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rowan-sins · 2 years ago

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Hey bestie 😔🫶 Could I please comm you for Burgess with the Fluff category? No triggers to avoid for me. I loved the matchup you did earlier, so I can't wait to see what you pick here 👀

Thank you so much! 🥺🌸

Authors note: OH YOU GOT A GOOD ONE

content warning: none that I can think of, just pure fluff

Your palms are sweaty, you notice. They glisten in the near noon sunlight, coming through the stained-glass windows of the upper story of the cathedral. Don’t touch the dress, don’t touch the dress you repeat to yourself, like a mantra. Four syllables, one breath, in for one out for four. Your hands shakily make it to the sink, where you wipe your hands dry on the towel.

Your name is embroidered in it, you notice. Your name and his: Jesus Burgess. Your heart skips a beat, it flutters even, like a butterfly hatching from the cocoon inside your chest. Your nervous, yes, but also excited. He’s going to be at the other end of that aisle. Curly purple hair, tied and slicked back so you can see his strong jaw-line, his shoulders and chest will be tight, ready to burst out, from under his suit.

He’s going to be at the other end of the aisle. You’re marrying him. Finally, after all these years. Between fighting to be the top dogs on Black Beard’s crew, between him going undercover to win the Mera-Mera-no-Mi, between all the chaos that followed the fall of Doflamino, you can finally get married.

Despite Dressarosa being the site of his failure to get ahold of the devil fruit he truly wanted, Blackbeard still permitted the marriage to take place here, encouraged it even, perhaps he wanted a nice tropical vacation himself? You wouldn’t understand his thinking, you wouldn’t even pretend to understand his plans and schemes, the writing on the walls of his cabin, and the red lines between them, but he was a genius, and he was strong, and so you would nod along and pretend to understand and do as he asked. So when he told you that your wedding should be in Dressorosa, and that you were sailing there at this very moment to get there, you gave him a “yes captain” and told your beloved the plan. You still recall him yelling, “and remember to buy a wedding dress! Or steal it we’re pirates!” It had admittedly gotten a cackle out of you.

Luckily, neither of those things needed to occur for you to acquire the dress, seeing as you had been sewing one in secret for over a year now. It was long, elegant, and the skirt so voluminous and soft that you felt it was more of a white ballgown than a wedding dress. But it was yours, and you worked hard on it. So you weren’t going to stain it with sweaty hands because you were nervous about finally marrying the man you had always wanted to marry. That would be absurd. And you’re not going to touch your face because Katrina did your wedding make up and you know for a fact, she did a good job.

A quick glance in the mirror only confirms this. You will be forever grateful for the fact she didn’t use blue eyeshadow like she said she would. Bells toll in the background. They sound musical, like chimes but deeper, and louder. It’s from the room above you and it shakes you, almost. “It’s time,” you whisper to yourself, “I don’t think I could wait a moment longer, even if I had to.”

The door creaks open, and the priest, scared out of his mind peaks through. “My child, are you ready?”

“Thank you, Father,” you greet him, “and I’m ready when you are.”

He adjusts the collar on his frock. “I don’t think I could ever be ready for a wedding as grand as this one.” He nervously chuckles to hide his fear.

“There is no need to fear,” you say, approaching the door, “when do I get to walk down the aisle?”

He clears his throat… again. “Just wait at the bottom of the stairs, when the piano starts playing you can come out.”

You nod at his instructions, and take his hands when he offers it. “I apologize for the stairs being so steep,” he says, “we don’t do weddings often, and so this room is rarely used by those outside the clergy.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” you smile at him, hoping to soothe his nerves. It only makes them worse. He lets go of your hand at the bottom of the stairs and holds his index finger to his lips. He smiles at you, it’s small, but he smiles. He peaks his head around the corner before he scatters off.

And the piano begins. You can hear it echo through the cathedreal, and you make on step forward. And the next. Your heels don’t clack on the red carpet, it’s muffled to a soft ‘thud’ as it serves as a barrier to the hard stone beneath.

You look up, from under veil, and while the mesh is thin, everything looks foggier, brighter, like a cloudy morning on a fountain.

And as you walk, you see him. His purple hair slicked back, his googles on his eyes. And that suit looks glorious on him. Better than you could have imagined. His facial hair is groomed and trimmed, and you can see his eyes widen as you slowly step towards him. More and more. He extends his hand to you, and helps you up the small stairs to before the podium.

His large hand grazes the veil. Like he wanted to flip it up now and claim your lips in this very moment. A part of you wanted him to, even. But he doesn’t, instead he holds your hands in his, and looks fondly in your eyes. His own look like molten chocolate, and your heart soars as you finally realize that this is it. This is the moment you’ve been fighting for, killing for, this is moment you’ve done everything for, for years.

You both look at the priest, and he opens the book on the podium. “Welcome esteemed guests,” he starts, “we are gathered here today to join (Y/N) and Jesus Burgess in holy-“

“UNHOLY!” Shouts a voice.

“Katrina shut up they’re literally getting married.”

The priest corrects himself. “In unholy matrimony.”

The rest of the crew laugh. This is going to be a good memory, they think to themselves, this was going to be a good day.

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔠 𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱. 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔐 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡!

#jesus burgess #jesus burgess x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #commisioned fic

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alienorstyx · 1 year ago

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A bouquet of roses

Precedent chapter : 5

Chapter 6: Paris City of Light

22 December 1945, Paris

The hoped-for end of the war was approaching, already a large part of the North had been liberated by the landing while the South had been liberated by the resistance and the army of Free France, a landing had also taken place in Italy. Leading to his release and the hanging of Mussolini with his mistress by the Italian resistance.

However, despite these joys, the war continued, despite the death of several great figures of the Third Reich, his troops of vile soldiers continued the fight. In a few months everything will be over, at least that's what the American hoped. He was forced into a war that he didn't want. It had cost him a lot in men, especially in cannon fodder.

When he started this war, he never imagined himself being a nanny for his enemy's daughter. And here he is, guarding the girl while the United Kingdom went to buy food at a bakery. To support local businesses that had suffered during the war. It made America laugh, who knew that these traders were more traitors than anything else, they gave themselves to the enemy, selling them their bread and denouncing their neighbor who competed with them. Accusing them of being Jewish or resistant. They were like the rats that populated the garbage cans of Paris, a real vermin. Which could not be eliminated, so many were on every street corner, all the people of Paris who had given themselves without great resistance to the enemies. Cowards that America hated. Who changed sides like shirts according to the advance of the war, and he could without hesitation put his hand to cut that if the Nazis returned in force, those same people who cheered them would be those who would throw them into the arms of these dogs.

All this hatred that America had, reflected only his own cowardice that he had repressed under good «resolutions», a lie to himself.

At the park, where the American was waiting with the child, a comedian set up his carriage, setting up his little wooden stage. Some families watched with curiosity what the actor was doing, dressed in a red frock coat and white pants.

He declared that the show was open, and that all parents and children could attend it for free.

Attracting the curiosity of the American and the little girl, they both approached and sat down on the little benches that the actor had set up. They were joined by other curious parents. People were chatting about the coming of this traveling show, but also rumors about this actor that traveled all over France to tell his stories with puppets, and sometimes he chose people in the crowd to participate in his game. The actor asked for silence, which somewhat displeased America who was listening to the gossip.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for attending this modest puppet show. I will tell you three stories. The first one is about a little girl who is lost in the woods after running away from a big bad wolf. While the second will focus on a young girl who with her best friend will cross time and space in search of adventure. And finally, the third is a classic story of a knight slashing a dragon to save a princess but not everything went as planned! ARE YOU READY!"

Children shouting positively with joy.

The actor smiled and stood behind the big box. The red curtain rose, the play could begin.

"One evening like the others, a little mouse,Lily, was returning from her walk in the woods. She had picked beautiful fruits. Alas, she had taken the wrong path, after venturing deeper than usual, the woods that were previously so familiar and reassuring to her became darker, but above all more menacing, as she walked more. The poor little mouse had only her candle to light in these woods, she had to find her way back before it went out.

She turned left and then twice right and then left again. In the distance she saw a large tree, it was the cherry tree of the village chief. It was him who discovered it many years ago. She was closer to the road than she thought. Her small steps went faster and when she approached the cherry tree, her lantern lit up what seemed to her to be a bush in the darkness but which was actually the body of a child.

Frightened Lily dropped her lantern. The noise of the object did not wake the child. Distrustfully, Lily approached, stooped without leaving the child for a single second from her eyesight. Taking back her lantern, she played the light on the face of the stranger.

This burst of light manages to awaken the child, who uttered a scream of surprise. Just like Lily who was startle.

Lily tried to reassure the child, as best as she could. BUT! The child began to cry."I...""What's your name?" asked Lily gently."Cassandra.""Why are you in the woods, Cassandra?""A huge wolf devoured my whole family."When she heard the word «Wolf», Lily began to tremble. She knew very well who Cassandra was referring to. She nevertheless tried to hide her fear, not to worry the other little girl, who must have been slightly younger than her. Cassandra continued her unfortunate story. The wicked wolf had begun to devour her mother, piece after piece, starting with the clothes she wore. His hunger wasn't stopping, he devoured Cassandra's brother. The remaining child being wasn't plump enough or having enough shape, he decided to lock her in a small room where she would receive every day several meals and various accessories to keep herself clean and appetizing. Some evenings, he would come to check that she was growing well, sometimes asking her to undress and then after observing her. He judged that she was not yet tender enough to be devoured. But she would be, just in time for the great banquet. The night before the banquet, a black cat stood at the top of the window, and he proclaimed in a calm but authoritative voice:"Little child, if you want your salvation, pray all night and when the day comes, you will offer me your eyes and I will give you the key to go out."The child accepted his offer. And all night she prayed. When dawn lit up the tiny room, the desperate child turned to the cat. And as promised he took her eyes and replaced them with two golden buttons that will guide her to safety.He gave her the key to get out of her room. The child hesitantly walked into the Wolf's house. But the latter having drunk all the day before, did not realize anything. The house could tremble that he would not notice.Once she arrived at the exit, the child smiled. She was finally free.She ran in the woods for several hours, despite the hunger that held her belly and the fear of being caught. She stumbled several times against the roots, but immediately rose.Tired by all this walking. The child fell asleep against a tree. The birds promised her that they would watch over her while she slept. But as night fell, everyone flew to their nest. And so the two little girls met.

Moved Lily decided to help the poor child.

