On readying Rilla, is there any new info or scene with Shirley in it? I always found really weird that he's not even mentioned much even if its just him being there LOL. He's even the closest to Rilla in age and you would expect them to be closer...
A girl after my own heart, with this question! Man, I scouted the pages looking for more Shirley hard. I was so hoping! Alas. It kind of comes up a draw. He was actually erased more than you’d expect! In the RoI book, if you’ll recall, Shirley’s first narrative action (of his own, where he’s not simply being included in a group with his siblings), is trying to lure Dog Monday into coming home after he spent a few days living at the train station, post-Jem’s departure. WELL DO YOU KNOW IT WAS WALTER that Maud originally had doing so? She went back and crossed out Walter, and then put in Shirley. I was okay with this change! But…
A little later in the canon book, Gilbert goes on to hire Joe Mead to construct a little kennel for Dog Monday to sleep in, at the station. The original manuscript showed that Shirley was the one to do this (and not paid, at that).
How cute would that’ve been? 🫠
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Day 14 - “That is bullshit and you know it” [Human AU]
[AO3]
“Your arrogance is annoying,” Dream says, cold wall behind him as Hob raises an eyebrow, hands trailing down his suit, white coat hiding Hob’s suit, dark blue and pinstriped, and Dream tries to remember the thread of conversation before Hob’s hands got on him, warm and pressing. “They will remember us as a couple,” nevermind that they’re undercover, putting in listening devices in the room they’re in, “and we will―“
Hob rolls his eyes and leans forward, kissing him deeply and Dream’s mind shorts out, arching into his mouth with a moan, Hob’s fingers stroking his cheek. Blood rushing, he holds onto Hob’s coat lapels, whining as Hob devours his mouth, Hob’s other hand gripping his hip and grinding against his cock, throbbing in his expensive suit pants and ― and Dream’s never been kissed like this before, the world falling away.
Dream pants, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling as Hob nips down his neck, stinging and sharp as he holds on―“you’re not meant to be in here!” Someone says and Dream looks down to see a guard, shivering at the cold and the way Hob stops, fingers digging into his arse.
“Kinda busy here, y’know,” Hob rasps, glaring at the guard, who scoffs and says something into his walkie-talkie, and Dream gasps, hiding his face in Hob’s shoulder as the reality sets in, feeling Hob put the invisible listening device on the wall behind him, hearing it crackle to life in his ear.
“This area’s off-limits. Leave,” the guard says, threat in his tone, and Hob sighs, putting an arm up as Dream finds himself dragged from the room ― which, in an hour, will be filled the people and information they’re here for, and Dream tries to get his mind back under control, forcing himself to stop gripping Hob’s arm in a death-grip, tearing himself away with effort.
“They’ll recognise us,” he breathes, legs shaky under his pressed suit, feeling the sting of marks on his neck, on his jaw and Hob rolls his eyes, picking up some champagnes for them from a passing waiter, eyes only a thin ring of brown as they stare him. Dream would comment on the kiss ― the distraction ― but he’d only want to go more, more, more.
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Hob says, leaning closer to him, and Dream grips the glass stem tightly, body overly-aware of the leg slotting between his, and Dream’s pulse spikes, finding a cool column behind him. Hob takes a few gulps of his drink, and Dream’s unable to look away at the other’s throat working. “What’ll get us recognised is the way you keep going on about it at this rate.”
Dream glares, pursing his lips, mind nowhere near it’s usual standard to begin arguing with Hob.
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