#i always love talking about writing but always feel like i'm just jamming my thumb up in my ass whenever I do

[organchordsandlightning]

for the ask game... 9??

from the fanfic writer ask game

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

it's funny, I was trying to think of what constituted 'favorites' and I thought of two different categories.

There's technical aspects I'm fond of: I try to include a lot of humor in my writing, and what I like best in the whole wide blue world is to make something funny while being a little bit sad. (from Catacomb Killer, Disco Elysium: here, Harry is in a half-dream, half-memory with his ex-fiance, Dora, while chasing down a potential child serial killer. A big point of this scene is that Dream!Dora does not want to be forgotten, only because Real Life Harry does not want to forget her. Ultimately, he chooses in this scene to leave his dream ex-fiance and rejoin his new partner, with the understanding that he won't ever forget Dora, not really.)

YOU – “Well, knowing me… I’ll drop by your metaphorical grave and bring flowers, from time to time. I’m not perfect.” DORA INGERLUND – “That’s fine. Sweet of you, even. Do you know what a memory’s favorite flowers are?” LOGIC [Hard: Failure] – You do not. DORA INGERLUND – She grins. “Forget-me-nots.”

(from i'm afraid to come home in the dark, MASH, WIP: post-suicide attempt, Captain Hawkeye Pierce is kept in a psychiatric institution [with all the fantastic, forward thinking care you can expect from the 1950s state hospitals]. Hawkeye Pierce is a surgeon and a terrible patient, with a penchant for cracking wise when he really shouldn't and insisting that he is absolutely fine.

this passage I'm particularly fond of because (a) it highlights Hawkeye's repetition when he gets stressed and the tape player in his mind starts to bunch up ['you know'], (b) Hawkeye gets to use a medical term *and* get a dig at the Army, and (c) in what other scenario do I get to make a medical-foot-tapping-pulse-rate pun?

“Do you gotta count how many times I tap my foot?” Hawkeye asked quizzically. The doc had been quiet for the better part of five minutes. This conversation was going long, as visits went. “Because you know, I gotta keep track of that sort of thing. For pulse, you know. You count for fifteen seconds and multiply by four to get their heart rate. It’s a beautiful marvel of efficiency. I wonder who invented it. Probably the Army.” If there was anything he really hated about this place, it was that it made him feel crazy. What doctor didn’t talk when they were spoken to? This man, with his stuffy hair and glasses, was barely looking up from his paperwork. “Am I looking low, doc? High? A little tappy-cardia on this fine evening? You know,” he said, tilting back in his chair.

secondly, looking back on things, I'm always really fond of scenes that are just particularly vivid in my head. Whether it's something I've planned the whole scene around or just popped up as I was writing, I'm always able to exactly remember how I intend the scene to look/feel.

(from third time's the charm, Malevolent, WIP: Arthur and Parker are in hospital, Arthur is on his very first detective case. For Undisclosed Plot Reasons, Parker has told Arthur to go home, misguidedly thinking that things have gotten too intense for him and he doesn't want to put Arthur in any more danger. Arthur disagrees.)

Parker’s lips twisted again. He reached up to press a few strands of his hair back into place. Almost immediately, they fell forward across his forehead. His eyes studied Arthur, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that Parker could see straight through his body to his stuttering heart. “Something happened to you, Mr. Lester,” Parker said. To his stuttering heart, indeed.  Parker gave a turn on his heel, continued his walk down the hallway. His words echoed. “Something bad.”

#ty for sending an ask! #i always love talking about writing but always feel like i'm just jamming my thumb up in my ass whenever I do #not to get too Soft on main but telling stories is probably the thing i'm most passionate about in life so there you go

[random-writer-person]

Pumpkin

Sirius Black x Reader Smut

Word count: 2776 Warnings: smut, losing virginity, unprotected sex. Song is pumpkin by The Regrettes see above

your name is y/n l/n and you are kind of famous in the muggle world. you and your band The Regrettes that is. when you started at Hogwarts you didn't really have any friends besides Lily Evans so most of your time was spent writing songs and doing your homework. during winter and summer break you and your band would publish the songs. you don't really ever go on tours because of school but when you get out of school you are planning to. also in school, most people don't know about your music career except for the muggle-borns. to say when your band got famous you became popular in school would be an understatement. you could not go a day without someone asking for your autograph.

anyway right now you are sitting at the lunch table with Lily, a few people have come and you gave them an autograph and they left. You're happy that you have Lily because she's the only person that makes you feel normal. Besides your crush Sirius. the marauders came just so James could bug Lily you kept your head down and stayed quiet and ate. you had a huge crush on Sirius so you're really shy when he's around. you heard a cough from beside you and you looked up it was dumbledore.

"Oh hi professor," you said looking up at him.

"Hello ms. l/n do you have a second to talk" you nodded and followed him just to the hallway.

"What did you wanna speak about professor," you said playing with your thumbs nervously while looking at him.

"I am quite a fan of your music ms. l/n I was wondering if you could play at the yule ball" you smiled and nodded.

"I would be honoured" he dismissed you and you ran to Lily.

"What did he want," she asked smiling at how happy you looked.

"HE WANTS ME TO PLAY AT THE BALL," you said while jumping up and down she stood up and jumped with you.

"you could use this as your chance to confess to" you yelled and noded to behind her she turned around and smiled and turned back to you "oops that was close" you nodded you both sat down at the table again and the marauders were looking at you weirdly except Remus cause he's not a pureblood. they don't know about your band.

"why would he ask you to play at the ball?" James asked before you could answer Lily did for you.

"because she is famous of course" you blushed hard at the word famous you don't really like being called famous.

"wait what she's famous your famous" Sirius looked really shocked.

"I wouldn't say I'm famous but I have some fans," you said playing with the little bit of food you have left on your plate. Remus laughed and you look back up at him

"I've been to your concert even before I knew you it's really hard to get a ticket so i'd says you have a little more than a few fans" you looked at him and chuckled right as you were about to say something a first year came running up to you.

"um hey y/n I was wondering if I could have your autograph" you nodded and he handed you paper and a pen you signed your name and put a heart around it, he thanked you ran to his friends and they were all so excited.

"see famous" Remus said you blushed again and chuckled.

"while now that I know you're a fan I could always give you free tickets you can even meet the band" he smiled big while I chuckled.

"you would do that I have a huge crush on Brooke" you chuckle again.

"Yeah, I'd totally do that. by the way your totally Brooke's type she has a thing for book nerds," you say smiling it looks like he's having a heart attack and lays on James' eyes closed sighing contently

"y/n my love you are my new favourite person" everyone else there looked offended and you were laughing your ass off

"oh, Remus you're my favourite too besides lily" lily smiles and looks like she's about to say something.

"that's not true you like-" she says trying to tell Sirius about my crush

"SHUT UP Lily NO," you say turning into a tomato shes laughs her ass off and falls onto James and he turns red smiling that she's laying on him. I glance at Sirius who is beside me and he looks like he's thinking. he puts his arm around your shoulders and looks at you. you look straight ahead at lily looking like you were about to explode with how red you are.

"oh come on y/n you can tell us who you have a crush on," he says in a seductive voice and you stand abruptly.

"come on lily we have to go pick my setlist" you grab her wrist running out her laughing really hard once you are out of the great hall you stop and try to calm down your breathing.

you turn around and walk back into the great hall and grab Remus.

"you know my music I need your help too" and drag him out you look at Sirius over your shoulder and he looked kind of sad but you ignored it and keep walking.

****time skip****

you three just got to your dorm you sat down.

"Remus, Lily I need your advice" they look at you Remus confused and lily happy she sits on the floor and you take out your guitar, "I wrote a song for someone and I need to know if its good"

"why me," Remus says you were about to say something then Lily butt in

"1 you like her music 2 your friends with Sirius and it's about him" you blush hard while strumming not playing the song yet.

"That's great let's hear it" you smile and start playing pumpkin. when you finish they all clap.

"that's amazing y/n Sirius is gonna love it" you blush and thank him

****time skip to the ball because I'm lazy****

the ball has been going on for about 10 minutes and you have been waiting nervously to be called up.

"can we welcome y/n l/n to the stage" you climb up with your guitar and you look at everyone clapping for you and you see Sirius clapping and he winks you blush and start talking.

"um this is a new song that I wrote for a special someone and I haven't produced it yet so you guys are going to be the first to hear it I hope you enjoy my song, pumpkin" the song starts and the whole time your staring at Sirius and he's looking back. the whole time you're hoping that he understands what your saying and feels the same. when the song ends you can see Sirius clapping but even if you didn't see him you could hear him whooping for you over everyone else in the hall.

as you walk down the stage blushing people keep coming up to you telling you how great the song was you thank them and excuse yourself to find Sirius when you got to where he was all you saw was Remus and Lily they are smiling wide.

"he told us to tell you to meet him in the courtyard he wants to talk," they say excitedly you smile and nod.

"wish me luck" and you kiss them both on the cheek and run out and see him standing there while it snows and he looks amazing. you smile and keep walking.

"you wanted to talk?" you say blushing and feeling nervous.

"yeah uh... I don't know how to say this... ok I'm just gonna ask... was that song about me" he says blushing and while you are working up the courage to say yes he interrupts you.

"cause I feel the same way I kind of think I love you I mean I've never felt this way about anyone I find it hard to be around you without kissing you and all I can think about all the time is you and how beautiful you are and your hair and you eyes and your lips oh your lips I'm rambling arent I I'm sorry shut up Sirius... was it about me?" he asks looking down not able to see the smile covering your whole face you grab his cheeks so he's looking at you.

"It is about you," you say and lean in closing your eyes he does the same and your lips meet in an electric kiss. you can feel it all throughout your body. your arms go around his neck. his hands go to your waist and his tong swipes your lip and you give him access and behind you, you hear cheers and whooping. it was Lily, Remus, James, and Peter. you blush and hide your face in his chest while he chuckles. you smirk and turn around. Sirius arms around your waist and chin on your head.

"remember the deal lily" you smile "second-year I admit my feelings you admit yours" she huffs.

"damn it I thought you forgot about that" she smiles like she had an idea she turns to James pecks his lips then runs. he looks at the way lily ran to and then to you.

"y/n I thank you I could kiss you but I won't because those are all for my flower," he says face as red as a tomato.

"better not she's mine" you smile really wide and turn back towards Sirius.

"all yours... finally" you kiss again

Sirius walked you back to your dorm and gave you a long kiss.

"I'm so happy I can finally do that," he said smiling giving you another peck and began walking away.

"wait Sirius" he stops in his tracks and turns around and raises an eyebrow.

"yes, my love," he says walking back towards me.

"don't you wanna come inside," you say. his eyes widened and he nodded aggressively you chuckle and pull him inside and he closes the door behind him. when he turned around you were sitting on the bed as he approached you, he gently pushed you onto your back and got on top of you.

"wait um before we start I think you should know I'm a virgin," you said avoiding eye contact you knew he wasn't a virgin that hurt a little but you didn't care because now you got to be with him. also at least one of us knows what they're doing. he grabbed your chin gently between his fingers and moving your face to look at him.

"if you still want to do this i'll go slow and be gentle" you nod and smile he smiles back he kisses you soft but passionate at first quickly it starts getting rougher and rougher he starts leaving open-mouthed kisses down your jaw when he reached your ear he whispered.

"I wanna make you feel good baby" you feel the heat flood to your panties and you whimpered.

"Please," you said in a whisper. you pulled his head back up and you kiss him. with a sudden burst of confidence you flip him on his back and start grinding on him moaning when you feel his hard-on.

"baby please do something" he begged. you smile and start moving down slowly and teasingly unzipping his pants. "come on y/n please" you chuckle and go faster removing his pants and his boxers. when his member sprung out you couldn't help but stare at how big it is. you expected him to be big just not this big.

"y/n touch me please" you nod nervously and go closer to it and grasp your hand on it and he groaned. you pull your hand away.

"did I squeeze too hard," you said scared that you hurt him.

"no-no that was good so good," he said. you get more confidence from this and you grab it again he groans again but now you know it's from pleasure. you go close to it and blow out a breath to calm your nerves and he moans from it. you lick a little strip from the bottom to the top and suck on the tip slightly. hearing Sirius's moans and groans push you to keep going you then take all of him in your mouth sucking and humming you heard that the vibrations make it feel better. sirius's hand goes to the back of your head pushing it down slightly.

"stop y/n stop," he says you pull your head up scared that you did it wrong and it didn't feel good.

"did it not feel good. did I do it wrong?" you say furrowing your brows sadly.

"no doll you did great that's the best one I've ever had but if I finish we cant go further do you still wanna go further?" he asks rubbing your cheek you blush at the compliment and smile slightly.

"um... I'm still kind of scared but i... would you... um... eat me out" you say blushing intensely. he chuckles and kisses your cheek.

"lay back love ill make you feel good" you lay down trying to hide your face a little while still watching him "don't hide your pretty little blushing face," he said grabbing your chin gently again. you look at him as he pulls off your dress so you're just in your underwear. you take off your bra and he takes off your panties. you sit up for a second he gives you a questioning look you pull at the hem of his shirt he smiles and pulls it off. you lay back down he spreads your legs and gets in between them.

"oh, my pretty little girl all mine" then he starts slow licking a strip up then kissing your clit. You're already a moaning mess underneath him.

"more please faster" you say between moans you feel his smirk as he starts speeding up. You can't help as your moaning really loud hopefully no one could hear you. You could feel something building up inside you and you assumed you were about to cum.

"Sirius I'm gonna cum" somehow he starts going even faster and you cum hard and scream his name. He licks it all up and then sits up looking at you as you come down from your high.

"Do you wanna keep going or do you wanna stop now?" He says rubbing your face gently.

"I wanna keep going just give me a second," you say out of breath. He chuckled and laid beside you pulling you into him.

A minute or so later you sit up a little and look at Sirius you smile a little and peck his cheek.

"I'm ready" he nods kisses you hard and starts peppering your face with kisses.

"I'm gonna need to stretch you out first with my fingers" he say "it might hurt a bit" he said while laying you back and spreading your legs again he kisses your knee down to your part, then he sticks one finger in you moving it slowly in and out and bending it. When you nod he adds another and this repeats until you have three fingers in you. You look up at him and move his hand.

"I'm ready just go slow" he smiles and nods. He lines himself up and as he's starting to stick it in he kisses you hard to district you from the pain, it worked all you could feel was an uncomfortable pressure. After a while the feeling went away so you ground your hips and he started moving slowly in and out of you. The little bit of pain left went away and it was replaced with pleasure.

"Faster please harder" you moaned Sirius started going faster and harder while moaning and groaning with you. This is the most pleasure you have ever felt. Soon you could feel the knot in your stomach again.

"I'm gonna cum Sirius-" you were gonna keep talking but a loud moan ripped through your throat you came hard not long after Sirius came to with a loud grunt and you name. After that Sirius went and got a cloth and cleaned you up, then he got in bed next to you and you fell asleep in his arms happy that you could finally be with the man you love.

This was really long I got carried away anyway hope you enjoyed it, Hope you have a great day-night whatever.

#sirius black #sirius x you #marauders era #smut #fluff #romace #pumpkin #singer #performer #pop

[crown-anon]

@hearts1ck my beloved

November 1st

CW: explicit; more CWs under the cut

format: one-shot

people: GeorgeNotFound

pronouns: he/him; reader has male anatomy; more specifics under the cut

edited 14 March 2021

anonymous asked

consider. okay. CONSIDER. consider masochist george. okay?? okay. okay LISTEN.

I think I have a problem with gimmicks also. because. because. ever since strawberry milk george, I. I have not stopped thinking about strawberry flavored lube. because! listen okay hear me out.

(this is absolutely 110% a response to discovering that you share a birthday with him. what of it?)

