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thehomeofplatonicfics · 6 months

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Hi I recently discovered your account and I’m obsessed your writing is amazing and I don’t know if you’re still doing Tudor!reader Fics but if you are I have a request. So reader is Anne Boleyn’s eldest daughter and had to watch her mothers execution (for the storyline reader was 12 or so years old) and never forgave her farther so when she’s like 15 (maybe the day after Catherine Howard’s execution) she overthrows him as revenge. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say total understand if you don’t want to right it. Have a good day/night❤️

A/N: I love how kooky the timeline would have to be warped for this to be possible but I absolutely love the idea of this! So sorry for taking so long to write this, real life does enjoy getting in my way :(

Revenge

Someone had to stop King Henry VII, your father, from his increasingly brutal reign. Lady Mary, your half-sister, seemed unable to do anything without the counsel of her precious Ambassador Chapuys. Elizabeth was of course just a child, too young to rule. Edward was a mere baby. It seemed to you that the responsibility of saving the realm fell solely on your shoulders. It was a burden you were glad to take.

You were grateful that you’d had enough time being raised by your mother Anne Boleyn, that you had learnt how to be as cunning and manipulative as she had once been. Of course, having Mary as an older sister helped solidify those ideals, as Mary was able to inspire a great deal of loyalty in others when she wanted to.

It had been a long, arduous task to slowly turn the King’s courtiers against him. An entire year had passed before the perfect opportunity had finally arisen. Only two days had passed since poor Queen Catherine Howard had been executed on your father’s orders. Though you hadn’t been the greatest fan of the silly child, she was just like you… an innocent girl. Too many young women’s lives had been destroyed on the whims of an undeserving King, and the unrest among the populace seemed at its highest. It was the perfect time to strike.

The foundations you had laid throughout the year, telling little white lies here and there, promising things that you’d never do in order to gain the loyalty of the courtiers, would serve you well. The King had noticed some changes but could never trace them back to you. Often you would have agents loyal to you do the work that needed to be done while you were at home with Elizabeth in the country, creating a wonderful alibi.

Knowing that the King seemed to be favouring Catherine, the Lady Latimer, as his potential sixth wife, you realised that she would be the perfect distraction for your coup. You knew she wanted to be with Thomas Seymour so she would be likely to help you, especially as you had always had a good relationship with her growing up. Elizabeth, of course, was easy to manipulate into playing the part that you needed her to.

You dressed in your most regal black dress, deliberately picking out jewels and a French hood that made you look like a true ruler. You took a deep breath in and out to try to calm your nerves and your trembling hands before you went into the court. You gave a subtle nod to Catherine Parr who, along with Elizabeth, went up to the King to talk to him and distract him.

As soon as the King had begun discussing something with them both, you gave the signal to your loyal people who captured his guards and those you knew were still loyal to him, discreetly dragging them away.

You gave a sly, satisfied smile as you secretly prepared your weapon behind your back. You knew that your father’s greatest fear was getting sick, so you poured a poison on your blade before walking up to him, curtsying, and then holding the blade tightly against his throat. “Y/N! What is this?!” King Henry asks incredulously, clearly not believing one of his daughters could pull this off, his face grew white as he saw all the people loyal to you with their weapons drawn.

“I am now your Queen. You will take orders from me, and no one else.” You call out to the people in the court, who begin to cheer. You smile smugly to yourself as you see your father’s world crashing down around him.

“Why, Y/N? Just… why?” You give an incredulous laugh, sneering at him. “Why, father? For my mother.” You lean forwards, your breath touching his face as you snarl your words.

You turn to your guards, and give a sweet smile. “Throw him in the tower.” You command, pushing your father towards them. You sit on the throne, looking around at your successful coup. Allowing yourself a few moments to gloat in your glory, you immediately turn to your advisors. The Queen had work to do.

#platonic reader insert #the tudors reader insert #the tudors x reader #the tudors imagine #henry vii x reader #catherine parr x reader #anne boleyn x reader #elizabeth tudor x reader

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floatyflowers · 6 months

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Dark Platonic! Father Henry VIII x Reader

The moment you were born, Henry felt like he should be disappointed that you were born a girl like he how felt with Mary, but instead he felt nothing but love towards you.

He is fiercely protective of you, constantly keeping a watchful eye, ensuring you are surrounded by trusted companions.

Henry VIII is known for his powerful presence, but around you, he softens, displaying a more nurturing side that few get to witness.

Father-daughter bonding time is when Henry indulges you with extravagant gifts and lavish attention.

Your father felt threatened when Catherine, your mother, started to become the center of your attention.

That's where he decided to annul the marriage and get with Anne Boleyn who promised to birth him a male heir.

Your mother and older sister left the court, yet you were to stay with Henry.

Henry wants a male heir not only to rule England after his passing but to also protect you, having a brother will assure that you have a secure future in court.

Or at least that's what he believes.

Also you receive many suitors one of which, is the handsome Edward Seymour.

But your father turns them all down deeming them all unsuitable for his Tudor flower, you.

After hearing the news of your mother on her dying bed, you tried to convince your father to allow you and Mary to visit her.

But he refused.

This made you distance yourself from your father.

After, Anne Boleyn gets beheaded, Jane Seymour dies, you find yourself becoming a mother figure to your younger siblings.

Adding to that, Mary returned to court during Jane Seymour's marriage, so your bonding with her became stronger.

Things were going well, until you have been infected by sweating sickness.

It was a nightmare for Henry, seeing you weak and laying in bed, and he could not do anything to save you.

"Oh God, no, don't take away my sweet girl, not her, please"

He stayed by your bedside until you passed away at the age of barely twenty.

#tw: toxic relationships #platonic yandere #reader insert #daughter reader #henry viii #the tudors #Henry viii x reader

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james-vi-stan-blog · 3 months

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Ok my personal response to The King’s Assassin. From the perspective of a layperson who is not in any form a historian, merely a fan of James VI/I. Edit I also fixed the author’s name in my post, I dunno HOW I messed that up, fever scrambled my branes.

I don’t hate the book, and it would be wildly arrogant of me to say “it’s bad! It’s inaccurate!” when I know like 5 things, have read a handful of books and have to scrape my meager knowledge outta JSTOR allowance and what my library has. And overall, I think it actually does a great job of introducing the different factions involved, the shifts in politics as they happen, and presenting loads and LOADS of interesting anecdotes in order of their occurrence. It’s highly readable and takes you on this rollicking adventure through a twisting and turning, but comprehensible narrative.

But… I think that’s its core problem. It’s a narrative. Woolley is telling a story from history, with themes and characters and surprise reveals. Woolley has a particular vision of George Villiers as a villain protagonist with an arc, and writes almost from a third person omniscient perspective. And I think this is to the book’s detriment. The full complexity of human beings, who can’t be boiled down to archetypes and who aren’t on coherent trajectories and don't have arcs, gets flattened.

It’s very, VERY credulous in general. Basically, any rumor that ever existed is included. All accounts are essentially trusted with no interrogation of political slant or provenance. As a James fan, I noticed the unquestioning use of Weldon and Eglisham in particular; since my knowledge is limited I can’t say what other questionable sources were used, but this review calls it out for heavily using an alleged hoax. The epilogue and “““proof””” of the poisoning is especially weird. (Leanda de Lisle's review talks about it. Listen to her, an actual historian who knows actual things, not me)

On the one hand, this maximally inclusive approach brings in all kinds of tales that an unfamiliar reader might not have heard of, giving the most colorful possible account. But I felt that mixing in the extremely dubious sources with the reliable ones, distinguishing them little in the text and using unnumbered endnotes, is really deceptive and misleads the reader about the certainty of the narrative Woolley favors.

As far as what this means for Mary & George… I mean. The book is a titillating account of lurid scandal. And we already knew the series is going to be a titillating account of lurid scandal. Expect the series based on a book that already incorporates fiction and wild speculation to become even more fictionalized and speculative for the sake of drawing in viewers who want to watch and thirst over while also judging bad people who do bad things.

