall do him pleasure to give him some light. He might send his wife a piece of the way, while fair weather lasts. [One page.]

--- Sept. 3. Augsburg. The Emperor Charles V. to King Edward VI. Re-credentials of Dr. Wotton. Countersigned by Bavé. [Broadside. Indorsed erroneously 13th.]

--- Sept. 4. Brussels. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to the Council. It is reported that the Bishop of Rome and the Farneses are in communication will small hope of agreement. What the Turk's army has done at Tripoli is not yet known, but it is believed it will winter at Tolne. News have arrived that the French have captured 17 great hulks going to Spain, richly laden, to the extent of 800,000 ducats; which news hath dashed the talk of Parma, Magdeburg, and all others. Six ships are lately sent out of Holland to waft the herring fleet, it is said. Letters from Rouen state that the French King appoints a parliament at Paris to determine upon the supremacy of the Church within his own realm. The Prince of Spain is reported to have been in Navarre, where they have sworn and done homage to him. [One page.]

--- Sept. 4. Melun.  Sir William Pickering to the same. Last Tuesday the 1st instant had received their letters of the 28th July, which thus had been a month on the way. Next day had an interview with the King, and thereafter with the Constable; of which the details, chiefly on-the affairs of the Continent, are minutely narrated. Requests an increase of salary, not having half enough to defray his ordinary expenses, inasmuch as, one day with another, he spends 13 or 14 French crowns, and all that he receives does not amount to seven. [Fourteen pages and a half. Printed by Tytler, Vol. i., p. 408.]

---- Sept. 5. Venice. Peter Vannes to Francis Yaxley. [One page. Torn perpendicularly, like the letter from Vannes to the same party of 25th July 1551, so as to be unintelligible.]

--- Sept. 5. Strasburg. Christopher Mount to the Council. The continuation of the Council summoned for the 1st of September at Trent is deferred by the efforts of the Emperor. The Bishops of Treves and Mentz have arrived there; those of Cologne, Strasburg, Besançon, and Constance are daily expected; and almost all the German Bishops are forced to go to them by Imperial mandate. On the other hand, Duke Maurice and the Elector of Brandenburg and their theologians, with some learned in the law. The theologians of Wittenberg have lately drawn up a confession of faith, which has been received and authorized by a great number of Saxon theologians and preachers. In Upper Germany, Brentzen, with the assent of the divines of Tubingen and Strasburg, has also prepared a confession, which has been signed and approved by the Duke of Wirtemberg and the community of Strasburg, and now theologians on both sides in the dominions of Duke Maurice agree that out of both one confession shall be formed, to be exhibited to the Council and defended to their utmost. The Duke of Wirtemberg, and Strasburg take up the subject warmly, but Nuremberg, Augsburg, and Ulm are very remiss and cool on the matter. De Fresne is said to be sent by the French King to the maritime cities, and Maurice to have interceded for easier conditions of peace to the people of Magdeburg. But the Emperor holds to his first determination. The treaty between England and France will produce much good if persisted in. The question of the Duchy of Wirtemberg is still unknown, but the result, it is feared, will be very grievous to the Duke. [Latin. One page and a half.

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Sept. 22. Augsburg. Sir Richard Morysine to Cecil. If Cecil has leisure, prays shortly to have some inkling what he shall do; whether he has to tarry any long time, or shortly to come away. Does he think, though dickers do not come, anything else may be sued for? Can Cecil help his friend to nothing? Is sorry if he cannot, knowing his good will. Money is shrunk in this town; those that make the wars will let men of peace enjoy but that they have already bor rowed. Money is now at 25 on the 100 better than himself. Must have his own sent him in season, else it may chance to do him but a little pleasure. Thinks they reckon at home that he has found some treasure, that they think he can live without his diets. Has prayed Cotton to take some pains to solicit; hopes small suit will serve, and yet he that has so long sued, and still must, may fall in error in thinking due easy to be come by. Is sure Cecil might in a month steal one quarter of an hour to write a few lines this way. Are all his desires so great that he is to be barred of them all? Neither dickers, nor diets, nor letters, nor any kind of comfort? He still looks for Francis; if he does not come, prays he may hear somewhat from Cecil. Mr. Cheke, Mr. Wrothe, and everybody has so much to do with themselves, that he can be no man's care but his own. Beseeches he may see that he has some one that thinketh him, for pity's sake, worthy to be comforted. [Two pages.]

