#sweet & shy Bertie

[spiritundaunted]

Bertie & Elizabeth, flirting...

The Duke & Duchess of York (later King George VI & Queen Elizabeth) pose for formal pictures while on tour in Ulster.

Elizabeth looks over and teases Bertie for looking so serious, which makes him giggle.

Love the little bashful foot shuffle! 💕

Source: British Pathe

(dude in the middle be like, awkward!!)

[for-valour]

Part 1

On this day: June 7, 1939 saw King George VI become the first British monarch to travel to the United States. It was a fleeting visit, sandwiched between a longer tour of Canada.

Can we talk about Eleanor Roosevelt ushering Queen Elizabeth back into line?😂

The King was accompanied by Queen Elizabeth. An invitation from President Franklin D. Roosevelt was also extended to Their Majesties’ young daughters, princesses Lilibet and Margaret Rose, but Bertie decided that they were still too young to undertake such a long and tiring journey.

The visit was officially to secure and gain support for the provision of aid from the US to the UK in the event of conflict with Nazi Germany. The war began less than three months after this trip.

Part 2 coming up whenever I get the time 😅

gifs made by @for-valour

Sources: British Pathé.

[messylustt]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write something kinky with Ethan Landry where reader is maybe a young professor in Blackmore University? Sorry if it is too much and have a wonderful day! 🩷

babe I love this idea. this was a little too fun to write

pretty professor — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan has a crush on his pretty professor.

contents : female oral. kissing. student x professor. allude to male oral. wc 2.9k

pt one pt two

Walking into the lecture hall you adjusted your skirt, your notes in hand. This was a hard job to attain, and here you were, a young professor at Blackmore University. New York has always been a place you wanted to work, the bustling city was something you appreciated and thrived in.

Though one of your downfalls and weak point for criticism was your age. A young professor wasn’t unheard of, but at Blackmore there was minimal to none. So, you did notice the judgmental looks from other professors, the passing comments on how you dressed far too scandalous for a school.

You dressed modestly, simple skirts and blouses, but the older generation only saw your bare legs and thought ‘hey, theres one of those thirsty girls’. You try your best to ignore it, knowing you earned this position. Rumours were rumours. And you’d think that adults were far too mature for bullshit like that, but you guess any age is open for bitchy gossip.

You reach the desk, the large projector displaying your subject behind you, as students began to fill the seats.

Ethan walks in with Chad, hearing him explain something he’d missed at the party the other night. But when he reached the entry to the lecture hall his hearing was lost and his eyes were focused. Ethan watches as you organised yourself, leaning over your desk to reach a pencil or something. Ethan couldn’t see what because his focus was somewhere a little less…innocent.

His first class with you had gone horribly for him because his hearing always seemed to stop working when he was in your presence and all his senses filtered solely to his gaze. You were gorgeous. And Ethan couldn’t look away.

It was wrong in the sense that you were his professor, but it wasn’t like he was ogling Mrs. Bertie, the old lady with a forming monobrow. You were young. But you were still his professor.

He knew many of the other students felt things regarding you, with the way they smirked and eyed your chest, wishing they could use your desk to their advantage. Ethan would always scowl when he caught this, mainly because his thoughts weren’t far different. But he doesn’t watch you like your some meat he wants to try, he watches you like a woman, a mature, beautiful woman, that happens to make his pants feel tighter than usual.

Ethan was shy, and everyone knew it. He’d never had experience with a girlfriend, but now whenever Chad would point to a girl he would always compare her to you. And every time they would fail his silent assessment, because they didn’t have your legs, your eyes, or your smile. They weren’t you. But Ethan couldn’t have you, not that he would have the balls to make a move.

You’d deny him. You’d have to. He was your student and that’s all he was to you. He hated that, because he wanted more.

You gained the attention of your students, beginning the lesson with a smile. God, you were so sweet.

“Bro, you should totally tap that.” Whispered one of the frat boys to his generic friend. Ethan’s jaw clenched as he watched the two boys eye you, trying to lean back to see if they could look under your skirt. Ethan felt the urge to kick them, since he was in perfect reach, seated behind them. But he knew the trouble that would be brought to him if he fucked with a house member.

Ethan readjusted himself as he shifted his gaze back to you. A slight hint of his anger dissipating.

You were always eager to answer questions from students who needed help, always supportive and understanding. Everyone practically loved you. Ethan’s hearing drowned out as he watched you move and point to your examples, your careful fingers running along the long stick you used to point to said examples.

Ethan’s breathing turned slightly heavy as the class went on. God, he loved the way you styled your hair.

A while later he noticed people packing up, the lesson finished already. He held back a groan at how fast the time flew. Too fast, because his lesson after lunch was with fucking Mr. Steven, the devil himself.

“Bro.” Chad nudged Ethan, before gesturing to the front. Ethan turned his head to see that you were staring at him, a slight tilt to your head.

“Ethan, could you see me for a moment.” You kept your voice light, not trying to draw too much attention.

He stared at you, computing your words. You were smiling at him, and you were asking to see him. In a professional sense, but still. Ethan gulped. “Y-yeah.” Fuck, he thinks. Why did he have to stutter? He stands and Chad holds back a chuckle at Ethan and his little crush.

“Have fun, man.” Chad whispered before he followed the throng of students out.

Ethan followed you back to the desk, gulping down all his nerves. You turned to him, leaning slightly against the wood.

“Ethan, I didn’t want to say this in front of the class, but your failing.” You say, looking thoughtful.

“I am?” Of course he was. All he could focus on was you and the way he wanted to touch your skin. “Sorry.”

“That’s alright,” you begin, turning to the exit. “I have your papers in my office, if you could give me some of your time we could go over the troubles your having?”

Ethan tries not to nod too eagerly as he follows you to your office.

Opening the door, you immediately head to your file cabinet, rummaging through names.

Ethan gazes around. He’d been to your office once before, he remembered your large desk the most. And the way you would look so lovely pressed to the wood as you begged for his—”

“It must be in the storage cupboard.” You sigh, breaking Ethan’s train of thought. He turns red, trying to clear the erotic images of you wide and open for him. Your pretty big eyes looking at him with lust, and want.

You head to the side door, swiftly walking in to search for Ethan’s notes and assignments. Ethan watches as the door swings open further. And he hated to see it as an invitation you unintentionally offered. He stands anyway, walking to the doorframe.

“I’m sorry Ethan, I should have been more prepared.” You say as you bent down to reach a box.

“That’s alright, professor.” His breath hitches as your skirt rides up dangerously high.

You stand straight, resting your hands on your hips. “Why don’t you head to lunch. We can catch up next time.” You smile, having had no luck in finding his work.

Ethan steps inside. “I already ate earlier. Plus I’d rather get this done now.” He tries to sound indifferent as he reaches your side. You smelt so sweet. “Let me help you find it.”

“If your sure, then maybe check that box in the corner.”

Ethan obeys, walking past you and to said box. He ignores the way your arm brushes past him, your chest extremely close.

He crouches down, rummaging through the different names.

After having no luck he turns, still crouched, only to freeze.

Your trying to reach something on the high shelf, your body stretched along with your clothes. Ethan can see straight up your skirt.

His skin burns as he spots your lacy panties. Quickly standing, he coughs, as you lower and turn.

“Any luck?”

Ethan shakes his head, not trusting his words. You run your hand through your hair in annoyance. But all Ethan can focus on his how your lips pout in your state. He gulps.

Your facing him, back nearly pressed to the shelves. He could imagine you whining as he sucked your neck against them, his hands caging you in.

Ethan then catches your expression and realises he’d stepped closer.

You stare at Ethan, watching as he gulps, his chest heaving fast. Your brows furrow as you step closer. “Are you feeling alright?” You reach your hand up to press against his forehead. He felt warm. “Maybe you should go to the nurses office?” You shift your hand to his temple and then to his cheek. He felt extremely hot.

Ethan is frozen. Your a breath away and your touching him. His pulse beats in his ears as watches worry swirl in your eyes. You thought he was sick. His heart lurched at your concern for him. God, he wanted to kiss you. What if he just…

He steps a fraction closer, your hand falling away. He watches as you tilt your head in slight confusion. But before you can voice any thoughts Ethan’s breath is on your lips. You stop, opening your mouth and Ethan gives in, smashing his lips to yours.

At the force you stubble back into the shelves as a Ethan follows. He places his hand at your back before you hit the metal.

He tries not to moan into your mouth, feeling almost dizzy. He laps at your tongue like a desperate puppy, already feeling high off your taste. He presses himself fully against you.

You can feel how hard he is against your hip and your gasping. “Ethan!”

Ethan breathes against your lips. “You want to know why I keep failing?” He asks. “Because every one of your lessons all I can focus on is your gorgeous body. I can’t hear a thing because I’m imagining what you taste like on my tongue.”

