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seven-homosexual-dinosaurs · 4 years ago

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Reunions

Alright, so I couldn’t recover the first copy, so this is my attempt to recreate the original. Once again, constructive criticism is highly appreciated, tell me how I did!

Summary: After three agonizing months, the kids manage to track their parents down.

Mary: 15 y/o

Lizzie:7 y/o

Eddie:1 and a half y/o

Mae:6 m/o

Mary hesitated at the door. In hindsight, planning for this occasion probably would’ve been a good idea. Oh well. Not much she could do at this point.

A part of the teenager was eager for what was to come; after all, it’s not everyday you reunite with your mother, who by the way, you haven’t seen in around thirty? Five hundred? Fifteen? Whatever, point is, she hadn’t seen her in a while. Just the idea of being in her mother’s safe embrace once again was enough to bring her a sense of happiness and contentment.

But then again, what if the queens and her mother were upset at the atrocities she’d committed in her first life? Mary sure as hell was no saint, and she’d be the first person to tell you this. But perhaps the joy of being reunited with their children would outweigh whatever resentment the queens held towards her. She sure hoped so.

She shifted Ed in her arms, rather accustomed to the familiar warmth he emitted. Upon reincarnation, the kids had found that both Mary and Ed had higher body temperatures, most likely due to the fact that both of them had died of illness in their first lives. None of the children seemed to have any issue with this, on the contrary, they often flocked to Mary during cold nights, something Mary found both endearing and incredibly annoying when she’d go use the bathroom in the middle of the night only to find herself met with two whiny children, furious their blanket had the audacity to leave them cold at night, if only for a couple minutes at most.

She absently wondered if her mother would be the same, as they both died of illness.

A tug on her dress jolted her from her train of thought, and she turned downwards to be met with Lizzie, a pained look on her face.

“Mary, how much longer? Mae’s heavy and I’m tired,”

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, Liz was panting slightly, her face tinted a bright red. Mary felt a jolt of guilt at this realization, offering Liz a sheepish smile and a pat on her head. Seeing as two of the siblings weren’t able to walk yet, they’d had to settle for carrying their younger siblings. At first, Mary had been rather reluctant to let a seven year old carry a baby, but with no other alternative options, Mary had settled for carefully handing Mae over, explaining how to carry her to ensure she wouldn’t fall and making Liz promise not to drop her.

Inhaling shakily, Mary turned back towards the door. She raised her hand to knock before changing her mind and settling for the doorbell. Better chance of someone answering.

After a couple seconds where Mary began to worry no one would answer, a series of rapid footsteps and a hurried “Coming!” alerted her to someone coming. She waited awkwardly for a couple more seconds before the door swung open to reveal a tall woman, clad in a red hoodie with the words “QUEEN OF THE CASTLE” written out on the front in gold.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Mary spoke up.

“Um... is this the home of Catherine of Aragon?”

Christ, she was a queen, why on earth did she have to sound like an awkward teenager?!

The woman’s expression immediately became guarded. “Why do you ask?”

Really, Mary should’ve thought about how this must look. Four shifty children show up at your door asking for your housemate. Hmmm, yes, not suspicious at all.

Mary drew herself to her full height, hoping to appear more confident than she felt. “I am Mary Tudor of Aragon. Here with Elizabeth Tudor Boleyn, (Liz waved shyly from behind her) Edward Tudor Seymour, (Ed yawned and snuggled into the crook of her neck, fast asleep) and Mary Seymour Parr (Mae looked up at the sound of her name). We’re here looking for our mothers,”

A stunned silence followed her declaration. Mary awkwardly shifted her weight like the awkward teenager she now realized she was. Was she too forwards? No, that couldn’t be it, she was simply stating the facts. Perhaps sensing the tension, Liz spoke up:

“I want my mummy!”

Liz’s words seemed to jolt the woman from whatever trance Mary had put her in. She stood up straight, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Right. So. Um. Whatever I expected, that definitely wasn’t it. Uuuuuuh.... I don’t suppose you recognize me?”

Mary face scrunched up in concentration. Whilst this woman did strike her as incredibly familiar, she couldn’t quite place her. Giving a defeated sigh, she shook her head. The woman offered a sympathetic smile.

“That’s fine. I’m Anne of Cleves, Anna of Cleves Anna von Cleves, whatever’s easiest. Y’know, your mom’s fellow divorcee buddy,”

Mary nodded. Now that she thought about it, she should’ve guessed this was Cleves. Always wearing red, a chill, relaxed energy that could disappear the moment she thought you posed a threat to her family, plus that calm, mellow voice that Mary’d become so accustomed to in her first life. Really, Mary was surprised it took her this long to recognize her. Cleves continued:

“Alright so, you can just wait here in the entrance- don’t touch anything. Children or not, Jane will show no mercy to anyone who breaks that vase, yeah, they were gifts from the ladies. You guys wait right there, I’ll go get Lina,”

And with that, Cleves took off up the stairs, murmuring something that Mary didn’t quite catch, although she did make out a “Holy fucking shitballs holy fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck,” Before a loud “LINA HOLY SHHHHhhoooooot,”. That last statement was accompanied by an apologetic look sent in the kid’s direction and a questioning look on Liz’s face. Yep, definitely Cleves.

Mary hesitantly entered the home, waiting for Liz to walk in with Mae before closing the door behind her. Looking around the entrance, she saw the vase that Cleves was referring to. It was a light blue flower vase, decorated with various musical instruments. Looking around some more, Mary’s eyes landed on a coat rack, six variously colored coats on the hooks. Mary immediately decided she liked the yellow-gold coat most.

As her eyes travelled around the room, a collection of pictures hung up on the wall caught her attention. A woman with dark hair held up in two buns flipping the camera off with one hand, the other slung around a laughing girl with bright pink hair held up in a high ponytail. A blond haired woman giving an exasperated smile to the camera as three women played some sort of board game in the background. The woman with the buns was yelling at Cleves, who by the looks of it was having the time of her life as the pink haired girl facepalmed from her position between them.

Before she could investigate any more, a set of voices caught her attention. The first one, she recognized as Cleves. The second, she-

Holy shit.

She’d know that voice anywhere.

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckFUCK.

She was not ready.

But still, time waits for no one, and Mary could only wait for the inevitable.

The two came into view, Cleves holding her hands over Aragon’s eyes while Aragon’s lips turned up into an amused smile and holy shit she missed that smile.

“Anna, I swear to god if this is another prank-”

“Relax, I get the feeling you’re really gonna like this,”

“Somehow I don’t trust that,”

Cleves shot Mary an ear splitting grin as Mary swallowed the lump in her throat. Now or never.

Grinning, Cleves ripped her hands away from Aragon’s eyes. “SURPRISE!”

Time seemed to freeze as the Spaniards made eye contact. Mary became acutely aware of how quiet the room had become and for the first time, Mary felt she could properly use the expression “You could hear a pin drop,”. Forcing the unease she felt down, Mary forced herself to speak up.

“Mum-”

All attempts of speaking were silenced as Mary was suddenly wrapped in a bone crushing hug. Tears sprang to her eyes as holy fuck she was in her mum’s arms again and she’d forgotten how safe and strong her arms were and all she could smell was mum and she just felt so safe.

“Mami” Mary choked out, wrapping her free arm around her mother, tears running down her face like water dripping down a window during a storm.

“Mija” Aragon answered, digging her face into Mary’s hair, both women clutching each other as if the other might disappear if they let go, and with everything that had happened in the past few months, Mary wasn’t quite sure that wouldn’t happen. However, this moment, as all good things do, came to an end. Ed it appeared, didn’t quite like waking up squished in the middle of a hug, and promptly burst into tears.

Aragon blinked, seemingly surprised by the sudden outburst. She then looked behind Mary, and it just then seemed to dawn on her what was happening.

“Is that-”

“Yep!” Liz shouted, popping the “p”. Pointing an accusatory finger at Mary, she continued.

“You got to see your momma, I want mine!”

Aragon detached herself from Mary to her disappointment and crouched down to look Liz in the eyes.

“Well little one, I think that’s an excellent idea,” turning to Cleves, she began,

“Can you-”

“Already on it,”

And with that, Cleves took off up the stairs once more.

Aragon turned back to Liz, observing the way she shifted and struggled under Mae’s weight. “She seems a bit heavy for you love. Would you like me to carry her?”

Liz turned to Mary for confirmation, and upon receiving an affirmative nod, turned back to Aragon and nodded. Aragon carefully took a curious Mae from Liz, who sighed in relief at the absent of the sixteen pounds she’d been carrying earlier. Mae simply stared at Aragon before looking down and trying to fit her fist in her mouth.

An unfamiliar voice attracted all of their attention. The pink haired girl from the pictures was descending the stairs, her attention on the hoodie clad woman behind her.

“What do you mean they’re back? How do you-”

Her mouth opened in an “oh” at the scene before her. She stared at the children for a couple seconds before turning back to Cleves. “I take it you want me to call everyone at once?”

“Please Kitty Kat?”

Kitty Kat? Mary turned to her mother for an explanation, only to be met with a mouthed “I’ll explain later”

Kitty Kat turned back to the kids, clasping her hands together.

“Alright! So could you cover the little one’s ears please? This could get a bit messy,”

Mary complied, covering a still sniffling Ed’s ears. Aragon covered Liz’s ears, who in turn covered Mae’s. Inhaling deeply, Kitty Kat turned to the stairs.

“ANNIE GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE OR THE COFFEE’S FUCKING GONE!”

Mary briefly wondered how that single call was supposed to summon three women before she was met with three ear-splitting shrieks.

“KATHERINE HOWARD YOU BETTER STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE COFFEE!”

“LANGUAGE!”

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

Ah, so that was Howard.

Turning to a horrified Cleves and a slightly impressed Aragon, Howard smiled sweetly. “Done,”. She then turned to address Mary and Aragon. “Yeah, you might wanna keep their ears covered for a bit more. Mary nodded carefully, slightly worried of what was to come. Three pairs of footsteps thundered down the stairs as the last two women from the pictures flew down the stairs, accompanied by a third woman.

“Katherine Howard you will stay away from the coffee or so help me,”

A woman with curly black hair wearing a light blue hoodie.

“Kitty, let’s watch the language, k love?”

The blonde from the picture, this time clad in a light grey sweatshirt.

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

The woman with the buns from the picture, wearing a bright green crop top with the words “Not today Satan” written on it in cursive.

Kat smiled and jerked her head towards the entrance. All women froze at the sight of the children. The blonde’s hands lifted to her mouth as the woman in the blue hoodie’s hands clutched at her chest. The woman with the space buns fell to her knees in shock. Liz, who had been covering Mae’s ears with the concentration of someone trying to defuse a bomb, looked up at the women who has entered the scene. Her face lit up as her eyes landed on the woman with the space buns. “Mummy!”

Liz sprinted into Boleyn’s open arms as the two Boleyns clutched each other tightly.

“Lizzie? Oh my lord Lizzie please tell me it’s you. Lizzie tell me I’m not dreaming,”

Liz, who it appeared was trying to crush Boleyn in her hug, hummed contently. Howard gently led the two to the couch, where she sat them both down. Liz latched onto Boleyn’s neck, while Boleyn, for once in her life, seemed completely speechless. Howard, perhaps sensing her cousin wouldn’t be speaking anytime soon, took charge. Turning to Liz, she offered the girl a wide smile.

“Hi Lizzie! I’m your aunt Kitty!”

Liz returned Howard’s smile with her own toothy grin.

“Hi aunt Kitty! Look, I found my mummy! I lost her for a while, but I found her again!”

Howard laughed heartily. “You sure did!”

Across the room, Mae began fussing. Seemingly upset at the lack of attention she was receiving, she began whining and grabbing at the nearest person, who happened to be the woman in the blue hoodie. Aragon smiled at this. “Looks like the little one wants her mummy, don’t you baby?”

So that must be Parr.

Aragon placed Mae in Parr’s arms, who held her like she was made of glass and could shatter at any second. Mae immediately relaxed in her mother’s arms, snuggling into her hoodie. Parr cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Hi Mae, it’s mummy,”

Mae blinked up at her before giving a wide yawn. Parr laughed.

“You sleepy? Well love, I think after the day we’ve had today, we’re both gonna need a long nap,”

Mae yawned once more in response, prompting another laugh from the blue queen. As she shifted the babe into a more comfortable position.

A loud cry rang throughout the room, catching everyone’s attention. Mary awkwardly rocked a sobbing Ed, her attempts proving futile. Aragon stepped closer to her.

“I think it’s about time little Eddie got his turn, don’t you think?”

Mary nodded, turning towards the last woman, who she supposed must be Seymour. Seymour waited eagerly, a cross between anxiety and excitement. Mary placed Ed, who had since stopped crying and was staring at Seymour curiously, in her waiting arms. Seymour inhaled shakily before beginning.

“Hi baby, I’m your mummy,”

Ed stared at her blankly before reaching a grubby little hand out to grab at her face.

“Ma!”

Seymour gave a watery laugh.

“That right Eddie, I’m your mummy!” Her voice cracked nearing the end of her sentence as she let out a choked sob, clutching Ed tightly to her chest. Ed seemed rather unperturbed by this and settled for sticking fistfuls of Seymour’s hair in his mouth, who seemed just as unconcerned for the baby trying to eat her hair as Ed was for being stuck in his mother’s loving embrace. Smiling, Mary turned to look around the room.

Boleyn, who it appeared had regained her voice, was bouncing Liz on her lap as Howard told her stories of the shenanigans her mother had gotten into in her absence, Boleyn jumping in periodically to add a detail that Howard had forgotten. Parr was rocking a drowsy Mae to sleep, quietly singing a lullaby that Mary didn’t quite recognize. Cleves had joined Ed and Seymour and was entertaining Ed with funny faces and voices. Seymour seemed to have calmed down and was bouncing Ed, who seemed enthralled by Cleve’s voices and faces, on her knee. His shrieks of laughter echoed throughout the room.

Mary gave a contented sigh and pressed herself to her mother’s side, basking in her warmth. She was right, her mum was rather warm. Giving a final look around the room, she finally felt fully at peace. It had taken three months. Three agonizing months, but they’d made it. And suddenly nothing else mattered, because these children, these beaten, broken children, were whole again.

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soultastic · 5 years ago

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Familiar

So @chimkennumget wanted the family to be happy. So here’s some happiness in the middle of the angst.

Catherine Parr gazed up at the blooming pink and blue hues of the sky. Spots of graying clouds were passing by, but it didn't look like it would rain. Her hands stroked the grass underneath her fingers, sometimes pulling some of it out. She woke up before dawn today due to the images that were conjured in her dreams. After that, she didn't feel like sleeping again.

Everything felt so wildly different. There were these loud inventions that every so often honked. These small tiny boxes that people would look into, or talk into. Plenty of things changed yet were so familiar...but she just can't remember.

At least she could feel a sense of familiarity by looking up towards the sky.

boof

A soft, quiet bark brought Cathy out of her skygazing. Her gaze moved towards the house she shared with six other people. They were so painfully familiar, but at the same time...they weren't. The source of the bark was almost an entire black coated hound, with white patterns on the underside of his belly and the jaw.

This was Lupus, according to Anna of Cleves. This is her hound...or dog, as the others have called it.

Lupus paced towards Cathy with a small toy held in his mouth. The woman gulped as he neared, but didn't dare move. The moment he arrived, he sat down and clenched his jaw, which made the toy emit a squeaky sound.

The squeak startled Cathy. It was a brand new sound she was not accustomed to. However it did make her smile and almost giggle at the silliness of it. Sensing his owner's amusement, his tail began to wag.

Cathy smiled at the dog's happiness, and slowly raised her hand towards his fur. Wanting pets from his owner, Lupus moved closer to Cathy, closing the gap between his body and her hand. The sixth queen tentatively ran her fingers over his soft fur, which calmed her mind from the big changes of this new age.

Lupus laid down with his head resting on Cathy's lap, still somehow squeaking on his toy, but content to remain for good pets from his owner. Cathy also laid down on her back, seeing as it was more comfortable than hurting her neck.

Meanwhile inside the house, the residents began to wake up. Jane walked into the kitchen and began to boil water for tea. A few moments later, Aragon walked into the kitchen as well, and greeted the third queen with a peck on the cheek. Jane hummed, and lightly kissed Aragon on the lips in return.

