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marybeatriceofmodena · 1 year

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What did Andrew Lloyd Webber do to make Patti Lupone upset? Sorry, saw your tags and i was curious

Oh.

Oh honey.

You sweet child.

Anyway, get ready for one of the most infamous showdowns in all musical theatre history, with the guy who writes the straightest musicals on Broadway (derogatory) and the one and only, the matriarch, the queen, two three-time Tony award winner Patti LuPone.

So, Andrew Lloyd Webber was basically kind of a boy genius in his prime - he met his future collaborator Tim Rice when they were 17 and 20 respectively, he wrote his first big hit, Jesus Christ Superstar, at 22, with Tim Rice writing the lyrics. And it was kind of a big deal at the time because the topic was controversial (you know, the Passion with rock music), but also because Broadway wasn't that far off from its golden age and let's just say the music and style were very different from, say, My Fair Lady. Or The Sound of Music. Or Funny Girl. It was basically the Rent/Hamilton of its time. (Yeah, Stephen Sondheim was around at that time, he worked on West Side Story which was revolutionary in of itself, but he's kind of an oddball in this case. You'll understand why later.)

Their real follow up (I'm not counting Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat for a variety of reasons) was a little musical called Evita, which you might know mainly because of a song called Don't Cry For Me Argentina. Or at least, your mom has probably heard it once at the very least. It's that song that's oversung from a musical while being out of context along with I Dreamed a Dream for Les Misérables. Or Memory from Cats.

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Evita tells the story of Eva Peron, the wife of an Argentinian dictator, who basically screws her way to the top and ends up becoming the mistress of Juan Peron and the most beloved woman in her country through guile and deceit. Yes, I know the historical accuracy is very much debated but I know jackshit about Argentina's history except the bare basics so don't come at me. It was first produced in the West End in London, with Elaine Paige in the role, but because of Equity issues, she couldn't reprise her role for the Broadway production. So a Julliard graduate who was mostly starring in David Mamet plays got the part instead, and that was Patti LuPone.

Patti... did not have a good time during Evita, because the part is basically the kind of score where you can tell the composer is used to writing male parts, but most female singers have a two-octave range (yes, you got Julie Andrews who used to have a three-octave range, and many others, but they're exceptions), so she struggled a lot. That being said, if you listen to live recordings of her, you wouldn't be able to tell, and it got a lot easier later on. But she had this to say:

"Evita was the worst experience of my life. I was screaming my way through a part that could only have been written by a man who hates women. And I had no support from the producers, who wanted a star performance onstage but treated me as an unknown backstage. It was like Beirut, and I fought like a banshee."

This is from Patti's autobiography, which she wrote in 2007 - 8 years after shit with ALW went down. With all that said, she won a Tony Award for Evita, and she pretty much became a musical theatre household name from then on. She played Fantine in Les Misérables, Nancy in Oliver!, Reno Sweeney in Anything Goes. Meanwhile, ALW's next big hits were Cats (I'm not even kidding, Cats was a hit), and, you guessed it, The Phantom of the Opera, which he wrote in part to showcase his then wife Sarah Brightman's triple threat talents.

So, you need to understand before I continue that ALW, from my perspective, has always had a bit of an inferiority complex. He's basically associated to writing these commercially successful musicals that show a big spectacle but aren't ultimately substantial. I'm not sure I entirely agree with that, but I do think that if he didn't have Hal Prince, Maria Bjornson, Charles Hart and Gillian Lynne backing him up for Phantom, it would have probably been a Rocky Horror Picture Show knockoff people would have forgotten about pretty quickly. This is what I mean:

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Yep, that was Phantom before any of the people I mentioned above (and Michael Crawford) were really involved.

Remember how I said Stephen Sondheim was an oddball? The thing with him is that his musicals weren't always commercially successful, but in general, in part thanks to being Leonard Bernstein's protégé, he was generally pretty well-respected and it was considered that his work was bringing musicals to a whole other level. Without Sondheim, you wouldn't have Jonathan Larson, and you wouldn't have Lin-Manuel Miranda. I am convinced ALW is resentful of that, and when you stop and think about it for more than 10 seconds, it's so obvious he REALLY wants to be Sondheim or at least command the same level of respect, but that's a story for another day.

So, after Phantom, ALW had other musicals that followed that either got a meh reception or outright flopped. Then there was Sunset Boulevard, which is based on the movie of the same name with Gloria Swanson. Despite all of her griefs for Evita, Patti LuPone agreed to partake in the musical as Norma Desmond, for its production in London, with the promise that she would transfer to Broadway once that production would open. And overall, after a string of flops, Sunset was actually doing pretty well.

HOWEVER. One day, while reading the gossip column of a newspaper, Patti found out that contrary to what she was promised, Glenn Close, who was meanwhile starring as Norma in the Los Angeles production, was to play Norma on Broadway. That was a complete surprise for her since no one on the production team had bothered to tell her it was happening - and keep in mind that for the news to come up the way it did in a gossip column, it probably would have necessitated a delay of a few weeks between the producers and the newspaper, which would have given them plenty of time to break the news to Patti. And Patti kind of needed the leg up because she was pretty bitter that a) Madonna was cast in the Evita adaptation instead of her; b) they actually lowered the key to fit Madonna's voice range, and she still had to expand her own to be able to sing the (lowered) score. And trust me, Patti is mad about it to this day.

So of course, she trashed her dressing room, the cast and crew weren't even mad about it because they were as shocked and angered as she was by the news. Patti sued Andrew Lloyd Webber for breach of contract, namely for 1 MILLION DOLLARS (yup, those are the real numbers), won, used the money she got from the lawsuit to get a swimming pool, which she called (and I SHIT YOU NOT) the Andrew Lloyd Webber Memorial Pool. Since then, Webber is dead to her, to the point rumor has it she had part of a building blocked during an event so she could get out of it without coming across Webber, because she hates him so flipping much she doesn't even want to be in the same building as the guy.

(There's also drama that happened with Faye Dunaway who was supposed to replace Glenn Close after she went from Los Angeles to Broadway, except they abruptly closed the show down after Close left, but that's a story for another day)

So with all the bad press, and with ALW forced to pay 1 million dollars for Patti's lawsuit, that led Sunset's productions to close earlier than expected. ALW has stayed around since, with... mitigated output, so to say. The lowest point for a lot of people is Love Never Dies, the sequel to Phantom, which some people love, and that's fine, but it didn't do well with either critics nor fans of the original show, which ALW is EXTREMELY BUTTHURT ABOUT. And like, there are so many stories I could tell about LND alone, but I will share my own crack theory about it, since it does relate to the ask.

Anyway, buckle up.

So. There have been jokes going around for years that the Phantom in LND is basically ALW's self-insert, where he displays to the world that he's totally not over Sarah Brightman leaving him (in part because making Phantom kinda ruined their marriage lmao), despite, you know, having married since. (Aaaaaakward.) So LND basically becomes this really uncomfortable therapy session where a man writes a self-insert musical about how his ex-wife made a big mistake of leaving a sensitive artistic soul such as himself. The characters from Phantom who appear in LND are all more or less unrecognizable as a result, and one who gets it worse (in my humble opinion) is Meg Giry, who was basically Christine's sweet and loyal ballerina friend who basically went into the Phantom's lair on her own to save her friend despite the danger. In LND, she's basically a bitter hag (because ALW hates women, guess Patti was right about that), who really likes the swim and even has a stripping vaudeville number about it, written in universe by the Phantom, no less.

For comparison, here's Don Juan Triumphant (the Phantom's opera in the original):

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And here's Bathing Beauty (the vaudeville number):

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Yeah, so... do you see why people hate LND already?

