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Hi. I love your JnH fanfics- And I thought- What If you did them, with a sick S/O? Have a lovely day!
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โฐโโค CARMILLAS NOTES : omg tysm!! i rlly love writing for j&h <3 also wasnt sure if you just wanted hyde and jekyll or all the characters so i just did them all
โฐโโค WARNINGS: a few mentions of throw up. hyde is ooc
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โญ๏ธ he doesnโt panic that much and heโs very caring while youโre sick. he kind of hates cooking as i said in an earlier headcanon but he pushes that to the side as his main focus is taking care of you. he doesnโt let you get up from your bed unless he has to change the sheets and even then he just carries you to a chair. heโs not very afraid of getting sick so heโll lay beside you and mess with your hair or just to keep you company, especially if youโre cold. he doesnโt hesitate to get up and get you an extra blanket if needed, or something else if the room is too hot. heโs very good about checking your temperature and getting you any food and water you might need, like i said before his only focus right now is making sure you get better.
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โญ๏ธ doesnโt do as much as jekyll, but he tries his best (kind of.) heโll mostly stay away for the most part and check up on you every few hours, but he doesnโt want to get sick. surprisingly, heโs actually pretty good at cooking and doesnโt mind doing it so heโs on it if youโre hungry. if he does stay in the room, itโs most likely in a chair beside your bed where he just rants about whatever until he gets bored or you fall asleep. he wonโt ever admit it, but he actually kind of likes taking care of you. if you fall asleep uncovered by a blanket because it was hot, he rolls his eyes and covers your body with his jacket because the blanket might be too hot and his jacket will be better with keeping you cool. heโs weirdly gentle when your sick but never at any other times.
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โญ๏ธ he doesnโt really know what to do. obviously he really wants you to get better, but heโs completely unsure of what to do. the second he sees youโre ill he panics for the first ten minutes before calling utterson and explaining the situation to him. after talking to him for awhile, not very long but still a significant amount of time, his attention is back to you. he asks you what you need and what you want, what he can do for you, all of that. also doesnโt want to get sick but heโll stay in the room, probably just in a chair a few feet away. if you ask him for anything heโs up and getting it before you have the full sentence out. also very willing to offer his jacket if youโre cold, has run down the hallway and tripped to get it for you before. heโs very worried the entire time youโre sick.
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โญ๏ธ heโs probably the calmest of them all, close to jekyll. he already knows what to do. he has you lay in bed all day and is careful to keep his distance but is also never that far away. you donโt even have to ask him for food or water or to hold your hair back (if itโs long enough) if you throw up, heโs already doing it. every few hours heโll reach over and place a hand on your forehead to check your temperature and keeps track of if it gets hotter or cools down, he calls for medical attention the second itโs unhealthily hot. if he has to go out and do something because heโs a busy man, he always leaves somebody in charge of making sure you donโt get even more sick or injure yourself in some way, and heโs very strict with making that clear. youโre only sick for a few days with him because heโs very quick and skilled with getting you back to good health.
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โญ๏ธ another one whoโs very calm and quick with making you better, he is a doctor after all. even if heโs not that kind of doctor heโs still skilled with making you feel better. heโs very good at cooking and makes foods he knows will be easy to stomach and gives enough of it where youโll be full but wonโt throw up. every once in awhile heโll come back into the room and have you sit up in bed and heโll brush your hair and get you to go to the bathroom to brush your teeth or shower or whatever. once your body is a bit more healed and you arenโt dizzy much anymore, thatโs when heโll start to let you get up and get your own things but it really depends on what it is and how far away. if itโs down the hall or across the room he wonโt stop you, but if itโs down the stairs or across the house heโll convince you to let him get it for you. your healthy quickly with him as well, even quicker then with utterson.
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โญ๏ธ sheโs kind of worried the entire time. not completely but definitely isnโt very calm about you being sick. lucy herself hasnโt been sick much in her life so sheโs not very experienced with taking care of sick people so sheโll ask you what you need and/or want. water, food, drinks, something to throw up in shes on it. she doesnโt really care if you get her sick and even if you do sheโll still be more focused on taking care of you then herself. she understands that sleeping with sick is difficult, so sheโll read to you or just rant about her day or sit there quietly depending on how you feel and let you rest your head on her shoulder/lap and play with your hair as an attempt to help you sleep. like i said sheโs not very experienced so the entire time she wants to call jekyll or somebody for help but sheโll wait until she feels itโs completely necessary before asking for help. she might not admit it at first but she secretly didnโt really mind (liked) taking care of you.
#mars writing ๐ง#jekyll and hyde (marlees version ๐งช)#the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde#dr jekyll and mr hyde#jekyll and hyde#henry jekyll#dr jekyll#henry jekyll x reader#edward hyde#mr hyde#edward hyde x reader#richard enfield#mr enfield#richard enfield x reader#mr enfield x reader#gabriel utterson#dr utterson#gabriel utterson x reader#dr utterson x reader#hastie lanyon#dr lanyon#hastie lanyon x reader#dr lanyon x reader#lucy harris#lucy harris x reader
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โญ . . . ๐ณ๐ ๐น๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐. ๐ท๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฝแตสณโฑแตโฑโฟแตหก แตแตแตแต โบ แตแตแถปแต แตแตแตแต แตโฟหกสธโพ เฉญ
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ
โฟธ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โโคโ๏น๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ค ๐ด๐ง๐ธ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ด๐ง๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ด๏น โฟธ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโคโ๏น๐๐ฆ๐ฌ๐บ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐บ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๏น โฟธ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โโคโ๏น๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ด๏น
๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต
โฟธ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโคโ๏น๐๐ฆ๐ฌ๐บ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐บ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๏น โฟธ โ๐ฐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โโคโ๏น๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ค ๐ด๐ง๐ธ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ด๐ง๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ด๏น
๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ข๐ธ๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ
๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐บ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ณ ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐บ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ต๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ
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๐๐๐๐ โ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ
#x reader#the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde#Henry Jekyll#Henry Jekyll x reader#Edward Hyde#Edward Hyde x reader#Mr Utterson#Mr Utterson x reader#Dr Lanyon#Dr Lanyon x reader#Poole#Poole x reader#Mr Enfield#Mr enfield x reader#mazm jekyll and hyde#mazm
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Protection || Thomas Shelby x reader
Synopsis: You were protecting your son, Charlie when Billy Kimber's men ambushed your shared home. Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader Warnings: ANGST w/ comfort, reader gets injured, gun violence, mentions of blood, swearing, Grace's being mentioned once - s2 spoiler Notes: Not proofread, grammatical errors, GIF is mine Click here to find the main masterlist. Click here to find the PEAKY BLINDERS masterlist.
As another regular evening took place, a sense of peace descended over Thomas Shelby and his wife's shared home. While Tommy was busy with his business and papers, you found yourself wandering the enormous area of the estate with your young son, Charlie.
Marriage with Tommy wasn't for the faint of heart. You were highly aware of the ongoing danger that accompanied his lifestyle, the circulating threats and enemies that followed your husband's every step. Despite the obvious risks your love for him remained strong. You treasured him not as an infamous gangster, but as the man who made you feel valued, protected, and appreciated.
There was nothing but silence in the huge home; you could hear the clock ticking and the curtains flapping as the breeze shook the cloth. It was a Saturday night, so the maids weren't working, leaving you and Charlie alone. Charlie's eyelids were going drowsy as you cuddled him, softly caressing his back and humming his favorite lullaby. Looking at the clock, you realized how late it was, and Tommy hadn't returned home yet.
You heard the main entrance door open with a loud bang. Although it seemed strange, you assumed Tommy was just returning from a stressful day at work. Charlie woke up from his sleep and let out a loud cry when you heard gunfires as you were ready to leave your shared room. You were so terrified that you thought your legs were paralyzed. Without wasting any time, you grabbed Charlie and put his little body against your shoulder, giving him a tight hug.
With Charlie in one hand, you dashed to the door, locked it almost instantly, and took out the Enfield No. 2 six-bullet handgun that your husband had given you as a birthday present from the nightstand's drawer. You grab the gun and duck into the shared bedroom's bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
The room was filled with the sound of the little Shelby's piercing cries, which seemed to come from every corner. You tried so hard to soothe him, cooing softly, but all it did was make his cries louder and more echoing through the walls. As you tried to calm him, your hands trembled with fear and your fingers stuttering, a sign of your growing terror running down your face. You felt powerless in the face of Charlie's constant tears, and you started to search for a way out of the mess.
