#Anne Boleyn x Catherine Parr

[schnitzelsemmerl]

parrleyn my beloved

[eobard-thawne]

FAVORITE SCENES FROM BECOMING ELIZABETH: 4/∞ "You look beautiful. Show me. Oh, ready for this party and ready before me. Beauty really is wasted on the young. You don't use it or believe it, and then just when you start to, it disappears. But it leaves the vanity behind, for the sake of irony, probably."

[sixaus-meaa]

SIX THE MUSICAL - MODERN!AU: illustration

character sheet (queens)

(the characters are BASED ON the historical figures)

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

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.

[leoleolovesdc]

Howard: Hey guys, do y’all know where’s Cathy?

Aragon, somewhat annoyed: In her room. Writing.

Howard: Oh, so she’s back?

Cleves: Uhh.. she never left?

Howard, disbelieving: She hasn’t shown up in like, five days, and you’re saying that all this time she was just in her room working?

Cleves, shrugging: Workaholics, go figure.

Howard: I’m pretty sure that’s not healthy.

Howard: Like, at all.

Boleyn: Just let her be, Kat. If she wants to work then let her work. It’s her choice and all that shit.

Seymour: No, no, no! Kat’s right, we can’t let Cathy lock herself into a room for a whole week and act like nothing’s wrong!

Aragon: Yeah, someone should definetly go check on her.

Aragon, agressively pointing at Anne: Bo-loser, you’re going. If someone can annoy people out of motivation then that’s you.

Boleyn: What?! I don’t want to!

Cleves: No, Lina’s right. You should go.

Seymour: Yeah, it has to be you, Annie.

Boleyn: Kat? Please?

Howard: As you once wisely said; sorry not sorry, sis.

Boleyn: Ugh, fine! I’ll do it, but you owe me! All of you!

6 hours later

Cleves: Damn, Annie’s surely taking her time, huh?

Aragon: Hm… You’re right. I thought with how enraging she can be Cathy would have given up like, five hours ago

Seymour, uncertainly: Maybe she’s trying a more mature approach?

Seymour: Or maybe Cathy’s just being specially stubborn!

Howard: That’s it, I’m going in.

Howard, kicking the door open: What’s taking so godda-

Cathy is sitting on her desk while writing on a laptop, Anne’s on her lap, belly-to-belly, while reading “Torwards a Gay Communism”.

Aragon:

Parr:

Howard:

Boleyn:

Cleves:

Seymour:

Aragon: How the fu- ?!

Boleyn: I got distracted!

[mackeydoodledoo]

Pov: Catherine of Aragon chooses you specifically to be her "Lady in Waiting"

A/n: I went to see SIX [The US Tour Boleyn Cast] once, and now it's my new hyperfixation. You can kinda tell who my favorite queen is

It's very rare that the Six wives would 'propose' to a Lady in Waiting while touring. First of all, there's only four of you. Second, they're singing to compete for who had it worse with Henry VIII after all.

You were a part of that "Ladies in Waiting" Band, interacting with the Queens between shows was difficult for you, especially. To at least catch the attention of the Golden Queen: Catherine of Aragon.

But seeing how she was always bitter about her divorce with Henry VIII, you just kept your feelings to yourself

It wasn't like you were King Henry VIII's younger sister

You often like to be by your lonesome between shows. To practice even more before the evening show.

That was... Until Catherine of Aragon began joining you on your extra practice sessions.

You also helped her in any way you could with her solo No Way.

You slowly opened up to the idea of enjoying someone's company.

She would often be the one to bring the both of you lunch while you remain behind.

One day, you made the decision to go with her to a lunch outing.

You underestimated how fun it is to be around people. Catherine of Aragon showed that to you.

Right before the evening show, you began unraveling how you felt about her, to her face

"Every time I watch you, whether it was rehearsal or a show... I'm... I'm in awe. I see how your crown makes it look like it was made from the rays of the sun... My Lady, you are as beautiful as the first sunrise..."

Catherine got down on a knee and 'proposes'

"Will you be my 'Lady in Waiting'?"

