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[llassah]

Title: Unclasp a secret book
Author: llassah 
Recipient: lucifuge_5 
Fandom: Slings and Arrows
Characters/Pairing: Anna Conroy, Ellen Fanshawe, Geoffrey Tennant, Nahum
Prompt request: Anna-centric fic
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Thank you so so much to catwalksalone for a sterling beta and handling my erratic grasp of tenses.
Summary: A morning in the life of Anna after the

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[catwalksalone]

That would be AWESOME. I would read the hell out of that fic.

[llassah]

Why doesn't it exist? I want ALL THE FIC, cat! (ps have written a little snippet up above now \o/)

[catwalksalone]

OMFG I LOOOOOOOOOVE IIIIIIIIIIIT. Adhemar is so GRUMPY. And Will's reaction is PERFECT. (I can't wait to see what the others make of it.)

'Please, call me Jack,' the prince said, with a wink. There were rumours of a strain of insanity running down his mother's line. Adhemar had never believed them more than at this moment.

I LOLed SO hard. <3

*clappy hands of delight*

[llassah]

:D :D he is a GRUMPY MAN, cat. Life has been cruel to him. I admit, Wat's going to be so fun to write at the finding-out point, so so fun. Heaping horrors upon adhemar's head is the most fun type of writing :D

[catwalksalone]

You are TOTALLY making my day with this fic. Oh, Wat and your proposal of marriage. And the prince of 1000 disguises. And 'I suppose that's allegorical too, then'. *giggles and giggles* And singing the real story! So much fun!

[llassah]

:D yaaay! This is possibly enough fun to write to be illegal in some states. I love prince edward's disguises- he's the stealthiest man in the WHOLE WORLD :D

[catwalksalone]

'Yes, I know about knightly duties- Prince Edward instructed me for a week last September, wearing a monk's robes for some reason,

*dies, dies, dies and is ded*

'The bread is to be eaten, not strangled,' Roland commented. Damn. Adhemar loosened his grip and smiled benevolently. They all shuddered a little, so he settled for a neutral expression, and started delicately nibbling the bread.

*giggles*

The men were poorly disciplined, and he told them so once they were incapacitated sufficiently. He had reached the part of his lecture when he dealt with their hygeine when he heard a groan behind him.

Oh, Adhemar. I think I love you.

'I did it. I bloody did it. I mean, my god, my teeth rattled, but do you have any idea how long I've been trying to get the prince to completely lose his temper?' As he laughed, he held his forehead to keep his brains in his skull, but the pain didn't dim his triumph at all. 'I am champion. The champion of everything. Has Thatcher been punched by the heir to the throne? No! No, he hasn't! I have

[llassah]

Oooh, thank's for the canon headsup- I need to look over this for mistakes once it's finished (haha it'll never be finished. It's around 8000 words now, the monster) and ready to post properly, but that's very useful. And I envy you the script.

I think adhemar/the black prince is my new crakc otp for life (well, after buck frobisher/turnbull [oh god I only just thought of it and I wish I hadn't])

the black prince! the prince of a thousand faces, master of disguise, international prince of mystery (I've decided he doesn't die before inheriting, and is somehow bff with hotspur and makes him king and then rides into the sunset with adhemar when they're old men.)