You started nervously to pray while holding a child in your arms. Tears were beginning to fall from your eyes and the prayers were mumbling on your lips.
Charlie and you were found by whoever was in your shared room as you heard the door slam. Breathless, you lowered your son onto the empty, shallow bath tub behind you and spoke to him to stop crying. and that you will return quickly. When the toilet door opened, two armed men in a hideous black suit and a top hat appeared; they were Billy Kimber workers.
One of the armed men circled around you and exclaimed, "Aye look, it's Mrs. Shelby," as you aimed your handgun at him, your hands shaking with terror. You've never been skilled with a gun. Tommy giving you a gun like that surprised you. He would not stop stating,ย "You'll use that in the future."
and perhaps the future was today.
"Suprised a Shelby doesn't know how to use a gun. How about we gift Thomas Shelby the lifeless body of his dear wife?" the man laughed. You raised the gun without thinking, your hand steady from the rush of adrenaline pumping through you, and took aim at the man's skull. The bullet cracked sharply and shot out of the barrel, piercing the air and hitting its target with terrifying accuracy. With a bleak proof to your determination, fortune smiled on you as the bullet hit accurate, plunging into the man's forehead with fatal force and instantly taking his life.
Attempting to fire another shot to the other man, you missed.
Suddenly, you heard a bang go off but paid no mind. Attempting to shoot again, you finally succeded; three bullets all over the now lifeless man's torso. The sight of the lifeless bodies made you feel sick but you chose to ignore it as you dropped your used gun to go and grab Charlie and ask for help. You grabbed your son right away, immediately hugging him and kissed his little forehead.
Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name; Tommy.
His voice reaching out for you made you sigh with relief. Your husband ran toward you as your legs found their way to the stairs to return to him. You embraced him, resting your head on his chest and taking in his manly scent as you exhaled. "Oh god, Tommy.."
She took Charlie out of your arms and gave you a minute to rest in Tommy's calming presence in Polly's comforting presence. Tommy's hand gently cradled the back of your head as you leaned into him, seeking solace from the chaos of the moment in his gentle, comforting touch. His voice, a comforting whisper that passed through the chaos, whispered, "You're safe now, love."
He felt a warm wetness on his dark blue vest, making him break the hug to see what it was.
Tommy's eyes widened in fear at what he saw, and he let out a gasp. Once an image of elegance, your immaculate white evening gown now had a scarlet stain of blood creeping across it, the color standing out against the fabric. The room seemed to spin in a dizzying twister, threatening to paralyze you as the color faded from your face, your face was pale and your vision seemed to spin like a twister.
"Did you get shot?" he worriedly asked. Confused by his question, you looked down at your stomach, seeing the color red slowly colonizing your white evening gown.
"I - I um.. Tommy, I feel dizzy.." your fragile legs gave up, his strong arms catched you almost immediately.
Your eyes were starting to drop, your body was slowly getting cold, your muscles giving up.
"T - Tommy, why is so cold..?"
Fuck, he mentally cursed at the sight that met his eyes. It was as if God had judged him once more. Grace - this seemed so familiar. His fingers were shaking with fear and worry, his eyes were beginning to water, and his heart had stopped.
"We need a medic!" Polly shouted.
He tries to calm himself down by caressing the strands of your hair before tucking it behind your ear. "Please, stay." he begged.
His frustration was boiling over and his impatience was burning in the way he spoke. He gave orders for the medics with a strong edge to his voice, desperation and anger infusing each word as he demanded their immediate presence.
"Tommy.." you softly called his name before darkness took you.
Your stomach hurt and your brain throbbed when you woke up. Beside you, you noticed your husband uncomfortably sleeping on the wooden chair. You noticed that the ash tray on the table stand next to you was filled with used cigarettes, indicating that you had been out for a while. You were trying to sit up and Tommy woke up to the sound of your pained moans. His bright blue eyes met yours. Eyebags developed under his eyes as a result of struggling to sleep due to the chance that you wouldn't wake up anymore.
"Easy, love." he said.
In an attempt to prevent him from harming you, he cradled your back so you could lie down peacefully once moreโas though you were a piece of glass that would shatter the moment it was touched.
He deeply blames himself for what happened to you. If only he was there that night. If only he went home early, you and Charlie wouldn't be in this situation.
"Where's Charlie?" you asked right away, your eyes looking everywhere in the room to see if your child was there or not.
"He's with Aunt Pol, (y/n). He's safe with her, don't worry."
With both of his hands clasped around yours, he sobbed out loud in front of you, unable to stop himself from crying. He felt responsible, guilty, and like a terrible partner for failing to give you protection.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." he cried as he apologized, kissing your hands.
You smiled softly as you placed your right hand on his face for him to look at you.
"It's not your fault, Tommy. The good thing is that me and Charlie are safe." reassuring, you gave him a weak smile.
"I thought I lost you." he exhaled in exhaustion, standing up as he kissed your head.
"I would never leave you, Tommy."
"Please don't."
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Prompt 24: Christmas Party
Pairing:ย Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader
POV:ย Second, Reader
Setting:ย Sir Pennโs Estate, Christmas Party 1850
A/N:ย So, itโs the last day of 2023 and Iโm finally able to sit down for a little while to write and post this. We are having a calm New Year Celebration, just us three here at home with homemade sushi and some (neighbours will be shooting a lot though) fireworks so no dressing up, no extra cleaning, no extra cooking or prepping or anything (yes, Iโm loving it after the super busy holiday ๐
). This is a nice little thing to wrap up the year with I think, we get to look back a bit and then enjoy the present time as well with a stoic and sweet Turpin ๐ฅฐ๐
A/N+:ย ย I thought Iโd have some fun and use some real people this time around, sprinkling in a bit of accurate history among the fiction is always a good deal of fun (do keep in mind I have used the real people to enhance this story and my portrayal of them arenโt accurate to any more degree than names, ages, time stamps and professions - have no idea how they were in real life so Iโve just sprinkled in some history Iโve found through the past few years while Iโve written Turpin stories. Just thought I ought to use some of it, you know? ๐) so youโll meet a man called Johan Penn and his wife Ellen Penn (neรฉ English) as they match the time frame and they too have a huge age gap (21 years) between them which I thought would be great fun to use ๐ฅฐ 1850 they had two children and one on the way as well so figured I'd use that too ^^
Tags/TWโs:ย Confessions, Memories, Societal Differences, Fluff, Affection, Growth, Age Gap, Dancing, Friendship
Word Count:ย 2.5k+
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The grand hall of Sir Pennโs estate was dressed in all things Christmas โ garlands, tinsel, hundreds of candles, and sparkling decorations, each pillar wrapped in red and green, each surface covered in all things wonderfully Christmas-themed. You were in heaven, except for one thing โ your husband was nowhere to be found after the first dance of the evening which heโd spent in a stiff sort of grace while twirling you about the room among all the pretty and chatty couples.
โOh, Y/n, how good to see you!โ came the sweet voice of Mrs Ellen Penn, you had first known her as Ellen English though as both you and Richard had been at their wedding three years ago. You felt a kinship with the sweet woman, both of you marrying men far beyond your age, but she had kept within her societal standing as she was the daughter of another well-known engineer, William English of Enfield, much like her husband was John Penn ofย Johan Penn and Sonsย .ย Your husband was of a different societal standing, of course, but both ranked high in their respective fields and often mingled in the same circles so you and Ellen had become great friends over the past years.
โEllen, good evening, how are you?โ you asked, smiling brightly while glancing toward her rounded belly where their third child grew. She laughed and patted her stomach affectionately.
โOh, this is a wild one, I assure you, heโll be the brawny one, I can feel it.โ
โSure itโs a he?โ you asked and she nodded. โWell, three sons, what a blessing you are to your husband,โ you continued and she laughed once more.
โI think heโs quite happy with his lot in life, lord knows I am. I do wish I could have a little daughter too though, you know?โ You nodded, but you werenโt overly fond of children and still had none of your own. You were neither happy nor sad about it, your husband was not the fathering type either, you did suspect he wished for a son to carry on his legacy but you also knew he was not fond of the idea of children beyond that. As he always said, he was perfectly happy to simply have you as you were all that mattered to him.
โWhere is the great judge?โ Ellen asked while glancing around the room, being one of few who knew how you two loved each other and how well he treated you there was none of the usual fear or the like in her voice or expression.