---- Sept. 29. Hampton Court.The Council to Sir William Pickering. His Majesty having resolved in compliment to the French King to hold the Feast of St. Michael, had invited the French Ambassador, who came here last night, and has been very well entertained both by the King and the Council. "This day he was present in the chapel at the whole service of the communion, where he saw the King's Majesty reverently with us of his Council communicate the sacrament, wherein as we perceive he seeth and understandeth great difference betwixt our reverence in our religion and the slanders thereof usually spread by evil men." He dined with his Majesty in the privy chamber, and at a Council held thereafter preferred a request from his master touching regulations to be made for the trade in wines between France and England, which would serve to the mutual advantage of these countries. Inform him of the points thereof to enable him to confer with the Constable thereon. [Three pages and a half. Draft.]

--- Oct. 8. Melun. Sir William Pickering to Cecil. Writes to him both in French and English, hoping to induce Cecil to write; if neither of these two languages can purchase two lines from his hand, will think himself little in his grace. Has detained Francis, the courier, three days to no avail, expecting to have had some news of this Cardinal Verallo (fn. 1) Romano, on whom he invokes la Verole Francaise for not having yet arrived. Desires that he may remember the money due for the post, and the passport for John Lord Erskine, with a train of 20 persons, concerning which he had written. Had been honourably entertained by the King and the Constable at the recent feast of St. Michael, which was held at Bois de Vincennes, and "endured for three days, very solemnly celebrated with the presence of many Popish prelates, and consecrated with a company of un comely Cardinals, seeming by their countenances to care more for the custom than for their corpus Domini. At last with divers benedictions and many cumbersome courtesies this pageant was played; and the matter ended with a masking mass of Romish regimen." [One page and a half. The first portion in French. Indorsed by Cecil.]

---- Oct. 9. Brussels. Copy proclamation by the Emperor Charles V. prohibiting commercial intercourse with France and her allies. [French. Nine pages.]

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Oct. 16. Westminster. King Edward VI. to the Senators and Magistrates of Lucca. Credentials in favour of Peter Vannes, native of that city, and Latin Secretary to his Majesty. [Latin. Broadside. Indorsed by Cecil. Copy.]

---- Oct. 16. The Council to Sir Richard Morysine. In consequence of the Emperor persisting to Dr. Wotton, that Lord Paget had promised on behalf of his Majesty that the Lady Mary should hear mass privately, although the same has utterly denied that he ever spoke to the Emperor on the subject, and they are disposed to believe him, they have secluded Lord Paget from the Council and the Court, and committed him to his house, where he has remained these 14 days, prohibited to speak or confer with any but those of his own family. Instruct Morysine to take an opportunity of apprizing the Emperor hereof, that he may see the respect paid to his assertion, and at the same time how far from truth it is that his Majesty and they were ever parties to such alleged promise. [Copy. Two pages.]

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Oct. 25. Memorandum of letter from the Council to Sir William Pickering, informing him that Sir Jacques Granado is to be sent to France to present some geldings from his Majesty to the French King, the Dauphin, the Princess Elizabeth, (fn. 2) and the Constable, and desiring that he will instruct Granado as to the forms of presentation. [Half a page.]

--- Oct. 25. Instructions given by King Edward VI. to Sir Jacques Granado, Knight, one of the Esquires of the stable, sent by appointment of the Earl of Pembroke, master of the King's Majesty's horse, to convey to the French Court certain geldings and hackneys with their apparelling and furniture, presented by his Majesty to the French King and others. [Two pages. Draft.]

--- Oct. 26. Westminster. King Edward VI. to Henry II., King of France, requesting his acceptance of some horses sent by Sir Jacques Granado. [One page. Indorsed by Cecil. Copy.]

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Oct. 27. Paris. Sir William Pickering to the Council. Acknowledges receipt of their letters of 29th September and 16th inst. Between these dates had seen the Constable, who assured him that the objectionable regulations of the Bordeaux merchants relative to the wine trade should instantly be cancelled. On receiving their last letter had instantly set off to Paris, for the purpose of congratulating the French King on the birth of the young Prince, [Duc d'Angoulême, afterwards Henri III.], and notifying the appointment of Lord Clinton, the Lord High Admiral, to act as King Edward's representative in the capacity of godfather at the baptism. His conversations with the King and the Constable on the affair of the Duke of Somerset. [Sixteen pages. Printed by Tytler, except the page relating to the wine trade. Vol. ii., p. 86.]

