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Not even the gods above [can separate the two of us]
by Cherry_trii
Blake struggles with coming into terms of everything that it's happening at war. He misses his familly, he has nightmares of everything he's seeing and doesn't know what do to with his feelings. Luckily, Schofield's cot always seems to have room for him.
Words: 2764, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 1917 (Movie 2019)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Tom Blake, William Schofield, Background & Cameo Characters
Relationships: Tom Blake/William Schofield
Additional Tags: Late Night Conversations, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Men Crying, Minor Character Death, Nightmares, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, Fluff without Plot
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From Me Too | George MacKay
requested: Hi! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is really good friends with florence pugh and florence thinks that the reader and george mackay are perfect for each other so she sets them up and they fall in love from the moment they met? i hope itâs not that confusing hehe love your work btw!! (send me some requests!)
warnings: FluffÂ
word count:Â 2,267
a/n: Thank you so much for sending in this request! ⥠Itâs way longer than I had first anticipated it being so I hope thatâs okay.
âIâm telling you, Y/N, you and George would really like each other and Iâm not just saying that!â Itâs the same line Y/N has heard a handful of times before, just with a different variation to it which always made the woman roll her eyes at her friend. Heavy sigh falls from her lips as she leans back in her chair, head rolling to the side as her eyes squinted ever so slightly at Florence who only stared back with a look of mischievous gleaming in her eyes, a faux innocent pout and furrow of her eyebrows. âFlor, Iâve told you, I donât have time for that stuff right now.â Sheâs said it so many times that sheâd begun to not believe herself anymore. Was she really that busy that she couldnât even meet the guy?Â
The thought of it made her nervous, she hadnât put herself out there like that in a while and she wasnât sure if she was really ready to date again after such a long time. Then again, she thought to herself, if she didnât do it now, the possibility of it ever happening would just get pushed out further and further until she was one of those ladies who never settle down, and just adopts 12 dogs and 4 cats, and maybe a couple of fish too. A groan leaves her lips at the thought of it as her fingers comb through her hair, gripping at the roots while her other hand rested upon the table, her fingertips drumming against the wood. She made the mistake of looking back up to Florence, who smiled encouragingly as if she knew the struggles she was facing in her mind. âYou wonât regret this, and if you do, then at least you put yourself out there.â Curse herself for becoming friends with such an amazing, strong-minded person. The hand that was entangled in her hair fell to her lap as she let out a defeated sigh, eyes closing for just a moment, âFine. Iâll do it.â Little did Y/N know, it was the same struggle on the other side of the line. George was hesitant but still less than she had been to meet him. His reasoning behind not being so sure about this was that it seemed like his career was at a point where heâd be busy a lot of the time. After 1917, he had been reached out to by a lot of companies in the hope he might consider coming for an audition. Not to mention all of the interviews he was still doing with his co-star. So, between that and just trying to live a somewhat normal life with his family, there seemed to be hardly any time for dating at the moment. Donât get him wrong, though, he wanted to meet this woman named Y/N, heâd heard so much about her from Florence practically bragging up how amazing she was. He wanted to put a face to the name already, as his curiosity was only growing stronger about her. What was the worst that could happen? So, he had finally said yes to the proposal.
Y/N stared at her reflection, nerves balling up in her stomach making it feel like there were a thousand butterflies in her. Her fingertips picked at the fabric of her shirt. This was maybe the worst part about the whole date, picking out the perfect outfit. She liked the one she had on, it was a nice middle ground, not too fancy but also not exactly casual either, but it didnât stop her from worrying. âAre you sure this looks good?â She fussed, turning around to look at Florence who sat on her bed with a satisfied smile on her face, âYes, Iâm sure. You look beautiful and Iâm sure George is going to think the same thing.â In return to her comment, Y/N gave a nod of her head exhaling a big sigh trying to breathe out all of her nerves. She felt beautiful and that gave her some confidence, and as much as she was nervous, she was also excited. It seemed as though itâd been such a long time coming for her to meet the man named George, who supposedly was perfect for her as much as she was for him. At that point, she just wanted to meet him finally. She could feel the palms of her hands growing sweaty as she chewed at the inside of her lip, she began to think about how different they were. He was a brilliant actor, well known for his work and well, she was just Y/N, she wasnât known for anything. She wasnât one to be starstruck over celebrities and that much was obvious considering one of her best friends was Florence Pugh, another amazing actress. She couldnât help but worry that he wouldnât want to date anyone that wasnât in the same industry as him as it wouldnât be easy for him to talk about the struggles, with her not really understanding it in the same way. The idea was silly to think that, and even if he was like that, then he obviously wasnât the one for her. Though, just as quick as that thought entered her mind, she shook it away with a soft sigh. From what sheâs heard about him through Florence, he wasnât like that, he was really down to earth, a gentleman and very sweet which was highly reassuring to her because she wasnât sure if she would have accepted otherwise. âI have a great feeling about this, I just know that you two are going to get along so well. I expect to be the first to be told when you two are engaged.â A sharp gasp is heard throughout the room, âFlorence!â Y/Nâs face had turned an aggressive red, the tips of her ears burning as she shook in her head in disbelief at her friend. By the tone of her voice and faux innocent smile on her face, she could see that Florence was just joking but it was too embarrassing for her. âMy God, if I didnât know better Iâd think you were already planning our weddingâŠâ Her hands rub against her pants, trying to soothe herself. A wink is given in Y/Nâs direction, a smirk dripping with mischievous, âYou never know, maybe I am.â
