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beeanca-writing · 4 months

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That other anon was being an asshole, but I am curious about what you had planned for EfC? Not gonna lie, I'll miss the cast—would be nice to know what happens to who!

I'm still unsure what I'll do with EfC. I might come back to it once this current period of my life is over, though it'd likely be very different. First of all, it'd be a shorter story. I'd either get rid of some of the ROs, or find some way to better integrate them into the narrative (compare Harry, who you can have this huge, important backstory with vs Val, whom I love but is also just some guy, I guess?). It'd also probably be more focused on romance since that's usually what interests me the most in IF anyway.

I also might scrap a lot of it and stick to the storylines that interest me the most—mainly the Harry stuff. A shorter game dealing with The Hedonist returning to Court and having to face Harry sounds really fun to write, and it'd be a lot less complex to plan than this whole mess. Also, Harry is definitely a more developed character than some of the other ROs. For example, I love Camila to death, but she doesn't have much significance in the story other than "The Hedonist's friend" and I was never able to find her some meaning.

I'd also make The Hedonist even more of a fixed character by getting rid of all personality stats and focusing solely on their actions instead of worrying about personality. The stats were all carried over from CoG, and it's never been something I enjoy in their brand of IF. I was going to do this anyway when I first transferred the game to Twine, but stupidly asked Tumblr what they thought and, since most people preferred keeping the stats, I did that even though I didn't really want to.

As for to what would happen to the cast... In case I do come back to EfC, I don't think this would change much, so I'll put it into a read more in case someone doesn't want to know. If anyone has any more questions, don't hesitate to ask!

Grandma would die. Sorry!

Also, Cordelia was The Hedonist's twin who drowned in front of them, but that was a bit obvious, wasn't it? I'd definitely remove that from any rewrites, it's so unnecessary and cliché.

Henry would divorce Elizabeth to be with Nicholas. The Hedonist could either support him on this or not.

Due to the divorce, the rest of the family would be disgraced in Court. Evie's reputation is a little less affected if she's still with Harry.

As I mentioned in the past, The Hedonist can choose whether to stay in Court or not at the end.

The Hedonist and Evie can repair their relationship or not. Evie eventually makes an effort to become friends with The Hedonist, and you could choose whether to play nice or not. If The Hedonist romances Harry and you manage to have a good relationship, she forgives you, but asks for some time away from both The Hedonist and Harry.

I didn't really plan Camila's character arc well. She becomes a Republican rebel and can either still be friends with The Hedonist or have distanced herself a bit if they continue to be an asshole.

Sabina can choose to no longer be a nun if encouraged either by a friend or romanced Hedonist. If you romanced her but didn't encourage her to leave the convent, she dumps you. (Note: You later find out she was forced to become a nun by her family.)

Similarly to Sabina, Narcissa can choose to break things off with the Emperor if, again, encouraged either by a friend or romanced Hedonist.

Calvin's ending is the wildest one, actually. He finds out he's a father after the boy's mother passes away. The Hedonist can either tell him to abandon the boy or tell him to raise him (if Calvin is romanced, they kind of become a step parent).

Val can be encouraged to start studying to become a librarian. Also, his whole thing is that his father is the Emperor lol

Lastly, horse boy Harry will want to divorce Evie if romanced and marry The Hedonist instead. If you refuse to marry him, he divorces her anyway but doesn't stay with The Hedonist. A friend!Harry stays with Evie, I think? I don't know.

#have fun w all this info lol

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adamsvanrhijn · 2 years

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ok this might be reaching a bit since i have not watched tga in a few months but one of the things i remember is either aunt agnes or her sister referencing Mr Van Rhijn as "not a nice man" and the implication (at least that i got from the scene) being that Agnes married Mr Van Rhijn for stability/to keep her status in the New York socialite scene. And it's been driving me up the wall wondering how this influences Oscar and his relationship with John, especially bc I personally consider Oscar to be a bit of a Mama's Boy (idk if that's accurate? bc again its been a few months lol). But anyway I was wondering on Your Take as the Non-Official Top JohnOscar Fan.

this is all So interesting to me if you are reaching i am reaching further i promise <3

so i talked a little bit about this as the show was airing... we can i think be certain that agnes married to acquire financial support and retain social status after henry made poor and also thoughtless+harsh financial decisions. & ada does say that mr. van rhijn was not "a man you would want to be alone with" which to me very much implies violence... i would think agnes did not fully find out or understand any of that until after she married him (they would be very unlikely to ever have been alone together before marriage), and i have developed the headcanon that he was someone who was generally very charming in public

i definitely also vibe with the oscar van rhijn mama's boy take - tumblr user @whartonists has a post on this somewhere that brings up related contemporary perceptions of oscar wilde as well

i have also talked a little bit about how john adams is, we can but not necessarily should (watch that not stop me) Assume, if connected to the adams family / having grown up in or adjacent to the existing 4th+5th generation adamses (note he cannot neatly slot in to either generation irl on a mathematical basis alone), someone who has grown up to idealize love match marriages between two people who emotionally and intellectually complement one another - main example here being the john adams/abigail adams relationship (which was by the 1880s fairly well known literally nationwide [their letters were published in like the 1840s]) and it is well documented that irl later generation adamses were raised on previous family personal and political writing including and especially theirs, who are john's great great paternal grandparents, and in particular brought up in a way where the expectation was you would as an adult follow in family traditions and retain family values to respect+represent+carry forward the family legacy

and those ideas are just absolutely totally contrary to how we see oscar pursue gladys in s1 - as a matter of fact, jf word of god is that part of john's objection to oscar marrying is that it wouldn't be Fair To Gladys! it is also of course very deeply and primarily rooted in his desire to remain with oscar and maintain their own personal status quo, but if we trust wog we can absolutely say that he is approaching this with a different mental (and likely moral) framework for what marriage should be

oscar clearly is not considering love as an element of marriage at all, though he is considering temperament - he would like to at least get along with his wife (gladys Seems Nice, & he enjoys talking with her) whom he is Marrying for money & status (Status As Normal)

but i do think his love for john is influencing his decision here. their first scene alone at home together is oscar deflecting from explaining his intent to marry and asap to john and then immediately prioritizing his relationship with john; in the first episode where he and john actually talk about this he brings up that "we" always knew "we" would have to marry eventually... but then he doesn't, at least to date, pressure john At All to himself marry or pursue it once it becomes clear that john has no interest in that. my interpretation of this is that oscar [feels that he is] is Taking One For The Team.

and more explicitly than that, in 1.08 he is trying to get out of a discussion with john but also i really do not think he is lying when he says that he wants what is best for john! and i certainly do not think he is lying when he indicates he is concerned about rumors concerning both of them - "as we get older".

i would guess oscar has always had a utilitarian view of marriage and that this very much is based on agnes's own marriage specifically, but also, he isn't really wrong! he says himself that plenty of men in their situation have made the same decision, and though he doesn't say this part out loud, i definitely think he sees it as a decision made to maintain social status and public life but also to protect themselves - love is simply not in the equation

he wants a convenient marriage with a woman he likes, and he wants to fall in line with the society around him, to say nothing of the $$$ aspect - and i also think he sees this as benevolent toward whoever the wife ends up being! obviously a woman Must Marry, and he is providing a Name as well as offering companionship where he presumably isn't going to be a harsh or unkind or controlling husband - certainly he isn't going to prioritize being sexually satisfied by her. his gig is pretty good he thinks!

and then.

he also sees it as benevolent Toward John. like i said i think he thinks he is taking one for the team here - john clearly isn't going to marry and isn't interested in it and isn't Reasonable or Rational for that, but, oscar is going to take that task on and do that for him - to avoid people Wondering and to keep their relationship going in a way that is safe and protected

i don't think it's half as simple as how he is envisioning it in his head, but i do think that, while he really doesn't care about the Morals of his situation, he doesn't really think he's doing anything Bad either! he's not going to mistreat his wife (the bar is underground but the fact remains that a lot of men could not get over it.) he's still going to be with john... i think he thinks he's being generous here and meeting every party's best interests regardless of whether they agree with him or not

and, like his mother, his marriage is also supposed to be something that protects him himself first and foremost, providing financial power and eliminating suspicion as to his sex life and the kind of man that he is.

#johnoscar tag #oscar van rhijn tag #john adams tag

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ladymarycrawleyofdownton · 2 years

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Downton Abbey: A New Era Review with SPOILERS

I’m conflicted because on the one hand I enjoyed it but I feel like it broke more than it fixed. Let’s start with the things I liked and the little moments that made me smile.

• I love that Edith’s writing again. This was my biggest complaint for the first film, that she was unhappy and had left her job at the magazine.

• I love that Bertie & Edith’s son is called Peter after Bertie’s cousin.

• I love seeing Mr Mason back, even if he’s storyline wasn’t that interesting.

• I love seeing Andy read the newspaper.

• I love that Molesley and Baxter are finally getting married. This is what everyone has been waiting for.

• Most of all I loved seeing Violet take care of Sybbie by making her the soul heiress of the villa. Julian did good there, fixing a problem that I hadn’t realised.

• I loved seeing Mary be her own woman, being the lady of the house. The line “I like them handsome” lives rent free in my mind. I loved her moments with Mr Barber, which is surprising because I’m a huge Mary and Henry shipper but Hugh Dancy can make anyone love him.

• I loved Hugh Dancy’s character Mr Barber the director and producer and I love the main actress of The Gambler, Myrna Dalgleish. I think her storyline was so moving and I really liked her by the end of it. Her connection with Daisy was EVERYTHING.

• Of course I didn’t like Violet actually dying, but I think her death was handled with as much grace and happy tears as possible. Mary and Edith’s hug BROKE ME. I think I might cry now just thinking about it.

Now, onto things I didn’t like or rather I hated…

• What do you mean Henry Talbot is not fucking obsessed with his wife and he’s racing in Istanbul while Tom’s wedding is happening? Now, let’s get something straight, I know that Matthew Goode was busy filming The Offer, but there is no way in hell that Henry would had missed Tom’s wedding nor would he had missed Violet’s funeral. He would NEVER. I think Julian handled that very poorly. I get it, the actor wasn’t available but the characters could’ve called or he could’ve sent an emotional telegram.

• Robert and Cora’s storylines were horrible and pointless. What do you mean she’s dying? What do you mean he might be somebody else’s son? That was horrible to watch. And why so much suspense? He could’ve asked her mother right away. As I said, pointless and horrible.

• Tom’s line wondering if Violet’s generosity was suspicious???? Huh???? She loves her family. She’s shown that all throughout te series. She’s shown Tom kindness and generosity ever since he became Sybil’s husband. She got him back into the house in season 3, she got him the job as the agent and now she gives his child the inheritance she deserves.

• So you’re telling me that Mr Barrow is going to leave with a man that he doesn’t know nor has he shown that much interest in but he’s gay just like him so he leaves. He leaves the only family he’s ever known, he leaves George with whom he had such a wonderful connection with and we still didn’t get a proper goodbye between them. That was sad. If he had left with Richard Ellis, that’s one thing. But Guy? He rans away with a guy named Guy, which I know isn’t his actual name but it’s ridiculous anyway. And now because of this Andy is supposed to be the butler? Oh you must be joking. Mary and Barrow worked well as Lady of the house and butler. They have the same vibe. They work. I don’t know how else to explain it. Andy could never be the butler, that’s ridiculous. I much rather they bring another actor to play the new butler.

Okay, I’m done for now. I might change my mind, I might like it more as time goes on but it frustrated me so much during so many scenes that I don’t know how to feel about it.

#downton abbey #downton abbey a new era #downton abbey 2 #review #downton abbey review #movie #film #lady mary talbot #lady mary crawley #michelle dockery #hugh dancy #henry talbot #cobert #robert crawley #cora crawley #lady grantham #violet #the dowager countess #violet crawley

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Tiny Vol. 2: Kal + Will

you can read the first instalment of Tiny here!

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! All the love for our sweet bear and Henry of course! And baby Will my new fave 😍

Warnings: Premature labour, a LOT of fluff

as a family of three, you, Henry and Kal were the dream team

Kal had of course taken to you the moment you’d met him

a lot of the time Henry claimed you were more loving towards the big bear than him; “I’m your actual boyfriend, remember?”

