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janeyseymour · 3 years ago

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I saw the second preview of six and here are my thoughts (along with a few fun stories at the end):

My heart literally fell out of my ass when the queens started walking out They changed a few small little things here and there and it was perfect If six doesn’t win best lighting at the Tony’s I will sue Ex-wives was WOW I literally could not stop smiling Some of the poses were different

ADRIANNA FREAKING NAILED NO WAY

I am convinced she just is beyonce always

She’s just fantastic in that role and that’s what I have to say about that

Ig abby danced a little too hard during no way because she kept messing with her wig after

Actually she lowkey played with it throughout the whole show and it was adorbs

Britt was helping her fix it and like pointing out where it was a little cray (also abby’s wig looks so good omf)

ANDREA IS- WOAH DURING DLYH

Her delivery throughout the whole show was a bit more mature, but it was still so babey I love her

(On a side note someone today told me I look like Andrea, which is very kind but so untrue because I literally look like a broken thumb and she is gorgeous)

Her “IM NOT SORRY” was amAZING

She like low-key cut made the whole head joke short and im kinda sad ab it, but it was still fantastique

Through the “Wearing Yellow To A Funeral Bit” abby looked confused through the entire thing and I was cracking up

HEART OF STONE HOLY SHIT

She was INCREDIBLE and her dress was so pretty and sparkly and I just wow

Shes just so pretty in general like ma’am how do you do that please drop the skin care routine

The emotion that was conveyed was enough to make me tear up BUT I DID NOT CRY AND I AM VERY PROUD OF THAT

she did the “you lift me high” line and kinda went into this airy place in her voice and it was angelic and heavenly and all the good things

HER RIFFS WERE JUST DFJDHJLFH

She was just fantastic and thats all I have to say

Thats a lie I have so many things to say about that woman but the time will come

HOH was a whole acid trip there was a point during this song where I literally just took it all in and then thought “Janey, you really spent your hard earned money to go on an acid trip for a solid few minutes good job”

Their dancing is hilarious and thats that

ABBY SAYING “BUT WE CANNOT GUARANTEE THAT YOU’LL STILL WALK AT FORTY” I had to stifle a laugh because my queen is indeed 40

THE GERMAN ACCENTS HAD ME QUAKING

Brittney Mack is… all bad bitch energy and I was living for it

She is a queen

When she did the “my horses can trot up to twelve miles an hour”- in the boot (not that I watch those…) abby is always making a 😳😶😲 kind of face and this time she just couldn’t stop smiling and it made me laugh

WOOF

Her reveal was SO GOOD she literally just started checking out her nails while everyone just applauded… AS THEY SHOULD

When britt told the person to get up, this person full on WENT and britt was like shook it was hysterical

THE INTERLUDE BETWEEN GET DOWN AND THEN KAT’S ROAST WAS ICONIQUE

i dont think it was here but I cant remember where it was but BRITT WAS PLAYING WITH ABBY’S WIG AND IT WAS REALLY CUTE SHE WAS LIKE PLAYING WITH THE ENDS OF IT AND AWH

justice for the beheaded cousins

BOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO BABY MARY HAD THE CHICKEN POX AND YOU DIDN’T GET TO HOLD HER HAND… YOU KNOW ITS FUNNY BECAUSE WHEN I WANTED TO HOLD MY NEWBORN SON…. IIIIII DIIIIIIEDD. Abby lowkey went feral and I loved every second of it and then her pose after got so many laughs it was truly amazing

THE K HOWARD ROAST WAS JUST SO GOOD IT WAS SO GOOD

Aywd destroyed me

I also teared up here but I did not let those babies fall because I was not about to ruin my look

justice for my pink queen

Her delivery is insane and honestly its gotten better and I didn’t even know that was possible because WOW SHE WAS ALREADY STUNNING BUT DAMN MY HEART GOT RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST

The whole “Catherine not singing” bit was fantastic

Abby looked so confused the entire time

Andrea’s “hahaha what” was perfecto

when Anna said “should we really be doing this” someone in the audience went “yes” very loudly and made the queens break for a solid second abby almost forgot to say her line and you could barely hear it because the audience was laughing at the rando

Anna acknowledged it and just went “I know” before turning to the queens and saying “I know” it was hysterical

“I’m Catherine parr, I draw the line in arbitrary places bLaH bLaH bLaH”

THE CLAPPING- BRITT GOT IN HER FACE AND JUST *CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.” It was the funniest thing oh my gosh

“Are you sure Catherine? I-we don’t mind if you wanna sit this one out… I mean you must be exhausted from all those backing vocals”

IDNYL WAS INSANE AND ANNA UZELE IS WICKED TALENTED LIKE DANG

I dont know if this was intentional or not but when they all start to understand the purpose of parr’s thing- abby is the last to stand up and in my head im like “no yeah that makes sense because shes “the one he truly loved” and shes still trying to get to a point where shes realizing he wasn’t all that great and I dont know I just really like that minor detail

The whole “remember that I was a writer…” part got loud cheers, especially from abby it was very cute

She did a new riff on the “we all disappear” line and WOW my eyes went so wide it was so good I was genuinely shook

the “i dont get it” was sooo good

“My sixth finger” was said so casually and so determinedly that it was a whole new joke and I loved it

“Everyone notices Jane cant dance” -abby just looking so sad

“Yeeeaaaahhhhh. I read!” Was so cute and she sounded so proud of herself it was adorbs

The way they just stood there awkwardly was amazing and got so many laughs it was so good

When sam said the line about competing, abby really almost cut Anna’s line out but she caught herself and it was funny I dont know if anyone else noticed it, but I did and it was glorious

REMIX

“Rise abo-o-o-o-ove” WAS BEAUTIFUL THEY WERE IN SUCH GOOD HARMONY

AGAIN, ANNA’S RIFFS HOW DOES THAT WOMAN DO THAT AT THE END OF THE SHOW LIKE SHIT

After it was over, of course it got long applause and the entire time abby was doing her like “sparkle hands” but also awkwardly moving her arm kinda like a noodle and then going back to sparkle hands and it gave me a good chuckle

Six

The slow acoustic part was so soft I died

The harmonies was delicious

The audience was so hype

Megasix

Super hype

Amazing

Fantastic

All the good things ever

Basically it was just adorable and amazing and absolutely stunning

The new costumes are gorgeous and the lighting is wild if they don’t win best lighting for Tony awards I will full on riot

Aragon and Boleyn interacted a lot and so did Seymour and Cleves and it was very very sweet

Abby interacted with the band a lot to the point where she almost missed a cue and it was very endearing

AND THEN THEY DID THE CURTAIN UP THING AND FIRST OF ALL WOW THEY ARE ALL SO CUTE AND IT WAS SO SWEET SEEING THE WAY THEY ALL WATCHED EACH OTHER WHILE THEY WERE SINGING AND I JUST JDKFDJLA

abby’s hair is SO LONG but I am here for it

So I was looking for my friend when I hear “Make some room, make a path!” From a security guard, and the queens legit walked RIGHT PAST ME

I wanted to go to the theatre anyway to take pictures, but when I saw them, I did follow them back to the theatre because wow I wanted to bask in their glory I didnt even want to talk to them I just wanted to be in their presence

So im like, walking behind them when this happens:

I guess abby saw someone she knew because I heard this “abby!” And then she was like “OH MY GOD” and like RAN to hug them and i legit almost walked right into her/got stepped on but i freaking stopped like a noob i should’ve just let her run me over but I did not I just stopped in my tracks and let out a soft “aH” and then went around her

And then I got to meet a friend and apparently toby heard us squealing and watched us hug for a solid however long so that was awkward

And Julia schade was like talking to him and stared at us for a good amount of time

And then I was walking away and passed Julia again and she kept looking at me, but she was talking to someone else and I think she thought I was going to stay to talk to her (and I would have loved to) but I didnt I just gave her a smile, a nod, and a little wave because I can not do confrontation like if I could not confront abby ma’am I cannot confront u either I am SHY

And that is a very detailed run down of my time in nyc at the brooks

#six the musical #six broadway #six the musical cast #adrianna hicks #andrea macasaet #abby mueller #brittney mack #sam pauly #samantha pauly #anna uzele #new york city #broadway #hairspray musical #theatre #theater

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parrlyn-4life · 4 years ago

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Freeze Your Brain

(Credit to the person who came up with the Six-Heathers crossover! I don’t know who they are but if they come across this, I hope you like it!)

(Ok, so, basically, it’s May 19. The day Anne Boleyn was exicuted. The queens were worried for Anne but she just stayed her usual self. Until they went to a 7-Eleven. Also, this is in college. I had a thought that ‘Anne’ is short for something. So, Anne’s full name is Annette. Don’t ask how the fork I came up with this. I don’t remember if I saw that hc somewhere but if you guys did, let me know if there’s that hc somewhere on Tumblr.)

Nicknames for the three Catherine’s/Katherine’s:

Aragon- Lina

Parr- Cathy

Howard-Kitty

TW: Swearing, mentions of scars, and mentions of cutting

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“Ok, what are the rules again?” Lina asked.

