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a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

shamelessly ripped from the Dangan Roleplay kink meme

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All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about It's Curtains. Fic and art fills are all good.

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Jezebel, in writing her own musical Faust fixfic within a musical fanwork with increasing disregard for the fourth wall, has inadvertently tapped into the same narrator powers B and LP have.

one member of any of the couples keeps having nightmares about what happened in the opera house. their partner tries to comfort them.

The It's Curtains Holiday Special.

i mean it got discussed a bunch on plurk after i requested high school au so!

college/university au?

tis the season, ya'll, and clearly we're in need of some smooching under toxic plants hung from doorways

any ship would be lovely (especially if they're platonic cheek smooches or the smooch receiver isn't used to affection and gets flustered).

bonus: everyone smooches the Balladeer

after the events of the Opera House the Leading Player finds herself thinking back to her first friend, the Balladeer. And decides maybe she can try to fix things by... leaving him gifts and I dunno, maybe apologizing. maybe? or maybe they talk narrative and become friends again, up to you

Bonus points for even more Hans and LP parallels because I'm a sucker for them

When she tries to approach him again while clearly still not actually understanding his viewpoint, B sends the Leading Player out on a mission to make friends and write him a weekly letter about the friendship lessons she's learned.

Yeah it's just a My Little Pony reference BUT COME ON ITS GREAT

The R2 teens are having a party...so the adults have their own sleepover.

It's another bottle of wine split between the two of them before judgement starts to slip. Stephen isn't quite coherent enough to remember who makes the first move, but he does remember thinking that Ariel's lips were comfortable against his own, and from there, it's pretty much all over for him. Them, apparently, because Ariel's hands are just as eager to wander as his own, and in very short order he finds himself pulling Ariel against him with skin against skin. Considering how much they've had to drink, neither of them last very long, but they don't need to; they're not here to run a marathon, they're here to watch one another as the crest rises and rises and-

-Stephen doesn't think of Elizabeth once, except to contrast how more open Ariel seems in the middle of it. Then she's out of his thoughts because he's got far more pressing things to think about, such as what's pressing against Ariel's thigh, and once that rush is over they're laying stomach to stomach, limbs tangled to where neither of their slowly-sobering selves have any urge to change that.

At least, Stephen thinks to himself, If this does all go to hell-

At least he'll remember this.

stephen's attempt at an adult party actually did devolve in to an orgy
go

you can't spell Mephisto without it. ;)

Canon relationship? What canon relationships?

Literally anything soft with these three. Smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, I'm not picky. Preference to having Mephisto rather than "Ariel", but if your heart leads you another way, go for it!

exactly what it says on the tin - how do the cases get thwarted?

The first week, things aren't much different. It's just that people seem to draw a little closer. For whatever reason, Christine has the idea to throw a teen slumber party pretty quickly - "to get to know each other!" she says. So early in the game, with no one dead yet, it doesn't even sound all that naive.

Left to their own devices, Stephen throws the adult slumber party earlier than he ordinarily would have, as well. Not everyone attends; Jonny, for one, is a little too prickly and a little too disliked by everyone else. But Stephen and Ariel end up drunkenly spooning, Sigyn, Anne, and Richard quickly become bosom companions and do each others' hair, and they are all far too hung over to leave the room until late on Friday morning.

Jonny and Sigyn live. Jonny does end up getting punched later, but nothing worse comes of it.

---

The second week, King Richard is wandering the halls alone at night when he trips over something and falls flat on his face.

"Who - ?" Red pops her head out of the nearby music room, eyes wide with fear, but relaxes when she sees who it is. "Oh, Your Majesty! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Richard declares, accepting her hand up and glowering down at his attacker for a moment. "But who left one of these dumb trombones in the middle of the hallway? That's dangerous!"

Red folds her arms. No one has died yet, but it's still frightening, being trapped in a place like this. "Isn't everything a little dangerous, here?"

Richard, standing at his full height, takes in her frown and the circles beneath her eyes, and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Come on. Why don’t you stay in my room tonight? I've got snacks, and we can feed Tad Cooper lettuce - ooh, it'll be like a slumber party!"

