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forgottenroisin · 6 days ago

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ooooo obsessed w allll of this!!!!1 i want it on my blog!!!! and also the replies we did <333333

giadesstrin Aug 1 @forgottenbrigit imagine having heavy cleaning associated w ur bday 😭😭😭 my condolences, brigit!!! I think she should be forgiven on the spot for ANY outburst of anger she EVER has in light of this information 😭😭😭 giadesstrin Aug 1 @forgottenbrigit AHHHHHHH OBSESSEDDDDD w her birth story tho!!!!!!!!!!!! Also ooooh omg @forgotteneithne i looove that hc that sorcha was v religious and bran more traditional but less believing! I feel like that also really dovetails w the story abt Sorcha seeing her own ghost on Samhain before she died, too!! Also rosie probs lowkey like ‘xerces called mama to him that we might keep Brigit w us’ if she died in winter forgottenbrigit Aug 1 Original Poster @giadesstrin @forgotteneithne laskjflsadjfdsalfj ahh omg yes love the idea that sorcha died in winter! forgotteneithne Aug 1 @forgottenbrigit @giadesstrin I love this too! Also brb crying about this too! 😭 forgotteneithne Aug 1 @giadesstrin @forgottenbrigit I also love this idea about their parents! Maybe since malconaire is SO rooted in nature, Bran did tend towards those traditions more? (That seems v on brand for the Malconaire family in general!) forgottenbrigit Aug 1 Original Poster @forgotteneithne @forgottenroisin I agree!!!! And I feel like that lends them to be kinda of ~spiritual~ if not religious? Brigit has always been more traditions based with the religion, too, until she literally started seeing the guardians haha giadesstrin Aug 1 @forgotteneithne @forgottenbrigit I feel like this also really fits w Rosie’s views of religion verging on superstition like…she’s all in on the traditions vis both parents but she was little when her mama died so she saw the faith but wasn’t old enough to fully understand it so she sort of flailed around tryna do her best w this mysterious world as presented to her by them both as a lil kid and…here we are! An eight year olds best understanding of what her mother told her worn away over tbc Decades to vague anxious misgiving and blind hope @forgottenroisin forgotteneithne Aug 1 @forgottenbrigit LIZZZZY! I love all of this! I definitely think Eithne always embroidered a new ornament for the tree each year as she as she'd mastered her needlework! And probably STILL does it, even though I doubt there's much tree decorating now! #thanksroderick forgotteneithne Aug 1 (and also probably #thanks @forgottenvalentina, too!!) Also, i def love the idea of the family being more spiritual than religious! I feel like maybe the Stafford influence + having Sorcha as a mother maybe led them all to take some of the traditions a bit more seriously over the years? I know on Eithne's side, I doubt she was ever overly religious, even with Sorcha's influence?? Aoife I think might be a bit more religious/follows the traditions than Eithne

giadesstrin Aug 2 @forgotteneithne @forgottenbrigit roisin sneaking the ornaments to the tree by wearing them as ‘earrings’ but since they’re just embroidery Valentina like ‘gross’ and doesn’t notice 😂 no but omg!! That’s so cute!! I love the idea that this maybe leaves a track record of like…the girls learning to see and such and they can line them up and see their progress 🥹🥹🥹 but also yeah!! Valentina def won’t have those devilish ways in ~her house! Now that Roderick’s against it!! I def feel like this tbc Probs leads to maybe like brigit and rosie climbing to the top of the tree and decorating it where Valentina can’t see? Also I like this idea that the older girls are more spiritual and the younger slightly more religious? Like it def feels like a fault line through the fam of watching ur mom die at a certain age yknow? The younger ones turning to her beliefs to deal w it or cling to her in her absence, etc, the older ones more influenced by their living parent or even feeling betrayed by tbc Faith that couldn’t save her etc like…whatever all of their reasons I find it interesting that it cracks along the older/younger half and basically I feel like there’s a lot we can explore there too! forgotteneithne Aug 2 @giadesstrin that is SO true!!! I sort of had the idea that Eithne spent a lot of time with her father— considering she was going to be his heir!— so I think she probably picked up his habits/ideas on their traditions mostly from him! But I definitely can see where Aoife was trying to connect with their mother in some way! Also, I think just the concept of having these silent, unseen entities there caring for them would be comforting to her in a way? Being that’s she’s sort of quiet and tbc @forgottenbrigit often unnoticed herself! Also just being younger and a bit more of a homebody, she probably had more exposure to some of her mother’s religious rituals or w/e??? giadesstrin Aug 2 @forgotteneithne oh yeah I wasn’t tryna push anything just meant those as like ~potential examples of what I was tryna say but yes! Eithne spending the most time w her dad as his heir I love that 😩😩😩 I know he was so unbelievably proud of her too 😩😩😩 and omg 🥺🥹 aoife connecting w unseen powers im WEEP 😩😩😩😩 you got this queen!!!!! I love the idea of like…their spheres of influence/hanging out w which parent kinda pushed them down individual paths that’s so presh 🥺🥺🥺