--- Oct. 27. Paris. Same to Sir William Cecil. Congratulates him on his "good fortune to be found undefiled with the folly of this unfortunate Duke" of Somerset. [One page. Printed by Tytler, Vol. ii., p. 67.]

---- Oct. 30. Castle of Koningsburg. Albert, Marquis of Brandenburg, to King Edward VI. Sends him a present of eight falcons, his Majesty having been gratified with those which he had sent in the preceding year. [Latin. Broadside.]

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Nov. 4. Hamburg. John Brigantyne to the Duke of Northumberland. The like information, and in almost precisely similar words, as transmitted in his previous letter to the Council, except that the cause of offence given to the Emperor by Sarcerius is stated to be "for that he hath newly inveighed against the Papists." [One page.]

---- Nov. 5. The Council to Sir William Pickering. On the 22d ult. the Queen Dowager of Scotland arrived at Portsmouth, being escorted thither by the Baron de la Garde, with 10 ships of war. As soon as her arrival was known, orders were given to Sir Richard Wingfield, the captain there, to wait upon her Majesty and ascertain whether she intended to continue her journey by sea or land. 

Presuming she would adopt the latter course, orders were given to Sir Richard Cotton, Mr. Paulett, brother to the Marquis of Winchester, with the county gentlemen, to wait upon her and her retinue. Thereafter she despatched a messenger to the King notifying her coming, to which his Majesty immediately responded by congratulations, and giving directions for her honourable entertainment. 

Her progress hither was from Portsmouth to Southwick, a house of one Mr. White, where she remained two days; next to Warblington, the residence of Sir Richard Cotton, where she lodged; next day to dinner at the Earl of Arundel's house, called Stanstead, and to her lodging at Cowdray, Sir Anthony Browne's house; and on the following day to Guildford; to all which places she was conducted by the noblemen and gentlemen of the respective counties in great state. 

At Guildford she was met by Lord William Howard, with the nobility and gentry of Surrey, who conducted her to Hampton Court, at a mile from which the Marquis of Northampton, with other nobles, came on part of his Majesty to congratulate her, and at the house she was received by the Marchioness of Northampton and other ladies. 

There she abode Allhallow-day, and on the following went by water, accompanied by numerous barges, to London, where she was lodged at the Bishop of London's palace. Next day the Duke of Suffolk, the Earl of Huntingdon, and others visited her from his Majesty, and on the following, which was yesterday, the 4th inst., her Grace, accompanied by Lady Margaret Douglas, the Duchesses of Northumberland and Suffolk, and others, came to the Court, where, being met by the Lord Chamberlain and other officers of the household, she was most honourably and princely received and welcomed by the King's Majesty in the hall, and led up to her chamber on the Queen's side, where his Majesty dined with her, and in the afternoon departed; she taking her leave of him with most hearty and earnest thanks for the kingly usage of her and hers. 

To-day she rests herself, and to-morrow departs northward. His Majesty has written to the Sheriffs of the various counties through which she will pass that due honours may be paid to her, and Mr. Edward Dudley and Mr. Shelley are appointed to attend on her through her whole journey, to see things conveniently and agreeably served. 

The French King having by medium of his Ambassador applied for the delivery of a murderer who had escaped to England, the malefactor has been apprehended, and is sent to Calais to be handed over to the proper authorities. The ratifications of the late treaty are to be mutually received during the Lord High Admiral's visit to France, whither he purposes to go shortly, and about the 20th or 22d inst. be in Paris. [Eight pages. Draft.]

---- Nov. 6. Brussels. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to Sir William Cecil. Thanks him for his continued attention in soliciting his private affairs, and requests him to command reciprocal good offices. [One page.]

