#sixcago writing

[the-quiet-winds]

Nothin’ But a Sinner (part one)

[A Six US based multichap? It’ll probably only be two parts but... we’ll see. TW for alcohol use]

[Part 1: Hypocrite]

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“Alright, Mom,” Anne hums softly. “Come on, open up.”

Jane looks at her through half-lidded eyes. “What?”

“I have the soup now, remember? And I think you’re far too weak to feed yourself.”

“‘M’kay,” Jane mumbles, allowing the soup to be spooned into her mouth.

Through her exhausted, sickly delirium, Jane is blissfully ignorant to the flash of pain that crosses Anne’s eyes, specifically at the mention of death.

Death, frankly, is her least favorite topic. Ever.

Between the pale scar across her and her cousin’s necks, as well as the reminder of Jane’s premature death every night during the show, it’s always around her.

She knows Jane just means it as a joke. Just a joke. A sleepy, somewhat-delirious joke.

Still, Anne knows, it stings a bit.

She swallows this sadness in time with Jane’s swallowing of the soup.

“Can you eat some more?” Anne asks softly. “There’s still half the bowl left.”

Jane gives her a half-quirked smile that barely traces pale cheeks to sunken eyes, and nods just once.

Anne lifts the spoon again and offers it again and again until the bowl is empty and Jane looks like she may fall asleep at any moment.

“Do you want me to stay?” She asks softly.

Jane makes a very non-committal noise, and Anne can’t help the soft giggle that follows. She looks down and softly asks again, “do you want me to?”

This time she gets no response, so she looks up, and Jane is very much asleep.

Anne presses a soft kiss to her mom’s cheek and flicks off the bedside lamp on her way out, collecting the empty soup bowl and bringing it with her back to the kitchen. Jane’s Canada apartment is about the same size as the one in Boston, cozy but not cramped, and it feels just as much home as it did in Massachusetts.

She already know that Jane won’t be doing the show tonight. Even if she is awake, her fever has her delirious (Anne has to chuckle to herself at the thought of her mom, looking and acting like she was high out of her mind, trying to do her solo, let alone the whole show.)

The call time of the show creeps closer, and Anne slips into the room to check on Jane before she leaves. Of course, Jane is still passed out. 

Anne knows that Jane won’t know what to do when she wakes up, so she moves on silent feet to set up the medication she’d need to take, even leaving a little note with instructions.

And, as she logically would, she had to sign it as, ‘Anne, your favorite daughter.’

After, she heads to the theater. Alone.

She had called in Jane’s sickness-induced-absence hours ago, so by the time she arrives, Mallory is already prepping herself in one of the open chairs.

Anne sits down next to Katherine with a tiny, slightly forced grin.

“How is she?” Is the first question out of Katherine’s mouth.

“She’ll be okay,” Anne promises. “Just a little touch of flu or something.”

“And I bet you’re taking great care of her, of course,” Katherine teases.

“I’m doing my best.”

“Are you alright?” Katherine asks, turning her chair to face Anne more fully.

“Yeah,” Anne says, albeit half-heartedly.

“You’re lying to me,” Katherine says. “It’s okay if you’re not.”

“She just…,” Anne sighs, closing her eyes and shaking her head slightly. “She said something about dying, and it just… I don’t know… stuck with me, I guess.”

Katherine puts a hand on Anne’s wrist, squeezing lightly. “She’s going to be fine,” she says, slow and sure. “You’ll go home after this and it’ll be just fine.”

Anne keeps Katherine’s words on a loop in her head. She’s going to be fine.

Logically, Anne knows this. It’s just a touch of the flu, or maybe just a bug. It’s not the sweat, or the plague, or whatever killed her in the first life.

With these thoughts in her head, she puts on the best face she can and goes to perform.

All throughout the show, Katherine, Mallory, and Anna send her reassuring glances. She returns them all with smiles she can’t help - at least, for the most part, she’s supposed to be happy on stage. 

Once the show ends, once they’re done dancing and have made a theatergoer’s night by taking their phone and recording themselves dancing, Anne is so genuinely happy the tiny, black, nagging cloud in the back of her mind seems nearly nonexistent.

“We’re going to get drinks,” Anna tells her once all of the fans have left and the cold Edmonton air is biting at her skin. “Wanna come?”

Anne nods. “Sounds great.”

In that moment, honestly, she forgets about her sickly mother at home. She goes with them, Mallory and Nicole included, and they drink, and dance, and drink, and dance. 

By the time she leaves, she’s a little tipsy, admittedly. Aragon, their designated driver, drops her off at her apartment, and she passes out as soon as she hits the bed.

She wakes up the next morning to a pretty decent headache that nearly keeps her from fishing her phone out of the jacket she had thrown on the floor.

But she pulls it out, and what’s waiting for her sobers her and shatters her heart.

“Where are you?” One of Jane’s texts from the previous night reads. “Come back, please,” another pleads, and Anne can practically hear Jane’s soft words through the screen.

There are a few more messages too, a voicemail or two, but an overwhelming sense of guilt settles in Anne’s chest like her own sickness.

Nope, that’s hangover.

As she digs through her medicine cabinet for something to take, she knows she has to fix this. 

Especially having seen Jane’s most recent message.

“I’m so sorry, lovebug.”

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[babeebobo]

Hi look some six broadway parrlyn (wow no Jane and Anne that’s new oop & they have a sisterly relationship)

My friend @disneybroadwaychipmunk helped me come up with this!

Plot: Anne is home alone and decides to watch a scary movie but she gets too scared and calls Cathy to come home and help her

!!!D-I-S-C-L-A-I-M-E-R!!!

I do NOT own the characters/people and while this is a sixcago fanfic it is only set in the sixcago verse! it has nothing to do with Andrea and Anna, this is their CHARACTERS not them themselves. this is for the others who may enjoy reading and me who enjoys writing! sending all of love hope you enjoy x

TW: mini anxiety attack, nothing bad really I promise

Anne was excited when her mom first said she was able to stay home alone tonight. All the queens were out clubbing, which was definitely not Boleyn’s thing. It took some convincing but eventually Jane let her stay home by herself.

Of course she was hesitant when her daughter first brought up being home alone, any mother would be, but Anne was definitely surprised when Jane said she would be okay with it.

“Just call me before you go to bed, okay?” She told her, one rule. Just one. Of course Aragon on the other hand was very much against Anne staying home. Insisting that she would reck the house, which she had yet to do.

Instead the Boleyn girl was seated on the couch huddled in a blanket watching Chucky. Not the best movie choice for someone who was as jumpy as her, but she new she’d have to face her fear of creepy dolls eventually.

Anne covered herself with the blanket everyone now and then, and she was shocked she’d made it this far into the movie. That was until the movie got a little too gory and scary for Anne.

She screamed grabbing her phone and running to the bathroom. “It’s fine Bo, you’re fine.” She told herself, clutching onto the sink starring at herself in the mirror. Her paranoia got the best of her and she swore she saw a face in the mirror staring back at her. She stumbled back into the tub and yelled out as she hit her had on the back wall.

She felt hot tears stream down her face and she quickly picked up her phone to call Parr. Luckily, after only two rings, the queen had answered. “Bo, is everything alright?”

“N-No! I-I...”

“Bo? Bo, I’m gonna need you be a little louder I can’t hear you-“ Cathy was cut off when she heard a heart wrenching scream come from the other end of the line, “Anne?! Anne I’m coming home right now, I’m gonna stay on the phone with you.”

“Ok.” Anne chocked out and clutched the phone harder than she already was. Her knuckles turned white and she could hear the movie playing in the other room.

She swore she heard something because she screamed which caused Cathy to call for her immediately. “Annie, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” No response. Just cries for help and Anne yelling for her to hurry up. “Anne, please, I need you to say something. Just so I know you’re there!”

“C-Cathy... I-I’m scared.”

“It’s alright, Bo, I’ll be home soon, I promise, just stay on the phone with me.” Anne let out a small ‘mhmm’ and Cathy smiled, “I love you, I’ll be right there just give me two more minutes.”

The movie downstairs was still playing and Anne could hear the evil laughter from it. Though it sounded so real, like it was outside the bathroom door. There was a loud knock on the front door and Anne screamed,

“Cathy, please tell me that’s you.” She cried pulling her knees into her chest.

“It is Bo, I’m gonna hang up, where are you?”

“The bathroom downstairs. I locked the door.”

“Can you unlock it for me, I’m right outside.” Catherine said calmly. Anne hung up the phone and slowly unlocked the door and Cathy was quick to open it. Anne was quickly engulfed in a hug. The feeling of Catherine’s fingers in her hair and soft voice slowly bringing her back to reality. “Hey, hey, Bo, it’s alright, I’m right here.” Parr cooed holding the girl even tighter. Though her physical efforts weren’t doing much for the girl. “Anne, can you name five things you see?”