Richard lives. Red officially becomes his ward.

---

No Mountain Dew Red emerges from the vending machine.

But that's probably for the best. After all, the Phantom has decreed that killing the SQUIP would be - in all circumstances - viewed as a murder.

---

The next week, Spinel goes outside to play on Friday evening, and meets Riley.

But by the time Angus, fallen to the evil coursing through his bloodstream, makes his own way to the garden, he finds it empty.

Meanwhile, Riley goes searching for another victim. Instead, she runs into Mephisto and Stephen in the hallways. Even in her frantic state, she hesitates, but the knife in her hand makes her intentions clear, regardless. Luckily, Mephisto is quickly able to disarm her, and places an arm around her shoulders when she begins to sob apologies.

That's roughly when Angus shows up there instead, having made his way inside in search of a victim. The resulting fight leaves everyone involved bruised and bloodied, but no one is dead, and Angus is tied up in his room, to be brought food when necessary by at least two other cast members.

(Being evil, he calls for the Phantom to bargain when he's first left alone. But there's no response.)

---

Spinel turns up the next day, in a new outfit.

"Pssssh, I'm fine!", she says, brushing off everyone's concern. "I must've accidentally got poofed out in the garden, but the Phantom found me! We hung out on the roof and chatted for ages, and then I came back down here! Woaaaah, what happened to you?"

Riley winces at the volume. "I was...in a fight. Angus turned evil, or something."

"He did?" Spinel frowns. "Gosh, that's no good! Can we turn him un-evil?"

"We're...we're working on it," answers Stephen, who frankly has no idea how to turn Angus un-evil. "Wait, you've been with the Phantom? What did you talk to him about?"

"It's - a - SECRET!" Spinel bounds over to boop him on the nose. "He asked me not to tell! And we're officially friends, so I can't! Sorry!" She does not sound sorry.

Christine starts to grumble about how he's still not willing to be friends with her, for some reason. Stephen frowns to himself, but stays quiet. Maybe he'll write a letter about it, later...

---

In the fourth week, everyone still gets sick. Shilo doesn't, technically, run into Jeremy.

"Oh, it's you.."

"It is." The SQUIP inclines its head. They reached an agreement, after all, that it would be allowed to use Jeremy's body at night. A lot of people still don't really care for that - but there's no way to kill it without hurting Jeremy, and they'd be executed even if they did, so. Some things you just get used to after a while. With no deaths for a month now, at least, it doesn't seem as if the supercomputer is particularly inclined to do any harm, and it seems less anxious about Jeremy's safety.

It's even, in some instances, had reasonably friendly conversations with a few folks. It's not the only one out late at night. "Did you want something?" it asks, canting Jeremy's head in its odd manner.

"I was just..." Shilo winces, a hand going to her head. She still feels all sick. "I thought I'd go see the horse."

Jeremy would have taken her, just to make her happy. The SQUIP is more logical. "You will feel better if you consume some liquids and return to bed. I will assist you if you like." Jeremy was, after all, fond of her.

Shilo and Jeremy (and the SQUIP) survive. The Horf remains untraumatized.

---

That Sunday night, the Phantom appears in Stephen's room.

As per usual, he gets directly to the point. "Do you intend to kill Steven again this week?"

"...so you do remember." Stephen scrubs a hand over his face. When he began this, he hadn't really intended for it to end up this way. The point was to gather information, after all; sooner or later, he would have to kill again. The only reason he went back this far at all was because of the notes to Nana, the little clues about the Wizard that he must have been missing for weeks. That's all it was supposed to be.

He'd just thought, when he saw her again, that maybe he could save Sigyn. It was just an accident. And then it was so easy to stop Richard from startling Red. And then...he'd tried to leave it alone, he had, but to spend the night with Mephisto and know what Riley must be going through...

"I do. I saved Spinel, after all, did I not?" The Phantom tilts his head, behind the ever-present impassive mask. "I noticed that you weren't intending to."

"It's not that. I just...I didn't know how I could stop Angus, okay?" Angus only went down because all three of them were there. With that giant hammer of his, he might have been able to take out even Mephisto, if the fallen angel were alone.

