(A short piece, inspired by Elsewhere University, based on the Ballad of Minepit Shaw)
The bellow of a brass hunting horn broke the chilly night air, echoed by the baying of hounds as Suzie and Kath sprinted across the building site waste ground in front of Pelham house. Suzie held her high heels in one hand, and a bottle of vodka which was not hers in the other, while Kath had dropped her shoes a few metres back, and clutched two bottles of what she had assumed were fancy coloured spirits. They shifted in their bottles against rhythm of Kath’s run.
“Fucking Pelham house!” Kath panted. “Party flats my arse!”
“Of course he’s a fucking Gent!” Suzie groaned in exasperation. “Of course he is!”
Neither of them risked a look behind them, but they both swore they heard thundering hooves and slobbering hounds. In their panic, they had made a bee-line for the muddy expanse where builders were already sinking the piles for the new Shaw House accomodation. Kath spotted a large bulldozer and grabbed Suzie’s shoulder, pulling her towards it. They ducked under it’s backhoe and pressed themselves against the shadows behind it.
They stood there holding their breath, hearing pad of paws against soft earth drawing closer. Suzie muttered and mumbled what sounded like prayers, fiddling in her purse for a packet of salt, or a bolt, or some little iron trinket. Kath leaned towards the edge of the bulldozer, about to risk a glance around, when a hand clamped on to her shoulder.
She was too startled to scream, but Suzie wasn’t, letting out a short, sharp squeak of terror. A man stood before them, dressed exactly like a campus security guard, except for the fact that every inch of clothing on his body was green. He wore a green cap, green shirt, green slacks, green boots, forest green hi-vis, even his maglite cast a pale green light over the two girls.
“Goodness, you’re in a mess aren’t you?” he said, almost off-hand, as though commenting on the weather.
Suzie looked fit to scream again, but Kath spoke first.
“Please, you have to help us. There’s a guy out there hunting us!” she said, her voice almost cracking with fear, both real and exaggerated.
“Sounds like Lord Pelham,” the green guard said with a little grimace. “A powerful lad and no mistake. Getting suspended would be the least of your troubles. You must’ve done something pretty bad to rile him like this.”
Kath frowned, shifting the bottles awkwardly in her hands.
“Well, okay. We did something pretty stupid. But please, we’ll do anything.”
Suzie shot Kath an appalled look, and Kath sighed.
“Alright, I’ll do anything.”
The green guard smiled without showing his teeth.
“Lucky for you I’m no friend of Lord Pelham. Although, it would certainly be nice to have some kind of recompense for my magnanimity….”
Suzie (a Biomed student) frowned, but Kath did Literature. She laid her bottles on the ground, and nodded for Suzie to do the same.
“Well, I’d say that’s an ample gift. Step this way.”
Kath and Suzie stepped forward, and plunged into absolute darkness. Kath felt her hip bump into something hard, like a metal table edge.
“Just my little home. You’ll pardon me keeping it dark, but power bills are atrocious for my thousand crystal chandeliers,” came the voice of the green guard.
Suzie felt along the table edge and hopped up on to it, sitting on the edge.
“Not much in the way of furniture,” she said, shifting uncomfortably.
“I apologise,” came the guard’s voice. “I’ll admit that solid gold furniture inlaid with precious stones tends to be a little hard on the backside. I’ve only arrived recently, and haven’t had time to unload my thousand silk cushions.”
Suzie and Kath were silent for a moment. Kath ran her hand over the tabletop, feeling little lumps and bumps across its surface.
“It can’t really be gold, can it?” came Suzie’s voice.
“Even if it isn’t,” said the guard, “you’re a long way away from Lord Pelham, aren’t you?”
Kath didn’t respond. She supposed she owed him that much. She lay down on the table and closed her eyes, for all the difference it made in the dark.
When light came, it was harsh and hard. A bright autumnal morning dawned across the campus, bringing a cold breeze that blew across Kath’s sleeveless arms. She leaned up and looked around, and saw where she was. Then she let out a laugh.
She and Suzie had tumbled in the night and fallen into one of the pilings for Shaw House. She’d spent the night lying at the bottom of a muddy hole on a half-buried I-beam, and she could already feel the bruises where its rivets had dug into her. Suzie roused herself beside her, mumbling darkly about a headache.
At the top of the piling pit, a human head in a hard hat shouted down to them.
“Oh thank God!” it said. “I thought you were dead!”
