#viscount John price

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Regency Price thot🌹🤍

I am working on Limerence and Part two of both mountain man and the pen pal au by popular demand. But while you wait for me to write those please enjoy this lovely Viscount John Price and his Viscountess.

Price sat waiting patiently, newspaper in hands reading the latest gossip of the ton. “Aristocrats.” He scoffed low under his breath. Being one of the wealthiest, best-connected members of the middle class came with privileges but too much gossip as far a Price was concerned. Unless it directly affected him he couldn’t care less.

The doors to the dining room opened and in walked a butler, white curly wig on top of his head, his hands wringing together in nervousness as he looked at his master. “Well?” Price asked without looking away from his newspaper, an interesting snippet about a whistle or a lady down or something or other caught his eye.

“My Lord she..” the lack of answer was beginning to agitate him, he rolled up the paper and slammed it on the table, finally making eye contact with the butler.

“What?” Price snapped.

“She doesn’t seem to be here My Lord.” He said, gulping with unease clear in his voice.

“One of the horses is gone too.” A maid had said a little too loudly as she rushed into the room with the important information. Everyone in the room cringed, each and every servent, perhaps at this point even the entire ton, knows if the Viscountess and one of the horses are missing, someone will either be fired or end up in the hospital.

A wave a darkness crashed through the room as John growled out “Find me who by the time I’m back from retrieving my wife.” His orders were clear as crystal as he rushed from the room, Simon, his number two following swiftly after him.

“My horse Simon.” John grunted pulling out his pocket watch from his jacket. After years of being married to you, he always knew exactly where to find you based on the time of day it was or day of the week.

You thrived in order and schedules, one of the many things that he loved about you. Loved knowing he didn’t have to worry where you’d be at eleven in the morning. Always the drawing room catching up the on stitching you’ve been putting off, frustrated when the cross stitch didn’t form the absolute way you wanted it to.

Simon, ever the loyal to a fault number two replied quickly and lowly, “Yes Viscount.” He began to rush ahead of John making it to the stables before him and barking orders at the stable boys to fetch the masters horse and saddle. Price didn’t bother with riding clothes or shoes, simply latching his everyday boot into the stirrup and hoisting himself up into his horse.

“Shall I follow My Lord?” Simon asked head bowed as usual.

“If you wish.” John didn’t stick around after that, whipping his reigns and taking off on the beautiful brown stallion. “Come on boy, we’ve not got long before it rains!” John shouted to his horse as if the creature actually understood him, though in his fear he did not care.

The looks of the sky had him worried, the last time you went riding in the rain you caught pneumonia. He remembers how you shivered, how you were covered in sweat yet cold and how you burned to the touch. He never wishes to see you that way again. These thoughts had him pushing his horse harder to get to you faster. By the cherry tree you should be, and oh does he hope you are.

You however had just become done with your rage fit and were about to leave. Stupid Miss Carmichael, one of the bitchiest women in the ton. Not even married and yet she had the gall to mock you about not getting around to giving John a child yet. Joking about possible infertility, the words made you sick as did her audacity.

You had been married to your husband two years now and yes you were yet to bore him a child. Though the first year of your marriage, due to it being a simple arrangement, you spent it away from him. Always avoiding him, even on your wedding night you locked yourself in your room.

Though finally he managed to get you to open up to him, taught you many things, you began to love him. He had loved you however since the first moment he saw you. More so when you had advertently put him in his place after he was rude to a servant.

You had spent the second year, still getting to know each other and becoming one as husband and wife didn’t happen until three months ago. It had been essentially two years of little innocent hand touches here and there, longing looks and John standing too close to you at balls and events just so he could feel your warmth and smell your scent for longer. You were both still making up for lost time, having children was not at the forefront of your minds. Well not yours anyway.

You sighed glancing at the horse you’d rode here on, you’d best get back to join John for breakfast was your first thought. Even though it would take barely a minute for him to see you were upset and demand who had made you that way. You didn’t need to put your burden on him as much as he always insisted that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do as his wife.

Blinking up at the sky, you saw rain clouds rolling in and started to feel the drizzle of water falling down from above. Then a clap of thunder and you instantly regretted your decision to ride out here after your awful interaction with Miss Carmichael earlier. “Wonderful.” You sighed annoyed as you pulled your cloak hood over your head and made your way back to the black horse waiting patiently for you. One last look at the cherry tree and you set off into the eye of the storm.

“That’s it girl yah!” You whipped your reigns, both feet tight in the stirrups. You never rode side saddle like most women do, preferring to ride properly. Just as the cherry tree was almost out of a view, the most spectacular sight came bounding toward you. Your husband Viscount John Price gallantly riding his brown steed toward you.

“Darling!” His yell was so quiet in the midst of the rain and thunder, though it was enough to have you stopping your horse and remaining stationary as he began to slow down the closer to you he got.

Pulling on the reigns John came to a halt, horses next to one another legs touching. “Before you say anything,” you began blinking up at your handsome husband who was staring down at you heatedly, he nods encouraging you to go on. “It wasn’t raining when I started riding.”

You give him a smile, and despite the fact that you’re wet through, chilled to the bone, and as far as John is concerned in desperate need of a hot bath, he thinks you’re the most beautiful sight to behold. He smiles back leaning in close to you until his nose brushes against yours, his strong hand coming up to cup your jaw as he whispers into your mouth, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I’m not mad my love, but make no mistake, once you’re warm and dry I plan to bend you over my desk and fuck you from behind. Keep you stuffed with my cum all day, then you can tell me the reason for your riding today and who I need to talk to.”

[mrsparrasblog]

Bridgerton x COD crossover

I had so much fun writing this, and TW there will be historical inacurence.

