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a timeless encounter
a/n: this is my first Leopold Mountbatten fic you guys !! i’m rlly excited but disappointed bc i haven’t seen a lot of fics under this tag :( im sad cause he’s my dream man and i NEED more of him (that’s why i made this 😋) anyways lovelies, as always i take requests but lemme know what you think💕
summary: as the owner of a small cafe in New York that you hate, you don’t expect anybody to change your mind. But the strange-dressed man who wonders into the cafe one day may change your mind…
warnings: Leopold Mountbatten x f! reader, southern! reader, not spellchecked
The line in the cafe is piled up. When you hear the bell ding tediously, announcing another customer, you almost groan. You keep your head positioned on the lady in front of you, half listening as she drones on about what she got last time.
You continue conversing, almost forgetting about the person who just walked in, when an accented voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
“Good day. I am Sir Leopold Mountbatten. How do you do?”
Your head turns to the side as you look to him. Surprised that he has walked to the front of the line, skipping about 10 waiting people, you almost scoff.
When you glance at him more closely and notice the strange clothes he’s wearing, your eyebrows crease. When he introduces himself and asks you, how do you do?, confusion rises to your face.
Keeping a calm, but confused face, you go to respond. “I’m sorry sir, there is a very long line of people waiting. Do you mind going to the back and waiting your turn?”
Leopold looks around, realizing the error he made. He turns back towards you with a sheepish expression on his face. "I apologize, I was not paying due attention."
He glances around, noticing the queue of people waiting. "It appears there are quite a few individuals waiting in line. I shall take my place at the end of the line. Do forgive my oversight."
You nod your head in confusion, agreeing to whatever he’s saying so he listens to you. You watch as he retreats to the back of the line. Shall? Do forgive? You think in your head as you question his strange choice of language. It’s nothing like the people in New York. You were lucky if you even got a thank you, which is nothing like the south, where you were raised.
Meanwhile you continue helping the female customer who’s still gabbing on about what drink she got from the menu last time. Still your mind wonders to the strange man who walked through the cafe doors.
Leopold patiently waits in line, studying the establishment with a mixture of curiosity and wonder, taking in the scents of hot drinks, the lone woman behind the counter.
As he waits, he can’t help but wonder what you think of him, your confusion evident in your expression. He glances at you every now and then, waiting for his turn to approach the counter.
Nodding as the woman finally decides what she wants, you move to take the next customer’s order. You continue this until the line dwindles down, the next person in line being the strange man.
Putting a small smile on your face, you’re sure he can read that it’s not entirely genuine due to your stressed and frazzled appearance.
“Hey sir, what can I get for you today?”
The strange man—Leopold was his name, right?—glances at you with a kind smile. “Good day. I shall have a cup of your finest black tea please, if you would be so kind.”
He glances across the counter to you, taking in your stressed appearance, his expression betraying a hint of concern.
You nod and jot down the order on your frayed notebook before telling him the total. He reaches into his pocket, retrieving a few coins to pay for the tea.
Looking up to him, your mind is baffled with curiosity and wonder. He notices your confusion and gives you a small questioning smile. Your mouth moves before your brain can tell it to stop.
“You’re not from around here, are you?”
His eyebrows furrow in surprise before he clears his throat gently. “Indeed, I travel from afar. I hail from the city of Albany originally... Why do you ask?"
Your eyebrows raise in surprise as you turn around to prepare the tea on the counter behind you. Glancing over your shoulder absentmindedly but still curious, you respond.
“The clothes. Oh and the accent. But you do know Albany’s the capital of New York? So that wouldn’t make you a traveler from ‘afar’… Or British.”
Leopold chuckles at your abruptness, amused by your observation. You zone in on his face, the small crinkle of crows feet in the corners of his eyes as he smiles widely. "Ah yes, my attire. I am quite well aware of Albany's status as the capital of New York. I was referring to the era I originate from. I hail from the year...”
He pauses, a little uncomfortable as the next words come out of his mouth. You urge him on silently, turning from preparing the tea to instead lean against the counter.
He continues with a slight gulp, “—1876. That is what I meant by saying I am not from around here."
Your body pauses as you lean against the counter. Hoping to not show a reaction, you go back to the forgotten tea, starting to pour it. Your mind is reeling, wondering if he’s being truthful or if he’s just a strange crackhead that managed to wander in.
Blinking a couple times, you place the pot down once you are finished pouring and turn to him incredulously. “1876. You’re from 1876.”
Leopold stands straighter at this, wanting to see your reaction and more importantly wanting to see if you’ll believe him. He tries to put on an easy smile, boarderline smirk to suppress his nerves. “Indeed, I am. I assume you do not believe me, my lady?”
