It's New Year's Eve in the Shakespeare household and the girls have found an old photo album.

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'This is going to take forever!' Judith groans, looking around the garage. The garage is piled high with junk of every sort: cardboard boxes full of dusty books, old scraps of tinsel, ornaments gifted to the Shakespeares that were too ugly to even have ( Read more... )

The morning after for Will, Anne and Kit. This was originally intended as a happy fic, but it sort of evolved. Oops. Again, for gemgemgembird (because she's really brilliant).

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Will is the first to be woken by the gentle shifting of a naked body against his own. The brush of smooth skin over his ribs is a pleasant awakening. He blinks up at the ceiling for a few ( Read more... )

Modern AU with Kit and Will and the Shakespeare girls. This thing just came out of nowhere, tbh. A sort of get well soon thing for kiitos13.

Will stands frozen in the doorway, staring at the alien sight on his cheap, faded Ikea sofa. Amongst the blankets and the tattered cushions lie three bodies; two small ones and a bigger one. Two dark-haired mounds ( Read more... )

For gemgemgembird. Sorry if there's bits that seem wrong. I wrote this really quickly and very late at night.

The man groans and slumps to the side slightly as he is thrown down at Sotherby's feet. Sotherby's squeaking quill stops moving momentarily as he glances down at the man.

'Already?' He says quietly, shifting his emotionless gaze to the two burly soldiers ( Read more... )

The storm rages overhead; winds rattling the window, lighting illuminating the room even through the curtains, thunder shuddering through the house.

Sotherby lies awake, propped up against his pillows, watching the light and the shadows chase each other around the room. Something shifts against his chest and he looks down and smiles fondly at the ( Read more... )

This is a draft of my little book idea about Augusta, Princess of Wales. The title 'Griffin Taming' comes from her husband Frederick, Prince of Wales's nickname, the Royal Griffin (or Griff). Alright, enough waffle. Hope you enjoy this little chunk of feels~

Warning! Do not read if you're a bit squeamish. If you are, stop reading fic altogether.

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This one is for gemgemgembird for reasons.

Lord Sotherby has always had a soft spot for Catherine.

He remembers when she first arrived at court to marry Charles. He had stood behind Charles' throne as Cathy had been presented formally to the court. He had heard the judgemental whispering of the courtiers and the mocking sniggering of Barbara Villiers.

He had ( Read more... )

You know what to do. Have fun and unleash the madness.

- Horrible Histories

- History in general

- Harry Potter

- Game of Thrones

- Other things I can't think of right now...

Thaxted, England, 1738

'Where is he? Tell me! Where is your husband?'

Elizabeth tries to tell him that she doesn't know, that she has neither seen nor heard from him in months. The man - Fawley - does not listen. He strikes her hard across the face and she tastes copper and salt on her tongue. One of Fawley's henchmen grabs a handful of hair ( Read more... )

Atthis purrs as Sappho's fingers explore her pale, freckled skin, drawing intricate patterns for her to retrace later with her tongue. Atthis twists her hands helplessly in her bonds. She wants nothing more than to return the touches, to twine her fingers in Sappho's long, dark hair, to dig her short nails into Sappho's skin.

'Sappho, for the love ( Read more... )