#bonfire night

[cringengl]

Happy November 5th!!

[ayeforscotland]

I don’t think fireworks should be available to the general public.

[baltharino]

V For Vendetta (2005) Dir. James McTeigue

[frumpkingoesfurrst]

[inkprilled]

It's bonfire night. Remember remember the fifth of November. Remember a failed Act of rebellion: I remember my only act of purposeful destruction, of physical rebellion. I was 12 or 13 and you had let him back in the house again, you invited him in with a smile and avoided my eyes. So I threw a vase down the stairs, I wanted your attention, I wanted you to see that shattered vase and realise I was breaking apart. I didn't break it out of anger, I broke it in despair and desperation. I thought if I break this you'll wake up, you'll believe me. But you mocked it and laughed with him instead. Maybe you where so broken at that point, so broken that shards of porcelain and glass only looked like soft disagreement. Maybe you needed him to fill your cracks with his sharp edges.

[halloweentrickortreat]

[klavierpanda]

Happy parliament was almost blown up day

[theeroticlover]

Let there be fire within us....

[pseudowho]

Remember, remember, the 5th of November,

Gunpowder, treason and plot.

I know of no reason,

Why the gunpowder treason,

Should ever be forgot.

For anyone who doesn't know, in the UK every year, we celebrate the anniversary of Guy Fawkes' failed attempt to assassinate the whole House of Lords by blowing up Parliament (i.e. Westminster/Big Ben).

I can hear the fireworks as we speak. There will be much 'burning the Guy' on the bonfires. Guy Fawkes died a grisly death at the hands of our aristocratic masters.

And yet, as in V For Vendetta...many in the country wonder why we celebrate the survival of the Lords.

REVOLUTION!

Love,

-- V xxx

[liv-log]

the US may have independence day, but us brittish people have bonfire night on the 5th of november, and its amazing.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Firework Night.

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authors note - hi everyone. long time no see. 🙈 work has been cramping up all of my time so haven’t really had much time to write for all of you, but im back and hope that you all enjoy this little bit of fluff.

word count - 1.1k

in which, some school friends of harry’s is hosting a firework display round his house, and thought it would be nice to invite harry and the family, the wife is over the moon and the little one is awestruck.

“H, the fireworks are about to start, are the girls coming outside or not?”

Daniel, Harry’s friend from school, his kids were already seated on fold-up chairs on the lawn, bundled up in thick jackets and scarves, eyes turned eagerly to the sky. They looked wide-eyed and chattering with anticipation, the soft buzz of their excitement filling the crisp evening air.

Harry smiled at Dan and said, “I’ll go inside and see what’s keeping them.”

He slipped back into the warm glow of the house, his footsteps soft as he walked toward the living room.

There you were, seated comfortably on the sofa, laughing at something Daniel’s wife had just said. A half-full glass of red wine rested in your hand, and your almost two-year-old son sat happily on your lap, his chubby fingers fiddling with the necklace around your neck.

The moment was pure and peaceful, and Harry couldn’t help but pause for a second, watching you both.

At the sound of his footsteps, you glanced up, your face lighting up with a warm smile.

“Hey, honey,” you adressed softly.

Harry grinned, crossing the room to stand beside you.

“Y’know, the fireworks are about to start. The others are already outside waiting,” he said, giving you a playful look.

You chuckled, shifting your son slightly in your lap as he tugged on your necklace.

“Is that his polite way of saying we’re taking too long?” you teased.

Daniel’s wife laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, definitely. He’s been pacing around for ages, checking the time like he’s orchestrating the New Year’s Eve show or something.”

Harry chuckled, leaning down to gently tousle his son’s hair. “What do y’think, little man? Should we go outside and see some fireworks?”

Your son looked up, eyes wide, and gave a little squeal, clapping his hands. You laughed, setting your wine glass down and lifting him up as you stood.

“All right, seems like he’s on board!” you said with a grin, shifting him to your hip.

Harry reached out, brushing a hand over your shoulder. “Let’s not keep the crowd waiting, then.”