“Y-You, t-the towel rack... the door, th-the toilet, the sink.” She gasped out her hands shaking in Catherine’s.

“Now four things you can hear.”

“The... The TV, the AC, you, my-myself.”

“Now three things you can feel.”

“The floor, your arms... the towels.”

“Two things you can smell.”

“Bath soap... lavender, you smell like lavender.” Catherine smiled,

“Thank you, I’ll keep in mind you like that scent next time I go shopping.” A small smile returned to Anne’s face, “And one thing you can taste.” She finished reaching in the cabinet for the mints. She handed one to Anne who placed it in her mouth.

“Mint.”

“Good job, now can you tell me what happened?” Anne took a shaking breath, unsure of how Cathy would react.

“I-I was watching a-a scary movie a-and i got t-too scared... and then-“ Catherine cut her off with small sushing noises.

“It’s okay, Anne, none of that is real. This, me, holding you, this is real, okay?” Anne nodded and burried her face into the taller girl’s chest. Her body racking with sobs as Catherine traced circles on her lower back.

“I-I’m so sorry... mom trusted me with staying home alone and I was irresponsible and made you come home to help. And now I’m scared to even leave this room. I’m sorry Cathy.” Catherine smiled,

“You have nothing to be sorry for okay? These things happen, and I’m sure Jane will understand. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her right?”

“Well then what are you going to tell her when she asks why you left?”

“I’ll just say I got tired, she’ll believe me, don’t worry Bo, everything’s gonna be alright. Okay?” Anne nodded her breaths slowly becoming normal again. “Let’s get you to bed, it’s late and you need some sleep.” Parr smiled lifting the girl into her arms. Anne wrapped her legs around the taller girl and closed her eyes as she felt herself being carried up the stairs. The sounds of the movie now far behind her.

Anne opened her eyes when she saw that she’d been placed in Cathy’s bed instead of her own. “Figured you wouldn’t want to sleep alone tonight.” She teased lightly getting into the bed with her. Anne smiled and cuddled close to the girl. Her whole body relaxed at the feeling of Catherine’s long nails gently drawing shapes on her shoulders and lower back.

“Goodnight, Bo, sweet dreams.”

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@kitkat-howard

[jane-fucking-seymour]

I always wonder about how people headcanon the Queens and language. Did they just know modern English or did they have to relearn it? Could they spell? Did the Sixcago queens get reincarnated w Chicago accents?

To answer your first question - in my head they had to relearn but it was like remembering a dream from the night before; they just... understood it really easily. Their minds acclimated to the new versions of the old languages. They could, however, understand each other perfectly.

As for the second about the accents...

...Oh dammit why did I see this when I turned off my computer

Ok so I’ll write up full history for this later but basically here’s a few rules for the Professional Realm/Timeline in which all the stories are written

All queens originate from one set of queens and that is the Studio Recording Cast. That’s the first professional cast. The one on the album. That cast.

From that original Studio Recording Cast, the queens regenerate into one face after the other, depending on who is playing them. With the exception of the Jane and Katherine in West End 2 - more on that later - everyone has regenerated at least once. They’ve seen each other regenerate as well and they’ve dealt with adjusting and watching others adjust. They are aware of these regenerations and actively remember them.

Different universes branch off as more casts get announced and therefore the queens regenerate further. Any time a Queen regenerates, it branches off into another timeline and therefore a different universe. The first time we see this is when Chicago was announced: both Chicago timeline and West End timeline start in the same time period with the same Studio Cast Recording queens, then the West End as well for both, but then there’s two branches - one where the queens regenerate into the Chicago cast, the other where they continue on as the cast they still are in the West End. That West End cast becomes WE2 (West End 2) when O’Connell and MQB leave.

The accents and looks of each queen changes with each regeneration. So the accents being changed are part of the Chicago regeneration, as well as Catherine Parr and Anne Boleyn also having different accents suddenly. The queens are used to this.

Alternates / swings leaving does not constitute a universe change, but a main Queen leaving does. So Grace doesn’t make a new universe but Sam Pauly and Adrianna Hicks did. Call it a blip in the universe for Hicks but in Chicago!Verse, Katherine is the first Queen to suddenly turn back to a previous form. Everyone’s confused by that.

Does all that make sense? I can continue if needed.

[youremysputnik]

so when i write to sixcago, should i write to the stage manager or a specific cast member? if the latter, which one??

[sixcastappreciation]

sixcago gave me my gay rights

alternative title: review of the evening sixcago show on july third

this is like almost 4k and its mostly just rambling but i need to express how much i love sixcago

like at least half of this is just me being gay so i bolded some of the things that i found really interesting and isnt just me like, freaking out

so to start off: holy shit. the energy of the entire show was amazing, it was really funny and fun and the acting/dancing/singing was on point like i cant think of a single complaint on the part of any of them.

so to get into the actual show

ex wives

when the curtain came up and the smoke started pouring out i actually felt my soul leave my body it was such a good moment

less than thirty seconds in brittney mack made eye contact with me and i swear to god my heart stopped and i honestly had trouble focusing on the rest of the song

i am not exaggerating that is the whole truth and nothing but the truth

shes............. literally so good im still shaking as i write this like three hours later

the third repetition of the rhyme where they all sound kinda pissed off? they nailed that

adrianna was so cute when she said “you wont try that again”

andrea holy shit. thats really a wrap on that

abby got that like, kinda head in the clouds thing that i feel like is janes Brand during this part

when he saw my portrait he was like JaaAAaaa

i love brittney mack

courtney knew what she was doing with that prick line. get it girl

anna has the most angelic voice i swear to god

the six of them work really well together on stage???? like i know its all choreo and stuff but you could Feel the energy that they had together it was good

oh man the choreo for the end. im so gay

intro thingy:

adrianna with that riff!!!!! we stan

annas face after “herstory” was iconic. she knew what she had done wrong

you couldnt hear the intro for maggie bc people were cheering so loud

the way adrianna says maria made me gay

abby also knows what she had to say. she knows how cursed janes sense of humor is and she was really playing it up

protestent............ protestant

“we’ll tell you what you want what you really really want” this made me laugh so hard i dont rly remember the next like thirty seconds because i was dying

“the biggest.... the firmest......... the fullest..............” im. i cant

no way

“maria” AGAIN adrianna please. please i cant handle it

“OH muy bien aHHah” not to be Lesbian On Main but fuck this was so cute

her emotion during the monologue was SO funny

it was peak, it was so good

she really gets it. i dont totally know what it is but this aragon monologue gets it

when she said “really trying” she did like, a motion. i cant go into more detail but Fuck

so after “move me into a convent” everyone like, gathered around aragon and adrianna did a

well idk what youd call it but a like

her entire torso swung around in a huge circle right before “i dont think i’d look that good in a wimple”

and idk what it was but that part just made me Lose It

adrianna had this way of making it all a little funnier?

like catherine is usually pretty Serious, i think but it felt like adrianna knew she was playing a character who was Like That, if you will, and was kinda leaning into breaking the fourth wall a little

i can probably elaborate if that doesnt make sense

you say its a pity cos quoting leviticus ill end up kiddiless all my life

she said that with such conviction goddamn

oh, he doesnt remember

this was so good

the “sh-”s were really funny

the fucking. i dont know what it is but the *ting*

holy shit

i cant put into words

how much i loved that part

the pause after “i’ll go” was............ expansive

i just checked it was 10 whole seconds

that doesnt sound long but it felt like forever

she went high on “end of my life” and thank u for mine adrianna hicks

the amount of no’s was impressive and im heart eyes for it

adrianna just had really good stage presence

like i caught myself looking at her during the dance breaks of all the songs when i wasnt looking at brittney

it was just so fun to watch her go!

dluh

during the intro of like “yeah, you know, the really important one” andrea was doing some Dumb Shit in the background

like i dont know exactly what it was but she was just like

idk like noodling around in the back

and i caught her eye and she like, smiled a little

the gasps the rest of them did were....... cute

then andrea busted out a full on fucking witches cackle

then she stuck her tongue out and looked like she was taking a selfie and it was so cute

like, her tongue was OUT

“not my thing” had the BIGGEST uwu energy of anything ive ever heard

i thought people were kidding when they said andrea boleyn had uwu energy

they were not

pret a manger barely came across as a real line it was more like, an experience

the sorry not sorry choreo. its so funny and cute and simultaneously cursed

the way andrea delivered her lines here was just

it was like, cutesy and fun but also kind of cursed

uwu

when she said “are you blind” andrea like, gestured to herself, in a like “look how hot i am” kinda way

which might be the standard? either way it made me laugh a lot

don’t be bitter/cos im fitter was the only line in the entire production said with a british accent and it fucking slayed me on sight one hit ko

i actually like that they changed “mate, what was i meant to do” to “wait, what was i meant to do” because

it implies that anne had no other train of thought than the one she was on and thats very funny to me

i think it fits w andreas portrayal too

everyone was like, fake crying when anne fake walked down the aisle and it was really funny imo

and as soon as she got to the end anne like, turned, yk?