Any excitement she had felt now vanished in the pit of nerves that was eating at her, her stomach was swirling in a fit. Her fingertips drummed against her thigh as she sat not so patiently. She was very aware of Florence looking at her, âY/N, itâs gonna be okay. I promise.â The nervous woman gave a nod of her head before letting out a deep sigh, which worked slightly to soothe her. She wondered if George was as nervous as she was. Turns out he was, he had tried about 5 different outfits before he finally settled on one and had fussed with his hair so much that he had to put more hair product in his hair in order for it to look okay again. He hadnât been this nervous for a date in a while, maybe it was because he hadnât actually met the woman yet, and Florence hyping her up so much. He seriously felt like a teenage boy going on a date with the prettiest girl in school - a nervous wreck. His stomach was in a fit of butterflies and nerves as he swallowed deeply, exiting his car while checking his watch only to see that he was a little early. This led him to believe she wouldnât be there yet although what he didnât know was that Y/N and Florence had also arrived a bit early and were also making their way to the small cafe that Florence decided on. His eyes had been glued on the ground the whole time that he made the small walk from his car to the cafe, and when he looked up, he was very shocked to see the familiar blonde and a face he hadnât seen before. Quickly putting two and two together, he froze and his eyes grew wide, lips parting. He gazed at the woman he guessed was Y/N, soaking in every feature of hers, finding that he was holding his breath. Cheeks grew hot and turned a shade of pink, his heart just about to burst from his chest. Has he ever seen someone so beautiful? Certainly not ⊠was this what love at first sight was like? Y/Nâs eyes scanned her surroundings as she walked, she hadnât been in this area before but she thought it was beautiful. It seemed very quiet and peaceful, which helped a lot to calm her down quite a bit - she was thankful for it. It wasnât until her eyes settled in front of her that she found herself coming to a very sudden halt, an explosion of butterflies erupting in her stomach, as she found staring at George. He was a lot taller than she was expecting, as Florence failed to mention it in all the times she spoke about him. His hair was tousled, but not in a messy way if that made any sense and it made her want to run her finger through it. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue and they knocked the breath from her chest. Sheâd seen maybe one picture of him after begging her friend to show her one - she knows she couldâve just looked him up but that felt weird and wrong - but it really did him no justice. He was stunning. She noted the faint shade of pink that dusted over his somewhat tanned face, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips involuntarily. He was beautiful, and she was completely enamored. She found herself feeling dizzy for a second, could this be love at first sight? Her thoughts mirrored his own. âGeorge! Good to see you, Iâm sure youâve guessed it by now but this is the lovely Y/N Iâve told you so much about.â For a moment, she didnât really process what was happening until she did, and then she found herself blushing as well, her smile growing but now it had become shy. Her fingers working to tuck her hair behind her ear as she followed her friend closer to him. Her eyes never once left him, and she couldnât help but notice how he too seemed to have been knocked from deep thought like she had been a moment prior. Meeting one another in the middle, they found themselves gazing into one anotherâs eyes, having completely forgotten about the world around them, âItâs so nice to finally meet you, Y/N.â George says, his voice deep and smooth, almost like honey, giving Y/N a feeling she couldnât quite explain. âAnd you, George.â She responds, offering her hand for him to shake as she suddenly remembers her manners. As he took her hand, she noticed how it was warm and soft, despite the few calluses he had. His touch felt right to her, as did hers to him. It was just like Florence had said, maybe they were perfect for one another.
It was considerably later now, hours have passed since they first sat down. The sun now setting outside which made the dimmed lights in the cafe much more noticeable. They had decided to sit at a table in the corner where it was slightly more private with there being other people there as well. They could both agree that the date was going much better than either of them had expected. Any worried thoughts theyâd had before? Vanished the moment they made eye contact with another. A laugh bubbled from Y/Nâs chest, finding herself leaning forward at a joke George had made. It was amazing, she had been so nervous and hesitant to even go on the date with him and now she was having an amazing time. She felt so comfortable with him and that was the weirdest part of it all, not usually being so open and comfortable so fast. It really just felt right, almost as though she was a puzzle piece and he was the only part that fit perfectly with her. A happy sigh fell from her lips, tilting her head to the side slightly, âItâs funny, I feel like I know you already from Florence telling me about you, even though I donât really.â She thinks out loud earning a nod from the man. âI know right? I feel the same way. Itâs like Iâve known you for a while when in reality weâve only just met.â He says in agreement with a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners and faint dimples appearing. Those were some little things that Y/N had taken note to in the time theyâd spent together, finding her eyes would always linger which in return made faint blushes appear on her face. A content smile made its way on her face, resting her chin on the table and propping her chin on the outside of her hand. Thereâs a moment of silence and itâs comfortable, then she speaks again, âI think I might have to thank Florence later for doing this.â George smiles softly at this, leaning forward slightly too so they were only a few inches apart. Their noses almost brushing together and their lips ghosting over each other's, âWhen you do, give thanks from me too.â
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save me, poor boy. jack marrowbone x reader
summary đŁ: in which reader is in danger and jack is the only one who thinks he can save her, but she might not be the one who needs to be saved
warnings đ«: swearing, violence
slaterâs note đŻ: i adore jack marrowbone
jack had never seen your cheeks so pale, yet so flush with a rosy redness high in your cheekbones. he pressed the back of his hand against your cheeks, allowing the coldness to seep deep into his own skin.
he looked back up from your frail body, eyes analyzing the atmosphere of green and blue melting together into cold air.
if only you had waited for him, and if only you had never even made a visit to him that day in the first place.
somewhere in the woods, his father was roaming around, waiting for him, waiting to kill him.
âjack, please, let us help you,â jane tried to force her way through the attic door, slamming her fists against the wooden door as did billy and sam.
jack forced their voices from his head as he marched back down the stairs, holding the case of money tightly in his hand.
he was ready, he knew what he had to do. and he wasnât afraid, he couldnât be.
stepping outside, he searched for the figure of the man, his father. his eyes rapidly grazed the field that was laid out before, looking, but finding nothing.
it gave him even more anxiety than before, he couldnât find the man, he couldnât find the murder and it was then realization struck him.
you.
right before he locked his siblings into the attic he heard your voice, he saw your figure hoping out of your car, a smile on your face as you made your way into the house.
you knew just as well as he did who his father was. you knew what he did, and what he would do if he ever found the marrowbone family, especially jack.
thatâs why you took matter into your own hands, staring back at the man in the other side of the field with your own gun in hand.
âgo away!â
he didnât say anything in return, only stared back silently with a sick smile on the center of his face.
âi know who you are! i know what youâve done!â
your mouth got you in trouble.
and following that man into the woods with out real knowledge of what he could do to you once alone, got you in real trouble, real danger.
âoh y/n, what did you do now,â he whispered lowly, pressing his knuckles against his chapped lips. he could see a bruise forming along your hairline, seeming to be the reason why you were out, hit by the butt of a gun.
âbrave, but a fool. just like you.â
jack quickly flipped around, his hands tightly clasping the metal box full of cash, âdonât touch her... donât hurt her anymore, this is between me and you.â
he stayed silent, sitting down on a low rock, raising his brows as if questioning what jack was saying is true.
âhere, take the money,â jack handed the metal box off to his father who took it, still listening and seeming strangely understanding with calming eyes and facial structure.
he didnât seem disturb at all, and thatâs what scared jack.
