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scoobydoomidnightblue · 2 years

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Okay, so Dreamcatcher—which previously hadn’t had an any gay further than Beaver’s lesbian solidarity boots—just got gay.

I’ve been ignoring Owen Underhill calling Henry “beautiful” for too long. I was at first just thinking it was only sarcasm—I’m too used to Stranger Things right now so every queercoded comment feels like a queerbait—but now he’s just doin’ it to do it. Two fucked up, Byrus covered, suicidal men in a sno-cat (King loves those, doesn’t he? The shining has one too. I’ve never seen a fucking sno-cat in my life) getting shot at by a character that in the movie even being played by Morgan Freeman couldn’t save.

I can’t help it, I ship them like no tomorrow motherfuckers. Ah, fuck me Freddy. Also, tell me The Beav isn’t bisexual. Sir ladder-laces his docs because he gets all the bitches and I love him and his Fonzie jacket. He’s the original motherfucker.

#stephen king #dreamcatcher #gay #Owen underhill #Henry devlin #this must be a ship #tell me I’m not the only one who sees this #beaver Clarendon #ssdd #lil suicidal psychiatrist wants to help the fucked up army man #gimme gimme more #gimme more #queer #let this be gay #I want them to like hug or something #I crave it #I deserve it after how bad this book fucked me up #I’ve never had to put a book down before in horror #what did those post car crash drugs do to you Mr. king

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m-o-o-n-thatspellsblog · 2 years

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Describe yourself in three Stephen King characters?

I love this question, thanks for asking!!

Roland Deschain, The Dark Tower

Dan Torrance, The Shining & Doctor Sleep

Larry Underwood, The Stand

#i should probably elaborate but ill let you draw your own conclusions #honorable mentions #eddie dean #henry devlin #thanks for asking!!!#asks #stephen king

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thotteus-beaumont · 8 months

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Somebody please do a South Park Dreamcatcher by Stephen King AU because there's so much potential. They fit that ridiculous horror with odd comedy so well.....

I don't know the South Park characters well enough to draw who'd be who out of the characters but somebody out there does SO👀

I could see Kenny as Beaver...

Maybe Stan or Craig as Pete...

I don't know! The ships from Dreamcatcher might have to be changed around for the sake of this specific AU?😬

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pandoraarti-fnaf-blog · 5 months

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Fnaf au Sprite colors.

Uuurghhhhhhhh idk why I compelled myself to do this but here we are.

Pretty self-explanatory, just colors for the Sprite forms. ( the circles are for eye colors even though I normally don't give Sprite characters their eye colors)

Anywhy there's actually a lot to talk about.

1 . I decided to call this AU the bloodline AU. ( to which now I have to go back to every post to edit them with the new tag...ugh T_T;)

2 . There's a lot more Aftons in this Au and they now all have names, day of births and day of deaths, and even Heights..( although I will admit not all of them are here but the ones missing aren't really that important to the story and more for period normalcy)

3 . Other names! Eunice's brother now has a full name! ( Devlin Boyle!) And so too Mrs Afton and Mrs Emily! ( Joan & Carol!) ( I didn't want to name her Clara since 1. I don't like it and 2. I already used the 'just use what the rest of the fandom uses' card for The Crying child with Evan.)

4 . The reason Michael and William have two colors for their sprite forms are for drawing them in different points of time ( Michael Being pre scoop<post scoop, William before the murders< after the murders< the assembly arc with the mimic< the off color arc)

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endlessly-cursed · 1 year

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Primrose Gray’s Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Five: Kissed

A/N: With the house to myself and all the afternoon as well, and with finals nearing every day, I have decided to finish this chapter!! This chapter was one of the cutest things I ever wrote and many things were taken from this small one-shot I wrote a while ago.

Summary: Primrose wishes to explore more of her girlhood, but this time, she asks a close friend for it.

OCs featured: Henry of Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal ) Beatrice Gwynn (me) William Devlin ( @unfortunate-arrow )

OCs mentioned: Emmeline Falcon (me) Abraham Alden ( @cursed-herbalist ) Estelle Stolberg-Burke (Gryff) Phineas Falcon & Annabel Cifuentes (me as well) Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co )

Warnings: None, pure fluff and childish awkwardness!