"So what makes you stand out, Miss Lacington?" he asked while he spun the red-haired woman around. She was indeed beautiful, but her dress made her look like a runaway circus animal. However, proper dress code was something he could teach a lady. He knew he couldn’t be too picky; he was a stained viscount, tarnished by the war he had seen and attended. Yet, he didn't regret a second of his life. Being a captain was more important to him than being Viscount Price, but now that his mama was sick, he knew he needed to find a proper lady to grant her the last wish of seeing him married. Perhaps she hoped for a marriage of love, but he already knew that wasn’t for him. Love is for fools. He would marry a woman who could provide him with an heir and fulfill the duty of being Viscountess Price without getting involved in any of Lady Whistledown's scandals.

"I'm skilled at stitching and the pianoforte," she replied. Another one of them, he sighed before walking away, seeking someone more exciting. He saw Miss Winston; at least she had better looks, looks worthy of a viscountess.

"So, Miss Winston, what do you think of children?"

"They’re cute to look at," the young woman smiled, and her eager mama smiled even more.

"Children are not cute to watch; they are to care for, Miss."

"But that’s what maids are for?"

That was enough for him. If it weren’t for his mother, he would have stormed out immediately, but he allowed himself the luxury of hiding on the sidelines. "How is it possible that one cannot find a fitting lady in a room full of them?" he cursed under his breath, not realizing he was being watched until he heard a soft chuckle. When he turned around, he was in denial that you were even real. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Not the ladies in Paris, Milan, or Edinburgh could compare to such a beautiful woman like you, dressed in the finest blue fabric, with curves that were to die for, so unlikely for a woman in England. You held your mouth shut, trying to hide your laughter at his outburst. Another man might have been offended, but he was intrigued. You were bold and beautiful—a dangerous combination. "What is so amusing, Miss?"

Instead of blushing or getting anxious, you just replied with a proper apology.

“No need to apologize, miss…?”

"Miss L/N, daughter of the Earl of Sussex," you replied confidently.

John’s eyebrow perked up at the mention of your father's title, but otherwise, he said nothing in reply, keeping his expression neutral. He was certainly not used to ladies with such confidence who held titles. “Miss L/N,” he repeated as if committing it to memory. “And what do you think of the suitors of the ton so far? Did you come to try your luck on the London marriage mart?”

"I made my debut last year, and indeed I seek a husband."

"Surely, you will be successful at such a task with your beauty; you are certainly not lacking in that area,” he complimented you genuinely. He knew he should leave already; you were unfitting for him. He tried hard not to seek someone like you, who had the chance of finding a devoted husband, someone who wasn’t scarred by war, too close to his cigars, and went to every brothel in London. Only Prince MacTavish was a bigger rake than him. You’d be better off with one of the Bridgerton brothers.

"Excuse me, my lord, may I speak freely?"

John’s eyebrow raised again, this time with mild concern. It was quite rare to be asked for permission to speak by someone in the ton. But he granted your request, intrigued by what you had to say. “Of course, you may speak freely, Miss L/N.”

“If a suitor only seeks me out for my looks, he isn’t a proper candidate for a husband,” this was singlehandedly the smartest thing he had ever heard from a lady of the ton.

John's expression shifted from one of concern to mild, amused confusion at your response, surprised that you said something he actually had to agree with. You were not wrong, after all. Any man would be a fool not to be drawn to your looks, but only a proper match would see past your beauty. He gave a short nod of agreement. “An astute observation, Miss L/N. Yes, only a proper suitor would see past the first impression and see you for everything you have to offer.” It was time to go, he thought, but he wasn’t able to move. He enjoyed an intelligent conversation. Of course, he had them at the club with Garrick, Riley, and MacTavish, but this was different.

"And you, Mister Price, why do the London debutantes not appeal to you?" He was good-looking, a bit too old perhaps, but not older than 32, which was still younger than some of the men who tried to court you. He could clearly have anyone here, maybe even the diamond of the season. Why was he complaining and even listening to your nonsense?

“I suppose...I am looking for a rather specific type in the woman I plan to have as my viscountess. She must be intelligent, capable of holding a proper conversation, and also willing to provide me with heirs. I have little interest in the simpering debutantes who cannot do much more than curtsy, smile prettily, and fawn over me.”

A small chuckle escaped your lips as you heard the crotchety man. "Don’t forget, my lord, they can also wave fans."

"Ah, how could I forget? How important would the ton be without fans," he commented with a sarcastic tone, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "However will I remember all of the intricate signals they flutter in my direction? Will this catch my attention?"

"That's a question you need to ask yourself, Mister Price."

"Perhaps it is a question I have been pondering for some time," he remarked with a shrug before tilting his head and observing you for a second. "And what of you, Miss L/N? What type of suitor are you looking for in a husband? Surely you have a list prepared as well.” He could curse himself for asking, but maybe you would say an unfitting description, and he could move away in the direction of the eager mothers and their dense debutantes.

"I seek a suitor who isn’t shallow, who is kind and isn’t a rake, who can provide for me and our future kids, and if I may dream, someone I would fall in love with,” you answered truthfully, as you always did, a bit too openly for your mother's liking. But she couldn’t really complain about that when you had suitors waiting in line to court you. You promised your mother that you would marry after this season. If you didn’t find love, it would be a political marriage.

Your list mirrored his own almost perfectly, and yet the mention of falling in love with your match was something out of reach for him. "An admirable list, indeed. If only more young ladies in the ton were this grounded," he said with a hint of melancholy before giving you another compliment. "Miss L/N, you surprise me each time you open your mouth."

