Do you like mildly cursed pairings?
Could you imagine Gertrude judging the ever loving shit out of Jurgen Leitner?
If yes I have a fic for you!
Leitner could scarcely hope to hide the hurt he felt, when Getrude revealed her theory of who Elias Bouchard truly was. Of who James Wright had been.
He had been living in the labyrinthine tunnels beneath the ever watchful eyes of Jonah Magnus.
Eyes he had not seen in decades, yet could recall with crystal clarity.
Eyes that would cut like a knife behind a jovial smile.
Eyes that he stupidly ran to in his terror, hoping proximity would somehow soothe his soul.
If he were in a more cheerful mood, he would have called the look on Gertrude's face pitying.
It was not.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66872029/chapters/172589836
