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endlessly-cursed · 2 years

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A Lass That Is Gone, Chapter I: Wedding Gone Wrong

Author’s Notes:

This is a mini series of the Pirate AU which was started by @camillejeaneshphm and that has been on my mind lately.

English is not my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

Georgia Coventry belongs to @camillejeaneshphm . OCs mentioned and that will appear soon: William Devlin @unfortunate-arrow Nadia Erbland @gcldensnitch and Laurent Yaxley @slytherindisaster

Summary: On her wedding day, Lady Primrose is abducted by a band of pirates, and a series of events changes her life forevermore

Word Count: 2.2k

TW: Violence, language, violence and misogyny of the era.

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @camillejeaneshphm

June, 1703

Lady Primrose Gray had her entire life planned out from the moment her birth revealed her sex: she’d be bred to be a submissive, pleasing, demure and quiet wife to her future husband. She’d learn to be a lady who’d do good for her family and do right by him by giving him as many sons as God blessed her with.

On her fifteenth birthday, she was betrothed to Mr. William Devlin, the ward of Lord Carlisle. Not the auspicious match the Viscountess hoped to make with the younger brother of the Lady Coventry, but it’d have to do.

Soon, a year later, Primrose was preparing for her wedding day. She had been dressed and was putting on some makeup and preparing her jewels with her Maids of Honour and ladies in waiting when the door knocked.

“Come in!” She beckoned, thinking it’d her mother. How she’d wish later she did not utter a word again.

“A present from your groom, madam.”

She picked the wooden box and opened to find… nothing. She was about to ask when Georgia’s voice woke her.

“Let go of me!” She cried.

She then noticed the gun on his hip and realised it too late. She picked a jar and tried to knock the man, but he was quicker and grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her and entrapping her. She screamed and kicked, trying to bite the man, but she was incredibly tight.

“Help me! Guards! Father! Hel—,”

Before she could finish the sentence, she was knocked out with a whack of the back of the pistol on her head.

Lord Vincent Gray paced around as he listened to the messenger “Abducted? How? By whom?”

“Pirates, sire. They took her alongside Lady Coventry, Miss Erbland, Miss Rosier, and many others.”

He sighed as his wife wept “My only child! Whoever will take care of the estate after we pass away?!”

“Not to mention Lord Carlisle still waits for an answer.” The Dowager Viscountess pointed out.

“I am very well aware, Alina. I have no option but tell the truth. It is best if I tell him on my own, man to man.”

They all nodded as they cried for the girl’s loss. Lord Carlisle was of course distraught and rather disappointed by the situation. The nuptials would’ve given him many allies in Parliament, not to mention that with the Gray fortune, his ward would be taken care of.

He wished him luck on finding his daughter and offered help, which he thanked.

As he exited the manor, he prayed that the king would be fond of his family well enough to find his little girl soon, for if he didn’t, this would result in the disappearance of Winbourne.

Primrose did not know how much time had passed: if hours, days, or months. She only relived remnants of her life that was slowly leaving behind. The engagement ball, the awkward talk of producing an heir with her mother, the night fallen and her scandalous rendezvous with Mr. Yaxley, the warm hug they had, the abduction… So much in a matter of months had passed, and she prayed that this was all a nightmare and she was on the ottoman of the church, all this nightmare as a result of a vanishment of her pre-wedding nerves.

“You there, the black-haired lass, wake up!”

She slowly started to open her eyes when a rotten stench invaded her nostrils and quickly recoiled. When her eyes opened, she found rotten, yellow teeth and a smirk on them “Will you look at that, Kendrick! That Devlin boy must be sorry for have missed such an opportunity to go down with this beauty!”

“Well,” one pirate remarked “her legs aren’t tied!”

They all cackled and Primrose realised, to her own horror, that indeed, her legs weren’t tied and tried to gather them as close as she could. They were toying with their belts when a grave voice spoke “There won’t be any of that here. The Lady Gray and Lady Coventry are to dine with me… and now belong to me, and myself alone.”

“I am the future Duchess of Coventry,” Georgia spitted “and I will bow myself to no man, less alone a criminal!”