"Most suitors are negatively surprised when I open my mouth."

"Oh really now? I find that rather unfortunate. A woman of your intellect should be celebrated, not shunned. How many ladies can hold their own during a conversation or even converse on a topic that isn’t a dress? I have had more than my fair share of mindless conversations with the debutantes and their mothers. It is quite…dull."

"Well, maybe you need to improve your search, Mr. Price, when all the ladies on your dance card are this simple-minded." You couldn’t be more direct. Didn't he notice how you hoped he would ask you for a dance? You would gladly throw your dance card away for the prospect of courtship with him.

"But pray tell me, what would your recommendations be for me to improve my search, since you seem to be more clever than the entire room," he said mockingly towards you. He didn’t get the hint. Maybe he was the simple-minded man you thought.

"I wouldn’t call myself clever, Mr. Price. Please, just call me observant. You need to look for a woman who isn’t eager to talk to you with her mama, who isn't aware of your title." You didn’t care that he was a viscount; your father was an earl. That title alone made you able to marry most men in the ton, maybe not Prince MacTavish, despite his efforts for several seasons to find a woman to love.

"I commend your observational and quite sound advice, miss. I suppose I will have to go with a different approach than the one I have used previously," he commented, somewhat amused. "I'm sure my mother would be quite happy to have me take it in a different direction. How you have managed to surprise me twice in the same conversation baffles me."

"Maybe your conversations are mostly blunt."

Oh, you had a way too big mouth for a lady of the ton, but it was refreshing. He already looked for different debutantes who seemed less sophisticated than the previous ones. When he noticed Lord Riley approaching you to ask you for a dance, of course, you agreed like a proper lady would. He couldn't help but feel just a teensy bit jealous of the man he shared many war stories with. He wasn't often jealous, but there was something about how quickly you accepted the offer and seemed willing to flutter your eyelashes and smile at him. "Lord Riley is quite the lucky man," he muttered to himself.

"Found any interesting lassie?" That accent he recognized out of a million people. He bowed in front of the younger prince whom he had taught how to use the archer and ride a horse.

"No, indeed...there are no ladies this season that have caught my eye," he added before he glanced back across the room to where you were dancing with Lord Riley, a hint of a frown on his face.

"I saw your conversation with Miss L/N."

"I did have a rather stimulating conversation with her, indeed." He then tilted his head slightly. "You were watching us, your highness? How unlike you to be paying attention to something like that," he added with a hint of humor in his voice, having to admit the prince caught him somewhat off guard.

"She would make a stunning viscountess."

John knew better than to argue with the prince on the matter, especially at such a public event, so he instead chose to reply with a short nod of agreement to indicate he would entertain the suggestion, even if it was something he had no genuine interest in doing. As he did so, he could not bring himself to look back across the room where you were, having caught sight of the way you batted your lashes at Lord Riley and laughed at something he said.

As the ball finally came to an end, John's relief was immediate. He could finally depart from the room full of debutantes and eager mamas. He couldn't have been more keen to leave, but he did find himself pausing for a moment upon exiting the room—glancing back in hopes of catching another glimpse of the elusive Miss L/N. He couldn't help but find his gaze lingering on you for a moment as you stood chatting with the other girls, your gaze shifting between the ones speaking as you tried to look as though you were interested in their conversation. He found himself watching you for a moment before his head shook slightly, breaking the momentary trance. "Get a hold of yourself, Price," he muttered under his breath, his fingers fiddling with the cufflinks of his suit before he finally departed the room.

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thinking about bridgerton style au with the 141 🌸👑🩷

each boy seeking his partner, a search for a lover in order to become a duke. all four men well known around the town due to their mysterious backgrounds and their playboy ways though their hearts are cold, walls impenetrable, love isn't something they think they could achieve.

that is until they meet their match

john price: head of the team, price strives to fulfil the duties and managing the affairs. the leader, the one keeping them steadfast. he's intent on marrying purely out of duty, the viscount not interested in a love match. he doesn't think love will come to him so he doesn't hold out hope for it anymore, doesn't entertain thoughts of such an idea. nevertheless, he expects nothing short of perfection from his future bride.

simon "ghost" riley: handsome, charming and rich, quite the catch but unattainable. if he had any hope of fulfilling his duty of marrying and producing an heir, his temper prevents his pursuit. his heart is full of anger and pain, often engages on one nighters not wanting to be tied to down to someone. he had opted for more of a black surgical mask, occasionally donning the skull balaclava for when he finds trouble during the late night. the fear of love brings him vulnerability, the very thing that cursed his past. and he'll be damned if he makes the same mistake again.

kyle "gaz" garrick: gaz shows little interest in the societal goings-on, instead finding his refuge in the world of art. he yearns for something other than the endless round of parties he finds himself attending every evening. every night leaving behind a trail of broken hearts behind him, not a single one catches his eye. they don't seem to understand him to relate on a deeper level, they don't seem to care for affections and love. something he yearns for privately so he keeps to himself mostly. pours his love into art and dreams of turning his artistic hobby into a full-fledged career, soon finding himself looking far outside the world of the town in order to achieve it.

john "soap" mctavish: finally the youngest, takes no pleasure in attending balls and other social events instead preferring to focus on other activities. soap is not one for turning into just another young simpering and mincing viscount, he's got a sharp mind accompanied with a sharp tongue. believes he's destined for something much more, though he's quite rapidly approaching marriageable age. much to his displeasure. his heart is troubled, wanting to find love desperately but he knows its a fools pipe dream so he chooses not to engage with feelings anymore. with him it's just flings much like ghost, just fulfilling his sexual needs before he disappears

who shall be the one to capture their heart? who will be the one to rule the crown?