The queens recited the rules for the fourth time this morning. Today was May 19. Anne’s deathday. They did the same thing every deathday: Recite rules until they remember the rules. They were all friends since kindergarten. Well, Lina, Cathy, and Anna were friends since kindergarten. They met Jane in first grade. Then Kitty in third. Kitty was in first grade when she met them. They took her under their wing. And then Anne in fifth. When they met Anne, it was sort of an accident. Cathy was helping the office with letters. She was told to bring a letter to a Boleyn. She didn’t know which Boleyn, since there were two in the school. They had combined the Elementary and Middle schools together but in different wings. Cathy went to Anne’s classroom, thinking the letter was hers. Cathy had asked for Anne. The teacher said there was no Anne in her class. Only an Annette.

Anne had stood up and said, “My nickname is Anne. My full name is Annette.” Cathy turned around and looked at her. She gave her the letter and got out of the classroom, going back to her own. She had to admit, Anne was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Back to the present, everyone started to have breakfast. Finally, Anne had woke up. Everyone looked at her.

“Morning, babe,” Cathy said to her girlfriend. Anne smiled. No tear tracks, she made an effort to get ready, and there was no redness around her neck like when it was Kitty’s deathday... Did Anne even know what day it was?

“Do you know what tod-” Jane was about to say before she saw Anna glaring at her. “I mean... Do you know what you want for breakfast, Anne?” Jane ended up saying.

“I’ll have a strawberry smoothie, Jane!” Anne said while sitting down at the counter.

“So, what are you guys doing today?” Kitty asked.

“I’m going for a walk in the park with Lina!” Jane said, smiling at Lina. Lina smiled back.

“I’m going to watch a couple of movies with Kitty,” Anna said. Kitty cheered.

“And I’m staying with Anne,” Cathy said, looking at Anne. Anne winced.

“Sorry, babe... I’m spending my day at 7-Eleven...” Anne said, looking back at Cathy.

“Anne, you always go to 7-Eleven on this day for the past three years!” Anna said. It was true. The queens had been reincarnated in the year 2017. Now it was 2020.

“I know... But a tradition is a tradition! So I say, I’m going!” Anne said with determination in her eyes.

“Mind if we tag along?” Kitty asked, knowing the rule: If someone were to go out on their deathday, the others would have to go with them so that they won’t do anything stupid. Anne smiled.

“Sure!” She said.

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“WE’RE ONE OF A KIND, NO CATEGORY! TOO MANY YEARS, LOST IN HIS STORY!” Everyone screamed sang. They were on their way to the 7-Eleven near their college. They had put on an audio of their song and sang. Loudly. “WE’RE FREE TO TAKE OUR CROWNING GLORY! FOR TWO MORE MINUTES... WE’RE SIX! WOAH, WOAH, WE’RE SIX! WOAH, OH, OH! WE’RE SIX! WOAH, WOAH!” They sang.

“FOR FIVE,” Anna sang.

“FOUR,” Kitty sang.

“THREE,” Anne sang.

“TWO,” Lina sang.

“ONE MORE MINUTE,” Cathy sang. They all started to make up dance moves for the music break.

“WE’RE SIX!” They all sang. Once the song finished, they were already at 7-Eleven. They were laughing as they got out of the car. It was at this time that Jane noticed that Anne was wearing a jacket... The weather was 83 degrees. Why would she be wearing a jacket in this heat?

“Anne, aren’t you a bit hot in that jacket?” Jane asked as they walked into the 7-Eleven, which was empty, except for the people working at the registers.

“Nope!” Anne said before practically running to the slurpee machines. The others went after her. When they got there, Anne was already getting her slushy.

“Anne, can I ask you a question?” Kitty asked. Anne nodded at her cousin as she finished getting her slushy.

“What is it?” Anne asked. Kitty looked at the others.

“I’m sorry...” Kitty whispered before looking at Anne again. “You came here two days ago and now you’re back here... Why?” Kitty asked. The others looked at Kitty and Anne. Anne sighed and looked at Kitty.

“Two days ago. 1536,” Anne said. They were confused. “Think about it!” Anne screamed before storming off, paying for the slurpee, and walking outside. The others got slurpees’ as well. They walked outside to where Anne was. She was sitting on the curb and sipping on her slurpee rather quickly.

“Annette Boleyn, don’t drink so fast! You’re going to get a brain freeze!” Jane said. Anne pulled away from the straw and shrugged.

“That’s, like, the whole point I wanted to come here,” Anne said.

“Annette, why are you being such a mega bitch?” Anna asked. Anne sighed.

“I’ve been through three deathdays... They start to get blurry,” Anne said. The queens looked at her. Anne looked at Kitty. “You really wanna know why I came here two days ago?” Then, Anne looked at the others. “Do you guys want to know why I’ve come here for the past three years on two seperate days?”

“You don’t have to tell us, babe,” Cathy said. Anne shook her head.

“No... I want to,” Anne said. The queens all looked at each other. Now the Anne they knew and loved was gone. They had never seen Anne this serious about anything. “Well... You guys know how I was accused of... Many things when I got beheaded?”

“Yeah...” Lina said.

“What does that have to do with this?” Anna asked. The others kept on asking questions, interupting Anne everytime she tried to answer a question.

“Well, if you all would just shut up and listen, it would help me a lot,” Anne snapped. They fell silent. None of them had been this scared of her before. “And you know how my brother was pulled into all of that, right?” Anne said, looking down at the pavement and taking a long sip of her slurpee. The queens thought for a moment before realizing.

“George’s deathday was two days ago...” Cathy said.

“Bingo,” Anne said, still looking at the pavement. They all fell silent. All they could hear was the slurping of them drinking their slurpee’s. “All I can trust is this concrete oasis. It seems every time I’m about to despair, there’s a 7-Eleven right there...” Anne said, breaking the silence.

“What’s so special about this place, anyways?” Kitty asked, looking at the building behind her. Anne chuckled.

“Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in... I pray at my altar of slush,” Anne said. The others looked at her weirdly. She laughed. “Yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush!”

“So... You come here for the slushies?” Anna asked, lifting up her slurpee cup and pointing at it. Anne nodded.

“Freeze your brain... Swim in the ice, get lost in the pain. Shut your eyes tight till you vanish from sight. Let nothing remain!” Anne said before slurping her straw quickly.

“Annette, you’re going to get a brain freeze!” Lina said. Anne didn’t listen.

“Just let her do it, Lina...” Jane said to her girlfriend. Lina sighed and nodded. At the same time, Anne pulled off the straw quickly and grasped her head with her other hand.

“Annie?” Cathy asked. Anne gave her a satisfactory smile.

“Freeze your brain... Shatter your skull, fight pain with more pain. Forget who you are, unburden your load. Forget in a day, you'll be back on the stage. When the voice in your head says you're better off dead...” Anne stopped herself before continuing. “Don't open a vein...” Anne whispered.

“Anne?” Kitty asked. Anne didn’t hear her. She took off her jacket, revealing multiple scars on her arms.

“Oh my gosh, Annie...” Cathy whispered. Anne let tears go down her face but kept a fake smile on her face.

“Just freeze your brain... Freeze your brain... Go on and freeze your brain...” Anne said before looking at the others. “Does anyone have any makeup remover?” Anne asked. Kitty passed her a wipe. She took it and wiped her neck. It took the others a second that Anne had put makeup on her neck. Why? To hide the redness around where her scar is.

“My god...” Anna said. Anne looked at all of them and pointed to her head.

“Try it,” Was all she said. They all took a long sip of their slushies.

“Oh shit, there it is,” Cathy said while gripping her head. Everyone laughed but stopped immediately, having a brain freeze as well.

#six the musical #fanfic #may 19th #parrlyn

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mimymomo · 5 years ago

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CORRECTLY cast six now

...that’s defeating the purpose of the game but okay

Aragon: @songbirds-poet (Cass just seems so cool and has a presence around her that just makes you gravitate to her)

I could also make an argument for @bleuaceofsparrows because Spaarow comes across as extremely mature and loving

Boleyn: @joyfulsongbird (kinda wish fullfillment but I have my reasons. The fandom would fall apart without Hannah-Joy but she also knows how to jump into the crackhead memes with the fandom as well)

Seymour: @hollywoodx4 (mom. She is the kindest, brightest human being who cares so much about others (and works at a daycare!!) Danielle is under appreciated in the fandom so here I am making a case so others will love on her more)

Cleves: @dilforpheus (Annika is only person with crackhead energy/charisma/attitude for the role. She would kill it and be so gosh darn funny. The only problem is Annika is beautiful so it would be hard to pull off the whole “not pretty” thing)

Howard: @bigprincess-energy (because she screamed at me to make her Howard and because Howard has layers just like Oli! Much more smart and complex and great than most people give them credit for)

Parr: @kenzierose53 (MaKenzie just seems so sweet I had to put her here! We haven’t talked too much but I hope we do in the future!)

I again could make the argument for @pansexualandscared because Jordan is another human bean

Happy anon? I tried my best!!

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mythic-tudor-rose · 6 years ago

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top 5 historical facts about the queens / Tudors that you didn’t know before you found six?