And that's not the only thing with Meg! She's also pining for the Phantom to pay attention to her and threatens to drown the Phantom and Christine's secret love child when he makes it clear that he's gonna love Christine for EVA AND EVA.

So, with everything we learned today about ALW, would someone like him view someone like Patti LuPone as some sort of crazy, bitter diva who's obsessed with him for whatever reason? Absolutely. Would he be petty enough to insert Patti LuPone into his self-insert musical, which gave us the version of Meg Giry we got in LND? Of course. Why does Meg love to swim so much and why does she drag Gustave out ostensibly for a swim? Is it a dig at Patti's Andrew Lloyd Webber Memorial Pool? Maybe.

I kind of hope we find out one day if that theory is true. And maybe start a kickstarter so Patti can add this painting from the 2004 movie in her collection.

Fun fact: during the process of casting for the 2004 movie adaptation of POTO, ALW allegedly suggested Patti LuPone to play Carlotta... only for Joel Schumacher to have to awkwardly remind him that they were not on speaking terms. The idea was therefore promptly dropped.

#YOU'RE WELCOME ANON #anon asks #Andrew Lloyd Webber #Patti LuPone #evita #sunset boulevard #phantom of the opera #love never dies

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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 1 year

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Presume Not That I Am What I Once Was - The King (2019)

Pairing: Prince Hal/Henry V x female!reader

Description: You and Hal fall for each other as both of your realities come crashing down, all at once.

Word count: 801

Warnings: mentions of sex, female anatomy and allusion to pregnancy, supporting character death (?)

A/N: Hiii! Long author’s note warning. It’s been so long since I’ve posted on here. Of course the first fic I write on return is about the love of my life, Prince Hal. Now, for the record, I will always, ALWAYS see Tom Hiddleston as Hal. Full stop. #HollowCrownSuperiority. But yesterday, I was looking at scenes from The King (with which I take great issue, but we aren’t ready for that conversation) and the visuals (read: Timmy’s face) were giving way too much for me not to be inspired to write about such a complex, clever, and conflicted character. Soooooo here’s 800-ish words about our beloved prodigal son/wayward prince turned King of England. Oh, also, right below here is *probably* my favorite Shakespeare monologue. Very revealing (and confounding) of Hal, and what made me fall in love with this character. <3

Henry IV Act I, Scene ii

PRINCE

I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humor of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapors that did seem to strangle him. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work, But when they seldom come, they wished-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So when this loose behavior I throw off And pay the debt I never promisèd, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glitt’ring o’er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

You didn’t know it would be the last time. The last time you would hear the voice he never used around anyone else but you, tender, caring, adoring. The last time you would see him grin like he did when he was too far gone from drink, euphorically gleeful. The last time you would ever be able to touch him. Here, he wasn’t the Prince of Wales; he was Hal.

You weren’t expecting to feel the way you did about him. The way your heart beat faster each time he swaggered into the Boar’s Head Inn. The knot in the pit of your stomach when you’d come downstairs to find Sibyl perched on the prince’s lap with his hand ‘round her waist. You kept your eye trained on him every night, gambling and singing and fucking the night away.

At first, it was just like any other lay with the drunken, unkempt men that passed their time here. Just bodies moving together. Over time he visited Sibyl less and less, and wasted no time pulling you upstairs. He would stay the whole night and hold onto you in his sleep.

He wasn’t expecting to traipse around Eastcheap only for his mind to wander back to you. Back to the conversations you two shared in that Spartan single-room apartment after it was all over, the both of you laying entangled atop sweat-soaked sheets. He loved watching you gaze at him in the candlelight as he murmured tales of his antics with Falstaff and Poins, almost always punctuated with the faint grunts, cries, and rhythmic banging and rocking from all around, a prelude to another round of lovemaking.

It was the night after his father, Henry IV, had succumbed to the pox. Hal wasn’t gentle this time. He fucked hard, the rocking making you nauseous at one point, not that he would have noticed because he had kept his eyes closed the whole time. You wondered what was going on in his head. You wondered when you would summon the strength to tell him. Hal thrusted and thrusted, but it was all for naught. His moans turned to whimpers. He collapsed beside you; head buried in the crook of your neck as he broke into a sob.

“Hey, hey,” you said, turning to him and pulling him into you, your hand cradling the back of his head. His breath came out in warm huffs and tears seeped onto your breast.

“My father...” Hal mumbled. You pulled his face up to yours, thumbs wiping the tears from his bloodshot eyes. He looked tragically beautiful. While you cursed yourself for what was to come, Hal replayed his words to his father’s councilors. Know now that you will be watched over by an altogether different king. Hal assumed – no, he knew – his father saw him as nothing but a royal pain. His thoughts were interrupted by your quiet groan. You winced and looked down, hand to your lower stomach. Hal’s eyes followed. You hadn’t meant to let out a sound, jerking your hand back down to the bed. In fact, you had been good at hiding it. Or so you thought. Your eyes traveled slowly back up and you met your lover’s gaze. You’d never seen so many thoughts go on behind someone’s eyes, grief, trepidation, yearning, remorse… You held each other as hard as you had the very first time, a goodbye of sorts. But that was the thing about goodbyes, endings – no one ever shared them for the same reason.

Snow fell the day Hal became King Henry V of England. The Abbey bells rang out around London. Your hand slid to your belly instinctively and gazed at the city from your window, just barely making out the palace in the distance.

#the king 2019 #the king netflix #prince hal x reader #the king #henry v x reader #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet fic #henry v x oc #henry v x ofc #iz writes

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How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays (Plus Presents They Would Give You)

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

A/N: I hope you all have/have had a wonderful holidays! Wishing you all a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Characters in this listicle include: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Hal, Prince Loki of Asgard, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Caius Martius Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, and Jaguar Villain Tom Hiddleston

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

• For Will, celebrating the holidays would most certainly include a special service at the church on Christmas morning. The bells would ring, inviting everyone in Aldwinter to gather. Will would read from the scriptures for all to hear. Then, the choir would perform a series of carols, and Will would sit in the pew along with the rest of the attendees. Offering you a genuine smile, he would gently hold your hand while the choir sang.

• After the service came to an end, Will would offer you his coat if you seemed cold, gently draping it around your shoulders while you walked home together. If you needed anything for the Christmas dinner or for the night

• And in the evening, Will would watch you prepare Christmas dinner for the both of you. He wouldn't know much about cooking, but he would happily stand near you and talk to you, keeping you company while you toiled. Then, he would recite a small prayer thanking

• Christmas present Will would give you? Perhaps a simple gold pendant with a small gemstone like a diamond or an emerald. After supper, he'd approach you and whisper "Happy Christmas" while placing the necklace around your neck, pushing your hair out of the way.

King Henry V from The Hollow Crown

• On Christmas morning, King Henry V would attend a special service at the church alongside you, his beloved queen.

• After the service, you and Henry would distribute alms (food, clothes, candles) among the poor citizens in the kingdom. According to the king, even the lowest are deserving of a proper Christmas

• Then, you and Henry would either take a carriage ride around the snow-laden city, waving to the citizens and wishing them a happy Christmas

• Or, you and the King of England would spend the rest of the afternoon inside your chambers, snuggled together by the fire with Henry resting his head on your lap while you caressed his auburn curls.

• Christmas present Henry would give you? A beautiful new red or blue gown with a set of gold jewelry.

Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Drinks! (Shots, shots, shots, shots - alright, I'll stop and retrieve my maturity)

• But truly, Christmas would be a time for Hal to indulge in all sorts of mischief in the tavern, including snagging Falstaff's most precious stash of liquor.

• He'd dare any willing patron to outdrink him, in the process getting them to do all sorts of stupid things like sing silly bards or flirt with someone.