He knelt down to look at Georgia and chuckled “Feisty. Just as I like them.” He then took a look at Primrose “This one though, this one is strikingly beautiful, and quiet enough—,” He was interrupted then by her spitting at his eye and kneeing him to the groin, which earned him a moan of pain.

“I would rather drown and be eaten by a shark than being your whore.” She spitted defiantly.

The man backed up, not expecting that move and grunted “You mangy little bitch!” He cried.

She smirked “I am. And that should scare you. I am not to be trifled with… Captain.” She spitted that last word.

“Kendrick! Take them down before I slit their throats meself.”

They were both taken down by a young boy, no more than 14, and he quickly closed the cells. Primrose didn’t miss a beat and grabbed gently his hand “Wait! What is your name, sailor?”

“Uh, name’s Kendrick, madam. My lady?”

“It is nice to meet you, Kendrick. I have a proposition for you.”

“I shouldn’t—,”

“Hear me out, Kendrick. I am the Lady of Winbourne, and my friend here is the next Duchess of Coventry. Do you know how handsomely our fathers would pay you if you gave us to the British authorities?”

Georgia quickly picked up the situation “Beyond your wildest imaginings. All you have to do is to hand us over to the navy and we’ll do the rest.”

“You could see your mother, marry well, live comfortably for the rest of your life.”

“Think about it, Kendrick. We are women of our word.” Georgia assured.

He seemed to be at loss of words, and bowed to them before running up, back to the crew. Georgia sighed.

“Do not despair, my friend. He’ll see reason.”

She sighed, leaning against the cold, dirty wall “I hope so. This place smells like death and piss.”

Some hours later

Primrose was to fall asleep when she heard some footsteps and rose up in hopes to see Kendrick, but instead saw the tool of the captain. He smirked ruefully “Hoped to see your potential rescuer, Lady Gray?” She opened her mouth, ready to retaliate, but he hushed “Hush. He told me from the moment he left these cells. You see, he is loyal to me. Everyone here is. It was a nice try, though. Very clever, trying to trick a small, clueless boy into giving you to the very authorities who raped and killed his mother and sister.” Primrose knew it was helpless, and simply stared at him, an icy glare that could kill him if she wanted “Have you gone mute, girl? Very well then. I request your presence for dinner tonight. I’ll have Keaton give you something nice his wife used to own… before she was killed by the navy as well.”

He bowed mockingly and left the cells, and Georgia whined “That’s it,” she said “I am going to die an old maid in a dirty pirate ship with the ugliest and rudest idiots ever.”

“Not if I have a saying about it.”

She looked at her friend “What are you plotting this time, Prim?”

“Just lower your voice, follow my lead and bide your time,” she looked at her “no matter what, do what you must to survive. Even if it means leaving me behind.”

“I—,”

“Give me your word, Georgia.”

She nodded “You have it.”

Minutes later, they heard footsteps and Prim began her scheme “I have something to confess.” She said to Georgia. She looked at her and observed her every move intently “I am no longer a maid,” she noticed how the sailor stopped on his tracks rather sloppily to eavesdrop, just like she had planned “before the wedding, I was with someone.”

Georgia gasped “Who? Do I know him?”

“You do. He was the Master of Horse of my estate. I did not wish to have my first time with my betrothed, so I paid him handsomely to lay with me.”

Before Georgia could utter a word, the sailor came in, chaining Primrose and beckoned Georgia to say goodbye to her friend, for there was a ‘change of plans’ with her. The two hugged and Primrose whispered “I wasn’t with the Master of Horse. It was Laurie.” Then, the man took Primrose upstairs.

Georgia was at first confused, and mulled over who ‘Laurie’ was until she realised, she meant Laurent Yaxley.

“Oh… my god.” She chuckled before laughing, slowly clapping her friend’s intelligence and cunning. If they ever found each other, she’d definitely ask for details.

