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It's early...like really early. I keep sitting here wondering, out loud to the dog, what if I manage to incorporate Jock McDiarmid and Reg Seekings (independently) into Flufftober?

I think I could at least give it a try. They both deserve some fluffy goodness. Reg, maybe a bit more than Jock, needs a good hug.

We shall see.

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Out of curiosity, if I were to write some Jock McDiarmid and/or Reg Seekings, independently, would I have anybody interested in being tagged?

I know there are a few people who would be interested in the Jock one shot, which they would be tagged immediately 😁

But anybody else?

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Reg Seekings : In Love

SAS Rogue Heroes Master List

Sergeant Reginald Seekings is a bit of a brute, he has never been known as soft or sweet. He tells it like it is, with Reg you get what you see. Whether it be with his words or fists. The man is a force and he's not afraid to use intimidation when it's called for. How else has he managed to survive his years in the SAS and then there was that previous stint at Ghadzi – t'was no walk in the park, despite meeting Paddy. Even though that was a hell of a life changing moment. Nothing has been as life changing for the brooding Sergeant as the moment he fell in love.

Is It Real? Possibly, Could Just Be Another Concussion?

While home on a short leave, Reg was out at the pub when he spotted you being harassed by another fella from another unit

Small fella with a bit of a bruised face – the bruising came after Reg hit him for you

Not that you asked him to. He walked over, stole the man's drink, and hit him

A bit stunned and slightly intrigued by the brawny officer

You offered your number and asked him to call whenever he felt the need

Taking the scrap piece of paper Reg really isn't sure he'll use it

Well maybe not? Maybe he will?

Ah hell no doubt he'll be ringing you by dinner tomorrow

Back in Action!

Letters! So many letters! Reg is a man of few words but he sure as hell writes enough of them

Some of the men didn't even know Reggie could read or write! Huh?

He sends little notes and thoughts as often as he can. He likes sending them to you because you listen

Reg is vulnerable with everything going on in the rest of Europe. He sees you as his breath of fresh air

You don't know what's going on and he wants to keep it that way

His letters mostly consist of reminiscing about your day together at the beach, asking about your cat, and telling you how much he hates that fucking mad Scottish Prick.

He may also sneak in a line about how much he misses holding your hand and how it makes him happy

The Softer Side – Yes! He has One!

When you are alone Reg is quiet and calm

It's not often that his mind isn't a battle field of chaos

He likes the way you sing and hum as you read, it relaxes him more than you're aware

Walking along the beach, feeling the soft sand and cool waves, as you laugh and shout with happiness

One day when it's all over he may ask you to settle down with him

Not that he deserves someone as sweet and good as you, but he can dream

A dream which often finds him on the nights he manages to sleep which are few

When he does close his eyes it's getting a little easier to erase the destruction of war by finding your sweet face and allowing his mind to focus on you

Reg knows that when the SAS are on a mission each day could very well be his last. Wishful thinking and a fair bit of explosives often make sure that doesn't become a reality. When he's off saving the world, yet again, on Churchill's behalf, he can't wait to get back home. A man who is known for his strength, fearlessness, and brawn is a giant teddy bear the second he steps foot back into that house. He counts down the days until he's on leave, taking a teasing from the other men, despite feeling that they are all just jealous that he has you and they have nothing more than the thoughts of a woman.

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Keeping Memories

Genre: Fan Fiction (SAS Rogue Heroes)

Pairing: Jock McDiarmid/OFC

Warnings: It's fluff. Just fluff

Rating: General

Length: One shot

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Don't laugh, please. I beg you. Kidding. I have tried my hand at some Jock McDiarmid. It was only a matter of time, really. We all know it. So here it is. Some simple and sweet Jock fluff.

SAS Rogue Heroes Master List

Cpl James “Jock” McDiarmid, scrawled on the envelope in the neatest and sweetest handwriting that his dark eyes had ever witnessed. It had been weeks, nae, months since he had last gotten a letter in or out. They were on the move, once again, this time the broad Scotsman had very little details of where he was heading.

The less the better, is all he'd been told.

Leaving his comrades behind they had told him he was going to be placed under a new unit. One which they spoke little of, which terrified and excited him. The back of the truck was loud and dusty as he opened the delicate piece of paper, the worn envelope had been passed to him as he packed his things and readied to move out. His hands clutched the tinged stationary, dirty in contrast to the soft white parchment that he knew you had originally used. Yellowing in it's travels, the ink was still legible at least.