But that’s what all historical dramas are like and have been like forever. Especially the general time period—the Tudors have gotten this treatment forever. Viewership and big bucks don’t come for “documentary with re-enactment”. And in general, people don’t find history worth watching unless there’s butts and boobies.

Sure, I’ll be disappointed if when the drama inserts loads of stuff that definitely never happened for sexXxyness. Yeah, I’ll be bummed out when it conforms to traditional depictions of historical figures that were codified by agenda-laden traditions. But this always happens. And you know, if a bare butt gets someone to watch who would otherwise have never known about the incredible queer drama that played out in the Jacobean court, who probably doesn’t even know Buckingham from the Three Musketeers, I’m happy. Because even though it didn’t happen as M&G is gonna depict it, it did happen in the broad strokes, these people were real, and that’s been largely buried and forgotten.

The world NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT JAMES. And even if the picture someone comes away with is inaccurate, at least they will know he existed and loved men, and just that fact now being in their brain will please me so much.

#the king's assassin #mary & george #james's weird stan rambles again #james’s weird stan reviews

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angywritesstuff · 3 years

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The one with the disguise

Summery: you have always wanted to be a doctor, there’s only a problem: you’re a woman. (I got inspired while rewatching 2x01 of the tudors so it’s canon compliant until that episode)

Pairing: Charles Brandon x reader

You had always wanted to be a doctor.

Your mother had died when you were just a child and your father, who was a doctor, had always refused to leave you with strangers to raise you. So he had started to take you with him and you had fallen in love with his work. The idea of helping people, saving them, bringing them back to their loved ones was what convinced you to never stop. Your father had taught you everything he knew but then he had died too leaving you alone.

Women couldn’t be doctors, but your father had always told you to think with your own head, to do what was right and you knew that letting your knowledge going to waste would be a sin.

So you decided to pretend to be a man: you took your father clothes, started to wear a band to conceal your breast, tied your hair so they seemed to be shorter than they actually were and started to wear always a hat. You decided to keep your family name because it was the only thing you couldn’t leave behind, it was something that connected you to your father.

William Smith was born and Y/n Smith magically disappeared.

The only person who knew the truth was the maid that had helped your father raise you, that had taught what was the job of a woman and that had almost died when you had told her your decision. She had tried to make you come to your senses, but seeing you were adamant about it, she had decided to help you in the end.

You knew lying was a sin too, but, in this way, you could help people at least.

Nobody knew you, so you started from scratch by helping those who couldn’t pay for a doctor and you couldn’t have been happier. This was what you were born for; you didn’t need any money, your father had left you plenty; the only thing you needed was to follow your calling.

Things started to get complicated when it got out the word of your doing.

Queen Catherine had decided she wanted to meet the young doctor who healed the poor without asking anything in return.

That’s how you found yourself a the King court.

You had thought you would have met the Queen, maybe stayed some time and then left but God seemed to have decided otherwise: during your visit, someone had tried to poison the King, and when his own doctor had said nothing was left to do, you had saved him.

You knew that if they found out you were a woman they would called you a witch and kill you for it, but you couldn’t have left him to die when you knew you could do something.

So one night, when the king had yet to wake up, you had started to pack. The court wasn’t a safe place for you, you had to leave before someone found out the truth.

You opened the door of you chamber to ask if your carriage was ready, when you found the duke of Suffolk right in front of you. It was clear he was about to come to see you.

“Your grace”- you said

“Doctor Smith”- he said while looking inside your chamber -“Are you leaving?”- he asked looking at your baggage. Someone must have told him you had asked for a carriage, you mentally cursed yourself for thinking no one was going to know.

“My services are require elsewhere, someone called for me”- your heart was going crazy.

The Duke of Suffolk was one of the King closest friend, if he found out you would probably be dead.

“I’m afraid whoever called for you will have to find someone else. The king asks for you to stay at court indefinitely and to become his personal doctor”

“Your grace I don’t think I can. I came here because the Queen asked me but my place isn’t at court, my place is anywhere someone needs me.”

“Mr Smith, it’s clear you don’t know how it work at court. If the king asks you to stay, you stay. It’s an order”- he said and you could see compassion in his eyes for just a second.

You nodded because there wasn’t anything else you could do: the king gave you an order, and disobeying it meant death.

Once the duke left your room, you let the tears come: you didn’t know what to do. You were used to pretend to be someone else, but at the end of each day you went back home, you stopped being William Smith and became Y/n Smith once again even if for a few hours. Living at court was going to be so hard and you weren’t sure you were going to be able to.

Months had passed since then, you had send for your maid, asking for her to be with you and the king had been so kind to oblige. She was the only thing that made living at court bearable.

The king thought of you as indispensable but you were out of any group. You couldn’t spend too much time with the men who were a court in fear of them finding the truth, and you couldn’t spend too much time with women at court because they would have thought you were courting them. Keeping your father name had meant anyone knew that you came from a good family, so you could hear some of the queen’s ladies talking about you.

The only person you let yourself be closed a little bit more than others was the duke of Suffolk, he was the one who had convinced the king to let you travel, even if for short periods of time, to help others outside of court. You didn’t know why he had pleaded your cause without you even asking, but you knew you would have been forever grateful to him.

That’s how you and the Duke, Charles when you were alone, became friends. And that’s how you fell in love with him, you knew you shouldn’t have: you were a man in his eyes and he could never know the truth, but you hadn’t been able to stop yourself.

Charles, with his cocky attitude and his good heart that he rarely showed, had won your heart even if he would never know.

You were set in your routine by now: you were a man by day and a woman in the privacy of your chambers; people that were looking for you asked your maid first and she was the one that came to call for you. But you should have known that something was about to happen.

You were in your room, almost ready to go to bed in your nightgown, your hair left untied when the duke of Suffolk came barging in your room with your maid behind him evidently trying to stop him.

You stopped breathing

“Where is Doctor Smith? I need him”- he asked as a matter of urgency.

“He’s not here at the moment, your grace”- you answered trying to stay calm, it was clear he hadn’t recognized you.

“Where is he? I need him now”- he was raising his voice and you started to worry

“I don’t know your grace, is everything alright?”- you asked gently

“My son... he’s... there is something wrong with him”- his eyes were red, he was clear he had cried.

You knew that your decision could have ruined your life but he needed you and couldn’t be the cause of his pain.

“Let’s go”- you said while wearing a robe to cover yourself

“Where?”- he asked

“To see your son, Doctor Smith taught me some things. I’ll send my maid looking for him while we go to your son. Come on”- he looked at you weirdly but ended up nodding.

You stayed with Charles and his son all night until his fever went down.

“William never talked about you”- Charles said while you were checking on his son before leaving. You decided not to answer - “it’s weird you know, because when I look at you...”- he stopped himself

“I should go, your son should be fine your grace; but I’ll be sure to send the doctor your way as soon as I see him”- you said with your heart in your throat.

“Wait”- said Charles before you could leave -“what’s your name?”

You thought about not answering him, but in all those months of friendship with Charles you had dreamed of him saying your name even just once, so, against your better judgment you answered

“Y/n”- you whispered

“Y/n”- hearing him saying your name made your heart skip a beat -“I didn’t know William had such a beautiful wife”

“I’m not... I’m not his wife”- what the hell where you doing?

“Mhm huh... you know what’s curios?”- he said looking at you intensely- “You and William have the same eyes”

“Your grace”- you whispered hoping he would let it go.

“Tell me”- he said

“Your grace please”- you knew you couldn’t stop yourself from crying for long.

“It’s ok, just tell me, please”- he didn’t sound mad but the only thing you could do was hope

“I’m William”- you said in such a soft voice you weren’t even sure he had heard you

“Yeah you are. Have breakfast with me so you can explain to me”- he softly said

“I can’t be seen like this, your grace.”

