#history fan fiction

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

~ Rumors About Our Daughter ~ (fan fiction requested by @historical-epic)

Rumors questioning Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria’s legitimacy have been circulating within the Austrian Court. What do her parents think about this? What do they do?

Characters: Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria, Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria, Empress Elisabeth of Austria

Valerie heard her mother talking to a random maid servant in the drawing room of their summer home Kaiservilla in Bad Ischl. Thought it sounded more like arguing to her.

“Don’t you dare make such treasonous accusations!” Elisabeth shouted, loud enough for 8 year old Valerie to make out what she said. 

“Y-Y-Your Majesty….I didn’t mean to…I was just implying that”

“What, that my daughter is illegitimate? That her father is not The Emperor? How dare you!”

Valerie had never heard her mother this angry before. It was quite shocking, more shocking than the rumors of her own illegitimacy. 

These rumors were swirling in and out of Kaiservilla for months now, mostly the fancy talk of lower servants. When the imperial family arrived, the servants had to be more careful about their gossiping and shut out their willful thoughts as these thoughts could imprison them for life, or even worse, death.

Emperor Franz Joseph I was married to Duchess Elisabeth of Bavaria, who later became Empress Elisabeth of Austria by marriage. But everyone close to her called her either Mother or Sisi. 

Together they had four children. Archduchess Sophie, who died young, Gisela, Rudolf, and Marie-Valerie. They all lived somewhat happy lives although there were problems in all.

Franz and Sisi had to bear the burden of ruling an all powerful Austro-Hungarian empire, Rudolf had to bear the burden of being heir, Gisela had to bear the burden of being unloved by her parents (it was very complicated), and Valerie now had to bear the burden of various rumors spreading about who her real father was.

There are plenty of servants and nobles who live at Kaiservilla and that means that there are various mouths to blab whatever they want about whoever they want. 

A few months ago, the topic of Empress Sisi and her lover Count Andrássy was being spoken about and somebody must’ve put together that Valerie might not have been her father’s daughter.

These were obviously just nonsensical rumors because Valerie was Franz’s child. She was legitimate. 

But Valerie herself didn’t know that and neither did all of the servants who had been blabbing their mouths off for months. 

“Get out of my sight! Sisi practically screamed at the frightened chamber maid who unfortunately gossiped at the wrong time to a footman.

The maid scurried off and Sisi sat down on the nearest chair and was trying to hold in tears.

“Mama..” Valerie walked in from the other room. “Was that maid talking about me?” She asked.

“Oh darling” Sisi held out her hands to embrace the trembling young girl who started to cry.

“Don’t pay any mind to what that filthy servant said. It was all lies and it wasn’t true at all.”

Sisi stroked her daughter’s unruly dark brown hair and continued to do so until Valerie broke the embrace.

“But Mama…I heard it all…I don’t know what this all means.” Valerie was on the verge of hysterics. 

Seeing her mother so upset ignited something in her that is usually hidden away. It made her angry and confused and utterly upset.

“Valerie darling” Sisi soothed. “All you have to believe is that you are your father’s daughter, you are my daughter. If somebody said that you aren’t then shame on them!” 

Sisi gave her youngest daughter a little playful slap which turned the sad frown on Valerie’s face into the wide smile that would be seen playing outside with her dogs or drawing pictures with her mother.

“You are Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria, youngest daughter of Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria, King of Hungary. That is who you are and you can’t listen to anybody if they say otherwise, especially the nasty servants who gossip.” Sisi softly placed a hand on Valerie’s face.

“Okay Mama, I love you very much.” The two hugged firmly again.

“Next time Valerie, don’t eavesdrop okay?” Sisi said strictly, but with a laugh.”

“Okay Mama!” Sighed smart Valerie as she skipped out of the room.

~

Later that night, when Valerie was doing her nighttime prayers, Sisi was informing Franz about the events of the day.

“Franz, darling,” Sisi spoke to her husband who was sitting calmly on the bed taking his boots off.

“Many people are questioning Valerie’s legitimacy, today I caught a maid servant gossiping with a footman. I’m greatly concerned.” Sis went over to sit next to Franz who wrapped his arm around her.

“Darling, you know those rumors are false. I remember the night we conceived. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else. What makes you so worried?” Franz said

Sisi wanted to say that the rumors were specifically stating that Count Andrássy was the suspected father and that she never did anything with him except one small kiss, but she couldn’t say that to her husband. 

