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[tckingflight]

for: @fyrebranded - because yes we do deserve middleaged!dorallie

“Allegra Degray Hart, if you don’t go to that mixer, I swear that I’ll drag you there kicking and screaming! I know it’s been hard for you to move on, but it’s been a decade. All I’m asking for you is to try. Daniel would’ve wanted you to be happy.” 

Her best friend’s words echoed in her ears as she stepped into the community center. She scribbled her first name on one of those blue name tags and plastered it to her shirt before walking directly towards the snack table. There was no way she was going to get through this without food. 

Despite what everyone around her thought, Allegra’s life wasn’t lacking. She had a fulfilling job, two wonderful kids, a great support system and an even greater therapist. And at one point, she got to experience what true and pure love felt like. And she didn’t know if she would ever get the chance to be lucky twice in a row. 

But she told Katya that she would at least try. 

Armed with punch in one hand that she silently hoped was spiked and a chocolate chip cookie in the other, Allegra made her way through the crowd to see if anyone interesting caught her eye. Unfortunately, being her clumsy self, she ended up crashing into someone and spilling her punch all over her shirt. 

“Oh shit,” she exclaimed as she tried to wrangle the napkin out from under the cookie, and sighed as it fell from her hand. Oh well; at least there were others. Getting the stain out of her favorite shirt was more of a priority anyways. 

“I’m so sorry about that,” she said as she tried to salvage her shirt as best she could. “None of my punch got on you, did it?” 

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The war seemed never ending. Every day, the people on the radio said that the war would soon be over. But they had been saying it for years now to the point where Allegra wondered if it was fact or if they were just saying it to hang on to a tiny thread of hope. Either way, she did appreciate it. It was easy to give up. 

But in Dorian’s arms, the war was the very last thing on her mind. 

She slowly started to wake up as the sun peaked through the windows, but that wasn’t the only thing that woke her up. She started to hear shouting in the streets and she sat up, wrapping the sheet around her body and pulling it away from the bed. She walked to the window and looked out of it, seeing people running through the alleyway behind the building and...cheering? 

“The Germans surrendered!” “It’s over!” “We won!” 

Allegra couldn’t believe her ears. Suddenly, she dashed over to the bed and climbed onto Dorian’s lap. She shook him awake gently but firmly enough to stir him awake. 

“Dori,” she said with wide eyes filled with hope. “Dori, wake up! People are out in the streets cheering, and you won’t believe what they’re saying!” 

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@fyrebranded liked for a starter. ( Norwood )

     "Hey, he's one of ours!"

     "Wake up, buddy. You'll be alright. Come on." Eurion's badge reflects a bit of light, which is what led him here. Allison is on one knee with two fingers pressed against the other detective's neck to check his pulse. Still alive, despite the countless bullets and bloodstains littering the room. Looks like Eurion is wounded. Most likely shot, since blood is blossoming from one area on his shirt. Allison doesn't actually know his name so he has to fish for the man's ID to get it.      "Norwood!" He speaks a bit louder and pats Eurion's cheek in hopes of rousing him. Then lifts the radio from his own belt and calls for backup.

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“Oh, come on, Dori,” Allegra exclaimed, clearly not bothered with the fact that she was bare-ass naked in the middle of a nudist beach. 

Allegra was certainly not shy about her body, and growing up most of the time around the world exposed her to nudist beaches at a very early age. So the idea of going naked on a beach never bothered her. Hell, even her own parents did it. 

“We’re on our honeymoon. Live a little! Take those trunks off,” she said with a small laugh before rolling over on her back and looking up at him. 

“Seriously, no one is going to be paying attention to you if you strip down. It's nothing new! I mean, you don’t have to, but you’re missing out on a really interesting experience. And may I point out that you are the only adult on the entire beach who has a bathing suit on?” 

[tckingflight]

for: @fyrebranded​ (TALE AS OLD AS TIMEEEE *do do do do dooooo*) 

Every time her father went to the annual science fair, she always worried that he wouldn’t come back. The woods were a dangerous place to venture into, and if you weren’t careful, you could come upon a pack of wolves. 