Word Count: 1.9k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @slytherindisaster @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted

15th of January, 1892

Primrose had adjusted to Hogwarts quickly, and had missed it over winter break, and had very much looked forward coming back. Over the break, many couples from her father’s peers had come over, and had overheard the older ladies giggle about kissable guys. Primrose had been thinking about it, and many had agreed most of them had kissed their much older and stinky husband on their wedding day, in front of everybody. It was everywhere. And the thought of it nauseated her. Poor William of course, wasn’t a bad option, but she longed to have it like in the novels she had begun reading behind her mother’s back: she wanted it to be with someone she trusted and was fond of enough.

She had debated all the way back who could it be: she didn’t know Malcolm enough to ask such a thing, and saw her male friends as brothers. The moment Henry approached her, looking like he was running away from something, it struck her.

“Primrose,” he breathed “please take me out of here before the gossip girls find me!”

“I’ll need something in return,”

“Deal,” Then, she grabbed his hand and they both started running away, upstairs, and entered a small and deserted hall with few to no paintings, most of them dormant. Good. They both gasped and looked at one another.

“Thank God,” Henry breathed “if one of them asked me one more time about me being a prince, I would’ve snapped.”

“I know the feeling. They look at me like I’m some prize to be won. It’s disgusting.”

They both sat in comfortable silence, catching their breath and looked at one another. Could she really be that cold and ask him for such a thing?

“So, you’ve rescued me.”

“U—uh, I don’t want anything for now, but...”

Henry squeezed her hand “If you need something, you just need to ask.”

Primrose smiled. There was absolutely no pressure in having her first kiss just yet. She was just eleven, for heaven’s sake!

Primrose knocked on William’s door and he was surprised to see him. She managed a smile for him and fidgeted with her small fingers.

“Can I help you?”

“I want to… discuss something.”

He nodded curtly “Please, sit.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and thought for one moment how tell him that “I confess I do not know where to begin.”

“The beginning, I suppose.”

“Alright,” she breathed “I can do that. Ahem. I do not know if you’ve thought of that, but I have.”

“Of what?”

Primrose blushed “Well, uh… being attracted to someone… Kissing someone even.” When she saw his alarmed face, she quickly put his racing thoughts to rest “Do not fret, I do not feel that way towards you. Or anybody, but… I mean no offence, but I do not like the idea of you being my first kiss on my wedding day.”

“None taken,” he waved.

“How would you feel if… before walking down the aisle I… with discretion, of course, was I to… see for myself what’s out there? So can you, by the way.”

William stood in silence for a moment before biting his lip “If that is what you want… I have no trouble. You’re free in my eyes. You don’t need to ask for my permission.”

“I’m not asking for permission,” she declared “I am consulting you. Because what we do as individuals affects us and our parents.”

He looked down “You have a point. Forgive me, my lady.”

“…How many times do I have to tell you that I am Prim to you?” She smiled.

12th of February, 1893

If Primrose said she hadn’t noticed all kinds of couples kissing rather passionately in the halls and corners of the castle, she’d be lying. The sight rather made her blush, but those images were rather intriguing: the man’s hands on the woman’s hips, their lips together, something intimate and sacred about the touch and the yearning. Primrose knew that it’d be a long time before she even went through that, but having a knowledge of what to do was certainly wise. Beatrice had told her of her experience kissing the stable hand’s son: your whole body vibrates, your heart has never beat any faster and you look at their lips, the need growing stronger.

“But, of course,” she laughed “yer too young for that. A small peck couldn’t hurt.”

Primrose frowned “A peck?”

“Aye. When the lips touch for a second at least.”

Primrose nodded. Right, a peck. That seemed rather easy. A small brush.

“May I ask why yer asking, m’lady? Anyone picked your fancy? Or you’re tryin’ to like your fiancé better?”