She loved Franz and Andrássy’s kiss brought her no affectionate feelings, minus disgust and anger, but this was just not the right time.

That was a story for another day.

Sisi decided to tell Franz the truth about half of the worries about this situation.

“I’m worried because Valerie was in the other room and she could hear me yelling at that maid.” Sisi was close to tears.

“She has never heard me that angry before and she came up to me afterword and was quite distressed...” Sisi wept into Franz’s arms while he gently stroked her back.

They might not have been passionate soulmates, but after all these years of marriage, Franz still loved Sisi, and the feeling was mutual.

“Sisi darling hush now, I will talk to her, I promise.” Franz stated his wife in the eye and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

He then exited the room and let Sisi undress peacefully.

As Franz was walking to Valerie’s rooms, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking more deeply about the rumors.

Why would anyone think that Valerie is not my daughter?

Valerie heard a sudden knock on her bedroom door.

“Valerie, darling, it’s Papa, can I come in?”

“Enter.” Valerie spoke softly as her nanny calmly put the book away and exited the room.

Franz came in and slowly sat down on Valerie’s bed.

“What’s wrong Papa?” Valerie noticed the solemn look on her father’s usually joyful face. At least he was joyful when she was around.

“Valerie…” Franz spoke in a nervous but fairly calm tone. “Mother told me about what happened today.”

Valerie’s face fell into a sad frown.

“Does everyone think like that maid thinks?” She said desperately. “Mama says that I shouldn’t listen to them…but I did.”

“Oh Valerie my dearest,” Franz wrapped his daughter in a tight embrace and rocked her around like he did when she was a baby. 

“Look in my eyes, Valerie, you are my daughter. Nothing can or will ever change that.” Franz was disgusted by these ugly rumors. His heart knew that Sisi could’ve and would’ve been unfaithful at times, and he could’ve been too. But he knew deep down in his heart that Valerie was his child, nothing could convince him otherwise.

“Papa is that really the truth?” Valerie asked longingly.

“Darling,” Franz cooed. “It will forever be the truth.”

“Oh Papa I love you so much!” Valerie gave her father a kiss on the cheek and a tight squeeze before hopping under her covers.

Franz kissed the little girl goodnight and exited calmly.

He knew that everything was going to be okay, and if not, he would take care of it.

~

#I hope you like this! #🤍 #rumors about our daughter #fan fiction #historical-epic #history fan fiction #My fics #archduchess marie valerie #archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria #Marie Valerie of Austria #emperor franz joseph #empress elisabeth of austria #franz joseph i #Elisabeth of Austria #Austrian royal family

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Poor Cousin Ella (CHAPTER 3)

Summary: Fan Fiction about the last weeks of Princess Elisabeth of Hesse.

Characters: Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, Grand duke Ernst Louis of Hesse, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia, Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, Lilian Wilson (Elisabeth’s nanny), Margaretta Eagar (OTMA’s nanny)

Ratings: everyone

The little girls ran through the doors and into the front hallway. Little Maria quickly stopped when the saw the big glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She was amazed at how shiny and big it was. 

As Maria was distracted, Ella, Olga, and Tatiana were already racing up the grand staircase, with Anastasia was struggling to keep up. 

“Marie baby, why don’t you go join your sisters” Miss Eagar gently whispered into her ear. She quickly snapped out of her hazy state and quickly caught up to the others.

“Olga, Tatya, Ewwa, wait fow me!” Maria said as she ran up the staircase.

The older girls were already at the top of the staircase and they were motioning for the little ones to hurry up.

Maria stopped where Anastasia was and gently took her hand and helped her to the top. “Baby darling, hold my hand.” She said.

The girls were about to head off when Miss Wilson stopped them. “Girls, don’t go too far ahead of us! We don’t want you getting lost.”

“Oh Miss W! If you think we are going too fast then you should just hurry up!” Ella said as Tatiana snickered at the funny comment.

“Ella, listen to Miss W.” Ernie said while holding in a laugh. He loved his daughter but sometimes she needed to be reprimanded. 

“Miss Eagar, Miss Wilson, why don’t you two get settled in your rooms, we can handle the children for a few hours.” Ernie affirmed to the two nannies. 

“Are you sure you can handle these five goofballs?” Miss Wilson whispered to the Grand Duke. Meanwhile, the girls found a mirror in the long upstairs hallway and were practicing their curtsies in it.