Kal naturally being part of your inevitable wedding

hell, he was likely part of the proposal, as role of The Distractor, while Henry would wait on bended knee behind you

Kal knew that he didn’t have a place on the big kingsize bed, but that never stopped him from standing by the closed door of the bedroom whenever you and Henry were occupying it, waiting for either an invitation for cuddles, or for your day to start so he could have some company

and any available snacks, of course

On Henry’s birthday, just over a year into your marriage, you’d bribed the Akita with an extra large prime rib steak in the kitchen so that he could stay content downstairs, while you kept Henry more than content upstairs

It was only 3 weeks later that Kal started to press his large head onto your stomach

at first it was endearing, but over time he became persistent and Henry often had to get him to heel so that he would keep out of your way

it was only one missed period later that you realised your fluffy companion might have been onto something

with a fairly tame schedule for now, you and Henry had stopped “not trying” for a baby, deciding instead to just let it happen when it happened

and somehow Kal had been the first to find out that it had indeed, happened

over the next few weeks and months, it wasn’t just your large, concerned husband that was protective over you, but your bear of a dog too

by the time you were showing, Kal was in full guard dog form, growling at anyone who expressed any form of interest towards your growing belly

even Henry was on the receiving end of a warning growl now and then

but most of the time, Kal knew that Henry was likely safe, based on the look of love he often saw on his owner’s face towards you, and the special little moments his two humans have together with whatever is blooming within you

any strangers that get close to you would face the wrath of Kal because if whatever is happening gets this much love and attention, then it must be special to his Henry and his Mama

Kal hangs around you a lot, favouring you over Henry, especially in your last trimester

which makes Henry pout because damn it, Kal is taking his place most of the time

“Only because i’m carrying a little you.” you’d reassure your husband “he’ll be back to his Henry-loving ways after baby’s born.”

Kal often lays his big head on your bump when Henry isn’t there because he knows you’ll let him get away with it

but if Henry spots him he receives a “Kal, off!” just for your goofy husband to rest his own head there instead, chattering to the baby about things that sometimes have you falling asleep

his voice is soothing, yes

but his video game talk is just the perfect soundtrack for a nap

you get slower and slower as you enter the last few months

soon its just Kal and Henry going for walks together at the park

your bear always whined to you, pawing at your lap as you curl up on the sofa, while Henry would attempt to nod him over to the door

“Mumma can’t come today, she’s staying here with the baby. But she’ll call us if anything happens”

You get a soft kiss on the lips from one member of your family, and a lick on the hand from the fluffier one

Did you know it was Kal who saved the day, the morning you went into early labour?

you’d winced at a small twinge of pain, and then groaned out loud, taken by surprise as you had just been peeling some apples to be made into a stew

the sun was rising slowly, glinting the dewy grass out in the garden, your favourite view from the kitchen window

Henry was in his study, a floor up, with headphones on, completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs

clinging to a table, you’d started to feel tight pain across your belly, issuing you with a mild dose of panic

of course, as Kal has been by your side for the past few months, he’s right there in an instant

he rushes over to you, sensing that something is wrong, watching you as you attempt to sit down on the floor to try and take control of the pain

he had pressed his big head to yours, nudging you as if to ask what he should do

“Get henry, go get Henry, Kal”

you didn’t have to tell him twice

he’d bolted to the study seeking out henry, knocking over everything he flies past, running as fast as he possibly can within the confines of the walls in the house

he was loudly barking the whole time, knowing that right now you are in jeopardy and that his Henry is your only saving grace

he’d burst into Henry’s study nearly knocking the door off its hinges, almost jumping onto Henry’s lap

immediately Henry knew that something was wrong

normally a gentle giant around the house, Kal is bumping into things trying to reach his master, to get you the help you needed from Henry

“Kal, Kal show me where, what’s wrong. Is it Y/N? The baby? Mumma?”

He received a large bark in return, before Kal was rushing back to the kitchen to show his Henry where you were

Henry had raced behind Kal to where you were, panicking as he heard you call for him weakly

he eventually found you, sitting on the kitchen floor and clutching your belly in pain

Kal had stood by the door, watching Henry take over, his muscular form lifting you up and holding you close to get you to safety over on a soft chair

“it’s too early love, it’s got to be false contractions”

“they don’t feel false”

Kal had watched as Henry made a couple of calls, with sweat collecting at his brow

He had then spent a few moments with you, counting and calculating timings on his watch while you’d cried “it can’t be time, he’s not ready Henry”

Kal watched his Henry take your hands and stay close to you, trying to keep calm on the surface while making you a myriad of promises

just 10 minutes later, Kal had been left in the house alone

his only hope was that you and his Henry will be okay when you return

he’d had a strange few days at a friend’s house

their garden was smaller and they had a cat, but Kal hadn't minded them too much

he had still been concerned about where his Henry and his Y/N went so suddenly

and why did you not want to take him with you?

On the Tuesday, Kal hears the words “You’re going back home today, to see your parents! And they have your baby brother waiting there too!”

Kal was delivered back home that afternoon, and comes bounding into the house, making a beeline for Henry who was waiting by the front door to greet his furry friend

You had stayed upstairs in the master bedroom with Will, making sure he was safe from the inevitable commotion downstairs

You’d heard Henry embrace Kal, talking to him like an old friend whom he hadn't seen in years

Kal was so riled up from being away for so long, and Henry still in a lovestruck daze from the last 72 hours

“I know we were gone so suddenly, but everything is okay. We’re back now, and we have someone special we want you to meet” you can hear your husband speak excitedly to the bear

Kal had whined in retaliation, as if to ask "why did you leave me, Henry? What could have possibly been so important?”

“Kal” and it’s Henry’s no nonsense voice that you’d recognised this time; “Your baby brother is upstairs with Mum but he is very little. Very, very small. And you’re a big bear. So we’re going to be calm. Okay? Calm and gentle bear, good boy.”

Henry's footsteps and the tinkling of Kal’s collar were becoming clearer and clearer before the door to the master bedroom creaks open

and there stands Kal in all his fluffy glory

Henry is right by him, watching over every move Kal makes, with baited breath in case he decides to make a running leap towards you and your tiny bundle of joy

Henry had looked up to you with a gentle grin, ensuring the door was left open in the event of any sporadic movements, particularly if Kal wasn’t interested in this new person after all

“Knock knock, Kal’s promised to be good if he wants to see his brother”

Kal wants to jump up onto the bed but he knows he can’t, no matter how curious he is

so he just waits patiently by the bed, because whatever you were holding seems important, especially given that Henry is being very stern with him

maybe this is the special thing that his Henry and Y/N had loved so much

he looks up at you as you lean down enough for him to see the baby’s little face

“Kal, this is your baby brother. This is who all the fuss has been about. he’ll be able to play with you some day, when he’s a bit bigger.”

Kal blinks, taking the situation in

A new smell, a new person

A new, tiny Henry

At this realisation, he fondly rested his head in your lap right next to Will, receiving praise from Henry “easy boy, good boy Kal”

Kal makes an oath there and then to protect his tiny Henry

He sniffed a blanketed foot carefully, nuzzling it before staring at your sweet baby’s face

You look up at Henry briefly, and he’s already watching you as the rest of the scene plays out

“I think our boys are going to get along just fine” you murmur, basking in the fond greeting between Kal and baby Cavill

only for it to end a moment later when your son squeaks the quietest noise, causing Kal to back up quickly, shocked by the sound

“Ohh, are you saying hello to Kal honey? He is so gentle and fluffy isn’t he?” you’d cooed to the fidgeting bundle in your arms

“i think it’s Kal who needs to watch out around here now” Henry comments with a grin

Whenever Henry goes out to play fetch with Kal in the huge garden - it may as well be a football field - you’d watch carefully from the balcony window while cradling Will, pointing out his how his Daddy throws a ball or a stick, and how clever Kal is for fetching and returning it

whenever your older boys are done, they both scramble to be first back to see you and the youngest of the Cavill pack

Will is often found snoozing, giving Kal the perfect excuse to curl up right alongside his crib him to protect him, should anything threaten his soft sleepy snores

And if Will is sleeping in the crib in the master bedroom right beside you and Henry, Kal paws at the door until he is let in, taking his rightful spot curled up beside his new best friend

If you or Henry, or a loving relative or friend is holding him, there is Kal right by their side, as if to stake his claim; “this is my baby”

In the middle of the night when Will starts crying, Kal is there first to check on his tiny Henry before he runs for immediate assistance

cue Henry having tripped over Kal in the middle of the night several times now, as Kal had rushed to the master bedroom and Henry having rushed out of it in the dark

Usually the consequences involve Henry taking a bump to his shin or his head, with you having to get up, turn the light on and fetch a crying baby Will

So yes, Kal is in the nursery a lot of the time and yes, you need to install a couple of night lights in the hallways so that Henry doesn’t ultimately fall down the stairs or continue to injure himself via a fluffy Kal on a rescue mission

Henry always exclaims the next morning “I can’t believe he’s always in the room”

Which makes you laugh, replying “You’re just jealous he loves Will more than you now. I have to say Will is taking the badge for favourite Cavill of the month in this household”

Will sleeps a lot, and when Kal eventually gets bored, he sticks his big head into the crib, panting and waiting for his tiny Henry to pay him some attention

when you catch him, you rub his big head, letting him sit on the bed while you cradle a snoozing Will

however if Henry catches Kal with his head in the crib? Kal is out of the nursery for the rest of the day

“He can’t stick his head in like that, I’m not having him hurting Junior, accident or not”

So you need to unite your parenting tactics to train your dog before you use them to parent Will

When he’s not in his crib, Will is in one of the new moving cribs that Henry had researched to death before ordering and consequently building himself

That was an especially hot day in your pregnancy, and it was in December

Kal often just lays and watches his little best friend in it for as long as he likes, as he soon realises his large Henry will allow him to do that

sometimes you see Will laying in the crib with lots of dog toys around him

courtesy of Kal, of course

typically, Henry will be around to supervise, always thanking Kal on Junior’s behalf, engaging his two dependents in conversation; “oh look another toy, Will. Thank you Kal”

Kal would already be out of the room to fetch another toy while tiny Will is taking a hardcore nap

feeding and putting weight on is hard work!!

Henry definitely gets a few stares at the park now; a big beefy man, pushing a high-tech stroller, alongside an absolute unit of a dog

Kal is obedient as always, walking nicely beside the stroller with his two Henrys

he’s not even tempted by puddles or ducks or squirrels

his focus is on his best friends, especially the one wearing their brand new sweater to signify his move to newborn sized clothing at the age of 9 weeks

he loves watching his Henry and his Mama celebrate his tiny best friend, no matter how small their achievements - or sweaters - are

Kal is always gonna look out for his large Henry and his new tiny Henry, who both have the same dark curls and sparkly eyes

He is just the most wonderful big brother you could ever have wished for your little boy, and you’re sure they will get into heaps of laughs and trouble when Will grows up to become a rambunctious toddler, with peels of giggles coming from wherever the two will be playing together

Kal has the patience of a saint, and it’s why you don’t worry at all when you find out a couple years later, that there will be two more little Henry’s for him to play with and guard, with his whole fluffy being

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write-r-die · 2 years

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Prisoner - Part 24

Masterlist - By Tomorrow - Previous Chapter

So I started this story exactly a year ago and I want to thank everyone for sticking with it. My friends haven’t read it so your feedback is what keeps me going! I think this is one of the best stories I’ve written and I really hope I can get it published one day (after a shitload of edits and name changes). This chapter is dumb but good stuff is on the way! (I’m serious this time).

Thomasin stared at the ceiling as she thought about Simon and Charlie and Henry and why they’d come to England. She did it every night since her husband left.

She resented all three of them, even Henry, for attacking her people and destroying her country without mercy or cause. But it wasn’t for vanity’s sake that any of the brothers came to her shores, and that counted for something.

It seemed to her that all the other Normans came to England for riches and glory. The Cavills came because they simply could not stay in Normandy.

She thought about Roger, too. Was it a sense of duty that brought him here? She didn’t believe that he enjoyed this campaign – or violence of any kind. So why wasn’t he here? Did he feel trapped in Normandy the way Charlie had? Did he feel that he simply couldn’t stay?

Thomasin spent most of her life in isolation, but it wasn’t until she met Henry that she ever felt lonely. Once she knew what it was like to have someone of her own, she knew how painful it was to be alone. And these nights without him were torture.

Kal’s companionship simply wasn’t enough, and he’d be of more use protecting his master in the wild than babysitting her here in London.

She did her best not to dwell on Hammond, whom she loved and hated in equal measure. He had no place in this Norman world. Neither did she. But Thomasin could at least accept her fate. She’d already accepted an invader as her husband, hadn’t she?

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Thomasin woke to Etheldreda’s gentle prodding. “Milady. It’s well past dawn.”

Thomasin’s mouth was dry and her limbs stiff, a sign that she had been dead asleep – and probably drooling. “Is it?” She was a heavy sleeper but usually an early riser, but lately she woke in the middle of the night and fell asleep sometimes during the day.

“Come, milady. I’ve prepared your bath.” Etheldreda guided her half-sleeping mistress into the steaming water. Tom hissed at the unbearable heat but felt her muscles melt into it only a heartbeat later. “Have you not been sleeping well?” the servant asked.