She gives you a gold rose to place somewhere on your instrument or outfit

Aragon smiles smugly as she catches every glimpse of you wearing the gold rose with pride

Boleyn, Seymour, Cleves, Howard & Parr were surprised to see Catherine finally boasting about something that wasn't about her bitter resentment towards Henry.

[gulnarsultan]

can you do yandere Parents king henry viii and all this wife (Separately)

For King Henry, it doesn't matter which wife you were born from. He loves you and pampers you. He is not afraid to let you know that he loves you and show that you are his favourite. He gives you a lot of gifts. He is overprotective of you. It doesn't let you get too far from the palace. It does not allow you to engage in dangerous hobbies. He spends all his free time with you as much as he can. You will be heir to the throne. No one can insult or harm you. He is very willing to fight anyone for you. He worries a lot when you are sick and injured. It will ensure that the best teachers about the lessons come to the Palace. No spouse can treat you badly. He is ready to give up every wife for you.

Catherine of Aragon She is a protective and good mother for you. She adores you to the end. She is very afraid that something will happen to you. She is very careful about your health. It will ensure you get the best education. She is protective of you. She takes care of you himself. She loves spending time together. She wants you to be happy and healthy. You are the only thing that matters to him. She does not neglect to pamper you.

Anna Boleyn She is a possessive and jealous mother. She does not agree to share you with others. It will pamper you to the end. She will do anything to ensure that you ascend the throne. It takes precautions for your safety. She likes to adorn you with expensive and luxurious clothes and jewelry.

Jane Seymor She is a soft and loving mother. She spends all his time with you as much as he can. She's worried about you. She panics when you leave her. You are always a baby in his eyes. She is trying to make you happy.

Since Anne Cleves, Catherine Howard, and Catherine Parr were unable to have children, I will write them as stepmothers. If you would like me to write to a biologic yandere about being a mother, feel free to let me know.

These three women love you very much. They don't hesitate to give you love and attention. They spoil you to the fullest. They take the role of your mother very seriously. They want you to call them mom and see them as your mom. They are trying to win your love by giving you different gifts. They are protective of you. They only take care of you. They do not allow others to approach you.

[that-random-outsider]

Things I wish I saw more of in the SIX fandom

imma be honest most of these are about Kat

Okay so first and foremost Katherine's unhinged side, like I get it I know we all love our kitten but like hear me out she can be such a b**** when she wants to. And I say that with complete adoration because that's absolutely my favorite part of her character. Like her introduction is literally just her roasting every other queen and it's incredible! Not to mention her Sarcasm is absolute peak "Now all I want to do is thank all of the POWERFUL MEN who got me to where I am today!!!" Like she's just so iconic and it low-key makes me sad when I read a fanfic and she's like not funny at all? Like I get it she's had it rough but please don't always takeaway her ability to look back on it and not exactly "laugh" per se but at least slowly let it affect her less.

Okay two, Kat in college. "But Jae there are already tons of college aus" I hear you cry. However I said KAT in college not SIX in college. Allow me to explain. Howard is undoubtedly the youngest queen having died at 18, leading me to imagine her between the ages 18-21 coincidentally the perfect age of a college student. Meanwhile however, the other queens seem to be a bit older by a few years so having Kat go to college not only gives you an excuse to highlight the history nerd part of her personality, but also if you're an angst fan like me you get a chance to explore how she carries herself without the other queens.

Uhm for number three honestly just more aramour content like they are officially my OTP of this fandom and simply make me happy so... yeah, just aramour, especially in the aus where the kids come back like it'd be interesting for any of the kids to realize like "OMG MY MOM IS A HOMOSEXUAL" like bringing kids from the 16th century to the 21st century is just always going to be silly no matter which way you spin it so yeah.

For number four hopefully like the queens getting out the house more often lol. I'd love to find more SIX chaos fics, half the time they only go to the stage and go home like that's so boring put them in a trampoline park or something. Or on a similar note like them just getting away from each other like they live together, work together, eat together, sleep together, at some point they must get a bit agitated right? Like I've only been home for summer 2 weeks and these people are already starting to drive me insane lol.

