ships: isak/even, vilde/eva rating: teen word count: 5,234
hi all! so this is something I’ve been working for like, an entire week, and I’m really excited to finally share it with everyone!!
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i think this might actually turn into a series about Vilde continuing to explore her sexuality, so make sure to follow it on ao3 as well! i’ll be posting about any updates on my blog too.
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Even wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten himself into this
It was possible that it started with him attending a single kosegruppa
meeting in October for the sole purpose of meeting Isak Valtersen, man of his
life. And if that’s what led to him squeezed between Isak, a very drunk Eva and
friends, and fifty other people he’d never seen before in his parents’ living
room, he figured it was totally worth it.
But that still didn’t explain how (or if) he’d volunteered
his flat for the first kosegruppa pregame post winter break. Was he…still
technically in the kosegruppa? Was Isak? It was hard to say. He was
certain that they’d passed pregame about ten kilometers back. It was
impossible to call the carnage occurring in his living room a pregame.
This was a full blown party and he was pretty sure the kosegruppa had nothing
to do with it.
‘I’m going to go assure the new bouncer that Zhengxi isn’t here on a bust. I’ll be right back.’
Mo Guan Shan and Janie nodded.
‘Thank god he won’t be finding the opium den in the back, right?’ Mo Guan Shan joked.
‘No opiates, but they’d probably be pissed about Julio’s stash.’
‘Of opium?’ He asked in surprise.
‘No opium. He mostly just deals weed and hallucinogens in the back.’
‘I…can’t tell if you’re joking.’
‘Not at all.’ She assured him.
‘He’s one of the only reasons we keep this place running.’
‘You have an onsite drug dealer?’
She smiled, pouring two more drinks.
‘How long have you been here?’
‘In Las Vegas?’ He asked.
‘Yes. In Las Vegas.’
‘Oh…a little over two months.’
‘You’ve been here for two months and we haven’t met you?!’ She demanded.
‘I just met He Tian on Monday.’
She handed out the drinks she’d been making and stood in front of him again.
‘You MET him on Monday?’
‘Seven days ago?’
She studied him intently.
‘All jokes aside, how the fuck did you…’ She gestured in the direction He Tian had left, at a loss.
‘I honestly don’t know. It’s only just setting in how weird it apparently is.’
‘Even with Jian Yi and Zhengxi, yeah.’ He finished for her.
She furrowed her brow, turning away to take orders, continuing the conversation immediately when she came back.
‘Did you guys meet on a dating site or something?’
Mo Guan Shan laughed.
‘No, he just stumbled upon me.’
He understood her confusion it seemed pretty normal at this point, but it was starting to get to him.
Mo Guan Shan wasn’t necessarily an insecure person, but…damn.
‘Am I not good enough for him, or something?’ He asked, trying to keep any bitterness out of his tone.’
‘No, no, no that is NOT what I meant! I didn’t mean to-’
He held a hand up to silence her.
‘It’s ok, I’m just trying to figure it out.’
‘I mean…I can tell you if you actually want to hear it.’
‘I don’t want you to stop liking him or anything…’
‘Don’t worry about that.’
She nodded, taking few more orders before pulling her own stool up behind the bar.
‘Alright. Well, I was one of the first people he hired. I’ve been here since it opened and I, like everyone, totally fell for him. I mean, he’s smart and funny, and one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen…’
Mo Guan Shan nodded.
‘Please keep in mind that I was barely 21 at this point and thought I was just the shit.’
Mo Guan Shan smiled.
She looked away.
‘So I…tried to get with him.’
‘He didn’t go for it. Turned me down immediately and never brought it up again.’
Mo Guan Shan nodded, encouraging her to continue.
‘Well, I was pretty insecure at the time from a few weird situations and assumed…’ She trailed off.
‘Assumed…’ Mo Guan Shan prompted.
‘I assumed he wasn’t into black girls. I know now that it was a ridiculous conclusion and I really hurt his feelings when I accused him.’
‘Alright, so he wasn’t into the girls he hired?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.
‘Nope. He’s always been a perfect gentleman with his employees. So, for awhile, we all assumed he was just a really nice guy.’