“Oh believe me, I might be a Grand Duke but I am also one of the biggest goofballs around here. I know all of their tricks.” Ernie smiled.

“Who wants a piggyback ride?” Ernie asked the little girls who started jumping for joy and shouting “ME!”

The girls were shrieking with delight as Ernie pretended to be a bird, balancing each one of them on his back as he whooshed down the hallway. Nicky and Alix were just coming up the stairs when they saw the joyful chaos unfolding.

“Ernie really is the best uncle to our girls.” Nicky said to Alix.

“What about Misha? The girls love him.” Alix responded. Misha was Nicky’s younger brother and the girls also loved him very much as Alix said. 

“But the bond is not the same with him as it is with Ernie.” Nicky said as he observed his girls with their uncle and cousin.

“It’s because of Ella” Nicky continued. “She is the glue that holds us all together. She is the sunshine that eliminates the gray clouds. I don’t know what life would be without her…”

You would know soon Nicky…

The two smiled at each other for a minute. They both knew this was true.

“Mama, Mama,” Tatiana called. “Where are our rooms?” 

The little girls were starting to get curious in their surroundings as  they were getting less and less interested in Ernie’s endless piggyback rides.

“Here darling,” Alix said while taking Tatiana’s hand. “I’ll show you.” 

                                                           ~

“I’m a fairy princess!” Olga sang as she ran around the room with a blanket acting as her “fairy gown”.

“Well if you’re a fairy princess then I am a fairy prince!” Ella shouted as she jumped on Olga’s bed.

The girls had two separate rooms that were a few doors down from each other in this particular suite. Olga and Tatiana shared a room that was right next to Maria and Anastasia’s room, which therefore was two doors down from Ella’s room.

The girls had begged repeatedly that they wanted to share a room with each other, but the adults could not be broken in their decision. After all, if the girls were together in one room, they would be keeping everyone awake at night with their endless playing and squeals of delight!

Ella was very disappointed at not sharing a room with her favorite cousins so as soon as she realized that the girls were two doors down, she raced to Olga and Tatiana’s room and started playing.

“But I don’t understand!” Ella complained to the girls. “I begged Papa to let us share a room and I thought that all of my begging worked but it didn’t!”

Ella slumped down on one of the beds and pouted. “Was I not cute enough?”

“Oh Ella,” Olga said as she sat next to Ella and put her arm around the little Princess. “Of course you are cute! I think that your Papa and my Mama just don’t understand what it’s like to be a kid anymore.” 

Olga brushed a tear from Ella’s soft cheek as Tatiana sat next to the two.

“But Ella, we can always have sleepovers!” Tatiana suggested which made the young one perk up a bit.

“Oh yes Tatiana! What a smart idea!” Ella squealed as she gave her cousin a fierce hug! “I guess I was too distracted at my Papa’s lack of childhood knowledge.”

The girls were interrupted by two little bursts of lightning coming in from the adjoining room.

“OLGA EWWA TATYA WET’S PWAY!” The two littlest Grand Duchesses said in unison as they jumped onto the bed!

“I dibs being the fairy princess!” Olga said as she jumped off of the bed and grabbed a blanket off of the second bed in the room. She very meticulously wrapped it around her hair and declared that it was her “fairy gown”.

“Well girls, don’t I look absolutely stunning?” Olga asked rhetorically to the smiling girls who were already starting to get on their own fairy costumes.

In the other adjoining rooms in the suite, the adults were starting to unpack their luggage, giving their faithful servants a break from their tireless efforts.

“I never thought that our girls would be this happy in a remote, dreary place in Poland.” Nicky stated to Alix who was folding various blankets. “It’s quite a wonder how little Ella can change their attitudes, I have barely heard any bickering this whole trip.”

“It really is a wonder, Nicky…” Alix said as Ernie entered the room.

“It’s almost dinner time, should I check in with the chefs to see if they can whip something up real quick?”

“Ah yes! Ernie that would be a blessing, thank you!” Alix went over to hug her brother at the edge of the door.”

Nicky smiled at the sweet moment from across the room. 

“I’M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A FROG YOU NASTY LITTLE HUMAN!!!” The adults heard from across the hall.

“Are conversations sound so boring compared to the little girlies’” Ernie stated happily. “If only they could hear out conversations when we were young.”