“You can wear my clothes. I have no intention to reveal your secret, please believe me”

You were dumbfounded so you simply nod, not even in your wildest dreams you would have thought Charles would decide to keep your secret.

“So why don’t you explain to me how you ended up to be a man”- Charles asked while you were eating

“It’s a long story”- you decided to speak in your natural voice, instead of forcing it to let it sound more masculine.

“I’m all ears”- Charles smiled

“My mother died when I was still a child so my father was left alone to take care of me. Even if he had enough estate and didn’t need to be working, he was a doctor. He didn’t want to leave me alone so he started to bring me with him and he taught me everything he knew. I knew since I was a child I wanted to be a doctor, to help people like him. So when he died and I was left alone, with no family beside my maid, I decided to keep doing what he taught me.”

“You couldn’t do it as a woman though”- he fninished for you

“People would think I’m a witch, they could execute me... the will execute me”- you whispered

“I’ll protect you. I promise”- he said while taking your hand in his.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, this man before you own you nothing, but once again was ready to help you.

“Thank you your Grace. I don’t deserve your kindness”

“It’s still Charles when we are alone and you deserve everything my lady”- you were blushing and didn’t know how to answer but his son took you out of the embarrassment by entering the room.

“Are you feeling better?”- Charles asked

“Yes”- he said- “thank you to the pretty lady. Why did she leave?”

Charles laughed a little bit - “I’ll make sure to thank her for you and I’ll see if she can come visit you soon, what do you think?”-he said while looking at you.

Since Charles had found out about you, you had started to spend more and more time together both when you were William and sometime even when you were Y/n. He came to your chambers to spend some time with you, other times you spent the day as Y/n at his house with his son when the King didnt need you.

You were finally happy: you were helping people, Charles finding out had only made easy for you to travel in the country bringing your help to who needed it, and your free time was spent with the man you loved and his wonderful son.

It was at his house that he first kissed you. You had decided to spent a few days with him, your faithful maid had come with you.

You were playing catch with his son when you noticed Charles looking at you.

“Come on old man, come play with us”- you said while Henry laughed

“Old man? Seriously? I thought I was your grace”- he mocked you making you laugh.

He started following you and Henry, making you laugh while you run.

But he caught you, of course he did, he caught by your waist lifting you in the air and once he let you go and you turned around, he kissed you.

It was such a passionate and sweet kiss at the same time, you couldn’t know how he could do it. You could feel his desire for you but you could also feel all his affection. You were so taken by each other you didn’t notice your maid was running towards you.

“Your grace your grace”- she was breathless from the run -“the king is here. He’s looking for your grace”

You stopped breathing, you forgot the reality of the situation every time you were with Charles.

“It’s going to be alright”- he said sensing your panick -“go to your room, enter from the services entrance. And change into William clothes just to be sure.”

You nodded and before leaving he kissed you once again

“Oh sweet thing what did you got yourself into”- said your maid

You two started to be more careful after that, still spending some time together and after a while you were serene once again. You should’ve known it wouldn’t have lasted.

You weren’t unaware of what was happening at court even if you lived in your happy babble with Charles: the king had fell in love with Lady Anne Boleyn and was trying to divorce from Queen Catherine.

You would have never taught that it would have put your life at risk.

You had never talked with sir Thomas Boleyn, he had never payed attention to you; that’s why you suddenly felt unease when he called for you in his chambers.

Your blood run cold when he asked you to poison Bishop Fisher during one of your visit for his gout.

“Sir Boleyn I’m afraid I can’t help you. I’m a doctor, I don’t take lives”- you said trying to stay calm.

He stood up and you could see the hate in his eyes, you were sure you were going to die but sir Thomas More entered the room as soon as sir Boleyn took a step towards you. He didn’t know but he had surely just save your life.

“Since Sir Boleyn doesn’t need my service anymore I should go”- you said and went out of the room as fast as you could.

You didn’t stop for anything knowing that the only thing that could save you was to never be alone.

You slept in Charles’ chambers for days, you both knew it was risky because you had to go in and out as a man but Charles never said you no. He could sense something was wrong, but he respected your decision not to tell him, even if it killed him not being able to help you.

And then the bishops were poisoned, Bishop Fisher survived, but the king had to find out who did it.

You knew you had to leave but once again Charles found you before you could

“Where are you going”- he asked

“I can’t stay here anymore Charles, I’m sorry”- you were crying

“What’s scaring you my love? Please tell me so I can help”

“I know who killed the Bishops”- you whispered

“Who?”

“I can’t tell you Charles, it’s dangerous I would never put your life at risk. I love you”- you had never told him before but, if this was the last time you saw him, he had to know

“I love you too, my love. You can’t leave, please just tell me who did it, tell me how do you know and I’ll protect you”

You were about to answer when the guards arrived escorting you two to the king. You didn’t need explanation, you already knew what was happening

“The cook told me it was the doctor that gave him the poison, he told me that two nights ago he was called in the doctor’s chambers and payed to poison the bishops”- sir Boleyn accused you

“My king that’s not true. I’m a doctor, I heal people I don’t take lives”- you tried to defend yourself

“Are you calling me a liar”- sir Boley said. You wanted to accuse him, but you knew that the king would have never believed you over the father of the woman he loved.

“Of course not, I don’t know why the cook lied but it wasn’t me who gave him the poison”- you tried

“Is it or isn’t true you have numerous poisons among your medication, doctor?”- he asked smirking and your head fell

“Yes I do, but I use them for antidotes not to kill people”- the king’s look was unreadable

“Do you have any proof you weren’t the one giving the poison to the cook”- the King asked

“Your majesty I wasn’t even in my room that night”

“Can you prove it?”- he asked and you could, you knew you could. You were with Charles in his chambers, but you couldn’t bring him down with you.

So you just shook your head

“Bring him to the cell until I decide what to do”- said the king to the guards

“Wait wait”- Charles put himself in front of you

“Don’t”- you whispered to him but a look from him made you understand he had decided already

“The doctor was with me that night in my chambers”- Charles said and suddenly silence had taken the room.

“Charles do you want me to believe you spent your night with a man”- the king laughed

You knew you had no other choice, beside the guards would have found out soon anyway. So you took a step towards the king, took your hat away and untied your hair.

“I’m sorry your majesty, I didn’t mean to lie to you”- you had met your end, you just hoped in a merciful death

“Henry my king, I’m asking you as a friend to believe me. She wasn’t the one who gave the poison to the cook, she was with me all night”- Charles begged the king

“She’s a witch”- screamed Boleyn

“SHE IS NOT! She is a doctor, the same doctor that saved your life my king”- you caressed Charles’ arm hoping he knew how grateful you were to him.

The king eyes followed your gesture and his eyes bored into you. It seemed like ages before the king spoke again

“She is free to go. Willia- what’s your name?”- the king asked

“Y/n Smith, I’m the daughter of the late doctor Thomas Smith, my king”- you bowed to the king.

“Lady Y/n, you’re free to go. But you’re to stop dressing as a man”

“Thank you my king”- you smiled looking at Charles

“I would also like for you to still be my doctor, lady Y/n.”

“Of course, it would be my honor.”

“Whoever has any problem with Doctor Smith, probably duchess of Suffolk soon, can come talk to me”- the king said and you took a breath of relief hoping that was enough to save you from Boleyn.

You could still hear people murmuring, you could feel the heat of Boleyn’s stare, but you were finally happy: you could be yourself once again and in plain sight, the king referred to you as a doctor and you were able to be with the man you loved in public.

“Duchess of Suffolk, it sounds nice, doesn’t it?”- Charles said

“It really does your grace”- you laughed when Charles took you in his arm to take you to his chambers not caring of the people watching

“Try not to tire my doctor too much, Charles.”- King Henry laugh

And you knew you two were going to be happy.

Well... what do you think?

I’m sorry for any mistakes guys, but as you probably know by now English is not my first language.