forgotteneithne Aug 2 @giadesstrin oh no I def didn’t think you were trying to push anything!!! 💕💕 ALSO thinking about how we’d sort of discussed that Rosie is often Aoife’s ‘voice’ in situation— not that Rosie is forcing those ideas upon Aoife but that they’re sort of on the same page about these things!! Also just being the two youngest and maybe having less pressure of being the heir and, technically, the second in line for @forgottenbrigit I just realized!!! (Duh Kate, that’s how families work! 🤷🏻‍♀️) the two tbc Younger girls really got to explore things in sort of a different way that the older two! giadesstrin Aug 2 @forgotteneithne omggggg yassss and maybe even this coming out of them being the two who take spiritualism to a different place, both of them being younger and thus needing their mom more when she died and tryna reach out thru smth unseen and spiritual that she believed in!!!!! I looooove!!!! And omg yassss i def think rosie was spoiled haha I lowjey think her being the baby and losing her mom so early led bran to coddle her more tbqh like she lowkey learned what death was by watching it takeTBC Her mom and bran wanted to try to make up for that plus the fact that he was so overwhelmed by being a single dad to four girls suddenly and yeahhhh maybe overcompensated a bit 😭😂 @forgottenbrigit @forgotteneithne omg yeah au where eithne goes missing for a bit or smth and Brigit has to try being lady of the wood for a bit 😭😂 forgotteneithne Aug 2 @giadesstrin Eithne DEFINITELY coddled Rosie! She's desperate for nothing bad to happen to her sisters EVER but ESPECIALLY Rosie! Because she is the baby-- even now! Also i now am having so many thoughts about Brigit being the next in line to take Malconaire! like maybe there was this unspoken thing after @forgottencassimir showed up that it was him but Eithne def always wanted it to be brigit! and maybe she even considered that brigit might be the steward?! tbc (sorry @forgottencillian !) but idk... eithne knew her fate was malconaire so she wanted her sisters to have a chance to go out an explore and make their own lives so she might have never mentioned it to @forgottenbrigit !!! giadesstrin Aug 2 @forgotteneithne @forgottenbrigit oh cillian woukd 100000% agree that Brigit deserves it over him!! I also wonder if like…in Valentina’s mind it was Cassimir next but in brand it was still Brigit? And maybe that’s part of what caused the first argument there like bran still out his girls’ rights over his adopted children? Idk!! But also 🥺😩 eithne coddling rosie!!!!! Protecting her!!!! I feel like rosie def went through a phase when she first went to court of at once like craving that and tbc Rebelling against it bc she’s ‘too old’ for that now etc etc but yeah post-war she def realizes how lucky she was and how much she took that for granted even while rejecting it but I also don’t think she really knows how to articulate all of that?? And weirdly her trying like stop eithnes marriage etc is not only her just being a loving sister who wants the best for her etc…but also tryna repay her in kind and apologize for being a jerk when she was in her rebellious teen years hahaha forgotteneithne Aug 2 @giadesstrin Awww Rosie! <3 Ooo i could def imagine there might be a bit of a tiff between she and Eithne if Rosie felt like her older sister was at court, too, to 'watch out' for her! (which, lets be real, she probably kind of was!) but her trying to pay eithne back! SOB! I think she would totally have understood Rosie was just 'at that age' but also <3333333 giadesstrin Aug 2 @forgotteneithne oooh omg now I’m like 😭😭😭 bc what if they were in a bit of a fight when rosie left the castle fir malconaire and then all this hardship was breaking out and Rosie just felt so incredibly guilty terrified that might’ve been the last thing she ever said to her sister and 😭😭😭

Malconaire Imbolc Traditions

It is said that Phaedra, the goddess of spring, is often granted this one day by Xerxes, the god of winter, to allow the everyone to gather enough firewood to last them the rest of the winter. If the weather on Imbolc is fair, then the mornings are spent harvesting firewood in preparation for the rest of the winter to come. If, however, the weather is fowl, it is taken as a sign that winter is to come to an end soon, and instead everyone spends their mornings around the fire with warm drinks in hand celebrating that warmer days are ahead.

The evergreen trees are often decorated for Imbolc and the great tree that grows through Malconaire has always been decorated by the children of the current Lord the night before

It has always been a tradition for the four girls to stay up late into the night placing garlands and ornaments upon its branches.

In the afternoon, the unmarried girls partake in a parade where they all wear white with their hair unbound as a symbol of purity and youth

They go from house to house in the village and receive food that shall be offered to the guardians that evening

It is said that Imbolc is the coldest night of the year and that it is the one night that the god Xerxes is allowed a warm haven from the cold winter nights

It is said that, if he is not invited in, that he shall cover the land in a great blizzard and his wrath shall know no mercy until the first day of spring comes

In each house, a bed is made up for Xerxes

A family member is then chosen to represent Xerxes (at Malconaire it is often Brigit given that this was her nameday)

Wearing a crown of ivy and snowdrops, they circle the house three times before knocking thrice upon the door and asking to be let in. On the third time, they are welcomed.

There is then a great feast in the evening to mark the last night of winter. Food and drink are set aside for the guardians.

After the festivities, they light candles and visit the graves of their loved ones -- decorating them with garlands of holly and ivy -- and saying silent prayers

Before going to bed, clothing is left out for the guardians to bless, with the hope that they shall give their wearer both healing and protection

The day following the festival, the entire village undergoes a "spring cleaning" as they look forward to the next season (brigit hated this part ngl)

They also rake the ashes smooth from the fire in the great hall to see if there are any signs that Xerxes had, indeed, visited

If there was nothing, it would be believed that bad fortune was coming to them during the next winter unless they made enough offerings to the guardians

Brigit's Birthday Traditions

Since Imbolc is actually Saint Brigid's day, I'm headcannoning that Brigit was actually born on Imbolc!