“Ah the good old days!” Alix hugged Ernie tight. Their childhood wasn’t exactly easy, but at least they had each other.

                                                      ~

“Maria eat slower darling.” Alix said to her third daughter as she was scarfing down her meager meal of chicken broth and bread.

“But Mama I’m hungwy!” Maria whined.” 

“Mashka, darling we have all the time in the world, honey!” Alix wiped Maria’s messy cheeks and slowly spooned the hot broth into her mouth.”

“Mama feed ME!” Anastasia said joyfully! She loved when her mama fed her like she was still a baby.

“Oh Nastya! I’m all the way across from you! Let Nana feed you darling.” The two littlest girlies sometimes called Miss Eagar Nana because she was their nanny of course! 

Alix was indeed all the way across the table. At the two head of the long rectangular table were Nicky and Ernie at each adjoining sides. Ella sat next to her father and Tatiana sat next to Ella which infuriated Olga A LOT. During the next couple of days Ella sat in the  middle of the two eldest Grand Duchesses which cooled the impending arguments each night.

Today however Olga sat next to her beloved Papa which left her distracted from her ongoing obsession with sitting next to her favorite cousin. Maria sat next to Olga and Alix sat next to Maria. 

Sitting on Nicky’s right were little Anastasia and Miss Eagar, and Miss Wilson sat on Ernie’s right, next to Alix.

The table was very lively with constant conversation and giggles from the little girlies. Sometimes you could hear the occasional whining or crying from an upset child, but that didn’t happen often because this whole family was just simply happy.

“Auntie Alix?” Ella asked her aunt, halfway through chewing the rest of her bread.

“Yes Ella?” 

“Are you absolutely sure that you need ALL of your daughters?” I would be more than happy to take one, or two…”

That comment gave the table a little laugh. Everybody knew that Ella yearned for a sibling, especially a sister. Many times before she offered to take her younger cousins Anastasia and Maria but her Auntie and Uncle firmly stood their ground. 