I know everyone likes pillow princess george and. that's okay. that's FINE. these are not mutually exclusive.

george looking up at you with The LookTM wearing some pink strawberry milk lingerie. not even lingerie really! just something cute like that

& him being like. "I know you love me 👉👈 but I need you to fuck me like you don't"

so I was. thinking. that brat george is the exact kind of person to say (playfully & consensually) "but I don't wanna give you head, I just wanna fuck >:(" after you've got him worked up, maybe from teasing him throughout the day, or edging him a little. but you still need some type of lube. so you go to apply the first bottle you see and he's pink when he asks you "😳 is that ... strawberry ... ?" and you're confused like ??? bro you just asked me to fuck you into next week why're you interested in the flavored lube

but. but listen. he would get so enthusiastic about it. at first it's just "maybe I can stand to eat them out just a little bit before ..." and then after you come the first time it devolves really, really quickly into the need to just. take care of you. and it stretches on until you've come three or four times, and you're still shaking, and he's just. completely gone in subspace

hmm ... george climbing up onto your lap when he's done with you, going in to give you a kiss, and he tastes like strawberry. and he ends up moaning right into your mouth because he's been so horny but so? understimulated?? that he outright jumps as soon as his dick grazes your thigh. it would only take a couple stuttery grinds before he's finishing on both of your stomachs

and he's just so cute when comes, or when he bites down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet. and it's your birthdays. so, you decide you'll give him a reason to cry. and he'll finally get put in his place! it's a win-win for both of you!!

istg every time I send you an ask I discover something new about myself. you. you have made a dreamteam simp out of me. I am but a shell of the man I once was. I think I should thank you? [👑]

hearts1ck

i say this nearly every time you send stuff in but...... by god you own my soul. all of it. this – i – first of all, the implications of masochist george losing his fucking mind when you’re rough with him? guhhhfjklgjgf. and ,..d,,f,,, ,, ,, george in pink lingerie. i. i . a... pink satin slip maybe or .... ohghfd; oh my god those. that cat panty/bra set. im ascending im losing my brain as i type this i cannot –

okay im back on earth. he’d get into that rhythm and settle like liquid while he gets to work on you, and his subspace face is so self-satisfied and nearly smug so he’s just having the time of his life,,, and he makes such a loud noise when his dick twitches against your thigh and maybe... JUST MAYBE he whimpers extra watery when you drag his hips to grind against where you’re wet and dripping/your spent cock as if he’s the one who’d get overstimulated by it. when he finally leans away, eyelids heavy, you gently fit your hand over his jaw and ask, “did you even ask? it’s one thing to come without permission, but not even caring to ask? georgie, i might just be offended,” and he whines “green”s against your neck before you even check-in

and because u made it abt both of our birthdays ,,,, spanks for each year we’ve been alive methinks ??? and then the scratch down his ass gets him hard again and he’s so embarrassed by it, ,,, , ,, ,, ,, ,, ,

also thank god you’ve joined the george boat. i’m so proud of myself for hopefully being part of the reason you got dragged over here HJFKDHSKD

#👑 anon #(my beloved) #keep #anon thoughts: george #redsick #SHAWTY WANT THE WHOLE CREW SHAWTY BAD

as soon as you said birthday spanks I decided I had to write more about this. and I was going to leave more snippets in your askbox like the fucking gremlin creature I am, but then my thoughts started. actually having structure? and then I started writing it. and I tried to do homework and write on study breaks only but. I just kept coming back to this. this is the polar opposite of writer's block. I think I'm cursed or something. so here I am rushing to finish this so that I may rest in peace!!

yes I've been writing nonstop since I sent you that ask. what of it. what the fuck of it.

when I said I discover something new about myself every time we interact, I. I'm serious. I think I might be insane or something. I'm way too sadistic. you'll see. what the fuck is this? what the fuck did I just write??

this would have done so much critical psychic damage if I had posted it on November 1st in real life, but mental illness says I can't let my horny thoughts rattle around in my brain for that long. so!! it's you guys's problem now xoxoxo

I'm not fucking proofreading this. love you though 💗

I did end up proofreading actually. oops! looks like posting at 23:00 isn't always a good idea.

November 1st

CW: explicit, anal (kind of vague), bondage (collar + leash), corruption, domspace (I think??), edging, handjob, humiliation, masochism, oral, praise, sadism, spanking, subspace, swearing. I call George a whore and a slut at least once. and also, George calls yellow at one point. this one kind of surprised me so just. Be Careful. I cannot believe I wrote this. I don't know where this came from.

format: one-shot

people: GeorgeNotFound

pronouns: he/him; I use the word "sir;" reader has male anatomy; I use the words "cock," "dick," and "head;" reader can ejaculate

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dawn shines through drawn curtains, illuminating the tile floor and your robed figure reflecting off it. batter sizzles in the skillet as you flip the last pancake over. this side looks golden brown, like honeycomb or caramelized sugar. that delicious, freshly-baked fragrance mingles with scented candles. it's perfect, you smile. he's going to love it.

you lift the pancake with a spatula, stacking it on top of the others on his plate. you bring it to his seat at the table, along with the butter, the syrup, the honey, the jam…and you go to pour him a drink.

"hey baby," you greet warmly to the sleepyhead rubbing his eyes in the entryway, still clinging to a pillow. his hair's a mess, only wearing socks and a sweatshirt that reaches down past his thighs. you reckon he'd only just crawled out of bed.

"morning…" he yawns, stumbling past you to take his seat.

"milk?" you ask, he only nods. "did you sleep okay?"

he hums affirmatively. "I…can we…"

one track mind, you joke inwardly. but you don't blame him. "of course," you open the fridge.

you hear him pause. "…is it too early for that?"

"no, no!" you give him a lighthearted laugh. "I kind of expected it, to be honest…I want it, too."

he's silent under the noise of you rummaging through the fridge. "I—"

"sorry—it looks like all we have is strawberry milk. is that alright?"

"yeah…yeah, that's alright. I…actually…wanted to try something new." you shut the fridge, he's fidgeting in his seat.

"hit me with it," your expression is gentle. you pass his cup off to him, but he holds his hand over yours a little too long, looking up at you.

"fuck me like you hate me."

you don't know if it's hearing him swear, or the way he said it so calmly, or how he closed his eyes and swallowed hard before his tone could dip down into something lower. but like a match in an torrent of gasoline, suddenly you're burning up.

you only realize you're staring when he bites his lip and looks down. you start to say something, but the words don't form.

he laughs nonthreateningly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "is that a yes?"

you laugh with him. "I…yes, absolutely yes." you turn back around to make your own stack of pancakes. "you should eat first, though."

"what?" he teases. "will I need the energy?"

you smile. "yeah. I think you will." you can practically feel him open his mouth in protest, but he stays silent after that.

and it stays mostly silent while you cook your pancakes. you hear the clinking of his fork on his plate, but it isn't very disruptive. it sounds like he's hurrying to finish his food.

when you go back to the table with your own platter, he's already done eating. he's red down to his neck, fidgeting with the hem of his sweatshirt, looking at you expectantly. you spot a pair of tassels peeking out from under it, just below his hip bones. is that…

he pulls the hem up just a bit, holding your gaze. he smiles, apparently satisfied watching your face heat up.

"I—you should go…go get ready," you manage. he gets up before you even finish your sentence, only stopping to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

except it isn't quick, when he slides his hand down to rest firmly on your collar, and leans in to trail kisses down your neck. "a-and leave that on," you stutter.

he pauses, just under your jaw. "leave what on?" he murmurs.

your breath catches, you shut your eyes. "whatever the fuck it is you're wearing under there."

he's hardly grazing your skin, but you can feel how hot he is next to you. it takes all of your willpower not to shiver.

he pulls back quickly, only his hand lingering. "I don't know what you're talking about." and just like that, he disappears into your bedroom.

you reach up a hand tentatively to your collar, hot to the touch. I'm in way too deep, you decide, and force yourself to take a bite of your food despite your nerves.

—

"that," you hiss. "that fucking outfit. that."

"oh, this?" he bites his lip, hooking his thumb in the keyhole. "this's just what I went to bed in last night."

"fuck you. we both know that isn't true."

he tugs gently on his top, pulling it a little to the side. "what's the big deal? can't I wear something special for my birthday?"

"it's special, all right," and you leave it at that, opting instead to slot between his legs where he sits waiting on the edge of the bed. you bring up a hand to cup his jaw, brushing your thumb across his cheek. you'll never get enough of the way he looks at you, like you're intoxicating.

…? you frown.

"is something…missing?" he perks up instantly at "missing."

"what…?" he chooses his words carefully.

"the collar—your collar. where is it?" you turn away to start going through your bedside table, but the way his lips quirk up into a sly smile isn't lost on you.

that's lube…that's a vibrator…where the fuck is it…? "w-what collar?" he stumbles over his words.

your mind jumps to say, the collar that came with that outfit, or I know you know what I'm talking about, but you won't give him the satisfaction. you decide to speak a little darker, only a firm "George." you hear him swallow.

"w-well," his voice is shaky, "you only told me to leave on whatever I was wearing under my shirt. and…I wasn't wearing that collar at breakfast…s-so technically…"

you stop looking immediately. you turn to take him in, legs crossed, stance confident, but expression showing uncertainty. you can see the regret on his face. "get up." he takes a shallow breath. "get up."

"I'm—"

"don't I'm sorry me," you snap. "you look for your fucking collar on your own."

he slips off the bed, looking ashamed, but starts digging through the drawer all the same. "I really am sorry," he murmurs. you take his place sitting on the bed. he finds what he's looking for rather quickly: a simple white leather collar with a bell, and a leash. he hands them off to you shyly. "um, here…"

"good boy," you praise. "kneel."

he shuts his eyes and does as he's told. you can see the bliss wash over his face just at being ordered around. his lips part a little as he lets out a heavy breath. if only I knew what this would do to him, you muse, I'd have done this ages ago.

you fasten the collar, revelling in how he shivers at the gentle sensation of cold leather hanging around his neck. you leave it a little bit loose, but still comfortable, and hook the leash in its place. he sits obediently still on his knees, looking deep in thought.

"Oh, I know what I'm gonna do to you," you bait. "how old are you today?"

"mmm. twenty-five." he looks down.

you smile, holding tight onto the leash. "I'm gonna edge you. twenty-five times."

he flinches away immediately, yet hums in pleasant surprise when the leash snaps taught. the bell jingles stiffly. "no way. that's way too much."

"I think you should've thought about that before you wore that to breakfast," you decide, tugging a little. he's caught off-guard and stumbles forward, stopping himself by leaving a clumsy pair of kisses on the inside of your thigh. the metal and leather feel refreshingly cool against your feverish skin. "we've got all day, baby."

you expect to hear some kind of protest, you're crazy. or a playful taunt, I'm better off doing this by myself. but he knits his brows and openly moans at the thought. "all day…" he repeats.

he looks up at you, almost pleading, and you can hear the resignation in his voice when he whispers "alright."

"get up here," you command. "on top of me." as he climbs up into your lap, a little too eagerly, you add, "and take your dick out."

you shrug your robe off your shoulders while he's working on his panties, and without thinking, you ask, "color?"

he stops, leaving his head poking cutely over the waistband. he looks up at you again. "…what?"

"um…color," you explain. "like, how are you doing? is this okay? I don't actually want to hurt you. uhhh…green means good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop."

he stifles a laugh. "you're such a nerd. I'm okay."

"alright." you blush a little. "we can stop whenever you need to. this is for you…" you think of something horribly unsexy to say. "…birthday boy."

now he's really laughing, with his whole body. you think the way it makes his collar jingle is cute. "oh my god. shut up. just shut up," his expression turns serious, and he drops to a whisper, "and fuck me."

that got you hot again. you pull him by the leash into a kiss, you bite his lip, you eat him up. and you grab the both of you together with your other hand, you moan in tandem. you can feel how you took him by surprise in the way he twitches under your thumb, the way he leans into you with his whole body. you part from the kiss and he leans back on his heels, panting hard, holding on to your shoulders for support. you can feel him shaking a little.

when you move your hand all the way up the first time, you squeeze both of your heads gently, and he practically falls into you. muffled in the crook of your neck, he begs, "god, do that again."

so you do. again. and again. what was a string of stuttered breaths turns into a single broken moan as you jerk the both of you off. when you think you're getting close, you let go of yourself to focus all your attention on him.

"fuck, sir," he whines—hahaha, that sir made your cock leak a little. he shut his eyes tight. "I-I-I think—I think I'm—"

just like that, you stop, and he goes slack, practically laying on you. but he doesn't grind back, or even move to touch himself. that won't last very long.

you let him come back down, knowing edging takes a lot out of you; maybe even more so than actually coming does. slowly but surely, his breathing steadies. you rub between his shoulderblades affectionately, still trying to ground yourself, too.

once you've found your voice again, you question, "are you gonna count for me?"

he makes a sound against your skin, somewhere between excitement and fear. "…o-one." you revel in how fucked-out he sounds already.

"one what?" you prod.

he seems at a loss, like he's forgotten himself, what he said. after a minute or two of pondering, he catches on. "…sir."

it's your turn to moan. your dick jumps at the honorific, still mostly untouched against your stomach. "good boy." and you dive back in. twenty-four to go.

—

it's noon. you're working on nineteen. and your partner's getting much more…expressive. he's started biting his hand to keep himself quiet, but he's still…

"I-I—oh fuck, I'm—fuck, I-I'm—I'm—" he whimpers through his teeth. and he yelps, whole body shaking, bell jingling incessantly, when he comes all over your hand and stomach.

you take your hand off him immediately, and this time he does try to reach down, ride through it, but you grab both his wrists to stop him. he grinds down uselessly against your thigh and your dick. although you're still hard, and only a hairline trigger away from coming yourself, it doesn't stop you from keeping this brat in line. you only bite your lip and close your eyes.

he leans his forehead against yours, moving in to give you a kiss, but you push him away.

"did you never learn how to fucking count?" you growl.

he winces. "I-I-I-I'm…I'm sorry—"

you scowl at your hand, covered in come. "here, slut," you raise it up to his lips. "clean this off for me."

he tears up a little, but takes your fingers into his mouth all the same. pretty quickly, though, he spits them back out.

"it doesn't taste good…" he complains.

"oh? oh, it doesn't?" you mock. "but it felt good, when you came without my permission, like a cheap fucking whore."

a couple of tears spill over, roll down his cheeks, yet he says nothing, only moving back in to lap his come off your hand. you can see it in his expression that he's not very happy about it, but he doesn't protest further.

"is this good enough, sir?" he asks, when it seems that he's gotten it all. it looks clean enough, you agree. you grab him by the chin, hooking your thumb in his mouth. you don't even have to tell him to suck.

"you come without my approval again, and it's over. you can go back to playing minecraft—or what-the-fuck-ever—with your friends for your birthday. do you want to sleep on the couch, Georgie?"

if he wasn't crying before, he's definitely crying now. he doesn't shake his head, but he circles your fingertip with his tongue enthusiastically, as if to say, I'll be good, I'll be good this time, looking up at you doe-eyed.

"bend over for me," you demand. "across my lap."

he does so immediately. he slips a little bit while he's changing positions, you hear the bell ring, and he scrambles to correct himself. he settles with his ankles crossed and his head in his hands, propping himself up on his elbows. you feel a little bad, you admit, but you won't budge; he has a safeword, you trust that he'll use it.

"let's try that again," your tone softens. "I want you to count for me, okay?"

he nods.

you pull his panties to the side, pause briefly, and bring down your hand with a satisfying smack.

"ohhhhhh—" he moans, jolting a little. "—holy shit, did you just spank me?"

your stomach drops, you go to rub him gently where you just hit him. "is that okay—?"

"it's hot, it's so hot, fuck," he shifts in your lap. "um, sorry…one."

seriously, something about hearing him swear awakens something in you, every time. you're fired up. you spank him again.

