#sas rogue heroes au

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Laddie Come Home

SAS Rogue Heroes; werewolf AU Fluff, Slight Angst With A Happy Ending

Chapter Two

David leapt from the carriage when the train stopped for water, rolling over and over and over again until he broke through the bracken at the bottom of the hill.

A naked man walking around the forest would attract more attention than a wolf pup but he could move faster on two legs than four. David kept away from the road and headed in the direction of the city; he made it roughly two miles before the paranoia really set in and he transformed back into a wolf just to be on the safe side.

The wind changed.

..salt?

Tears. That sounds like a child crying.

The girl was sitting on the side of a fallen log, sobbing quietly into the chest of an old man in a long coat. She must have slipped and fallen because there was a red graze on her knee. The man was stroking her hair and gently rocking her, but his eyes kept darting around as if he was looking for someone.

David toddled out of the underbrush, fell on his face, then picked himself up and shook the dirt off his coat. The man froze, his face white with fear, gathered the girl up in his arms and started running.

Oh. They must think I'm a guard dog.

David sat down in the clearing. After a few minutes, he got bored of sitting still and, spotting a fly zooming overhead, tried catching it in his jaws.

The fly dodged and buzzed away, a now enthralled David hopping and stumbling after it. He leapt after it twice but was unsuccessful, the fly dodging him both times with lightning speed.

David wasn't watching where he was going and slammed headfirst into a log. He fell backwards with a yelp, landing with his paws in the air, the fly looping overhead once before buzzing away.

'I think it is just a puppy' said a quiet voice behind him.

David tilted his head back further, then rolled over onto his stomach. The old man and the girl were staring at him from their hiding spot behind a different fallen log, the girl half-hidden beneath the man's coat.

'Here boy, good boy. Come here' the man held out a hand towards him and made soft clicking sounds, so David walked over to him, sniffed his fingers and licked them.

The girl giggled. David leant forward and sniffed her, and she giggled again.

'I think he likes us, księżniczko' the man picked David up and the girl scratched him behind his ears.

'Should we take him with us?'

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Maja and her grandfather Bazyli had been living on the family farm with Maja's parents when the soldiers came. There had been a brief argument about who would take her to the woods, but Maja's mother had settled it by opening the front door to the soldiers as Maja's father shoved them both out the back door and slammed it shut.

David re-learned the story every night, as Maja clutched him to her chest and Bazyli whispered reassurances into her ears until she fell asleep.

In the daytime it was easier to distract them from their worries. David helped them dig for edible roots and grubs in the earth, making Maja laugh as he sneezed and snorted from the dust.

Bazyli played tug of war with him, and carried him in his coat pocket whenever David got sleepy. Maja had named him "Filip", after a character in one of Bazyli's stories, and they both loved their new friend very much.

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David waddled confidently down the street. Somewhere along the way he had managed to get the hang of putting two paws in front of the other and not eating dirt every third step.

The village was only a few houses and a handful of shops, but there were still a handful of German soldiers scattered about. He grudgingly allowed them to pat him, resisting the urge to go for their throats.

Down the road, David spotted an elderly woman at a cafe put her handbag underneath her chair. Next to the cafe were the bombed out remains of a house.

Perfect

David sidled up to an alley, dashed around the block, and came out the mouth of a different alley between the house and the cafe.

A tablecloth obscured him from view as he rifled through the lady's bag for her purse. Fishing it out, he gripped it in his teeth and fled back down the alley, digging into the rubble of the house until he popped up in the middle of the collapsed kitchen like a gopher.

I got it right! Well done me

David transformed and stretched, working the kinks out of his back and legs. It was difficult to wander off from Maja and Bazyli but Mike's warning about not being able to change back kept him vigilant for opportunities.

The purse held a little coin and a few bank notes; David rummaged around the kitchen cupboards and unearthed a singed wicker basket that was just small enough for him to carry in his mouth. Putting the money in it, he transformed back into pup form, picked up the basket, and carefully excavated a tunnel back to the outside.

First to a baker to buy some bread, then a butcher and finally the cheesemonger. David was surprised how easy it was to lift the basket; he'd been thinking that he'd have to drag it back to the woods.

'What have you got there then, little fellow?'

David kept up the pace, sparing a glance behind him. The soldier was smiling at him, but he was eyeing the basket of food far too much for David's liking.

'Come here, little man, come here! Good doggy!'

The man followed him down the street, whistling and clicking at him. This was bad; if he didn't do something to shake him soon he wasn't going to be able to return to the woods.

They reached the edge of the village and David led the soldier around to the back of the houses, feigning towards the garden of the last house on the row. He dropped the basket gently onto the grass, yawning widely.