The rest of dinner was filled with joyful laughs and happy smiles, little did the family know, but this would be one of their last dinners with poor cousin Ella…

~~~~~~~~~~

Surprise release of chapter 3!!!! I told you all I would release it soon!! I hope you all love this chapter as it was my favorite to write, and I hope you have a fun time reading! 🤍 (new chapter also released on AO3)

#poor cousin ella #princess elisabeth of hesse #olga nikolaevna #tatiana nikolaevna #maria nikolaevna #anastasia nikolaevna #romanovs #otma #romanov #hessian royal family #tsar nicholas ii #alexandra feodorovna #grand duke ernst louis of hesse #history fan fiction #My fics #mine #made by me #poor cousin Ella chapter 3 #fan fiction #elisabeth of hesse

[clown-of-rivia]

Fun Fact and History Lesson!

The 'no beta we die like [character]' originated from this damn photo that went viral on Tumblr in 2016 and changed Ao3 tags and fanfic vernacular forever.

Meaning: it's a tag used on fics that were not beta read (the author didn't get someone to read it for them before posting). Betas read fics to check for spelling, grammar, consistently, etc and often edit it.

*

Similarly, 'Dead dove' or 'dead dove do not eat' is from this scene in Arrested Development.

Meaning: if there's a warning of something really dark/bad, don't open/read it and expect something different. Or: 'mind the tags this is dark, don't read if you don't like it'.

#fanfiction #fandom #fan fiction vernacular #internet history lesson if you will #dont know how to tag this #im so old because i was there #feel free to fact check on known your meme if you dont believe me

[spirk-trek]

Companion Fanzine | Pat Stall, 1978

#spirk #star trek #spock #fan art #star trek tos #star trek the original series #captain kirk #vintage #tos #portrait #leonard nimoy #william shatner #angst #fandom #fanzines #love #science fiction #lgbt #history #slash #drawing

[theshamblewithsybles]

Reading the oldest known spirk fanfiction and absolutely losing my mind like this thing is batshit crazy. There is stuff in this that is insane to my modern fanfic reading sensibilities. The things she chose to describe in such detail baffle me

Here’s the link to the zine it was published in btw

It’s called The Ring of Soshern and was actually put in this zine(alien brothers,1987) without her permission or knowledge

Is it ethical to read something the author never had any intention for the public to see? Who knows? Not me! That’s for sure

#tos spirk #k/s #fan fiction #spirk #the ring of soshern #fandom history #Spock #Kirk #sulu #fanzine

[archduchessofnowhere]

It's always so funny to me when directors/writers of poorly researched historical dramas get mad when people point out the poor research. "Oh no how dare the people who enjoy actual history to watch the history-based show!" Bestie who did you thought was going to be your audience???

#you made a movie that only napoleon die-hard fans will care about. don't get mad if napoleon die-hard fans don't like your fanfic lol #(yeah this is about ridley scott's napoleon movie) #i don't even care about napoleon but why can't scott just say his movie is fiction inspired in the real history and be done with it #in another interview he said historians can't know if something really happened because they weren't there??? abran las escuelas!!!

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

chinese guzhuang fashion

#young actress and actors are cornering the guzhuang market #that's why the industry is becoming more and more competitive #when it comes to guzhuang idol dramas/guouju古偶剧 with fantasy elements(like xianxia dramas) #cnetizens are bored with the same old faces #media has found that young actress and actors (20-27 years old) especially new pretty faces are more appealing to viewers #cnetizens can actually be mean to actress and actors (over 33 years old) cast as lead characters in guzhuang idol dramas #reasons is that lead characters are usually portrayed as teenagers or really young people #and the audience find it very weird to have middle-aged people cast such characters #especially scripts are usually adapted based on fictions #so fans of the novels would be furious about such casting #besides cnetizens want to see normal aging faces #but these shows always use excessive filters and PS #causing the midle-aged faces to be fake and weird #i once saw really mean comments on douyin for xianxia dramas casting middle-aged actress getting over one hundred thousand likes #actress and actors in zhengju正剧 guzhuang dramas or luodi落地 guzhuang dramas are not affected by this #like telling a realistic down-to-earth story or story inspired by real history or related to folks #and there is no fantasy or xianxia elements #china #fashion #chinese fashion #guzhuang #cdramas

[fishofthewoods]

Oh my god I woke up this morning and my Stardew Valley meta post had almost 150 notes????? Hello?????????? Anyways I started writing this last night because @moon-is-pretty-tonight left nice tags on the original so thank you so much!!

We know from the starting scenes of the game that the farmer's grandfather loved Stardew Valley. So why did he leave? Pelican Town is a good place to grow old; George and Evelyn are just fine. It's a fine place to raise a kid, but maybe he just wanted to raise his child closer to real schools and other children.

Or maybe, just maybe, he understood.

Was there a day when he was in his thirties where he looked at his friends and realized they weren't like him? That he could run faster than them, work longer, explore deeper into the hidden places of the valley?