Primrose was dressed with a blue brocade dress and given gloves, fully knowing her captors were watching and leering over her. What she was doing was against what she was taught, but the girl she was before being abducted in that chapel was gone. She was now a woman with no fiancé to protect her, her father far away from her and no clear future. If she had to use her feminine wiles and womanhood to survive, she would. She entered with poise the room where the captain dressed in his best clothes and beckoned her to sit.

“Ah, Lady Primrose. You humble me by dressing up for the event and accepting my invitation.”

“How could I not, Captain, with so little saying in the matter?”

He guffawed “Ah, ye’re a witty one. And feisty. Just how I like my women.”

She bit her tongue, flashing a fake smile “You… humble me, Captain.”

He signalled the chicken and wine in the table “Please. I put out my best stock just for you.”

She kept that smile “I thank you, my Captain.”

They ate for some minutes in uncomfortable silence until the captain looked at her “You know, there is talk about you, madam.”

She sipped her wine as she looked at him and batted her eyelashes innocently “I do not know what they could possibly gossip about, Captain.”

He leaned closer and Prim’s free hand discreetly grabbed her weapon “That despite your high birth, you are no longer a maid.”

“And do you believe such foul rumours?”

He crossed the distance and stroked her cheek “Should I, my lady?” He smirked.

She maintained her composure “Do you wish to believe it, my captain?”

Instead of responding, he grabbed her and placed her on the desk and was leaning towards her when she grabbed his neck and switched positions “I knew that you were a whore.” He smirked.

She grabbed his hand, pinned it down and stabbed it with a hairpin, making him scream in pain “I am. And this whore is commanding you to take us to the nearest shore and leave us be.”

He scoffed “Or what?”

She grabbed a knife and placed it on his neck menacingly “I will kill you and your entire crew and burn your ship to the ground after reaching land.”

He suddenly paled “Y-You’re bluffing.”

She smirked “Am I, though?” She sliced his eye, making scream further.

The sailors came into the room after hearing his captain’s screams and she placed the knife on his neck “One more step and I will kill him!” They stopped short, looking at each other, waiting for captain’s orders “What will it be, captain?”

He seethed “Take the hostages ashore. After that, they won’t be our problem and we won’t be theirs.”

They nodded and were about to leave before Prim added “If you wish your captain to marry and reproduce himself, you will also surrender your weapons.”

“But—,” One complained.

“Just do what she says, for fuck’s sake!”

They nodded before leaving. Primrose took the opportunity and grabbed his pistol and sword “I’m keeping these and your cabin, and if you try anything, I will cut your balls and hands.”

Before he could say anything, she left, leaving the man alone. She then saw the view of Georgia and her ladies being released and the men surrendering their weapons. Nadia threatened whomever could be hiding a weapon and Georgia got her knife back.

By nightfall, they had reached land, and the ladies got out of the ship with a bag full of their jewellery and other valuable things they owned and had gotten back from their captors. After selling their dresses and switch it for other more comfortable clothes and earning money for their trinkets and court secrets, they all reunited at the beach. Many professed their desire to discover who they were on their own, and Primrose bid goodbye to her friends, one of them being Georgia. Nadia and Prim were one of the few left and sighed as they looked at the sea “Whatever will we do now?” She asked.

“Honestly… I don’t really wish to go home yet. I want to see the world and what’s out there. I am not ready for polite society just yet.”

Nadia smiled and kissed her cheek “To be honest, neither do I. I want to see the world, and what’s more: I want to see it with you.”

Both women smiled at each other before getting up and going to the tavern, where upstairs there were some rooms they had rented. Tomorrow, they’d decide what to do on breakfast.

#hphl #hphl au #hphl pirate au #oc: primrose sabrina gray #nadia erbland #william devlin #laurent yaxley #lady georgia coventry #hogwarts legacy #harry potter: hogwarts legacy #mywriting*#a lass that is gone

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wileys-russo · 8 months

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Lucy bronze and reader are in a secret (not quite) relationship. Reader is Georgia stanways sister and therefore Leah’s honorary sister, and the two have their suspicions you’re seeing someone but won’t tell them. They think it’s Alessia you’re dating because she’s your best friend and the two of you are always together. But you and Lucy get drawn as room mates for camp and maybe there’s a hickey or two that isn’t covered up properly and that’s when the ball drops? And when confronted lucy just is quite casually like “yeah that’s my girlfriend. And?” Shocking reader as well because they’ve never actually talked about it before

girlfriend II l.bronze

"nah i'm telling you g it's gotta be less." "but they're just mates!" "mates who are together all the time. they even live together, no?" "well she said she's inbetween places while she waits to see if her contracts renewed." "georgia...they're dating."