Your utterly shocked. You had always seen Ethan as a shy student. And now hearing the dirty words spill from his lips has you pressing your thighs together. “Ethan…”

He lets a groan slip as his name tumbles from you lips. “Oh, god.” His grip has grown possessive on your hip as he eats at your lips. He can’t pull away, not now that your finally in his arms. You hate the fact that your letting him. Christ, your still at school. What if a fellow professor just walked in?

“Ethan we can’t.” You try. “The other professors already think I’m some whore.”

Ethan’s eyes flare. They what? “Some whore? Do they think you fuck all your students?”

You gape at him. He licks at your top lip, already growing addicted to the feel of your mouth.

“You haven’t let any one of them bend you over your desk, have you?”

He kisses you again, pressing you further into the shelf. “You wouldn’t let another student fuck you.” He explores your mouth, becoming very acquainted with your tongue. Your pressing your thighs together as you try to ignore the wetness pooling between. You were student and professor. Ethan and you both knew that.

“What if someone sees?” You mutter.

Ethan’s eyes shine with eagerness. “Does that mean you’d let me touch you if we weren’t here?” He feels ecstatic. “You’d want me to feel you?” He loves the thought of you wanting him back. “I would touch you everywhere if you’d let me.” He rasps out.

Ethan then pulls down the collar of your blouse as he places a sloppy kiss just by your breast. “Your not some whore, your a beautiful woman who makes boys like me fall to their knees.”

You gasp, as he kisses up your neck to hover over your lips again. “But you don’t need those other boys on their knees. You only need me.” He licks a stripe across your bottom lip. “I can make you feel so, so good, professor.”

Your light-headed. Shock isn’t a big enough word. You’d seen the lustful gazes form some of your students. But Ethan you’d never caught eyeing you. Ethan of all of them, you hadn’t imagined would be doing this.

“Your just so pretty.” He breathes, sucking your bottom lip as he shifts against you. He slightly shudders as his dick glides across your hip. His breathing picks up as he tries to hold back from grinding into you pathetically.

“Ethan, that’s…sweet, but you know this is forbidden.” You say, making Ethan catch your gaze.

“Sweet? You found that sweet?” Ethan probes.

He doesn’t know where this confidence has come from but maybe it’s the fact that he has you nearly trembling in his hold. That sense of power has him almost panting.

“Well, then there’s no harm in letting me touch you. If you think me kissing you is sweet. Then your only making your student happy.” He runs his lips across your jaw. “You want your students to be happy, right?”

Your shuddering, your breathing getting caught in your throat. “Shit, Ethan.”

Ethan grins against your skin, as he slightly moves his hips to rub against you. Pleasure shoots straight to your pussy as you choke a moan.

“I-I’m your professor.” You weakly try.

“And I’m your student.” Ethan responds as he trails his hand down your stomach, and along your skirt. “One who would love to just take a bite out of you.”

His hand slips under your skirt making you jolt. He reaches your panties, and quickly bypasses them to touch your soaking cunt. “Oh.” Ethan hisses out, as he spreads your wetness along your clit.

Your choking on air as you clutch his shoulders. “Isn’t it so sweet that your letting your student play with your pussy?” He hums in approval. “You may have been unprepared with my papers, but your certainly prepared for my fingers.” Then he inserts one, as you hold back a whine.

“You do so much for us, it’s about time I return the favour, don’t you think?” He pushes two fingers inside you and begins to pump in and out, as his thumb rubs your clit. “Your always so understanding, teaching frat boys who eye you like meat.” He then grabs your jaw, as he continues to finger you. “You know I don’t look at you like that, right?”

“I—” pleasure is wrecking through you.

“I’d never look at you like that. Your too pretty to be seen as anything less than a woman. Your too pretty to be neglecting help from a willing student.” He then fastens his pace as you moan. “Let me help ease some tension.”

Christ you’ve never been more turned on in your life. Your falling apart at the hands of your student, one who you now realise as to why he’d always been so attentive in class.

“Ethan, fuck— you—”

“Is that an offer?” Ethan thrusts his fingers harder into you as you whimper and moan. Your high is coming and your grabbing at it through Ethan’s shirt. Your grip turning deathly. But he slips his finger out, dropping to his knees.

He pulls you into his mouth, your leg over his shoulder as you use the shelf for better balance. He eats you like he’s never been more hungry, lapping at your folds, as he whimpers into your pussy.

“Oh, god.” You moan as you bite your hand to quieten yourself. Your nearly rolling your hips onto his face as his hands tighten around your thighs.

Fuck you tasted better than he imagined. All his fantasies could never compare to you being wide and open for him, your pleasure his cause. His blunt nails are nearly digging into your flesh by how turned in he is.

Your hand shoots down to his hair, making him shudder open mouthed on your pussy. Your gripping his curls as he brings you to your high. Your biting your hand as pleasure fills you in waves. Shit.

Your breathing hard when Ethan stands, his hand still on one of your thighs. He’s licking his lips as if he just tasted the best desert.

You place your hand in his chest, trying to regain control. You can tell Ethan is eager to do more. But your nerves are shot.

“Ethan, I could get fired if someone found out.” You gulp as you try to straighten your skirt. As if that will make everything go back to normal.

“Professor, if you wanted to stop then why did you let me eat you out?”

“Ethan! I never knew you were so blunt.”

Ethan chuckles, wiping his lip to get some access of your orgasm off and licks his finger clean. Your trying not to shake. “I’m just being honest.”

“If any one of those professors find out I just let…” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

“If any of those professors find out, they won’t ever be back at school to tell.”

Your brows slightly furrow as his tone dropped, lust still evident in his eyes.

“Just let me feel you.” Ethan begins, grabbing at the bottom of your blouse. “Let me feel all…of you.”

You gulp, images filling your head. You shake your head to clear them. Before swiftly walking back into your office. Ethan is hot in your heels, but before he could grab you, you lock the door.

Ethan freezes as you turn back to him. “I feel bad,” you look down. “Leaving you, after you…”

Ethan can fill in the blanks as he follows your gaze to his hard on. He almost fell over. You’d actually…

“Sit down.” You say, and Ethan doesn’t need to be told twice as finds a chair. Your then walking closer, before dropping g to your knees, your hands on his thighs. “This is as far as it goes.”

He thinks he’s going to pass out, not really processing your words. “You have to stay quiet, Ethan.” You warn as you watch his eyes fall heavy with anticipation.

“Ethan?”

“Yes, professor.”

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[george-the-good]

Queen Victoria with her great-grandchildren Prince Albert (Bertie), Prince Edward (David) and Princess Mary, September 1898. Photo by Robert Milne. // NPG

‘Of the six children of the Duke and Duchess of York, the first three constituted a group by themselves. Less than three years separated the eldest from the youngest, and Prince Albert was eighteen months younger than his brother and sixteen months older than his sister. This position as the second of the three was not advantageous to his development. By nature a shy, nervous and affectionate child, easily frightened and somewhat prone to tears, he compared unfavourably with the gaiety of his more forthcoming elder brother and the inevitable charms of his baby sister. As a result he was apt to drop into the background and even to be ignored altogether. For example, Queen Victoria in her diary [on May 10, 1898] records a visit from them as follows: “The dear little York children came, looking very well. David is a delightful child, so intelligent, nice and friendly. The baby is a sweet pretty little thing.” There is no recorded impression of little Bertie.’

GEORGE VI by J. W. WHEELER-BENNETT (1958)

[jolalibrary]

I’m about to get mushy and sweet and grateful so if you’d prefer to skip that, meet my new plant.

june isn’t usually a good mental health month for me.

which sucks cause it’s pride and the sun comes out, but somehow there’s always more grey clouds for me even if the sky is blue.

one year ago, to try and combat it, I began a series that was the most “me” thing I’d shared since coming back to tumblr. a thing which both terrified me—in some ways, helped me find myself again after a slew of bad june’s and bad brain times.

making javi peña fall in love with a girl through texts was like rekindling a relationship with an old version of me from before and allowed me to take that version (and all I’d learnt) forward.

this year, I’ve just wrapped up the final scene of my current series where frankie works in a hardware store. now, it’s not edited, but it’s all written, all of the scenes so I have less pressure each week and all the little moments I’ve envisioned since february are down.

and, understandably, I was sad, but also like really fucking proud? like look at me go. in one year look at how far I’ve come? the stories I’ve managed to tell, the writing I’ve been able to do that not only helps me but has brought smiles to all of you, the lovely people who continue to show up even if I shy, quiet and very anxious.

my usual routine when I finish the draft of a series is to go get cake. a thing I do on the final posting day too.

and while that had been my mission, then I saw this plant.