• By the time you found your beloved prince, he'd probably be heavily tipsy with endless amounts of energy and whisky on his breath. As soon as he saw you, he'd jubilantly hug you and kiss you on the lips.

• Christmas present Hal would give you? A small gold ring, perhaps one with a ruby, that you could wear either around your neck or around your finger

Prince Loki of Asgard from Thor:

• While Asgard doesn't celebrate Christmas per se, there would be plenty of Yule celebrations in the kingdom. As a prince and member of the royal family, Loki would be present at each of the important feasts, dressed in his signature emerald green robes and golden armor.

• He would have to listen to Odin and Thor drone about their various accomplishments - many of them brutish in nature - over the past year, entertaining the guests before the entrees could be served. But at least, Loki could entertain himself by enchanting Thor's cutlery to run away from the table, or by playing a trick that hypnotized Thor into speaking gibberish out of nowhere.

• Odin was not pleased with the amount of laughter from the guests directed at Thor

• But other than that, Loki would find reasons to enjoy the holiday season in Asgard - he would

• Yule Present that Loki would give you? A beautiful tiara embellished with emeralds and diamonds. For his rightful queen.

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from Avengers: Infinity War

• In the days leading up to Christmas, Loki would find himself unwillingly stuck with Thor shopping around Midgard. It turned out that Thor was part of something called "Secret Santa" with the Avengers, where each of them had to buy a present for someone randomly assigned to them. Thor was given Wanda Maximoff, so he was combing through the shopping malls around New York City to find something for her.

• "Yes, yes, buy everything on the rack," Loki sarcastically remarked while Thor eyed a rack of gift baskets filled with soaps, bath oils, and body lotions. "It's not like you have a servant to carry your bags around for you."

• "Cheer up, brother! It's the season for joy…Do you want to sit on Santa Claus's lap?"

• But there was one reason Loki always tagged along with his brother's visits to Midgard in December: you

• While Thor was hanging out with the other Avengers, Loki would visit you - especially when you had days off from work or school - at your home.

• He'd arrive at the outside of your window, holding a bouquet of poinsettias or a bag of Christmas-themed candy for you to enjoy.

• And then, you and Loki would walk hand-in-hand through the town, admiring the colorful decorations. Loki personally wouldn't have cared for them a few years ago, but seeing your face light up with adoration made his heart absolutely warm with joy.

• On Christmas day, Loki even surprised you with a horse-driven carriage ride. He proudly showed up at your place, wearing his signature green robes and golden armor, as befitting a true prince of Asgard. Loki took your hand and seated you next to him, an arm around your shoulder. At the end of the carriage ride, he sweetly kissed you on the lips and murmured, "Merry Christmas, darling."

• Present that Loki would give you? A collection of your favorite books, with hidden notes handwritten by Loki between the pages.

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• For Bill, Christmas is a time to be with the ones you love. He'd be happy to have you visit Little Stempington and meet his parents

• You might be a little intimidated at first, but Bill would assure you many times that his parents would like you

• You were courteous to bring his mother a box of French macarons since Bill told you his mum enjoyed French cuisine. And for his dad, you brought a bottle of liquor, which made him laugh.

• His mother thought you were a gem compared to Jewel, and his father jokingly said you were out of Bill's league ("you better hold onto this one, son. Don't let her get away.")

• After meeting his parents, Bill would take a chance to get some alone time with you in his bedroom, showing you things from his childhood - toys, trophies, rugby jerseys. You laughed and "aww'd" at the sight of one of the photos in his room; it was a one-year-old Bill wearing a nappy and crawling with a smile.

• Bill would chuckle, putting his arm around your amd stealing a kiss...only for his mother to walk in. (It didn't help that his dad loudly reminded Bill to "use protection")

• Still, you and Bill would have a lovely time with Bill's parents, getting to know each other better and helping prepare Christmas dinner for the four of you.

• Christmas gift Bill would give you: a snow globe with a waltzing couple inside it, and a silver bracelet he picked out

Coriolanus from Coriolanus

• Coriolanus was always a serious man. Even when you came into his life and he married you, he was serious - hardly indulging himself in things like wine or opium

• (The one exception was you, his darkest kryptonite. Coriolanus couldn't seem to get enough of you, holding you close whenever you were in the same room. He just had to come to you and touch you and kiss you.)

• On the morning of the festivities, Coriolanus woke you up with a long, slow kiss. "Io Saturnalia," you cooed, slowly opening your eyes.

• He'd absolutely refuse to participate in the traditions he viewed as ludicrous, such as cross-dressing and the reversal of roles. But he would be more than happy to stand at the balcony with you and watch the plebians indulge themselves in shenanigans.

• And when he got tired of watching masters serve their slaves, and people breaking all sorts of rules in various states of intoxication, Coriolanus would pepper your neck with kisses and beckon you to your shared bedroom.

• BRIEF SMUT ALERT

• Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, he'd take the opportunity to kiss you all over

• With a naughty grin, he'd place you on the bed and lift the hem of your garment up to your hips and pleasure you with his tongue.

• It was an act considered vulgar among most people, so why not do it on the day of no rules? It was Coriolanus's one and only indulgence about it

• END OF SMUT (and time for me to atone for my sins)

• Saturnalia gift Coriolanus would give you? Perhaps a small trinket - like a small statue of Venus - or a new dress that made you look like a goddess.

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

• Christmas was always a busy night for Jonathan, one that he would always choose to work without question. There would be lots of guests looking for rooms to stay durng their vacations, honeymoons, and holiday getaways.

• Still, he would find a way to have some alone time with you, even if it meant you visiting the front desk at 2 in the morning to see him.

• Jonathan would give you the gift he'd bought a few days ago, you would give him a set of cufflinks or a new tie for him to wear.

• Taking your hand, Jonathan would lead you to one of the hotel lounges (finding an empty suite would be highly unlikely given the amount of guests) to share a bottle of wine and some dinner, just the two of you.

• You'd both raise a glass to the holidays, and enjoy each other's company, talking about anything and everything.

• Christmas gift Jonathan would give you: A local piece of decoration from one of the local markets (like a small cowbell from Switzerland) and a box of sweets

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Christmas with Robert Laing would most certainly include accompanying him to one of Royal's parties (parties held by the so-called "architect" of the high-rise building)

• You would get dressed up on Christmas Eve, wearing something fancy for the occasion, before Robert picked you up at your place

• At the party, the two of you would be near each other for the most part. And after a drink or two, Robert would get a bit more...flirty with you, stealing kisses from you while you conversed with the other guests and inviting you to the dance floor

• ("I've got a lovely lady on my arm," he'd tell them with a chuckle. "Can't really help it.")

• Robert would show off his dance moves, especially the ones that he knew would make you laugh. For someone who didn't laugh much, Robert sure enjoyed seeing you smile.

• And during the slow songs, Robert would melt a little on the inside when you rested your head against his chest and swayed with him.

• He'd take the opportunity to whisper, "Merry Christmas, darling....why don't you say we have a party of our own? Do a little...unwrapping before we celebrate?"

• Giggling, you would follow Robert into the bathroom -or just go to Robert's apartment - and...celebrate, just enough for the other guests to hear.

• Christmas present Robert would give you: probably something elegant Iike perfume or a gift basket of lotions, soaps and body washes.

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

• The police station was having their own Christmas party, which was really nothing more than some alcohol and pudding

• (Wallander warned the officers not to drink too much in case there was an emergency...but who was listening?)

• Magnus brought you to the party as his date, and had an almost-protective arm around you while you mingled with his colleagues.

• After some insisting from you, he'd dance with you to some of the holiday songs playing on the radio, twirling you so you could show off your pretty red dress.

• Christmas present that Magnus would get you? A vinyl record of one of your favorite songs or recordings.

