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96 MERCEDES by BUNNY LYNN - September 17th <3

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800 for the 1917 scene? (You have to tell us what happens nexttttt poor Kell I feel really bad for him 😭

Anon, I promise it turns out alright! The boy just never ever gets cut a break, but Holland is more than happy to be the distraction he needs. Because, by the time this happens, Holland needs a distraction too. (You’ll find out why soon!)

Holland had brought two glasses with them, but Kell ignores them entirely. He uncorks the bottle while it’s still in Holland’s hand and knocks back a mouthful, then two. He lets Holland take it back, walking backwards to flop onto the bed. His uniform is cleaner than it was a year ago, his hair shorter, his frame thinner. He winces as his injured shoulder — the left, Holland remembers — connects with the mattress.

“I’m sorry,” Kell gasps, coughing around the burn of the booze. “It’s... I shouldn’t have—.”

“I’m glad you found me,” Holland interrupts. He strides forward, dropping the bottle on a stool and kicking Kell’s long legs apart to stand between them. “I’ll be going back to the front tomorrow, then home next week.”

“Lucky thing,” The redhead’s eyes rake over him, head to... waist level. Some of the decimation in his eyes evaporates, replaced by an infectious hunger. “Are you going to... lay down?”

“Would you like me to, blue eyes?” Holland smirks.

“Well, it is your bed... major.” Kell drops his voice, low and honeyed.

“Had anything in mind?”

Kell shrugs. “You, me, that bottle, my mouth... elsewhere. You?”