"Of course," the Phantom responds smoothly. "And would you have let them deactivate the SQUIP again?

"It didn't matter," replies Stephen, who probably would have if not for the rule change. "No one got any Mountain Dew Red. Were you behind that, too?"

"It ended for the best. You know that Jeremy would have handled the situation with Shilo much more poorly."

"Don't tell me you care about Shilo, now. And don't tell me that you care about Jeremy. I remember how you stabbed him, the last time. You didn't do that for any of the other executions."

"I'm merely stating a fact."

"Of course you are." There's something there, Stephen thinks. There's something in the Phantom's concern for the SQUIP and Spinel specifically, as if those are the only two people he could possibly have any feeling for. He's made it clear that he doesn't trust any of them, even Christine's innocent overtures, and maybe that could account for the SQUIP. That thing couldn't make nice if its life depended on it. But Spinel? She's nice and sweet, yes, but so are a lot of the kids here. Why is she so different?

"You haven't answered my question, Dr. Browning."

Stephen sighs. Later, maybe. He did this to uncover information, and it's more important to look into the Wizard. It's always been easy enough to access the Phantom. "Why? Did he send you to ask?"

"No. But I am authorized to say that if you do not, he will end this venture next week."

"Wait - he is?" Stephen's wash of relief is mingled with something strangely like outrage. All that death, all that mystery, just to abruptly end for no reason? What was the point of any of it, if he would just give up after a month? "After all of that, he's just going to...he's just going to let us go?"

The Phantom shrugs. "It does seem arbitrary. He claims it is necessary because of something called a 'kinkmeme fill'. He will finish his work in the spring, instead."

"A - " No. No, Stephen doesn't even want to know. "And you? Are you going to let us go?"

"You know full well that your deaths are secondary to my purposes. I will make you my original offer. Most of you still require some...repair, after all. Just look at Angus." The Phantom's voice is casual. It's like he can't tell that Stephen's bristling at all. "Once we are done with that, you can go where you please."

Could he really help Angus? It seems possible. But why would he do that for no reason? And what could the man want with the rest of them? "So...you want to make us a sales pitch? Do you really think that's going to go well for you?"

"Of course. Who wouldn't want to be better?" The Phantom straightens, and with a swirl of his cape, starts to retreat back into the darkness behind the mirror. "I'll see you in a week, Dr. Browning. Perhaps then, you will begin to understand."

BJ flirts with Angus, because that guy has no one around his age.

MEPHISTO *clap* GETTING *clap* PEGGED *clap*

He already had so many people inside him at the meeting.

Is it really masturbation if someone else is controlling your hand?

Preference to keep the adults and teens separate.

Anne of Cleves is, to put it very simply, tired of being alone. The children have their own emotional squabbles to deal with, and the last eligible bachelor (too young, when she thinks about it) is now six feet in the ground. She could, perhaps, attempt to work her charms on Mephisto and Stephen, but she still can't quite stomach the idea of bedding down with a demon.

She'll settle for a much more forgivable sin, she thinks. Call it a cure for her budding hysteria.

Her clothes are stripped off, quickly and in one incredibly dramatic (and otherwise impossible) flourish. The spikes of her crown remain, naturally because she’ll retain all grace even as she succumbs to the sins of the flesh. She settles onto the sheets of her bed, lamenting the loss of the more silken sheets of her home. It will do, she supposes, even if it is just as much of a cold comfort as her own fingers are.

Her legs part, while hands rather shakily gliding down her torso. She stops just short of her hip, doubt gripping her. Anyone could be watching. The Phantom? God himself? It was a foolish idea to even try.

She starts to retract her hand but it -- doesn’t quite move. It feels strangely cold, the whole room does now that she’s thinking about it. Gooseflesh rises on her skin, and she tries once more to move her hand, if only to pull her too-rough sheets around her vulnerable form.

Her fingers do move, but not in the direction she might have hoped for. They trace a pattern against her skin, the same curving sign again and again.

S, it says, and it fills her with dread.

“Satan?” Anne hisses into the void of her room. Of course the devil would find her in her moment of weakness.