As the three of you headed toward the garden, Harry noticed the little pair of earmuffs sitting on the breakfast bar—the ones you’d brought to protect your son’s ears from the loud bangs of the fireworks. Pausing, he grabbed them and held them up, grinning as he crouched down to his son’s level.

“Hey, buddy, these are for you,” Harry said, gently slipping the earmuffs over your son’s tiny ears.

Immediately, he scrunched up his face and tried to pull them off, his little fingers gripping at the edges.

“Nooo,” he murmured, wiggling uncomfortably.

“Oh, come on, buddy,” Harry coaxed, holding his son’s hands gently to stop him from yanking them off. “They’re going to make everything a bit quieter so the big bangs don’t hurt your ears, yeah?”

Your son looked up at Harry, eyes curious but still doubtful, his lip jutting out in a small pout.

“Bang?” he repeated, his gaze darting between you and Harry.

You crouched down beside him, nodding with an encouraging smile. “Yes, there’ll be big fireworks going bang up in the sky. But these,” you tapped the earmuffs, “will keep your ears nice and safe.”

Harry grinned, nodding as he pointed up toward the darkening sky. “Exactly! Y’going to see all these amazing colors and lights, and with these on, you won’t have to hear all the loud noises. S’like magic glasses, but for your ears.”

Your son gave him a skeptical look but stopped pulling at the earmuffs, his curiosity about the fireworks slowly winning him over.

“Ye?” he murmured, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

“Yeah,” Harry replied, giving him an enthusiastic nod. “Y’going to love it, mate. You’ll be just like the big kids, sitting out there waiting for the fireworks.”

Finally, your son relaxed, his fingers loosening their grip on the earmuffs as he gave a small, approving nod.

“Good boy,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead before lifting him back onto your hip.

As the three of you stepped outside, Dan spotted you and called out, “All set? Looks like someone’s ready to see some fireworks!”

Harry laughed, giving Dan a thumbs-up. “Oh, he’s all set now—.”

Dan chuckled, nodding toward his own kids who were still bouncing in their seats. “You’ve got the right idea. Wish I’d thought of that when these two were little. Last year, my youngest nearly jumped out of his chair with every bang!”

Your son’s gaze darted from Dan’s kids to the sky, a mix of awe and anticipation on his face as he nestled his head against your shoulder, clearly both excited and a bit unsure.

“Don’t worry, bud,” Harry whispered, patting his back. “I’ll be right here with ye. And remember, the big bangs are just part of the fun!”

Just then, a spark shot up into the sky, and a brilliant red firework burst overhead, filling the night with light.

Your son’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open as he watched, completely mesmerized.

The first firework soared into the sky with a faint whistle before bursting into a massive spray of red and gold, illuminating the entire garden in its warm, shimmering glow.

Trails of sparkling light cascaded downward, like glittering waterfalls suspended in the air. A hush fell over everyone as their eyes followed the brilliant tendrils spreading across the night sky.

The colors lingered just long enough to leave a trace on their retinas, and then slowly faded, leaving an excited anticipation for the next explosion of color and light.

“Wowww!” he whispered, eyes never leaving the sky.

Harry’s grin grew wider, and he looked over at you, sharing a quiet, joyful moment. You leaned your head against his shoulder, your son’s small, chubby hands holding onto you as his wide eyes took in the show.

In that moment, everything felt perfect—the simplicity of being together, surrounded by friends and family, all watching the sky light up.

Moments later, the sky was alive again—a sequence of emerald greens, deep purples, and electric blues crackled and popped, each firework larger and more vivid than the last.

One rocket spiraled upward and burst into a vast chrysanthemum of golden stars, which then rippled outward and slowly dissolved, like tiny, flickering embers.

The air was filled with the rich scent of smoke and gunpowder, and the distant thud of each firework sent a shiver through the crowd.

Each explosion left the sky momentarily empty, only for another to replace it, casting everyone's faces in brilliant, shifting hues that painted the night in wonder.

[seoll3miwrites]

Fireworks | Y/N x Ahkmenrah

Masterlist British!Reader is feeling homesick without celebrating Bonfire night. After confiding in Ahkmenrah, he seeks help from the others to make sure they don't miss out on their favourite holiday (WC: 2334) AN: I wrote this in basically a day so apologies if it's not super polished.