“Very well, actually,” Thomasin said. She slid down in the tub and submerged her abundant hair. “I think that’s the problem.”

“Mmm.” Etheldreda worked the floral soap into a lather and massaged it into her lady’s scalp. “Milady,” the servant said cautiously; Thomasin didn’t open her eyes. “There hasn’t been blood on your sheets in a long while.”

Thomasin did open her eyes now; she fixed them on the ceiling. She’d been dreading this conversation for days now, for her maid would certainly be the first to catch on. “No, there hasn’t.”

Etheldreda grinned widely. “Perhaps it is time to speak with Lady Elaine about what condition you might be in. I know for a fact that she has some sort of test to determine whether or not a woman is–”

“I will not be speaking to Lady Elaine,” Thomasin said sharply. “She has enough to worry about without my burdening her.”

“It won’t be a burden,” Etheldreda insisted. “Lady Elaine will be pleased to help you. A child –”

Thomasin held her hand up for silence. “I don’t wish to discuss this anymore.” Her tone was far harsher than it should be. Etheldreda only meant well.

But frankly, she was afraid of the answer Elaine would give her.

If she was in the family way, she would be angry and terrified. She wasn’t ready to be a mother, not now, not with everything being the way it was. She was afraid to risk her life in childbirth. She would be resentful of a child for coming now, for being forced to dedicate her whole being to it after her previous life was ripped away so recently. And her marriage to Henry was still so new – she wanted it to just be the two of them, just for a little while, at least until things settled.

If she was not with child, she would be painfully disappointed, though she couldn’t think of a real reason why. Maybe she was lonely. Maybe she was desperate for a new family to fill the hole left behind by the family she lost. Maybe she was afraid of letting her husband down.

Thomasin spent a long time drying herself in front of the fire as Etheldreda went about cleaning the chamber.

“Etheldreda,” Thomasin asked as her maid braided her hair back, “do you have children?”

“Oh, yes!” the servant replied. “I had six of them. Four by my first husband and two by my second.”

“Where are they now?”

“My oldest boy is a metalworker in town. His brother assists the stablemaster here at the castle. The three girls all have young children.”

Thomasin smiled at her maid’s obvious pride. It fell away. “Five,” she said. “That’s only five children. What about the sixth?”

Etheldreda was quiet for so long that Thomasin thought to ask her question again. “He was a sickly boy,” the maid said. “He took ill in his third summer and died.”

This was something Thomasin hadn’t thought about.

Children died all the time. Thomasin’s own parents lost their first little girl before any of the others were born, and her mother gave birth to a stillborn boy when Thomasin was ten years of age. Thomasin’s mother took a fever and died a few days later.

But not only did Tom have to worry about her own death, no – she would have to worry about the child’s, too.

She couldn’t withstand anymore heartbreak. She wasn’t strong enough. Over the past few years parts of her life were taken away one by one as if tearing feathers from the wings of a live bird, and the last six months in particular were almost too much to bear. And the loss of a child . . .

She tried to imagine what would happen if little Mercia passed on, if Elaine would be able to live without her, but her mind refused to conjure such an image.

Thomasin had trouble breathing. Suddenly it felt like she was back in the secret passage under the chapel at home, surrounded by pitch black and tight walls that seemed to grow tighter every moment.

She couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t.

***

They cleaned and dressed Roger’s wound constantly, but by dawn on the third day the fever had taken hold.

Roger himself was in high spirits, all things considered. He worked diligently to distract himself, primarily by playing cards. Most of the group was happy to oblige him, though Charlie had a difficult time hiding his feelings behind a smile.

The hallucinations started slowly at first – Roger called people by the wrong name or behaved as if he was still in Normandy. A few times, he asked someone to fetch his mother. “She’ll know how to fix this gash,” he’d say. His friends corrected him at first, though as the fever worsened, they slowly started to give up.

Edwin had no interest in any of it. He was disquieted. “If we stay here, we risk losing Hammond. He’ll flee north to Scotland,” he hissed. It was the middle of the night, exactly two days after Roger was injured. Henry and the others had spent most of the day digging one large grave for their fallen comrades.

“He won’t flee,” Henry said, sighing.

“Then he’ll come back and strike again while we’re down.”

“He won’t come back.”

“Are you sure?” Edwin said, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s what Lawrence would do. It’s what I would do. It’s what your brother Charlie would do.” Henry said nothing. “We don’t know him. We don’t know how his mind works. We can only rely on our instincts to predict his movement, and my instincts are telling me he’s either fled north or he’s waiting in the wings to attack again.”

Henry shook his head. “He’s in the woods somewhere. If he hasn’t returned to his family’s keep. That’s where we will meet him again.”

Edwin looked murderous. “This is precisely why William sent me on this mission. To keep you from dragging your feet.”

“Dragging my feet? My kinsman may die and you call it dragging my feet?”

“Would you have stayed so long if it were my kinsman? If it were Lawrence?” Edwin and Lawrence were distant cousins, but he neither one of them was the sort to mourn a peripheral relative.

“You’re welcome to go hunt him down,” Henry said. “I will stay here with my friend.”

Another two days later, Henry emerged from Roger’s tent just as dusk was falling.

The handful of men that Edwin sent out to scout returned with rabbits and birds for supper. The men sat in clumps around the three fires, except for Jamie.

Henry found his squire sitting against a tree, his expression pensive. “Jamie?” he asked. The boy looked up as Henry took a seat near him. “What ails you?”

Jamie looked up. “Nothing, milord.”

“You’re a poor liar, Jamie. It’s no wonder you bleed coins when you play at cards.”

“You have enough on your mind, my lord,” Jamie said, shaking his head. “I cannot add my troubles to the mix.”

“You can and you will.” Henry took the waterskin nearby and started to wash his face and neck. “Out with it.”

“I did not think I would care the first time I killed a man,” he said. “Crispin has killed three and he is proud of it,” he said, nodding to where the squire was practicing archery. “But it troubles me.”

Henry looked into the fire and frowned. “Do you know why I chose you as my squire?” He looked back at Jamie, who mutely shook his head. “Because of your conscience. Men like Crispin and Charlie were created to be soldiers. You and I were not.”

“You’ve seen yourself that many men can lose themselves in battle. They seem almost to go mad.”

Jamie was silent.

“You gave him a quick death. That is an act of mercy in and of itself.” He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “And you saved my life. I am in your debt, my friend.”

Roger started shouting nonsense from inside his tent. “Not from outside! You can’t let her in! Mother!”

Jamie looked over his shoulder toward the source of the sound. Henry hung his head.

Charlie, who was sitting in the tent with him, quieted him almost immediately, but the damage was already done. Everyone’s mood fell into a quiet, palpable mix of pity and discomfort.

Jamie looked to his master. Henry pretended not to notice and kept his eyes fixed on the small campfire a few feet away. “You should eat something,” he said. “Then try to sleep. We’ll have a long night ahead of us.”

They only had an hour or two to themselves before Roger woke them screaming.

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mrs-cavill-wife · 3 years

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Safe And Happy (One Shot)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Barbara)

Warning: Language. Fluff. Minor Injury. Zombie Apocalypse. Gun shot. Persecution. Please, say if I miss something.

Author's Note: My second fanfic, YAY! Henry is not a celebrity in this fanfic. Duh! It's a zombie apocalypse so it's kinda obvious but I wanted to say it anyway. Hope you guys enjoy it and reblog if you do. I'm all ears to feedback!

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Summary: The world is a dangerous place now, but in the arms of the man she loves, she always finds security.

Barbara's P.O.V

Shit. I miss when the world used to be good. It was never perfect but no doubt it were way better than now.

An zombie apocalypse, who could have imagined that this could actually happen? Who knew that one day I would be armed, with a "beautiful" wound on my leg, hiding in an abandoned store, running away from a horde of about fifty zombies, crazy and thirsty for some human flesh.

I got hurt entering here, there was a piece of wood that grazed my leg, but luckily I had some bandage on the bag, I tied it to my leg to stop the blood. I looked at my leg and sighed, frustrated with myself.

"What the fuck dressing did you do, huh? My man is going to be pissed"

I live with my boyfriend, well husband, wasn't exactly official but we are together, he's amazing with dressings, but of course, I never pay attention when he tried to explain it to me. I'm hiding, trying to calm my breathing and think of a new plan, I don't know if I'll be able to run with my leg like that, but I think partially, it's really my fault. I'm often on those situations, I have my skills but I might not be the best, I still remember when I meet my boyfriend, on this type of shit cliche situation, today I don't complain for being dumb back there..

We met a year ago, I was running away.. again. I remember going into a dead end street, my gun had only two bullets left, I managed to kill some of those brain eaters, but I had about ten still behind me. I was already out of breath and couldn't think of anything else.

It was all very fast, suddenly my hero appeared, super skilled, I can't say where he came from but he managed to cut the heads of some of them, cut one in half, he stopped in front of me and fired with a super powerful machine gun, spilling a little blood and a disgusting substance on both of us.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

He spoke to me after all those butchers fell dead. I was in shock but in seconds, I regained consciousness and was able to notice the man in front of me.

Broad back, fair skin, incredibly neat curly hair, a sharp jawline that could cut my soul, kissable lips.. a beautiful ax, a weapons in the waistband and at least two powerful shotguns in the back. The sun was setting and the light reflected in his eyes. The brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. There was a small brown part in one of them, I had heard about cases of heterochromia, but it was the first time that I saw it right in front of me.

"Your eyes are so beautiful.."

He laughed softly and a little shy. The sweetest laugh I've heard. Oh God, he's so wonderful, I think I died and went to heaven and that angel came to receive me. Maybe I'm not too unlucky after all.. wait, what did I just said? Oh fuck, what a good way of cause a first impression. First you almost die then act like a dumb ass needy teen. I rolled my eyes realizing what I done and he touched my arm.

"Thank you, you're beautiful too.. but are you hurt? What are you doing all by yourself?"

I nodded looking down and blushing red like a tomato.

"Huh I'm fine. I was searching for a place to stay. I heard on radio there was a small group of survivors around here. I'm always alone, so I decided to look for it but I obviously didn't payed attention on the munition I had before risking my butt."

He giggled and soft touched my cheek, wiping away some of the dirty. Gosh, I'm not going to handle and he's not making it easy..

"So it's your lucky day, pretty girl. I am from that group of survivors. They always told me to go round and look for possible new survivors."

I looked at him frowning.

"Now it's my time to ask. All by yourself? Why?"

And he smirked, looking like a made a silly question. Your hot bastard.

"I'm a prepared person. Not bragging but I always check my munition"

Touchee. I crossed my arms looking at him, trying to keep my posture but I was really melting inside.

We heard a loud noise, making us concerned. He grabbed my hand and started walking.

"It doesn't seem far, we must walk. Let's go"

"Where are you taking me? I.. I don't even know your name?"

I stopped moving and he stopped looking a little mad then he sighed.

"I will take you to our shelter. I saved you, you can trust me. We both need a bath and some rest.. and I'm Henry."

He said smiling and I nodded starting to walk by his side.

That day, he took me to the survivors. There were at least four people, some couples and children, all of whom welcomed me very well. But despite that, I thought about leaving the next day, I was always alone and until then, it was how I wanted to be and I would be like this today, if Henry hadn't insisted that I stay. I said I would stay for some days but during that, he convinced me to stay for more weeks and when I realized, we were closer than ever. Actually, those days made me found love. One of the guys of the shelter was a priest before the world was destroyed, Henry and I decided to get married and so it happened. Simple but a beautiful ceremony.

After a few years, we both decided to leave, maybe it was not a smart idea in the current situation, but we were certain of it, so we did. It was difficult, at first from hiding to hiding, sleeping on uncomfortable places, sometimes without enough food for both, we almost died a few times but together, yes, we were unbeatable. But finally, we got a place, safe enough to call home.

Henry's P.O.V

One hour left. I trust her, she's a little clumsy but my girl knows what to do, I taught her some tricks when we met but still, my heart is desperate. Today I received a radio message, it was Stuart, a partner, we have known each other since I was part of a group of survivors, he provided us with food, ammunition and weapons from time to time, even now that I am no longer part of the group, he's a great friend. I always went to get it, alone, I didn't want to risk seeing my Barbara hurt. But today, Stuart said he couldn't come, because of some injuries, so I would have to go, but Barbara decided that her chance to do it this time.

"Barbara.. baby, you don't have to.."

I remember I said trying don't sound like I was doubting her capacities.

"Well on my mind, I do need. You always do that, I feel useless, I'm no princess in danger, i can do that"

I got closer touching her back while she packed her bag with "travel" supplies. She looked at me, touched my face and smiled. I love this smile.