โI confess, heโs managed to slip away. I donโt know where he walked off to but Iโm sure heโll find his way back, as he always does,โ you said with a smile and Ellen smiled back at you. Both of you had been blessed with husbands who adored you, were fools in love, and were beyond possessive of all things regarding you โ it was nice to have a friend who understood, who was in the same position in some ways. The gossip about you had been hard to deal with at first, seeing as you were of lower standing than your husband and with such an age difference the talks had been quite loud about town โ with Ellen by your side, as a true friend in kind, things had become much easier.
You stood off to the side, watching the room while hunting for the man of your dreams who nearly none else seemed able to see as anything other than the ruthless judge who dolled out harsher sentences than any other in the country. He was more to you, different to you, somethingย elseย to you entirely. It hadnโt always been like that, of course. You smiled to yourself as memories of the very first Christmas party you had celebrated together flooded your mind and you drifted off to the past while sipping a ridiculously expensive champagneโฆ
โWill you come visit next week?โ you asked and Ellen beamed at you.
โI would love to, I can leave John and William with my mother for an evening,โ she said and you nodded, knowing full well it was for the benefit of both of you if she did not bring her children โ they were two and one years old so they were a handful of needing constant attention and supervision.
โEllen, my sunshine,โ came the voice of Sir Penn and you both turned towards the man with his full beard and slightly upturned moustache. โCome dance with me,โ he continued and you said your goodbyes before the two walked off. You felt blessed in life at that moment, surrounded by splendour and grandeur you were now used to. Richard had made sure of that, spoiling you endlessly in a manner only he ever could.
Four years earlierโฆ
He was such a harsh, stoic man. Not a smile to be seen, not a softness to him in any manner. It had been a mere month since your November wedding, not enough time to get to know the man who had taken you off your familyโs poor hands to be dressed in finery and held at a strange distance of close but not too close, far away but not too far away โ as if your husband had a shield around him none could penetrate yet physically he had you close.
Your arms were wrapped around his, your hands gently resting atop his wrist, and it felt as if you had been standing there for an eternity, barely speaking a word or even being acknowledged at all. It was nearly as if you did not exist.ย Is it because of you, or because of my background?ย You wondered while you glanced up at the man whose arm you graced. The fact you got tingly all over at his appearance was something you barely could admit to yourself. He was so much older, his greying hair and the slight wrinkles to his face only made him more handsome in your eyes though. But how could you ever confess to such a thing? You still were not sureย whyย the man had wed you.
โJudge Turpin,โ said yet another round-bellied man as he bowed his head to your husband while passing by in the grand Hall of a man called Sir John Penn. You knew nothing of the world you had entered, nor any of the people inhabiting it. It was a terrifying place to be, yet you were not truly afraid as your husband always kept you close (just never close enough).
โLord Burlington,โ your husband said in that drawling dark voice of his but there was no bow of his head, a mere tilt of his chin was enough apparently.
โTired?โ he suddenly asked while you shifted your weight from foot to foot to ease the discomfort of standing still for so long.
You glanced up at him. โNo, simply stiff,โ you admitted while a slight blush warmed your cheeks from his stormy gaze solely focused on you.
โA dance, perhaps?โ he continued and you thought his voice would be your undoing. You found no words so simply nodded and he led you out on the dance floor in that stiff yet gracefully respect commanding manner.
You danced around the room in a waltz, he led you with expertise and there was no hardship in following his lead.ย He really is a good dancer, if only he would soften a tadโฆย He tugged you a little closer as you thought of that and your breath hitched.
โYou look confused,โ he murmured for only you to hear, โam I not leading well?โ
โOh, no, no you are an excellent dancer,โ you hurriedly said in as low a tone as you could while he would still be able to hear you.
โThen why, do tell, the confusion?โ You blushed even deeper at that, averting your gaze to the golden pin in his ascot to gather yourself as you had been wondering how you could be so attracted to a man like him all evening.
โLove?โ he urged and your heart leapt in your chest, as it always did when he used any sweet terms while speaking to you.
โIโ You are very handsome, sir,โ you whispered and his fingers flexed by your waist.
โIs that so?โ
โYesโฆโ
โAnd you are confused by this?โ
โN-no,โ you stuttered in admittance. โI am confused as toย whyย I find you to be the most handsome manโฆโ
โThe most handsome?โ
โYesโฆโย Not that Iโve found many men handsome beforeโฆ Perhaps I have a very singular taste? Strange taste? Wrong taste?ย That last part made you nibble your lip and Richard spun you around.
As he caught you back up, holding you far too close, he leaned in and whispered by your ear. โI shall only ever needย youย to find me handsome, to hear I am theย mostย handsome one in your beautiful eyes matters greatly.โ His baritone voice had you shivering, goosebumps travelling down your spine in waves with the sensation of his breath against your skin.
โRichard, you are so confusing,โ you confessed, your voice a meek noise you had little control over as it hitched.
โHow come?โ
โYou are so cold, yet you say such sweet things at times.โ
โI have been cold toward you?โ A sound close to alarm in his voice.
โNo, well, yes, well, no,โ you stuttered as you thought of it. He hadnโt really been cold toward you, he was gentle and somewhat kind, a bit stiff and stoic, rough around the edges and somewhat harsh at times but no, he had not really been cold โ in your presence towards others, yes, but not towards you now that you thought about it.
Had you really done so so many times? Had you missed his efforts? Been blind to his trials of getting closer to you while you had done all you could to be the good wife of a man in high society โ in a world you did not belong, and did not know how to live within?
โPerhaps I ought to be the one confused,โ he said with something you couldnโt possibly believe to be mirth in his voice. โYou watch me with the most longing in your eyes, yet you do not take kindly to any of my advances, hiding away in the study or refusing to speak to me altogether when I endeavour to start a conversation with you.โ
โWhat?โ
โOh, sweet wife, you have not once engaged fully in a conversation with me, no matter my efforts to start one. You always turn your eyes away, fidgeting with those delicate fingers of yours or offer me one of those tight-lipped smiles. Yes, exactly like that,โ he said as you smiled up at him tightly, endeavouring to stop yourself from breaking out in a flurry of words that you wished to speak but were afraid to as they were wholly improper given the differences between you and your husband.
โI donโt know how to act in your world,โ you confessed, feeling guilt and shame overwhelm your heart and mind.
โAct?โ
โYes, act, be,โ you said.
โLove,โ Richard said and stopped dancing. โYou do notย actย with me, never with me. You live and you are you. There is no acting involved, what ever put that notion in your pretty head?โ he asked with scrunched brows as he nearly glared down at you with disappointment.
You gulped down a breath, feeling your shoulders tense under those intimidating eyes you adored. โI am not from your world, I amโโ
โYou are everything and all the things I could hope for, just as you are. Do you not think I am well aware of who you are? Where you come from? Do you think me a man of little resources and forethought?โ You shook your head and he held on tightly to your waist.
Current timeโฆ
Richard leaned in closer, the world fell away and the beautiful music seemed to die out.
โI am well aware of who you are, from your favourite colour to your preferred foods, your manner of acting with people you care for and how you behave toward strangers. How you fidget when you are worried, how your shoulders tense and how you bite your lip when holding back words, I am beyond aware of your meagre upbringing and the lack of education within high society,โ he said in a rough sort of way you couldnโt make heads or tales of.
โWhat are you saying?โ
โI know you, love, and there is no need to be anything or anyone except for yourself with me.โ
You chuckled to yourself, feeling a tinge of a blush creep up your neck while you thought of that day when everything between the two of you had changed. How you had dared to open up to the harsh man who craved your true self while he had softened toward you and become an encouraging, doting husband who made you blossom into the assured and strong woman you were now. The journey had not been easy, or smooth, but you had both grown together.
Richard had changed little to the outside world, while you had become a different person with him by your side. He was an affectionate, if somewhat depraved and simultaneously doting lover and caring husband even if he was somewhat possessive and harsh. He was perfect for you, as you were perfect for him. You challenged him nowadays, you dared speak your mind unhindered and he actually listened to your words like none other ever had โ like he listened to none other, and no matter what it said about you it honestly made you feel too good to be heard by him.
โLove, there you are,โ Richard said, jolting you out of your thoughts, while he walked up to you in two long strides.
โRichard, darling, where have you been?โ you asked while slipping onto his arm after he gave your temple a swift kiss.
โSir Penn wished for a moment, some legal matters for the Institution.โ
โThe Mechanical Engineers? Everything alright?โ
โOh, more than alright, love. Do not worry that pretty head of yours, I know you care deeply for Mrs Penn, and given her current state I dare say itโs at its height for you, but there are no worries, only paperwork,โ Richard said with a hint of a smile.
โTruly, Richard? Paperwork during the Christmas party?โ
โMy apologies, sweet wife,โ he said with softness and kissed the top of your head.