The two girls advanced into the forest, the moon's rays lit the trees with a soft light. The child felt that the forest became less worrying when she held the mouse hand.

They arrived in Lily's modest home. It was time for the children to sleep."

The puppeteer closed the small blue curtain covered with stars and the round moon. And looked at his crowd, the children waited impatiently on their makeshift seat, their parents looked at the sky with an air of anxiety. Were they afraid of another air attack on this beautiful day? That amused the artist. The show would continue. He clicked on a small button that activated a mechanism and the curtain rose.

"Lily took the child to see the village wizard.

"Do you know how to defeat the Great Wolf?"

"No, I'm sorry. No one can beat him. Try asking The Great Fox, she's a hunter and she'll know better."

The two children thanked him and quickly went looking for her.

They found her next to the blacksmith's house, sitting on a tree trunk, sunbathing.

"Madam Fox, great hunter of the forest, do you know how to defeat the great wolf who devoured the family of this little human?"

" Yes, I know this creature. He's very strong and powerful. I can't beat him. His mastery of magic makes him overpowering. You must ask the wizard for help. I'm sorry."

"We've already been to him. And he told us to see you because you might know how to beat him."

"Alas, this is not the case and I can do nothing. If this is the revenge you'll seek, it will be difficult for you to achieve."

They questioned the other members of the village, but the answer was always the same. Nothing could defeat the great wolf, who was famous for his great knowledge of all sorts of magic and his brute force. Some said he was as high as the largest tree in the forest. Others that he could sneak into the slightest crack and that he could surprise you at any time. That his hunger was immense and never seemed to be full. And that those who had tried to overcome him had ended up devoured by him. His skin was so thick that the arrows and the tips of their swords didn't scratch him. His fangs were so sharp that he could cut through everything. Some whispered that he had already eaten a whole village that had upset him, including the houses. The grandmothers whispered to their grandchildren, that if they went out at night they might be taken and then eaten by the big bad wolf.

The two girls didn't know what to do anymore, they had spent the day looking for a solution, but all that came out was that the wolf was far too powerful for them. It was dinner time, but neither child was in the mood for it. They sat there, sitting in the fresh grass, thinking of a solution. The little human sang a little song that she had learned from her late mother.

She stopped when she saw the hunter come back from the forest, she held in a cage a little black cat, which seemed to sleep. The child immediately recognized it was the cat who had helped her out.

Cassandra ran towards the hunter. And asked her:

"Where did you find this cat?"

"In the woods. He walked with a long golden thread."

It was at that time that America totally fell away. He listened with one ear to the adventure of these two puppets. He had to remain on his guard, an enemy could always arise. He was watching the little girl, who was watching the play carefully, her eyes shining like stars. He was pleased to see the child having fun and forgetting what was going on around her. This carelessness peculiar to children, he could sometimes regret. America remembered those innocent moments when he fought battles with sticks against the others boys, who had the same age as him, in the suburbs of New York. Unaware of what the real war was and the suffering it brought like a funeral mantle. He hated more than the whole war, so many lives lost to self-centred leaders. Yet he knew that if he wanted peace, he had to do it. He had pushed it so far until he was forced to act. It was in his best interests after all.

The American tried to focus his attention again on the puppet show, without much success. The plot had gone too far. The two little girls were in the wolf's house. They were walking with felted steps. The little girl with blond hair poured a liquid into a glass. Poison, probably, thought the American.

The smell of a fruity fragrance grazed his nostrils. A rather robust woman sat beside him. She was dressed all in black. Her face was partly hidden by her beret and the black lace veil which decorated it, falling delicately on her face.She placed her bag in the small space between their feet, looked at the spectacle for a few minutes and then left again.

The bag! Is it a bomb? America wondered, he took the small object gently. He heard nothing. All the sounds around him had disappeared. Slowly he popped the little button holding the bag. His heart stopped for a moment. Nothing. Papers? A picture? But it's France. What's she doing there? Is she asleep? Why is she lying down? What's going on around? It looks like the inside of a train. The landscape is blurry. What the hell happened?! I have to warn him. Shit! Why is he still not back! A fucking bakery in Paris is not the most difficult thing to find. What the hell is he doing! And this woman, she's already disappeared. It will be impossible to find a fat woman, dressed only in black in this damn city. Especially just before Christmas. Wait, don't tell me. That son of a bitch is stopping in front of a toy shop . And that he is currently comparing what might please this kid. Misery. We're in trouble here. The show should be over soon and we can go looking for him.

The show is finally over. America took the little girl by the hand and led her to the park gate.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"Yes!" replied Esperenza, enthusiastically. "I wish Mother and West could have seen it. I am sure they would have loved it. Especially when Cassandra and Lily release everyone at the end. And the wolf is turned into a skunk. It was fun!" The little girl laughed but America could see the sadness in her little eyes. So young and so unhappy, life had been cruel with her, and America pitied her. With a gesture he did not recognize himself to make, he took her in his arms, lifting her without difficulty. The child burst into tears and America gently stroked her back. He did not know what to say, what comforting words could soothe her grief. He remembered his mother's words, and tried to formulate them. It seemed to work, the little girl cried a little less.

"I am hungry." Murmured the little girl with a voice broken by tears.

"We're getting something at a bakery. What do you want to eat?" Surprisingly ask America in a sweet tone.

" Pain au Chocolate and Croissant."

"Good. I'll have some bread for tonight, too."

"With or without seed?"

"We'll see what they have. Otherwise, we'll have brioche."

"Ah ahaha !" The child began to laugh. "We don't eat brioche with something salty!" She protested.

"You don't know that. I know some very good recipes."

"It must not be good."

"Yes, I will. I will give you a taste."

"No!" Esperanza drew her tongue at him.

The rest of the day passed calmly and America manages to amuse the child. The United Kingdom finally joined them at dinner in their hotel room. America had bought sandwiches and had tried to take some pig's pie from a can and put it on a slice of brioche, then he tried to give it to Esperanza. The child preferred to take refuge at the top of the table rather than eat it. They had been running around the room like crazy laughing at each other. And it was at this scene that the United Kingdom came back into the room. With a stunned look, he sat down on the chair. Before bursting into laughter.

22 December

The day was nice, I saw a very funny show. It reminded me a little of my life. One of the puppets had blond hair like mine. I hope that like her, in the end I will find my family. I miss Mom and West. I made you a little sketch of the characters

She's Lily, she's a very smart mouse, she's the one who saves Cassandra

Cassandra is the puppet that resembles me, she is a bit like me, she is a little shy, frightened by the future and she also lost her brother and her mother. At least her daddy didn't become the wolf that ate them.

The puppet... puppeteer (I asked Mr United Kingdom what we call the one who does this kind of show, it is not easy to write), he gave me a small drawing representing Cassandra and me. He found it amusing that we looked alike. He did it super fast. Even America was surprised.

Now he just left on the balcony with Mr United Kingdom, they are discussing. I do not know what. I dare not come near them if they talk about me or HIM.

I ate a lot of good things today. Everything is fine. There were lots of shops on and lights everywhere, it was beautiful.

I cried

Ah! They're back. It's time for bed. See you tomorrow, my dear diary. We're getting close to Christmas, I wonder if Santa's coming to see me. I was a good kid, wasn't I?

#countryhumans #fanfic #A bouquet of roses #countryhumans east germany #countryhumans united kingdom #countryhumans america

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cosmik-homo · 2 years ago

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More of my heroforge dolls <3

[ID: Close up of the basic Alfred doll: balding pale person with light eyes, in a purple frock coat and breeches, nervously stnading, with a soft expression. /End ID]

[ID: Alfred dancing, on one leg mid twirl, arms poised in a balet like posture, and blue light coming out of his hand and twirling around him. /End ID.]

[ID: Haplo and his dog, Haplo is a stoic man with long brown hair tinged with gray at the tips, dressed in leather, arms wrapped in fabric, aand a dark blue bandana covering his neck. He is kneeling, head straight ahead with a grim, loyal expression. His dog is a brown mutt with floppy ears, white eyebrows. and kind brown eyes, standing by his master's side, one leg up. /End ID]

[ID: Haplo and Dog ready to strike. Haplo is dressed in lighter clothes now, still practical leather but more opened, and glowing blue tattoos are visible over his chest. He has a pouch and a knife on his belt. /End ID]

[ID: Haplo and Alfred, Enemies by decree. Haplo, in his earlier, covering clothes, scowls darkly at Alfred, and rests a hand on his dagger. Alfred looks taut and nervous, holding his arms in front of him in a more protective version of his basic awkwardly-standing pose. Alfred is distinctly taller than Haplo, but his heeled, buckled shoes are part of it too. /End ID]

[ID: Haplo and Alfred, friends by fate, standing side by side, shoulders lightly touching, locking eyes. Haplo looks fond, resignedly hopeful. Alfred is smiling, widely, an unusual expression for him. /end ID]

I am mildly tempted to actually buy one of these dsadgfsg. maybe next birthday.

#me putting the serpent mage tagline IN the ids and then downing a throat help candy like its shots. (oh yeah im sick :v:)#death gate cycle #the death gate cycle

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hellsitesonlybookclub · 9 months ago

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It Can't Happen Here, Sinclair Lewis

Chapter 27-28

CHAPTER XXVII

MARY GREENHILL, revenging the murdered Fowler, was the only one of the conspirators who seemed moved more by homicidal hate than by a certain incredulous feeling that it was all a good but slightly absurd game. But to her, hate and the determination to kill were tonic. She soared up from the shadowed pit of grief, and her eyes lighted, her voice had a trembling gayety. She threw away her weeds and came out in defiant colors—oh, they had to economize, these days, to put every available penny into the missionary fund of the New Underground, but Mary had become so fire-drawn that she could wear Sissy's giddiest old frocks.

She had more daring than Julian, or even Buck—indeed led Buck into his riskiest expeditions.

In mid-afternoon, Buck and Mary, looking very matrimonial, domestically accompanied by David and the rather doubtful Foolish, ambled through the center of Burlington, where none of them were known—though a number of dogs, city slickers and probably con-dogs, insisted to the rustic and embarrassed Foolish that they had met him somewhere.

It was Buck who muttered "Right!" from time to time, when they were free from being observed, but it was Mary who calmly, a yard or two from M.M.'s or policemen, distributed crumpled-up copies of:

A Little Sunday-school Life of

JOHN SULLIVAN REEK

Second-class Political Crook, & Certain Entertaining Pictures of Col. Dewey Haik, Torturer.

