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Buck asking Tommy to be his date to Maddie's wedding.
In Competition vs. Competing For His Affection
My sister says there are better ways to get someone's attention-
BI BUCK IS CANON OH MY GODDDDD
like this is the face of someone who’s entire life just opened wide into a thousand shining possibilities. he can’t believe he just kissed a boy and that he’s allowed to kiss boys and his heart is pounding and he wants more. and im so fucking happy I could cry.
gif from @eddiediaaz
we literally got an oh moment. we witnessed buck's oh moment and it was so beautiful because oliver loves buck as much as we do and we are just so lucky
hugs…
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bodies (TV 2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe Characters: Alfred Hillinghead, Henry Ashe Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Sexual Content, Emotionally repressive victorian men, Victorian era, not sure how to tag it Summary:
“Please.” Alfred sounds absolutely wrecked as he says it and Henry exhales, absolutely taken by it, unable to deny him anything like this, feels himself yielding to the request immediately, without second thought.
A few moments/missing scenes between Alfred and Henry
It's you and me (and they told me this is how it could be)
Episode 3, Alfred gets drugged and shows up on Henry's door
Henry's POV
New fics!
I haven’t been able to read these yet, but I wanted to promote them on here so more people can go check them out!
a moment by the window
(hillinghead & henry)
yes i adore alfred’s tiny little glasses….WIP for the bodies fandom which consists of like 3 people 😭
a shame all of them weren't in the same room together i think it would have been fun
I want someone to look at me the way Ashe looks at Hillinghead in Bodies
remember when alfred turned up at henry's door step sodden and desperately repressed and confessed he needed him while henry stood there shirtless and then they made out good times
can we all just take a moment to respect alfred for not going in and immediately kissing henry when he literally looked at him like THIS?? (i’d have melted on spot actually)
Little fic snippet I wrote while I should be working, between Alfred and Henry which now live rent free in my brain and takes up toooo much space.
I haven’t finished the show so I might post later when I finish the last episode and then maybe some changes will be made. But to the few troopers in this fandom (I hope we grow) I hope you enjoy
The first time it happens Henry isn’t expecting it. It’s one thing to know what Alfred is, another to so clearly see the contraptions of life he’s caged himself behind, never to act on the desires he’s so adamantly pushes down, reassuring he doesn’t feel them. And in the short amount of time he has known Alfred he's learnt that the man is nothing if not a stubborn bastard, unyielding, determined to keep control so tightly wound around himself he might snap, that Henry has accepted that this is as far as their partnership will go.
So it takes him by surprise as he blinks his eyes open the morning after Alfred had come barging in, high, out of his mind but most unsettling, scared, that had Henry opening his door, letting him close.
Alfred’s body is turned towards him, his touch fluttering lightly across his cheek as the morning light gleams through the curtains. It must be early he manages to think, the street downstairs quiet.
He keeps his face as neutral as he can, doesn’t want to spook Alfred, too intrigued by the development in the man in front of him that he only dares to breathe, his mouth parting slightly as Alfred’s fingers trail downwards, almost reverently on his skin. But Alfred doesn’t seem deterred, he seems slightly transfixed instead, and when his fingers continue its path to Henry’s lips his own hand moves by its own accord, drawn to the other man in a way he can’t quite explain as he touches the surprisingly soft beard, thumb drawing circles underneath Alfred’s eye.
Whiteman’s lounging with a whisky, looking comfortably casual in a pair of chinos and a t-shirt—blazer combination. He might be taken for any young, up-and-coming London professional out for a drink to celebrate the long weekend. Hillinghead, by contrast, looks like he should be at a wedding- the man’s in a three piece suit and the most complexly knotted tie she’s ever seen. Still, Shahara’s hardly going to judge him for feeling more comfortable completely covered up and the man is (she still can’t really wrap her head around this) a Victorian. He’s got a pint of beer in front of him, though it doesn’t look like he’s touched it.
She takes the first of the two empty seats at their table, her coke sloshing over the side of the glass as she sits, and remarks: “You two found your way around alright then?”
Whiteman sniffs sharply and half shrugs. “Fine. Nice to see the place not bombed to bits and rationing over.”
“It’s so- loud,” Hillinghead murmurs. “And crowded, and it smells-”
“It’s always smelled,” Whiteman interjects. “What, was it all roses in your time? I don’t believe that.”
“No,” Hillinghead stresses. “But it is- more.” he rubs the bridge of his nose. “Have you heard from-” He freezes, staring at something just over Whiteman’s shoulder. Shahara can read a shift in to flight-or-fight posture easily and from the way he’s suddenly more alert, Whiteman’s clocked that something’s got Hilinghead spooked as well.