Her mother was not due for many weeks yet and when she suddenly went into labor during the celebration and festivities, it all came to a halt

It did not look well and they were concerned that neither she nor Brigit would survive

In the chaos, a bed was never made for Xerxes and a terrible storm blew through Malconaire which prevented the doctor from being sent for

When Sorcha realized what had happened, she stood from her own bed and opened the window, whispering out to Xerxes that her bed was his own, if he would spare her child

Despite Bran's insistence, Sorcha would not get back into her bed

A few moments before midnight, Brigit was born and as soon as she came into the world the wind and the snow stopped

When the doctor did arrive, he was stunned to see both mother and child were in such good health

In the morning, when the fire had burned out and the ashes were made smooth, there was a small rock found beneath them that Sorcha swore resembled a horse

She said that they should all take it as a sign that Xerxes has been there, after all, and it was he who saved them. She also said that she feared that this would mean that her Brigit would be as untameable and fierce as a wild horse (she was right)

Brigit's mother used to tell her this story whenever Brigit felt like she was out of place

When she was little, she believed it wholeheartedly, but as she grew older, she started to think her mother just told her this to make her feel better

It wasn't until she started to see the guardians for herself that she started to wonder if, perhaps, it was all true after all

She still has the rock that was found in the ashes

Brigit's present on her 18th birthday was the bow that belonged to her grandfather, Commander Lorcan

His sword and armour, of course, stayed with Lorcan and are in Padraig's possession but both her cousin and her father determined that Brigit ought to have his bow <3

@forgottenaoife & @forgottenroisin : I'm not sure if this has been established anywhere before, but I was wondering what the Malconaire's parents stance was on religion? Writing this, I feel like Sorcha was rather religious but Bran was more just in it for tradition? Thoughts on this???

#about #ooc #macdara malconaire #sorcha malconaire #eithne malconaire #brigit malconaire #aoife malconaire #cillian frost #cassimir malconaire #valentina malconaire #lore

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denerims-archive · 6 years ago

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please please please give me 49.

It’s been such a long time since Odelia has felt like this.

Free.

She’s out of breath, her lungs are burning. Fifteen years or so stuck in a stuffy old monastery has done nothing for her athleticism. Not to mention her leathers feel like they’re squeezing her ribcage and she keeps having to hike up her skirts to bound over carts that astonished, baffled and sometimes very angry salesman are pushing through the market stalls.

Odelia’s out of breath and her lungs are burning but her laughter is spilling out of her lips as she and Flynn race through Boralus.

“’Scuse me! ‘Scuse me,” Flynn announces to anyone and everyone as he nearly bounds straight into a plank two men are carrying across the walkway. The two of them dart under it, the clinking of the Ashvane thugs’ armor growing ever closer.

They know these streets like the backs of their hands still. Odelia and Flynn may be stealing important documents - not candies or a noblewoman’s coin purse -but adrenaline in her veins makes her think she’s twelve again.

The thugs are gaining on them. Flynn heads down a concourse of alleys and out into another part of the market. Luckily, it’s busy and they’re able to disappear into the crowd.

The pair slows, walking as casually as they can, catching their ragged breaths.

Looking out of the corners of their eyes at each other, Flynn and Odelia flash relieved smiles at each other.

“Glad to see you haven’t lost your touch,” Flynn comments, tucking the papers into his jacket.

“Hmph. You too,” Odelia challenges teasingly.

“Shit,” Flynn says under his breath, eyes straight ahead. Another pair of Ashvane thugs are at the end of the market stall row they’re being funneled through. Odelia’s heart leaps into her throat.

Looking behind them, she sees the other two that were chasing them, searching through the crowd and gaining quickly.

“Flynn-” Odelia starts, voice a bit panicked.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, grabbing a large, wide-brimmed lady’s hat from one of the stalls.

“Uh, what? Sure-”

“Good enough,” Flynn says, sweeping her in between two of the wooden market stalls and pressing her against the brick wall. It’s wet against her back from the morning’s rain. Any breath she’s managed back is taken from her when he plops the hat on her head and kisses her in one smooth motion.

It’s a long, deep kiss, shadowed by the hat. Flynn’s hands grab desperate at her hips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him closer, brushing her tongue against his bottom lip. He opens willingly, deepening the kiss as he pins her body against his.

They stay like that for what feels like an eternity.

The last time Flynn kissed her it was nothing like this. It had been an experiment. They were seven and eight respectively, curious about why their oldest friend in the orphanage would risk a paddling just to go out with some prissy girl. It had been a quick peck on the lips, after lights out, underneath the moonlight of the windows.

“Ew,” they’d both giggled in agreement and had crawled back into bed.

This, decidedly, was not ew.

When Flynn pulls away and looks around, Odelia’s cheeks are flushed. From the kiss or the run, she’s not entirely sure but her legs are weak.

He turns back to her and grins widely, his hand still on her hip.

“What a bunch of idiots!” he announces gleefully. Flynn was never one to steal out of greed. He loved the chase, simple as that. His cheeks are flushed from the chase.

“Yeah,” she laughs, relieved and simultaneously shaken to her core. Gently, Odelia takes the hat from her head and sets it back on the shop owner’s stand. The old woman seemingly hadn’t noticed, too busy trying to sell a whole load of hats to a noblewoman.

“Come on then. Let’s get this back to Cyrus,” Flynn says, straightening out his coat. When he leaves her, Odelia aches.

“Right,” she nods, joining him in the crowd once more.

It takes her the entire walk to put her head back on right again. Flynn doesn’t seem to notice, chattering away as usual. More than once, she touches her lips to stop them from tingling.

#flynn talks to much when he's nervous and that's all i'll say #thanks bud <333333 #mine: writing*#ship: you me and the sea #queensdales #personal: mail bag #rosie fell asleep like a nerd so she doesnt get to read this till the morning

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fightingdragonswithwho · 3 years ago

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okay i hope that you're on your way to dreamland v soon but your profile picture ??? it's the cutest thing ever

Rosie! thank you so much, you’re so sweet! i always love your taylor related themes, they’re always so pretty!

i will be escaping to dreamland soon, i promise! wishing you an amazing rest of your day/night! <3

#rosie 🧣#thank you thank you <333333 #ana! replies #ask!#not cm #lovely people <3

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wexhappyxfew · 4 months ago

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From Prompt List #3, can I please request [ TO THE THREAT ]: " is there a problem over here? " for Judy and Rosie OR [ TO THE THREAT ]: " right, either you leave or i kick you out. your choice" for Carrie and Douglass?

