Six the Musical Oneshots (Not Given Up On, Just On Hold)

Parrlyn

enjoyeth this st'ry 

I hath found an english to shakespearean 'translat'r' 
And a few others, it's just chaos tbh
But hey another chapter to make up for the break

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Cathy was just talking with Jane downstairs in the kitchen when Anne stumbled into the room. The first thing Cathy noticed was the clothes Anne happened to be wearing. Last time Cathy saw anything like Anne was wearing was quite literally over 400 years ago.

"Anne, what on earth are you doing?" Cathy sighed after placing down her coffee.

"I've did miss thee, Cathy," Anne said airily, placing her backhand over her forehead, "thee've been ign'ring me f'r liketh two hours anon!"

(I'll roughly translate it all because it gets worse later on and if you don't want to do the mental gymnastics, it's easier: I missed you, Cathy. You've been ignoring m for like two hours now.)

Jane stifled her laughter and hid behind her hand, while Cathy stared at Anne with a comically puzzled expression, "what? You kicked me out of your room and told me to wait-"

Anne fell to her knees in front of Cathy, "and thee bid me I did spread untruth! What cometh next? Thee breaketh up with me?!" 

(And now you're accusing me of lying! What comes next? You're breaking up with me?)

"What? No of course no-" Cathy was cut short by Anne's eyes looking up at her, almost a shimmer of tears showing. "I'm s'rry f'r whatev'r I didst. I can maketh t up to thee, I gage," the seeming tears swirled into something more.. teasing. 

(I'm sorry for whatever I did. I can make it up to you, I swear.)

What the hell was Anne up to?

Jane eyed it all go on until she decided to share the joy, sneakily she sent Catherine a quick message.

"I loveth thee, loveth thee so much!" Anne grinned at Cathy's startled reaction, "kisseth me, shall thee?"

(I love you, I love you so much! Kiss me, would you?)

Cathy giggled, not understanding how Anne could stay this calm, "I can doth yond."

(I can do that.)

She helped Anne stand up and embraced her into a hug, "why are even doing this Anne?"

Anne let a first laugh slip, pecked Cathy on the lips, "gage not to chuckle?"

(Promise not to laugh?)

"Yeah sure, whatever," Cathy muttered in her ear.

Anne took a deep breath and started singing in a whisper, "Henry hath sent me a poem all about mine own green sleeves I hath changed a couple w'rds putteth t on a sick did beat. The song did blow their minds next minute I wast sign'd and anon I'm writing lyrics f'r Shakesy P."

(Okay yeah, this is Anne's part from Six, which is pretty damn obvious)

Cathy had to bite her lip to not break her promise. "Oh my god, you didn't- How long did you plan this?"

"T hast only been four months," Anne waved her hand around after pulling away, "consid'ring the outfit and learning how to speaketh this tush tush."

(It has only been four months. Considering the outfit and learning how to speak this nonsense.)

"You're an idiot, you know that?" 

Anne clamped a hand to her heart, "Oh nay! Mine own belov'd hath called me an clotpole! Holp me out h're, anyone!"

(Oh no! My beloved has called me an idiot! Help me out here, anyone!)

Catherine, who had since joined the show, decided to stop Anne right there, "Ma'be, that be me goddaughter, would ye kindly fuck off?" she said in the best voice she could manage.

(Ma'am, that's my goddaughter, would you kindly fuck off?)

"Fie! What art thee doing?! We has't not the timeth to wasteth on foolish pirates!"

(Ugh! What are you doing?! We don#t have the time to waste on foolish pirates!)

Catherine pulled out an imaginary sabre, "Avast, dumbass! Shiver me timbers! I dern't follow yer rules!"

(Stop it, dumbass! I don't follow your rules!)

Anne shrieked and threw herself into Cathy's arms, "ah! Holp me! Anna! Kat! Prithee!" She hid her face in Cathy's shoulder, "Cathy doth something! Hideth me f'r I am too well did dress f'r this!"

(Help me! Anna! Kat! Please! Cathy do something! Hide me for I am too well dressed for this!)

Catherine skipped a step forward, "I dern't care! I'll safe me sprog from yer slimy grasp!"

(I don't care! I'll safe my child from your slimy grasp!)

Kat was about to jump in, but Anna pulled her back in a hug, while filming the scene. Jane was biting down on her hand to not burst out laughing, but didn't move, she wanted to see everything go on.

Cathy sighed with a smile, she as well drew an imaginary sword, "It's an honour serving you," she whispered to Anne while starting the childish fight with her godmother.

Let's just say, the author should never be allowed to find translators ever again because this i the shit that happens.