"I'll be alright, I know that area is dangerous but you know I know the way and I had a good survivor teacher"

She said and wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her feeling defeated. She never had to say much to convince me of anything. I know she was feeling bad about me doing the hard work and I think she deserves a chance. I need to show I really trust her.

"I will be counting the seconds.."

I sighed and she smiled widely packing my lips many times. She grabbed her bag, her gun and went through the door but before leaving she looked at me one last time.

"I love you"

We both said at same time, making our hearts beat at same rhythm.

She gonna be alright, I know.. at least I hope.

Barbara's P.O.V

I heard a small noise that made me wake up. I dozed off for a while when I expected the horde to calm down and preferably leave. I got up and checked outside by one of the windows. Empty. Thank God. My leg didn't hurt so much anymore, but the fact that the street was clean was a relief to m. I wouldn't have to run, just be careful.

I opened my bag and ate a chocolate bar. Stuart wasn't lying when he said that had good things this time, I got things I hadn't ete in years. I left the store quickly after eating and started walking my way back home.

I was almost closer, I smiled seeing my home. Finally, safe house. when I got on the home's street, had three zombies, between me and my house. Great.

I tried to carefully pass behind them, I was almost there, but again, I didn't pay enough attention, I tripped over something and fell to the floor, over my injured leg, I couldn't contain the scream. They heard and were already walking towards me. F U C K M E.

I looked at my house. It's not so far, I can do it. I ran, fast as I could, my leg was hurting a lot, the bandage already red with my blood but I did it. I could climb the special secret passage through the wall and done. I layed in the grass for a second trying to recover my breath, closing my eyes, finally feeling safe then something fell on top of me. I got scared until I could open my eyes. A beast. A fluffy beast.

"Hey Kal, you scared me baby"

I hugged the big black and white American Akita. It's mine and Henry's dog, our loyal companion, our dog son. We found him on our away to find a new safe place, he were a little injured on the front paws. Of course we felt in love with him and took care of him, we had to keep him and we did.

I petted him a little more before getting up.

"Alright, mommy needs a good break now. Promise to play later. Where's daddy? He had a heart attack?"

Oh he will when see my situation. I walked to inside our house and pulled the food supplies on the kitchen. I was focused until I hear the shower on bathroom upstairs. I smiled.

"What a good way of relax, huh?"

I walked upstairs, taking off my clothes though the way. When I opened the bathrooms door, I was fully naked. Oh that vision. My man, all naked.. that furry defined abs, those strong muscles.. that round booty.. and that big veiny dick, shit, even soft he's huge.. I'm so freaking lucky.

I licked my lips and tried to close the door softly but i ended up making noises.

"Thought I had told you need to be stealthy"

When I turned around, he was looking at me, with those gorgeous eyes that left me speachless since first time. Then he's face changed to worried and I realized he were looking at my wounded leg.

"Barbara, what the fuck just happened?"

I rolled my eyes then got into the shower with him. Before he could say something, I kissed him softly. He kissed me back of some type of way that I could feel how worried he were. Was a intense kiss, our tongues battling against each other, oxygen wasn't this necessary for us at this point. He quickly grabbed me tight and gave me a little boost then I had my legs wrapped around his waist. We ended our kisses with soft pecks and smiles. I looked at him. He had one hand around my back and another softly rubbing closer my wound.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

I smiled way more with his soft voice and nodded.

"Yes, now I'm safe and happy"

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shredsandpatches · 2 years

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fic: smale fowles maken melodye (1350 words, rated G)

This fic was inspired by this fantastic drawing by @sekihamsterdiestwice! I had one particular headcanon about Richard that I felt would make for a very amusing juxtaposition with the picture, and I decided: why not write about it?

"Where did you even get that thing?" Robert exclaims, wincing at the discordant sounds coming from the small gittern Richard is tunelessly strumming. He is lounging with Anne on a small cushioned bench in their small enclosed garden, beneath a trellis covered in roses, a crown of roses on his head and a single rose in Anne's hair—a lovely sight, if you could somehow contrive to disengage your ears. Perhaps Anne has just such a skill, as she is leaning on his shoulder, smiling blissfully and making no sign that she's bothered by her husband's cold-blooded torture of an innocent stringed instrument. Robert makes a note to himself to ask her to teach him. Of course, she's wearing her hair in thick braids coiled over her ears and held in place by a golden hairnet, so perhaps that mitigates the worst of the effects.

"Didn't you take music lessons as a boy?" Richard says, his fingers pausing mercifully on the strings.

"Of course I did!" Robert says. "Mine actually worked, though."

"Unlike your lessons in tact and courtly manners, I see." Richard grins and punctuates his remark with another sound that might, if you were generous, be called a chord. "Are you going to come and sit with us, or aren't you?"

"We all have our strengths and weaknesses," Robert says, flopping down on the soft grass at Richard's feet.

"I think it is sweet, anyway," Anne says. "Has he never serenaded you?"

"No, thank God," Robert says, scooting out of the way just in time to avoid Richard's foot.

"A grievous oversight, on my part," Richard says. "I'll have to remedy it immediately." He resumes his strumming, accompanying himself as he sings in a light, clear tenor:

"Gais et jolis, liés, chantant et joieus..."

It would be quite lovely, really, if it could adhere to a melody for more than a few notes, and unfortunately this particular melody is a winding thread that, in Richard's mouth, quickly tangles and loses track of itself, not helped by Richard's on-the-fly efforts to modify the lyrics for a male beloved. All three are giggling when Richard breaks off after a few lines. Robert leans over to rest his head in Richard's lap, and Richard drapes an arm over his shoulder.

"Well, you tried your best," Robert says.

"That is the important part," Anne adds, leaning in and kissing Richard on the cheek.

Richard strokes Robert's hair. "Nobody tell Henry Bolingbroke, though," he says, although his good mood remains unbroken—Robert can hear the smile in his voice. Anne and himself are the only people allowed to tease Richard this way, and they both know that Richard likes it when they do. It makes him feel like a normal person, being surrounded by people he loves, who love him—whom he trusts, enough even to let his carefully-guarded dignity slip. He takes Richard's hand and presses it to his lips.

Anne leans in and half-whispers, "Mary was telling me about how she sings with her husband," and Robert mouths oh, I see and nods his head. Henry is reputedly a talented musician, although Robert finds it a little hard to believe, given that he is visibly and wholeheartedly committed to his own image as a rugged warrior, rather than some artsy-fartsy courtier-poet type, and then wonders why Richard doesn't especially enjoy his company. If he's got a softer side his wife is allowed to see, Robert is honestly relieved on her behalf.

"Maybe if we tried something simpler," he says aloud, sitting up straight. He reaches out toward Richard. "Hand me the gittern, won't you?"

Richard does so, grinning. "Ah, so you're going to serenade me then? I approve."

"Even better," Robert says, plucking a simple ostinato on the gittern. "I think you know this one, Richard. Anne, I'm guessing you don't, so I'll sing it for you first. It's a round, so we'll sing it on top of each other, eventually." He waggles his eyebrows, and Richard and Anne both giggle, Anne's cheeks turning a fetching shade of pink. When they've settled down, he begins.

"Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed and bloweth med and springth the wode nu, Sing, cuccu!"

When he's finished, Richard and Anne applaud and beam at him, and he makes the closest simulation of a bow he can when sitting cross-legged on the ground. "Let's try it together now," he says. "I'll start, and when I point to you, start singing the melody, all right?"

"Wait, wait," Anne exclaims, throwing her hands up. "This song has many words, and they are all English words, and I will never remember them all."

Anne has only been in England for a few years, and Robert knows she has been working diligently on her English, with her husband's help and sometimes his own as well. Still, he can't imagine it's an easy language to pick up, especially when you already speak five others like she does. He's heard her speak her native language before and neither he nor Richard could make even a scrap of sense of it.

"We can go over them again," Robert says, strumming a chord on the gittern. "I'll sing each line and you two repeat after me."

He begins the song again, stopping after each line so Anne (and Richard) can sing it back to him; Richard's ability to carry a tune not much improved when it's a simpler tune, and Anne's clear, warm singing voice stumbling over the unfamiliar words. But it is an old song. Nobody speaks English this way anymore, anyway.

"Why are we singing about deer farts?" Anne exclaims, after Richard has explained a particularly vexatious line, and both Richard and Robert laugh.

"Why not sing about deer farts?" Robert says. "Especially in the presence of the White Hart?"

"Hey!" Richard shoves him with his foot, and Anne giggles. "It's a spring song! With lots of—seed. And things, you know, blowing." Robert snorts, and Anne giggles even more. "Like flowers!" Richard adds. "And cuckoos! Naughty little birds, they are."

At last they're ready to try it as a round: Robert plays the ostinato on the gittern and sings the melody as though he's clinging to it for dear life. Anne comes in second, handling the melody beautifully but replacing most of the words with nonsense syllables. Finally there's Richard, who knows the words but only bounces off the melody occasionally while his voice wanders around somewhere else entirely. Every few measures they break down in giggles.

It's strangely beautiful, nevertheless.

After a few repetitions the round finally limps to a close with Richard caroling "Sing cuccu, nu!" in a way that would probably terrify a real cuckoo. Neither Robert nor Anne, however, is a cuckoo, and the two of them applaud.

"Come sit up here with us!" Richard says, afterward, taking Robert's hand and pulling him up to join them on the bench, and Robert abandons the gittern to sit beside them. Richard wraps one arm around his waist and the other around Anne's before turning to kiss first Anne and then Robert on the lips, and then the three of them sit contentedly, leaning on one another, enjoying the quiet that's occasionally broken by actual (and much more melodious) birdsong.

"Why are English poems and songs so obsessed with cuckoos, anyway?" Anne asks, after a bit.

"I told you, they're naughty little birds!" Richard says. "Like in that poem Sir John Clanvowe wrote for you."

"It's because in English it sounds like 'cuckold,'" Robert says. "Men are constantly harping on the idea of their wives cheating on them, after all."

"Surely not Sir John, though," Anne says. "He doesn't even have a wife!"

Richard and Robert both grin. "And he's true to Sir William," Richard adds, "just as you both are to me."

Robert leans in to kiss Anne's hand, and then Richard's cheek. "We all live in harmony," he says, raising an eyebrow to grin back at Richard. "Well. Figuratively."

Notes

I usually translate Middle English lyric into modern English, but I thought this one was too hard (and way too famous). Just assume that everything else here is "really" in French. Including the French lyrics that I kept in French. Look, what do you want from me, consistency? This is sheer fluff and I wrote it in a day.

I am assuming anyone reading this fic knows "Sumer is icumen in." My favorite version of it is this one. The other song Richard attempts is Machaut's "Gais et jolis." I tried to work in a reference to Machaut's service to Anne's grandfather, John the Blind (King of Bohemia 1323–46, and the star of Machaut's poem Jugement du roy de Behaigne) but it got too clunky, since Machaut is never actually named in the text.

An amusing summary of the debate over the meaning of bucke verteth can be read here.

#fic #richard ii #anne of bohemia is my forever girl #the exceedingly queer robert de vere #ot3: 'tis two rogues i love #my fic is not as good as the picture that inspired it but that's okay

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astroyongie · 3 years

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Wayv love Reading, 😭🙏

NCT Love Reading - August Edition

Note: this readings are done through Tarot. Please don’t judge, take my words with a grain of salt and enjoy !

WayV

Kun

Whoever kun is currently with, things are slightly complicated at the moment, I see not only people getting on their business and advice him again tit but also some short of sickness related to his s/o that is making kun stress over the all thing. I see a lot of anger on his energy and a lot of work in order to decompress his energies.

Ten

It's been some months now that he has broken up with a particular person. He has still some left over pain energy due to that but I also see a lot more fun and celebration. Ten is using opportunities in work to let go of his pain and focus on things that are more correct for him. I still see a lot of doubt about this person, but he really is letting them go with time

Winwin

Sicheng is in a complicated situation as well, because is love interest with whom he has started to get things more serious is showing toxic traits. He is defintily aware of it, but he has no idea on how to deal with it as he as feeling for them. I see some affective dependance in the middle from both parties, as if this person makes Sicheng feel different so he also has the difficulty to put a stop to it. I see also money involved in this relationship

Lucas

Lucas is seeing someone, already for some time but they aren't dating, I see that more of like a friends with benefits thing. He defintily has multiple choices when it comes to relationships, but he also doesn't want to start anything due to his fear that it might get in the way of his idol life. I also see a strong masculine energy around him that advices him against any serious relationship for the moment. It's quite complicated because that person is particularly a potentiel love interest for Lucas

Xiaojun

Xiaojun is still thinking about this person he had to leave behind due to the work and the pressure from the ones he had been working it. I see him being very physical with other girls to try and forget them as well. It's a complicated cycle at the moment when it comes to love but he has the strength to overcome it, he just needs a few more time

Hendery

It's no surprised for me to see that Henry is still single. Despite having his own fun and going out with girls time to time, he has no confiance over himself to actually start a relationship. For some reason I see a lot of self-concisouness about his body. For now, he rather explore the other sides of love than an actual relationship

Yangyang

That damn person that was toxic to him is still behind his backs, still playing games, still talking to him when he clearly doesn't want to, and his love abundance is stuck due to that. This causes a lot of anxiety to yangyang, I see even his physical health getting affected by it.