These crumpled pamphlets she took from a specially made inside pocket of her mink coat; one reaching from shoulder to waist. It had been recommended by John Pollikop, whose helpful lady had aforetime used just such a pocket for illicit booze. The crumpling had been done carefully. Seen from two yards away, the pamphlets looked like any waste paper, but each was systematically so wadded up that the words, printed in bold red type, "Haik himself kicked an old man to death" caught the eye. And, lying in corner trash baskets, in innocent toy wagons before hardware stores, among oranges in a fruit store where they had gone to buy David a bar of chocolate, they caught some hundreds of eyes in Burlington that day.

On their way home, with David sitting in front beside Buck and Mary in the back, she cried, "That will stir 'em up! But oh, when Daddy has finished his booklet on Swan—God!"

David peeped back at her. She sat with eyes closed, with hands clenched.

He whispered to Buck, "I wish Mother wouldn't get so excited."

"She's the finest woman living, Dave."

"I know it, but—She scares me so!"

One scheme Mary devised and carried out by herself. From the magazine counter in Tyson's drugstore, she stole a dozen copies of the Readers' Digest and a dozen larger magazines. When she returned them, they looked untouched, but each of the larger magazines contained a leaflet, "Get Ready to Join Walt Trowbridge," and each Digest had become the cover for a pamphlet: "Lies of the Corpo Press."

To serve as center of their plot, to be able to answer the telephone and receive fugitives and put off suspicious snoopers twenty-four hours a day, when Buck and the rest might be gone, Lorinda chucked her small remaining interest in the Beulah Valley Tavern and became Buck's housekeeper, living in the place. There was scandal. But in a day when it was increasingly hard to get enough bread and meat, the town folk had little time to suck scandal like lollipops, and anyway, who could much suspect this nagging uplifter who so obviously preferred tuberculin tests to toying with Corydon in the glade? And as Doremus was always about, as sometimes he stayed overnight, for the first time these timid lovers had space for passion.

It had never been their loyalty to the good Emma—since she was too contented to be pitied, too sure of her necessary position in life to be jealous—so much as hatred of a shabby hole-and-corner intrigue which had made their love cautious and grudging. Neither of them was so simple as to suppose that, even with quite decent people, love is always as monogamic as bread and butter, yet neither of them liked sneaking.

Her room at Buck's, large and square and light, with old landscape paper showing an endlessness of little mandarins daintily stepping out of sedan chairs beside pools laced with willows, with a four-poster, a colonial highboy, and a crazy-colored rag carpet, became in two days, so fast did one live now in time of revolution, the best-loved home Doremus had ever known. As eagerly as a young bridegroom he popped into and out of her room, and he was not overly particular about the state of her toilet. And Buck knew all about it and just laughed.

Released now, Doremus saw her as physically more alluring. With parochial superiority, he had noted, during vacations on Cape Cod, how often the fluffy women of fashion when they stripped to bathing suits were skinny, to him unwomanly, with thin shoulder blades and with backbones as apparent as though they were chains fastened down their backs. They seemed passionate to him and a little devilish, with their thin restless legs and avid lips, but he chuckled as he considered that the Lorinda whose prim gray suits and blouses seemed so much more virginal than the gay, flaunting summer cottons of the Bright Young Things was softer of skin to the touch, much richer in the curve from shoulder to breast.

He rejoiced to know that she was always there in the house, that he could interrupt the high seriousness of a tract on bond issues to dash out to the kitchen and brazenly let his arm slide round her waist.

She, the theoretically independent feminist, became flatteringly demanding about every attention. Why hadn't he brought her some candy from town? Would he mind awfully calling up Julian for her? Why hadn't he remembered to bring her the book he had promised— well, would have promised if she had only remembered to ask him for it? He trotted on her errands, idiotically happy. Long ago Emma had reached the limit of her imagination in regard to demands. He was discovering that in love it is really more blessed to give than to receive, a proverb about which, as an employer and as a steady fellow whom forgotten classmates regularly tried to touch for loans, he had been very suspicious.

He lay beside her, in the wide four-poster, at dawn, March dawn with the elm branches outside the window ugly and writhing in the wind, but with the last coals still snapping in the fireplace, and he was utterly content. He glanced at Lorinda, who had on her sleeping face a frown that made her look not older but schoolgirlish, a schoolgirl who was frowning comically over some small woe, and who defiantly clutched her old-fashioned lace-bordered pillow. He laughed. They were going to be so adventurous together! This little printing of pamphlets was only the beginning of their revolutionary activities. They would penetrate into press circles in Washington and get secret information (he was drowsily vague about what information they were going to get and how they would ever get it) which would explode the Corpo state. And with the revolution over, they would go to Bermuda, to Martinique—lovers on purple peaks, by a purple sea—everything purple and grand. Or (and he sighed and became heroic as he exquisitely stretched and yawned in the wide warm bed) if they were defeated, if they were arrested and condemned by the M.M.'s, they would die together, sneering at the firing-squad, refusing to have their eyes bandaged, and their fame, like that of Servetus and Matteotti and Professor Ferrer and the Haymarket martyrs, would roll on forever, acclaimed by children waving little flags—

"Gimme a cigarette, darling!"

Lorinda was regarding him with a beady and skeptical eye.

"You oughtn't to smoke so much!"

"You oughtn't to boss so much! Oh, my darling!" She sat up, kissed his eyes and temples, and sturdily climbed out of bed, seeking her own cigarette.

"Doremus! It's been marvelous to have this companionship with you. But—" She looked a little timid, sitting cross-legged on the rattan-topped stool before the old mahogany dressing table—no silver or lace or crystal was there, but only plain wooden hairbrush and scant luxury of small drugstore bottles. "But darling, this cause—oh, curse that word 'cause'—can't I ever get free of it?—but anyway, this New Underground business seems to me so important, and I know you feel that way too, but I've noticed that since we've settled down together, two awful sentimentalists, you aren't so excited about writing your nice venomous attacks, and I'm getting more cautious about going out distributing tracts. I have a foolish idea I have to save my life, for your sake. And I ought to be only thinking about saving my life for the revolution. Don't you feel that way? Don't you? Don't you?"

Doremus swung his legs out of bed, also lighted an unhygienic cigarette, and said grumpily, "Oh, I suppose so! But—tracts! Your attitude is simply a hold-over of your religious training. That you have a DUTY toward the dull human race—which probably enjoys being bullied by Windrip and getting bread and circuses— except for the bread!"

"Of course it's religious, a revolutionary loyalty! Why not? It's one of the few real religious feelings. A rational, unsentimental Stalin is still kind of a priest. No wonder most preachers hate the Reds and preach against 'em! They're jealous of their religious power. But—Oh, we can't unfold the world, this morning, even over breakfast coffee, Doremus! When Mr. Dimick came back here yesterday, he ordered me to Beecher Falls—you know, on the Canadian border—to take charge of the N.U. cell there—ostensibly to open up a tea room for this summer. So, hang it, I've got to leave you, and leave Buck and Sis, and go. Hang it!"

"Linda!"

She would not look at him. She made much, too much, of grinding out her cigarette.

"Linda!"

"Yes?"

"You suggested this to Dimick! He never gave any orders till you suggested it!"

"Well—"

"Linda! Linda! Do you want to get away from me so much? You—my life!"

She came slowly to the bed, slowly sat down beside him. "Yes. Get away from you and get away from myself. The world's in chains, and I can't be free to love till I help tear them off."

"It will never be out of chains!"

"Then I shall never be free to love! Oh, if we could only have run away together for one sweet year, when I was eighteen! Then I would have lived two whole lives. Well, nobody seems to be very lucky at turning the clock back—almost twenty-five years back, too. I'm afraid Now is a fact you can't dodge. And I've been getting so—just this last two weeks, with April coming in—that I can't think of anything but you. Kiss me. I'm going. Today."

CHAPTER XXVIII

AS usually happens in secret service, no one detail that Sissy ferreted out of Shad Ledue was drastically important to the N.U., but, like necessary bits of a picture puzzle, when added to other details picked up by Doremus and Buck and Mary and Father Perefixe, that trained extractor of confessions, they showed up the rather simple schemes of this gang of Corpo racketeers who were so touchingly accepted by the People as patriotic shepherds.

Sissy lounged with Julian on the porch, on a deceptively mild April day.

"Golly, like to take you off camping, couple months from now, Sis. Just the two of us. Canoe and sleep in a pup tent. Oh, Sis, do you HAVE to have supper with Ledue and Staubmeyer tonight? I hate it. God, how I hate it! I warn you, I'll kill Shad! I mean it!"

"Yes, I do have to, dear. I think I've got Shad crazy enough about me so that tonight, when he chases good old Emil, and whatever foul female Emil may bring, out of the place, I'll get him to tell me something about who they're planning to pinch next. I'm not scared of Shad, my Julian of jewelians."

He did not smile. He said, with a gravity that had been unknown to the lively college youth, "Do you realize, with your kidding yourself about being able to handle Comrade Shad so well, that he's husky as a gorilla and just about as primitive? One of these nights—God! think of it! maybe tonight!—he'll go right off the deep end and grab you and—bing!"

She was as grave. "Julian, just what do you think could happen to me? The worst that could happen would be that I'd get raped."

"Good Lord—"

"Do you honestly suppose that since the New Civilization began, say in 1914, anyone believes that kind of thing is more serious than busting an ankle? 'A fate worse than death'! What nasty old side-whiskered deacon ever invented that phrase? And how he must have rolled it on his chapped old lips! I can think of plenty worse fates—say, years of running an elevator. No—wait! I'm not really flippant. I haven't any desire, beyond maybe a slight curiosity, to be raped—at least, not by Shad; he's a little too strong on the Bodily Odor when he gets excited. (Oh God, darling, what a nasty swine that man is! I hate him fifty times as much as you do. Ugh!) But I'd be willing to have even that happen if I could save one decent person from his bloody blackjack. I'm not the playgirl of Pleasant Hill any more; I'm a frightened woman from Mount Terror!"

It seemed, the whole thing, rather unreal to Sissy; a burlesqued version of the old melodramas in which the City Villain tries to ruin Our Nell, apropos of a bottle of Champagne Wine. Shad, even in a belted tweed jacket, a kaleidoscopic Scotch sweater (from Minnesota), and white linen plus-fours, hadn't the absent-minded seductiveness that becomes a City Slicker.