“No!” Kath shouted up, smiling. “Although my friend may wish she was.”
* * *
It wasn’t until later that Kath got back to her room. On her desk was a note dotted with rhinestones and written in glittery green gel-pen.
It simply read, “Whether he was a security guard or a Gentleman, remember: ‘there’s more things told than are true, and more things true than are told’.”
At the bottom it had been signed by a ‘Lord Shaw’, in long looping handwriting.
A piece I wrote quite some time ago but has only ever been posted on AO3. I am not sure why I love this one so much. It’s not my best writing or my most imaginative work but for some reason I am really proud of it so thought I would share it here too. :-)
Jamie crouched beside the bed and traced his finger along the fiery tendril of hair spread across the pillow nearest him.
The child was sound asleep and he moved carefully so as not to disturb them. He looked around the bed but could not tell by the toys and books whether the child was male or female. There were no clothes laid out and he didn’t dare try opening the drawers beside the bed. The child whimpered in its sleep and then cried out, a single wail that pierced the quiet of the house. Blue eyes fluttered open and fixed on Jamie’s own identical eyes.
“Aye a leannan, it’s me.” Jamie nodded, trailing his finger across the curve of his bairns cheek. The child shivered and he withdrew his hand at the same moment as he heard a door open down the hall. Jamie pressed himself into the shadows, raising a finger to his lips. The bedroom door creaked open and flooded the room with light, brighter and more insistent than any candle Jamie had ever seen.
“Bree?” A man’s voice called softly. Jamie held his breathe as the man stepped into the room. His hair was short and he wore a strange loose fitting shirt and trousers in the same blue striped fabric but there was no mistaking his face. Randall. Jamie tensed in his crouch and his hand silently moved across his hip to his dirk. The child sat up in bed and blinked.
Jamie drew the blade and braced himself; ready to attack.
“Yes sweetheart, I’m here. What are you doing awake?” Randall asked and Jamie hesitated. His voice was different, gentler and a little deeper. Randall crossed the room and sat on the bed beside Jamie’s child, gently smoothing the hair back from … her face? Jamie thought now that she must be a girl. His daughter then. Claire’s daughter. Jamie’s heart hammered in his chest and he was sure it was loud enough that they could hear it but neither of them looked towards him. He felt like an intruder but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.
“The Big Man was here again Daddy.” The little girl said, her voice thick with sleep, kneeling on the bed as she wrapped her arms around Randall’s neck. Jamie bit his lip hard enough to taste blood. Had he been here before? He didn’t remember this place but surely he would not forget his wee lass?
“Ah the Big Man.” Randall smiled and kissed the girls temple. Jamie longed with every fibre of his being to snatch the child from his arms and cradle her himself, to be the only man that kissed her head and the only one she reached for when she woke in the night. His hands were shaking but he forced himself to remain still.
“He always looks so sad.” She continued and Randall smiled down at her
“Ah well I am sure seeing you made him feel better, Bree.” He crooned, laying Bree gently down in the bed and pulling the blanket over her.
“She’s at the hospital. She’ll be home in the morning. Now close your eyes and get some sleep.”
The little girl yawned and obediently closed her eyes. Randall sat with her until her breathing turned heavy and then stood and faced the darkest corner of the room where Jamie crouched, his eyes fixed on a spot where Jamie’s face may have been if he was standing.
“I don’t know if you’re still here but if you are I want you to know that they are both safe and well. Now bugger off.”
He murmured; his voice deliberately low to ensure Bree was not disturbed. Jamie stood, slowly uncurling himself, straightening to his full height until he locked eyes with Randall.
The smaller man’s eyes flew open and then narrowed into a squint, not believing what he was seeing. The colour gradually drained from his face but neither man moved nor blinked.
Randall murmured finally. The light from the door way was getting brighter as Jamie stared at Frank and a sound like horses hooves hitting frozen earth filled the room but it seemed that Jamie was the only one to hear them. Jamie turned to look at his little daughter, whose name he now knew was Bree and her face was the last thing he saw before the light filled his eyes.
“Beidh mé cuimhneamh tú!” Jamie cried out as her face diappeared into the light. *I will remember you* * “MILORD! Wake up! The English, please ye must hide!” Jamie’s entire body jerked and he blinked up at Fergus. “What …?” “Now Milord, there is no time!”
Fergus shook Jamie’s shoulder and disappeared from view. Jamie sat up and desperately tried to piece together the fractured fragments of his dream. There had been a child … Randall …
“Bree?” Jamie mumbled, staggering to his feet as Fergus appeared in the doorway, his expression frantic.
