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15th June 1982 by basicallyalunginadrawer
Fandoms: Operation Mincemeat: A New Musical - SpitLip
21 Jan 2025
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"Cholmondeley died 15 June 1982; Montagu wrote an obituary that was published in The Times."
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time. by basicallyalunginadrawer
Fandoms: Operation Mincemeat: A New Musical - SpitLip
07 Jan 2025
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They forged a man to fool Hitler. I just poured the tea. Operation Mincemeat, as seen through the eyes of someone who never should’ve been in the room.
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monty said jean is 'too bright' to pour the tea, so bella got the job. oppy mince told from an outsider's pov
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Yours, Montagu by basicallyalunginadrawer
Fandoms: Operation Mincemeat: A New Musical - SpitLip
21 Dec 2024
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montlie's first christmas apart told through a series of poorly concealed love letters <3
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a fic consisting of oldy formal english gay letters woah
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Burning With Destiny's Light by basicallyalunginadrawer
Fandoms: Operation Mincemeat: A New Musical - SpitLip
29 Oct 2024
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warning: slightly very much ooc
new chapter :D
Left homeless after a brutal split from his ex Reggie, Ewen Montagu has nowhere to turn—until he crosses paths with Charles Cholmondeley, a former classmate who insists on taking him in. What begins as a desperate refuge soon becomes charged with unspoken tension, as nights spent in close quarters ignite feelings neither of them can ignore.or...
eventually wholesome monty pov modern au <3
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Soon The Journey Will Be Done. by basicallyalunginadrawer
Fandoms: Operation Mincemeat: A New Musical - SpitLip
02 Oct 2024
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Ewen Montagu and Charles Cholmondeley are both skipping most of their university lectures for *very* different reasons, but when they run into each other in a nearby café, who's to say how the contrasting personalities could bond?
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university modern au mess <333
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There were fresh gunshots still left on the walls like a reminder. He averted his eyes.
The world felt hollow. Distant.
He tried not to think about Jung-bae. About his voice. About his hand on Dae-ho’s shoulder just that morning, steady and warm.
“You're braver than you think.”
He wasn’t.
He passed a trail of bloody footprints, one of them smeared sideways like someone had been dragged. He kept walking.
His chest felt too tight. Like he couldn’t get enough air.
And then he saw the door to the bathroom.
It was cracked open, light spilling out in a narrow beam across the floor.
Dae-ho reached for the handle and slipped inside.
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead. The sinks were cracked, one or two running with a slow, steady drip. The mirrors were smeared with grime and handprints, most of them too low to belong to anyone still standing.
He just wanted to sit. To breathe. To be invisible, even if only for a minute.
But when he stepped around the corner, toward the back sinks, he froze.
There was someone already there.
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What if Dae-ho wasn't totally alone after the riot?
(im so sorry if someone already did this)Bookmarked by basicallyalunginadrawer
03 Aug 2025