"mmm—two…" is he…? "three…"

you pause to massage his ass again, and to speak. "you're…you're hard again, aren't you?"

you didn't even spank him yet, but he lets out a moan. "fuck, I—I just. I want you. I want this. so, so much."

you wonder if this is actually the same George who was fidgeting with his pillow in the dining room this morning.

"you're so bad, getting turned on by something like this," you tease. he only moans in response.

"four—five—six—seven…" he chokes out. "it's starting to sting…"

you take a break, kneading the skin where your angry red handprint is starting to take shape.

"eight…nine…but god, it hurts so good…" he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "ten…"

at ten, you linger for a moment, holding a handful of his ass. "does it?"

"yes—yesyesyes," he buries his face in the pillow, and shivers. "fuck, eleven…twelve…"

you pull his panties down to his knees, and switch sides. he lifts his hips up, so I can reach him better, you guess. you don't miss the telltale glint of a butt plug, but you'll get to that later.

"thirteen—fourteen—fifteen—sixteen," he moans between slaps. he's gripping the pillowcase so hard his knuckles are white.

in this new position, the way he jumps with every hit makes his cock brush against yours just right. fuck, you're still hard from earlier. this time you're the one who whimpers.

"seventeen, eighteen," he pauses, breathless. you pull gently on his leash, he arches his back and moans, "n-nineteen." his bell jingles.

he grinds down, just for a moment, and the friction is delicious. you're a little dizzy, you think you might've thrust back. you both sigh at the feeling.

"…t-twenty…see? I-I can count…I'm a good boy…I'm good for you…aren't I?"

"you are," you murmur, but you aren't sure he hears you. "you're so good…"

"twenty-one—twenty-two…I-I feel like I haven't done anything right today…twenty-three…"

"…George…?" you hear a muffled sob.

"twenty-four…" he mumbles.

"George?" you start to get concerned. he just keeps crying. "hey…" you whisper. you gently prompt him to turn him over; the pillow's a little wet. you pull the panties off all the way, and get him out of the bra, which had a little stray come on it. you help him sit up in your lap, and pull him into a hug.

"am I really just a whore…?" he asks brokenly.

"you've been so good for me, baby. you've done everything I've asked." you wipe his tears away with your thumb. "are you okay?"

"but I—" he coughs. "—I came too soon, I came without your permission…"

you kiss his hair, and hold him to your chest. "you've been so patient. I'm proud of you."

he finally wraps his arms around you. "I-I'm sorry."

"nonsense," you reassure. "your comfort takes priority. are you okay? color?"

"I…" he searches for the words. "I dunno. yellow? I…that hurt, I think. being…degraded?"

you comb through his hair with your fingers. "I understand. thank you for telling me. I love you."

—

you stay like that for a minute. you grab him a snack and a drink, but for the most part, you just enjoy each other's company, tangled-up together. you don't bother putting your clothes back on.

it's later in the evening. you're straddling him, peppering his shoulders with kisses, and he's giggling underneath you. he turns over to give you a short and sweet kiss.

"baby?" he says, looking expectantly.

"what is it?" you sit back on your heels.

he hesitates. "…I wanna keep going. from earlier."

you're serious again. "are you sure you're okay?" you grab his hand, bringing it up to kiss his fingertips. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm alright," he assures. "I remember you promising me an all-day thing, though."

you blush, a little surprised by his forwardness. "of course. I think…I…" you laugh. "I wanna fuck you."

"yeah?" he smiles, leaning up close. "show me how much."

you hold his jaw while you kiss him, biting his bottom lip between your teeth. he tastes like the coffee and cream you made him earlier. you feel his breath hitch. he reaches up to hold your shoulders.

you pull back. "hey, blow me first."

"what? why?" he giggled.

"it's been a couple hours, I'm not hard anymore," you coax. "I thought you liked taking orders?"

he cringed. "but come tastes gross!"

you slid off him and hopped off the bed, opening the drawer. "suit yourself. you get to watch me jack off, then."

"fine by me, I think you look good when you masturbate."

"ohhh, I forget, you're too blissed-out to pay attention to how I look when you're getting fucking owned."

"I am not!"

"you are too!" he sticks his tongue out at you.

you open the lid, pouring a little on your hand, a little on your cock. it's translucent pink, seems a little fragrant. you give yourself a couple of strokes with a sigh.

he's quiet for a second, then, shyly, "um…is that…strawberry flavored…?"

you bite your lip. "I thought you weren't gonna give me head?"

"I was just curious." it's a weak lie, but you say nothing.

your eyes are shut, but you can feel him moving around a bit on the bed, you hear his bell ring a couple times. you feel a hand on your thigh, so you decide to peek. and holy shit.

your partner's made his way to the floor, on his knees between your legs, holding his leash in his mouth, his fucking mouth, what the fuck. his thumb's rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh. the half-lidded look he's giving you should be criminal.

"you—I thought you said you wouldn't…" you can't find the words. you reach out and take the leash from his mouth. you see your hand shake in front of you.

"I'm just watching…" he whispers, looking up at you, mesmerized.

you're only able to get a couple of pumps in before he's joining you, hand over yours as you get yourself off. just the extra sensation of somebody else's touch is enough to make you bite back a moan.

"fuck—!" you jolt when he licks a stripe up the underside. he mouths over the head, jerking you off on his own now. you move to grip the sheets in one hand, his leash in the other. and you come without warning. you see it end up on his hand and your stomach before you shut your eyes tight.

he's quiet while you're coming down, just helping you ride it out, giving you kisses on your thighs. when you look back down at him, he's got two of his fingertips in his mouth, licking them clean. he stands up abruptly, it startles you a little. you see his bell ring. and he grabs you by the hips and leans down to your midriff.

"…I don't think I cleaned you off all the way earlier…" he breathes, and he starts to lap up the mess of his and your come that's been on you since this afternoon.

what the fuck. why is this so hot? why is he so hot? all too soon, your spent cock twitches in interest at your lover. he cups it with a hand, smiling against your tummy. you're so sensitive it hurts. you think you mean to say something, but nothing comes out.

"hmm…?" he bites his lip. "you still want some more?" all you can do is whine. at this point, you don't know if it's in protest or invitation.

you don't get the chance to find out either, because fuck, he's really going down on you now. you don't know what the fuck he's doing with his tongue, or where his gag reflex went, but at this rate you're gonna come again.

"George—George, baby, I—slow down, I-I'm—" you plead. his leash slips out of your hand, you tip your head back.

he swallows.

—

the last thing you remember is coming harder than you ever have in your life. you think you held him by his hair. you might've fucked his mouth a little. he's never let you come in his mouth before…fuck…

it's nighttime now. he's riding your thigh, got one of his legs slotted between yours. the friction between his knee and your overstimulated cock feels embarrassingly good. you're so dizzy, all you can articulate is a loud moan. you don't sound at all like you remember. his bell keeps ringing and ringing and ringing as he grinds against you.

he leans down, one arm holding your hip, the other keeping himself propped up. he bites your shoulder, hard, hard enough to bruise. he comes on both of your stomachs.

"George," you beg. you're losing your voice.

"mmmmmmsir," he slurs. "fuck me."

"George, I…" you don't know what you're saying. the end of your sentence turns into a whimper.

"you need me to get you hard again? you need me to rile you up?" he turns to kiss your jaw, feeling around for your dick. "like this?"

"George," you sound urgent, until he squeezes right around the head, and you forget what you were saying. you're pretty fucking close to forgetting who you are entirely.

he sits up on top of you, grinning. "love the way you say my name, sir."

that name. all it takes is the way he says that fucking name and you're ready to go again. you flip the two of you over, so that you're towering over him instead. "you still didn't. fucking. ask me. if you could come."

he giggles, a little crazed. he hooks his arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest.. "so what? so what? you gonna fuck me 'till I behave?"

"yes," you reach down, "I think I will." and you pull out the butt plug he (probably forgot he) had in all day.

"fuck—" he sobs. you watch his dick bob. precome drips into a pool on his stomach. "—green—green—so fucking green."

you're still sensitive from coming twice—you're pretty sure he is too. you lean down to give him a kiss, you moan into each other's mouths. he tastes like strawberries and his and your come. it is a little gross, you admit. but he's so tight and so fucking cute that you can't bring yourself to care. you part, and there's a line of salvia connecting the two of you.

"wait—" you say, but it comes out like a growl. "roll over."

he gets on his hands and knees, reaching back and spreading himself open for you. fuck.

you fuck him like that, holding the leash tight, loving the way he arches his back into the bed. the bell on his collar jingles incessantly.

you spank him, one last time.

"th-that's twenty-f-five—oh, fuck, sir," he growls, clinging on to the blankets for dear life.

you pin one of his hands in place and reach down to touch him. he starts laughing again.

"mmmmmmay I please come, sir? I—fuck—I'm so close, soclosesoclose," his breath stutters, you can hear the breaks in his voice. he buries his face in the blankets.

I'm close, you think, but the words don't make it out. "you're so good—you're so fucking good—come for me—fuck, come for me."

—

you're a mess. there's some drying solution of come and lube on your stomach. not to mention whatever the fuck's going on with your hair. your robe is discarded haphazardly on the floor. you think you've got a hickey, but you can't remember where.

actually, you're both a mess. he's also covered in come, sweat, and lube. he's got a red ring around his neck where you pulled him by the leash a little too hard. he's just covered in bruises. he clings to your arm, still fast asleep. you both passed out pretty quickly after…whatever that was, but you got back up a couple hours later. it doesn't look like he did, though.

actually, your whole bedroom is a mess. a blanket or two ended up discarded on the floor. there's an empty bottle of edible lube somewhere around here. your kitty lingerie set, still dirty, somehow ended up hanging in the closet. the first time you woke up you were both cuddling with a butt plug that you misplaced in the heat of the moment.

you don't think you've ever seen him like that. you can't even put it into words. you've never spanked him. he's never called you sir. you've never come in his mouth. he's never…begged for you like that before. you've never been so exhausted after coming that you both just, just fainted.

you feel lightheaded, and dead tired. you know you both must have gotten back up and gone at it at least a couple more times, but it's blurry, you can't remember. all you know is your vibrator's missing, and you feel…unusually empty, like you do the morning-after getting railed a little too hard.

last night…what the fuck happened last night?

you contemplate getting up, slipping your arm out of his embrace, pulling the covers back up around him, leaving to make breakfast. you're kind of disgusting, several hours after sex without cleaning up properly. you want to get yourselves some washcloths, maybe take shower together, or run him a bath. you know he's gotta be way more sore than you are.

you catch yourself staring, lost in thought; he just looks too cute when he's very clearly roughed up, but still sleeping soundly. and with the way he wanted…the way he needed you yesterday, you don't think he would want to wake up alone.

maybe it's okay if we sleep in a little longer.

you stroke his hair and whisper, "happy birthday, baby boy."

—

edited 14 March 2021

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Someone Saved My Life

(Jack x Rin Davies, Pt 1)

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: nothing just intimacy, implied sex and a bit of angst thrown in for funsies

A/N: Jack takes Rin to the Yorkshire Moors for their first holiday together. After all they've been through together, they could use the time away. And yet their first night ends with the arrival of an unwanted guest. ((Totally didn't plan on writing anything let alone another story for the two of them. Was going to try to work on an Ivan story, but I tossed around this idea for months now, and it just felt right? Self indulgence is my new name when it comes to writing!))

Things weren't always perfect between Jack and Rin. Jack had days where he slipped back into isolation. The sadness would swell and he wouldn't sleep. Rin knew those were the times he was surrounded. Overwhelmed. And while he mostly ignored the dead, she could feel when they simply refused to ignore him.

They would come in droves and scatter about any room Jack was in. Crammed together like sardines in a can all shouting for messages to be passed to the living. Sometimes Rin would give him a wide berth, the death and decay crawled along her own skin. She would dress with every inch of her skin covered and attempt to sleep alone while Jack banished himself to the sofa. Those nights resulted in him exploding with anger and shouts of desperation to be left alone.

The guilt would wash over Rin. They're a couple, she would remember. Partners. Not just lovers and friends. You take the worst of one another as your own, and she could ACTUALLY do that for Jack. Letting him be was not a choice anymore, no matter what he believed.

Rin would go and gently talk Jack down into her lap. His thick mass of waves and curls against her bare thighs would be sweaty. He would curl on his side with a hand under legs instead of his cheek. His other by his mouth so he could anxiously chew on the already devastated thumb nail. She knew his eyes would be jammed shut.

Rin would brush the curls off Jack’s forehead with fingertips. Fingers that traced delicate and light patterns over his temples and cheeks where they wiped away tears as she hummed. Her thumb soft along his lips before they ran back up where she would press her index, middle, and ring finger into his temple. Then she would sing and fill his head with warmth and love to bring the light instead of death.

“Someone saved my life tonight..” And Rin would look up and around at them all. Her voice came out soft and full of affection. She would narrow her eyes in their direction. Silently chastising them all the while comforting Jack.

His body relaxed as she continued, “You almost had your hooks in me. Didn't you dear. You nearly had me roped and tied. Altar bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom, whispered in my ear. You're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly. Fly away..” Her hand would sweep in a wild gesture along the lot of them. He would be asleep, and she would be alone with the shock of the departed that they had another to see them.

As long as Rin connected with Jack he wasn't alone in his ability. They discovered that with Finch. Jack was the conjurer; Rin the conduit. A hundred years ago they would have been rich in the spiritualism movement. Now they were labeled mental and mad and stuffed full of chemicals, their gifts silenced.

Never again for either of them, Rin would hold back the dead so her love could sleep and get peace. When she interfered the protection emanated from her. They would stop shouting, stop begging, just.. stop. Rin would flick her hand like she was casting a powerful spell, her eyes set in determination. Then they would be gone.

Then there were times like this. When Jack closed up his shop with a sign that said “I'm on Holidays. Dunno when, I'm almost thirty and this is my first one.” He put himself and Rin on a train up to Yorkshire where they hailed a cab to what was theirs for the next month.

Rin gazed in delight at the two story stone cottage. It was covered in ivy and moss with a carved stone fence and a picket gate. There was a little English rose garden off to the side of the house, and wildflowers simply everywhere else. In the hills beyond stood grazing cattle and a pond. Behind the hills of Yorkshire.

“Oh, Jack,” it was just a breath that managed to escape her.

“D’you reckon it's alright?” he scratched his shaggy head. There was worry in his green eyes as he glanced towards his partner for approval.

Rin’s eyes met Jack’s, and she slipped her ungloved hand inside of his. Their palms together, she squeezed. “This is stunning,” she hoped to reassure him. Her gratitude and pleasure flowed from her body to his through her touch.

Jack had just bent to kiss Rin when someone interrupted them and cleared their throat. A feminine voice shouted, “Yoo hoo! Hello!”

The couple turned to see a stout, round faced cheerful old woman in the garden. She wore a wide brim straw hat, an old dress and an apron. Rin was reminded of a human Mrs. Potts as the elder smiled wide.

“Aren't you a delight!” she beamed. Making her way to the gate she stopped. “I'm Mrs. Barrow. My husband, Henry is round back in the barn. Oh it's been AGES since we've had newlyweds.”

Jack's cheeks pinked, but Rin giggled. “No. We're not married.”

“Oh, sinful little doves.” The old woman winked. “By the looks of him, I can see why.” She fanned herself dramatically and Jack now turned red. He scratched at his head even harder whilst his eyebrows disappeared in his hair.

“This is Jack, and I'm Wren. But you can call me Rin! Are you the caretakers? Is this your house? We're on our first holiday together.” The words tumbled out of the young woman before she could stop herself.

“Oh no, little Wren. Henry and I..” Rin had let go of Jack's hand to shake Mrs. Barrow’s. The moment she let go, the old woman disappeared. Rin gasped and turned to her boyfriend.

“She was telling us she and her husband did live here. Died from the Spanish flu a hundred years ago.” Jack gave a little shrug, but a tiny grin had crept into the corners of his mouth. “They love it here so much, neither moved on.”