Opening the letter to find a photograph fall to the floor, Jock trapped it under his boot, not to risk it falling through the cracks. Bending against the bumpy road to retrieve it, a small smile graced his worn face as he looked it over. A photo from Christmas, how long had it been since this letter had been sent? He checked the date. Mid February. It truly had seemed like years since he'd last heard of home.

The photo was a small tug at the heartstrings. If he had any left.

You were sat with your favourite dog, a sparse tree in the background, and a hint of snow on the window beside it. How he ached to feel the cold in this hell scape. How he ached to feel anything, aside from the rage and adrenalin that often took over.

You talked of family and friends, of small parties, and of sitting by the fire in the evening wondering where he was and how he was. You didn't say it, but he knew it was implied – was he alive?

Telling him how much you had missed his laugh and that cheerful smile, hidden under those sweet chocolate eyes. You never asked when he would be back, as if by some fear, it would only turn into a curse forbidding him from coming home. The truck sputtered and Jock bounced around on the wooden bench in the back. Clutching his letter and photo as if it were the only things he had left in the world. Sliding the photo into his shirt pocket, he tapped it for safe keeping. Little did you know he was intending to take you everywhere with him from now on.

Letter folded and placed back in the envelope, he sat with it in his hand. Eyes closed, he let his mind drift to what he would say, when he got the chance to reply. This time, he was taking the chance to do so. No more leaving you for months wondering where he was or if...

A small smile spread across his face, rubbing his hand over his moustache, he sighed deeply. He knew that he couldn't tell you all of the details, but he could tell you about his move. How proud you would be of him for being on such a prestigious team. As usual he would spare the hard details, instead he would tell you about the night sky and how it danced with a million tiny stars across the open space. How in each one, he could see your eyes and your smile. He would ask about your family and his, making sure to request you to pass on his love to his mother.

As he wrote the letter, he'd sit dreaming away. Summer afternoons, lazy and slow, the sound of the creek as the pair of you relaxed on a blanket with a half empty picnic basket between you. How good it would taste now to have one of your strawberry scones or homemade short breads. He could smell them in the summer's air along with the wildflowers that you would have picked during the walk to the creek.

Perhaps once he was settled, he'd be so bold to ask you to send him a package. A proper one like some of the other lads had received. It wouldn't have to be fancy, simply a taste and smell of home.

The truck bumbled to a stop, jerking Jock from his fantasy of picnics and Scottish highlands. Rubbing his eyes as the back of the truck opened and the sunlight filtered in, he groaned and shielded his eyes. Did they have to be so abrupt. Who the hell did these men think they were, barking orders and shouting. Adjusting to the light, Jock stood up, the man holding the flap of the truck was no more than a boy and he certainly wasn't the one yelling.

The yelling and shouting, he realised was outside among the men. Stepping off of the truck, he gave a curt nod to the young man holding the flap for him, in his other arm he held a dog. The shouting...he could hear it from the right of him. It wasn't orders at all. Were they...no. Surely not. Jock began to laugh.

“Men are bidding on a fight between a few of the boys, hurry up. We don't want to miss it!” The younger man eagerly pranced in his place. “Oh, by the way, welcome to the SAS.”

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Bill Fraser : In Love

SAS Rogue Heroes Master List

Captain William “Bill” Fraser may look naïve, the man is anything but. Bill has spent enough of his years taking care of everyone else around him, the level head. Always calm and always cool. A trade off of being at war, he suspects. While Bill looks sweet and innocent, the man has seen and done more than most men three times his age. Coming off as shy, he is calculating and conscious. Treating love as a secondary thought, well except for his love of Withers, Bill's world shook the second he realised it may be true love.

Withers is a Good Judge – It Doesn't Even Begin if the Dog Says No!

Routine operations are what they were officially calling it, spotting you during the jaunt through town stopped Bill in his tacks

Literally. He stopped so fast Sgt. Almonds nearly ran him over

The Smile!

God that smile could stop any man, Bill's certain it could possibly stop the war

Withers was skeptical barking and growling at first

Bill assured the dog that you were not a threat, except maybe to his position in Bill's life

By the second meeting Withers was enamored, most likely to the small cut of meat you managed to save for him

Gifts are Overrated!

Gestures of affection are much more personal

Besides you can't one day toss those away

Bill will hold the door, assist you in putting on your coat, he even allows you to ride front on the bicycle he manages to...steal

He always laughs at your jokes even when they're terribly timed

He will nod and lean into whatever you are saying because he can't get enough

When he does crack and bring you a gift it's often a small drawing that he's done on a scrap of paper

Once The War Is Over – A Man Can Dream!