“No, I just… I want to have a saying on my first times. Just in a few things. If I can’t pick my groom, I deserve to pick something else.”

Beatrice nodded “I understand. Every woman should, though. But alas, tis still verra much a man’s world.”

“Poor girls have it so easy. I wish I had your freedom, Bea.”

Beatrice chuckled bitterly “Once the cold, hunger and hard work settles in yer bones, you’ll change your mind, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Primrose. I want to enjoy being away from scrutiny as much as I can.”

“Alright, Prim,” Beatrice winked “anyone in mind for yer first experience as a girl?”

She bit her lip and nodded towards Henry, who marvelled at the moving painting of Helga Hufflepuff. Beatrice giggled “A choicest election indeed. Many dream of kissin’ a prince. You get to do so.”

Primrose sighed “If he accepts.”

“Only a fool would refuse Primrose Gray’s kiss.”

Primrose took a nervous breath “I hope you’re right, and that you’re not appealing to my vanity in vain.”

The next morning

Primrose had wondered all night how she’d do this. Having devoured most of the romance books of the library and the ones she brought from Winbourne, she knew well that one thing was the experience of the writers who were much older than her (or dead) and then there was practise.

Henry himself appeared before she could be swallowed into a trance of her thoughts “I was wondering if you’d like to prank Headmaster Black.”

Primrose frowned “Whyever would we do such a thing?”

“Because he’s been awful to us for not belonging to high society and he’s been talking about your mother. Something about ‘impotence and inability’ to have a child.”

“That oaf said what?!” She cried.

Henry placed a careful hand to her mouth and looked around. Then, he pulled her out of sight and whispered “I am as angry as you are. You know I’m fond of your lady mother. That is why we’re going to vindicate her.”

Primrose looked at Henry in his eyes “Tell me what you’ve got.”

A few minutes later, Primrose had tempered with Headmaster Black’s tea, putting all kinds of spices and Henry tempered with his breakfast pastries. Their friend Lord Alden had helped, for he had tempered with his breakfast many times and he and Miss Falcon would take the blame, as usual.

Primrose and Henry sat down, observing once in a while Black’s reaction. When Black started coughing and wheezing at his way-too-spicy tea, he sought to calm it down with pastries. He was relieved… until he stiffened and his eyes got wide.

“Falcon! Alden! Detention!”

Abraham and Emmeline laughed, both starting to run as fast as lighting while Henry and Primrose looked innocent. Henry winked from his seat of Hufflepuff and Primrose stiffened a laugh. Her friend Siobhan’s eyebrows shoot up “Was that all you, Prim?”

“I had help.” The lady smiled.

However, Professor Cifuentes looked at them suspiciously and Primrose signalled Henry to flee. He was quick to do so.

Primrose and Henry walked on the Hogwarts grounds, giggling and reminiscing over the prank they pulled. Primrose still had the same thoughts, and Henry, having shared their lives, noticed this well enough to ask “Are you alright, Prim? You seem to have your head elsewhere…”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I just…” She guessed this was it. Better to take out the elephant in the room “Well, may I ask you something personal?” Henry nodded “Have you… ever thought of your first kiss?”

The boy suddenly stopped walking and looked at the lady with wide eyes, starting to stutter out a response before he finally found the words “Not… not much? I suppose I have other things in mind.”

Primrose sighed “Mama did tell me that boys and girls regard that event differently, but again, you are no mere boy.”

Henry looked at his friend quizzically “Do you have someone in mind? Your fiancé, perhaps?”

It was Primrose’s turn to stop on her tracks and look bewildered at Henry “Good Heavens, no! He might be nice-looking, but it’s not him.”

He cocked his head to one side “Who, then?”

Primrose went red and whispered “I was actually thinking of you…”

“Me?!” He cried, startling some students chatting in the courtyard. He was quick to turn red as well and quickly took her arm and went to one corner of the courtyard “May, uh, may I ask why me, of all eligible people?”

Taking a deep breath, she looked at him in the eyes “Because you’re the only man I fully trust with such matter. The others are too old, gross of boyish with it. And… I feel safe with the idea.”

