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web-spinning · 2 years ago

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hiii! I love your writing so much :D I was wondering if you could do something with the mercs with a s/o who is from the same place where they’re from? Like sniper with s/o from Australia, spy with s/o from France, etc etc. thank you and have a lovely day/night ^^

A / N- Aye, I had fun with this one, especially the Heavy's and Medic's ones. Didn't include Scout and Engineer cause they're from the same country and it would get boring, included Soldier because he's fanatic over America, and didn't include Pyro because we don't know where Pyro's from! Also...Demoman in a kilt...(❤-❤). Hope you enjoy!

Mercs with a s/o who is from the same place as them.

Soldier

- it's probably one of the reasons why he loves you,

- he cannot stress enough how much he wants you to learn more about the country's history,

- please come with him to the historical sides, he loves to mumble about them,

- if you call him your eagle, his heart will skip a few beats,

Demoman

- he doesn't think much about it,

- however, he does appreciate someone he can relate to more,

- he isn't afraid to make cultural jokes around you,

- he's surprisingly a great cook, and will gladly make you a few meals from the Scottish cuisine, maybe even teach you how to do some of them if you don't know already,

- Scotch pie, Scottish Porridge, Neeps and Tatties...and the absolutely star on his table, the Haggis,

- the other mercenaries would make fun of him for wearing his kilt, but he's not afraid of wearing it in front of you,

Heavy

- he really appreciates his motherland, even though half od it's history it was ruled by idiots,

- he loves his culture, especially the one that comes from the east,

- unfortunately, his country is big enough for the culture to differ from place to place, which means you might be used to different rites, but nonetheless he likes the fact he has someone he can relate with,

- he's not the greatest cook, as his mother always wanted to throw the work off her children, but he knows a bit,

- he would appreciate it if you could cook him some Zhurek or Varenykies,

- he's very keen on classical literature of his country, and will ask if you ever read any,

- refuses to talk to you in his native language, because he wants to improve his English,

Medic

- finally, someone who will tell him what's that mysterious object he forgot the name of in English,

- seeing from his accent, his English might not be the cleanest, he much prefers to talk in German, and will probably do that around you,

- believe it or not, he really likes talking about the political climate happening in his country in the 60-70s ( historical note- east Berlin comparing to west Berlin ),

- on a side note, don't ask him who his college teacher was,

Sniper

- we're talking Australia or New Zealand? Well,

- regardless, he's just happy he has somebody he can drag along through the wild,

- he loves to mumble about the animals,

- you remind him of home, something he really misses out in his mercenary job,

- you are absolutely obligated to come back home with him for vacation,

- his parents also adore you, especially his mother,

Spy

- he enjoys history and culture, and he probably will mumble on about it to you,

- also retires English for a bit, and speaks in his native language with you,

- other than that, nothing much changes for him,

- maybe only the duality of your dinner dates.

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scapegrace74-blog · 2 years ago

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The Man from Black Water, Chapter 4

A/N As promised, here in a pre-Christmas installment of my crossover fic. In it, we see Jamie find a place for himself at Netherton, despite hostilities on all sides. He and Claire are finally formally introduced, and we learn a bit more about Claire’s plans for her future.

Previous chapters and a character mapping to the Man from Snowy River universe can be found on my AO3 page.

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and a safe and happy holiday to all!

From his imposing stature to his iceberg gaze, Dougal Mackenzie would have been the epitome of a Highland warrior, had he been born two hundred years earlier. As it was, he’d grown up in the industrial slums on the south banks of the Clyde, going to work in the textile mills at the age of twelve. Being on the winning side of a knife fight several years later saw him fleeing the city in search of less hostile horizons. Brawn made him a desirable labourer. An ability to keep difficult men in line with his ominous reputation made him an adept foreman. He’d risen through the ranks to become the chief overseer of Netherton’s agricultural holdings over the past twenty years.

“He’s a hard worker, that one,” the estate’s chief cook remarked to Dougal as they crossed paths in the kailyard one afternoon. She gestured towards Jamie, who toiled nearby, splitting firewood for the kitchen stoves with admirable economy. The August sun stared down from an azure sky, and he occasionally paused to wipe sweat from his eyes and take a swig of water from a tin canteen sitting in the shade of an ornamental rosebush. Rollo lay nearby, his pink tongue afurl in the hot air.

“Aye, seems willing enough,” Dougal said a bit begrudgingly. He hadn’t been consulted about the hiring of this latest labourer, which rankled him. There was a long list of cronies he would sooner have assisted.

