Fanfiction: Horatio Hornblower (G)
Title: V is for Vomit
Pairing/Characters: Horatio Hornblower; Horatio/Maria
Rating: G
Fandom: Horatio Hornblower
Word Count: 169
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: There's more than one cause for vomiting.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the Alphabet Soup challenge lokei is hosting. The character of choice for this round is Horatio. Rating for allusions to naughty activities. No beta.
V is for Vomit
After so many years at sea, Horatio was becoming rather used to being seasick every time he came aboard a ship after some time on shore. At least as a captain he had the privacy he'd been denied as a midshipman and lieutenant. There was no chance any of the crew would see him being as sick as a landlubber while the ship gently rocked at anchor. This morning was very much different, despite how much he tried to convince himself that his upset stomach was due more to a choppy sea.
This morning marked the day he was to be wed. Rather than looking forward to his impending wedding, Horatio was dreading it. He liked Maria, but he didn't love her. Not the way a man should love his prospective wife. He'd asked, she'd accepted, and that was that. He'd given his word and he would not break it, no matter how much it felt as if his impending nuptials were a noose slowly tightening around his neck.
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Pairing/Characters: Horatio Hornblower; Horatio/Maria
Rating: G
Fandom: Horatio Hornblower
Word Count: 169
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: There's more than one cause for vomiting.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the Alphabet Soup challenge lokei is hosting. The character of choice for this round is Horatio. Rating for allusions to naughty activities. No beta.
V is for Vomit
After so many years at sea, Horatio was becoming rather used to being seasick every time he came aboard a ship after some time on shore. At least as a captain he had the privacy he'd been denied as a midshipman and lieutenant. There was no chance any of the crew would see him being as sick as a landlubber while the ship gently rocked at anchor. This morning was very much different, despite how much he tried to convince himself that his upset stomach was due more to a choppy sea.
This morning marked the day he was to be wed. Rather than looking forward to his impending wedding, Horatio was dreading it. He liked Maria, but he didn't love her. Not the way a man should love his prospective wife. He'd asked, she'd accepted, and that was that. He'd given his word and he would not break it, no matter how much it felt as if his impending nuptials were a noose slowly tightening around his neck.
End