Aragon smiled softly, before grabbing some eggs to cook for breakfast. The scent of the cooking probably carried throughout the house, because Anna and Kat entered the kitchen together.

"Mmm Catalina, what's for breakfast?" Anna asked.

Without turning around Aragon responded, "Eggs."

"Nice. Is there any bread around?"

"There's one in the cupboard somewhere."

Anna thanked Aragon and grabbed the package of bread from the cupboard and placed it on the table. Kat immediately grabbed two slices and spread hazelnut spread on it, before taking a bite. Anna took a plate and a few slices and toasted them on their toaster.

A tall broad-shouldered man then entered the kitchen with a yawn. "Good morning everyone."

A chorus of 'good mornings' were the reply from the queens, except for Kat who mumbled with her mouth full, "Good mornin' Percy."

Anna took a seat next to Kat and nudged her, "Swallow first Kit." Then she grinned.

A few moments passed before Jane, who began setting down a few cups down, turned to Percy, "How did you and Anne sleep?"

Percy shrugged weakly, "It was okay. It was certainly not the best, but it was okay."

A heavy silence filled the room, knowing what made Percy's and Anne's sleep suffer. They knew, because some nights, they slept with worry in their minds as well.

"Ah, I apologise, I brought down the mood haven't I?" Percy apologised.

Aragon immediately spoke up, "No no, you haven't. Admittedly, I worry too."

An agreement between all of them was echoed, and silence once again blanketed the kitchen.

Minutes later, rapid footsteps resonated throughout the house, followed by the sound of opening doors. The frantic footsteps continued down the staircase before Anne slid into view of the kitchen doorway.

"Have any of you seen Cathy?!"

Everyone's eyes widened at the second queen's sudden entrance, and more so at her question.

Percy stood up in a panic, "What do you mean? Isn't she in the guest room? She usually wakes up late."

"I did! And the bed was empty!" Anne's face was full of panic. She and Percy and sometimes Aragon and the Queens alternated between checking on Cathy in the morning. For her to find nothing on the bed, sent adrenaline rushing through her body and began to look everywhere for the small woman.

Kat stood up, and walked towards Anne, "Hey, Annie, we'll find her okay?"

"I fucking hope so Kit, she's going to get lost and...and… she's going to get hurt again. I can't deal with that again. We all can't go through that again." Anne rambled.

Percy placed an arm around Anne and pulled her close. Honestly, he was close to going in a full blown panic himself, but if they wanted to find Cathy they had to try and stay calm. That didn't mean he wasn't worried as hell though.

Anna looked around, noticing something was off, before she came to a realisation. "Wait!" She exclaimed.

Everyone paused and turned to Anna. The fourth queen placed the edges of her thumb and middle finger in the corners of her mouth and whistled.

After a slight pause, a familiar bark came from what seems like the backyard. They all looked at each other, then quickly went towards the back sliding doors. Not before making sure that the kitchen won't burn.

All of them exited the house with their eyes looking all over their backyard, before they spotted a blue-clothed figure laying on the grass with Lupus' tail wagging back and forth.

They collectively sighed in relief at the sight of Cathy simply laying on her back, contently petting Lupus.

The black husky somehow picked up the sighs, and raised his head. Lupus perked up at the sight of the rest of the family and his tail wagging increased in speed. Noticing the dog's increased happiness, Cathy sat up, and looked back towards the house. She saw six people standing by the sliding doors, then she gulped.

Oh no, was she in trouble? Did she do something wrong? Her petting grew more anxious, as Anne and Percy walked towards her, with the rest of the queens behind them.

Cathy gulped as they stopped in front of her. From her perspective, they literally towered over her, which made her more nervous. Sensing Cathy's growing panic, Percy crouched down to sit on the grass, and Anne immediately followed suit.

Due to her panic's pressure, Cathy opened her mouth, "I-I'm sorry! I'm so sor-sorry for whatever I did wrong! I swear I'll try to fix whate-" she was cut off by Anne's sudden fierce hug, followed by Percy.

Cautiously, Cathy returned the hug. This made Percy and Anne tighten their hugs on the small woman. The hug continued for a few minutes before the latter two let go. The sixth queen immediately began to fiddle with her fingers.

"Hey Cathy, why're you out here?" Percy asked. The queens arrived at where they were, and sat down as well.

Cathy hesitantly answered, "I-uh… I woke up early, and I-I could not go back to sleep, so I de-decided to go and see the sunrise since I thought it would be-be relaxing. I apologise if I unnecessarily made yo-you panic."

"Don't worry, what matters is that you're safe." Anne interjected. For a moment, it looked like Anne wanted to lean forward to do something, but held back.

Jane and Aragon nodded in unison, "Yes, at least you're safe."

Silence fell over the family, before Kitty spoke up. "Hey, you know what would be a great idea? Why don't we have our breakfast out here! Like a picnic! It looks like the perfect weather for one too."

All of them (Cathy was a bit more hesitant in putting her opinion) contemplated Kat's suggestion, before collectively agreeing to it. Even Lupus agreed to it by happily barking twice.

"Brilliant! I'll go grab a picnic blanket and some utensils." Jane stood up.

Aragon followed Jane in standing up. "Very well, I'll get the food and plates."

Anna wiped down her joggers before standing up, "I'll help." She patted the side of her thigh, "Uh Cathy? Will you mind if Lupus tags along? He's super useful in carrying some things."

Cathy subtly shook her head, "Not at all."

"Come here boy!" Lupus responded with a bark and followed Anna, but now without giving Cathy a small lick on the cheek. Anne and Percy smiled at the sight.

Kat followed the three queens, "I'll help too!" She exclaimed with the intention to sneak Lupus treats as she helped.

Cathy, Anne, and Percy watched them all enter the house. A sense of relief and gratitude washed over the latter two, while Cathy felt a small sense of familiarity at the domesticity.

Anne leaned her head closer to Percy's, and whispered as to not let Cathy hear, "Do you think it'll be alright? The three of us? And Cathy?"

Percy took his time to respond. The two of them watched Cathy gaze up at the morning sky and bask in the good weather. They saw her sigh in satisfaction.

Percy let out a smile, as did Anne. "I think it will all be alright," he murmured.

Cathy was unaware of the small conversation behind her. She looked up at the sky with a hint of a smile. She may not remember a lot of things, but she feels...content in a way.

The sky may always be familiar, yet the sense of familiarity from the people she lived with was stronger.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfic #parrlynpercy #polyannemory #angsty fluff #i guess

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seasonal-obsession · 5 years ago

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Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten

Summary: it takes reaching adulthood twice for Jane Seymour to find out she is dyslexic

Can be read on AO3 or down below

She came from a noble family, albeit not a prominent one, but yes, she could've had a formal education even back then. Except Jane never enjoyed her reading and writing lessons, she'd much rather work on her embroidery, and such womanly duties were preferred at the time. A lot has changed since then, and yet Jane, here in the 21st century, still doesn't like reading more than she used too.

Sighing, she drops the book on the kitchen table. She places her hand to the centre of the page. Maybe if her finger follows the lines she'll be able to focus enough to finish this paragraph. Catherine's old writing is full of the complex flourish that was so popular at the time, and the words keep tangling in Jane's head.

“Not quite to your taste?”

As if summoned, Catherine Parr appears at the dining room's door. Jane startles by the sound of her voice and blinks up at her; it's odd to see anyone home so early in the afternoon.

“—Sorry, what?”

Catherine drops her backpack in the chair in front of Jane's and proceeds to take off her coat. Smiling, she answers, “the book. Pretty outdated, I imagine”

Oh, she must have been glaring at The Lamentation of a Sinner a bit too hard then.

“Anna and Catalina seemed to like it anyway” Jane reassuring smile suddenly turns sheepish, “I... haven't gotten far enough to say”

“Do you mind if I join you?” when Jane shakes her head Cathy sits down and pulls out a book from her backpack. After that, they both remain quiet.

Jane finds herself taken aback by the comfortable silence between them. It's a pleasant surprise; after all, they aren't that close. They don't normally spend time together, apart from the shows and the rehearsals (well, at least not alone, sometimes they do hang out with Catalina together). Maybe that's why Jane, despite her unliterary tendencies, decided to read the other queen's book in the first place, to get to know her better. Writing had been an important part of who Catherine was in her past life, which she reminded everyone when she sang on the stage.

…Jane might be the last to take this into account; apparently, the rest of the queens had already read it.

Minutes go by, the silence only broken by the sound of Cathy turning pages. Jane begins to feel a little self-conscious, Catherine is such an avid reader and she still hasn't finished the page she was reading when the other queen arrived. Out of some self-imposed pressure, she tries to read faster. But the more she hurries, the blurrier the words get; letters fussing together beyond recognition, and she has to give up and start that sentence again, and again. A headache is beginning to form behind her eyes. Suddenly, she closes the book and stands up from her seat.

“I'm going to the kitchen to make some tea, do you want anything?”

“I'll have some coffee” Cathy replies, glancing up from her book, “if we still have any”

“It was Anne's turn to do the groceries this week, wasn't it?” Jane says with an amused smile as she puts the kettle on, “where do you guys keep this stuff?”

“Top left cabinet”

“Hmm... I can't see any”

“Let me see", Catherine walks up to the cupboard, "—oh. It’s this other one”, she notes before opening the left cabinet’s door.

Stupid.

“I sort— eh, sorry I… must've not been paying attention”, Jane mumbles, subtly averting her eyes.

“Don't feel like you have to apologize. It's fairly common for people with dyslexia to confuse left and right”, Jane is giving Cathy a perplexed look, so she continues, “Oh, I thought you knew? It happens to you sometimes, like when they teach us new dances or when you're driving and we give you directions”

“But that's just… me, messing up”, Jane replies confused, “because I'm not paying enough attention”

“No, no it's fine” Jane dismisses it quickly, trying to seem nonchalant as she shakes her off. She didn't know all her little slips were that obvious, shit. “I guess I just need to make an effort haha...”

“Jane you're the most dedicated person I ever met, if you're not making an effort then no one is” Catherine states firmly

Jane looks at Cathy's serious expression and gives herself a moment to consider, to really think about it. What if all of it, reading, writing, memorizing; what if it wasn't as difficult for everyone else as it was for her? She thinks of her teachers, of all the times she heard “you are smart Jane, but you need to apply yourself more” or when she would get scolded, how they said that she needed to stop being ditsy or lazy to pass their class; and she always thought they were right, thought “I'm not trying hard enough”. Dyslexia …it makes sense. That's why she makes spelling mistakes no matter how thoughtful she is, why reading takes so long, and sometimes the letters seem to blur. Did she even need her reading glasses? Everything the same and somehow it feels like her whole world shifted, just a little, and at last the picture's properly framed.

The noise of the boiling kettle breaks her out of her thoughts. She finally answers, voice barely above a breath, “…is it not meant to be that hard?”

Catherine shakes her head; she's staring at her with sympathetic eyes. Oh, she must look like a mess and over such a little thing.

“Were you never diagnosed?”

“No, I mean, I always… struggled with it but I thought it was normal, you know? So I never said anything”, Jane rambles, trying to explain. And even though she thinks she's not making any sense, she doesn't feel foolish at all because Cathy's there, leaning against the kitchen counter, listening attentively and nodding along like she knows exactly what Jane means, “how did you notice?”

“Your handwriting was a bit of a giveaway.” Jane slaps Cathy's shoulder lightly and they both giggle.

They make themselves their drinks and move back to the kitchen table. Sipping her coffee, Catherine stretches her arm across the table; she absentmindedly traces one of the edges of the book's cover with her fingertips. It’s an old edition, not from way back when she wrote it, but close. She wonders if they kept all her words intact or if she would even be able to tell if they changed them, after all this time.

“I think I want to read this.”

Jane puts down her teacup and moves to hand her the book, “Oh sure, here let me—”

“Do you mind if I start back from the beginning? I know you said you were only a few pages in, but I’d like to reread the entire thing”

"I don't…? —Cathy, you don't have to", Jane stutters a bit ashamed.

"I want to."

And Jane can't help but believe Cathy's being sincere, because her voice is warm and she's looking at her with kind eyes. Trying not to feel overwhelmed, she answers with a small tentative smile, "I guess it will be just like listening to an audiobook?"

Cathy returns her smile fully, "and with the author's exclusive comments too."

Then she turns to the page and starts reading aloud.

#jane seymour #catherine parr #six fanfic #six the musical #six the musical fanfic

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trassellynn · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could you please write about the birth of Nina and Matthias' baby?

Hi Anom, here I am! Thank you for the prompt, hope you’ll like it! 💕 In the story, there are two OCs: Helèna “Lena” Parr is my OC, while Julian Volkov belongs to mandrake-arya. They’re both doctors and they saved Matthias’ life at the end of Crooked Kingdom. BLESSED Nina barely noticed the path to Parr & Volkov's medical lab. She had probably fainted several times, in Matthias' arms, flashes of consciousness and moments of darkness constantly interacted with each other. She never felt such a breathtaking pain and couldn't help but think that if only... if only she still had her Heartrender powers... "Hold on, love..." Matthias's voice was low, broken. He was probably dying inside thousands times, but he wouldn't have stopped until she was safe. She had no idea how he was able to run, holding her with the extra amount of pounds she gained during her pregnancy. They quickly entered the lab, their friends all around them. Nina tried to look for Inej, but a pang of pain, fiercer than the previous ones, made her scream and faint for a few moments. When she awoke, Matthias was laying her on a bed, his large hands trembling. Helèna and Julian immediately approached her, helping her to take the right position. They both wore their lab coats, gloves and surgical masks. "It's okay, Nina, we're here for you" the young doctor said. "We won't leave you alone, you'll have all the help you need." The Grisha opened her mouth to reply something, when she saw Matthias falling backwards, burying Wylan under his giant body. "Saints!" she yelled, while another pang made her body shiver. "Help..." Wylan pleaded, in a whisper. "I am stuck..." Jesper, Kaz and Doctor Volkov lifted Matthias' body up, allowing Kuwei to help Wylan slide away. Then, they put him down and the older man asked Kaz to keep the Fjerdan's legs raised, while he gently stanched his face with a wet handkerchief. "Saints..." Nina repeated, hissing. "I can't do it..." “You can” Lena reassured her. “Me and Julian are here for this.” Once he awoke, Matthias was escorted out of the room by their friends, giving Nina a guilty glace. She wanted to tell him he had no reasons to feel guilty, but the excruciating pain made her difficult to articulate such a long phrase. “Inej...” she finally pleaded. “Inej...” “I'm here!” The tiny girl sat next to her, caressing her hair. Nina took her hand, her eyes wet. “I'm here, Nina, I'm here.” Julian and Lena said something Nina didn't hear. All she was able to do was concentrating on Inej's dark, deep eyes. “Please... please stay...” she cried, almost voiceless. The captain of The Wraith kissed her knuckles: “I'll stay. I'll be with you all the time. Hold on, Nina. You can do it!” “I should have stayed with her...” Matthias was burying his face in his hands, blaming himself, hating himself, feeling an idiot and a coward. His little red bird was suffering into that room since hours and all he was able to do was sitting on a chair in the hall, complaining and trembling every once he tried to stand up. “How could I leave her?” Jesper patted his large shoulder: “Hey, man, don't blame yourself like this. You took her here, in your arms, with no help. You're going to be a father, it's normal to be overwhelmed by emotions. You're not weak or... anything you're thinking of yourself in this moment.” “Jes is right” Wylan echoed, smiling. “Yes, I mean, I would have preferred you not to be overwhelmed by your emotions on me but... Matt, I'm kidding.” “Do you think it will last longer?” Kaz asked. He pretended to be unimpressed and almost annoyed, but he was nervously ticking the tip of his cane on the floor. Kuwei took a look at the wall clock: “A woman's first childbirth usually lasts more. Tissues are more rigid, she is not fully aware of what she should expect... hope our Nina will make it as soon as possible.” Finally after an hour, Lena came out of the room, removing her mask and giving Matthias a bright smile. She was no more ashamed of the scars that covered the left side of her face, in front of them. “We did it,” she said. “It's a girl. You can come in.” Matthias immediately stood up, almost jumping. He felt like his legs were made of butter and he had no idea how he could manage to enter the room without fainting again. On the bed... oh, Djel... he had never, ever seen such a beautiful vision, nor a sweeter scene... Next to a cheerful Inej, Nina rested against a huge pillow and she never looked more stunning, with her forehead and face wet with sweat, her messy hair, her tired but happy expression and... and the marvelous, little creature in her arms. She looked at him, saying no words. And yet, he could read everything in her glance. He realized he was standing frozen in the middle of the room when Lena gently touched his arm. “Hey, love...” he whispered, approaching the bed and slowly sitting next to Nina. The girl giggled, showing him the baby, their baby, their Aenya, their lovely, plump daughter who was wrapped in a white blanket. “Hey,” she whispered back. “Come, love... take her...” Matthias swallowed hard and carefully took the little girl in his arms, almost holding his breath. The last baby he held was his little sister, several years ago, and, for a while, he feared he had forgotten how to do it. But he soon got lost in those big, blue eyes, and all his fears vanished. She weighted like... a feather. She was so small, and delicate... she could easily be held in his large hands. Time seemed to stop, while he looked at her, adoring, enchanted. He gently caressed her full cheeks with a finger, then, he made their noses touch. Aenya blinked, probably trying to focus him. The young man kissed her forehead and, when her tiny hands touched his bearded cheeks, he felt blessed. “Hi, Aenya...” he whispered. “Hi, love... you're marvelous... we... we’ve waited for you so long and... and you're beautiful, you're the most beautiful creature on earth...” His voice broke and his eyes went wet. Nina smiled, caressing his cheek: “Hey... hey, love... it's okay...” “I'm sorry” he murmured, crying and laughing at the same. “I... she is...” The young woman approached her face to his. They shared a sweet kiss, then, she rested her head against his shoulder and he sank his mouth into her hair. “I love you... I love you both, so much... I love you all...” “We love you too!” Jesper giggled. Matthias sat closer to Nina, so they could hold Aenya together, then, he blinked to dry his eyes. “I am serious, I love you all. Thank you for everything you did today... Lena, Julian... you guys, who helped me to keep control outside... an you, Inej... thank you for staying with Nina...” “I did it happily” the girl said, smiling. Nina shared an extremely affectionate glance with her, then, she kissed the little girl's forehead: “So, Aenya... are you ready to meet the rest of our family?” As an answer, Aenya moved her little hands and let a happy, shrill cry out.