I kill plants. it isn’t a thing I intend to do, but I do. but this one caught my eye. in a plant plot in a shade that friends often call jo-pink. and I knew that had to be my gift to myself for finishing.

not cake (like usual), not a big iced drink that I’ll love until half way down and then feel sick from, but a plant.

I wanted to call it rainy, but the name didn’t fit. anyone who names plants will know there’s a vibe.

so meet gilbert, or gilly/bertie (we’re still workshopping), and while I water them, and post this and run, thank you, for showing up even though you don’t need to. thank you for bringing a smile to my face on the days it feels really hard.

and thank you for allowing me to have a place that I feel safe to share, because while my brain will create stories, it’s you all showing up that makes it feel safer to get my finger to press the post button each week.

i’m so happy one year ago I shared late night texts, and I’m really happy that today I finished the first draft of do me yourself.

I love you all.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

heyy ok so I have this idea with maybe remus lupin or any smart character but your the writer whatever you think best is probably best, anyways so reader is failing a class and is assigned a tutor which would be the character. Anyways character is very in love with the reader and is nervous/flustered  but the reader is more outgoing/flirtyafter a couple lessons at the end the character asked “anymore questions?” And the reader goes “yeah when are you going to ask me out? ”KINDA CRINGE LOOKING BACK BUT TYSM BYE 💜💜💜💜

- submitted by @they-only-want-you-when-your-17

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this is sooo cute! I loved it too much, love! I hope you like it too! 😊Warnings: none, this is pure fluffDisclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gif isn’t mine 😊

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Ask Me Out?

You hated Potions. Not just because it was your earliest class and you weren’t a morning person. But because you were absolutely dreadful at it. You insisted it wasn’t your fault. It was your partner’s. When Professor Slughorn decided to make Remus Lupin your partner, you knew it would be useless. 

You were never able to concentrate with him sitting next to you. Maybe it was because he started wearing his hair differently this year. Or because he smelled stupidly good. Or how shy he got whenever he was around you. Or because he had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Or because his friends and your friends kept making stupid faces at you so you would make the first move. 

Things got so bad, that Professor Slughorn suggested you got someone to tutor you for this class, and, much to your luck, Remus had volunteered himself to be said tutor. So, not only did you have to control yourself in his class, but now you were spending two afternoons a week with Remus at the Library or the Common Room, trying to listen to what he actually said, instead of getting lost in his beautiful smile. 

“Are you listening to me?” Remus asked, suddenly snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I uh-” you said, sitting straight instead of resting your head on your hand. “Y-yes, of course, I was, Rem” you cleared your throat. 

“Really?” Remus asked with a beautiful smirk. “Then what is the last ingredient you have to add to the Draught of Living Death before you stir it anti-clockwise?” 

“Oh, uh- w-well, the um… the bean?” you tried with a small smile. 

“Which bean?” 

“I’m guessing not Bertie Bott’s beans?” 

“No” he laughed adorably. “The Sopophorous Bean-”

“Sopophorous Bean” you quickly repeated. “See? That was my second guess!” you insisted and Remus glared at you a little. “I’m sorry, Remus” you sighed. “I know you probably have better things to do with your time than being stuck here trying to teach the unteachable” you laughed. 

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself” he said, his look softening. “You’re not unteachable. You’re doing a lot better now” he encouraged you. 

“Well, to be fair, it’s way more pleasant to look at you and listen to you than to Professor Slughorn” you said, loving the way his cheeks blushed a little. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment” he chuckled. 

“It was” you said, resting your head on your hand again and smiling at him. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Uh, sure” he said, looking through his book. 

“Why did you volunteer to tutor me?” you asked, interested. 

“W-what do you mean?” he asked, nervously. “I mean, you needed help-”

“Well, yes, but I think everyone else would have run for the hills if they had to spend some time with me with fire and so many things that explode around” you shrugged. 

“You’re not that bad” he laughed a little. 

“Remus, I’ve burned more cauldrons than James and Sirius together” you reminded him. 

“W-well, that may be true, but you’re really trying” he reminded you. “So, I’m happy to help as much as I can” he said with a small smile. 

“Well, that’s very sweet of you, Rem” you said, making him look away. “I’m sorry, does it bother you when I call you that? I heard you telling Sirius once you didn’t like it-”

“N-no!” he replied quickly. The only reason he didn’t like Sirius calling him that, was because he did it mocking you. “I don’t mind when uh- when you call me that” he muttered nervously. “Sirius is… just an idiot” he said. 

“Oh” you smiled. “Well, okay” you told him, sitting a little closer to him. 

“Okay, so I think that’s it for today” he said, closing his book before turning to you again. “Anymore questions?” 

“Yeah, just one” you said and Remus nodded for you to go on. “When are you going to ask me out?”

“Uh- w-what-? Um- I’m sorry?” 

“Well, I was just… wondering if you were planning on ever asking me out?” you told him. 

“Y-you want me to ask you out?” 

“If you’d like” you smirked. 

“Well, I um- I would like that, very much” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked, excitedly. 

“Y-yeah, the only reason why I haven’t asked you is because, I wasn’t sure if y-you’d want me to” he said. “So, um… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? We can celebrate your ‘O’ on tomorrow’s exam” he said. 

“I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you, Rem” you smiled. “But, I think you’re shooting for the stars, thinking I’ll get an ‘O’, I’ll be lucky if I get an ‘A’” you told him.

“We’ll see” he smiled. 

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“REMUS!” 

Remus looked up from the book he was reading and he saw you run down the hallway at full speed, causing you to trip and fall but you quickly got back up, and composed yourself, ignoring the laughter and stares from everyone as you made your way to where he was standing with his friends. 

“Are you okay, love?” Remus asked as soon as you reached them

“I’m fine- uh- d-did you just call me love?” you asked with a big smile on your face and feeling your heart flutter at the blush appearing on Remus’ cheeks. 

“I uh- is that okay?” 

“Yes, it is” you nodded happily. 

“Uh, are you okay?” James asked. 

“Yeah, that was a nasty fall” Sirius said, as he tried no to laugh. 

“Oh, I’m fine” you assured them as you tried to compose yourself. 

“You’re bleeding” Peter stated. 

“I am?” you asked, looking at your knee. “Oh, well, whatever is not that bad! Guess what?” you asked excitedly turning back to Remus. “I GOT AN ‘E’!” you said, showing him the parchment in your hands. 

“You got an ‘E’?” he asked, excitedly. 

“In Potions?” Sirius asked, grabbing the exam from you and looking through it.  

“I GOT AN ‘E’” you repeated wrapping your arms around his shoulders before you planted a big kiss on his lips. Remus was surprised for a second but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“I’m really proud of you, love” Remus said, leaning in for another kiss. 

“Ew, get a room!” you heard Sirius yell when you pulled away and you noticed the blush on Remus’ cheeks was back. 

“Fuck off, Black!” 

The End

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A/N: I hope you loves like it! :D 

[inlovewithregencyera]

transcript under cut : )

Paelford House

July 8th, 1818

*Aurelia sniffling and starts softly crying*

*Aurelia starts violently sobbing*

July 8th, 1808

Auglire Castle

Robert: Sugarplum?

Robert: Sugarplum, where are you?

Robert: And why is it so damn dark in here?

Robert: Sugar?

Robert: Aurelia, please come out. It's your birthday and I have a surprise since nobody else in this damn castle seems to care.

Robert: Aurelia..?

*Aurelia sniffles*

Robert: There you are my dear. Whatever is the matter?

Aurelia: Leave me be Uncle Bertie. I wish to be alone today.

Robert: No, no I won't do that. It's your birthday and your foolish da-forgive me, your foolish parents can't seem to remember. Your mother is still in her bed and not dressed and your fool of a father has been off riding since the crack of dawn, which is never good, he always does that when something is troubling him.

Aurelia: He's been going off riding for long periods every morning since....you know.

Robert: Yes, I know how he reacts to death but he has other children to attend to as well. Mama says he's worse than when our Father died. Had I known it was this bad here I wouldn't have been in the city so long...

Aurelia: *wiping eyes* Well, if you should know, I asked that for my birthday nobody did anything or mentioned it, so it's not their fault. All I asked for was to be alone.

Robert: Well, I'm not respecting that wish. You don't need to be alone, especially on your birthday. None of them have any sense to realize that.

Aurelia: *sniffles* But I WANT to be alone. No birthday will ever be the same again without her. I hate my birthday.

Robert: Well I love your birthday and would like to celebrate it with you and that's why I've came all the way from Winshire. Since those fools haven't prepared you a cake, you and I will go to the sweet shop and get sorbet.

Aurelia: Why should I enjoy any sweets if she never will again? It's my fault, I-

Robert: No, sugar, quit saying that. If you'd like to blame anyone then let it be me, I can bear it. I can't bear you thinking it's your fault though.