Henry softened “That is sweet on your part. Uh, must it be…?”

“Whenever you feel ready.”

He nodded “Good.”

For the next twenty minutes, they walked in awkward and tense silence, aimlessly touring the unseen corners of the castle, going up and up until they found a corridor that was deserted of anything. They sat, both slightly shaking with nerves and excitement.

Henry was the one to break the ice “And, ah, do you know what we do now?”

Primrose flushed bashfully “I have read about it and… observed the couples.” She swallowed a big lump and looked at him “First, we need to come closer…”

They both instantly got close, their hands touching, their eyes on the other’s lips “And then…?”

“We both swivel our heads like this… you go left, Henry.” He chuckled nervously at their heads bumping slightly and Primrose had to swallow a giggle not to break the ambiance. When their noses touched, remembering what she had seen and read, Primrose softly cupped his cheek in her hand and whispered so low that he shouldn’t be able to hear it “Close your eyes.”

He did and she gently pressed her lips to his. Her heart threatened to spill out and she could taste his breakfast and cologne. As soon as it began, it was over and they both smiled “That… was actually nice.”

Primrose pressed a napkin to her slightly wet lips “It truly was. Here.”

After a few minutes taking in this new experience, they realised they’d be late to Care of Magical Creatures and both sprinted there, exchanging looks between them.

“Forgive us, Professor Falcon.”

The man looked between the lady and the prince and raised his eyebrows, chuckling “It’s alright, you’re right on time.”

Suspecting that he suspected something, they both focused on the class, and Estelle asked her why her lips were swollen. Primrose blushed completely and carried on her activities. Smiling to herself, she picked a wild flower off the field and gave it to Henry with a ‘Thank you for today’ note. She’d treasure this moment for a long while, indeed.

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose sabrina gray #henry of alderly #william devlin #primrose x henry #mywriting*

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bloodsalted · 2 months

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@coinquinatvs || a meme from here! || accepting!

[ Henry~ ] ❝ It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner. ❞

dean's sitting there in a pair of boxer briefs, a black tshirt and holding a towel against his leg. til he's asked to pull it away and shows the rather nasty gash that's freshly opened in a few places. and it doesn't feel nice. to put it lightly. not nice? son of a bitch. not at all.

henry's kitchen is lit up enough that the wound looks even more gross now that dean takes a real good look at it. his nose is crinkled as he stares down at his calf with a look of utter disgust. "well. i woulda but i know you're not one of those kinda doctors. and i thought it wasn't that bad. turned up here in the middle of the night. took a shower. thought i'd be least a little better by morning. turns out? the damn thing wouldn't stop bleeding." yeah. that thing's gonna need stitches. dean and hospitals though? that's oil and water. matter of fact? he's damn near gotta be dying before he hauls himself into one. if it's for himself. not some case.

or.

you know?

forcing somone he cares about to go get looked at. cause that's a whole different ballgame. dean doesn't mind being a hypocrite when it comes to someone he loves being taken care of. just? you know? himself? that's when it becomes a PROBLEM. forest green eyes bounce from henry to his leg and back. he musters up a round-eyed, imploring gaze at what he's about to ask of him. complete with smile and a big, happy kinda plea. in spite of how bad it hurts. and. that it's bleeding all over again.

"you good with a needle and thread?"

#featuring: henry devlin (coinquinatvs)#coinquinatvs #don't you cry no more. (chapter ii)

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grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 5 months

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"Suicide, Henry had discovered, had a voice. It wanted to explain itself. The problem was that it didn't speak much English; mostly it lapsed into its own fractured pidgin. But it didn't matter; just the talking seemed to be enough. Once Henry allowed suicide its voice, his life had improved enormously. He even had nights when he slept again (not a lot of them, but enough), and he had never had a really bad day." - Henry, 'Dreamcatcher'

#quotes that I hold in my heart #stephen king #dreamcatcher #i love this quote so much and it means a lot to me #dreamcatcher (2001)#henry devlin #stephen king quotes #stephen king books #stephen king movies #quotes

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esoterium · 5 months

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@coinquinatvs || basorexia || accepting always. cause kisses!

