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antiquatedsimmer · 8 months

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As the sun dipped below the horizon and the rest of the household began their preparations to retire for the night, Eddy's footsteps guided him to the weathered shed. Within its dimly lit interior, Silas was once again engrossed in a myriad of projects, his hands deftly manipulating tools and materials.

Eddy leaned casually against the shed's open doorway, his form casting a faint shadow amidst the workspace. With a subtle throat clearing, he turned his attention to his son.

"Silas, the hour's growin' late, boy. "

(Long Post Warning)

" I've got somethin' of importance to discuss with you, Let's talk in the parlor."

At the sound of his father's call, Silas shifted his focus, his interest piqued by the unusual tone in Eddy's words.

"I was just about ready to call it a night myself, I'll be right there. "

After meticulously stowing his tools, Silas retraced his steps back to the comforting sanctuary of the farmhouse. The fire's gentle dance cast flickering shadows across the room, illuminating his father Eddy, who was settled into a steadfast rocking chair. Its measured creaking wove a rhythmic tapestry against the backdrop of the room's hushed atmosphere.

"Join me, boy," Eddy's voice held authority, inviting Silas to settle in.

As Silas settled into the room's ambiance, a thick tension wrapped around him, impossible to ignore. The air was charged with a sense of déjà vu as if he was treading a familiar path, a well-worn trail of past conversations. His father's penetrating gaze bore into him, adding weight to the already expectant atmosphere.

Silas steeled himself, knowing all too well what might lie ahead - a discourse he had grown accustomed to, a lecture on the primacy of farm duties over his own creative pursuits. Eddy's comments, like the insistent ticking of a clock, had consistently interwoven themselves with Silas' ventures, a persistent reminder that the farm's obligations must always take precedence.

"You know me, Silas. I've never been one to dance around matters, so I'll speak plainly. "

" I've arrived at a decision."

Silas's breath caught, the impending storm of emotions threatening to surface as he clenched his jaw, determined to keep his temper in check.

"Before winter sets in, you'll be wed to Josephine Coombes," Eddy's declaration landed with weight, the words reverberating in the room.

A surge of disbelief and shock coursed through Silas, extinguishing the flames of brewing argument as swiftly as they ignited. "Married? To Josephine Coombes, the social pariah?" his inner thoughts were a jumble of confusion.

Eddy's demeanor remained unwavering, his voice resolute as he held the reins of the conversation firmly. "Starting tomorrow, we'll join forces with a hired group of men, both Coombes and myself. Together, we'll set the land straight, preparing it for a home where you and Josephine can live happily together."

Silas erupted from his seat, his demeanor giving way to a boiling rage. "Pa, you can't be serious! I hardly even know that woman. She's been off at that fancy finishing school for years, and now you're foistin' their burden onto me?"

Eddy's face remained steadfast, his silence a command as unyielding as an oak tree. His stern gaze bore into Silas as he rose from his seat. "Sit yourself back down this instant and speak like a man, not a sulkin' youngster. This union's been in the cards for a while now. You and Josephine, neither of ya got your hearts elsewhere. Considerin' the circumstances, I figure it's the right path."

Silas continued, "She's squandered every blessed chance her family gave her by acting a fool! She's older than me, damn it!"

" This isn't a union it's a damn punishment! " he shouted

Eddy's voice rumbled, his tone sharper now, his patience wearing thin. "AND BECAUSE YOU'VE DONE NOTHIN' BUT FIDDLE WITH METAL CONTRAPTIONS IS HOW YOU'VE WASTED YOURS. "

" You're nearly on 19, Silas, and ain't got much to show for it. If you'd put a mite more effort into your duties, you might've managed to make something of yourself and meet someone along the way! "

"But no, you've frittered away your time, avoidin' responsibility, leavin' me to make the decisions for you again!"

Silas gritted his teeth as Eddy pressed on, his tone simmering with a mix of irritation and control.

"Count yourself lucky, boy. Josephine comes from wealth, she's got ties to the family. She's made her mistakes, but She'll treat you right. "

Eddy's arms locked across his chest, his gaze drilling into Silas like steel daggers. "Your time's run out, boy, and I ain't got no more patience left waitin' for you to grow into a man. "

" This is MY land, I am your Father, as long as I live you will always listen to ME. You will marry Josephine and you will be happy. "

Silas stood there, muscles coiled like a spring about to snap, his voice a quiet release amidst the tension. "Yes, Father."

"Good. Now, rest up, 'cause tomorrow's gonna be a long day. Lots of work waitin' for us."

Eddy's eyes tracked his son as he left the parlor.

In his bedroom, Silas had changed into his nightwear, yet his mind remained ablaze with the echoes of the heated confrontation downstairs. "How can he claim the right to govern my life?" Silas fumed inwardly, bitterness coursing through his thoughts. "Shouldn't tending to the farm and pursuing my own path be enough for him?"

His fingers gripped the weathered edges of the desk before him with a force that threatened to splinter the wood.

"I must break free from this constricting grip. I shall not subject myself to a life dictated by him. "

My abilities and intellect extend beyond this place. I need to get out, I could get a train ticket and leave for a better city that'll recognize my intellect!"

As his thoughts whirled like a spinning wheel, sudden clarity pierced through the fog of uncertainty.