Rin reached for him, and his hand covered hers. The old woman reappeared. “Sorry, Missus. I didn't know?”

She laughed heartily in response, “Sometimes Henry and I forget we're dead. Never had someone who could see us before. Let alone a couple. The moors are full of ghosts, mostly long gone. None of us here for a bother, especially since your beau here looks exhausted. Just popped in for a bit of cheek and a greeting. If you need us, give a shout ok?” Then she was gone.

“Why can't they all be like that?!” Jack almost shouted his question.

“Maybe we should move up here where they've had time to get used to it? The ones in Manchester are all.. fresh and selfish and confused.”

Rin pulled Jack towards her for a kiss. His tongue teased her for the briefest moment before he picked her up and carried her in his arms towards the cottage.

“What are you doing?!” she squealed.

“Dunno. Little biddie thought we’re married,” he leaned in to kiss her a few more times. He waggled his eyebrows, “Might as well act like it.”

“Jack, we just got here!”

“I've been ready since we woke up. We’ll have a shag then go out to the pub for a few pints and some fish n chips.”

“Romantic,” Rin rolled her eyes as Jack opened the door around her.

“Oh, you love me!” Jack set her down in the foyer then playfully slapped his girlfriend on the ass.

Rin jumped and bolted up the stairs before he could catch her. “I do!” she called down to him. “What's that vow? Till death do us part?” She started to strip her clothes off to her bra and panties. Her finger made a come here motion before she disappeared around a corner.

Jack's face fell, but only for the swiftest of moments. “Even then you wouldn't be gone.”

------

Rin snuck out of the bed as she so often did after they had sex. Mostly because it was the soundest Jack ever slept with his long limbs stretched out as if she wasn’t there. Or he would envelop her in his arms without a choice. And even though she understood Jack's desire to be with her constantly, sometimes Rin felt smothered.

Now she stood at the foot of the bed to watch Jack's breathing as his sternum rose and fell with a steady rhythm. He laid on his back, arm above his head in a languid position. The sheets barely draped across his hips to reveal the V shape of his pelvis and just a tuft of pubic hair. Rin’s eyes kept going until she felt her heart between her thighs and not in her chest.

“Go take a bath,” her brain scolded her. “Wash off the train and sex before you go out for dinner. You stand here any longer, you'll wake him up by straddling him.”

Rin’s body wavered. I mean, that was an idea. “BATH, ADERYN DAVIES!” At least her inner monologue didn't use her middle name.

Rin closed the door and turned on the hot water. She was lost in thought as it filled. How she and Jack developed a willingness to share their bodies with one another in the light. That she relished how their chests and mouths and skin dissipated into reciprocated emotions. Jack was addicted to it the way she could absorb him and switch places with him. Show him what it was like to be her. Empathy became his heroin.

Rin climbed into the tub and settled against the porcelain. She relaxed her mind and body until only her breasts remained afloat. She never took a bath. Not since her time in hospital when she and Jack met. Where the dead tried to drown them. But she and Jack saved each other.

Maybe because they were nearing the three year anniversary of that awful time, but Rin thought about it more these days. She held her hands above the water and ran her scarred fingers over the further damage she had done to herself. The long jagged line from her wrist to forearm. Usually she wasn't quite THAT bad off when she tried to commit suicide, and even now she couldn't remember what was her trigger that day.

“There's not even a word to describe how bloody melancholy suicides are when they come ‘round,” Jack would say. “Maybe desolate?”

“Did you ever try?”

“Not that I remember. Didn't wanna upset Emma. Always seems so messy. Guess maybe I was doing it slowly though, the way I lived. We're ok now, right?” he would ask and kiss her hand.

“We're diamonds, Jack,” she would respond, "Unbreakable.”

Now Rin knew he was in the doorway. It was hard to sneak up on her if you gave off too much emotion. Currently Jack was as warm and comforting as the water she floated about in.

“You alright?” his sleepy voice carried a trace of concern.

Rin looked up and back at him, her fingers still on her scar. “Yeah! Just thinking about us. This.”

The air shifted. A wicked grin played across Jack's face as he walked around the side of the tub. His naked body in full view. Rin’s face flushed and her heart raced, but she kept her composure on the surface as he stepped in to join her. His hands on her waist drew her into his lap. She threw her arms around his neck as they held onto each other tightly. Jack pressed his lips to Rin’s neck where he kissed a trail down over the curve of her shoulder.

“Jaacckk,” she whinged. “Come on I was sat here having a think, and you’re like a teenage boy with this!” She tried to hide a moan when he bent her back to capture her breast in his mouth. “Bless,” was her response.

“I can't help it!” he teased from between them. “I have so much lost time, and you’re so bloody sexy.”

“Will you put that thing away!” Rin’s voice was louder, but still had laughter in it. “C’mon Jack. This should be sweet and romantic. Somehow you always turn it into a porno.”

“I can't help that my,” Jack pointed his finger towards the water and whistled, “likes you. Loves you? Always wants to be in you.”

“Cock, Jack. It's called a cock. Shouldn't it be used to me by now? It's been almost a year.”

Jack stopped teasing Rin. He looked at her seriously now. Those green eyes seemed to search her soul as they moved back and forth over her face. “One year?”

“Yes.”

“I can't believe I had forgotten you all the time between..” his voice trailed off.

“It's ok,” Rin spoke softly.

Jack turned his bottom lip out, “Now I'm sad. So we should shag in this bathtub, then I won't be!”

Rin groaned for a long time after that. “No!! Sex in hot tubs or bath tubs or pools isnt the best. Water is a shite lubricant, trust.”

Jack pushed her away and feigned disgust. “Have you shagged in them before?”

“Once or twice.”

“With Roland?”

“What?! No! I told you we only had sex once. Then he left LITERALLY the next day. Why are you so weirdly jealous of him? It wasn't my first time. I've been with loads of men.”

Rin sat back again on her side of the tub. She reached for the body wash on a shelf, and started to use it on her arms and chest. Her eyebrow arched as if she was trying to challenge Jack to get angry at her sexual history.

Jack pulled his knees to his chest. “Are you hoping I get pissed that you've had sex with other guys? Of course you have, you're beautiful. Roland is just so.. Roland.”

“Fair play, but he has a gift like we do.”

“Ghosts and music. Worst super powers ever,” he mused.

Rin opened her arms and motioned Jack to settle in between them and her legs. He turned and laid down with his back completely pressed into her. She kissed his cheek then gestured for him to tilt his head back with her finger under his chin. Jack obeyed with his eyes closed.

Rin cupped water in her hand and poured it over his hair. She repeated the process a few times before he sunk down under the water. She marveled at how long his hair was when wet or straightened. At how long his arms and legs and torso were as he held on to her own knees that were drawn up around him. At how far he had come from the man drawn into himself high, on psych meds, with dirty fingernails and rough cheeks. Now he was open and present and relaxed in her arms.

“Birdie,” Jack started calling her that out of a desire to give her some kind of nickname. Love and darling and babe weren't enough.

“Jackie?” only Rin got away with that. She put some shampoo in her hand and lathered them together in front of their bodies before she dove into his hair.

“You're making me sad thinking about how poor I was when we met. You know, passing it from yourself to me without meaning.”

“What?” she was concentrating on massaging Jack's entire head. Her light fingers made circles and gentle scratches. Then they widened and she drew bigger circles. She didn't want to leave out one inch of his scalp.

“You're body, it's pressed to mine? You're passing along your thoughts without noticing because we're relaxed. But also, please keep doing that. Holy shit that feels nice.”

Rin kept on. She alternated from soft to a little harder to as much pressure as Jack allowed. He gripped her calf and ankles now wrapped around his waist. She used her thumbs to stroke his temples and rub across his forehead before going back to knead the rest of his head again.

Her attention back to reality instead of just on making sure Jack was cared for, she realized what had happened. “I'm sorry! Sorry. I can block it if you want?” She separated her body from his and unwound her legs. Jack held on.

“It's fine,” he reassured her. “Just let me mind your body too?”

Rin snickered, “You minded my body for about an hour already.”

Jack gave an annoyed smirk and rolled his eyes. “I mean like this!” he gestured towards her washing his hair.

“You can wash my hair. That would be lovely.”

“Why don't I..” he stroked his chin. Jack's eyes settled on the stuff she had spread out on the sink. “Shave your legs?”

“Blimey,” Rin whispered. “Really?” Her heart took to pounding in her ears. She eased him down into the water to rinse everything from him clean. “Jack that's very..”

“Intimate?” he was already standing to carefully choose what was her razor and shaving cream. He held them in her direction for approval.

“Actually, yes.” Rin nodded, “And yes. This is really different from shaving your face, y’know. I've got to trust you completely because that is a new blade, and I always nick a damn patch of skin.”

Jack sat back down in the water, placed the razor on the edge of the tub and lifted Rin’s ankle. He pinioned her foot to his chest and bit his entire bottom lip. She felt exposed, made vulnerable by this position. He was looking at the half of her naked body just below the water’s surface. The can of gel faltered as he shook it.

“Jack! You're shaving my legs, not my twat. Eyes on what you're doing!” Rin snapped her finger to catch his attention.

“I can do-”

“Keep speaking, and no sex for two days.”

Jack frowned but sprayed the soap on her shin. He spread it around from the ankle up to her knee before trying to go higher. Rin held up her hand, “Only strippers and sex workers shave that high!”

He snorted and continued on the back of her leg and made sure to get the back of her knee. She was especially ticklish there and jerked her body and giggled as a result. They both could be in trouble: Jack with a sharp object; Rin with the ability to kick him in the sternum if he wasn't careful.

“Better luck if you're facing away from me. You have to shave with the blades towards my knee. You best sit back against me like before.”

“Or,” Jack held the razor backwards with the head towards his wrist. His thumb on the grooved grip as he placed it delicately by Rin’s ankle. The handle was awkward in his large fingers as he took it gingerly and with the utmost of care upward. The blade made a path in the cream as he moved it up to her knee.

Rin inhaled as he did the same gesture again. She exhaled when the razor met her kneecap. Steady breathing with each swipe along her leg. The tip of Jack's tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated. He worked and focused and shifted her calf just enough to get the sides and the back. The only sound in the bathroom was the splish of water when he cleaned the blade after each path.

“Oh,” was all that left Rin’s mouth the entire time. Her eyes never left Jack's face while his own refused to break away from her leg.

“You alright?” Jack finally looked up at Rin just as he was getting a start on her other leg.

Rin shook her head with enthusiasm. Now her turn to bite her bottom lip before a giant smile crawled from ear to ear. “I'm grand! I love you.”

And just like he always did when she said that, Jack looked sheepish. Like he still couldn't believe that any.one would love him let alone a whole family of them. Rin. Emma. Billy. Jerry. They all loved him without condition.

“I love you too,” Jack smiled in kind. It reached his eyes in wrinkled skin in the corners of them. He made his way around his girlfriend’s other leg and realized something had grown inside of him. He was starting to care for himself.

So this is it, Jack thought as he finished shaving Rin’s legs, I think I love myself?

Before he could say anything the doorbell rang downstairs and scared the shit out of them both. They scrambled to their feet and started to dry off in a harried way. In the bedroom, they threw on clothes as the bell rang out again with more insistence.

“Can ghosts ring?”

“No! Not usually. BLOODY HELL WE’RE COMING!” Jack shouted as he rushed down the steps. He turned the light on in the foyer and opened the door. Rin couldn't make out anything but Jack’s shocked voice. “What the fuck are you doing here? You're two weeks early, mate.”

“She.. I should've.. Wren.. I lost my..” the words were broken up by Jack's body.

Rin made her way down and peered around Jack's shoulder. A tired, swollen eyed man stood on the front stoop. His hair was a curly mess; his goatee and mustache looked like a positive fright. She could tell he hadn't been sleeping much. It was the first time Rin had seen him alone in the last year. It was the first time Rin had seen him in PERSON in maybe seven in spite of all his promises.

“ROLAND?!”

Both he and Jack turned towards Rin and shouted simultaneously, “Surprise!”

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[elianamarie-blog]

Can you do something where the reader gets jealous because Laurie is flirting with Hyde?

Ohh I love this idea! Please forgive me for taking a while to get back to you. I've been busy with work and my own book, along with the other series that I'm writing. Thank you for being so patient with me! I hope you enjoy this.

"'Cause I'm a joker," Eric Forman sang as he and his friends sat in his basement, doing their usual circle, and bust into song along with the record playing in the background.

"I'm a smoker," Donna, his girlfriend, interjected.

"I'm a midnight toker," Y/n sang, finishing the sentence. She had joined the group shortly after Fez, the foreign exchange student, had. She was new to Point Place completely, moving from y/c/r. She didn't know anybody and if it wasn't for a very kind Eric who offered her to sit with them at lunch three years ago, she wouldn't be sitting here with them, feeling the best she's ever felt and singing along with The Steve Miller Band, who she now considers her best friends.

"I sure don't want to hurt no one," Michael Kelso continued, holding a closed fist to his mouth, as if he was holding a microphone.

"I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and a sinner," Jackie continued.

"I play my music in the sun," Fez sang.

"I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker," Hyde finished, pointing to Y/n finish the song.

"I get my lovin' on the run," she said, doing a little dance in her seat.

"Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo," the gang sang together, completely lost in the song and in each other as the smoke lazily floated around the dimmed room.

Hyde found himself staring at Y/n with an adoring look on his face as his girlfriend jammed out to the song with their friends. He always thought she was beautiful, but he always kept his distance from women because of obvious reasons. But she was different; she was beautiful and fun, smart and funny, and he could talk to her well into the early morning, just when the sun would be peaking into the sky and the birds began to sing. And best of all--she was so hot in the sack. AND she loved Led Zepplin? He could've sworn he had died and gone to Heaven.

He couldn't hold it back anymore and reached over wrapping his hand around her waist and leading her to his lap. As he took a hit from the joint laying in the ash tray, he gently grabbed her face and brought his lips to hers, blowing smoke into her mouth as she slowly inhaled it through her nostrils.

He couldn't take it anymore and fully pressed his mouth to hers, almost devouring her lips.

"Booooo," Fez said as the group watched them make out.

"Man, we agreed no making out in the circle!" Kelso whined.

Hyde made a face at them. "Will you two shut up?"

"Steven, baby, they're just jealous that they're not getting any," Y/n said slowly, still feeling the high.

"No!" Kelso said defensively then let his shoulders slump. "Yeah."

Fez looked like someone had stolen his candy from him and whispered, "It gives me needs."

"Fez, you really creep me out when you say things like that," Y/n said.

Fez screwed his eyes shut and got up from his seat. "I have to go do something. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

As he walked out and shut the door behind him, Eric turned to the rest of the group and pointed a thumb at the door. "Don't shake his hand tomorrow."

The group laughed as Donna cracked the door open to let some of the smoke out. Y/n sat comfortably on Hyde's lap as she slowly stroked his hair, sitting in complete bliss.

After a minute of silence, Eric spoke up. "If I were in Star Wars--"

"Ugh, not again," the group moaned.

"Can we talk about anything else?" Hyde asked.

"Okay, how bout we talk about your relationship?" Donna asked, batting her eyelashes at the couple.

"What's there to talk about?" Hyde asked. "She my chick and we're having fun. What else is there to know?"

"Do you love her?" she asked in a mocking tone.

"Whoa, there, tiger," Y/n cut in. "I don't think we're there yet."

"So, what is it that you guys do when we're not around?" Jackie asked innocently.

The couple looked at each other and turned back to the group, smirking.

"Besides that!" Jackie squeaked, catching on.

"Well, we watch TV, do it, smoke, do it again, and occasionally go out for a drive and a burger before doing it again," Hyde replied with a shit-eating grin, earning a light smack from Y/n.

"Nice, dude!" Kelso said, leaning over to high five him, but was left hanging his hand in the air as Hyde made a face at him.

"This isn't a competition, man," he replied as Kelso put his hand down. "But if it was, I'd be kicking your ass."