Ensign Emil Staubmeyer had showed up at Shad's new private suite at the Star Hotel with a grass widow who betrayed her gold teeth and who had tried to repair the erosions in the fair field of her neck with overmuch topsoil of brick-tinted powder. She was pretty dreadful. She was harder to tolerate than the rumbling Shad—a man for whom the chaplain might even have been a little sorry, after he was safely hanged. The synthetic widow was always nudging herself at Emil and when, rather wearily, he obliged by poking her shoulder, she giggled, "Now you SSSSTOP!"

Shad's suite was clean, and had some air. Beyond that there was nothing much to say. The "parlor" was firmly furnished in oak chairs and settee with leather upholstery, and four pictures of marquises not doing anything interesting. The freshness of the linen spread on the brass bedstead in the other room fascinated Sissy uncomfortably.

Shad served them rye highballs with ginger ale from a quart bottle that had first been opened at least a day ago, sandwiches with chicken and ham that tasted of niter, and ice cream with six colors but only two flavors—both strawberry. Then he waited, not too patiently, looking as much like General Göring as possible, for Emil and his woman to get the devil out of here, and for Sissy to acknowledge his virile charms. He only grunted at Emil's pedagogic little jokes, and the man of culture abruptly got up and removed his lady, whinnying in farewell, "Now, Captain, don't you and your girl-friend do anything Papa wouldn't do!"

"Come on now, baby—come over here and give us a kiss," Shad roared, as he flopped into the corner of the leather settee.

"Now I don't know whether I will or not!" It nauseated her a good deal, but she made herself as pertly provocative as she could. She minced to the settee, and sat just far enough from his hulking side for him to reach over and draw her toward him. She observed him cynically, recalling her experience with most of the Boys... though not with Julian... well, not so much with Julian. They always, all of them, went through the same procedure, heavily pretending that there was no system in their manual proposals; and to a girl of spirit, the chief diversion in the whole business was watching their smirking pride in their technique. The only variation, ever, was whether they started in at the top or the bottom.

Yes. She thought so. Shad, not being so delicately fanciful as, say, Malcolm Tasbrough, started with an apparently careless hand on her knee.

She shivered. His sinewy paw was to her like the slime and writhing of an eel. She moved away with a maidenly alarm which mocked the rôle of Mata Hari she had felt herself to be gracing.

"Like me?" he demanded.

"Oh—well—sort of."

"Oh, shucks! You think I'm still just a hired man! Even though I am a County Commissioner now! and a Battalion-Leader! and prob'ly pretty soon I'll be a Commander!" He spoke the sacred names with awe. It was the twentieth time he had made the same plaint to her in the same words. "And you still think I ain't good for anything except lugging in kindling!"

"Oh, Shad dear! Why, I always think of you as being just about my oldest playmate! The way I used to tag after you and ask you could I run the lawnmower! My! I always remember that!"

"Do you, honest?" He yearned at her like a lumpish farm dog.

"Of course! And honest, it makes me tired, your acting as if you were ashamed of having worked for us! Why, don't you know that, when he was a boy, Daddy used to work as a farm hand, and split wood and tend lawn for the neighbors and all that, and he was awful glad to get the money?" She reflected that this thumping and entirely impromptu lie was beautiful.... That it happened not to be a lie, she did not know.

"That a fact? Well! Honest? Well! So the old man used to hustle the rake too! Never knew that! You know, he ain't such a bad old coot—just awful stubborn."

"You do like him, DON'T you, Shad! Nobody knows how sweet he is—I mean, in these sort of complicated days, we've got to protect him against people that might not understand him, against outsiders, don't you think so, Shad? You will protect him!"

"Well, I'll do what I can," said the Battalion-Leader with such fat complacency that Sissy almost slapped him. "That is, as long as he behaves himself, baby, and don't get mixed up with any of these Red rebels... and as long as you feel like being nice to a fella!" He pulled her toward him as though he were hauling a bag of grain out of a wagon.

"Oh! Shad! You frighten me! Oh, you must be gentle! A big, strong man like you can afford to be gentle. It's only the sissies that have to get rough. And you're so strong!"

"Well, I guess I can still feed myself! Say, talking about sissies, what do you see in a light-waisted mollycoddle like Julian? You don't really like him, do you?"

"Oh, you know how it is," she said, trying without too much obviousness to ease her head away from his shoulder. "We've always been playmates, since we were kids."

"Well, you just said I was, too!"

"Yes, that's so."

Now in her effort to give all the famous pleasures of seduction without taking any of the risk, the amateur secret-service operative, Sissy, had a slightly confused aim. She was going to get from Shad information valuable to the N.U. Rapidly rehearsing it in her imagination, the while she was supposed to be weakened by the charm of leaning against Shad's meaty shoulder, she heard herself teasing him into giving her the name of some citizen whom the M.M.'s were about to arrest, slickly freeing herself from him, dashing out to find Julian—oh, hang it, why hadn't she made an engagement with Julian for that night?—well, he'd either be at home or out driving Dr. Olmsted—Julian's melodramatically dashing to the home of the destined victim and starting him for the Canadian border before dawn.... And it might be a good idea for the refugee to tack on his door a note dated two days ago, saying that he was off on a trip, so that Shad would never suspect her.... All this in a second of hectic story-telling, neatly illustrated in color by her fancy, while she pretended that she had to blow her nose and thus had an excuse to sit straight. Edging another inch or two away, she purred, "But of course it isn't just physical strength, Shad. You have so much power politically. My! I imagine you could send almost anybody in Fort Beulah off to concentration camp, if you wanted to."

"Well, I could put a few of 'em away, if they got funny!"

"I'll bet you could—and will, too! Who you going to arrest next, Shad?"

"Huh?"

"Oh come on! Don't be so tightwad with all your secrets!"

"What are you trying to do, baby? Pump me?"

"Why no, of course not, I just—"

"Sure! You'd like to get the poor old fathead going, and find out everything he knows—and that's plenty, you can bet your sweet life on that! Nothing doing, baby."

"Shad, I'd just—I'd just love to see an M.M. squad arresting somebody once. It must be dreadfully exciting!"

"Oh, it's exciting enough, all right, all right! When the poor chumps try to resist, and you throw their radio out of the window! Or when the fellow's wife gets fresh and shoots off her mouth too much, and so you just teach her a little lesson by letting her look on while you trip him up on the floor and beat him up—maybe that sounds a little rough, but you see, in the long run it's the best thing you can do for these beggars, because it teaches 'em to not get ugly."

"But—you won't think I'm horrid and unwomanly, will you?—but I would like to see you hauling out one of those people, just once. Come on, tell a fellow! Who are you going to arrest next?"

"Naughty, naughty! Mustn't try to kid papa! No, the womanly thing for you to do is a little love-making! Aw come on, let's have some fun, baby! You know you're crazy about me!" Now he really seized her, his hand across her breasts. She struggled, thoroughly frightened, no longer cynical and sophisticated. She shrieked, "Oh don't—don't!" She wept, real tears, more from anger than from modesty. He loosened his grip a little, and she had the inspiration to sob, "Oh, Shad, if you really want me to love you, you must give me time! You wouldn't want me to be a hussy that you could do anything you wanted to with—you, in your position? Oh, no, Shad, you couldn't do that!"

"Well, maybe," said he, with the smugness of a carp.

She had sprung up, dabbling at her eyes—and through the doorway, in the bedroom, on a flat-topped desk, she saw a bunch of two or three Yale keys. Keys to his office, to secret cupboards and drawers with Corpo plans! Undoubtedly! Her imagination in one second pictured her making a rubbing of the keys, getting John Pollikop, that omnifarious mechanic, to file substitute keys, herself and Julian somehow or other sneaking into Corpo headquarters at night, perilously creeping past the guards, rifling Shad's every dread file—

She stammered, "Do you mind if I go in and wash my face? All teary—so silly! You don't happen to have any face powder in your bathroom?"

"Say, what d'you think I am? A hick, or a monk, maybe? You bet your life I've got some face powder—right in the medicine cabinet— two kinds—how's that for service? Ladies taken care of by the day or hour!"

It hurt, but she managed something like a giggle before she went in and shut the bedroom door, and locked it.

She tore across to the keys. She snatched up a pad of yellow scratch-paper and a pencil, and tried to make a rubbing of a key as once she had made rubbings of coins, for use in the small grocery shop of C. JESSUp & J. falck groSHERS.

The pencil blur showed only the general outline of the key; the tiny notches which were the trick would not come clear. In panic, she experimented with a sheet of carbon paper, then toilet paper, dry and wet. She could not get a mold. She pressed the key into a prop hotel candle in a china stick by Shad's bed. The candle was too hard. So was the bathroom soap. And Shad was now trying the knob of the door, remarking "Damn!" then bellowing, "Whayuh doin' in there? Gone to sleep?"

"Be right out!" She replaced the keys, threw the yellow paper and the carbon paper out of the window, replaced the candle and soap, slapped her face with a dry towel, dashed on powder as though she were working against time at plastering a wall, and sauntered back into the parlor. Shad looked hopeful. In panic she saw that now, before he comfortably sat down to it and became passionate again, was her one time to escape. She snatched up hat and coat, said wistfully, "Another night, Shad—you must let me go now, dear!" and fled before he could open his red muzzle.

Round the corner in the hotel corridor she found Julian.

He was standing taut, trying to look like a watchdog, his right hand in his coat pocket as though it was holding a revolver.

She hurled herself against his bosom and howled.

"Good God! What did he do to you? I'll go in and kill him!"

"Oh, I didn't get seduced. It isn't things like that that I'm bawling about! It's because I'm such a simply terribly awful spy!"

But one thing came out of it.

Her courage nerved Julian to something he had longed for and feared: to join the M.M.'s, put on uniform, "work from within," and supply Doremus with information.

"I can get Leo Quinn—you know?—Dad's a conductor on the railroad?—used to play basketball in high school?—I can get him to drive Dr. Olmsted for me, and generally run errands for the N.U. He's got grit, and he hates the Corpos. But look, Sissy—look, Mr. Jessup—in order to get the M.M.'s to trust me, I've got to pretend to have a fierce bust-up with you and all our friends. Look! Sissy and I will walk up Elm Street tomorrow evening, giving an imitation of estranged lovers. How 'bout it, Sis?"

"Fine!" glowed that incorrigible actress.