#Prompts #Ask Box #Anon #SoC Prompts #Matthias Helvar #Nina Zenik #Helnik #Nina x Matthias #Inej Ghafa #Kaz Brekker #Jesper Fahey #Wylan Van Eck #Kuwei Yul-Bo #SoC Gen 2 #Helnik's baby #Helnik as parents

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sweetestrequiems · 5 years ago

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You Are Not Alone

Request by: @boombiotch! Thank you for the request! <3 Prompt: 45) "You may technically be an adult, but you’re still my child."

Character(s): Jane Seymour / Katherine Howard (Other Queens are mentioned, but are not the focus. They come in at the end of this.)

Summary: Katherine has not been having an easy time the last few nights. A lot of her memories of her past life tend to surface as night terrors and other bouts of depression. On one certain night, Katherine sneaks on outside of the house and heads to a park to sit alone. A worried Jane calls her after seeing her door’s been left open, and heads over to the park to comfort the young queen.

TW: Mentions of Nightmares/Night Terrors. Mentions of Howard’s beheading. Mentions of Seymour’s death, and the loss of her son. There’s like... a few instances of strong/mature language.

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! This was very fun from my brain to the keyboard of my laptop. I love the mother/daughter dynamic that the Queendom has created between Howard and Seymour, and I’m very happy I was finally given the opportunity to write it. The German in this was checked by my German friend, and he made sure it was accurate. I double-checked the one Spanish phrase myself, since I speak Spanish. Everything should be accurate in terms of other languages.

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Most nights, the Tudor house was extremely quiet, with the exception of the occasional grunt of frustration from Catherine Parr’s nightly habit of staying up and writing until she got angry that she couldn’t deal with it anymore, or Katherine Howard knocking at one of the doors of the queens due to a nightmare.

This was not one of those nights.

Katherine Howard had found herself sliding into the hoodie she stole from her cousin, before pocketing her phone and silently trying to step through the house. It was a good thing she was both small and quiet. Grabbing one of the sets of keys that probably belonged to Catherine of Aragon (due to the cross keychain.), the brunette opened up and closed the front door after having paced to it, making sure to not leave evidence that she had gone outside for a nightly stroll.

Yes, a nightly stroll at 2:30 am. That totally wasn’t weird to begin with.

Pocketing the keys, Katherine let out a heavy exhale. “I don’t get it. What have I been doing wrong? I’ve been journaling, going to therapy as recommended... I really don’t understand.” The youngest queen shook her head as she walked on down the sidewalk. It was a quiet night outside, not much bustle in the street. As weird as it was, she did enjoy the city sounds. The quiet was a little odd, but she wasn’t going to complain. There were very few nights where she needed quiet, and this was one of those said nights. “I guess this is better than waking up from seeing that scaffold...”

478 years since she last stood at the Tower of London’s grounds. 478 years since she shook from the horrid anxiety and waiting of the ax. 478 years since she had lived such a morbid pain. But every subsequent night after she had woken up in the new body was nothing but a nightmare about her beheading.

The scar on her neck, which was covered by the hoodie, started to burn a little.

Clutching onto her chest for a moment, the young queen paused her walk to look around. Very few people seemed to be up this late. Even better for her. It was a luxury to Howard that she had a small, local park so close to her. Taking a deep breath, she started up her walk again, just to find herself sitting down ten minutes later. A bit of a walk for fifteen minutes, but she was not going to complain when she could have just her own alone time. Although, alone time–– with her thoughts going back constantly to her childhood and untimely death in the mid 1500′s–– was not going to help her at all.

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Jane Seymour had gotten out of bed by the time Katherine was maybe ten minutes into her walk. Originally, she was going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and then return to bed. But the silence of the house was really bothering her, until she heard an angry Catherine Parr groan in utter frustration, “God damn it, Cathy!” towards herself. Raising her eyebrows, she figured that nothing was to be worried about. But a blink of the eye later, and a certain glimmer caught the woman’s eye.

“Kitty?”

The door to Howard’s room was ajar, which was out of character for the queen in pink. Instead of going to the kitchen, the blonde queen approached the door, and knocked on it, for the door to only open up into the room. The fairy lights were still on and everything, but the bed was empty, and the choker with a K was on the nightstand. This was probably the only time Jane Seymour had ever audibly cursed and heard herself in the silence.

“Fuck.” And that word coming from Jane was odd to begin with.

The third queen gently closed the door, and briskly paced to her room. She had to pick up her phone and call Howard. She needed answers.

“Please pick up, please pick up...” The muttering from Jane was heard on the other end as Katherine had taken the buzzing phone out of her pockets and brought it up to her ear after answering. “Jane?” The voice on the other end brought her comfort. “Kitty! Kitty, where are you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just left to take a walk. I’m in the park, just sitting on a ben––”

“Don’t move your little tail, Katherine Howard. I am on my way.”

“Jane, I’m––” The conversation was cut short. Katherine just stared at her lockscreen. A picture of her and Anne. “––okay.”

Did Jane Seymour care that she was in pajamas? Absolutely not. She just grabbed a coat from her closet and slid her shoes on. She was going to find Katherine Howard, and she was going to bring her back home. Exiting the room and grabbing her set of keys, the front door to the house opened and closed a little louder than she expected it to. The sudden noise got Catherine Parr’s attention, and forced the woman to get up from her desk.

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“Kitty? Kitty!” The blonde woman started to call out after having driven to the park, and parked nearby on the side of the street. “Kitty!” Worry was mixed into Jane’s calls for Katherine. She always walked with a purpose, but there was shaking with Jane’s steps tonight. That’s when out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bright green hoodie, and the bright pink hair to contrast it. There she was. Almost running over, and stumbling a bit when she was in front of the young queen, Seymour pulled Howard up into a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Melting into the embrace, Howard just tightly returned the hug. She was glad that she could call Jane “Mum”.

Wrapping an arm around the girl, Jane held her close as the two slowly began their paces to the car. “What’s going on, Kitty? Why are you out so late?” The feeling of Katherine’s shoulders tensing up made Jane pause right in her tracks. “Katherine? Love, it’s okay. You can talk to me.”

“It’s just––” Her voice cuts off. A sniffle. “I’m tired of it, mum. I’m tired of the nightmares! I’m tired of the pain. I’m tired of seeing my beheading every other night. I’m tired of feeling my neck burn like crazy sometimes, even when we do shows! It hurts, Jane. It hurts...” Katherine turned to face Jane and bury her face into the woman’s shoulder with a tight hug. There was some shaking. The poor girl was crying.

The queen in grey couldn’t really relate, but she knew how she could. “It’s okay, love. It's okay,” she held on to Katherine as tight as possible, her own blue eyes watering up just a little. “I know the nightmares hurt. I know... they’re difficult. I have them too. I wake up sick every morning from them. Like you, I see what happened to me. I get the constant reminder I could never hold Edward in my arms.” A slight crack. Although she was a steadfast queen that sung about having a heart of stone... she cracked sometimes. Sometimes, she couldn’t have the heart of stone she so graciously sung about.

“You’re not alone, Kitty. You won’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

A sniffle, and a nod.

“Do you want to know why?”

Another nod. Katherine Howard made herself look up, with tear-filled eyes and a quivering lip.

“Because even though you’re an adult, you’re always going to be my child. You’ll always be my daughter. I will keep you safe. I will do whatever I can to make sure––” a sniffle from Jane. Katherine finally got to see the reddening cheeks, nose, and eyes of the older queen. “––you’re happy. We’re family, Katherine. You are not alone.” With a hitched breath, Jane moved a few stray hairs out of Katherine’s face and gave her a soft and tender kiss to the center of her forehead.

Safe to say, Jane Seymour just tightly held on to Katherine Howard in a very protective embrace, with silent tears flowing from her eyes.

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3:25 am.

The remaining four queens in the house were all congregated in the living room. Anne Boleyn was hugging a pillow, evident that she was definitely still sleepy. Catherine Parr was wide awake, staring at the door with her hands interlocked in front of her face. Catherine of Aragon was quietly muttering a prayer, just hoping the two would come back. Anna of Cleves, like Parr, was staring at the door and waiting for the other two to come back.

“Do you think they’re okay?” A sleepy Boleyn yawns out.

“I hope so,” both Cleves and Parr had simultaneously spoken without even planning it. The two looked at each other, grinned, nodded, and then went back to looking at the door.

“Oye! Ya, por favor. Dejen de hablar, me tienen nerviosa con sus voces,” Aragon shot them a sharp look. She was tired. “You’re going to drive me insane with the talking. I would like to hear––”

The door opens. Howard and Seymour both freeze in their places when they see the other queens waiting for them.

“Hi...” “I’m surprised most of you are awake. I say most, because of Cathy.”

Parr furrowed her eyebrows, but then shrugged it off. “Hey, let a woman write in peace.”

“Wir haben uns schon Sorgen gemacht, meine Damen! You two just upped and disappeared,” the German queen stood up, and opened up her arms. Katherine was quick to go and accept the hug. “Where did you two go, anyways? It’s unlike either of you to disappear so... quickly and suddenly. Especially you, Jane. “

“Kitty left to go to the park. I went to follow her and make sure she was okay. She just needed reassurance, is all.”

“Meine liebe, is this true? Es ist fast 4 Uhr morgens,” Cleves furrowed her eyebrows, the concern in her facial expression. The young queen just nodded.

“Jane, are you okay? You look pretty rough,” Aragon nudged Boleyn to get up, and slide over a little so the third queen could sit down. Seymour just sighed, not really sure of what to say. “It’s been a long night. One long night and––” “You don’t have to tell us twice. Like damn, Cathy went into an uproar when she saw Kitty’s room empty, and even more of an uproar when your room was empty. She would’ve raised hell had Aragon not told her to calm down,” Boleyn just held on to the pillow, yawning a few moments after the last word of that sentence.

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4:00 am.

The other queens had managed to help Jane calm Katherine down enough to go back to bed. And in fact, they were all in bed at this point, except Katherine and Jane. A knock at Jane’s door made the woman stand up and open the door.

“Can I sleep in here?”

“Come on, dearie.”

There was a good ending to that night. As Jane began to fall asleep while holding on to Katherine, she could hear the young queen’s voice mutter something out. And considering Katherine was asleep, it almost made Jane cry from the amount of love she was feeling from the girl. “I love you, mum.” Leaving one last kiss on her forehead, Jane just smiled and let her eyes close. She responded with just a few words.

“I love you too, poppet.”

#Kano Drabbles #boombiotch #six the musical fanfic #six the musical #katherine howard #jane seymour

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darkdisrepair · 5 years ago

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Lions and Tigers

here's the au behind this: the five queens are fostering kitty, who's six years old.

plot: Parr is stressed for multiple reasons.

After nearly a month of living with the five queens, today was the first day that Katherine was left alone with Parr.

This thought scared Parr to death. She had very little experience with children. There was one point in time where she’d thought she was pregnant, but that scare never amounted to much of anything. If anything, it helped her realize that she did not want to spend the rest of her life with Thomas Seymour, and encouraged her to move to London and become a writer.

Really, having Katherine in the house was the most hands-on she’d ever gotten with a child before. And most of the time she didn’t even interact with the six-year-old- that was mostly Jane, and Cleves.

So she’d been dreading today for at least a week.

On top of that, Parr had a chapter due to her editor today, which she hadn’t finished.

“So, Kitty, what do you want to do?” she asked Katherine, once the four other queens had left the house for their respective chores and jobs. “We can go anywhere, or do anything you want.”

Secretly she prayed that Katherine would pick something requiring copious amounts of energy, just so that she’d tire out before the morning was over. Then, just maybe, Parr could sneak in some writing before the chapter needed to be submitted.

Kitty just shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what you want to do? Don’t you want to go to the park? You love going there with Anne.”

The girl just shrugged again.

“Give me something, here, Kit, I can’t just read your mind and know what you want,” Parr sighed, already getting sick of navigating a six year old’s mind. “We could olor, or go for a bike ride, or go to the zoo?”

Katherine’s eyes brightened a little at the mention of the zoo, which didn’t go unnoticed by the ever-observant Parr.

“The zoo?”

The little girl nodded.

“Alrighty, then. Why don’t you get your coat, and then we’ll head over?”

In just a few minutes, both girls were dressed- Parr in a long, dark grey coat, and Katherine in a pale pink peacoat, and were walking down the street toward the zoo.

Parr’s mind was going about a mile a minute. Was she supposed to hold hands with Katherine? Did Jane ever hold her hand when the two of them went on walks? What about the subway? Was it a bad idea to take Kitty onto the subway? What if Kitty had a panic attack?

The walk to the zoo was longer than Parr thought, and more crowded than she remembered. She could feel Kitty beginning to press into her legs, walking so close that she was scared she might trip over the little girl.

So, eventually she gave up and bent down. “Hop on my back, little one,” she said. Katherine blinked her owlish eyes at Parr, not understanding. “Hasn’t anyone ever given you piggy back ride before?”

After a little bit of convincing, the two were on their way again, with Katherine clinging tightly to Parr’s back, peering over the queen’s shoulder as they navigated through the London streets.

Eventually, they reached the zoo, and Katherine slid down from Parr’s back, clutching tightly to the hem of the woman’s coat as Parr purchased their tickets.

She was too tiny to reach the counter in order to get her hand stamped, so Parr held open her arms, and after a brief second, Katherine let the writer scoop her up without much complaint.

Once they were away from the crowds, Katherine seemed more comfortable, looking around with alert eyes at the enclosures nearby.

“What do you want to see first? They have penguins, but they might be a little chilly, so maybe that isn’t the best choice. What do you think, Kitty?” Parr asked, holding the map low, so that the little girl could see. “What about the tigers?”

Kitty nodded.

“Tigers? Alright, let’s go. They’re just over here.”

Parr set off down the path, checking every few seconds to make sure that Katherine was following. She’d tried to hold hands with the kid, but judging by the way that Kitty had flinched away, that probably wasn’t the best idea. Soon enough, Katherine was walking calmly by Parr’s side, close enough that she could hide behind her whenever a large family passed by but with enough distance between them that their hands never touched.