[ Henry, for Beaver~ ] Basorexia: 15 + 2: a first kiss that comes out of nowhere.

derry's covered in a thick fog. a winter storm's bearing down on them and he's got a haul of firewood in the back of his pick up that he grabbed just for a certain doctor that he's worried might not've taken the time to get enough for himself. considering what the news is saying? they could be without power for longer than anyone's gonna care for with the temperatures dropping below zero. there's other supplies in a few bags. candles, hand warmer packs. enough to carry anyone through the worst. because one thing they got going? maine's so used to getting it's ass kicked by the cold? they'll get their shit figured out fast. just gotta deal with it til then.

the bags now at his feet inside henry's house. the firewood's safe and dry. beaver's standing at the window looking out at his truck with a mug of hot chocolate and bailey's knowing that his worry and his fucking overkill in making sure all things henry were storm ready were a sure sign that above and beyond.. meant something.

toothpick twirling against his tongue, his gaze bounces to henry's reflection in the glass. he holds the stick expertly still as he swallows a sip of his spiked drink. the wood reappearing once the mug's lowered only to be taken out and shoved in his coat pocket when he turns around and henry's right behind him. there's a closeness that visibly shakes beav. has him damn near dropping the mug before he bends to lower it to a coffee table. thanks and you're welcome. his voice is strained. his eyes get tired. god damn he's so wary of pretending he'd do this for any of his friends. a select few, yes. but henry? he's the one he rushed here to check on first.

beaver moves to excuse himself but neither one of them move. he swears he hears an offer to ride out the storm there. but his head feels like a sponge and his hearing's muted by the thundering heartbeat. henry's eyes are on his mouth. beaver's gaze reflects henry's. all eyes on the doctor's lips. who knows who makes the first move? he'll replay it later in his head. but henry's mouth tastes like home the minute his lips are sealed against it and his hands are buried into the top of henry's hair. beav's on his toes, tasting him like he's been starving. devouring the flavor like he's never swallowed a drop of heaven in his life til now. fuck me freddy. so this is a thing.

#come most mornings he doesn’t like to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. (beaver clarendon)#featuring: henry devlin (coinquinatvs)#coinquinatvs #ooooh? kissus.

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scoobydoomidnightblue · 2 years

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So I just officially finished Dreamcatcher and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not gay until the minds touch.

Ignore how beat up it is, i got this copy from my local haunted used bookstore, but here it is being once again relinquished to my Stephen King shelf.

This book has fucked with me many times. It has caused me immense pain. I am way too attached to the characters. I miss Beaver. I have started chewing on toothpicks instead of picking my skin. I am thinking of changing my name to Jonesy. Help. But also don’t help, I am fine. It’s over. The aliens have been defeated.

Goodnight shit-weasels. SSDD.

#stephen king #dreamcatcher #beaver clarendon #Pete Moore #Gary Jones #jonesy #Henry devlin #Owen underhill was gay #looking at this ending from a very agnostic point of view is funny #Stephen king says ‘what else would they do but turn to god?’ and then compares god to Beaver’s lullaby #cementing that it’s a comfort/escape #not necessarily the guiding factor #and then references Dr. Strangelove #I know it’s just the shining he doesn’t like and I can understand why #but I just laugh at him referencing Kubrick #very very good book though #I liked it more than the shining #super underrated #thank you Stephen king

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wallachiandragon · 11 months

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Vlad was taking a rare moment to himself just after dark and was smiling softly to himself as the colony of bats that roosted near the Wall began to circle around him as soon as he came out into the estate's courtyard, "Hello my friends." He said in an older version of Romanian before raising a hand so any of the creatures could land on it.