‘Maybe he just wanted his relationships to be private?’ Mo Guan Shan suggested, already knowing that wasn’t the case.
‘I don’t know, man. He’s here LITERALLY all the time. There was no way he could find time to keep up a healthy relationship.’
‘So, you realized you were wrong? About the gentleman part?’
The nodded, looking around to make sure no one was listening in.
‘Yeah. When business started to pick up, he went home with someone new on a regular basis. Mostly men but a there were some women in there too. It wasn’t a big deal, it’s not like he’s the only one that does it.’
‘I’m not seeing your point here.’
‘My point is, it’s odd to know someone for years and never see them even go home with the same person twice. So, you can imagine how odd it seems.’
Mo Guan Shan found he had no response to that.
‘These last few days are the longest He’s ever been gone. A few of us honestly thought something awful had happened. Jian Yi had to come in and set the record straight.’
‘What did Jian Yi say?’
‘That he was on vacation. Which sounded like total bullshit.’
She regarded him skeptically.
‘God, you really did just meet him. He’s not really the VACATION type. He won’t even take two days off in a row. He gives us all the holidays off and handles everything alone. It’s insane.’
‘Yeah. So, since Monday, he’s only been here a few times and was clearly itching to leave. And then he up and leaves for several days. And then comes back with some mystery man. Tell me that’s wouldn’t surprise you.’
‘You’re right, I’m sure it would.’ Mo Guan Shan agreed.
‘Has he been with you the whole time?’ Janie asked.
Mo Guan Shan thought about that for a moment.
‘With the exception of a few hours here and there, yeah.’
Her expression was difficult to read.
‘Are you an asshole?’ She asked seriously.
‘Not… to my knowledge. Why?’
‘Because I don’t know how to give the if-you-hurt-him speech.’
Mo Guan Shan smiled.
‘Consider it given.’
They regarded each other in silence.
She turned away to take a few more orders.
He finished his drink.
She brought him a beer.
‘What happened to Jian Yi?’ He asked.
She nodded to his right.
Jian Yi was leaning against the wall a few feet away from the door.
Zhengxi propped himself up with a hand next to Jian Yi’s head.
The pose would normally be construed as intimate, but Zhengxi’s uniform made it look vaguely threatening.
People were watching them uncomfortably.
Honestly, it was hilarious.
Mo Guan Shan pulled his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick text.
Seconds later, Jian Yi pulled his from his pocket and began to laugh, holding the phone for Zhengxi to see.
They both looked to Mo Guan Shan.
Zhengxi took Jian Yi in his arms, kissing him passionately.
The audience they’d gathered applauded.
Jian Yi bowed.
Zhengxi laughed, embarrassed but ever indulgent.
‘Are you going to be working here?’ Janie asked suddenly.
‘I think so, yeah.’
‘What are you going to be doing?’
‘I’m not sure.’
‘Come be a bartender!’ She suggested excitedly.
‘I tried that once. It did not go well.’
‘Well that’s because you weren’t trained by me.’
‘I actually have no idea what he has planned for me.’
‘If you have a choice, promise you’ll come bartend with me.’
‘Why would you even want me to?’ He asked, honestly baffled.
‘Oh, let’s see…’ she began sarcastically.
‘So far, you seem have a great attitude, fantastic sense of humor, and you’re absolutely gorgeous…’
‘All good points.’ Came a voice from behind him.
‘He Tian! Please tell me he’s going to be a bartender! Look at all the trouble he’s already caused. He’s perfect!’
He Tian laughed.
‘While his penchant to start trouble becomes him, I have a few positions he can choose from-’
‘And one of them is bartender?!’ She demanded.
‘Yes, Jane. One of them is bartender. Get back to work.’
She saluted him, turning back to her customers.
He Tian led him to a small office in the back of the bar.
He Tian sat behind the desk.
Mo Guan Shan sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs across from him.
He Tian sorted through one of the many stacks of paper.
‘I am just now remembering that I don’t have your resume or any paperwork for you and this is completely pointless.’
‘Oh…I can pull my resume up online if you want, but none of my past jobs are remotely related.’
‘We can pretend you did that.’
‘I can give you some references…’
‘We can pretend you did that also.’
Mo Guan Shan nodded.
