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[archieskennedy]

[storyseekers]

 thank you to everyone who participated in our last event, and a huge welcome to our new members! for the month of july, storyseekers will be having our first seasonal surprise event! this event is open to members only.

how this will work: 

each member interested in participating must reblog this post by july 3rd to be assigned a fellow seeker to surprise. you will then be assigned a fellow seeker by july 4th. 

throughout the month, members will anonymously message their seeker to get to know them better 

you will then create something (an edit, a gifset, moodboard, playlist, any form of writing) and post it on july 31st as a reveal 

if at any point after entering, you are no longer able to complete your gift in time, please message an admin immediately. 

use the tag #storyseekers

caption your work with

@storyseekers event 03 : seasonal surprise — for [ @ username ] 

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[archieskennedy]

The scene in The Duchess and the Devil where Archie awakes from a nightmare has been on my mind lately, so here’s a mostly introspective Archie ficlet.    

“Simpson!”

Archie awoke convulsing, dreaded name on his lips, darkness and terror filling his vision.     

“Archie! Archie!”  

Dark curls swam into sight; blurry at first, then sharpening.  As the features fit together like so many pieces of a puzzle, so too did the memories.

Prison. Spain. Horatio.

Horatio bringing demons and ghosts.

Horatio with his plans of escape.  

If anyone could escape it would be Horatio.  He’d always had the Devil’s luck.  And Archie? Well, he’d only had the devils.  No.  He wouldn’t go back, couldn’t go back.  He could hear it, the whispers that would follow him “fit ridden midshipman… botcher of missions…rescued by Hornblower...”  

Rescued. ‘It wouldn’t be a rescue’ Archie though bitterly, ‘just another prison.’  At least here he could call his captors his enemy.  They didn’t masquerade in a navy uniform.  They didn’t haunt the shadows of holds or the corners of sleep.