But her fingers keep moving. Gentle, entirely unlike what she would attribute to the touch of a demonic lover. It spells out a name against the plane of her abdomen three times over, just enough for her to make sense of what’s being said.

Sigyn. And when Anne speaks the name aloud, the movement continues. Help?

For a moment, Anne wonders if she should ask how Sigyn came upon her like this. She wonders all number of moral questions that so rarely seem to be addressed in art forms such as these, and then promptly shoves them aside. Instead, she kisses the fingers of her left hand and pressing it to her currently possessed right.

“Go ahead.”

Against all odds, when Riley falls, Mephisto catches her.

Third trial execution with a twist!

Steven fuses with someone, either post-game or in an au powers motive scenario.

cartesio natalie and curtains natalie switch places and it's just awkward for everyone

bonus: team natabel vs team keetalie

Give me the cutest, most teeth-rotting sweetness (or spiciness, if you want) post-Act 2! New adopted family meeting castmates who didn't come to Denny's, couples learning to live together outside of a murder opera, or whatever the next big get-together will be! Go buckwild!

A missing king was always a source of gossip.

Well, perhaps less so in the democracy formerly known as Richard's Land, but they had still gossipped plenty about King Richard's absence the first time he went missing. And over the seven weeks that the (One True, apparently, which was plenty to gossip about all on its own) King was missing this time, there was certainly enough of a fuss kicked up over trying to find him that even the commoners took notice.

Anything that's important enough to delay a royal wedding has got to be some sort of crisis, after all.

And when Richard returned intact with a young girl in tow, a ward of about fifteen years, the rumor mill flew into overdrive.

Some said because of Richard's fiancee's advanced age (which, good on him for not going super young this time, others added with a note of respect), she would be childless, and so Richard had disappeared to find a potential heir. That was a reasonable enough explanation, though there seemed to be no good reason why he would choose to return with a princess rather than a prince.

Some speculated that she was his bastard, which often devolved into philosophical discussions on whether or not girls could be bastards, and whether it was easier to legitimize a bastard who was born before one parent was ever married than one born out of infidelity, since her age handily put her birth long before Richard's marriage to Madalena. They didn't look dissimilar, with pale skin and dark tresses and expressive blue eyes.

Others argued that they had heard from their cousin's hairdresser's sister-in-law, who used to work for the King, that the King had been "untouched" on his wedding day, and therefore the girl couldn't possibly be his. It had to, therefore, be his older brother, Prince Kingsley's.

Gross, said one, not wanting to think about the implications of the much older prince fathering a child, even 15 years ago when he had been more in the autumn of his years than full on winter.

And yet, continued the other, who had been interrupted in the middle of their theory, their father's best friend's older brother had been in court the day that Prince Kingsley turned down the throne and passed it to Richard, and he had totally heard the prince say that he was going to "sow bastards across the land like wildflower seeds."

Well if that's the case, it wouldn't have been hard to find a male heir, would it?

Maybe it was a compromise? Legitimizing his brother's bastard for the sake of the bloodline, but only a girl, just in case he and his wife did get blessed with a son?

Yeah, that seemed fair. Good thing the girl seemed like she was nothing like the Prince.

Richard, for his part, had no idea about the gossip that surrounded his prolonged absence. He was proud to show off his new ward, as proudly as he showed off Roberta his future wife, and there was nary a single function he was willing to attend without his queen on one arm and his ward on the other. The first major social event was Galavant and Isabella's wedding, which Galavant had initially postponed when Richard had gone missing before invites were sent.

The second important event was Richard and Roberta's wedding, and Roberta's coronation as Queen. This took a little longer to organize, but it was worth it in the end. And at the absolutely banging party that one of King Richard's other weird new friends Queen Anne threw after the ceremony, Richard spent the whole night on cloud nine, dancing with Roberta and Red (and his other guests) until he swore his feet were going to fall off.

He adored both of them with his whole chest, a fact that was plain to anyone who watched him watching them for more than five minutes. But anyone who knows what it's like to love knows how blind it makes even the sharpest of men, and Richard could hardly be accused of being the sharpest of men.