Blinking rapidly, you turn back around to grab the ceramic teacup from the other counter. Grabbing it and placing it in front of him, your voice almost wobbles as you place your hands on your hips.
“You’re not goin’ through some sort of psychosis or somethin’, right? Or you’re not like a really good street performer in character?”
Leopold takes the mug daintily from the counter, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip as he nods. He hums as he takes his first sip of the tea, almost distracted by how good it is. “No, my lady. I assure you I am neither a person dealing with mental illness nor a skillful street performer. I am very much real, and am not pretending in the slightest. I can provide you with further proof if you require it.”
A teasing scoff comes out of your mouth before you can stop it. A small smile appears on your face as you cross your arms. “I don’t need your whole life story, hon. I just met you.”
Leopold nods a little, the tips of ears ears almost reddening as he almost doesn’t catch your teasing tone. When it registers, he can almost scoff at your comment, but can’t help himself from smiling at your wit.
You glance down at the glass counter, an idea popping in your head before you can stop it. Before your brain can tell your body to stop, you bend down and grab a blueberry muffin. Placing it on a small plate, you hand it to him with a soft smile. “Well I’ve always wanted a man from the 19th century to try my desserts. On the house.”
He accepts the blueberry muffin with a gracious nod. “I appreciate your generosity, my lady. However, I must insist you allow me to pay for it. It doesn’t seem right, accepting something ‘on the house.’”
You shake your head, biting your lip to hold back a giggle. Smiling widely at him, you lean back on the counter. “Please just take the muffin and sit down…”
Leopold takes his muffin, tea, and your instruction to sit down, and finds an empty table in a quiet corner of the cafe. He sits down, taking a moment to examine the surroundings, his eyes landing on you, busy at work at the counter.
Looking down at the muffin, Leopold’s stomach grumbles in response to the delicious scent wafting up to him. He takes a small bite, the sweetness of the blueberry muffin filling his mouth. He lets out a satisfied hum, savoring the taste.
Now wiping down the counters, you watch the customers eat peacefully as the full cafe comes to a lull. You turn to restock inventory and leisurely take customer orders, almost forgetting the strange man supposedly from 1876.
Glancing down at the wall clock that’s nudged in the cozy wall of the cafe, you sigh knowing that you need to clean this entire place before you can go home. While you know working at the cafe may be a dream for some people, you are too busy with the hope for something better.
Owning this cafe was just a enclosed way for your late father to trap you. After he passed, he left it to you instead of your mother. Since they had been divorced for a while it made sense, but it was his last wish to spite her. Now this place is just a constant reminder of the crippling debt, unpaid loans, and quitting employees he left.
Taking out your troubles on the counters as you go back to wiping, you barely notice a pair of eyes on you. Leopold watched you as you work, observing your routine in the cafe. The slight tick of his pocket watch indicates that it's getting late. He takes another sip of his tea, watching as the last few customers start to trickle out of the cafe. Once they're gone, he steps back up to the counter.
"Excuse me, my lady. You'll be closed soon, yes?"
Emerging from around the counter, you pass him and walk to the space filled with tables. You move gracefully, picking up empty dishes and cups that people have left. Leopold walks behind you, watching as you gather the dishes.
His mind urges him to take the dishes from your hands, anything to help make it easier for you. He stills, patiently waiting for his answer while holding his hands out to assist you. Absentmindedly you nod, not noticing his outstretched hands.
“Yep, in about 20 minutes.”
He nods, clearing his throat gently. His eyebrow raises curiously before answering. “I see. And you’ll be closing up and cleaning by yourself? Where is your waitstaff?” You sigh, your chest rising and falling with exhaustion before answering with a teasing lift.
“No waitstaff, I own it. Currently taking applications though if your friends from the 19th century wanna help out…”
A small smile played on Leopold’s lips at your comment as he let out a small chuckle. Your eyes lift to his, listening to the deep rumble of his chuckle. Through his small laugh he responds, “I doubt any of my acquaintances from the 19th century would be able to assist even if they wanted to. Their knowledge certainly won't be up to standard here."
You nod with a small smile on your own lips, noticing as the plates start to get heavier in your arms. You adjust them, wanting to continue your easy conversation with Leopold, but he easily notices your discomfort. He steps closer, his arms outstretched.
"Might I offer my assistance, my lady?"
Your arms, filled to the brim with dishes, quake. Before you even nod your head, he moves to take the dishes from your hands. The huge pile of dishes seem almost small in his huge hands. You have to stop yourself from gawking down at them, instead moving to a small closed door that leads to the kitchen.