Katherine seemed fascinated by the tigers, content to stand beside the fence and watch as the animals milled about the pen for about thirty minutes. Parr grew bored before Katherine did, but she was just relieved that they’d found something to do that made the little girl happy.

After a bit, Katherine turned away from the pen, staring up at Parr. “What do you want to see?” she asked, playing with the zipper on her coat.

“What do I want to see?” Parr repeated. “I don’t know, today is for you, Kat.”

Katherine reached for the map, but paused, as if asking for permission. Parr handed over the map without a word.

A few minutes later, Katherine began walking in another direction, looking back to make sure that Parr was following.

They spent five hours at the zoo. Not that Parr was counting- because, quite honestly, she’d forgotten about the due date that loomed ahead of her, and the plots she’d spent the past week trying to unscramble in her mind.

Most of the time, they spent looking at the tigers. After taking Parr to the lion enclosure, and the rainforest display, Katherine returned back to what was clearly her favorite spot, content to eat her giant cone of pink cotton candy.

Then, with a jolt, Parr realized that it was nearly two o’clock in the afternoon. And her deadline was at five.

“Kitty, we really must be going,” she called softly to the girl, who was entranced by the large Sumatran tiger that was prowling past.

Surprisingly, the girl raised no protests, and followed Parr out of the zoo without a word. Katherine’s footsteps were slower this time around- Parr could tell that the six year old was getting sleepy.

It was almost too easy to scoop the tiny pink-haired girl into her arms this time- Kitty practically melted into Parr’s arms, contentedly snuggling into the writer’s soft grey coat. Even though carrying Katherine made it more difficult to navigate the rest of the way home, Parr couldn’t even be frustrated.

Once they arrived home, Parr tucked Katherine into bed, then headed downstairs, curling up on her favorite spot on the couch with her laptop. She immediately got to work, revising some of the old material she’d written before and hammering out some new ideas as they came to her.

A strange noise wrenched her out of her writing stupor an hour later. Parr looked up, not expecting anyone home quite yet, but then realized that it was just Katherine standing in the doorway, looking quite adorable, with bleary eyes and a tangled ponytail.

“What’s wrong, Kitty?” Parr asked gently.

Katherine didn’t say anything- she just crept forward until suddenly, she was there, burying her face into Parr’s neck, shaking uncontrollably.

This was what Parr had been afraid of. She didn’t know how to help when Kitty’s anxiety set in- really only Cleves and Jane had been successful in that endeavor. Anne had tried, but to no avail, and Aragon had just held the girl until the tremors subsided, which had been hours.

So she just pressed a kiss in the little girl’s hair and continued to write, hoping that eventually Katherine would calm down and go back to sleep.

And she did, eventually, her trembling gradually subsiding, turning boneless in Parr’s lap.

Jane came home two hours later to find both girls asleep, a web page declaring SUBMITTED still open on Parr’s still-open laptop. She gently slid the computer out of Parr’s limp grasp, powering it off before covering the two with the softest throw she could find.

#six the musical fanfic #katherine howard #catherine parr #six the musical fanfiction #tiny tiny kat au #six the musical

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mollymauk-the-peacock · 5 years ago

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Did I mention that Jess is a werewolf now?

Oh... well Jess is a werewolf now...

The whole excerpt of our role-playing below the cut if that’s of interest. It’s a lot of text, but it was one of my favorite campaign twists. Slightly edited for brevity, though not much. (Though removed instances of rolls and combat, as they took a bit out of the narrative when presented)

Cast of characters:

Poesy - (My PC) Human Gunslinger

Dottidee aka Dots - (PC) Gnomish Arcane Trickster/Feylock; wielder of a legendary blade, Shadow’s Edge, that allows her to shift to the Shadowfell at will and sense the goings on of the parallel plane within the immediate area.

Jesse Edgewood - (NPC) Human Gunslinger/Bard; Poesy’s SO; Party knowledge prior was that Jess had been bitten by a shifted werewolf but didn’t undergo the change, which is not uncommon for individuals in our world. It remains dormant in your system forever, unless otherwise triggered by circumstances (news to us)

Clint Perch - (NPC) Young orphaned human druid; adopted by the town, lives with Jess

Brent - (Villain NPC) Half-elf Gunslinger/assassin; trained under Parre Despa, the man who once was Jesse’s teacher and the who orchestrated the original attack that ended with Jesse’s latent lycanthropy and ultimately sought to destroy Jesse’s family from the inside; the son of the Necromancer and nephew of the Death Cleric the party is currently attempting to end; apparent spy planted in the party’s chosen hometown/base of operations (we didn’t know he existed until a few days prior)

The Children of the Moon - (Group) Lycans of a sort, more magically-driven, less biological and fey than the sort of lycanthropy that affects the werewolves of Edgewood.

Annise - (NPC) Changeling Leader of the Shadows, the spy sect of the Champions mercenary group (Of which Dots and Jess are members)

Thaesilvancii - (NPC) Fledgling demigod protector of Sharvel; a silver dragon

Shaen - (NPC) Half-elf, second to the leader of Champion’s defense forces, stationed at the North Tower.

Yenra - (NPC) Half-elf leader of the Champion’s Clerics

Ceila - (NPC) High Elf leader of the Champion’s Arcanists

Robert Balten - (NPC) Human Ranger; Long time family friend of Poesy’s; as good as a second brother; leader of military group the Talons operating from their home city-state Mountbatten

Edgewood Family - Shannon (Mom), John (oldest brother), Jacob (younger brother), Sarah (younger sister)

Setting:

Sharvel, a crossroads town, growing larger by the day, chosen by the party as their apparent base of operations. Poesy lives with Jesse in his small house off the stables and smithy along with Clint and Jesse’s sister Sarah. Dots lives in the Inn across the town square from Jesse’s with her daughter Serasee.

North Tower, centralized Champion outpost

{” ”} --- Indicates some sort of telepathic communication, ie. message, telepathy, etc...

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Sharvel; 3rd day of Earth, Ruen, 773

Moon Phases: Longun - Full moon | Von - full moon

Season: Fall

Time: Just past midnight

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DM: The night grows darker and you all find rest in familiar beds. Sleep comes quickly. You both, with your unnatural perceptions, hear the crash, but to Poesy it is like the world is splintering around her. She wakes to the dim light of the moons shining through the bedroom window. To Dots, the crash was distant, but loud.

Poesy realizes almost immediately that she cannot move. There is a stale smell and she feels off, almost drunk.

Dots: Can I tell where the sound came from?

Poesy: Is there any light in the room?

Dots: Wandering into the hall...

DM: There is enough light for Poesy to see, and now you can start to turn your head. You are alone in the bed and the bedroom door is open. There's candlelight coming from the next room. Dots, it's hard to tell. There's no commotion from the Inn’s patrons. Poesy's arms and legs start moving sluggishly. Tingling painfully.

You've been drunk enough to know that this is probably chemical, but it's something else. Maybe some kind of poison. Dots, it's quiet, just past midnight.

Poesy is finally able to sit up.

Poesy: Reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing Reciprocity as quietly as possible

DM: She can see the candle and something next to it, shiny. Something small.

Poesy: ... what is it?

DM: Poesy manages to stand, holding the wall.

Dots: No broken windows visible? Going back to bed, then...

DM: She makes her way to the table where a single candle illuminates a note.

The note reads:

Enough rest, it's time to go hunting.

-Brent

The shiny object is a silver bullet.

From beyond the ruined door Poesy hears the not so distant sound of a wolf's howl piercing the silence of the night.

Clint: "What was it!?"

Poesy: Snagging it and the note. Thrusting it out to Clint

DM: Clint is groggy, holding the wall.

Poesy: Going to grab her gun belt and boots. Are Jesse's things still where they should be?

DM: They are, but his night shirt is in shreds on the floor.

Poesy: Fantastic.

Clint: "Who's Brent?"

Poesy: Putting Jesse’s belts on bandolier-style after her coat over her nightdress.

Clint: He pauses and sniffs the air, then looks Poesy in the eyes.

Poesy: "The sick fuck who's been sticking his rat nose into things in Sharvel..."

Clint: "It's Jesse, isn't it?"

Poesy: "He's done something to him, hasn't he?"

Clint: "Go, I'll tell everyone. Monks first."

Poesy: Handing him one of the spare revolvers from her things, "Be careful."

DM: He gives a nod before he's gone. Clint flies out the door, sprinting barefoot through the street toward the monastery.

Poesy: Running across the street to the Inn. Finding Dots. Just straight up banging on her door as loud as possible.

Dots: "Aah. Be right there.."

Poesy: "Jesse's gone. Brent was here."

Dots: Throwing on her harness over her nightclothes.

Poesy: "Fucker drugged me. Did something to Jesse..."

Dots: "Gone where?"

Poesy: "I don't know," Handing her the note and bullet, "Clint's gone to the monks."

"The door was smashed down. Out towards town. We need to follow."

Does it feel like anything is off about the bullet? Is it one of Poesy's/Jesse's or is it strange?

DM: It's Merit sized, looks well made. Nothing else peculiar other than it being silver.

Dots: Already heading towards the front door. "When you say Brent *did something* to Jesse..? Hurt him? Is Jesse fleeing?"

Poesy: "I don't know. But this," pointing to the silver bullet, "doesn't bode well. Especially considering the state of things in the house..."

"I don't even know what I'm thinking at this point. But nothing good has happened."

"And that's not my bullet. We should move quickly..."

"But careful. Don't need to barrel into some bullshit trap. That's what he wants, clearly."

Dots: "Poesy, nothing you said makes sense to me, but if we need to rescue Jesse, I'm ready."

Poesy: "I don't even *know* what's happening... We'll start at the house."

Poesy's already moving

"Do you feel anything? Off? With the Shadowfell?"

DM: Dots has spent plenty of time scoping out various areas for threats within the Shadowfell, so she'll know when something is off. For just such an occasion as this. Something is popping in and out of the Shadowfell. Distant. She only feels the transition.

Dots: "There's.. like something... blipping. Moving between the planes."

DM: Returning to the house it's clear there are large wolf tracks at the back door.

Dots: "Is this Clint?"

Poesy: She shakes her head

Dots: "That way." Dots points.

Poesy: Activating the Telestones. (**enchanted, paired stones allowing Telepathy between the party for an hour)

DM: You are both suddenly overwhelmed with a rush of emotions. Fear... anger... hunger. You know it's Jesse, but it is raw.

Poesy: {"Jesse? Where are you?"}

Dots: "Oh, I don't like whatever in the hells THIS is.."

Poesy: Poesy looks quite disconcerted, "Um... all signs were pointing towards something... wolf? In nature? Like the kind we were researching... not the Children..."

"The kind Jesse's already been involved with... thanks to Despa..."

"Unless that's precisely what he wants me to think and I just don't know at all..."

"There was an odd smell... Chemicals. I couldn't move. Jesse's clothes were in tatters. The note and the bullet were laid out to be found. Back door destroyed..."

Is there any sense of where Jesse's at?

{"Love? Can you come to me?"}

Dots: "Can chemicals turn a man into a wolf? Are they like magic?"

Poesy: “Couldn’t say. I don’t know exactly what they’ve done. Or really what happened to Jesse before when he got bit. It’s all... I’m at a loss.”

DM: You both feel the rage turn from an eleven down to about an eight.

Then you smell what he smells, the city, animals, people, and you feel him recognize Poesy's scent.

The unmistakable sound of a rifle echoes through the night answered by a pained howl.

Lights are starting to turn on.

Poesy: Where'd the shot come from?

DM: Dots feels more movement in the Shadowfell. At least several hundred yards away and not aimed at you.

Poesy: Heading off to the sound, running that way, the howl, if its a different trajectory.

Dots: Running. Full speed. {"Poesy, I might need to check out the Shadowfell. If I disappear, I'll be back in a minute."}

Poesy: She nods, still moving towards the howl.

To Jesse, not expecting a real response, {"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"}

DM: The response is pain, you feel it in your left thigh.

The two of you run.

You don't spend much time in this part of Sharvel. It's mostly houses, two stories, sometimes three. Tight alleys and cobble streets with dim street lamps. Most of the light comes from the two full moons.

Dots, you haven't felt the disturbance from the shadowfell for few hundred feet, it's only occasional and it hops around. Suddenly you round a corner and spot Brent for a split second, then he disappears into a shadow. You feel him blink through the Shadowfell and then you feel him on the rooftop above, his footsteps sprinting away.

Dots: {"This motherfucker is jumping through planes AND distances at the same time!"}

Poesy: {"Can you catch him? But don't go too far.... I need to find Jesse."}

Are there townspeople coming out now with all the ruckus?

DM: There are, mostly curious, a few carrying clubs or pitchforks but looking defensive.

Poesy: "INSIDE. NOW."

DM: A few do run inside, but some barely seem to hear you. Nobody is looking for trouble.

You hear him first. Heavy footsteps on a roof. Tiles falling into an alley. Chasing after him it's hard to tell where he is exactly until suddenly you feel his breath on your hair. He's breathing heavily, so heavily you feel like his breath alone could knock you over.

Poesy: Turning... What am I looking at here...

DM: He's easily two feet taller than you, at least nine feet tall, if he weren't hunched over. This beast in Jesse's night pants is all muscle and hair and teeth as long as her fingers.

He whines, scratching at his thigh.

Poesy: Not stepping back, but it's pretty clear that it's rather terrifying... "Could you... get down please." Gesturing for him to sit down lower.

DM: He crouches.

Poesy: He seems pretty lucid?

DM: Nearly. He looks wild, scared, ready to snap. You're pretty secluded.

Dots: "Jesse...*

Poesy: Tentatively petting along the side of his face... trying to get a look at the bullet wound. While attempting to offer some little distraction.

DM: He growls a little, but allows it.

Poesy: "Breathe, please..."

DM: Dots, you feel Brent coming.

Dots: "Jesse, hold still. Don't do anything, please."

DM: Jesse turns toward Brent's approach, his hair bristling.

Dots: Cast invisibility on Jesse.

DM: Jesse vanishes. You can feel him calming down.

Poesy: Poesy pulls her hand away carefully

Dots: Standing between Jesse and wherever I'm sensing Brent. "Here he comes."

Poesy: Reciprocity is out and oh-so-ready

Dots: Grabbing Shadow's Edge...

DM: Both of you feel arms, massive, furred arms, wrap around you before you fly into the air, bounding across rooftops like ragdolls.

Dots: {-oof- "That works too..." }

DM: He is barely outpacing Brent, who is in your trail without deviation. He finally comes to a stop in his stable.

Dots: "He's still coming. We need to end this!"

Poesy: Pulling on his arm to be let loose, "Get *down*, Jesse. You're hurt." She points to a corner or somewhere with cover, then nods to Dots.

Using the Telestone to try and gauge Jesse's emotions, {"What was that for?"}

DM: Jesse sets you down. All you get from Jesse is fear.

Then he's gone. You don't feel him near you.

Dots, Brent turns North, headed out of town.

Poesy: "No...”

{"Where are you!?"}

Dots: "What in the hells just happened?"

"Quick, the horses! He's leaving town, but if we stay close I think I can track him!"

Poesy: Is there any sign at all of where Jesse's gone?

Poesy nods absently to Dots and helps with horses, "Which direction, Dots?"

DM: They mount the horses and head for the north. Dots, you hear his footsteps.

Poesy: Grabbing the sending stone, messaging Clint, {"Clint, where are the monks? Brent is leaving town now. North. Jesse's... not good, but we'll figure it out."}

Clint: {"Lilia and Harlen are looking. North, got it. We contacted the Children of the Moon. Do not let him kill."}

DM: Chasing after them on horseback, soon things get very quiet. Only the sounds of the horses on the open road.

Dots: Can I see them?

DM: You can feel Brent, he has a lead.

Poesy: {"Jesse? Where are you? I need you to let me know."}

Dots: {"I think they're IN the Shadowfell."}

Poesy: "Clint's told the monks Lilia and Harlen will be coming this way, with any luck."

To Jess, through the stones, {"Don't hurt anyone. Even Brent. Even if you really want to. Just stay back. We'll find you."}

Dots: "What could he be trying to do..? And WHY?"