โYou are forgiven, if you dance a waltz with me,โ you challenged and the deep but low chuckle he graced you with was like music to your soul.
โI shall gladly parade you about, my most beautiful wife,โ he said and began leading you onto the dance floor while your fingers squeezed his and he looked at you with that stormy gaze of his that promised endless love and adorationโฆ
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A/N:ย THAT WAS IT FOR THIS YEAR DARLINGS! 71k of words and it's all finished! ๐ฑโค
The last fic of Rickmas2023 and even if I'm a few days late I finished this year and I wrote a fic for every single prompt and it's been quite the journey. I have really enjoyed this year's event, and doing so many serials was a real challenge tbh but I feel it was the right way to go this year. Also, sidenote, the Penn family does have a daughter a few years after this as well so Ellen's wish does get fulfilled!
I hope you've had lots of fun and feel happy about how this year turned out. This last fic is a little extra dedicated to my Blossom ( @snowblossomreads ), who chose Turpin as the final character for this year's round and I am ever so grateful for her and each one of you darlings โคโคโค I will be getting to the comments, reblogs and tags steadily during the upcoming days as well - I am so so so thankful and grateful for all your loving words and all the time you've spent with me and my writing this December. THANK YOU!
I wish you a super happy 2024 - filled with loved, joy and all the good things! โคโคโค
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A:ย For me, I'd have to say continuing Hans and Anna-Louise's story was my favourite to re-visit and write, but my favourite in general would probably have to be Prompt 9. Missing Star - I have no exact reason, I just absolutely loved it ๐ฅฐ
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"Danse macabre" Edward hyde X reader
Warnings:blood, bad guy ,light obscenity
The afternoon was quite nice the roses and my face were blown by the gentle breeze of fresh air.Ti utterson said he wouldn't be all night I went out with a glass of wine to the garden, it was so beautiful to see the roses.
" What a quiet night" I watched as the dim glow of the moon revealed almost total darkness, I heard a noise in the thorny bushes . "ยฟIs it some animal that was trapped?" Put the cup aside , taking my dress so it would not get dirty with mud and I approached cautiously to avoid pricking myself with the thorns , too bad I was not careful "ouch, im such a fool! "I cursed bringing my finger to my mouth."It hurts ..."
"Of course it was going to hurt... Did you want me to caress the thorns of the roses?"I heard a hoarse voice that gave me chills it was like the thick fog of London, I looked everywhere looking for the owner of that disturbing voice .
"Who's there ?"I turned around looking for him until something moved in the bushes I backed away scared starting to pray
"I'm not a demon, calm down " And someone came out of there unconcerned that his clothes would be ripped by the thorns he didn't care, he was a little short, with hair darker than coal, a disturbing face if I can say that...Hard to describe how it was ,His action made me defensive. I was scared but I had to stay calm."I told you, I'm not a demon"
"Worse than that you're a Monster!'I threw something at him, I don't remember what it was but it made him really mad, he wasn't a human, I knew that.
"Have more respect, you will not mock " He grabbed my wrist so hard, it was like the strength of a hundred men ,I struggled with him but it was very useless doing that on my part.
"Let go of me!" He released me, I breathed relieved rubbing my wrist "Hey, respect the ladies! He is a man who has no respect or chivalry."
"Ha! Respect? Look who's saying it..."He looked me up and down, then smiled.It sent chills down my spine ." give me your hand "
"Because I should ? Can't you see that it hurts and it won't stop bleeding"He rolled his eyes and took my hand by force he took my finger starting to suck and lick the blood, that caused me to shiver.
"What are you doing ?!" He let go of my hand to leave me.
"I'm edward, edward hyde" I mention, walking slowly in circles looking at the garden "Nice garden by the way"
"You haven't told me what is the reason for your strange visit?" I asked, I've never seen him in my life, I once heard Utterson talk about him with Enfield but I never knew who he was until now.
"I was curious to know about that little girl that Gabriel utterson was talking about, I had never heard someone say wonders about a young girl "He cupped my cheek, his hand was cold... colder than snow or like he was dead. "Something happens?"
"no nothing happens"Take my hand away, that man gave me chills, it was terrifying his face caused me something that was not fear ... it was more than terror.
"Well pretty woman, why don't we enjoy the night, you and I are...alone" what?! What did he mean by that ?! , That man named Edward gave me a bad feeling, he approached where he had left my glass, played with the glass moving it in circles p Taking a drink of that wine he was drinking."You have very good taste with wine dear"He gave a hesitant laugh to take another sip from my glass,Suddenly he was on the steps leading inside and he extended his hand to me.
"Come, the night is young"I took his hand and he ran inside I followed him, we reached the hall How did he know where each part of the house was? It was weird .
I saw him approach the turntable, he looked excited, what was he planning to do?
"Would you like to dance with me until you drop?I ask, I looked at him for a few seconds but I couldn't keep my eyes on his red eyes, he terrified me.
"With all pleasure, Mr. Hyde"I leaned down to bow gently lifting my dress, I approached him, I took my waist I held onto his shoulder, we held hands and so the waltz began .His movements were elegant and smooth, it made me nostalgic, as if he was dancing with someone else, it was as if I already knew him, Everything about him seemed familiar to me, even that aroma...almonds And a touch of cognac no, red wine "I'll apologize for what I'm going to say, Mr. Hyde, but you look familiar."
He just smiled quietly...
"I can't tell you for sure if you know me from somewhere but I can say that we have a very common acquaintance between the two of us"
"What does it mean?"I felt how he stopped abruptly still holding my waist and his hand was still connected with mine "If you know me, you know that aroma of almonds... I won't tell you who I am, it's just a facade of absolute goodness "I cupped my cheek, I still maintained the position that it was cold, her touch made me shiver. "I always wanted you, I saw you in those meetings... but I never had the courage to approach"His lips were inches from mine, he put his thumb on my lips "You have beautiful lips, that red color makes you look... special"
"What did you mean you want me? ...he had never seen him, the only meetings he went to were doctor jekyll's"
"Yes, we are on the same page, you are like an angel, a beautiful lady"God, it was quite strange... I had never seen it before, I never saw it.At one point he began to kiss me, my heart was beating fast. I admit it, it's scary and strange but he was very gentlemanly and courteous he knew how to treat me, I put my hands behind his neck caressing His soft, coal-black hair was a quiet kiss, minutes later they turned to languid kisses, he was on top of me on the couch. He pulled away from my lips, gasping for oxygen.
"I always wanted you, and I proved it to you" That smell was still familiar to me, its smell of almonds combined with a perfume and red wine. He approached me again kissing me more fiercely, I felt like touching the sky, I ran a hand behind my back looking for the knot of my corset, I put my hands on his chest to remove the Vest and shirt, he was quite cooperative with me, his body was slim but he looked very good, messy hair obstructing his face.He pulled my dress up taking my thigh, proceeding to kiss me on the neck and clavicle, I did not avoid the fact of that pleasure caused by that strange boy.He intoxicated me with his elegant movements and his aroma, but something in me clicked.
"Wait...this isn't right..."I took him by the shoulders staring at him
"Why not? We are enjoying our carnal passion, let yourself go, I know that deep down you want me..."
"It's a misunderstanding. I...I don't want you. I love...."
"Henry Jekyll? Or am I wrong?" That ? How did she know? She hadn't told him anything about him."That's why...I want you...I know who you are my dear...You don't know who I am because this is the real me, isn't my scent familiar to you? Doesn't it remind you of... henry?"
"Henry... is that you henry?" Sure, why hadn't I thought of that? There was only one who could have smelled so sweet "But how is it possible?"I took his cheeks, before he could say anything I heard the front door click, at the speed of light we got up and dressed again edward helped me with my corset, the problem was My very well combed hair was made a bird's nest, I untied it leaving it loose.
"See you soon my love.." He kissed me one last time before he went out the window, he was quite agile ,I still couldn't believe it was Henry Jekyll, it was very different...
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A photograph of 18th Battalion soldiers training. These soldiers are are members of โCโ Company. Sergeant John Wallace stands at the ready with a Ross Rifle and Baynet with other members of his company. He is stading front row, 3rd from the right. Lance-Sergeant Sifton, VC, is standing to the extreme right with the tip of his bayonet almost touching the frame of the photograph. This rare photograph was definitely taken from between October 1914 to August 30, 1916 (the date the Lee-Enfield SMLE was issued to the Battalion). It was most likely taken in England at West-Sandling May โ September 1915. The Ross rifle had a shorter bayonet than the SMLE and there was a gap between the forward part of the barrel and the attachement points of the bayonet and handle. Source: David Wallace via the 18th Battalion Facebook Group.