Oooh gosh that’s actually really hard because I’ve been reading about the Tudors since I was like…six years old (Six years old hahahhah ;) ) but I didn’t know that Catherine Parr had written books, and songs, and meditations, or fought for female education. So i looked into that after I saw it. I also didn’t know that she had been married before she married Henry. I think Parr is probably the wife I knew least about and learnt the most about. I knew most of the other facts in the show…these are some of the facts in general that i like about the queens just incase anyone cares…

Anne Boleyn wrote a poem just before her death, called O’ Death Rock Me Asleep, you can find it here. I love it a lot, it’s hauntingly beautiful. She was apparently in great spirits when she went to the block which is heartbreaking, cracking jokes about how long her neck was. But they now say that she didn’t actually do anything of the things she was accused of, or at least there is no proof. The whole thing is just…it’s yeah a whole thing. The epitome of women having no standing at that time, even though she was so pivotal in so many ways it didn’t end up doing her any good. I could lament about her for hours, but i’ll stop now haha.

Jane was proclaimed queen after her engagement to Henry but because of an outbreak of plague her coronation never actually happened, so Jane was never officially made Queen. Still she was the only one of Henry’s wives to be given a queens funeral….ironic tbh

Katherine Howard’s final words “I die a queen, but would rather have died the wife of a Culpepper” and that…is fucking badass. Because she was in love with Thomas Culpepper, and the affair with him was the reason she was beheaded alongside him. Zero fucks given, I love it.

Catherine Parr was actually named Catherine after Catherine of Aragon

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

#Anonymous #six the musical #the tudors #i love these six women more than anything #like they were seriously badass #i want to hug them all #and tell them it wasn't their fault it was the FUCKER THEY WERE MARRIED TO #AND THE MESSED UP SOCIETY #it's messed UP

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the-observant-frisbeetarian · 5 years ago

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Chapter 2

We’ll Meet Again by George deValier

Bright sunlight crept under Arthur's eyelids and forced them open. He groaned loudly and threw the blanket over his head to block it out. Weeks of overcast days and it had to be sunny on this one. Arthur clasped his head in his hands and tried to stop it exploding. Why the hell did he feel so… Suddenly the memory of the night before hit him like a fist, his stomach turning violently. What had he done? What had he said? Oh God how had he ended up in bed without his shoes and… Arthur quickly patted himself down and thankfully found his clothing intact, although he had lost his tie, apron and shoes somewhere along the way. He buried his head in the pillow and tried not to scream. Well that was the last time he would ever see that bloody American… but that was a good thing, yes? Arthur only felt sick at the thought. But that might also be from the copious quantities of rum he'd consumed the night before. What on earth had he been thinking?

Well, to be completely honest, he knew what he'd been thinking. He'd been thinking that Alfred was the most handsome man he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd been thinking that no one else in the world laughed like him, spoke like him, smiled like him. He'd been wondering what the hell a handsome, popular, confident young fighter pilot like Alfred was doing wasting his time talking to a boring old bartender like him. And he had drunk heavily to try and make sense of it, obviously scaring Alfred off in the process.

Trying to throw it all out of his mind, Arthur dragged himself out of bed to begin getting ready for the day ahead. It wasn't like he had never dealt with a hangover before. It was just the sudden memories that kept appearing unbidden… Alfred grinning and winking, Alfred leaning towards him, Alfred laughing, Alfred carrying him… "AGH!" Arthur tried to shake his head of the unwanted recollections. They just grew stronger, replaying over and over. Arthur decided there was nothing to be done but get dressed, go down to work, and forget he had ever met an American pilot named Alfred F. Jones.

The morning passed uneventfully. A few Americans came in for an early lunch with local girls on their arms, but the place was generally quiet. Arthur gave thanks for small mercies and spent his time avoiding a certain table by the window, while running a cold cloth over his forehead when no one was looking.

At noon, Arthur stood behind the bar, the cold cloth over his face, working hard on erasing the last week from his memory when it was all blown to hell by two words.

"Howdy, Arthur!"

Arthur jumped in surprise, the cloth falling to the floor. He looked up at Alfred, his face dripping, his heart suddenly thundering in his chest. All he could think to say was, "Good God man, do you have to yell so loud?"

Alfred looked amused. "I didn't yell…"

Arthur pressed on, slightly embarrassed. "Well I just have this flipping great headache…"

"Yeah, I'm not surprised," laughed Alfred. Arthur glared at him and Alfred cleared his throat. "So anyway," he continued, leaning on the bar, "I was thinking, that if this relationship is ever gonna go anywhere, we'd better start seeing each other in the daytime."

"Relationship?" Arthur's head still felt fuzzy… he must have heard that wrong.

"Show me the sights of London!" Alfred was all intensity and eagerness, dressed immaculately in his military uniform and cap along with the ever-present bomber jacket. Arthur tried very hard not to acknowledge the effect it had on him and tried instead to look annoyed.

"What? I'm working, I'm… I'm…"

Alfred grinned. "It's a beautiful sunny day out there, you're gonna spend it all in here with a cloth on your face?"

Arthur closed his eyes. Why could he not resist that bloody grin? "Very well," he said through gritted teeth. "Let me fetch my coat."

An hour later they had hardly seen anything of interest in Arthur's mind, but Alfred was fairly hopping in excitement. As they stood on the deck of a river boat crossing the Thames, Arthur was quickly growing embarrassed by all the stares the energetic American drew from fellow passengers.

"Wow, wow, oh my gosh! What do you call that thing again?"

Arthur peered sideways at Alfred pointing madly. "London Bridge."

"Wow!" Alfred's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he craned his neck looking upwards.

Arthur could not see why Alfred was impressed. "…It's just a bridge."

"It's LONDON bridge!" Alfred cried excitedly. "Like that song! You know… London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London Bridge is…"

"Yes, yes all right, for heaven's sake…" Arthur tried to quiet Alfred as his raucous singing caught the humoured and surprised attention of several onlookers. "I know the blasted song."

"Are we hopping off over the river? Where are we going next? Can we see the bridge closer? I tell ya, all this walking is making me hungry." Alfred pulled something out of his pocket and starting unwrapping it. Arthur groaned when he realised it was a chocolate bar. He put his hand to his head, exasperated, and hoped the other passengers wouldn't notice.

"Alfred."

"Hmm?"

"You're eating chocolate."

"I know. Do you want some?" Alfred held out the bar.

"No… I…" Arthur didn't know quite how to tell Alfred that he was being rather rude considering everyone in Britain had been on sweets rations for years. He leant in and whispered. "We've been at war for quite a while here. Things like this are very hard to come by for us."

"Ohh," breathed Alfred, his eyes going wide. He glanced around guiltily. "I have more, should I offer everyone else some?"

Arthur almost laughed, but quickly stopped when he realised Alfred was serious. "Wait, Alfred, what are you…"

"Greetings folks!" Alfred turned and called out cheerfully to the passengers behind him. Arthur was horrified as everyone stared openly, obviously unsure what to make of this loud, strange American. "I'm Lieutenant Alfred Jones, all the way from the US of A, and I just wanted to say that I'm honoured to be here in your terrific city! Now I'm hoping some of you fine people can help me out with a small problem I have. You see, I'm shipping out soon to fight the Krauts in Italy, and I have all this candy I don't know what to do with!" Alfred pulled out a handful of chocolate bars, attracting the immediate attention of several small children who inched closer.

"Candy?" asked a little girl, tilting her head in confusion.

Alfred shot Arthur an inquiring look. "Sweets," Arthur managed to murmur in bewildered explanation.

Alfred turned back to the girl, laughed raucously, and explained, "That's what we Americans call sweets! Now I don't know what might happen if I took these sweets over to Italy with me..."

A little boy gasped and said, "The Krauts might steal 'em off you!"

Alfred gasped also, his expression drawn in mock horror. "They might, too! Well, we can't let that happen can we?"

The children shook their heads, moving slowly towards Alfred, their eyes fixed on the chocolate in his hands. Arthur's face was frozen in shock, as were some of the passengers'. Others, however, were smiling, a few of the women were giggling to each other, and the children were positively enthralled.

"Do you think you might be able to help an ally out and take 'em off my hands?" asked Alfred, smiling widely and offering the chocolate bars to the children. "It's really good... Hershey's, all the way from America!" Each of them took a bar, giggling happily, before running back to their parents. Alfred tipped his hat to his gawking audience. "Have a good day, folks!" He turned back around and winked at Arthur.

Arthur shook his head. "You're quite mad."

Alfred just laughed, then pulled another bar from his pocket. "I saved the last one for you."

Arthur could not stop his lips pulling into a smile. He tried in vain to furrow his brows and wipe the smile from his face. "Fine." He snatched the bar and jammed it in his own pocket.

"I like that," said Alfred, staring at Arthur.

"What?" asked Arthur huffily. How bloody irritating that he could not even control his facial expressions around the American.

"When you smile."

Arthur cast his eyes out at the river, the smile finally falling from his face and the back of his neck flushing with heat. They stood in silence, but he could feel Alfred's eyes on him for the rest of the short journey.

"What is that tall bridge over there?" asked Alfred, after they had arrived at the port across the river and walked a while along the bank. It was the finest day in months, the sun high and a gentle breeze blowing. It was hard to believe it was winter - Arthur could not ever remember a milder one in London.

"That there is Tower Bridge."

Alfred's face lit up again. "That one is terrific!"

"And that is the Tower of London," said Arthur, pointing over the street.

"Ooh, fantastic!" cried Alfred. They stopped and stared over at the imposing buildings. "What's in there?"

"German prisoners of war, currently. And traitors, and enemy spies." Arthur wracked his brains to think of what else they were keeping in the tower these days. "And, uh… ravens."