âitâs yours, itâs what you came for, now go. you have no reason to be near the house, nor them. it was me who ratted you out and took your money. not them,â jack was breathless, on edge as to what the man would do, âtake the money and leave us alone.â
the man stood up calmly, edging onto his feet causing the uneasiness in jackâs stomach to plummet in increase. once the man seemed to be content with his stance and thoughts, he rose the metal box, slamming it across jackâs face, sending the poor boy the ground.
your head throbbed with an extraordinary pain you had never felt before. you groaned feeling nothing and yet everything at once.
your fingers felt numb and you forced them up from the ground, mindlessly reaching for the stem of pain where is was all resonating from. you held your eyes tightly shut while rolling on your back. nothing felt good, and you felt like you were going to hurl.
following the marrowboneâs father in the woods wasnât the greatest idea, and you almost forgot that was the reason you had ended up where you were. you were a fool and blinded by the idea of love, not wanting the man to do any more damage then he had already done.
once you fully came to your senses, eye lids open and body hunched on itâs side as your fingers laced into the grass, ready to push yourself to your feet, your ears filled with groans.
âjack...â your voice was barely above a whispered as your back arch, rolling further onto your side and onto your knees, eyes meeting two figures, one hunched over the other, choking and beating the struggling body beneath them.
your body felt woozy as you tipped back and forth on your feet, trying to catch balance as you stumbled over to the shotgun you had carried out in the full green woods, hoping to kill a monster... but failed.
you still had hope as your fingers tighten around the metal mouth of the gun, bringing it behind your shoulders before swinging it, the whole wooden butt hitting roughly against the soft skull of the father of your lover.
he hit the floor with a thud, his back pressed into the green carpet as he tried to catch his mind, realizing what was happening. and it was then you yourself realized the hole that was damaging the manâs throat. blood oozing from the gaping, rather large whole.
you clenched your jaw as the sounds of his choking from the large amounts of blood that filled his mouth reached your ears.
âdo it, y/n, do it.â
you had never killed a person before, but your mind told you itâd be okay, just this once itâd be fine, that you had to do it.
you pulled back the back, placing your finger on the trigger before pushing against it, pushing past the wall in your heart that always compelled you to do the right thing. your mind told you this was an exception.
the bullet put another hole through his head, laying the man to rest, sending him to hell.
your fingers felt cold and the gun dropped from your hands as realization seemed to have hit you through all parts of your body, sending you into a spiral of shock.
your stumbled before landing into his arms, his own cold hands reaching for yours as he turned you to face him. and it was something that you needed as he seemed to have nodded in approval, knowing there was no other way, that he deserved it.
jack held you closely, his arms wrapping around you tightly, hands no longer with yours but gripping around your shoulders, tightly, as if making sure you were right there, right in his arms, safe.
and he closed his eyes tightly, listening to the quickness of both your heartbeats, wishing to god that youâd always be there, always.
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â„ the two of you probably met in college through mutual friends at a party
â„ you had randomly asked him to hold your drink after one of your shoes broke and hurried off to the bathroom
â„ when you came back, it was like he had forgotten he was holding it as he started talking to your friend and looked at you weirdly when you asked for it back
â„ flash forward and heâs going through an âi will learn how to play guitar, even if it kills meâ phase
â„ but he doesnât start with the basics (of course). he goes right for learning the chords to a weird Scandinavian song he heard when he stumbled onto a foreign radio station
â„ or at least, thatâs what he told you he was learning
â„ turns out he was trying to perfect learning a song he knew you loved
â„ man is a Grade. A. simp
â„ every morning he wakes you up with a steaming cup of tea in bed
â„ some days you show up to work to see a luscious bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk from him
â„ he leaves notes in unexpected places for you to find when he goes off to shoot
â„ after you move in together, youâd get home from work and heâs ready to shower you in love and affection (and tell you everything he learned from a documentary he watched for fifteen minutes during the day)
â„ the two of you love cooking together
â„ mainly weird recipes the two of you found online
â„ everything comes out terrible in the end though because George always has to âspice it upâ
â„ usually you give up anyway, happy to order pizza because who cares
â„ as far as your friends knew, you were both great cooks
â„ George took the ideology behind âwhatâs mine is yoursâ very seriously, and applied it to most aspects of your already shared life
â„ whether it be car keys or clothes, it was shared
â„ Georgeâs favorite thing to share happened to be personal space
â„ in the car, Georgeâs hand was either tangled with yours or settled on your knee; maybe resting on the back of your seat---it really didnât matter as long as he was in arms length of you
â„ when you usually went about your chores around the house, George would follow you around to help you or just âkeep you companyâ
â„ it probably was because of how much you worked during the week
â„ he loves wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair after a long day
â„ between pressing soft kisses to your shoulders, heâd hum in response to you talking about your day
â„ George was always on one side of the bed when you went to sleep, yet youâd wake up twisted around him in his embrace or on the opposite side without any recollection as to how youâd gotten there
â„ while you felt unkempt and sweaty, he was still dozing off blissfully, completely unbothered
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In The Trenches - George Mackay x Reader
Navigating the trenches and obstacles of No Manâs Land was hard enough during the filming of 1917. No one expected you and lead actor George Mackay to actually have to fight your way out of the set when things suddenly started to go wrong.Â
A/N: Here it is! I hope you all enjoy it and I might be writing some more and maybe adding a tagslist, so who knows!
Words: 1562
Warnings: possible spoilers for 1917 (if you squint), cursing, a lil making out
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No matter how illustrious a film promised to be, the last thing you ever wanted to do was slide on your ass into a death trap replica of a WWI trench and paint actors with just enough mud and fake horse shit and whatever else they needed to look the right amount of miserable. Yet there you were, sliding on your ass into a trench replica to dip your brushes in the mud and then wipe it on peopleâs faces and so on.
The film itself was an incredible feat of cinematography and physical work, especially from the two leads, Dean and George. They were both sweet young men and were very respectful and cooperative, especially when you had to cover them in various trench shit.Â
At that particular moment, you were being led through âNo Manâs Landâ to where George and Dean were. One of the challenges that Lance Corporals Schofield and Blake faced in the film involved navigating through a boobytrapped German trench and bunker system. Your job was to be ready in case the scene had to be filmed again and makeup had to be fixed.Â
As you made your way over to the other trench, you couldnât help but feel your stomach twist up in knots. You knew why too: George Mackay. The tall, blond, blue-eyed boy had been a constant customer in your makeup chair since filming had started and even before then, you had been on set during the six-month rehearsals. You had watched him and Dean rehearse their scenes and do military drills and you couldnât deny the fact that you were attracted to him. He was like a magnet.