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Y/N had been working as a night guard for the museum of natural history for a little over six months now. They’d moved to New York from the UK a year ago to attend NYU studying archeology. So when they were desperate for money and they found out the local museum had an open position, they happily took it.

The job did take some adjusting, especially when on their first night they came face to face with a moving t-rex skeleton, but thankfully, with the help of Larry and the other exhibits, they slowly became apart of their mismatched family.

It was notable that over the last six months Y/N had grown closest to Ahkmenrah. Not only due to their closeness in age but also their shared interest in history. Most nights Y/N could be found walking with Ahkmenrah, either listening to his stories or catching him up on recent history.

It was now November, Halloween had just passed, and Y/N was feeling unusually more homesick than usual. Instead of listening emotively to Ahkmenrah’s stories, they simply hummed in acknowledgement. She’s so caught up in her homesick melancholy that she fails to notice that he’s stopped speaking.

"Y/N, are you alright?” He nudged her gently as he asked. “You seem distant this evening?”

"Sorry, it’s silly, really.”

"Are you sure? You don't seem alright," he says quietly, his crystal eyes watching you. "You never ignore me."

“Oh Ahkmen, I’m so sorry!” Their face suddenly filled with emotion. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

He shook his head at her apologies and stepped forward to hold their hand. "No, it’s fine, Y/N, but what’s wrong?”

“I’m just missing the UK this time of year.”

Ahkmenrah's eyes soften as he takes your hand. "I understand. It is okay to miss your home." He says quietly. He looks up at you, and he can tell that the homesickness that you're feeling is a very heavy thing.

He gently squeezes your hand. "Do you talk to your family back in England?" He gives a thoughtful glance before looking back up at you.

“It’s not that; I spoke to them just this morning, but..." Y/N pauses for a moment before continuing, “I kinda miss the fireworks.”

His brows furrow slightly in confusion. “Fireworks?”

“Every year in the UK we set off fireworks and make bonfires on the Fifth of November.” They begin to explain, “We call it Bonfire or Guy Fawkes night.”

The confusion is now replaced with wide-eyed curiosity; his eyes sparkle with interest as he speaks, “That sounds wonderful, so you celebrate with fireworks?”

Y/N nodded, happy with Akhmenrah’s genuine interest. “Um yeah, it’s a way to commemorate when Guy Fawkes failed to blow up parliament in 1605.”

Ahkmenrah raises his eyebrows. He seems more intrigued than ever at this point. "A failed attack on a government.. so you celebrate?" he says, almost in awe at the idea. "How exciting!"

“Yeah, although like most holidays we mainly use it as an excuse to get stinking drunk.” They laughed quietly at their own joke, “But my parents and I used to always go see a fireworks show every year.”

“Did you do anything else?” He asked, still curious, to which Y/N’s asked sparkled before they spoke. The two then spent the rest of the night talking about different traditions and foods that bonfire night often had. They also discussed different holidays Akhmenrah would celebrate during his life in Ancient Egypt.

Eventually, the sun began to rise and the two had to part, but not before Y/N escorted him back to his tomb. “I’ll see you tonight, Akhmen.”

“See you tonight, Y/N.” He replied, but he looked as if he wanted to keep talking, making Y/N confused, but she didn’t have time to reply as the sarcophagus closed and the tablet glowed once more.

Y/N sighed before gently tapping on the sarcophagus and whispered the one thing they could never say during the night, “I love you...” before stepping away and heading back home.

The next night, Larry greeted them with a favour: "Listen, could you just keep an eye on the minis tonight? They’ve been whispering, and I got a feeling they're planning something.”

“Sure, no worries.” They ended up spending their whole night with Jedediah and Octavius. Y/N took them to the projection room and let them pick any movies to watch; they ended up picking The Lord of the Rings trilogy.

By the time Sunrise was close, they had only just finished the second film, and with a promise to watch the third movie, the two let Y/N carry them back to their exhibits. Once they had finished closing their assigned exhibits, Y/N made their way to the museum lobby.