"whose dating?" keira interrupted her best friends, taking a seat at their table and placing down her tray of food, shoving away leah's hand who reached for her packet of crisps.

"y/n and alessia." leah announced matter of factly as georgia hummed, still not completely convinced. "and exactly how have you come to this conclusion?" keira sighed before taking a bite of her banana, staring blankly at the two blondes across from her whose gazes were focused on the other stanway sister sitting across the dining hall.

"well. she's been staring at her phone a lot lately all smiley but a different kind of smiley, then she keeps posting them photos of someone else on her instagram but not tagging them, she dodges our facetimes saying shes out with a friend but won't tell me who-" georgia started to recount as keira hummed, completely unconvinced.

"- and then the other day when we was at our parents place she was clearly on the phone to someone and was dead giggly, but then i walked in and she went all weird and hung up." georgia rolled her eyes.

"and this makes you think she's dating alessia?" keira narrowed her eyes. "no! that's leahs theory. but i know she's datin someone and we're gonna find out who." georgia replied firmly as leah hummed in agreement, keira shaking her head.

"well don't include me in this we, cause this is not gonna end well gee. leave her be! she's got a right to privacy much as you have." keira chastised as georgia merely scoffed.

"not in this family she hasn't."

"who ya textin then?" you were quick to turn off your screen as your younger sister collapsed beside you on a beanbag, shoving her away and mumbling about personal space.

"looking awfully chipper there aren’t we my girl." you sighed as leah immediately flopped down on your other side, slipping your phone into your pocket and trying to leave, only to be pulled right back down.

"i was smiling at a tiktok, can i help you both solve any other mysteries holmes and watson?" you huffed, fed up with your sisters consistent prying into your personal life, just trying to enjoy the down time before training this afternoon, all of you currently in camp preparing for the euros squad selection in just a few weeks time.

"yes you can matter of fact. you can help us figure out who you're dating!" georgia beamed as your face dropped and you tried to get up with a huff, leahs hands grabbing at the back of your jumper and tugging you down again as she stretched an arm across your shoulders.

"that's none of your business. lee get off me!" you grunted at leah who effectively held you down into the beanbag. "so you are dating someone then?" georgia gasped, clapping her hands together gleefully as you rolled your eyes.

"i didn't say that. i just said that topic is none of your business!" you warned as your sister waved you off. "yes it is. so whose the lucky lass? or lad? no judgement here!" georgia shrugged as you glared daggers into the side of her head.

"no one. you always do this georgia, i'm sick of it!" you growled and leah sensing you were actually starting to become upset quickly let you go as you shot to your feet.

"you're a nosy little cow and you're always sticking it in my business. my personal life is mine and the more that you, and you, try to pry into that the further i'm gonna ice you both out." you glared at both blondes sitting on the beanbags before storming off, alessia watching from the other side of the room with a concerned frown and hurrying off after you.

"see? told you. dating!" leah pointed it out with a nod, georgia shrugging in somewhat agreeance as keira appeared in front of them with her arms folded and a stern look on her face. "what?" leah frowned as the girl shook her head at them.

"are you happy now? thats clearly upset her and the pair of you aren't even sorry. just leave her be!" was all the brunette warned before walking off again.

"she's relentless!" you groaned, head slumping back onto the older girls chest as her hands gently massaged your shoulders whilst you sat inbetween her legs on the bed.

"she's just being your sister, she cares about ya." lucy chuckled, finding the whole situation quite amusing as she tried to ease the mounting tension in your neck.

"i wish she didn't! thank god we got roomed together or else i don't think i'd be able to see you all camp. she's probably paid someone off to follow me round!" you rolled your eyes with another huff, folding your arms over your chest.