When it's all over the first thing Bill wants is a proper holiday

He wants nothing more than to have you join him

Withers will require space in the relationship of course – his thoughts not Bill's

You like to play along knowing that it could be years before the war settles or worse...

When the time comes, you agree, it's off to some tropical destination

Bill is thrilled to know that you will follow him anywhere

Which means one day he is going to convince you to follow him back to Scotland and get married

Spending time with you has made the days brighter and seem less horrific. Stealing moments away from the other men, Bill follows you like a puppy. He's a dreamer and you soon find yourself sharing in his dream. A nice holiday on a beach somewhere warm, even though you can't swim, Bill will teach you. For now it's the odd bouquet of flowers that he manages to find and a nice cup of tea. He's sweet and wants nothing more than to believe that this is true happiness.

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To The Rescue

Genre: Fan Fiction (SAS Rogue Heroes) Pairing: Jock McDiarmid /OFC Warnings: slight mention of death due to war Rating: General Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: A bit more Jock fluff, because why not? This one was inspired by @flufftober Day 19 : Risky Rescue Mission

SAS Rogue Heroes Master List

She had watched him at least twenty times climb that tree and that was just today.

He'd arrived back some time in the night or early morning, no words, no greetings. It was in, bag dropped by the door and straight to bed. A real bed. One with a proper mattress, blankets, and the softest pillows that he'd ever laid his head on. By the time she'd gotten up to begin the chores, he was sprawled out, sleeping as soundly as he could with a deep rumbling snore shaking the cottage. She was happy to have him back, if even for a few days. He'd been gone so long, she'd nearly forgotten what her Jock looked like.

Here he was, out side in the small garden, scaling the tree once more. Gathered around the bottom, cheering him on, was a group of local boys. If she didn't know any better, she'd assume they were doing this on purpose, just to see the brawny corporal scale the tree for them. Jock had always enjoyed the children in their village, playing with them and tormenting them whenever he got the chance.

“Right lads, almost.” he called down from mid way, he grasped the tree with one arm, while his free hand worked to get the kite free. The wind was treacherous, flying the colourful piece of material into the branches time and time again. “I've nearly got it.”

The children below shouted with excitement. Dancing around, craning their necks to see if they could get a better view from the ground.

“It's a bit risky with all this wind.” Jock informed them with a jovial laugh. “I think we can manage, one more pull and...” the red and yellow kite floated from the tree down to the boy who had the string in his hand.

She leaned against the garden rake, pressing her cheek to her hand, watching him swing down from the tree. Ruffling some of the boys' hair, before sending the lot of them off to play. Not without warning them, if the kite got stuck again, he was leaving it there.

“Go on, go play somewhere else.” He shooed them off, waving his hands at them. Cheeks round with his smile, he turned around brushing bits of twigs from his under shirt and slacks. Brushing a hand over his moustache he wrinkled his nose and snorted.

“They do it because they want your attention.” She smiled at him, when he returned to her side.

“Aye, I don't understand it, but I am happy to help them.” He shrugged and picked up his axe.

“Two of those boys have just lost their father and one his older brother. I suppose they're just happy to see somebody come back, you've always been good to them, Jocky.” She praised as she delivered the terrible news. “They'll remember that.”

With a deep sigh and a heavy frown, he shrugged. “It's a price we pay, I suppose.”

“I know that you have to go back, but...I don't want you to. Is that selfish?”

“Nah, I don't think so.” He shook his head, his dark eyes somewhere else for a moment before coming back to rest his gaze on her. A slow smile creeping back to his face. “I won't be going back for a few days and certainly not if I fall from that bluddy tree.”

“Well then, I suppose the next time you go up it, you make sure to miss your footing on the way down.” Leaning over her smile was teasing and bright. “Then I can have ya home forever.”

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Letters Home

Corporal James "Jock" McDiarmid is far from the romantic type. Perhaps a tad crass and even down right mad, but never romantic. However, being half a world away - so it feels during times such as this - even the maddest of men relish in the feeling of comfort, which they get from thinking about their lovers at home.

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SAS Rogue Heroes Master List

Full List Below the Cut

Jock McDiarmid

Letters Home

Keeping Memories

To The Rescue

Reg Seekings

Soft as a Kitten

Reg Seekings : In Love

Bill Fraser

Bill Fraser : In Love