Author: Monty Python Imagines

I have just found your blog and I love it alre…

I have just found your blog and I love it already! ✌🏼💖

Thank you so much, I really appreciate your presence here! I hope you like what you see 😊

Omg I’ve only just found your blog and I’m in love 😍😍 please please could you write me an imagine involving Michael and Eric? Thank you so much! Xx

Oh my, thank you so much! I love you, too; you just made my day a lot better ♥

I’m terribly sorry I’m late with your imagine. Well, if I understood perfectly, the imagine should be just about Eric and Michael. So, there you are; I hope you’ll enjoy!
Just as Eric was about to say his lines, Graham laughed behind him, letting everyone around corpse, too. They all agreed they needed to pause the filming and so Ian MacNaughton announced a half an hour long break.

First thing on Eric’s mind was to wash his face from sweat, but he stopped when he heard someone calling his name. “Hey, Eric! Do you want to get something to drink?”

The blonde turned to see a rather happy-looking Michael and returned the smile. “Why are you even asking? I hope we’re talking about ‘coffee and smoke’.”

“I wouldn’t even call you otherwise. Let’s go, there’s a jolly good pub just around a corner.” Michael took Eric by his cutaway and Eric had to hold his top hat, so it won’t fall down.

Michael was right; the pub was nice, quiet and the waitress was like a walking sun – smiling from ear to ear. When they got their drinks, they still had fifteen minutes left from their break.

“Well, how’s it going with that new bird of yours?” asked Michael suddenly.

Eric almost choked on the ciggy smoke. “I think… I think it was just a one night stand.”

“She didn’t call you afterwards?”

“Yes.” He took a long drag, then tossed the cigarette to the ashtray. “I think I’m done with girls. One minute they fancy you and in the other, they’re leaving in a hurry.”

“And you expecting chaps to be different?” laughed the slightly younger man.

“Who said I would have ever wanted to go out with chaps?”

“Well, you indicated it. You can always ask Gray out, but I wouldn’t recommend it. You know how he always talks a tad too much about his catches.”

“Right, like I’d want to have sowt with Chapman. Not in his dreams!” Eric looked through the window and saw the clouds getting darker. “We should probably get going. Maybe we won’t get caught by the rain.”

Michael paid for their drinks and caught up with Eric on the road.

“You’re too slow; we’re late already. And I’m not getting back to the subject, so move or move along,” chuckled Eric, his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

Michael, almost running by now, punched him in the shoulder. “Oh, come off it; just one question. Would you date Graham?”

“Not Graham, I’d have to think about a lad,” he responded and took even quicker pace.

Eric wasn’t exactly right; it was already raining heavily, when they came inside the studio, water dripping from both of them. John reminded them that they’re ten minutes late and that if they don’t get going, they’ll have their noses broken.

Eric followed Michael to the changing room, throwing the wet clothes away almost immediately. “And would you even go out with someone whom you know?” asked Michael again.

“I would, because that’s the easiest way to get laid. What else do you want to know? My preferred blood type?”

Michael’s mouth formed into a grin. “Well, I’d love to, but I already know you love only me and only my body fluids.”

“I could make a tons of jokes about this one but I’ll save it for our sketches,” the blonde said, grabbing another top hat and a cane, and walked from the room, only to be stopped by Michael halfway to the screening place. “Okay now, but just one, alright?” Eric sighed.

Michael smiled victoriously and leaned in for a soft kiss.

Imagine young Eric giving you a ride in his new car.

Imagine young Eric giving you a ride in his new car.

Imagine being rescued from a castle by Sir Michael Palin.

Imagine being rescued from a castle by Sir Michael Palin.

Hiii ? I really enjoy going through your blog! I wanted to ask, if you could write me a longer imagine – something like a one-shot – with John Cleese in his Cambridge days?

Hello, thank you for your kind message! Of course I can; that’s what I enjoy and fancy doing. I hope you’ll like it!

That’s it; one of my last days at Cambridge, you thought as you stepped on the green grass of the university. You carried your books in your arms and grew happier with each step towards your classroom. You quite liked this place, but you never had the chance of getting to know many people.

At your last lecture of the day, you sat next to one lad, who got your attention thanks to his beard and green eyes. You didn’t remember him at any of your previous lectures, but you were certain that he majored in law and that was it. Doctors and lawyers were the most boring people you could ever get on with, but this one seemed like a “normal” one (that much of a normal, how you can at Cambridge get).

John was his name. John Cleese. At the lecture, you became friends pretty quickly, despite of his slight fear of women he told you later about, and he would occasionally nudge you in the arm to tell you a remark he had at the lecturer.

John had another class after yours ended, so you suggested to wait for him and then you would go back to his place and have a talk there. You liked this new chap of yours; he was kind, reserved in a way and a good listener. And to top that; he was quite the sixfooter! You even wondered, how could he sleep in a normal-sized bed…

You spent the time waiting for John by reading your favourite book. John came out of the classroom last and immediately searched for you. When you greeted him with a smile, he led you to his apartment not far from the school.

You walked five minutes, all while talking about the class you shared. John made various jokes about the teacher and then told you how he used to be a teacher, when he waited to begin his studies at Cam. You listened carefully, looking directly at him, so when he stopped in front of you, you had no chance to avoid a contact with his chest. He howled with his loud laugh and showed you the door to his flat.

John pointed at a small sofa in his living room and you sat down. “Do you want anything to drink?” he asked. You shook your head, so he just smiled and sat next to you.

You both talked and talked until the late evening. John told you about a comedy group Footlights and that he’s one of their major personalities. You guessed he loved a good laugh and while you told him about your passion for music, he scooped closer to you. It was quite flattering to see this tall man trying to stay close to you.

“I wonder why we haven’t met sooner. You seem like a jolly sort of person. And a lover of a farce… That’s a perfect combination,” you exclaimed and put your hand on his.

“Thank you, what a pleasure from a beautiful bird like you. I’d like to see you at one of our plays. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, even though the jokes aren’t always as funny as I think,” John confessed and stroke your hand with his thumb.

“If it’s you whom I’ll see, then my answer is yes!” you laughed. It was now when you realised that you both were awfully close to each other and his eyes shone brighter than any star you could see in the sky that evening.

John sighed. “I know we met only today, but… I have this strange feeling about you. Like I’ve know you for a year or two already.”

“It’s the same as me,” you agreed and placed your head on his shoulder. You stayed in this position a while with John stroking your hair.

“It may sound strange and I do understand, if you’re against the idea, but can I give you a kiss?” It would sound strange under any other circumstances, but this time, it was only you and John in his apartment. Your cheeks reddened as you nodded and when he gently placed his lips on yours, it almost seemed like they belonged together; like a missing piece of a puzzle.

Imagine combing Eric Idle’s hair.

Imagine combing Eric Idle’s hair.

Imagine opening a wardrobe only to reveal all the Pythons…

Imagine opening a wardrobe only to reveal all the Pythons waiting for you.

Imagine Terry Jones helping you write an essay and at the very…

Imagine Terry Jones helping you write an essay and at the very end, you’re so tired that you end up on Jonesy’s bed in his arms.

Imagine going camping with Monty Python and you forget to bring…

Imagine going camping with Monty Python and you forget to bring your tent, so you have to share it with your favourite Python.

Imagine cuddling Eric Idle as he constantly whispers sweet…

Imagine cuddling Eric Idle as he constantly whispers sweet things in your ear.