So, it often fell to Roberta to protect Red from the rumors about her, which she did by loving and teaching the girl as if she was her own, something which Red made it easy to do. Roberta knew the truth, of course, she'd answered the mysterious summons to "Denny's" and met her King and his new ward (along with several other... well, colorful characters) there.

She'd found out from Queen Anne that Richard had died, a fact which Richard tried to deny at first but fessed up to when he saw that Roberta was more upset than angry. But he had been adamant that it wasn't Red's fault, no matter what she said, that he had been clumsy and foolish. And, well. Roberta knew he could be both of those things, so she believed him. He was alive, now, and he and Red were undeniably close, and that was enough for Roberta.

It was perhaps not the most ladylike for the Queen to teach the Princess swordplay and duelling, but they loved it. And Richard loved watching them at it, could sit on the balcony for hours and listen to the sound of their laughter and their swords meeting, as Bobby taught Red the proper footwork, and most importantly safety behind how to wield a blade. They bonded over being dragged into royalty by how much they loved Richard, despite their common birth, over how much they struggled with the floor-length gowns and sleeves, and stays, and heels, and corsetry, and heavy jewelry, versus how easily all of those trappings came to him.

They were happy. They had each other (and Tad Cooper, of course).

And then they had one more.

A Real Life Happily Ever After [2/2 I lied]

superbeliever - 2020-08-17 20:31 (UTC) - Expand

👏 Round 👏 2 👏 Alternate 👏 Cases 👏

Use the motives we got. Make your own up. Go wild.

They found him in bed, Friday morning. After last Friday, everyone had hoped it would be different-- but no. Tragedy had struck once more-- in the form of a dagger plunged into the heart of King Richard, The Tagalong. Now here they stood, in the courtroom, trying not to look at the images of those they'd lost.

“Who would have killed King Richard?” Steven Universe asked, hugging himself and looking down.

“He was an idiot, but a harmless idiot. And the manner of death was overkill.” Mephisto speaks up.

“That’s right-- the wound to his stomach would have been enough to kill him, on--- What’s that sound?” Stephen stops, looking around trying to find the source of the sound.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

“OH MY GOD, WILL YOU STOP?” Santana screams at her neighbor, and Anne of Cleves shrieks even louder. She had been silent before-- much like she had been during the previous trial. It had seemed to make sense, she was close to Richard after all-- but now, with the screeching intensifying, something seemed---

“ANNE STOP---” Riley yells, covering her ears, cut off by an abrupt silence as Anne throws her hands into the air. They’re covered in blood. Then Anne starts to sob, and everyone is left to awkwardly look at each other.

“I did it! I committed regicide!” Anne of Cleves wails, and Mephisto can only look over at Stephen, and shrug.

“That one was easy.” He states, hitting the button for Anne of Cleves, The Catfish.

Five minute trial. Bam.

THE MURDER [2/2]

(Anonymous) - 2020-08-21 00:45 (UTC) - Expand

Gonna be the bastard and request: The one where Mephisto never comes clean and manipulates someone into a) taking the fall for murder, b) giving him their soul, or c) both of the above. Bonus points if it’s Stephen, Riley, or Christine. He could be starting to feel something genuine and ignoring it, or he could not. Whatever floats your boat.

What if the R2s were switched out with someone else from their canon?

the prompt is just this image: https://i.imgur.com/GUPq4QU.png

Richard had been very fond of Evan Hansen, during their time together in the opera house’s bizarre afterlife. Even after he had heard of the errors the boy had made back home, he hadn’t held it against him— formerly reformed himself, Richard understands better than anyone that sometimes, good people make bad decisions. Especially when they are young, or feel as if they are very small and alone. So when he decides that he will host a summer camp of sorts for the young people of the opera house, Evan is extended an invitation. Knowing how meek the boy can be, he entrusts the invitation to his trusted cousin, the Queen Anna von Kleve, and requests that she hand deliver it. She’s more than happy to do so, and when she returns the answer, she seems even happier, which is a little strange— normally people don’t seem so pleased to do him favors. But Anne is a jolly sort of person, even when trapped in an opera house full of murderers, or when meeting her ex husband's new beau, or while changing baby diapers, so he takes it in stride.