Thank you! I always enjoy reading your Silver Bullets stories!

-lestweforget5

HI AND HELLO MY FRIEND @lestweforget5 !!!!!!!!! thank you SO MUCH for sending this in!!! and thank you so so much for the love for Silver Bullets! they are truly my pride and joy to write and knowing they were just as enjoyed just makes me <333333 for this, i decided to write the carrie x dougie piece and prompt because someone requested the judy x rosie piece with the SAME prompt and so that will be coming out eventually!!! i wanted to write it either way and so i was very happy sent that in, too! be on the lookout for that soon! ANYWAY! please enjoy this carrie x dougie piece that cracked open the energy of carrie of being the eldest sibling + daughter, overachiever, stubborn, and emotionally bottled-up person she is <3 carrie achterberg you will always be famous (and loved)!!!

it's in the jar

(a/n): carrie achterberg, forever my stubborn, sweet pea who just wants to be cared for and loved! please enjoy this piece that focuses in a bit more on carrie and her character, alongside james douglass who clearly and evidently cares for carrie achterberg more than anything :) carrie x dougie u will always be famous! plz enjoy! and thank you again! <333

"And if you'da seen it," Carrie whispered to herself, her mind suddenly a hundred miles up in the sky, Silver Bullets swinging side to side, bullets and ammo ricocheting off the side, smearing up through the bitter cold against the metal, "you would've thought that I'da been dead." Carrie threw a small pebble, hearing the quick pattering sound it made into the jar she had placed at the base of the chair where she sat when she was Bombardier; Lieutenant Achterberg.

Now, instead, she was just Carrie.

"Then," Carrie whispered quietly, aiming the next small pebble in her hand carefully, "Krauts going right by. Boom, boom, BOOM. One after the next. Never did I see my life flash faster than I did in those 10 seconds." She aimed and watched as the pebble landed again in the jar.

That's what you get training to shoot and score with nothing but a Norden bombsight for months.

"10 seconds," Carrie whispered, holding up the next pebble, "all it took for Margie Harlowe to take the hit, knocked unconscious." The screams filled her mind as she sat there frozen, pebble in hand, her voice echoing off the walls of the inside of the nose of Silver Bullets like a paralyzing echo, a hollow one.

A shiver ran down her spine as she sat there, before aiming and harshly smacking the pebble into the jar, the patter-patter of the pebble making its way inside. Carrie picked up another, the texture smooth between her fingers as she adjusted and took aim.

"She's in the Med-Bay, unconscious," Carrie whispered, trying to maintain composure of herself, "almost reminded me of Birdie Faulkner. Almost." Almost, Carrie thought quietly. Except Margie's alive, Birdie's not. She aimed, fired and BOOM. The pebble was inside the jar again.

"But we were still in the air, ya know? Even with Margie hit above, knocked flat-out unconscious, we still had a mission to complete. The bullet sprays - like a sheet of ice hitting fire. Splaying out across the wide berth of Silver Bullets," Carrie said quietly, holding up another pebble, "you'da thought that we were going to di-"

"You thought what?" Carrie froze, whipping her head around, eyes narrowed, ablaze with light to find James Douglass there. She anxiously thumbed the pebble in between her fingers before clenching her jaw, turning and launching the pebble, which sailed right inside the jar. Then she glanced back at Dougie.

"What are you doing here?"

"This where you hide out after missions?" he asked her, ignoring her obvious question she had posed in the first place.

"Hide out?" she managed out with a scoff, turning in her crossed-legged form to pick up another pebble, "I don't hide out. I escape the chatter, Dougie. The noise, if you will." She glanced over her shoulder, glanced at him up and down, hands on his hips, smirk on his face, eyes softly staring at her own. A right sight if you were to ask her.

"How the hell did you know I was here?"

"Carlisle." Carrie raised a brow and Dougie chuckled.

Oh Bessie Carlisle, what the hell.

"Oh." Carrie said quietly, picking up another pebble and launching it forward, watching it knock inside the jar with a clink. The air was tense, almost like Dougie expected her to say something - but she didn't want to say anything. Trying to calm down from that was already enough. She didn't have any reason to perturb Dougie. Not like she tried to in the first place anyway.

Carrie slowly glanced back over her shoulder. Dougie was still standing there, quiet look on his face, like processing her words wasn't enough. Like he had to find out more. She didn't want him to find out more.

"Uh….something you need?" she asked awkwardly, feeling bad at the flash of guilt in his gaze, "Help with something or…..to talk-"

"No." Dougie said with a shake of the head and a nod, "Just…..wondering what you were up to."

"Yeah." Carrie said, her mood dimming as she sat there, equally remembering what she was doing, too. The screams, the blank stares, the blood. Carrie blinked. She looked at him again.

"Also was wondering if you wanted to come hang with some of the guys. Get your mind off Harlowe for a minute and well….outta this bucket of bolts." Carrie's lip quirked upwards the slightest bit. Inclusion was one of the things that would warm her heart every time, someone realizing that obviously she wasn't okay, but wanting to make the effort to make sure she was okay or could get her half-way there.

"I'm afraid I won't be much fun tonight, Dougie, but," Carrie offered a slight smile and a nod, "I appreciate the offer." Dougie put on a smile and nodded before sticking his hands in his pockets and nodding at her.

"It's all good, I get it," he said quietly, "shit like that sticks with you." Carrie nodded. It fell quiet and suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by the silence herself. She cleared her throat.

"Right," Carrie said quietly, eyeing him up and down there in the doorway to the nose of the plane, "well, either you leave or I kick you out." She met his gaze before turning it back towards the nose. "Your choice." Dougie let out a low whistle.