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fellulahh · 4 years

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You’ve done “He overhears MC admit she has a crush on him”, but what about scenarios the other way around? “MC overhears him admit he has feelings for her”

Thank you for your suggestion! I enjoyed writing this one a lot - I’m going to do it in two parts otherwise it’ll be a super long post. Asmo, Beel, Belphie and Diavolo are a WIP😸

MC overhears him admit he has feelings for her

Lucifer:

Lucifer was in his study with Diavolo. They’d been discussing an urgent matter together about RAD and once it was resolved, MC was casually brought into the conversation. It only took a minute of conversing about the human until Diavolo raised his eyebrow and had a smug look on his face as he listened to Lucifer pine.

“And anyway, I don’t see why she has to allow Mammon to cling to her all night and day” Lucifer vented “he’ll only get worse, believe me I raised hi—“ He spoke before stopping abruptly, realising Diavolo was staring at him. “What?” He asked seriously.

“You seem to be infatuated with this human, Lucifer.” Diavolo smiled.

“Excuse me?” He asked defensively, placing a hand on his chest.

“It would seem you’re actually jealous of Mammon.” The Prince of Devildom grinned.

“Nonsense, I was merely telling you about how ridiculous my brother can be sometimes.”

“If you insist.” Diavolo chuckled “that doesn’t explain why you’ve spent the last five minutes talking about nothing but MC”

Lucifer was shocked at Diavolo’s accusation, he parted his lips but no words came out as he narrowed his eyes.

Nearby, MC was approaching the study. Lucifer had forgotten he’d invited her to have some coffee with him. As she opened the door, she was startled to see Diavolo stood there. Neither of the demons had noticed her peeping through the gap.

“I am not infatuated with MC.” Lucifer said slowly.

“Oh please, you’re absolutely smitten! Look at you - you’re blushing.” Diavolo chuckled.

Lucifer let out a defeated sigh. “Fine.” He muttered, hurting his pride. “Perhaps I have grown to be fond of MC.”

“You mean you’re in love with her.”

“I’m glad you find this revelation amusing.” Lucifer spoke, avoiding Diavolo’s statement.

Clearing her throat, MC caught the attention of the two demons. Both of their eyes were wide when they realised she’d stepped into the room unbeknownst to them.

Mammon:

Mammon was like an excited puppy as he laid across the sofa gushing over the day he’d spent with MC to Satan. Despite Satan’s head being buried in a book, the second eldest brother still yapped on about MC.

“She wore this really cute dress today that I’d never seen her in before.” He smiled to himself, gazing at the ceiling. “She’s quite cute really, dont ya think?”

“Stunning.” Satan spoke, not taking his eyes off his book.

“Oh and when we went to this cafe, she saw this dog outside - I’ve never seen her look so happy!” He cooed.

“Thrilled, I’m sure.” Satan muttered.

Mammon turned his head to look at his brother “Why ya so serious for?” He asked confused. “I thought you liked MC?”

“I do like MC.” Satan spoke, snapping his book shut before raising his eyebrow, “but I’m not in love with her like you are.”

Mammon almost fell off the sofa when he heard those words. Him? In love? With a human? “What’cha talkin’ about?” He screwed his eyebrows as he began to blush.

“Oh please.” Satan chuckled to himself. “You’re really going to try and deny it?”

As the two brothers began to bicker, MC approached the room they were in. Mammon had leant her his jacket when they were out because she forgot hers and she wanted to return it. She opened the door quietly, seeing Mammon sprawled across the sofa with his head turned away from her and Satan resting on an armchair. She parted her lips getting ready to speak but Mammon beat her.

“Well so what if I’m in love with MC?” He raised his hands defensively. “You gonna tell me off for loving a human?!”

Satan had an amused look on his face as his gaze flickered to the newly opened door. When he saw MC stood there with her mouth agape, he let a smirk spread across his face. “I won’t tell you off” he began, turning his attention back to Mammon “but she might.” He said pointing across the room.

Mammon’s entire face went red as he slowly turned his head, seeing MC gawp at him with wide eyes.

“M—MC?” He spoke softly.

Levi:

Levi was busy gaming in his room. He had his headset on as he poked his tongue out between his lips. Voices filled his ears as he played online, him and the other demons laughing together as they played their game.

Entering the room, MC smiled at Levi as she brought him over a drink. “Here you go.” She spoke sweetly before turning her attention to the tele, “what are you playing?” She asked.

“Just some game, you’re a normie so you wouldn’t understand it.” He giggled to himself. MC rolled her eyes as she went to leave the room, getting distracted by Henry on her way.

Thinking she’d left the room, Levi went back to his game before a demon’s voice filled his ear.

“Who was that?” Levi spoke aloud, repeating the demon’s question, “oh that was MC...yeah the girl I told you about the other day...no I haven’t told her yet”

Intrigued at the conversation he was having about her, MC turned around slowly as she realised he didn’t know she was still in the room. ‘What hasn’t he told me?’ She asked herself.

“No I’m not going to ask her out!” He exclaimed almost disgusted, fingers still flicking the analog sticks on his controller. MC was a little hurt by his words and how harsh he sounded. Heart sinking, she turned to leave the room.

“Because what if she says no?” His voice filled her ears again. Stopping in her tracks, she lingered by the door wanting to catch more of the conversation.

“Of course she’d say ‘no’ - who would want to go out with a stupid otaku like me?” He spoke making MC chuckle to herself.

“Yeah I really like her but I don’t want to mess anything up.”

MC was taken aback by his words. This wasn’t just any random chit chat...

Going to leave his room, MC accidentally bashed her foot against the door. The noise startled Levi. He whipped around in his seat, eyes widening when he saw MC stood there. She gave him a sheepish smile, feeling awful that she’d been caught eavesdropping.

Satan:

Satan and Asmo were stood in the fourth eldest’s bedroom together - they were trying to find a book that Asmo wanted to borrow. Of course, with it being Satan’s room and there being approximately 4,686,696 books spread across the floor and shelves, it was a difficult task.

Getting fed up, the Avatar of Lust flopped onto the bed sighing. “This is hopeless.” He muttered, folding his arms. “We’ve looked everywhere!” He exclaimed.

“We haven’t looked everywhere because if we’d looked everywhere then we would have found it by now.” Satan stated sassily.

Asmo huffed. “I invited MC up, at least when she gets here she can help.”

“MC?” Satan asked, pausing when he heard the name.

“Yeah, her and I are going out to get our hair done later.” Asmo spoke as his attention turned to a book tucked under Satan’s pillow. Stretching across the bed to grab it, he opened the cover and was surprised when a photograph fell out. “Speaking of whom...” he started, holding up the picture in front of him “Why do you have a picture of MC hidden in your book?”

Satan quickly turned his head, feeling embarrassed by Asmo’s find. “It’s from her birthday...” he spoke quietly “I thought it was a nice photo so I use it as a book mark.”

As soon as he heard Satan’s answer, Asmo’s face lit up. “Oh you like her!” He gushed “you’re in love with MC!”

“Shush! Don’t go saying stuff like that out loud.” Satan warned, marching toward Asmo.

Right at that very moment, MC appeared at the open door.

“So it’s true!” Asmo grinned “you do love MC!” He cried, waving the photograph in his hand.

Satan snatched the photo from his brother, tucking it back into his book. “This conversation stays between us.” He muttered embarrassed.

“Too late...” a flustered MC spoke quietly from the other side of the room, her voice instantly causing Satan and Asmo’s heads to whip round.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me one shot #obey me mammon #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me levi #obey me leviathan

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blouisparadise · 4 years

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Here are some of the amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of September. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Hard Candy Dripping On Me (Til My Feet Are Wet) | Explicit | 1997 words

Louis gets fucked on a plane. That’s it.

2) Fucking Nightmares | Mature | 2151 words

Louis has a nightmare. Harry comforts him.

3) You Could Take A Lick (But It's Too Cold To Bite) | Explicit | 2469 words

“You look kinda thirsty.” Louis croons softly.

Harry leans back in his chair and tilts his head to the side. His eyes are covered by the pair of expensive shades, but Louis feels his eyes drifting down his backside as he lays on his stomach.

“Why don’t you bring me a bit of that ice cream, darling?”

Louis and Harry have fun in a summer day.

4) Interview With The Vampire | Explicit | 4135 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/Robert Pattinson.

Working at an alpha magazine wasn't always easy for an omega like Louis, but he's just landed his biggest interview yet with an A list actor who has asked for Louis especially. Unfortunately, the interview is with Rob Pattinson, the biggest pain in the arse alpha on the planet.

Inspired by Rob’s interview in GQ Magazine and not actually about vampires

5) Conozco La Vida | Teen & Up | 4761 words

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut, but since it’s omega Louis, we’ve included it.

"I have a son," he declared, there was a very thinly veiled layer of hesitation.

Harry was unaware in the direction which this conversation was heading but chose to stare at the man instead.

"He is an Omega," he dropped the pivotal piece of information.

Harry's attention was hooked now.

"He has been raised in an Omega convent all his life, he hasn't been in the presence of any Alpha who isn't his immediate family."

"I am still waiting for you to make a point."

"You could take him as an Omega."

Harry did not react, his face remaining perfectly free of betrayal of any sort of emotion and leaned back upon his chair, his leg crossed upon his knee. "You are selling your son to me?"

6) It’s Hard For Me To Go Home | Not Rated | 4890 words

Don’t call me baby again.

7) So Baby, Let's Keep It Secret | Explicit | 4638 words

“I’ll leave with you,” Harry said after a beat, sounding sure of himself.

“What!? No!, you can’t leave with me, Harry, you have a life here. You have a job and friends an-”

Harry kissed him in the middle of his rambling. “Which means nothing if I don’t have you.”

Into You Music Video AU.

8) ZOMOS | Mature | 5659 words

Is it easy to forget everything and start afresh? Is it easy being served with hateful glances and insults when all you wish for is to be loved? Is it easy to make it seem like everything is alright when in reality your world is crumbling into pieces with every breath you take?

Is it easy to be the omega who is unwanted by their alpha?

9) Your Biggest Fan | Explicit | 9075 words

Just like everyone else, Louis has a few habits that he can’t seem to break. Guilty pleasures, rather. His nails are perpetually short because he can’t quit biting them, the bottom of his shoes scuffed from tapping his foot constantly. Sometimes his leg gets a cramp from bouncing it so often underneath his desk. That isn't too bad, he reckons, just some average teenage coping mechanisms.And also, occasionally, minor instances of theft.

10) Making A Splash | Explicit | 9557 words

“You want this?” Harry muses, fisting his cock as he drags his hand lazily up his thick length. Louis eyes the motion and nods his head absentmindedly. “You want to show everyone at this beach how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?”

“M‘your slut,” Louis immediately replies, inching closer, inching closer with his eyes glued on Harry’s glistening cock, precome shining under the sun as it dribbles out his slit.

Harry grins widely and stops the movement of his hand to grip himself at the base again, pushing Louis’ head down. “Show everyone how much of a slut you are.”

11) Hung Up High in the Gallery | Mature | 14006 words

When Harry’s best friend, Louis, comes to support him at his art show, he decides they need to do some celebrating afterwards. How fast do the lines between friends and lovers get blurred ... or better, get painted?

12) My Home Is Your Body | Explicit | 15341 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/Henry Cavill.

He had seen who had made his senses go haywire. His ex was in the front row, five feet in front of him. He felt his eyes on him even as he mechanically made his way to the end of the runway, hoping to God he didn’t look like a maniac. Everything was a blur. He somehow managed to walk the rest of the way without falling or emoting anything. Why was he HERE? Of all places.

...where Louis is a successful omega model and the last thing he expects is his ex to become the co-partner of the new company he works for....

13) There's Nothing Like It (Nothing At All) | Explicit | 15471 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic.

His hands are outstretched on the mattress like he’s reaching out for something, reaching out for Harry. It makes his heart swell, almost bursting with affection and love. He only waits a bit longer before reaching over to turn off the light and pulling Louis to his chest, smiling when the omega immediately sighs in contentment, nuzzling into his skin happily.Tomorrow, he tells himself. Tomorrow, they’ll talk about it.-Or, Harry isn’t ready for things to change, and the end is just the beginning.