---- Nov. 7. Venice. Peter Vannes to the Council. Parma, in the absence of Don Fernando, is well furnished with victuals. They in Mirandola show no manner of fear, and in consequence of the country being low and miry, the Papists' army are not able to do any hurt. As the weather serves they have occasional skirmishes. The Emperor, it is said, intends to take all manner of occasions to bring these towns to his purpose this winter, so that they shall not interfere with his plans next summer; but many suppose that he shall have much to do before he can bring that to pass. They of Mirandola have informed the French King that they want nothing but money. A number of the 4,000 landsknechts, intended for service in Italy, have arrived. Here men of all sorts, as well temporal as spiritual, charge the Bishop of Rome as author of all the mischief, and men judge this to be the time that he shall be scourged with his own rod. Letters to the Seigniory from Constantinople of 26th September mention the arrival there of Mons. de Raimond, Ambassador for the French King, with two galleys. The Turk was going to Adrianople, both for health's sake and to be nearer the occurrents of Hungary. Friar George of Transylvania, although he was confederate with the King of the Romans, has sent an Ambassador to the Turk with such a tribute as yearly he was wont to pay. The Turk has caused a large quantity of timber to be cut for the building of galleys this winter. He has ordered the General of his army to return to Constantinople and bring with him the pirate Dragut, and to have in the island of Prenice a captain of his, named Sala Reis, with 40 galleys. In consequence of this the Seigniory have revoked their General and army, leaving only 35 galleys in their gulf, under the command of their providetor there. The Prior of Capua, as a Knight of that order, was going from the French King's service with his two galleys to Malta, to serve there; but the Grand Master has not accepted his service, on the ground that he did not wish by receiving him to offend such mighty Princes as the Emperor and the French, with whom the Prior is in disfavour. Wherefore it is said that the Prior has set up the sails of his galleys, seeming to become a rover of the sea. The Emperor arrived at Isborroughe [Inspruck] on the 31st of October, and his navy, with the King of Bohemia, and other Spaniards, had already arrived at Villa Franca, not far from Genoa. ----

Nov. 14. Brussels. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to the Duke of Northumberland. The English merchants here are molested and slenderly regarded in all their suits, which he rather and chiefly imputes to their own insatiable greediness, wilfulness, and disorder than any other. Instances in support of this opinion, that whereas they promised him to stand earnestly in defence of the liberties secured by the treaty, and that no more ships should come till the six already there had sailed and reached home, six others richly laden have arrived, so that neither the one can be permitted to sail or the others to discharge except upon payment of 10s. upon every 100lbs., both of the one and the other. It is reported, that now the Emperor has a wonderful treasure arrived in Spain out of the Indies, and that in Spain they have granted the Prince 1,700,000 ducats a year towards the wars. [Two pages.]

---- Nov. 15. Memorandum of articles delivered to the Lord Clinton, Lord High Admiral of England, to be presented by him as the gift of King Edward VI. at the christening of the French King's son. These were: one pair of pots of gold, fair wrought and enamelled, weighing 165½ ounces. One pair of flagons of gold, wrought according to the said pots, weighing 165¼ ounces. And one bowl of gold, wrought with divers devices of astronomy, and "Phismanyes," weighing 108 ounces. In all 438¾ ounces, which at 60s. the ounce amount in money to 1,316l. 5s. (Sic in Orig.) [One page.]

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Nov. 16. Instructions given by King Edward VI. to Lord Clinton, the Lord High Admiral of England, and Sir William Pickering, to receive the formal ratification by the French King of the Treaty of marriage between his Majesty and the Princess Elizabeth. [Two pages and a half. Draft.]

--- Nov. 18. Brussels. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to the Council. Although until he should hear from their Lordships, he had not intended to make any suit to the Regent in the merchants' affairs, yet because contestation was here pretended against certain old French wines that two of them had brought out of England to Dunkirk and Middleburg, he had submitted the cases to the President. The Regent allowed the one who had arrived and sold his wines prior to the publication of the placard to have his money therefor, as reason would; but would not permit the other who had arrived subsequent to the proclamation, either to discharge or sell his wines, but ordered that he should return with them to England. Wherefore, regarding this latter, he had an audience of her Majesty last Friday evening, when she at length consented, not on the ground of the treaty but of personal regard to the King of England, to allow the merchant to sell his wines, though at a price exceeding not 6l. per ton. [Two pages.]

--- Nov. 19. [Westminster.] Reply by King Edward VI. to the Envoy from the Elector Maurice, the Marquis of Brandenburg, and the Duke of Mecklenburg, sent to invite his Majesty to join the confederacy of Protestant Princes. [Latin. Two pages. Draft, autograph of Cecil. Printed by Tytler. Vol. ii., p. 95, and in the Literary Remains of King Edward VI., Vol. ii., p. 366.]