So when she saw her fathers horse gallop up to her, she stood up with her eyes wide in fear. 

“Take me to him,” she told the horse as she climbed on top of Philippe and rode into the woods for the first time ever. They came upon a large castle. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on the already darkened castle, and it was covered in snow. Which was strange, because she was certain it was spring. 

The horse whinnied in fright when they approached the gate. She calmed him down and got off the horse, opening the gate and walking towards the castle entrance. 

“Hello? Is anybody home,” she called out as she stepped into the grand hallway. And if she thought the outside was eerie, it was nothing compared to what everything looked like on the inside. It was certainly a grand castle, but it was barely lit, and she gasped in fright when she swore she saw an armored statue move. 

“Hello? Please...can anyone help me? I’m looking for my father.” 

[tckingflight]

for: @fyrebranded - continued from this but it’s the 1920s :D

Allegra looked out of her window as the car ran by and she sighed. Another evening, another party, and Allegra was getting beyond tired of it already. But she had to go. Not only was she expected there as the lady of one of the great houses, but these parties were good for business. 

Suddenly, a strange figure caught her eye and she looked a bit closer, her nose pressing up against the cold glass window. It looked like a man, dressed very oddly and understandably cold. 

“Albert, pull over,” she instructed her driver and he reluctantly did as she bade him. She stepped out of the car and trudged through the snow towards the man, noticing her driver stepping out of the car to keep an eye on her in case there was any trouble. 

“Excuse me, sir,” she called out as she kept heading towards him. “Are you alright? You just seem a bit lost! I can give you a ride to wherever it is you need to be.” 

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Allegra played the voicemail from Enn over and over in her head. And everything had been in a daze since then. Within minutes, Allegra had to make what should've been one of the most difficult decisions of her life. But in reality, it wasn't. 

“The circus was never going to be my whole life,” she remembered telling the tour manager after being reprimanded for thinking she could leave at a moment’s notice again without facing the consequences. “But Dorian is. So I choose him.” 

So she hopped on a plane to London, having to deal with flight changes and delays. She showed up at the hospital frazzled, carrying everything she owned in a large suitcase, a large bag, a carry-on and a tote. She dropped it all on the floor of the waiting room and she asked which room Dorian was in. Another elevator ride and one long and grueling walk later, Allegra showed up in front of Dorian’s room. And what she saw broke her heart. 

She stepped inside and dropped her bags on the floor to rush to her love’s side. Her small hand took his and she squeezed it gently. 

“Dori,” she said weekly and she sniffled, wiping a tear away with the back of her hand. “Dori, it’s me...it’s Allie. You’ve gotta wake up, okay? Please?” 

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Charlie both loved and hated the Annual Brain Cancer Awareness fundraiser that her father and their company put on every single year. She loved it because it was a cause near and dear to her heart. It was a terrible disease that she watched her mother personally struggle with and eventually succumb to. So any way she could help someone out there struggling with the same thing, she was more than willing to do it. 

But on the downside, she couldn’t make a complete fool of herself during these things. So she had to show up completely sober. And she had to stay that way. It was a struggle to not take the champagne glass that was offered to her and down it in one gulp. Ladylike sips, she reminded herself every single time she lifted the champagne flute to her lips and she mingled with the crowd. 

She then turned and spotted Mati - the only guy she was interested that somehow managed to keep running into her when she wasn’t under the influence of something. Her face brightened and she walked over to him as she downed the rest of her champagne and set it on a tray nearby before throwing her arms around his shoulders in a hug. 

“Mati, you made it,” she exclaimed as she pulled back to look at him and took another glass of champagne, sipping it slowly. “I was afraid you wouldn’t. I heard a lot of the other British neurologists gave up because their flights got delayed. Guess you’re the only one that made it, and thank god for that! How’re you doin’, darlin’? Everythin’ alright with you?”