‘That works for me.’
‘Alright, what I need is…I don’t want to call it… I haven’t been actively trying to hire anyone because…’
‘I need an assistant. Not like someone to bring me coffee, just someone that can talk to my employees without making them cry. Try as I might, that is not my strong suit and everyone that works here is either an asshole or crazy.’
‘Well, everyone I’ve introduced you to seems to adore you right off the bat and, so far, you’re only outwardly cruel to me.’
‘You’re not going to say I’m not crazy.’
‘No. I’m pretty sure you’re out of your mind.’
‘That’s fair. So what does the position entail?’
‘Mostly just helping me keep track of paperwork and bills, reminding me to do things I promised to do, talking to people for me. Stuff like that. Technically it’s filed under ‘manager’ so you’d be getting a manager’s pay as well as benefits after a month.’
‘I’ll take it.’ Mo Guan Shan told him with a small smile.
‘Really? You don’t want to think about it first?’
‘Nope, I’m in.’
He Tian could stop his smile as he passed Mo Guan Shan some papers to sign.
‘When do I start?’
‘It’s a salaried position, so technically…’
He took the papers from Mo Guan Shan and finished up his own signatures.
Mo Guan Shan stood and walked behind the desk.
He Tian was expecting a hug or a handshake or some other of gesture of gratitude.
Instead, he stopped directly in front of him.
He Tian sat back in his chair, wishing he’d bought one with wheels so he could more easily put some distance between them.
Mo Guan Shan leaned back against the desk.
‘So, this is the part where I do you some kind of sexual favor, right?’ He asked as casually as one would ask about the weather.
He Tian closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.
Mo Guan Shan smiled, stretching his arms above his head
‘Too bad, maybe next time.’
He Tian looked down at the strip of exposed shit between his jeans and shirt, catching a glimpse of silver where his pants had started to slip.
‘I thought you said you weren’t going to wear those.’
Mo Guan Shan lowered his arms, looking down at He Tian and following his gaze.
He lifted the front of his shirt again, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them to expose enough of the garment to confirm He Tian’s suspicions.
‘These?’ he asked innocently.
He Tian’s voice was strained and rough.
He knew he should look away.
He should stand up and walk out of the office…
‘No, I said I wouldn’t wear the sequined ones. These are just silver.’
He Tian was at a complete, desperate, loss as Mo Guan Shan toyed with the waistband of his thong.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
He Tian moved forward in the chair, spreading his legs to get as close to Mo Guan Shan as possible.
He put one hand on his thigh, using the other to pull the front of the ridiculous underwear and placed several wet, open-mouthed, kisses from the hollow of his hip to the crease of his thigh, shivering at the sensation of smooth skin under his tongue.
Of-fucking-course he did.
‘Oh my God.’ Mo Guan Shan whispered, running his fingers through his dark, silky hair.’
He Tian froze, pulling back suddenly.
Mo Guan Shan was beautifully flushed and practically panting.
‘Why are you doing this to me?’ He Tian asked with a groan.
Mo Guan Shan adjusted himself, fixed his jeans, and leaned forward, bracing himself on the back of He Tian’s chair and whispered in his ear.
Someone pointed out that I should make one of these for Among the Hollow, so here we are. I will update this post as more content is created. Please also note that character concept designs and worldbuilding have changed over time, which will be reflected the further back you venture.
UPDATE: I am currently in the process of writing the novel so art will be slow
Hughes, Kristina - Everyday Life in Regency and Victorian England
Jackson, Lee - Daily Life in Victorian London
Mayhew, Henry et al - The London Underworld in the Victorian Period
Mitchell, Sally - Daily Life In Victorian England
Pool, Daniel - What Jane Austin Ate and Charles Dickens Knew
Stevens, Mark - Life in the Victorian Assylum
E V E R Y D A Y L I F E
Popular Names in the Victorian Era
Cassel’s Household Guide (1869) - basically an instruction manual from 1869 telling you how to do everything from making tea to picking a job.