And the craziest part was he often approached you first. It was terrifying.
You never allowed yourself to dwell on it, which is why the five-ten minute journey from trench to trench was torture. By the time you reached your destination, your hands were shaking.Â
âYou know he has to film his scenes, right? You donât have to talk to him.â Rachel, the other hairstylist, offered you a comforting smile. She knew all about your infatuation with George.Â
âI know, but part of me wants to. The other side of me wants to take this golf cart and drive as far away as I can.â You whined, showing her a weak smile in return. She laughed.Â
âCâmon Juliet. Letâs go find Romeo and make sure his foundation isnât running.âÂ
âYou arenât funny. At ALL.â You groaned, sliding out of the cart.
The crew was usually set up in a base camp, and the cameras would follow Dean and George wherever they were going because of how the movie was being shot.
Unfortunately for us, they had already done one take and needed to do it again. This meant we had to go into the German bunker and fix the boysâ makeup.Â
âYou know, when I applied to be a makeup artist in the movie world, I didnât think Iâd be drudging through trenches.â You muttered to Rachel as an assistant led you through the bunker, all of you holding flashlights. She snorted.
âYou know, me neither.â A very familiar British accent ascended from the darkness, causing you to let out a shriek. The accent began to laugh and revealed himself to be the one and only George Mackay.Â
âOh shit Y/N, I didnât mean to scare you.â He grinned. George was covered in âdustâ and âdebrisâ from the disaster he had just recently survived, which meant you would have to clean him off and reapply what you could.Â
âOh you asshat.â You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. âCâmon, where can I fix you up?â
âThis way. Oh, and Dean should be this way too.â George hooked his thumbs in the straps of his pack and began down a passageway, you and Rachel close at his heels. âBe careful.â He added.Â
It didnât take long for your trio to find the cameramen and Dean, which meant that you and George were off sitting by yourselves.Â
And you had to touch his face.Â
âSo, Y/NâŠâ George began, those blue eyes of his intently watching your face as you worked. You cursed internally; he could see you blushing so hard.Â
âSo, George⊠or do I call you Lance Corporal William Schofield until weâre done filming?â You asked, turning away for a moment to rummage in your bag. George chuckled.Â
âWas that wit and sarcasm, Miss Y/L/N?â He raised an eyebrow.Â
âMaybe. Iâm feeling bold today.âÂ
âAlright, I respect that.âÂ
âThanks, look up please.â You gently lifted his chin with one shaking hand and then began blotting makeup under his eyes with the other.Â
âWhy are you shaking?â His voice had softened and he almost sounded nervous himself. Slowly, George removed your hands from his face and held them in his own. âAre you nervous? Cold? Both?âÂ
âIâŠâÂ
Before you could answer, the set started to shake. Across the room, the cameramen lept to their feet and began to run out of the small room, desperate to protect the camera equipment. Dean and Rachel glanced over at you and George, worry etched onto their faces.Â
âGeorge?â You squeaked out. You clutched his hand as the ceiling began to spew dust.Â
âY/N, itâs gonna be alright, I promise.â He said slowly. âWe have to make our way over to the exit. Dean and Rachel are on their way out, we have to follow.â
âOkay.âÂ
As soon as we took our first step, the ceiling cracked and the exit caved in, covering us in dust and debris.Â
âGeorge?!â You screamed, your throat coated in the terrible dust in the air that you couldnât cough out. You couldnât see, and his hand was no longer in your grip. âGeorge?!â
âIâm here!â His cry was muffled, but close. âY/N, where are you?â
âOkay, George? I canât see.â You began to scramble along the ground like a madwoman, trying to feel for him.Â
âDid you have a flashlight?âÂ
You had a lighter in your pocket, not for any particular reason, but you had one. By the grace of the good Lord, it was still there. âGeorge, I have a solution.â
âThank goodness!â
âIt involves fire.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âGeorge!â You groaned and pulled the lighter out of your pocket. You gave it a few flicks and suddenly there was a warm pocket of light surrounding you. âGeorge, come to the light!âÂ
He was there in a second, his hair wild and his grin full of relief and joy. âThank god,â George whispered, reaching forward to wipe some dust off your face. âYou know, this is supposed to be a stunt.âÂ
âYouâre so not funny right now.â You grinned.Â
âIâm not trying to be. This is supposed to be a stunt.â George moved closer, his eyes shining in what little light you had. âBut if I had to be trapped down here with anyone, Iâm glad itâs you.âÂ
If breathing wasnât already difficult because of the dust, his words almost stopped your breath entirely. âW-What?âÂ
George slid the lighter from your hand and wedged it between some rocks, out of your way. âY/N, you know exactly what I said.â
You blinked a few times.Â
âYes, yes I do.â You took a deep breath, grabbed his dusty military uniform, and pressed your lips to his.Â
George was stunned, a small squeak escaping him before his senses finally returned to him. He seemed almost frustrated that his body wouldnât move fast enough as he slid his arms around you and yanked you up onto his lap. You detached one hand from the straps of his uniform and slid it into his hair, pulling ever so slightly. George sucked in a sharp breath, his grip tightening on your waist.Â
âShit, Y/N.â He hissed against your lips. Those blue eyes held a look youâd never seen before. They were dark, hungry. In the flickering flame from your lighter, he looked almost scary, like he was looking for something to consume.
Somebody to consume.
âGeorgeâŠâ You whispered, gently running your fingers through his hair again. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a satisfied hum. He pressed his lips lightly to yours, then pulled away and dropped his head into the crook of your neck with a shaky exhale.Â
âMm Y/N we arenât supposed to be doing this.â He murmured. With every movement of his mouth against your skin, the knots in your stomach got tighter and tighter. âSo when we get out of here, will you go to dinner with me?âÂ
âDinner?â You grinned. George glanced up at you, a hopeful smile gracing his lips.Â
âYeah, I just thought-â
âOI, GEORGE? Y/N? YOU ALIVE?â Light broke into the little room and Deanâs voice followed. You quickly slid off Georgeâs lap and grabbed your lighter.Â
âHey, George?â
âYeah?âÂ
You took his hand and squeezed it gently. âIâd love to have dinner with you, as long as I donât get stuck in any more trenches.â
He laughed. âNo promises, but Iâll do my best. For you.â
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Hey all, Iâm opening up writing and ship requests again. Open for all fandoms but I might decide not to do too many of the writing requests (please send them in though, I want more ideas!) I only write SFW. Iâm sorry that my blog hasnât been active or if I haven't been responding to any requests, Tumblr deleted everything in my inbox :(
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Blakefield 6 for the Otp prompts?