It’s an exciting event when the guests start to arrive— so many familiar faces, and bright young minds, and he’s excited to show off his kingdom and his family to his former fellow opera house prisoners. He has stables to show Shilo, and knights to introduce Steven to, and new court ballads to present to Christine. Anna makes herself at home, grabbing the new prince any chance she has, or filling Red in on her recent trip to their mutual homeland, or helping Roberta run the household. It’s a good feeling, even when Jeremy begins to complain about his lack of some sort of net, or when Santana and her pretty blonde friend cause a scandal, sneaking off together. He likes having the full house, and he enjoys seeing young people embrace good, traditional medieval activities. The world they stay in for most of the time is so fast paced and troublesome—- it’s no wonder some of them are so skittish.

There is one thing, though, that weighs on him.

It’s the way Evan hangs back, the same way he had when they were together before. The way he seems so unsure of himself— and the way he sticks to the back of a room, away from the others. At one point that evening, Richard watches Santana slide onto one side of him, her friend on the other, and whisper something to Evan. Both the young women look amused, but Evan looks like he’s going to melt into a puddle on the ground. He almost intervened then—- but that feels like it would be even more embarrassing for the boy, so Richard gathers his tact for the day, and waits until later in the evening, after most of the others have retired to their rooms, to summon Evan to speak with him.

Evan, for what it’s worth, looks uncomfortable— but that’s how he always looks.

“D-did I—-“ Evan’s voice cracks with anxiety as he speaks “.... Do something?”

Richard shakes his head, standing from his seat, which seems to only make the boy more uncomfortable. He sits back down. “No, not at all! Are those girls—- the other young people. Are they bullying you?”

Evan pales, and shakes his head in return, though it’s a much more frantic movement. “Oh! N-no, sir—- your majesty—“

Richard clears his throat, and gives him a serious, but still kind look. Evan apparently misses the kind part, because he still looks just as terrified as before. “At dinner tonight, you looked upset when they whispered something to you. You can tell me what they said.”

Evan fidgets, unsure if he should say anything. “T-they really—- weren’t—-“

“You can tell me. I’m not just a King, you know. I’m your pal Richard, too.” He means to be comforting, but poor Evan just looks even more mortified.

“T-they—- Were—-“

“Go on.”

Evan swallows. “They were just telling me—-“ He hesitates, but Richard’s still waiting, so he might as well come out with it. “T-they said—- that—- Queen Anne—“

“My cuz? What about her?”

“T-they said she’s….. fucking my mom.”

Richard freezes. Evan freezes. For a moment, both are completely still. Evan looks like he may just drop dead there, and Richard wonders if they should call a doctor, just in case—- but instead, he speaks after the silence stretches between them a while. “And that… bothers you?”

Evan tries to shrink in on himself, but he can’t. So he just kind of nods. “If—- it’s true, yeah, I mean—- it’s my mom—-“

Richard is quiet, and serious faced for a few moments, before nodding. Only one way to handle this, then. “We will put an end to this.” He says, with the decision of a King. He of course means an end to the confusion, the mystery— he knows his cousin fairly well, after all, and she has always been bizarrely vocal about her chastity, for a woman married and divorced. Before Evan can protest, he calls for a servant. “Have my cousin come see me— tell her to come alone.” Once that’s done, he looks at the ashen faced boy, and gestures to a screen off to the edge of the room. “Go— hide behind there. I’ll ask her about it, and we’ll both hear that Anna von Kleve is not fucking your mom!”

Evan doesn’t really have a choice. The servants already gone, and Anne’s loud, he can already hear her on her way from a few rooms over. He scrambles into his hiding spot, and the two wait in an awkward silence for only a few moments, before the room’s doors are swung open, and Anne makes her dramatic entrance.

Anne may enjoy medieval summer camp more than any of the young people around. She uses it as a chance to dress up in all the ways she can’t in New York City, and to wear jewels and a crown— and a chance to get all of the time with Richard’s family as she can. When she enters the room, she’s radiating joy, and she invites herself to perch on the side of Richard’s chair, leaning familiarly over the King. “He’s so. So. Soooooo wonderful, cuz.” She sings, and there’s little question who she’s speaking about. “Can you and Roberta please, please make one more, just one, and let your poor, childless cousin have it. Just one!”

