✨Kitty✨

I’m not entirely sure how often I’ll remember to update this because i suck at remembering stuff but I’ll try!

Incorrect quotes

Feral (Anne and Catie)

A fucking shrub (Bessie Blount and Catie which is messy af)

Play date (all queens)

I’m okay (Jane and Kitty)

Prompts

“How about a kiss?” (Jane and Cathy)

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair” (Catie and Cathy)

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you” (Catie and Anne)

“I was there for you when no one else was” (platonic/romantic Katanna)

“I love her, and I know that I shouldn’t” (Kitty and Anne with mentions of Parrlyn)

“You made this for me?” (platonic Kitty and Cathy)

“Can we please pretend I never said that?” (Katanna)

“I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?” (Aramour)

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn” (Catie and Cathy)

“I remember practising how to ask you out in the mirror” (Jane and Kitty)

“I know you lied to me” (Kitty and Anne)

“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap” (Jane and Kitty)

“Your bedhead is really cute” (Anne and Catie)

“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for” (Anne and Jane)

Queens: Catherine Parr and Anna of Cleves

Cathy looks up as she senses someone in the doorway. Having the room at the end of the hall, she wasn’t in the habit of closing her door like the other queens were. She smiles at the queen in her doorway. “What’s up, Anna?” she inquires, giving Anna her full attention. “Are you alright?” She continues, sensing something is off. Anna nods, and the second she opens her mouth to speak, Cathy gets an answer as the smell of alcohol permeates the room. “Care to give me a back scratch?” Anna slurs. Cathy sighs. “Anna, how much have you drank?” Anna shrugs. “Too much? Not enough? I don’t know” Anna informs Cathy. 

Queens: Jane Seymour and Anne Boleyn 

Anne curled up in the corner. 2am had been and gone, and she was reasonably sure no one would be awake anymore. “Stupid, stupid, stupid” she mutters under her breath. Tears stream down her face as she finally releases all the pent up emotions from the day. She’s so upset she doesn’t even hear the door open. “Anne?” a voice whispers from the doorway. Anne jumps, not realising anyone was awake. “Yeah,” she replies, wiping away her tears in an attempt to pretend she’s okay. “Annie, are you okay?” the voice questions. Anne nods and whispers “yeah- no I’m fine- I’m fine”. Jane reveals herself to be the voice. “Annie, what’s the matter?” Jane whispers, spotting the tear tracks running down Anne’s face. Anne shrugs and whispers “It doesn’t matter Jane. Go back to bed. Wait- why are you even awake?” She quickly adds, desperately trying to distract Jane. Jane shakes her head and sits down opposite Anne. “Anne, I can tell something is up. You’ve been crying, and it’s obvious so don’t try to deny it,” Jane says, observing Anne. Of all the queens, Anne is the most likely to run from her emotions, sometimes literally. But Anne does not attempt to run this time; in fact, she barely moves at all. “I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for” she whispers, tears streaming down her face again. “Annie, what do you mean?” Jane queries, making her way over to hug Anne. Anne immediately accepts the hug, sobbing into Jane’s chest while Jane strokes Anne’s hair and lets her cry. Something about having someone to hold is strangely comforting to Jane. 

Queens: Anne Boleyn and Catherine of Aragon 

Anne looked up as Catie entered and mumbled a quick hello. It was too early for her to be planning something like a prank and she didn’t want to cause an argument right now. Catie looked a little surprised at Anne’s words but politely responded with “good morning”. 

They quickly lapsed back into silence as the minutes passed and it wasn’t until Catie sat down at the table to eat that either queen spoke again. Anne dared to look up as she asked Catie who was in charge of the shopping this week. It was usually Jane, but sometimes someone else took control, and Anne would readily admit to not paying attention when they decided this. Catie puts down her drink and subtly rolls her eyes. She responds politely but bluntly, telling Anne she is in charge of shopping this week. Anne bites her lip, contemplating her next move. Deciding it was necessary, she quickly asks if Catie could pick up some more orange juice, quickly adding that it’s for Kitty and not her. Catie looks slightly confused but nods and adds this to the list. 

“Why didn’t Kitty just ask me herself?” She wonders out loud. Anne sits quietly, eating her toast and ponders whether it’s worth answering that. Eventually, she decides it shouldn’t cause an argument and calmly informs Catie that Kitty is a little scared of her; in fact, all the queens are. Catie looks surprised at this new information. She sits and contemplates it for a few minutes while Anne keeps eating, taking way too long to eat a few pieces of toast. Both the queens are lost for what to say, and the tension between them is obvious. Catie looks up and hesitantly makes an offhand comment in an attempt to break the tension. “Your bedhead is really cute” she announces casually. Anne perks up in a way vaguely resembling a meerkat and smiles faintly. “... thanks?” She whispers hesitantly. “Just an observation you know” Catie responds. Anne looks a little confused but accepts it. “Wish it was as easy to untangle as it is cute” she whispers staring into the space behind Catie. A brief silence takes over before movement catches Anne’s attention. Catie moves over to the sink and stares out the window. “Do you want me to help you untangle your hair?” Catie whispers, almost too quietly for Anne to hear. Anne looks over and responds, loud enough to break the tension up completely. “I- yeah that’d be great Catie. I really should tie it up like Kitty does I just forget”. Catie nods although her shorter hair rarely tangled the way Anne’s was right now. 

Queens: Jane Seymour and Katherine Howard 

Queens: Katherine Howard and Anne Boleyn

Kitty tip-toed past Anne’s door. Her cousin seemed to be asleep, and Kitty intended to keep it that way. But her luck ran out, and as she made it past the door, a creaking noise alerted her to its opening. She froze. ”I know you lied to me”. The dark tone makes Kitty shiver. “What do you mean?” Kitty asks, feigning innocence. “Don’t try and pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about Katherine. The evidence is right in front of me” Anne responds, looking Kitty up and down. “Anne, I don’t know what you mean. And you’re kinda scaring me” Kitty whispers trying to back away. “You’re wearing my jumper. You told me you didn’t have it and yet you seem to be wearing it” Anne responds. “Oh,” Kitty whispers. “Did you want it then?” She continues, going to take it off. “No Katherine I just thought I’d ask about it and do this now for fun. Of course, I want it! You have your clothes so stop stealing mine” Anne responds, her voice getting louder till she’s almost yelling. 

Kitty pulls the jumper off and throws it at Anne, backing away as she does. She squeals as she comes to an abrupt stop and then relaxes when she realises it’s Cathy behind her. “Grow up Anne,” Cathy says, wrapping the pink queen in a hoodie. “Cathy I’m 519 years old, and I will act however I please. Especially when she steals my clothes” the latter part of this is aimed at Kitty who is now cowering in Cathy’s arms. “Kitty go and get the cookies from the kitchen. They’re in the cupboard above the sink” Cathy instructs. Kitty scampers away, avoiding Anne as much as she can.