---- Nov. 19. Westminster. Letter from King Edward VI. to the Elector Maurice and the other Princes. [Latin. Draft, autograph of Cecil. One page.]

---- Nov. 24. Westminster. Letter from King Edward VI. to the same Princes. Recredentials of the Envoy. [Latin. One page. Copy.]

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Nov. 24. Westminster. King Edward VI. to Sigismund-Augustus, King of Poland. Acknowledges his Majesty's urgent recommendation of Albert Bischoff, a nobleman of Dantzic, who had faithfully in arms served the King's father, and now seeks to be employed by himself. Although, after the long absence of Albert, the King has no recollection of his services and claims, yet on his coming to England in spring, attention will be paid to such statement of his losses as he shall set forth. [Latin. Broadside. Countersigned by Sir Thomas Chaloner. Copy.]

---- Nov. 26. Gratz. Copy reply by the Emperor Charles V. to the Envoys of the King of Denmark and other Princes, sent to demand that the Landgrave of Hesse should be set at liberty. His Majesty eludes the application, declaring that he will communicate his resolution thereof to Duke Maurice, on his arrival at Inspruck, where he is shortly expected. Letters from the camp in Transylvania of the 11th inst. state that Castaldo has resolved to dismantle the castle of Lippa. Calderon, the Spanish captain, who brought the news of the capture of that fortress to the King, was presented with a chain of 300 ducats, and then was sent into Italy to bring Spaniards hither, but he will first go to the Emperor to determine the number to be brought. The members of the Diet have resolved to give his Majesty a fourth of their income for a year, and to maintain 600 horse armed for three years; they have not agreed to the tax on wine, for the same reasons as the Austrians, but should his Majesty not be satisfied with a fourth, it is believed that he will obtain the same concession from them as he has from the Austrians. The result of the diet, it is said, will be for three years much more than half a million of florins, and with this subsidy his Majesty will set out for Vienna within two days, after despatching the Commissioners to Carinthia and Carniola. [Latin and Italian. Two pages.]

---- Nov. 26. Brussels. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to Sir William Cecil. Returns thanks for Cecil's attention to his private affairs, and requests Cecil to be mean for him to Lord Pembroke, that he may enjoy the money of his warrant stayed by his Lordship for the thing of which he is as ignorant as the child to-night born; as he has written to his Lordship long since. [One page.]

---- Nov. 25. Paris. Sir William Pickering to the Duke of Northumberland. Had intended to have despatched Mr. Elrington with these letters, but considering that he would meet Francisco on the way, travelling with the Lord Admiral, and that they are of great importance, has written to the Admiral requesting that he will allow Francisco to carry them with the utmost expedition to the Council. [One page.]

---- Nov. 28. Paris. Same to Sir William Cecil. Requesting that a passport may be sent by the next courier for John Lord Erskine, who stayeth only for the coming thereof, and crieth out upon him. [One page.] ----

Dec. 2. The Council to the Lord High Admiral Clinton. Francisco arrived with his letters on Monday forenoon. Request that, if his health will permit, he will personally present his Majesty's gift to the Princess Elizabeth, now at Blois. Acquaint him with the proceedings of the trial and sentence of the Duke of Somerset. The French Ambassador has this day received from his Majesty the ratification of the treaty. The King sends by the bearer a chain of gold of the value of 300 crowns and upwards, to be presented by the Admiral to Mons. De l'Aubespine, the French King's Secretary, with his Majesty's thanks for the goodwill and diligence always used by Mons. De l'Aubespine towards the affairs of this realm. [Three pages. Draft. Printed, disjointedly, by Tytler, Vol. ii., pp. 63, 97.]

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Dec. 4. Fontainebleau. Henry II., King of France, to King Edward VI. Thanking his Majesty for the handsome present of horses brought by Sir Jacques Granado. [Countersigned by De l'Aubespine. French. Broadside.]

---- Dec. 4. Brussels. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to Sir William Cecil. Thanks him for his letter just received, and refers for particulars to his common letters until he has more leisure to reply, meanwhile will not forget the things which he recommended to him. Requests him to be mean unto Lord Pembroke for his money stayed by his Lordship in Mr. Mildmay's hands, for he has great need thereof, and especially now that the Queen doth remove, which will cost him every day 12 shillings in lodgings only, besides carriage. If his Lordship will take his bill to answer the thing claimed at all times, so far as can it be proved he received ought of the same iron mill, and so let him enjoy his money, he would be much bound to his Lordship. [One page.]