Gifs aren’t mine and like always FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME ❤️

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miss-emilia-cavill · 3 years

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CHARLES BRANDON RECOMMENDED READS

Soulmates First Meeting: Charles Brandon, @mrsaugustwalker

Stars, @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

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amadwomanrambles · 4 years

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King - Hux x Reader - Ten

A/N: We are now at the end!!! I was blessed to have the lovely @castieltrash1 make this header for me. I feel it’s a lovely end to a wonderful series. I’m already planning on my next works to start writing on and I finally have an Ao3 account under the same name as this blog. I have yet to transfer stuff over there since I’m trying to get the hang of the site but you’ll see stuff there too! Once again thank you so much to the ones that have been here since the beginning, and enjoy the conclusion to King!

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Tagged: @girl-next-door-writes

It was the day that you never thought was going to happen; the day that you were going to marry a King. As a child many have dreamt of being a Queen, to fall in love with the King and be married to them and have children. But this was no dream to you; it was a reality.

The whispers about you and Armitage had finally subsided when Enric Pryde had mysteriously died from a hunting accident (courtesy of Captain Phasma, the head of the Kingsguard) and you were able sleep without worry. You could marry the man you loved and your children would be legitimate and there would be no one in your way.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as your Ladies were doing the finishing touches to your gown. White silk and satin with golden motifs adorned you, matching the prominent piece of jewelry that sat atop your head. The crown was heavier than you thought it would be, but you would get used to the weight in the long run.

The Ladies giggled as the stepped away from you to view the finished work; you turned to the mirror to see it for yourself. You’ve never looked so regal in your life; and seeing yourself in the mirror with the crown and the gown made you look like a totally different person. Your Ladies-in-Waiting were so happy for you, smiling and giggling in glee.

“My Lady ... it’s time,”

Your Ladies squealed a little, and you laughed slightly as you looked over to get them to calm down. On the inside you wanted to squeal also, but you had to remain your composure.

The church was full, and it made you nervous. A Royal Wedding was no small affair, compared to the intimate wedding you had with Ben. The aisle to the altar felt like it went for miles and the hundreds of eyes on you made you nervous. But when you saw Armitage, all the nervousness subsided. He was smiling wide, eyes welling up; it was as if he just saw the most beautiful creature before him. When you made it to the altar, he took your hand and kissed it before you faced the priest.

The ceremony felt like it took forever to finish, but nevertheless it was beautiful. The vows and rings were exchanged, and upon the declaration from the priest you and Armitage were married. Armitage smiled and cupped your face before moving in and kissed you passionately. The church erupted in applause and cheers and you broke the kiss to look over and smile at the crowd. In the corner of your eye you saw one of your Ladies carrying Matthias, and he was cheering happily and clapping.

You felt like the happiest woman in the world, and there was nothing that could get between you and Armitage.

After the ceremony at the church there was a reception back at the castle. You watched as the courtiers danced to the jovial music; smiling before going out to the balcony to enjoy the moonlight. Taking a small sip from your goblet, you saw Armitage join you in the corner of your eye. “Finally ... we have some time alone,” Hux chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Well, we were having a Royal Wedding. Everyone wants to be a part of it,” you laughed lightly.

“Are you happy, Y/n?” he asked, turning to look over at you. You smiled, wrapping your arms around Armitage’s neck, “I am the most happy. I’m with you, heart and soul. Matthias will get to grow with the both of us, together. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else,” Armitage leaned in and kissed you, pulling you close. When he pulled away he couldn’t stop smiling, “You are my whole heart, Y/n. I wouldn’t be able to go on without you by my side. I am so glad I have you. I won’t ever let you go,”

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thehomeofplatonicfics · 1 year

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Talented Scholar

Tudor!reader x Elizabeth Tudor (platonic!)

Your older sister, the Lady Elizabeth, was well known in the court for her intellect and wisdom beyond her years. You felt that others expected you to be the same, born only a few months before Anne’s unfortunate demise. In some ways you were, often found in various places around the palace with a book in your lap. You spent your free time studying. Languages were your favourite, and you spent many hours conversing with various members of the court in equally varying languages.

It was unfortunate that you never reached your full potential, struggling with perfectionism. No matter how good your writings were, you felt your sister’s was better. She seemed to get ideas immediately, while you had to ruminate on them a little longer to understand them. Your motivation to keep studying hard began to waver, you wanted to get all these new concepts immediately, you wanted to be just like Elizabeth.

King Henry’s latest wife, Catherine Parr, noticed how you started to withdraw yourself from the court and stop your lively conversations. She grew concerned and she wanted to encourage you both. In her chambers one evening, she began pacing the floor, a book in her hand which she tapped against her leg every so often. “What if… I created a friendly competition between them?” She asked aloud, though not really addressing anyone in particular. Catherine flipped through the pages of the book she was holding, noticing it was a Latin text. That would be perfect for both you and Elizabeth. She decided to talk to you both about it the following day.

And so, you were summoned to your step-mother’s chambers first thing in the morning. You stood there fidgeting next to your elder sister, staring at the Queen with curiosity. “I have a little academic competition for the two of you. However, I would like you both to support and encourage one another in this task I give you.” You and Elizabeth turned to look at each other with a small smile and you gave her a slight nod of your head which she returned. From behind her, Catherine produced two identical books which she handed to you both. “This is a Latin text by the Roman Tacitus. I’d like you both to translate all of it into English. The goal is to translate it the quickest but for it to still make sense.”

You grinned at Elizabeth as she held onto her book more tightly. This would be a fierce competition. “This will be a true challenge, Your Majesty. I hope we shall not disappoint.” Elizabeth stated, as she gazed at the book in her hand intently. “I have every faith that both of you will excel in this.” Catherine replied, her gaze held on you for a beat longer, hoping she was encouraging you.

The pair of you ran off to find a quiet area of the palace to start working on the translation together. Elizabeth sat one end and you sat at the other end. Soon the only sounds were of page turning and pen scratchings on parchment. After an hour or two had passed, you placed your pen down and chewed on your lip. You looked down at the tricky passage, then over to your sister who was still diligently working on her text. Swallowing your pride as you stood up, you headed over to her.

"Elizabeth? Have you done this part yet?" You asked as you showed her the page you were on of the text. "I think it is a little too tricky for me." She took the parchment you were working on, comparing it to her own, flipping back to a different page. You stood there awkwardly for a few moments while she gazed at the two different translations. "What do you mean, Y/N? You've done a wonderful translation so far. You've always been talented in languages, I should not be surprised."

You felt your cheeks flush, the unexpected praise from your sister being music to your ears. "Oh… thank you." You whispered, lowering your gaze embarrassed by the compliment. "Is it this section here that is giving you trouble?" Elizabeth asked, and you responded with a nod. "Ah, I see. Here… this will help." She began scribbling notes for you in the upper corner of your parchment, and then handed it back to you. "Do you think you handle the rest?" You nodded again, heading back to your spot. "Thank you, Elizabeth."

After this, as you both worked on the translation over the next few days, the two of you began to relax a little more. Talking, laughing and getting other courtiers involved. It was the most fun you had ever had, and you felt truly happy and confident. Elizabeth won the contest in the end, but for once you didn't care… for you had earned something even more valuable than a win along the way.

#elizabeth tudor x reader #the tudors x reader #the tudors reader insert #the tudors imagine #platonic reader insert #the tudors

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sarahsartistportfolio · 2 years

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You will like this story if you already enjoy...

The Curse of the Ravenwood King +17*

Romance

The structure of fairy tales

Norse mythology and scandinavian culture

Arranged marriage trope

Big dark mysterious x small optimistic sunshine

Story where both protagonists have to change for the better/mature to break a curse

Light humor

Not a big focus on court politics(At least don’t expect anything game of thrones worthy)

The 12 Princesses of the Fae +12

Japanese magical girl

Winx club

Romance

Stories that focus on female relationships(Platonic,familiar,romantic, all types)

Maturation plot line

“Character discovers they’re the long lost princess and only heir to a far away magical kingdom. Plus they’re a orphan.”