Mrs. Beeton’s Book of Household Management: A Guide to Cookery In All Branches (1907) - Lots of period recipes, plus information for the Mistress, Housekeeper, Cook, Kitchen-maid, Butler, Footman, Coachman, Valet, Upper and under house-maids, Lady’s-maid, Maid-of-all-work, Laundry-maid, Nurse and nurse-maid, Monthly, wet, and sick nurses, etc.
The Victorian Era-Society
Appendix D: English Society in the 1840s
Class Structure of Victorian England
Victorian England Social Hierarchy
Social Restrictions in the Victorian Era
(Excerpts From) Promises Broken: Courtship, Class, and Gender in Victorian England (Regarding Broken Engagements and Premarital Sex)
Five Filthy Things About Victorian England
1841: A window on Victorian Britain
The Demography of Victorian England and Wales
What was life like for children in Victorian London?
Historical Essays: The Victorian Child
The Life of Infants and Children in Victorian London
The Inequality Between Genders During the Victorian Era in England
Women as “the Sex” During the Victorian Era
Writers Dreamtools - Decades - 1840
Victorianisms – Adventures in Victorian Slang
56 Delightful Victorian Slang Terms You Should Be Using
A Dictionary of modern slang, cant and vulgar words (1859)
Victorian slang - a guide to sexual Victorian terms
A Glossary of Provincial and Local Words Used in England: To which is Now First Incorporated the Supplement, by Samuel Pegge (1839)
Anecdotes of the English Language: Chiefly Regarding the Local Dialect of London and Its Environs (1844)
British Slang - Lower Class and Underworld
Lee Jackson - Dictionary of Victorian London
Domestic Violence in Victorian England
The Victorian wife-beating epidemic
How to Survive and Thrive in the Victorian Era
19th-century Radiators and Heating Systems
The Picture of Dorian Gray; a mirror of the Victorian Era, era of Hypocrisy
The Victorian Supernatural
Politics of Victorian England
Dualism & Dualities - The Victorian Age
Black Victorians: History we’ve been taught claims we’ve only ever been slaves
Video: Mini-lecture - London’s Black history
Flowers - Victorian Bazaar (The Language Of Flowers)
Victorian Funeral Customs and Superstitions
Racism and Anti-Irish Prejudice in Victorian England
M E D I C I N E & I L L N E S S
Medical Developments In Britain During The Nineteenth Century
The Entire Case Records from a Victorian Asylum Are Now Online
Victorian psychiatric patients’ grim fate in hellish 1800s hospitals
Locating Convalescence in Victorian England
Sanitation and Disease in Rich and Poor
19th Century Diseases
Death & Childhood in Victorian England
Health and hygiene in the 19th century
Disease in the Victorian city: extended version
Musing on Illness in the Victorian Era
Female hysteria / Vapours
Sent to the asylum: The Victorian women locked up because they were suffering from stress, post natal depression and anxiety
The History of Women’s Mental Illness
Anorexia: It’s Not A New Disease
Rebel Girls: How Victorian Girls Used Anorexia to Conform and Revolt
Apothecaries and Medicine in the Victorian Era
The Creepy Factor in Victorian Medicine
Medical Advancements: Victorian Era Prosthetics
The Victorian Anti-Vaccination Movement
food poisoning in the Victorian era
Typhus (Gaol Fever)
L A W , G O V E R N M E N T & C R I M E
Crime in Victorian England
The 222 Victorian crimes that would get a man hanged
Juvenile crime in the 19th century
Victorian women criminals’ records show harsh justice of 19th century
Organised Crime in “The Mysteries of London” (1844)
Dickens and the ‘Criminal Class’
Victorian prisons and punishments
Victorian Prison Conditions
The Development of a Police Force
Life in Nineteenth-Century Prisons as a Context for Great Expectations
Sentences and Punishments
Courtroom Experience in Victorian England at the time of Great Expectations
Courts of Justice - Victorian Crime and Punishment
Victorian Criminal Laws: Barbarism and Progress
Child prisoners in Victorian times and the heroes of change
Victorian Legislation: a Timeline
Women and the Law in Victorian England
The Corn Laws
The Corn Laws in Victorian England
The Anti-Corn-Law League
The Corn Laws and their Repeal 1815-1846
The Poor Laws During the Victorian Era
Private Property and Abuse of Rights in Victorian England
Bastardy and Baby Farming in Victorian England
Baby Farmers and Angelmakers: Childcare in 19th Century
C L I M A T E , W E A T H E R & E N V I R O N M E N T
The Climate of London (Luke Howard, 1810-1820 - PDF)
The Illustrated London Almanack 1847
Victorian London - Weather - Fog
F A S H I O N
Victorian Fashion Terms A-M
Victorian Fashion Terms N-Z
Early Victorian Undergarments; an introduction, and about silk
Victorian Violence, Part Four ~ Elegant Brutality for Ladies and Gentlemen of Discernment
10 Deadly Street Gangs Of The Victorian Era
Early Victorian Handguns; Part 1
Early Victorian Handguns; Part 2
Early Victorian Handguns; Part 3
Pistol Duelling during the Early Victorian Era
Cane Guns: Victorian Concealed Firearms of Gentlemen & Cads
M A N N E R S & E T T I Q U E T T E
Manners & Tone of Good Society (This is a Victorian book on manners, written by an unnamed ‘Member Of The Aristocracy,’ and is available in full to read and covers a ton of ground, everything from leaving cards and morning calls to introductions and titles, and etiquette for many different types of parties and events).