Aurelia: But it is…

Robert: *sitting down* No, no its n-*back cracks* NOT!

Aurelia: *softly giggling*

Robert: I'm glad my pain amuses you. If I could break every bone in my body a million times just for you to be happy, I would.

Aurelia: You don't mean that.

Robert: I mean it with my whole heart.

I love you, and I do hate seeing you sad. I too, know how it feels to lose a sister, you know?

Aurelia: *sniffles* Yes, yes I know.

Granny doesn't speak about her that much, neither does Papa.

Robert: They do that because it's easier for them. It's been nearly forty years, and I assure you not a day goes by where they don't think of her. I think of her everyday, and was only eight when she passed.

Aurelia: *softly* What was she like?

Robert: *smiling* Georgiana was a lot like you, believe it or not. She was kind, compassionate, and a little shy. But she didn't really prefer naturally feminine hobbies such as embroidery, cross stitching, or anything to deal with music and that upset our Mama a lot. My Father adored her, because she shared his interests. Before bed, she would often scare your Papa and I with silly ghost stories and don't tell him I told you this, but he once got so scared he wet himself in his nightgown.

Aurelia: *hysterically laughing* Really?

Robert: Yes sugarplum, really. He was around your age when this happened.

Aurelia: *sitting on lap* Uncle Bertie?

Robert: Yes sugarplum?

Aurelia: Does it get any better?

Robert: What do you mean?

Aurelia: Will I ever stop feeling so…sad?

Robert: The pain won't go away, but in time, you'll learn how to manage it better. You won't feel so sad everyday when you're older, it'll just be some days.

Aurelia: But will I ever feel happy again?

Robert: Of course you will sugarplum! You will have many happy memories in your lifetime, trust me. The happy ones outweigh the bad ones, I know it's hard right now, but I promise you eventually it'll get better, *kisses cheek* alright?

Aurelia: Alright. Can we still maybe get sorbet..?

Robert: We will go right now. *picking up* I'll even buy you a whole cake for yourself, how does that sound?

Aurelia: *gasp* Really? But what will Papa say?

Robert: He won't know. Perhaps we will buy him one too, he might need it.

Aurelia: I think Papa needs more than a cake!

Robert: At this rate...I think he does too. We will worry about him tomorrow though, today is your birthday, not his.

Bridget: Aurelia…?

Bridget: *grabbing face* Aurelia.?

Aurelia: *pushing away* Why are you in here..?

Bridget: I couldn't sleep well, my room is too hot. Yours is always cooler...

Aurelia: *sniffling* You always say this when you want to sleep with me.

Bridget: Well, perhaps I do, but I can't because you're upset! What's wrong?

Aurelia: Why does everyone have to die?

Bridget: Is this about Harriet?

Aurelia: Uncle Bertie.

Bridget: Oh, I miss him too Aurelia. What made you think of him today?

Aurelia: I remembered how he took me for sorbet on my birthday ten years ago.

Bridget: Aurelia, it's alright. *caressing cheek* You know he wouldn't want you to be like this, you can't say he would.

Aurelia: No, *wiping eyes* no he wouldn't.

Bridget: It'll be alright Aurelia. Tonight will be the best birthday of your life and I'll make sure of it!

Aurelia: *sniffles* Oh please don't say this will be the best one. I'm already sad today, I would like to at least hope for one birthday in the future where I wake up happy and not cry.

Bridget: Fine. It will be ONE of the best birthdays of your life. *grinning* Is that better?

Aurelia: A little.

Bridget: You shall dance with your future husband, and all is well!

Aurelia: *smirking* I do hope you’re right.

Bridget: When am I not?

Aurelia: Well..

Bridget: *giggling* No do not answer that.

Now, let us both go back to sleep!

Aurelia: I suppose you mean not to sleep in your own bed?

Bridget: Yes! *climbing in bed* It's too much trouble to walk back.

[thecrownnetflixuk]

Fond Farewells Mark the End of an Era for The Crown.

Pt 2 of Season 6 Accedes to the Next Generation – But Reigns Most Triumphant Saluting Its Sovereign.

Review & gifs by L.L @The Crown TV

I wasn't sure what to expect from the final 6 preview episodes of The Crown. Part 1 gifted us with a season-defining performance from Elizabeth Debicki, but such intense focus on the tragedy of Diana and Dodi's deaths was heavy-going. How to move forward?

Not many TV shows stick the landing, but I believe The Crown does, mostly by putting Queen Elizabeth front and centre. In four different ways! But Part 2 takes a while to forge ahead and reign triumphant.

Ed McVey and Meg Bellamy make shy William and swotty Kate believable as a young couple who meet at university – or earlier, as per a flashback with (not Ghost!) Diana. I still found it hard to invest in their will-they-won't-they relationship (we already know they do.) 

Instead, it’s sisters Elizabeth and Margaret who have long been the emotional heart of this show; at every stage of their lives.

Former Oscar-nominee Lesley Manville (alongside Queen Imelda Staunton) is truly magnificent in Ep 8 as Princess Margaret, though it's painful watching this vibrant lady struggle as her health worsens.

Memories of the 1940's are a delight. However, I wish we'd seen more of wide-eyed teen Lilibet let loose (Viola Prettejohn) and carefree Marg (Beau Gadsdon) before older Margaret says her final goodbye.

Staunton saves her best for last, bringing dry humour, vulnerability as well as leadership to Ep 10. The 70+ min epic finale 'Sleep, Dearie Sleep' has its shaky moments, but beautifully completes Queen Elizabeth's story when it counts, bringing near-perfect closure. That alone elevates Season 6 beyond Season 5.

Warning - MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD. This is my final *EVER* review (might be extra long!)

S6 is NOW ON NETFLIX - WATCH THE EPISODES before reading.

Images: courtesy of Netflix

Starting with less good news; the first couple of episodes of Part 2 were my least favourite. Ep 5, 'Willsmania', feels transitional, and a little stuck in the past. Following his mother's death, Prince William (Ed McVey; taking over from younger actor Rufus Kampa) turns inward as he struggles to cope with public attention and grief.

It's an understandable reaction to losing a parent, but Part 1 already spent nearly half a season on Dodi and Diana. It felt like we grieved in real time. As a result, whenever the subject of Diana crops up again in Part 2, it tends to weigh down both pace and narrative.

Ep 6 brings a welcome change of topic. This being The Crown, I'm sure there are critics poised to be offended by Queen Elizabeth's nightmare about Prime Minister Tony Blair being crowned king, but to me, his 'coronation' was hilarious, as was the choir boy singing Blair's cheesy Labour pop anthem.

It felt like deliberate tongue-in-cheek humour, an absurd reminder why monarchy might still be better than populist elected leaders.

I really wanted this episode to work, but it didn't go anywhere, and themes like tradition-vs-modernity were covered more effectively in episodes such as 'Marionettes.' Bertie Carvel has Tony Blair's voice down but suffers from comparisons with Michael Sheen, who was uncanny as the Prime Minister in 3 earlier Peter Morgan projects.

^ PM Tony Blair. The Women's Institute weren't fans of his grandstanding.

The Crown: The Next Generation fully arrives during Ep's 7, 9 & 10. Some will love it. Those who prefer more historical episodes with broader scope may be disappointed, as the show follows William and Kate through University life in the early 2000's.

The newcomers do bring fresh energy to the show. It helps that they cast Ed McVey and Meg Bellamy, who make a sweet couple as Will and Kate, even if William sometimes comes across as petulant.

Unlike Ed McVey as William, Luther Ford doesn't bear much physical resemblance to Prince Harry, other than red hair. Ford does however put in a good performance as Harry becomes increasingly reckless.

The Crown doesn't hide either Harry or William's bad behaviour. The brothers seem to get on well at the start, but it later seems like they're more at odds. Underneath a lot – a LOT – of boozing, both boys appear quietly screwed-up over their mother's death. Neither of them seem to enjoy playing happy families with Charles, either.

The show mostly concentrates on William and Kate, but there aren't many episodes left to develop a genuine romance. They have potential, but it feels fairly surface level. Suddenly, they rush to move into a house share together when we've barely seen them kiss. They (and we) needed more screen time to really get to know each other.

There's a bigger issue here with Kate's mother, Carole Middleton (Eve Best.) Pushy parent Carole is keen to play matchmaker between her 'commoner' daughter and the young eligible Prince, keeping tabs on William. Carole isn't as conniving, but ... didn't we just watch a similar storyline with Mohamed Al-Fayed/Dodi/Diana in Part 1?

^ Kate 'n' Will. Her Mum would frame this picture.