Richard laughs, grinning at her. She’s said this kind of thing before. “Bobby said no!”

Anne huffs, getting off the side of his chair. “Fine. But you’re breaking my heart, dear cousin.” The disappointment in her voice is probably real, despite her sing songy tone. Richard can never quite tell with Anne of Cleves. Thankfully, she smiles at him again, and almost instantly, turns from a pouting child to a graceful Queen, with all of the poise, and only some of the manners. “You needed me for something?”

“I have a question for you.” He says, pausing to look more serious. After she nods, he continues. “Anne of Cleves. Are you…. fucking Evan Hansen’s mom!”

Anne’s face remains a graceful expression for one second. Then two seconds. Three seconds. And then she bursts out laughing, hysterically. “Oh em gee, I cannot believe you just asked me that!” She explodes with laughter further, wiping her eyes, and Richard finds himself laughing too.

“There’s a rumor going around—“ He starts to explain, and Anne keeps giggling.

“Ja, ja, I know— you know how religious I am, and they’re very specific about sex!” Anne explains, giggling and waving her hand. “Heidi and I aren’t fucking!”

Richard laughs too, relieved that he can put Evan at ease too, and maybe make those girls stop teasing him so much. He does catch the familiarity Anne says the name with though, and raises a brow, grinning at his cousin. “First name basis?”

“Oh, ja! Heidi and I aren’t having sex— but there’s—“ She raises her eyebrows at him. He has no idea what she’s doing, so he raises his eyebrows back at her. “There’s a lot of grinding and groping and heavy petting—-“

There’s a loud thump at that moment, like something heavy has fallen, and Richard and Anne both look over to where the sound came from.

Anne looks back at Richard, horror spreading across her face. “And I now have to tell her that my cousin murdered her kid?!?”

Richard looks at Evan Hansen’s figure on the ground- then gets up from his seat, sighing heavily. “His mother, Anna von Kleve!” He says sternly, and Anne can only smile and sheepishly shrug, before she moves to check on Evan and make sure he’s still breathing.

prompt: there is no golden end

disclaimer i wrote this in half an hr and did not edit it

New York City is cold.

They both hate it, and Anna won’t stop bitching about how it reminds her of England. Cold, with large piles of snow that stick around for weeks, dirtying from pollution, melting at last only to turn into a sticky, humid summer. Anna won’t stop bitching about that either, and by the time Christine and Santana are safely enrolled in college, they finally escape the city. Nana’s back in Tokyo anyway, trying desperately to fill the void Claudine left behind, and failing — it seems unfair for the other 4 to be in the same place, while Nana’s far away.

They do some of that traveling, seeing the world, like he’d wanted to— only instead of Stephen beside him, it’s Anna. She’s a bit more fun, now that she’s sworn off her Catholic ways, but he still feels a heavy guilt when he thinks of the damnation he’s brought to her. She insists she doesn’t care, kisses his brow and makes sure he’s eating and dressed properly for every occasion. She’s obnoxious, sometimes, causing scenes and always singing— but he knows they wouldn’t survive without each other, so he tolerates her.

She takes him to Germany, shows him the ruins of her old home— shows him the church where her siblings are buried, from a distance. At night, they go clubbing— her hometown is the birthplace of some strange kind of electric music, fittingly enough. In the dark, music pounding so loud they can’t hear each other, the neon lights blinding, he loses track of her. She’s slipped away with a tall woman who speaks her language, and he finds someone to waste a few hours with too. But in early hours of the morning, they always find their way back together, curled up together in bed, clinging to the only thing they have left.

When it gets cold again, they travel south, to an island resort somewhere, where he hopes he may hear an end to her incessant complaining about the temperature. Instead, even on the beach in paradise, she gripes about the heat, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“If you think it’s hot now, what do you expect hell will be?” He snaps once, having enough of her nonsense.

“I don’t know.” She responds, her tone somehow still musical. “Never been. You tell me.”

There’s a steely silence. But Anna’s hand creeps to his after a few minutes have passed. They watch the sun set together. They always do.

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R2 Castmate Swap

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