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don't come for me for any inaccuracies LOL. but i'm so in love with the slow burn and the yearning and the chance at love :") <33 and eventual smut

might add könig just for fun if i ever wrote it 👀 but it was in my drafts for ages lmao

[loolooloo-i-got-some-apples]

- masterlist collections -

all of my sloppy fanfics, headcanons and blurbs in one place

key :

🎱 = fluff,

⚠︎ = dark themes,

✮ = angst,

💿 = smut

CWO = currently working on

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masterlists !

FYI: for anybody wondering, no my requests are not strictly these shows/movies or characters, you can request whatever you’d like, these are just guidelines and characters i plan on writing for the most.

OBX

featuring - rafe cameron, jj maybank, john b routledge, pope heyward

SOUTH PARK

featuring - kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman, kyle broflovski, butters stotch, tweek tweak, craig tucker

BROOKLYN 99

featuring - jake peralta, charles boyle, rosa diaz, amy santiago

DAWSON’S CREEK

featuring - dawson leery, pacey witter, charlie todd, jack mcphee, cj braxton

DAZED AND CONFUSED

featuring - randall ‘pink’ floyd

WHIPLASH

featuring - andrew neiman

ANNE WITH AN E

featuring - gilbert blythe, jerry baynard

BIG HERO SIX

featuring - hiro hamada, tadashi hamada, wasabi, fred

BRIDGERTON

featuring - anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, theo sharpe, simon bassett

CALL OF DUTY

featuring - soap, ghost/simon, konig, price, keagan p russ

CRIMINAL MINDS

featuring - spencer reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner

ENOLA HOLMES

featuring - sherlock holmes, viscount tewkesbury

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES

featuring - raphael, donatello, mikey, leonardo

SAW

featuring - adam stanheight, daniel matthews

SCREAM

featuring - billy loomis, stu macher, ethan landry

HARRY POTTER/SLYTHERIN BOYS

featuring (harry potter) - george weasley, fred weasley, ron weasley, oliver wood, harry potter, cedric diggory, neville longbottom

featuring (slytherin boys) - mattheo riddle, tom riddle jr, enzo berkshire, theo nott, draco malfoy, regulus black, blaise zabini

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

featuring - hiccup haddock

IT (2017)

featuring - richie tozier, eddie kaspbrak, bill denbrough, stanley uris, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

MARVEL

requests open for all characters!

MAZE RUNNER

featuring - thomas, newt (male + gn only), gally, minho

MID90S

featuring - fuckface, ray, fourth-grade

ON MY BLOCK

featuring - oscar diaz, cesar diaz, latrelle, jamal turner, ruby martinez

PERCY JACKSON

featuring - percy jackson, nico de angelo (male and gn only), jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, grover underwood

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

featuring - arthur morgan, john marston

SCHOOL SPIRITS

featuring - wally clark

SUPERNATURAL

featuring - dean winchester, sam winchester

STAR WARS

featuring - anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, din djarin

SHAMELESS

featuring - carl gallagher, lip gallagher, ian gallagher x mickey milkovich

TEEN WOLF

featuring - stiles stilinski, scott mccall, derek hale

THIRTEEN

featuring - mason freeland

TOTAL DRAMA

featuring - duncan, alejandro

WOLFBLOOD

featuring - rhydian morris

XMEN

requests open for all characters!

BALDURS GATE 3

featuring - astarion, shadowheart, halsin, gale, lae’zel, wyll

[misanthropologymajor]

idea????

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader x Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Phantom of the Opera AU

would wind up a darkfic because PotO is fairly dark

roles filled by characters???

Simon “Ghost” Riley - The Phantom of the Opera

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick - Viscount Raoul de Chagny

reader- Christine Daae

John Price - Madame Giry

John “Soap” Mactavish - Meg Giry

my tiktok feed is currently 1/3 videos of a song from Anastasia bway, sung by Ramin Karimloo, who was the phantom on the west end, which has had my brainworms returning to my lifelong obsession with the phantom of the opera. phantom wears an amazing skull mask in the second act opening. thought of ghost. this idea has been plaguing me since then. sos, send help

[socialseasons]

"That was your most undignified? Surely, you haven’t already forgotten how you wrestled me during a game of quoits?"

A sharp elbow shot out to poke him in the ribs, the glint in her eyes betraying the joy the felt amidst the lies that were being circulated here on this very path. "Will the slander ever end?" she sighed, warm in the idea that this would be her life now -- The teasing and torment a small price to pay for the golden love that glowed within. "Because I sincerely remember you grabbing me."

Ear-less. The word had always made her laugh, even during those years of marriage to John -- Somebody would refer to her as Countess and the memory would flicker to life in her mind, a secret smile twitching at her lips as she remembered the boy that had teased her so.

"Well, I am not a Countess anymore," Francesca reminded him, although the fact of the matter hardly counted. Title or no title, those would always be her roots, the well-bred daughter of a Viscount who had left her home to marry an American.

“Would that pity in your eyes continue if I said no? I can’t say that I blame her – not truly – because I was screaming to the high heavens, and was bleeding from all sorts of cuts and scrapes; not to mention, the actual break.”

She could picture it, and yes the softness of her gaze remained as she gave a pitiful smile. Francesca liked to think that she would have rushed to his aid had she been the girl, but who could really say? The mind of a child became more and more of a stranger to her as she grew older.

"You poor thing," she cooed, playful as she rubbed his arm. "Although I must say that I am grateful she did not come to your aid -- Perhaps she would be your wife by now, and where would that leave me?"

“Come now, you can’t tell me that you Bridgerton children were perfect little angels. Do you mean to tell me you never got into any mischief, prompted or otherwise?”