She was to be, every evening at eleven, in a birch grove just up Pleasant Hill from the Jessups', where they had played house as children. Because the road curved, the rendezvous could be entered from four or five directions. There he was to hand on to her his reports of M.M. plans.

But when he first crept into the grove at night and she nervously turned her pocket torch on him, she shrieked at seeing him in M.M. uniform, as an inspector. That blue tunic and slanting forage cap which, in the cinema and history books, had meant youth and hope, meant only death now.... She wondered if in 1864 it had not meant death more than moonlight and magnolias to most women. She sprang to him, holding him as if to protect him against his own uniform, and in the peril and uncertainty now of their love, Sissy began to grow up.

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Arthur adores your laugh, the way your whole face lights up and your eyes twinkle. He especially loves it when you’re trying to hold back laughter, rocking silently with the giggles at the most inappropriate moments (normally when Tommy’s doing one of his lectures)

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

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D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He very rarely takes you to posh nightclubs or restaurants. They’re loud and busy, and he hates feeling like everyone is staring. Instead, he’ll take you on drives through the country, spread out a picnic blanket in a field and have a proper little picnic (thank God for Aunt Pol).

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are his little angel.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he was head over heels in love with you when you kicked some bloke in the balls in the Garrison. He was behind the bar, pouring drinks, noticing the man bothering you. Until then, he had all of these feelings for you that he couldn’t put into words. But when the man tried to grab your waist, his anger flared and he was about to shout and jump over the counter when your foot made contact. You walked away as the man fell to the floor, brushing your hair out of your face, and ordered yourself a drink. Arthur simply stood staring, mouth slightly agape. Tommy grinned. “Oi, Arthur. Get the lady her drink and invite her to the pictures,”

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He is so gentle. He knows how much damage he can cause with his bare hands, so he makes every touch as light at possible. You have to tell him off eventually, saying that you’re not made of porcelain and would very much like him to hold your waist in public, as well as other public displays of affection. He also speaks much quieter with you as opposed to his normally booming voice- it often seems as though you two are in your own personal bubble as you talk

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Arthur ALWAYS grabs your hand when you walk by him, unashamed to hold it in front of everyone. You’re his girl and he loves you, so of course, he’s gonna hold your bloody hand (fuck off John, go see to your own woman). When he starts getting angry, you tend to slip your small hand into his, and it mellows him out fairly quickly. You both have a system of squeezing one another’s hands for encouragement, reassurance or a code for ‘shall we go home?’

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

That you didn’t belong in Small Heath. It was too industrial, too dangerous, too dirty for you. You seemed to innocent for the drunks and the whorehouses and the dodgy bookies like him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes. If he’s sober, he’s more likely to close up and become distant as his brain goes into overdrive; what if you leave him? what if he’s simply not good enough for him?

When he’s drunk, he’s more likely to speak up, though he doesn’t throw fists straight away, unless you’re clearly uncomfortable. More often than not, the situation defuses to him holding you proudly to his side saying (rather loudly) “That’s my girl! My YN!”

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You initiated the first kiss. he was walking you home after your second date as an official couple, and it was clear he was apprehensive about something. He eventually admitted his true feelings, how he had loved you for a long time, yet he was nervous and didn’t want to wreck it.

You cupped his cheeks in both your hands, forcing him to look at you. “You can’t wreck it, Arthur,” you had murmured. “Because I feel the same way about you,” the first kiss had been sweet, no tongue, and you stroked his cheek gently.

In general, his kisses are tender, even the chastest ones filled with passion and longing. Often, he’ll be in a rush and press hurried kisses to your cheek or forehead while you’re in the middle of getting ready.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Arthur. He’s hungover and you get him water and aspirin, before settling next to him. He grabs your waist and snuggles close, kissing you (but missing your mouth slightly) and mumbling “I bloody love you,”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When he asked you to marry him. It was by no means a perfect proposal, and it took him ages to pluck up the courage but seeing realisation and happiness spreading across your face as he got on one knee was worth every second of apprehension

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Arthur loves to spoil you... the only problem is he’s useless at picking stuff out, always worrying whether or not you’d like it. He often ends up getting Ada and Polly to help him pick something out, though he always makes sure he goes with them.

“What about that frock? She likes them pretty patterns,”

“Arthur, that’s a maternity gown,”

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

sky blue. It was the colour of the dress you wore on one of your first proper dates. He was speechless when he saw you, unable to believe how lucky he is

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Love, darling, my angel

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He loves when you send him letters when he’s off for work- you never send telegrams, or use the typewriter for the notes. He keeps them in his breast pocket, and when he’s stressed, he holds the paper close to his heart, inhaling the wafts of your perfume to calm down

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Stay in bed with you, slipping in and out of sleep, All spft caresses and gentle kisses, huddled up under the blankets

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Whiskey and snow used to be his go to. But with you, he has other ways.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything and everything with you. He’ll ask questions, genuinely curious about all sorts, cooking, your family etc... one evening you ended up showing him how to crimp the pastry at the edge of your steak pie because he asked how you got it so pretty.

He talks about work, often glossing over the worst of it. Even with the glossing over, he feels much better, like he has someone who understands how the war and the business effect him, especially as his closest brother never seems to listen

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Laying in your arms, holding your hand... generally just being close to you makes him feel calm

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You. You’re his girl, and he wants everyone to know it. If you tell someone to piss off, he’ll grin like mad, leaning to his brothers and saying ‘that’s my girl’.

He’s also proud of how far he’s come with you, how much more mellow he is as well

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes a while after you start dating, once he is certain you’re the one. He proposes on your birthday (read this!!) and you have a quiet wedding, just close friends and family, in a quaint little church. Tommy let’s you use Arrow House for the reception, and Arthur stays sober the whole night

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

‘In the Bleak Midwinter’ is every Shelby’s song.

But his song with you is Moonlight Serenade by glen miller (I know the dates don’t quite match up). He remembers being the last two in the garrison, slow dancing with you, your head on his chest as he swayed with you

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Once he is sure you’re the one, he knows he wants to marry you, and he wants to do it properly. Nothing arranged like John and esme, not because you’re pregnant like Tommy and Grace and Lizzie. He wants it to be because you love eachother deeply, wholly, truly.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Arthur wants a great big dozy dog who’ll just trot behind you and nearly knock him over when he comes through the door. He’d give it a human name too, like Dave. This makes you giggle like mad.

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mab1905 · 4 years ago

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More Fitzjames content? Yeah... here’s a playlist for ya’ll...

These are songs which I think describe him at different points in his character developement or simply different aspects of his personality. Somewhat James/Crozier (Fitzier) but all about James.

(25 songs, 1 hour 33 min)

Song List + Most Character-Relevant Lyrics:

Fancy — Orville Peck

We didn't have money for food or rent / To say the least, we was hard pressed / Then Mama spent every last penny we had / To buy me a dancin' dress / Mama washed and combed and curled my hair / And she painted my eyes and lips / Stepped into a satin dancin' dress / That had a slit in the side clean up to my hips / It was red velvet trim, and it fit me good / Starin' back from the lookin' glass / There stood a woman where a half-gown boy had stood / ... / It sounded like somebody else that was talkin' / Askin', "Mama, what do I do?" / She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy / They'll be nice to you" / "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down / Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down / Lord, forgive me for what I do / But if you want out, well, it's up to you / Now don't let me down now / Your mama's gonna move you uptown"

gold rush — Taylor Swift

What must it be like / To grow up that beautiful? / With your hair falling into place like dominos / ... / At dinner parties / I call you out on your contrarian shit / And the coastal town / We wandered 'round had never / Seen a love as pure as it / And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea / 'Cause you know it could never be

The Name Of The Game — ABBA

Your smile, and the sound of your voice / And the way you see through me / Got a feeling, you give me no choice / But it means a lot to me / So I wanna know / What's the name of the game?

Spectrum — Florence + The Machine

And when we come for you / We'll be dressed up all in blue / With the ocean in our arms / Kiss your eyes and kiss your palms / And when it's time to pray / We'll be dressed up all in grey / With metal on our tongues / And silver in our lungs / ... / And when we come back we'll be dressed in black / And you'll scream my name aloud / And we won't eat and we won't sleep / We'll drag bodies from the ground / So say my name / And every colour illuminates / And we are shining / And we'll never be afraid again

Dreamy Bruises — Sylvan Esso

How can we question / What we knows feels right / Black eyes turn to marigolds / In the morning light / Ohweeohweeoh kids move so slow / Shaken all over like some dogs at the pool / Ohweeohweeoh kids move so slow / They’re kicken all the records over acting like they hanging water / Ohweeohweeoh kids move so slow / Down in the basement where the sun don't show / Ohweeohweeoh kids movie so slow / Naked dollars wonder piles dreamy bruises rotten lovers / And they say I want you / To bend me back in two / To make me sing your tune / To make those words so smooth / Fill me like a song do

Wolf — Sylvan Esso

But no birds nor beast does he eat / He only wants the tenderest meat / And oh the sounds he makes them speak / Under all different patterns of sheets / ... / The modern wolf, the modern wolf / Drippin' in all the lives that he took / He'll go on home, try to wash them off / But when he shaves, he hears them call

Francis Forever — Mitski

On sunny days I go out walking / I end up on a tree-lined street / I look up at the gaps of sunlight / I miss you more than anything / I don't need the world to see / That I've been the best I can be, but / I don't think I could stand to be / Where you don't see me / And autumn comes when you're not yet done / With the summer passing by, but / I don't think I could stand to be / Where you don't see me

James — MGMT

James / If you need a friend / Come right over / Don't even knock / And I'll be home / The door is always open / And we both can say, "Who's laughing now?" / Oh, James / My little doll / You just go outside and you call / Oh, James / Oh, you're never too far off / If your fire's out / There's no need to shout / I'm always home / And walk on in / I'll make you tea and breakfast / And we both can say, "Who's laughing now?"