bro just shut up

the entire audience gasped after that

andrea had actual like, panic on her face

then she led into “i guess he just really liked my head”

and there was a beat after that, where everyone laughed

it was long enough that everyone got the joke

then she mimed the blow job

her riff on “hell”? iconic

“wait, didnt you actually die” no jane she was beheaded but she was fine

abby seymour said dumbass rights she has the Dumbest Bitch energy god

“catherine of aragon had tragically died” catch adrianna looking like, yeah it was so sad for me, how terrible, right?

then boleyn goes off

the. fury, passion, anger, zest, contained in andreas “MASSIVE-”

“over my dead body” andrea gave her this look like, youre damn right it will be

heart of stone

oof

okay so the monologue

oof

“i was lucky. okay, i was really lucky” o o f

“edwina” is still cursed tho

i dont know what it was about this. i dont know if it was abby, or the dialogue, or just it being live but

this made it clear that jane had been Through It

like, this monologue came across (to me at least) as unquestionably a “woman who was abused trying to justify it to herself” kind of situation

“and that’s not because i was scared,” she said, wearing an absolutely terrified expression

this is where she started tearing up i think

okay i gotta take a moment here because

abby was fully crying before the song even started

like somewhere about halfway through her monologue she started tearing up

i was looking for it specifically

i wrote this before the last part so see above

so by the first fucking like of hos you could hear her voice breaking

holy shit ms meuller what the fuck

im not kidding who gave her the right

at the stagedoor she said that after this she was like, “well thats it for my makeup” when someone complimented her song

she is crying. the first chorus and she is actively crying. in the breaks between her lyrics you can hear her crying

abby went high on a couple of notes in here

she riffed on “truthfully” and it was, wow

she didnt go for the whistle tones which was, honestly? the most relatable thing in this entire show

but a couple of the other notes she went high on and they were so killer

there was a second or two of pause after the end where everyone just, absorbed things before the applause

i have some questions for abby about this actually because i dont know if its just because the monologue was different than im used to but

i just want to know if abby meant to have everything come off like That but god

the mental gymnastics jane is doing here are so intense

this performance genuinely changed how i listen to hos forever

i dont think i can ever peacefully listen to this song again

this song gave me so many layered emotions thank u abby mueller

haus of holbein

hans................................. *holbein*

the chaos

i honestly barely remember most of it it was

i had no idea who to be looking at

but i remember it being beautiful

i dont have the words to express how

fucking funny it was

the accents were hilarious

like they werent great german accents, but that made it far better

they were leaning into the ridiculousness of it all

the way abby said “but we cannot guarantee that you’ll still walk at forty” had me on the ground

ive spent the last 24 hrs trying to figure out exactly why it was so funny and i think i got it

she dropped the german accent

and she straight up sounded like she was reading off the side effects of a pharmaceutical ad on tv

the freeze frame? legendary

anna and courtney (im pretty sure?) managed to look so genuinely offended that henry swiped left on them

your highness your highness your highness

god adrianna please

actually every h sound that came out of their mouths

but adrianna Got It

get down

oh god i gotta talk about “didnt live up to his expectations”

brittney like, half took off her jacket and gestured to her body and like, body rolled a bit and honestly? i was fucking dead

the sarcasm really jumped out here. brittney went off in the best way possible

she was fully fake sobbing right before “tragic”

fucking legend

brING me some pheasant!

the woof line is always a good moment but their facial expressions really made it work here

this song has the most outwardly complex choreo (ofc i cant speak to its actual difficulty) and every single one of them crushed it

brittney made eye contact w me again on “looking cute” and im deceased

oh god after “take my fur” she whispered “thank you. honestly” and gestured to herself again and like, i was dying

iirc brittney was like, skipping across the stage or something on “i look more rad” and snapped into position for “lutheranism”

we gotta take a moment to appreciate the operatic talent of that one “get down you dirty rascal” instead of the slo mo

like, ofc the slo mo is a good moment but

brittney went full opera and it was,

wow

shes got a voice on her holy shit

so much talent in such a tiny body

aCHYEAH

she picked the person sitting next to me to dance w her and

they did their cute little dance thing and then brittney gestured like, go sit down, and the person did, then stood back up and started dancing again

not like, in a bad way i dont think

it was super fuckin funny and after the song brittney was like “oh that was cute you think youre funny”

but i heard them talking at the stagedoor and like, brittney was chill it wasnt like a violation of anything

im not explaining it very well but it was really funny in person

everything about her on stage was just, so enrapturing

i dont have too many specific notes about this song because it would probably turn into just, me being gay, which is enough of this already

anyway! get down was good brittney mack is a stellar cleves

her fake crying is next level tho

the confrontation

boleyn, unprompted: i lost my head!

the beheaded cousins high fived after “nice neck” and like, stuck out their necks a bit it was so funny

seymours “i died”

we all know abby is gonna kill her line delivery

but GOD

and then after, she like, realized what she had said and struck a pose like, shit please still think im regal

the line itself was actually pretty, uhhhh, sad

theres something about boleyn roasting khoward in andreas voice

courtney with that “and your songs” had perfect timing

also “when will justice be SERVED” had such good punch to it

after she did that she like

rubbed her hand on janes face

and abby looked SO offended

theres something so, sincere about courtneys delivery of her roasts that i hadnt been getting and its SO much funnier to me

i forget exactly where but at some point boleyn aragon and howard were arguing

and in the background it really looked like seymour and cleves were having a normal conversation and i lost it like. they were just chattin

there were a couple moments of like, cleves and seymour interacting and it was interesting

aywd

courtney! mack! took! no! prisoners!

jesus christ

okay so i dont know if other howards do this or if it was just because i was seeing it live and up close and that made the difference but

for me the most compelling part of this howard was the fear

like yes there was the sadness/anger/etc like there was good emotion but

from the “he says we have a connection” re: henry, and then on, everything about courtneys body language just screamed that she was afraid

idk i might expand on this in a separate post because its a darker topic but yeah. holy shit that was emotional

not a single person clapped after the last line. they all waited until after “yeah, and then i was beheaded” before clapping

like the theater was dead silent. DEAD silent

it was like, so haunting because it was just courtney on stage at that point, with just the white spotlight on her, it was a Moment

im not sure i have the heart right now to get too deep into this

if it would be particularly interesting to anyone feel free to ask, im happy to get more into it but idk its just Emotional

actually this is already so long ima go for it

so on each “we have a connection” it was uhhhh parr and aragon (i think) who each put a hand on like, her clavicle

and for the first two verses she grabbed one of the hands and was like, flirty? ig

but on the one about henry seymour also put a hand around her waist and she like

she freaked out

and listening back to the audio i can

unpopular opinion perhaps but the actual emotion of her on stage didnt come thru in the audio

because it was so physical

like you could see how scared she was

which made it more relateable to me honestly

like she looked so so scared

it was heartbreaking

the confrontation part ii

oh BOOH OO MISTERESSES

“okay catherine, babes” is CUTE fight me

anna looked like, progressively more concerned as that beat went on, and then she just kinda like, deflated? it was really funny tbh

idk her parr feels Different than the parr im used to

during “oh im catherine parr i draw the line in arbitrary places” courtney was playing with her hair it was hashtag cute

BACKING VOCALS RIP CATHY PARR

idnyl

a cute little b flat major 7

yeah anna parr seems

hmm

she seems like she’s just, over henry

like from the start she just has no time for him

idk im Conceptualizing

anna uzele is

her voice is next level

she put survived in the “got married to the king became the one who survived” in air quotes which i think is an interesting note

anna got really physically into the “remember that...” bit of it and everyone in the back was also having a good time with it it was Good

andrea. she stuck her pointer finger between two of her other fingers on her other hand for the “my sixth finger” line and it was SO funny

khoward keeping aragon in line was

not the hot take i was expecting but nevertheless the one we deserved

both for “dissolution of the monasteries” and “well actually”

idk it was a cute character moment

one of *unsure, disgusted, vaguely annoyed* siiiIIIiix

abby was right in front of me and she looked SO uncomf

yeah, i read

iconique

andrea like, threw her head back for this line

the pause after “theres not much we can do about it now” is

painfully long and so so so funny

i was only really looking at brittney but she was like, arms down head up no body language it was SO funny

also her “yeah?” ended my life

she raised the mic up to her mouth while not moving an inch of the rest of her body

the part where they get all meta. has me dead

it was about halfway through this second part that i realized cleves had her coat back. i dont know when that happened. if anyone else knows when exactly anna of cleves gets her coat back after it gets taken off in get down please tell me. i genuinely want to know

this actually distracted me

i got vibes that they genuinely hated henry during this part

first off, mood

secondly, good

annas riffing. god.