Celtic/Pagan references

Irish folklore

Commoner x royalty (I cant be with you because you have higher class status/your destine to be with a prince one day)

Happy fairy tale ending! With an epilogue following the main cast’s children

High fantasy in the sense there’s a lot of world building

Main plot is “we gotta find and unite these magical persons to defeat the big bad.”

Heaven and Hell +18

Biblical fictional

Heavy character driven stories

There is no big “we gotta save the world/stop the bad guy/stop the end of the world” plots.

Fans of angels and demonology

I heavily encourage fans to self ship with the characters

There will be major character deaths...

Room for a squeal(?)

18+ for how sexually charged some writing will be

Stardust +17

Emotional tear jerker ending. Call back to something the protagonist said earlier in the story

Low Si-fi

Main plot is again “we gotta find and unite these magical persons.”

An over arcing theme of finding home

Fond family(I think?)

World building was built around the idea the reader could easily make their own fan characters to insert into the story

Christopher Heart +16

Main plot is once again “we gotta find and unite the magical persons to defeat the big bad.”

Protagonist decides to stay in magical alternative world ah la Kagome in Inuyasha

Fantasy vs technology

Main theme of ✨friendship✨ and working together

The two romantic interests are on equal footing with each other

Audrey, the Bride of Prosperity +18

Classic shoujo romances

Without spoiling too much this story is poly friendly

I’m referencing bullet hell games for the visualization of the magic in this world

The protagonist differentiates herself from the usual protags in otome/shoujo stories. She’s more cold and closed off.

✨Tudor fashion✨ and other medieval fashion

Small references to fairy tale themes

Rated +18 for discussions of incest and eugenics ((:

Its Killing Me +16

Cheesey teenage supernatural romances

Couple where the girl is extroverted and boy is introverted

Protagonist rejects “death” and chooses life

Story skips the unnecessary will they wont they and the couple end up dating early on

Lots of self indulgence moments where the girl needs rescuing

Early 2000s goth fashion

Boy who goes absolutely feral when the protagonist is threatened

Down the Spiral +16

Short and sweet. No big world building

Heavy theme of karma

Without spoiling too much its just a tragedy, no one makes it to the end unscathed

If you like stories where the protagonist does morally ambitious stuff then this is for you

In fact majority of the cast is unlikable in a likeable way

Questions go unanswered but it benefits the story

The main character is a lolita

Trigger warning dogs die :(

Surprise ending!

*The ages just refer to what audience ages I think are appropriate to consume these stories

#my writing #original writing #original characters #original story #I plan on adding more I just really wanted to post this right now

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inforapound · 3 years

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The Devil Inside - Part 1

This was written to celebrate @fuchsiagrasshopper 200 followers. Congrats to you. This is not high literature, just a tiny-bop reader insert style romance.

Warnings - sexually explicit, hints of dub/con, possessiveness, love

Pairing - Ivar x Reader Prompt in bold.

There they were. The same unimpressed brilliant blue eyes. It was the second time that week you had seen them in the back parking lot at school.

The student car park was behind the main building where all those who either drove or smoked cigarettes congregated at lunch to sit in their cars, pump music, and yak. You didn’t smoke but had a car so hung out all the same. Students from neighbouring schools occasionally pulled in to visit, always staying in their cars and keeping a distance as these types of schools were full of rules and someone was always watching. That is where he fits it. The dark-haired guy with the cold eyes and the nice flat-black Camaro. Whether or not he was putting on airs, he looked dubious and the kids always hanging about his car were the shadier bunch in the school.

He had been coming around for a couple of months now and you had locked eyes with him once or twice. Maybe more. He always broke the contact first as if looking at you had been in error. Probably dealt drugs or something similar but honestly, you didn’t know. What you did know, with your sharp eighteen-year-old senses, was to keep to your side of the lot. Maintaining your flawless grades was your first priority with socializing a not to distant second. Plus, you had been single for less than six weeks so boys were not exactly a draw.

So… you thought nothing of it when Mark Hasting approached your locker when the end-of-the-day bell rang. Standing with your closest friends, Kim and Amanda, you were deciding on whose house to meet at after supper. Mark was one of those smoking-out-back-leather-jacket-wearing types but he was friendly with everyone so it wasn’t that out of the blue for him to stop by your locker and chat.

“What’s up ladies,” he smiled, looking rather fit for a guy who had never played sports. “Any plans tonight?”

Kim carried on loading her binders into her locker and Amanda gave a breezy ‘not sure’ shrug so you spoke up as Mark was a nice guy.

“Might meet up with some of the others at the beach by my place after dark. What are you up to?”

“Me and some of the guys are going to meet behind Macdonald’s at 9 pm. Go from there. Some boys from Claremont are coming. You should join?”

“Clairemont, eh?”

It was the other private school in the district, prestigious like yours but with the reputation for being wild. Amanda’s brother had transferred there a few years back for their higher-profile basketball program and she had bitched that her parents were playing favourites ever since.

“Yeah, okay, maybe,” you answered not sounding convinced.

“You gonna be driving?” he asked which surprised you as you were the only one with a car. Kim had one that she supposedly shared with her brother but you had maybe seen her with it twice.

“Well, I won’t be getting a driver’s license in the next 6 hours,” Amanda laughed.

“Fair enough,” Mark smiled. “So maybe see you there?”

Hmm. That was interesting and you wondered if Mark or one of the other outbackers were interested in one of your friends. The crowd you ran with were the popular sort; the academics, preps, and jocks. Not the smokers who hit the bong on the weekends but at your school the cliques mixed well. Unlikely hookups weren’t that out of the ordinary but you certainly weren't interested. Hell no.

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The evening air was a bit sharp so you were glad you wore your white denim coat and blue jeans. It was nearly dark and you were with a group of eight or ten of your friends standing between parked cars at the playground not far from your school. The closest street lamp was out so the only light came from the radios playing in the cars lined up in a row. The music was just loud enough to hear but not grab the attention of the tidy homes across the street.

If you were being honest, you were bored and the night was shaping up to look like the previous few weekends. Deciding to have a drink, you grabbed a cider from the full box in your trunk, passing your keys and responsibility over to Kim. ‘No problem’ was her reply that came in the form of a quick nod. You had been driving her around for years so she didn’t mind.

The headlights of two vehicles rolling past and pulling in made you all turn and look and you immediately recognized both. It was Mark’s white van and the low-slung Camaro tailing close behind. Blue eyes was in there. He had to be and it wasn’t immediately apparent but you had some reaction, nerves maybe or just feeling a bit on the spot for brushing off Mark’s earlier invitation.

“Guess nothing was happening at Macdonald’s,” Kim laughed.

“Shocking,” Amanda added sarcastically, taking a drag of her cigarette and blowing the smoke in the opposite direction.

“Cause hanging out beside the jungle gym is so much cooler,” you droned, squinting at the now parked cars, noticing that the Camaro looked full of people.

Not letting your sights linger, you turned back to your friends, taking a few long pulls of your drink, and heard car doors open and close. The sound of footsteps crunching over gravel came towards you.

“It’s Amanda, right?” a girl’s voice called and in unison, you all spun around.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Amanda answered, in her overly cheerful voice.

Before you was a tall blonde girl, a little older than you with very distinct features; a small narrow nose and the largest eyes you had ever seen.

“I graduated with Lani last year at Claremont,” she explained.

Lani was Amanda’s older brother, a year and half older, popular but a total prick unless he needed something.

“I’m Torvi,” she smiled and you all nodded your hellos.

“Hey, we are headed to my boyfriend’s if you want to come? Have some drinks. Can’t blow the doors wide but you girls are welcome to come.”

“Yeah, sure, okay,” Kim and Amanda’s mixed replies came at the same time.

Knowing the plan was set, you took a few more drinks of your cider, finishing it off, wondering who exactly was in that car.

The tall blonde turned and began to head back but stopped and looked in your direction.