A series of four news articles from the St. Thomas Times-Journal illuminates the career of John A. Wallace who was an original member of the 18th Battalion[i]. The articles span from November 1914 to October 1915 and offer insights into the life of Wallace, and by extension, the other non-commissioned men of the Battalion. The articles cover four quite discrete parts of an 18th Battalion soldiersโ service and allow the past to become part of the readerโs present.
John Wallace enlisted on October 26, 1914 in St. Thomas, Ontario. Initially a Private, he had earned the promotion to the rank of Corporal[ii] by the time the 18th Battalion embarked for England in April 1915. He must have been a capable leader and soldier, for being only the age of 22 years old, he had claimed experience with the 2 years with theย Heavy Battery Artillery, Edinburgh, Scotland; 2 years with the Lothian and Border Horse; and a further 2 years with the 25th Regiment[iii]. Certainly, his promotion to corporal was indicative of his abilities and eventually he would earn the rank of Sergeant with the Battalion as it trained in England. He later would obtain the rank of Lieutenant and serve with the 58th Battalion, C.E.F. and sustaining wounds serving in the field.
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The first article, dated November 5, 1914 outlines the activity of recruitment of the men to form the 2nd Canadian Contingent. St. Thomasโ sons appear eager to join and the allotment of 100 enlistments has been obtained. It relates how five recruits went to London, Ontario on that date which meant that only three more enlistments had to be completed before the allotment was filled from that city. Wallace figures prominently in the piece having his name listed first among the five going to London. It appears that his stature in the community, and as will be seen later, in business and golf makes the news of his military experience noteworthy to the town of St. Thomas.
Several of the named men would be members of the 18th Battalion (see endnotes for links to their Soldiers Pages), with Lewis, Green, Beeson, and Haller being clearly identified through their service records.
Bertram M. Haller is an interesting case as he travelled from Preston (Cambridge), Ontario and appears to have been interviewed as part of this article as it is recorded he โโฆis eager to get away as soon as possible.โ It is further interesting to note that all five men identified in this article that served with the 18th Battalion survived the war.
The war was into its fourth month and during that time the 1st Contingent had been formed and it had left for England for further training and acclimation only three weeks prior to this story. The enthusiasm of joining up was evident with the ability to fill this draft.
FIVE MORE MEN OFF FOR CAMP
John Wallace, James Grant[iv], Fred Lewis[v], Harry Green[vi], and Cecil Robertson[vii]
LIEUT. BEESON[viii] HEARS OF HIS APPOINTMENT
St. Thomas Contingent of One Hundred Practically Complete Now.
Five more recruits went to the camp at London Thursday morning marking ninety-seven in al that have gone from this city. As Private J. Aldrich is to be returned home owing to the serious illness of his mother, four more are required and three have passed the doctor. The other man comes up for examination before the doctor this evening.
The five men who went to London on Thursday morning were: John Wallace, James Grant, Fred Lewis, Harry Green and Cecil Robertson. The former, a member of the local Dominion Bank staff, was presented with a wrist watch by the members of the staff prior to his departure to the mobilization camp.
Lt. Beeson Accepted.
Lieut. James Beeson, Collegiate Institute physical instructor, had been notified of his appointment as an officer with the second expeditionary force and had been notified to report at London Friday morning. Lieuts. W.J.Y. Hardy and J.G. Coyne have not as yet been notified to report.
The following are the names of the additional three men who have passed:
William Hill, city, aged 28, chef, no service.
Percy Hill, Tillsonburg, married, aged 37, eight years with the Third West Surries.
Robert Howse, aged 33, married, four years First Tar Hamlet Regiment.
Burt M. Haller[ix] also applied for enlistment on Thursday afternoon and he will be examined for the final man of the 100 allowed from here. He came to the city for the purpose of enlisting[x] at noon and is eager to get away as soon as possible.
Source: St. Thomas Times-Journal. October 19, 1915.
The second letter appears to be written in late May 1915. As the Battalion had only arrived in England in April and established its presence in West Sandling, Kent on the 29th. The War Diary is not overly specific to the activities of the Battalion during that month and it appears to be a time of re-organization and preparation for training. It appears that the non-commissioned and commissioned officers had time allocated for training with units with more experience, as is related in this letter. Sergeant Wallace is attached for temporary duty with the battalion connected with the training and recuperation of the men of the Princess Patriciaโs Light Infantry (PPCLI) and it there seems to be a touch of pride from the tone of Wallaceโs letter as he relates his connection to this storied unit that had suffered so much at 2nd Ypres during the first use of gas by the Germans during an offensive action.
The letter to Dominion Bank Manager E.S. Anderson is reprinted in full and does not appear to be subject to censorship. It gives a good account of the news that was sure to be on all the 2nd Contingent troopsโ lips as they prepared for active duty at the front. The war had been active for almost a year and the casualties witnessed and conversations had by Wallace with veterans would dispel any myths about combat for him and his fellow soldiers. He represents his experiences in a matter-of-fact method without undue sentimentality or exaggeration. One can read between the lines what the effects of combat had to the members of the 1st Canadian Contingent and, particularly, the PPCLI.
Sergeant Wallace then relates his experiences about his course in musketry and from the very early start he has to make from his billet to the training location it appears that he may be attached as an instructor-trainee. Most musketry training sessions appear to last between thirty minutes to an hour (and it is surprising to note the total lack of musketry training of the Battalion during it time in England. The Battalion spend more time on bayonet training, perhaps for physical training and esprit de corps) so it would be reasonable to surmise that Sergeant Wallace was instructing if he had to start so early in the morning.
Sergeant Wallace also gives us a idea of his sense of humour relating, as he does, about his propensity of sleeping in late when he was a civilian and relating how strong his appetite is.
PTE JOHN WALLACE of ST. THOMAS TELLS OF HIS VARIED EXPERIENCES
Former Member of the Dominion Bank Staff Here Writes Interesting Letter to E.S. Anderson โ Stories of Fighting in France
Sgt. J.A. Wallace, ledger keeper at the local branch of the Dominion bank at the time of he enlisted with the 18th Battalion, 2nd Canadian Contingent, at present in Shorncliffe camp in England, writes[xi] interestingly of the strenuous training being given there, and of the large number of the wounded who are convalescing at Shorncliffe hospital in the following letter to E.S. Anderson, manager of the Dominion bank:
Dear Mr. Anderson:
I have just returned from furlough. I had five days which I spent at home[xii]. I think I had the happiest holiday a man could ever had, but the time was much too short.
I have been with my own battalion very little since coming to England, most of my time being spent with the Patricia Pats [Princess Patriciaโs Canadian Light Infantry], which regiment[xiii] I was attached to for a bayonet fighting course. At the base in England where I was, the only men who are there are the wounded and maimed, who are either waiting for their discharge or being trained, that is those of whom are able for further service.
Stories of Awful Fighting.
In the Sergeantโs mess where I was all the sergeants of course had been out in France but where invalided home, and of course I heard a few things while with them about the actual conditions at the front. Apparently, it is an actual hell out there at times[xiv]. All the sergeants in the Pats had practically seen some kind of active service before, some of them having five or six medals but the mention of previous campaigns[xv] and contrasting them with the present big job, only caused laughter. I had a severe course of physical training and bayonet fighting while here[xvi]. The instructor seems to know the limit of human endurance โ โ I donโt think โ because he just about finished me, we had eight hours a day of it. I managed to pull through, however, with an additional three or four inches on to my chest, and a feeling also that I can play my part in the game, and take any hardships that may come my way.
Off to the Front Soon[xvii].
I understand that we wonโt be here for very long now, as the Canadian casualties must now be around seven thousand[xviii] now and the gaps have to be filled some way. I heard to-day that three or four hundred of this battalion have to be drafted over the line next week to replace the losses of the Pats, which practically a new regiment now, there scarcely being a single man of them on the field now, that is of the original regiment. I noticed from the casualty list that Hugh Somerville of St. Thomas had gone under[xix]. The Canadians got into two terrible cut-ups at Hill 60 and Ypres[xx], but they made a great name form themselves on this side, as fighters.
I am stationed at the present near Folkestone, at which part some of the wounded come in and they do roll in there โ by the boat load. The other morning I counted inside of about three hours five trainloads go past. It is a sad thing to watch โ boys who, some of them, canโt be more than sixteen or seventeen, carried on the train absolutely all in; but never a murmur of pain or anything else.
Reville at 3:45 a.m.