14) Seven Simple Words | Explicit | 15535 words

It’s not like he and Louis were a couple. No, they might have been a lot of things—best mates and colleagues with a seemingly convenient friends-with-benefits arrangement—but never a couple. It wasn’t Louis’ fault he didn’t feel the same way and couldn’t reciprocate Harry’s feelings in the way he’d wanted, the way he’d needed. Harry had allowed himself to get in too deep, his entire being aching to be loved back by the object of his affections. But in love, as in life, you don’t always get what you want.

15) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18061 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.

One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.

Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.

Three: They do not get along.

So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

16) The Way This River Runs | Explicit | 27417 words

It’d be so easy to just open his mouth and plead with Harry, to scream I’m sorry until his voice disappears, but he can’t. Be it his pride or his ego or his insecurities, he just can’t do it. The worst part is that he knows Harry would probably forgive him.

But Louis doesn’t want phony forgiveness. He doesn’t want Harry’s soothing words and pity embrace, thinks he might just break altogether if he was offered them. He feels like he’s made of glass recently and it’s to the point where he kind of wants to tip over the edge, just to see if he’d shatter. Just to see who’d be there to pick up the pieces if he did.

17) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

18) Falling Out Of Fashion | Explicit | 42123 words

Harry Styles has been the established face of the Grimshaw House of Design for two years. It’s a prestigious and coveted modeling contract Harry took away from once-famed supermodel Zayn Malik. With the model transition Grimshaw’s designs went from a more urban, Zayn-forward aesthetic, to a Harry-favoring flowery, flowing femininity in the Grimshaw designs for men.

So when Harry sees a dress Grimshaw made for a famous Marvel actress, “only a tease”, Nick says, of the evolving look, Harry knows Grimshaw is shifting his aesthetic.

Harry wonders if he can pull off the look.

19) Three Days In February | Explicit | 189346 words

Louis is cursed after a night out with the lads and the five have just three days to figure out what happened and how to break it before Harry and Louis both lose their sanity and maybe something more. Louis can hear everything Harry thinks and Harry isn’t sure he can keep his feelings for Louis a secret from his own mind.

Ridiculous amounts of banter and angst, a lot of Harry and Louis alone together, a healthy dose of OT5 friendship, and one very magical weekend.

20) Boss Bitch | Explicit | 386901 words

Harry had always wanted to work for this successful mafia; the mafia that everyone knew, everyone feared. Led by none other than the pahntom

"L'eue Courante", whom everyone knew existed, but had no other clues who this person could be. The only thing known was a high heel the phantom once left.

So this person had to be woman, Harry assumend. And man, was he wrong.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

#bottom louis #top harry #blp fic recs #monthly fic recs #fic recs #blp #larry

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aria-chicken-flugget · 4 years

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Disney World with The Brothers (+ Undateables)

HCs that no one asked for, i’m just self indulgent✨

Link to Undateables post

*Based on Disney World Orlando Resort*

The Brothers

Lucifer 🔥

The Mom TM

Has a fanny pack with all the tickets

Made a detailed itinerary of where each of you will go when, with whom and for how long

“Our scheduled break’s not for another 10 minutes”

Says he doesn’t need to go on the rides/ doesn’t enjoy it etc

Squealing inside at how much fun he’s actually having

“Wha - is Diavolo going on that train again?”

He literally wouldn’t even go to the parks if he didn’t enjoy it, wouldn’t see the point

“I’m busy enough as it is at home do you think I need this on top?”

This Sadist TM would force people on the rides they didn’t want to ride because It IS iN THe iTinERaRy

Would jam pack the days to get the full experience, wearing most out

But you request a rest day to which he’ll oblige

“Ugh why are we going here -“ “Because MC requested it, complain again and i’ll tear your ticket.”

Tears up when it’s the last night/ fireworks display

“MC, this was a rather fun idea. If you’d like to come again don’t hesitate to ask, i’ll take you.”

Mammon 💵

Goes against everything The Mom TM has worked in the itenerary, but is quickly stopped

Easily distracted and stops in the middle of walking to an attraction.

“Hey don’t stop in the sidewalk, genius.”

Literally bounces with excitement around the parks but blushes furiously when it’s pointed out by the brothers

“Oi quit that, I don’ know what ya talkin’ about”

Would sour real fast when having to queue, getting caught by The Mom when trying to cut the queue

“Why do we have to queue, huh? This better be worth it”

It is

Has the most expressive/funniest ride photographs

“Mammon that ride wasn’t that scary -“ “Who says i was scared, huh? I was making MC feel better about being scared...” Blush

Would push the other brothers out the way if they tried to sit with you on a ride

“But it’s my turn -“ “your turn my ass, that’s MY HUMAN”

Would sour when your attention is divided by the fireworks and him

Soon perks up when you ask to explore the park together and run around like kids at night

Is probably the most fun at this time as there’s not much queing when it gets late so he’ll grab your hand and take you everywhere

Levi 👾

Woooooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!

“This is like FINAL BOSS level cool! It’s almost worth being outside.”

The Vlogger TM

Literally documents anything and everything. Even when Beel’s eating a snack- makes it sound like the coolest adventure which it is

“Why are we going to THAT attraction? It’s the literal worst on all the reviews online.”

Secretly LOVES the attraction, would turn into a tomato when called out, fiercly denies it

“Y-you wanna ride with me? Uhhh ok, i guess... no no wait!”

Gets you two matching Mickey ears, along with any and all the possible merch

“In TSL, Henry went to an amusement park with all the Prince’s brothers and they had the best time and it was all Henry’s plan to help them get along and it worked, making their journey more -“ *Belphie Snores*

Looks for hidden Mickeys with you after he bought the book on them, as recommended online

*starts vlog* “Day Three and MC and I are yet to find the elusive hidden Mickeys -“

Can only really last til early afternoon before the heat/ social interaction gets too much for him and he may need to go

Recovers lightning fast when he sees you having fun with his brothers without him whilst he was taking a break

Snatches your hand to take you elsewhere, where d’you wanna go? What d’yo wanna do? Name it and he’ll do it lol Envyyy

Everyone is grateful for his vlogging by the end of the holiday, as it meant you all got to watch it back fondly when it was over

Satan 📚

Unlike Mammon, he successfully escapes The Mom and the itinerary when he wants to

However if you wanted him to stick around, he’d blush, “Alright, just for a while.”

Has a subdued smile on his face, enjoying it much more than he anticipated he would

Smiles widley at the parades, mainly because your smile was so bright as you watched

If he saw you eyeing up a giant Disney Balloon he would buy it, ignoring any protestations

Would back up any discourse over the itinerary just to mess with The Mom

“Perhaps the itinerary is not as ‘well thought out’ as you’d anticipated.”

Would begrudgingly play along with your waiting games whilst queing, secretly loving your company

Would be the one with the maps, and wouldn’t give one to Lucifer lol

Though somewhat gimmicky in his opinion, he’d deeply enjoy the Around the World showcase

Would last longer than anyone expected and would want to see the parks at night

“MC would you like to join me?”

Whilst taking your hand to explore the park’s atmosphere at night

LOVES the Haunted Mansion ride and the way you cling to his sleeve when riding with him

Asmodeus 💋

“Don’t forget to put on sunscreen! Protect your skin 💕”

Whilst Lucifer has a practical, generic fanny pack - Asmo’s is psychedelic and glittery

Packs lip balm, antibacterial gel and a mini fan

Serves all the Best Looks TM each day and takes amazing photos of everyone, with everyone

“Oh no, honey. It’s gonna be hot today you’ll want to wear something lighter like cotton or linen.”

Would whine when he starts to get sweaty around the parks

Would peck your cheek when you suggest a bathroom break to freshen up

LOVES the around the world showcase. All the people, all the culture all the music and colours!

Unsurprisingly, isn’t a fan of rollercoasters as it messes up his hair

Would buy you the cutest souvenir and gets matching bracelets with a small, sophisticated silver Mickey charm on each

Would spend lunch with you, checking on you ensuring your keeping your water up etc and feed you

Also intrigued by the parks at night but would be more interested in getting a good night’s sleep for his skin

However if you asked/wanted time in the parks at night he’d find a secluded area to watch the fireworks with an arm around your waist

Beelzebub 🍔

Would give you piggy back rides when you get tired

“When’s lunch?” “We just got here, Beel...”

Would wrap you in a bear hug if you packed snacks for him

*munch* *munch* “Do you want that? - thanks!” *munch*

Would stop at all the food stalls. Every. Single. One - “ThIS iSn’T iN ThE iTiNeRaRY”

“Here MC, try this! This looks good too, do you want one?”

Would help carry people’s belongings

Wouldn’t notice you put Mickey ears on him until he looked at the photos later

Would notice you eyeing up a parade and when you kept quiet as not to disrupt the itinerary, would speak up

If it doesnt go your way, he’ll sneak away with you “Then we’ll go see it together.” Puppy eyed smile

“Beel we gotta get in the queue or we won’t make the line in time!” “Just a second -“ *munch* *munch*

Wouldn’t mind if you wanted to ride with others, but would eventually get sour if you weren’t with him at all

Would hold your hand around the parks with one hand and eat ice cream with the other

Would put you on his shoulders so you could see the fireworks better

He LOVES the fireworks and wonders what they’d taste like “Beel, no.” “:(“

“Someone’s having fun, i’m glad!”

Carries you over one shoulder and a sleeping Belphie over the other

“I - want to come here again... with you.” Blush

Belphegor 😴

Much like Satan, Belphie would deliberately go against the Itinerary with success, and would take you and Beel with him

Would make everyone late to the park by sleeping in

If you wanted everyone to stick together, you’d convince him with a promise to let him nap on your lap later

Would say he hates being there and would actually hate being there

For the most part... what coaxes him is seeing how happy you are, and Beel being happy too

“Belphie, look how cool this ride is! Wanna go?” ‘Begrudgingly’ agrees with a smirk

Would fall asleep at lunch and would have to be slapped shaken awake

Hell would freeze over before he admitted to it... but he started to have a good time

Starts to get more involved if you hold his hand and encourage him, a small smile on his lips

LOVES Tower of Terror and any boat ride - he can fall asleep on the boat rides

He HATES the water rides but having convinced Lucifer on one under false pretences, his expression makes it worth it lol

That one Joker TM that ‘pretends’ to be asleep in any rollercoaster attraction photograph

Some times he is actually asleep in those photos, but no one knows which ones are real or fake

Doesn’t mind queues because it gives him time to chill and nap

Falls asleep on your shoulder at the fireworks

I will do the Undateables in a follow up Post! Might edit this one but have them for now because I hope they make you smile! ✨

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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years

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four-tea ele-gents + summoner au. henry mentions his dad a lot. and lucy, patrin and elsie want to meet him. henry is a little nervous about it, but sure! he doesn't want his partners to think he's lying to them. he wants to be transparent. but he forgot to tell them his dad is a powerful eldrich being, and lucy organizes a little "meet the parents" dinner before he has the opportunity to say so and telling them after that would be super awkward.

cut to the day the dinner happens. henry straight up summons his giant tentacle monster of a dad, or part of him, so he doesn't demolishes their house. his partners are super confused and kinda scared after they realize what's going on, but dadrich ends up really liking his son's lovers. the results are actually pleasant by the end of the night and his partners and his dad end up getting along pretty well! next thing now, henry just has to introduce his girlfriends and boyfriend to his cult!

(unrelated but kinda related: i do enjoy henry having like, many names in this au. maybe a name in the eldrich language that's super painful to human ears, and a thousand titles his cult gave him, most of which sound super badass. or like a generic ya book title. things like 'heir of the shadows' and 'child of despair' and so on. cliché but kinda scary)

- 🕷️

Spider, dude, you have absolutely no idea how hilarious this is.

Like Henry somehow managing to just tell his partner about the generic parent stuff he and his dad have done together, or that his dad does for him, like "oh yeah, I'm not biologically his son but he adopted me when I was so young I can't imagine him as anything but my dad :)" - "He loves to spoil me rotten. He gives me anything I even think that I want without batting an eye, even if it confuses him" - "He really helped me get to where I am today, I don't know what I would have done without him" - "I get my appetite from him, he could eat an entire planet in one sitting" - "We like to travel a lot, he has shown me parts of the world that I can't even describe". Just like generic stuff that no one bats an eye at. The trio being incredibly intrigued and really wanting to meet Henry's dad (they just imagine him as a classic scottish bear of a man, honestly) and Henry... Completely forgets that his dad is an eldritch god, doesn't get the chance to tell his partners because he feels like it would be incredibly awkward of him, so he just rolls up to the dinner with bone chalk in hand and starts summoning his dad. Huge hulking tentacle monster emerges, but he is awfully polite and does his best to shift into a more... Human-esque shape to not intimidate Henry's partners too much. Henry hastily trying to sputter out a half-arsed explanation while his partners are looking at them both i pure horror and Henry is incredibly scared. Then dadritch starts gushing (in the thickest scottish accent the trio has ever heard) about how much Henry talks about them and how he really seems to love them a lot. For being a tentacle monster and a god, he is awfully polite and friendly. Dinner slowly but surely going better and better and Dadritch/the rest of the trio really starting to get along. Henry dismissing him and wiping off the chalk off of the floor and then turning to look at his lovers, all who are just looking at him with such an amused expression despite still being a bit intimidated. Henry quickly sputtering out that he might or might not have forgotten to tell them that his adoptive dad was an eldritch god. Shit happens.