Alfred looked truly fascinated. "Ravens, really?" He looked around eagerly. "Is there any way we can get in there?"

"Well, there is one." Alfred raised his eyebrows inquisitively and Arthur smirked. "Betray Britain."

Alfred's face fell in disappointment. "Oh. I don't think I want to do that. Even to see the ravens."

"Oh, the ravens aren't the most interesting thing about the place," said Arthur.

"Really?" asked Alfred, intrigued. "What else is in there?"

"Ghosts," said Arthur wickedly. He gazed across at the tower as he spoke. "The Tower of London is the most haunted place in Britain, if not the entire world. There are dozens of ghosts in there… Lady Jane Grey, the Princes in the tower, Sir Walter Raleigh…" Arthur found ghost stories fascinating, and he'd always loved the ones about the tower. "On stormy nights, the ghost of Anne Boleyn is said to walk the tower, dressed all in white and carrying her severed head under her arm…" Arthur turned to find that Alfred was no longer standing beside him. He looked around, confused. "Alfred?" He walked a few paces before spotting Alfred further down the road, leaning against a tree and looking like he couldn't breathe. Arthur gasped and ran to him. "Blimey man, are you all right?" he asked, concerned by the pale green colour of Alfred's face.

Alfred looked up with wide eyes, clutching his chest, sweat beading his brow. "I… don't… like… ghosts!"

Arthur tried not to, but he burst into hysterical laughter. They quickly left, steered away insistently by Alfred, who kept glancing back fearfully as though the ghost of Anne Boleyn was on his heels. Arthur had been happy to walk along the river, but Alfred was desperate to get far away, as fast as possible, and headed straight for the nearest bus stop. Arthur couldn't stop snickering… the loud, brash, swaggering American was afraid of ghosts.

Alfred seemed to get over his terror rather quickly however, and whistled as the red double-decker pulled up at the bus stop. "Wow! It's one of those super tall ones!" he said as he swung himself up onto the platform. "Howdy, Miss." Alfred tipped his hat to the pretty young conductor who giggled and smiled at him. She barely even looked at Arthur as he purchased their tickets.

Arthur made his way into the crowded bus. Finding an empty seat, he was just about to sit down when he realised Alfred was, once again, nowhere to be seen. "What now?" he muttered, then winced when he heard a familiar loud voice shout down the stairs.

"Hey Arthur! There's a whole other bus up here!"

Arthur felt every passenger's eyes stare at him. He smiled apologetically. "Sorry. Uh… he's American." Arthur hurried up the stairs. He proceeded to spend the rest of the drive trying to get Alfred to sit down, apologising to the other passengers, and on one occasion having to haul the stupid Yank back into the bus when he tried to lean out the window to shout a greeting to some American soldiers on the sidewalk. Arthur was relieved when they finally reached their destination, though probably not so relieved as the other commuters.

It was difficult to keep up with Alfred. Arthur didn't know where he got his energy from, but it was endless. He tried to keep pace as Alfred barrelled down the busy streets, weaving amongst the mass of pedestrians, talking non-stop as he went.

"I've really never been in a city this big before, you know? This place is huge! I mean, I was in New York, but not for long, before we shipped out. Now that was one wild city! I'll take you there after the war, Arthur. We'll see it all together. And then I'll show you where I live. It's only a small town… we don't have nothing so fancy as all this, but you'll really love it, Arthur, I know you will."

"I… I…" Arthur was a little thrown, unable to believe Alfred, and unsure whether he wanted to. "That's rather a long way to go, isn't it?"

"Nah, it'll be fine! I'll fly you there in Lady Beth!"

Arthur raised his eyebrows skeptically. "I don't think your plane will make it from England to America, Alfred."

"'Course she will!" Alfred grinned, and even in this bright, busy street, Arthur felt his breath knocked from him. That bloody grin.

"And how will… um… 'she'… manage that?" Arthur was caught in Alfred's gaze as they walked, unheeding of the street traffic that narrowly avoided them.

"Magic." Alfred winked. Arthur stared, transfixed, until Alfred looked away and gasped loudly. "Ooh, ooh!" Alfred practically skidded to a stop, his eyes fixed upward. "I know that one!" he cried. "That's Big Bob!"

The spell was broken, and Arthur again burst into laughter. "Ben."

"Huh?"

"It's called Big Ben!" Arthur explained. "Well, actually, it's not the tower that's named Big Ben… that happens to be the name of one of the bells."

"Really? Huh. You sure know a lot, Arthur." Alfred stood stock still in the middle of the footpath, staring up at the clock tower. A busy crowd surged around him, but he didn't move.

"Alfred?" Arthur waited a few moments, but Alfred did not budge. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for it to ding." Alfred said it like it was obvious.

Arthur did not fancy his chances of getting Alfred to move, so he simply stood still as the passing pedestrians shot them strange looks and parted around them. He watched Alfred watching the clock, until after only a few minutes it rang in the hour.

"Haha, fantastic! All righty, where to now? Ooh, can we go in that strange looking building over there?" And Alfred took off, headed towards Westminster Abbey down the road. "Keep up, old man!"

Arthur scowled. "I beg your pardon?" he called, hurrying to catch up. He was, however, grateful for the tiny break. He really was starting to feeling like an old man today.

Once inside the dark abbey, Alfred quickly lost his cheerful grin. He moved along slowly, glancing around suspiciously, pressed quite close to Arthur's side. Arthur couldn't help finding it rather amusing.

"This place is creepy," Alfred whispered nervously as they walked slowly past the low stone coffins. "There aren't dead bodies in these things, are there?"

Arthur wasn't quite sure if he was serious. They were coffins, after all. "Oh, no," he said sarcastically. "They're stone all the way through."

"Oh." Alfred breathed a sigh of relief. "Well that's okay then."

Arthur glanced at Alfred quizzically. Surely he hadn't taken him seriously... "They're coffins, of course there are bodies…" He fell quiet as Alfred tensed up again. Apparently he had. "Ah, just forget it, Alfred."

Alfred was quite insistent they leave after that. "You Brits sure are big on the scary old buildings, ain't ya?" he asked as he hurried out into the street. Again, Arthur couldn't help laughing.

The pedestrian traffic thinned as they walked further down the street. Alfred started to slow, and eventually came to a stop in front of a roped off bomb site. Only one wall of the building was left standing, fixed at a dangerously skewed angle; the rest reduced to flattened rubble around it. Alfred whistled. "Whew, the Krauts sure did a number on that one."

Arthur nodded. "Quite. We still have quite a lot of sites left like this one. From the Blitz, you know." It suddenly struck Arthur how young Alfred looked, standing there in shock, gazing into the ruins.

"Innocent people shouldn't have to go through this," said Alfred, shaking his head as though he did not understand. "Women and old people and kids and stuff. That's just not right." He turned and looked at Arthur with wide, bright eyes. "That's why I'm doing this, you know." Alfred gestured over the wreckage. "I'm gonna stop this happening here, or back home, or anywhere else. Because we're the good guys, Arthur. I'm gonna go to Europe and put a stop to this, you'll see. I'm gonna save London!"

And Alfred sounded so young also, like he honestly believed he could take on the world. Arthur's heart swelled despite himself. Why did Alfred have to be so naive, so good, so stupid... "Come on, Alfred. There's a lovely park just up here I want to show you."

"Oh, great!" Alfred fell briskly into pace beside Arthur, snapping back into high spirits; but he didn't have quite the same spring in his step as before.

Alfred finally slowed down when they reached St James Park. The air started to chill as they wandered aimlessly past trees and gardens and couples taking an afternoon stroll. As they passed a park bench beneath a dense, leafy tree, Alfred lightly took Arthur's arm and led him over to it. Arthur felt the touch shoot through his nerves, and was surprised by the sudden nervousness it evoked. He sat down and felt something pull tight in his pocket. Confused, he reached in and pulled out the chocolate bar Alfred had handed him earlier. "Oh," he said in realisation. "Blimey, forgot about that."

"Try it!" said Alfred fervently. "American chocolate is the best chocolate in the whole world!"

Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Is that so."

"It is! Try it! Don't you like chocolate?"

Arthur sighed wearily, ripped open the bar, and took a bite. He paused, surprised. It actually was very good. "It's passable, I suppose."

Alfred looked amusedly doubtful. "Passable."

"Mm-hm."

"That must be why you're scoffing the whole thing."

Bollocks. Arthur glared at Alfred. He hurried to finish his mouthful.

"So it's that hard to get candy here, huh?"

Arthur shrugged, discreetly wrapping the last of the chocolate in its wrapper. "Well, we're on rations. Everything is hard to get right now."

Alfred sighed and leant back, throwing his arms across the top of the bench. Arthur jumped nervously when Alfred's hand brushed his back. "You Brits have had it tough for a few years, haven't ya."

Arthur almost laughed incredulously. Alfred had no idea. "London is different now from a few years ago. So much has been destroyed. After the Blitz…" Arthur broke off and shuddered, still overwhelmed by awful memories. The dread of the coming nightfall, the evil of the air raid signal, those horrifying moments crouching in shelters and unable to sleep through the noise. The terror which quickly gave way to a numbing acceptance; never knowing what would be standing and who would be breathing in the morning. Arthur felt a brief brush of Alfred's hand against his.

"I remember seeing a film about it back home a few years ago," said Alfred quietly. "A docmenary."