Poesy: To Dots, "Children of the Moon are coming as well... Figure out what happened. Clint says Jesse can't kill. I don't know what that would lead to."

Dots: "If we get close enough, I might be able to stop Brent. Physically, at least."

Poesy: "We can end Brent, if the opportunity is provided. Just don't let Jesse do it."

Dots: "Right!"

DM: Brent is slowing.

Poesy: {"Love, I know you're afraid, I could feel it, just stay safe. Away from others, so they don't do anything out of shock. Just stay safe, and we'll be there soon."}

Focusing on the road, trying to keep an eye out for Brent. Putting on goggles (**Goggles of Night) and unslinging Merit

Dots: "We're gaining on him. But if he can jump through planes at will - and how IS he doing that? - then we'd have to incapacitate him with our first attacks, or lose him. I can't do it safely more than a couple times."

"I can go to the Shadowfell alone.. then no matter where he jumped, one of us would be on him.. "

Poesy: "If you think it will help... But we'll also be alone until you can move again. Don't get stuck."

Dots: "Hey, I don't want that any more than you do. Less, probably!"

DM: As you round a turn you see a flash in the distance.

Poesy is nearly pushed off her horse as a bullet tears through her shoulder, but holds tight to the reins.

Dots feels another jump

Poesy sees him occasionally, glimpses.

Dots: Dots hops off her horse; shifting to the Shadowfell - full speed on foot.

Poesy: Poesy steadies her hand, aiming her revolver for his next appearance, intending to aim for his legs.

DM: Brent takes a shot in the leg, but continues to move. Dots, you're closing.

He's orbiting, trying to flank Poesy

Poesy feels a second shot graze her ribs as she rides on before Brent disappears into the Shadowfell once more.

When he reappears, Poesy takes a second shot towards his legs which strikes true, and knocks him prone on his back.

Dots, closing in on Brent from within the Shadowfell uses the moment to shift back while plunging Shadow’s Edge into his chest.

She feels a sudden RIP, the dagger is nearly torn from her grasp.

Brent is ripped away from her and lifted into the air by a leg by an invisible Jesse.

Dots: "Jesse, dammit, no!"

Poesy: "NO! JESSE, NO!" Racing that way still, fuck.

If Brent is dangling for any extended period of time, Poesy's gonna empty Reciprocity on him.

DM: Jesse appears, growling with Brent's head fully in his open mouth.

Brent is screaming.

Poesy, fire away

Poesy: "JESSE, PLEASE."

Dots: Shoving my arms into Jesse's mouth.

Poesy unloads six shots into Brent’s chest

DM: Jesse drops him as Dots intervenes.

Brent is dead.

Poesy: Running over to check on Jesse

Dots: Immediately dropping to search Brent's corpse.

Poesy: Making sure he didn't do any real damage to Brent himself? Hoping that having someone die in your mouth doesn't count...

Just unabashedly grabbing him by the furry face and looking over him to see if anything has changed.

Dots: "If his *relatives* are tracking him, we need to find out - and fast. And I want to know how he could jump planes so quickly."

Poesy: Not at all listening to anything, sobbing openly, "I told you! I told you not to hurt him!"

Dots: "...And if he's got any damn antidote..."

DM: Jesse whines.

Brent doesn't have an antidote, but he has a spellbook. One of the spells is Suggestion.

Jesse is breathing heavily again, but now he's also over the place, stressed.

Poesy: Tugging him to the side and nudging him to sit down. Shushing him, trying to be relaxing, but probably not effective, really.

Dots: "Poesy, you might want to check that gun of his - I'd be surprised if it wasn't enchanted. And I found a spellbook, but no arcane focus... so you might look his corpse over while you're at it, since I obviously missed *something*.

"Jesse will be okay for a minute. Look at this, Jesse." Pulling out my mechanical bird & winding it up.

Poesy: "I will." Poesy mops her face with a sleeve, gestures for Jesse to stay where he is.

Taking a deep breath and shaking it out. Having a look over Brent. Then inspecting the gun.

Dots: "You've looked better, Jesse - I have to say."

Poesy: Looking for anything magical or seeming like it has the potential. Whatever he used to bamf. Searching for whatever he used on Jesse, if anything. Whatever could have caused the chemical smell. What he used to drug Poesy.

DM: Brent has an enormous vial, probably a potion. He also has a smoky black tattoo in one arm. His rifle is obviously custom, probably enchanted.

He's also got a mask that looks strange and a round object that resembles a canteen.

Dots: "Okay, I missed more than one thing..."

Poesy: Stashing all the things in the portable hole in the safe.

Smelling the inside of the canteen?

DM: Same smell as the house.

Poesy: Chemicals? Is this shit ether?

DM: Basically

Poesy: Wincing and stashing it too.

DM: Jesse points to the forest, whining.

Poesy: Poesy leans close to Brent’s face, "I hope your dad watched."

Standing, moving back to Jesse, "Dots, there's a tattoo. You might want to get a look at it, in case you see it again."

What's happening in the forest?

DM: He seems like he wants to go. You feel his fear, anxiety.

Poesy: {"What's the matter?"} Taking one of his hands

DM: You see him attacking someone, feel fear, then him in the forest and you just feel loneliness.

Poesy: Is the someone a generic thought or does it feel like a memory? Just a fear?

DM: Generic. His fear.

Poesy: Trying to project a calming feeling to him, reassuring. {"You're going to be okay."}

Slipping out the anchor, "I've got this too? If that helps you feel better. There's nothing to fear, we'll be fine."

DM: He isn't making a break for it, but he's definitely anxious.

Poesy: Sitting down in front of him.

DM: He grabs your hands and points it at himself.

Poesy: "If we need it."

"Dots, can you get a message to Annise? See how things are proceeding in Sharvel, if she can't find out. Let them know where we are."

Dots: "Where are those damned monks, anyway?"

Poesy: "Slow, it seems."

Dots: "I was just thinking about exactly that."

Poesy: "Say it loud enough that Harlen's ears might itch." Smiling at Jesse, trying to ease the mood.

Dots: "How far outside town are we now, Poesy? And in what direction? I'm disoriented from the shifting."

Poesy: “Not far. Two hours ‘til sunrise”

Poesy carefully repositions herself on the ground however necessary to not have hers or Jesse's back to Sharvel, should someone come up behind. So it's not surprising.

Dots: {"Annise, we're just north from Sharvel. We killed Brent, but Jesse is... changed... we need help."}

Poesy: She puts the anchor in her lap and tucks her nightgown around her legs, getting comfortable. Holding both his hands. Humming that silly song they sang together on their walk earlier in the day.

Has Jesse got any blood on him that doesn't appear to be his own? Or byproduct of Brent.

DM: He doesn't, but he's increasingly agitated. Hungry.

Poesy: Singing the song out loud, making up dumb lyrics about Sharvel

Annise: {"You're who Lilia is tracking, I'll tell her. Sending help."}

DM: Jesse seems to calm, but the hunger is clearly growing.

Dots: Through the telepathy stones: {"Lilia's on her way."}

"Poesy!" Tossing some meat rations to her.

Poesy: Holding them out carefully to him, "Do you want these? Think they'll help?"

DM: He sniffs them and his stomach growls audibly, but he declines.

Poesy: "Do you want to stay in the portable hole? The others will be here soon."

"I left the mantle at home... I can't get you anywhere quickly, I'm sorry."

DM: As you say this, you get the sense suddenly that something big is near. Then one of the moons blinks. Something blocked it for an instant. The presence shifts and a silver robed man approaches.

Thaesilvancii: "Hello."

DM: Jesse instantly goes down a notch.

Dots: "Old friend!" Jumping up to greet him.

Sil: "I apologize for frightening you, it was the only way to arrive quickly."

Dots: "No apologies needed! We're desperately glad to see you!"

DM: Jesse starts scratching at himself, pleading for help.

Poesy: A mite confused, "It's *very* good to see you." She grabs his other hand again so he doesn't hurt himself in that panic... "Can you help, Sil?"

Sil: "Calm, friend," he gestures.

DM: Jesse calms instantly.

Sil: "I cannot cure him, but I can ease his stress."

Poesy: "Anything helps... Do you know... how? What we can do?"

DM: He reaches out, touches Jesse's snout, and the werewolf falls asleep.

Poesy: "Oh!" Trying to not let him drop hard, as much as she can manage to guide his massive body.

Dots: "That'll do.."

DM: He's snoring gently and if Poesy closes her eyes she can barely tell the difference from normal Jesse snores.

Poesy: "Well.... that's quite something..." She pauses for a moment... "What the fuck is this? What did he do to him!?"

"The bastard drugged me and did something and next I knew..." Poesy gestures to Jesse in his current state, "What was he aiming at?"

Sil: "I cannot tell you precisely what's happened to him, it's not an enchantment."

Dots: "Not.. an enchantment? Then.. what else could it possibly be?"

Sil: "Possibly something more natural, though quite foreign to me."

Poesy: She pulls her knees up to her chin and stays seated beside him.

"Are the others on their way?"

"Clint mentioned Children of the Moon..."

Sil: He nods, "Most are keeping their distance. The Children may have answers, but his own family may have more."

Poesy: "They already know what's happened?"

Sil: "No, I thought it best to assess the situation."

Poesy: She nods, "How are we getting him home? Will this last, or will he wake soon?"

Dots: "You might not want to hear this, Poesy, but I think if we can't.. fix him right away, we should get him to the cells. Someplace we can hold him where he can't hurt himself or anyone else."

Poesy: "The sun will be rising soon enough... hopefully things will get easier... But you're right."

"And he'd insist, really... already wanted me to use the anchor, anyway..."

Sil: "I can take him to the North Tower, to secure him. He would give his life to prevent harm to an innocent."

"I must leave you there though. My duty is to protect Sharvel."

Dots: "Can you take this corpse as well? We don't want to misplace it. It might help us find out what happened. "

DM: He looks at the corpse, then wiggles a finger and a large chest appears. The corpse rises, falls inside, and the chest closes and disappears.

Poesy: Still watching Jesse’s sleeping, wolfish form, "Taking him now?"

Sil: "I'll call ahead."

Poesy: Nodding, "He was shot earlier. He'll need some healing too."

Sil: "They're ready. Healing, I believe they will have such resources," Sil starts moving you into position, "Are you ready?"

Poesy: Shrugging and nodding...

DM: He motions in the air and a shimmering point appears, then expands. It's a portal into the cells under the tower. But then the portal moves and you're in the tower basement, on the opposite side of a set of bars from Jesse. The portal closes and Sil is gone.

Dots, you remember stories of the werewolves who lived near your home, not far from Edgewood, but few hard details.They were said to hunt only at night though and return to being human during the day.

Poesy: Poesy lets out a long shaky breath before moving close to the bars. Jesse still asleep through that?

DM: He seems unfazed. You hear hurried steps coming down the stone stairs. The footsteps stop, there's a pause, and the door opens slowly. Shaen enters alone, unarmed, unarmored. He points toward Dri'lien's cell and two men silently open it and take him away. He gawks a bit, but remains silent.

Shaen: Whispering, "What do you need?"

Poesy: "I don't know... Is Yenra here?"

Shaen: "She is, yes. If you need anything, anyone, we'll get whatever . . . I'm so sorry, Poesy."

Poesy: She shakes her head, "I don't even know what to think yet. What we can do..."

Shaen: "Everyone is awake. EVERYONE. They're all working on this right now."

Poesy: "Good. Yenra... and we need to send for Shannon. John. Maybe they'll know more... But not while he's like this."

Shaen: "I think I hear her coming. She'll patch up that wound."

DM: There's a soft tap on the door and Jesse stirs with a low growl. Shaen opens the door for Yenra. She silently goes to the bars and reaches through, placing a hand on him without hesitation.

Poesy: Crouching close, but out of arm's reach should that not be a good wakeup

DM: He twitches, then snores more. She whispers her spell and the wounds close completely. She gets an odd expression, then casts another spell.

Yenra: "Poison, both of you." She barely speaks, more mouthing the words almost silently.

Poesy: "I was assuming..." Stepping back and laying out the portable hole in the open space and retrieving all the things we took off him. Passing the flask to Yenra. And the weird mask.

Yenra: "It's an Edrian poison gas, that would have put you to sleep, kept you that way." She spots the vial and picks it up, smelling it, "A potion?"

Poesy: "No idea."

Dots: "And a poison made Jesse like this too? "

Yenra: "I'll see if one of the arcanists can identify it."

Poesy: "Thank you.” Pulling out a blanket from the portable hole too. Putting it over Jesse best that can be done through the bars.

Yenra: "If it were a curse . . maybe a restorative spell. I'll see if we have the components." She brushes away a tear, "We'll bring him back, Poesy."

Poesy: Giving her a watery smile, "Thank you, Yenra."

DM: There are more footsteps and the door opens hastily.

Datan: "Gods . . it's true."

DM: Ceila is right behind him as Yenra leaves.

Poesy: Poesy's just giving up on trying to stem the crying. Between the visitors and exhaustion, it's just not worth the effort. Giving them room. If they're moving closer to the cell

DM: Neither do. Ceila takes the vial from Yenra and begins examining it. Datan steps a little closer, but is using some magic.

Datan: "He's still with us, Poesy. Still in there."

Poesy: "I know. He was quite present. Until it started getting more difficult. He thinks he has to leave, though, I'm sure of it."

Datan: "Robert is on his way, he said he has some experience. Something about 'rangers'."

Poesy: "I suppose he would. He's still surprising me."

Dots: "What about rangers?"

Poesy: "Edgewood Rangers, presumably. Though I'm not sure what exactly they have to do in this case... But Robert's a Talon. He must have some information we're not privy to there."

Ceila: "This is a rage potion."

Poesy: Poesy sighs, "That might explain the door.... what does it do exactly?"

Ceila: "It makes everything a target, but . . " she steps aside as Robert arrives.

Robert: "Werewolves are immune to psychotropics. Immune to disease." He rushes to Poesy and wraps her in a hug.

Poesy: Mostly just collapsing into it

Robert: "We didn't learn much, some basics. Dirty tricks did this. Along with a very old bite."

Poesy: "How? What sort of tricks?"

Robert: "Anything to piss him off. The rage induces the change, song with the full moons and possibly some magic. It's... been done before."

Poesy: "Can anything stop it now?"

Robert: "He needs to control it. He needs to face the dawn without killing anyone."

Dots: "... Every dawn?"

Robert: He shakes his head. "After tonight his fate will be decided."

Poesy: "I don't think he has, but he was alone before we could reach him... And the way Brent died... He didn't do it... I think... Finish it, at least..." she rambles on, quite quickly.

Robert: "Can't change any of that now. Will he comply? He has to see the sun come up and the sky is getting light."

Poesy: "He didn't try to hurt us. But it was getting harder. Mostly harder to just keep him from leaving. He was afraid of hurting anyone."

"He has to be awake?"

Robert: "There's no choice. If he's down here he might never change back." Robert nods.

Poesy: “Let me know what to do. Make everyone move. Nobody outside."

DM: The snoring has stopped and you realize Jesse is watching Robert.

Dots: Glancing at Poesy for guidance..

Poesy: Looking at Jesse, "You heard all that, then?"

Robert: "I'll clear a path to the top. Don't delay."

DM: Jesse grunts. Robert leaves and starts barking orders in a tone Poesy has definitely never heard. Jesse scoots to the back of the cell.

Poesy: "Dots, can you follow along in the Shadowfell? Is it safe here for you to do that?"

Dots: "I can. Tell me when - I won't be able to stay long."

Poesy: "If something's wrong... come, but no sooner. I don't want you in harm's way, okay?"

Stepping up to the bars, "Love, you'll come with me?"

DM: He steps forward, but grabs the bars to hold the door shut.

Dots: "... Maybe you're too close to him? He's very emotional right now... Want me to try?"

Poesy: Poesy lets out a choked sob and nods to Dots before stepping back, "Not too close.”

Taking off Jesse's gun belt and setting it down. Stripping off the coat too so it's just poesy's holster and anchor

Dots: "Breathe, Jesse. This is the most important thing you've ever had to do. You need to calm yourself and follow Poesy outside. Then you'll be yourself again."

DM: He doesn't move for a moment, then he shoves the cell door open, breaking the lock and partially bending a bar. He holds his hand toward Poesy.

Dots: Backing slowly toward Poesy.