she is so talented

dsfjksdf they all straight up left

six

the opening moment is really sweet and kinda funny

abby again killing it with janes cursed lines

courtney howard is actually so cute

when shes not being heartbreakingly sad that is

like her “bye!” was so cute

theyre all so supportive of each other its very cute

megasix

adrianna and abby both looked into my camera and like, i died

at the end anna and brittney were doing some dumb shit as they walked off stage and it was SO cute

after the show

i went to the stagedoor and it was a really fun experience! ive never done that before

it seemed like everyone was being pretty respectful and stuff, thank u six fans for being sane

i got four signatures on my program dklfjsldfjds

abby was such a sweetheart, we actually talked a tiny bit

i told her i loved her line delivery (because uhhhhhh i do) and she said that she tries to get in that comedic timing when she has Those Lines and like yeah

she was seriously the nicest

the ladies in waiting came out as well and everyone cheered for them and lets be real they DESERVE it

lemme sidebar here actually and talk about the ladies in waiting because

they killed it

bessie on the bass was living her best life at literally all times

brittney was also super sweet! i told her she had good energy (because uhhhhhh she does) and she was very nice about it!!!

i didnt really talk to anna or andrea but i got their signatures!

also speaking of my program im still losing my mind over “remembered for: headlessness” and “remembered for: staying alive”

thank u sixcago program

in conclusion! this was such a great+special experience!!! all of the actors were incredible, it was so wonderful

im also not claiming any of this stuff was unique to this performance or to sixcago in general this was just the stuff i noticed as i was watching it. if you clown on this post ill end u

[the-quiet-winds]

If We’ve Got Each Other, We Can Save the World

[Back to Sixcago]

“I have a surprise for you.”

The words, passingly murmured into Anne’s ears, make her nearly jump as they get ready to leave the stage.

Jane had slipped by behind her, whispering to her softly as she did, a gentle hand passing over her back as well.

Anne didn’t quite know what to expect. 

But she follows Jane like an obedient puppy back to the dressing room, trying to mentally work out what the surprise might be.

“Red Sox tickets?”

“No.”

“Uh, we’re going to the aquarium again?”

“Anne, lovebug, it’s ten at night.”

“Then what is it?”

Jane turns and presses a chaste kiss to Anne’s forehead, and pulls back smirking. “You’ll see when you come over tonight.”

Anne’s excitement begins to bubble as she wipes off her makeup and changes clothes, but, as she goes out to meet fans at stagedoor, her excitement turns sourly to anxiety.

What could this surprise be?

Does Jane not want her anymore?

Is there something about herself that Jane has never shared?

Is Jane leaving the show?

At that last thought, Anne mentally kicks herself for even thinking such a thing. Jane wouldn’t leave them.

Right?

The last fans finally trickle out, and Jane makes her way to Anne, taking the girl’s hand in her own. “Shall we head out?”

Anne nods mutely, still trapped in her own fears.

As they walk home, it doesn’t take Jane long to notice Anne’s unusual quietness. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

Snapped out of her thoughts, Anne gives a forced smile. “Nothing, I’m alright.”

Jane slips an arm around Anne’s shoulder, pulling her close. “I know that’s not true. Something’s wrong.”

A shrug. “Just… worried, I guess.”

“About what?”

Anne mumbles something indistinguishable towards the sidewalk. 

“What was that?”

“Are you getting rid of me?”

Jane fully stops. Dead in the middle of the sidewalk. Rooted to the ground. 

Disbelieving.

“No,” she says firmly. She pulls her hands to cup Anne’s cheeks, making the girl keep eye contact. “Never. You and me, thick and thin, yeah?”

Anne lunges forward, seizing her mother around the waist and holding her tight. “Thick and thin,” she mumbles into Jane’s shirt.

For the rest of the walk home, Anne doesn’t detach herself from Jane’s side. Her mom keeps a soft arm around her back, holding her arm as Anne tucks as close as she can.

They step out of the elevator on Jane’s floor, and, finally, Jane pulls away. “Are you ready for the surprise?”

Anne gives a nervous chuckle. “I guess I have to be.”

Jane drops the quickest, tiniest kiss on the tip of Anne’s nose, before unlocking her apartment door and turning on the lights.

At first, everything seems normal.

Then she hears it.

A scrambling of claws.

She tenses as the monster approaches, but relaxes as soon as she sees the object of her fear.

A black and brown wiener dog comes sprinting into the room, slipping and sliding slightly on the hardwood, but bounding nonetheless.

It yips upon seeing Anne, which causes her to stiffen once again.

“He won’t bite,” Jane promises. She squats down in front of the dog and shows Anne how to offer her fingertips so it can get her scent. 

The dog sniffs briefly, and, catching the lingering hint of Jane mingled in, jumps forward to lick her hand and lands in her lap.

“His name is Reggie,” Jane chuckles, sitting down next to Anne. “I saw him on one of those shelter ads a few days ago and new I had to pick him up.”

“What do you know about caring for dogs?”

“It’s like caring for kids.” Jane kisses her cheek, and Anne giggles softly. 

“I love him,” she admits. 

Jane throws an arm around Anne’s shoulders and brings her free hand to scratch Reggie behind his ears. “We’ll be a family,” she murmurs. “Just a mom, her daughter, and the dog.”

Anne can’t help the slightly dopey smile that follows that.

“That sounds perfect.”

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[the-quiet-winds]

Nothin’ But a Sinner (part two)

[So close yet so far... we haven’t finished yet. TW for mentions of death and alcohol use.]

[part one]

[Part 2: Liar]

In that moment, Anne hates how far her apartment is from Jane’s, because now she has to stand on the sidewalk in the cold waiting the bus to take her across town. 

Usually, she and Jane just walk to the older queen’s place after a show, since the theater is much closer to where Jane stays than Anne’s rented flat.

Of course, on days like this, it means that getting to where she needs to be is costly and time-consuming. 

The ride to Jane’s is long and stressful, obviously. Her leg bounces through every traffic light and bus stop, and she can tell the people around her are less than pleased, but, frankly, Anne doesn’t care.

How can she, when she’s so worried about Jane?

‘I’m so sorry, lovebug.’

Jane’s last message plays on a stupid and unending loop in Anne’s head. What could it mean? What could she be sorry for? Is she still delusionally sick, Anne having left her to her own devices all night?

Is she hurt?

Dying?

Already dead?

The thought alone rises bile in Anne’s throat and she almost empties her stomach right there on the bus. The bouncing of the suspensions, the smell of fuel, and the loud rotations of the engine don’t help her situation as she tries to calm her nerves, but she just can’t. 

Finally, after what felt like more than one lifetime, the bus slows to a stop at the stop two blocks from Jane’s building, and Anne scrambles off, setting a brisk pace as she walks (nearly runs) to her mother’s place.

A dark, insecure part of Anne’s mind wonders if she can even call Jane that anymore. Is she even still her mom? Did she lose that luxury, finally, because she was a bad daughter?

She buzzes into the building and starts up the stairs.

---

When Anne doesn’t return to see her that night, Jane, even in her somewhat-still-delusional state, knows something is wrong.

She wants to know Anne is okay more than anything.

Of course she knows that Anne’s at the show. 

So she goes back to sleep.

But Jane wakes up again around midnight, her mind much clearer than it was earlier. Whatever medicine Anne had left out for her obviously worked, and, aside from a little cold, Jane feels miles better.

Which is how she notices that she’s alone.

It’s past midnight, and Anne isn’t home. Not great for Jane’s nerves. She wraps herself in a blanket and pads out of the room to see if Anne is passed out on her couch. She isn’t.

She’s gone.

In a very odd moment of midnight clarity, she knows she did something wrong. She must have said something when she was on her fever-high earlier.

But what?

Jane lays back on her bed as she wracks her brain for whatever she could have said that hurt Anne.

‘If I die, I’m haunting you first.’

Shit.

If she had been coherent and not basically high out of her mind, she never would have made that joke. She knew about Anne’s sensitivity to death. It should’ve never left her mouth.

But it did.

And Anne was gone. 

“Where are you?” She texts, hoping to just at least get a response.

Nothing. Pure radio silence. 

It’s almost one in the morning now.

“Come home, please,” she messages again. 

They send but are never are read. 

And Jane starts to feel almost sick again. Honestly, she can’t tell if it’s from nerves or the drugs wearing off, but she knows the time her body wants to sleep again is coming.

Be that as it may, her brain definitely isn’t going to let her go that easily.

As a result, she finds herself in an awful sort of mental limbo, where her body is asleep, dead to the world, but her mind is still buzzing and humming at God-awful decibels. 

Unfortunately, this is about how she felt just before…

For the second time tonight, Jane swears. 

Before she died. This is almost exactly how she felt before she died. Laying limp on the bed, half-dead but still awake, unable to do any more than listen to the voices around her as physicians and ladies-in-waiting nervously enter and exit, talking softly but not quiet enough for Jane to escape it.