The Ladies’ Book of Etiquette, and Manual of Politeness: A Complete Hand Book for the Use of the Lady in Polite Society (1875)
Manners for the Victorian Gentleman
Victorian Dancing Etiquette
A Checklist of 19th Century Etiquette
Social Rituals During The Victorian Era
An Online Dating Guide to Courting in the Victorian Era
Calling Cards and the Etiquette of Paying Calls
Morning Calls and Formal Visits
A Time Traveller’s Guide to Victorian Era Tea Etiquette
Traveling Etiquette and Tips for Victorian Women
Equestrian Etiquette and Attire in the Victorian Era
Etiquette Faux Pas and Other Misconceptions About Afternoon Tea
Victorian Table Etiquette
Victorian London - Publications - Etiquette and Household Advice Manuals
Etiquette Rules for Dinner Parties from a Victorian Magazine
The Etiquette of Proper Introductions in Victorian Times
Forms Of Introductions And Salutations. Etiquette Of Introductions
Etiquette for the Victorian Child
Victorian and Edwardian Mourning Etiquette
Etiquette Of Carriage-Riding
Victorian Etiquette - Shopping
U P P E R C L A S S & N O B I L I T Y
Royalty, Nobility, Gentry, & Titles; A Matter of Victorian Ranks & Precedence
Order of Precedence in England and Wales
The Victorian Era - The Debutante Tradition
The Gentleman - The Victorian Web
“Coming Out” During the Early Victorian Era; about debutantes
The London Season
The London Season - The History Box
T H E M I D D L E C L A S S
The middle classes: etiquette and upward mobility
The Rise of the Victorian Middle Class
The Victorian Man and the Middle Class Household - Domesticity as an Ideal
Middle Class Life in the Late 19th Century
’s World: How Afternoon Tea Defined
and Hindered Victorian Middle Class Women
Working Women in the Victorian Middle-Class
The ASBO teens of Victorian Britain: How middle-class children terrorized parks by shouting at old ladies, chasing sheep and vandalizing trees
“A Dangerous Kind:” Domestic Violence and The Victorian Middle Class [PDF]
Eligible Bachelors: Suitors and Courtship in the Lower Middle Class
T H E W O R K I N G C L A S S
The working classes and the poor
Poverty and the working classes (links to relevant articles)
Dirty Jobs of the Victorian Era …
The Working-Class Peace Movement
in Victorian England
Victorian Child Labor and the Conditions They Worked In
History of Working Class Mothers in Victorian England
Income vs Expenditure in Working-Class Victorian England
What about the Workers? - 1830s - 1840s
T H E S E R V A N T C L A S S
Household management and Servants of the Victorian Era
Victorian Domestic Servant Hierarchy and Wages
Serving the house: The cost of Victorian domestic servants
Domestic Servants and their Duties
Precedence in the Servants Hall
The Servant’s Quarters in 19th Century Country Houses Like Downton Abbey
The REAL story of Britain’s servant class
Servants: A life below stairs
The Green Baize Door: Dividing Line Between Servant and Master
The Victorian Domestic Servant by Trevor May: A Review
T H E U N D E R C L A S S (T H E P O O R)
The Underclass (or the Submerged Class)
Poverty in Victorian England: Charles Dickens’ Oliver Twist
Down and Out in Victorian London
Poverty and the Poor | Dickens & the Victorian City
The Victorian Poorhouse
Entering and Leaving the Workhouse
The Poor Law
The Poor Law Amendment Act
The New Poor Law - Victorian Crime and Punishment
I N T E R S E C T I O N A L I T Y (Of Class, Gender, Race, and Ability)
Class, Gender, and the Asylum
The Impact of Social Class Divisions on the Women of Victorian England
The Daily Life of Disabled People in Victorian England
W O R K &
Early and Mid-Victorian Attitudes towards Victorian
Working-Class Prostitution, with a Special Focus on
Prostitution and the Nineteenth Century: In Search of the 'Great Social Evil’
Attitudes toward sexuality and sexual identity