Messaging Poesy: {"Okay, it's all up to you now."}

Poesy: Stepping in front of Dots and moving closer to him, palms up, {"You should head out. Stay close, but out of sight if you can..."}

Looking Jesse over, trying to get a read on him (which is already so easy when he's just human...)

"Are you ready? I'll be with you, right beside you."

DM: He is as easy to read as a pet dog. He's afraid, timid, and compliant.

Poesy: Holding out her hands closer, “You're much stronger than you let yourself think you are."

"We can do this, and you'll be just fine."

Stepping back closer to the door and seeing if he's following

DM: He lets you lead.

Poesy: Carefully taking a hand again. Heading back to the top of the tower where we fought the wyverns

"I know you wanted to leave. But I'd really rather you wouldn't,” she smiles at him, coaxing along.

"And your mom, too. John, Jacob, and Sarah. They'll be waiting for you back home. Everything is so good..."

DM: Jesse pats Dots on the head as he passes. It feels like someone setting a sand bag in top of your head.

Dots: Beaming at him.

Poesy: Picking up speed a touch. Not anything rushed, but brisker

DM: Jesse follows without hesitation now. He matches easily.

Poesy: "Gods, you're tall usually, but this is just ridiculous."

DM: He scoops Poesy up and starts taking three steps at a time.

Poesy: Laughing a tearful laugh, "A little warning, darling."

How close until dawn?

DM: It's pretty light now, but in moments you're at the top.

Poesy: If he doesn't immediately head in the direction that the sun will first crest, pointing to it

DM: He's just looking around, but he focuses. Then the sun appears and he freezes.

Poesy: "Let me down, please."

DM: He lets Poesy down absently, transfixed on the rising sun.

Poesy: Standing beside him, not between him and the light, taking a hand

Thinking about the Golden Phoenix and everything it stands for....

Saying a little prayer for the first time ever...

DM: Suddenly he starts to fall over on Poesy, but as he does she suddenly finds herself holding the man, shirtless, fur-less.

Poesy: Letting out a rushed breath and trying to keep him upright. Looking him over... making sure nothing is amiss...

DM: He's exhausted, haggard, but human. He weakly grabs Poesy's cheek and pulls her into a kiss.

Poesy: Openly sobbing. Definitely not letting him move an inch.

Jesse: "I remember . . I remember." He starts sobbing.

Poesy: "Are you okay?" She does everything possible to soothe.

DM: He starts looking himself over. He looks remarkably good, tough there's a hole in his pants.

Poesy: "He shot you..."

Jesse: "I remember..."

Poesy: "What do you remember?"

Dots: Dots slides a flask of water across the floor to them.

DM: He beckons for her to come closer.

Dots: Trotting over. "Hey, friend.."

Jesse: He takes the flask, "Thank you... I remember Brent waking me, punching me, forcing the potion." He gives Dots a hug.

Dots: "Do you remember not eating my arms? Because I really appreciated that!" Returning the hug.

Jesse: "I do, and thank you."

Poesy: "Do you remember the rest?"

He nods.

Dots: "What did he DO to you?" Dots blurts out.

Jesse: "They... we know after, if we remember after the change, that we're in control. I won't hurt anyone."

Dots: "But.. are you a werewolf now?"

Jesse: "He provoked me. By the time I had changed he was gone."

Dots: "Does that mean.. were you always a werewolf, deep down?"

Jesse: He nods.

Dots: "Oh!"

Poesy: "But you'll have to change now?"

Jesse: "I will, but if I do it on my own... hunt on my own..."

Poesy: "But you didn't hurt anyone?"

Jesse: He shakes his head, "I was only after Brent."

Poesy: "He just wanted you to change and be set loose? He didn't try to use you for anything?"

Jesse: "I don't know. I feel like he was leading me around, but I was in a fog."

Poesy: "I don't know what his endgame was... but he was definitely playing one..."

"No matter... will you be alright?"

Jesse: He nods.

DM: Poesy can tell that he wants it to be true, but he's afraid of how close he came to murdering both of you. He sniffs the air.

Jesse: "Mom's here."

Poesy: Taking his hands again and kissing his knuckles, "I wasn't afraid of you. Only that you might be too afraid to stay."

Not letting him go until he really seems to get it, "I trust you."

DM: He wraps his arms around Poesy. It's a good minute before Shannon arrives. He stands to greet her and as he hugs her she looks over his shoulder at Poesy, mouthing: "Thank you."

Poesy: Nodding to her. Sneaking away for a moment, then running down the stairs to grab the things that got left by the cells (Jesse's belt in particular)\And flagging down someone to get Jesse some clothes.

DM: John is waiting just out of sight with your clothes and Jesse's in his arms.

Poesy: Helping him carry things.

"He's okay."

Dots: From upstairs, she messages Poesy: ("Is this just a thing that can happen to humans, and no one told me?"}

Poesy: {"Well fuck, I didn't know myself! What a mess..."}

Dots: {"But his family, at least? Does that mean that your-er, his children will be werewolves too?"}

Poesy: Poesy's downstairs with John, stock still, blushing furiously... There's no response...

John: "Are you okay, Poesy?"

Poesy: "Hm?" She nods, "Mm-hm... Tired... It's been a long night."

Only just really appraising herself, realizing that she's in quite a state. Bloody, bullet-hole-ridden, frilly-ass nightgown and such.

"I should probably see a healer... or sleep..."

John: "It's never easy, even when you're prepared. The worst is over though."

Poesy: "You've seen this?"

John: He nods. "Every werewolf in Edgewood goes through their Dawn. Usually it's around puberty. For those few bitten, their first full moons. Jesse hid his bite for years, suppressed it with potions. He's not the first."

"I didn't even know until he'd graduated high school."

Poesy: "This might've happened even without the meddling?"

John: "Every double moon has been a fight. A struggle. I don't know how or why he didn't want it, but he lost tonight. Lost a battle he's been fighting for more than a decade."

"It could have been much worse though."

"Some lose control. They wake up with no memory of the night. Just blood. Sometimes naked in the woods."

Poesy: "What would have happened? If he'd killed Brent..."

John: "I promised him a long time ago..." he takes his revolver from it's holster and dumps out six silver bullets, "... Thank you."

Poesy: She blanches.

John: He gives Poesy a stiff hug, "Go on, get dressed. I'll get these to Jesse."

#It's long as fuck so I'm gonna give a fuckin star to anyone who actually read it all #but it was such a MOMENT #cw non-consensual drugs #cw violence #triquetra dnd #dungeons and dragons transcript #dnd stories #dnd transcript

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blueboxbecca · 6 years ago

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Under Lock And Key

This is angsty!! Also maybe triggering! Anne decides to tell the queen's she's gay. Apologies in advance. Real talk, the letter she writes is similar to the text message I sent my family. So this one's kinda personal.

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Today was the day Anne Boleyn decided she was going to tell her biggest secret.

It's a secret she had been hiding since being reincarnated over a year ago, and a secret that she swore she would carry to the grave.

In the 1500s this secret would have gotten her shunned, maybe murdered, however in the 21st century, it wasn't as big of a deal. Either way, Anne felt that the other queens would judge her if she told them.

It started with her noticing pretty girls in the street, and staring at them for a lot longer than she probably should have. Then it progressed to the cute barista at the cafe down the road, where she got butterflies every time she ordered. Anne was confused by her feelings, and it took her until she begrudgingly consulted google to realise what those feelings were.

She first realised that she had to keep her secret until she died when she met the other queens for the first time. As she walked into the rehearsal room, in her usual late fashion, her eyes were drawn to the short, curly-haired Catherine Parr.

It would be the same Catherine Parr that would cause endless nights of restlessness and anxiety. What if Catherine judged Anne for her secret? What if the rest of the queens shunned her and removed her from the show? What if the other queens kicked her out of the house? God forbid, how would Catherine of Aragon react as the most religious member of the household?

These questions swam regularly through Anne's mind as she tried, and failed, to get a full nights' sleep. It was worse on nights when she had spent more time with Cathy that day.

Anne decided to compose a letter. That way she could post it, and be gone by time the letter arrived. She would write it only when she was sure all of the other queens were pre-occupied or asleep, as to not get caught.

'Queens,

By the time you read this letter, I will be long gone. I am safe, I promise, but I need to leave in order to tell you something.

I have wanted to tell you this since I met you all again, so this is the scariest letter I have ever sent.

I’m gay. I like girls the way I should like boys.

I’m sorry I’m not the perfect person you expect me to be, and if you no longer want to speak to me I completely understand. That’s your decision.

I have lived with this secret since being reincarnated, and I have always known I was ‘different’ this time around. I can't be with you anymore because I can't live with the idea that you might not accept me.

I would appreciate if you carried on the show without me, and if you do ever want to speak to me again, I'm sure you'll find me around in the future.

Yours,

Anne.'

Anne had signed the letter and left it on her desk. It was 4am, surely none of the queens would come into her room before the morning. With a ball of anxiety in her stomach, she headed to bed.

When there was no chaos by 11am, Catherine of Aragon decided to head upstairs to check on Anne. Finding the younger queen peacefully sleeping, Aragon glanced around the room, and spotted a letter on the desk. Curiosity got the better of her as she noticed it was addressed to the queens.

Picking up the unsealed letter, she headed downstairs to read it.

Anne Boleyn woke only a few minutes later, to find the letter on her desk missing. Shit. Her only rational thought was that she had to get away. She had to leave before the other queens could confront her.

Grabbing a backpack, she hastily packed as many clothes as she could physically stuff into the backpack, her toothbrush and hairbrush. She could buy whatever she needed once she'd escaped. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to stop the negative thoughts from entering her mind.

Once she was dressed, she forced her feet into her shoes as fast as she could, and headed almost silently towards the front door.

She fished her keys out of the side of her backpack and left them on the windowsil by the door. She wouldn't be needing them again, anyway. She grabbed her coat from the coat rack, and opened the door.

'Anne Boleyn, where the hell do you think you're going?' Came a voice from behind her.

Anne froze.

'Put that backpack down and get over here, now.' Another voice said, sounding irritated.

Without turning around, Anne removed the straps of the backpack from her shoulders and placed it on the ground by her feet, dropping her coat to the floor in the process.

She steeled herself, wiped her eyes and turned to face the direction of the voices.

She was met with the sight of Jane Seymour and Catherine of Aragon stood in the hallway, arms crossed, letter in Jane's hand.

Upon seeing the look on Boleyn's face, Jane sighed.

'Come here, sweetheart.' She cooed, opening her arms, ready to hug Anne.

Anne let out a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding, and moved to embrace Jane. Her resolve crumbled and she began to sob into her mother figure's shoulder.

'Did you really think we'd hate you?' Aragon questioned as she stood awkwardly next to the embracing pair.

'Well it's against your religion.' Came the muffled reply.

'Anne honey, religion or not, you're family.' Catherine said, placing her hand gently on Anne's back.

Anne raised her head to look at Catherine, and the look in her eyes was one of fear.

The brunette queen was so scared of not being accepted, that she had packed a bag and attempted to leave, rather than speaking to the other queens about her sexuality.

At this thought, Catherine shook her head, smiled gently at Anne and joined the other two queens in a group hug.

From that moment, Catherine decided that she was never going to let anyone make Anne feel less than worthy, ever again.

#six the musical #anne boleyn #catherine of aragon #catherine parr #jane seymour #if this is shit please let me know thanks #six the musical fanfiction #tw: negativity #tw: mental health

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millie1536 · 5 years ago

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Different, Not Weird

Well it let me post the ghost thing so hopefully this works this time. 500th times the charm after all

TW: mentions of panic attacks, mentions of meltdowns, mentions of destructive stimming, mentions of child abuse, the documentary ‘Blackfish’ is referenced a number of times (It’s one of Izzy’s hyperfixations) so if that’s triggering for anyone please consider if you are in a place where you can think about that stuff at the moment.

The first time Jane heard Izzy imitating a cat she assumed it was a joke between her and Kitty. The occasional meow that would break the comfortable silence between the two was cute. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that some of Izzy’s behaviour was, well, odd. At times she seemed so much younger than she was and at other times she was far too mature for her age. The queens had chalked it up to her past. The fact that she had never been able to be a kid, that she had been used and abused by men four times her age for the past nine years.

And yet there were still things that bothered Jane. The way Izzy would curl up beside Anne or Kathrine as if trying to merge with them but pull away from even the slightest physical contact with anyone else. How she would wear the same pair of jeans every day no matter how hot or cold it was. It wasn’t that she was jealous, I mean sure, she would have loved to curl up on the couch with Izzy and watch a movie or read a book occasionally but, what worried her was the reason, or rather the lack of.

Izzy had warmed up to everyone a lot quicker than expected. She and Anna would go for bike rides together, anything to get out of the house. Jane was teaching her to cook and bake, something she seemed to be enjoying very much. She had asked Catherine, very anxiously, to teach her Spanish, which the queen was more than happy to do. Cathy had taken on the role of Izzy’s teacher when it became apparent that the girl had an insatiable curiosity. Parr had jumped at the chance to help Izzy catch up on the education she had missed out on and Izzy was proving to be a fast learner.

“Did you know that Cassowaries are the world’s deadliest bird?” She asked over dinner one night.

“Did you know that only one third of the rivets used to build the hull of the Titanic were up to standard? And they were all in the centre third, if they had been used for the bow the iceberg might not have done so much damage.” Was another nights conversation starter.

“Did you know that the flat cap was invented by a golfer?” Izzy’s ability to retain knowledge never ceased to amaze Jane. She often wondered if maybe she was overreacting. Maybe all kids were like this and she just never got the chance to see it before now.

But it wasn’t just her memory or her relationship with Anne and Kathrine that was strange.

Panic attacks weren’t a new thing for the queens and they all knew from the beginning that Izzy would likely succumb to them. However, they seemed off. Some of them weren’t too different from Anne or Kitty’s but some of them seemed to be something else entirely. Izzy’s panic attacks varied from silently shutting down to screaming and fighting.

Jane also failed to see a pattern. Like the others, Izzy had triggers, and yet they had been unsuccessful at identifying all of them.

Loud noises, large groups of people, yelling and shouting, unexpected physical contact.

These were the ones they had picked up on. But they didn’t explain why Izzy would seem to shut down at random times, why her eyes would become distant and she seemed to lose all awareness of where she was.

Jane wanted answers and she was sure the others did too.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with her?” Jane sighed, exhausted. Kathrine was upstairs with Izzy and so Jane had taken the chance to talk to the others.

“It’s probably just part of the process, you remember what Kitty was like in the first few months.” Catherine wrapped an arm around Jane’s shoulder, pulling her into a side hug.

“She does remind me a fair bit of Kat, especially the constant movement.” Anna commented.

“Should we get her checked for ADHD?” Jane asked suddenly.

“I mean, if you want, but that’s not really where I was going with that.” Anna shrugged.

“Sorry, I just…” Jane trailed off, resting her head on Aragon’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, I get it. You just want to make sure she’s alright.” Anna smiled kindly.

“I know that ADHD isn’t a disease but I still… I get so worried about Izzy, about not knowing.” Jane was, for the most part, the most level-headed of the group, but when it came to anything medical she began to worry.

“I’ll book an appointment tomorrow.” Aragon gave Jane’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“But I wanted to read more about Tilikum.” Izzy protested when Anne told her they were heading out.

“I know, but you can do that when we get back, alright?”

“Fine.” Izzy huffed as she grabbed her book from beside her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Anne asked, holding out Izzy’s coat.

“No.” Izzy said simply before heading towards the front door. Anne shook her head before picking up her own coat and making her way out to the car.

“Aren’t you cold?” Anna asked when the girl got into the car, “It’s freezing.”

“No it isn’t, it’s like 19 degrees.”

“Exactly,” Anna responded, “It’s cold.” Izzy just shrugged.

“Seat belt on.” Jane said from the front passenger seat. She didn’t have to look to know that Izzy wasn’t wearing her seat belt.

“But it’s annoying.” Izzy argued.

“You know what else is annoying? Dying in a car accident.” Catherine raised her eyebrows at the girl, watching in the rear view mirror as she relented and buckled her seat belt.

“Miaow.” Kathrine looked down at the girl resting against her shoulder.

“I thought I was the cat.” Kitty said feigning confusion. Izzy shrugged, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.