She feels that same… that helplessness, now. 

Fears are creeping up on her now, the ones she had hidden all day about what this illness is and how it might end. All day she had known it would be fine, but now…

Now, alone, in the dark, feeling so weak, she isn’t so sure. Would Anne have left her alone if it wasn’t so dire? If her mother didn’t look like she was going to die?

Tears begin to freely flow down Jane’s cheeks and imbed themselves in the navy blue pillowcase, and she can’t even find the strength to wipe her cheeks. She just lays there, sobbing softly, until her vision is blurred and the only thing she can really hear is her own labored and shuddering breathing. The pillowcase is wet under her cheek. As uncomfortable as it is, she can’t bring herself to even move her head.

Her panic and exhaustion is growing worse and worse, a hurricane slowly beginning to storm in her head. There’s nothing she can do to stop it, but, with shaking hands, she reaches for her phone. Her arms feel like lead and her fingers tremble like mad, but she makes out one last message to Anne.

“I’m so sorry, lovebug.”

As soon as it’s done and sent, her fingers give out and the phone slips down, down, down into the carpet below.

Jane’s tears have stopped now, her exhaustion overriding the panic in her head.

Her eyelids flutter shut as the eye of the hurricane finally explodes.

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[the-quiet-winds]

Feeling like a Stranger

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Bo, I’m not lying to you.”

“You’ve been lying to me!” Anne finally explodes. Her hands are in shaking fists at her side, tears welling behind her eyes. Despite them, she is glaring fiercely at Jane, so much so that the latter queen feels impossibly small (even though, as the others often liked to joke, she stood a full head taller than her daughter.) “You never really wanted me, did you?!” Anne accuses. She clenches her fist tighter so she doesn’t lash out and attack Jane.

Not mom.

Not anymore.

Jane.

Jane Seymour.

The woman who stole her husband.

Whatever Jane had said next was muted by Anne’s anger. Jane has a hand raised, it’s trembling slightly, and slowly, oh so slowly, moving closer to Anne’s face until her fingertips bump Anne’s cheek and move slowly to settle on brushing a loose hair behind her ear.

Anne roughly moves away, and Jane startles.

“Why are you saying these things, Bo?” Jane pleads softly.

Anne turns half around, staring at the wall of Jane’s bedroom. The same room where, only just a few weeks ago, Jane had informally taken her in as her daughter. A tight hunch rolls into her shoulder, tension melding her muscles into stone.

“Bo, come on,” Jane says, reaching for her shoulder. “Why do you think I don’t want you?”

Anne’s movements are sharp, disjointed, a far cry from her usual slightly-childish, round moves and bouncing. She takes a far step away from Jane, tears finally streaming down her cheeks, which were flaming an angry red. “Because you don’t! I know it now!” She takes a deep breath. “Look around this place!” She points an accusatory finger at Jane’s nightstand. It was oddly cluttered, a few random things hibernating amongst several small photographs with her fellow queens. Most of them were professional, promotional pictures, but there were some special ones, some they took themselves.

Jane’s heart sinks as she sees what Anne had noticed - her Bo only appears in the professional photos. As in not a single not-mandated picture.

As in Jane had never wanted to take a picture with the girl she now called her daughter.

“Bo-”

“When have we ever done anything together?!” Anne demands. When Jane opens her mouth again, Boleyn cuts in. “Just the two of us. Because we wanted to spend time together.”

Jane closes her mouth.

God, what had she done.

Stuck in her own musings, Jane fails to realize that Anne is standing in the middle of her bedroom, face buried in her hands, shaking with silent sobs.

It takes several moments for her to see this.

As soon as she does, she moves quickly towards her daughter, who, again, pulls away. “Don’t touch me!” She shrieks. Before Jane can grab her or do any of the soft and soothing things she usually does, Anne darts to the door. “I swear, if you follow me…,” Anne warns, hand on the handle. 

Of course, Jane doesn’t listen.

Usually she would, but the look of pain in her daughter’s (can she even still call Anne that?) eyes make her heart do flip-flops in her chest.

She lunges after Anne as she makes her way into the hall of the apartment building, grabbing her hand, and pulling her into the stairwell.

“Get off of me!” Anne protests, but Jane’s hands holding hers just tighten.

“Not until you agree to listen to me,” Jane says softly.

“Why?” Anne cries. “So you can tell me how much you hate me? How you never wanted me-”

Anne is cut off, and honestly she shouldn’t be surprised at the fact, by being pulled tightly into Jane’s arms.

She protests at first, of course she does, but Jane’s hand does that thing with her hair where she touches it all soft and gently strokes the back of her head.

“I love you, Bo,” Jane offers, somewhat lamely. “I-I know I haven’t shown it that much, but… I want you in my life, honey.” 

Anne is quiet. 

That’s a first.

Her hands are locked at her sides, even as Jane pulls her closer, stroking her back oh-so-softly. “You’re the best thing I have,” Jane murmurs. “The best thing in my life.” She pulls back from Anne and playfully taps the tip of her nose, noting how it crinkles at the contact. “My best girl.”

There is the tiniest change in Anne’s eyes at that - the slightest flicker of a firework that brings hope to Jane’s heart. She reaches up to cup Anne’s cheek, swiping off a tear that had made an escape. 

“What about this,” Jane offers quietly, a soft smile playing at her lips, “you go get cleaned up, and we’ll go out and do anything you want. Just us. My treat.”

And that’s how, about an hour and a half later, Anne was dragging Jane through the halls of the New England Aquarium, pointing out every animal she thought was “cool”, saying things like, “Jane look at the colors!”, or, “this one looks like Aragon!”

It was always Jane, never mom. Not right now.

Once Anne felt they had sufficiently toured, Jane takes her hand and leads them back into the streets of Boston, guiding her towards Faneuil Hall.

As they sit outside in the soft autumn breeze, Anne devouring a large ice cream sundae and Jane calming enjoying a small bowl of sorbet, a gentle silence descends between them.

Silence, until Anne has the courage to speak again, the tiniest bit of hot fudge tucking itself in the corner of her lips.

“Jane, I’m really sorry-”

She stops at the soft pad of thumb that runs down the side of her lip, Jane chuckling quietly as she shows Anne the offending chocolate, before wiping it on a napkin and meeting Anne’s eyes again.

“I’m really sorry about earlier,” Anne mumbles, a blush tinting her tanned cheeks. “I overreacted.”

“No,” Jane says simply. “You’re allowed to be upset that your mom isn’t doing a good job at being your mom.” She reaches to take Anne’s hand, running her thumb over her knuckles and squeezing gently. “But not anymore.”

Jane leans forward, her lips brushing softly against Anne’s forehead. “I’m going to try my best for you,” she promises, smiling slightly dopely.

Anne laughs quietly, but returns the grin.

“I can’t wait, mom.”

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[the-quiet-winds]

Nothin’ But a Sinner (part three)

[Brought to an end, hopefully a good one.]

[part one]  - [part two]

[Part 3: Believer]

Anne, deciding to be polite, knocks on the door. 

No response. 

She knocks a little louder this time, but still, nothing.

She twists the door handle, and, surprisingly, it actually opens.

That brings forth one sigh of relief as she steps into the apartment - Jane hasn’t locked her out for her bad behavior. It wasn’t bad, she reminds herself, Jane would’ve wanted her to spend time with the other queens and not worry about her. It’ll be okay.

The slight optimism she feels dies the next moment when she sees the apartment is dark. It’s cold. It feels empty. 

A shiver shoots down her spine as she feels the imaginary draft of the night-laden room. The familiarity of the kitchen begins to melt away into the tiny, cramped tower she had stayed in for the days leading up to her execution. 

Before she can let the discomfort and panic overwhelm her, she snaps herself out of it. ‘You’re okay, sweetheart,’ she hears Jane’s soft voice in her head. ‘It won’t happen again, I promise.’

The gentle hum of her mother’s words help her to regain focus and she moves towards the bedroom.

What’s waiting for her all but throws her back into that same panic. 

Jane is laying on her side, arms dangling off the bed and her phone on the floor. She looks so pale, she looks like she’s not breathing, and Anne already is nearly in tears.

“Mom,” she whispers. She lurches forward to kneel in front of Jane, gently taking her hands and giving them a squeeze. “Can you hear me?”

Just like with the knock on the door, there is no response. 

Anne rips the duvet off of Jane and lets out an audible sigh of relief at the slight, easy rise and fall of Jane’s chest. It’s a little shaky and probably not as deep as it should be, but it’s there and it’s the confirmation Anne needs.

Not as panicked now, she shifts to sit on the bed behind Jane. She gently begins to shake her shoulders. “Gotta wake up now, mom.”

Jane still doesn’t budge, save for the tiniest groan that resonates low in her throat.