As they walked down the stairs, Y/N paused as they spotted Ahkmenrah and Larry talking in hushed tones and looked at something on Larry’s laptop. The two hadn’t noticed Y/N as they slowly walked closer to the two.

“What are you boys whispering about?” They asked, causing the two men to jump slightly at the sudden voice. Larry quickly shut the laptop, looking incredibly awkward at being caught.

“Ah, Y/N. We were just... discussing some work stuff. Nothing important.” The older nightguard spoke rapidly, not sounding convincing at all. He glanced at the young pharaoh to back him up, who proceeded to nod while smiling a bit too widely.

“Uh Huh…” Y/N spoke with their arms crossed, clearly not believing them. “You guys are keeping something from me, and I’m gonna find out, but it’s close to sunrise, so it can wait.” 

Ahkmenrah squirms a little under your scrutinising gaze. Larry, still looking sheepish, scratches the back of his neck. "Right. Yes. Sunrise." He agrees quickly. "Everything can wait." After a moment, he nudges Ahkmenrah, who hasn't spoken yet.

The Egyptian Pharaoh coughs and composes himself quickly. "Yes, yes. Sunrise," he said as his face went back to the usual cool and calm look.

Y/N smiled at the Ahkmenrah fondly before gently grabbing his arm and saying, “Come on, I’ll get you settled back in your room.”

Ahkmenrah doesn't look so tense anymore after seeing their smile. Once they grab his arm, he lets out a quiet breath and relaxes a little. "Thank you," he mumbles under his breath and lets Y/N lead him back to his exhibit.

As they led him, Y/N started to talk. There's no specific topic to their rambling, but it helps distract Akhmenrah from the inevitability that soon he’ll be in the sarcophagus once again. When they arrive in front of his exhibit, Y/N feels him tense next to them and gently guides him towards the sarcophagus.

“It’s okay, we’ll be right here for you when you wake up,” they try to comfort him as he lowers himself into his tomb.

He lays down in his sarcophagus and gives them a small nod, a silent thank you. "I trust that you will," he murmurs as his chest rises and falls with calm breaths.

As Y/N looks at him, their mind runs on autopilot and, without thinking, reaches down and places a soft kiss on his forehead. Realising what they’ve done, Y/N pulls away wide-eyed, "Sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

Ahkmenrah is still stunned for a moment, his face red. "I-" he stutters slightly, trying to organise his thoughts. "No, it's alright," he manages, his voice trembling a little from the unexpected gesture.

Before they could reply, they spotted the tablet begin to slowly glow. With a sigh, they turned back to Ahkmenrah and said, "Sorry, it’s sunrise; I need to close this.”

Ahkmenrah reluctantly nods, his face still a little flustered from the kiss. The tablet's glow grows brighter as the sun rises. "Yes, of course," he mumbles, his voice slightly hushed.

He takes a deep breath before speaking again, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in his voice. "I'll see you tonight then."

“See you tonight.” With that, Y/N pushed the sarcophagus closed and waited until the glowing ended before heading home. As they walked down New York Street, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder exactly what Larry and Ahkmenrah were whispering about; they made a mental note to ask on their next shift.

Yet when they arrived the next evening, Y/N was confused to find the main lobby entirely empty, even despite the fact they’d arrived over thirty minutes late.

“Hello?” They called out as their voice echoed around the museum, “Where is everyone?”

Still no response, causing Y/N to sigh slightly. Suddenly the sounds of footsteps approaching caused them to tense as possibility spread through their head, What if there thrives in the museum? What if they’d stolen the tablet?

As the footsteps grew closer, Y/N hid behind the desk while clutching their torch like a weapon, ready to strike. They heard the person stop in front of the desk, causing Y/N to jump up and swing. Only to be stopped by an outstretched hand and a loud voice yelling their name.

“Atilla?” Y/N’s eyes were wide as they realised who they’d nearly attacked. “I’m sorry, I thought you were an intruder.”

He replied in Hun and a small pat on their left shoulder to indicate no harm was done before holding his hand out. Y/N took his hand and allowed him to take them to the new planetarium that had been built a month ago. They stood outside for a moment before the doors swung open.