“Problem?” he asks quietly, in his clipped, cockney accent; a half-strangled vowel slips from Hillinghead’s throat and Shahara turns to see what he’s looking at. There’s two men enjoying what’s clearly a date, holding hands and locking lips. Shahara sighs internally, bracing herself for a slew of Victorian attitudes- “Yeah,” she says, a little sarcastically- Hillinghead’s knuckles have gone white, he’s clenching his fist so hard. The gold of his wedding band stands stark against it. “That’s allowed, nowadays- we don’t care.”
“Hm?” Whiteman glances around- there’s a moment where Shahara thinks she’s gonna have to deal with 1940s attitudes as well, but Whiteman turns back, uninterested. “Fair enough.” he starts patting himself down, like he’s looking for something in his pockets.
“They can-” Hillinghead murmurs. “I could…” He swipes for the beer and downs a quarter of the pint in one. Now Whiteman looks interested, he pauses his search, leans right forward and says, smirking, “Detective Inspector Hillinghead. Do you have a fancy man?”
Hillinghead sputters and brings down the glass. “Are you twelve?” he demands, something of the outraged parent seeping into his tone as– he’s blushing, Shahara realises. He’s actually blushing.
“Are you-?” She asks, leaning forward, and she knows it’s rude and none of her business, but still. “Are you gay?” The wedding ring. “Bi?”she suggests, as a follow up, and then: “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“I- what? I-” he looks back at the couple, then grabs his beer again. “I have- I have a- I have Henry,” he downs more of the beer. “It-it would be nice, to- to not…” he trails off, his eyes drifting away from both of them.
“See, I’ve always been a bachelor- a bachelor bachelor, not a confirmed bachelor, myself, but I - fuck, I left my cigars and my lighter in the other jacket-”
“Language,” Hilinghead reprimands at the same time as Shahara says: “You can’t smoke in here anyway.”
Whiteman drops his elbow to the table and points at her. “You what?”
“No smoking in public places, it’s banned.”
Whiteman flops back in his seat and grabs for his whisky. “The future is bollocks.” he drains the glass and slams it down. “Good whisky though. So. While we wait for Maplewood to join us….Hillinghead can kiss blokes, and I can’t smoke in a pub. What else should we know about this 2023, then…?”
I’m sorry for constantly flooding the tag and your dashboards but I’ve never really received this much of an enthusiastic feedback on my other works (don’t get me wrong, people have been supportive and super kind with their words); I guess a big part of it comes from this fandom still being so small but, regardless, I don’t think I’ll be able to put into words how much this means to me.
(It’s also extra especial because we are all unhinged 😌🫶🏻)
New fic by new author has dropped!!!
I just realized I put down the same option twice??? But I worded it differently??? Or just separated them in my head for some reason???
… anyway, po-tae-toh po-tah-toh, we have a winner 😌
Poll time!
Everyone’s feedback has been amazing (tysm for that!). 40 people voted on my last poll for the ratings of my fics- and I will absolutely take into account the results!
Since I think there’s enough people now to do this, I have a new poll:
I’ll try to finish whichever wins ASAP, and work promptly on the other options as well.
New fic by new author has dropped!!!
Poll time!
Everyone’s feedback has been amazing (tysm for that!). 40 people voted on my last poll for the ratings of my fics- and I will absolutely take into account the results!
Since I think there’s enough people now to do this, I have a new poll:
I’ll try to finish whichever wins ASAP, and work promptly on the other options as well.
First of all, I've absolutely loved the fic, I love how you write them interacting with eachother. Secondly, I'd love to hear more about your lube research because from what I've gathered Vaseline was invented in 1872, but it became a popular lubricant in the mid 1900's and the first comercial lube was invented in 1904.
Thanks for your fic!
I full body CACKLED at this ask 🤣 thank you for liking my fic! It means the world to me that people are liking it!
As for the research…
I am no historian by ANY means, so I just waved my hand around some technical things and made up a rhetoric for myself:
If one person from this couple is a more seasoned veteran on being gay, he’d know more about **things**
Said person is not rich (by the era standards) but he’s probably got good connections in a community that is marginalized and persecuted (meaning, they’ve got each other’s backs and would help out with almost anything, to their abilities)
Probably has had more than 1 partner in the past so it’s trial and error, practice makes perfect, and experience mixed all together
Taking all of this into consideration… while yes, petroleum jelly was **just** invented but hadn’t actually gained a popular status in the market, what were other historically known substances used prior to its invention?
Oils.
And Henry could probably get his hands on some better quality ones (both by his presence as a photographer and how alluring people used to find that profession [ie. payment through services or favors/products for **explicit** photography]). So think, more than the cooking olive oil or oils you’d find in a kitchen, he’d probably have access to things like clove oil or even hemp seed oil. Maybe even GOOD quality ones that come from outside England (importing them would’ve made them wayyy more expensive, but if poppy sold for cheaper than bread, surely some seller would sell nice oils for a more affordable price).
… or they could’ve easily raw-dogged it and used saliva.
I knew within five seconds of Ashe and Hillinghead meeting that this was going to be a ship.