Was there a day when he went to the wizard to ask him for help, for knowledge if nothing else? Did he learn then that his family was different? Special? Chosen? And how did he react? He couldn't possibly raise a child in the valley if they would be as strange and fey as him. He had to leave. There was no other way.

But years later, on his deathbed, did he regret that choice?

Is that why he gave the farmer the letter?

Is that why they went back home?

When the farmer steps off the bus that first day, the valley is still on the cusp of winter, just barely tipping over into spring. The flowers are starting to bloom, but a chill still hangs in the air. As soon as the farmer's boots touch the soil there's a change. The air gets warmer. The trees get greener. Not by too much, not all at once, but it changes.

The junimos watch the farmer as they do their work. They're new to farming, but take to it with frightening speed; their first batch of crops is perfect. None of the townsfolk tell them that parsnips don't normally grow in less than a week, that cauliflowers don't grow to be ten feet tall, that fairies don't visit when the sun goes down and grow potatoes and beans and tulips overnight. The junimos talk amongst themselves in their strange, wild language, and agree: this is the one. They're back. The valley recognizes its own, even when they've left for a generation. The farmers have come home.

Things change fast in the valley. The community center, empty and decrepit for so many years, is rejuvenated. (Lewis says it was abandoned only a few weeks after the farmer's grandfather left. Strange coincidence, he says, that it both came and went with the farmer's family.) The mines and the quarry, similarly abandoned, are explored for the first time in ages. The town becomes cleaner, brighter, more vibrant, happier.

And it is happier. Not just the environment, but the people. It's the talk of the town for weeks when Haley does her first closet purge. Leah's art show in the town square is a huge success. Shane's smiling for the first time since he moved to the valley. All of them, when asked, say it's all thanks to the farmer.

People love to ask why Lewis didn't fix the community center on his own. Why Willy never repaired the boat to ginger island. Why Abigail or Marlon never went down to fix the elevator in the mines, or why Clint didn't fix the minecarts.

But isn't it so much more interesting to ask how those things were there in the first place? How they got so broken down? If the stories the townspeople tell are true, the valley was once a beautiful place, flourishing and full of life; why did that change? When did it change?

Was it when the farmer's grandfather, the locus of the valley, its chosen representative, left town?

And if so, what happens when the farmer comes back?

#lich says shit #stardew valley #stardew farmer #sdv #my writing #Hope y'all enjoyed! #I'm thinking about developing this into. Like. An actual Fan Fiction. Still sort of short-form but like with more detail? #LMK if you'd be interested to see that! Also if you want to be tagged in future installations of this please just let me know :) #I'm super into this version of the farmer as like. Blessed and cryptic child of the valley with all the strange behavior that entails #If i DO write a more in-depth version of this it'll be from the perspective of someone in town #maybe Leah? She seems like she'd be the one to notice the farmer being Odd. Either that or I'll do it from the perspective of multiple-- #--different people to get their unique insights and stuff #I'd also want to dig into like #The family history of the farmer. And what that's like. #Because like why did grandpa leave? #He clearly loved the valley #So why didn't he stay? #Why did he give the deed to his grandchild and not his literal child? #And is it a coincidence that everything in the valley went downhill when he left? #I don't think so.

[pythiaswine]

perhaps worse than seeing them

#i see them vividly in my daydreams does that count #i literally write fan- i mean historical fiction #i'm respectable pls publish me #amrev #american revolution #american history #historical fiction #historical lams #alexander hamilton #john laurens #historical john laurens #historical alexander hamilton #historical hamilton

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Poor Cousin Ella (CHAPTER 1)

Summary: Fan Fiction about the last weeks of Princess Elisabeth of Hesse.

Characters: Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, Grand duke Ernst Louis of Hesse, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia, Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, Lilian Wilson (Elisabeth’s nanny), Margaretta Eagar (OTMA’s nanny)

Ratings: everyone

“Papa, Papa, are we there yet?” Ella asked excitedly.

“Not yet darling” Ernie said affectionately to his daughter. “We will be there in just under an hour.”

The two of them (plus the imperial staff of course) were on a train to Skierniewice Poland to finish off their autumn holiday with their Romanov cousins.

Before they left Wolfsgarten, little Elisabeth was begging her Uncle Nicky to let his daughters ride in her train, but Nicky held a firm no.

Not a second went by without Ella asking if they were there yet.

“Why didn’t Uncle Nicky and Aunt Alix let Olga and Tatiana ride with us?” Ella asked her father. 

“Because they didn’t want the staff’s ears to blow off hearing three little girlies talk talk talk away.” Ernie said sarcastically.

“But father, I’m sure we wouldn’t be that loud!” The little eight year old still didn’t understand her father’s silly jokes.