“Come on,” Anne whispers, shaking again. “You need to wake up. Please.”

Finally, after what had felt like far longer than forty-five seconds or so, Jane’s eyelids flutter as she begins to wake.

“Mom,” Anne sighs, “it’s me.”

Jane blinks sleep and the last lingering bits of her sickness out of her eyes before looking to Anne.

“Annie?”

Her voice is raspy and hoarse and scratchy, and Anne immediately reaches for the water bottle on the bedside table. “Here, mom, drink.”

She helps Jane sit more up before bringing the bottle to her lips, allowing her small sips before pulling away.

“What happened?” Jane can barely manage to ask.

“You were really sick, mom, do you remember that?”

After a brief pause, Jane nods. The events of last night begin to flood back to her. 

“You never came home,” she whispers.

Anne flinches at the reminder. “I know,” she admits softly. “I went drinking with the girls after the show. We had a lot of fun.” She slips a tiny smile as she recalls dancing with her queens, a half-drunk cocktail in her hand. It falls away a moment later. “I may have had a little too much. Aragon dropped me off at my place and I basically passed out.”

Jane nods slowly, looking away from Anne and towards the far wall. “I’m glad you had fun,” she says quietly.

“Mom-”

“It’s okay,” Jane says. 

“It’s not,” Anne protests. “I should have been here, taking care of you.”

“Well you’re here now.”

Jane’s words, so soft but so harshly forced, only because of her vocal ailment, cut into Anne’s heart.

She opens her mouth but no words come out, and Jane smiles at her softly. Managing to sit up slightly more, Jane unfurls her arms and offers herself to Anne.

Without hesitation, Anne falls into the embrace, burying her face in Jane’s shoulder and wrapping her arms gently around her waist.

“Are you mad?” She mumbles blearily into Jane’s shoulder, almost afraid of the answer.

She feels Jane’s chuckle rather than hears it. A hand raises to stroke through her tangled nest of hair.

“No,” Jane whispers. She kisses Anne’s temple so softly. “I promise, I’m not mad.”

“Why not?” Anne asks. She frowns at herself. “I left you alone when you needed me.”

“That’s not how I see it,” Jane promises. “You just made a mistake, love. That’s all.”

Anne opens her mouth again, but Jane feels this too early and shushes her with a soft pat on the back of her head. “I love you, Annie,” she whispers, her voice fading out again. “Nothing you could do could change that.”

Anne feels tears well in her eyes but fights them back. “I love you too,” she says as soon as she knows doing it won’t make her cry. “You’re the best mom I could ever ask for.”

Those words bring Jane back to the first time Anne had said them - cuddled up in Jane’s bed in the Boston apartment, after a fallout that nearly broke them. She smiles and kisses Anne’s head tenderly.

“And you, lovebug, are the best daughter I could ask for.” She barely manages out the last word, but Anne knows what she meant, and she grins tearily again.

Instead of crying, Anne just burrows farther into her mom’s warm embrace, contently closing her eyes and soaking in the relief of the knowledge of one simple fact:

Nothing could ever separate her and her mother, no matter what.

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[the-quiet-winds]

Friday Night with the Holy Ghost

[More Sixcago]

“Wake up! Please wake up!”

“An ambulance is coming. Breath, hon.”

“She’s not moving!”

“Anne,” Parr says softly, “she’s going to be okay.”

“She’s bleeding!” Anne nearly wails, moving closer to Jane, hunching almost protectively over her.

“The ambulance is almost here,” Parr promises. “They’re going to take good care of her.”

Anne’s observations were correct, however. There was a small puddle of blood gathering behind Jane’s head, rested limply against the second step of the set, coming from a decent cut running just behind her ear.

“They’re here!” Aragon yells from backstage.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who ‘they’ are, as several men and women in paramedics uniforms storm the stage, pushing Anne away so they could better get to Jane.

“What happened?” One of the women asks in a soft, calm voice.

“S-she… during the show-”

“She fell about halfway through our show,” Parr takes the explanation, pulling the shaking Anne under her arm. “Tripped over her own feet, I think. Toppled on the steps.”

“And this cut?”

Parr points to the headpiece Jane usually wore, discarded by Maggie’s guitar setup. “Probably from that.”

“We’re going to take her to the hospital, just to watch over her,” the woman explains gently. “Are there any family members here?”

“Me,” Bo squeaks out, “please let me go with her.”

The woman opens her mouth to speak, but closes it again and nods instead. She gestures for Anne to follow as they fit Jane to a stretcher and carry her out the side door and into the ambulance.

The ride isn’t very long, but Anne can’t help but feel the icy fear gnawing at her heart as she fought down her worries for her mother, looking so pale and lifeless as she shakes in rhythm with the wheels of the ambulance.

The vehicle rushes to a stop a few moments later, and everything is a blur. Next thing Anne knows, she’s pacing the waiting room, fingers digging into her skull as she tries not to panic again.

How could she not, though? 

How was she just supposed to sit and wait as her mother potentially died on the other side of those doors?

‘Stop,’ Anne tells herself, ‘she’s not dying. She just fell. She’s going to be fine. She’s going to be fine. She’s going to be-’

“Miss Boleyn?”

Anne spins on her heels to face the nurse who called her name. “Yes?”

“Miss Seymour is awake.”

“Can I see her?”

The nurse nods and gestures for her to follow.

Again, the walk to Jane is short, only a few hallways between them, but her knees tremble and her lungs don’t take in enough air as she prepares herself for the worse.

But Jane doesn’t look all that bad when Anne finally reaches her. Sure, there’s a bandage on the spot behind her ear, and she looks a little pale, but for the most part, she just looks tired.

“I’ll give you two some alone time,” the nurse says. “I’ll wait for your friends to get here?”

“That would be nice, thank you,” Jane responds, and the nurse leaves them alone after that. Jane looks to Anne, fidgeting with her hands inside of her hoodie pocket (Jane’s hoodie, specifically, the one Anne stole during an impromptu sleepover and never returned). She looks worried, nearly afraid. 

“Bo?” Jane calls softly, and Anne comes blinking out of her reverie. She gives her daughter a soft smile. “I’m okay, sweetheart,” she promises. “They said I have a mild concussion and will be out of a few shows, but in a week I’ll be back to normal.”

“A week?” Anne squeaks - how is she supposed to go a whole week without Jane on stage with her?

Jane reaches a hand out for Anne, beckoning her closer. Anne takes it without a thought, perching on the edge of the bed. “And you,” Jane says, tapping Anne’s nose with the tip of her index finger, “can take care of me for that week. Movies, food, lots of cuddling.” She gives a lopsided grin as Anne giggles, as quiet as it is. 

When Anne sobers merely a moment later, looking to Jane with pleading, worried eyes, Jane simply opens her arms. She doesn’t have to wait long for Anne to fall into them, clinging to her mother as tears finally start to fall.

“I-I was so scared,” she mumbles into Jane’s shoulder. “I thought… I might lose you.”

Jane hushes her gently, kissing her head. “You’ll never lose me.” She pulls Anne away from her shoulder to cup her cheeks, a thumb catching a tear escaping across her cheekbone. “I love you, Bo. And I’m always going to be here for you,” she promises, looking right into Anne’s eyes and never looking away for a second.

Anne crumbles back into Jane’s arms after that. “I love you too, mom.”

When the others arrive about ten minutes later, traffic being a bear because of a Red Sox game, Aragon would later complain, they’d be escorted to the room by a nurse who would make sure to hush them before opening the door.

Anne is asleep, her head resting against Jane’s chest, curled tightly into her side. Jane holds her, even as she also sleeps, her chin protectively over the crown of Anne’s head.

The image brings a small smile to everyone’s face, and Parr can’t resist taking a picture (she knows Jane will want it later), before leaving mother and daughter to their slumber.

Anne gives the feeblest whimper, trapped in a dream, and clings tighter to her mom.

And even in sleep, Jane holds her closer, never letting go for the world.

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[the-quiet-winds]

In the Cold Light

[A dip into the Sixcago verse. Inspired by Abby Mueller and Andrea Macasaet]

“Do you even still love me?”

“Wh- of course I do! Where did you get that idea from?”

Jane sucks in a harsh breath. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“But-“ Anne grabs her hand to keep her from leaving. “Don’t leave!”

“I said,” Jane says sharply, pulling away from Anne, “I don’t want to talk about it.” She clenches her hands into fists and looks at the floor, shaking in anger and shame and desperately trying to avoid the tears blooming in Anne’s eyes.

“Please,” Anne whispers. “Talk to me.”

“Leave me alone, Bo,” Jane hisses.

“No, Jane,” Anne counters, but her usual fire is absent. “Just talk to me. What’s going on?”

Instead of answering, Jane simply storms out of the dressing room, leaving a very stressed and scared Anne behind.

Aragon and Parr chase after her, but she’s gone without a trace, somewhere along the streets of Cambridge…

And Anne is all alone.