Uhm that's mostly it I might like use some of these in a fanfic but more likely then not I won't be able to focus enough to make the long format ideas I want to make out of this so yk.. oh and if you have any short promts to like piggy back over whatever this is feel please tag me so I can read it or send me an ask so I can write it myself.

[pikapals16]

I made a six x hazbin hotel thing :)

ignore the terrible pun-

also here's some other doodles i made in class

[jely-bely]

Ex Wives

Divorced💛

Beheaded💚

Died💀

Divorced❤

Beheaded💗

Survived💎

[littleorangecactus]

Disgust...or is it intrigue?

TRIGGER WARNING, BLOOD AND SOME ACCIDENTAL HARM AND SELF HOMOPHOBIA FOR A BRIEF PERIOD!!!!

Catherine knew one thing in this new world and that would be that she still could not, for any reason, stand that good for nothing Boleyn girl. Deep down Catherine knew she shouldn’t be mad at her, but the truth was buried by so much hatred that she could do nothing to see it. Catherine had the perfect life. She was married to the king, had a beautiful daughter, and was well respected for her knowledge and love of the church. Her life couldn’t get better if it possibly tried, and so of course, it got worse. All the way from France comes this dark haired, doe eyed, baby faced young woman. She was to be a royal guest and treated with the utmost care. Anne Boleyn was a young, quick witted, spunky woman who dreamed of nothing but knowledge and power. She wanted to be respected and in charge and she knew the way to get it was to go to the top. So with much trial and error, Anne got what she wanted, no matter what Catherine did to try and stop her, and while one gained everything the other lost it all. 

Centuries pass, the queens come back to life in modern day England, and now Catherine must deal with her worst nightmare all over again. To say Catherine hated Anne was an understatement. She hated everything about her, just the existence of Anne Boleyn made her upset. That sassy, loud mouthed, ball of wild untamed energy was on her shit list. How dare she walk around like she wasn’t the reason that Catherine and Henry split?! How dare she act unaffected with what she had done?! Catherine could not stand to be in the same room with her, let alone stand next to her to preform. No matter how hard she tried to get along with the other queens, successfully bonding with most of them, she would avoid Anne at all costs. She would look at the second queen and feel anger boil in her gut. A sickly feeling, that’s what it was. 

She hated Anne for being able to take Henry. For being able to take her entire life and completely destroy it with no thought or regard for anyone else’s feelings. Anne was many things to many people: annoying, rude, abrasive, wickedly smart, charming, beautiful, the list goes on. Wait, beautiful? There was no way in the entirety of the great universe that Catherine would have actually thought that Anne was beautiful.  Because if she admitted any of these statements it would mean that in some way, deep down in her heart, she cared for that petulant girl and that just wouldn't do at all! Why would she say that Anne was beautiful? She had great bone structure sure, and her witty remarks were actually pretty funny but no way would Catherine openly admit this about Anne!

Quickly getting up from her chair in the living room, Catherine hurries to her room and slams the door. Leaning up against it, she takes deep breaths trying to calm her heart. Saying those words, accepting what they truly meant, was something Catherine couldn’t do. She had always loved Henry, in her mind they were the stars and the moon, never had there been someone so perfect for each other. Her heart was set on him from the moment she was placed near him. Her heart beat would speed up, a flush would cover her cheeks, her mind filled with things she wished to tell him. Now though, she was getting that tingly feeling again, and deep down she knew who it was about. 

Slamming her hand on the wall, Catherine pushed away from the door and started to pace. She can’t understand the way she thinks about that dark haired brat, there isn’t a single excuse that makes up for these feelings about her! Catherine pressed her forehead against the floor length mirror on the wall, tears coming to her eyes. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, deep down she knew what these feelings were, why she had them. She knew the reason Anne came to the castle, why she picked Henry, it was a smart move she must admit. That was the worst part for Catherine, she understood what Anne was going through. It made her hatred for her lessen even more! She couldn’t hate a woman who didn’t want to be in a relationship but was forced too anyway! 