"aih grumpy, settle down or you're gonna pull a muscle." you felt her body vibrate with quiet laughter behind you, eased by her thick northern accent as she pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

"easy for you to say. they haven't a clue we're sneaking around so you're off their radar, they think i'm dating less of all people!"

"sneaking around then are we?" "well what else would you call this?" "hey you were the one who told her and leah you're staying with alessia instead of with me, no wonder she thinks you're dating the two of you are practically attached at the hip."

"jealous are we bronzey?" you turned around to give her a teasing grin as the brunette rolled her eyes and shoved your face away, shuffling back on the bed a bit and laying down.

"don't need to be, i'm well aware of everything i do to ya that less certainly couldn't." lucy now smirked as your cheeks tinted pink and you smacked her leg, climbing on top of her as her hands settled on your thighs.

"she could! what would you know anyway?" you grinned as you slowly leant in, much too slow for lucys liking who tugged on the collar of your jumper, pulling you down into a kiss.

"much more than you know kid." lucy sat up and flushed your body closer into hers, lips beginning to attack at your neck as your eyes fluttered close, feeling her large warm hands begin to roam your body.

"your ego needs checking." you chuckled with a small shake of your head, her confidence being one of the things that had attracted you to her the most the night you'd first began this little series of hook ups.

in all honesty you weren't sure what the two of you were, you'd not really had that conversation yet in the month or so you'd been seeing one another, staying with her in manchester while you navigated the impending transfer season.

"there's other parts of me that require checking right now love!" lucy smirked and you squealed as she quickly flipped the two of you, her taller form now hovering over yours as her lips teasingly brushed yours.

her hand slipped up your jumper and pressed you down into the bed as you tried to kiss her, her lips once again attaching to your neck as you pushed your head back into the pillow with a sigh of pleasure.

"you know sarinas rule." you managed to breathe out feeling her nip at your neck, hissing in both pain and pleasure as her tongue traced the mark she just created.

"ay, no sex. but there's plenty we can do that's not that."

"nobody better notice, it's bad enough having her on my case for smiling at my phone. once she see's this she's gonna bury me!" you glared at lucy as the two of you exited the room to head down to dinner, tugging your hood over your head as the older girl simply smiled and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

"incoming!" you braced as you heard an all too familiar voice, a body charging into you from behind and jumping onto your back as you tried to stay on your feet but failed miserably, crashing to the ground and taking georgia with you.

"you're such a dickhead!" you groaned out in pain, shoving her off of you as leah came bounding up behind her, rubbing at your head which had thumped against the ground at the sudden attack.

"excuse me what is that?" leah asked with an accusatory tone, pointing to your neck with a stern glare as you were quick to flip your hair over your shoulder and tug your hood up.

"nothing." you dismissed, trying to get to your feet but crying out as georgias body again slammed into yours, the two of you rolling around on the floor before she eventually sat on top of you and pinned your hands under her knees.

"georgia get off man! this isn't the wwe." you grunted, struggling underneath your younger but seemingly stronger sister who tugged your hood off and gasped at the dark red hickey on your neck.

"who gave you that! where's alessia?" georgia looked around as you rolled your eyes. "probably in her own room. she's my best friend georgia we are not dating, you're deluded!" you dismissed the accusations as leah looked between you, lucy and the hotel room you'd both just come out of, cogs turning in her head before it clicked.

"you!" leah pointed accusingly to the taller brunette, georgia looking around and then putting the pieces together before her jaw dropped and you took the opportunity to shove her off of you, standing quickly to your feet.

"aye, she's my girlfriend. and?" lucy stated quite casually as her arm again slipped over your shoulder and you turned to her with a look of surprise, the shock only hitting leah and georgia further.

"see you at dinner then." lucy smiled, tugging you with her as she headed off toward the elevator, leaving a stunned leah and georgia in her wake as the doors closed behind you.

"girlfriend?" you asked with a surprised smile, the midfielder shrugging calmly. "is this you asking me or telling me?" you took a step away from her and folded your arms over your chest.

