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Austenland Deleted Scene “Awkwardly Entangled”
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fayefolke:

On the rocks

Keeping Ansgar on ice was a thought most tempting to Faye, to let him chill like her favourite Scotch. And for him to request it of her –

Faye, darling. I need you to pour a bucket of ice water over my head and film it. (Remind me to fire Kara come Monday, by the way. Only kidding.) Somehow, I do not think you would be adverse to that. x - Ansgar

why, it was most certainly a treat.

And she liked to savour her treats, particularly ones that would give her so much devious glee. That morning she had persuaded Ansgar to wear loose, thin clothing, teasing him about braving the cold like a man. It had riled him up, of course, and the result meant Faye could indulge during her lunch break, licking her lips as she spoiled herself with the view of Ansgar’s white t-shirt clinging to his chest.

It never once crossed Faye’s mind that he would nominate her.

The bastard had been nominated three times, and as such, three buckets of ice water were beside Faye, ready to be thrown over him, the camera perched on the tripod, catching every fantastic expression of Ansgar’s when Faye laughed and threw the bucket.

Throughout the delightful activity, Ansgar explained the cause, choking occasionally when the freezing water flew into his open mouth, and began listing his nominations.

And just after the second bucket was thrown, Ansgar lunged for the last, causing Faye to shriek as, just out of camera shot, he soaked her.

It never once crossed Faye’s mind that wearing a cream Chanel dress today would be a bad idea.

“You arse!” Faye shouted, fury in her voice as she began shivering instantly, mascara running down her face. She had to go back to work like this! “You fucking arse! If you had to nominate me, you could have got me wet later, not like this! Not now!”

“But I will be getting you wet later,” Ansgar replied innocently, though his implication was anything but innocent.

SLAP!

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A Young Cub || Ansgar/Faye || 1780

fayefolke:

 

Sergeant Crane dealt with the pair of them, all right. And afterwards, Faye said his name in her head over and over again, promising herself that one day she would deal with him. Perhaps a day when her breasts weren’t bound and crushing her chest so painfully, so she could chastise him only how a sharp-tongued woman could.

But with each muscle of hers screaming at her to stop, to take rest, she found herself instead stood to attention in the parade grounds at six o’clock, the whole unit looking forward to their supper and the tavern. Murmurs were even going about the troops, praising Major Martinsson for his kindness, but Faye did not follow with her own echo. Indeed, she fought the urge to spit on the ground when her husband appeared with Sergeant Crane, gathering them for the tavern, checking their attendance.

Ansgar’s words too weak to be of use danced about Faye’s head a circular dance, but it was not a country or light-hearted dance, but a funeral march that matched the unit’s rhythm as they stomped to the tavern, to a meal and warmth.

***

Faye could not recall the last time she had been to a tavern. If ever.

She had never expected the loud noise or the crowd as they entered, wincing as shouts and calls flew over her head, grunting as she was jostled to and fro amongst everyone. If it weren’t for Dawson’s large hands upon her shoulders, she would have never made it through to the other side. He pushed and directed her to the tables at back, reserved for Major Martinsson and his unit.

She and Cooper only got a small stool, and only a poor meal in comparison to the other men, but when it was set in front of her, Faye’s mouth watered. It could have been simple bread and cheese and her stomach would have growled at the sight of it, and the smell of the mutton made her ravenous.

Alas, Faye’s hands didn’t even have time to touch the plate, as the moment she reached out towards the table, they hit cotton instead. A woman’s skirts, to be exact.

“Well aren’t you a cutie, hmm?” Came a purr high above Faye’s head, and she craned her neck upwards, the hat falling into her eyes once more. But she had seen enough. A painted, smiling face, and a bodice that seemed to have the same problem as Faye’s hat. “You’re a young’un to be in the army, y’know. But that’s okay. I like ‘em lean.”