Yes yes yes!! I got this prompt twice (for different ships tho đ
) and I'm so glad bc it's cute as heck! I hope you like this đ
prompt sent from this list
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Hi ! May i ask if u have any 1917 fic recommendations ? I haven't a had a lot of luck finding good fics since the fandom exploded in popularity and soonly died out
I haven't read some of these fics in a while but they all helped fill that 1917 void XD
Just so you know most of the fics I read are Blakefield (WillĂTom)
These are fics I read right when the 1917 fandom was starting to boom:
Also reminder some of these might have some trigger topics (such as death and suicide) so please read with caution!
Feel free to reblog with more fic recommendations!
Hurt/Comfort & Angst:
Little Soldier Boy
(WillĂTom)
ădeals with some heavy topicsă
Will wakes up in Ecoust with no memory
there's no reason for me .... but here we fuckin' are baby!
(short 1 chapter) (implied WillĂTom)
Will's thoughts as Tom dies in his arms
Pick a Man, Bring your Kit by @wafflesrisa
(Will and Tom friendship)
Will Schofield is trapped in a Groundhog day time loop
Pick a Kit, Bring your Man by @lizofalltrades
(Will and Tom friendship)
Continuing from Pick a Man Bring your Kit with Tom Blake's perspective
his tongue bleeds candor
(WillĂTom)
Will can't get any sleep
you can get what you want (or you can just get old)
(WillĂTom)
Even back home, Will still has nightmares.
hallowed be thy name
(WillĂTom)
When they get to Ecoust, Laurie is dead. The baby is not.
Companion piece to our father, who art in heaven
our father, who art in heaven
(WillĂTom)
When they get to Ecoust, Laurie is dead. The baby is not.
Companion piece to hallowed be thy name
if we had five more minutes
(WillĂTom)
a poem for blake
cherry blossoms by @owlinaminor
(WillĂTom)
After the war, Will goes to see Mrs. Blakeâs orchard.
Head First and Fearless by @kolyarostovs
(WillĂTom)
In which Blake's injury isn't too life-threatening after all, and he gets the help he needs in time, though Schofield doesn't realize it right away.
Come back home, William Schofield
(WillĂTom) (WillĂOC/Wife)
He started to feel that what he once used to call home could no longer be his, he realized he still had someone else, found amidst the lands of war. If only for now.
Under This Tree I Weep For You (and the promise I made)
Schofield writes the letter to Blakeâs mother and weeps for the friend he lost.
Fluff:
these simple things remind me of you
(short 1 chapter) (WillĂTom)
Will and Tom enjoy a rainy day back home
Yellow carnations, periwinkles and everything in between
(WillĂTom)
Flower shop modern au
spirit of my silence
(WillĂTom)
If Blake is being romantic, he thinks he mustâve loved Schofield from the second he first saw him- first heard his voice- because he canât imagine knowing Schofield and not loving him. If heâs being realistic, though, he knows itâs not true
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request guidelines
hello everyone! here are are my request guidelines, just to clarify any of your possible future requests. not many rules, just clarifications:)
genres:
genres that i write:
angst (i love angst, however love to end it with some fluff or an open ending)
fluff (absolutely love!)
smut (i havenât ever written smut, so any first time smut requests may not describe everything graphically but more so implied or be suggestive. i will try my best as i explore and get used to this genre)
one shots (i have no problems and love)
series (i sometimes have commitment issues but at the same time have to finish everything off, so i might write a shorter series and then during any holidays and free time, i might start writing a longer one; i already am planning one)
headcannons (absolutely love and find them so cute and fun to write)
plot request:
i have no problems with whatever you want to request, i will make a prompt list, if you would like to use it, but if you want also song-inspired pieces or just normally you have something interesting, send it and iâll be excited to write it!
characters/people i write for:
now, the most important part: who do i write for? i will first state, who i will definitely write for in the list below:
F1 drivers (though mainly younger drivers, however i can make the exception if iâm in the mood or really like the request)
harry potter and fantastic beasts (mainly newt scamander and cedric diggory, however honestly i donât mind any of the characters except for draco malfoy lol)
celebrities (i have a couple ideas for austin butler, robert pattinson, eddie redmayne and george mackay, and will take any requests with celebrities that i enjoy/know of/am comfortable with)
1917 (2019 movie) (mainly william schofield but if anyone requests tom blake, will gladly write one)
miscellaneous (iâm a big fan of: hunger games, mainly finnick odair; star wars; little women; queenâs gambit)
but in all honesty, if you have a character or person you want me to write for, just request them and iâll see if i know them or the movie and try to write for them:)
schedule:
i may not get to your request immediately as my schedule right now is very erratic, but do not feel like you shouldnât request anything
where to request:
just check out my blog and at the top you will find my request box!
anonymity:
feel comfortable to request anonymously or not, there is an option to click if you want to:)
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william schofield falling in love with a stenographer:
this is my first hc request, so iâll give it a shot :) though please keep in mind this is my first time doing anything like this, so please be easy on me (esp. with typos/mistakes) !! also, this ended up being pretty long iâm sorry ahhh !!
warnings: none really, fluff! kinda clichĂ© in parts though oop, iâm a sucker for it
(also i apologise for any historical inaccuracy, this is all for the purpose of the story!)