Come on you bastard, take the bait!

'There's a good doggy' the man muttered, reaching for the basket.

David leapt, jumping directly up between the man's legs, biting down and twisting. The soldier choked on a howl and fell to his knees, a rapidly-spreading pool of blood soaking through the front of his trousers. He fell forward with a gurgle and slammed headfirst into the ground, dead.

David grabbed the basket and sprinted for the cover of the trees, volting over small stones and fallen branches as he bolted back to base.

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There was laughter and singing emanating from the house. Bazyli's cousin in France had wept with joy when he had opened the front door to find them standing in the morning light, and the rest of the day had been spent celebrating their extraordinary journey to France.

David was happy for them. It was time for him to go.

He jumped out of bed and gently pulled Maja's arm back around the cloth rabbit he had painstakingly sewn together earlier while everyone was dancing.

I hope it brings you luck sweetheart. Goodbye.

[cloudyfacewithjam]

Racing AU or "Where the hell did you learn to drive like that, Paddy Mayne?"

[elyksina]

Character commission for @derry-rain of their wonderful AU

Thank you for commissioning me 💗

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[deepfriedpaddymayne]

not to try and pull a bigolas dickolas wolfwood on here but if you are looking for something to soothe your rogue heroes brain worms you SHOULD go read this right now I AM very serious

it's beautiful it's heartbreaking it will make you want to chew glass. it's about love and hope and the horrors of war and let me tell you very few things will make you as insane as reading this when you are super sleep deprived on a train and you are listening to The Green Fields of France

[homeahoy]

[buthappysoverrated]

fic name ask game: razorblade cereal

send me a made-up fic title

okay wait this can't possibly be what you're asking for/have in mind, but this sent me into this

I wrote a little bit for it! It's an SAS Rogue Heroes space AU

Augustin finds Paddy in a common room – it has not yet stopped to amaze him, the magnitude of this ship – the one with the piano, with the intention to thank him for the meal. It was far nicer than what they normally stocked; they don’t tend to get fresh meat in space, and most of the crew hit the meagre bar on the planet and stayed there for the entirety of their leave as soon as Stirling set them loose. Augustin went with his men. Paddy went hunting.

Paddy doesn’t look up from his book when he enters the room. There’s a large metal bowl next to him, scales of the amphibian he shot the day before immersed in what Agustin assumes to be some type of cleaning solution. The locals at the bar mentioned these animals: they called them what roughly translates to Razorskin in English. They said their scales could reflect laser and cut through rocks, and fighting one of those seemed to fulfil some type of warrior ritual. Stirling commented some more when Paddy dragged his one back, first about how ridiculous he looked dragging a lizard the size of himself by a rod he stuck through its body from the mouth, then about the scales of it could be worth good money. Paddy grumbled, didn’t appear to be in a talkative mood.

The scales are of a dark earthy green colour, sharp and glistening. Augustin suddenly has the bizarre urge to scoop a fistful and shove them down his throat.

“That would be a really bad idea,” Paddy says.

Augustin snaps his eyes to Paddy, and finds him watching him passively, still holding his book.

“Felt the same thing. It looks rather like cereal,” Paddy says.

Augustin doesn’t quite know what to say to that, and doesn’t ask how Paddy is sure of what he’s thinking. He opts to pass him a beer he carries here. Paddy takes a long pull, sets it down, and goes back to his book.

[just-barrow]

SAS: shitposts 201/∞

[jakes3resin]

My return to writing about ww2 boys brought about by David Stirling of all men...

[wearebackbagels]

Alone together

@invisiblegargoyl @rosescruensixxam @fergusfraserapologist @booksoncanvas @adowbaldwin @butternuggets-blog @elkro

[cloudyfacewithjam]

Sherlock Holmes AU: Every great villain needs even greater henchman.

[butternuggets-blog]

Laddie, Come Home

SAS Rogue Heroes; werewolf AU Fluff, Slight Angst With A Happy Ending

Chapter One

It was humiliating, degrading, and unfortunately, the only plan he could think of.

David shivered in the darkness as he quickly stripped down to his underwear. Colditz was an inhospitable place at the best of times but pre-dawn temperatures were especially biting.

Once he was completely naked he bit down on his neatly-folded shirt to muffle the noise of his painful transformation. The last thing he wanted to do was alert the guards that something was wrong.

In puppy form he was small enough to slip easily through the bars, but it was difficult to drag his clothes with him and stuff them awkwardly down a drain opening that he'd spotted a few days before.