"My choice, huh?" he said, slowly making his way into the nose of the plane, knocking gentle on the metal bolts inside of her that Ken had screwed in that one time before a mission, "What are friends for then?" Carrie sent him a look, before slowly turning her head forward again.

"Care to explain the whole jar thing?" Carrie glanced at him quickly again. "And why you're alone in here?" Carrie fell quiet for a few moments, considering his words and her own thoughts. She let out a quiet sigh, thumbing the pebble over in between her fingers again.

"Well," Carrie started, "usually I get through about 10 pebbles before I realize I can process what happened. Each pebble that goes by, I talk about something that happened, something that jumped out at me. Margie's injury, for example. I speak about it. Let myself hear it, see it. Then, I throw the pebble away. Into the jar. And I don't take it out… ever. And then that memory is gone. Shoved away in a jar, covered by all those pebbles, all those memories. All gone."

There was something in Dougie's eye as he looked to her and she suddenly felt much more self-conscious then ever under his gaze. Her cheeks warmed and she brushed a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear before looking at him.

"Don't act like it's a dumb way to cope, I know how fast liquor and beer seem to disappear around here." she said quietly. But Dougie let out a quiet chuckle and for once there was no jeer, or teasing comment or anything of the sort. Just an acknowledgment, a chuckle, a nod and a look.

"And it seems to work?" Dougie asked her and she glanced over her shoulder at him and nodded. She watched as he took in her words and stepped closer, before settling down on the metal ground beside her, criss-crossed, their upbent knees nearly touching as he sat there next to her. He looked at her and she offered him a quiet, reserved look.

Carrie figured she had to look a sight. After interrogation, she hadn't gone anywhere except straight back to Silver Bullets, hiding up in the nose of the plane to try and forget. Her B3 looked nearly charred in a few places, her blonde hair greasy, possibly tangled and in a poor looking bun, smoke and grease stains on her face, near her eyes and along her forehead - her entire body ached, with exhaustion and hunger - and her mind hurt to even conjure a coherent thought. She sighed.

"It's hard," Carrie said quietly, watching as she tossed the pebble forward, hearing it clatter into the jar, "watching Margie like that. Seeing the other girl's faces. It sucked." Carrie sent another pebble forward, the clank satisfying enough for her to breathe. She looked at Dougie, who watched quietly - rather invested at that.

"Yeah," Dougie said softly, looking down and glancing at the jar set beneath her chair, "no one wants to talk about it either. But it hurts everyone. Ya know?" Carrie stiffly nodded before glancing over at him.

"Here," she said, offering him a pebble, "have a go." He watched her as she offered him a small smile. "You are a bombardier after all. Helps to have some aim." Dougie grinned at her words and looked at the jar. He aimed it for a moment, staring at the jar intensely before glancing over at her.

"I thought we were going to die up there today." he said quietly, before aiming the pebble again, more confidently and letting it sail into the jar a clink following. Carrie watched him for a moment, his eyes staring off forward towards the jar in a distant way she couldn't describe. And she felt her heart sag a bit at the sight. She felt bad. Instead, she picked up a pebble, quickly took aim and launched it forward.

"Me too." she said as a tiny clink followed. She glanced over as Dougie met her gaze and offered a small smile his way. He managed a small one back. For a second, they just watched one another's eyes - and Dougie did have a tender enough gaze to make the ice melt it seemed. Carrie let a small laugh escape past her lips as she looked away and down at the pile of stones at her feet.

"What?" she heard Dougie ask with a small chuckle as she picked up a few stones, wordlessly handing him a few before holding a few herself.

"A few of the stones in various jars were because of you." she said with a smirk, glancing his way, watching as awe seemed to fall upon his features. And she couldn't help but laugh a bit more."Don't act so surprised, Dougie, there were plenty of reasons to throw some pebbles in the jar," she said sending him a grin, "be lucky you never have to hear 'em."

"I never get to hear them? Oh, c'mon, Bergie, give me a laugh," he said, "what could I have said to earn a pebble in the jar?" Carrie raised a brow.

"Please tell me you're joking." she said.

"What?"

"Exhibit A," Carrie said, taking a pebble, making quite the show of holding it up in front of her before taking aim at the jar, "today Dougie sat beside and man, you should've seen his face when I told him a few of the reasons some pebbles are in the jar are because of him. I told, you must be joking and he just proceeded to stare." Then, she took aim and let the pebble sail into the jar, a tiny clink following.

Then, she looked over at Dougie, whose face was a mixture of something she couldn't quite make out - surprise, awe, maybe slightly dazed? Carrie chuckled as she uncurled her legs from their stiff, crisscross position and stood to her feet, removing the tiny pebble and turning to him.

"Wanna have another go?" she asked him, looking down at him as the setting sunbathed the front of his face in a honey-gold, shining through the nose of Silver Bullets in quite a glorious way, "Feel free to have a go at whatever you want." Dougie watched her.

"Why the hell you remove the pebble?" he asked her, smiling a bit, "Thought that sorta stuff went in the jar and never came out. Ya know, things you wanted to forget." Carrie smirked and shook her head.

"Nah, I don't want to forget that." she said laughing at the slightly surprised face he wore as she settled down next to him again, bumping her knee against his own, before turning to him, "Seriously, even if it's something stupid, it relieves some stress. It could be anything." Dougie just watched her and she took the moment to reach forward, uncurl his hand and put the pebble in his palm. Then, she nodded.

"Have at it." she said, quirking out a grin. Dougie watched her for a moment before looking towards the jar.

The silence, accompanied by their breathing, filled with tiny front nose of Silver Bullets, and it was enough to possibly have driven her crazy - but there was something comforting about sitting here, beside Dougie, in the silence. In what was to be after a day like that. He took aim and then let out a breath.