Oakley from Unrelated

• You originally thought that Oakley would be going with his family to their Italian vacation home to spend Christmas while you stayed with your family, so it was a surprise when Oakley insisted on inviting you to accompany them.

• You agreed on a compromise, that you would join Oakley for Christmas and spend New Year's with your family

• While the two of you were in Italy, Oakley took on the role of "tour guide", giving you his personal insight while he showed you around the city. (And totally not bragging about how much Italian he knows)

• And he would make sure to show off in front of you every chance he got, especially if it involved something that made you laugh

• His father seemed to like you, and for once, they thought that Oakley might finally get some maturity now that he has a wonderful lady for a girlfriend.

• On Christmas morning, Oakley would sneak into your bedroom with a panetonne for the two of you to share with coffee, expecting to be paid with kisses

• The two of you would spend the rest of the day with Oakley's friends, playing "spin the bottle", "Truth or Dare"...all while getting very, very drunk.

• Christmas present that Oakley would give you? A bottle of Italian liqueur like limoncello (that you will hopefully ask him to help you drink), a framed photo of the two of you (so you can have a "piece of him" whereever you go), and a kiss under some mistletoe

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

• After spending Christmas morning with his sister at Allerdale Hall, Thomas would go to visit you in the city.

• The two of you would enjoy a horse-drawn carriage ride through the streets of London, enjoying the crisp, winter weather.

• And in the evening, Thomas would escort you to a Yuletide Ball that he and his sister- as well as your family - were invited to.

• Like a gentleman, he would pick you up from your residence, assuring your family that he would get you to the ball without any harm

• The two of you would spend the evening at the ball, waltzing in each other's arms, with Thomas praising your beauty throughout the night and whispering how he cannot wait to be your husband one day

• Christmas gift that Thomas would give you? A beautiful locket with portraits of you and him inside

Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

• Tom absolutely loves to spoil you, his lady love and his darling, even during the holidays.

• Starting in early December, he'd give the bodyguard he hired for you a Black Visa card specifically to buy anything you looked at - jewelry, shoes, designer gowns, cosmetics, special chocolates, anything

• Tom wouldn't display any overt interest in "decking the halls" or "getting into the holiday spirit" but he would certainly give his associates and henchmen Christmas or Hannukah bonuses

• And he would totally let you decorate the apartment however you pleased, even if it means coming home to a "winter wonderland" every night.

• Christmas Day would be exclusively his time with you (and he would not take no for an answer)

• In the morning, he'd wake you up with a room filled with gifts for you, and plenty of kisses with your morning tea/coffee

• Seeing the amount of presents he bought for you, you would feel a little intimidated about giving him the tie and watch you bought for him.

• But Tom would immediately love it as soon as he opened your gift, promising to wear it as often as possible.

• After spending the afternoon with you in the bedroom...thanking you for your gift, Tom would take you out for the night, giving you a chance to get dressed up for him.

• He'd reserve a fancy dinner for the two of you, having the five-star restaurant book a private room so you could enjoy your meal

• Then, the two of you would go to the theater to see either a production of The Nutcracker, or a production of Shakespeare's Henry V - whichever you preferred.

• Christmas gift that Jaguar!Tom would give you? Without a doubt, he'd buy lingerie that he believe would suit you the best, and anything else that would even seem to tickle your fancy.

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mihrsuri · 19 days

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Children Of A Golden World

In following a legendary age - an age in which the leaders of that age lived up to their mythos and in point of fact, far surpassed it - how might you build your own lives? All the children of King Thomas I and Queen Mihrimah faced this question in their own ways and while they are not their parents (for who could be) they are still in their own ways, extraordinary people.

(A Study Of Royal Childhood Post The Great Settlement: 1533-1600)

Turhan/Thomas (b 1556): Turhan Prince Of England. Crown Prince Of Albion. Prince Tom. Hani. King Thomas II. Turhan The Just. His Most Gracious & Faithful Servant Of Allah. The Infidel Half Breed.

Maryam (b. 1559): Maryam, Princess Of England, Princess May. Meri. Empress of Persia. The Wise And Just Empress Maryam. My Most Beloved Rose Of A Wife.

Suleiman (b. 1562): Suleiman Prince of England. Prince Sul. Little Bear. My Little Magnificent. Duke of Oxford. The Second Son. Warrior Of The White Rose.

Halim/Henry (b. 1565): Henry Prince Of England. Prince Hal. My Most Wise Cousin. Grand Vizier To Sultan Mehmed III. Pasha of the Ottoman Empire. Little Hal. Halim.

Ayşe/Anne (b. 1570): Ayşe Princess Of England. The Thorny Twin. Little Tiger Cub. Sharp Tongued Poet. Ani. Beloved Lady Of My Lady Exeter.

Esther (b.1570): Esther Princess Of England. The Sweet Twin. Little Petal. Duchess of Cambridge. Gentle One. Flower Of England. The Jews Wife. The Halfbreed.

#lil and her ridiculous aus #ot3: political power trio #tudors ot3 verse reference #pending graphic tag #children of a golden world #lils edits #I can tell you a bunch of things about them but still figuring out #tudorsedit

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poorlittleyaoyao · 10 months

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If you have other thoughts about other mdzs's charac (or again jgy!) in other role, I would love to read them!

Thank you for your patience, anon! I meant to answer this yesterday along with the one about JGY and Edmund. Each of these involves characters from the Henriad--Richard II, the two Henry IV plays, and Henry V.

-Hotspur, my beloved and cherished son who appears briefly in Richard II and is the antagonist (in the "opposes the protagonist" sense, not the "is a villain" sense) of 1 Henry IV, is the midpoint between Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue. Hotspur is essentially a child soldier; his descriptors suggest that he's a young teen when he joins his father in deposing Richard II in favor of Richard's cousin Henry IV. When we see him as a young adult in 1 Henry IV, he's fully immersed in warfare as a way of life, and while he's won great renown, he's... not really doing so great. Some of his lines are alarmingly visceral (ex: "they come like sacrifices in their trim/ and to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war/ all hot and bleeding we will offer them."), and his wife's concerned speech describing his behavior in II.3 reads like a checklist of PTSD symptoms. Hotspur also wholeheartedly believes in his personal code of honor and is clinically incapable of guile in a way that comes off to me as almost childlike. If a cause is just, then it will prevail no matter the odds (spoiler: it does not)! He loves his family and trusts that they have his and the kingdom's best interests in mind (spoiler: they do not)! Basically every line Hotspur speaks in Acts IV and V of the play could be given to Mingjue and you'd only need to replace all the proper nouns.

(Hotspur is also canonically SUCH a horse girl and so is Mingjue in my heart.)

Meanwhile, on the Jiang Cheng side of things, Hotspur also wants SO badly to do a good job. He is so so SO determined to fulfill his roles as a knight and as a son to their fullest extent, and has nothing but contempt for Hal because Hal, despite being heir to the throne, does jack shit and spends all his time drinking and pickpocketing for funsies. For all his impetuousness and general lack of an inside voice (which is NOT a Jiang Cheng problem), he shows flashes of being a strong leader--particularly in his speech outlining his grievances against Henry IV in IV.3. Personality-wise, Hotspur is filled with BIG FEELINGS and most of them manifest as cantankerousness. He is prickly and argumentative by default, which makes him lowkey one of the funniest characters in the play (see: his soliloquy arguing with a letter at the top of II.3, his entire exchange with Owen Glendower in III.1), and also make his moments of genuine vulnerability hit hard (ex: "come, wilt thou see me ride?" in II.3 and his death speech in V.4).