I am at present taking a course of musketry at Hythe, in Kent. I have to be there on the range at 6 a.m. which is more than an hourโs walk from where I am stationed. The please part of this business is, that at the very pleasing time in the morning โ 3.45 a.m. to be exact โ Sergeant Wallace, the one-time nine oโclock riser, jumps out of bed. Reville [sic] in ordinary times here has always been 5.15 for me, which to say the least as early enough, but this โere new change of time fixes me. Since it came in I have curtailed my social engagements at Folkestone considerably. If I stay up at night until nine oโclock in fact, I get the idea that I am dissipating and out to be in bed. The weather here since I came with the exception probably of the first week, had been terribly warm. We go everywhere with our full pack now, of about 60 pounds, and it is all the time a case of sweating, sweating, sweating, and them some more sweat.
I beg to state that I am not losing any weight either, as I have as a precaution of future shortage, take the trouble to but a double degree of horse power into my eating strength.
Well, Mr. Anderson its getting around seven oโclock and this โere three-forty-five reville [sic] is starting to prey on my mind. Knowing your strict observance to the virtue of punctuality, I know you donโt want me to be kept up too late or something might happen to my lethal senses in the morning. I must therefore cease fire.
To all the boys my salaams, and with kindest personal regards,
Sincerely yours,
JOHN WALLACE
Source: St. Thomas Times-Journal. June 12, 1915.
ย The third letter is brief, possibly due to the increased tempo involving the preparations for the Battalion to move to the Continent and action at the Front. Sergeant Wallace had a relationship with the Elgin Golf and Country Club (now the St. Thomas Golf and Country Club) with the Golf Captain, a Mr. R.W. Johnson, and Sergeant Wallace is responding to a letter from Johnson. He pokes fun at the Kaiser, intermating that the war will be over for the next golf season and that the Kaiser may find fit employ as a golf caddy or greenkeeper.
Wallace then relates one being involved in creating improvised explosive devices as a substitute in expectation for the newly developed Mills Bomb. These temporary field expedient explosives were a stop-gap measure and had their own dangers, being locally manufactured and having variable quality control.
Sergeant Wallace ends the letter asking to be reminded to the other members of his golf club. It is interesting to note that as a bank clerk he had a membership to a golf club, probably in expectation of promotion and the club would offer a means for social mobility with the social and business contacts he would make from this membership.
KAISER MAY BE CADDYING OR GREENKEEPING AFTER THE WAR
John A. Wallace, Former St. Thomas Banker, Now at the Front, Suggests That His Impertinent Highness May be Looking for a Job When Fighting is Done
The following letter from Sergt. John A. Wallace, formerly of the Dominion Bank, will be read by his many friends with interest. Writing from Sandling Camp, England, just before leaving for France to R.W. Johnson, captain of the Elgin Golf and Country Club, he says:
โI must thank you sincerely for your kind letter, without forgetting, of course, the large hamper of tobacco which it will furnish. I deeply appreciate the kind sentiments expressed by you on behalf of the members of the club.
I am sorry to hear that the war had dampened golfing enthusiasm, but I think you can safely expect an open season next year. The Kaiser is such an extremely versatile creature that it is not unlikely he will be found at a job of caddying or greenkeeping somewhere when the war is over.
Training Completed[xxi]
Our training in England is now completed and we are packing up ready to leave. The first contingent has left us a reputation hard to live up to but if physique, training and spirit count for anything it well be done.
I have of late been learning the gentle art of making bombs out of jam pots, salmon tins, and gas pipe[xxii]. This home-made grenade business, particularly when we are practicing with live bombs, is not quite so peaceful by any means as the times I formerly had at the bank or on the golf course.
I often see James Ritch, although, generally I see more of his dust as he goes buzzing around on his motorcycle.
I hope I will again have the pleasure of meeting my friends at the golf club. Remember me to them all, as they have helped so much in making my stay in St. Thomas enjoyable and cherished.
With kindest personal regards I am yours very sincerely,
JOHN A. WALLACEโ
Mr. Wallace is with โCโ Company, 18th Battalion, 2nd C.E.F.
Source: St. Thomas Times-Journal. September 23, 1915.
The fourth, and last letter, is from Captain Charles Percy Ermatinger to is father. The letter completes the collection with a mention of Sergeant Wallace. The editor and journalists of the St. Thomas paper maintained a story consistent in its approach in making the news of the local men in the C.E.F. important and maintaining a โflowโ of information.
This letter and story is short but gives an indication of the connectivity of people in a geographic area. Captain Ermatinger joined the C.E.F. at St. John, New Brunswick February 1915 and though he may have lived a thousand miles from his home town, he is cognizant of what news may be of interest to his father, a prominent judge and politician who may have been aware of a prominent insurance business man from London, Ontario. Captain Hallam had an involvement in the Canadian Militia and may have served with Captain Ermatinger as he โโฆmakes a feeling referenceโฆโ to Hallam in his letter to his father.
A LETTER FROM CAPT. ERMATINGER
Has Been Transferred to Another Company; Meets John Wallace in England.
Judge C.O. Ermatinger has received an interesting letter from this son, Capt. Percy Ermatinger, who enlisted at Montreal with the Army Medical Corps. Capt. Ermatinger is now with No. 6 Company of the A.S.C., having recently transferred from No. 5 Company. His duties are much the same as a transport officer.
Capt. Ermatinger makes feeling reference to Capt. Arthur Hallam[xxiii], London, Ontario, who was killed in action September 18, and with whom he was well acquainted. Capt. Ermatinger mentions meeting John Wallace of the 18th Battalion, former teller of the Dominion Bank here, and other St. Thomas boys on the firing line. He enclosed in the letter some handkerchiefs worked on by a Belgian refugee.
Source: St. Thomas Times-Journal. October 19, 1915.
With the last letter Sergeant Wallace moves of with his men of โCโ Company, 18th Battalion, 4th Canadian Infantry Brigade, 2nd Division to fight and survive the war, eventually obtaining the rank of lieutenant and serving with the 58th Battalion C.E.F. He would eventually achieve the rank of major and earned a discharge from the C.E.F. in November 1918[xxiv].
The letters offer the reader an insight into the influence of a man, not a native of Canada, who was engaged in the commercial and mercantile life of his community. Wallaceโs efforts in this regard are reflected by the newspaperโs interest in telling his story, in part because it was relevant, and because it related to the social and business interest of the community in which it served. At 23 years of age John Andrew Robertson Wallace had established himself in his new community. He appears (very likely) to be a member of the local militia regiment, the 25th Elgin Regiment, to which he would be exposed to the other men of community, from the labourer to the lawyer. This experience, coupled with his prior military experience in Scotland, appears to have established his martial reputation and led to a promotion to Sergeant some time between his enlistment in November 1914 and the Battalionโs departure for England April 1915. In addition to his obvious banking and business interests, he joined the local golf club with all its social and sporting benefits.
Lieutenant Wallace in an undated photograph. Source: David Wallace via the 18th Battalion Facebook Group.
These connections were so strong that he maintained correspondence with the business and social members of the St. Thomas community, as shown by these letters. Wallace corresponds with his superior at the bank โ a prominent business person. He maintains a relationship with the Golf Captain of his club. This position is a central one for the social and organizational aspect of the club and the captain would have had some credible social and political skills to become the captain. He further is sought out socially by Captain Ermatinger while in England. The connection between these two men is not fully realized from Captain Ermatingerโs letter but if the meeting was not a casual one it shows that Sergeant Wallace had the interest of some of the scions of St. Thomas society.
Death Notice, Barrie Examiner. August 12, 1937. Page 11. Source: David Wallace via the 18th Battalion Facebook Group.
After the war Wallaceโs career as a banker took him to manage a Dominion Bank in Orillia. He died at the age of 45-years old, August 11, 1937.
His bond with St. Thomas was still so strong he was buried there.
ย ย ย ย ย [i] Special thanks to the Wallace Family for sharing these news articles and photographs, the basis for this article.
[ii] The 18th Battalion Nominal Roll, April 1915, records John A. Wallace with the rank of corporal.
[iii] Possibly the 25th Elgin Regiment, St. Thomas, Ontario.
[iv] There is no record of a James Grant in the 18th Battalion April 1915 nominal roll. There is a recorded of a James Grant being a rejected volunteer. The LAC resource does not give enough information to make a definitive determination at this time.
[v] Lewis, George Frederick:ย Service no. 53699 enlisted St. Thomas, Ontario November 2, 1914.
