#aloysius castleroy

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💜Greer and Aloysius💜

A good ol’ he fell first, she fell harder trope

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[errruvande]

I love Lord Castleroy so much it pains me to know how he got played around by the protestants 😭 He's such a lovely man

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Waking up for the first time In your eyes I see my bloodline, your heart's on fire This heart's on fire

Aloysius Castleroy and Greer Castleroy

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Have been rewatching the first season of Reign and this just needs to be said...

The True Hunk of Season 1:

Try and change my mind, I dare you.

[kendalls-roy]

Unpopular Character Meme

↳ Favorite Underappreciated Recurring Character:  Aloysius Castleroy

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Lucky

A/N: This turned into a whole story?? WHA?? But I’m super happy about it! This story is my version of this post. Please! I’d still love to know what YOUR version would be! Shoot me an ask or comment and let me know! I have been in a super lovey dovey sappy mood lately and would love to share in it with anyone who’s up for it. Either way, I hope you get some joy from reading this story and that post. Also, I fudged the ages of Castleroy’s kids a bit to fit this story. Though through season two, we’re never told their ages! Also, as you can see, I used a lovely picture of Deano in the photoset because in my mind, he fits the role perfectly. :)

Pairing: Lord Aloysius Castleroy (Reign) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,135

Warnings: Talk of rough peasant life, reader has step-children, tw // food, FLUFF ALL THE FLUFFITY FLUFF

Summary: Check out this post!

You could have struggled through your entire life. You could have been sent to work for hours on end each day, only to perish from a single sparse harvest or plague. You could have been pushed on a man who only loved you for the sons you gave him. You could have been lonely.

But instead, you were quite lucky.

You met a man who didn’t care what others had to say about his life or his choices or his family. He didn’t listen to the whispers that followed him through the room when he asked you to dance and led you to the middle of the floor. Nor did he mind that even your presence at the gathering was a fortunate mistake or that you’d forgotten all the precise steps the moment he took your hand.

He only thought of the way your body relaxed against his, even with so few points of contact in the overly and cursedly appropriate dance. He fell for the stubborn lock of hair that always tickled your cheek no matter how you pinned it back, and he paid extra attention to your smile that only grew wider with each correct step. And when that light reached your eyes, he knew. He knew you were special. 

And when he showed you his kindness, his generosity, his bravery, and soon, his love, you then gladly accepted his marriage proposal. Immediately. 

Which is why you held no fear when he returned home from his business abroad and caught you teaching his children how to cook dinner for themselves. Anyone else would have shamed you- your own father would have beaten you- for attempting to teach the children of one of France’s most affluent men how to tend a fire or wash vegetables or set their own table. It was ludicrous.

To you, however, it was fun. And to the children- now your children- it was positively merry.

You asked the two boys to set the dining room table with whichever bowls caught their fancy from the cupboards. It only sent laughter bubbling through you when you saw them leave the kitchen with bits of cutlery and place ware from each of the home’s four dining and tea sets. But then again, you didn’t expect any less. You only hoped that you wouldn’t hear any crashing or shattering from the next rooms over.

Though you didn’t expect your oldest daughter to take any part in your little game, she begged you to show her how to knead and prepare the bread dough that had been left to rise in front of a sunny window. You divulged the secret tricks to tipping the delicate dough from the bowl and then beating everything but the yeast’s life out of it. She was an incredibly sharp girl and instantly took to what some may call the most difficult part of baking with quick skill. She even graced you with a genuine smile when she felt the dough transform into a ball of silk in her hands, and you didn’t hesitate to flick a finger full of flour onto her cheek as a reward.

Your youngest didn’t surprise you. While she was a bit different from her older siblings, she very much resembled you before you had found your place in life. Still, that knowledge did nothing to calm the swell of emotion that rose inside you when she clung to your apron skirts as soon as her brothers and sister scattered to their own work stations. 

       “Would you like to stay here and help me?” you asked her.

She nodded and slid up to the counter covered with raw vegetables. The center of her chest barely reached the wooden slab workspace, so you gave her a clean towel and asked her to dry the freshly washed carrots. As you peeled the potatoes, round, blue eyes like her father’s watched the knife swirl and slice in your calloused, well worked fingers. 

While you worked together, you told her stories of what it had been like to be a child on a farm. And as you chopped vegetables and she piled them into the large pot you’d placed on the floor in her reach, the both of you sang the songs of France that any little one, rich or poor, would know by heart.

       “Papa! Look!” was all she said before running to him and dragging him through the kitchen by the hand.

       “I see! You’ve been busy,” he said, picking her up and kissing her.

       “Yes,” she said. “And Gemma baked the bread and the boys set the table!”

       “Very good!” With a look to you, he added, “And brave.”

You smiled at him, doing a horrid job of hiding the roll of your eyes.