Arthur tried not to laugh. It was a welcome distraction. "Documentary."

"Yeah, one of them." Alfred shook his head and stared up at the sky. "People all huddled in bomb shelters, and sirens going off, and dozens of Heinkel bombers flying over and flattening buildings to rubble - just like that one in the street before. It looked like you really had it rough."

"We did. We still do." So Alfred did know a little of the earlier war after all. His words brought back memories far too easily. "But we're strong. We made it through then, and we'll make it through now. We're British, after all."

Alfred smiled at that. "I'm starting to see quite a bit about you Brits."

"And does the American like what he sees?" asked Arthur.

"Yes," said Alfred softly, his eyes intense as he stared at Arthur. "He certainly does."

Arthur's neck burned despite the chilly wind. He dropped his gaze to his feet.

"Well, I'm impressed," said Alfred, his voice rising to its usual loud volume. "Your city is fantastic."

Arthur raised his eyes to Alfred's grinning face and smiled back. "I know."

The air was near freezing and the sun quickly descending in the sky by the time they strolled slowly passed the gates of Buckingham Palace. Alfred, as usual, looked excited and fascinated. Arthur could not understand how he was still so energetic.

"Oh, gosh! Oh, wow! That's where the king lives!"

Arthur nodded wearily. "Yes, Alfred."

"Can we see him?"

Arthur furrowed his brows, taken aback. "The king?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh yes, absolutely, I'll just trot right in and see if old George will have us for afternoon tea, shall I?"

Alfred looked gobsmacked. "You can do that?"

Arthur shook his head, partly amused, partly exasperated. Alfred obviously had a little trouble with the concept of sarcasm. "Why don't we go back to the Emerald Lion and have afternoon tea there, instead?"

"With the king?" asked Alfred eagerly. Arthur just looked at him. "Oh, you mean, obviously... right." Alfred coughed and Arthur hid a smirk behind his hand. "Well sure, Art, that sounds swell. Only, I don't actually have to drink tea, do I?"

"No. And Alfred?"

"Yeah?"

"It's Arthur."

"Of course it is."

But Arthur couldn't feel angry. Sure, he was a little tired, slightly exasperated, and quite confused as to why Alfred was still intent on spending time with him. But he was also happier than he could remember feeling in years. And he had just spent the best day of his life, in the greatest city in the world, with a slight hangover and the most interesting, wonderful, bloody frustrating American he had ever met.

Next Chapter

Disclaimer: This story belongs to George deValier. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing.

#We’ll Meet Again chapter 2

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gendryw4ters-blog · 7 years ago

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aaah thankyou so so much for the ask dear omg!! sorry this is so late too!

if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?read; cloud atlas (david mitchell), silver (andrew motion), and to a lesser extent wildwood (colin meloy)

watch; mr nobody (holy shit!! it’s confusing but def worth it imo), cloud atlas (because! the differences between book and film are interesting and the film alone is beautiful. still read the book though please), and the hobbit trilogy (whilst i dont hold it in the same light as i once did, i cant deny the impact it had on me at the time)listen; i hate that this is gonna sound like im promoting my own stuff again, but honestly all of the character lists that ive made. they’re all representative of different aspects of myself and my life and making them was like this one big nostalgic trip for me. also!! hugely important; jamie t (mostly the panic prevention era but!! carry on the grudge is an incredible album and i adore it to no end), alt-j (an awesome wave is!! one of my fave albums of all time. though its worth mentioning that the new album has me absolutely shook. bury me with this album), and pixies (where is my mind is!! my favourite song of all time)!!

none of these are necessarily reminiscent of my actual life in any big way, but all of them have played a huge part in shaping the person i am today so i figured maybe that counted for something??

three songs that you connect with right now:

deadcrush, alt-j (pretty sure it’s about fancying anne boleyn. could be wrong. either way; big mood)19-2000, gorillaz- soulchild remix (been thinking about making pacific playlists a lot lately and this is a song that’s been on my mind in connection with those thoughts)under your spell, desire (i love this and how dreamy it is and the little conversation about halfway through is just!! gosh its lovely)

sorry this is so long and rambly aaah!! i hope youre having a great day!

#asks #aces-low #long post #sorry!! i get carried away i just love music //so much//#i feel like i covered a lot of this in our conversation last night too omg so sorry if im just repeating myself ahaha #good god i LOVE alt j. i love em. im gonna get a tattoo inspired by em someday soon i hope #alt j's new album though... *gene roe voice* that's a gift from god

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lollipopprincess · 7 years ago

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Get To Know Me

Get to Know Me

1. What is you middle name? Starts with an I and I share it with my grandmother. 2. How old are you? Just turned 23 3. When is your birthday? May 10th 4. What is your zodiac sign? Taurus 5. What is your favorite color? Pink and Red 6. What’s your lucky number? 6 7. Do you have any pets? Yes, a dog (Clara) and 3 cats (Chili, Rachel and Marie) 8. Where are you from? California 9. How tall are you? Gosh umm....like 5′5 or so? 10. What shoe size are you? I feel like it always changes. Between a 7 and a half and a 9 lol. 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I own more than I wear. I prob own 6 or 7 pairs and I only wear 2 or 3. 12. What was your last dream about? My baby cousins lol. 13. What talents do you have? People say im good at writing=) 14. Are you psychic in any way? I predicted that someone was going to have a baby and get married very close together for someone and both happened. 15. Favorite song? For now its “Light”- Sleeping At Last 16. Favorite movie? The new Cinderella or the new Beauty and the Beast 17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who is sweet, loving, funny, and loves me for exactly who I am, the good and the bad. Someone whos there for me when I need them the most. 18. Do you want children? Absolutely! 19. Do you want a church wedding? Yeah, I think so. 20. Are you religious? A little, I don’t follow a set religion though. 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Oh sure. 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nope. 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Met Patty Duke when I was maybe 14/15? She was playing Madam Morrible in Wicked and our friends knew her so they arranged a meeting afterwards. 24. Baths or showers? Baths. 25. What color socks are you wearing? No socks. I WAS wearing pink socks earlier. 26. Have you ever been famous? HA! no. 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Sometimes, I feel like it could be fun. But other times I think of how you’d have no privacy, you wouldn’t always know who your real friends are, and I would hate having my family and children getting bombarded by the media all the time. 28. What type of music do you like? Anything but rap and those teeny bopper bands. 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Nope. 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1 or 2. 31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my stomach, only way I can sleep. 32. How big is your house? 3 bedrooms, 2 baths. 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Nothing. On some weekend days, I make myself pancakes or french toast. 34. Have you ever fired a gun? BB gun, not real gun. 35. Have you ever tried archery? No but I’d kinda like to. 36. Favorite clean word? Enchanting 37. Favorite swear word? Feel like I use “shit” a lot lol. 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? Uh 2 days maybe. 39. Do you have any scars? One on my back from a surgery. 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Not that I know of. 41. Are you a good liar? I can be. 42. Are you a good judge of character? I think so. 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? British sorta lol. 44. Do you have a strong accent? I dont think so but someone who isnt from Cali may think so. 45. What is your favorite accent? I don’t know lol=) 46. What is your personality type? INFJ 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Ummmm.....I think its an Anne Boleyn replica costume from the Tudors. Its prob 150 dollars....Maybe? 48. Can you curl your tongue? No. 49. Are you an innie or an outie? innie 50. Left or right handed? Right 51. Are you scared of spiders? YES! 52. Favorite food? Spaghetti and Meatballs 53. Favorite foreign food? I dont know. 54. Are you a clean or messy person? Somewhere in the middle. I’m not super clean and neat, but i’m def. not messy. 55. Most used phrased? “You know” 56. Most used word? “like”, although I hate to admitt it. 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 35/40 min. 58. Do you have much of an ego? Eh, not really. 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Both. 60. Do you talk to yourself? Sometimes when im trying to organize something. 61. Do you sing to yourself? Yes 62. Are you a good singer? I hope so, some people have said so. 63. Biggest Fear? Being alone or lonely. 64. Are you a gossip? Sorta lol. 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Uhhh...Hmmm... “My Girl” was pretty good, so was “Boy in the Stipped Pajamas”. The latter was a lot darker of course. 66. Do you like long or short hair? Long 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? California, Arizona, Nevada, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Utah, Washington, Oregon, Kansas, Kentucky, Texas, New York, New Hampshire, Maryland, Delaware, Washington D.C, Maine, North Dakota, South Dakota, Alabama, North Carolina, South Carolina, Massachusetts, Missouri, Mississippi, New Mexico, Minesota, Hawaii, Alaska, New York, Wyoming.....Now im blanking lol. Shit, I only got 33 lol. 68. Favorite school subject? English 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No, cant swim 71. What makes you nervous? Pretty much everything lol. I don’t like being in groups very much because i worry i’ll say something dumb or people wont like me. I typically like to hang out one on one with someone. 72. Are you scared of the dark? Sometimes. 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Eh sometimes. 74. Are you ticklish? Prob. 75. Have you ever started a rumor? No. 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Like maybe a line leader in Kindergarten lol. 77. Have you ever drank underage? No, not into that. 78. Have you ever done drugs? No, not into that. 79. Who was your first real crush? Guy named Tre in 4th grade. 80. How many piercings do you have? None. 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ I dont think so lol. 82. How fast can you type? Mom says I type fast but I only use a few fingers, I dont use my whole hands. 83. How fast can you run? Not fast. 84. What color is your hair? Brown 85. What color is your eyes? Brown 86. What are you allergic to? Pollen=( 87. Do you keep a journal? Yes. 88. What do your parents do? Dad’s a doctor, mom doesn’t work. 89. Do you like your age? Yeah, its okay I guess. 90. What makes you angry? When people cancel plans or are late OR when they are bad communicators. 91. Do you like your own name? I like my first and last name, not wild about my middle name. 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Yes; Kayla Elizabeth, Esmerelda Victoria, Presley James, Julien Alexander 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I feel bad saying this, but i’ve wanted a daughter since I was a little girl. I just feel like I’d connect better to a daughter and I would want her to grow up similar to how I did. I would love any child i’m ever lucky to have, but I do hope at least one of them is a girl. 94. What are you strengths? I’m really compassionate and understanding towards others. 95. What are your weaknesses? I get jealous and sometimes overanalys things. I also don’t stand up for myself because I dont want others to get upset at me. 96. How did you get your name? My first name is one of my great grandmother’s names, my middle name is my mom’s mom’s name. 97. Were your ancestors royalty? I had a distant uncle named Black Hugh, he was some king or duke, not entirely sure. My dad said he was really cruel but I researched him and from what little I found, he was one of Mary Queen of Scott’s closest friends. 98. Do you have any scars? Yes, you asked this already. 99. Color of your bedspread? Pink floral. 100. Color of your room? White for now, pink at our new house.