Turning slightly to the man with a smile, you try to open the small doorway wide so he can get in easily. The door sticks, giving you a hard time as you try to open it. You speak over your shoulder to him, half embarrassed and half frustrated.
“Thank you so much—I’m sorry, this ole thing gets stuck all the time and it’s annoying when you carrying a load’a dishes.”
Leopold just nods, a patient smile on his face as he waits. You open the door with a harsh pull as you open it enough for him to pass. He looks to you with a question and you guide him to the sink where the dishes go. After he sets down the dishes, his eyes remain on you, an earnest and determined expression on his face.
"Is there anything else I can assist with? I am at your disposal, my lady."
You almost flush at his words, used to honey, ma’am, and even sugar from your hometown, but my lady seeming completely different. Wiping your hands on your worn apron, you shake your head with a smile.
“My lady, huh? You sure do know how to make a lady feel special… But no, I got it. You should be focusin’ on how to get back to the 19th century. Seems a more pressin’ situation to get back to where you’re from..”
Leopold grins at your response, standing with his hands clasped behind his back as he listens to you. He question softly, his eyes fixed on you.
“Perhaps it is a pressing matter to get back to one’s home, but what about yourself? Earlier this evening, you asked about my own accent, but now I am wondering about yours.”
Turning away from him, you go to the large sink. You turn on the water, starting to wash the dishes, not noticing Leopold coming beside you. You stare down at the dishes as you respond, “I’m from Georgia.”
He nods, humming with sincerity. He goes to open his mouth to ask another question, but you turn to him, holding up a soapy hand to stop him. “Y’know you don’t have to stay here, I can’t pay you. You should be goin’ on your way.”
He shakes his head with a neutral smile on his face. He stands with his hands clasped behind his back as he leans forward towards you. “Perhaps. However, I simply cannot leave you to close and clean the cafe by yourself. It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me.”
You wipe your hands on your apron and they find their way to your hips. Your southern accent slips out heavily, frustration evident. “I assure you, I’m fine. You should be goin’ on your way Mr...” You pause, hoping for him to repeat his name.
“—Sir Leopold Mountbatten.” Leopold raises an eyebrow at your stubborn insistence, amused by your southern character. He continues, his voice lifting with a smile.
“And I have no doubt you can handle closing up on your own, my lady. But that does not mean you should have to.” He pushes off the doorframe, taking a step closer to you.
"Please, allow me to help. I cannot leave knowing you'll be here for the next few hours, finishing up all by yourself."
You almost smile at his insistence, but push it down. You walk past him towards the heavy, brown door which leads to the main entrance. You open the door with a grunt and hold it open for him. With a small smile, you place your hands on your hips. The twang comes out of your voice when you speak softly to him.
“Well, yes you can and you will. Thanks for the offer, hon…” Leopold looks at you with a mixture of disappointment and acceptance in his eyes. He nods, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
"Very well, my lady. If you're certain you don't need any aid, I shall take my leave then."
He takes an unnecessary large step in your direction before pausing in front of you, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment. Without a word, he lowers himself into a deep bow, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Farewell, my lady."
Your eyes narrow with confusion as he bows, but you nod and laugh softly in response. “Bye-bye Leopold…”
You watch as he hesitantly walks through the door to the main entrance. He turns back to you with doe eyes, giving you another opportunity for you to accept his offer, then leaves when you shake your head with a smile.
Leopold gives a final wave before stepping outside, the heavy cafe door closing slowly behind him. He pauses for a moment outside, gazing at your silhouette through the glass, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
With a resigned sigh, he forces himself to turn away from the cafe, his footsteps heavy as he starts walking down the sidewalk. He mentally scolds himself for his impulsiveness and foolishness.
While you clean, you think of the strange man. You wish you accepted his offer. Or his telegram number.. you laugh to yourself at your stupid joke as you continue to scrub the counters.
Hours later, you finally finish. Grabbing your purse, you go to your house, and fall into a deep sleep. Filled with dreams of the 19th century and a man who is almost 150 + years older than you, you sleep more peacefully than you ever had before.
For Leopold, as the evening descends on the city, he finds himself unable to sleep. His mind is consumed with thoughts of the lady from the cafe. He tosses and turns in his bed, the events of the day replaying in his mind over and over again.
He wonders what she is doing at the moment. Is she asleep in her bed? Is she also lying awake, thinking about him? The questions plague his mind as he continues to lie in bed, struggling to find rest.