“Brie? Milord, I will get you whatever cheese your heart desires, just please, for now … MOVE!”
The boy whispered, shoving Jamie bodily in the direction of the ladder he had placed beneath the attic. Jamie’s awareness finally shifted to his present situation and he scaled the ladder without another word, deftly dragging the ladder up behind him as heavy boots pounded the stairs.
Alone in the dark Jamie desperately tried to piece together the dream he had been having but nothing made any sense. Had he been rescuing a child from Randall? Perhaps that was it. Maybe he was dreaming of that night in Paris with Fergus. Jamie rested his head in his hands. He had slept so heavily that he had not heard the English arrive but he did not feel rested at all.
* What he could not know, what he would never know, was that two hundred years in the future, a historian was sat at his desk with a glass of whiskey clutched between his trembling hands and was making up his mind to begin a search through time for a man he had previously refused to believe existed.
She sprinted through the Birmingham streets, skirts flowing wildly around her. She could hear him behind her, his heavy steps growing closer each second. In a last ditch attempt to get rid of him she ducked around a quiet corner and pressed herself into the shadows. She was leaning against a cold stone wall in a little alley. No-one could see her in here, and she was confident that no one would walk down it either. She could still hear him running, his footsteps so familiar to her. Suddenly they disappeared. Ha, she thought, victorious. She to took a moment to catch her breath. Goddamn that boy had stamina, he’d chased her from one side of the city to the other. A few moments passed and she decided she was safe, pushing herself of the wall she began walking down the alley with a stupid grin on her face. Suddenly, she was pulled backwards and slammed into the wall. She open her mouth to scream but a hand covered it. She struck out at the body it was attached to - to no avail. That’s when she saw it, those intelligent blue eyes swirling with mischief.
Hi having a bad day :( would appreciate if you could write me something fluffy to cheer me up?? But only if you're not too busy..
title I love you summary for those days that don’t feel so good pairing itasaku
“Haruno-san. You have a visitor,” someone whispered. No one nudged each other in the lab. Explosions, both metaphorical and literal, were bound to happen that way.
“Mm…who?” asked Sakura without looking up. She set the flask down on her workstation. Rubbing at her nose with the inside of her wrist, she glanced over at her coworker. He shrugged.
“Some Uchiha. Brooding. Dark hair. Can’t tell which he is,” he answered. Sighing, Sakura nodded. Better honesty than a random guess. To the untrained eye all Uchiha could look equally sulky and unapproachable. She had often described them as a clan of cats in human bodies. (To which Sasuke had conceded with minimal protest.)
“Excuse me! You can’t just waltz in here! You could contaminate everything!” someone grumbled from across the lab.
Completely ignoring the warnings, he trudged in, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Sakura started when his forehead connected with her shoulder.
“SHISUI-SENPAI! I almost spilled that!” she shrieked as she whirled.
“I need you,” Shisui said, dodging her angry swats.
“Get out, you degenerate,” she snapped in return. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her wrists.
“Not like that. Like I need your help. Let’s go,” Shisui retorted just as angrily. Hefting her over his shoulder like a sack of rice, he hauled her out of the lab. His grey flak jacket and the sword on his back probably had something to do with the fact that not a single person stepped in to defend her.
(This is a bit of an AU and not realistic at all probably so I apologise but these are fluffy prompts so I’m focusing on fluff not plot here! I hope there aren’t too many inaccuracies for you)
18: “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
You ran into the alleyway and slammed your back into the wall, chest heaving as you pressed yourself into the shadows further. A couple of people from your clan passed by, just missing you as they didn’t have the enough wit to look more carefully. You let out a sigh of relief, allowing yourself to finally even out your breathing. Your head was spinning slightly and you could feel the bile in your throat but you swallowed it down, attempting to refocus on what you had come here for.
Two firm arms encircled your waist from behind and, your senses being on such high alert, you just whirled on your supposed attacker and had him on his back in an instant, hand held to his throat.
“What a welcome…” the man choked out and you let out a small gasp, taking away your hand instantly and offering it to him to help him up.
“I’m sorry,” you tucked a stray hair behind your ear nervously as you cast your eyes downward, “I thought you were-”
Genji chuckled lightly, a hand rubbing his throat. He shook his head fondly at your apologies and wrapped you up in another hug, one that you fully responded to this time. He even picked you up slightly off the ground, your arms flinging themselves around his neck in surprise. Both of you clung to each other almost desperately, wondering secretly how much longer this could possibly last.