Well, he certainly had her there, a shrug lifting to portray her defeat on the matter. "Would you believe me if I said that I was the best behaved of us all?" she asked. "Trouble did seem to follow us, I must admit, but it was hardly ever my fault. I usually followed Eloise around like a shadow, and she with Benedict... so whatever he elected to do, he had two accomplices at the ready."

"No, no, I remember it clearly,”Francesca insisted. “You pushed me to stop me winning the race, then you fell on top of me. I am only glad that nobody witnessed it, as it was perhaps the most undignified I have ever been.”

Benjamin tried to suppress his laughter, but it came out as more of a snort. "That was your most undignified?” he challenged, eyeing her with affectionate scorn. “Surely, you haven’t already forgotten how you wrestled me during a game of quoits? You’re the sorest loser on this side of the globe, and the only ‘ear-less’ to dirty her knees! Well…” He trailed off then, recalling the scandalous woman who’d entrapped him in a coat closet all those years ago. “Perhaps not.”

“Well, that does certainly sound like Caleb.”

Benjamin hummed in agreement. “Loyal to a fault,” he affirmed. “Emphasis on fault.”

“Did the girl at least come to your aid? I suppose it is flattering if a boy falls out of a tree for you.”

He grinned. “Would that pity in your eyes continue if I said no? I can’t say that I blame her – not truly – because I was screaming to the high heavens, and was bleeding from all sorts of cuts and scrapes; not to mention, the actual break.”

Francesca appeared unconvinced. “If I had been here at that age, I am not certain we would have ever spoken. I imagine that I would have been far too intimidated by you and your friends, considering all of the stories I have heard.”

Benjamin chuckled, entwining their fingers with an impish little smile. “I promise you: Caleb embellishes. Is some of it true? Yes. But were we all crazed, unholy little terrors?” He paused, considering. “Also yes, to an extent. Children do foolish things whenever they want to fit in, including myself.” With a sly slant to his eyes, he prodded, “Come now, you can’t tell me that you Bridgerton children were perfect little angels. Do you mean to tell me you never got into any mischief, prompted or otherwise?” He nudged her. “Remember: you’re under oath right now, since you’re no longer allowed to lie to me – I’m your dear, sainted husband.”

[barringtons-wedding-cars]

One of our Imperial Viscount Landaulette wedding cars outside St John's the Evangelist in Bebbington on the Wirral.

[ms-march]

Luck be a Lady

A Turn AMC and AmRev Fanfic

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Summary:

“Right Honorable Miss Adrienne Fairfax was the daughter and only child of Viscount William Fairfax, who, in a time before the revolution, was General George Washington's neighbor and best friend. The Fairfaxes owned all of Northern Neck, and the Viscount did not plan to lose all that income to the shifting tides of a Revolution. Miss Fairfax would marry, and she would marry well to keep her family's property. There was only one catch: the match would not only need to be deemed suitable by her father from across the Atlantic but it would be arranged by General Washington—her guardian in the Viscount and Viscountess' absence.

Lt. Colonel John Laurens was a man several years older than his betrothed: 23 to 17. The match was an ultimatum from his father, the President of the Continental Congress. John wanted to leave his studies in England to fight, and his marriage was the price of his honorary commission.

Adrienne had always been stupidly ambitious, and she would do whatever it takes to get only the best. She had goals to reach. Goals she’d never achieve if she did not jump at every opportunity to fulfill them. This godforsaken winter camp was a sacrifice she must make to have a say in the rest of her life.”

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Journey to Bosworth: John de Vere, earl of Oxford, the diehard Lancastrian.

The war of the Roses was a period of shifting loyalties. Bosworth itself shows it, as Sir  William Stanley famously 'switched side' in favor of Henry Tudor while his brother and the Earl of Northumberland sat idle. However, some magnates, true to their allegiances, always stayed faithful to their lords. John de Vere, earl of Oxford, might have been an extreme example of that. His fierce loyalty toward the House of Lancaster cost him a heavy price but was eventually fruitful. The de Vere family was a noble and prestigious house of norman descent. It was a local magnate family from the Midlands and East Anglia. As such, John was part of the highest class of society. As a second son, he might have become a respected man of the gentry if dramatic circumstances didn't push him toward a different path. Indeed, John de Vere brutally became earl of Oxford in 1462, after his father and his elder brother were executed for treason by the new Yorkist king, Edward IV, alongside various members of the local gentry. It seems they wanted to kill the new king to restore the deposed Henry VI of Lancaster. We might never know the truth about these accusations, but their executions nonetheless made John the heir of the rich de Vere patrimony. Theoretically, Edward IV could have taken the de Vere lands with proceedings of attainder in Parlement, but he chose not to. As with the duke of Somerset the following year, he certainly hoped to reconcile himself with former Lancastrians and decided to integrate the young John to the Yorkist establishment. John was married to Richard Neville's sister and became the king's cousin by marriage. John de Vere's true allegiance was explicit from an early date. In 1468, he confessed to having a plot favoring the Lancastrians and was pardoned for his offenses. The following year, he joined his brother-in-law Richard Neville and the duke of Clarence in their rebellions against Edward IV and his in-laws, the Wydevilles. This revolt was designed to remove evil councilors from the king's person and was a failure. Another failed rebellion from the Kingmaker forced him to exile in France when he joined the exiled Lancastrian court. There, he might have been paramount in the reconciliation between the Kingmaker, Richard Neville, and Margaret of Anjou, Henry VI's queen. As the Lancastrian heir, Edward of Middleham was promised to Anne Neville; it would have made John de Vere the new king's uncle by marriage. With Richard Neville and the duke of Clarence, Oxford invaded England in 1470 and overthrew the Yorkist king. The restoration of the House of Lancaster, the execution of the Earl of Worcester, John Tiptof, who had executed his brother and father in 1462, and the restoration of his lands was a moment of personal triumph. This moment was short-lived, however, as Edward IV invaded England in 1471 with Burgundian support. At the battle of Barnet, Oxford commanded the right-wing of the Lancastrian army. There, he destroyed Lord Hastings's flank and turned the battle into a possible Lancastrian victory. However, with the fog surrounding the battlefield, his men were mistakenly shot by the Kingmaker's brother, Marquess Montagu. Montagu's former Yorkist loyalties might have prompted Oxford's idea that they were betrayed. With the duke of Gloucester's counterattack, Oxford fled the battlefield, leaving Richard Neville and his brother to their fate. The earl of Oxford wasn't present at the battle of Tewkesbury, but it destroyed his hopes of a Lancastrian restoration as the prince of Wales was executed by the Yorkist after the defeat. As Edward V returned to London in triumph, and his rival Henry VI was likely killed soon afterward in the Tower of London, Oxford fled to France with another Lancastrian magnate, Viscount Beaumont, and his brothers.

