3. Crimson Memories Repeat - This makes the list more on potential than anything else. It’s incredibly well written and already at 82k words, but it’s updates are sparse and it still hasn’t really gotten into the big stuff yet. Still, the plot is so intriguing and I sincerely hope it’s updated soon.
Again, there are a lot of good White Rose fics out there, but these are the only ones I’d consider “must read”
I really hope more writers come into this fandom. We have some good ones for sure, but I’m greedy and want more lol.
So for some reason, my cold dead heart felt kind of sappy tonight and this little valentines piece was born. Always use a condom when thinking of your OTP, or smushy crap like this happens.
SUMMARY: Killian is surprised at what awaits him when he gets home. Set during S6.
Killian made his way across the darkening
front lawn of their home and jogged up the steps, tucking the large bouquet of
roses into his left elbow so he could fish his key from out of his pocket.
Emma had insisted he not make a fuss today;
she was adamant she didn’t want any surprises or grand gestures. It had him
feeling slightly disheartened that she wouldn’t want him to shower her with
affection on a day made for love, but he’d kept to his promise… well, almost.
He’d still bought the finest roses Mo had to offer, and had a velvet box
containing a pair of silver and opal earrings. He’d spotted Emma glancing at
them as they walked around town one day and knew he wanted to get them for her.
He couldn’t let the day go by without giving her anything.
He wasn’t that type of man.
He found it odd that there was barely any
light coming from inside. The sun had only just set and it was far too early
for Emma to be in bed already.
He got the front door opened and stepped
inside cautiously, wondering why it was so dark.
The first thing he saw was the scattered
rose petals that decorated the floor and the stairs. The second thing he became
aware of was the warm orange glow radiating from various candles from within
the living area.
The third and final sight he glanced upon
was Emma, standing by the roaring fireplace, wringing her hands together as she
smiled at him nervously.
“Emma? What’s all this?” He asked,
surprised at the set up before him.
She smiled and held her hand out, gesturing
for him to join her.
warnings: hold onto your hats yall this one is cute
you yawned and stretched out, searching for morgan in your bed. he was always there when you woke up, so it was unusual that you couldn’t find him now. to be completely sure that your boyfriend of six years really wasn’t there, you rolled onto his side of the bed.
First of all, THANK YOU! You guys have stuck with us even though it’s been pretty much forever since we posted the last chapter. @outlandishchridhe and I have both been super busy the last few weeks. That will continue to be the case, but we’re really excited for the next chunk of chapters we have planned out. Because they are planned. Seriously we have dozens of scenes written for future chapters, we just have to get them there. But more will come, we just don’t know when.
A large chunk of this chapter was written by the amazing @outlandishchridhe. I saved a few of our conversations from our writing and might make a BTS post later because they’re hilarious.
Jamie had called the florist shop as he left the grocery store, knowing he only had so much time before some of the food Claire asked for melted. The florist had been helpful, as he had for the last several months. Jamie hadn’t been sure if what he was looking for even existed, but he had to try. Thankfully, the florist knew the exact thing and had the flowers ready by the time Jamie arrived.
When Jamie had finally emptied the boot of the groceries, he made one last trip down to pick up the last of the gifts. He’d been working on it for a few months now and he couldn’t wait to see Claire’s face when she opened it. He’d asked for another piece of ribbon to match the bouquet to wrap around his gift for her and he carefully tied to together before heading back inside.
Claire was still putting the groceries away as he walked in the door. She was holding their fussy son to her shoulder as she reached up into the cabinet, putting the last few items away.
Claire turned to look at him, eyeing him suspiciously as he held his hands behind his back.
He Tian was beginning to feel how little he’d slept the night before.
They traded places.
He still felt uncomfortable handing his keys over, but pushed it down and took a much needed nap as they continued in their way.
He woke awhile later when Mo Guan Shan pulled over, expecting a gas station.
Instead, he found they’d pulled off the road in front of a sign informing them they were entering a new town.
‘Everything ok?’ He Tian asked, yawning.
‘When do you have to go back to work?’
‘Technically never. Why do you ask?’
‘Well, there’s this place my family and I stayed the night several years back about an hour from here.’
‘It’s not a hotel. It’s little individual cabins. They have hot tubs and everything.’
‘You and your hot tubs, jeez.’ He Tian teased.
‘We all have a weakness. Don’t you?’
‘Bossy redheads, apparently.’
‘Really?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, surprised.
Mo Guan Shan smiled, pulling back onto the empty road, telling He Tian to get some more sleep.
He Tian relaxed back into the seat, feigning sleep, listening to Mo Guan Shan softly sing along to the music for another hour or so.
They turned down a gravel road and He Tian sat up.
Slowly, a cluster of small cabins came into view and they pulled into the visitors entrance.
Before Mo Guan Shan had the chance to so much as unbuckle his seatbelt, He Tian was out of the car.