Ep 8 'Ritz' plays like a standalone film. Margaret's final story is touching, but upsetting, at times; I was a fan of Diana, yet sobbed as much for Margaret as the credits rolled, even though her eventual death isn't shown. In fact, her final goodbye is sensitively done and stands as a fitting tribute to the princess, as well as to the Queen.

Lesley Manville makes Margaret's predicament so real as her health slowly breaks down. She bounces back from one stroke, then another hits. How awful too for Elizabeth to watch a much-loved sister deteriorate, though it was wonderful to see Lilibet read Margaret a bedtime story. It brought out the warmer side of Staunton's Queen.

The scene where Margaret scalds her feet in the bath is genuinely horrifying. I've suffered from ill health and loss of control myself and this was so much worse. I could feel her pain. That poor woman.

Human moments are where The Crown excels; through this episode, this working-class lass from a council house could somehow relate to a Princess in a palace. Peter Morgan has surely done more to humanise the royal family than any P.R team ever could.

^ Fans of Margaret (and Lesley Manville) prepare yourselves for her sad final journey.

Onto the big reveal: when I mentioned at the start there are FOUR ways Queen Elizabeth appears – this is what I meant:-

^ Newcomer Viola Prettejohn plays teenage Princess Elizabeth.

^ & there's Olivia Colman & Claire Foy alongside older Queen Imelda Staunton.

Satisfyingly, all 3 of The Crown's leading ladies return to close the show. Olivia Colman and Claire Foy each have an additional scene, too (I won't spoil the entire finale, as it covers a lot of ground in over 70 mins, but Olivia and Claire aren't back as 'ghosts.')

As we get older, the ghosts who speak loudest are our own; the former versions of us we berate ourselves with. Not everyone may warm to the Queen (sort of) talking to herself, but personally, I was thrilled to see these talented actors on screen together.

Foy's scene with Staunton is particularly effective, as the younger Queen gives her older self an old-fashioned dutiful talking to. It's somehow also credible that they're aspects of the same person.

It reminded me of Peter Morgan’s 2013 (extraordinary) play, ‘The Audience', which inspired this series, and included scenes where Helen Mirren shared the stage with young Elizabeth. That play is also why this theatre-fan started watching The Crown to begin with, and later went on to create this website.

When Ep 10 finished playing, my Netflix returned itself to Season 1. 60 episodes over 7 years! I will miss the grand scale of The Crown, but appreciate the legacy which remains. Now feels like the right time for this story to end. A full-circle moment in more ways than one.

**Majestic thanks for reading, and to every person who has liked, reblogged, messaged, supported The Crown TV for all these years.

💎♕You each deserve a Crown of your own!♕💎**

N.B: These are my humble opinions at this point in time. No offence is intended. Agreement = lovely; not compulsory. Disagreement = happens; kindly coexist. Ta!

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 41

Well. Holy shit.

It's 1955, and hot on the heels of the incredibly socially important episode about Partition, we get one of the greatest episodes this show has ever produced: Rosa, co-written by Malorie Blackman.

(Funnily enough, once again, this dumbest of watch orders has triumphed - this close to Demons in the Punjab, you feel emotionally prepped for Rosa. "Ah yes," you think. "A much-needed and blindingly important historical episode that educates white British people in race relations. One of the functions of Doctor Who."

You still aren't ready.)

I mean this without hyperbole: of every episode, book, comic, radio show, and everything else Doctor Who has ever produced or had a hand in, this one makes you feel the imminent danger to the companions the most, and on a level that none other ever has. We get Whittaker, Ryan, Yaz and Graham back as they all go to Montgomery Alabama, the day before Rosa Parks stages her sit-in protest, and sweet Christ on a stick they do not pull their punches in making every single white person into a raging cunt of epic proportions. They do not shy away from stressing that Ryan could be lynched at literally any time and it would be legally sanctioned. They are not coy about citing the real-life murder of Emmett Till - murdered for daring to speak to a white woman - within seven minutes of the opening credits, after a white man physically assaults Ryan and snarls that he will have him "swinging from a tree with a rope for a kerchief, boy".

It is visceral and shocking and completely out of the normal tone of this show. Part way through, Ryan chooses to go off alone because his spine is apparently made of fecking titanium, and I honestly don't think I relaxed for the rest of the episode (although it leads to a fantastic scene of him meeting the leaders of the civil rights movement, including Martin Luther King Jr, and I really mean that it is FANTASTIC). I've watched companions be menaced by everything from statues to large pepper pots to fucking Bertie Botts; I've seen them trapped in drifting spaceships, partially turned into birds and fish, stuck in the Blitz, slaughtered in the Massacre of St Bartholomew's Eve, melted, possessed, infected, mutilated, and threatened with compulsory roller derby membership. I have seen it all and then some. Some I have seen in more than one iteration.

This is the only episode where I have been genuinely frightened for one. I've aged, Tumblrs. 73, I am now. Wizened.

Anyway. You know the story of Rosa Parks sitting on the bus and refusing to give her seat to white people. This episode does cover that, but it does so through the medium of an awful time travelling neo-Nazi, complete with Richard Spencer haircut, who has been released from intergalactic prison Stormfront Stormcage and decided to use a vortex manipulator like Captain Jack's to come to 1955 and stop the Montgomery Bus Boycott from happening. There's a nasty scene where he tells Ryan he's doing it to stop Ryan's "kind" from "rising above their station", so when I say he's a neo-Nazi, I am not pissing about, and nor was this show. (Ryan shoots him with a time gun in the end that sends him to a prehistoric past trololol enjoy that, conservative, you people love The Past)

The TARDIS team spend the episode trying to nudge history back into place so the protest can happen. It's genius, really - super simple sci-fi plot, so the focus can be on the social issues. There's a beautiful conversation between Ryan and Yaz about the way they both still face racism in the present day, and the way Ryan has to constantly police his emotions and faces police discrimination even now; but, also about the nature of social change, and the importance of looking forwards and fighting the good fight. There's also a great scene when they first get on a bus - Ryan is forced to sit at the back, but Yaz doesn't know where to sit. The driver lets her on at the front, but she's not white - so which box do they want her in? "Does 'coloured' just mean black in the 1950s?" she asks, having been accused twice of being 'Mexican'. It's a subtle performance, but the indecision of it - guessing if she's endangering herself or not - is shown to be genuinely distressing.

God, fuck, this is such a good episode. It's absurdly good. They fit so much in 42 minutes, while still making it a Doctor Who episode and yet not shirking on any of the fundamental issues. And the writing is still deftly done - there's a dry humour that they intersperse throughout as a palate cleanser that never undoes the impact of the social stuff, like some stupid MCU LOL NOT REALLY bit of obnoxious bathos; instead it's a foil for the serious stuff, making it that bit more impactful. And! A rare Sexy Lamp Test pass for all three companions! That does not often happen in Chibnell's run, so shout out there.

Anyway. ANYWAY. I could honestly write a whole scene by scene breakdown of this episode complete with citations and explain in exquisite detail how much I love it, punctuated with "We laughed at this bit, and then cried at this bit, and threw shoes at the screen at this bit" but uhhhh, that is not the point of this project. So I shall stop.

Plot threads! Any answers? Not really. A few things we've seen before though, like the vortex manipulator, that was fun.

And apparently there's a big prison called Stormcage that puts anti-violence implants into its inmates' heads before release! That's fun. Good to know that policy.

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest. The Thijarian planet was destroyed by some sort of impact)

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up  (unless she’s Missy. Nope: she is definitely not blown up)

The TARDIS has blown up  (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again)

The universe appears to have ended  (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (She’s with the Silents, but we don’t know why Amy saw her)

Why is Amy’s pregnancy inconclusive? (Maybe because the baby had Time Lord DNA?)

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory? How did she forget a Dalek invasion?

Is Rory plastic or not?

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras?

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather?

How did Nardole die?

When does Bill get Cyberman-ed and die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name?

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

What’s happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?

What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?

What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”

If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?

How did the rest of the Time Lords die?

How and why did Amy melt?

What’s the question that will make silence fall?

Why do the Silents… want silence to fall?

How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he… hasn’t even heard of them?

How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?

What’s the significance of fish fingers and custard?

Why does the Doctor feel guilt about Rose, Martha and Donna?

What happened with the space whale?

When does Rory defend Amy for 2000 years?

How does the Doctor survive River

How does he erase himself from history

Did Captain Jack lose his memories to the same people as the Doctor? What did he lose?

When did the Doctor send the Daleks into a void to save the universe?

What’s with the weird crack in the wall and is it affecting memories?

Why do Amy and Rory think the Doctor is dead?

Is Matt Smith’s Doctor a tree racist?