In France, Oxford and his allies had simply no pretenders to get behind. The Lancastrian and Beaufort male lines were dead, the dukes of Exeter and Clarence had rallied Edward IV's side, and Henry Tudor was still a teenager hostage in the court of the duke of Britanny. Unwilling or unable to make peace with Edward IV, Oxford, with the help of the French king, turned to piracy. In 1474, his assault on St. Michael Mount in Cornwall turned into a disaster as they were trapped by English forces surrounding the castle and had to surrender in exchange for their lives. Oxford thus spent the next ten years of his life prisoner in the castle of Hammes, near Calais. Despite his attainder condemning him to civil death, he wasn't executed, but his lands were given to various Yorkist loyalists, first and foremost the king's brother Richard, Duke of Gloucester. Gloucester wasn't happily forsaking the share of the de Vere inheritance that John's mother had as a dower. She could transmit her share to other, unattained members of the family as she liked. Gloucester pressured (if not to say harassed) the countess to give up her dower in exchange for a modest pension. This shady deal made with doubtful consent from the part of the elderly countess was nonetheless upheld, and Richard was thus the prime beneficiary of the demise of the de Vere. Richard was conscious of the hostility John de Vere had toward him for the ill-treatment of his mother, as he decided that in 1484, the earl of Oxford had to be transferred to England, certainly for an execution. Fortunately, John de Vere had convinced his goaler, James Blount, to rally Henry Tudor's side, and they rallied Henry Tudor's court in France. The support from an experienced man such as John de Vere, an accomplished military man and a Lancastrian supporter of impeccable loyalty, played heavily in the balance of strength and comforted Henry Tudor's cause.

As Henry Tudor landed in Wales, John de Vere was alongside him, marching toward England and Richard III. For most of the supporters of Tudor's cause, this was a fight against a tyrannical usurper who killed his nephews. Others might have been opposed to his policies, and most wished to take back the lands he took in 1483 against the supporters of Edward V. But John de Vere's feud against Richard III was much older. They fought on each other side at Barnet. Richard III took his lands, bullied his mother into giving up his inheritance, and likely tried to have him executed in 1484. John's grievances against the last Yorkist king were much more private, and looked more like a classic inheritance feud between magnates. Combined with his fierce Lancastrian loyalty, this personal feud made him a reliable commander for Henry Tudor. In a civil war full of surprising betrayals and shifting allegiances, Henry Tudor could count on John de Vere to fight loyally for him.  

At Bosworth, John de Vere was the senior commander of the Tudor force. He did most of the fighting against the forces of John Howard, Duke of Norfolk, and succeeded at killing him and capturing his heir, the earl of Surrey. It might have been Norfolk's fate that decided Richard to make his temerarious charge against Henry Tudor's small force, thus sealing his fate. With Richard III's death, Oxford was vindicated. His family was restored to all their lands, Richard III's takeover of his mother’s dower was annulled, and John de Vere became lord Admiral and Constable of the Tower. His continuous support toward Henry VII led to a Tudor victory at Stoke field in 1487 and the stabilization of the Tudor regime. He died in 1513, after the definitive triumph of the Tudor cause, which was also his.

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I did something….im sorry but look its Viscount Price😭

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Isaac Newton in Jerusalem

The stated mission of the National Library of Israel is "collecting the cultural treasures of the Land of Israel and the Jewish People.” The library holds more than 5 million books and millions more manuscripts.

Given its mission, it was therefore quite surprising for me to discover that among the many manuscripts preserved in this library there are hundreds of pages by the man considered to be the greatest physicist of all time, Isaac Newton, who as far as I know had no particular affinities to the stated missions of the Library. 

Contrary to what one might expect to find amid Newton’s works, these papers have nothing to do with mathematics, physics, or astronomy; they are mostly concerned with interpretations of the Bible, general theology, the history of ancient cultures, the architecture and engineering of the Tabernacle and the Temple, calculations dealing with the end of time, alchemy, and some historical documents related to Newton’s tenure as Warden of the Royal Mint.

How did these precious manuscripts ended in Jerusalem?

In 1936, Sotheby’s in London sold a huge collection of Newton's works that used to belong to Gerard Vernon Wallop and Oliver Kintzing Wallop, who at the time were, respectively, the 8th and the 9th Viscount of Lymington, the 8th and the 9th Earl of Portsmouth, and the 8th and the 9th Baron Wallop. The list of manuscripts sold at this sale is listed in “Catalogue of The Newton papers, sold by order of the Viscount Lymington to whom they have descended from Catherine Conduitt, Viscountess Lymington, great-niece of Sir Isaac Newton [Sale date: 13-14 July 1936]. 