will was in the trenches, which he was somewhat used to at that point, when he first saw her
a beautiful young lady (he especially thought so) stood with her pen and paper in hand, scribbling down her observations
will was instantly intrigued by both her beauty and what she was doing
she was allowed restricted access to near the front lines, in order to record her eyewitness accounts of the horrendous war that was happening around her
this made will think a lot about how different their roles were, in the same place at the same time
while being deep in thought, he also made the decision that he needed to talk to her, at some point or another
but initially, he couldnât bring himself to
what if he made a fool of himself? why would such a beautiful woman want to speak to him? she was surrounded by men, after all
he brushed away his irrational thoughts by moving along the trench to check on his fellow soldiers
he also made a promise to himself - that he will talk to her next time
the next time her saw her, however, she wasnât alone
another soldier he didnât know the name of was striking up a conversation with her
although he was too far away to hear what they were saying, he did hear her let out a laugh
and wow, was it the most angelic laugh he had ever heard
but he then remembered why she was laughing
because of another soldier. another soldier that wasnât him
filled with involuntary jealousy, he stayed put until the soldier (finally, he thought) left her alone
this was his time to talk to her
so with sweaty palms, a nervous gulp and sigh of frustration for getting so worked up, he started to make his way over to her
his jealously faded more and more the closer he got to her, her beauty being undeniably overwhelming to him
when he finally got to within a metre of her, she noticed his eyes directly on her
this lead to the most vibrant smile making its way onto her face
oh boy, will almost died on the spot
the smile was aimed at him
he faintly smiled back, being in too much of a trance to reciprocate it properly
if he could rewind time he wouldâve replayed that moment a thousand times over
but since he couldnât, he found himself clearing his throat nervously, realising he should probably say something
âuh, hi, i noticed you here a while ago - not that i was watching - well i was, but only a bit, uh, and thought iâd say hi.. so, hi?â
he cursed at himself in his head for saying âhiâ 3 times and being a blabbering mess
but she let out another one of her angelic laughs, to which he suddenly took back the mental cursing
he didnât care what he said, he made her laugh
âwell, helloâ she smiled again, following it up by introducing herself, âand you are?â
it took a few seconds to even process his own name
âiâm lance corporal schofield, uh, william schofield. but uh, you can call me willâ
âweâre going by nicknames already, will?â she joked
that was it.
that was all it took - her beauty, her smile, her laugh and her witty remark was all it took to know he had fallen
and he had fallen hard
from then on, that was how it went
every time he saw her (which he made the effort to do a lot), heâd make conversation
he gradually got more confident around her, making jokes himself
and he definitely appreciated her laughs he received in return
it even got to the point where blake noticed his frequent visits to the young woman
so of course, teasing endured
will always replied with a âshut upâ or âget lost, you bloody idiotâ
but he couldnât ever deny blakeâs remarks
because he was right - he was well and truly whipped for the young stenographer
after a few more weeks of talking, laughing and even a bit of flirting (go on, will ;) ), the time had come
she had to retreat back from near the front lines, as she had a satisfactory amount of records to keep her going
but she didnât want to go, she really didnât
and will most definitely didnât want her to
but duty called
as relectuant as will was to let her go (for now, he determinedly thought) he was also partly relieved that she was going to a less dangerous place
he thanked god that nothing bad happened to her while she was here
and although war doesnât stop for love, he sure as hell felt like it did when it came to her
so they both savoured the last few times they shared with each other
where it became apparent, for both of them, that their love for each other had grew immensely
out of all the things will expected from the war, falling in love was definitely not one of them
and he really, truly had
never in his life has he felt this way about a woman
no girl heâs ever met at school, the pub or down the street has ever come close
so when they were sharing their last moments together before she had to go, will simply couldnât keep it in any longer
âhey, uh, i have something to tell you before you go,â he stammered
the same nerves he had when he first met her came flooding back
and she noticed this too
âyeah, what is it?â her intrigued, somewhat concerned voice asked
âi- well, youâre just so amazing, funny, beautiful, god, youâre so beautiful, caring, and every other positive word i can think of,â
he was rambling again, like he did during their first meeting, but still, it felt so different this time
âand anyways, what i wanted to say is, uh, i love youâ
and again, just like their first meeting, she laughed
it was a lighter laugh this time, almost like laugh of relief
will looked confused for a second, almost regretful in case she thought he was being ridiculous, until she replied to his confession
âi love you too, will. so much. i wish i didnât have to leave you just yetâ
let me tell you, willâs heart EXPLODED
e x p l o d e d!!!
and the fact she felt the same, combined with the fact she was leaving, gave him a confidence boost
to do what heâd been wanting to do pretty much since he laid eyes on her
with literal heart eyes and a deep breath, he slowly leant down
and then he felt her soft lips on his, as she met him half way
they both melted into it, like their lips were made for each other
clichĂ©, i know, but thatâs exactly how he felt
his hands went to rest on her waist, while her arms wrapped loosely around his neck
when they finally (and reluctantly) pulled apart, their foreheads lay against each other, neither of them wanting to move
âhey, will, promise me something?â she broke the silence
he hummed in recognition of her question
âwhen all this is over, youâll come find me?â
âof course i will, but youâve got to me promise me you wonât get hurt. stay safe for me, love, and iâll come find you as soon as i canâ he said
even just the thought of something happening to her made his heart beat faster
âthen youâve got to promise that as well, stay safe for meâ
and that sentence, that very sentence, gave him all the determination in the world to make it through the war
he kept going, through each gruelling day, just to see you again
he saw some sights he never wants to see again, lost some people he wish he didnât, and escaped close calls along the way
but he knew, deep-down, that she was still out there - his love
and she was, waiting for the day will came back to her
thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed :) i feel like i ended it kind of abruptly iâm sorry, but i already got too carried away lmao. iâm also experimenting with tenses, and my next one might be using âyouâ rather than âshe/herâ, which will also help to make some of my future ones gender neutral :D
P.S. i hope the formatting is okay, itâs done on mobile so let me know if itâs not worked!
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Only the Essentials
by cadastre
Christmas Day is jam-packed. It's only to be expected that one or two things might get forgotten in the shuffle. Thankfully, everything seems to work out just fine in the end.
Words: 2967, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 1917 (Movie 2019)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Characters: Joseph Blake (1917), William Schofield, William Schofield's Wife, William Schofield's Daughters, William Schofield's Mother, William Schofield's Father, Tom Blake, Tom Blake's Mother
Relationships: Joseph Blake/William Schofield/William Schofield's Wife
Additional Tags: Modern Era, Polyamory, Holidays, Christmas, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Cookies, Christmas Movies, (well sort of)
2023-12-26T08:01:19.000Z2023-12-20T04:34:51.000Z
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Call Me Will | William Schofield
requested: Hi! Could you please write a schofield x reader fic where the reader joins schofield and blake to deliver the message? Love your writing btw (send me some requests!)