Y/N gasped as she saw how the room was decorated with various streamers and balloons and spotted the rest of the museum happily partying with each other.  Everyone is having a great time, and the room is filled with music and laughter. Larry, among the others, is near the centre holding up a drink. He sees you and waves.

"Ah, Y/N!" Larry calls out. "There you are! Was starting to worry you weren't coming." He gestures to the surroundings. "What do you think? Pretty neat, huh?”

They approach him slowly, still taking in the surroundings. “Larry? What on earth is going on?”

“We’re celebrating bonfire night!” He exclaimed excitedly while handing her a drink, “I think we got most of it right but added our own American twist, you know?”

“How did you even know about this?” Y/N asked, to which Larry simply pointed to a corner where they could see Ahkmenrah talking to Sacagawea and Teddy.

They left Larry at the bar with a polite wave and made their way over to the trio. Ahkmenrah’s eyes instantly locked onto them when he saw them approaching. “Y/N! You finally made it!”

“Did you do all this for me?” They asked while smiling brightly.

"Yes! Yes, I did," he replies enthusiastically. "Larry and the others helped, of course. But I wanted tonight to be special for you."

His eyes sparkle as he looks at you, happy to see your reaction to his efforts. "Do you like it?"

“Like it?” Y/N began while looking around again in wonder, "Ahkmen, I love it!”

“You do?” He asked, to which Y/N nodded, "Well, there’s more to come still; in fact, it should be starting in just a minute.”

“What’s starting?”

Instead, he grabbed their hand and led them to a specific spot. “It’s a surprise, but follow me; I know the perfect spot to watch.”

Before Y/N could ask another question, the main lights dimmed, leaving them in darkness. They looked up as the constellations began to move, gently dancing for a moment before one of them exploded into a dazzling display of colours.

Y/N’s eyes widened in recognition before they looked at Ahkmenrah and whispered, “Fireworks...”

“Larry said we couldn’t get real ones, but I thought this would be a good alternative.” He explained, watching as they smiled brightly, their face illuminated by the beautiful light show.

Feeling incredibly proud, he takes Y/N’s hand and stands beside them, watching the animated sky with them. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." He mumbled quietly and squeezed their hand.

Y/N continued to watch the fireworks, but as the display neared its end, they turned toward the young pharaoh. “Could I do something a little crazy?”

Ahkmenrah tilts his head a little and smiles, intrigued and curious about their question. "Of course, Y/N, what is it?"

Instead of answering, Y/N slowly reached a hand out to caress his cheek. They looked into his eyes for a moment before reaching forward and gently placing their lips on his. Ahkmenrah freezes for a moment, stunned by their action, but then he slowly blinks and closes his eyes.

In the dim light of the planetarium, he gently returns the kiss, his lips moving gently against theirs. After a moment, he hesitantly wraps his arms around them to pull them closer, his fingers lightly tracing along their back.

The two only pull away once a cacophony of cheers and clapping surrounds them. Y/N quickly hides their blushing face in Ahkmenrah's chest when they turn and see all their friends congratulating them for finally taking the next step.

Y/N feels his chest move as he chuckles softly before pulling them closer. “Thank you, my friends, but I think we should get back to the party.”

With his kind but commanding words, the rest of them quickly began to party once more, but not without a suggestive whistle from a certain cowboy.

They pull away from his chest slightly before speaking, “Thank you, Ahkmen, for all of this.”

"I wanted to make this special for you, and it was worth the wait," he says softly and gives their forehead a light kiss. “Shall we get back to the party?”

“Lead the way.” Y/N replied, allowing him to lead them by the waist to join their friends on the dance floor.

In that moment, finally being with the person they cared about most as their friends danced around them, Y/N realised they hadn’t thought of home once. Even if for a moment, Akhmenrah had healed their homesickness, and they couldn’t be happier.

[baltharino]

V For Vendetta (2005) Dir. James McTeigue

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

I do love how America’s having a presidential election on the day Britains celebrating someone trying to blow up parliament 419 years ago

[zosa95]

[useless-englandfacts]

one detail that’s too often left out of the narrative of bonfire night is that when guy fawkes was first arrested he gave the authorities the most pathetic excuse for a fake name ever when he told them that he was called john johnson