The more she thought about Anne and what occurred during their time together, the more angry she got. Pacing around the room while trying to conceal her deeper feelings, Catherine was getting more and more upset. God was her most devoted love, her savior above all, and yet he was allowing his child to suffer? Hadn’t she done that enough with all that she had lost? This was all too much. Looking back at her reflection, she was truly disgusted. Seeing red, she threw her fist forward. She didn’t even realize she was doing it until she hit it hard enough to crack. Catherine jumped back startled. She had hit her fist so hard on the glass that it had shattered, shards and chunks falling around her feet. Shocked, she backed away only to stumble and become all dizzy. Red was spotting her vision and her floor as well. Looking down at her hand, she could see the blood starting to spill from a large gash on the side of her wrist. Inadvertently, Catherine had nicked a vein with a shard of glass. Blood was pouring from the wound. Finally allowing herself a release of emotions, she let out a scream and slowly stumbled to her knees. The shattering noise and her scream was enough to get the attention of the other queens who came running to her side.

Jane came in first, being the room closest to her, and gasped at the sight. She ran over to Catherine and used her shirt to put pressure on her hand. Anna and Kat were next, with Anna stopping in her tracks in the door blocking Kat from getting in. She told Kat to phone 911 and to go to her room in such a voice that Kat didn’t argue. Anna then went to the side of Catherine and started checking the rest of her arm for cuts and trying to get her to hold still. Finally, Anne came down from upstairs and almost threw up at the sight. She looked at the woman who hated her most in the world kneeling on the ground surrounded by her own blood with glass all around her. “I don’t want her..” Catherine croaked out. The hurt in Anne’s eyes wasn’t hidden. The other two queens looked at her with a sympathetic look and she quickly ran from the room in tears. They look down at Catherine who had curled in on herself, trying to absorb the pain. She was fading in and out of consciousness, still trying to speak. “To see.” She finally finished. She hadn’t wanted Anne to see her like this, she was embarrassed enough with Jane and Anna having to help her. “Sweetie, we are gonna take you to the hospital okay? You’re going to be fine, we just need to get you patched up okay?” Jane tries to keep her voice calm as possible. Catherine just nodded, trying to make here eyes stay focused. Slowly, as she hears the sirens, Catherine’s eyes close as she loses consciousness. 

At the hospital, Catherine slowly wakes up and realized what happened. She feels so stupid for not paying attention to her own body movements. Her sole job in this world was to protect the others and here she was scaring them because she lost her cool. Looking around she sees the tear tracks on the faces of the other queens, who are all curled up in chairs around her bed. Catherine’s gut turns as she thinks of what she put them through and she realizes she needs to explain. Making a small movement to turn her body, the noise of the rustling of sheets awaking the others.

Jane is the first to react, getting up from her spot to quickly go to Catherine’s side. “Hello my little sunshine, it’s good to see you awake.” She says as she gently takes Catherine’s good hand in her own. “Wh-when can I go home?” She wheezes out, her throat having gone dry from being asleep for so long. “I’m not quite sure love, but I can go ask the doctor if you’d like?” Jane’s soft smile gives Catherine a small reprieve from the guilt she’s feeling as she nods her head gently. Jane goes to the other side of her bed and grabs a cup of water and brings it to Catherine. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go talk to the nurses and doctor real quick and we will get it all settled.” She hands the cup to Catherine and places a gentle kiss on her forehead before heading out the door.