“I canna understand why the master hired him,” the stout woman continued in a lower tone. “He comes from the Highlands.” This last word was pronounced as though it was a communicable disease. Despite being in the shadow of the Grampian mountains, Netherton had always been staffed by Lowland Scots, even if, like Dougal himself, they were only a couple generations removed from their Gaelic roots.

Dougal had entertained similar thoughts himself, but he wasn’t about to stand about and gossip with the house staff about them.

“Twas a long time ago,” he said instead. “Good day, Mrs. Crook.”

Walking past the woodpile, he called out.

“Fraser, when ye’re done here, ye can muck out the stables.”

“Yes, sir.”

Despite a dark blue smear of sweat across the back of his cambric shirt, the young man seemed cheerfully willing to work without pause. He wasn’t even breathing hard. Dougal stalked back to his quarters in a foul mood.

***

Netherton’s stables were more luxurious than any croft Jamie had ever set foot in, with two long rows of stalls bisected by a stone alleyway that funneled the mountain breeze in summer and absorbed the anemic sunlight in winter. Still, horse shite was horse shite, no matter how pampered the beast that produced it.

Most of the animals were away from their stalls, either grazing in the paddock near the river where the grass was the sweetest or serving as mounts to Netherton’s large workforce. This made Jamie’s job easier, but he missed the opportunity to gaze into their limpid brown eyes and admire their glossy coats. He was on his sixth stall when two familiar pests stopped to watch him.

“Lookit than, Rupe. The teuchter’s shovellin’ shite. Pretty canny fer a teuchter, usin’ the flat end o’ the shovel an’ everything.”

This was Angus, a dark wiry stockhand who was perpetually spoiling for a fight. His companion, Rupert, was a soft-bellied lout who followed Angus around like a sheepdog, laughing obligingly at his jokes. Jamie had met men like them before and did his best to ignore them.

“They eat a lot of neeps an’ tatties in the Highlands, Rupe. Are ye diggin’ fer yer supper, laddie boy?”

Jamie unbent to his full height, well over a head taller than Angus. The smaller man stepped back but made a show of lighting a cigarette with casual indifference.

“Have they given ye the day off, Angus?” Jamie asked.

“I’m studyin’ tae be supervisor,” Angus declared with no little arrogance.

Staring Jamie directly in the eye, he let the still-burning match drop into the dry straw at his feet. A tiny curl of smoke immediately rose. Jamie casually hefted a shovelful of moist excrement onto the growing flame. It was an advertent error that saw some of the load land on Angus’ well-polished leather boots. The bully’s fists went up. Rollo let out a low growl of warning. Jamie tossed his shovel to the side in preparation for the altercation.

“What have you been up to, Kip?”

Claire Beauchamp’s precise elocution acted like a bucket of cold water and all three men scrambled to appear innocuous. Angus was quick to offer his assistance saddling her usual mount. When she refused, he and Rupert left the stables on the pretense of having work to accomplish elsewhere, which was doubtful.

For his part, Jamie went back to mucking stalls while still surreptitiously observing his employer’s daughter. She was carrying on a one-sided conversation with her horse as he was wont to do himself when he was alone. Her luxurious curls were tied back behind her ears but cascaded over her shoulders. She was at least wearing a riding frock today, although she appeared to be preparing to ride without supervision.

“Can I help ye?” he asked, when he noticed she was struggling with the gray mare’s halter.

“No, I’m fine,” she replied without so much as glancing his way.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jamie watched her stubbornly endeavour to repair the halter for another few minutes. Rather than offer his assistance again, he merely fashioned a halter and lead from a nearby coil of rope using a knot his father had taught him as a lad.

“Oh,” the young lady remarked as he slipped the harness over the docile mare’s ears. “How did you do that?”

Eager to show off his competency at something other than mucking stalls or chopping firewood, Jamie demonstrated the technique behind the Tom Fool’s knot, enjoying the way the lass’ golden eyes narrowed in concentration as she followed each movement of his hands. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t duplicate his efforts, and they both ended up chuckling at her ineptitude.

“You’re the boy from the train station,” she realized after they had finished tacking up her horse together. Jamie wasn’t certain whether to be pleased she remembered him or not. Certainly, the use of the word ‘boy’ wasn’t flattering.

“Aye,” he acknowledged. “James Fraser, mistress,” he introduced himself while politely removing his cap.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t very courteous that day,” she half-apologized with a subtle grimace. “A constitutional failing, I’m told.”