"Hearing Silver Bullets got hit scared the shit outta me." he said quietly and Carrie's smile slowly fell - she could feel the corners of her lips slowly drop, her heart beginning to pound faster, and her palms growing sweaty. Suddenly, sitting next to Dougie made her eyes water.

"Blakely had come running, threw open the doors, mentioned something or other about a plane being hit pretty badly, some wounded on board and that it was Silver Bullets. Couldn't help the fact that my mind went to the worst." Dougie said quietly, licking his lips before adjusting his shoulders and looking at the jar again, "Thought she was dead."

And with that, he launched the pebble forward and it landed perfectly inside the jar.

Then, it was silent.

This was the first time in ages where she was sat with Dougie and it was dead silent.

Slowly, Carrie pulled her eyes from the jar and glanced over at Dougie who sat there, jaw clenched, fists balled at the curves of his knees.

"Dougie-"

"It's in the jar." Dougie said, pushing himself rather suddenly to his feet and wiping off his pants, "Just….glad everyone else is okay." Carrie looked up at him, watching as he adjusted his crusher cap to his head and then grabbed the white scarf he'd placed by Bessie's navigator chair.

"Wait. Dougie, wait-" Carrie said, pulling herself to her feet as he wrapped the scarf around, "I…..I thought…."

"We didn't know who had gotten hit, just that someone was wounded," Dougie said, glancing her way, "so hearing it was Margie, it was a lot. That's all. Especially after Faulkner. That shit stays with you." Then, Dougie fixed his cap and looked at her deeply.

"I thought it was you." he said, and then turned and jumped down right out of the plane. Carrie stood still, completely frozen for a moment, before shaking her head.

No, no, no.

He didn't get to just leave while saying that. To her. Carrie grabbed her crusher cap, shoving it on her head and jumped down out of the plane, feet landing on the tarmac. The wind had picked up since she had holed up inside the plane nose.

Turning her head, she watched Dougie walking away back towards the nissen huts and stood up, righting herself before hurrying after him.

"Dougie!" she called after him, "Dougie!" He didn't stop at her words and with the flurry of emotion in her body right now, everything inside her wanted to scream at him to stop and turn around and look at her. But that small child inside of her told he'd walk away. Everyone always walked away. Her eyes welled with tears that she tried to blink away.

"James!" she yelled and it seemed that caused him to stop, back straightening as he turned towards her, face set as he looked at her - where she was rapidly approaching him, casting her to gaze upwards at him as she stopped in front of him.

Breathing a bit heavier than she had wanted, she looked at him, his eyes narrowed, gaze darkened and anxiety swirling. She sucked in a breath.

"What the hell was that?" she managed out, watching him intently, trying to untangle and undo him in anyway, "You thought-"

"It's in the jar." Dougie said again, firmer this time, "It's over."

"No." Carrie said quickly, hanging onto every word from that second in the nose of Silver Bullets, "You thought…it was me? Why?" Her words were left out in the open, lingering in the air between them, the question unwrapped, awaiting an answer.

Dougie just watched her, his eyes searching hers as they flicked back and forth in her gaze, his head tilted, that crusher cap crooked on top his head again.

James Douglass had never openly voiced any sort of emotion towards her that didn't start with a joke and end with a smirk. And to be fair, neither had she. She had never thought of anything more than what their bickering and teasing was - something good natured, something to get you through the war. Carrie blinked.

"Dougie…." she started quietly, but instead he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her fully.

"Can I ask you something?" he said quietly, catching her completely off-guard. Carrie watched him, her heart continuing to pound - Dougie's eyes continuing to watch her - and she nodded.

"What is it?"

"Do you think I don't care about you?"

Now it was her turn to be silent.

Carrie stared at him.

Something inside of her wanted to cry.

"I…" Carrie started quietly, her throat choking up as she shut her mouth and cleared her throat, "I'm not…." She couldn't get her words out. Between him staring at her like that, her mind playing tricks on her, and her thoughts running wild, she couldn't even get herself to speak. He watched her as she cleared her throat.

"Not like that." she managed out, looking up at him as her eyes watered, letting out a shaky breath. There was so much said in the unsaid and with each passing second, the more her emotions were taking hold of her.

She thought of Margie in that moment - not only a crew member, and someone who had been there from the beginning, but a friend. Someone who was like a sister. Almost and nearly dead.

She thought of Birdie Faulkner, who had gotten this whole crew together in the first place - the whole reason she was here now - who was now dead and gone.

She thought of her family - back home in New York - her parents constantly gone, her siblings constantly asking for her, the long nights spent studying late at night, making up for lost time during the day. The times she had to skip school, get out of work early just to help her siblings - all the mouths that needed to be fed, the time that needed to be spent with to make sure they wouldn't end up like her, like Carrie.

How much she had put out and no one had cared.

Until she came to the Silver Bullets crew.

Until she'd been with other women who had felt pain just like she had.

Carrie's eyes welled with tears and she couldn't help but feel her chin shake and her lip wobble as Dougie watched her. She let out a weak whimper before sniffling and putting down her head to shake away the emotion.

"I'm sorry." she managed out, voice high-pitched.

"You don't have to apologize for anything." Dougie said quietly as she shook her head.

"I shouldn't be crying like this-"

"It's okay, Carrie."

"I'm sorry-"

"Carrie." Dougie said quietly, looking down at her with a tender look, "You don't have to say sorry." She looked at him, a few stray tears crawling down her cheeks as she nodded.

"Here." Dougie said, pulling the white scarf from his neck and handing it to her as she wiped at her eyes.

"Thanks." she managed out, sniffling as she took in the soft scent of the scarf - God, it smelled like him. So much like him. Even if he was standing right here. Him, that cologne he always wore - him.