Faye gulped as the woman promptly sat on her lap, her bony arse creating sparks as it rubbed across Faye’s bony knees. And they weren’t sparks of the good kind.

“Ah, not to be rude, ah… ah, miss.” Faye took a deep breath, not knowing where to place her hands and instead holding them up as a sort of surrender. “But I would quite like to eat, so if you don’t mind…”

“Oh, how polite. A hungry soldier, huh? Well, I’ve got something for you to feast upon…”

Faye squeezed her eyes shut as the woman’s chest jiggled in front of her, swallowing back a curse and turning a shade of red that mocked her uniform with its brightness. The men nearby laughed and encouraged her, their words sometimes slurred as they shouted about their cups or food. But Faye understood what they were getting at, and as she pleaded for the woman to climb off of her, the woman called her sweet, shy, a dear little poet.

So when Dawson grabbed hold of the whore, pulling her from Faye to himself, she heaved a sigh of relief. Faye quickly downed her water, watching as Dawson groped the woman, grinning from ear to ear as he asked her to give him her attention, for poor little ‘Finn’ was unlikely to get it up.

Faye glared fiercely at Dawson. Lack of a cock didn’t mean she didn’t know how to use one, thank you very much.

Ansgar, his face buried in his tankard of ale, recalled the look on Faye’s face when he told her he’d had whores, when he told her that he once took inordinate amounts of pleasure in cuckolding other men… particularly, other officers. He remembered the shocked grunt she’d made when he described his wooing of their wives, his tempting them to his rooms, his lying them upon his bed and fucking them until their minds were blank and gone. 

And so he watched her at the tavern that evening, biting his lip and fighting back laughter as she… as he… as Finn… rebuffed the forceful advances of the insatiable young Bess. He leaned back on his wooden chair, his shoulders firm against the cold, stone wall of the tavern, his boots perched precariously, yet confidently upon table trestle and chair bar. 

"It seems," Lieutenant Stonewall nudged Ansgar amicably in the arm, "seems Private Fitzgerald’s not going to be the worse for wear without having his dessert tonight, sir."

Ansgar hid an impatient scowl behind another deep draught of ale. He blinked, narrowing his eyes at the young officer. “Whatever do you mean, Michael?”

"I mean, sir," Stonewall lowered his head, peering at Ansgar from beneath his heavy red brows, "that even though Finn there’s gone his meal without no sweet apple tarts, that he’s not going to have difficulty in laying hands upon another sort of tart." Those selfsame eyebrows gave a lascivious waggle. "Aye, sir?"

Ansgar nodded. “Oh, aye, Michael,” he leaned forward, elbows upon the table. His eyes flicked over toward Faye, taking in her increasing discomfiture, her nervous twitches… the way she bit her lip in that manner suggesting a deep desire to leave and run and never return. He smiled, then, a knowing, devious smile. “Indeed. Indeed, and perhaps we should help him along, yes?”

He lifted his head and caught the attention of the matron of the house. The matron, a widow by the name of Mary Jane, approached, wiping her greasy hands upon her even greasier skirts. “Yes, Major, sir? Is there anything else I can get you? Some more wine, maybe?” She lifted the flagon, and finding it still half full, frowned. “Somethin’ else?”

Ansgar chucked his chin in Faye’s direction. “Do you see that lad there, the young one?”

"Oh, Private Fitzgerald? Oh, he’s a darling one, he is," she cooed. "All the girls are talkin’ bout him in the salon, they are. They all think he’s sweet."

"The lad’s a virgin,” Ansgar whispered, his voice in a deep, conspiratorial tone. “Never had a woman, and the boys say it’s all he’s been talking about, wanting to be with a lady in… that way — before battle and all that. Fears dying, you see. Doesn’t want to meet his maker without,” he waggled his eyebrows, “meeting his maker, if you get my meaning.” he rolled his eyes in mock embarrassment.

"Oh dear, you don’t say." Mary Jane cooed. "Poor boy. Poor poor boy."