He requested the nicest cabin they had, slipping the kid that followed him to the car a few bills, asking him to bring champagne and ‘some fruit or something.
‘Honeymoon?’ The kid asked with a sly smile.
‘It’s more like a first date.’
They stopped outside the sliding doors.
‘What’s your name, kid?’
‘You got a girlfriend, Kev?’
‘I’ll tell you what. You-discretely-help me out tonight, and i’ll finance a night just like this for the two of you.’
‘You can’t be serious.’
‘Deadly. Do we have a deal?’
‘God damn right we have a deal. Just tell me what you need.’
They conversed quietly for a few moments and Kev handed him the key, directing him to their cabin and telling him he’d be around shortly.
Mo Guan Shan followed He Tian’s directions, pulling into the small driveway a minute or so later.
‘Did you tell them about Felix?’
The cat in question growled when Mo Guan Shan picked up his carrier and grabbed his things.
He Tian retrieved their bags and followed him to the door, stepping around him to unlock it.
‘Sometimes it’s fun to have a secret just because you can.’
Mo Guan Shan whistled, long and low.
‘This is a bit nicer than I remember.’
‘I put in a request.’
‘I’ll pay you back for this.’ Mo Guan Shan promised.
‘Don’t start that shit.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Don’t start the money thing with me again.’
Mo Guan Shan shrugged, walking further into the large room with the cat carrier.
‘I think I’m going to set Felix up in the bathroom and let him calm down a bit.’
‘That’s probably a good idea.’ He Tian agreed.
He set up the litter box and food and tried to lure the cat from his carrier while He Tian wandered into the kitchen, called Jian Yi to let him know they were staying out of town another night and asking for him to feed his fish.
Jian Yi laughed softly.
‘Are you telling me you’re taking a vacation? I didn’t think that was something you were capable of doing.’
‘It looks that way.’
‘When are you coming back?’
‘So, there’s a chance you might not be coming home tomorrow?’
‘I guess we’ll see how it goes.’
‘No. I haven’t. I’m not going to. Stop it.’
‘If you say so.’
He Tian was about to hang up on him when Jian Yi yelled his name into the phone.
‘Are you having a good time?’
‘I really am.’
‘I’m glad. Zhengxi is too.’
Zhengxi protested in the background that he didn’t care at all.
He Tian laughed.
‘Alright, I’m going to go. I’ll keep you updated.’
The line disconnected.
He found Mo Guan Shan exploring the rooms.
‘Come with me.’ He Tian instructed.
Mo Guan Shan followed him up the stairs onto the large loft that served as the master bedroom with an enormous bed in the middle, and a large TV mounted on the wall across from it.
He Tian put their bags on one of the chairs and perused the bar.
Not a minibar.
An actual, well stocked, bar.
Mo Guan Shan continued into the bathroom.
‘Good news!’ He called.
He Tian joined him, smiling when he saw the individually wrapped toothbrush laid out by the sink.
The counter was covered in whatever small toiletries you could possibly need.
There was a huge bathtub, the kind with jets and built in stool type things that didn’t seem to have much of a purpose, and separate shower.
‘Hot tub?’ He Tian asked with a smile.
‘Hot tub.’ Mo Guan Shan agreed.
They made their way down the stairs and let themselves out through the backdoor.
Their view was ridiculous.
The leaves were beginning to change and they looked down over miles of colorful foliage.
The hot tub’s cover had been pulled back, the jets and lights already turned on, small tealights in frosted glass candle holders sat on any available surface flat enough to accommodate them safely.
Next to tub on a small wooden table sat a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a covered tray.
All of these items were surrounded by rose petals.
Mo Guan Shan looked to He Tian, eyebrows raised.
He simply shrugged, fighting a smug smile and popped the cork from the bottle, pouring two glasses and turning around to hand one off.
Instead, because he was as asshole, he watched Mo Guan Shan, where he stood a few feet away with his back turned, undress and gently remove the wrap around his ribs
His bruises were getting better, slowly but surely fading from a violent purple to deep red, ringed with a sickly yellow.
He’d noticed in the car that his lip was all but healed and the cut on his cheek would have been ready to lose the stitches if he hadn’t gone swimming and taken a shower with no attempt to keep it dry.
He Tian reminded himself to check on that later that night.
Lost in his thoughts, he’d forgotten to stop shamelessly staring until Mo Guan Shan cleared his throat, looking over his shoulder.
Having nothing to say for himself, he smiled sheepishly and offered Mo Guan Shan the glass.
Dropping and stepping out of his boxers, the redhead climbing up the small set of stairs that led to the raised hot tub and lowered himself into the warm water before holding his hand out for the drink.
Mo Guan Shan sank into one of the built in seats, groaned as the initial sting faded, and the heat began to relax his muscles.
He leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
He Tian stripped quickly and joined him, settling into his own seat a few feet away.
‘Feel good?’ He asked softly.
Mo Guan Shan lifted his head, readjusting himself.
‘Absolutely amazing. I didn’t even realize how sore I was.’
‘I can give you a massage later, if you want.’ He Tian offered, after having no intention to do so at all.
‘I will never turn down a massage.’
They both took a drink, looking away and thinking about that from both perspectives.
‘This is nice, He Tian. Really, really nice.’
He Tian fought the urge to tell him it had been his idea, after all.
‘Not too cheesy?’
Mo Guan Shan laughed.
‘Just the right amount of cheesy.’
He tian smiled, leaning over the side of the tub and pulling the cover off the silver tray.
‘What is it?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, unable to see from where he sat.
‘No, it’s fruit. But that would be hilarious.’
He Tian picked up the tray, bringing it back to with him and balanced it precariously on the edge.
Mo Guan Shan drained his glass, and joined He Tian by the newly obtained food.
Strawberries, grapes, melon slices, pineapple, and a bowl of whipped cream (because if they’d brought a can they’d also have to supply condoms and that would be costly.)
Mo Guan Shan grabbed a strawberry, dipped it into the cream, and took a bite.
He placed the leafy top back onto the tray and sat back, licking the cream from his fingers.
He Tian stared at him.
He smiled, shaking his head and standing to refill their drinks.
Mo Guan Shan watched him, looking more relaxed than he had since they’d met.
Handing the second glass off, he grabbed a grape, dipping it in the cream and sitting down.
Just a few moments of indulgence never hurt anyone…right?
He extended it to Mo Guan Shan and was rewarded with a small smile.
Mo Guan Shan opened his mouth, accepting the grape and grabbing He Tian’s hand, spitting the fruit into the water and licking the sticky sweetness from his fingers.
He Tian yanked his arm back, glaring at Mo Guan Shan.
Mo Guan Shan shrugged.
‘I don’t like grapes.’
‘Why didn’t you just tell me that?!’
‘Because I do like whipped cream.’
They watched each other for a few long moments.
‘Kiss me?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.
He Tian took a deep breath, looking away.
‘You know I can’t do that.’
‘Honestly, I don’t. Are you straight? Are you seeing someone?’
‘No, I…’ he trailed off.
‘What? You what?’
‘It’s too soon.’
‘Too soon? Are you fucking saving yourself for marriage?!’
‘Mo Guan Shan, five days ago your boyfriend-’
‘Ex.’ Mo Guan Shan interjected angrily.
‘Your EX boyfriend was beating the shit out of you in an alleyway. You still have bruises.’
Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows.
‘Is this about the bruises? Do you think they’re gross or something? I can put a shirt on…’
He Tian almost laughed at the absurdity of the question but Mo Guan Shan looked so, so, sad.
‘It’s not the bruises, it’s not you at all…’
‘Oh, it’s not me it’s you, right?’
‘Fucking shit, no! It’s the fact that you’re not even a week out of an abusive fucking relationship. I can’t just swoop in and take-’
‘Take advantage of me? Is that what you’re going to say?’
He Tian nodded.
‘Do you think I don’t know that? I know what happened. I was fucking there. I can’t do anything about that. Are you worried like your friends are? That I’m not ready? Or are you worried that you’d be a rebound?’
He Tian’s had been ignoring the little voice telling him exactly that for several days now.
‘A little of both.’ He answered honestly.
‘He Tian, even if that was something I believe in, that wouldn’t be you. A rebound is quick and easy and something you leave on the doorstep.’
He Tian didn’t respond.
Mo Guan Shan continued.
‘You aren’t any of those things. You’ve had plenty of chances to take advantage of me, and you haven’t. I’m not asking you to fuck me, or be my boyfriend, or help me forget. I’m just asking for a kiss.’
He Tian couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact.
‘What if I say no?’ He asked, looking up at the stars.
In the city, you were lucky if you could see the moon through the light pollution.
‘If you say no, I’ll pout for a few minutes, eat all the whipped cream, and let it go.’
‘And if I say yes?’
‘If you say yes, I will sit perfectly still and behave myself while you kiss me, eat all the whipped cream, and let it go.’
‘I’m…scared.’ He Tian admitted, for the first time since he was a child that fully believed in the monster that lived under his bed.
‘I trust you, He Tian.’
Mo Guan Shan shrugged.
His gaze no longer held the defiance, anger, or insecurity.
Agonizingly slowly, He Tian leaned forward, taking Mo Guan Shan’s face in his hands.
He pressed their lips together softly, pouring everything he felt into the simple, sweet, act.
Mo Guan Shan tilted his face up, keeping his hands to himself, as promised, and kissed him back, parting his lips for He Tian’s tongue.
He Tian used every ounce of his willpower to pull back.