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

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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.

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

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cw: mention of sexual activity, evan hansen (evans not having the activity but he's here so cw)