South London Forever — Florence + The Machine

I drive past the place that I was born / And the places that I used to drink / Young and drunk and stumbling in the street / Outside the Joiners Arm's like foals unsteady on their feet / With the art students and the boys in bands / High on E and holding hands with someone that I just met / I thought it doesn't get / Better than this / There can be nothing better than this / Better than this / And we climbed onto the roof, the museum / And someone made love in the glass / And I'd forgot my name / And the way back to my mother's house / With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips / The world is at your fingertips / It doesn't get better than this / What else could be better than this? / Oh, don't you know I have seen / I have seen the fields aflame / And everything I ever did / Was just another way to scream your name

Oh! You Pretty things — David Bowie

I think about a world to come / Where the books were found by the Golden ones / Written in pain, written in awe / By a puzzled man who questioned / What we work here for / All the strangers came today / And it looks as though they're here to stay / Oh You Pretty Things (Oh You Pretty Things) / Don't you know you're driving your / Mamas and Papas insane / Oh You Pretty Things (Oh You Pretty Things) / Don't you know you're driving your / Mamas and Papas insane / Let me make it plain / You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

Venus As A Boy — Björk

His wicked sense of humor / Suggests exciting sex / His fingers they focus on her and touches / He's Venus as a boy / ... / All across your lips, oh, then until / Well be that it's a little now, until / He believes in a beauty / He's Venus as a boy / He believes in a beauty and gentle

Winds Change — Orville Peck

Had a lover but I lost my patience / Gonna get a song on a radio station / Got a fire but you just can't use it / I don't mean no lies, baby, please don't lose it / Lost my way on the other side / I know why, I don't know when / From the way that we said goodbye / I knew I'd never see you again / Left my mind in the Salt Lake City / Met a lot of men who would call me pretty / Pack of reds, watch the days get colder / Don't it make you cry, how we're getting older?

Fluorescent Adolescent — Arctic Monkeys

Oh the boy's a slag / The best you ever had / The best you ever had is just a memory / And those dreams weren't as daft as they seem / Not as daft as they seem / My love, when you dream them up... / Flicking through a little book of sex tips / Remember when the boys were all electric? / Now when she's told she's gonna get it / I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it / Clinging to not getting sentimental / Said she wasn't going but she went still / Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle / Was it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil? / Oh the boy's a slag / The best you ever had / The best you ever had is just a memory / And those dreams weren't as daft as they seem / Not as daft as they seem / My love, when you dream them up / Falling about / You took a left off Last Laugh Lane / Just sounding it out / But you're not coming back again.

Cheerleader — St. Vincent

I've had good times / With some bad guys / I've told whole lies / With a half smile / Held your bare bones / With my clothes on / I've thrown rocks / Then hid both my arms / I've played dumb / When I knew better / Tried so hard / Just to be clever / I know honest thieves / I call family / I've seen America / With no clothes on / I don't know what I deserve / But for you I could work / Cause I don’t want to be a cheerleader no more

Queen Bitch — David Bowie

She's so swishy in her satin and tat / In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat / Oh God, I could do better than that / Oh, yeah / She's an old-time ambassador / Of sweet talking, night walking games / Oh and she's known in the darkest clubs / For pushing ahead of the dames / If she says she can do it / Then she can do it, she don't make false claims / But she's a queen and such a queen / Such a laughter is sucked in their brains / Now she's leading him on / And she'll lay him right down / Yes, she's leading him on / And she'll lay him right down / But it could have been me / Yes, it could have been me

Boys Keep Swinging — David Bowie

Heaven loves ya / The clouds part for ya / Nothing stands in your way / When you're a boy / Clothes always fit ya / Life is a pop of the cherry / When you're a boy / When you're a boy / You can wear a uniform / When you're a boy / Other boys check you out / You get a girl / These are your favorite things / When you're a boy / Boys / Boys / Boys keep swinging

Caterpillars (Of The Common Wealth) — Will Connolly

You know you'll always be my valentine / Now swear to god that you will never tell / They're streaming every indiscretion live / For caterpillars of the commonwealth / Gotta go / You can stay / Make yourself at home / Gotta go / This campaign / Don't run itself you know / You've got potential little parasite / I tie your hands so i can wish you well / Cuz i'm a gentleman and you are like / A caterpillar of the commonwealth / Gotta go / I said no / You need to know your role / Gotta go / I said no / It's all under control

Imposters (Little By Little) — The Fratellis

You wear your mask, I'll wear mine / They don't come cheap, but they fit just fine / You can be her and I can be him / We can both sink when the rest all swim / ... / We can pretend that our fates were entwined / A beautiful lie is the beautiful kind / Everybody knows that the sun still sets / And everybody gives and everybody gets / ... / I could be the one that you just can't shake / Till you swear that your eyes go blind / We can disappear till the sun burns a hole / In the life that we left behind

Sweet Painted Lady — Elton John

I'm back on dry land once again / Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain / We're all hunting honey with money to burn / Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned / If the boys all behave themselves here / Well, there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear / ... / Forget us we'll have gone very soon / Just forget we ever slept in your rooms / And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds / Where love's just a job and nothing is said

Super Trouper — ABBA

Super trouper beams are gonna blind me / But I won't feel blue / Like I always do / 'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you / ... / So I'll be there when you arrive / The sight of you will prove to me I'm still alive / And when you take me in your arms / And hold me tight / I know it's gonna mean so much tonight

Babooshka — Kate Bush

She sent him scented letters / And he received them with a strange delight / Just like / His wife / But how she was before the tears / And how she was before the years flew by / And how she was when she was beautiful / She signed the letter / All yours...

Paris is Burning — St. Vincent

I write to give word the war is over / Send my cinders home to mother / They gave me a medal for my valor / Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power / They say, "I'm on your side / "When nobody is, 'cause nobody is / "Come sit right here and sleep / "While I slip poison in your ear" / We are waiting on a telegram / To give us news of the fall / I am sorry to report / Dear Paris is burning after all

Dream of Sheep — Kate Bush

Oh I'll wake up to any sound of engines / Every gull a seeking craft / I can't keep my eyes open / Wish I had my radio / I'd tune into some friendly voices / Talking 'bout stupid things / I can't be left to my imagination / Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep / Ooh, their breath is warm / And they smell like sleep / And they say they take me home / Like poppies, heavy with seed / They take me deeper and deeper

Hunger — Florence + The Machine

At seventeen, I started to starve myself / I thought that love was a kind of emptiness / And at least I understood then, the hunger I felt / And I didn't have to call it loneliness / ... / Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free / The way you use your body, baby, come on and work it for me / Don't let it get you down, you're the best thing I've seen / We never found the answer but we knew one thing / ... / And it's Friday night and it's kicking in / In that pink dress, they're gonna crucify me / Oh, and you in all your vibrant youth / How could anything bad ever happen to you? / You make a fool of death with your beauty, and for a moment / I forget to worry

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unsoundedcomic · 4 years ago

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If there's any particularly weird or messed up ships y'gotta share. I swear my only bit was the poem, anything else I got no idea and I'm super curious.

I will post my faves. People started sending inappropriate kid stuff which is what made me put the kibosh on it, but these are cute:

Ruck/Nary in an Arabian Nights scenario would be a fun ship. Nary would try to buy himself time by spinning tales while convincing Ruck that he's not ripe yet and would be much tastier if he could finish his nefarious plans. Unless that's already in motion . . . ASHLEY

mwah ha ha

Claggart/Vampire. Claggart is wearing a sheer frock with ermine trim and is eating a piece of fancy strawberry cheesecake with a small fork while Vampire is looking on approvingly

why are you like this

Favorite ship is FriendShipping Matty and Jivi. Matty just being so happy to be around Jivi and treating him like an older brother. Jivi telling himself that the kid is annoying but smiling when he thinks Matty isn't looking. Maybe throw in Sette giving Matty a backhanded compliment that's more sincere than she lets on.

Another FriendShip: Matty and Pantoffel. Matty is nervous at first because he's not used to dogs, but they become inseparable and have crazy adorable adventures. Meanwhile Toma pouts as he realizes that he's now Pant's second-favorite person

B E S T

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rock-n-roll-refugee · 5 years ago

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Watch Your Hands

Philip Hamilton x Reader

Era: Hamiltime!

A/N: lol this is really long sorry. Hamilton movie is coming out so perfect time if for this I guess?

Edit: Hey guys! I have a plot for this that I really want to continue on, but I’d really love it if y’all tell me if you actually want a part 2 because why write it if no ones gonna read it right!

“God you’re a fox!” Dolly sighed, eyes locked on him as her knees buckled

“And y’all look pretty good in ya’ frocks. How ‘bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks?” The Hamilton boy said into the flustered girl’s ears.

“Okaaaayyyy!” They both timidly screamed as the looked at each other in excitement. You rolled your eyes at the sound of the girls giggling loudly, not that it was their fault... it was Philip’s. You knew he would see them once and forget about them and he’ll just move on and on and the cycle repeats and no one tells him otherwise because he’s a fucking Hamilton.

You sigh and close your book and walk across the courtyard to find another quiet spot away from him. Finding a shady spot under a tree, you start to head that way to claim your spot when you feel a shoulder bump you, making you drop your book.

“Hey watch where you’re going you-” you start to say when you realize who you collided with, “George! Oh sorry I didn’t see you there...” you said changing your demeanor as you shuffled to flatten your dress.

“Oh, Y/N...” he said not looking at you directly, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Well, I was just out getting some fresh air I suppose... I thought you told me you were going out of town? You were suppose to meet my father tonight, he was so excited to finally meet you!” You said grabbing onto his bicep and resting your head on his chest.

He shuffled awkwardly, “yeah, sorry change of plans...”

“Well, since you’re here, would you be escorting me to the ball tonight? We haven’t spent much time together recently.” You said looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tonight. I have...arrangements that I made a while ago.” He said coughing awkwardly as he lightly shrugs you off. You look down at the ground disappointed.

Suddenly, you both hear a familiar voice behind you speak, “Well if you’re not taking her, you surely wouldn’t mind if I take her? Make sure she gets there and back safely?” Philip Hamilton... You roll your eyes as he continues, smirking, “make sure she has some fun... I could take care of her if you can’t, Eacker”

George narrows his eyes and grabs your hand, “I have to leave now, but I will see you soon, my love.” He kisses your knuckles, keeping eye contact with Philip, and quickly walks away before you get to question him further.

“Your boyfriend sucks” Philip says making you snap you neck at him.

“What the hell is your deal?!” You say hitting him on to shoulder, “Why do you feel the need to constantly involve yourself in everything? Do you realize the world doesn’t revolve around you or is your head too fucking big?”

He only chuckles at your frustration. You groan at him and start to walk away.

“See you tonight beautiful” he shouts as you, “and wear something pretty... Ms. Jefferson.”

“You’re going tonight. End of story.” Your father states not looking up from his work.

“But daaad!” You said stomping, “George isn’t going and the Hamilton boy is going to be there. God knows what stunt he’s going to pull and I really don’t want to deal with that tonight.”