Catherine Barton Conduitt (1679–1739) was by all accounts a very interesting woman; she was most probably the reason the famous apple story passed into popular knowledge after she relayed it to Voltaire, who wrote the first account of the story in his Essay on Epic Poetry (1727): 

Sir Isaac Newton walking in his gardens, had the first thought of his system of gravitation, upon seeing an apple falling from a tree.

We may never know whether the apple story is a myth or not, although acquaintances of Newton (such as William Stukeley) did in fact confirm the incident, but not the apocryphal version that the apple actually hit Newton's head. In his Memoirs of Sir Isaac Newton's Life (1972), Stukeley reported a conversation with Newton from 15 April 1726 which contains the apple story.

Newton, who never married and had no children, left his manuscripts to Catherine Barton Conduitt upon his death in 1727, from whence they descended in her family until the 1936 sale.

Two people essentially bought the collection 1936: One was economist John Maynard Keynes; the other was Jewish polyglot, scholar, and businessman Abraham Shalom Yahuda. The entire collection at Sotheby (about 7,500 pages), sold in 1936 for £9,000 (or about £600,000 or $830,000 in today's money). Compare this price to a sale of a single page in 2001 for $18,000. Subsequent to the sale, Kaynes and Yahuda exchanged (sold to one another) some of the material, with Kaynes keeping most alchemical books, which were subsequently donated to Kings College, while Yahuda kept the theological material. 

Yehuda wanted to prove the veracity of the Pentateuch (Torah), and he thought that a genius like Newton most probably had the proof. He was, of course, disappointed.

In his will, Yahuda donated the material to the newly formed State of Israel. He was no doubt influenced by a letter he received from Albert Einstein, who in 1948 declared that all his possessions, writings, manuscripts, letters, and copyright to both name and image will be given to the Hebrew University in Jerusalem (which even today collects royalties related to the Einstein name and photos, e.g., Little Einsteins toys). (Incidentally, Einstein was offered to become the first President of Israel--a largely ceremonial position--but he declined. 

Yehuda died in 1951. The State of Israel had to fight Yehuda's relatives in court for more than ten years, but in the end it won. In 2001, Holocaust survivor David Shapell and family paid for the digitalization. So now, you and I can see the collection online. (The Newton Project at Oxford is dedicated to publishing in full an online edition of all of Sir Isaac Newton’s writings.) 

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Edinburgh’s Slave Trade

Charting Edinburgh's slave trade history By Darren McCullins BBC Scotland

As Black History Month comes to a close a prominent Edinburgh professor is calling for the city to greater acknowledge its connection to the slave trade.

Sir Geoff Palmer said it was time accept that some of Scotland's most notable citizens owned and exploited tens of thousands of people.

"Being honest about how Scotland benefited from the slave trade is a crucial step on our journey to becoming a fair and inclusive society," Sir Geoff said.

"While there has been much discussion in recent years about Glasgow's role in this terrible trade, we need to acknowledge that many of Edinburgh's most notable citizens owned and exploited tens of thousands of enslaved people."

'Heavy price'

The Professor Emeritus at Heriot-Watt University believes that as a nation, Scotland benefited disproportionately from the slave trade.

New Town was partially funded by profits derived from enslavementProf Sir Geoff Palmer

Drawing from research from the Centre for the Study of the Legacies of British Slave Ownership, Sir Geoff also argued that the economic transformation experienced by Edinburgh towards the end of the 18th Century came at a heavy price.

He believes that relative to population, Scots owned more slaves, more plantations and had a higher share of the transatlantic trade in plantation goods such as tobacco and sugar than England or most other European countries.

By 1817, 32% of Jamaican plantations were owned by Scots. Sir Henry Dundas - National Portrait Gallery London

Sir Geoff added: "Our glorious New Town, seen by many as the physical embodiment of the Scottish Enlightenment, was, sadly, partly funded by the enormous profits derived from the enslavement of Africans.

"Many wealthy residents were handsomely compensated by the British government for the loss of their slaves, described as 'property', in the years following the abolition of slavery in 1833."

Edinburgh's slavery history

James Lindsay, 7th Earl of Balcarres, was one New Town resident who received a large compensation payment from the British government.

Henry Dundas, honoured by one of Edinburgh's most prominent landmarks, the Melville Monument in St Andrew Square, is another notable character who opposed abolition.

Dundas, the 1st Viscount Melville, was the MP for Midlothian and as a member of the cabinet, delayed abolition for 15 years in the 18th Century.

The British government paid 3,000 slaveholders £20m in compensation for the emancipation of slaves in 1833, the equivalent of around £17bn today.

St Andrew’s Square, Edinburgh - The Melville Monument

One of the biggest compensation payments went to Peter McClagan of Great King Street who, received £21,480 for the "407 enslaved" at a plantation in British Guiana, about £1.7m in today's money.

John Blackburn, a slave owner and Queen Street resident, submitted three claims for 638 slaves in Jamaica.

William Alexander, Lord Provost of Edinburgh in 1753, owned four ships which often returned from colonies with rum, muscovado sugar, rice and mahogany.

Tobacco from from the Americas arrived from slave plantations into Leith in the 17th Century.

James Gillespie owned a shop at 231 High Street and made his fortune selling Virginia tobacco and snuff. Money from his fortune was left to build a school in Marchmont that still bears his name.

The school later went on to inspire Muriel Spark's novel - The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.