#Character: Henry Devlin #coinquinatvs #rp posts #verse: tbd

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floorman3 · 11 months

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1982: The Greatest Geek Year Ever Review- A Docuseries That Brought Me Back to My Childhood in a Great Way

The fact that 1982 is a year that has been one that made me who I am today is pretty incredible to me. That year had so many of my favorite movies. ET the Extraterrestrial is a film that has been one of the most influential movies of my lifetime. I was only 8 years old at the time, but I loved that movie so much. I still remember watching it at a drive-in theater, and I felt ET and Elliot (Henry…

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endlessly-cursed · 1 year

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Primrose Gray’s Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Four: The Arrangement

A/N: Finals are finally over and holidays are over the horizon, so this series will get my undivided attention. Expect more of this series after the long radio silence!

Summary: Primrose’s life takes a drastic change that will mark her youth

OCs featured: William Devlin ( @unfortunate-arrow ) Henry of Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal ) and his family

OCs mentioned: The Stolberg-Burkes (also Gryff) the Coventries and the Hastings ( @camillejeaneshphm ) the Aldens ( @cursed-herbalist )

Warnings: A bit of classism of the era

Word Count: 2.2k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @slytherindisaster @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @thatravenpuffwitch let me know if you want me to either add you or remove you!!

1889

Vincent Gray had been invited to a gentlemen-only soiree, and wanting to escape the women’s scheming, he was gladdened to accept. It seemed like finally he was being accepted in high society by his fellow male peers, a bit tired of ambitious mamas.

Especially he was escaping his wife’s machinations. He could still recall their argument later in the morrow.

“Why can’t you see how advantageous this match could be?!” She shouted “Our daughter would be protected and no one would doubt her claim! Maria Elisabeth married a duke herself.”

“Yes, and that duke ruled her and Winbourne! Just like Frederick was the one taken into account while Henriette remained in the shadows.”

Victoria looked at him “What do you have against the Alderlies, exactly?”

“They are Hanoverians, Vicky!” He cried out “You know what happens to their wives! Everybody does!”

“Are you implying that Henry is not enough husband for our girl?”

“Henry’s a good lad. I’m more worried about his parents and close peers. And the fact that they’d likely swallow the estate into theirs and centuries of work would go to the seven hells!”

Victoria raised her hands “What do you suggest, then? Anyone in mind?”

“Yes. Someone who doesn’t have ties or a title to tend. Someone who will not stand in the way of her claim. Perhaps in the Wizarding World.”

Victoria turned back at him and slowly came close to him “I am the viscountess here, and our daughter will marry whom I say, end of the discussion.”

Vincent sighed, rubbing his temples. Then, suddenly, a thump woke him from his trance and saw a rather tipsy Lord Carlisle greeting him “Ah, Lord Vincent, what a surprise!”

“My lord. What brings you here?”

“Well, I’ve heard that you are looking for a groom for your girl. I have a ward her age. Shy, likes drawing and quiet. His name is William.”

Vincent’s eyebrows shot up in amusement “Are you proposing your… ward for my girl?”

He nodded, gulping another drink “You see, I’ve heard, and correct me if I’m wrong, that you wish for your daughter to marry someone who won’t stand in the way of her claim. The boy has no noble ties, no title or a name to tend to. I’m happy to educate him to be her shadow and know his place as her future husband.”

“People will talk.” Vincent remarked.

“And will you listen to what they say, my lord? It could be an advantageous match…”

Vincent observed the man for a minute, taking in everything he said. The rumours were everywhere that he was the boy’s father, and it’d cause some trouble for Primrose, but perhaps, if they were engaged, the people wouldn’t doubt him as much.

“Lord Paul, how about if you come see me this Tuesday at four o’clock so we can discuss this properly?”

He smiled, shaking his hand “I’ll be there.”

“Let us hope you remember.” He joked.

For the next months, Paul and Vincent discussed back-and-forth how their engagement would work.

“…Of course, Primrose will be the head of the house.”

“…It’ll be wise that they have separate bank accounts.”

“…Won’t have any obligations until they’re introduced in society.”

“…Eighteen would be a good age for him to propose.”

“…Must learn in the meantime the history of the Somersets.”

“…In exchange for her hand I can give you…”

Right a few weeks before the boy’s ninth birthday, they had already settled a contract and would meet to sign it properly, everything planned and agreed. But secretly, he had been in the lookout for any other bachelor who’d pop up.