With a frustrated sigh, Leopold finally sits up in his bed. He throws the covers off and gets up, pacing restlessly in his room. The clock ticks loudly in the background, mocking his insomnia. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the thoughts of the lady that seem to be etched in his mind.
As the next day approaches, you continue your routine. You get out of bed, your feet cold against the unwelcoming tile of your small apartment. As you walk towards the kitchen, you continue your morning routine; making breakfast, showering, changing, and leaving.
When you finally make your way to the cafe, your anxious and somewhat excited. Secretly, you hope the mysterious man from the past comes back.
As the sun slowly rises, Leopold has still not gotten any sleep. He spent the rest of the night pacing in his room, his thoughts consumed by you. Eventually, he gave up on sleep, seeing as he wouldn't be able to get any.
While he goes about his day, his thoughts still drift back to you. He finds himself missing the warmth and homeliness of the cafe. He knows that he shouldn't, but he can't help it. He decides to pay the cafe another visit, hoping to see you again.
a/n: hey you guys, lemme know what you think pls !! i love Leopold so much so i am so excited to write more (he is my Mr. Darcy) also don’t forget i take requests.. anyways lemme know if u want a pt. 2 💕
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Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany. By Carl Rudolph Sohn.
#carl rudolph sohn#ptince leopold#duke of albany#british prince#uk#full length portrait#full-length portrait#queen victoria's offspring#scottish dna
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Sweet moments with Leopold ❤️🩹
1st photo: Crown Prince Frederick of Prussia with his brother-in-law Prince Leopold of Great Britain
2nd photo: Alexandra Princess of Wales showing a picture of the recently deceased Prince Albert to her brother-in-law Prince Leopold of Great Britain
#sometimes you need a bit of sweet photos ❤️🩹#prince leopold#duke of Albany#princess Alexandra of wales#queen alexandra of the united kingdom#kaiser fredrick iii#crown prince fredrick of prussia#Leopold Duke of Albany
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Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany (1853 - 1884)
I recently read a book (Queen Victoria's Youngest Son: The Untold Story of Prince Leopold, by Charlotte Zeepvat) about this remarkable young man and have wanted to pay some sort of homage to him, as he had a difficult, short life but accomplished much during it.
This cousin of the Romanovs, the eighth child and youngest son of Queen Victoria and her consort Prince Albert was born with hemophilia and might have also had epilepsy. During his childhood, he was under the constant supervision of staff and physicians, and his activity was severely restricted. He had numerous hemorrhagic crises.
Leopold was an extremely bright individual. Prince Albert and his early teachers noticed his intellectual gifts when he was very young. Leopold attended Oxford University. He was eventually made a privy council member and became a patron of the arts and literature. He also served as the unofficial secretary to his mother. Although he could not pursue active military service, he had an honorary association with various regiments. He was a Freemason.
His illness was first described in medical journals in 1868 and subsequently in the London and provincial newspapers. Since they could not conceal all information about Leopold's illness, the royal family carefully managed news about his health (as they did about all royalties); many newspapers reported widespread public sympathy for the queen's illnesses and her children's illnesses.
At the time, physicians recommended that hemophiliacs spend as much time as possible in warm climates, a suggestion that Leopold followed as much as possible throughout his life. The fact that this royal young man had the illness spiked much research on hemophilia at the time. Although the information aided comprehension by the general public, overall, however, very little could be done to save hemophiliacs from painful experiences and early deaths.
Prince Leopold married Princess Helen of Waldeck and Piedmont, and they had two children, a daughter and a son. His son was born after Leopold's death. Prince Leopold died at the age of 30, after a fall, apparently from a cerebral hemorrhage.
Trivia: Through his son, Prince Leopold is the great-grandfather of Carl XVI Gustaf, the current King of Sweden (I took a good look at Gustaf while writing this and I see a resemblance.)
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Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: SHAKESPEARE William - Works, King Lear - Shakespeare Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Lear (King Lear), Goneril (King Lear), Regan (King Lear), Cordelia (King Lear), Fool (King Lear), Albany (King Lear), Cornwall (King Lear), Gloucester (King Lear), Kent (King Lear), Edmund (King Lear), Edgar (King Lear), Original Characters Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Pre-Canon, Dysfunctional Family Summary:
As King Lear plans the marriage of his oldest daughter, the storm clouds that surround his dysfunctional family grow ever darker and more ominous.
His three daughters can see the writing on the wall. So can the Fool.
King Lear himself? Not so much.
