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[cramberry24]

I Am No Mother, I Am No Bride, I Am King

Ao3 Link

Pairing: Robert Zussman/Original Female Character

Tags: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Language, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Period Typical Attitudes, Historical References, Historical Inaccuracy, War, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Medical Inaccuracies, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Friendship, Period-Typical Sexism, Idiots in Love, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Homophobia, Feminist Themes, Queer Themes, Survivor Guilt, Self-Esteem Issues, Blood and Gore, Graphic Description of Corpses, Protective Robert Zussman, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Choking, Buried Alive, Not Actually Unrequited Love

Summary: Evelyn O'Shea just wanted to do her duty, for her family and her country, and get this war over and done with. At first, that just meant learning to be a nurse, but soon she finds herself leaving her medical division and trading in medical kits for guns and bullets, joining the Bloody First as a combat soldier. She's never been one to back down from a challenge, and with new and old friends at her back, she thinks she might just make it through this God-forsaken war in one piece. But if there's one thing she's learned in life, it's to hope for the best and prepare for the worst, and as she gets deeper into the war, as she begins to lose her heart to one of her squadmates, she starts to realize that there are things no one can prepare for, and that no one can come back from.

Actually terrified posting this but here's a fic I've been working on for forever! I try to update every Sunday!

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Welp, here's the video of my first show, have fun!

[cramberry24]

I Am No Mother, I Am No Bride, I Am King

Happy Update Day! Also known as Sunday lol. This chapter lowkey fought me a bit, but at last she's done and released into the wild

Chapter 10: Don't Call It a Comeback, I've Been Here for Years is now officially up!

Pairing: Robert Zussman/OFC

Tags: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Language, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Period Typical Attitudes, Historical References, Historical Inaccuracy, War, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Medical Inaccuracies, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Friendship, Period-Typical Sexism, Idiots in Love, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Homophobia, Feminist Themes, Queer Themes, Survivor Guilt, Self-Esteem Issues, Blood and Gore, Graphic Description of Corpses, Protective Robert Zussman, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Choking, Buried Alive, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Denial of Feelings, Misunderstandings, Yearning, Mutual Pining

Summary: The Bloody First liberates Paris, featuring more flashbacks to basics and the formation of the gang.

Little sneak peak below, the entire chapter is up on ao3, linked up above in the chapter title!

“Remember,” Eve says, keeping her voice low. “It’s all about being quiet.  We go in fast and silent.  Don’t let anyone get upstairs or set off any kind of alarm.  And for fuck’s sake, only shoot Jerry, don’t forget about the prisoners.  Control your fire.  Everyone have their silencers on?”

Everyone nods.  Eve lifts her head up, looking for the moon.  She’s a thick crescent, nearly half illuminated, and there’s a smattering of stars not covered by clouds.  Taking a deep breath, Eve looks back down, gesturing for Woods to take the door.

As soon as he opens it, Eve and Marsh move in.  Marsh remains low, in a crouch, and Eve is directly behind him, aiming over him, and the two immediately get to work.  They’ve gone over this dozens of times, and it pays off.  Marsh starts on the left, Eve looking for immediate threats, and when Del and Woods come in behind them, they focus their fire on the right.  The silencers do their job, and they’re so quick most of the soldiers down here don’t even have a chance to yell.  It helps to have the element of surprise - some of the soldiers are drunk, others strewn out and playing cards, unprepared for an attack.  Eve’s eyes find the stairwell leading upstairs, and she watches it intensely as they all move into the cellar to make sure no one darts away to alert anyone to their presence.

It takes less than a minute.  On Eve’s command, Rojas and Pig flank the stairwell, knives out, ready to dispatch of any unlucky Germans who may happen to wander down to the cellar.  Lowe and Woods man the door leading to the courtyard in a similar fashion, and Eve, Del, and Marsh clear the rest of the cellar.  Marsh pulls a ring of iron keys off one of the dead Krauts and tosses it to Eve.  There are two resistance members imprisoned down here, a man in one of the cells who’s free after Eve unlocks the door, and a woman who exits from a room at the far end of the cellar.  Neither of them speak English, and there’s no one in their squad who can speak fluent French, but they both mutter a quick “vive la resistance” and help themselves to the dead Germans weapons.

Waiting at the stairwell, the time passes for the gates to blow, and nothing happens.  Eve shifts nervously, grinding her teeth together, and her squad feeds into her anxious energy.

“What if it went off and we didn’t hear?” Rojas asks.

“You dumb or something?” Dellucci responds. “You don’t think we’d hear the fucking bombs?”

“Del’s right,” Eve cuts in, even though the words physically hurt to say. “We’ll hear them, and probably feel them, too.”

“But why haven’t they gone off yet?” Pig, this time.

“Something went wrong,” Del says. “We should attack, now.”

“No.  We wait for the signal.”

“It’s not gonna come, they failed-“

“We don’t know that-“

“Knew this was a stupid fuckin’ mission-“

“Shut the fuck up and get ready,” Eve snarls, whipping around to glare at her squad, and their whispered comments silence. “We just need to wait.  Rousseau’s not going to fail.”

But it’s been over a minute, now, and still nothing.  If something has gone wrong, the rest of the platoon will sink back, away from the Garrison to regroup and get a new plan of attack.  Eve’s squad, though?  They’re stuck here.  Trapped at the German headquarters in the middle of a city crawling with Nazis.  They can’t attack the Garrison with just the six of them, plus the two resistance members.  But if they escape out the courtyard, where will they go?

If Rousseau and Crowley failed, then Eve and her squad are as good as dead.

Expendable, a voice hisses in the back of her mind, and that’s the moment a distant thundering boom rocks and shakes the cellar.

“Go, now!”