"I think ‘twould be a right fitting thing for the boy if he were to lose his childhood this evening, don’t you agree, my darling?" He batted his eyelashes. "Have you a - cough - a lady… someone… gentle enough to… help him with such an important thing?”

The woman tapped her lips, the lips that bowed into a bright, yellow-toothed grin, her eyes twinkling in their mirth. “I’ve just the… lady…,” she winked, giving Ansgar a not-so-delicate tap on the nose. “Don’t you worry, Major, my dear. I’ll see to the lad. I’ll send my beautiful Miss Christina up with him, soon as can be.”

"He may need a bit of force, however, you see," Ansgar instructed. "May be a bit shy, for all his talk." Shrug. "He is but a lad, after all."

"Don’t you worry about a thing," she said, caressing Ansgar’s face with her fat, oily fingers. She folded her hands before her chest, beaming down at her new favourite customer. "Is there anyone I can match you with then, Major? Someone strong, mouthy and sassy, I’d reckon. Tall and dark-haired, yes?"

"Ah, no." Ansgar smiled. "I am a married man, Mary Jane," he said firmly. "I could not be unfaithful to my wife. The guilt of it would kill me; and besides," he crooned, "I often feel as if she’s here with me," he touched his chest, "quite near, keeping a sharp yet loving and watchful eye upon me."

"Bless your heart, Major," Mary Jane sang. "Bless your sweet, darling heart. I’ll wager you are loved by all, adored — you are so tender-hearted and sweet, so generous, you are." She curtseyed quickly, lifted her skirts, turned, and hurried off to see to the business of Finn Fitzgerald’s virginity.

Lieutenant Stonewall laughed. “Don’t let the men hear her say such niceties to you. That is how rumours are started, and such rumours may do naught but tarnish an officer’s reputation.”

"My reputation is already quite sullied," Ansgar chuckled. "How could it possibly get worse?"

"Short of being caught in the midst of buggery, it can’t." Stonewall smirked.

"Oi," Ansgar clipped. "I am still your superior officer, you shit. How dare you speak to me like that!" He stared hard at the young Lieutenant, his brow lowering and his eyes glowering until the man grimaced apologetically, his shoulders slumping.

"Beggin’ your pardon, Major, sir, for my insubordination and disrespect, sir. It’ll not happen again."

"It had better fucking not," Ansgar shouted, still holding the filthy glare until… until his face fell and he burst into a loud hiccough of laughter, clapping Stonewall hard upon the back. "Yet, you are quite right, my friend, quite right." 

Stonewall sighed, pressing his hand to his breast in relief. “Thank you, sir.”

A movement at Faye’s table caught Ansgar’s eye. He turned to watch, grinning with smug satisfaction as he saw Faye being led from the table… well, perhaps more in the manner of… dragged from the table toward the back stairs. And the person dragging him by way of a fierce grip around the wrist, was a very tall, quite broad, and incredibly strong woman.  

A woman — who in her shape and size could have quite easily been a man.

"How absolutely apropos," Ansgar muttered.

"What was that, sir?" Stonewall perked.

"Oh, nothing, Lieutenant, nothing at all." He daubed his napkin in the corners of his mouth, threw the cloth on the table and stood. "If you will excuse me," he announced. "I have need of the privy."

Anonymous inquired:

Faye, darling. I need you to pour a bucket of ice water over my head and film it. (Remind me to fire Kara come Monday, by the way. Only kidding.) Somehow, I do not think you would be adverse to that. x - Ansgar

fayefolke:

martinssonconstruction:

fayefolke:

Oooh, this is the highlight of my evening. I quite like the idea of keeping you on ice for me, better yet that I can inflict some suffering on you. Thank you so much for this opportunity - I shall treasure it and take great pleasure in getting your pretty face drenched.