...

Imagine if the high priestess from Blackfog is a part of Henry's/his dad's cult, but she, Alice, Carmilla and Lucy are friends so she essentially learns that her pal is dating the son of a god whom she worships. Imagine the cult being in even more awe/even more scared of Henry because he has three powerful lovers (whom they are convinced are just his concubines and not actual lovers) and Henry just... Is exasperated.

Henry having thousands of names my beloved <3 I'd love to imagine like... Henry's cult trying to summon him, or just talk to him, but they are awfully polite so they just start rambling all of his names until Henry decides that it's enough. I bet "The Son Of A Thousand Names" is also one of his titles. "Harbinger Of Misery". "Son-god Of Misfortune". "Decider Of Fates". Just a bunch of very concerning names that probably makes Henry wonder if he really is a bad person or if his cult likes to make him seem more badass than he already is.

Also, imagine; the Lodgers/four-tea getting to hear those names, even better if they tease him about it.

#ask #spider anon #banshees au #summoner au #banshees faves #four-tea ele-gents #lucy x henry x patrin x elise

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cuinnamonbun · 3 years

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The brothers being accidentally in love with the Muslim even though they can’t be with them... would they lowkey convince the MC or would they sulk lol

(Say if it goes for both ways, MC is a hopeless romantic lowkey lmao)

OOF. So much angst. This one is a real brain teaser, I had to read SOO many tragedy poetry and fics to get the feeling so excuse the sentimental writing LMAO. A bit of warning though, I feel as though the brothers are OOC in this which is seriously messing me up, but I didn’t want to leave you bare-handed!

I feel like this HC requires a bit of context in order for people to understand why I wrote the brothers’ reactions the way I did. So I’d like to iterate the fact that I, too, am a hopeless romantic and I definitely believe love can change even the most difficult man. I’ve always had this HC in the Obey Me! universe that every creature is fallible and that the brothers, once fallen, are now much more vulnerable to these new emotions than when they were angels since they’re no longer bound to the service of God y’know?

So with that in mind, onwards to the HC!!

p/s: I’ll post the little brothers’ reactions soon, hope you liked this :)

How the Brothers React to Accidentally Falling in Love with a Devout Muslim MC (Big Brothers)

Lucifer

At first, this man will pursue MC for not-so-wholesome gains (cough corruption kink cough). Lucifer is a very decisive man. He knows what he wants and unashamedly goes after it and he will stop at nothing until it’s rightfully his

But in his pursuit, I could see him actually, really, really falling in love with MC

It’s their pure, kind soul that attracted him initially as with all the other demons, but the more time he spends with them, the more he gets sucked in until all he wants and craves is MC

It’s almost heart-warming if not a bit concerning

However in his chase for MC’s affection, Lucifer would forget one crucial detail: MC is a Muslim, one whom is devout especially now having seen angels, demons and hell right in front of their eyes and when he accidentally witnessed them praying, he will just shut down and instantly remember that they are not meant to be

To put it simply, it’s illogical for them to even be together

When the realisation dawns on him, he immediately turns a full 180 and become a massive dick to MC, even borderline cruel that shocks the brothers

If MC confessed their love to him, Lucifer’s heart would soar in happiness, but his pure, unadulterated love for them would force him to push them away and tell them that he doesn’t reciprocate their feelings

But I could also see his Pride taking factor into this.

A prideful demon such as he, who willingly defied God and fell from Heaven, he would absolutely REFUSE to have his partner so dedicated to God.

It won’t sit well in him at all and it will absolutely leave a bad taste in his mouth

But this doesn’t change the fact that he’s still in love with them, a fact which he DESPISES and is DISGUSTED by

When they left the Devildom, Lucifer would do what Lucifer does best: repress his feelings. That, or take it out on Mammon lol

But seriously though, he would need an outlet for his anger, heartbreak and yearning and he would most definitely drown himself in work or by punishing his brothers.

He can pretend all he wants that he’s fine, but Lucifer’s cues are pretty easy to read especially since MC has managed to get the demon brothers’ to bond with and understand each other deeper beyond surface level (a miraculous feat, kudos to our MC), the others can definitely tell that there’s some serious repression going on

But Lucifer gets very snippy whenever the brothers try to help him with it, which irritates the HELL out of them and they would be too annoyed with him to even bother helping him now

Now that his pride has driven away both the very person whom he loves and his brothers, Lucifer will become even more withdrawn and far, far lonelier than he was before MC came into their lives

Sometimes, he curses the circumstances that led them to him, even if they were the best thing that ever happened to his family

Yeah, heartbroken!Lucifer is just ;((( (Alexa play bitches broken hearts by miss billie eilish)

Mammon

This man is a capital S simp.

Mammon gets attracted to anything shiny/pretty REALLY easily (after all, it’s one of the main reasons why his symbolic animal is a crow) so him being attracted to MC at first didn’t really come as a surprise

I think he knows the difference between finding someone attractive and actually being in love with them despite having never even fallen in love before

He’s lived for centuries and plus, his own sister loved a human, he’s certain he has never felt that for anyone before

Him realising that he’s in love with MC would definitely come as a shock to him though. This tsundere can deny it all he wants, but he can’t deny the fact that MC’s mere presence alone gives him serenity and cardiac arrest at the same time

His initial reaction when he comes to terms with it would definitely be to flee and avoid MC like they’re the plague. But this man pines and when he does, his sin will flare up and MC will find themselves with a very clingy Avatar of Greed by their side

To Mammon, being in love is the equivalent of stepping outside of your home for the first time in weeks and feeling the gentle warmth of the Sun caressing your skin

He is gentler, more compassionate, and more attune to MC’s feelings. He definitely places them above Goldie because they are his most prized possession, the keeper of his heart, the rarest jewel and like everything he treasures, he takes extremely good care of them. But he would NEVERRR let MC or his brothers EVER know about that (sike, everyone knows it, he’s so soft for them it’s so obvious. They find it endearing though)

Which is why when he remembers that they’re Muslim and that they worship God, the very deity he curses and rebel daily against, his heart would break

He isn’t stupid (well, not all the time), he’s lived in the Celestial Realm before. He has seen the humans who reside there once they pass their mortal life. They were infinitely exuberant compared to the ones who were condemned to a lifetime of punishment in the Devildom for their sins

And he could never doom them like that, it would hurt him to see his love miserable and depressed down in the Devildom even if he would want nothing more than for them to be together forever

So, he would bottle up his feelings and try his best to live in the present and enjoy what little time he has with them, even though he felt like that entire year passed by in a flash (which, in demon years, is most definitely like the blink of an eye)

If MC reciprocates his feelings, I can picture him being so, so joyful about that fact, but he knew that their romance is a tragedy right from the beginning. He is a fallen angel, he can’t change his nature and he has transgressed against God in the worst possible way; by swearing eternal enmity towards Him.

I can’t picture him getting over them, even after they’ve passed and are thriving in the Celestial Realm

omg I'm gonna sob Alexa play Smile by Juice WRLD

Leviathan

We all know that Levi thinks of MC as his Henry, his number one best friend

And he’s right. There were no instances of their hangouts being anything more than platonic

When he first started falling for MC, he’d deny it like Mammon did

Him? In love with his best friend? Preposterous.

Eventually he’ll come to realise it though because they were probably watching hilarious videos on the Internet (cough Buzzfeed Unsolved cough) and Levi was so distracted because he was just staring at MC laughing suuuper hard at the video in pure awe. Like his lil demon heart just went doki doki

Pure joy is so beautiful on people and seeing it on MC?? They were pulchritudinous

But even after coming to terms with it though, Levi becomes SUUUUPER shy and embarrassed about that fact that for the first few days, he avoided them because he couldn’t compose himself in their presence

Eventually our beautiful demon of envy will snap out of it by MC cornering him and tearfully telling him that they miss his company

So now they spend even more time together and Levi will slowly become more confident around MC

This means soft, shy touches turn into ‘accidental’ brushes against them then to full lingering touches until finally, he becomes confident enough to throw his arms around them in a hug

Unfortunately, depending on the gender identity of MC, this may not fly all that well

In Islam, contact between opposite sexes whom you have no familial relation to/are not married to is considered a sin (I can elaborate in another post if anyone is interested in it though) and MC will have to politely turn him down, but this doesn’t mean that they hate him. It’s far, far from that

They have to be gentle in their explanation to Leviathan. This man’s self esteem is so low that if MC were to ever recoil from his touch, it would send him into a shame spiral and self deprecating thoughts that is much, much worse than before

So MC will have to remind him that they are Muslim, that they are bound to the services and will of God.

This reminder will destroy him though and his sin will absolutely consume him

He would become so, so envious of God that someone as amazing and wonderful as his MC is so dedicated to Him, and in his envy, comes wrath.

Though his wrath is not as potent as Satan’s, it is enough for him to act irrationally and ruin his friendship with MC

He just couldn’t stand to be around them because all he wanted to do is to hold them, kiss them and love them and his envy for them will become too much that he will start to breakdown because of it

I do picture him being a yandere though with his being the Avatar of Envy. If MC returns his feelings, it might be best that they keep it to themselves and not make it known because this man WILL latch on to them and never let them go

He would absolutely turn them against God if it meant he gets to be with them for eternity even after they die

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon x mc #obey me levi x mc #muslim!mc #obey me x muslim!mc #swd lucifer #swd mammon #swd leviathan #wow levi's went from super wholesome to super dark real quick #angst

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Little Book Review: Sin Eater

Author: Megan Campisi.

Publication Date: 2020.

Genre: Alternate historical fiction (?).

Premise: Strap in, y'all, because this is complicated. May Owens, an orphaned teen laundress in Fake Elizabethan London, is arrested for stealing a loaf of bread. Expecting to be hanged, she's instead sentenced to be a Sin Eater for life. This means hearing confessions from the dying and then eating foods that symbolize their sins off their coffins. There are various other unpleasant requirements--speaking to no one except when hearing confessions, being forced to wear a non-removable collar, getting one's tongue tattooed, social ostracism, eternal damnation if one doesn't do everything right--but it does come with free room and board. Then the Sin Eater who's supposed to be mentoring May gets tortured to death. Why? A deer heart (symbolizing the murder of royalty) appeared on the coffin of a deceased lady-in-waiting, and the mentor wouldn't eat it because the lady-in-waiting had confessed to no such thing. Can May figure out what the hell is going on, adjust to her weird new life, and address a bunch of lingering childhood trauma?

Thoughts: Sin-eating, as depicted in this novel, never existed in Britain. Campisi was inspired to write this novel by a real-world tradition that started in and near Wales as early as the seventeenth century, but died out completely by the 1920s. Accounts vary as to how socially stigmatizing it was to be a sin eater; at best, they were poor, disreputable people doing a low-status job, and, at worst, they were feared and despised as people who had traded away their immortal souls and possibly consorted with demons. However, it was definitely not an island-wide, state-sanctioned role that people were officially sentenced to; it didn't require body modification, nor was it solely assigned to women.

In short, Campisi has created a fictional tradition that technically could have existed in Elizabethan London (as it doesn't involve magic or technology that didn't exist at the time), but demonstrably did not. This puts her in an interesting position that most historical fiction and fantasy writers don't find themselves in, because she has the following options:

Write a straightforward historical novel that just happens to have this one weird, fictional thing going on, with no further explanation. This would probably be the easiest option, but she either has to put an awkward author's note at the beginning or run the risk of readers thinking she knows jack shit about Elizabethan London.

Write an alternate history novel in which she explains how her version of sin-eating came to be in Elizabethan London. (Off the top of my head: Welsh people brought the tradition to London and other parts of England after migrating, but it only caught on in a big way as a response to the Black Death, during which time it developed distinctly English characteristics. The pious Henry VI was the first monarch to officially recognize it; however, the crueler official requirements didn't come about until the reign of Henry VIII, for reasons similar to the passing of the Tudor Poor Laws. Edward VI tried to ban it, but Mary I brought it back with a vengeance. Now it's allowed, but only because Elizabeth I branded it as an Anglican thing.) I think this makes for an interesting setting, but it is a lot of work for a story that's really just about one regular girl and some Tudor drama.

