Sneak Peek: King Henry's Court (crack crossover)

Someone asked me for a Bellamort/Tudors crossover. It started out as just art, but now there's a piece of total crackfic in the works. Tom and Bella wind up in the court of King Henry VIII - and get entangled in his highly-charged love affair with Anne Boleyn, as well.

Specs and credits: Hexagon 2.5, Daz Studio 4.6 Pro, 3Delight, Renaissance Caps for V4 by Rosemaryr.

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Excerpt: (Draft, subject to change)

"I wondered where you'd gotten to."

Bella said this in Lucius Malfoy's study. In the ballroom, the party was in full swing.

Tom paid her no heed. He was wearing a gold necklace, inspecting it intently.

"If that belongs to Lucius, I'd put it down. He's got all sorts of dark stuff here. His family has been here since 1540, and every last one of them have been hoarders of the highest order."

Tom said absently, "I was rather counting on that."

His distraction annoyed Bella. They had been flirting very pleasantly until her mother had come along and ruined everything. Rodolphus had recently, finally given her permission to play the field (it had taken manoeuvring him into the Parkinson woman's arms and then threatening divorce) and she fully intended for Tom to be her first conquest.

If he was of a mind to make it a permanent arrangement, he might also be her last.

She ducked her head under the necklace and sidled up close to him. "My Lord, as your trusted adviser, I really must inform you that I'm much more interesting than this silly-" she glanced at the pendant in his hand.

A long, pregnant pause followed. Tom raised an eyebrow. His lip curled in aggravation, and his fingers tightened around the Time Turner in his hand.

Bella paled. "Oh."

The room was spinning around them. People were coming in and out backwards, doing various tasks in reverse. (With great amusement, she noted her mother stealing a shag with Lucius' father. Several shags).

"Bella?" Tom said in a chilly voice. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Bella looked once more at the Time Turner in his hand. Had the good grace to look sheepish. She said softly: 

"Oops?"

Tom swore, and he didn't speak to her again until the sixteenth century.