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Hello, just arriving to drop some absolute filth and running away. It's chapter one of five planned, plus a companion fic god help me.

This fic owes a lot of its life to this post from Ysande, in which it's pointed out that Algy's reaction to seeing Erich again in Biggles &co is really quite outsize, and it wouldn't take a terrible leap of the imagination to think there could be a far messier history lurking behind it.

This is significantly less well researched that what I usually write but also: just close your eyes and have fun.

Title: Five Nights in Cairo
Pairing: Algy/Erich, Algy/Major Sterne
Characters: Algy, Erich, Major Sterne
Word count: c.5k for chapter 1
Rating: E
Summary: The only notable moment of the entire affair was when a tall, tanned, good-looking man with dark hair, in the uniform of a Major, had come striding up the stairs, two at a time, like a bolt of sudden lightning through the otherwise muted atmosphere of the offices. Algy followed him with his eyes, taking in the long lean stretch of his legs and the sharp, cold cut of his gaze as he scythed through the scatter of staff officers.

Major Sterne is bored. Algy Lacey is in over his head.
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I think this is my final Whumptober offering, in that it's just a huge and terrible pile of angst with no redeeming features.

This fic exists because I reread The Boy Biggles as an adult and went ‘holy shit! Biggles’s poor dad’. Never have I seen a man more stressed about his son who will casually jump on a crocodile or throw sticks at a leopard, all while dying of recurrent malaria. This was supposed to be about 500 brief words exploring that reaction, but instead here is approx. 14k of what at times is essentially original fiction, sorry!

It scratches no part of my brain, touches no part of my id, and yet I was entirely compelled to spend too much time researching and writing this.

Thanks are owed to [personal profile] tweague, for beta'ing and listening to me complain about doing this to myself for weeks, and [personal profile] black_bentley for reading and convincing me it was worth sharing.

Go to your God like a soldier
Word count: c.14k
Rating: G
Characters: Biggles, Biggles's father, Biggles's mother, Charles Bigglesworth, Dickpa, Brigadier General Bigglesworth, a few scattered OC.
Relationships: Biggles & Biggles's father
Summary: He sometimes thinks he has stolen a child from death, and death is working its way back to him each day.

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"Besides, if I stay here I shall probably die of fever. Every time I have an attack it gets worse."

- The Boy Biggles, W.E. Johns

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Just 14k of Biggles's dad apologia that absolutely no one asked for.
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I'd had a few more bits planned in this scene, but I don't know when I'll ever get around to adding them so I thought I'd just chuck this up as is.

Whumptober prompts
day 17: nowhere else to go
day 22: bleeding through bandages, 'Oh, that's not good'

Erich & Algy, wound tending, cw for quite graphic description (I think, ymmv), 992 words.

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Right, totally missed that I had something in the drafts for this prompt, so here you go, I fling you something unfinished, part of a longer, unposted fic, for all the fans of messed up Algy/vS

Algy/vS 467 words
Some messed up role play because it's easier to have weird sex with someone you hate than consider what's going on with your own emotions.


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I've updated Polyphony with chapter 4, and it should, in theory, be done - but I think there's a final epilogue but we'll see when that happens!

Polyphony, ch4
c. 3700 words, M or E, ymmv, Erich/Biggles/Algy
They've had a lot of emotions, but what if they had more emotions only this time also sex.
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Inspired by [personal profile] tweague posting her old Long Bar fic, I dug out the Biggles/Wilks Long Bar fic I wrote approx 14 years ago and tidied it up. I've never posted this anywhere, or frankly posted anything this explicit before, so I'm going drop this and run away and hide in a bin.

Title: Game, Set, Match
Pairing: Biggles/Wilks
Word count: 4,852
Rating: M (E?)
Summary: The thing was, Biggles really liked Wilks. He did. He thought of jokes no one else would, and always said them out loud. He cheated at cards in a very predictable way; he was proud, relentlessly so; and he always seemed to know exactly what Biggles was thinking and how to make him think something completely different. They fought, most of the time, about anything and everything they could think of – but somehow, Biggles realised, as he tipped the remaining slug of whisky into his mouth and swallowed, they had become firm friends.