--- Dec. 5. Venice. Peter Vannes to the Council. Concerning the loss of the ship Ragazona. [Two pages. This letter is a verbatim copy of that to the Council of 24th November previous.]

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Dec 15. The Lord High Admiral Clinton to the Council. On Monday se'ennight left the Court, and came to Paris in the hope of recovering his health, but has been compelled to substitute Sir William Pickering for presenting the King's gift to the Princess Elizabeth, and this day takes his journey towards Calais, being evil able to travel, having a double quartan. The gift presented to him by the French King is in value 3,400 crowns, all in gilt plate, saving two small cups of gold, which make up the just sum aforesaid. [Two pages. Printed by Tytler, Vol. ii., p. 100.]

---- Dec. 15. Paris.Sir William Pickering to same. With reference to the contents of their letter of 24th October last, relating to the complaints of certain English merchants in Normandy, the Constable has directed the Baron de la Garde to inquire into the circumstances and give redress. In consequence of his continued illness, the Lord Admiral is obliged to leave Paris this day, and has delivered to Pickering a diamond ring, to be presented by him to the Princess Elizabeth as a token from his Majesty, likewise a chain of the value of 300 crowns for M. De l'Aubespine. It is rumoured that M. de Vendôme has received an overthrow in an enterprise he made upon a town on the frontiers. [Two pages.]

----- Dec. 15. St. Denis. Same to Sir William Cecil. Has presently put to binding for him three books: Euclid with the figures in a small volume, and two discourses, one of Machiavelli, the other of Mons. Long. Does not know of any new works, but of one out of Italy, which is not got abroad, but shall be sent as soon as it comes into his hands. If the logical demonstration whereof Cecil lately wrote were converted into geometrical, he should surely have good cause to praise much that metamorphosis. Seeing he is but a curse craver, and a much worse beggar, reason requireth the plan should be considered; and he thinketh high time, for here all things pass pour l'argent comptant; and though he has hitherto deserved nothing, yet that he sink not before he may deserve, prays Cecil to procure that he may have the one, or that he may shortly be quit of the other. Has just received Cecil's and Hoby's letter touching a Scottish suit, which he shall attend to at convenient season. Requests a passport for Lord Tillebarne [Tullibardine], with 10 servants and their baggage. [One page]

---- Dec. 19. Harburg. Baron Joachim Maltzan to King Edward VI. Had been sent to England as Envoy from the Duke of Mecklenburg, but when about 20 German miles from Harburg had encountered such a storm as drove them back. Being unwilling at this season of the year to expose himself again to the like danger, he has sent his credentials to Master Alasco. [Latin. One page. Indorsed by Cecil.]

---- Dec. 21. Vilna. Sigismund-Augustus, King of Poland, to same. John à Werden, Burgrave and Consul of Dantzic, has complained that the factor of Adrian and Michael Koesler, his sons-in-law, whom they maintained at the public Hanse house of London, called the Schtalhow [Steelyard], had been maliciously accused of having, when alive, traded contrary to the privileges of the Teutonic Hanse, and in derogation of the King of England's customs; wherefore all the goods which they have in the cities of London and Hollen [Hull] had been arrested. Of this they are quite innocent, relying on the integrity of the proceedings, and desire to clear themselves not only by the mandatory whom they have sent for that purpose, but also personally if needs be. His Majesty therefore requires a safe-conduct and audience for them, and if they have in any way through ignorance offended, begs that they may be forgiven. [Latin. One page.]

--- Dec. 24. Strasburg. Christopher Mount to Sir William Petre and Sir William Cecil. It appears that the Emperor will return from the deliberations of the Council to arms in Germany. It is now a year since a similar tragedy seemed to be in preparation for the country of Bremen; but the first actors of that play were engaged to sustain the tragic and heroic characters, the present performers seem to have stronger thews and sinews. The unexpected denouement of this play is, that they who took up arms for the clergy now seem about to oppose the bishops, but it is this change for which they have peremptorily cited the Lutheran fathers to Trent. [Latin. Half a page.]