-On the flip side, Huaisang reminds me of Prince Hal. Remember how I said Hal doesn't do jack shit? Hal's flop era is deliberate. He knows he can't run from his responsibilities forever, so he's slacking off to lower people's expectations for him. The first soliloquy we get from him in I.2 is an EXTREME Huaisang mood and I'll try to trim it to the most relevant bits:

I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness: Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at... I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time when men think least I will.

His flop era does NOT endear him to his father, who wishes he were an accomplished warrior like Hotspur, and their relationship is rocky. When Hal becomes king upon Henry IV's death, Hal decides to jettison his past friendships, quash the joyful aspects of his identity, and go do war crimes in France. I describe Hal's actions in the play Henry V as "Hal doing his best Hotspur impression," except that whereas Hotspur honest-to-god believed he was fighting for justice, Hal is more calculating. Sure, he gives us the "once more unto the breach, dear friends" and "we few, we happy few, we band of brothers" speeches, but he also cheerfully threatens mass slaughter in response to an insult in I.2 (and ratchets up the threats in gruesome detail III.3).

-Huaisang is also Hamlet, of course, but I don't personally subscribe to the "Huaisang was always sooooo scared of JGY" interpretation of the timeskip. Fear makes you act with urgency, as Hamlet very much does post-Mousetrap and post-return to Denmark. Readers give Hamlet a lot of shit for dithering on killing Claudius, but he does get the job done in just a couple months (much of which he spends offstage with pirates) because all he wants is Claudius to be dead. Huaisang takes his sweet time because he wants JGY utterly destroyed, which is more a Hal vibe.

-Lan Xichen is NOT Richard II at all. I'm not even going to explain why he's not because he's not. However, Richard's big soliloquy when he's imprisoned alone in the penultimate scene of the play is VERY MUCH Lan Xichen in conclusion. It's long--66 lines!--but I will excerpt the relevant portion.

Music do I hear? Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.... This music mads me; let it sound no more! For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seems it will make wise men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.

I JUST!!!!

#Richard II and 1 Henry IV are two of the very best Shakespeare plays and they are criminally underrated bc the history confuses people #(Henry V is good IF the production understands that Hal's a fucked up little guy who's chosen imperialism as a coping mechanism)#(if you take it at face value then it's just warmongering nationalism)#oh a further note on Hotspur from a NMJ sense! in the production I was in years ago the way Hal killed me #is that he cut at my head so I did the guard to block the strike that was Supposed To Happen #but! he feinted! and got me in my stomach (which was fully exposed bc I was guarding in the way that fights are Supposed To Work)#however I was a foot shorter than Hal so it was even MORE of a dick movie on Hal's part bc at least NMJ is tall

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Improper (Loki Fanfic)

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In Contribution with Smolvenger (Tumblr)

Note: This has mentions of GOT (Game of Thrones) characters, if you click on their name you should be able to pull up an image of them. These images will come in handy later trust me.

A/N: As a treat for you all this chapter will be my first ever contribution, this being with Smolvenger (Tumblr). She gave me the idea with Hal sneaking out with someone to a tavern and I expanded on it adding a betrothed, alongside Loki. So while our ideas might be the same, we are taking different approaches, and I as of now have yet to read hers. Meaning in no way will my work be excatly likes hers, but you will have it to look forward to. Now with that out of the way please enjoy my first-ever kinda of contribution....

Her face rumored to be beloved, and admired by all, was graced with a frown. A frown that always seemed to be held in regards to him. A very frown that Loki felt didn't suit her features, not that she would ever let him tell her that, for she was far to stubborn to listen to his reasoning. Far to uptight about the rulings, that had likely been drilled into her since birth just as they were with him. Her tone mirroring her, rigid point of view, as she spoke to him. "My prince, I would highly suggest against this," she said, just as she did every time Loki would attempt to get them into mischief.

"Now what would be the fun in that, my dear," Loki responded, unaffected by his betrothed's words, for he had heard them far too many times.

"You call this fun?"

"Yes, what else might this be?"

"Inproper, of course."

"You always say that my dear," Loki said, another remark out of his silver tongue, far to use to their bickering.

"And yet you never seem to listen," she reasoned just as she always tried to do, yet as always Loki ceased to listen.

"What fun would it be if I were to listen?"

"Not everything has to be fun, my prince."

"Says the killjoy."

"I am no kill joy as you call it," Loki's betrothed proclaimed, as her arms folding across her chest, and right to her bosom, one that Loki remainded himself to not to close look upon.

"Aren't you my dear?"

"I am not."

"Prove it then."

"How?"

"Come with me to the Lion's tavern."

"The lions tavern," Loki's betrothed, asked confusing now masking her face.

"The one and only."

"You mean the one with all the," Loki's betrothed, started to say yet seemed to fail at finding the exact words, through Loki already what she was going to say.

"The lady company."

"Yes."

"Some go there for the women." In fact I can think of a few, Loki thought, but saw better as not to name.

"Figures."

"I never said I do."

"You don't?"

"Perhaps I go for the drinks."

"You know I am no innocent young maiden?"

"Aren't you," Loki said, giving a skeptical look towards his betrothed face.

"I am afraid not, my prince, for having many men in my family has immuned me to such flights."

"Have they?"

"Yes."

"Then if that is so, why do you act, so..."

"Uptight, was that you were going to use?"

"Clever aren't you? Trying to guess what I might say."

"I do try, my prince," she teased tone now far lighter then before.

"Enough with the prince talk, I am your betrothed, not some stuffy old lord."

"I would never call you stuffy."

"Then what would you call me?"

"I don't believe you might want to hear to what I would call you."

"Don't I, it wouldn't be anything I haven't heard before."

"And give you the satisfaction of being right?"

"You tease."

"Takes one to know one doesn't it?"

"Such a tongue you have on you little one," Loki interjected, now edging ever so closely towards the one who would one day become his wife. Rather then back away as Loki might've thought, his betrothed did no such thing and remained still.

"I am no little one."

"Aren't you for you are younger then I."

"I will have you know, I am not much younger then that shield maiden friend of yours."

"Sif?"

"Yes, I believe that was her name."

"You make little point my little dove."

"Again I am not little."

"Aren't you, considering I am a god?"

"And I shall be a goddess once we marry."

"If we marry."

"You doubt our parent's wishes," she asked, her eye brow now furrowing in a way that Loki's couldn't say wasn't alluring.

"I doubt your likelyness to kill me."

"As if I would waste such a task on the likes of you."

At this Loki made a fake stabbing motion with his hands, as if she had wounded him, when truly she hadn't, at least not further then anyone else had. "You wound me my dear."

"Do I? From what I hear you can just come back alive."

"So you have heard tales of me?"

"Of course, who hasn't heard of you?"

"Yet you will still marry me?"

"I do as my parents wish, just as you do."

"Ah yes, the wills of our gracious parents."

"Indeed, my prince."

"Loki," Loki interjected, causing his betrothed to pause for a moment. "Call me Loki."

"Loki?"

"Yes, if we are to be married, you might as well call me by my proper name, no more of this my prince nonsense."

"If that is what you wish."

"Now now, what happened to that fierce vixen who was just speaking to me?"

A look of confusion once again crossed Loki's betrothed face, one that he figured would happen. For ladies such as her have likely been taught that they must keep their mouths shut and obey their husband's wishes. A setiment that seemed to be voiced in his betrothed next words. "You like that?"

"Why wouldn't I, for what is more alluring then a fierce woman?" Loki was far from the people that she has likely been told up, for he was one who prefered someone that would keep him on his toes. For what was life without a little danger or mischief? Perhaps this might be more fun then I intially thought, Loki's mind already slowly turning.

"You find it alluring?"

"Yes, for I have always liked my companion to be sharp of mind and tongue. I find it makes the sex far more sensual."