“Cathy?”

“Yes?” Parr turned around to give Izzy her full attention.

“Why are they called quadratic equations when there are only two answers?” Izzy asked, the question had been bothering her for weeks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Izzy sighed, not understanding why the woman didn’t get it, “Quad means four but there are only two answers so why are they called quadratic equations if there are two and not four answers?” Cathy thought for a moment.

“I don’t know, kid. I’ve never thought of that before.”

“Why not?”

“I just haven’t.” Izzy wasn’t sure how anyone could live so long without asking such a question.

The queens had gotten used to Izzy’s questions. The way she would ask the most obscure things at the strangest of times.

When they arrived at the paediatrician’s office Izzy stayed in her seat. She knew where they were going but being there made it real.

“What’s going on inside your head?” Anne asked gently.

“I don’t like doctors.” Izzy almost whispered.

“It’s alright, they just want to talk to you. No needles or anything like that, I promise.” Anne waited for Izzy to nod before leading her into the building. Izzy felt her nose scrunch up at the smell, a mixture of cleaning chemicals and coffee. The lights, too, put her on edge. They were bright and made a buzzing sound that seemed to drill through Izzy’s skull. The third light from the left in the waiting room flickered occasionally. Izzy tried to spot a pattern but there was none. Kitty, it seemed, had also noticed the light and had positioned herself so that it was behind her. Izzy considered her options for a moment before getting out of her seat and climbing onto Kitty’s lap. It wasn’t uncommon for her to use affection as a mask to hide what was actually happening.

Kathrine smiled when the girl began nuzzling into her shoulder, an occasional whimper sounding from her throat. The whimper wasn’t one of fear, instead it was a ‘I want to snuggle’ kind of whimper. Kathrine wrapped her arms around Izzy who immediately fell still, melting into the embrace.

“Isabella?” A woman’s voice called from the doorway. Kathrine felt the girl tense in her arms.

“It’s alright, we’ll be right there with you the whole time.” Kathrine felt Izzy nod against her shoulder before she uncurled herself from her spot and stood up. She held tight onto Anne and Kitty as they followed the doctor into her office.

“I’m sorry it’s a bit crowded,” The woman said as she sat behind her desk, “We don’t usually have so many people in here at once.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Anna waved the woman’s apology away.

“This is quite the family you’ve got.” The woman, who had introduced herself as Doctor Morgan, smiled at Izzy who did her best to hide under Anne’s arm.

“She’s a bit shy.” Jane said, not wanting the doctor to think she had done something wrong.

“Izzy, sweetie, can you sit up please?” Anne asked gently, full prepared for Izzy to tighten her hold. She was a little surprised when Izzy sat up slowly, leaning into Anne and holding her arms to make sure she didn’t let go.

“Izzy?” Doctor Morgan asked, having noticed the nickname, “Is it alright if I have a chat with your- uh, with the grown-ups?” Izzy shrugged.

“Can I watch tv?” Izzy asked Jane, who pulled out a pair of wireless headphones and her phone. Izzy grinned as she put on the headphones and snuggled closer against Anne.

“Noise cancelling headphones?” The doctor asked after a moment.

“Yeah, she struggles with loud noises.” Catherine informed her.

“What about light? Does she struggle with that too?”

“Yes, actually. Bright lights hurt her eyes and flickering lights give her head aches.” Anna said.

“And sometimes they trigger panic attacks,” Kitty added, “Too much light or noise scares her.”

“And temperature?”

“Doesn’t seem to feel the cold, but she’s really sensitive to heat. If she’s too hot she starts to feel sick.”

“What kind of sick?”

“Nauseas, I think.” Cathy answered.

“And how is she socially?” Doctor Morgan asked, “Does she make eye contact?”

“Rarely, but we’re working on it.” Anne pressed a kiss to the top of Izzy’s head, “She’s come a long way with it since she came to live with us.”

“You didn’t raise her?” Doctor Morgan looked surprised.

“Unfortunately.” Kitty muttered, a mixture of hate and anger filling her eyes.

“No, she’s been with us for almost 4 months now.” Anna added. The doctor nodded, typing some notes on her computer.

“What about her parents?”

“Her mother died when she as about 5 and there’s no record of who her father is.”

“Who was she living with prior to you?” Kathrine gave a dry, spiteful laugh.

“Her uncle.” Jane said before Kathrine had a chance to say anything. Doctor Morgan nodded, again writing down some notes before moving on.

“What about her peers? Does she have many friends at school?”

“Actually, I’m home schooling her for the moment.” Cathy said, seemingly a little nervous.

“We’re hoping to get her into the local public school once she’s caught up.” Catherine gave Parr’s knee a gentle squeeze.

“Caught up? Does she struggle academically?”

“No, not at all.” Anna couldn’t help the slight laugh the accompanied her words.

“No, she’s a very quick learner, but she never got the chance to go to school. She was… uh, her uncle he…” Cathy didn’t want to tell the woman, a complete stranger, about Izzy’s history but she didn’t know if she needed to.

“I see.” The doctor gave a sad smile. Cathy doubted that she did in fact ‘see’ but was grateful that they didn’t have to go into it.

“Does she respond to you? Does she notice when you’re trying to talk to her?”

“For the most part, but if she’s reading then it can take a few tries to get her attention.” Jane said.

“Usually we just have to say her name before whatever it is we want to say and she listens, I think she often assumes we’re talking to someone else if we don’t say her name.” Anna added.

“Any issues with sleep?”

“Night terrors.” Kathrine sighed, she hated watching Izzy toss and turn each night with no way of putting an end to it.

“But that would be connected to her uncle?” She asked cautiously. All six women nodded. “What about her temper? Does she tend to get angry?”

“More at herself than any of us, and she usually locks herself in her room when she’s like that.” Anne said, remembering the last time Izzy had gotten like that, “She can get a bit uh… Aggressive? I don’t know if that’s the right word, Violent? I really don’t know how to explain it. She’s never hurt anyone but often when she comes back out of her room after getting really angry it’ll look like a hurricane has gone through it.”

“Or covered in scratches and bite marks.” Catherine said quietly. The doctor made a few more notes.

“And she does it to herself? The biting and scratching?”

“Yes, we’re trying to get her to stop but…” Cathy sighed, not knowing how to explain.

“How is she with touch? Is she alright with physical contact? And what about textures, are there any that bother her?”

“Well, she can be quite the snuggle bug with those two,” Jane nodded at Anne and Kathrine, “But she’s still a bit more wary of the rest of us.”

“She’s starting to get comfortable with me.” Cathy said.

“And she has no problem with me carrying her, but she’s still a bit unsure when it comes to hugs.” Anna added, it was a common sight to see Anna running around the backyard with Izzy clinging to her back.

“And textures?

“She likes soft things. She tends to rotate between the same three or four outfits, I think the more she wears them the softer the materials get.” Catherine said.

“Some foods too. She doesn’t like things like pasta bake because there are too many textures in it.” Jane told her. Doctor Morgan wrote down a few more notes before looking up.

“Do you think Izzy would be willing to answer some questions?”

“You can try, but she really doesn’t like stopping something before she’s finished it.” Kitty said.

“Izzy? Can you pause that for a minute, please? Doctor Morgan wants to ask you some questions.” Anne said, gently removing Izzy’s headphones.

“But they just got to the bit about Kasatka.” Izzy whined.

“Who’s Kasatka?” Doctor Morgan asked, hoping to engage Izzy in a conversation. Cathy, who could see what the doctor was trying to do jumped in with,

“She’s a whale.” She knew how Izzy would react to hearing that and she felt a little bad for setting her up like that but it paid off.

“No she isn’t. Kasatka is a dolphin. Orca aren’t whales but everyone thinks they are because their common name is ‘killer whale’ which is ridiculous because all recorded encounters with wild orca report that they are very gentle and very playful. The only time they’ve ever shown aggressive behaviour is in captivity and that’s because, unlike land mammals, it’s almost impossible to mimic aquatic habitats and they just end up sitting in concrete tanks their whole lives and they end up with depression and are bored out of their minds and lash out.” Izzy crossed her arms and leant back against Anne before adding quietly, “It’s not their fault.”

“You know a lot about orca.” Doctor Morgan commented.

“They’re interesting,” Izzy shrugged, “Plus, animals make more sense than people.” The offhand comment was just what the doctor was waiting for.

“How so?”

“Well, they’re easier to understand. They don’t say one thing but mean another. It’s simple. They do what they have to in order to survive and they only attack when threatened or distressed and not for the sake of hurt someone else, for the most part anyway.”

“What kind of things do people do that don’t make sense?” Izzy thought for a moment before answering.

“Well, sometimes Annie makes jokes when she’s sad, or Kitty will say she’s okay when she’s not.” This took the queens by surprise; they hadn’t realised just how observant the young girl was. “And Anna and Jane always tell everyone not to bottle up their feelings but they do it too. Catherine pretends to be angry with Bessie but she isn’t because she’s always making sure she’s alright and Cathy says it’s not good to isolate yourself from your family but she spends as much time alone as she can get.” The queens exchanged subtle glances at this. They hadn’t been expecting Izzy to call them out like that, but hey what were kids for if not brutal honesty.

The rest of the appointment passed in a similar manner, with Doctor Morgan would ask Izzy a question and Izzy would answer with a bit too much honesty.

That night Izzy was far more talkative than usual, which to be honest was an achievement.

“And they got some marine biologists in to study the sound Kasatka was making and they were long distance calls.” Izzy finished sadly.

“But they brought her baby back, right?” Jane asked, her heart breaking at the thought of being forcefully separated from a child. Izzy shook her head.

“The higher ups didn’t care. All they cared about was money. They didn’t even bother to learn about the animals. If they had they would have known that calves stay with their mothers their entire life, even when they’re adults. The females stay beside their mothers the whole time but the males end up pushed to the outside of the pod because it’s a matriarchal society but they’re still in the same pod and still near their mothers. Also orca have multiple languages, well scientists are hesitant to admit that any species other than humans have languages but they do. Different pods speak different languages and yet Sea World told everyone that the orcas were with their families when they weren’t. They were with a bunch of other orca that they couldn’t understand and in a confined space so of course they fought with each other. They were frustrated and didn’t have any other way of communicating.” Izzy slumped back against the couch; her arms folded across her chest.

“And on that note,” Anne put an arm around Izzy’s shoulders, “It’s time for bed.” Izzy considered protesting but the thought of curling up under the blankets with Anne and Kitty was rather appealing and so she said goodnight to the others and made her way to bed.

“How does she remember all of that?” Catherine asked once they heard the door shut upstairs.

“I don’t know.” Anna shook her head in disbelief.

“If only she could remember her times tables.” Cathy joked.

“So she remembers all of that but not her times tables?” Jane asked.

“It’s probably because it’s something she’s interested in; trust me she hates maths.”

Three days later and the queens were sitting in the living room, minus Kathrine who was upstairs with Izzy.

“ASD, ADHD combined and Anxiety.” Cathy read aloud from the email she had up on her laptop.

“I know what half of that means.” Cleves said bluntly.

“Anxiety, I doubt I have to read the explanation of that one.” Cathy sighed, “ADHD combined, both Attention deficit and Hyperactivity present.”

“So just ADHD then?” Cleves asked, still unsure of what the email was saying.

“I think it’s possible to have one and not the other,” Cathy said, “Like Kitty and Maggie both have ADHD but Kitty’s is more hyperactive and Maggie’s is more the attention deficit, I think.” Cleves nodded slowly, trying to make sense of it all.

“And ASD?” Anne asked.

“Autism Spectrum Disorder.”

“Autism?” Catherine asked, her god daughter nodded.

“Jane?” Cathy had noticed how Jane seemed to pale at the news, “What’s the matter?” Jane shook her head, biting the inside of her lip to stop herself talking.

“Hey, come on,” Anna said gently, “You remember what Izzy said, right? We both need to take our own advice.” Jane was silent for a minute before she spoke.

“I don’t want to lose her.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, “I can’t lose her.”

“We aren’t going to lose her, Jane.” Anne gave Jane’s hand a squeeze.

“But what if… What if they come and take her away? What if they lock her up somewhere?” Cathy set her laptop aside and knelt in front of Jane.

“No one’s going to take her, I promise.”

“But-“

“Jane, listen to me.” Cathy cut her off, “We understand so much more than we did back then, Izzy won’t be locked up because she’s different.”

“Yeah,” Anne brushed some hair from Jane’s face, “She’s the same Izzy as before, but now we have a better understanding of how to help her.”

“I can’t lose her.” Jane repeated, her voice stronger this time.

“You won’t. Izzy is going to stay with us and we are going to look after her and she is going to grow up knowing that she is loved no matter what.” Anne pulled Jane into a tight hug, if she was being honest Anne would have to admit that the same thoughts had been spiralling through her own mind but as they sat there holding tight to one another she knew that what she had said was true.

Izzy was a part of their unconventional family now and nothing would ever change that.

#six #six the musical #six fanfiction #anne boleyn #anna of cleves #catherine of aragon #Catherine Parr #jane seymour #kathrine howard #autism #adhd #anxiety

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the-quiet-winds · 5 years ago

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A Thousand to One, A Million to Two (part three)

[Co-written with @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts. TW for blood and violence.]

[part one] - [part two]

[Part 3: On a Fault Line]

jane can't bring herself to sleep, not with the anxiety of tomorrow's events and the fear she has of katherine being hurt.

so she breaks out her book and waits till morning.

the police officers arrive fifteen minutes before jane has to leave for work. they rig up the wire, hidden under her t-shirt and work uniform, and then send her on her way. jane contemplates going into katherine’s room to say goodbye but a part of her tells her that katherine still needs time, and that jane shouldn’t force conversation yet.

the drive to work is even more anxiety-inducing than normal, and as jane steps through the door she realises that the police might be intervening sooner rather than later.

“ah, seymour,” clive says with a grin. “look alive, we’ve got a shipment coming in at seven.”

jane doesn’t even need to act shocked. “what is it today?” she asks in that same nervous voice, knowing clive couldn’t resist taunting her with the illegal.

when he speaks next, jane feels relief flood her system as he incriminated himself, “marijuana, fresh from colorado.”

jane forces her eyes to bug out, looking slightly fearful at the information. he grins that shark like grin and sends her off.

at exactly four minutes past seven, after jane’s wire picks up clive yelling “shipment’s in, ya lazy asses,” a battalion of officers with guns and tasers drawn burst in.

“police! put your hands up!” the two cops from the previous night command, leading the charge.

clive curses under his breath before turning to the officers with a strained smile on his face, holding his hands up to chest height.

“hello, officers, what seems to be the problem?”

“clive brady, you are under arrest for the sale and distribution of class A drugs,” one of the officers says firmly. clive makes a noise of surprise.

“drugs? we don’t distribute drugs here, i can assure you.”

“there’s no point in you playing dumb,” the other says. “we have evidence of your full knowledge of what’s in these boxes. anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

“there’s nothing incriminating in these boxes,” clive says suavely. “i can promise you that. whatever information you have is bad.”

one officer steps forward with a box knife. she slices the top open cleanly and extracts a bag full of small, round, green nuggets. she opens the bags and inhales, then shrugs. “smells like weed to me.”

the officers pounce, cuffing clive and dragging him, raving mad, out of the warehouse.

“whichever of you bastards sold me out,” he nearly screams, “i’ll find you and kill you! you and your whole lousy family!”

once clive has been removed the other few officers remaining address the assembled workers.

“we’re going to need to conduct some interviews and take some statements, now,” one says calmly. “we would prefer it if nobody left until we have conducted separate interviews.” some of the officers start asking questions while one approaches jane.

“thank you for your help,” she smiles. “we can remove the wire now.” as the officer untangles the wire, jane can’t help but notice the looks she’s being sent by one of clive’s friends from across the warehouse, and she feels a shiver of panic run down her spine.

the man, travis, jane thinks his name is, approaches her, later, when the officers are preoccupied with the questioning. jane is looking at her phone, working up the courage to text katherine and let her know it all went alright, that she’s okay, when he comes over and shoves her out of view. doing so causes her to drop her phone, sending the device shattering into pieces. she can’t pay much mind, however, before he pulls her into the corner.