[rand0mfangurlstuff]

Sing Yourself to Sleep - Bucky x Y/N -Part 2 - Dancing in the Moonlight

Thanks so much for the love on the first part of this series. Here is Part Two; Vaguely inspired by 'Dancing in the Moonlight' by Toploader.

It was a cause for celebration at Thorpe Abbotts. One of the pilots had just completed thier 25th misson, so a party in the officers club was in order. Y/N was excited to have something nice to focus on, she baked a cake for the occasion and serveral other treats in the hopes of lining the mens stomachs. By the time she had gotten ready; a light pink dress on which Albert had bought her some years ago, she realised she was running late and still hadnt brought the cake to the officers club.

Carrying the cake from the kitchen over to the club, she could already hear the jazz music from outside. It made her giddy, walking as fast as she could. She walked into the club and as met with a glorious sight. Everyone from officers to nurses to mechanics were in the club, drinking, dancing, being normal. It was almost as if there was no war. It was meerly someones birthday. Everyone was light and carefree.

She walked to the table where the food was sitting and places the cake in the centre, smiling at her handiwork. 'Hello cake fairy.' a deep, familiar voice came from behind her. She turned to see Bucky standing smiling at her. 'Cake fairy?' she said with a laugh. 'Yeah, you always just appear, with cake, like magic.' A small blush coated her cheeks, 'It's not magic Major, just a basic sponge cake receipe.' Bucky swiped his finger along the edge of the cake, collecting some frosting. Y/N gasped, ready to hit him for ruining her masterpiece. He stuck his finger in his mouth, closing his eyes, and suddenly her words became lost in her throat. 'Mm, tastes pretty magical to me.'

The night was splended, everyone dancing, laughing enjoying themselves. Albert didn't dance much, but she did convince him to have her for one trip around the dance floor. It only made her want to dance even more. But Albert refused, taking to his seat with his whiskey. 'Oh please Bertie, just one more dance! I love this song.' 'Oh Y/N, I already danced once, I've reached my quota.' Sighing in defeat, she sat back down next to her husband. 'I'll dance with you.' She spun round to see Bucky once again at her side. 'Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear, I'd be happy to dance with you, if that's alright with you Colonel.' Y/N looked between her husband and Bucky. Albert smiled, 'You'd be doing me a favour, Major Egan. Dance and dance until she's tired out.' he said making them both chuckle. She kissed him on the cheek, 'Thank you dear.' Bucky held out his hand to her, she took it and he led her to the dance floor.

One dance turned into two and three, and soon Y/N was breathless and in need of a drink. She made her way back to her table, but her husband was nowhere to be found. A young lieutenant approached her, 'Mrs. Clarke? The Colonel told me to tell you he had gone to bed and he would see you later.' 'Oh, thank you lieutenant.' Y/N was nly slightly dissapointed, she knew Bertie wasnt one for parties, he only came because she so desperatly wanted to attend. 'Not one for parties huh?' Bucky said to her why also handing her a drink. 'Oh, thank you, no he isn't. He says he's too old for it. I think he's just shy.'

'The Colonel? Shy? I can't see it.' 'Colonel Clarke might not be, but Bertie, he's a sweet soul.' She said smiling. Bucky could see the love she held for him in her eyes. 'He's a lucky man. And so am I, cause now I get to hold onto my dancing partner.' He said with a wide grin. She laughed, 'Isn't there a poor nurse somewhere you should be trying to seduce?' He feigned shock 'I am nothing but a respectable gentlemen, and seeing as the Colonel left you with me, it is my duty to make sure you dance until your feet hurt. So lets go.' He held out his hand, and she happily obliged.

The night drew to a close, and Y/N and Bucky were more than a bit tipsy. Bucky offered to walk her to her quarters, but it got to the stage where it was unsure who was walking who home. 'I had the most wonderful time, thank you Bucky. I'm sure you had better plans for your evening than babysitting me.' 'You kiddin' doll? Tonights the most *hiccup* fun I've had in ages. You're a hell of a dancer.' he slurred his words, but she just giggled, also finding speech a little difficult at this point. 'Oh thanks, you are a fantastic dancer too.' Bucky stopped walking to look at her 'You make great cakes. And you're pretty. As sweet and pretty as a cupcake.' Y/N blushed, she wasnt used to compliments other than her husbands usual 'You look nice.' She hoped in the dark he couldnt see the pink in her cheeks. 'Bucky you're really too kind, it's just-'

He cut her off with a kiss. He pressed his lips to hers so suddenly, she froze. Suddenly she felt fully sober. She broke the kiss and backed away. Bucky's face suddenly looked as panicked as hers. 'I'm sorry Y/N I -' 'Don't tell anyone about this. Goodnight Major.' she scurried off to her quarters, mind racing about what had just happened.

Bucky watched her walk away, also suddenly feeling more sober. He looked to the bright moon in the sky, the only witness to his indiscretion. 'Fuck.' he said, knowing her had made a major mistake. A mistake he wanted to make again.

[tadokorochann]

And Happy Valentine's Day!!

It's throwin me back to my headcanons about Bertie really enjoying cooking with his partner. That quality time and creating something you both can enjoy. So I feel like he'd get you tickets to for a couple's chocolate making class and you get to choose the flavors and how you want to shape and decorate them together!

THAT MAKES MY HEART SO HAPPY 💙

It’d be such a sweet little class and he’d try so hard but probably be a little clumsy because he wants to make good chocolates so much it makes him nervous and sweaty. I feel like the end result on them could vary and that Bertie might be overly critical of what he made no matter what. Only to get all red in the face and shy when you eat every single one 🥺 and then you feed him chocolates as well and he feels so fuzzy and warm inside and it’s just. So sweet 🥺

[for-valour]

Just a speculative question ahead of the Coronation: If Bertie had lived longer, what do you think his relationship with Charles would be like? (love your blog btw!)

Thanks for your question! And I’m so pleased you like the blog. ☺️

Although Bertie & Elizabeth absolutely adored their two daughters, it is known that they would have also liked a boy. So, I can only imagine that Lilibet giving them a grandson brought immense joy!

(Left photo) Bertie holding the pram! Balmoral, 1951. (Right gif) Bertie trying to settle Charles after Princess Anne's christening, 1950.

There is a letter* written by Bertie to Lilibet whilst she and Philip were away in Malta and Charles was staying with his grandparents for Christmas: “He is too sweet stumping around the room & we shall love having him at Sandringham…”

Charles seems rather a sensitive, shy soul - traits which were shared by his late mother and grandpapa. He is also very fond of spending time outdoors - walking, gardening - and Bertie also shared those interests (in fact, Bertie always took time out of his busy schedule to walk in the palace grounds, and was a world-renowned expert on rhododendrons!). So perhaps Charles’s love of the natural world would have further been nurtured by Bertie.

Cute little drummer boy Prince Charles and gorgeous silvery haired grandpapa Bertie, c. 1951.

One can only ever imagine what sort of adventures Charles and Bertie would have shared; it's such a shame that their time together was so fleeting, but I have no doubt that it would have continued to be a wonderful relationship based on love, respect and a deep sense of duty.

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*I was asked a question here recently about letters written from Bertie to Lilibet and this particular note slipped my mind!

gifs made by @for-valour Sources: British Pathe, BBC Documentary Charles R: The Making of a Monarch, AP Photo. Letter excerpt from King George VI by John Wheeler-Bennett.

[quiveringdeer]

Thinking about soft dom bertholdt and frothing at the mouth 🫣🫣🫣

You ain't the only one Nonnie!!!

Texting throughout the day to make sure you've eaten

Ordering you doordash from your favorite place when you say you just haven't had time to step away from your desk and forgot to pack lunch the night before

After it arrives you text him back all, "Bertie! You didn't have to do this! That place is across town! 😟"

"Yes, but it's your favorite. And I need you to have your energy up for our date tonight. So eat up, ahuvati. I love you. ❤️"

Cause while Bertie is probably real shy in the beginning when yall start dating, ooooo boy once this man is comfortable with you he's totally up for sending cheeky messages and requesting them in turn. Especially if you're into them.

I think he's pretty private about this though. So while he has no problem holding your hand, being close or kissing you when out and about or around friends, he doesn't usually do big gestures of PDA.

But I'm getting this image of being out with y'all's friends having a great time. Not sure what the conversation is about, but somehow you end up teasing him about something. Maybe a funny intimate--but not like suuuuper private thing?? I dunno

Anyway, you blurt this out and a chorus of "Ooooooo" ring out around the table. Cause whatever it was is surprising. Those vibrant, sage green irises cut to yours and he arches a dark brow, also surprised you brought the moment up to your friends.

Connie's leaning into his other side, elbowing and wiggling his eyebrows, "Damn Bertie. Didn't know you got down like that."