Sticking out her gloved hand, she introduced herself, as though he wasn’t aware to whom he’d been speaking all along. “Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.”

He’d never shook a woman’s hand before and was uncertain as to the appropriate response. He wasn’t some titled suitor who might kiss her knuckles, even if they weren’t encased in leather. A firm shake such as he’d been taught seemed equally unsuitable. He was saved from having to hold her dainty grip indefinitely by her father riding into the stables. They both dropped the other’s hand as though the contact suddenly burned.

“Fraser, cool off this horse and stable him,” the cattle baron commanded.

“Aye, sir.”

Jamie was walking away when he heard the man release an exasperated sigh.

***

“Why aren’t you at your lessons?”

It was always a tender balance, deciding how much leeway to give his headstrong daughter, and when to rein her in. Lately, his attempts to argue that more feminine propriety was required if she was to secure a husband were met with greater and greater resistance.

“One of the broodmares is about to foal,” Claire replied. “I want to be there to help her.”

“The men are quite capable of handling it,” he argued, drawing his unwilling daughter back towards the manor house with a firm arm around her shoulder.

“I can do it better. If I’m to be a veterinarian, I shall need as much firsthand experience as I can obtain.”

This fixation with attending the Royal Veterinary College in Edinburgh was one matter in which he’d indulged his daughter for too long. He’d been certain she’d outgrow the notion as she emerged into womanhood.

“You should be concerning yourself with marriage, child rearing,” he explained for the hundredth time.

“The gentleman cattle breeder has a breeding program for his daughter as well,” Claire retorted, demonstrating the independent spirit and sharp wit that made him despair of ever finding her a husband.

“You’ll spend the afternoon at the manor with your Aunt Rosemary,” he decreed, feeling his face grow hot in frustration. “And Mister Randall will come to call on you this Saturday. I don’t,” he forestalled her protest with a raised hand, “want to hear another word about it. You are my daughter, and you will obey me.”

Watching her skirts swish angrily across the courtyard as she hastened away, Henry Beauchamp wondered how his only child could so resemble a mother she’d never met.

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in-for-a-pennyx · 2 years ago

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Going to Scotland with Pedro boys.

This is very random yet very specific but it's been knocking around in my head for ages and I needed to get it out. I'm not entirely sure what this is but it's half headcanons, half imagines? Drabbles? I don't know what to call them. But here they are!

A/N: I'm not Scottish and I don't live in Scotland so I apologise if this is offensive 😅. I do live nearby though and absolutely love visiting. It's one of my favourite places. This is my first piece of writing and contribution to Pedro's fandom so please be gentle! I'm sorry if it comes across as muddled but this concept has been banging around in my head for so long and I really wanted to get it out.

Javier Peña - It's the first proper holiday Javier's taken in ages and the first time he's flown across the pond. You've always wanted to go and you'd put your foot down that both of you needed a break. Javi is always reluctant to travel for pleasure so he needed a bit of convincing but he'd go anywhere with you, really. You'd thrown in a "road trip!" and he was a bit more amenable after that. Plus Javi wouldn't mind trying some Scotch straight from the source.

Javier loves long drives so you both decide to drive the North Coast 500 route along the north coast of Scotland and through some of the Highlands, stopping in small villages and the cutest BnB's. Some of the drive reminds Javi of the route from Bogotá to Medellín, especially when it rains and the vegetation turns a lush green colour. The parts you drive through are sparsely populated and Javi loves the feeling of solitude: he loves the comfortable silence you share. He feels safe in it. Some days are cold and windy and it won't stop raining and the food is a bit... interesting in parts (Haggis?!) but you're with Javi and he's warm and relaxed and present and you're sharing a flask of whisky sitting in the open boot of your car with his arms around you looking out at the sea and there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

Ezra - Being the traveler that he is, Ezra has been to Scotland numerous times and he's excited to take you. He tends to visit around Burns Night in January. Sure, he likes Robert Burns’ poetry but what he really loves about the whole thing is the national celebration of a ‘Bard’. It nurtures him to be surrounded by such reverence for storytelling. Ezra usually attends various events in Edinburgh and is thrilled to be taking you. It’s January, which means the weather is freezing so a Burns Night supper of Haggis, neeps and tatties (haggis, turnips and potatoes) in a cozy pub next to a crackling fire is the perfect way to warm up your bones, bellies and hearts. With whisky-warmed cheeks and fire-lit eyes, you’re the most beautiful creature Ezra has ever seen.