#shakespeare#king lear#the fool#goneril#regan#cordelia#edgar#edmund#earl of kent#duke of cornwall#duke of albany#earl of gloucester#fanfic#tw abuse#it's king lear...dysfunctional families are everywhere
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carl eduard herzog von sachsen-coburg und gotha
#carl eduard herzog von sachsen-coburg und gotha#leopold charles edward george albert#prinz von großbritannien und irland#duke of albany#nsdap#drk
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Queen Victoria blends in so much with her kids in the first picture lol😂
Queen Victoria, Princess Helena, Princess Louise, Prince Leopold and Princess Alice, August 1860, Balmoral.
#princess alice#grand duchess of hesse#queen victoria#princess helena#princess christian of schleswig-holstein#prince leopold#duke of albany#princess louise#duchess of argyll#balmoral#rare photos#1860s
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This is an autumnal look and GOD BLESS the wardrobe folks! Crazy how I can have watched something a bazillion times and not noticed things. I'm obsessed.
#animations#not mine#hugh jackman#kate and leopold#leopold#His Grace Leopold Alexis Elijah Walker Thomas Gareth Mountbatten 3rd Duke of Albany#fall
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Hugh Jackman as Leopold (Kate and Leopold 2001)
#hugh jackman#hugh jackman edit#hugh jackman gifs#kate and leopold#leopold#His Grace Leopold Alexis Elijah Walker Thomas Gareth Mountbatten 3rd Duke of Albany#i want to ride him like a horse#kiss me oh my god please#this is my exact niche#please please please#i'm gonna cu#i mean#who said that#eyemiimine
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ON GLASS WE WALK ▹coming soon
— Leopold x fem!OC
SUMMARY: Marketing copywriter by day, aspiring Shakespeare by night, she’s been crafting Prince Charmings and glass slippers all her life. Never once suspecting he could actually exist, bone to bone. In New York—her best-friend-in-law’s apartment complex. The stuff of Cinderella, Grimm—but her? “Oh. My. Lanta.” “Who, pray tell, is ‘Lanta?’”
warnings: eventual romance, friends to lovers, time travel, probably really bad era-appropriate utilization, longing, pining, mutual pining, courtship, virginity, religion.
a/n: delulu after watching this movie—I never had a Disney princess phase, but boy do I now. am I gonna ever write this? who knows but it’s here is this anything?
#kate & leopold#kate and leopold#leopold mountbatten#his grace leopold alexis elijah walker thomas gareth mountbatten 3rd duke of albany#leopold mountbatten x you#Leopold Mountbatten x reader#mare writes
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A poignant picture. The future Empress Alexandra Feodorovna, who would suffer greatly because her only son and heir to the Russian throne had hemophilia, sitting for a portrait with her mother's younger brother Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany, who was also born a hemophiliac and died from complications of the disease.
Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany with niece, Princess Alix of Hesse, later Tsaritsa Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia. Late 1870s
#vintage#russia#empress alexandra feodorovna#romanov dynasty#british royalty#prince leopold#Duke of Albany
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Vintage engraving of Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany with wife, Princess Helen of Waldeck and Pyrmont, and daughter, Princess Alice (Countess of Athlone). ☺
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“..but how could I choose just one…” 💔
People:
~ Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia ~
~ Princess Alix of Hesse and By Rhine ~
~ Princess Margaret of the UK ~
~ Princess Alice, Grand Duchess of Hesse ~
~ Princess Charlotte of Prussia ~
~ Anne Frank ~
~ Prince Leopold Duke of Albany ~
~ Grand Duke Ernst Louis of Hesse and By Rhine ~
~ Princess Victoria Melita of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha ~
~ Queen Anne of Great Britain and Ireland ~
~ Vera Konstantinovna ~
~ Otto Frank ~
~ Grand Duke Pavel Alexandrovich ~
~ Prince Joachim of Prussia ~
~ “Joanna the Mad” ~
~ Kaiser Wilhelm II ~
~ Marie Therese, Madame Royale and Dauphin Louis Charles ~
Made by me using iMovie
#my edit#made by me#mine#video edit#sad edit#olga nikolaevna#alexandra feodorovna#princess alix of hesse#princess margaret#princess alice#princess alice of hesse#princess charlotte of prussia#anne frank#leopold duke of albany#ernst louis#grand Duke Ernst Louis of Hesse#princess victoria melita#queen anne#vera konstantinovna#otto frank#Pavel Alexandrovich#prince joachim of prussia#joanna the mad#kaiser wilhelm ii#madame royale#marie Therese#dauphin#louis Charles
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The people with hooked noses really made them got famous lovers eh?
#prince leopold#prince leopold duke of albany#queen victoria's son#cleopatra vii#this is a coincidence#but apparently people like hooked noses
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