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malkaleh · 3 years ago

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I’ve been looking up/researching Tudor Dolls (thank you @star-anise who has been helping me) because I wanted to get the Boleyn-Tudor-Cromwell Kids Toys Right and among other things I have learned.

The oldest surviving rag doll is Ancient Egyptian from what I remember reading

You could get dolls made out of gingerbread etc at markets as well as just regular dolls/toys

Sometimes fashion dolls (which were made to display the new trends before magazines) were handed down as toys

There were dolls made with wire bases and fabric that were extremely fancy as well as ceramics, wood and sometimes metals.

Fancy Toymakers being a thing

Mihrimah bringing her tinier siblings in laws toys as gifts is totally going to be a thing I have a beautiful doll inspiration

Oh my gosh the Tudor-Ottoman Dolls!

#lil and her ridiculous aus #ot3: political power trio #au: golden world

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janeyseymour · 4 years ago

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Never Enough

Jane angst: “Why am I never enough?”

TW: Blood. Just a bloody nose, but blood.

~2170 Words

Most of the time, Jane felt like a failure. She knew she couldn’t just fix Anne and Kat’s nightmares. She wished she could, but she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t fix the way that Aragon, Anne, Cathy, and herself missed their children. She would do anything in her power to bring their babies back to them, but she knew she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t help Cleves when she went into her rounds of self-loathing because He said something about her appearances. She could try, but she couldn’t convince her. Logically, she knew all of this. But that didn’t stop her from feeling like she was failing her family.

The queens had just gotten off stage, and tonight hit all of them particularly hard. It wasn’t going to be an easy night for any of them- Jane knew that much. She would be up half the night talking with Aragon, Anne, and Cathy about the children they had left behind. The other half of the night would be spent checking on Cleves, who would no doubt ignore her problems and tell Jane she was fine, and trying to calm down Anne and Kat from the nightmares they were bound to have.

Jane wasn’t wrong. As soon as the gang had piled through the door to their home, Cleves ran to her room claiming she was going to get to sleep early. There was no truth to this statement. All of the queens saw right through her. Instead, she would spend most of her night staring at herself in the mirror before she finally would give in to sleep. Anne dragged herself to her room, announcing she was “in need of some beauty sleep”. Aragon and Cathy had wandered into the kitchen to make tea, but not before telling Jane they would be back to discuss a few things with her. Kat had sat down on the couch, motioning for Jane to sit with her. And Jane? Well, Jane wanted to run to her room and cry. She knew she was going to finish this night sobbing, feeling like she failed her family again. But she didn’t. Instead, she went and sat down on the couch next to her dear Kat, who curled into her warmth.

The two in the kitchen had returned with mugs of tea for themselves and Jane and a mug of hot chocolate for Kat. They had settled in and began to reminisce. Sometime after they had begun talking, Kat had laid her head down in Jane’s lap. Jane, absentmindedly stroking her hair, sent the girl into a deep sleep. It wasn’t until hours later that Jane had looked at the clock and realized just how late it had gotten.

“It’s two in the morning ladies. I’m calling it a night. Thank you for staying up to talk Catherine. I would say thank you to you Cathy for staying up, but we all know you would still be up regardless.” Aragon’s smile faltered slightly, making Jane feel guilty, but she knew that the other queens needed their sleep, and she had to coax Kat into going to her room. Jane shifted Kat off of her lap as gently as she could before picking up the four, now empty, mugs and dropping them in the sink.

“You should do them tonight,” Jane scolded herself. Tiredness had taken over though, so she walked away and back into their living room, smiling softly as she laid her eyes on Kat sleeping peacefully.

This had happened before. Jane and Kat would fall asleep watching a television show. The blonde queen would wake up with a sore neck and gently guide the youngest queen to bed.

Sighing, the third queen quietly walked over to the fifth queen and shook her gently.

“Kitty dear? It’s time to go to our rooms and get some proper shut eye.” What happened next was something Jane wasn’t expecting.

“Jane what the hell?” Kat jumped up from the couch. “I was finally getting some peaceful sleep- something I did not think I would be getting tonight, and you just had to wake me!” The pink haired queen stormed up the steps, leaving a stunned Jane alone. The woman took a few deep breaths before trudging up the stairs.

Jane walked by Anna’s room, hesitant to check up on her. God forbid she upset Anna after she upset her Kat. She would be devastated. That’s when Jane heard muffled sobs coming from the red queen’s room. Against her better judgement, she knocked on the door. The quiet crying quickly turned into silence, and before Jane knew what she was doing, she was turning the knob and letting herself into Anna’s room.

“Jane! Get out of here! I didn’t tell you to come in,” Anna shut the door in her face before muttering, “You can’t fix me Jane. Stop trying.”

The blonde let her head drop. She really couldn’t do anything right today, could she? She was so close to locking herself into her room when she heard screams coming from down the hall. Anne’s screams.

The blonde rushed to her room. Whipping the door open, she was met with Anne flailing about in her bed, sweat beading at her forehead. Jane quickly walked over to the second queen, shaking her gently.

“Anne? Anne, love. It’s Jane. You need to wake up.” This didn’t work, and Anne’s fist collided with her nose. Jane’s nose began to gush blood, but she didn’t have time to react before Anne’s voice rang out through the room.

“Get away from her Henry! Wasn’t it enough beheading me?” Anne screamed in her sleep. “Do NOT touch her!”

The tired blonde restricted the girl’s limbs before shaking her violently. Anne jolted up from her nightmare, the two queens crashing heads.

“Anne, honey. You’re in the twenty-first century with all of the queens. You’re safe,” Jane tried to soothe her but to no avail.

“No- no! You’re wrong! You’re dead!” Anne squeaked out between sobs. Jane wrapped the girl in her arms, instructing her breathing. Slowly, the green queen’s breathing began to level out, and she turned to look at Jane.

Blood.

“Oh my God! Jane, Jane y-you’re bleeding!” Anne’s breathing began to quicken again.

“Sweetheart, it’s fine. It’s nothing I can’t fix. But you need to-” But Jane hadn’t been able to see herself. Unbeknownst to her, her nose was still pouring blood. There was blood all down her face at this point, and it was starting to drip down her neck.

“Jane! Oh my- Oh my God! Jane!” Anne just continued to shriek. A few seconds later, Anne’s door flung open, revealing what looked to be like a very stressed out Kat running to Anne and engulfing her in a hug.

“Just get out. Haven’t you done enough tonight?” The iciness in Kat’s voice pierced straight through Jane’s heart of stone.

Jane was stunned to say the least. Kat, her Kat, never spoke to anyone like that. Before the tears that had welled up in her eyes had time to fall, she bolted out of the room whispering her apologies.

The blonde, and now bloody, queen quietly padded into the bathroom and glanced at herself in the mirror. She understood why Anne had begun to freak out. Blood always reminded her of the past.

Quickly and quietly getting the blood to stop flowing, she cleaned herself up and got a better look at her nose- it was already bruising. Surely, she was going to have to make a doctor’s appointment just to ensure that nothing was broken. Now that her mind was on her nose, she noticed that it was throbbing. It hurt more than she had realized.

“Oh dear lord...” Jane muttered to herself. No wonder Anne had flipped out. The queen made her way to her room as quietly as possible and had barely shut the door before she slunk down to the floor and broke down in sobs.

“Why am I never enough?” She cried, looking up at the sky. “What have I done wrong in this life that I deserve to feel like this?”

Eventually, she picked herself up, seating herself at the desk she had gotten. Jane wasn’t usually one to write, but she knew she had to get all of her feelings out. Picking up a pen with her shaky hand, she began to write.