Victorian slang - a guide to sexual Victorian terms
O T H E R M A S T E R P O S T S
Writing Research - Victorian Era by ghostflowerdreams
How to Roleplay in the Victorian Era by keir-reviews
Legit’s Historical Fashion Masterpost by legit-writing-tips
Susanna Ives - Many Research Links (covers Regency Era - Victorian Era)
He slammed his fist against Charlie’s front door. It’s warped hinges screeched as it flew open, smashing into the wall with an audible crack. The front room had been tossed, chairs and tables lay broken on their side and the floor was littered with glass, plaster and Maryanne’s cheap china. He moved much more quietly now, the immediate panic had given way to common sense. He saw the deep gashes in the wood. He knew what they meant. He’d made those gashes before.
The only noise in the room came from his feet on the floor. Maryanne’s house always smelt funny. Charlie said it was from smoking opium, she said she couldn’t even smell it anymore. He hoped she wasn’t here, that she didn’t have to see her house destroyed.
He could kill Maryanne. Things like this always happened because of her. She’d do dealings with anyone, just for smack. Rumour had it she even fucked Billy Kimber for half a dime bag. He could’t understand how Charlie loved a woman who had destroyed her life. Ma or no the woman stole and lied and cheated. She fucked with the wrong people at the wrong time. And Charlie always paid for it, in one way or another.
John Shelby’s worried voice called into the devastated room. He could feel something bad as soon as he stepped into the place but the feeling became stronger and stronger the further in he stepped. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and his hand twitched and he longed for the safety of his piece.
He paused for a second in the middle of the room. He could leave, go back, get the boys. He could let Tommy and Arthur sort it. That was the smart thing to do, sensible. But John Shelby had never been one to weigh risks and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to start now.
He went to Charlie’s room first and he hated the way his hand shook as he grasped the doors brass knob. The door open gently and as soon as he stepped into the room he let out a sigh of relief. Of course her room had been destroyed too. The drawers from her simple brown dresser had been tipped out and left on the floor, her bedsheets had been torn off the bed and the mattress had a huge gash in it. Fuck, they’d even torn her stuffed bear apart. He shuffled through the stuff on her floor, only blushing slightly when he came to a pair of simple black knickers. A big black heap caught his eye and pulled it from the floor. It was a disheveled coat, well made from the feel of it but soft and slightly weathered. It was a mens coat and John came to the conclusion that it belonged one of the asshole that trashed everything. He didn’t know why he decided to grab it, he just did. My one of those fuckers mother had stitched their name into it or something. Anyway, he thought absentmindedly, he could give it to Tommy as a replacement. His brother had left his at a girls house.
John came to Maryanne’s room next. The bad feeling in the air intensified and he stalled a little before finally approaching the door. It had been left ajar and John took that as sign enough to enter. He doubted Maryanne would be there, she was never there.
She was though and for once in his life he wished she was in some opium den in China town or out fucking some filthy prick in one of the backstreets of Small Heath.
The woman was almost unrecognisable. She was…there weren’t even words to describe. It was a massacre, brutal and unforgiving. There was no mercy in her death, just violence. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and looked away in some mix of respect and revulsion.