"Such crass words coming from you."

"What did I wound your ears," Loki asked, his tone while still teasing held just the smallest bit of concern. He had heard tales of woman not knowing such things until after they were married or at times broken into the wrong way.

"No, as I said before I have long since heard the things due to my family."

"I see, then shouldn't that make going to a tavern of no issue," Loki asked, finally getting back on subject.

"And if anyone were to see us, what might we do then?"

"We can say we are searching for someone."

"And who might that be," Loki's betrothed asked, her arms crossed against her chest once more.

"One of our advisors of course," Loki said, as if the very idea he was suggesting wasn't going against everything that his fiance had likely been taught.

"And which one might that be?"

"The one who always lingers at establishments such as those."

"And who in there right mind would do that," she asked, her brows furrowing once more, still very much skeptical about Loki's idea.

"If you come with me, you shall see. So how about it," Loki said offered his hand out to hers.

"I swear to all the gods above if we get caught, I am blaming you," she said, relenting likely not in the mood for another bickering spat with Loki. One he was pleased enough not to have.

"Whatever you wish, now let us go," Loki proclaimed.

"And how do you suggest we do that, we just going to waltz up wearing this," she said, gestering to the royal attire they were currently wearing.

"But of course not, I am far too clever for that," Loki said, and with a simple glow of his seidr, both he and his betrothed were adorned with clocks, hers being blue while his was black.

"And this will help how," she asked?

"Patience my darling all in due time."

"Must you with the pet names?"

"Always," Loki remarked with a grin, as with another glow of his seidr, his form changed, his hair now longer black as raven, now turning a light brown color almost blond with the sun, his eyes no longer green, now becoming more a hazel eye color, his clothing turning more into what one might see on a commoner wear yet rather then it be green instead it was red.

"What no green," Loki's betrothed asked?

"While this color isn't to my taste, people prefer my brother's color to mine, and seeing as we don't wish to be seen I thought it might be best."

"I see, now what about me," she asked, gestering to her still dressed royal clothes.

"It's of no issue," Loki said, as with another grow of his seidr, her dress became something more similar to what a woman of Asgard would wear now beneath the blue cloak. "Now would you wish for your features to remain the same or shall I change them?"

"I would rather like to keep my features, through I suppose my hair could become a lighter color."

"If this is your wish, my lady," Loki said with a bow, as his fiance went from looking like what could best be described as Anne Bolelyn (from Tudors), to Margaery Tyrell (GOT), her hair no longer dark brown falting on black, to a lighter color that was more like Loki's, and her eyes now green. "Now shall we go," he asked offering his hand to hers. Rather then decline she took it.

"I suppose we shall."

With a final glow of Loki's green seidr the two vanished, but not before Loki left two illusions in their place, in case anyone were to wonder. The illusions already bantering just as Loki and his betrothed would do.

The next time Loki and his betrothed reappeared, they were on a tunnel. "Must that be so dizzing?"

"Never teleported before?"

"Not without riding."

"Well it was either that or we walk, and I figured you would rather not be seen so this was the best I could do."

"We are in the dark," she protested.

"Not for long," Loki said, as soon the smallest bit of light began to admit from his palms. "Now will you let me lead the way?"

"If I must."

"There we go."

"Yes, now where are we," she asked, following the light that was coming from Loki's palm as he lead the way.

"Let us just say I have my ways of escaping the castle." With a single finger coming up to Loki's lips toward the end.

"I see without Heimdell knowing."

"We wouldn't be here if he knew."

"Point there." Step by step Loki lead the way with his betrothed following right behind him. "So who is this advisor we are searching for?"

"One that comes from Winterfell."

"You mean the realm of ice and snow without the frost giants?"

"Yes, his wife is the curent reigning queen of Winterfell."

"You mean Sansa Stark?"

"You have heard of her?"

"Yes, everyone has heard of Sansa and her lord husband Tyrion Stark. He is said to be one of the wisest men and from the Lannisters of Vanaheim."

"Have you heard of the other tales about him."

"What other tales," Loki's betrothed asked, a curious look upon her face once more.

"At the taverns he has earned the name of Small Drunk One, through he hasn't been there as much since getting married."

"If that is so, why is he here this night?"

"His wife lady Sansa, is said to have other matters to attend to, and I fear Tyrion might do something."

"So you are friends with this man, how unexpected coming from you."

"What can I say, I am always up for a surprise," Loki asked with a friendly shrug.

"If that is what you call it."

With that Loki and his betrothed finally began to talk, as they continued their way through Loki's tunnel, yet not without bickering along the way. Until finally they seemed to have arrived in the streets of Asgard, as Loki squashed the light out, and put a finger to his lips once more. "Remember no mention of whom we are."

"Who do you think I am?"

"I suppose you are right."

"Aren't I always?"

"Must you?"

"Always, after all if I give you an easy time, what shall you expect when we are married."

"Quite a tongue you have now?"

"There is nobody but you and I to know of this, and you won't tell."

"Won't I?"

"You won't, because it will all lead back to you."

"Will it," Loki asked his now light brown eyebrow raising just a bit.

"If not I shall make it."

"Fair game, I suppose, now what shall your name be if you are asked?"

"I was thinking Astrid Erikdottir, and yours?"

"I was thinking perhaps Thomas Williamson's."

"Perfect, now shall we go Thomas," Loki's betrothed asked now offering her hand to Loki.

"I suppose we shall lady Astrid," Loki said, as the two made their way to the tavern now above their head.

As Loki stood in front of the wooden doors that had guarded the tavern, ones that Loki had never particularly noticed on previous visits. Through on previous visits Loki had been more preoccupied by other things, whether that be seeking pleasureable company, or looking for a way to drink the days away. To perhaps forget just for a moment that he was the asgardian prince, even if he was merely second.

Yet with his betrothed, watching her eyes flicker up to the words The Lion's Head engraved above them. Loki felt a new apperciation for having been here before, just so he could see this. Noticing more details that he never had thought of, such as the fact he could hear the muffled sounds of the tavern even merely standing outside the doors. The two standing in silence, for a few moments as the two took in the enviroment around them, Loki's heart beating with every passing moment, not that he would admit it. Nor would he admit that he was the first one to spoke, far tired of not hearing her voice. "So how long do you intend on standing out here my lady," he asked, already having a teasing comment on his mind.

"For however I wish to, considering you dragged me here," his betrothed asked, tongue as sharp as ever.

"You agreed to come, so isn't this on you?"

"You called me a killjoy, so I thought why not prove you wrong."

"And you certainly have, I am surprised you have made it this far princess."

"Yes, despite my desire to kill you, leaving me a widow," his betrothed said, using a tone far to causual for what she had suggested.

"We both know if you were to do that, you might have to marry someone worse."

"Yes, while you are a pain, I much rather take your company over another."

"Awww that almost sounds like a complainment," Loki said, his tone still teasing.

"Take it whatever you would like. Now are we to head in or shall we be married before we do?"

At this comment, Loki stepped out of the way, allowing the door to creek open, holding it for his betrothed. "After you my lady I insist," he offered.

"If you insist I suppose I must go in."

With these words, Loki's betrothed stepped into the doors of the tavern with the door creeking shut upon it's closing.

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The moment they stepped into the tavern there was noise, and sights that no one would let someone such as Loki's betrothed or in this case Astrid to see. Through Loki had intially come to the tavern to show his betrothed some fun, it seemed as perhaps Tyrion might be worse of then he feared. As Loki's eyes began to search for where Lord Tyrion would be, through Loki's betrothed eyes were elsewhere. Eyes that Loki wouldn't say he yearned to see on him, not that he could say anything.

Just as Loki swore he could see Tyrion, something blocked his way, as music filled the air. "What is this," Loki's betrothed asked, confused from what she was seeing.