On Victoria’s point of view, not only the Alderlies had proposed their son, the Coventries and the Aldens had proposed their respective sons. Victoria had rejected the second, for he was a bit old for her tastes and had heard that he had already picked his future bride. When the scandal of the only Coventry boy and heir being homosexual came out, Victoria wrote to them rejecting their prospect.

Another families had stepped up, offering their sons that were her age. Vincent had investigated the Greek boy, Adonis, and Victoria had liked the di Napoli boy, Ernest, if she recalled correctly. But Ernest’s family was problematic and the Greek boy didn’t have the qualities he looked for a groom in his daughter, so they were rejected as well.

In the end, he was where he started: with the Devlin boy as the final prospect. Legitimacy controversies aside, they were a good match: he was just as intelligent, knowing French as well, a capital student and in the way of becoming a sportsman. It was definitely better this way, with someone unimportant in the eyes of society so he wouldn’t outshine his girl, the important piece in the chess.

Soon, Paul called proposing a dinner at his estate to see if they’d match after their speculations and also have a celebration for their ninth birthdays, since they were very close in age. He was quick to accept and told Victoria of his intrigues. The response was a Romanian vase being thrown to his head, which he hardly missed.

“YOU ENGAGED MY DAUGHTER TO A BASTARD?! WITHOUT CONSULTING ME?!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. He had never heard her scream like that ever since last year, when she had miscarried their last child.

“I know how it seems, but we must see the bigger picture here—,”

“Oh, and what would that be?!”

“He is a good boy! A good student, intelligent, with no ambition or ties to any sort of state or title, the perfect husband that won’t outshine the important person here: Prim!”

“I don’t see why she shouldn’t marry someone of rank! Or with an actual fortune! Last night the Stolberg-Burkes called. They consider their son a worthy groom of our daughter, and so do I! And it’s never too late for Henry!”

“Please, give the Devlin boy a chance.”

Victoria scoffed “You’ve made your decision. Go on, tell me what the hell have you plotted now.”

He looked down, ready for the shouting “We have signed a contract. We only need your signature.”

Silence. Then, ruffling movement of skirts. Then, another vase was thrown, and he had to duck this time “Victoria, enough!” He cried.

“YOU SIGNED A CONTRACT WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO DO ANYTHING WITH MY HEIR WITHOUT ME?!”

“YOUR HEIR?!”

“YES!” She yelled “MY HEIR, MY HOUSE, MY BLOODLINE.”

He nodded, anger and bitterness building up “And I am just the lucky sperm-man who gave you what you needed to continue it, am I not?”

Victoria realised what she had said, and started to try form a sentence. He didn’t give her a chance. He instead left, slamming the door close. He didn’t hear Victoria’s sobs, but could tell that he’d be sleeping in the guest room.

8th of July, 1889

Victoria had dressed in the Somerset blue and black, while Vincent had dressed the Slytherin green and both seemed distant to one another. Many children had been invited to their joint birthday party. Primrose, thankfully, was a good girl and was happy to share her birthday bash with someone else and make a new friend. They were now speaking to one another in French, and while weary of her presence, he seemed to like her well enough. Primrose, was, of course, intrigued by him and why the sudden interest on a minor noble family. Henry was quick to snatch her to play, and invited William along.

They ran off to the gardens, which weren’t as grand as the ones in Winbourne, but still nice to look at. Lord Paul was, of course, trying to win over Victoria, showering her with compliments and the sort of flattery, but Victoria was as cold as the Antarctica itself, offering cold and calculated smiles and dry ‘thank you’. She glared to her husband from time to time, muttering things about the decoration of choice and how one could tell that the place lacked a woman to take care of things properly.

“I’d be much obliged to tell you all about the bachelorettes who are in the lookout for a… humble husband like yourself, my lord.” She smiled, clearly trying to get a raise out of him, but it seemed that Vincent had warned him. He smiled tightly, raising his glass.