"I'm serious though." Dougie said, nodding, before chuckling slightly - whether it was his nerves or how close they were standing, "I thought it was you. Couldn't help it. I hear the words Silver Bullets and there you are in my mind." Carrie looked up at him, managing the tiniest hint of a smile and laughed slightly, a stray tear falling down her cheek.

"It's just been a lot, that's all," she managed out, her voice struggling to break again, "especially after Birdie. And now Margie." Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, and wiped at her eyes, sniffling. Dougie placed a hand on her shoulder, softly rubbing his thumb against the exposed part of her neck, before looking to her.

"It's in the jar, Carrie." he said quietly, "Right?" She looked up at him. Then, she broke out in a smile, before a small, watery laugh escaped her lips. Lightly, she smacked the feather-light scarf at him before chuckling again.

"What?" he said with a chuckle, "It got you laughing, didn't it?" She looked up at him and managed to hold the smile for a bit longer.

"Yeah," she said quietly, "thanks for that." They grew quiet and he watched her, nodding.

"Come get some dinner, alright?" he said and she nodded. Slowly, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she glanced up at him with a small smile. Pulling her into his side, he grinned at her.

"C'mon, Bergie, who else would I be able to crack a joke with and get my own balls broken with at the same time?"

"Oh shut the fuck up." Carrie said with a chuckle as Dougie grinned.

"Nah, nah, I'm being serious, who else, huh? Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

"She'd only break your balls and then some." Dougie laughed, before looking at her with a small grin.

"C'mon," he said as they began walking towards the mess hall, "I'll buy you a drink after." Carrie smirked.

"What a gentleman." she whispered with a snicker.

"Remind me about the last time I bought you a drink-"

"Oh don't you even DARE start with that, Dougie-"

"I have every opportunity to take it back-"

"Dougie!" He looked at her with a grin. Her eyes softened.

"Thanks again." she said quietly, for caring.

Softly, without much of a word, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of her head underneath her lopsided crusher cap, before continuing to walk forward beside her.

"Thank you." she whispered under her breath, side of her head warm where his lips had just pressed - small, hardly even a peck, but enough for her body to go hot, her mind to scramble. Thank you for caring, she wanted to say, for me, about me, with me.

Thank you for caring for me.

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Thanks :3333

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All of you are so perfectly wonderful and very, very awesome :333

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rosieee!! hi hi!!

just wanted to drop by and check in - how have you been? your new theme is so cute!! i love how pastel and soft it is, and the person in your pfp is so <333333

i was going to send in a request, but i realized you have a lot and so i don’t want to overwhelm you! good luck on all of theme, they sound so fun and interesting!

take care rosie! <3

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Eve, hello!! I have been well, I hope you have been too <3

And thank youu! My profile picture is of Cove from Our Life: Beginnings and Always - I HIGHLY recommend the game, it's free on steam and itch.io :3

My requests are stacking up since I'm taking so much time on certain ones (cough Our Life cough) XD Both are meant to be longer writings, being oneshots fbdks

Take care, too, Eve!! <333

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Rosie here, how are you feeling today? I love all your work and have been reading for a while. I was wonderin' if you could do a pt.2 to the tickling fic with bucky x reader? It's fine if not <333333 much love.

hi Rosie!! I am feeling well! thank you so much for taking the time to read my fics!! it means a lot. <3

also yes!! Nervous part 2 is currently a work in progress and will be my next long fic that i post. Right now i’m focusing on drabbles because I’m very busy atm with work and whatnot so its just easier! but it will be uploaded soon i promise!! thank you again

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CONGRATULATIONS ROSIE!! 💚 you deserve each and every one of them~

thank you so much cool person!!!! <333333

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scuffed-wizards · 6 years ago

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Mctorious One Shot: Pt 2

And here we are, the second part to the first ever one shot written for this AU. This part was wriiten by Mod PeonyPuff and I fucking LOVE IT!!!

Also, make sure to check out Part 1 if you haven’t...of course.

Thank you guys so much for the support the AU has gotten so far, every like and reblog means so much to us <333333

Okay, here it is, the fluff you have been waiting for. Enjoy!!

The day after the watch incident, Matt bumped into Jay once again. Granted they did have a couple of classes together, but he was still thankful that he was able to find the boy again, especially since he is known for hiding around the castle.

It was his Defense Against The Dark Arts class in which Matt saw Jay again. He was sitting in the far corner of the classroom, clearly trying to sit away from everyone. Looking over at his usual seat in the front row, he quickly shook that idea from his head and sat down next to Jay.

The boy tensed up a bit, quickly closing his book before looking over to see who it was, breathing a sigh of relief once the realization kicked in. “Don’t you usually sit up front?” The Kiwi mumbled, clearly still shocked that someone had sat next to him after being alone almost every year.

Matt was a bit hurt at the comment, his mind triple guessing himself as to if Jay actually enjoyed his company yesterday or not. Apparently, Jay noticed his change in behaviour, and quickly started blurting out his apology. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to say it so rudely. It’s just...no one ever sits next to me, so it’s just weird to have someone sitting here. And you usually sit up front, I know that, but after me rambling to you yesterday I thought I scared you off a bit and…” His words started trailing off near the end, as he noticed Matt’s unchanging stare on his face. “Sorry I...tend to ramble sometimes.” He muttered, looking back towards his book as the last the of students trickled into the class.

Matt was going to reply, but then the sounds of the professor calling for attention rung throughout the classroom, causing him to take out his scroll and quill for notes. Glancing over at the other, Matt noticed he didn’t even bother to get out a scroll, instead just focusing on writing in his book.

“Alright class, now, can anyone tell me what an Antipodean Opaleye is?” Professor Neywell started off, looking around the classroom until a brown haired girl from Slytherin raised her hand to answer. “It’s a dragon breed from Oceania. Known for its pearl scales that hunters will sell for a fortune.” The professor nodded in agreement, clearly happy with her answer.

