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Theloise Crack Fic Idea

Tempted to write a season 2 fic that throws both historical accuracy and show consistency out the window and has Theo say "fuck it" and leave work to visit Eloise at her house. He shows up in his work attire and Anthony is all "what the fuck who are you and what are you doing at my house" and Theo’s like "I’ve come to call on Eloise" and Anthony, who’s already on the verge of a mental breakdown because of Kate and Edwina, just goes "fuck it, it’s your funeral" because surely his sister will eat this man alive, right?

But then, they actually seem to like each other. And not only that, they seem to know each other...and that’s when Anthony officially loses it.

Edit: Link.

Here is a Prelude To Ecstasy snippet, because I'm bored lol:

"Rest assured, I shall endeavour to match your level of propriety—nothing more, nothing less," interrupted Eloise, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Benedict did not appear at all reassured by this.

uni work is getting too hectic so I am reading the manuscript by @pendale for the sixth time because I need some theloise sweetness (ft. taylor swift references) to get me through this

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56583706/chapters/143815720

You're telling me that they're filming at Theo's print shop location????

In case anyone cares, I recently (minorly) rewrote The Manuscript! No drastic changes were made (the changes are mostly related to dialogue), and most people probably won't even notice a difference lol. I thought I would still list the most changed scenes, in case anyone is curious.

Chapter 1: Library (second vignette).

Chapter 2: Drunk call (first vignette).

Chapter 3: Morning after (seventh vignette).

As I’m trying to come to terms with whatever the fuck that was, I’ve decided that:

Seasons 1 and 2 are peak. Absolute masterpieces. Canon.

Season 3 can be taken or left. Has its moments, but overall not as good as the first two. Canon, but only if you want it to be.

Season 4 is a fucking crack fic written at 2am that the author rereads at a later date and decides to delete. Absolutely not canon.

Some fans: Eloise is such a fake feminist, doesn't she see how some girls and women enjoy marriage? Doesn't she see how her privileges give her luxuries others don't? She's so selfish. She doesn't even use her words to support other women!

Also same fans: I wish Eloise would stop talking, like her speaking about feminism at every turn is getting old. Can't she just be quiet and let everyone enjoy the fun? Like yeah talking about women's lack of personhood without a male figure in society, or how they can't go to university, or how sometimes they marry men who will only hurt them but need to for their status is sad to see, but THE ROMANCE-

I dont know what to say other than I read @pendale 's titanic au drabble like an hour ago (go read that if you havent) and then furiously wrote this.

"James Cameron is full of shit," Eloise says as the screen fades to black and the credits begin to roll. "I still say they both could have fit."

"Not this again," Theo laughs, half out of desperation, and half actual humor. He pinches the bridge of nose. "For the last time, El, it's about the bouyancy, not how much space they had to occupy."

Eloise smirks, popping a piece of popcorn in her month. To the victor goes the spoils, she thinks. It's become much, much too easy, lulling Theo into an argument like this. Most of their movie nights end up following a similar route.

"All they had to do was tie Rose's lifejacket-"

"I swear to God, if you bring up the Mythbusters thing again-"

She throws an M&M at her boyfriend's face, aiming for his forehead. He catches it in his mouth instead. She would be more annoyed about it, but it was an pretty impressive catch, so she gets her revenge by throwing herself at him and toppling them both down onto the couch cushions.

She settles on top of him, and Theo's arms wrap snugly around her waist as he peers up at her with a gaze so open that even after years of receiving it, it still sparks crackling electricity to erupt throughout her body.

(The same sensation she had had the first year of university watching him arrive in the middle of a lecture with the most endearing blush on his face before taking a seat next to her.)

"I don't think Jack and Rose were in the right frame of mind to have come up with such an elaborate plan," Theo tells her, "you know, with all the freezing to death and what not."

"Sucks to be them," Eloise says plainly. "I  would have thought of it."

"Of course you would have."

She sinks more fully onto him, pressing them further into the cushions. She'd called it payback for his teasing, but it's hardly a punishment. "I'm just saying, if I had a gorgeous peasant in front of me I wouldn't simply sit back and do nothing while they turn into a corpse."

"I don't know if I should be flattered you called me gorgeous, or offended you called me a peasant."

"Who said I was talking about you?" She raises a challenging eyebrow.

Theo laughs. "Well, you're too old for Leo Dicaprio, so I know you're not talking about him."

Eloise smooths her hands down his solid chest, appreciating the way his features get caught in the glow of the television. Something anchors itself in her ribcage, heart tied to this spot, this moment, this man. She holds no desire untether it. "I would have gotten us out alive," she says softly-- not a boast, but a declaration. "I would have saved you."

"I know you would have," Theo pulls her closer. "There's not a bone in my body that would ever cast doubt on you."

She shows her gratitude for such unwavering confidence by capturing his lips in a kiss-- slow and sweet, and without any emerging danger or impending doom to hurry them along. Theo’s fingers tease the hem of shirt, and her own take to their favored position of curling in his hair, and her opinion is only cemented further.

James Cameron and the freezing waters of the Atlantic Ocean be dammed. There's nothing in the world that could keep her from having this.