#an exchange

[meanlesbiansforpresident]

can’t hurt to try this again

who wants TWO cookies?

[martianmallow]

^Snape losing his mind 0.02 seconds after casting legilimens

Community S2E22

Thanks @blaib (aka bitchesloveangstimbitches on AO3) for sending me this clip!!

[rosesloveletters]

me: *doubting my relationship with Pat*

Pat: I love you so much and I will always fight for you in an embarrassingly inappropriate way.

me: I love you, Patrick Verona.

Pat: I love you too, the most beautiful rose in the garden.

[spindlebeforesunset]

An Exchange

Desperate and naive.

The exact combination worked wonders for them, for him. Could he restrain himself from such? That was not one of his key attributes, he knew, many had found it bothersome, yet on his own part, he found it an amusement.

Few words, witfully spoken is all, and anyone drowns themselves in, one by one.

Sadist that he was, he enjoyed the way the miserable, lonely, and depressed (pathetic, were not they?) clung to him in deep hope that he could help. And of course, he always would: in shallow words that many believed to have true depth in them. Only to have rocks crash down.

Desperation clung to them, his current client, eyes in a panicked but determined passion. No, Azul did not feel pity; things like these were trivial and should remain professional. A gloved hand tapped on the wooden desk which separated the two, paused at intervals if their explanation latched on. But no, he was disappointed, nothing too new: an unrequited love for someone unattainable.

"Before I hand you what you want, I will need something of yours in return. I am with pity, but some things just cannot be skirted around with."

A nod.

"What I want from you is... your voice."

Open-mouthedness. "You're not serious."

"I pity you, his love of yours makes you want to scream in anger, call out your beloved's name, and make yourself the greatest fool of all in front of him. But he will never listen, you know that." Chastisement. Gentle as he worded it, he might as well have slapped them the way they flinched back. Still, it was the truth, no? "Your voice, in exchange to dull the pain of a heart so neglected," the contract appeared along with a fishbone pen.

Hesitance, then agreement, all in the signature written down.

But poor unfortunate soul, they had not looked, not understood, not comprehended that the contract was a pure ploy.

And Azul watched with a smile, as they turned into sea foam in front of his eyes.

[renee-writer]

The Marine Chapter 9 An Exchange

Murtagh and Dougal enter Fort William.and asked to be taken to Lord John Grey.

“I hope ye've a plan?’ Murtagh whispers to him.

“Ah, I plan to throw myself on my sword.” He gives him a look and opens his mouth but they are there.

“Ah Dougal Mackenzie, war chief and Murtagh Fraser, Red Jamie's Godfather. I assume you are here for Jamie?”

“Aye. He isn't a murderer.” Dougal replies.

“So say you. But, I've a dead captain and he has motive.”

“The reason he is Red Jamie to begin with, the reason he was raped and tortured at Black Jack's hands is because he was helping me. Those coo's he was caught taken were Clan Mackenzie’s. We were taken back what the Grant's had stolen.”

“Inner clan fights are no concern of mine Dougal. Murder is.”

“Let the lad return to his new bride.”

“Then who would pay for Jack Randall’s murder?”

“I will. Take me. Let the lad go and take me.” It is an intriguing offer. He had yet to torture a war chief. Oh, he hates this posting, hates the Highland men. He crazes the soft flesh of the English men.

“Do you know what you will be consenting to? I will see you tortured before I see you hung. If you escape before that time, I will raid Castle Leoch and kill every living soul there.”

“I understand. He is my sister's son. He has been harmed enough.”

“So be it.” Murtagh drags him to the side.

“Are you sure man?”

“Aye just have the lads where they dump the dead in three days time.” Claire had given him a potion to make him look dead. It will fool the English. His lads will see him back to the castle. The English will think him dead. “Just see that Jamie gets safely back to Lallybroch and his mam. Claire’s parents too.”

“Aye.”

“Said your goodbyes? Good. Come.” John leads them down, to the cell where Jamie lay bleeding on the floor. Murtagh rushes over to him. He lifts him into his arms and hurries out. Three redcoats with whips and sticks enter into the cell where Dougal awaits.

He tells himself he can handle three days of torture. That is before they start swinging. Murtagh hears him scream as he runs towards the exit to the Fort. Lord John Grey watches the beating with satisfaction. He won't dirty his hands himself, unlike the dead captain, but enjoys watching.

Claire and Robert pace by the wagon. Claire stops when she sees Murtagh stagger towards them. Robert runs up to help him. They get him laid in the wagon. Claire jumps in to see to him.

“Robert, I need you to see them to Lallybroch, his home. I need to head back to the castle and get her parents out. Can I trust you to see them safe?”

“Yes sir.” Once again, she almost salutes.

“Claire will direct you. Hurry. His mam and sister await and Claire may need their help. I am not sure what they did to him.”

“You can count on me as can they.” He nods and hurries away. Becca joins the couple. She has field medical training.

“Claire, what do you need?”

“To get away from here. Find a stream. I need to wash out his wounds.”

“Claire?” the man looks up at her with dazzed eyes,” I ne' thought I would see ye again.”

“Thank Dougal. This is Robert. We are taking ypu home to Lallybroch.”

“Lallybroch. Good.” He drifts off again and Becca hurries them away. The find a stream ten minutes away and she hauls water up to Claire. She cleanses his wounds the best she can. She had whispered to Becca, while the waited outside the Fort, about Black Jack and rape. If he had been again, they will not know until they get him home. As soon as she has cleansed him as much as she can, they are on their way again.

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