Which made this all the more awkward.
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Here's some more of the Big Algy Opus, this is the start of Part II, which I'm quite worried will end up being well, well over 10k at this rate. I have to go write a book with an official deadline, so I'm dropping this here as a promise to myself I get to come back to it.

Featuring Gatty classics: angst, the past is a trauma we cannot shake, Algy is responsible for Biggles's sartorial choices, the war really Fucked Things Up, Algy is not having a good time.

Words: 2059
Pairings: Biggles/Algy, though more & in this section than /
Summary: The journalist is due in less than an hour, and Biggles still hasn’t come out of the bathroom.


Mount Street, 1919 )
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A non whumptopber fic appears! This is something I've been working on for [personal profile] tweague in the general mission of 'Erich should have nice things (and nice boyfriends)'. Very self indulgent a little confusing, please see continuity note on ao3. I always need more Algy/Erich and more ot3 content so here you go!!

Title: Polyphony
Pairings: Biggles/Algy, Biggles/Erich, Algy/Erich, Biggles/Algy/Erich
Words: 8610 (3/4 chapters complete)
Summary:

The dinner reservation was for seven, but by seven forty-five, even Biggles has to accept von Stalhein is not showing up. Algy has drunk three glasses of wine, which is always a bad idea with Biggles, because now he is noticeably drunk and Biggles is not, and he is less able to modulate his own disquiet.

'Do you know if he’s gone anywhere much since setting up here?’ he asks. ‘I didn’t think a restaurant would be too much to ask but perhaps we should have gone to eat limp sandwiches in a bus station instead.'

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I've been toying with a few Whumptober prompts, but realised that my ongoing Big Algy Feelings fic probably hits quite a few of them so I thought I'd share the first part.

Prompts: Day 1: panic attack, Day 2: trust issues, Day 6: unhealthy coping mechanisms, Day 9: obsession, Day 20: emotional angst, shoulder to cry on, permission to die, Day 29: fatigue, Day 30: recovery

Characters: Algy, Biggles, ambient Mullen, Mahoney &c
Pairings: Biggles/Algy
Words: 3337

No beta, we die like men &c

Part I )
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hello gang, i emerge from the long grass with an offering. this is a fic i am writing at glacial pace for [personal profile] tweague as christmas presents, so with three chapters in the bank i cannot believe ive been working on this so long and likely will be for a while yet. hideous.

it's some good time nonsense set in Japan after the events of Buries a Hatchet, as the gang make their way back from rescuing Our Boy, erich von stahlin, and raymond just has a little tiny micro baby job for them to do. obviously this is super chill and no one has any complicated emotions about it. many opportunities for interesting scenery, food and only one futon.

requested by Tweague because i used to live in japan so am easily tempted into research holes and nostalgia binges. please forgive any and all inaccuracies, im only one girl with access to god's own google.

Title: How many moons of joy and sorrow
Length: 3579/? words
Summary: James stands at the window of the izakaya, observing the street through the wooden window slats; there is a slice of tarmac iridescent with oil and a forest of red lanterns in either direction. It is night and the rainy season lies heavy across Tokyo. A pall of rain pulls its robe across the narrow streets of old minka, the spiderweb of train lines skirting the new concrete and glass office blocks and shopping malls, and here and there, the ashy scrubland still untended since the fire bombs fell. He had not flown those raids: it had been the Americans. But he had seen Dresden burn. He had seen Hamburg from the convex window of a bomber slinking past cloud cover. He knows what it is to destroy.
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hello, i am back from the (fandom) dead because i hear we're into biggles again.

im gatty, been a biggles weirdo since i was 15 and got biggles learns to fly out of the school library to do a writing project about the first world war and instead got hit directly a hideous amount of emotional damage. [personal profile] tweague informed me you're all here and i should come back to the fold. also post the backlog of fics we've just been sending each other for approx... 20???? years oh god lmao.

also here is my ao3 account thou i orphaned almost everything a few years back cause i went pro with writing and had a little panic!!

hi all nice to meet you.
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