"But it's not," Y/n said sternly, staring at her boyfriend.

"Yeah, because if it was, you'd be losing," a familiar, sultry voice said from behind them.

The group turned to see Laurie Forman, the older sibling, coming down in just a oversized sweater and underwear.

"What are you doing here?" Eric asked, irritated.

"Yeah, I thought you were working the corner tonight," Hyde quipped.

"Yeah, he replaced me with your mom," Laurie quipped back and bent over the washer, grabbing her clothes, completely unaware she was giving everybody a show of her ass.

"Damn, Laurie, put that thing away!" Eric cried out, holding his hand in front of his vision, blocking the sight in front of him.

Laurie straightened up and turned around with a smirk playing on her face. "Why? It's not like anyone's complaining. Right, Hyde?" She bumped her hip into his shoulder, completely disregarding Y/n sitting in his lap.

"Uh, no?" Hyde replied, confused at her sudden 180 degree behavior.

"Oh, come on. I know you look at it," she purred, laying a manicured hand on his right shoulder.

Y/n eyed her hand, but didn't say anything. She wanted to see where this would lead.

"Only because you shake it in my face like a stripper," he responded and shrugged her hand off his shoulder.

"I've never heard you complain," Laurie replied, curling her lip.

"Uhm, Laurie, can you please not hit on my friends?" Eric asked, unamused. "You've already slept with one of them and I'd prefer you not make your way around the group. Thanks."

Laurie rolled her eyes and spun back around to the washer and dryer. "Fine. I guess I'll have to shower by myself then."

Y/n tightened her grip around Steven's neck as she felt a certain burn start in her chest. She kept her gaze down on the floor, not wanting Laurie to see.

"That was the only option," Hyde replied and finally turned his head to look at her. He kept his "What is it with you? We hate each other."

"Sometimes, the fire of pure hatred is actually a fire of passion," she responded and leveled her face with his.

Eric and the rest of the group gagged and retracted into themselves.

"Ewwww," Eric whined. "Get. Out!"

"Don't be such a prude," Laurie snickered and turned back to Hyde. "You know where my room is."

"Every guy in town with VD knows where your room is," Hyde responded, bored, and didn't even look her way when she climbed up the stairs.

But before she disappeared behind the door, she shot Y/n a devious smirk. Y/n glared back at her as she watched Laurie close the door behind her.

"What the hell was that?!" Y/n asked angrily.

"I don't know man, but it was creepy," Hyde replied. "And a little gross."

"A little?" Y/n responded and unhooked her arms from Hyde's neck and stood. "It was revolting! I'm nauseous from having to witness that!"

The group looked at Y/n humorously, small smiles playing on their lips.

"Is someone a little jealous?" Donna asked.

Y/n scoffed. "No. Of course not."

"You so are!" Eric pointed out, laughing.

"No, I'm not!" Y/n defended. "I'm just can't understand why she would hit on Steven. I mean, she even gave me this look. Like, she wanted me to get upset. Jokes on her, because I so am not."

"Yeah, she's totally jealous," Donna muttered to Eric who started chuckling.

"I am not!" Y/n yelled, but then stomped her foot like a child. "You know what? I'm leaving. I don't need to see Trampzilla try to snake her way into your pants."

She didn't wait for Hyde to respond as she stomped out the house, slamming the door behind her.

Hyde sighed. "I'll be right back."

He followed after her immediately, catching up to her as she was getting in her car.

"Y/n, hey!" he called after her. "Wait a minute, hang on." He caught the car door with his hand before she could slam it shut. "Hey, what's going on?"

Y/n didn't make eye contact with him and stared at the steering wheel instead. "Nothing," she grumbled.

"Oh, something's going on," he said and leaned against the car that always got Y/n's heart racing.

"Just please drop it, Steven," she responded and started her car. "It's not like it matters anyways."

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't."

"Y/n," he said sternly and reached in, turning off her car.

"What?"

"Are you serious?" he deadpanned.

She sighed and screwed her eyes shut as she ran a hand down her face. "Fine. I got jealous. You happy?"

Hyde shrugged. "Yeah, a little."

"Yeah, okay," she snapped and went to turn on her car, but was stopped once more. "Okay, this is like the least fun game ever."

Hyde chuckled and grabbed her hand, pulling her out the door. "I'm sorry. I was kidding."

"It's fine," she replied and stared at the ground, fixating on her scuffed up sneaker.

"Is it though?"

Y/n didn't respond before shaking her head. "No, it's not." She finally brought her gaze to his and he swore he's never seen her eyes so sad. "I normally don't get like this. I don't understand why I did. When I see other girls look at you, I can't help but think that you could do better because, well, I mean...look at you."

He grabbed her other hand and gripped both of her hands tightly in his. "Are you jealous of Laurie? Really?"

"No, but it's not like she's not attractive," she responded. "I mean, she was all over you and...it made me think that maybe I should be like that with you."

"What? That's crazy, Y/n. You know I think you're fine just the way you are."

"See, that's just it. Just fine! I shouldn't be just fine. I should be good--great even."

"Y/n, listen to me. You are more than just good for me. Better than great. Laurie is...well she's Laurie. If I wanted her, I would've had her by now, but I'm not and for very obvious reasons. She was probably just pretending to hit on me to get to you. You guys have never gotten along anyway."

"I know...but, still. What if you get bored of me because I'm not like that?"

"Trust me, I'm not." He moved his hands and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her in. "You're the coolest chick I know. And I don't just say that about anybody."

"You mean it?"

"Of course I do."

She nodded and tucked her face under his chin. "Okay, I believe you."

"Good. Because I don't know how else to comfort you. I kinda suck at this."

Y/n chuckled and looked up at him, chin still resting on his chest. "Just a little."

He returned her smile, staring down at her lovingly. "Good. Now I can't disappoint you."

She gave him an even wider smile. "Shut up and kiss me."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

He leaned down, slanting his mouth to hers and pulled her into a daydream.

"So, uh...wanna get into the back?"

"Oh, shut up."

I'm sorry this took me forever to write. I've been so tired lately and trying to finish my personal book along with my other series. I'm not particularly proud of the dialogue but I think it got better. I don't know, but let me know what you think!

[phoenixhalliwell]

Do You Want to Know A Secret?

Pairings: Frankie 'Catfish' Morales X Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 3100

Author's Note: Good Evening all, Welcome to my first ever fic! So if you somehow stumble upon this, I hope you enjoy it and if you don't please be gentle with me :P I tried to write this as inclusive as possible ( I've given them a nickname to keep myself right when writing) so I hope I've done a good enough job of it. Also I hope you don’t mind that I’ve tagged you guys in this. 

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Frankie happens to meet the younger miller sibling at a party and drama ensues.

 Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Frankie tightens his grip on the steering wheel of his truck and tries to keep himself calm. The loud music from the party drifts in through the window, causing him to sigh.

'It's just party, it's a safe place. Your brothers are inside. Just go in, have a drink, show face and if it gets too much get the fuck out of dodge.' He repeats the mantra over and over again. So caught up in his thoughts, he doesn't see movement out of the corner of his eye.

BANG

"MOTHERFUCKER" Frankie nearly launches himself through the front window at the sudden interruption.  Heart racing, he turns to the source of the noise, only to see Santiago giggling with his face pressed up against the door.

"I swear to God Pope, one of these days I'm going to end you!" he growls, quickly opening the door and knocking his friend in the face with it.

"Owwwww" Santi whines, rubbing his nose. Frankie just smirks.  "Serves you right pendejo" Grabbing his cap off the passenger's seat, he shoves it on his head like a protective shield and jams his hands in his pockets.

"Thought you were never gonna get out of that fucking truck Fish" Santi teases but only receives a half hearted shrug of the shoulders in return. He feels a pang of sympathy for his friend and quickly  tries to reassure him.

"Look, I know you're not the best with people, but it's a party! Just have a drink and relax. God knows you need to chill out yeah? Lets head in, it's fucking freezing out here."

Both men trudge up the driveway towards the house, Santi gives Frankie a playful nudge before opening the door and heading inside. Frankie takes a deep breath to brace himself before heading into the 'warzone' The Millers party is in full swing. With the combination of Will's organisation (there is enough alcohol here to open a liquor store) and Benny's love of people, the house is jam packed and the party goers want for nothing while they are here. Santi is in his element and happily mingles with everyone, smiling and hugging people as he goes. Frankie makes a beeline for the kitchen, his usual designated safe place and finds Will  already there, chatting away to an unfamiliar face. Will's face lights up when he eventually sees his friend and calls out

"Hey man! Didn't think you were actually going to make it"

Will excuses himself from the person he was talking to and rushes over to give Frankie a bear hug.

"Pope can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be" Frankie has to shout a little to be heard.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Santi tackles Will from the side and a tussle breaks out. Frankie just rolls his eyes and grabs himself a beer to watch the show. The boys have a quick catch up in the kitchen before Will is stolen away to play party host. Frankie is nursing his second beer and trying to keep himself calm when he suddenly gets a quick jab in the ribs from Santi.

" What the fuck man?" he growls at his friend. Santi slides closer to him before informing him

" You've caught someone's eye hermano" and subtly nodding over to someone behind Frankie.

Frankie does a quick glance over his shoulder to where Pope gestured and suddenly feels his breath leave him. Standing in the corner of the kitchen has to be the most beautiful person he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. While everyone else is decked out to the nines, they have opted for a more casual approach which he loves. A further glance up and he sees the warm smile which is currently being given to him. Be still my beating heart is all Frankie can think. Ever the Hawk, Santi notices his brother's heart eyes and doesn't hesitate to shout over.

"Hey! Fancy joining us? "

Well that sure as hell snaps Frankie out of his daydreams and panic runs through him. Whipping round he sees  Santi wiggle his eyebrows at him and shoot  him a thumbs up with a shit eating grin. Frankie feels his face flush muttering curses under his breath. He's definitely going to end Pope, he just has to figure out how to make it look like an accident. Their new guest is quick to make their way over to them and introduces themselves.

"Hi, I'm jinx"

Frankie gapes down at the hand that is currently extended to him but makes no move to shake it. He feels utterly betrayed by his body right now.' Why are you so fucking awkward?' He wants to shout to himself.

Jinx gives Frankie an unsure look as though maybe regretting coming over. Santi is quick to take the lead  and playfully pushes Frankie out the way to  get to Jinx.

"Jinx! What a great name. I'm Santiago and this useless bastard here is my favourite flyboy Frankie" Jinx lets out a belly laugh at this and Frankie has to hold onto the counter to keep himself upright. A small pang of jealousy shoots through him at the thought of Santi being able to make Jinx laugh like that. 'Smooth bastard' he thinks bitterly. After a few moments of listening to the two of them talk, Frankie gets his wits about him and is able to engage Jinx in a conversation. And boy is he given a run for his money. Jinx is funny, sharp as a tack and sarcastic as hell. Frankie finds himself falling a little deeper as time goes on and can't for the life of him remember now why he didn't want to come to this party. Time seems to fly by and he doesn’t want to ever leave.

" I see you boys have finally met the baby of the family"  Benny interrupts the moment, slinging his arm around Jinx's shoulder, squeezing their cheeks together before ruffling their hair. Jinx squawks in outrage and lands a sold punch on Benny's shoulder, causing him to wince. The ensuing sibling squabbling begins to fade out as Frankie feels the colour drain from his face.

"Wait. You're Y/N Miller???? I thought you said your name was Jinx?" Santi questions, casting a glance at Fish.

" It's a nickname my brothers gave me because everything always goes to shit whenever I get involved" Jinx replies,  face heating up.

Frankie is in the middle of a meltdown at the new revelation. He Looks between the two millers and draws a complete blank. There is no family resemblance there whatsoever and he can't see a trace of Will either. Then a word flashes in Frankie's head   "ADOPTED" Of course! He'd forgotten that part. Of all the people at this fucking party, he had to be pining after his brothers' younger sibling. Frankie groans in realisation, causing everyone to turn at look at him in sync.

"You good there Fish? you're looking a little pale." Frankie is suddenly brought back to the group, embarrassed by being  caught out.

"Fine, awesome, Fantastic" Frankie replies with a nervous laugh. Benny narrows his eyes at him before  throwing another curve ball into the conversation, causing Jinx to blush.

"I hope the two of you kept your hands off baby Miller, I know what you're like Garcia!" Benny warns, point a finger at him.

"Not me you have to worry about" Santi mutters under his breath, causing Frankie to elbow him roughly in the side. Benny just glares at the both of them. 'And that is enough fun for one evening, time to retreat' Frankie decides and makes his excuses to his friends. He makes sure to tell Jinx how lovely it was to meet them before hightailing it out of the kitchen. He's nearly at the front door when he feels a hand on his arm and turns to see Jinx looking at him nervously.

" Look I know this goes against protocol with you and the guys, but I had a really fun time tonight and I'd really like to spend more time getting to know you if you were interested as well. .."  Jinx is suddenly cut off by Benny shouting "YO JINX WHERE YOU AT?"  Sighing, they shove a piece of paper into Frankie's hand , and give it a tight squeeze.

" Balls in your court  Frankie" and then they disappear into the crowd to find Benny. Frankie looks down at the number in his hand, hardly believing his luck. Maybe Pope can live another day.

 After a lot of back and forth, Frankie bites the bullet and texts Jinx. Palms clammy he rewrites the message for the millionth time before launching the phone on the table and throwing himself dramatically on the couch. He has had found a lot of bad thoughts creep into his mind over the past few days since the party which kept him from messaging sooner.  

'What have I possibly got to offer? Am I good enough? Why would they want to get involved with a washed up old army man? What if this is a joke? Frankie is pulled from his thoughts by a loud buzz and a coldness washes through him. Moment of truth. Taking a deep breath before glancing down at his phone, a surprised laugh suddenly escapes him.  

Messaged received from Jinx: Took you long enough flyboy. You owe me dinner for making me wait.

 It's been so long since he had felt this light and care free and it was all thanks to Jinx. After messaging constantly back and forth, it was decided that their first date would be at a cosy little diner. This eased Frankie's mind as he was already a nervous wreck without bringing a fancy establishment into the mix. It was easy to talk to Jinx and Frankie found himself pouring his heart out about his past mistakes: about his substance abuse, how his license had been suspended and how he'd lost his wife and daughter because of it. Shame welled up in him but was swiftly chased away with the feeling of Jinx's hand covering his and the sweet smile they gave him. The next few weeks were honestly the best of Frankie's life. The couple had come to an agreement  that they would keep whatever was going on between the two of them to themselves. To allow their relationship to bloom without any outside interference (i.e The Miller brothers) Frankie would wake up to texts wishing him good morning which made his day that much brighter. They would sneak in  frequent date nights and their stolen kisses always made him feel like a teenager. His favourite night had to be when they had went out a drive in his truck and sat in the bed of it looking at the stars and making up constellations to make each other laugh. He had made sure to bring a blanket with them and the feeling of Jinx in his arm's quietened all the noise in his head. He was finally at peace.

Of course he felt guilty about sneaking around with Jinx behind his brothers backs but the more time they spent together, the less Frankie began to care about the 'betrayal' His friends started to get a bit suspicious of his sudden shiftiness but Frankie was quick to assure them that everything was fine. And everything was fine until one Santiago fucking Garcia had to go and ruin everything. One night after a nice dinner and drinks at a nearby restaurant, Frankie and Jinx ended up back at his house for the evening. As soon as the front door closed, the couple were all over each other unable to keep their hands to themselves. Giggling, Jinx dragged Frankie to the couch before playful pushing him onto the couch and quickly straddling him. Hands roam each other's bodies and they are just getting into the swing of things when the front door was rudely thrown open and Santiago came marching in

"Frankie what the fuck man why aren't you answering my tex....."

Santi stopped abruptly in the living room doorway, doing a perfect imitation of a fish. Both parties just stare at one another before Santi suddenly points at them and shouts

" I fucking knew it!!!!"