James Gillespie’s former shop is on the High Street

The Countess of Stair was reported to have the first black servant in Edinburgh, she lived in what is now the Writers' Museum.

Slavery also touched one of Edinburgh University's most famous students, Charles Darwin was taught by a freed black slave.

John Edmonstone, a neighbour to Darwin on Lothian Street, came to Scotland from South America with his former master and taught taxidermy at the university.

Although there is little evidence of female involvement in the abolition movement, Quaker Eliza Wigham, of South Gray Street, has been hailed as a key women in the "transatlantic anti-slavery sisterhood".

The Wigham's were one of a network of anti-slavery Quaker families operating throughout the British Isles. Eliza was also involved in several movements to improve women's right in the 19th Century.

Black history month has ran for the entirety of October, highlighting important people and events in the history of the African diaspora.

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The Price of Vengeance - 18th Century Highwayman Johnlock Prompt

The roads of England are a hazardous place, full of cut throats and those intent on lining their pockets with ill-gotten gain. When the carriage of the Viscount Graves is set upon by highwaymen, no one in the incident can know that it’s about to change the lives of everyone involved. For when the Viscount’s carriage is opened, one of the villains kidnaps the youngest occupant, strangely refusing to take a bribe or demand a ransom for Sherlock’s return. But, to his partner in crime, Watson reveals the young man bears a striking resemblance to John’s former lover-turned traitor to the Crown. Keeping Sherlock locked away, John appears to be plotting his vengeance, but time spent between the two of them may prove more than John’s heart can render in the revenge Sherlock believes he requires. For Sherlock is not what he seems on the surface, and John’s enterprises are not made for his own advantage. [This one is actually inspired by a romance novel of the same name, but I reversed the dynamics, and altered the reason for the kidnapping (so John can be a hero).]

(Anyone may use this prompt, but please tag me if you do!)

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One of our Imperial Viscount Landaulette wedding cars outside St John the Evangelist on the Wirral

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John Laurens to Richard Kidder Meade, October 22, 1781

(A few lines from this letter have come up in some recent posts, and I was able to find the entirety of the letter on microfilm.  There were a few words I couldn’t make out with 100% certainty, but the message of the letter remains intact.)

I snatch a moment my dear brother to thank you for your friendly letter which I cannot at present lay my hands upon, but I remember that you speak of retiring from public affairs, a measure which from my knowledge of your value, I can only reconcile myself to on one ground, [illegible] that your example and maxims will always be useful and have their effect altho' you fill no office.  How could I be so unfortunate, as to pass in your neighborhood, without knowing it?_  However anxious I was at that time to join the army, I should undoubtedly have made an effort to embrace my friend, after so long an absence, and to have made an acquaintance with the incomparable female that is become a part of yourself. I sincerely partake your mutual happiness, and I entreat you will speak of me in such terms to Mrs. Meade as will secure me an admission to her friendship_ you know my heart_ I am filled with admiration of her character from what I have heard among those who have the happiness of enjoying her society, and my unbounded and inviolable attachment to you will I am confident give me a title with her._ Our business here, my dear friend, has been happily accomplished, much sooner than we had reason to expect.  On the 17th Cornwallis sent a letter to the General, in which he requested that a cessation of hostilities for twenty four hours should take place, that two officers might be appointed to meet the same number from him for the purpose of settling the terms of the surrender of York and Gloucester_  The General in answer, required that he should commit his proposals to writing, previous to the naming Commissioners; that for this purpose, a suspension of hostilities for two hours should be granted.  He replied, that the time limited was too short for digesting articles, and in general proposed that his troops should surrender prisoners, with all the honors of war; that the British should have leave to go to England, and the Germans to Germany, on condition of not [illegible] until exchanged, and that some men in civil employments, attached to the army, should have their interests attended to_ The General in his answer declared that he regarded the removal of the Garrisons to Europe as inadmissible; that they must remain in parts of the country best calculated for their subsistence; that the same honours as were granted to the Garrison at Charleston should be allowed to them, and that they should be treated with that benevolence which had always been exercised by Americans to their prisoners_ The appointment of Commissioners succeeded; Colo. Dundas and Major Ross on the part of the British_ Colo. Laurens and Viscount de Noailles on the part of the Allies.  On the Nineteenth, the Capitulation was definitively settled and signed_ The substance of it is that the Garrisons of York and Gloucester shall surrender prisoners of war that they shall remain in Pennsilvania, Maryland and Virginia_ that an officer in the [illegible] of one to fifty shall be suffered to reside with them to be witnesses of their treatment besides a field officer from each nation, Hessian [illegible] and British_ that the Genl, Staff and other officers not employed as above shall have their paroles to go to Europe or New York_ that the artillery, public stores, military chests &c, shall be delivered unimpaired_ that the shipping shall be delivered to an officer of the French Navy_ These are the essentials for you.  The Garrison consist of between six and seven thousand privates, exclusive of seamen_ upon [illegible] of _ hundred pieces of ordnance, seventy five of which are [illegible], are returned in the two posts_ _ This is an illustrious day my dear friend for our national honor and interests_ You say something of horses_ I am most miserably mounted, because I bought with too unguarded confidence in the appearance of the seller_ his condition however of asking them back at the same price, will relieve me, provided he has the money._ In that case, I am anxious to purchase two military, serviceable horses, that can be recommended at a price, that will not be immoderate.  If you can assist me in this, you will render me a real service. Adieu: I embrace you tenderly: my eyes are sore, my body and mind fatigued by an uninterrupted flow of business, but as long as they exist, my friendship for you will burn with that pure flame which is kindled by your virtues_

John Laurens

Head Quarters

Near York

22d October 1781_