P.S. Bought you some London Victorian Cologne today from Penhaligon’s. You smell nice, but you could be better. The handsome shop assistant was ever so helpful ;)

Well fine. After you soak me I want you to suck me. There you go. Honesty is the best policy, yes?

Oh, yes.

Oh. Yes.

Then let’s get on with this thing, then, yeah?

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Anonymous inquired:

Faye, darling. I need you to pour a bucket of ice water over my head and film it. (Remind me to fire Kara come Monday, by the way. Only kidding.) Somehow, I do not think you would be adverse to that. x - Ansgar

fayefolke:

martinssonconstruction:

fayefolke:

Oooh, this is the highlight of my evening. I quite like the idea of keeping you on ice for me, better yet that I can inflict some suffering on you. Thank you so much for this opportunity - I shall treasure it and take great pleasure in getting your pretty face drenched.

P.S. Bought you some London Victorian Cologne today from Penhaligon’s. You smell nice, but you could be better. The handsome shop assistant was ever so helpful ;)

I could be quite vulgar and suggest you suck me after you soak me but I will refrain.

I don’t like it when you refrain.

Well fine. After you soak me I want you to suck me. There you go. Honesty is the best policy, yes?

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fayefolke inquired:

[TEXT] You know, I was expecting a fanfare when I came back. And all I see is an empty flat. Where the hell are you? Xxx

fayefolke:

martinssonconstruction:

martinssonconstruction:

(Text). My love, I am a busy man. Called away for a few days. Been asked to testify as an expert in a construction case in New York. Be back in two days my love. Miss you. X

(Text). Would it help if I made a stop at Tiffany’s?

[TEXT] Tiffany’s always helps, but I’m not letting you buy yourself out of this. And it would only delay you, so please, just come home soon. Preferably empty-handed as your hands will soon be full of me. xxx

(text) Took your instruction and skipped Tiffany’s. Hit Bulgari instead. At LaGuardia. Be home soon. x

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Anonymous inquired:

Faye, darling. I need you to pour a bucket of ice water over my head and film it. (Remind me to fire Kara come Monday, by the way. Only kidding.) Somehow, I do not think you would be adverse to that. x - Ansgar

thereallimegreenandloki:

martinssonconstruction:

fayefolke:

martinssonconstruction:

fayefolke:

Oooh, this is the highlight of my evening. I quite like the idea of keeping you on ice for me, better yet that I can inflict some suffering on you. Thank you so much for this opportunity - I shall treasure it and take great pleasure in getting your pretty face drenched.

P.S. Bought you some London Victorian Cologne today from Penhaligon’s. You smell nice, but you could be better. The handsome shop assistant was ever so helpful ;)

It gives me pause the amount of glee you seem to derive from the idea of pouring ice cold water over my head. It’s disturbing. Yet, it’s a bit… enticing. 

Get the camera and I will meet you in the garden behind the building. You are aware that you are next, however. Yes? Oh, yes. Yes you are.

And thank you for the London Victorian Cologne. I have all but run out of that bottle of Sartorial. You’re a gem and I love you.

I will be next for the ice cold water? You wouldn’t dare.  

I challenged-slash-nominated you, my love. If I have to do it, then so do you. x And donation’s not going to get you out of it. 

Oh, I can’t WAIT to see Ms. Folke perform the challenge. And you won’t fire me, Herr Martinsson. I am an integral cog in your machine without which things would fall apart.

Quite true Kara. Quite true.

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Anonymous inquired:

Faye, darling. I need you to pour a bucket of ice water over my head and film it. (Remind me to fire Kara come Monday, by the way. Only kidding.) Somehow, I do not think you would be adverse to that. x - Ansgar

fayefolke:

martinssonconstruction:

fayefolke:

Oooh, this is the highlight of my evening. I quite like the idea of keeping you on ice for me, better yet that I can inflict some suffering on you. Thank you so much for this opportunity - I shall treasure it and take great pleasure in getting your pretty face drenched.