"Music of course, what else might it be?"

"Yes, but what are we to do?"

"Dance of course."

"Dance."

"Yes."

"Here?"

"Why not?"

"Without wearing any proper attire, or doing the waltz?"

"Not every dance is the waltz my dear."

"I know, but I didn't expect it would be in a place such as this."

"So will you have this dance with me," Loki asked holding his hand out to her.

"I........," Loki's betrothed stuttered unsure of what to do.

"Come on, you said you weren't a killjoy, so why not try just this once?"

"Yes, but what? You afraid I will let go of you?"

"Perhaps."

"Doth the lady protest?"

"Always."

"If that is so we have no need to do this, I could always find some other way to get over to Tyrion," Loki said as his voice dropped just a bit. For while he would never admit, he had a desire to dance. Perhaps to see her eyes light up in a way he had never seen before, and would likely never see given how formal they must be.

"No, I can do this."

"Are you sure," Loki asked his face full of concern not wanting to pressure his betrothed into something she might not want to do.

"I am sure."

"If that is what you wish then follow me," Loki said, as once Loki's betrothed took his hand did the two begin to dance alongside everyone else. As with every turn they made they got closer and closer to someone. It was here where Loki began to dance closer to the smaller man.

As to the sky, a small man barely 4'5 in height, his almost as blond as Loki's current appearance, his eyes a bright blue, with a scar running down half of his face, yet rather then be dressed warmly he wore longer clothing, colored black, with boots at the bottom, in one hand through he had a glass full of mead aimed towards the sky. "There he is," Loki said, as he pointed to said small man.

"That's Tyrion?"

"Yes, you do recall he is short?"

"Of course, everyone knows of his stature, what I didn't expect is for someone, so small to be able to hold so much mead."

"You wouldn't yet here he does."

"I can see that, but what do we do now?"

"Now we go to him," Loki said as he soon let go of his betrothed hand much to his dismay. Making his way over to Tyrion, everything after that became a blur of people. Loki's only goal was to get towards Tyrion.

"Cheers to my lady wife, who couldn't make it," he said slurring every so often with his words.

"Tyrion," he exclaimed, once he was close enough to the small man.

"And who might you be," Tyrion asked, his words still slurred.

"Someone you know."

"Are you sure for all I know you could be *hic* a stranger, or perhaps someone sent by my family *hic*."

"We can dicuss this later, why are you here," Loki asked, as slowly he went to one side of the table. Loki's betrothed seeing this took to the other side at least she tried to, until something happened, through Loki didn't see it at the time.

"For the company of course *hic* seeing as my lady wife isn't with me *hic*. How I miss her red hair, her bosoms, and very being *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed.

"You won't be able to see her, if you remain here."

"And why won't I?"

"Can't you come with us," Loki pleaded.

"Why now isn't the time to discuss such matters *hic*. Now is the time, for fun my friend prince Loki *hic* would know of this. Now have some fun young man *hic*, the night is young," a drunk Tyrion proclaimed.

"Yes, but," Loki said about to protest when something caught his eye. His betrothed in the arms of someone else, something that stirred Loki the wrong way. Almost as if there was a ping in his heart. Impossible, it can't be, it's too soon, he thought. Yet still the ping remainded, as rather then focus on the fun he could be having instead Loki's eyes were elsewhere. Watching as his betrothed was in the arm's of another, his gaze switching back and further between the drunk Tyrion, and his betrothed. Rather then thinking it through, he grabbed the still drunken Tyrion earning him protests from him.

"What is this for?"

"Your own good, friend."

"It isn't, if it were for my own good *hic* you would let me drink and know things *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed, this got Loki to recieve looks from the tavern paterons, including the one that held his betrothed.

At this Loki let out a too casual laugh. "It's nothing, I am afraid my uncle here has had far too much to drunk, so we should be off," Loki said, the lie coming out of his tongue quicker then one might expect. Taking this chance to motion his betrothed towards him, as soon Loki held a drunk Tyrion, exiting the establishment. Once in a corner that nobody could see Loki changed from Thomas Williamson's, back to Loki.

"It's you Loki," Tyrion proclaimed.

"Yes, it is, what would Sansa say about this?"

"Well Sansa isn't here *hic*.

"Yes, but a lady was."

"Whom?"

"My betrothed."

"And who might that be? Perhaps it *hic* was the lady who was stolen away *hic*."

"You know?"

"Of course I know, beloved prince, you do *hic* recall I drink and I know things. Didn't you *hic* think I saw, your jealous glare my friend *hic*?"

"You have no which you speak of."

"Don't I, I am not your brother nor am I Jamie *hic*."

"And if you were right," Loki asked his arms now crossing against his chest.

"We both know I am, I would ask what her name might be *hic*?"

"You can call me Astrid Erikdottir," a voice injected as much to Loki's delight, his betrothed stood there once more, her hood off.

"I see, it is a pleasure to meet you *hic*, through I never expected it would be like this *hic*."

"Nor did I sire," Loki's betrothed said offering her hand to Tyrion.

"How much did you hear," Loki asked?

"Whose to say, now shall we go, I believe we have had enough fun," Loki's betrothed asked paying little mind to the question.

"Must I," Tyrion asked?

"I am afraid we have meeting tomorrow, and father may not like seeing you there."

"Ah yes, your father, how I wish *hic*, I could drink when dealing with him."

"Alas you can't Tyrion."

"I know dear prince, then let us go *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed before he began to mumble something about his other drunken adventures.

Through Loki paided little to no mind as he followed Tyrion, but not before redawning his Thomas Williamson's look. He looked towards his betrothed in an apologetic manner. "Was this fun enough for you," she teased.

"Must you," Loki asked?

"You were the one who claimed, to wanting to have fun."

"Yes, but perhaps next time it could be more fun."

"More fun then this?"

"Far more fun."

"Ooh and you expect me to go along with it?"

"Won't you?"

"Only if you admit something?"

"And what might that be?"

"You were jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Back at the tavern when I was dancing."

"And if I was, what might you say?"

"I would say he dragged me over there, and I had little desire to go."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"My how improper of you, for wanting to refuse a dance," Loki teased.

"You were the one who wanted me to have more fun."

"That I did, and did this live up to it?"

"Perhaps but how could you imagine in topping it next time," she asked turning her gaze toward Loki.

"Next time?"

"Yes, for I am afraid I might still be what you might call a killjoy."

"Are you?"

"Perhaps, you might just have to see on how improper I can be," she said and before Loki could say anything she went closer to Tyrion with Loki following closely behind. Through just as she said that a thought crossed Loki's mind. A thought that perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.

A thought that would remain in his mind even after Astrid Erikdottir, turned back into his betrothed, through that thought would remain clouded until later. For Loki and his betrothed had much more improper things to do, through those stories are for another time, through this story was just the start of their improper lives together, one that would be long and full of what would be deemed of improper things. All because of one improper visit to a tavern....

#loki #soft loki #jealous loki #bickering couple #proper lady #arranged marriage #tyrion lannister #tyrion x sansa #loki x female reader #loki x oc #loki fic #loki marvel #Tyrion cameo

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Hello, Tumblr! This is Red Batty speaking.

I'm all done with school now so, hey! I thought I'd open my ask box for fic requests.

Smut is A-Okay! NSFW, Angst, the works. I'll just have to make the final call, but I can do the same prompt but milder if I'm not comfortable with the ask. No Yandere either, there's too many impressionable teens on this hell site that might think that's true love and I'm not risking it. I also don't do sad endings or major character death, because. I don't want to <3

Below are the characters I'm willing to write for!