Cathy is the next one to speak, taking Jane’s place beside her godmother. “What happened Catherine? I walked in the house and no one was home, I got to see if you’re in your room, and the floor is covered in glass and blood. I hadn’t checked my phone because it was on silent, and I missed the first calls from the other queens telling me to get to the hospital.” Cathy’s eyes fill with tears as she looks down on the woman she considers her mother. “Mi pequeña amor, I am so incredibly sorry I scared you. I was upset, thinking in my room. I hadn’t realized that I was hitting the mirror that hard until it shattered under my touch. I truly never meant for this to happen my love. I’m sorry for scaring you so badly.” Catherine looks up at her godchild and fellow queen, letting her true emotions come through. With tears forming in her eyes she gently takes Cathy’s hand and hold it to her lips, giving her a tiny, soft kiss. “I can see you’re tired. I will hopefully be discharged soon and will be back home before you know it. Please go back to the house and get some rest. I know it will be hard to do but if anything happens we will notify you immediately. Take Kitty too, she shouldn’t be here, poor thing is probably a nervous wreck.” Cathy tries to argue but can see there’s no point in trying with the look in her chosen mother’s eyes. She sighs and nods her head, kissing Catherine’s cheek as she goes over to the chair she’s been sitting in to grab her purse. “Come on Kitty. When we get home maybe we can bake some brownies for Aragon to enjoy when she gets back?” Cathy offers a hopeful smile towards the young girl and let’s out a quick sigh of relief when she nods her head.

Kitty walks over to the bed, leans over it as she softly pulls Catherine into a hug. “Please come back really soon?” She looks into the oldest queen’s eyes as Catherine nods her head while it’s leant against her chest. “I will, love. Go on and make sure Cathy gets some sleep after the kitchen rendezvous you two are going to get up too.” She gives a gentle smile as Kitty laughs and goes over to the door where Cathy is waiting. Grabbing her hand the pair head out to the main lobby, headed for home.

“And then there were three.” Anna jokes as she slowly stands up, letting her stiff joints stretch out. “I am going to go with them to make sure they don’t set anything on fire. I will be glad when you are back at home.” Anna smiles as she gently squeezes Catherine’s good hand and heads out the door to follow the others. Catherine watches her leave with a small smile on her face. Turning her head, she looks to the side to see the last queen still in the room. Anne has curled herself into a ball and is looking at the floor, her eyes red and puffy. “Anne-“ she starts out. “I-I should go, you don’t want me to stay here.” Anne starts to unfold her body which she is sure is melded to the chair. “Anne, stay. Please?” Catherine’s voice is so soft Anne almost didn’t hear it. Standing stock still, the dark haired girl looks up to meet the older woman’s eyes. “Come here, come sit beside me.” Anne looks at her hesitantly before complying and sitting on the corner of Catherine’s bed. “I owe you a lot of explaining.” She starts to say, quickly covering the young woman’s mouth as she tries to comment. “No it’s true I do. I cannot excuse my behavior or label it something it isn’t and I’m sorry. I have definitely not been treating you fairly and for that I’m sorry.” Catherine hopes she is portraying as much emotions in her words as her heart felt. “You have every reason not to like me, I wouldn’t if the roles were reversed.” Anne says softly with a shrug, playing with the corner of the blanket to avoid eye contact.

Catherine’s heart breaks as she looks at the younger queen. She had been so rude and spiteful towards her, and yet hearing how she truly felt made her feel nothing but guilt and sadness. “Anne, I don’t hate you-“ she stops when the brunette looks at her with a non believing stare. “No let me explain. For a while yes, I was very upset at you. I had the perfect life, everything I ever wanted. But I also know where you were coming from. You didn’t make this choice, your father did. You wanted to be free to explore not to be locked down. After my anger settled, I realized you were just a lost young girl trying to make it in a foreign place. I never even gave you a chance. I will never be able to apologize enough for not thinking from your perspective until it was too late.” Catherine reaches out and gently puts her hand over Anne’s, trying to show how true her words were.