" Please, you didn't know shit" Jinx scoffs while Frankie hid his face in his hands out of sheer embarrassment of being caught. Sighing, he gently rolled Jinx off him onto the couch and received a confused look in return. Frankie dragged himself off the couch and made his way to Santiago, grabbing his shoulders and looking him straight in the eye.

" Pope, I need you to listen to me right now ok, this is important. Me and Jinx have been seeing each other for a couple of months now and its going so good man. I haven't been this happy in a long time. But you CANNOT say anything to Will or Benny about what you saw. If they find out they're going to kill me!"

Santi looks between the two of you, noticing the way Jinx nervously bites their lip, waiting for his answer. Crossing his heart, Santiago nudges Frankie.

"Don't worry guys, your secrets safe with me"

What a load of shit.

 *a few weeks later *

"OK boys listen up! I want a clean fight. Smack talk is allowed but absolutely no contact or you will be disqualified." Jinx announces to the room.

On one side of the table, Santi is rubbing Frankie's shoulder, furiously whispering instructions into his ear, while his friend is just nodding numbly along but not really taking anything in. Across the way he sees the Miller boys sending him death glares. Frankie gulps, why did it have to come to this?

After Santi (who still feels really guilty about it) accidentally let it slip at boy's night the previous evening that Frankie and Jinx where sneaking about together, shit hit the fucking fan. In a slight rage, Benny had tried to strangle Frankie for "breaking the bro code" while Santi  tried to pry them apart all the while pleading Fish for forgiveness. Will  was pacing the floor off to the side giving Jinx a lecture down the phone about the sanctity of brothers in arms and " WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE FRANKIE JINX?"

Eventually the drama had simmered down and an agreement  had been made. This would be settled through a good old game of Beer Pong (which Jinx had picked because the whole crew were all abysmal at it) The terms and condition where as follows:  If Frankie's team won, he could continue seeing jinx to his hearts content and nothing would be said on the matter.  If the Millers won then Frankie was to never see the youngest Miller again and would be forced to live a life of exile ( Will eventually talked his brother down to Fish having to spend a week in the 'doghouse' for his transgressions) Jinx was chosen to referee the match because there wasn't anyone else who could come out to play at such short notice. The only reason Jinx let this go this far was so that their brothers go to do the whole 'overprotective' thing. They scoff at the thought that benny and Will actually believed they had a say in the new relationship.

Regardless of the outcome, Frankie was going home with them tonight.

"Like all great battles, this is to win the hand of your one true love. We know Benny can't shoot for shit so it's Will we have to keep an eye on. We've got this hermano" Santi whispers in Frankie's ear.

The next hour descends into complete chaos as the boy trashed talk one another and take dirty shots and became the most competitive they have ever been in their life. Eventually a tie breaker between the two teams causes a hush fall  over the room. This next one would the deciding shot, his last chance. Santi solemnly hands Frankie the ball. No Pressure. Inhaling deeply, Frankie sends up a prayer and takes the shot......

A rabble of noise descends over the room. It takes him a while to understand that Pope is screaming in triumph while Benny is screaming in outrage.  Frankie finds himself quickly scooped up into a hug, with Santi chanting " WE WON, WE WON!!!" in his ear. When he is eventually put back down, he turns round to see Jinx doubled over , tears streaming down their face, laughing  at the madness. There is a tight feeling in his chest as he suddenly realises just how much he loves them.  Sensing movement just behind him, Frankie quickly turns to see Will beside him. The eldest Miller stares him straight in the eye before sighing and shaking his head.

"Listen Fish, i'm not gonna lie I am not 100% ok with this situation. In my eyes, no one is ever going to be good enough for Jinx, but I suppose if they HAVE to be with someone then you are the best man for the job."

Frankie lets out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding. He sticks his hand out to Will who takes it and gives it a firm shake.

"You have no idea how much of a weight that is off my shoulders man. What about Benny?"

" He'll come around eventually, he's just really overprotective of Jinx." Will reassures, clapping Fish on the back and heading into the kitchen to get a beer.

Frankie's shoulders slump in relief that this whole debacle is over. No more sneaking around, stealing kisses and quiet moments together. No more having to keep his feelings a secret. He can still hear Benny grumbling away in the background, arguing that the game was rigged and demanding a rematch. Santi being the shit stirrer that he is, cackles and continues to wind him up, calling him a sore loser. Frankie finally glances back to Jinx who is leaning against the wall smirking at him.

" Ready to claim your prize Francisco?"

Frankie's heart soars.

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[imaginedilestrade]

Surreal but nice- Part two

Warnings: Swearing, some angst.

Part one

A few months (and bad blind dates) later, Greg found himself standing over you in the middle of his living room. You were teary eyed after a recent scandal involving you was reported in every newspaper and magazine in the world. You didn't know where to go. So you went to Greg.

"Here is okay," Greg assured "Would you like anything? Some tea? A bath?"

"A bath would be nice." You wiped away the tears under your eyes and Greg drew a bath for you. You had just sunk into it and had began to let your worries dissolve in the water when the door opened. It was Jim with his back to you. "You must be Jim..." he slowly spun around on the spot and blinked with shock. He then proceeded to slide out the bathroom before peering his head back in again.

"Just checking..." he assured himself.

After your bath you spent some time with Greg, explaining what had been happening, that you dumped your boyfriend and that you were working on a new movie. Greg helped you with your script. Later that evening Greg offered you his bed, he decided to sleep on the sofa bed. You kissed his cheek and bid him goodnight. Greg was tossing and turning the whole night.

His breath hitched when he heard the floorboard squeak "Hello?" He called out, his heart hoping it would be you. But he was bitterly disappointed "Jim?"

"So uh I see that there is a certain celebrity upstairs in your bed..." He raised a brow.

"Yes? And?" Greg groggily uttered.

"Well, are you two..." he ferociously wiggled his eyebrows until Greg caught on.

"What?! No!"

Jim smirked slightly "Well do you think I can-"

"No!" Greg almost yelled "No! She's worried and vulnerable so just leave her alone and get back to sleep!" Jim sighed and toddled back up the stairs. Seconds later, Greg heard the same squeaking noise "Will you sod off!"

"Oh...okay."

Greg sat up straight upon hearing your voice, "No, no, no! I thought you were Jim!" He stood up and slowly walked over to you, taking in every inch of you. He noticed you were wearing one of his shirts, it reached to the middle of your thighs. It looked like your legs went on forever. Neither of you broke the silence that hung over the room. Greg gently placed a hand on the back of your neck and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before letting his own wander down the side of your neck. He could hear you forcing a steady breath as his hands brushed down your bare back. He moved the shirt down, exposing your skin to the cool air as he continued to kiss you.

"Wow..." he whispered as he pulled away.

You softly smiled "What?"

Greg shook his head, he couldn't believe that this was his reality "Nothing..." he sweetly kissed you again and felt your hand lace with his, you squeezed it ever so slightly. He took the hint.

---

You lazily woke up the next morning with Greg. You both drew patterns over each other skin as you talked, you were at the bottom of the bed and Greg was at the top, raking his fingers over your calves. That's when an idea popped into your head "I'll be right back!" You grinned and jumped out of the cozy bed, grabbing Greg's shirt you were wearing last night before his trembling fingers slowly undid every button.

That thought sent a chill down your spine and brought a smile to your face.

Ten minutes later, you brought Greg a tray with toast and tea "What's this?" He asked.

"Breakfast in bed!" You smiled and grabbed a slice of toast "Can I stay a little longer?"

Greg reached for your hand and gently swiped his thumb across your knuckles "You can stay forever."

You grinned and took a bite out of your slice of toast "Oh I forgot the jam!" You stood back up just as the doorbell rang. You looked down at Greg "I'll get the jam, you get the door."

Greg pulled on a top and went to answer the door. When he did he was met with camera flashes, microphones being shoved in his face and shouting reporters. He slammed the door shut behind him.

"Who was it?"

Greg looked up to you and gulped "No one!" You rolled your eyes and walked passed him, opening the door again before slamming it shut. Your eyes met Greg's before you rushed to the phone and called your agent.

"Yes, they found me. I have to go, I have to get out of here." You placed the phone back down and rushed up the stairs, Greg quickly following you into the bedroom where you were quickly changing "This is all I need!" You huffed "And you, you stepped out there in pretty much nothing. The press are going to have a field day with this! Thanks to your friend everyone will know that Y/N Y/L/N is sleeping with the man behind the blue door in Notting Hill!"

"You've got to calm down..." Greg tried easing you but it only made you worse.

"Calm down?! Calm down! Do not tell me to calm down!" You went back down the stairs again, Jim checked out the window and announced your agent and chauffeur was at the door.

"Can't you just brush it off? Today's paper will be in tomorrow's bin!" Greg shrugged and smiled. He didn't understand the severity of the situation.

"What?" You couldn't believe how absurd he was being "No Greg I can't just brush it off! These stories stay with me forever! Every time they write something about me all this," you gestured at him "Will be mentioned and I will always regret it!"

A beat passed "I won't..." Greg quietly admitted.

You shook your head and let out a sigh "You don't understand my perspective Greg. I've been in this business for ten years whereas you've been in it ten minutes." The doorbell rang and you put on your sunglasses and braced yourself for what was waiting outside.

That was the last Greg had seen you for months. Honey, being the adoring little sister, did all that she could to give Greg the phone number of your agent in London and New York. It felt like he had looked at the piece of paper she had wrote it down on for hours when he finally dropped it in the bin.

A few days later whilst having dinner, John handed Greg a newspaper. An article was on it saying that you were in London filming. The next day, Greg found himself at the location where the film was being shot. "I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N," Greg told the guard "She's not expecting me but-"

The guard cut him off "Then I can't let you in, sorry."

"It's alright..." Greg recognised that voice that was sweeter than a bag of sugar and the smell of all the rose petals in the world combined. "I can't chat, we're very busy shooting. But if you want to stay to talk after, and I really think we have to talk...then you're welcome to stay."

Greg nodded his head a little "Alright."

"Good," you briefly smiled "Have some tea! There's lots of it."

Your agent lead Greg through to the location where it was being filmed and handed Greg over a set of headphones so he could listen to the dialogue.

"Who was that man you were with earlier?" Your co-star asked.

You shrugged a shoulder "No one really," Greg furrowed a brow "It's a bit awkward really. Something happens a few months ago. I don't know why he's here..."

Greg felt a bubble of disappointment burst in his chest. He removed the headphones and left the set with hurt and sadness eating away at him. You glanced over your shoulder and noticed that he was gone. But you knew where to find him.

---

"There's a delivery for you!" Sherlock peered his head in Greg's office.

"Can't you deal with it?" Greg sighed as he checked over some paperwork.

"I really think this delivery is for you..."

Greg knew there was no arguing with Sherlock so went out to the front of the shop. He went wide eyed seeing you standing in front of him.

"Hi," you greeted "You disappeared..."

"Yeah well you seemed quite busy so I thought I better leave. I had some things to to anyway..."

You nodded understandingly "Well we finished filming yesterday so I just came by to tell you that...that I'm leaving."

Greg shuffled on the spot "R-right, right..."

"I have have to go away today," you feel your throat closing up and your eyes welling up "I was wondering if I didn't have to leave, if I stayed, if you'd let me see you a little..or a lot. That if you could like me again..."

Greg placed his hands on his hips "But yesterday you told that man on set that I was no one to you," your face flushed with confusion "I heard. I had headphones on and I could hear everything you were saying into your microphone."

"And you expect me to tell the most loose-lipped actor in England my life story?" You forced a broken chuckle.

"Y/N, I'm just a regular bloke who has always been in and out of love, but can I just..." Greg paused for a second, wondering if he was doing the right thing or not. His head and his heart battling it out inside him. "Can I say no to your request?"

You blinked and smiled, even if it was strained "Yes," you hoped he didn't hear your heart crack right down the centre "Of course."

"The thing is, Y/N," you could barely look at Greg as he spoke "I don't think my heart or myself could take it, you know being cast aside, which I probably would be. You live in Beverly Hills, I live in Notting Hill. My mother and work colleague barely remember my name, everyone in the world knows yours."

You nodded and your gaze fell to your feet "I know, I know...but also don't forget," you looked up to him, ignoring your throat closing in on itself and your chest concaving "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy," your words were tight and quiet but you managed to get them out "Asking him to love her."

Greg couldn't say a thing. He was so taken aback by your words. They were true. You leaned forward and pecked his cheek, bidding him goodbye while he stood there in complete and utter surprise.

Greg turned to his family and friends, they were always good and helping him through tricky situations and this one was the most difficult yet. They all supported his decision to turn you down, all except Jim who called Greg a 'stupid prick'. Greg then realised that Jim had a point.

Deep down Greg truly loved you and he knew that you might feel those feelings back. It then hit him that he had made the wrong decision. He wanted you. He wanted to make you laugh. He wanted to make you smile. He wanted to be there for you when you were sad. He wanted to hold you against his chest every night and look up to the ceiling as you slept to thank whoever was listening for the moment he was sharing with you. He wanted you.

And you wanted him.

---

Upon arriving at the Ritz with all his friends and Honey, you had already checked out but the receptionist informed Greg that you were holding a press conference in the Savoy.

Greg squeezed his way through the crowd of press and photographers until he finally caught a glimpse of you. He noticed that you were staring at a spot on the table whilst your agents answered most things for you. "Last time you were here, you were photographed with a young man, who is he?"

"Uh," you cleared your throat and answered the reporters question "He's a friend, he's still my friend...I think..."

"You over there," your agent pointed to Greg who's arm was sticking out.

"Yes, umm, Miss Y/L/N..." you snapped your head up and found a par of brown eyes in the crowd. A very familiar pair of brow eyes. It was surreal seeing Greg in front of you "Is there any circumstances in which this friend of yours could be more than just a friend...?"

You noticed the twinkle of hope in his eyes "I don't know," you replied "They made it quite clear that they didn't want anything more than just friendship."

"But what if-" Your agent cut Greg off but you insisted that he continued, you were almost falling off your chair with anticipation "But what if this man, Mr Lestrade, realised that he was being a daft prick?" The hall erupted with uttering reporters, some laughing at his remark. You tried your best not to smile too much and retain your collected composure "Would you then reconsider?"

The hall went silent, all eyes were on you but al your eyes were on was Greg "Yes, I believe I would..." you smiled and noticed Greg out let out a sigh of relief.

"That's good! The readers of 'Horse and Hound' will be delighted!" The crowd chuckled and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Y/N, how long to you intend to stay in London?" Another reporter asked.

You kept your eyes locked on Greg, the man who had captivated your heart, as you replied.

"Indefinitely."

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[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

After over a week, I'm back with another update!

Hello there, lovelies! Hopefully the anticipation wasn’t too bad...But alas! Here I am, back again with the next chapter. Admittedly, this chapter took much longer than anticipated for me to write and even though I knew exactly what was going to happen, I still struggled to find the right way to convey it for maximum impact...idk, I've also been finding it a little tricky to find time to write with all the random stuff I've had going on in real life lately. 😬

Anyways...I hope you enjoy this because I'm not sure when the next time I will post will be...and as always, I love hearing what you guys have to say and seeing all the love you guys show to my writing...it's a large reason as to why I even make an effort to post my writings anymore, so thanks! 😘 All my previous chapters can be found right here, if you wish to get caught up.

Making Up for Lost Time

I can’t believe I’m about the say this, but…I can’t wait to go to work tomorrow. 

It was Christmas day—the day in which families near and far gather to enjoy each other’s company and celebrate—and Rae could not be unhappier.

There surely must have been a time when Rae felt differently about Christmas. Perhaps when she was a child and was still basking in the naivety of youth; however, for the last few years Rae has found this holiday to feel like more of a burden and be emotionally draining to the point that she has lost the childlike sense of wonder that used to be synonymous with Christmas time when she was younger.