He kissed your cheek before following his children to the dining room and listening to each of them share their individual roles for the night. Their proud voices rang through the lower floor of the house as you continued your work, humming to yourself and swiping the last of the diced onions into the pot still on the floor. You wiped your hands, preparing to lift the large vessel onto the counter when your husband appeared and did it for you.

       “And where have all my helpers gone?” you asked.

       “I’ve sent them to bathe and dress for the special meal you all have prepared.” He rolled up his sleeves. “Though I, my love, am ever at your service.” 

You had him lift the jug of broth and pour the measured amount into the pot. Then, as you stirred the steaming soup, he stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Our youngest was very excited to tell me of your history with potatoes. And I believe there’s even a chance she may eat her carrots now that she knows how much work goes into growing them.” 

You leaned into his warmth. “I thought it right they know where I came from and what you’ve done for me.”

He kissed your skin. “You’re right. They should know how strong and brilliant their new mother is.”

You turned into his embrace, struggling to speak through the lump in your throat and the tightness in your chest, and held his face as you kissed him. “I’m very happy,” you said against his lips. He understood the many meanings behind the statement.

       “As am I.”

       “I’m glad you’re home.”

He held out his hand to you. “What do you say we bathe you and get you dressed for the delicious dinner you’ve prepared. And I can show you just how glad I am to be home.”

You took his arm and he led you upstairs to your shared chambers where he, as always, spoiled you rotten.

Yes, you were very lucky.

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back on m’reign nonsense again

i braved the greer/castleroy breakup scene twice today just to try to process it in my brain as reality since i didn’t back when it first aired in 2017, but sorry, cannot do it, cannot believe it. it is hard to imagine a way they could have done it weirder and worse! i guess the only thing i like about it is that castleroy did not, in fact, die in frightful agonies in order for the show to extract him from greer’s life, as we all predicted for years on end. but also: karen????? was this supposed to turn into a storyline where castleroy has a secret evil twin brother who’s out to ruin his life? (which would, indeed, be very reign-y, and frankly, i’m down with it for hypothetical season five.) you expect me to believe that aloysius peppercorn castleroy would be like “pfft, whatevs, i’m sick of you” when lovely greer is like, “oh my darling, i’m so happy to see you! please tell me what’s wrong! i’m so worried about you!”? nah, dude.

what -- pray tell -- gives?

[marinad3lrey]

Highland Games S4E5

Layout Credit: @alwayscalculating ENGLAND •MIA this week FRANCE • Welp Luc/Claude lasted about 5 seconds • THAT RING THO 💍 • I need a parallel of Narcisse/ Catherine barging into their children's room (x) • Narcisse walking into their room reminded me of Mean Girls • I am in LOVE with Luc Narcisse "I didn't know until now" "I am a good man" "I will tell Claude and release him" • 2 or 3 kids! Sign me up! • All the Claude/Leith scenes kill me because I know Luc is somewhere sad 😭 • "Don't let Claude go" FIGHT for her Luc! You deserve happiness too! • I don't know what's crazier Luc suggesting an open marriage or Leith not wanting it. I mean they were kissing in public.....

SCOTLAND • sarcasm Whaaaaaat! Lord Darnley started that fire. I had no idea. 🙃 • No Greer/James scene this time around 😢 • I feel James/Emily scene was forced? He just didn't seem into it then was like what the heck? Why not? • James isn't the Loyal Watchman. Me: Are you sureeeee? Unless it's from England or Bash? • Lord Darnley hit my son! • Castleroy fell in love with another & is leaving Greer. Well I didn't see that coming. • Mary went from calling Lord Darnley to Henry. "I do have a name" • Mary/Henry are engaged

Is it just me but I was really sad when the cast didn't have a viewing party on IG 😔

NEXT EPISODE PROMO: England will do anything to sabotage Mary/Henry. Meg Follows directs! Lots of Mary/Henry.

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I was tagged by @hvitserkk 💕

list 10 of your favourite characters in 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people!

aka for me, a collection of the purest cinnamon rolls on earth (most of whom get screwed over by writers), in no particular order..

1) anne hale (salem)

2) wells jaha (the 100)

3) neal cassidy (once upon a time)

4) tiberias "cal" calore (red queen)

5) dorothy "dot" williams (miss fishers murder mysteries)

6) aloysius castleroy‎ (reign)

7) peeta mellark (the hunger games)

8) betty cooper (archie comics but also riverdale)

9) eliza schuyler hamilton (hamilton)

10) jane bennet (pride & prejudice)

instead of actually tagging people (i’m lazy) i’m just gonna say anyone who sees this and wants to do it, I tag you :*

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[angededesespoir]

A round of applause for Lord Aloysius Castleroy, a truly generous, kind gentleman (at least ‘til this point; I don’t know about after yet) who seems to actually care about his bride-to-be and the women in her family.

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[marinad3lrey]

What the hell?! Aloysius/Greer are having problems.....whats the point of having Greer say, “I won’t abandon him, ever” if she’s going to hook up with James (the most likely choice atm). Can we leave one ship alone.