“Very good, now the Opaleye is…” Professor Neywell continued on, but Matt stopped paying attention a bit as he noticed how badly Jay’s hand seemed to be shaking. He looked over at the Kiwi, who was staring at the board very intensely as his hands shook badly.

With a look around the room to make sure no one was looking over at them, Matt grabbed Jay’s hand in a loose grip, leaning over a bit as he didn’t notice the colour blooming across Jay’s face. “What’s wrong?” Matt whispered, clearly not wanting to get in trouble for talking. “It’s wrong...it’s all wrong. Creamy doesn’t do that.” Jay muttered, shaking his head a bit as tears started to well at the edges of his eyes.

The American sent a confused glance towards the Kiwi, clearly confused as to who or what a ‘Creamy’ was, but still trying to comfort his friend nonetheless. He rubbed the back of Jay’s hand with his thumb, half listening to the Neywell’s lesson, the other half just trying to figure out what made Jay tense up so much at the mention of one type of dragon.

“Now...can anyone tell me why hunters started hunting these dragons in particular?” Neywell asked, glancing around the room until a lankly Slytherin boy answered without raising his hand. “The Opaleye Massacre of 1901 in north New Zealand. An Opaleye attacked a city full of muggles and wizards, causing the city to-”

“That’s not true!” Jay stood up abruptly, the wooden chair scraping against the floor at how quickly he stood up. Every eye in the classroom turned to look at him, a few snickers being heard at how tears were running down Jay’s face. Professor Neywell gave a small smile at Jay, clearly a bit pleased that the quiet boy finally spoke up about something. “What about is not true, Mister McWyer?” Neywell asked, clearly a bit excited to hear what Jay would have to say about the matter.

“The opaleye didn’t attack the city by choice...The Opaleye’s owner was a dark wizard, and follower of Morfin Gaunt. He trained the dragon to attack the city by putting it under enchantment, and imprisoning it. Opaleyes didn’t attack wizards before this-” Jay’s explanation was cut off by the professor’s sigh.

“Mister McWyer, opaleyes are known for their violent tendencies, the chances of an opaleye being trained-” Neywell started off, clearly not amused anymore by Jay’s choice to speak up about the event.

“Opaleyes aren’t violent professor! They are-”

“McWyer! Unless you’d like to go to the Headmaster’s office, I suggest you sit down and stop arguing.” Neywell shouted, clearly just wanting to get back to his lesson now.

A minute of silence passed before Jay fled out of the room, tears streaming from his eyes as the sounds of his footsteps faded down the hall. Matt barely thought twice about grabbing the Kiwi’s book from his desk and running after him, the yells of Professor Neywell quickly fading away as Matt ran after the other.

Matt ran down the hall until he reached a wall, which was confusing to say the least. He was positive that he saw Jay running down this way...but there was nothing here but a window and wall with a painting. “It’s quite refreshing to see someone new here you know.” The painting said in a heavy Polish accent, her face contorting into a small smile. The American turned towards the painting, a bit surprised at the statement. “What do you mean?” He muttered, still trying to figure out where Jay possibly could’ve gone to.

“Well I only see a couple people actually visit our hall anymore, and that poor boy who comes here...Always crying from that professor down there. But, I’m sure he’ll be quite happy to know that you’re here.” The painting continued, her rosy cheeks widening into a larger smile.

“I’m sorry to ask, but do you know where he is?” He asked hopefully, a small smile coming to his face as he watched the painting look around for a moment before it flipped open to reveal a small room with a small corridor leading out of the corner of it. The room was well lit with a small window, while the corridor seemed to be lit by distant candles. But that was all Matt could notice before he saw Jay sniffling in the corner, the edges of his robe coming up to wipe the tears off of his face.

Quick footsteps walked over to Jay, kneeling in front of him as the painting quickly shut itself close again. The Kiwi looked up at him, more tears falling from his eyes as he seemed a bit shocked to see the American in front of him. “Class is still going you know…” Jay whispered, hiding his tear stained face in his knees, making himself look as small as possible.

“I know but you...you forgot your book. And you’re…” His mouth was dry as he was trying to figure out what to say to try and explain himself. If he was being honest with himself, Matt would say that he ran after Jay because he couldn’t stand to see Jay cry like that, and he wanted to try and put a smile back on that pretty face. But he didn’t want to admit that aloud.

Shaky hands clasped around the book as Jay took it back, slowly holding it close to his chest. “Thanks Matt...you can go back to class now.” He mumbled, slowly flipping through the pages in an attempt to focus on anything but currently hectic thoughts.

Matt shook his head, moving to sit next to Jay, who immediately tensed up which broke Matt’s heart just a bit. “Well, I’m sorry for my obvious findings, but you seem like you aren’t in the best mindset. So I’m staying until you’re smiling again.” He grinned, grabbing one of Jay’s hands and softly caressing the back of his hand with his thumb like he did back in class.

A giggled filled the silence of the room, warming Matt’s heart up as he noticed a large smile going across Jay’s face. The pair sat there for a couple of minutes, Jay’s little giggles and chuckles filling the room as Matt continued to his thumb along Jay’s knuckles in a loving manner of sorts.

Jay pulled his hand away from Matt’s, much to his dismay, and started to flip through the pages of his book until he reached one about kelpies. “Do you...would you like to hear about kelpies? I was reading about them in class, and I think there is a way you could use their spit for potions.” Jay started, pointing to his notes about the creature that he’d been taking. A smile spread across Matt’s face as he nodded in reply, leaning into Jay’s side as he listened to Jay start to go on about the creature with such happiness in his voice that you could never imagine him crying only minutes earlier. It made Matt’s heart swell as he listened...this was definitely only the start of something great.

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