When he looked back he fixed his eyes on the sweet faced girl lying next to the mangled corpse. She was so still. Too fucking still. There was blood everywhere, a pool of the thick crimson liquid on the floor. Her eyes were closed and she had blood smeared all across her chest and hands. All he could think was please, please, please breath. He was frozen, the world was slow.
Please, please, please.
Charlie sucked in a shallow breath and he breathed with her. Something clicked inside him and he unfroze, he slid down beside her. Ignoring the blood that splashed up the legs of his pants. It would all be ok, as long as that blood wasn’t hers. He couldn’t see any outward sign of injury. He told himself what happened. That some guys came in knocked Charlie out, searched the house, killed her Ma. She saw none of it. She was ok, just got bumped in the head.
He wanted to shake her until she woke up. Just to assure himself that she was alive, that she was really there. It would fuck her up too much and she was the only thing in his life that wasn’t fucked up. Scooping her up in his arms he was shocked by how light she was.
Carrying her to the door of 6 Watery Lane was an interesting exercise. People gasped and whispered. He might be a Blinder, might be feared and respected but Charlie was loved. He wanted to scream at them, tell them that he’d never hurt her, not her but instead he kept his head bent over her fragile body in his arms.
He bashed one hand against the door holding Charlie to his chest with the other. “Pol” he yelled into the hard wood. “Open up.”
The door swung open and Polly stood on the threshold with a mad look in her eye.
It was only when she saw Charlie in his arms that she stepped back, her hand on her heart.
“Get her in the house John.” She said, quiet. Even Polly was quiet and that woman was always in control.
He moved passed her, into the house.
“Someone broke in, killed ‘er Ma an went through the house.” He said, as if that helped anything. Polly adjusted quickly because next thing he knew she was barking orders. He’d never been more grateful.
“Take her up stairs clean her up, then get Tommy and Arthur. I’ll clean er up.”
He left the jacket on the kitchen table before he carried Charlie up the stairs and placed her down on her bed. He smoothed her blood slicked hair off her forehead and placed a gentle kiss on her soft skin.
So basically Watson finds Holmes in an opium den and Holmes is like ‘I missed you bae, let’s go on adventures’ And Watson is like ‘well yeah I am all yours.’ Then Holmes reminds him ‘send a note to your wife.’ And Watson is ‘Oh yeah a note, to wife. Right.*fuck i forgot about wife again.that was close* BTW I AM SO SURPRISED TO FIND YOU HERE HOLMES’
this is a weird question, but do you think grantaire can be considered as bisexual in canon? since hugo seems to have intended writing enjolras as gay, and that it's like 90% canon that grantaire loves enjolras. (i mean, okay sheer admiration exists, but you don't die with someone you just admire)
Oh, god yes! Of course Grantaire can be argued as canonically bisexual. There’s lots of reasons for this, in fact - he’s canonically shown as interested in women (and in some texts he’s even described as a womanizer! Which always makes me giggle for some reason!) but also very clearly has romantic feelings towards Enjolras.
The ‘sheer admiration’ thing could be argued, but as you said, it certainly is shown to go a little beyond that, and coupling it with thinly veiled allusions to famous Greek lovers and knowing Hugo’s knowledge of such things, it’s pretty clear that Grantaire’s feelings towards Enjolras go further than just respecting him.
But on top of that, ignoring the subtext with Enjolras entirely, take what we know of Grantaire’s lifestyle! Whether we consider him an ‘artist’ or not (as it’s debatable given what he actually tells us about his artistic career) we do know for a fact he studied under a great artist (Under…lmao…), and he has a habit of drinking and gambling. He’s also very familiar with many places in Paris, which would imply he frequents all kinds of establishments - one can probably suggest that includes wineshops, opium dens, the illegal singing clubs and other…questionable locations. That and his general philosophy are all very Libertine sensibilities, and Libertine philosophy includes, you guessed it, sexual liberation. People in that sort of scene were FAR more likely to be at the very least sexually curious and open-minded to such things, so it’s certainly not a far-stretch at all to suppose Grantaire has probably had male lovers in his past.
So yes, there is significant subtext to suggest that bisexual Grantaire could be considered canon quite easily.