“I understood why you didn’t like me, I never felt like I didn’t deserve it. I wanted so much to be my own person and instead I just followed orders as a good daughter was supposed too. Turns out I was just never any good at following them.” Anne let’s put a quiet laugh and Catherine smiles at her softly. “I also need to admit something to you. I have been harsher on you lately and it hasn’t been for anything you’ve done. I have been in my head for a while about some feelings and thoughts I’ve been having and I’ve taken it out on you. I realize that it was wrong but it’s too late to try and go back and just be brave about it all.” Catherine looks at her hand which it still on the younger queen’s lap, gently placed on the pale hand of her counterpart. “Anne. I need to tell you something. And I will understand if this makes you hate me, I wouldn’t object to it in the slightest. Against all moral high grounds and standings within my relationship with God, I have realized something. I can’t help but feel a pull towards you. And I keep trying, I want it to stop, please know I do! But I just can’t stop the feelings whenever I’m around you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you always know how to brighten anyone’s mood, your thirst for knowledge astounds me. You stand up for what you believe in and you are so protective of the ones you love. I can’t help but want to look at you whenever you are near me because it seems like there’s just a light that surrounds you that’s so bright and pure. And I’m sorry. I know this is wrong, okay?! I know. And I just can’t keep this to myself anymore because I can’t keep hiding these emotions! I mean for Pete’s sake, this is why I’m in this damned bed!” Catherine was practically hysterical at this point, ranting her feelings towards the younger woman. She needed to get this out and she needed it out now. She knew this would be disastrous but she couldn’t even find it in herself to care anymore, she had so much pent up inside her. Trying to slow her breathing she looked up at the other queen, trying to gauge her reaction. Anne was sitting there, wide eyed, staring right back at her with her mouth hanging slightly open. “You- you have feelings for me? This happened because of me?” Her voice was so quiet Catherine could barely hear her. She nodded her head, ashamed of herself for feeling this way and ashamed at how this had all come to be. Looking down at her hands, Catherine kept her head down. “I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was so confusing and enraging and I just needed to make it stop…” she tried to explain her behavior but the reality was, there really wasn’t an explanation for it. She hears Anne getting ready to move, knowing that she was going to leave and never speak to her again. Catherine’s eyes clenched up as the tears she had been trying to hold back came through. Suddenly, she feels a crooked finger under her chin, tilting her face to meet the other queen’s.

“I have been having the same problem with you. Your entire being is so calming and protective, you’re like a security blanket around our home. Your kindness and willingness to do anything for the others proves this with everything you do, even if we don’t say anything. I knew from the moment I met you that you were something special, I just couldn’t find it in myself to ever tell you. I wasn’t going too actually, I was just going to let you hate me because I felt like I deserved it. I feel butterflies every time you walk into the room, your aura makes me feel safer than I’ve ever been.” Anne looks deep into her eyes as she says this, taking her other hand and gently wiping away the tears from Catherine’s eyes. The older queen looks into her eyes and smiles at her, a true bright smile that takes Anne’s breath away. “I would very much like to kiss you right now if you would let me.” She says looking back and forth between Anne’s lips and her eyes. The younger queen smiles and nods her head, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. They both start to lean in, so close to touching they could feel each other’s breath on the own lips. Before they could connect however, they hear familiar footsteps coming quickly towards their room.

Leaning away from each other quickly, they try to pretend as if nothing had happened as the door opened and in walks Jane. “Good news! The doctor said as long as we keep it bandaged and clean you’re clear to go home! Now I have a change of clothes for you and I figured you’d want to leave as soon as possible!” Jane is practically bursting with joy as she goes to her chair and grabs the small bag she had Cathy bring with her when she came. “Thank you Jane, truly. I don’t know what would have happened if you and Anna didn’t act so quickly.” Catherine smiles at her and grabs the bag from Jane’s outstretched hand. “Let me change real quick and we can sign the papers and head home.” Getting off the bed, she takes the bag to the bathroom attached to her room and quickly changes into comfier clothes. “Alright, I’m ready to go. I must confess I am very drained and would love to go home to some tea and a good night’s sleep.” Catherine gathers her belongings while the others help her get ready to leave. Heading to the receptionist, they quickly get the papers signed and given back to the nurse, who smiles kindly at them as they head towards the exit. Walking the short walk to the car, Jane leads the way with Anne and Catherine walking slower behind her.

Catherine slowly extends her hand, hoping the other queen will take it. She gives her a big grin when Anne takes her hand and the walk silently towards the car. This, this feels good. This feels right. If loving Anne felt like this all the time, then how could it possibly be that bad? Once settled in the car and on the way home, Catherine feels like she can finally breathe. A deep, full chested, wonderfully free breath. Turning her head to look at her emerald lover, she smiles, a true smile, and leans her head on her shoulder. Anne places a gentle peck on the crown of her head and she knows this is what it felt like to be home.