She misses her immediately.

She watches with the slightest hint of disdain as Mallory quickly began to get ready for an unexpected performance – it wasn’t that she didn’t like Mallory, not at all. She loved her, she was practically her sister. But Anne wants Jane.

Anne knows she shouldn’t. Their past dictates that they should be mortal enemies, that she should hate Jane with every fiber of her being.

But she doesn’t.

She did, at the beginning. She hated the awkwardly-limbed, slightly-too-tall Jane who barely spoke and danced in weird ways and didn’t really know how to carry herself in this new life.

But then they started to talk. Every time Anne was nervous or unsure during their initial rehearsals in Chicago, Jane would give her a friendly smile and encouraging words.

Anne told herself not to get too attached. They were only doing a few weeks in Chicago, then it was all over. But they got extended. Then a move to Boston. Next Canada, then St. Paul, then, somehow, an opening on Broadway.

“Ten minutes! Ten minutes to curtain!”

The announcement over the loudspeaker jolts Anne out of her musings, and she finishes her makeup, sips some more water, then slowly drags herself up to the stage level.

Katherine gently bumps her with her elbow.

“It’ll be okay,” Katherine promises, smiling cheekily. She softens a moment later. “She’ll be alright. You know Jane can be a bit… emotional, sometimes.”

Anne nods glumly, allowing Katherine to take her hand and lead her on stage.

If she’s being honest, Anne doesn’t remember a lot of the show. Mostly, the only thing she recognizes is the pangs in her chest that she felt when it wasn’t Jane’s voice singing after her.

She can’t bring herself to stage door after the show. As quickly as she can, she’s changing out of her show costume and throwing her street clothes back on, barely realizing she’s got her shirt on the wrong way and racing out the back to get to Jane’s place.

Jane’s apartment is no where near her own, but Anne knows she won’t be sleeping tonight if she doesn’t go talk to her.

She goes up the elevator and shuffles nervously in front of the door to Jane’s apartment before working up the courage to knock.

There’s some sort of half-hearted hum from inside, which Anne nervously takes as an invitation.

“Jane?” She calls softly. “Where are you?”

She doesn’t have to look that far. A quick glance into the bedroom of the small apartment betrays Jane, half-curled under the heavy covers on her bed, make-up lines streaking down her cheeks.

When she sees Anne, it’s hard to tell if it’s relief, pain, or anger that crosses her face with the slightest motion of her eyebrow and twitch of her nose.

Without much hesitation, Anne rushes into the room. She barely kicks off her shoes before laying down next to Jane and trying to move as close to her as possible.

“Please,” she all but whimpers, “tell me what’s wrong.”

Jane doesn’t answer, her head falling to the side away from Anne.

The younger girl gives a tiny sort of whine. She presses herself closer to Jane.

“You’re scaring me I don’t know why you took off but I’m sorry for whatever I did just please tell me what’s wrong,” Anne rambles off one in one massive sentence, hoping to get through to Jane.

Finally, after an agonizingly long lull of silence, she hears it. “Do you even still love me?”

It’s the same question from in the dressing room, the one Anne hadn’t fully answered.

“Of course I do,” she says, her voice softer now. It trembles, despite this, weary and worried at giving the Jane the wrong impression. “Why would you think I don’t?”

Jane shudders, barely. “You’ve been spending so much time with Parr,” she mumbles out. “I thought you were replacing me.”

“Never,” Anne breathes out, astonished that Jane would even think she could be replaced. “You… Jane you’re…” she knows what she wants to say, but her mouth and larynx won’t cooperate to make the word.

“It’s okay,” Jane says softly, “I know-“

“You’re like my mom!” Anne finally bursts out. She takes the most steadying breath she can. “You’re like my mom in this life. Mum, mom, whatever.” Anne chokes out a sobbed breath. “I need you.”

“But-“

“No, mom,” she counters with slightly more confidence than before. “All those days in those early rehearsals, you were there for me when no one else was.” A moment’s peace. “Why don’t you believe me?”

That voice, so young and innocent and vulnerable, pulls at Jane’s heartstrings. She can’t help the turn that follows, bringing her to face Anne, tears in those big brown eyes and sloping down soft cheeks.

She swallows hard. “Because what’s so special about me? Look at me,” she chuckles hollowly. “I’m awkward and don’t ever know what to say and-“

Her next thought is cut off by arms tightly wound around her waist, a tiny frame shaking slightly against her. “Stop,” Anne whimpers out. “You’re the best mom I could ever ask for.”

“I’m not your mom, honey,” Jane reminds her softly.

Anne’s face lifts out of her shoulder, looking up to her with those pained eyes. “Don’t you want to be?”

At that, Jane is at a loss for words.

Maybe she does.

When she meets Anne’s pleading gaze again, she knows her answer deep down in her gut. She gently brushes a lock of hair out of Anne’s face with a long finger. “If you’d like that, I’d be more than happy to be your mom, Bo.”

The gentle, loving nickname, born from Anne’s own jokes about her height and habit of calling herself ‘Baby Bo’, brings a smile and a few more tears to Anne’s face.

She feels the softest kiss against her forehead. “I love you, Bo.”

Anne melts into the embrace, holding tightly to her mother figure as the covers are drawn more tightly around them. “I love you too, mom,” she mumbles.

Barely a few moments later, Anne is asleep in the warmth of Jane’s, her mother’s, embrace.

Jane smiles down at her, easily tucking the girl’s head under her chin and running deft fingers along the length of Anne’s hair.

With that same tiny grin still on her lips, Jane holds her daughter close, the promise of her devotion giving her the much needed peace of mind to finally sleep.

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[the-quiet-winds]

could you write chicago!boleyn & chicago!seymour headcanons please? thank you! i love your writing btw :)

guys i love them

- not friends at first. anne despised jane.

- jane did her best but was far from accustomed to this new world. figuring out her new body was one of the hardest parts - she was not this tall before.

- they didn’t talk for the first two weeks of rehearsal, but jane would occasionally give a half-smile to anne in encouragement and soon the ice melted

- chicago jane isn’t as naturally warm and maternal as west end jane. she’s very awkward and doesn’t always know how to react in social environments, but she does her best

- after anne becomes her ‘daughter’, jane struggles a lot with how to be any sort of positive mother figure. it takes a lot of reassurance from anne to promise her she’s doing alright

bonus: in this verse, jane isn’t so maternal towards k howard, but they are still very close (and once the group becomes a true family, jane definitely sees katherine as a sister, and she will get mothered every once in a while, because jane doesn’t know what to do. ever.)

[babeebobo]

BabeeBoBo Writing Master Post!

So my friend asked me to make a master post so she could find my fanfics, not sure how often I’ll update, but I’ll try my best!

Almost all my titles are based off of tik tok sounds

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!

These fanfics have nothing to do with the actresses (or the historical queens!)

bolded works are new

We Are the Tigers:

Oneshots:

And Then There Were Two - Cairo x Kate

Six Broadway Verse:

Drabbles:

Vertically Challenged - Parr & Boleyn

Mother Daughter Cuddles - Baby Bo & Jane

Full Bed - Baby Bo & Jane

Lack of Belief - Mal!Howard & Baby Bo

Get In the Pond You Silly Goose - Mal!Howard & Baby Bo

You Caught Me - Baby Bo & Jane

Oneshots:

Coloring Pages and Cuddles - Baby Bo & Jane

Nights Off - Baby Bo & Jane

Sisterly Bonding - Parr & Boleyn

Scary Movies - Parr & Boleyn

A Million and One Rooms - Baby Bo & Jane

Oh To See Without My Eyes - Mal!Howard & Baby Bo

Six in General:

Oneshots:

Don’t Let Me Go - Aragon & Boleyn

[babeebobo]

Some more six broadway Parrlyn :)

Plot brought to you by @disneybroadwaychipmunk

Plot: Jane promised Anne she would bring her to build a bear, but she got sick so Cathy takes her instead :3 this is also gonna be the story as to how Anne got her stuffed dog Princeton (which was a little head-canon I made here)

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!

I do NOT own the characters/people and while this is a sixcago fanfic it is only set in the sixcago verse! it has nothing to do with Andrea and Anna, this is their CHARACTERS not them themselves. this is for the others who may enjoy reading and me who enjoys writing! sending all of love hope you enjoy x

Anne was excited from the second she woke up early Saturday morning. Not only did she have off the first show, so did her mom. And as a present, Jane promised to bring the child to Build-A-Bear. As a small gift for doing eight shows a week.

The gremlin ran into her mom’s room and hopped on the bed, “Mom! Mom! Wake up! You told me we were going to Build-A-Bear!” She smiled shaking her mom. Her excitement only lasted a few seconds before a loud cough came from the older women.

“Babes, I would love to take you, but I’m not feeling so great. I’m sorry.” Anne’s smile dropped,

“But... you promised.”