“Come here Ella.” The two embraced in a tight hug.

“I’m sure next time, when you’re a little bit older, your uncle will let you three ride together.” 

If there would even be a next time.

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“Look Papa I see Olga!” Ella screamed.

Their train was just coming to a halt at the train station. Nicky and Alix got there before Ella and Ernie so they were already on the platform.

Ella ran to the door from her spot at the window and was trying so hard to open the locked door. 

She was desperate to see her cousins.

“That door is locked Princess” one of the footman said to her.

“Why would they keep it locked if my cousins are out there and I am in here?” Ella asked.

The footman chuckled.

“Well we wouldn’t want you falling out would we.” He managed to get a little smile out of the Princess.

Ernie walked over to the two along with Ella’s nanny Miss Wilson.

“Ella I’m sure if you asked nicely then he would kindly open the door for you” Miss. W said with a smile.

Ella gave her nanny a funny look, and then gave the same look to her amused father.

“Mr. Footman would you please open the door for me so I could see my cousins?” Ella asked.

“Of course Princess.” The footman said with an smile.

He unlocked the door gently and let the little one through.

“OLGA TATIANA!” Ella yelled happily as she scampered off of the train.

“She really is what people call her, ‘Princess Sunshine.’ The footman said kindly to Ernie.

“Yes she really is.”

Ernie and Miss. W stepped off of the train to go reel in the little Princess who was already smothering her cousins with hugs

“ELLA!!” Olga and Tatiana yelled as they ran to see their cousin.

The three girls hugged each other like they never hugged before, even when just days ago they were playing in Ella’s playhouse together.

“Olya make woom fow me” little Maria said as she smushed into the hug.

“Ernie, our girls are practically like sisters!” Nicky exclaimed as he walked over to him. 

“Nicky don’t give them any ideas” Alix laughed. “Ernie, I hope your train was well.”

“Oh Alix it was splendid!” The two hugged.

When the little children stopped hugging, Ella asked “where is my Tiny Cousin?”

Ella noticed that her Auntie Alix wasn’t holding little Anastasia so she was worried. In Ella’s eyes, their little group wasn’t complete without little Anastasie. 

“Ella come, she is with Miss Eagar” Tatiana said as she led Ella to where they were sitting. 

“Tiny Cousin!” Ella exclaimed happily!

Miss Eagar let the little two year old run to her cousin.

“Ewwa!” Little Anastasia said as she ran to her cousin.

Tatiana motioned Olga and Maria to come over, and before anyone knew it, the girls were back to their usual talk about castles and fairies.

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The little girlies and their nannies rode in a carriage to Skierniewice while Ernie Nicky and Alix rode in a seperate one.

The girls couldn’t stop talking to each other, as always.

“Ella we prepared a nice little room for you next to ours” Olga stated. “We put nice little things in there for you”

“I put in a dolly!” Maria said proudly.

“Mama hung up some of the drawings we did in Wolfsgarten too!” Tatiana shouted.

“I brought some things for you guys too!” Ella said gleefully.

Ella was thinking about her little box full of treasures that she brought for Tatiana. They were going to have so much fun with it!

Little Anastasia was struggling to keep up with the other girls obsessive chatter.

“ELLA….” She yelled and everyone paused to hear her

“I….I..I love pwaying togever.” The little one said with a smirk.

“Oh Tiny Cousin” Ella got up from her seat with the older girls and joined Anastasia. “There will be plenty of time for us to play together.”

Ella hugged the little one.

“Maybe even at night time.” Ella whispered sneakily which made Anastasia laugh.

Miss. W managed to hear the little whisper and gave Ella one of those looks that immediately made her shut up.

“We aren’t going to do anything naughty Miss. W, right guys?”

Olga and Tatiana looked confused but nodded silently.

“But Ella, Papa said that it was okay to be naughty sometimes!” Maria shouted.

Olga elbowed her little sister in the ribs.

That was when Miss. Eagar intervened.

“Oh Maria don’t you worry, you can always be silly but not naughty. Bad things happen when we are naughty.”

“Okay” Maria said solemnly.

��But we are allowed to have fun right?” Tatiana asked?

“Of course my darling.” Miss Eagar said. “Have as much fun as you want.”

The girls all looked at each other and laughed hysterically for absolutely no reason at all, just to have fun.

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I hope you guys had fun reading this! Don’t expect me to publish chapter 2 for awhile because I’m not the quickest writer, but i promise i will make it good! Thank you!

#princess elisabeth of hesse #fan fiction #olga nikolaevna #tatiana nikolaevna #maria nikolaevna #anastasia nikolaevna #tsar nicholas ii #alexandra feodorovna #margaretta eagar #lillian Wilson #mine #made by me #poor cousin ella #history fan fiction

[hoesformatt]

SNAPS THAT BF!MATT POSTS OF BLK!GF ON HIS PRIVATE STORY

MY OFFICIAL POST FOR BHM LIKE WHAA

and if you mad… chew a brick idk what to tell yoou

(i be on my shit this month idk why)

warning: nothing rlly fr

#happy black history month #hoesformatt #hoesforriyah #riyahspeaks #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt snaps #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo #fan fiction #fan fic #matt sturniolo smut

[spirk-trek]

Consort Fanzine | Dorothy Laoang, 1986