Bertholdt's eyes are locked on yours as he speaks, helping him ignore the playful jeering of y'all's friends and avoid getting embarrassed as he usually might. A sweet, charming even, smile curls his lips as he speaks, voice dropping into a range you know all too well, "I'm full of of surprises. And she certainly knows how to coax them out." He takes your hand and lifts it to his lips, never breaking eye contact or dropping that smile. And you know exactly what you're in for when it's time to head to the car after dinner.

Oh! Alternatively! You did tease him with something that does get him flustered and blushing while out. You comment how cute it is that he still gets so bashful like this. He still picks up your hand to kiss your knuckles but doesn't say anything.

But later that evening he's definitely putting you through it. Working you up into over stimulation until all you can do is whine and thrash your head side to side. Babbling incoherent things while trying to wiggle away from his firm grasp. Mans is so much stronger than you'd think with the way he dresses himself in slightly oversized clothes that keep those lean muscles under wraps.

All the while his voice is rich and deep as he praises you for the confidence you had earlier. And for how cute you look now, all flushed and warm. He's just wanting to return the compliments you gave him earlier. That's all.

[nixie-writes-aot]

Sing To Me, Songbird

Chapter Three: Mine To Claim

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, band au, degradation, penetrative sex, dom/sub themes, unprotected sex, mentioned dumbification, aftercare, fluff

Pairing(s): Bertholdt Hoover x Zakai Eriko, Armin Arlert x Zakai Eriko

Word Count: 2.1k

Zakai stepped out of her car, which Ymir had the night before last, wearing a red long sleeved turtleneck shirt with several holes at the shoulders. It was paired with a short skirt, fishnets, spiked leather straps on her right thigh and a belt with the excess hanging down to her knees. Zakai pressed a button on the fob, the car beeping to signal that it was locked. She looked at the cafe. It was a hole in the wall place, fitting what she had figured from Bertholdt, with creams and browns. Zakai walked in, quickly being beckoned over by the familiar voice. 

Bertholdt was in a corner booth, a coffee already in his hands. Zakai walked over, sitting across from him with a smile. He seemed equally as happy to see her. Which was a welcome surprise.

"You look stunning." Bertholdt complimented. 

Zakai finally took him in. The tall brunette had his hair slicked back again, a few strands falling in his face. A dusting of pink stretched across his face, pale green eyes staring down at her. He wore a long sleeved grey shirt with a swoop neckline paired with a pair of simple blue jeans. Nothing too extravagant. 

"You flatter me." Zakai hummed, leaning forward with a soft smile on her face, "It's awesome to see you, you're really-" Zakai awkwardly laughed, "I really like you is all." 

Bertholdt perked up, smiling brightly at her. "You deserve to be flattered." He whispered, reaching across the table and setting his hand on her own. Bertholdt absolutely lived for the way her face lit up, as if she hadn't gotten what he was giving to her in a long time. Bertholdt didn't need to be complimented, not in his eyes, all he needed was her. All he needed was what he was striving for. 

Zakai softly chuckled, "From what my friends told me, you seemed ever the shy one. Yet you seem bold." 

"I used to be a lot less… Decisive." Bertholdt stated, "But I wanted to be decisive, bold." 

Zakai was only pulled in more by the mystery and intrigue, the man that sat across from her in that small cafe was dorky, easily flustered, and had to be what was easily the hottest man she had ever seen. Sasha had been right. Zakai's mind drifted again, to Armin. He hadn't messaged her since yesterday when he stormed out. Zakai didn't want to hurt him, per say, but… Zakai shook her head with a gentle laugh, disguising her inner turmoil.

"Yes, you seem to know what you want." Zakai commented, not meaning anything by it yet getting a look from Bertholdt all the same.

"I do." He confirmed, "I want you, Zakai, or… Can I call you Zai?" 

Zakai's face fell away into surprise. No one had given her a nickname before, a smile replaced her expression. Soft and gentle. Bertholdt was fascinated by her. He wanted her. Zakai was what he wanted to steal from Armin. 

And he would.

"Yeah. You can call me Zai, Berty." Zakai agreed.

Zakai looked up, pulling her hand away with a sheepish chuckle as a waiter stopped at their table. Not someone she knew. He had stupid, red hair that looked like a bird nest. His nametag, on the apron he was instructed to wear, read "Floch". Zakai opened her mouth to order but Bertholdt almost shyly muttered, "We'll take two breakfast platters." Bertholdt looked at her, "That's okay, right?" 

Zakai perked up, "Yeah, yeah, breakfast and uh… An orange juice." She hummed, watching Floch walk off with their orders. She looked to Bertholdt, "Why breakfast?" The brunette questioned.

"Because, you never got the one I was getting you from here yesterday." Bertholdt answered. 

Zakai smiled brightly, "Thats beyond sweet, Bertholdt." 

That was the first time that she had actually uttered his name. Not a nickname but his name. He wanted her to say his name like that, and in different ways, more. 

"So, we're both in bands." Bertholdt hummed. 

Zakai chuckled, "I should have expected that you'd figure it out." 

Bertholdt nodded, watching as Floch returned with the two platters of breakfast food and an orange juice. Bacon, fried potatoes, and eggs. He really did like this place, its food. Even if Floch, in particular, had always been an annoyance. It was why the others refused to go here. 

The two swapped conversation as they ate, each new piece of information about Zakai fed into Bertholdt's desire to have her, to hold her, to know her. So, with that in mind, he knew what he wanted. Bertholdt just wasn't entirely certain how he was going to get what he wanted. Not yet, anyway. 

Zakai stood, "This was nice, Bertholdt." She whispered. 

Bertholdt hadn't even realized that he went quiet, standing and approaching her. Zakai looked at him, feeling the tall brunette stand in front of her. Bertholdt was surprisingly calm, tilting her head upwards, and leaning in. Zakai was still, lips just barely parted as she looked into those gorgeous pale green eyes of his. Her face was warm, bright red. 

"Can I kiss you?" Bertholdt asked.

"Y-yeah.." Zakai whispered without a second thought.

Bertholdt was amused, to say the least. He pressed his lips against her own, closing his eyes as he trailed his hands downbto her waist and tugged her close. Zakai gasped into the kiss, feeling him deepen the kiss before pulling away just barely. Zakai opened her eyes, face even redder than it was before.

"... Why'd you stop?" Zakai whispered, heart racing.

"We should go to my place." Bertholdt leaned in close, growling in Zakai's ear. 

Zakai nodded, Bertholdt pulled away and intertwined their hands. Zakai followed him to his car, deciding she'd deal with her own car later. In his car, he wanted to already do so many things to her. Yet, he remained patient. 

Soon enough, Bertholdt pulled Zakai into his room. He slammed her against his door, now shut, pressing his lips against her neck. He pressed himself against her. Zakai whined, biting her lip as she felt Bertholdt's teeth mark her neck. 

"Fuck. Pl- please." Zakai whispered.

Bertholdt growled, "The next time we fuck, I'm going to really take my time in ruining you." 

Zakai felt his hands tighten before he stepped back, unbuckling his pants. Zakai had gotten used to the sweet, easily flustered Bertholdt. Yet this Bertholdt was vastly different, dominant and calm. Teasing, even. Zakai watched him, watched as he slowly stripped. First, was his pants, leaving him in boxers. His erection, well the bulge of it, on display. Zakai looked at him with wide eyes. He pulled his shirt off, the woman before him watching him. Oh how Bertholdt was going to love this. He knew that the morality of it was grey at best. 

"Oh fuck." Zakai whispered.

"I know, don't worry." Bertholdt hummed, he turned around and walked to his bed before stripping off his boxers and sitting down, his legs spread. "You can go as fast or slow as you want, sweetheart." 

Zakai was much quicker than he had been, peeling off her shirt and bra first. She could practically feel his eyes on her yet… Not on her breasts, like Zakai assumed he'd be looking, but rather her thighs. Next came the fishnets but as she moved to remove the skirt, Bertholdt spoke up.

"Leave it on and get on my cock." Bertholdt hummed.

Zakai looked up, beyond flustered and crawled over his lap. Bertholdt found himself immediately grabbing her thighs. The plush, pillowy thighs that Bertholdt found himself fantasizing about since he first saw you. Zakai lowered herself, both of them groaning. She pressed her hands against his chest, the stretch bordering between pain and pleasure.

"Oh my fucking-" she whined, "Fuck!"

"Yeah, fuck, I know." Bertholdt grunted, "Say my name, Zakai, I want you to scream it."

Zakai felt Bertholdt push her down, her head pressing against his chest as she groaned. "God!" Bertholdt only chuckled before flipping the two over, his arms caging her in place. "You know what? Fuck this. I really want to see what you look like when you cum on my cock." He growled. Zakai had gasped, looking up at Bertholdt before wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Do it, Bertholdt." She whispered, "Ruin me." 