“i saw that little stunt you pulled, sellin’ out the boss like that,” he hisses. even though he stands nearly a head taller than her and is built like a linebacker, jane holds firm.

she shrugs. “someone had to do it.”

with a animalistic growl, his fist connects with her stomach and she doubles over. then his elbow slams into her upper back to send her sprawling to the floor, gasping for breath.

“i hope this is worth it,” travis snarls. his boot lands firmly on her hand, and jane nearly cries out as her stitches explode, blood pouring out of her not-yet healed finger.

“there’ll be more of that coming at you,” he threatens, glowering down at her. “you and that little fluff ball of a daughter you have.”

��what’s going on over here?” an officer calls out from the other side of the shelves. travis swears and disappears into another row of shelves, leaving jane alone by the time the officer rounds the corner. his eyes widen when he sees jane collapsed on the floor, bleeding and wincing in pain.

“are you okay?”

he drops down to help her and manages to get her sitting upright. “we need to get you to the hospital.”

“please,” jane gasps out. “my daughter- she could be in danger.”

she gives a brief description of what occurred, and the officer speaks into the radio on his shoulder, sending two others in pursuit of travis, who had apparently taken a company truck and sped off.

it takes a second for jane to realize the true severity of the situation. travis knows where she lives. clive would often put him on books and paystubs, and her stub was addressed to her.

as they help jane into a squad car and drive her to the hospital, she can only hope that the cops beat travis to the house.

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katherine is awoken by the slamming of car doors outside. she pokes to the window and sees a white pickup in the driveway, one with her mum’s workplace logo on it. she starts to leave her room until she hears the violence with which the door is slammed.

“katherine seymour!” a man’s voice yells, echoing dangerously through the walls. “where are you?!”

katherine closes her bedroom door as quietly as she can, heart pounding. she was thankful for the lock on her door which she slowly clicks into place, trying to keep silent so whoever it was who was in the house wouldn’t hear her.

she backs away from the door and presses her back against the headboard of her bed, clinging to her bear and keeping her eyes fixed on the doorway. she grabs her phone with one hand and tries to type out a message to jane, fingers trembling. she can hear the man slamming his way through the house, the walls practically vibrating with the force of his movements.

“come out, girlie,” she hears him growl. “you can’t hide from me.”

the messages deliver but get no answer, which only spikes katherine’s already horrid anxiety.

his boots loudly thump up the stairs and his taunting calls get closer and closer. she swears he’s right outside her room when more voices ring through the house.

“police! come out with your hands up!” they yell out, a male and a female voice in a rough harmony.

katherine clings to the bear and listens to the scuffle outside her door, then it goes quiet.

a heartbeat or two layer, there’s a gentle tap at the door.

“katherine seymour?” the female voice says kindly. “this is officer layla schwartz, you are safe now. can you open the door?”

the panicked part of katherine’s brain is insisting it’s some kind of trap, that she’ll open the door and be in danger again. she makes a distressed noise and draws her knees up to her chest, breath coming in short wheezes.

the female voice speaks again. “katherine? he can’t hurt you, i promise.” her tone is soft and reassuring but katherine can’t focus on her words.

“i want my mum,” she chokes out, not really aware she’s even speaking.

“katherine,” layla says in that same voice, “we’ll take you to her in a squad car and no one will be able to hurt you. you’ll be able to see her if you come out, darling.”

the term of endearment was probably meant to make katherine feel a bit safer, but it just makes her want jane even more. she lets out a pitiful whimper and shuffles to the door where she meets the fiery-haired cop with a very gentle gaze.

layla gives a tiny smile. “i’ll take you there myself, okay?”

katherine nods mutely and lets layla lead her to the front door. layla pauses briefly, giving katherine a quick once-over. katherine is vaguely aware of how pitiful she must look, dressed in pyjama shorts and an oversized shirt and clutching her teddy bear like a child, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“is this your coat, darling?” layla asks, pointing at katherine’s duffle coat. katherine nods again and layla helps her into it. she gathers enough agency to slip a pair of shoes on before layla brings her out to the car, helping her into the back seat.

“you sit tight, sweetheart,” layla smiles at her through the wing mirror. “you’ll see your mum in no time at all.”

katherine holds the bear close, imagining that she can smell jane’s vanilla soap in the fur, the entire ride. they pass the warehouse and katherine grows more concerned.

layla looks at her through the mirror and gives a sympathetic look. “one of my partners took your mum to the hospital.”

“the hospital?!” katherine squeaks. her voice is very, very high.

“just wanted to make sure everything is alright after all the chaos of the last few days. tend to her eye, fix the stitches in her finger,” layla says soothingly.

they pull to a stop in the hospital’s car park and katherine hears a familiar voice and sees a familiar poof of dark hair.

“they just called me,” parr says as she runs up to katherine. “i’m jane’s other emergency contact.” her voice softens. “she’s okay, kid.”

having parr there and hearing somebody she trusted say that jane was okay helps to reassure katherine slightly and she gives a shaky nod.

layla leads them both through the hospital entrance and parr wraps a comforting arm around katherine’s shoulders as they walk, letting katherine lean on her slightly. it doesn’t take long for them to get to the ward and there, sitting before them in a bed, is jane, currently in the middle of getting her stitches redone. she looks up as they approach and relief fills her features at the sight of katherine.

she had been wondering if and when katherine would show up. the doctor had called parr, she knew that, but she didn’t have a clue as to what had happened to katherine, especially with travis the madman hellbent on doing something.

she sees katherine fidgeting as she tries to wait patiently for the doctor to finish on her stitches, which doesn’t take all too long at all and she’s bandaged up just a minute later, before he and parr exit the room, leaving jane and katherine. jane looks at katherine with that same gentle and loving expression she always seems to have on order, waiting for katherine, shuffling around and clutching her bear, to make the first move, whatever it is.

“i-” katherine starts suddenly, then looks down at her shoes. “are you okay?” she mumbles.

“i’m fine, love,” jane says softly. “nothing that won’t heal within a few weeks, i promise.” she shifts slightly against the pillows to sit up properly. “are you okay, kat?”

katherine manages to hold it together for about three seconds before her face crumples and the tears force their way from her eyes. she shakes her head and jane opens her arms, katherine flying into them immediately.

“i was... so scared,” katherine sobs. “for you- for me.” she chokes out a wheezing breath and continues. “who was he?”

jane gives a soft sigh. “someone who was mad.” at katherine’s confused noise, jane continues, threading her fingers through kat’s hair comfortingly. “mad at me for getting our boss arrested. but don’t worry,” she hastily adds, “he, or any of them, won’t be coming near us anymore. ever again, i promise, kitty-kat.”

katherine gives a feeble whimper and jane holds her tightly. there’s a few minutes of silence before a light knock interrupts them.

“miss seymour?” layla pokes her head through the door. “this is for you.” she hands jane a white envelope, and she can clearly see ‘pay to the order of jane seymour’ through the paper.

jane opens the envelope, arms still wrapped around katherine. “kat,” she murmurs, “look at this.”

katherine twists in her arms, a confused expression on her face, but when she sees the contents of the envelope her eyes widen.

“what’s that?”

“my payment,” jane gives a small smile. “for helping the police take my boss down.” written on that little slip of paper there was enough money to pay the rent for this month, and even for the next two years if they only used it on the £200 rent increase each month.

katherine looks at the paper with wide eyes, hardly daring to believe it was real. “does this mean no more second job?” she asks in a tiny, broken voice.

jane kisses the top of her head. “no more second job. just the show.” she gives katherine a light jostle in her arms. “it’s just you and me, baby.”

katherine manages a smile before burying her face in jane’s shoulder again.

“just you and me,” she repeats quietly.

“that’s right, love,” jane soothes. “no more leaving in the morning, no more missing shows. everything’s going to be okay.” she kisses the top of katherine’s head again.

“it’s going to be okay, kitty-kat.”

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mimymomo · 6 years ago

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Parrlyn Date AU

Okay so this took me WAY longer than it should’ve taken but I finished it. Sorry it’s really long and kinda bad but it’s the first thing I’ve written for Six (I was originally too scared to write anything cause I thought I’d sound too American). But I tried! Here ParrxBoleyn because they’re too cute.

Anne Boleyn is crushing hard (read: in love with) on Catherine Parr. The only problem is she’s to she’s too scared to do anything about it (not that she ever admit that)

The rest of the girls excluding Parr can all tell and Boleyn’s failed attempts at flirting is DRIVING THE OTHERS INSANE

“I’m gonna kill them, Jane.”

“Catherine of Aragon you will not!”

“I’ll join you. I’ll grab Anne and you get Catherine, she’s smaller and most likely less resistant.”

“Anna of Cleves don’t you dare!”

Anne decides enough is enough and asks the other queens for date ideas

They suggest stuff like: go to the cinema and “Hold hands while reaching for the popcorn!” (Kitty’s idea), go out to eat at a fancy restaurant (Cleves idea), get yourself lost in an escape room forever (Catherine’s idea), get ice cream (Catherine’s 2nd idea after her initial idea was shut down) and take a walk through the park (Jane’s idea)

Anne decides to just do all of them (except the escape room thing).

But she’s still terrified that Catherine doesn’t feel the same way she does

So she decides that she’s not going to ask her out on a date: but stage a fake family outing instead

She enlists the help of the Katherine Howard to help her devise her plan: telling Parr that the group is going out to eat and seeing a movie on their day off but in reality, it’s just gonna be her and Anne

“Okay Kitty, first we’ll tell Catherine that we’re all going out to eat together as a family and seeing a movie afterward. Then I’ll set up the reservation. On the day of you guys tell her that other plans have come up and you can’t make it, so it’ll be just us two alone. Perfect plan!”

“Don’t you think you’re over complicating this? Like this seems kinda sleazy... Why don’t you just ask her out, you know regularly?”

“Because Katherine you never tell a girl you like her, it makes you look like an idiot!” (If you get that reference then gold star!)

They convince the other queens to go along with the scheme but it takes more effort to get some to agree than others, aka Jane and Aragon

(Katherine has to convince Jane by protesting that “its for true love Mum!” And Anne convinces Aragon by promising to stop pranking her for an entire month (she crossed her fingers though))

Anne gets Cleves to tell Parr the plan because she realizes very quickly that Howard is a terrible secret keeper

Cleves and Aragon help Anne pick out a date outfit while Howard and Jane go and help Parr

For Anne, they pick out a long semi see-through white button up shirt that she tucks into a pair of light blues skinny jeans and finishes the look with a black belt and her signature choker.

Anne refuses to button up the shirt any further than the button just below her bra.

Aragon protests this immensely.

Cleves slaps Aragon’s hand every time she tries to button up the shirt

They end up comprising and Anne buttons the shirt so her bra isn’t showing but still plenty of skin is exposed (cue Aragon praying in the corner)

The night arrives and Anne is (freaking out) in the bathroom

She starts to second guess if what she’s doing is really a good idea but it’s time to leave and too late to back out of it now.

Anne fixes her clothes and makeup - trading her signature red lipstick for a more nude pink color, hair still in her normal buns- then heads done the stairs

Anne waits for Catherine to show up and when she does she’s speechless: she’s wearing a dress, something very unusual for the girl who wore pants 90% of the time, the top a white short sleeve button up that’s tied into a bow at the bottom where it met with a long dark skirt with pale pastel pink and cream colored flowers printed on it. Her curly hair down and free instead of up in its usual ponytail.

“Hey, Anne I just got a message from Catherine and Anna saying they're stuck in traffic with Maria and the rest of band and can’t make it-“

“You're wearing a dress!”

“Yeah, Katherine insisted that I wear it. And I’m pretty sure she stole all my hairbands as well.”

“You look really pretty, I mean nice! You look pretty nice...”

Before Anne can embarrass herself any further, Jane comes out as planned and tell them that Katherine caught some kind of bug and is sick and says they’re gonna stay behind as well.

Catherine tries to them that they could reschedule but Jane cuts her off and tells her to go have fun, pushing them out the door (but not before handing them their coats, well at least Parr)

“It’s going to be chilly out tonight Anne!”

“I’ll be fine Jane!”

Anne turns back and sees Katherine standing at the top of the stairs giving her a thumbs up

Anne is now certain the day is gonna end in disaster

When they show up to the restaurant Anne goes up to the hostess and pretend to tell them to change the reservation

(she’s just checking in)

The beginning of the “not date” is kinda awkward as Anne has no fucking clue what to say but Catherine must be able to sense this as she takes over talking for a change

They order and everything is going pretty great until a waiter accidentally slips and spills burning hot food all over Anne’s shirt and chest.

Anne runs to the bathroom and Catherine runs in and helps her try and clean herself up which does entail Catherine wiping the open visible part of Anne’s chest

(Anne is sure she’s about to die a second time)

Anne is fine but the shirt, however, despite the effort, is completely ruined

Catherine runs out to the car and brings back her jacket that Jane had handed to her when they left and hands it to Anne

The jacket is slightly too small but it gets the job done. Plus Anne gets a giddy feeling in her stomach at the idea of walking around in Catherine’s jacket

‘It’s kinda like we’re dating-, nope Anne shut that idea down!’

The staff feels so bad about what happened that they offer to have the meal be free and bring them out a complimentary dessert something Anne is VERY happy about.

Next is the movies.

When they get there the movie they planned to see is sold out so they decide to watch a horror movie instead.

“Are you sure Anne? This one looks pretty scary.”

“Pssh, yeah right. I’ll be fine unless YOU want to go see something else, Catherine. Don’t worry babe, I’ll hold you when you get too scared.”

Anne eats her words.

Not even 30 minutes into the movie and Anne is scared poopless.

Luckily for them, the cinema they are at has reclining chairs and moveable armrests. Catherine reaches over and takes hold of Anne’s hand.

After a few more jump scares, Anne is fully entangled in Catherine’s arms, head tucked in the crook of her neck

“Look who’s holding who? So much for being my protector.”

“Oh shut it Catherine-aaahhhh shit!”

When the movie ends Anne is still shaken up (that thing was wayyy scarier than she could’ve predicted!) so Catherine continues to hold her hand

The night is still young so they stop at an ice cream shop

Anne gets a jumbo-sized cone while Catherine gets a sundae in a cup

They decide to take a walk through the park and of course because the day seems to apparently HATE Anne, she drops her ice cream after tripping over a rock

‘Maybe all this stuff happening to me today is just karma for forcing Catherine for going on this ‘not date’ with me?’

Catherine, the angel that she is, shares her sundae with Anne, each taking turns taking bites

They stop and eat at a park bench in fear of dropping the frozen treat.

When the finish they just sit and enjoy the night, the atmosphere and each other’s presence

“Thanks for doing all this with me Catherine.”

“Yeah, well this has definitely been one of, if not the, most eventful first date I’ve ever had.”

Anne nearly spits out her ice cream

“Wait, first date? You thought this was a date?”

“Was it not one?”

Freaking busted

Anne admits she planned the date from the beginning and had the other queens go along with it

Anne questions how Catherine figured out her plan. Catherine tells her she knew Anne had liked her for a while and that she other heard Anne talking about date ideas

“Plus Katherine and Jane randomly bursting into my room and insisting they should help me pick out my outfit for supposedly just a ‘family outing’ was pretty obvious.”

Catherine asks why Anne didn’t just ask her to go out on a date. Anne tells her that she wanted to make SURE that Catherine had a thing for her first

“For our next date Anne, can you just ask me normally? Please?”

“Ohh, so we’re going on a second date Cathy? I won you over with all my womanly charms?”

Catherine doesn’t dignify Anne with a verbal response instead pulling her in and kissing her

Then, of course, the sprinklers go off- which normally would be fine unless there was a rogue sprinkler spraying freezing cold water right in your direction

The two girls separate and Anne pulls Catherine up and the start dancing and laughing through the sprinkler

Jane at home feels her mom/‘some stupid mischief is happening’ senses go off

“You alright mum?”

“Yes, I just have the feeling Anne is doing something really stupid right now.”

The two girls walk back to the car dripping wet, hand and hand

“So this date wasn’t a complete bomb right?”

Catherine kisses Anne again, “gold star for Anne Boleyn.”

So that’s it!

Boleyn and Parr’s inspired outfits: here

link should be fixed now! Sorry about that

#six the musical #six #six musical #anne boleyn #catherine parr #catherine of aragon #anna of cleves #katherine howard #jane seymour #parrlyn

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