"asking, but then again you're only human...so is it even a question?" the girl smiled smugly and you scoffed, smacking at her chest as she pulled your body into hers, trapping you in a tight hug.

"your confidence is nauseating." you fake gagged as she rolled her eyes. "acting like you don't love it." she promptly shut you up with a kiss, pressing your body into the wall beside you before the doors opened and she pushed herself away, offering you a hand as the two of you stepped out, missing your sister come flying out of the fire exit having sprinted down the stairs.

"LUCY COME HERE I'M GONNA KILL YA!"

#woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt #woso blurbs #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze

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moonriseoverkyoto · 5 months

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Whistle while you work

Synopsis - sometimes all a little lass needs is to just holler the lyrics of an angry female-empowering country music, but a certain beloved Scot just can’t help but be worried he screwed up

cw: swearing, medical and military workplace inaccuracies, playful language, suggestive content, heavy flirting, slight miscommunication trope(this hurts me more than this hurts you believe me), nicknames, use of Scottish and southern(Georgia/texas) accent that some readers may find corny or displeasurable

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x southern!medic!reader

Author’s note: I know I said I was busy but I heard “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood come on the radio and it’s been an ear worm that sticking to my brain like flies on a horse. But once again I’m here to remind you that I’m taking southern notes from Georgia and Texas because I was raised in one and I visit family quite often in the other. I am completely open to constructive criticism but if you have nothing nice to say then you just scroll past it costs you absolutely nothing to mind your business. Italicized is singing btw.

©️moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

Soap had begun to have a routine with you. He could often come visit you after shift hours or you would come along on missions and be his first pit stop at base. It was a beautiful little arrangement that the F1F begun to adore. You were the warm fire to warm their cold hearts or the blazing hearth to whip them into shape if they got rowdy. So it was a little jarring to him when he strolled into your clinic and heard an angry drawl.

“Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp. And she’s probably gettin’ frisky.”

Your voice had him weak at the knees but there was something off in your pitch. A grit, an anger, a frustration. He suddenly began retracing his steps, trying to find a failure placed upon his behalf.

“Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'Cause she can't shoot whiskey.”

“Bonnie?” the man called out to you, his reaction was controlled but his heart thumped against his chest trying to break out. When you didn’t respond he decided to stay by the doors out of your vision to figure out what was the issue, studying you.

“Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick. Showin' her how to shoot a combo. And he don't know”

Your hips began to sway against the rising tune and even in your scrubs, there was a clear muscle memory when it came to the rhythm of the song. Soap quickly exited and left to go to the common room to find the rest of the F1F playing poker

“There’s loverboy, we were wondering how long it would take for you and-“

“Firstly, she’s my friend Capt’n you know that. Secondly, Somethin’s a mattah with Bonnie.” Soap cut Price off quickly not caring for niceties.

“why because she’s running a little late?” Gaz spoke while checking his turn. It was comical how they knew you by your nicknames from Soap rather than your god given name.

“Aye ‘nd she’s singin’ this song of ‘ers and it’s got me all worried. I mean I know that I’ve been a wee bit busy lately but I’ve made sure to make me rounds and when I came to her place she was swinging hips and I ken to know when somethin’s a mattah with me Bonnie-“ Simon’s head turned to his friend with interest as Gaz cut the rambling man short.

“Calm down mate. We cannot understand you when you go back to the ancestral plane with that tongue of yours” Gaz spoke. Price waved him off to let the Scott breathe.

“She’s up tae high doh.” Soap rushed out, his brows knit together trying to piece together what could’ve happened.

“In English, lad” Price spoke up. However somebody came to his rescue.

“The phrase is meant to be used to describe when somebody is pent up, flustered. It’s a Scottish saying.” Ghost answered with a deep baritone. Everyone was surprised but secretly noted the phrase for whenever they had to go solo with the Mohawk man.

“So go talk to her” Price responded to Soap with a look that said he was ordering, then he offered a small gift of liquid courage

Soap refused the drink and made his way back over to the infirmary. His brain scrambling to find an answer.