Justice League Dark

John Constantine

Etrigan/Jason Blood

Zatanna Zatara

Deadman/Boston Brand

Batman/Batfamily

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Robert Pattinson/Batman 2022 version

Comics version

Christian Bale/Dark Knight version

Arkham games version

Anything more niche than that literally just ask I'm probably down, like if he's voiced by Kevin Conroy, I'll probably write for him

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

Red Hood/Jason Todd

I haven't played Arkham Knight yet so Arkham!Jason isn't available yet

Red Robin/Tim Drake

Batgirl/Cassandra Kain

Oracle/Barbara Gordon (I can do Batgirl!Babs also)

Spoiler/Stephanie Brown

I'm also open to do Spotlight/Duke Thomas but I know f$%king nothing about him so if its an ask generic enough to apply to any Robin I'm down.

Rogues Gallery

Comics, Arkham games and animated series versions only right now. Well, that and Nolan!Rogues. Just not Bane, don't make me write fic for Rises.

I could do Gotham but it'd have to be plot nonspecific or you'd have to be specific about the ask (not against that) but still,,, yeah ahem anyways

Harley Quinn

Arkham games version

Comics version

Animated series version

Still haven't seen BoP or Suicide Squad so not those versions yet,,, sorry gang

Poison Ivy

I WILL do Harlivy if requested, and Harlivy x reader, and Harlivy x Selina x reader… Basically just send me your ideal fictional polycule and I'll do it. Love wins.

Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

WOOF Cillian Murphy too fine, if not specified that's the version I'm writing

Riddler/Edward Nygma

NOT PAUL DANO VERSION. I'm sorry but the 2022 la version is a little creep and I won't write fic for him

If I get a Joker ask It better be the f$%king Lego Joker ONLY.

Bane

Catwoman/Selina Kyle

Zoe Kravitz Selina my beloved, so hmu for 2022!Selina if you like also

Uhhhh I'm tired and ran out of ideas, If I missed one literally just ask

Justice League

just animated series and comics. No, I haven't seen Snyderverse. Yes, I'll be a little bitchy about it. Shazam and Aquaman and Wonder Woman can stay though. I'll write for live action Aquaman and WW, but not Shazam bc he's. Literally a child. Mkay.

Superman/Clark Kent

Batman (see above)

Green Lantern

John Stewart

Hal Jordan

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

Aquaman/Arthur Curry

Flash

Wally West

Barry Allen

Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

Arcane (League of Legends)

Haven't seen Arrow in years so bear with me if you want arrowverse!Ollie

Sandman/Neil Gaiman!DC

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless

Death of the Endless

The Corinthian

Hob/Rob Gadling

Rob x Morpheus x Reader

Constantine (Joanna or John, see above)

Caitlin

Vi x Caitlin x Reader or any other polycule for that matter

Viktor

Jayce

Silco

Vander

Bethesda

Jinx

Skyrim

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

John Hancock

Paladin Danse

McCready

Piper

Preston Garvey

Fallout (TV Show)

Lucy

Maximus

The Ghoul/Cooper Howard

Brynjolf

Mercer Frey

Vilkas

Farkas

Aela

Serana

Cicero

Adrianne and Ulfberth War-Bear (at Shieldmaiden's)

this one is niche as hell they're not even companions or marriable but I'm putting it on the list

Mortal Kombat

If there's anyone missing just talk to me about it, thanks guys love u

I'll do the game or the movie I'm just a bit rustier on game lore, pls bear with me.

Scorpion/Hanzo Hasashi

Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang

Kenshi

Liu Kang

Raiden

Johnny Cage

Sonya Blade

Johnny x Sonya or Johnny x Sonya x reader

Kotal Khan

Cassie Cage

Marvel

Takeda

I'm having a bit of a love/hate relationship with the MCU right now so these are the few I'm writing for, if there's someone you want me to write for from comics lore, just hmu and we'll see what I can do for you

Moon Knight

Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, all together or individually

Doctor Stephen Strange

**or any of his variants.

Also AUs. I'm down for AUs like "in this universe of DS he's like [blank]" so when mcu!DS comes through its like [blank]... you get the idea.

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximo

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

I'll do Peter Maximoff also but X-men get their own special section, see below

Loki

2012!Loki

TVA!Loki

President!Loki

Disneyland Loki

X-Men

Its not that I think I'm better than people because I prefer writing comics/animated series it's just. I know that better. And the movies make my head hurt sometimes but a few of them are cool it's literally random so just. Ask.

Cyclops/Scott Summers

(This one for my bestie mwah)

Emma Frost

Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

Deadpool (does he count? Fuck it, he was a trainee)

Colossus/Piotr Rasputin

Mystique/Raven Darkhölme

Magneto/Erik (Magnus) Lensherr

This is one I will write straight from the movies because good lord is his character hot as fuck compelling and a dilf well written

Shadowcat/Kitty Pride

Rogue/Anna-Marie

Gambit/Remy LeBeau

Gambit x Rogue x reader, and any other polycule basically

Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

Storm/Ororo Munroe

There's so many at this point I can't remember them all just ask

Defenders

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Jessica Jones

Foggy Nelson

Karen Page

Punisher/Frank Castle

I ask that you keep my punisher reqs spoiler free as I'm catching up on the show right now

Spiderverse

Peter Parker

Peter B. (ITSV)

Tom Holland

Andrew Garfield

Tobey Maguire

(I'm rustier on the live action babies so give me grace here)

Spiderman 2099/Miguel O'hara

Spider!Gwen

Spiderman Noir

Spider!Gwen x Andrew Garfield!Spiderman

Spiderman/Miles Morales

He WILL be aged up or shipped with a teen reader, anything else will get doused in gasoline and set on fire.

Eddie Brock/Venom

Note: I'm more willing to do spiderverse x ocs bc I know the spidersona brainrot is real. Hell, at this point, I might do oc x oc content for spiderverse because I've been there (and I've got a bestie with two spider ocs in a ship, love u cas)

Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

Doc Ock/Liv Octavius

Lmao I might do liv x aunt may if its funny or wholesome enough

Mysterio/Quentin Beck

It'll only be mcu!beck if explicitly stated that's what you want.

Green Goblin/Norman Osborne

Electro/Max Dillon

Sandman/Flint Marko

Lizard/Dr. Curtis Connors

If you think I'm missing someone just ask

Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

Fka Vanya for anyone not up to speed, he's going by Viktor now that Elliot Page has come out

I will not use she/her pronouns or the name Vanya, if I get a req for Vanya it will be written for Viktor.

Star Wars

Prequels/Clone Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Captain Rex

Commander Cody

Padme Amidala

Original Trilogy

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa Skywalker

Han Solo

Lando Calrissian

Mandalorian/Post War Era

Mando/Din Djarin

Bo Katan-Kryze

Cobb Vanth

I know I'm missing some I know it just ask and I'll let yall know

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

Ghost/Lt. Simon Riley

Soap/Sgt. Johnny MacTavish

Gaz/Sgt. Kyle Garrick

Captain John Price

Colonel Alejandro Vargas

Rudy/Sgt. Rodolfo Parra

Commander Philip Graves

Monster AU

AU is NOT MINE: it belongs to @/bluegiragi I just think it's sexy

Ghost/Lt. Simon Riley: Wraith

Soap/Sgt. Johnny MacTavish: Werewolf

Gaz/Kyle Garrick: Harpy

Captain John Price: Dragon

Colonel Alejandro Vargas: Nagual

Rudy/Sgt. Rodolfo Parra:

Commander Philip Graves: Vampire

For my König gays and girlies, I love him, and I will write for him, but I don't know a lot about him so bear with me here, I'm trying.

I'll write Monster!AU König as well just ask <3 and the ask doesn't have to be within the confines of the AU "canon," or any canon for that matter

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