The Tale Of Travellia - Tumblr Posts
Hey, if you remember me ranting about a genderfluid character in one of real Margaret’s books in the 1600s, and how I was going to write a whole fic explaining what happened in the original story and my take on how it should have ended, that fic is here. For @pulpmusicalsfortnight2024 day 3 (Myth), I present to you: The Tale of Travellia. Essentially it's set in the future and Margaret is telling this story to Samuel, like the grandpa in Princess Bride. Be sure to heed the content warnings in the tags, and I hope you will enjoy. Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Great Moon Hoax - Dahan, Pulp Musicals - Dahan, Assaulted and Pursued Chastity by Margaret Cavendish Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Margaret Cavendish/Samuel Stratford, Radiant Words Characters: Margaret Cavendish, Samuel Stratford, Travellia, The Captain, awful prince, his cool aunt, queen of amity, king of amour Additional Tags: A Story Within a Story, Princess Bride Style, genderfluid protagonist, in a story written in the 1600s, I rewrote the ending though, myth, Post-Canon, Margaret is space royalty, Pulp Musicals Fortnight 2024, this one IS beta read, thank you sparrow, non-graphic mentions of attempted sexual assault and attempted suicide Summary:
Samuel Stratford lays in bed, a wet washcloth over his eyes. His glasses lay on the bedside table.
His wife Margaret sits in a chair beside him, holding his left hand in both of hers. She gazes at him with all the adoration she once held for the moon and absentmindedly runs her fingers over the smooth patches of skin between his fingers
“Tell me the story, Margaret,” he asks, “the one you’re working on.”
“Samuel,” she sighs. “It’s not-”
“Please,” he implores, and in his voice, she can feel those big dark eyes staring up at her, squeezing her heart. “Won’t you take pity on a sick man?”
“It’s not a very happy story,” she admits. “It won’t make you feel better.”
“I still want to hear it.”
And because it’s Samuel, because she would tear apart the world if it meant making him smile, because she’s already born her soul to him a thousand times over, she opens her notebook and starts to tell him the story she‘s writing, her notebook in one hand, his in the other.