[vi] Green, Harry Arthur:ย Service no. 53027 (Military Medal) enlisted St. Thomas, Ontario November 2, 1914. The attestation papers indicated London, Ontario but the Nominal Roll indicated St. Thomas.
[vii] Not found.
[viii] Beeson, James: Lieutenant enlisted November 4, 1914.
[ix] Haller, Bertram M.:ย Service no. 54023 enlisted November 5, 1914 at St. Thomas, Ontario.
[x] Hallerโs appears to be from Preston (now Cambridge), Ontario and, as stated in the news article, travelled to St. Thomas for a chance to enlist. Perhaps the allotment for Galt/Preston/Hespeler was full. My Grandfather, William Robb Dewar, reg. no. 53902, enlisted October 26, 1914 at Galt. It appears the goal to fill each townโs enlistment quota was to be done by the first week in November. The Kitchener Public Library index card for Bertram Haller indicates he enlisted in Preston and returned to Preston after this service.
[xi] It is estimated that this letter was written in the last week of May 1915. The 18th Battalion had arrived at West Sandling April 29, 1915 and had a rudimentary course of training. The War Diary for this month is not helpful here as it lacks detail.
[xii] Sergeant Wallace was born at Edinburgh, Scotland and listed his mother, Mrs. M. Wallace as living at 35 West Preston Street, Edinburgh, Scotland. It was quite common for soldiers from the Home Country to go on leaves to their families but it also caused a significant problem with soldiers from the 2nd Contingent going absent without leave (A.W.L.). The battalions and the Assistant Provost Marshall had to allocate a fair number of effort and resources to finding, collecting, charging, and punishing these men. For information see the Our Boys Were Certainly No Angels.
[xiii] This is possibly the 23rd Battalion, C.E.F. The soldiers of that battalion did reinforce the PPCLI with 125 men. Some would have been fresh soldiers and some may have been soldiers of the PPCLI that had convalesced and were fit for duty. It would make sense to affect a โtrain the trainerโ strategy by sending soldiers who would be leading training drills to more experienced units for this training.
[xiv] The PPCLI was heavily engaged as recently as May 8, 1915 at Frezenberg. The battle resulted in 8 officers and 392 other ranks as casualties with 4 offices and 108 other ranks killed.
[xv] This may be a reference to the Canadian involvement in South Africa Boer War (1899 โ 1902).
[xvi] See the 18th Battalion June 1915 War Diary for examples of training syllabus.
[xvii] The Battalion embarked for the Continent on September 14, 1915, a full 3 months after this letter was written.
[xviii] 6,000 replacements every three months were required as replacements during this part of the war.
[xix] Private Hugh Somerville was killed in action April 22, 1915.
[xx] Known also as the Battle of Mont Sorrel and the 2nd Battle of Ypres.
[xxi] The Battalion left for the Continent from Folkestone on September 14 arriving in Boulogne, France on September 15, 1915. The Battalion had been filling the trenches at Tolsford Hill in preparation for departure.
[xxii] This relates to the timing of the development of the Mills Bomb. The use of grenades for trench fighting was a key component of the weapons needed for the soldiers of the trenches. The bombs to which Sergeant Wallace is referring to are fused bombs that required a friction fuse or one that would be lit by a cigarette or another source of ignition. There is an example of the use of this type of grenade from the 18th Battalion was related in the 18th Battalion Medical Officerโs War Diary for October 3, 1915 in which he relates that Private Aikenhead, reg. no. 54160 was hit in the head when someone was testing a catapult to fire off bully beef tin grenades.
[xxiii] This name may be an error. There is no record of any soldier of that name being killed or dying of wounds during September or October 1915. However, Captain Ernest Walter Hallam of the 18th Battalion was killed in action on September 29, 1915. It is likely this soldier that is being referred to. He may have been known to the Ermatingers as he was the Manager of Continental Life Insurance Company in London, Ontario.
[xxiv] Wallaces service records have, as of the date of this article, not been digitized.
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Summary:ย The war with Voldemort was over. Draco Malfoy was forced to flee for his life ending up in Muggle London where he met you, the muggle whose house he broke in looking for a place to hide. You agreed to let him hide in your house if he promised to let you live your life normally. How will your relationship work as time passes and you both realiz youโre no longer just partners in crime?
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The next morning you lay awake staring at the ceiling, your eyes following the slow movement of the fan. Did all of that really happened? The sound in the guest room next to yours gave you your answer. With a sigh you moved the covers getting out of bed just in time to stop your alarm, having waking up long before it sounded.ย
You took a short shower, washing your teeth and doing quick work on your hair and work clothes. Just as you walked to your door your arm froze mid air, your grasp on the knob tight as footsteps sounded from the opposite side. A gulp formed in your throat, only being able to swallow it when his footsteps sounded far away going downstairs.
You followed his trail careful to not make a sound, curious as to why was he up so early and what he was doing, not like he had much to do in your house, his job was to hide. And then it hit you again, the panic you felt the day before. If he needed to hide was because someone was looking for him.ย
The question was: Is he the guilty of the innocent?ย
You made your way to the kitchen, as he seemed to like the kitchen, finding him sitting with a newspaper in hand. Where did he get that newspaper? You walked past him, going straight to get your coffee mug. โMorningโ you said turning to him.
He lazily lifted his eyes from the page, a frown quickly setting in his forehead โWhere are you going?โ Draco asked you, closing the newspaper and carefully placing it on the table.
โTo workโ your gripped tighten around your bag on your shoulder, watching as his eyes hardened.
โYouโre not going.โ he stated, getting to his feet and blocking the kitchen entrance with his body. You mirrored his stance, crossing your arms over your body, squinting your eyes at him. โYou forget I can make you do whatever I want.โ he told you pulling, what you decided to refer to as his wand, out of nowhere.
โThatโs not our deal, remember?โ you said back โI canโt just miss work. I have to get the future of this planet ready!โ you said completely serious, earning a scoff from him.
He rolled his eyes, turning in his place to pace around the kitchen โTheyโll survive a few days without you, Iโm sure thereโs plenty of teachers aroundโ he claimed.
A squeak of surprise left your mouth, capturing his attention as he turned his face to you โExcuse me, but I got that job for a reason,โ you told him, voice higher as you grabbed your mug with determination โI am the only one capable of doing it.โย
As soon as the last word left your mouth you quickly turned on your heel, marching towards the back door through the washing room, missing the look of shock in his eyes at his completely unawareness of the existence of that way out. He shook himself out of the state of shock, grabbing his coat from where he had left it last night and ran out the front door.ย
โWhat the hell are you doing?โ you screamed as soon as the passenger door of your car was closed, he looked a little lost but said nothing and you huffed โYou canโt come with me.โ you said, seeing right through him at his true intentions.
โIf you are so set in going to work I am going with youโ he said coldly โIโm not risking you telling someoneโ
โI am not telling anyone!โ you yelled, slamming your hands in the wheel in exasperation, accidently honking and making you jump in surprise. You hid your face in your arms, keeping in the groan at the pain from hitting your head. โIโm just going to work.โ you muttered in defeat raising your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his amused face before it quickly turned dead once more. You straighten your back completely, glaring at him โAre you making fun of me?โ you asked him angrily.
โNo.โ he said turning to face the front โNow drive before I force you to go inside again.โ You didnโt fight him this time, opting to have him follow you like he was your tail than missing work. Maybe you could make something out of this.
You drove in complete silence, the radio low in the background. You stole a few glances at him, he looked tired. Even if he went to sleep early the bags under his eyes resembled the ones you saw on your students during the exam season. He rested his head on the window, his eyes dancing through all the places you passed by with a glint in them.ย
You took a turn and parked just behind the school, cutting the engine off you turned your body completely to him โThere will be guards there, someone could recognize youโ he lifted his head from the window, only then realizing you had arrived at the school.
eโNo one will recognize meโ he told you, unfastening his seatbelt and getting out of the car. You groaned loudly, getting your bag from the backseat and running towards him.
โIโm sorry, are you forgetting youโre supposed to be hiding?โ you hissed as you jogged to him, his long legs making it a little hard to keep up โIf someone sees you they will go to the police.โ
Not once did he turned to you, his eyes scanning the streets and always looking up front โIโm not concerned about the policeโ he simply said making you halt and look at him with wide eyes.
โWhat?โ you whispered.
He stopped turning to you with a tilt of his head, he had a small grin in his face, sending shivers down your spine. He walked and stood right in front of you โIt seems like your plan is not going to workโ he said lowering his face to your ear โYou see, your police won't even react at the sight of meโ he whispered, straighten his posture and giving a small nod towards the school โShall we?โ
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You entered the school with him following close behind, too close to your liking.