Job done, David flopped down the narrow set of stairs, falling down the last few steps, and waddled out into the courtyard once he'd double checked that there was no one else around.

The staff car was exactly where it should be, and he wasted no time in struggling up and onto the running board. Scrabbling up the mudguard, he tumbled into the backseat of the car and curled up, pretending to go off to sleep.

**

There was a loud noise - cooing, someone was cooing- and a cold pair of hands wrapped around David's stomach and lifted him gently out of the car.

'Oh Reinhold he is gorgeous!' the woman holding him made kissy noises and cradled him against her chest, looking teary-eyed with joy as David yawned sleepily.

Colditz's chief of security looked nervous.

'I am happy you are so pleased' said Reinhold Eggers, lying through his teeth.

'I shall call him Maximilian. Max for short.'

David barked and wagged his tail, feining affection.

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David slipped out of the cottage, small paws crunching through frost. It had taken two days but he had finally been left alone in the Eggers' house, and he wasn't going to waste this golden opportunity to escape.

The bottom of the garden was a mess of tangled weeds and discarded rubbish, and David managed to pry a loose fence post loose by gnawing it out of position. He squeezed through, kicking, and bounced when he hit the muddy lane; gathering himself, he shook the dampness from his coat and hobbled along towards the main street.

Left...

..left again..

A final turn to the right, through an intersection and up a ramp onto the train platform. The stationmaster was in his office; David curled up out of sight beneath a long bench, listening to the man whistling a jaunty tune to himself.

If he had timed it correctly, the next train should be freight; a baggage train carrying troop supplies onwards to Leipzig and beyond. It was technically the wrong direction, but once he was in a populated area with more transport options David was sure he could cute his way to the coast.

A whistle shrilled through the crisp morning air and the stationmaster walked out, rubbing his hands to beat back the cold.

Freight exactly on schedule

David tried not to wag his tail as the train pulled into the station. He waited until the driver had stepped down from the cab to share a cigarette with the stationmaster and offload a few items, then he flew as fast as his tiny legs would carry him out from under the bench, across the platform, and up into a railcar.

Phew! That could have gone terribly!

Pressing himself against the corner of the railcar, trying to blend in with the shadows, David waited with baited breath until finally, finally, the driver opened the engine up and the train pulled away from the station.

[moonstone-vibe]

Modern AU! Revenge - so how do you think this ends? @wearebackbagels @rosescruensixxam

also I have work tomorrow and no more time to shitpost so this is it fuck🙈

[homeahoy]

Inspired by the Vampire AU talk

[mercurygray]

Friends! I have a lot of things to celebrate - and one of them is all of you! This blog has just recently passed 1400 followers, so I decided I should have a little party.

Longtime readers of this blog will know that I love a prompt list, so to mark the occasion, I’ve made one of my own - and since friends, followers, fandom, and fourteen hundred all start with F, that's the theme we're sticking with!

Pick a prompt from the" words for the letter F" list, and, using one of the fandoms, frequent characters, or OCs usually on this blog, you can create something to share! This could be a fic, a moodboard or graphic, gifset, or another creative outlet of your choice. Then, when you’re done, tag me and I’ll share it here!

You do not have to be following me to participate! Simply send me an Ask or a DM with the word (or two, or three) you’d like to use for a prompt. (You can mention which fandom you’re using, or keep it a surprise!) I'll add all the words and their authors here, and add links when the work is finished!

More details below the cut - this is a pro-readmore blog, after all.

If your writing is over 500 words, please use a Read More or I cannot in good conscience share it! Please use appropriate tags for ships and for content warnings.

Canon couple, OC fic, and gen fic are all welcomed! (No reader insert, please.) F/M and multi ships are preferred, but I have been known to enjoy the occasional M/M drabble as well, if that’s more your style!

This author does not particularly enjoy kidfic or underage fic, non-con, mpreg, incest, the use of y/n, RPF, a/b/o, coffeeshop or college aus.

This author loves historical aus, original female characters, appropriately tagged smut, punctuation and paragraph breaks, and learning something new. If you would like, I welcome and love work for my own OCs, so if you’ve always wanted your characters and mine to have a teaparty, this is the time for it!

Frequent Fandoms List A Discovery of Witches, Band of Brothers, Downton Abbey, Dune, House of the Dragon, Masters of the Air, Mercy Street, The Pacific, Peaky Blinders, SAS: Rogue Heroes, Vikings:Valhalla

OC List available here.

[wearebackbagels]

Polaroids - Modern!au

@invisiblegargoyl @rosescruensixxam​ 

[cloudyfacewithjam]

Fantasy AU: a rogue mage comes back to his apostate paladin