Rae had been awakened before the sun had even fully risen by loud crashing and the unmistakable scent of charred food that could only mean one thing: Rae’s mother was trying to cook. Trying, but certainly not succeeding.

“Wait! Stop what you’re doing, right now! Get the coffee started to brew and I’ll take over from here. Please mum, before you burn the house down, I beg of you!” Rae called from the room she had slept in to her mother in the kitchen as she tied her plush dressing gown around her waist and slid her feet into her favorite pair of slippers before rushing to the kitchen.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Rachel! It isn’t that bad…” Rae’s mum took a glance at the disheveled stack of what appeared to be pancakes that were simultaneously burned on the outside and completely raw inside, “On second thought…perhaps I will just get the coffee started. Can you take over for me here?”

“By ‘take over’, you mean ‘start completely from scratch because these ones are inedible’, right?” Rae joked, gently nudging her mum with her hip as her mum grabbed the coffee from the cabinet above their stove.

The rest of the family awoke on their own accord and grabbed their breakfast before returning to their respective rooms to eat on their own, as even during the holidays, Rae’s family could not adhere to the formalities of spending time together as a family.

The rest of the day proceeded in much of the same fashion: Rae confined to the kitchen as she was the only member of the family who was willing and able to take the lead on cooking Christmas dinner, while the rest of her family came and went as they pleased.

By the end of the night when the gifts had been exchanged and opened, dinner had been eaten, and the dishes had been cleaned, everyone was ready to go to bed for the night; however, Rae still had to travel back to her apartment in the city, as she had work early the following morning.

And by the time Rae had returned to her apartment and was able to climb into the comforting warmth of her bed, it was already the early hours of morning, and as Rae tossed and turned trying to get some sleep, she could already see the earliest signs of the sunrise on the horizon.

***

The first three and a half hours of Rae’s shift at work were downright torturous. The café down the street from Rae’s work was closed for Christmas weekend, so Rae begrudgingly had to forego the cup of coffee she had been looking forward to getting on her way to work. When Rae arrived at work, she was looking forward to the warm, coziness of an office building with the heater running to help warm her up from her walk to work that morning; however, she quickly realized upon arriving at work that the heating system was not functioning correctly and there was no one available to fix the heating system until Tuesday, due to the holiday. 

Ugh, fucking Christmas ruins everything…

Mondays at work were generally pretty quiet and today was no exception. Most of Rae’s coworkers had taken off work today to spend another day with their families, but Rae was more than happy to return to the city for work opposed to spending any additional time with her family.

When Rae’s scheduled break time finally came, Rae was thankful for the fifteen minutes to walk around outside and warm up a bit, as the sun was shining and it felt warm on her skin through her clothes despite the chill in the air.

When Rae had a few minutes left in her break, she returned to the break room and purchased an energy drink from the vending machine. She took a few long drinks from the can before setting it into the office refrigerator for her to finish after she got off of work.

Rae sat back down in her desk chair when she returned from break and got back to work responding to customers when after a while she sensed—rather than saw—someone walk up and sit down in the seat beside her.

“Hey stranger,” she greeted with a smirk as she quickly finished typing the message she had started, sent it, and turned in her desk chair to meet the familiar, warm dark brown eyes of the person who had taken a seat at the empty desk beside her.

Note to self: “Hey stranger” as a greeting holds the same meaning and creates the same sexual tension as “make me” during a squabble…

“Rae…” Finn’s eyes lit up when he said her name and they locked eyes, derailing his train of thought and making him forget what else he intended to say to Rae in that moment.

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve seen you, Finnley! We really missed you…”

“I missed you, Mae…like a lot!” Finn chuckled and blushed lightly as he turned his head away to avoid making direct eye contact with Rae. 

I told him “we” missed him, but Finn just openly admitted to missing me in particular! No fucking way!

“So where have you been for the last couple weeks?” Rae asked as she picked up another customer conversation in an attempt at nonchalance.

“I was traveling a bit…with my band—”

Wait, did Finn just say...

“With your band? You’re in a band..?” Rae asked, her eyebrows furrowing as in confusion as she was fairly sure that she had misheard what Finn said. 

Fucking hell, as if this bloke needed to get any more attractive!

“Yeah, I’m in a punk band…” 

Of course you are.

“And I play the bass.”

“Of course you fucking do!” Rae rolled her eyes as she said this, which caused Finn to laugh and grin at Rae and she quickly realized that she had said her last thought aloud.

"What's that supposed to mean, Mae? What's wrong with me being in a band and playing bass?" 

Well…shit.

"It's just I always find myself...drawn to guys—I mean people—that are in bands...so I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you're musically inclined as well"

"You say the weirdest things sometimes," Finn was still chuckling before he smiled at Rae and looked at her with his dark brown eyes full of sincerity, "but I love that about you. I like talking to you, and in case you haven't noticed, I don't really like talking to anyone."

"Well...I like talking to you too, and I'm very selective about who I talk to." Rae replied, her cheeks still tinged slightly pinker than they would usually be.

"So I guess I'm one lucky guy, huh?" Finn smirked and winked at Rae but did not turn his desk chair away from her even as she returned her eyes to her computer screen to continue assisting customers.

"I, uh...I really missed you Rae...like probably too much," Finn chuckled nervously before continuing. "How was your Christmas? What gifts did you get? Don't spare me the details! I haven’t been able to see ya or talk to ya in weeks and I want to know all about it, girl!”

"My Christmas was okay,” Rae began shifting nervously about being the center of attention as Finn remained focused on her, not even making an attempt to seem like he was actually working, “I spent the day with my family and I did a lot of cooking. And for presents I mostly just got some new clothes, some proper baking equipment so I can bake more often and work on my decorating skills, and a new record player.”

“That’s great, Rae! I’m so glad to hear that you got some nice gifts. And it’s so fucking cool that you got a record player! Did you get any records or do you already have some?” Finn asked, his eyes shining with a child-like happiness as he dove into yet another discussion about music with Rae that he has missed dearly in the weeks he has been gone.

“Yeah, I got a few records…Nirvana, Pearl Jam, The Offspring, and The Ramones…most of them are just the Greatest Hits compilations, but yeah…I’m really excited to give’em a spin!”

“That’s a great start to a collection, Rae! I have a few records of my own that I think you might like, so just let me know if you ever wanna borrow some or, erm, hang out and listen to music together or whatever…” Finn broke eye contact for the first time during their conversation and looked down at his lap as he bounced his left leg rapidly and began biting the skin around his thumb nail.

“I’d love that, Finn! Thank you!” Rae added in a reassuring tone that made Finn smile and eased some of his tension and concerns.

“And you said you also got some new baking equipment or something?”

“Uh, yeah! I got a standing mixer and some new baking pans and trays, and some interchangeable decorating tips and stencils. I only had the basics at my apartment before this, so I’m happy that now I can learn new techniques and hone my decorating skills some more.”

Finn smiled as he noticed the light that came into Rae’s eyes when she was talking about something that she loves and truly enjoys. She noticed him grinning at her and tilted her head to the side in confusion. 

What did I say to make Finn look at me like that?

“You really love cooking and baking, huh?” Finn asked with genuine curiosity.

“I suppose so. I think it’s fun and a good way to relax…and I’ve had a number of people tell me I’m quite good at it, so I might as well enjoy cooking, right?” Rae replied, trying to downplay her passion for cooking and come across as casual as possible.

“I know you can bake—fuck, as if I could ever forget the cupcakes you made—but you seem like you’re a really good cook just in general.” Rae shrugged and blushed a bit at his flattery, but Finn was not content with her humbly brushing off the compliment.

“I’m serious, Rae! You could totally compete in those cooking show competitions! You know, like Chopped or Iron Chef or something like that…You would most likely win too!”

“Okay Finnley, I think you’re giving me a little bit too much credit for someone who has only ever tasted one thing I’ve cooked…”

“Perhaps you’re right…maybe you should cook me a romantic dinner one of these days and then I can truly be the judge of your talents.” Finn wiggled his eyebrows and winked at Rae, which made her blush and chuckle nervously. 

Finn is just joking, surely. He can’t be seriously about us having dinner together, obviously…but why does the look in his eyes give the impression that he meant what he said..?

Finn noticed Rae’s silence as she over-analyzed what he had said and wrongly interpreted it, assuming that his attempt at flirting had made her uncomfortable, so he quickly tried to get the conversation back on track. 

“No, but seriously. I don’t think I’m giving you too much credit, Rae…that one cupcake was more than enough to convince me. I just…I-I know that you’re amazing at everything you set your mind to and I can see the passion in your eyes when you talk about cooking.” Finn looked at Rae and smiled when the intensity of his stare cause her to look away before he continued.

“So even if you don’t believe it yet yourself, I know you have the talent and passion and I look forward to the day that I see you on TV and can brag to everyone I know that I was lucky enough to taste your cupcakes. And I’m gonna be so proud of you, girl!”

Rae was at a loss for words and was not entirely sure how to react to the unwavering confidence and belief Finn has in her abilities as a chef.

She tuned slightly in her chair to say something but her train of thought was completely derailed when she saw that Finn was still smiling at her, but he was paying extra attention to her facial features to get a better reading of her reaction.

Holy shit…is it possible that Finn could have gotten MORE fit in the two weeks since I saw him last? He’s so hot I could probably forgo the oven and bake cookies directly on this beautiful bloke in front of me!

Rae chuckled, which caused Finn to quirk an eyebrow up in confusion, and she shook the humorous thought of baking cookies directly on Finn’s naked torso from her mind before finally responding.

“Thank you, Finn. I don’t think I’ve ever known someone with so much faith in me or my cooking abilities…so I really appreciate that,” Rae cleared her throat before continuing, “Anyways! Enough about me and my life these last few weeks…you were off traveling with your fucking punk band! That’s amazing! How was that? What all did you do? Don’t spare me the details either.”

“Yeah, it was pretty great…at first…the first few shows we did were really good and we had a good sized crowd that listened to us even though we were only the opening act. But after about a week, all of us were missing our girlfriends and the people we had waiting for us here at home…And you never really know how much of a twat some of your friends are until you travel and share hotels with them non-stop for a week!”

Rae laughed and turned slightly to face Finn more directly as he continued with his story.

“Our last show was supposed to be on Christmas Eve—so I wasn’t going to be back with my family for Christmas—but we had our van broken into and stolen from the parking lot of our hotel one night, so we had to cancel the rest of our shows because all our equipment and a lot of our stuff was inside the van that was taken…”

“Holy shit, Finn! Are you serious? I am so sorry to hear that.” Rae met Finn’s gaze and his grimace turned into some semblance of a genuine smile when he saw the sincerity and overwhelming sympathy in Rae’s eyes.

“Yeah…it was pretty shitty…but this meant we were able to head home four days early and spend Christmas with our loved ones, so that was a blessing in disguise, I suppose.” Finn replied as he shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s a good way to look at it Finn! What did you and your family do for Christmas?”

“Nothing too interesting. It were just me, my dad, my stepmom, and my two sisters. I got some new clothes as well, a really nice blanket, and a popcorn popper from my family…I just felt really guilty that I didn’t have gifts to give them in return.”

Rae tilted her head to one side and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, waiting for Finn to go on. Finn proceeded to tell Rae that the day before their van was stolen, him and his band mates had spent their free day visiting the shops around the town they were in to get the last of their Christmas gifts for family, friends, and significant others.

“Well, ya see, all the gifts I gotten for people were in the back of the van that got stolen…” As the understanding sunk in, Rae gasped and gave Finn an apologetic look as he continued telling the story.

“I was gutted to see that everything I had was taken because some of the gifts had sentimental value and special meaning—they weren’t just bought from a store—so it’ll be nearly impossible for me to replace all the gifts, but I am gonna try. Do you think people will be upset that I couldn’t give them a gift?” Finn broke eye contact, shifting his gaze to examine his fingernails that he had bitten down significantly while coping with recent stressful events. 

“Finn, of course not!” Rae finished the message she was typing before reaching her left hand over to gently squeeze his hands where they rested on the desk beside her before continuing, “This wasn’t your fault at all, so anyone should be able to understand why you weren’t able to give them a gift. It means enough that you tried and that you are trying to make it up to them, I honestly don’t even think you should concern yourself with what other people will think. If you have the right people in your life, they will be more than understanding of the situation…”

Rae studied Finn’s face, which was now turned slightly away from her as he stared at the ground, and the panic began to set in as she began to second-guess what she had just said to him. Finn then looked up at Rae from under his thick eyebrows and a grin spread slowly across his face when their eyes met.

“I’m not sure how, but I had a feeling you’d say something like that, Rae,” Finn finally replied, chuckling nervously as he ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “I like that mentality.”

Rae and Finn fell into a comfortable silence for the remaining hour of her shift, as she kept responding to customers and Finn began assisting the first customers of his shift despite being logged into his computer for a few hours.

When the clocks on the wall nearest to them chimed, signaling the new hour, Rae logged off of her computer and stood from her desk chair to leave.

“Okay, I’m leaving for the day. It was really nice to see ya today, Finn…” 

Don’t you say it, Rae…Don’t you dare fucking say it!

“I, uh…I really missed you while you were gone too, Finn.” 

Fuck…you said it.

Rae hurried out of the building, not willing to wait for Finn’s response to her admitting that she had missed him, as she was sure that his reaction would not be a good one.

***

As she walked along the perimeter of the building toward the seating area in which a number of shaded stone tables served as the designated “smoking area” near their office complex, Rae took a seat at one of the tables that was in direct sunlight in an attempt to recover some of the warmth she had been lacking inside the building for the last few hours.

Rae was sitting at this table for a few minutes, drinking the remainder of her energy drink and scrolling through her social media accounts when she noticed someone walking quickly towards the table she was sitting at.

“Fancy seeing you here! Why are you sitting out here alone?”

Rae looked up to see Finn standing in front of the table she was sitting at and she could clearly tell that he was debating if he should take a seat as well or not.

“Hiya Finn…I haven’t seen you in ages!” Rae joked before continuing, “I was really cold, so I wanted to warm up a bit before walking home so I’m sitting here in the sun…and I wanted to finish drinking my energy drink…”

“Well…I can think of a few things we could do that could warm ya up…” Finn replied with a smirk as he sat down at the opposite side of the table facing Rae, which caused her to blush a deep red color.

“So…uh…what are you doing out here, Finn?”

“I’m on my break. Normally I like to walk laps around the building to get my blood pumping a bit or I’ll go get some food or coffee, but while I was walking today I saw you sitting here and well…”

“Oh! I’m sorry I’m ruining your break time. I can leave if ya want—”

“No! I mean…you don’t have to leave on my account. I want to sit and talk to you for a bit while I’m on break, if that’s alright with you. We still have a lot of making up for lost time to do, girl!”

“Okay…so what do ya wanna talk about, Finnley?”

“Uhm…do you wanna hear about a couple of my New Year’s resolutions?” Rae nodded and took another sip of her energy drink, giving Finn an encouraging smile as she waited for him to speak.

“Well…I want to start going to the gym more often. To get a bit healthier and build some muscles, you know? And…uh…I really want to stop smoking.”

“That’s great Finn! I’m happy to hear you’re making some choices to put your health first in this upcoming year.”

“Yeah…I mean, I don’t like that I smoke and I know a lot of people that matter to me that don’t like when the people around them smoke, so I’m willing to make those changes for them and for myself.”

Rae took another drink of her energy drink and watched in curiosity as Finn rolled an acorn back and forth on top of the table before he looked up to meet her eyes.

“What about you, Rae? Do you have any New Year’s resolutions?”

“Uh, not really. I don’t think they’re very effective—for me at least—and I almost never accomplish them, so I rarely make resolutions…I do, however, like to assess what the year that is ending meant for me and what I want the next year to bring…in general terms, at least.”

“So what do you want the year 2017 to bring you?”