Using the back door, you took the long way to get to your classroom, taking every deserted corridor you could.ย
You had thought maybe he was careless, coming with you to a public school with other teachers that you knew for a fact watched the news, students with parents that worked as officers, guards that would have the police there with the press of a button. It was madness that he would have gone with you just like that. Now you understood why, and you wish you didnโt.
The only thing that made you relaxed a little was the fact that he was notย criminal, or at least not one looked by the the police. Which meant he was probably not going to hurt you. Probably.ย
Unfortunately, that left you with more unanswered questions than you had before.
You opened the door to your classroom, not waiting to see if he was still behind you or if you lost him with how fast you were walking. But his arm towering over your head to hold the door open told you he was right there, still with you.
You unpacked your things, your face always down and avoidant of him. You heard him walk around, going through the seats and stopping a couple of times to watch the things you have up on your walls, quotes from books and a few things on basic grammar.ย
โYou teach literature.โ he said.ย
You didnโt know if he was asking you or or just talking out loud, so you stayed quiet turning your back on him and starting to write on the board about the subject of the day.ย
โSo youโre not talking, โ he said, closer than he was before and you turned. He sat on your desk, his hands resting in his lap as he stared intently at you. You held his gaze for a second before it was too intense to bare, turning again on him โI scared you, didnโt I?โ he asked you and your hand froze.ย
Where you that transparent? That easy to interpret? Or was he so clever that he could already read you like an open book? Not having knowing you for even 24 hours.
You shifted in your place, he had moved to stand right beside you and you couldnโt help yourself meeting his eyes with a shaky turn of your head. You tried to say something but no words came out.
He frowned taking a step towards you when the door opened, the wave of students inside their own heads never noticing the close stand you two had. Draco took a hesitant step back, going around you and taking your chair behind the desk.ย
You let a shaky breath out, resting your head against the board.
โMiss Y/L/N?โ someone called โAre you alright?โ she asked you. You straighten your back, putting on a smile and turning to face her.
โYes, Emma.โ you answered โJust tired, thatโs all.โ
โStaying up late watching Friends again, Miss?โ the entire class laughed, you chuckling softly as well, feeling the hot stare of Draco on you.
โYou know me too wel.lโ you said, going to the desk and picking up the papers โI have your tests here. I have to say, you really surprised me, even you Walter.โ you said, meeting the boys eyes and realizing the focus had shifted from you.
โWho is the guest today?โ asked one of the girls at the front of the class looking straight at Draco, oblivious to the extra attention.ย
You turned to him, not even thinking of an excuse for him being there โRight,โ you muttered, clearing your throat to catch his attention. He lifted his eyes to you, giving you a funny look before he turned to the front, the entire class attention on him โThis is Harryโฆ Enfield,โ you beamed, forcing a smile as you saw the glare he gave you, dismissing him with the wave of your hand โMr. Enfield is an old friend of mine from college.โ you explained, getting a little nervous at the shift of the mood inside the room.
They looked excited, Emma almost launching herself from her sit โYou knew Miss Y/L/N in college?!โ she asked, their eyes growing in size as she looked expectant at him.ย
You slowly turned, the calm look in his face making the pit in your stomach grow โHe is not here for your thirst in my personal life.โ you told them sternly, only for Walter to shoot his hand to the air. You were screwed.
โMiss Y/L/N,โ he said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes โYou told us at the beginning of the year that we could call Break Day for one day we wanted during the course.โ he said smiling at you โWell, I call for Break Day.โ
They all cheered, of course they would call Break Day to gossip about you. Those little devils. You cursed under your breath turning to Draco who had an amused look in his face and this time he stared right at you with a smirk.ย
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The entire hour they make all kind of weird question and to your surprise, Draco answered each and every single one of them. He loved to be the center of attention, you noticed how he moved through the classroom with the confidence of the most popular boy in the school. He talked in front of them without the slightest doubt of the details he made up along the way and you didnโt know what should scare you the most: The embarrassing detailed stories he was sharing that will surely haunt you for the rest of your days at that school or his innate ability to come up with lies at the spot.ย
What of what he had told you was true? Was his real name Draco? Did he mean it when he said he wasnโt going to hurt you?
You realized what a grave mistake youโve made by letting him in into your work space when you saw the flash of his wand from underneath his sleeve, making your body tense. Could he force the entire class to do as he pleased like he did with you?ย ย
โOkay guys, thatโs enough.โ you said, standing up. All faces turned to you, Dracoโs included at your sudden interruption.
โBut thereโs still fifteen minutes left.โ one girl said with hopeful eyes. You smiled at her, handing them their tests from your desk.
โI know, but I have to let you go a little early today.โ you lied, watching their faces fall, sad mumbles filling the classroom โMr. Enfield and me have to go somewhere else and itโs a long drive.โย
โWill you come back Mr. Enfield?โ Emma asked and he stayed quiet.
โIf he has the chance.โ you said for him โPlease, do the reading we were going to do here as homework.โ
ย They all reluctantly packed their stuff, saying their goodbyes to you and Draco as they walked out the door. You doing the same, closing the door behind you. โI have to sign some papers before I leaveโ you told him, pointing to the end of the hall avoiding his eyes. He nodded, following you with a safe distance between the two of you, which you appreciated.
โHello Y/N!โ greeted Sally, one of the secretaries in the school โYou signing off for the day?โ she said, handing you the book.
โYeahโ you said quietly, writing your signature and the hour โAny messages for me?โ you asked softly.
โNo, not todayโ she smiled to you, her eyes moving behind you โAnd who do we have here?โ she asked smiling at him. You turned your head, forgetting for one second that he was standing right there.
โOhโ you muttered, facing Sally again โThis is a friend of mine, Harry Enfieldโ you said, extending a hand for Draco to come closer. โHarry, Sally Eatonโ you introduced her, both shaking hands.
โPleasure to meet youโ said Draco politely, looking at you โAll done?โ
You nodded, saying goodbye to Sally and walking out the front door. The entrance was filled with teenagers getting out of class or on their break. Many stares turning to you. You were probably the youngest teacher there, making you a little more easygoing with your students. Many said they considered you a friend and even if it was unprofessional to say it back you thinked the same way, but you could never say it out loud.ย
That was the reason everyone was so interested in your life, they knew so little and were curious. So you walking out the school with an unknown man, a really handsome man, made them wonder who he was.ย ย
And he noticed this to, the stares of so many people on him made him a little nervous. Who could assure him not one of them knew about the Wizarding World and would get word back to the Death Eaters looking for him?ย
โLet's leave,โ he murmured your way, holding your wrist in his hand โNow.โ
โOkay.โ you said, following his lead, that until someone called up your name.
โProfessor!โ you turned, hearing the low groan from Draco. Officer Forbes making his way to you with Emma right beside him โHow are you today?โ he asked you.
โOfficer Forbes,โ you said โIโm great, just about to go homeโย
Emma tilted her head in confusion โWerenโt Mr. Enfield and you going somewhere?โ asked Emma with a frown.
You opened your mouth, a dry chuckle leaving your mouth โYes, I-uhย I left some documents back at my placeโ you lied making a funny face, making them laugh.
โI assume this gentleman is your boyfriend?โ Officer Forbes said, looking at Draco, his grasp in your hand tightening.
โWhat?โ you laughed, looking between him and Draco who had turned into a statue beside you.
โThe boyfriend that surprised you last night?โ he said, a suspicious look in his eyes. And then you remembered what Draco had ordered you to do, the soft whisper in your ear when you felt in a haze and didnโt even hesitate to say what he told you. You were sure if he had asked you to jump off a cliff you would have done so with a smile in your face.
The gasp from Emma pulled you and Draco from your confused state โYou said he was a friend!โ she squeaked, the most excited you had ever seen the girl. โOh, wait until everyone knows you lie!โ she said.ย
Thankfully she was stopped by her father โEmma, that is none of your business,โ he said sternly โThere must be a reason she didnโt tell you.โ he turned to you with an apologetic look โIโm sorry, I didnโt mean to intrude. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.โ
You smiled โIt's alrightโ you told him โBut we really need to goโ you said, pulling Draco with you after saying goodbye to them.
Once in the car Draco sighed loudly in his seat, running a hand down his face. You started the car without a word not wanting to anger him any further, scared of what he would do if you even muttered a word.
You got to your house in no time, opening the door you didnโt wait for him to say anything. Making your way straight to your bedroom and locking the door behind you.
What had you gotten yourself into?
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