---- Dec. 25. Paris. Sir William Pickering to Sir William Cecil. The books whereof he wrote in his last are now converted into a New Testament in Greek; l'Horloge de Princes; le Discours de la Guerre de Laugnay, and notes to the Ethics of Aristotle in Italian, which will be conveyed by this merchant courier. Had the bookbinder kept faith, others would have accompanied them, which for lack of leisure could not be finished according to Pickering's mind, as the binder's haste may be perceived by one of those sent being neither ruled nor washed. God give him the quartan! This day he departs by two posts to Blois, to deliver the King's token; this should have been done sooner, if it had not been for lack of a good shift in coming by crowns to convey him thither. Many letters have promised him plenty one day, but qui spe aluntur pendunt non vivunt; neither may such promises bring a man two leagues towards his next bait in this country. If he were where he might sell his land he would not lack; but fac ut revertat, aut ut hic vivere possit, like his man whose he is. Incloses the French King's letter in behalf of the two merchants concerning whom Cecil and Hoby wrote. Also copy of the Constable's letter, whereby he may perceive the speedy dispatch of the English merchants' matters in these quarters. His lean uncle Sir Robert Ughtred returns with the next despatch, both on business of his own and Pickering's. Recommends him strongly to Cecil's attention, as "the King hath many bigger bodies, but a truer heart in my conscience he hath not in his realm, nor a meeter man to serve in any charge he shall be commended to." The bearer hereof is "the merchants' post and a very knave withal. He would by no means carry these books under six crowns, which I have given him. He would have persuaded me that these were only the occasion of his going by the posts; when I knew him to have received his hire of these merchants before, to be in London upon New Year's Even. If he arrive not in time, hang him, according to the bargain made with me. Faustum tibi precor hunc novum annum futurum cum ceteris omnibus." [Two pages.]

---- Dec. 29. Bruges. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to Sir William Cecil. Had received his two letters. Hears that the ships are safely arrived in England. Being of Cecil's opinion that no more wealth can be devised for England than peace and quietness while the King is young, does all in his power to persuade to amity both here and everywhere. Hears that the Queen will now lead him to Antwerp, where he hopes to find the figures Cecil wishes, and which he has been unable to procure either here or at Brussels. Requests that he may have instructions from the Council how to answer some of the English merchants at Calais and London, who desire to have the Queen's safe-conduct to carry herrings and other wares hence to France, which are here prohibited as well to their own subjects as to the English, except by special licence and paying eight in the 120 shillings upon a last besides over and above the ordinary customs. From this by the Intercourse the merchants should be exempt, and have their traffic free. [Three pages.]

---- Dec. 29. Paris. Sir William Pickering to same. Had received with his letter of the 22d that of his Majesty's addressed to the French King, which shall shortly be delivered. The reason of his long absence from the Court may be seen by his letters to the Council, whereby will be understood his just need. Hopes the books sent by a merchant's courier arrived in good time. As for Euclid and Machiavelli, they were so buggerly bound that he burnt them both. The King returns from Blois on the 22d of January. Cecil's friendly letters to Mr. Barnaby [Fitzpatrick] were no less praiseworthy, than a very sign of his good affection towards him. His good and gentle nature, so much inclined to virtue, promises the utter performance of all that the letter requires at his hands. Doubts not a deal but that he will follow to the uttermost point all the good exhortations. [One page and a half.]

---- Dec. 31. Bruges. Sir Thomas Chamberlain to Sir William Cecil. Recommends the bearer, Peter Paule, a mariner of this country, who during the last wars before Boulogne served the King with his ship, conveying things to and fro, for which he does not complain to be unpaid and unsatisfied, but because at one time he chanced to be taken by the French, which has been costly to him diverse ways, would crave either the King's licence to carry out certain beer or otherwise. [One page.] Notes of the several points negotiated by Sir Thomas Chamberlain in Flanders in 1551. (Extracted from the correspondence of Chamberlain between 23d October and 31st December 1551, in comparatively modern writing.) [Three pages.]

"Summaria Relatio Controversiæ inter Cæsarem et Regem Romanorum." Statement of the claims advanced by the King of the Romans in reference to his rights arising out of the succession of his father and mother, and answers thereto on part of the Emperor. [Latin. Nine pages. Copy.]

The names of the colonels and number of cavalry which Albert Marquis of Brandenburg has retained for the service of the King of England, in all 3,900. [German. One page.]

Annexed, The same in French. [One page.] Indorsed, "The names of the men of warr and coronnells of Brandenb."

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