“I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats”

Your belted notes rung through the doors and hit his ears. He vowed he would find out the issue and fix it just so he wouldn’t have to hear the pain in your voice. He came around the corner as you stood in front of a table, organizing your different surgery and procedural tools. He spotted the AirPod beneath your trucker hat (since wearing a traditional cowboy hat was too distracting in the work place even during the quiet shifts. )

“I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights. Slashed a hole in all four tires-“

Soap swallowed all his worry as he grabbed an AirPod out and spoke but you beat him to the punch.

“Who in all of god givens creation just ordered a free fuckin’- Oh sweetheart Johnny it’s you.” Your fire calmed just as quick as it kindled.

“hey lassie I was getting worried about you” Soap said. His heart and maybe something else throbbed at your honey tone. One day he’d finally act upon those feelings but today he needed to worry about something else. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“Are you saying I’m throwin’ a hissy fit?”

“Noo jist haud on there Lassie. I jist was-“

“Heavens to Betsy! You do think I’m havin’ a hissy fit, why you oughta know that I was the best little-“

As you two went on back and forth, the distance between your bodies got smaller and smaller. Two wide eyed grins plastered across your face. He cut you off with a smirk

“Oh I’m sure you were the.. how do you say it again? Oh right” Johnny leaned in closer and his voice dropped, “the best little girl this side of the Mississippi. Ain’t that right, hen?”

“I know damn well you did not just call me a hen from a damn barn house-“ you went to speak again but got cut off as your throat hitched, soap’s mouth just by your ear and his tone got unrealistically deeper and more dominant. A careful hand grazing your hip.

“Shut yer pus for a moment, hen. Tell me what’s a matter. What’s got you so up tae high doh.” The male spoke.

You were silent for once. All the cogs in your brain just stopped. Everything was quiet, if you had perfect hearing you could hear Johnny’s poor heart banging to get out of his chest in anxiety from him boldly caressing your waist.

“Aww come on lassie, need me to buy a wrench for that brain of yours”

“I misplaced my sewing needle. Well I did or one of the stupid nurses did but I can’t find it and I won’t find it till the cows come home” you huffed.

“The one from your nana?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

“No need for the ‘tude. May I look?”

“Sure. It’s no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond” you said softly as he gently moved you aside to look at the table below. His trained eye spotting a glint on the ground. He reached over to pick it up and show it to you.

“Bless your heart! Good god Johnny, oh my sweet I could kiss you!” You cried out with the biggest grin. You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his cheek. His stubble gently scratching your soft, plump lips. His cheeks barely flushed as his smirk transformed into a smile and a small chuckle left his throat. He took a moment to memorize the feeling of your lips for later.

If that’s all it took to make his little Bonnie proud. He’d search every haystack for your needle in a heartbeat. You were his everything, he’d wait until the right moment to tell you. Especially when he was pretty sure the rest of the team was right around the corner listening to them. He’ll confront them later, for now he wants to stay in this moment with you. Watching his sweet hen, praising him. Grinning as she danced around with the needle he found, and even maybe hid.

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Slang translations

Noo jist haud on - Now just hold on there

Heavens to Betsy - southern expression of surprise

Hen- a woman (Scottish term of endearment)

Bonnie - a beautiful woman, Scottish term of endearment typically paired with Bonnie lass

Lass/Lassie- beautiful woman, term of endearment

Shut yer pus - Scottish way of saying hush up, not literally referring to genitalia

Does a bear shit in the woods - kinda like a sarcastic response of “duh.” Whenever you’re asked a question. Hard concept to explain but I hope it’s not just me who got this from their southern mama

no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond - comparison of size

Author’s note: AAAAAAAA I DID IT. I wrote my first fic. Oh my god. I’m so tired but I hope everyone loves this as much as I did. Please go listen to the song as well. It’s “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood

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The Oscar nominated costumes for Sense and Sensibility were designed by Jenny Beavan and John Bright. They worked with one another on several other films, including The Remains of the Day, A Room With a View and The Bostonians. Their creations for Emma Thompson's screenplay of Jane Austen's famous novel have gone on to be used and altered for many Regency era films and television shows.