P.S. Bought you some London Victorian Cologne today from Penhaligon’s. You smell nice, but you could be better. The handsome shop assistant was ever so helpful ;)

I challenged-slash-nominated you, my love. If I have to do it, then so do you. x And donation’s not going to get you out of it. 

But I’m wearing Chanel

God, I’m going to soak you to the bone, you know. I really, really am.

I could be quite vulgar and suggest you suck me after you soak me but I will refrain.

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fayefolke inquired:

[TEXT] You know, I was expecting a fanfare when I came back. And all I see is an empty flat. Where the hell are you? Xxx

fayefolke:

martinssonconstruction:

martinssonconstruction:

(Text). My love, I am a busy man. Called away for a few days. Been asked to testify as an expert in a construction case in New York. Be back in two days my love. Miss you. X

(text) You’re home early. I’ve a Nextra delivery scheduled for later today if I calculate the time zones correctly. You’ll have a full refrigerator in a few hours. I may be inconsiderate as a general proposition, but I know better than to let you go hungry, darling. 

[TEXT] We’ll see. 

[TEXT] You’re not out of the doghouse yet. x

(Text). Would it help if I made a stop at Tiffany’s?

(( heading to the waterparks today and for the holiday tomorrow. enjoy the murder mystery role play over at themagnusgames! ))

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Anonymous inquired:

Faye, darling. I need you to pour a bucket of ice water over my head and film it. (Remind me to fire Kara come Monday, by the way. Only kidding.) Somehow, I do not think you would be adverse to that. x - Ansgar

fayefolke:

martinssonconstruction:

fayefolke:

Oooh, this is the highlight of my evening. I quite like the idea of keeping you on ice for me, better yet that I can inflict some suffering on you. Thank you so much for this opportunity - I shall treasure it and take great pleasure in getting your pretty face drenched.

P.S. Bought you some London Victorian Cologne today from Penhaligon’s. You smell nice, but you could be better. The handsome shop assistant was ever so helpful ;)

It gives me pause the amount of glee you seem to derive from the idea of pouring ice cold water over my head. It’s disturbing. Yet, it’s a bit… enticing. 

Get the camera and I will meet you in the garden behind the building. You are aware that you are next, however. Yes? Oh, yes. Yes you are.

And thank you for the London Victorian Cologne. I have all but run out of that bottle of Sartorial. You’re a gem and I love you.

I will be next for the ice cold water? You wouldn’t dare.  

I challenged-slash-nominated you, my love. If I have to do it, then so do you. x And donation’s not going to get you out of it. 

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fayefolke inquired:

[TEXT] You know, I was expecting a fanfare when I came back. And all I see is an empty flat. Where the hell are you? Xxx

fayefolke:

martinssonconstruction:

(Text). My love, I am a busy man. Called away for a few days. Been asked to testify as an expert in a construction case in New York. Be back in two days my love. Miss you. X

[TEXT] Oh. Well thanks for letting me know beforehand that the only thing greeting me when I got back was an empty fridge.

(text) You’re home early. I’ve a Nextra delivery scheduled for later today if I calculate the time zones correctly. You’ll have a full refrigerator in a few hours. I may be inconsiderate as a general proposition, but I know better than to let you go hungry, darling. 

fayefolke inquired:

[TEXT] You know, I was expecting a fanfare when I came back. And all I see is an empty flat. Where the hell are you? Xxx

(Text). My love, I am a busy man. Called away for a few days. Been asked to testify as an expert in a construction case in New York. Be back in two days my love. Miss you. X

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persephone622:

Oh my god, SO COLD. Thank you, thereallimegreenandloki. (Also tagging martinssonconstruction for his “honorary appearance”. ;-) )

Please, guys, if you can, donate to alsa.org. That’s the main focus of these. So, yeah, it’s cold, but it brings awareness. And that’s amazing.

Sephie: Sexy when wet. x

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