Why am I never, ever good enough? I walked through my last life feeling like I was never good enough, and when I finally did the one thing I’ve ever done right, I had to die. I gave birth to the one legitimate son for Henry, and I wasn’t even able to be there to see him grow. I couldn’t even be a mother to my son. That’s the biggest failure of all. And from what I’ve read, he didn’t even live to see what his life would turn out to be before he joined me among the dead.

And then why the hell heck was I chosen to be reincarnated? I understand why the rest of them were. Aragon is so outspoken and graceful. She’s teaching all of the young girls and women in our audiences every night to use their voices. Anne is a ball of light, even if she does cause trouble once in a while- but the world needs Anne Boleyn and all of her spunk. Anna is teaching all of our audiences to be unapologetic for being themselves. Kat needs her story told, and she’s the only one who can do it justice. And Cathy is the one who was able to put all of our stories together. I mean, for heaven’s sake, she wrote our dialogue for the show! But me? Why? I was the boring and devoted wife. I did nothing except die. From what I’ve read, in my reign, I never even said one thing that anybody bothered to write down to remember. It’s almost as if- if I wasn’t H- his wife, it’s like I wouldn’t have even existed.

All of the queens have adapted to this strange modern world we’re living in. Even Aragon has come to understand most things. And I- for the life of me- can’t even turn on the television or the computer without having to ask Katherine for help. Gosh, she probably gets so annoyed that I can’t do anything in this modern world right. Although, I suppose it makes sense right? Since I couldn’t do anything right in my last life either. Funny how that worked out.

Jane laughed bitterly at what she had written. She didn’t even bother to wipe her tears. They flowed freely onto the paper, smudging what she had written. That didn’t stop her from continuing to write.

Jesus Christ Jane. You can’t even write a paper without messing it and smudging everything because you can’t do anything right.

Tonight was one of the worst shows that we, as a group, have collectively put on. Everybody got hit hard with emotion tonight, making some awkward silences at the parts where we were supposed to get laughs. I barely even got through “Heart of Stone”. I mean what was I meant to do?

It only got worse as the night went on. Talking with the moms of the group definitely helped at first, but when I called it a night, I saw Catherine’s face drop. She wanted to keep talking, and of course I ended it. Then I didn’t clean the mugs like I should have. I’ll just have to get up early tomorrow to do them I guess. And then Kat happened. And then Anna. She’s never pushed me out of her room. And then Anne. I caused poor Bo to panic because I didn’t think. And gosh- my nose. IT HURTS.

But what really broke me was Kat. Katherine. I have never seen or heard her so- harsh before. My Kitty. I can’t believe I caused that. As if my waking her up wasn’t enough, she has to handle Anne now while I sit here pathetically writing this note. (*Reminder: rip this to shreds. Burn it. Do not let anyone else see this. They’ll only think I’m more pathetic than they already do.) The way she stormed away. I mean, Kat has gotten upset with me before, but never mad. And when she walked into Anne’s room, the way she asked me “Haven’t you done enough tonight?”.

I doubt any of the queens know this, but I would quite literally go through everything I did all those years ago to ensure that they were happy, healthy, and safe. I spend every waking minute of this life trying to protect them, and give them everything that they deserve in this world, and yet it still isn’t enough. What am I supposed to do at this point? I’m not even quite sure.

The woman set down the pen, and read back what she wrote. Pathetic, she thought.

Jane cried herself to sleep that night.

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Anne Boleyn: Captain of the Chaos Squad- pt8

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7.

In the events of 2020, Anne was "bored in the house, and in the house bored", leading her to making one fan's day.

title: Bored In The House

Since quarantine had hit, Anne Boleyn had been bored out of her mind.

“Bored in the house, and I’m in the house bored,” she would repeat over and over to any of the queens who would listen. This changed one day.

Andtonightwearelive would like to send you a message.

Andtonightwearelive: i saw a bunch of people messaging famous people, and i doubt i’ll get a response but hey queen! Hope you’re dealin with quarantine alright! Have a good day!

Anne had a brilliant idea. She was going to video call this fan. She hit the call button and waited a few seconds before the call connected.

“Hi love! I just saw your message, and I’m bored so,” Anne smiled at the fan.

“Oh my god!” The teen turned to someone off camera. “Mum! THE Anne Boleyn just called me!”

“What’s your name?” Anne grinned. It was nice to see that her chaotic choice had led her to some good today.

“It’s-oh my god I’m really talking to THE Anne Boleyn!” The fan squealed. “It’s Layla!”

“Hi Layla! How’s your day going?”

“Well, it’s going fantastic now! And how are you?”

“I’m SO-”

“Anne we know you’re bored,” Kat called. “Who are you talking to?”

“I might’ve called a fan account. Her name is Layla! Wanna come say hi?” Katherine Howard appeared on the screen next.

“Hi Layla! I hope you’re having a beautiful day!”

“Oh my god! You too! Thank you so much for calling me!”

“Of course! I better get going before Janey hears-”

“Anne, who are you talking to?” Jane’s voice rang out.

“I may or may not have called a fan account.”

“Oh! I- uh, are they there right now?”

“Yeah! Her name is Layla! Come say hi!”

“Hi love!” Jane, dressed in her favorite grey sweater, appeared. “I’m Jane,” the third queen introduced herself as if the teenager on screen didn’t know who she was immediately.

“I- Oh my gosh, this is insane. You guys are all like, just amazing and I wish that I was able to see you guys live and I just, you are all such inspirations to me,” Layla gushed.

The three queens talked with the young girl for a few more minutes before ending the call.

Andtonightwearelive: So... I kinda had my mom record the whole call.. Do you mind if i post a snippet of it on my page?

AnnieBoleyn: ye! which part?

Andtonightwearelive: uh, the beginning, and the part where Jane hyped me up?

AnnieBoleyn: Lemme ask Mum rq but she shouldnt mind!

AnnieBoleyn: she said thats fine :) rly was so fun to talk to u Layla. have a good rest of ur day!

It was a few hours later when Anne got a notification that Andtonightwearelive tagged her in a video. As Layla had said, Anne heard the beginning of their call and then it cut to Jane.

“Alright love, we best be going because we have to start making dinner but please know that you are enough. Stay true to yourself because you are wonderful, and if you stay you, you are going to make it so many places in this world, and we all believe in you. You’ve got this hun. Have a lovely rest of your day!”

Andtonightwearelive: So uh... this happened !!!

AnnieBoleyn: Layla! so lovely to chat w u today! Thx for taking the time to talk to us!

Andtonightwearelive: ohmygosh no thank YOU @AnnieBoleyn

KHoward: so wonderful to meet you!

Andtonightwearelive: THANK YOU FOR SAYING HELLO @KHoward

JaneySeymour: It was lovely to meet you Layla. And I meant what I said! You are enough, just the way you are! Stay kind!

Andtonightwearelive: @JaneySeymour you have no idea how much that meant to me

Anne liked the idea of her chaotic choice bringing a smile to the fans faces. She decided she was going to continue reaching out to the queendom, and every Saturday, she made it a point to call at least one lucky fan. Often, the rest of the queens would join her.

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Escape- pt 15

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. pt 8. pt 9. pt 10. pt 11. pt 12. pt 13. pt 14.

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her (Aramour)

The girls are well on their way to their new house, but first they have to stop at the Seymour household. Total fluff chapter.

Midway through the night, Jane had woken up and taken over driving for an hour before Catherine insisted on driving the rest of the way.

“Just until eight or nine, or whenever you wake up. I can handle it,” Catherine promised her.

Around eight, Jane’s phone began to ring, Margaret’s name appearing.

“It’s Cath. She’s asleep.”

“Oh. Well, how are things? How is she holding up? How are you holding up?”

“She’s okay. I’m doing my best not to rush anything. You have no idea how much your daughter really means to me.”

“I think I have an idea. Just keep in mind, I’ve seen how you acted and looked around her for the past ten years. You look at her in ways Henry never could. Jim, he sees it too.”

“Oh.”

“It's nothing to be embarrassed about. We’ve, even when she was with Henry, John and I wanted you two to-”

“Well,” Catherine began to stutter.

“Who’s on the phone?” Jane shifted in her seat as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s your mom.”

“Oh hi Mom,” Jane yawned.

“Well, I’ll let you get going. Sending much love to you three angels.”

“Bye mom. I love you.”

“I love you too Jane. Cath, we’ll talk later.” Margaret hung up.

“Ready for some breakfast?”

“You’re talking to someone who is seven months pregnant. Of course I’m ready for breakfast you fool.”

“I’m a fool that loves you.” Catherine kissed Jane’s hand. “Let me just tell the others.

“Marge! Where are you?” John called from their bedroom.

“Terrace. Just got off the phone with Catherine.”

“Oh, how are they?”

“I couldn’t get them to admit if they’re together or not.”

“Dammit. Just, here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill.

“Wow.” Margaret stood shocked but didn't take the bill. “I’ve never seen you just give into something so easily before.”

“This is so stupid. We share all of our money anyway,” John grumbled.

“Yes, but a bet is a bet.”

“Did you tell her?” Jane questioned Catherine as the two got out of the car.

“No, but I’m willing to bet that she knows something is up. You know your mother isn’t that stupid. And with the other four coming with us, one of them is bound to slip if we don't. Probably Boleyn.”

“Hey!” Anne called from her car. “I can keep a secret if I want to!”

“Yeah right,” Kat muttered from the passenger seat.