Write a story that takes place in a world that's similar in some ways to Elizabethan England (geography, level of technology, etc.), yet is substantially different. Maybe there's a young reigning queen, but she's not the often-disfavored daughter of a king with six wives; instead, maybe she had seven brothers who all died untimely deaths. Maybe the country's been torn apart by decades of religious conflict, but sin-eating is at the heart of the conflict instead of Fake Catholicism vs. Fake Protestantism. This might actually be the most organic way to handle things, but it does put the book in a weird place, genre-wise; people who want to read straight-up historical fiction won't be into it, and people who want to read fantasy might be put off by the lack of magic.

Any of these are better options than what Campisi chose, which is an unholy union between #1 and #3. Sin Eater is set in a world that's almost identical to Elizabethan London, except that (a) Campisi's version of sin-eating exists and (b) everybody has slightly different names. Instead of Queen Elizabeth, we have Queen Bethany, the daughter of King Harold II and his second wife Alys Bollings. She had an older sister named Maris, daughter of Harold II's first wife Constanza of Castile, who was a Eucharist. Harold II's third wife was named Jennette Cheney, whom you might think had a son named Edwin or whatever, but no, she had no children. What. You might also think that Jennette had a brother named Titus Cheney, who married Harold II's sixth wife and widow Katryna Park or whatever, but also no. He was named Titus Seymaur (no relation?) and he was married to Katryna...Parr. Confused yet? Because God is always called the Maker, and clergy are always Maker-men who preach sermons in Maker-halls, but Judas is still Judas and Eve is still Eve. Also, Roma people are called "eg*psies" (honestly, if you're going to make up a stupid word, at least use the opportunity to make it not a slur); it's something of a relief that the Jewish characters are just Jews. Oh, and the whole thing takes place in Angland.

This is some of the most irritating, distracting world-building I've ever encountered. It doesn't help that the only reason for the fake Tudor drama is a rather tired, mean-spirited mystery involving Queen Elizabeth/Bethany's secret baby and Katryna/Katherine Parr's long-lost daughter. And it's a shame, because when the story focuses on May--a lonely, angry, scared girl struggling to do the right thing and make a place for herself in the world--it's emotionally compelling. Her mixed feelings towards the fellow outcasts who start squatting in her home are particularly well-done, as are her encounters with religious outsiders. The mechanics of sin-eating are also fascinating; I liked seeing May visit dying people of various ages and stations in life. I think a person without my exact pet peeves would enjoy this novel a lot more, but it still wouldn't be great.

Hot Goodreads Take: There are many criticisms of this novel that I agree with, such as bad world-building, a weak mystery, a sophomoric understanding of religion, and gratuitous unpleasantness. (I love the dark, I love slippery things, but there was no reason for the tongue tattoo except to drive home that this whole thing sucks for May. I did not need to be further convinced!) There are also criticisms that I get, even if I don't feel the same way; for instance, I like the weird, bitter heroine, but I understand that she's not for everyone. On the other hand, one reviewer states, "I also didn’t care or need to know about the author’s childcare arrangements that she acknowledges at the end of her book." Like...cool, reviewer, but I don't think you understand the point of acknowledgments. They're to thank people. Are you going to complain that you "don't care that the book was manufactured in America, as the copyright page says"?

#little book review #sin eater #megan campisi #antiziganism #mutilation

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Fools in Love (9/10)

Gordon, the spectacularly unobservant

June 17, 1985

Like most mornings, Gordon was unceremoniously ripped from his beauty sleep by the sounds of squabbling.

"I will and you can't stop me!"

"Fuck around and find out my dear!"

How unusual. It was usually James and Delta or Duck and/or Donald/Douglas. Henry and Bear were usually too friendly for even mock-fighting, let alone the legitimate anger that seemed to be colouring their tones.

"Why," he asked groggily. “Am I being woken up by you two? I thought that you’d moved beyond mere words.”

Henry and Bear, who usually communicated through a series of significant glances, looked at Gordon as though they hadn’t realized he was there.

“It’s nothing, Gordon.” Bear said after a moment of wild-eyed pause. “Just some... irritating people on the platform, is all."

Must be some irritation, Gordon thought to himself. He couldn’t remember the last time that he'd seen Bear's dander up that high.

No more words were said as his crew readied him for departure, and he could almost feel Henry and Bear's eyes on him as he left.

The arguing began anew as soon as he left the shed.

Now Gordon was concerned.

Arriving at the station brought even more worry - James had snorted out of platform two like he was auditioning to be a thundercloud, leaving a choking miasma of smoke and soot in his wake.

A crowd of people were holding signs and chanting slogans near the station Café as he backed onto his train. The Fat Controller was standing nearby, looking deeply upset, while station security tried to usher the people out. Considering the soot all over their clothes and signs, Gordon's first thought was that these people had been upset by James' departure, before he realized that these people had likely been the reason for James' upset in the first place.

Any lingering sympathy he might have had vanished as the leader of the group stood up on a box and started ranting about how the Fat Controller wanted to drive them out of the station, and they had a permit to demonstrate.

Permit they may have had, but their language was filthy. It was no wonder that his friends were upset.

Gordon decided that these people needed to leave.

The guard blew his whistle, waved his flag, and Gordon didn’t move.

The guard blew his whistle and waved his flag again, and Gordon still didn’t move.

“Is something wrong, Gordon?” Asked the Fat Controller as he noticed Gordon’s uncharacteristically slow start.

“No sir, but I wouldn’t stand there if I were you.”

The Fat Controller looked behind him. The crowd of people were about ten feet back and few feet behind him, slowly being shoved backwards towards the exits by the station staff.

He looked in front of him. Gordon’s blowdown pipe was slowly dripping with water.

“I can’t recommend that, Gordon.”

“Please move, sir.”

There must have been a look in Gordon’s eye, because the Fat Controller actually did move, waving off the station staff as he did so. The group of angry people relaxed slightly, not realizing that they were now alone on a section of empty platform.

The guard, who saw the Fat Controller move away, waved his flag and blew his whistle a third time.

Gordon didn’t move, but his fireman jumped when he saw the pressure in Gordon’s boiler skyrocket.

“Cripes!” He shouted, and pulled on the lever to blow off steam.

Chaos ensued as steam roared out of Gordon’s boiler and into the station. Inside the enclosed building, it was so loud and so steamy that not even Gordon could hear or see anything, and men outside the station started running towards it, thinking that something had gone dreadfully wrong!

Eventually, the thunderous noise died down, and Gordon was able to see again.

The Fat Controller, who had jumped into his cab as steam filled the building, poked his head out into the open air. His suit was soaked from the residual humidity, and his hat was ruined.

The wall directly opposite Gordon now had a circular spot about a meter wide that was noticeably cleaner than the rest of the wall from where it had been effectively steam-cleaned.

The angry people were angry no more - now they were frightened, soggy, and deaf. None of them were seriously hurt, but they still beat a hasty retreat from the station, leaving many of their signs behind.

Speaking of which... now that the steam had cleared away James’ soot, Gordon could now see what their signs said.

What an odd cause, He thought to himself. Why would they be against happy people?

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February 14, 1987

They were at it again.

Bear was being even more unusual than normal. He’d woken up at the crack of dawn, raced out of the shed at maximum speed, and seemed intent on setting a land speed record for pick-up goods.

Delta had seemed to be her usual overbearing self, but as the day had gone on she’d become more and more anxious. In the interest of being a good friend, Gordon had asked her what was wrong, only for her to tell him that she was "just excited, nothing to worry about and no offense but I don’t think that you’d understand.”

Gordon would have said that something had gotten into the diesel fuel, but BoCo had been similarly puzzled when they spoke at the junction. “I don’t know what’s gotten into them - it’s like they’ve got a hot date or something.”

“A date? With whom?”

“Search me. But half of my passengers are acting the same way - it is Valentine’s Day after all.”

"But that’s a human holiday. Why would they care?"

That also didn’t explain James, whose obsessing over his paintwork had reached new heights of neurotic.

"You will polish my tender until you can see your face in it! Understand?!" He shouted at the workmen.

That night, the sheds were tense, even if there wasn’t any reason for it.

Delta had come back on Bear's evening train - the Hymek himself was nowhere to be seen. Gordon considered it a good thing that Henry was in Barrow that night - he had a tendency to get lonely when Bear was somewhere else, and Delta and James were decidedly on edge all evening.

Without either of the big green engines, the sheds were somewhat emptier than usual, a sensation that grew more and more pronounced as engine after engine left for late-night trains.

Edward left for his late night local around 9, and was followed by BoCo half an hour later.

Percy, who had been sleeping in the sheds most of the day, was practically shooed out by a strangely apologetic James, and huffily left for Elsbridge with a goods train.

A visiting diesel was going home to London, and had been rostered to take the night express all the way to the capitol. When the Class 50 left a few minutes after Percy, Gordon became suddenly aware that the shed was empty aside from himself, Delta, and James.

"How strange," he remarked. "Normally we're all here by this point in the evening."

"I agree," Delta said quickly. "Especially considering that you have to go take something soon as well. I can’t remember the last time the big shed's been this empty."

"What train?" Gordon raised an eyebrow. "I have no trains tonight."

"What." James didn't phrase it as a question.

"Was there something I missed?"

"I thought that you'd have a train tonight." James said, looking panicked.

"I don't do night runs if I can help it James, are you two feeling alright?" Both red engines were looking increasingly alarmed.

"What about the Flying Kipper?"

"I assumed that Henry would take it."

"Henry's in Barrow!"

"Hmm. Why don't one of you take it?"

"Can't." | "We're busy." They said simultaneously.

"Doing what?"

"Not that." James said quickly.

Gordon was about to argue further when James’ crew wandered into the shed.

“Alright boyo! Time for the night mail! Let’s get rolling!” His driver said with way too much joviality for the late hour.

James looked horrified. “Night mail? I can’t take the night mail! I’m not in steam!”

A small wisp of smoke curled out of his funnel as he said that. His crew stared at it.

“Gordon will take it!” James pressed on in desperation. “He likes running at night!”

Gordon, who did not like running at night, and was enjoying the pleasant sensation of his fire slowly burning out, was appalled. “I most certainly will not!” he said indignantly.

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“Mate, you need to work on your negotiating skills.” James’ fireman said to Gordon as the blue engine was coupled to the mail train.

“I didn’t hear you jump to my defense.” Gordon muttered darkly as he shivered in the cold February air.

“‘Course not!” The fireman said. “You think I want to spend all night in James’ little phonebox of a cab? I’ve got so much more room in here!” He swung his shovel around for emphasis, causing a massive CLANG as he accidentally smacked it against the cab wall.

“Good for you...” Gordon grit his teeth and waited for the signal to drop. The sooner this was over the better.

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Two hours later

Fortunately for Gordon, the midnight run was more or less flawless - he had a green signal the entire way across the Island, and aside from having to slow down for track workers outside of Maron station, he made good time into Barrow.

Passing his train off to the yard shunter, Gordon eagerly awaited his berth in the shed. Perhaps he could get some answers out of Henry as to why -

“Sorry mate - not going in ‘ere tonight.” Groused a diesel multiple unit that was sitting astride the points leading to the shed.

“I beg your pardon?” Gordon was not amused.

“Beg all ye like - teh basterds in ‘ere told me to sod off.” The Pacer was no happier than Gordon as he explained. “Said the shed was closed and made me sit outside in the freezin’ cold. Wankers...”

“Who told you that?” Gordon was unaware of any engine who would willingly block the shed - except Duck.

“Some Green bloke.”

“Henry?”

“No, not the kettle! Some other berk - a ‘eritage diesel or some shite like that.” The railcar shivered. “Big, Green, looked ancient, told me to keep out and make sure nobody else came in.”

“And you did what he said?” Gordon was rapidly losing patience with the railbus.

“I wasn’t gonna, but...” The Pacer trailed off guiltily and looked down at his buffers. Gordon followed his gaze and saw that the little multiple unit had derailed on the points.

“I see.” Gordon sighed. He wanted to blame the Pacer, but clearly there was some sort of preserved diesel who was truly to blame.

“At least it isn’t bad outside other than tha cold.” The railcar said, trying to be cheerful.

Gordon stared murderously at the sheds. It had snowed six inches overnight.

To make matters worse, he was now being roped into the morning express - a duty he usually cherished, but would prevent him from knowing the identity of the blasted diesel that had kept him from his warm shed.

Gordon had not been gone more than ten minutes when the shed doors opened and a diesel rolled out of it.

“Oh look Henry, it snowed last night!” Bear called back into the sheds.

“SHOVE IT UP YER INTAKES!” Yelled the Pacer from underneath his snowbank.

#ttte gordon #sodor #ttte #OC: Delta #ttte Bear #ttte James #ttte henry #valentines day #snow #sodor shenangians #fools in love #gordon doesn't notice anything #fic

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