warnings:Â Fluff
word count:Â 1,242
a/n: Back on my writing nonsense! I hope this is alright, I havenât written in a hot second so this might be a little rough. Also I love this concept and might continue this in more chapters? If anyone would be interested in that! âĄ
It was odd, why were they risking a nurse? It wasnât common for them to send valuable nurses away in a time of need but Y/N was not going to question it. She was told to follow her orders and be good, so that was exactly what she was doing, but that didnât mean that she wasnât curious and hesitant about said orders. She wasnât exactly sure as to what was happening, the men in charge were very brief with her only telling her that she was to go with two men to deliver an important message, as to what that message was she did not know. It must have been very important if they were allowing a nurse to go with them. Y/N figured her only use would be to be there in case of a medical emergency, but still, sheâd be dead weight to the soldiers. Her life might be at more risk and she would be putting theirs in risk too as she was not the one wielding a gun in order to protect herself. Her life was in the hands of two men she did not know, and if they would bother to protect her was something that truly terrified her. This was just too odd all the way around.Â
âWhy the hell is she cominâ with us?â It was a shocked, and almost angry whisper that wasnât so quiet. Her eyes were glued on the ground for a moment before she glanced up to look between the two men. One was a little shorter, and plumper with all the layers compared to the other, not that she cared, and the other man was rather tall and slimmer. Both noticeably handsome. Her eyes couldnât help but linger on the taller man, despite trying to pull them away. Hadnât it been under this situation, she might be blushing to be in the company of such handsome men, but this was no situation for such a thing. âI really donât know.â The taller one responded with a confused and exasperated tone to his voice. The woman couldnât help but sigh in response to their conversation, âIâm sorry to interrupt, but Iâm just as confused as both of you. I donât see the sense in this, as many ways as I look at it I just donât see it. I may be a nurse and I might be helpful in the scenario that someone gets hurt, but I donât wield a weapon and Iâll only slow you down in the long run. But, there isnât anything we can do about it, orders were clear, as much as we may dislike them.â Silence falls around them after that, wide eyes staring at her as she stared back. The taller one was the first to nod his head, sniffing as he rubbed the back of his neck. âMâ Schofield.â He introduced himself, and then the shorter one, âBlake. Tom Blake.â Y/N nods her head, a small smile gracing her lips, âY/L/N, but I prefer Y/N.â These were the men that her life was in the hands of and vice versa. At least they were nice, unlike some of the men sheâs met while being a nurse for the war. âWe really ought to get goinâ now, we only have a short time to get there.â The man whose name she now knows as Blake says. Suddenly it felt too real, and dread filled her stomach to the brim and a dark expression drug her features down. There was a bad feeling in her, and she just couldnât shake it off.Â
Much to her surprise, the men in charge had offered her a change in clothing. A uniform just like the soldiers were wearing, they said it was so she wasnât as noticeable in her nurse uniform. She was grateful for that, the thought of doing everything sheâd need to do in her nurse uniform was something that she knew wouldnât have worked well together. It was a tad big on her form, but that wasnât something she was going to complain about. It would provide a bit more warmth than her thin dress and some layers, and it would also make it easier to move. Y/N wasnât really sure as to what she should be doing, so she watched carefully whenever Schofield and Blake made advances. Her hands shook in fear and her stomach churned with nerves, the mud was quick to cling to her skin and clothing, making her body noticeably heavier. At least she didnât have the heavy bags on her like the two soldiers who she was accompanying, that was another thing she was grateful for. In that moment, for every bad thing that was happening, she tried to find a good thing - there were very few - in an attempt to keep her sane. As she crawled through the mud, trying to stay really as low as possible, her eyes looked around her trying to keep an eye out for anything. It wasnât until the men slowly stood up that she did too, almost mirroring their actions. She felt the need to stay close behind them just for her own safety, though she didnât want to be too close in case itâd bother them for any reason. When she signed up to become a nurse in the war, she was not expecting this to happen, not even in the slightest.Â
It was eerily quiet, the foul smell that followed them everywhere had made her gag once or twice before she had started to somewhat used to it - not that she ever really would. Her watchful eyes took note of everything, including how close that Schofield was standing to her, how he slowed his long stride in order to allow her to stay close. How he kept glancing back at her, only for a second before he looked back in the front, surveying the land. It seemed as though he was making sure she was okay, that she was safe. The thought made her stomach stir, maybe she could rely on them more than she thought she could. It was comforting, made her feel the slightest bit safer in the war zone where anything could happen. They continued on a few more steps before the sound of an airplane ripped through the air, leaving Y/N terrified and clueless as to what she should do, skin blossoming with goosebumps. Schofield grabbed ahold of her hand quickly and dragged her with him to a part in the dirt that was almost carved out, perfect for hiding. Bodies were pressed tightly against one another in an effort to all squeeze together. âStay still.â Itâs said in a rush, but quietly as they sat stiff, balled together. Y/N held her breath as they passed over, her eyes pricking with tears as she sat as still as she could. It wasnât until Schofield looked up and announced it was one of thereâs that she finally let out her breath and tried to relax her stiff body. She looked down and saw that Schofield and she were still gripped to each other. Hands tightly holding on for dear life, his shoulders overlapping hers in a somewhat protective manner. She smiled softly as they stood, âThank you, Schofield.â His tired eyes looked into hers and nodded his head. A soft smile graced his lips in return. âWill, call me Will.â
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espresso : tom blake x william schofield
about: Schofield convinces himself the reason he keeps coming back to the local coffee shop is because of the coffee. Â What Schofield doesnât let himself admit is that maybe thereâs also a really cute barista who wonât ever leave his mind.Â
wordcount: 853
warnings: fluff, puns, idiots to (sort of) lovers
a/n: i made this so long ago and came back to it and realized i actually really like it?? i wanted to share it with you <3
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Schofield thinks heâs lost his mind. Â He tells himself the reason he keeps coming to this coffee shop is definitely because of the window seat, the one next to the greenery and the sunlight streaming through the window, and because of the coffee, too. Â
He doesnât have to mention the barista, either.  Blake is ⊠Blake is something.
When he reaches the front of the line, heâs met with the polite smile of another barista until Blake looks up from the coffee heâs making, and freezes. Â From his peripherals, Schofield watches amusedly as Blake carelessly shoves his drink into the hands of an irritated Leslie and wheels to the front of the register, smirking casually at Schofield.
âBack again, Scho?â
Schofield tries to stifle his smile, but only really succeeds in hiding his eyes and shrugging. Â âI told you itâs Schofield,â he says absent-mindedly.
âAnd you didnât answer my question,â Blake teases. Â Heâs done something nice to his hair, and he leans forward over the counter, eyes sparkling.