“How are you?” you asked, leaning back from the embrace just enough so that you could see his face as you talked. He shrugged.
“Out of breath,” he said and instead of laughing as he had intended, your face fell. He was out of breath. You were out of breath. It shouldn't be like this. Genji’s deep sigh broke you from your thoughts.
“Please don’t tell me you’re thinking again,” he raised his eyebrows at you, “I hate it when you do that.”
He muttered the last sentence and this time the laugh managed to break free from the solemn cage you had built for it. It was brief but it was enough to bring the light back to Genji’s eyes as he stared at you.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You said but there was little conviction in your tone, and you were growing weaker, unable to fight this much longer. Genji nodded.
“You’re right,” he said simply, “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am.” he tilted your head up to look in the eye and his shone with such sincerity you felt the last of your resolve melt away. Pressing a feather light kiss to his nose you gave a small smile.
“I love you too.”
And with that, you took your usual seats on the trashcans and talked through the night, finally realising what truly mattered to you.
ur smut is amazing could you do a malec or pynch fic where they make a sextape?
not gonna lie, as a film student i’m kind of proud of Ronan
It was possible that Ronan had come up with the most
brilliant idea in human history.
Ronan suggested it, nonchalantly and when they were with the
rest of their friend group so Adam couldn’t outwardly freak out, almost a week
ago, a month after Adam had cemented the date he’d be moving into his dorm and
a little less than a month after Ronan had come up with the idea. Adam, let’s make a sex tape before you
In that moment, Adam did not react except for a quirked
eyebrow (and perhaps a fair amount of blushing). He was interested, at least.
That was enough encouragement for Ronan; throughout the following week he
gently wheedled and whined, preaching to Adam his deep interest in the subject
and stoically enduring Adam’s refusals: You
know I’ll visit often. What if Noah or Gansey sees it? You don’t even know how
to use a tv, Ronan.
But he hadn’t yet said
It was Thursday night. Gansey and Blue had gone with Henry
to a drive-in movie the local library was hosting, the invitation to which
Ronan had turned down with an amount of scorn so lethal Gansey had banned him
from being within ten feet of Henry until the foreign add-on recovered. Opal
was sleeping over with Noah at Monmouth and Adam was working late, so Ronan
spent the evening leisurely and lovingly doing his chores around the barns
while Chainsaw flapped around him and he later fell asleep on the worn couch in
the dusty moon-lit living room.
He woke to a text from Adam. You up? Ronan’s glaring phone screen told him it was just after
Ronan propped his elbows and chin on a pillow and typed out
a reply with some difficulty, as his brain was still sleep stupid and his eyes
unfocused. Always. you coming to the
Adam’s reply was instantaneous. do you have that camera with you?
Ronan’s heart surged. Yes, he had the camera.
Adam must have assumed, because Ronan’s phone chimed again
before he could type a reply. I’m on the
jumping into your inbox last-minute to ask forrrr Iggy taking his s/o round Altissia for their first date, maybe with Prompto trying to sneak along behind so he can get cute pics of them to mark the occasion? ;3 headcanons or oneshot, whichever you like!
“Hey, Specs, look at you!” Prompto jeered, patting his friend on the shoulder from behind him as Ignis examined himself in the mirror. Ignis sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing them with his cleaning cloth.
“Yes, Prompto? What is it?”
“Nothin’,” Prompto shrugged. “Just wanted to check in on you and see how you’re doing. Big date tonight, from what the Big Guy’s told me.”
Ignis sighed again, his shoulders slumping. He should have known better than to tell Gladio. Confidential information rarely stayed secret amongst the four friends. He slipped his glasses back on his face and shot a stern look at Prompto’s reflection.
“Not that it is any of your business, nor should Gladio have revealed that bit of personal information to you, but yes, I do have a date tonight. I’m afraid the three of you will have to come up with your own dinner elsewhere.”
I imagine the sex.
The rattle of it,
His & Hers,
seams full of light,
heavy with it,
curving their bodies
like swans necks,
his fingers, before,
the same fingers,
on a different body,
open as a subway
skin on skin on skin,
on foggy windows,
into every shadow,
the same fingers, before,
pulling her throat strings,
into litanies of
greedy prayers, before,
not mine, before,
the grime of them,
furious with it,