#spirk #star trek #spock #fan art #star trek tos #star trek the original series #captain kirk #vintage #the kiss #edvard munch #hurt/comfort #the original series #fandom #fanzines #1980s #drawing #sketch #k/s #the premise #sci fi #science fiction #queer history #art

[sid-posts]

consider an rb for sample size?

#tumblr polls #poll #poll time #random polls #my polls #polls #fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #dante’s inferno #dante’s divine comedy #books #literature #literary history

[poly-space-nerds]

ok i’m feeling emo about spirk. like here’s the thing. in the 1960’s when women watched this space show, they saw these two men with a deep bond. and they were so interested and passionate about their relationship that they found ways the share their interest with others. making fictional stories and spreading it around in basically 60’s zines. This already is kind of incredible. it’s basically the birthplace of fandom.

but what really gets me is that more than 50 years later, people still see these funky lil space men and they create art from this bond they see. But now we get to share it on the internet for thousands to see. we get to tell stories, the same stories housewives in the 60’s did, in a second. Like people have been creating about Spock and Kirk for 50 years. similar art! similar stories! that’s just crazy to me. if i wrote a fic, how much would it have in common with a fic from 1968? It’s just cool right? to think of how many things have changed yet our passion to write about love between these characters stays.

#and yes before anyone says anything #i do understand that a lot of early gay fan fiction was over sexualized #but still it’s so neat right? #like spirk has lasted well over 50 years #the only other ship i think that can even last that long nowadays is destiel #but tbh i think that’s more about the memes at this point #i don’t know maybe i’m wrong #anyway i’m fascinated by fandom history #and it’s crazy to me how i’ve written fanfic about two men that women did 50 years ago #spirk #star trek #spock #james t kirk #jim kirk

[wiiildflowerrr]

niallhoran: an Irishman walked into a dressing room

23 November 2014

#niall is the 5th second of summer #5sos #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #niall horan fan fiction #niall horan #5 seconds of summer #video #backstage #2014 #23 november #this day in 5sos history

[triscribe]

History Reversed with sequel trilogy Ahsoka, Luke, Ezra and students dropped back in the Clone Wars 👀

Can’t hide being excited about this!

/slaps a snippet down on the table

They matched their breathing, slow and steady, shields unfurling one by one. When each cautious pause failed to reveal Dark Siders noticing them, the two Jedi reached a little further, a little wider, looking for the one light that could potentially save them faster than any other in the galaxy.

They found someone else first.

A mind, a familiar one, caught hold of Ahsoka’s questing reach. Warmth bloomed down a long disused thread, and her next breath caught in her throat. Ezra’s presence pulled back, startled, but Ahsoka couldn’t bear to retreat. Not from him.

The not-so-distant Jedi quickly sensed something wrong; she could practically hear him handing out new orders, altering the actions of those around him. An entire collection of lights in the Force changed direction, surprise sweeping through several of them, but matched by an easy willingness to adjust course and come investigate.

Not a minute later, a Star Destroyer dropped out of hyperspace.

Ezra yelped, jerking forward to try and grab their ship’s steering yoke, for all the good it would do. But Ahsoka stopped him, one calm hand on the man’s shoulder, as she stared through the viewscreen- 

-at a Republic vessel.

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“We’ve got them in the tractor beam, sir!”

“Good. Please inform the commander I will meet him in our starboard hangar bay.” Without a moment to lose, he spun on his heel and left the bridge, headed straight for the nearest lift. Perhaps the speed was a touch undignified for a Jedi, but he could feel something wrong with the one who’d reached out. With her, and the half dozen further minds tucked into that small ship, all of them scared and hurting, wary at his presence rather than relieved.

Something terrible had happened, and Plo Koon needed to know what.

Wolffe fell into step with him as the Jedi exited his lift, both of them moving swiftly through three different corridors before emerging into the designated bay. “We have any idea what happened, sir? Last I heard, the five oh first were headed to Ryloth to help break the blockade.”

“So I thought as well, Wolffe,” Plo murmured, coming to a halt. “So I thought as well.” The deep hum of the tractor beam died off, and the small spacecraft they’d pulled aboard settled to the floor with a heavy thump. Thanks to a rather large amount of damage along the hull, one of its landing gears refused to deploy, so the poor ship tipped at an odd angle that barely allowed the ramp to drop open.

But open it did, and a moment later, bare feet descended.

Plo felt his heart stutter.

Too tall. Too old, a fully grown togruta, compared to the energetic youngling he so adored. Too worn around the edges, in a scorched undertunic and mud-spattered sleep pants, unfamiliar kyber crystals singing from the lightsabers tucked into her waistband. But it was, undeniably, Ahsoka.

#star wars the clone wars #star wars sequels #time travel au #fan fiction #wip game #history reversed fic #started work on this well before the ahsoka series came out #don't really feel like changing the premise at this point