Bertholdt only chuckled, pulling out only to thrust back in. He was slow, deep. His cock was large, larger than Zakai had ever taken and it had the brunette losing her mind over the feeling. It hit every feel good spot she had, feeling his cock dragging along her walls. It was slow, deep. It pulled moans out of her, Zakai's voice carrying the pleasure many had claimed online that the backup singer couldn't give. No, many assumed that the tall brunette was nothing but a selfish, submissive pillow prince. Yet, he wasn't that. Not with how he was fucking her now. 

"Bert- fuck. Go-" she started.

He slammed his cock into her, making the guitarist cut herself off with a loud moan. Bertholdt hummed, "If you want me to fuck you dumb, just say it." Zakai felt Bertholdt's pace since she opened her mouth, returning to the torturously slow yet deep pace. She whined under him, each drag of his cock that hit that sweet, gummy spot yet that wasn't enough. Zakai had already thrown away all her potential moral high ground. Sure, before she could defend herself with "its not like I slept with him" but now she is. 

"Fuck. You." Zakai growled before caving, "I want it."

Bertholdt stilled inside her, "You want what?" He questioned.

"You!" She huffed, "I want to be fucked, please. I want your cock, I want to be yours to claim. Berty, I want to think about nothing but how well you fuck me, please!" 

Bertholdt chuckled before pushing Zakai down full on her back by her neck. He gripped it, keeping a firm grip around it and just barely squeezing the sides. After all, choking in bed is all a matter of the blood and not the trachea. Zakai looked up to him, a low moan leaving her lips before she could stop it. 

Bertholdt leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "You will be mine, sweetheart. Mine to fuck and ruin, making you nothing but a dumb cock hungry whore." 

Zakai felt him slam in after degrading her, moaning loudly. Each slam of his cock, hitting that sweet spot was wonderful to Zakai. Earning her the bliss she wanted, making the last thing on her mind the problem of her cheating. Bertholdt didn't slow, his pace fast. Both of them were vocal, particularly Zakai. Low groans and grunts leaving Bertholdt and moans and whines from Zakai. The obscene sound of Bertholdt fucking her was nothing quiet, the sound if slapping skin. 

"Oh fuck- please, god!" Zakai whined, "Fuck! Bertholdt!" 

Bertholdt was more than content to hear her losing her mind, just slamming into her and fucking her. He could feel her tightness around him. It felt absolutely heavenly, his pale green eyes watching her face, watching the reddened gleam. Bertholdt could feel her walls practically sucking him back in.

"Fuck. You're so goddamned tight." Bertholdt grunted, "So fucking tight that your pussy is sucking me back in, sweetheart." 

Zakai only moaned in response, arching her back as she leg out whimpers of "please", "fuck", "god", and his name. She was close and so was he. 

"Fuck. Can I cum inside?" He groaned, each slam of his cock driving Zakai over the edge.

"Yes! Fuck! Please!" Zakai screamed as she came. 

Bertholdt fucked her through her orgasm before slamming in once more, nearly collapsing on her as he came. Bertholdt rode out his orgasm with a moan, pulling out and collapsing beside her. 

"Fuck. Me." Zakai hummed.

"I just did." Bertholdt chuckled.

Zakai rolled onto her stomach, smacking his chest as she looked at him. His beautiful pale green eyes, the brown hair that was now down and beyond messy. There was no secret to what they had done. Zakai took in the sweat that was on Bertholdt's skin, his chest. 

"And you loved it." Zakai stated.

"And you did too." Bertholdt murmured before sitting up, "Let me-" 

Zakai pulled him back down, "No way. You and I are going to bask in the afterglow before going the fuck to sleep." 

Bertholdt smiled, pulling Zakai close to his chest. "You certainly know what you want, Zai." He whispered, "I'll relent."

"As if I was going to give you a choice." Zakai joked, earning a deep chuckle from Bertholdt.

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[natsuki208]

I Won’t Forget You, Brother

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

3 years have passed since their final battle of the titans, but it feels like forever since he passed. Bertholdt Hoover wanted to at least visit him once for his birthday, and make one last promise.

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My last AOT birthday fic of the year, and I’m finishing it off with a bang. Anything for my sweet, tall and shy Berty boy. ☺️

[sanyuuu]

⩩ pov: they're developing their first dirty thoughts about you ( part 1 )

including: eren, armin, reiner, bertholdt, jean, levi, miche, erwin

warnings: smut, nsfw, a bit of chocking, shower sex, mating press position, mention of giving head, creampie, neutral gender reader, mdni ( 18+ only )

a/n: Thanks for your request! I'm kinda nervous because it's my first one, hope you'll like it! :D

⟳Eren :

- I think Eren knows what he's doing ngl--

- When he will develop his very first dirty thoughts about you, his eyes will literally devour your body💀

- He'll think of the way you'll squirm under his touch, finger grazing against your heated flesh while his shaft will pound into you, hitting that sweet spot of yours again and again until you'll become a cumming mess.

- He will not be the type of man to tell you about his thoughts, he'll rather be the type to admire you from afar.

⟳Armin :

- HEAR ME OUT HE'S EVIL DRESSED IN SHEEP CLOTHES--

- As your friend, you probably think of Armin as a cute little guy, always willing to help others, giving bright smiles and being so quiet.

- BUT THERE'S A REASON WHY HE'S SO SO QUIET 💀

- Since a couple of weeks, he started to think of you in a different way a friend should think: in his thoughts, you're no longer his sweet friend but the sexiest person he ever met.

- He'll try to take a glance of your breast/chest whenever your shirt is slightly opened, or his will insist on the way your short hugs tightly your thighs. But unfortunately, he will not tell you about this 😔🤟

⟳Jean :

- This cocky mf--

- Whereas Eren and Armin will hide their thoughts aways from you, Jean will try to make an approach.

- It all started one night, when he surprised himself waking up from a dirty dream he had about you. you were pinned down under him, on his bed, folded in a mating press position as Jean ruted against you, shoving his cock deeper each time he trusted into you.

- So as I said, he'll try to tell you about it, but oh boy he'd be so shy about it-- 💀

⟳Bertholdt :

- dbdhxjdk baby <3

- when he had his very first dirty thought about you, he was intensely looking at you while you were doing your work, slowly imagining how you would feel around his cock and how your tongue would feel against his.

- when he realized what he have just imagined, he turned as red as a tomato, thinking that it was a really bad thing </3

- Ofc he will not talk about what he imagined to you, but everytime you'll walk past him, he will become a sweaty mess 😔

⟳Reiner :

- HAS A DIRTY MIND FOR SURE. He's just better than Berty to hide it, sorry not sorry-

- he will start to think of you in a dirty way after a long session of training, when he sees your skin covered with a thin layer of sweat, wishing you were in his bed, sweat covering your body with a mixture of both his cum and your arousal.

- He'll think that this is weird, but this thought will hunt him at night.

- As for Jean, Reiner will try to talk to you about that, but he will keep on losing his words and just knock it off by pretexting a call from Bertholdt.

⟳Mike :

- ANOTHER DIRTY MIND, LIKE 100% IDC.

- Y'all think he is just a serious man who sniff people fromt time to time, but he's more than that. 😩

- You'll be in his mind since a while, and he got interested in you, especially since he got his first dirty thought about you.

- It started one time when you had to reach something in the fridge, bending over to grab a bowl of strawberries. It was a quick action, but it was long enough for Mike to imagine a lot of things he could do to you when you'll be alone.

- As his eyes lingered over your exposed thighs, he would think of the way they would circle around his face while he'll pleasure your clit/cock.

- He would eventually try to tell you about this when he'll be sure nobody will disturb you.

⟳Erwin :

- I think he's not dirty minded, but that's what he wants you to think of him. 🤡

- Behind his serious behaviour, Mr.Smith hides a lot of desire when it comes to you, especially since that day when he almost saw you completely naked.

- You were heading out of the shower, and Erwin needed to drop some papers in your bedroom, and unfortunately, he came across you, his eyes glued on your body, glistening with drops of water.

- Since that day, Erwin couldn't stop thinking of taking you in his shower, your poor little body pressed against the shower glassed-wall. ( does it even make sense?? )

⟳Levi :

- HE'S ERWIN'S TWIN, BUT PUT A LITTLE BIT OF SPICE 👁️👄👁️🔥

- You know Levi as someone who's a bit cold, you never had a concrete talk with him, but whenever he have the chance to see you, he develops little scenarios when he clearly sees himself fucking his loads into you, his middle and ring finger deep in your mouth, avoiding you from making noises that could alert the others.

- One time, Erwin had to call his name multiple times before bringing him to earth.

- but still, he will not talk about his little thoughts with you.