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rosesnink · 1 year ago

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Ex-colleagues

Author's Notes

I wanted this last fic of 2023 to be dedicated to the best surprise of the last months of 2023: Thia, aka @oh-so-youre-a-nerd . I admit that, at first, I admired you from afar, but the gift exchange and getting to know you has been a boon. You're such a thoughtful, kind, funny, generous and overall amazing person, and these past months with you has been the best way to end the year. I always look forward to fangirl with you or see you react to my favourite books and talk OCs. And since you've just begun the D&D experience and I know how complicated it can be for you to play a female MC, I've put together this piece for you. I hope to make it justice. Thank you for being a friend, Thia. You're amazing. Happy Christmas and 2024!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos and/or grammar mistakes

I live dangerously, so this is unedited.

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Summary: Mr. Sinclaire reunites with a very dear old colleague from Eton

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of death by childbirth, infidelity

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairing: Mr. Sinclaire x M!OC (Matías Santos)

Category: LGBT, MLM, fluff, hurt/comfort

Book: Desire and Decorum

Bellington Manor, Exeter, December, 1814

Ernest Sinclaire had once again been dragged to another social engagement during the Christmas festivities. He did owe Mr. Chambers, but it was still an unnecessary torture, and not only because the recently married Miss Holloway was definitely making eyes at him, or that her husband had whisked away a young debutante.

It was because, around these dates, it would’ve been his beloved mother’s 60th birthday. And he missed her dearly. He did. And the fact that a drunk Duke Richards was boasting about how every woman wanted him made him want to call his horse and leave, having no regard of politeness or respect.

He was about to call it at night when he saw a face he thought he’d never see again: the same blonde hair, green eyes and tall and southern physique. He quietly approached the man and cleared his throat “Ahem. Mr. Santos?”

The man turned around and gave him a polite smile, like he always did back in Eton days “Ah, greetings, Mr…?”

“Sinclaire. We went to Eton together. You were a protégé of Prince Edward.”

The man’s eyes widened and exclaimed “Ernest, old friend! Who would’ve thought you’d be here?”

Despite himself, he smiled. Classic Matías. Always making noise in a quiet room. It brought back dorm memories.

“I know I come four years late, but congratulations on getting independence from the Kingdom of Spain. I know how passionate you were about it.”

“Thank you, old chap. The fighting was rough, but worth it in the end. What about you? Are you married?”

“I… Widowed, actually.”

His charming smile dropped “Oh, I’m sorry, amigo. Can I ask how?”

He gritted his teeth, fighting to put on a sour face “Childbirth.”

Matías placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder “I’m so sorry. How about if we take a stroll? I’m afraid that the newlywed groom is, ah, busy in the only room with scotch.”

“Honestly, why marry her at all?”

He seemed to notice something behind him and ushered the other way “I shall tell you while we smoke our cigars, away from here?”

“Matt, what are you doing?” Ernest asked.

“Getting you rid of the bride who definitely wanted to whisk you away,” he whispered.

As they dodged the giggling lady and ended up in the cellar. Ensuring the woman moved on, both men sat on a desk, grabbing on the way a few wine bottles.

“Where are the glasses?”

Matías smirked “I thought we’d do this like we used to do in Eton.”

Ernest shook his head “You and your hazard behaviours.”

“Hey, if you want to fend off a kitty on heat instead, there’s the door.”

Ernest looked at him before bursting out laughing, and soon his old friend followed suit. Taking a swing at the Chardonnay, he chuckled “Now that is terrifying.”

After the laughter faded, Matías swirled the bottle in his hands “You know, it’s good to pick up old habits. I love and miss my country, but England has a special place in my heart.”

“How come?”

He smiled faintly “Beautiful scenery. Teenage memories. Good company. Special friends…” He glanced at Ernest, and he flushed pink. “I’ve missed you, man.”

“So have I. I haven’t been able to unwind in…” He couldn’t really tell when he had some time to himself.

They looked at one another, the tension between them palpable. Suddenly, Ernest remembered when they shared a drunken kiss or two, and blushed even more. Matías seemed to notice, because he smiled awkwardly “Those were the days, huh?” He looked like he was joking, but he was not.

“Indeed…”

Suddenly, Ernest realised that their pinkies were together, and looked at one another shyly, his heart pounding, the room suddenly hot. He quickly untied his cravat and drank another sip of wine, wanting for such thoughts to go way. But they seemed to get more vivid.