@blizabeth-elount i told you I had a fanfic for you, oh about a year ago, maybe two at this point. Well, i finally got back to it and i am finished. Here is Aargon/Boleyn in a angsty love story.

[alilyamongroses]

YOU TURN ME INTO NOTHING, WOE UPON YOU

The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Ana Torrent in The Other Boleyn Girl / Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel / memorial for Catherine of Aragon’s children at Hampton Court / Henry VIII, William Shakespeare / Love Slowly Kills, borda / Catherine of Aragon: Infanta of Spain, Queen of England, Theresa Earenfight / Houses of Power, Simon Thursley / Portraith with a serpent, X-Ray , unknown painter / Henry VIlI and Anne Boleyn's initials, King's College Chapel, Cambridge / Catherine of Aragon: Infanta of Spain, Queen of England, Theresa Earenfight / 29 January 1536 – Anne Boleyn “Miscarried of her Saviour”, Claire Ridgeway / Natalie Dormer in The Tudors / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Postcard, Amazon Quarterly / Roman Marble Relief of the Three Graces, circa 2nd Century A.D. / Catherine of Aragon: Infanta of Spain, Queen of England, Theresa Earenfight / Poster for Mother!, James Jean / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Unfinished portrait of Jane Seymour, after Hans Holbein the younger / This Is Not The Portrait Of Jane Seymour, Edoardo de Falchi / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Emma D’Arcy, House of the Dragon / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Henry VIII’s vault, A.Y. Nutt / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / Saiorse Ronan in Mary, Queen of Scots / 1782 depiction of Katherine Parr’s lead coffin, unknown / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel / a piece of hair cut from the head of Katherine Parr, collection of Sudeley Castle / a piece of Katherine Parr’s burial gown, collection of Sudeley Castle / The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel

[sixaus-meaa]

Six The Musical as Tweets pt47

[krispycreamcake]

Can you do a Diabolik Lovers/ Six: The Musical AU (X Reader) Headcanons? So all the songs are being sun by different readers with different Henry’s (The Sakamaki brothers of course) instead of one Henry. I don't know if you've heard of Six the musical or heard any songs from them.

Six (stylised in all caps) is a British musical comedy in the style of a pop concert. Its music, book, and lyrics were written by Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss.[1] It is a modern retelling of the lives of the six wives of Henry VIII, presented in the form of a singing competition. In the show, the wives (Catherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Anna of Cleves, Katherine Howard, and Catherine Parr) take turns telling their story to determine who suffered the most from their shared husband, but ultimately seek to reclaim their individual identities and rewrite their stories.

-Wikipedia

From author: I am literally so sorry, I did NOT see this at all! I'll be working on it as soon as I can, please be patient with me. Once again, super sorry!

[mackeydoodledoo]

POV: Catherine of Aragon catches you Singing

You were in the "Ladies in Waiting" band (Reader can pick any instrument they choose)

Not once did any of you sing. You always claimed you weren't a singer.

You actually were a singer. You were too modest to admit it to anyone.

But, the thought of wanting to at least sing just to sing had crossed your mind many times.

So one day during a time-gap between the shows, you took to the stage and began singing No Way: Aragon's solo

Aragon coincidentally walks into the wing of the stage and just so happens to catch you reaching that high C

"Oh! Muy bien! I never sought you out as a singer! And that articulation leading up to that note... Fantastique!"

"Because... I'm not?..."

She didn't believe you. At all.

You couldn't argue with her: because she was a queen for starters, but she also caught you red-handed being a singer

But for her to tell you that you were an exquisite singer, made you feel giddy.

[gulnarsultan]

How about king henry viii wife feel about Targaryen s/o?

All of them (I keep all of them in mind since you didn't mention which wife you're betting on) make your reader very jealous. They admit that they cannot match the beauty of the reader. They think she's a witch. They harbor anger, anger, grudge and other bad feelings towards the reader. They are trying to get rid of the reader. His two wives are executed for disrespect and attempts to hurt the reader. They make bad rumors about the reader. They watch the reader with their evil eyes.