“You’re not driving, I take it?” she glanced at the empty you were returning to the box in your open trunk.

“For once, no,” you replied quietly.

“Ride with us,” she jerked her head in the direction of the Camaro. “The girls can follow,” she smiled and you felt caught-off-guard.

“That’s okay,” you smiled back. “We’ll see you there.”

“No,” her smile widened and she took a step closer, offering her arm for you to link up. “I insist.”

The Camaro was nice. Really nice. Classic with a black leather interior. It had the faintest smell of cigarettes, beer, and leather. A total guy car and not the BMW SUV’s you were used to. You like it far more than those. But the atmosphere was anything but nice. For you at least. A tall, rather serious guy had opened the door, folding the seat forward for you and Torvi to climb in. Her boyfriend, you assumed, by the way he smacked her ass when she slid past.

Mr. Blue-Eyes was the driver and when you settled back in the seat, you realized those nerves earlier had nothing to do with running into Mark. It was him. As your mom would say, ‘trouble with a capital T’ and being that close to him made you feel.....funny.

The ride was quick and the house you were heading to turned out to be only a few minutes away but it felt like a different neighborhood. They were mansions; the original estates in the area before it was all chopped up into lots and sold. The gates on the driveway were open and you drove up a long driveway to a beautiful Tudor style home set well back from the road. It looked about 10,000 square feet from the driveway and if it hadn’t have been for those cold blue eyes glancing up at you in the rearview mirror, you would have turned around to make sure your friends were still following.

Inside the house was equally as amazing; soaring ceilings and a gracious front entry, an incredible kitchen with a large family room off to one side. You settled with Torvi on a large leather couch and from where you were sitting, you saw that the French doors on the other side of the pool table led out to a massive back-lit pool. Homes like this weren’t that uncommon in your world but you still appreciated its elegance.

There wasn’t a parent in sight and no mention of one which struck you as normal. It was always the wealthy and unsupervised doing the most scandalous things. But no one there was doing anything scandalous. You were just there for drinks. Right?

Torvi handed you some type of boozy beverage and you were unsure as to why, yet relieved, that she had taken you under her wing.

Entering the room and walking with the help of some customized crutch, the Camaro driver headed straight for the leather chair on the far side of Torvi. He didn’t make eye contact with you or anyone else but you still felt noticed. The way he hustled made you think that you shouldn’t watch and you wondered if that crutch was the reason he always stayed in his car at school.

Dropping it onto the hardwood floor, he sank into the seat, immediately raising his hand and accepting a bottle from Torvi’s boyfriend who walked in behind, carrying a case of beer.

“I haven't introduced you,” Torvi raised her hand. “This is my boyfriend, Ubbe, and his brother Ivar,” your eyes flitted over to your driver but he was gazing at something, nothing, off in the kitchen. “And their other brother, Hvitserk is just outside having a smoke with his girlfriend, Margrethe.

Your eyes shifted to the French doors and you could see the outlines of two people kissing on the patio.

Okay, realization struck you. They were the Lothbroks! You had heard of them. Definitely. Just couldn’t recall what but you knew it wasn’t good and you probably shouldn’t be there. Where were your friends and why hadn’t Torvi told them your name? As if on cue, Amanda and Kim and the long-lost Mark Hasting strolled in, cheerful and boisterous and thankfully taking the pressure off you from having to talk.

Someone had turned on music and the other brother and his blonde-haired girlfriend came inside to join. A game of pool begun and you stayed on the couch with your friends and Torvi. Ivar remained slumped in his chair, giving the impression he would have preferred to be anywhere but there.

It was awkward. Torvi and your friends gabbed about the differences in schools and universities and you quietly finished your drink but, in a flash, it was replaced with another.

As always Mark was the most animated in the room, and Ubbe, who then seemed far more at ease, was listening intently to the details of how Mark’s father made so much money selling appliances. Kim was a good sport despite not drinking and joined in the conversation knowing many of the same people as Torvi.

You could have sworn Ivar scoffed when you rolled your eyes at Amanda who went outside to smoke weed with Mark and Hvitserk but when you glanced over, he was back to staring in the opposite direction and picking the label off his beer. It felt strange….. sitting in a room with lively people and you and he were the only ones not joining in. You weren’t anti-social but for whatever reason that night, or in that house, the atmosphere felt… heavy. It wasn’t the alcohol though; you were almost sure it was him. Ivar. Every bit of your focus seemed to be spent on ignoring him and for some strange reason, you felt he was doing the same.

“Whereabouts is the washroom?” you whispered to Torvi and she raised her hand to point down the hall.

“It's just down the...”

“I need another beer,” Ivar interrupted, his voice so much different than what you expected. It was smoother somehow, breathier. “I’ll show her,” his eyes flicked over to you as he grabbed his crutch and pushed himself up out of the chair.

Your instincts from before seemed right as his body language told you he did not enjoy people walking behind him. He moved with a distinct limp but it was still agile in a way, his crutch obviously an extension of his body. But his mood seemed troubled.

Christ, you thought, as you followed, he could have just told you where it was.

Through the kitchen, he moved down a long hallway lined with closed doors and you were almost certain one of them had to have been a bathroom. Just as your feet slowed assessing where you were going, he glanced back and jerked his head for you to keep moving. Ohh-kay……

Opening the door at the very end, he walked in, not looking behind. Stopping on the threshold you surveyed the room and there was no question it was his. It had the same dark wood floors and wood trim, a neatly made bed with navy linens, large windows, fitted with wooden blinds, bordered by matching navy curtains. The room was lined with furniture; a dresser, desk, shelves loaded with books but it was the framed picture hanging above his bed that held your attention. Behind glass was a charcoal drawing of a scraggly, long-haired, bearded man who seemed to be missing an eye. Nice room, you thought, but the art was a touch dramatic.

As he dropped down onto a couch and stretched his legs out onto a low coffee table, he pointed at an open door which you assumed was his private bathroom. Ohh-kay…. you thought as you tiptoed past him and into the bathroom, closing the door. Again, it struck you how clean everything was, even smelt good like some faint cologne and you hoped the thick wood door with muffle the sound of you peeing.

After washing your hands, and a lip gloss touch-up, you opened the door, not sure he would still be there. He was…. lounging on the couch, watching the tv on the adjacent wall. There was no acknowledgment when you re-emerged so you mumbled some sort of ‘thanks’ and crossed the room, heading for the door.

“Are you afraid of me?’ he spoke at your back making you stop and turn around. Aside from the glances in the rear-view mirror, it was the first time he had looked at you directly. And holy shit, was it ever direct.

“No,” you lied trying not to sneak a peek at his tight white shirt stretched over his muscular chest and arms. You definitely didn’t want to be caught staring at his perfect hair, styled in that ‘perfect hot guy way.’ Holy god, he was striking, incredibly hot with his square jaw and smooth tanned skin. You hadn’t fully taken it in until then…. when his piercing blue eyes held you frozen in place.

The angle of his chin shifted just slightly, and he subtly squinted making you think he was somehow pleased with himself. A sweep of goosebumps spread over your skin and you crossed your arms as if suddenly feeling a breeze. Was your stomach suddenly upset? Or, maybe it was your nerves clawing out your insides.

“Then sit,” he said casually, as he looked away and you detected the slightest hint of a dare in his tone.

Why? You wanted to ask but didn’t, wondering if he was trying to intimate you. One thing you did suspect was that his aloofness was only to draw you in. Funny, you thought. Wouldn’t work. You had to get back to your friends….

“Okay,” you instead answered and walked over, slowly sitting down, your body sensing the two inches of space between you. Great, it was a love seat.

Like the force of nature he felt like, he somehow read your thoughts.

“Get me a beer,” he said, nodding in the direction of the bar fridge next to the tv. What teenager had a bar fridge in their bedroom, you wondered, only realizing then that he had ordered you instead of asking.