As the six sat down at the table, Jane laid down the rules. Any food that Margaret was to offer them, they were to accept. It would be foolish not too. In the words of the blonde, “If you think my cooking is good, my mother’s cooking is heavenly.” The biggest rule, as Catherine would say was “Do not let it slip that Jane and I are dating. I know they wouldn’t care and are actually probably rooting for us to get together, but we aren’t ready to tell them. At least not yet.”

The six ate rather quickly and began to get back into the cars.

“Jane’s parents are about twenty minutes away. We can lead if you want?” Catherine informed the others who agreed quickly.

“Are you ready to see your parents?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do! Can I drive?”

“You’re so spoiled.” Catherine patted her butt on the way out.

“Lina!” She squeaked. “We’re in public!”

“Yeah, I know. I just really love that we’re together.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah yeah. Here,” Catherine laughed as she handed Jane the keys. “Get moving.” Jane started to walk, but Catherine hung back a few seconds.

“Get to the car you perv!” Jane yelled over her shoulder. “I can feel your staring!”

“I’m sorry. I just really love you.” Catherine jogged to where Jane had stopped.

“She’s not sorry!” Anne called out from her car.

“Who the hell could that be?” John was woken from his nap on the couch.

“I’ll get it. Stay here.” Margaret pushed herself up from her husband’s lap. “John!” Margaret gasped when she opened the door.

“Daddy!” Jane ran to her father.

“Babe! Oh my gosh! You look beautiful!”

“Hey Marge,” Catherine gave the older Seymour a hug.

“Hey John.” The hispanic leaded in to hug her girlfriend’s father.

“Janey, I know you’re a daddy’s girl, but I’m really feeling like chopped liver over here,” Margaret teased.

“Mom! Oh my gosh!” Jane flew into her mother’s warm arms before pulling away. “I have some friends I’d like you to meet.”

“Oh yes! You must all be the friends I’ve heard so much about!”

“This is Anne.” Jane gestured to the young woman with her hair in space buns.

“Pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Seymour.” She stuck out her hand.

“No no, we don’t do formalities here. It’s Margaret and John.” John shook the woman’s hand, but Margaret pulled her into a tight hug.

“I’m Anna.” Margaret also pulled her into a hug, and Cleves awkwardly patted her on the back. “Sorry, I’m not really used to the whole hug thing.”

“Oh dear, if it made you uncomfortable, I won’t do it again.”

“It’s not a problem. I’ll just have to adjust.” Anna smiled softly at the woman.

“I’m Catherine, but you can call me Cathy.”

“Ah yes, the writer. I’ve read some of your work. Very smart woman you are,” John spoke up.

“And you must be Kat.” Margaret smiled warmly at the pink haired woman slightly hiding behind Anna. “Jane’s told me so much about you.”

“Oh?” Kat hummed. “Uhm, nice to meet you. Jane’s told me a lot about you guys too, and uh, you did a great job raising her. She’s honestly the kindest woman I know.”

“Hey!” Anne whined. “I thought that was me.”

“No need to bicker girls. I’ve told my parents about all of you,” Jane sighed before the two cousins could get into it.

“She really is a good kid, isn’t she?” Margaret prided herself on raising Jane right.

“So, I heard you’re a good cook,” Anna grinned.

“Oh, is Janey talking about my cooking again?”

“She said, ‘If you think my cooking is good, my mother’s cooking is heavenly.’”

“Oh she’s so silly. But I do have a pie baking in the oven. How long are you guys planning on sticking around? It’s almost done, and then it just has to cool. In the meantime, I can whip something up.”

“I’m not sure, but probably long enough to have some pie.”

“Okay well girls, make yourselves at home. You must all be exhausted after driving all night. If anyone needs to take a nap, Jane’s room is the first door upstairs on the right, and the guest room is across the hall from her room.”

“I will take you up on that.” Anne dragged Katherine to Jane’s room while Anna and Cathy made their way to the guest room.

“Mom, oh my god I have so much to-”

“We know,” Margaret cut her off.

“You know what?” Jane looked at her mother questioningly.

“You and Cath?”

“Uhm, no? I was going to tell you about the baby.”

“Oh. Oh my gosh. I’m really sorry honey,” Margaret fumbled over her words.

“Well, this is our cue to grab a beet.” John kissed his wife’s temple and motioned for Catherine to follow him to the garage. Jane leaned up and kissed Catherine’s cheek before the hispanic followed her father.

“So, I’m sorry for Marge. She really thought that’s why you guys were here I guess.” John rubbed his palm against his face.

“It’s alright. It’s uh, hopefully all falling into place. If she wants sir-”

“Cath, what have we talked about with the formalities?”

“Sorry John. Uhm, if Jane wants, if everything falls into place, one day would it be okay if I asked her to-” Catherine cut herself off. She was about to give their relationship away. “Nevermind. I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“No, I know what you’re going to say. You’re not getting ahead of yourself. You know you have Margaret’s and my blessing. We trust you. Stick with her. My Janey deserves a love like mine and my wife’s.”

“That’s the plan. Just don’t tell Marge. I just know she’d end up saying something.” Catherine shook her head in a light manner.

“She would. You’re right. I got it hun.”

Meanwhile, the mother and daughter were seated in the living room.

“I think it’s going to be a boy, but Lina insists it’s going to be a girl. The other girls all think it’s a girl too, so we have a bet going. I bet 15, Lina bet 40, and the other girls all bet 25 each. If I win, they all owe me the money they bet, and if they win, I owe them 15 each. It’s kinda stupid, but it’s fun.”

“It’s a girl!” Catherine called as she walked up from the garage to the kitchen. The older woman walked into the living room and embraced the blonde for a second before remembering they weren’t supposed to be giving themselves away. “I had to, uh, get another beer. And Jane looked cold.” She quickly left, feeling the mother eyeing the two of them.

“Jane. do you have something to tell me?”

“Nothing is there! She’s just- Lina. You know?”

“Whatever you say dear. Are you guys staying for dinner? It’s not a problem, I would just have to go to the store to get some more things.”

“I don’t think so. We’re hoping to get to the new house by dark. It’s a cute place. I looked it up on the way here.”

“That’s nice.”

“Hey honey?” John called.

“Yes love?”

“I need your help. I’m sending Cath up.”

“Okay, I’m coming.” She turned her attention to Jane. “Your father is so needy.”

“Hey you,” Catherine emerged.

“Hi,” she laughed.

“Just kiss me,” the hispanic whispered, desperation in her voice.

“You’re lucky I love you.” She pecked the other woman’s lips. “Just sit with me. We need to leave before dinner if we want to make it there by tonight.”

“Okay, you got it.” Catherine lifted the blonde into her lap.

“You goof.” Jane shifted herself off her girlfriend’s lap and faced her. “I’m fat. Don’t do that.”

“You’re beautiful; that’s what you are.” Catherine lifted her feet and started to massage them.

“Best girlfriend ever,” she sighed as she relaxed into the couch.

“You get anything out of Cath?”

“Not really,” John lied.

“John! Come on,” Margaret groaned.

“Did you?”

“Oh shush it.”

“And I’m still being yelled at? Unbelievable.”

“I hate you so much.” Margaret’s smirk revealed the love in her eyes for her husband.

“Let’s get back.” John lifted his wife over his shoulder.

“John!” she laughed as she swatted at him. “We’re too-”

“We are not too old! You just think we are!” He walked up the stairs with his wife draped over his shoulder. “Hey kids! Look at what the old man can still do!” John laughed hysterically as he gently placed Margaret on the couch next to Jane.

“Are you sure you should do that Dad?”

“I do what I want.” He looked over to see Margaret shooting daggers at him. “So long as your mother is okay with it,” he quickly added on.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re lucky.” Margaret shot her husband a wink.

“Mom!” Jane yelled out in disgust. “Keep it to yourself!”

“Oh please.”

Once the others woke up and had a taste of Margaret’s pie, they begged the couple to stay. The six stayed for dinner, the older Seymour’s very happy to ensure that they were all sent away with a meal made with love in their stomachs. Each of the girls left with an extra plate full of food.

“You all deserve a good home cooked meal,” Margaret said as she forced the plates of food into their hands.

“What you do with food Margaret,” Anna complimented.

“Thank you so much for having us and welcoming us into your home,” Cathy thanked the two as they were running out the door.

“Any friends of Jane are family to us dear. You’re all welcome anytime,” Margaret meant what she said.

“Hey Cathy?” John called after her. When the young woman froze, he spoke, “If you decide to put out any work any time soon, send them my way.” Cathy nodded and continued to shoo Anne, Anna, and Kat out the door.

“We’ll be back once everything settles down hopefully.” Jane pulled her mother into a hug.

“You better! I love you honey, and I love you too Cath.” Margaret kissed each of the girls’ cheeks.

“You too Marge.”

“I’ll see you around, kid.” John clapped his hand on Catherine’s shoulder. “Bye princess.” He pulled his daughter into a hug. After making sure Margaret was busy fussing over Catherine, he whispered, “I know you’re dating. Mom doesn’t. I love you.”

“I love you too Daddy,” she sniffled. “Okay, let’s go before I start.” Jane pushed Catherine out the door and into the car.

“Dad knows. What did you say?”

“Nothing. Let’s head out.” The three cars pulled out of the driveway, and they continued on their way to their new retreat.

“I love you Jane. You have no idea how much I love you.”

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