“I’m sorry Bo, I’m sick, and I don’t wanna get you sick as well.”

Anne nodded sadly and walked downstairs, the skip in her step now gone. The queens noticed her mood immediately.

“The hell happened to you?” Katherine asked bluntly, receiving a nudge from her other mother figure, Aragon.

“Mom is sick so she can’t take me to build-a-bear anymore.” She pouted resting her chin on the kitchen island.

“I’m sorry babes, I know how much you were looking forward to it,” Aragon started, “But you both have off first show, you can still hang out right? Watch a movie, relax.”

“That’s the thing, mom doesn’t wanna get me sick.”

“I’m sure it’s just a cold, Bo, I think you’ll be fine. She loves you is all.” Aragon smiles gently stroking the girl’s hair.

“Oh! If Jane isn’t better by Monday, I’ll take you!” Kat offered a sympathetic smile across her face. Anne smiled at the thought of going to Build-A-Bear with her cousin. She could already see her getting attached to a stuffed dog and then name is something stupid.

It was moments like these that Anne never forgot. Where even when she was upset her family was there for her, even Aragon, who hated her for most of her first life.

Anne was snapped from her thoughts when she heard someone bounding down the stairs, and to know surprise it was Cathy Parr. “Well look who decided to wake up. Get any sleep?” Cleves teased. Catherine never slept, not for that long at least. She was always up at night writing or drawing and Anne felt bad whenever she would come to her for nightmares since that would only make her stay up longer.

“Haha, funny, Anna. And yes I actually slept. Five hours tonight, not my usual three.” Catherine’s teasing grin fell at the sight of Anne still in somewhat of a slump, “What’s up, Bo? You look like McDonalds is closing.”

“Jane is sick so she can’t go to Build-A-Bear today. I said I’d take her Monday but she wanted to go today.” Kat shrugged stepping up from her place at the table. Cathy rested her chin on Anne’s head,

“I can take you if you’d like. I’ll take off the first show with you, have Nicole go on. The audience will love an alternate massive anyways.”

Boleyn’s smiled returned and she looked up at Cathy with hopeful eyes, “Really?”

“Yeah, just us two, some sisterly bonding.” Anne nodded excitedly, “good, now hurry up and get ready, we’ll leave in thirty minutes.”

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Anne dragged the taller girl through the mall and towards Build-A-Bear. Of course Cathy had to park as far away from the place as she could which resulted in Anne seeing other stores and wanting to look through there as well. On top of the bear Anne was going to make, she had managed to convince Cathy to let her get ice cream and a Sleeping Beauty crown from the Disney store.

Despite being almost broke, Catherine smiled as she watched the girl skip around the mall with a large smile on her face. Her eyes widened and sparkled as they entered Build-A-Bear and Cathy sat back and watched as Anne looked through all of the bears before deciding on a pink bunny with blue spots.

“These are unrealistic.” Catherine mumbled sarcastically earning a frown from Boleyn,

“Don’t ruin the fun. You pick one!” Anne smiled pushing Catherine towards the bins.

“Anne, what am I gonna use this for? I don’t sleep with stuffed animals like you.” Anne pouted. Her pleading eyes were enough for Cathy to change her mind, “Fine, I’ll make one. If it means that much to you.” Boleyn cheered silently and let Parr pick out one of the unstuffed toys. “This one.” She said holding up a light brown dog that looked much like a golden retriever puppy.

Cathy watched as the smile on Boleyn’s face only grew as her bunny became closer and closer to being complete. And while Anne had her’s in a small princess dress, Parr kept hers as it was. Though she did buy it a skateboard, since Anne insisted on her getting something for her dog.

The two walked out of the store hand in hand carrying their newly stuffed toys. “So what did you name yours?” Anne asked, “Mine is named Pinky.”

“Very creative. I named mine Princeton. And he’s yours now.” Catherine smiled hanging the dog over to Anne.

“Why? You should keep him. He’s yours.”

“I told you Bo, I don’t sleep with stuffed animals like you. He can be like your good luck charm, bring you good dreams.”

“Can I spray him with your perfume so he at least smells like you?”

“If you want.” Cathy chuckled pulling the girl closer. “Let’s go get McDonalds, huh? Before we have to head to the theater?” Anne smiled up at her.

“Yeah!”

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[babeebobo]

LOOK MORE BABY BO AND MAMA JANE BECAUSE THEY GIVE ME LIFE!

They is smol and cute and I love :)

Plot: Anne has a nightmare so she goes to Jane and her response is to give Bo a coloring book and crayons

!!!D-I-S-C-L-A-I-M-E-R!!!

I do NOT own the characters/people and while this is a sixcago fanfic it is only set in the sixcago verse! it has nothing to do with Andrea and Abby, this is their CHARACTERS not them themselves. this is for the others who may enjoy reading and me who enjoys writing! sending all the love hope you enjoy x

Anne sat up straight in her bed and looked around panicking slightly. She let out a whimper before grabbing her stuffed dog and running across the hall and into her mom’s room.

She knocked on the door gently before pushing it open and walking in. “Mom?” She called out her voice cracking slightly. Jane was sitting at her desk writing something in her book when she looked back towards the girl.

“Bo, what’s wrong?” She asked motioning for the girl to come to her. Jane pulled the girl into her lap and wiped a few stray pieces of hair from her face, “What happened, sweetheart?”

Anne sniffled and used her arm to wipe her eyes, “I had another nightmare.” Jane nodded her head slightly as she let the smaller girl lean her head against her chest.

“Would you like to talk about it,” she asked quietly. Anne normally had nightmares, usually about her execution. A sort of flashback to how she died. Sometimes back to her way she was treated as queen, her father, her brother, Henry. How she was viewed. Many things.

Most nights Anne just stayed with Jane. Sometimes with Parr. Those nights she never had nightmares, and if she did, they weren’t as bad as the ones she experienced by herself.

Jane rocked the small girl back and forth for a while before she was finally calm enough to speak again, “I... I was in the tower—the one I stayed in before... before...” Jane knew what the girl was trying to say and shushed her keeping her rocking at a steady pace. Anne took a small breath and continued,

“Henry was there... and he... he told me he never loved me... I was an excuse to get rid of Aragon. He wanted me for my son and when I didn’t give him one that’s when he knew he was done with me.”

Jane sighed and began to rub the queen’s back in a calming say whispering small words in her ear. “You’re okay, Bo, I promise. I’m right here.” Jane gave her a sad smile and turned back to her desk grabbing a small coloring book that laid in the drawer. “Would you like to do some coloring?”

The smaller girl smiled and nodded and she grabbed one of the colored pencils from her mom’s pencil holder. She flipped through some of the pages before landing on one with a cat playing with some yarn.

Jane watched as the girl’s frown was replaced with a smile and her eyes lit up as she started to see the picture come together. Jane stayed silent only continuing to rub the girl’s back, letting the imagination of the girl do most of the work.

Eventually Boleyn turned back to her mom smiling, the perfectly colored picture in her hand. “Don’t forget to sign it.” her mom laughed pointing to the corner of the page. Anne quickly jotted down an AB before giving it back to her mom.

“For you!” She smiled placing the picture into Jane’s hand. Jane saw the girl stifle a yawn and that’s when it dawned on her that it was 1:30 in the morning.

“Thank you baby, but I think you should head back to bed now.” She let the picture down on her desk and lifted the Boleyn girl from her lap.

“Can I just stay with you?” Boleyn asked looking up at her mom with wide eyes. Jane nodded and led the girl to her bed, tucking her in and planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodnight Bo, I love you.”

[babeebobo]

More Six Broadway Fluff (Drabble)

This one is ft. Baby Bo and Sister Parr :) because everyone loves Parrlyn (but here they’re like sisters so ye)

!!!D-I-S-C-L-A-I-M-E-R!!!

I do NOT own the characters/people and while this is a sixcago fanfic it is only set in the sixcago verse! it has nothing to do with Andrea and Anna, this is their CHARACTERS not them themselves. this is for the others who may enjoy reading and me who enjoys writing! sending all of love hope you enjoy x

Boleyn stared up at the Oreos on the top shelf of the pantry. She groaned as she stood on her tip-toes to try and grab them. She rolled her eyes before attempting to jump a couple of times, but she still wasn’t high enough to grab them.

Anne placed her right foot atop one of the bottom shelves and hoisted herself up as she continued to climb up the pantry to retrieved the cookies.

She smiled as the tip of her fingers reached the wrapper of the Oreos. Though her small victory didn’t last long as her foot slipped and she began to fall, only to be caught by someone.

The small girl let out a sigh as she realized her savior was non other than Cathy Parr. “Need help there shorty?” she asked teasingly as she reached up and grabbed the Oreos for the older girl and placing them in her hands.

“Do not insult the vertically challenged!” She pouted before waking away from the girl leaving Parr laughing.