If your eyes hadn’t scanned his crossed legs extended out on the coffee table, his crutch on the floor below, you might have told him to get his own…. but…you didn’t. Did he not want to get up? Was he in pain? Was it his legs or his back that hurt him? Maybe a knee? Was it from sports? Or, had he been in an accident with his car? The blank one. It looked fast and he looked like he drove fast too.

Slowly but with no attempt to conceal it, he let out a long sigh, snapping you out of your analysis and you realized that perhaps you were a bit drunk. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk.

“Get a beer for yourself,” he chimed as if offering a token reward for your obedience.

That was likely the extent of his chivalry anyway. Returning with two beers you handed him one not expecting and not getting any sort of thanks. His eyes stayed glued on the tv.

“Do you even like beer?” he asked, and it somehow felt like a dig.

“Yeah,” you answered taking a small sip.

God, you hated beer.

For a few minutes, you both stared at a music video, some ethereal, whining song, about a hunter in the night sung by an emo looking guy. It suited Ivar perfectly and the longer you listened the more uncomfortable you felt being there… alone in his room……essentially two strangers.

Mentally, you cleared your thought. “My name is…”

“I know your name,” he cut you off sounding annoyed.

It was getting even stranger and you wondered if your friends would eventually come find you….

“Pray to your god, open your heart, whatever you do, don’t be afraid of the dark.”

…the song played on and it felt like the tension was building but what could you say? You didn’t know him and weren’t going to make small talk. Just as the air seemed to be getting sucked out of the room, you shifted on your seat making him look over at you.

“What?” you said sounding defensive.

Without a word, he just stared at you. The skin on your cheeks began to warm and you felt embarrassed.

“Well, this was fun,” you pushed your hands down into the couch to get up but he grabbed your forearm. Gasping, your eyes locked with his blue ones, his brows pinched and his eyes narrowed.

“I thought you weren’t afraid of me,” he whispered and you noticed how much closer he was all of a sudden. Jesus, those eyes…. they were clear and cold yet somehow dark and felt bottomless. You just stared back as if hypnotized but it was the quick flutter of his lashes and a look of uncertainty that flashed across his face that had you come back to the surface.

“My. Arm. Please,” you articulated through clenched teeth, and you knew you sounded scared.

Tilting his head, his lids blinked again and he began to chuckle, flashing a forced smile and releasing your arm. Smoothly, casually, he leaned forward and grabbed the TV remote off the table as if picking it up had been his plan all along. Slamming your beer down, you stood and rushed for the door. You were fucking done with Ivar Lothbrok.

“See you at school, beautiful,” he called in a patronizing voice.

As you rounded the corner, the volume of the tv rose and the last words of the song felt foreboding.

“Cover your eyes, the devil’s inside.”

Next chapter

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ellesliterarycorner · 3 years

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Do you have any tips for writing historical fiction, alternate history, or any history based writing?

Writing Historical Fiction

OMG I love reading well-written historical fiction. I used to be super into writing Historical Fiction when I was going through my Pirates of the Caribbean/World War 2 phase. I think it’s one of the hardest genres to write even more than fantasy or sci-fi because at least with those you can make up your own rules, but with historical fiction, you have to know all about the already established rules and customs of that time. Worry not though! I have a few tips about how to make sure you write your historical fiction correctly!

Research! Research! Research!

I’m a huge history buff, so this is definitely my biggest ick when reading historical fiction. Research is important when writing any kind of book, but it’s even more important when writing a historical fiction novel. If you write a historical fiction novel without researching it, it’ll be bad. You HAVE to research the time period you are writing about first. No reader expects everything to be perfectly accurate when they pick up a historical fiction book because it is fiction, but they still except some historical accuracy. Research everything from names to dress to language to socially acceptable behavior. I would also recommend looking up any books or letters (if they exist) from the period that you plan to write about and try and read those. That will help you understand common language, thought, and social graces.

Okay, But Can You Read Middle English?

I cannot unfortunately. Well, I can read the Lord Prayer’s (thank you to my freshman year English teacher, you’re a real one), but anyways, reading middle english is hard. Even reading lingo from the 40s or 50s can be kind of confusing because you don’t know the slang that people used back then. You definitely need to read social customs and language at the time, but sometimes writing in the language of the time period just makes it difficult for readers to understand. I think historical tv shows like my comfort show, the Tudors, and Bridgerton do a really good job of this, and I would recommend watching them, not just because they’re my favorites. They do a really good job of staying true to the language that people used at the time without bogging you down with a lot of Thou and Thees. The actual events may not be exactly historical accurate all of the times, but the costumes, set pieces, and language does a really good job, in my opinion, of reflecting the time period.

For Your Character Everything Is Normal

This is another thing that bugs me, especially when I read 1st person historical fiction is that the character is thinking things that most people during those times simply wouldn’t think. Normally, something along the lines of, ugh this corset is so uncomfortable or ugh I wish we had a way to cool down the house cause it’s so damn hot outside. I’m not saying people didn’t think those things, but if you have worn a corset your entire life, you wouldn’t be uncomfortable wearing one. If you had carried around your little feather fan around to fan yourself during the summer, you would be used to it. You might complain once or twice, but you wouldn’t know any different. Don’t insert your 21st century hindsight into your 18th century or whenever character. It’s so easy to accidentally add your own personal mindset and cultural attitudes to the characters in your story, but depending on what time period you’re writing about they may not know about germs or that the earth is round.

Don’t Ignore Real World Events

If your book takes place in 1942 Paris, then the city is occupied by Nazis, and your character would not be immune to that. Even if your story takes place in 1950, almost everyone alive then will remember World War 2 and be affected by it. The aftereffects of the war have lasted well into the present day with the rampant anti-semitism in many parts of the world, the building of the Berlin Wall, and so many other things. Sometimes it may seem nice to put your historical fiction characters in a little bubble where these events don’t affect them, but then you loose all of that historical accuracy that your readers want. A historical fiction story needs to take place in an accurate historical setting. Whether your story is entirely fictional or not, you need to weave real events into your plot, and make sure that you add in little details that reflect the sitting. They anchor the story and turn it into historical fiction, and not just fantasy or contemporary fiction.

It May Be Uncomfortable

This goes backs to not ignoring real world events, but I’ve read so many historical fiction books that just completely ignore racism, and while I obviously wish we lived in a world that didn’t have racism, that just isn’t the case. Some authors may think that ignoring racism in their writing is actually the ‘woke’ or ‘politically correct’ thing to do, but as a POC, I actually disagree. Ignoring racism fixes nothing. Ignoring racism and the effects it has on our society is how we got here. Shedding light and acknowledging that it’s a problem is how we move forward. All that to say if you write a story set in 1850 America, slavery is still a BIG thing. The fugitive slave act was passed that year, and even though the civil war wouldn’t start for another eleven years, racial tensions were at an all time high. You have to recognize these things. That means that even if you have a black character in Philadelphia or another northern state, they will still face severe discrimination and racism.

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Yuletide 2021

Dear Yuletide Author,

Thanks for agreeing to write me a fic this year! I’m allegoriesinmediasres on AO3, Tumblr, and FFN, as well as allyinmediasres on Reddit.

General note: Not all of the characters requested for each fandom need to be featured in the fic.

Likes: Character studies. Gen fic. Sibling relationships. Brothers who loved their sisters to the ends of their lives (I have a Tumblr tag for this). 5+1 fics. Missing moments. Female-centric fics. Fix-it fics. Found family. Mutual pining. Slow burn. Angst with a happy ending. Hurt/comfort. Fluff. Unreliable narrator. Multimedia fics. Hands. Bioluminescence. Sunsets.

General DNWs:

Modern AUs, soulmate AUs, setting swap AUs, genderswap AUs, crossovers, fusions.

Character bashing, heavy focus on unrequested ships.

First person POV, reader-insert fics.

Smut, rape/dubcon, vore, A/B/O dynamics, references to current world events or politics.