“Quit whining and suck it up. You’ve dealt with him fine enough up until now.” He says getting up from his desk. He was wearing a velvety violet robe that was gifted to him from a lady he met in France. You father walks up to you and gives you a little noogie, he chuckles at your pouting face, “I know you hate him... I hate his dad, but I have learned to deal with him at least in the office. It’s very important to me that you go tonight, the Monroe’s are expecting a Jefferson to attend and since I have a meeting, you’re my last hope, so we can’t disappoint, right?” He gives you a puppy dog look as you roll your eyes.

“Fine. But you owe me... big time!” You said as he smiled widely.

“Good. Now go get ready my dear, there’s a surprise up in your room and Sally will be up there soon to help you tidy up.” He said scruffling your hair before he went back to his desk.

You opened the door to your room, revealing the extravagant pink dress laid out in your bed. You recognized it as your mother’s. You’ve never seen her wear it, but there was a painting in the library of her and your dad when they were young where she was wearing that dress. You’ve always looked at the painting and imagined yourself in the dress. It had a very wide neckline that was almost off the shoulders with the whole upper chest part covered with white lace with faux rose accents here and there. The rest of the dress was silky pink with another rose on your hip. You noticed a small paper resting on the dress. It read:

“Y/N I’ve seen how you admire this dress your mother wore in the painting in the library. It was one of my favorite gowns that she wore... she always looked so beautiful in it and I know she would have most definitely loved to see you in it. I always argued you were too young to wear her gowns, but now I wish that you would have, so she could have seen you in one of her dresses before she passed. Well, I found this dress in one of her trunks so maybe that’ll be an incentive for you to go to the ball.

P.S. we need to make sure we get a painting of you in the dress with Mr. Eacker when I finally meet him.”

You chuckle at his added note and put the letter on your vanity. You heard a soft knock at your door.

“Come in” you said sitting down in front of your mirror. Sally walked in with two other girls, “Oh, Sally! You can take a break, I think I can manage”

You never liked that your family owned slaves. For some reason it always made you feel uneasy when you saw them, but you didn’t understand why, you were born with it being normal in your household so you didn’t get why the idea of buying and selling people to work for you didn’t sit well with you, but nevertheless, you treated them courteously when they helped you unlike many other slave owning families.

“Your father asked me to make you up for tonight. I can’t go back on my word.” She said smiling at you in the mirror, holding your shoulders. You have always been the closest to Sally, seeing that she almost became a mother figure to you since your own mother passed (and your father may or may not have had an affair with her), but you always looked up to her and didn’t see her at all as a slave, “...I also heard the Hamilton boy is going to attend... everyone in this town knows he envies you and Mr. Eacker.”

You shot straight up at what she whispered in your ear, “Sally!” You said with wide eyes, the other two girls giggled lightly, “he is the reason for my hesitation to attend. The last thing that I want is to interact with that fool tonight.”

“Alright, whatever you say m’lady” she said with a small smile on her face. She starts brushing your hair

“What are you smiling at, Sally?” You said chuckling

“Oh you wouldn’t want to hear it.”

“Now I want to hear it more! Do tell...” you said facing her like you were two little girls about to gossip.

“Well, don’t get mad but, I think you and Philip would look very good together.” She said nonchalantly, “I have always had my doubts about Mr. Eacker, but you and Philip have suprisingly a lot more in common than you think...”

“Ugh I know if I think about me and him for one second longer I might just vomit!” You said turning back and making a face. Sally laughed at you and continued to fix your hair.

Sally and the girls finished you off with a cloud of perfume, making you cough as you inhaled. You picked up the long amulet necklace your parents gave you when you were young from your vanity and slipped on long white silk gloves as Sally ushered you to the large mirror on your wall. You clipped on your necklace as you looked at yourself for the first time tonight.

“You’re really going to be the center of attention tonight ma’am” one of the girls said, flattening the silk on your dress. You chuckled at her and rolled your eyes, grabbing her hand.

“You did too good, my intention was to lay low.” You said admiring their work.

“Thank us later,” Sally said nudging you a little, “your carriage is waiting outside and I’m sure your father wants to see you before he leaves... and say hi to Mr. Hamilton to me.” She winks and you respond with a fake gasp.

“There she is!” Your dad says as you walk down the staircase, “Wow, your mom would have loved to see you right now. To think you were once half the size of this dress! Aw... you just look so, grown up now... my little baby is growing up into a beautiful woman and I’m getting so old and-”

“Dad! Don’t do this again,” you said interrupting his mini breakdown, “you act like I’m not going to see you in 5 hours”

“Yeah, whatever. Let me have my moment sometimes!”

You laugh at him as Sally hands you a thick coat and purse.

“Don’t have too much fun!” Your dad yells as the door of the carriage closes once you’re completely inside.

“I promise you I won’t!”

The carriage ride was quiet and you wished George was here with you. Not for conversation, no he was never good at holding one, but to show off. You hated the fact that you had to walk into the ball alone knowing Philip was there. Having George on your side was an extra layer of security against him.

Scanning through the plethora of silk dresses and velvet suits, you attempted to find any sort of familiar face. Being all alone in a ball like this was beyond embarrassing so you rushed to the first person you recognized.

“Harriet? Hey it’s me Y/N!” You said trying to grab her attention. You didn’t know Harriet very much, nor did you like her... at all, but she seemed to be the only person you recognized.

“Y/N?” She paused. “Oh! Y/N! I can’t believe it’s you! I haven’t seen you in forever!” She engulfs you in a smothering hug, both of your gowns squishing together. You knew she was lying, she didn’t recognize you, but you were insanely greatful that she was playing along whether it was for her sake or yours.

“You look amazing Y/N! Wow and that dress! Don’t you try to steal the spotlight from me tonight!” She jokes.

“And look at you! I love your dress, where did you-”

“Oh my god...” she inturrupted, looking across the main room. Walking in from the hall is none other than Philip Hamilton, with two young ladies on each of his elbows, “shit... those are some lucky girls. What would I give to be them!”

“Sure...”

Philip confidently walks in grabbing the attention of half the girls who see him, you seethe with anger watching his cocky stride. How could anyone be attracted to that?!

“He’s just so perfect...” she sighs eyeing him as he attempts to charm every person in the room.

“He’s a scoundrel, like his dad.”

“Dangerous... that’s hot! But I bet that’s not where the resemblance stops” she says smirking back at you. You knew what she was talking about, there was a rumor going around when you all were in boarding school about his dad having a huge... well, penis. Harriet bites her lip and grabs your hand, walking away.

“Wait, where are we going?” You asked as you were being dragged through the crowd.

“To Philip, duh!” Your eyes widen, “I’m going to shoot my shot.”

Before you can respond, Philip is already in view. And he’s already noticed you. His eyes widen as he scans you from head to toe making your face redden like a tomato. His face brightens as he realized you’re headed his way and starts towards the two of you.

“Hey um, Harriet?” You ask anxiously pulling her back into the crowd a little, “it’s getting stuffy in here I think I’m going to step outside for a second. But I’ll catch up with you later!” You release from her grasp and rush out before she can respond.

You step out into the balcony, farthest from the main ballroom. Breathing in the crisp night air, you take a deep breath and sigh. You look out at the garden below you try to clear your head. When you caught sight of Philip you had the worst feeling you had ever had. Attraction. You couldn’t tell earlier, but the sick to the stomach feeling you felt around him, for the first time, wasn’t pure hatred. He just looked so good in his suit, it complemented him so well... and his hair, he always wore his stupid school hat and his hair was always so greasy, but when you saw him, you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to run your hands through his hair. And his smile. The way his face lightened you when he saw you made your heart soar. You groaned shaking your head. You rubbed your temples thinking, why? Why now? Why are all these emotions being thrown at me now? It has to be the fault of your cycle. You plop yourself down on the stone bench and run your hands through your hair muttering,

“Stupid Hamilton boy...”

“Yes?”

You swore that was in your head, but it couldn’t be. That voice was too real. You freeze, trying not to make sudden movements, hoping that he wouldn’t see you in the dark.

“Just cause you’re not moving, doesn’t mean I can’t see you.”

Great.

“How long have been standing there?” You say quietly, breaking the short silence.

“Long enough to know that you, of all people, are thinking about me.” He says walking towards you figure. Without even looking at him you can already tell he’s smirking. What a cocky bastard.

“Of course you jump straight to that. Why are you following me around anyways?” You growl, glaring at him only making him laugh.

“Because you look beautiful...” as he says that you feel your stomach do flips. His stare is pouring down on you and you try your hardest to not to make it obvious that he is the only thing on your mind, “Glad you took my advice to heart, that dress is smokin’...”

You roll your eyes and stand up intending on walking away when he grabs your wrist pulling you back.

“I came out here to ask a pretty girl for a dance,” he smiles at your scowling face and you can’t help but relax, “please don’t make my trip all the way out here worthless”

He gives you a pouty face, making you chuckle a little.

“Fine. Only so I can keep an eye on you. Make sure you don’t do anything stupid, like you usually are.” You joke, glad the mood is light. He leaves a kiss to your knuckle and links your arms, leading you back to the ballroom.

“I like your smile. You should smile more.” he says, looking forward.

“What? Don’t tell me what to do.” You say scoffing.

“No, that’s not what I meant I- I just wish I could see you smile more. You have a beautiful smile Y/N, that’s all. No need to get all defensive” he says as he stands in front of you. He places his hand on the small of your back and you hold his shoulder as your opposite hands intertwine. The two of you begin to join the dance. You smirk and purposely step on his toe.

“Ouch, Hey! What was that for?” He says lightly hopping on one foot.

“Oh, my bad. It was only an accident, no need to get all defensive” you say mocking him.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, little girl. I wouldn’t accept this unladylike behavior from anyone else.” He jokes making you snort a little.

“Yeah right, you’d take any damsel who would throw themselves at you.”

“Oh yeah?” He says giving you a challenging look. You suddenly realize how close his face is to yours making you notice the small details of his face. His sharp cheekbones, his deep brown eyes, his long black eyelashes, his stupid toothy smile that somehow manages to make your knees go weak, and God, those little freckles that sprinkled his smooth skin, you couldn’t stop your mind from wondering where else he had freckles. You are lost in the trance of his face until you feel his hand that was on your back, slither too far down for your liking.

“Watch your hand there, Hamilton. Before I break them off myself.” you snap, making him hold both his hands up in surrender, shrugging.