“Well in 2016, I experienced a lot of high highs and low lows…and…well, I don’t really know how to say this without ranting about the intricacies of my screwed up life, but…”

“Rae, I understand if you don’t wanna tell me, but I just want to let you know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you and even if I can’t help, I can promise you that I will try my fucking best to help however I can….I want you to trust me, Rae.”

Rae was caught off-guard by his sincerity as she searched his eyes for any indication that he did not mean what he was saying.

“Okay…well, I’ve had a rough few years. And by that, I suppose I mean that the last six years of my life have been very difficult and almost always seemed to be getting worse with each passing year…but even just the small changes I’ve made in my life in the last few months I think are small steps towards where I want to be…So I want 2017 to help me realize who are my true friends and help me surround myself with people that genuinely care for me and want me to be happy. I also want to keep working towards loving myself and embracing who I am at this point in my life, and yeah…I guess my new year’s resolution for 2017 would just be to be happy.” 

She took a deep breath and before she could psych herself out of saying what was on the tip of her tongue, Rae added “And I'm not entirely sure why, but I do trust you Finn…” 

As soon as the words left her lips, she immediately looked down at her hands on top of the stone table and busied herself with examining her long, polished red fingernails. 

“Oh, Rae…I’m so glad you felt comfortable telling me that and you don't know how happy I am to hear that you trust me,” he paused briefly and stared at her with a gentle smile until she looked up to meet his eyes and he continued, “I want you to be happy, girl. I know that you especially deserve to be happy because you’re world-class…and no, Rae, I’m not just saying that to be nice. I mean it. And I want to do whatever I can as your coworker and close mate and…well, whatever you want me to be, to help you be happy.” 

How did I get lucky enough to know such a fit boy that also has a heart of gold? I must have won the lottery or stepped into a parallel universe because this sort of shit never happens to Rae Earl…

Rae and Finn kept talking about everything and anything, just enjoying the pleasantly warm afternoon weather and each other’s company when Finn happened to glance at his phone to check the time.

“Shit…my break ended a while ago. I should probably head back to work now…I suppose. So...what your plans for the rest of the day, Rae?” Finn asked as he begrudgingly stood from the table and gave Rae a shy smile.

“My plans…for the rest of today? Well I was just gonna go back to my apartment…but I think maybe I’ll go to the Secret Garden instead.”

“Wait…Did you say, uh, ‘secret garden’…?”

“Yeah! It’s this little garden on campus where I’ve been growing some plants and vegetables for the last couple months…it’s well-hidden and almost no one knows about it, so it’s my secret garden. I like going there to just relax, or listen to music and think from time to time…”

“Oh, that’s so cool, Rae! And that sounds like a lot of fun…I wish I could come along so you could show me around your secret garden and I can just keep hanging out with you…but instead I have to go back to work.” 

Wait a second! Did Finn just openly admit how much he wants to keep hanging out with me and have me show him around my garden?

Every sexual innuendo Rae's friends have been making for the last few month since Rae took this gardening class came to mind and she tried to contain the giggle and ignore the blush that was creeping into her cheeks at the memory of Chloe’s advice to try to find a nice bloke who wanted to explore Rae's “lady garden”. 

FOCUS RAE! Finn Nelson just told you how much he'd rather spend time with you than go back to work...and he's clearly interested in exploring your secret garden, which could be literal or figurative and mean something sexual...in either case, I'm not complaining, but you have to say something! And DON’T FUCK IT UP, RAE!

“Uhm...well, I wish we could keep chatting and hanging out too, but you've already missed two weeks of work and what kind of influence would I be on you if I was the reason you ditch work less than halfway through your first day back?”

“I don't care...being with you is worth getting in trouble for missing work…” Finn replied almost immediately.

“Well I'm flattered you think that, Finn, but I just couldn't do that in good conscience. But…” Rae paused for dramatic effect and to ensure that she had Finn’s undivided attention, “I'd be more than happy to give you a personal tour of my garden another time, okay? So just consider this a rain check yeah?”

“Yeah, okay! I just hope it's soon...I'm excited to see this ‘secret garden’ of yours and experience it first-hand…” Finn added with a wink and his signature crooked smirk. 

Yup...that’s most definitely a euphemism…

 “I look forward to seeing you again very soon, Rae!”

“Yeah, for sure. Enjoy the rest of your shift at work, Finnley!”

He was already walking away quickly as she said this, since his fifteen minute break was going on nearly thirty minutes now and he couldn't risk being any later than he already was, but he turned back to face Rae where she still sat at the stone table before sighing longingly and adding, “Without you there, girl? It's impossible for me to enjoy work anymore when you're not around me...take care, love!” And he quickly turned and kept walking until he was out of Rae's line of sight. 

Holy shit...I have so much new information and stories to share with the girls now that Finn is back in town and back in my life!

Rae sighed dreamily and as she walked to her Uni campus and into the secret garden to tend to her plants. 

This handsome dickhead gives me heart palpitations in the best ways possible…

And as she watered her bush of luscious red roses that were just beginning to bloom, she could not wipe the dopey lovesick grin from her face as her favorite cover of Can't Help Falling in Love crooned from her Bluetooth speakers.

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A/N: Hey there! I'm back again lol. So I'm at a point where I can take this story in two very different directions, but I have not decided which just yet. I want to do right by you all, the readers, but I also want to stay true to myself and gain some form of catharsis because I have literally been detailing some of my most recent relationship drama under the guise of MMFD fanfic for like 10? chapters now...so we'll just have to wait and see where the story takes me...in the meantime: I'm always here to answer your questions, gossip about MMFD and other MMFD fanfics, and get to know you guys, so...let's be friends, yeah? 😘😁😁😘

#mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction #chapter 9 #my writing

[fiery-assassin-arc]

Not your Rainbow; I'm a Forest Fire.

FINALLY I WROTE THE WHOLE HE EXPLAINS WHAT HE DID PART in Of sHADOWS AN FLAMES. YASSSS, AND WRITING THE OTHER CHAPTER AT NEAR 2 IN THE MORNING. UNTIL I BLACK OUT THAT IS.

Triggers: blood, violence, death mention.

5 pages on my documents... have fun reading peeps.

Tea. Bacon, sausage, potatoes. Fried eggs. French Toast on the side. Butter sliding down into the path of powdered sugar and near the small cup of maple syrup. That is what I am served this very morning in my room. It looks like how it did four months ago, with one small exception:

Christian isn't here.

This sours the taste of food in my mouth, fearing the worst of my precious friend. A part of me also prays for Pomegranate to be okay.  She's always been pretty protective, and to avoid any danger should it come to her or me.

My ladies-in-waiting tend to my feet and my wounds. The lacerations on my back can be healed, but it will scar up, much to my anger to wanting them gone for good. At least I have one memory of Outworld with me . . . my whip.

“Where is my father?” I ask Genevieve, watching her face turn back to cleaning my wounds. “And mother?”

“His Royal Highness requests to see you in the throne room.” Ingrid says, moving from my feet. The throne room? Father only asks me there for two things: unless I have gotten into trouble, or he needs help for mom on their anniversary. I think it's their 25th Anniversary coming up . . .

I return to my meal, observing the dress I am supposed to be wearing. It is a dress color of fire and smoke. Black and gray swirling in a vicious wave of fire surrounding the skirt. The bodice is heart-shaped, custom fitted. Backless.  “I don't remember this dress in my wardrobe.”

“Your father requested that be made for your return, my princess.” Genevieve explains.

But where are they? Having a meeting with the Council? I thought they would take even a minute out of their day to be by my bedside. Then I remember the kingdom sometimes come first; it's out of our control.

I put my fork down, the shine of my engagement ring killing my appetite. I haven't taken it off for months, even when I felt my fingers lose muscle to support it. Remington is always with me, in spirit.

I still love him.

I roll out of bed, taking my tasks with time. Going towards my rose gold clawfoot tub, I fill it with hot water and that soap that smells like fresh fruit.  I remove the nightgown from my body, seeing a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

The dark circles are about to fade, and my face is given some more color. I almost look back to normal.    My fingers latch on to the edge, steam rising across the bathroom. “I'd like to be left alone, please.” I say.

Scuffling of heels echo in my room before leaving me in the silence. And that is what terrifies me the most. My breathing is the only noise. Christian isn't here to give me a cure. My family is okay. But they're not coming in. I don't hear Pom outside.

I turn off the water and step in the water, feeling every muscle relax from being clenched. My hands float, my skin is scorching, but I love this feeling of home.  The scent of home. I light a candle, and sink down in the water.

Just relax, you're home. Nothing is going to happen ever again. I will not be harmed. I will be safe. I will miss Remington, but I will find love again.

I close my eyes. Sigh, pray. And shiver as my eyes open again.

Mia.

“What?” Water fills my throat, and I make the mistake of swallowing it. She looks scared, her violet eyes wide. Her hair is much longer, pretty curls dangling from her shoulders. In a pristine white nightgown.

I push my hands in the water, feeling my chest grow hotter, heart punching me in the ribs. Mia is alive and touching my face with her hands, making me calm.

Light penetrates my eyes as Mia's image vanishes the moment I lift my head above water. I cough and sputter the water, running a hand through my hair. “Mia,” I say, trying to have her come back to me.

“Mia!”

But she's not here. I don't see her anymore. This silence hurts like hell.

I'm running down the stairs to see my father and mother. Excitement pulses through my veins, giving me the sensation I'm flying in my high heels. I missed them so much it gave me an intense heartache. I'm going to see them.

Mom will hug me. Dad will caress my hair and call me his little firebird. The servants are still giving me looks of disbelief, surprised that I am alive. I'm fine. I'm not an illusion. Yet as I walk down the hall, I see our family portraits—of my mother, father, brothers and I—are shrouded in a black curtain.

Strange.

When I knock on the doors to the room, no one answers, but I hear soft snickering. “Papa, are you okay?” No answer. Unlike him. Very unlike him.

I push the doors open, and shiver at the sight before me. He . . . he can't be. No, no, no, no, no. How is he right there.

Remington sits with a leg on top of the arm of the throne, lifting a strawberry from the finest of china to his pink lips. His skin isn't pale and bloody anymore, it is reinvigorated and pure. The thick curls are no longer walnut brown, they are a rich black. They secure the family crown like claws. But his eyes—oh god, his eyes—

They are still the same burning hazel I fell in love with.

I had just gotten to terms with his death months ago, and yet, he's here. Alive. With a heart b e a t.

“Ah,” His voice is slick and warm; honey into hot tea. “They were right all along, you're alive.”

“I—but—b-b-but—I felt you die. You t-t-told me to run—HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE—ImissyouandIloveyou.”

With inhuman speed, he is in front of my face, the strawberry falling to the floor. Two fingers. From his left hand come to curl underneath my chin. “Hm, your shadow tells me you've suffered. Greatly.”

I almost snort in front of him. It was unladylike, he said. “Am I dreaming?”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no.” He makes clicking noises, and puts his thumb on my lips. “You're awake. I'm just surprised you're alive.”

“I was as well; I mean, you perished in front of me—”

“Kano promised me your corpse on a silver platter.” His bottom lip juts out, the pink skin trapped by his white teeth. “Guess I won't be getting a refund since I paid him after the whole  . . . attack.”

My blood runs like ice. My heart is stone, my brain malfunctions; flatlines like a heart monitor. He paid Kano to do this? To make me the way I am now. A shell in my body. A killer. I am scarred. My fingers touch the faint scars that are revealed on my back.

“What?”

Remington is still expecting my face, my neck, sliding a hand to my back and presses a hot-and-cold finger to my scar. It takes everything in me not to scar. “I paid him to kill you, sweetheart, if you didn't give me the information I required.”

He pulls away and starts to circle me, darkness sweeping over his features like blush for makeup. “You never did ask what I was doing, going out on trips and such. I admired that you kept your nose out of my work. What I had accomplished, was a nice little bargain with the Emperor in order to be King. At a few measly prices. Location of where the scrolls of your kind were for . . . recreational purposes, in a way.

“Outworld is going out of order, darling. They need to unite with us, and with unions, comes strings, as you know better than most.” He's explaining this as if I'm a child. “And your kingdom had to pay . . . for killing my father.” He pauses for two heartbeats, and grins wildly. “Kidding about the father, by the way.”

I'm still frozen.

“I wanted some piece of immunity should Outworld ever collide in a full-frontal scale war with Earthrealm. My home, safe from harm. The scrolls involving your kind's longevity of life was a crucial piece Emperor Kotal Kahn wanted, or was it D'vorah . . . Anyway, they wanted it so if they can replicate that into Outworld soldiers, oh, their civil war will end with the old Empress, Mileena.”

“I could have asked anyone for where it can be, but I knew it best to ask you. You're the youngest child, vulnerable and sweet; your brothers would have probably told you what they were. But damn it all, you never let it slip.” He claps his hands, and it echoes in the room. I don't hear anything else but his voice.

“So, I had to take matters into my own hands. I hired Kano to be my messenger, of a sort. To scare you, merely, into telling him where it is, so it passes to me. If you didn't keep talking, he'd kill you.” Remington breathes, deep. “Unfortunately for me, he didn't kill you. Again, lost a huge amount. 25 million koins down the drain.” A frown settles as a shape for his mouth. It doesn't suit him.

“One thing I don't understand,” I say, mouth dry like sandpaper.

“And that is?”

“The . . . my family .. .

“The attack on the palace, if you're wondering . . . my doing. I want it to look like your family was slaughtered by the demons. You as well.”

“Yet y-y-you—”

“Theatrics my dear. And the blood you saw? A bag full of  raspberry jam.” He runs his tongue over his lips. “Delicious! Your screams were a symphony, my dear. They reminded me of someone, too. Ah, what was her name again?”

Can't. Breathe.

If he says what her name means to me, I am going to explode.

“Mila, no, no. What was it. . .” He snaps his fingers against his temple, wiring his brain to figure it out. “Amelia, or Mia, for short.”

My heart melts the bones from my ribcage and slips on his black shoes in a bloody mess. I'm thinking 8 months ago, when I held her lifeless body in my arms. And I swore, I would find her killer like my girls wanted to do.

I cannot imagine that I've been in love, was going to M A R R Y a murderer. He took my family, my life, my friends, my everything to fulfill his plan.

“When you left and had Kano to be your care, I had a talk with your parents. Oh, Iris, they were so scared of what happened to their children.” A dark cackle escapes him.  “A few people in the dungeon, talking to other political officers, I was officially King of Sorai.”

Hot tears slip down my face, letting each piece connect like magnets. How he did it. How he plotted. He killed Mia. He killed my sister. All for being King, for keeping a pact with Kotal Kahn. Not caring for me in the slightest. He is the lowest of all scum.

The emotions inside me melt the icy blood in my veins, pumping, sending wave upon wave of hot energy throughout my core. Hands begin to ball into fists, and I am whispering prayers that I can bring myself to kill him now.

I hate you and I want you to bleed

Goddess of Fire, give me your strength.

Goddess of War, send me your power.

“Such a fool you were.”

I am taking all of the heat from this room and powering it into my flames. If he burns, I will burn with him. And I will take this war higher.

Not lifting the skirts of my dress, I lift my foot high above my head to slam into his sculpted chin. The crystal-beaded shoe box cuts right into his cheek, spraying the air with perfume dots of blood, with pretty diamonds coming from his mouth. I hear them clatter to the tile floor. Teeth.

He groans and stumbles, hand touching his face. He has a bruise forming, and he looks vicious, not, no, NEVER the man I knew. I'm not done here. Red flashes in my eyes.

I don't have time to pounce on my newfound enemy before two pairs of arms grab me from behind. My guards. MY GUARDS ARE HOLDING ME HOSTAGE. “RELEASE ME, NOW!”

“Take her to the dungeons!” Remington burbles, mouth full of blood.

“Don't you do this to me!” I scream against my guards. They pull me away, obeying their new king. I kick and thrash, but it useless. I am still yelling, even as Remington gives me a smile.

He won.

#tw: blood mention #violence #tw: death mention