Has he always had eyes like that? Â And oh --
Schofield shrugs again, motioning to the backpack slung around his shoulder. Â âYou know,â he says, âstudying.â Â He takes in Blakeâs raised eyebrow, and adds emphatically, âagain.â
Blake groans, tilting his head back in laughter. Â âUgh, youâre such a nerd.â
Schofield makes an estranged noise. Â âAm not.â
âUh huh. Â You know, thereâs this one story about this college kid who wouldnât take a break --â
âNot in the mood,â Schofield sighs. Â âJust --â
Blake laughs. Â âNot in the mood for what? Â To get exposed?â Â He lowers his voice as if heâs about to tell Schofield something confidential and secret, and Schofield nearly falls for it, until Blakeâs voice wavers on the last word in haughty mockery. Â âNerd.â
âOh my god,â Schofield says. Â âI just wanted --â
âYour depresso espresso? Â Yeah, yeah, I know.â
âLooks like youâve got my order down,â Schofield says with a raised eyebrow, his mouth quirking in attempt to stop the tug at the corner of his lips. Â âItâs a bit of a predicament, but it looks like youâre the nerd here.â
Blake grins. Â âYou know it.â
Itâs something Schofield doesnât expect. Â And itâs another one down for Blake. Â Itâs Schofield who blushes, looking down at his hands to shift in his stance. Â
âItâs also part of my job,â Blake quips, apparently not noticing Schofieldâs flush. Â He shakes his head as Schofield attempts to hand over money, pushing his hands away with extravagant shoves. Â âOn the house,â he says proudly, and very matter-of-factly. Â âWe canât have our resident nerd falling asleep. Â Grind never stops, eh?â Â
Schofield smiles, bashfully. Â âSomething like that.â Â He starts to move on, walking towards the table in the corner, then pauses, turning. Â âAnd just so you know, Iâm choosing to ignore your coffee puns.â
Blake grins even wider, if possible.  âI guess I shouldnât mention the dĂ©ja brew?â
Schofield shakes his head at Blake, then pauses in front of his table. Â He frowns at the âreservedâ sign sitting on the table, then sighs, walking further toward another table.
Yet Blake catches him before he can set his things down. Â âOi, Scho? Â You blind?â
âItâs reserved,â Schofield says, blandly. Â âThanks for that.â
Blake scoffs, shaking his head. Â âYouâre so -- itâs reserved for you.â
Schofield feels warmth rush through him, and heâs hesitant to meet Blakeâs eyes again because he knows heâs flushing. Â âYou reserved it? Â For me?â
âCourse I did. Â Itâs your table, you know.â
âMy ⊠table?â
Blake rolls his eyes, but itâs with love, Schofield thinks. Â Itâs just like Blake, too. Â Schofield thinks that if he could write, heâd dedicate thousands of poems on how Blake feels like light, light everywhere.
Schofield feels like the fucking night beside him, because Blake absorbs and glows and shines so brightly that Schofield doesnât even feel the need to breathe, sometimes. Â All for Blake. Â Everything for Blake.
What.
âYes, your table,â Blake says, startling Schofield back to present. Â âIâd rather see you sitting there âstead of some snobbish old wanker going on about âback in my dayâ or some shit.â
âIf that was supposed to be a compliment,â is what Schofield says, âyou could do a lot better. Â Well, then. Â Glad to know youâd take me over an eighty-year old grandpa.â
âScho,â Blake says with dramatics, âyou wound me.â
âIâve been stabbed,â Scho says dryly, in his worst impression of Blake.
Blake glowers, then throws aside the rag heâs holding and marches right up to Scho. Â âFine then. Â Youâre the best customer weâve got, Will.â Â He smiles this time, eyes bright and earnest, and he almost gets a half-smile from Schofield. Â Almost.
Until Blakeâs eyes glimmer and he leans forward suggestively, raising an eyebrow. Â âPlus, Iâd take you any time, if you know what I mean.â
Schofield groans.
Blake laughs, âkidding,â clapping Schofield on the back and then rushing back up to the counter where Leslie smirks at him, rolling his eyes. Â
âIâve got twenty on you, Tom. Â Better not fuck it up.â
Blake smirks. Â âWhen do I ever?â
Leslieâs smile turns evil.
âDonât answer that, actually.â
Twenty? Â Whatâs that got to do with anything?
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Chapters: 14/15 Fandom: 1917 (Movie 2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom Blake/William Schofield Characters: Tom Blake, William Schofield, Joseph Blake (1917), Myrtle the Dog (1917), Tom Blakeâs Mother, William Schofieldâs Sister - Character, William Schofieldâs Father, Original Female Character(s), Lauri (1917), Lieutenant Leslie (1917), Tom Blakeâs Father Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 1960s, 1960s, Summer, Strangers to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Recreational Drug Use, Smoking, Drinking, Discussion of Christianity, discussion of religion, Religious Conflict, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Minor Character Death, Sharing a Bed, hand holding, First Kiss, Murder (mentioned), Hand Jobs, giovanniâs room - james baldwin - Freeform, Religious Imagery
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#not 2 beg but#tom blake#will schofield#tom blake x will schofield#1917#this fic is my lifes work#ol.txt#blakefield#william schofield
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Chapters: 4/5âšFandom: 1917 (Movie 2019)âšRating: ExplicitâšWarnings: Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceâšRelationships: Tom Blake & William Schofield, Tom Blake/William SchofieldâšCharacters: Tom Blake, William Schofield, Tom Blakeâs Mother, Joseph Blake (1917), Original CharactersâšAdditional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Fix-It, Tom Blake Lives, Post-World War I, William Schofieldâs Sister, William Schofieldâs Family, Will Schofield POV, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hospitals, Period Typical Attitudes, Non-fatal Stabbing, Injury, Moving In Together, Living Together, Pining, Light Angst, Getting Together, Drinking, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Sharing a Room, Sharing a Bed, Dreams and Nightmares, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Tattoos, Mutual Pining, Domestic, Bars and Pubs, Banter, idiots to lovers, Masturbation, Jealousy, Love Confessions, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Gay Sex, Oral Sex, Bodily Fluids, Hair-pulling, Kissing, Body Worship, First Time âšThe fic earns its rating, lads.
#soulja boy fixit#1917#1917 fanfic#1917 fic#blakefield#tom blake#will schofield#slash#my fanfic#i am once again presenting you with the thing
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A morning in the lives of Tom Blake and William Schofield after the war.
(In other words, there's no plot aside from these two being completely in love.)
I wrote this in two hours for the 2nd Devons discord, itâs completely plot-less fluff of the boys having a nice relaxing morning. Nothing more, nothing less.Â
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