Louise leaned and whispered something about a portrait of the late viscount and Victoria laughed coldly. She looked back at the garden, where Georgia helped Primrose up and observed a quiet William drifting away. She wondered why wasn’t he following probable orders to impress the girl.

“Vicky, dear, have I ever told you about my nephew Caspian Hastings? He is available, a future marquess to the Hastings line and very much a bachelor…”

Primrose had decided to follow the Devlin boy into a hayloft and observed he was drawing something under his shirt, focused on it.

“What are you drawing?” She asked.

The boy looked up and cleared his throat, raising a bit his sketchbook “Nothing. Aimlessly drawing.”

Primrose showed her hands “I understand if you don’t want to show. I know we’ve been introduced, but with all that noise… I’m Lady Primrose Gray of Winbourne.” She extended her hand.

“William Devlin.” He shook her hand.

She sat in front of him, a respectful distance between them “It seems like our fathers wanted us to meet. Do you think he’s fishing for allies?”

“He is… that is, he is not my father, he is my guardian.”

“…Of course, my apologies. What are your theories on this whole soiree?”

1892

There had been several events, and Primrose had seen for herself some suitors from her mother, and had done her best to impress everyone with her piano and harp skills, which she had practised. According to Bea, men were inclined to women who had a good sense of music and who looked pristine and put-together, so she always chose sensible colours for her presentation. The Devlin boy had been invited, but he was not present. Probably sketching somewhere.

Someone went to fetch him. Her father was going to make an announcement. Primrose looked at Henry, and he looked at her too. Perhaps they’ve finally reached an agreement? Everyone looked at her father expectantly, a choking silence filling the room.

“As you know, my wife and I have been looking for a suitable groom for our little treasure, and we like to think we’ve found the perfect man for it. Hence, I have decided to announced the engagement of my daughter, the Lady Primrose… to William Devlin, Lord Carlisle’s ward.”

Her mother said nothing, perhaps bracing herself for something.

“I’m sorry?!” Duchess Louise cried.

“This is outrageous! Victoria, you told us that we were your first priority!” Duke Thomas argued. Henry just sank in his seat.

“Hah! I can think of better men here than that—,”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Primrose cried. William, who had been trying to withdraw, had been seized by Primrose’s hand, and she looked defiantly at the adults. She was playing a big gamble, but William did not deserve this “It was my choice,” she declared “my father presented me with all of the candidates and I chose Mr. Devlin. I chose him, not my parents. I understand your anger, but I will not allow you to insult my bridegroom.” She lifted her chin, and William looked at her, bewildered. Everyone sat down, and she swore the duke downed his glass. “From now on, you will speak to him with respect, for my sake and Winbourne’s.”

Henry stood up and lifted his glass “To Lady Primrose and Mr. Devlin, then.” The other candidates soon followed.

As they began whispering, William finally left, taking the chance that her grip had nearly vanished and Primrose followed. She chased him to the gardens. He noticed her and turned around “Why did you do it?”

“They were insulting you, sir. I couldn’t allow it. The choice is made. We will marry when we are older, and it is our duty to look out for the other.”

Something in his face flickered, and his shoulders softened “Thank you. I don’t think anybody has defended me that way before.”

Primrose smiled tightly, and nodded “I will leave you to your own thoughts. You know where to find me.”

Primrose walked to her room, already retiring to bed, when she found her mother there. She looked like she had aged a thousand years. She motioned her to sit with her “What you did today was brave. Not many would’ve defended a boy like him with such fierceness and bravery. But we can put an end to this if you wish. The Stolberg-Burke’s offer still stands…”

“No. I want it to leave it the way Papa has done. Besides, I think that I can finally do something good with my title. I think that his tie to me protects him from rumours.”

Victoria smiled widely and kissed her head soundly “When did my girl become so benevolent and wise?”

Primrose leaned on her mother and didn’t hear Victoria mutter “I will find a way out of this farce. You will marry for love, even if it’s the last thing I achieve, so help me God.”

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose sabrina gray #vincent gray #victoria gray #william devlin #henry of alderly #mywriting*

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