Jodhaa Akbar

Requested characters: Rajkumar Sujamal

Prompts: Anything about Sujamal. I love all that his character hints at about the dynamics of the Amer palace, and his complicated relationship with Jodhaa as well. His pre-canon relationship with Jodhaa, his headspace during the movie, his fears for how his sister is doing in her new home. His relationship with his uncle, his attempts to get support for Amer’s throne. An AU where he survives and deals with becoming part of the Mughal court/navigating his new relationship with Jodhaa.

Ramayana

Requested characters: Any

Prompts: Interactions between Rama, Sita, and/or Lakshman during the 14 years of exile. Arguments or adventures they had that never made it into the epics. Rama/Sita being an awesome couple with mutual respect and affection. Lakshman being the overprotective suspicious younger brother who never sleeps. Sita and Lakshman interacting without Rama there.

Sita during her imprisonment in Lanka. Her various friendships with Trijata, Mandodari, Sarama, and other benefactors. Interactions with Indrajit or Ravana.

Urmila, Bharata, Mandavi, Shatrughna, and Shrutakirti back home in Ayodhya. How do they try to keep the kingdom running? My personal headcanon is that while Rama/Sita and Lakshmana/Urmila were love marriages, their younger siblings’ marriages were arranged ones; while they were happy enough together, it wasn’t until Dasharatha died, RSL were exiled, and they were suddenly forced to rule a kingdom that they were forced to rely on one another, and in doing so, that Bharata/Mandavi and Shatrughna/Shrutakirti really fell in love with one another. How does living at Nandigram or being the only ones in the palace affect them?

If you subscribe to the story of Urmila sleeping for fourteen years, did she have any adventures serving Nidra Devi in dreamland? Maybe she tried to influence the course of events through other people’s dreams?

DNW: No references to Uttar Khanda canon.

The Tudors

Requested characters: Anne Stanhope Seymour, Edward Seymour 1st Duke of Somerset, Elizabeth I of England, Mary I of England

Prompts: Interactions between any of these characters! Mary and baby/toddler Elizabeth bonding at Hatfield, despite Mary’s resentments. Their more complicated relationship in Elizabeth’s teen years. AUs where one or more of them are not enemies/allies/friends.

This AU in particular I’d really love to see this year. Be advised it makes mention of Thomas Seymour’s abuse of 13/14-year-old Elizabeth, so feel free to pass on this one.

In 1547 or 1548, Elizabeth was living with her stepmother Katherine Parr and her new stepfather, Thomas Seymour. During this time, Thomas Seymour began grooming Elizabeth and engaging in inappropriate behavior with her. Eventually, Katherine discovered the abuse and sent Elizabeth to another household.

So I’m interested in an AU where it’s Edward Seymour and Anne Stanhope who figure out what their brother(-in-law) is doing. They realize it will Not Be Good for the Seymours if Thomas crosses the line with Elizabeth; despite her bastard status, she’s still third in line to the throne and Edward’s favorite sister. They also realize that K Parr is not going to do anything about the abuse, or doesn’t see anything wrong with it. So they have Elizabeth removed from Kate Parr’s custody, and she goes to live with the Somersets.

Historically Anne and Katherine Parr had rivalry over being the first lady of the court and having access to the Queen’s jewels; you can factor that in if you wish.

So from here, how does Elizabeth turn out living under the guidance of Anne Stanhope, who is a reformist like K Parr but of a much sharper temperament? More similar to Elizabeth’s own mother, Anne Boleyn. Another historical detail: Mary Tudor and Anne Stanhope were good friends despite their religious differences. Mary had also been appalled by K Parr’s hasty remarriage to TSeymour, and wanted Elizabeth to live with her following Henry’s death, but Elizabeth preferred to follow her stepmother. With Elizabeth now living under one of Mary’s friends, do the sisters stay closer together instead of drifting apart like they did during Edward’s reign? Does Edward Seymour make use of having one of the king’s sisters under his thumb? (Although in a much smarter and much less gross way than his brother tried to.)

Does anything go differently with the Somersets being arrested and E. Seymour eventually being executed? How does Elizabeth weather these new events?

DNW: No victim blaming or bashing. Uneasy tensions are fine, and a given considering history, but no tearing down one woman to lift up the other. No references to Six the Musical canon.

Lagaan (2001)

Requested characters: Any

Prompts: Missing scenes from the movie. Maybe quiet moments in between training sessions? The players working out their religious, age, and caste differences?

Anything about Elizabeth would make me happy. Any backstory, on what her life was like before coming to India. I’m also an Elizabeth/Gauri and Elizabeth/Gauri/Bhuvan shipper -- in my headcanon, Radha Kaise Na Jale is where she falls in love with both Gauri and Bhuvan (just look at how she looks at Gauri when she’s dancing!), and she becomes both Bhuvan’s Radha and Gauri’s Radha at the movie’s end. I also like to imagine an AU where she stays behind in India, rather than return to England with a brother who’s furious with her, and eventually they become an OT3.

Bhuvan/Gauri! I see them as childhood friends to lovers -- backstory on them would be lovely. Or canon-compliant moments, as their relationship develops. How the villagers react to their engagement? Their wedding?

Yashodamai. That line where she tells Bhuvan he reminds her so much of his father always gets to me -- what was their marriage like? Yashodamai and/or his father teaching Bhuvan how to play gilli-danda?

DNW: AUs where the British win. Elizabeth/Bhuvan.

Searching (2018)

Requested characters: Any

Anything post-canon would make me happy. How do David and Margot heal their relationship and bridge the gaps between them? Is Margot still close to her uncle? How do they deal with the trauma?

How does the brothers’ relationship fare? Obviously it was a stressful time for both of them, but once the dust settles, I can’t see Peter easily forgetting the accusations of incest and murder, or David forgetting that Peter hid Margot’s drug use for days into the investigation.

I love multimedia fics, and especially for this fandom, they would be a delight. You can tell the story as a series of news reports, Facebook/email posts/chat conversations, etc.

DNW: Fics that center on the villains. AUs where Margot dies.

Around the World in 80 Days (TV 1989)

Requested characters: Aouda

I love Aouda, but not necessarily the imperialism and whitewashing inherent in her character, which is why I selected the 1989 version where she shows a little more bite. I’m basically quoting from this post by @CHOCOCHIPBISCUIT on Tumblr, since they encapsulated all my thoughts. (This refers to some details from the book, but you can honestly base your fic on either the book or the TV series, and I would love it either way.)

Mostly though, Aouda nibbles at my mind. I adore her without quite being able to figure out why, especially since she mostly seems to function as combination damsel in distress/plot device with an overlap for Hero Gets the Girl.

But she's not just the lodestone. One of the bits that first struck me was how after rescuing Aouda from the pyre (for which credit really should have gone to Passepartout, but that’s admitted later) he just sits with her and ‘mostly listens,’ which perplexes her. Most of the solicitious treatment she receives is just that: received. She never asks for the extra amenities or complains of any discomfort, but Fogg, Passepartout, and Fix all consider them her due.

Whenever danger strikes, Verne notes that she tolerates it admirably, and when the train is attacked, she even fights off some of the raiders herself. When they need to divert Fogg to keep him from dueling the American, she promptly joins in with the whist game. When Fogg offers her his remaining fortune after thinking himself ruined, she proposes to him.

I have a lot of thoughts on her, plus some perturbation, like the fact that despite being Indian, her complexion is described as being fair as any European’s. I wonder at how she came to be married to her ex-husband, and what her background was like before getting rescued. I wonder how she adapts to England and Fogg’s peculiarities. I wonder what they talk about, since he’s so quiet and she gets so little dialogue in the book. I wondert her friendship with Passepartout, and if she comes to regard him as a father-figure, what with giving her away at her wedding and being a more ‘typical’ introduction to her new home.

And by @otjoku:

Imagine their child: an anglo-indian with manners, money and wit, and probably learned acrobatics from uncle Passepartout.

#yuletide 2021

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