Dieter Bravo - Dieter wanted to visit Scotland when he was in the UK shooting for Cliff Beasts 6 but it was during the pandemic so of course he couldn’t. He’s somehow never had the opportunity to ever film there. Two films that really made a mark on Dieter were incidentally Scottish. He wanted to entertain big like Braveheart but also do the gritty, more indie films like Trainspotting. He’s good mates with Ewan McGregor now but please don’t talk to him about Mel Gibson.

You both visit one summer after the pandemic when he’s shooting another movie in London. He’s instantly obsessed with kilts and wants to wear one everywhere. “Easy access for you, sweetheart”, he smirks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. He’s not entirely wrong though. You’re lost in (sexy) thought when you find out he’s invested in a Highland Cow farm. “They’re so cute and fluffy! Just look at them!”, he half coos, half sobs. The next time he visits, Dieter wants to go to the Shetland Islands to see Shetland ponies because animals are clearly cuter in Scotland. You have a feeling his resolve will be tested once he finds out just how remote the Shetland Islands are.

Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels - Always one to mix business and pleasure, Jack takes you to Scotland on a Statesman business trip. He has meetings with various whisky distilleries and he takes you along. You get your own private tour of the best whisky distilleries in Scotland. Jack still insists that Kentucky Bourbon is superior even though he secretly loves scotch. “What can I say darlin’, you can take a cowboy out of Kentucky, but can’t take Kentucky out of a cowboy”, he quips. But the actual reason for this visit is to meet Merlin for some Kingsman business. Merlin needs Jack to visit an old Kingsman’s lodge in the countryside. It’s a long drive but you enjoy it nonetheless as you get some time together with Jack - just you and him.

Max Phillips - Max, in true Max fashion, knows the Loch Ness monster. He has visited her off and on over the years and could probably introduce you if you wanted. Uhhh, you’ll have to think about it. “Oh c’mon sweetcheeks, it’ll be fun! Don’t be such a party pooper. Nessy’s just the sweetest", he pesters you. Yes, he does call the Loch Ness monster Nessy. He thinks it’s adorable. Doesn’t get why Bella was so offended in those books.

“Now, the vampires there? I’m not gonna lie, they’re on another level. Fucking brutal, man. I’m practically a saint compared to them.”

“What? Oh don’t worry babycakes, I’ll be your vampire in shining armour.”

Pero Tovar - Pero has been to Scotland before but he’s never really talked about it. You figured he must've stopped over while visiting his friend William in Ireland. Pero's talked about William but you've never met him. Once you’re in Scotland and planning some day trips, Pero mumbles something about a group of stones and time travel, and that you should avoid them. You swear it sounds like the plot of your favourite TV series but there's no way Pero would've known that as he hardly watches TV. You look at him questioningly but he turns away with a sheepish look. Oh boy, it's about to be a long walk and a longer conversation.

Oberyn - you mean The North? Why would you want to go somewhere so cold and bleak? London's more his scene. “King’s Landing”, he corrects you.

Dave York - You're surprised when he suggests a holiday, that too in another country. Usually he travels alone for work, and if it's family holidays, he'd rather go places he can drive as it's easier to manage with the girls.

You visit a few different cities and stay in lovely hotels. A few mornings you find Dave’s side of the bed empty but you just assume he’s gone for a run. But one day you find blood on his t-shirt while he’s in the shower after he returns. The stain doesn’t seem to be one caused by a fall or a cut. There’s just too much of it. You don’t ask him any details as you don’t want to spoil the rest of the day. A few hours later there’s news of an oil tycoon being murdered in a university town near you. The one where Prince William had studied. St Andrews - yes. Apparently it was graduation season and the man was in town for his son’s graduation. So it was work then, you sigh. And here you thought Dave was taking you on a holiday. Oh well. You better get the blood out of the t-shirt before housekeeping comes along.

Javi G - Javi flies you privately to Scotland and rents a whole castle for your romantic getaway together. He treats you like a princess and arranges for the best of everything to be available for you. During one of your strolls in the castle gardens, he gets down on one knee and proposes to you. You’re absolutely taken aback and all but shout “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”. Oh, you’ve never been happier. Javi flies in both your friends and families to celebrate. An actual ball is arranged and you have to pinch yourself multiple times to believe that it’s all real, it’s all happening. That this generous, loving, sincere man is going to be your husband.

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