“Sorry, I thought you would be too distracted by my face to notice- Ow!” You stepped on his foot again to shut him up, “okay okay... at least I’m willing to admit that I’m hypnotized by yours anyways.”

By now your noses are practically touching. You feel the blush rise up to your cheeks when you feel his hot breath, but you bite your lip to keep a neutral face.

“Hey don’t bite your lip...” he says making your gaze rise up into his eyes, “...that’s my job”

Suddenly you turn your head to the side, feeling the urge to close the space between you two. Philip holds back not wanting to force a kiss, and your lips almost reach his until...

To be continued!

A/N: I’m super late to the Hamilton fandom, but it just so happened that the Hamilton movie was announced today so I guess I’m early and late... part 2?

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Bellamy Blake - FWB P2

Summary: You end up shopping with Bellamy when Octavia cancels

Part 1 Part 3

Smut between ~~~ Bellamy knocked on his sister’s apartment door, surprised to be greeted by more of a tornado than his sister.

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re here.” She said, as she opened the door for him and immediately abandoned it.

“What’s up, O?” He asked, closing the door behind him. “Your text was pretty vague but you know I’m always here for you.”

Octavia rushed around the apartment. “Indra just called me into work last minute and I’m not going to have time to walk Helios. Could you please?”

Bellamy looked down, making eye contact with his sister’s dog. “Uh, yeah sure, I can do that.”

“Thank you!” She said desperately as she brushed her hair at the same time as running back into the kitchen, shoving a bite of bagel into her mouth. “Ughh, I hate when I’m called in last minute like this and have to cancel all my plans.” She said while chewing. “You know I had plans with Y/N today right?”

“I actually didn’t.” He replied, trying to keep up with her. It never failed to amaze him how many things his sister could do at once.

“Yeah, well, we did and now I’m just expected to cancel them. Which I feel really bad for too since she’s going to this wedding this weekend right, and she’s super nervous ‘cause her parents will be there and she like never sees them ‘cause they hate her, right?” She bolted for the bathroom to finish her hair now.

“Oh, I’m sure they don’t hate-”

“Either way she’s never met their standards and they don’t get along.” Octavia interjected. “So anyways, I was supposed to help her go dress shopping and find her something incredible that would make her feel confident to face them and-” she paused, looking in the bathroom mirror. She made a face and quickly changed her outfit. “Anyways, now, I feel like I’ve let her down as a friend, you know? Like I know this was really important to her but there’s really nothing I can do now.” She ran from her closet to the bathroom again and quickly tied up her hair in a ponytail instead of keeping it down.

“Well hey, what if I go with her?” Bellamy suggested.

Octavia was brushing her teeth now and looked back at him, mouth sudsing. “You’d really do that?”

“Well sure, I mean I’ve gone shopping with you tons of times. You’ve even sent me out to buy you something before. I’ve got pretty good taste, I think I’d be fine.”

“Yeah?” She spit out her toothpaste and rinsed. “Okay that’d be great!” She hurried back to the front of the apartment.

“Well I’ve got to run!” Octavia grabbed her keys and headed for the door before running back to give Bellamy a quick hug. “Best brother ever. Bye!”

“Have a good day at work O!” Bellamy called after her.

***

Just after Bellamy had returned to his sister’s apartment after walking Helios, Octavia’s buzzer rang.

“Yeah?” He answered.

You looked at the intercom speaker, surprised it wasn’t Octavia answering.

“Bellamy?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be right down just gotta take off Helios’ leash.”

“Umm… okay?” You responded and began waiting patiently at the door until he showed up.

“Change of plans, my sister was called in for work today so I’m going to be shopping with you instead.” He explained.

You stifled a giggle. “I’m sorry… you’re going shopping with me?”

“Yeah.” He looked slightly offended. “What, you don’t think I’ve got enough style for the job?” He teased.

“Well, I don’t mean to be sexist or anything, but… you’re… a guy. Won’t you be bored?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’ve gone shopping before with my sister loads of times. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” You shrugged and began walking to your first store.

“Hello! How are you today?” The sales associate greeted. “Is there anything I can help you find?”

Normally you didn’t bother getting the associates involved, you felt bad for it if you couldn’t find anything you like but before you could say you were just looking, Bellamy spoke up for you.

“This lovely lady here is looking for a dress to attend a wedding. Do you have anything in your store as beautiful as her?”

You blushed a light shade of pink.

“Well we do have quite a few cocktail dresses in our newest summer collection that I believe would accompany her radiance very nicely.” The woman lead the way to the section and you followed behind Bellamy.

She was right, their summer collection was beautiful. You stepped out of the change room to meet Bellamy’s eyes. He was sitting on a cushioned bench they had.

“I definitely think the style suits you… what is it again um…” he searched for the right words and snapped his fingers when it came to him, “A-Line! It suits your body type well.”

“I’m not sure I like the color though….” You contemplated, looking in the mirror now. Bellamy came up behind you and joined you in the mirror.

He nodded. “Yeah, I see what you mean. Maybe just not the right shade for your complexion?” He turned and grabbed a different dress from the sales associate. “Try this one.”

You took the dress from him and returned to the changing room. This repeated a few times. Either the color was off or the style wasn’t right or you just didn’t feel comfortable in it. You began to get a little frustrated with the sales associate’s choices. When you came out this time in a strange frock that felt funny on your arms, you couldn’t find Bellamy.

“Bellamy?” You called, looking around. The store was pretty big and you couldn’t see him or the associate anywhere. Awkwardly, you tip toed around the store in your socks, not wanting to get in trouble for walking away from the change rooms in the uncomfortable dress.

“Bellamy??” You continued to call in a hushed voice not to draw attention to yourself.

“Over here!” He eventually responded from the back of the store. You made your way through the maze of aisles and racks of clothes. He held up an a-line cocktail dress with flowers on it that had a vintage feel to it.

“I think we were on the right track with that first one, we just needed the same style but a different design. What do you think of this?”

You nodded your head. It was really pretty. You took the dress with you to the change room and he trailed behind you, taking his time to look at any other dresses he might have missed on the way to the back. You put on the flower dress and immediately loved it. You met him outside of the change room and he nodded.

“Gotta do the twirl test.” He smiled and you spun, letting the dress twirl outward. “Looks great.”

You beamed. “I love it.”

“You should get it then!” He encouraged. “It really suits you.”

You agreed and changed back into the sundress you had come shopping in. When you exited the change room you’d lost Bellamy again. Figuring he’d turn up eventually, you made your way to the front of the store and had the dress rung through the till. Just as you were taking your receipt from the sales associate, Bellamy came over to you.

“I’ve found an amazing dress in the back. It’s on sale and perfect for you to wear to work.” He said excitedly.

“But, I’ve already gone through the till?” You pointed out, waving your receipt.

“Oh.” He looked from you to the receipt. “It’s honestly such a steal though. $9 from $99. And like I said, you could wear it to work.”

You thought about it. You were always in need of more clothes that suited your work’s dress code. One of your work staples had recently worn a hole in one of the seams so it wasn’t a bad idea. And you couldn’t say no to that great of a sale. You agreed and he showed you the dress at the back. There was another set of changing rooms nearby so you changed in the closer one. Quickly realizing the dress was too snug for you, you tried to take it off. You wrestled with the fabric, trying to pull it back over your head as there was no zipper. You tugged and accidentally fell against the wall a little, causing you to let out an awkward “Ah!”

“Are you okay?” Bellamy asked, hearing the thudding around and you squealing.

“I’m-fine. I’m-just-agh-stuck!” You continued to struggle.

“Do you need some help?” He asked at the curtain now.

You sighed and stopped struggling. “Yes please.”

He entered the small room and saw you begin to flail your arms, trying to reach a better angle to pull at the dress. It was lodged on your head and part of your torso so he couldn’t see your face. He put a hand to his mouth as he made a failed attempt to conceal his laughter.

“Hold on” he chuckled and helped you pull the dress off of your body.

You exhaled in relief and looked up, meeting his gaze. His long hair fell partially in his face, wisps just gently caressing his cheek. He was standing really close to you in the confined room and you suddenly became aware how exposed you currently were. You stood in front of him in your lace bra and panties, and yet rather than feeling embarrassment for how little clothes you had on, all you could think about was taking them off.

“Umm… I guess I should…” he turned to leave but you reached your arm out and stopped him, still meeting his gaze. His eyes traveled down your body and back up to your eyes. The sparks between you two were obvious. Then in a swift sudden moment, your lips collided, kindling the fire inside you.

~~~

The heat that had been radiating between you two seemed to blind you to reason. Like embers to gasoline, the passion overtook you both. Frantically he fumbled with your bra clasp as you yanked off his shirt and scrambled to unbuckle his pants. In one fleeting moment he threw off your panties and gripped into your thighs, lifting you up to him. You wrapped your legs around his torso to help steady yourself. He pushed into you and you bit your lip to keep quiet as he began slamming into you against the wall. The smallest of whimpers escaped your lips as you felt his mouth on your chest, warming you up to him even more. Moving faster, you both breathed heavily as you felt the fire scorching through you. And just as quickly as it started, it ended.

~~~

It all happened in a blur. You remember kissing and things escalating and then suddenly you found yourself in a compromising position, face to face with a police officer. Oops.

“What the hell happened?!!!” Octavia exclaimed as an officer unlocked the cell that had been holding you and Bellamy for the past few hours.

“I get a message at work that my brother is in jail and do I want to pick him up. Seriously Bellamy?! What did you do?!”

“Me” You mumbled not loud enough for her to hear. Bellamy heard though and cracked a small smile before getting serious again and attempting to explain to Octavia what happened, in the least graphic terms possible.

“So you were caught fucking in public.” Octavia stated, unimpressed. “I can’t believe you two!!! I didn’t even know you were involved!”

You both quickly denied that.

She rolled her eyes. “Great well I’m sure that’s going to go over well.” She huffed angrily as you were handed back your belongings and you all left the station.

“Just. Please. If you’re going to fuck around, be smarter about it? For my sake? I don’t like picking up my brother and my friend from the cops.” She lectured. You knew it was only because she was worried about you both and stressed with work.

She stopped in front of her car and looked at you for a moment. “Did you at least find a nice dress?”

You reached into the bag that had just been returned to you. You pulled out the dress and held it up for her to see.

“Good.” She nodded, seeming more calm. But when she got in the car she went back to lecturing again.

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