This white and blue checked gown has certainly made the rounds over the years, having been worn at least nine times. It first appeared in 1995 on Emma Thompson as Elinor Dashwood in Sense and Sensibility. It was seen again in 2000 on Honeysuckle Weeks as Alice in the television special Victoria Wood with All the Trimmings in a skit entitled Plots and Proposals. In 2002 it was seen on an extra in the mini-series Napoléon. In 2003 it was worn again by an extra in Byron, and in 2004 was utilized in the reality series Regency House Party on Victoria Hopkins. The gown was worn twice in 2007, first in Mansfield Park on Billie Piper as Fanny Price, and then in Persuasion on Rosamund Stephen as Henrietta Musgrove. In 2011 it was spotted on Nicola Burley as Isabella Linton in Wuthering Heights. Most recently the costume was seen in 2013 in Austenland on Georgia King as Lady Amelia Heartwright, though some trim has been added to the sleeves and empire waist to give it a slightly different look.

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arc-angel-o · 1 year

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George's pink suit in 2×13 with the cowboy hat is so iconic. Especially when she beat up Brian in it. I love her so much.

#george lass #dead like me #dlm #georgia lass

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whats up dude can we get some young adult headcanons. also their past romantic relationships pretty please

uhh, that's an unusual one!

I don't think neither had serious relationships before, only affairs (like Hannibal and Alana). I think Will probably met other Alanas at work, and some in college, too. Like obviously-pretty type of girls, but more assertive than Alana, so he hardly had to make the first move. He is canonically attractive (ref: in the first script they say his students are giving him heart eyes, and in the georgia m. episode they say he is "a handsome man") and because he is extremely intelligent, I'm sure he is *very* aware of that, although he plays it off in s1. I don't think his affairs lasted more than a month, I can see him getting overwhelmed and feeling suffocated easily and being all avoidant. Oh my god, this just made me realize that Will probably has the avoidant attachment style lol anyway.

I think Hannibal had plenty of Alanas, not sure he had plenty of Bedelias, though (those who knew who he truly was), pretty sure some guys, too because of the hint at the blood exam episode. But again, I think part of their obsession with each other is the fact that they've never had a deep connection with anyone and were never able to fully commit to anyone else before, simply because they didn't feel the desire, they always felt like something was missing.

I think Hannibal did it for fun, for entertainment, because he wanted to, found the individuals attractive. Also, lol, Hannibal gives off kinky vibes, I can totally see him having threesomes with attractive couples, two woman, and maybe some orgies, too? Who knows, he loves taboos.

And I think Will did for pure sexual drive and neediness. We see a little bit of that with his reactions to Alana's touch, how starved he is, and how he craves connection yet avoids and/or doesn't know how to handle it when presented. So I think he would either have affairs just because he was attracted, just because he wanted to have sex. And sometimes some Alanas would show up, which he'd subconsciously (or not?) sensed it, as narcissists attract the sensitive, nurturing types. Those who wanted to care and had a savior complex would attract him because they'd feed that need for affection and of course, he grew up without a mother and he seems to be oblivious to this type of care, so he naturally feels the lack of it. Freud would love to analyze him lol.

Now, for YA headcanons, hmmmm, I thought a lot more about Hannibal as a young adult, just because we have more material and we have close to zero on Will. Hannibal was in his Il Mostro era, right? Not sure how old he was, but definitely looked "young adulty" to me. Or are we considering young adult when he was already in the United States, when he got the internship?

I think I thought a lot more about kid!will, just because there's this whole mystery of his mother, haha. Then, I had this crazy theory (it's not actually that possible BUT) that Hannibal actually taught Will how to do his crime scene mojo on command, and that's why we see the pendulum that looks like Hannibal's tool. But he just Miriam Lass-ed Will into forgetting everything lol. In my mind that happened a few years before the show started, maybe when Will got stabbed as a cop. Which somehow my mind also related to a secret Hannibal connection.

#now i want to know what u guys headcanon about young adult hannigram #cause i have no idea but i will ponder hardly on this rest assured #headcanons #ask the lamb #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #fanfic

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