He didn’t want to think about the small, but intimate gestures they shared in their shared room. They saying that marriage was a terrible fate. That they wished to soar the skies. No responsibilities. No duty. Just him, Matías, and the open, wide sky, and their fate in his hands.

Back then, it had been a beautiful dream to have with your colleague, but this was real life. And he had grown up much ever since those drunken nights. He’d be lying if he didn’t wish he could get back to those days. Where his parents were alive. Where his heart was innocent and unbridled, yet to meet the real world’s disappointment. Where he could be whoever he wished to be with no consequences after dark. In the dark, with Matías, and his beautiful blonde hair and bright green eyes that reminded him of the open fields of Ledford.

Mr. Chambers did always tease him that Roselyn resembled Matías a lot: a blonde, handsome stranger with a thick accent and a shining personality. Perhaps he had been looking for him in her all along. His heart now thundering in his chest, he got up, feeling faded and dizzy.

“Ernest.”

“Hm?”

The next thing he knew, Matías was kissing him. He kissed him back, but it was over before he could properly respond.

“No,” Matías whispered.

“Too far?” The taller man asked.

“I won’t settle for a man who only kisses me when he’s drunk. Not anymore. Those…those days are behind me.”

“Wait—,” But he was gone.

A few days later, back in Moorfield, Ernest had been in a spiral of what had happened at Bellington.

He couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, or the words Matías said.

He was right, in a way, now that he mulled over it sober. It looked like it was a forgettable experience, but it was not.

He still liked women, found them amazing creatures, but there was something about Matt that no woman could offer him. Perhaps, Matt was what he had been looking for and, so far, failed in every woman he met.

And he happened to know the inn he was staying.

Gathering the bravery and strength, he grabbed his trusted horse and started galloping into town. He strid into the inn and asked for his friend’s room. Then, he patiently but eagerly knocked. Matt opened, surprised to see him there.

“May I?”

“Uh, sure.”

He got in, and faced the window. After a painstakingly long minute, Matías asked “What are you doing here?”

“I have… I have come to do this.”

“Do wha—” He kissed him, long and passionately, burying his hands into his beautiful hair. “That was… wow.”

“I—I don’t know what this is. I haven’t felt like this ever, and I’m terrified, but… I want to figure it out, if you’ll have me.”

“Ernest… I have been waiting for years for you to admit it.”

Both men chuckled emotionally “I wonder what the people will say.”

He stroked his cheek “That we are both very close ex-colleagues, hopefully.”

“Close ex-colleagues?”

“To them, at least.” They kissed again, basking over the afternoon’s shining sun.

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dinawrites · 3 years ago

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are OCs that are siblings or related to canon characters allowed?

I'm going to give a tentative no for the introduced students, because it's a bit trickier to maneouvre given that there is so much relying on bloodlines within their stories.

But for teachers? Yes! (As long as it makes sense, i.e. What is the likelihood of both siblings becoming Warlocks or Vampires? Werewolves and some Fae are born, so you could very easily have siblings there, and Sorcerers keep the study of magical arts within families, so Sorcerer relatives are more common. Witches travel through bloodlines, too).

If you could find a way around these issues for my mains, then they're also open to siblings:

Ottoline and Ulric are the blood of the First Families and are being hunted for that exact reason. Once they're dead, the bloodlock is broken and Atticus Aimes walks free. Adding another sibling to that takes a bit of the urgency away, and a lot of Ottoline's arc stems from a place of isolation and loneliness

Ulric is the only survivor of his family's massacre, but a sibling could maybe work for an OC?

Thomasin is the sole bloodborne heir of Warren Rothchild, and was adopted by her uncle, David, following Warren's death

Eliseo had been born a Witch, but gave that up when he became a Vampire. His entire birth family burned at the stake, and Tristan Daughtler is all that remains of his second family (the Santos Coven)

Matías was bitten by a Werewolf, and his family remain human, and not in attendance at Westwood

Lucille is a centuries old Warlock, none of her family members still exist. But she did have a brother, so maybe a descendant could attend, if they were made into a Vampire, Warlock, or Werewolf

I'd actually love to see a Tristan Daughtler family member roaming about, I think there is real comedic potential there. Especially since he prides himself on being this mysterious rake, the only surviving relic of a time long forgotten, etc.

#anon #westwood oc

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