"Daniel Coombes," Silas contemplated, a subtle smirk dancing upon his lips. "Josephine's father is a man of influence and connections...Our union could help me get what my technology needs to succeed, supporters. "

The tension that had gripped his shoulders began to melt away as realization took hold, and with a renewed sense of purpose, Silas eased himself onto his bed, the weight of his father's words diminishing in the wake of the myriad opportunities now dancing before him.

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noneofurbusinez · 4 years

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George muthafucken Luz is the best dinner party host:

i know yall agree, but allow me to tell you exactly how he became the best host.

so this is obviously post-war

you and george have been living together

and you wanna do something real nice for george cuz you see that he's suffering

not in the most obvious ways

its how he makes a joke, starts laughing but midway through the laugh he trails off and stares out the void for a second

and its how he clutches the letters from his easy friends a tiny bit harder

and how his eyes screams 'i miss you' when he's reading them letters

you being you, go around his back and try to surprise him with a party

you start writing letters to a few of george's war friends inviting them over

and easy boys being easy bois write back to you, all oh-so-excited to be there

but luz, the sneaky lil bastard, senses somethings up

he tortures tickles you into confessing

you're actually kinda scared he might not like it, and you'd totally understand if he wasnt comfortable with it yet

and you feel a gut wrenching pull on your heart when george goes silent once you tell him your lil plan

and george breaks out in the largest grin- i mean THE LARGEST (bigger than when he was giving toye dat beer)

and pulls you into a bone crushing george luz™ hug

he instantly begins thrusting himself onto planning the party

he obviously wants it to be perfect - his instinct is to go all out with a 4-tier cake and live music with clowns as entertainment

he eventually decides to take it down a few fucken notches and settles on cozy, private, yet filled with happiness

its two days till the "party"

you've fucked up majorly

as in yall can't cook for shit lol

you tried, emphasis on tried, making meatloaf

you nearly burned down your bathroom (dont ask how)

all you managed to relatively successfully make was the potatoes

george, after dealing with the almost-demolished-bathroom situation, takes a bite of your potatoes and takes your hands and sits you down on the living room sofa

"pumpkin, i love you, but you can't cook for shit. I'd rather eat malarkey."

thats literally what george said to you, the love of his life, with a straight face

you begin to anxiety your tits off

for god's sake, it is a dinner party after all

and you're pretty sure cereal doesn't count for dinner anymore

your eyes dart around the room, feet tapping against the floor, biting you lips, all that jazz

george, with his oh-so-warm eyes, looks at you with his hands on the either side of your face

"don't you worry about a thing"

and of course, you believe george. he IS a man child, but you trust him with your life, so you could trust him to manage to feed a couple of his friends, right?

so the big day rolls around, george just came back from work with a fuck ton of bags in his hands

while youre getting all dolled up george is busy in the kitchen

you step into the dining room and voila there he is, with delicious looking plates of.. are those lobsters?

you're about to ask him what the fuck is going on, but a knock on the door makes you whip your head around

george goes to get the door while you do some last-minute fluffing of living room cushions

suddenly, there are a swarm of very loud men all barging through you and george's house

to say that you were overwhelmed whould be a grave understatement

you couldn't keep up with all the jokes and jabs and hugs and barking laughters of the men

so you decide to step into the dining room and get everything ready

george has somehow managed to herd all his boys into the yummy smelling dining room and they all sit down

yall start eating, and george introduces yall and you finally get to meet the men that shares a special bond with your georgie

they're very kind, yet in their eyes you can see what you can also see in george's eyes

the bois bombard you with questions, some not so polite as the others iykwim😉

and you being you, squirm a tad bit uneasily

its all in good sprit- they are brothers after all- but youre a lil shy

george of course notices your discomfort, and does a terrible sobel impression soon the table is roaring with laughter, and you feel george's hand squeeze yours

he give ya a cheeky wink (swoon)

the lobsters are scrumptious

you bring out the pie (store bought) and ice creamfor desert

george makes sure to save the perfectest slice for you

yall share the pie and some liquor that you swear wasn't there when yall began dinner

the bois are so full both of food and love and theyre talking and catching up and hugging and oh my god im so soft

sadly its time for them to leave

you and george at the doorsteps hugging everyone goodbye and promising each other to write

when the last of them's gone george turns to you, puts his arm around your waist, kissing the side of your head

you both silently clean up, brush your teeth, and climb into bed, all the while the radio is playing soft tunes in the background

truth be told you were exhausted

george is staring at you with is big brown eyes

and you hear everything he's telling you with his eyes

the thank yous, i love yous, how did i get so luckys

you share a tender kiss and you cuddle up to him

just before drifting off to a long and deep slumber, you whisper

"how did you get fucken lobsters"

george mumbles something like seagulls, grenade, candles, but you're asleep before you can ask him again

you somehow know that you won't ever know how he got those goddamn lobsters, but you're totally okay with that.

after all, george was happy, and so were you

oh and a month later, you were at a certain louisianian's home for some of the best cajun food you'd ever had😌

okay i got carried away as i always do ,, not even sorry oops i usually do shitty shotposts. this idea came to me while talking to @radiantcade and george luz would most definitely try to feed trigger scraps

#band of brothers #bob #hbo war #band of brothers headcanon #george luz #easy company #george luz x reader #made by noneofurbusinez #noneofurbusinez made this

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