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thetideseternaltune · 11 months

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Two Heads (Are Better Than None)

Mac wasn’t sure what had brought Jack to the morgue so early on a Wednesday morning; he didn’t often turn up there without an excuse. Phryne was away and Mac hadn’t had any suspicious bodies lately. In fact, the deaths in Melbourne had been positively boring in Phryne’s absence – a correlation that Mac wasn’t certain she wanted to explore further.

A murder, a missing head, and the start of a friendship. (2.6k)

A/N: For the amazing @transjackrobinsontruther, who wanted Mac and Jack solving a case together. Happy birthday my dear! Enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️

And thank you to @three-seperate-johns and @galadriel1010 for all of their help with this fic! 🥰 And for being the best enablers when I asked if I should put head jokes in here 😈

This fic was partly inspired by this post [AO3]

“Inspector?”

Jack smirked slightly, clearly amused by the surprise in Mac’s voice when he’d knocked on her office door. She wasn’t sure what had brought him to the morgue so early on a Wednesday morning; Jack didn’t often turn up there without an excuse. Most of his and Mac’s interactions were either work-related or facilitated by Phryne, but Phryne was away and Mac hadn’t had any suspicious bodies lately. In fact, the deaths in Melbourne had been positively boring in Phryne’s absence – a correlation that Mac wasn’t certain she wanted to explore further.

“What brings you to the city morgue this morning?” Mac asked, raising her eyebrows curiously. Underneath his teasing smirk, Jack looked rather tired – she could see faint dark circles under his eyes and his suit was unusually rumpled.

“A body was discovered in bushland this morning,” Jack said, leaning against the doorframe. “Minus the head.”

Ah. So it was work-related.

“I wasn’t aware that the coroner’s duties included field work,” Mac teased, smirking when the corner of Jack’s lips turned up briefly.

“I thought you might like to examine the body at the scene,” Jack said, though the way his lip twitched told Mac that he was aware of how flimsy his excuse was.

“And you don’t want to work the case alone,” Mac said, giving him a knowing look.

His face remained impassive, but he didn’t deny it, confirming her suspicion. She wasn’t particularly surprised – he’d spent the better part of the past few years solving murder cases with Phryne’s help; it was surely an adjustment to suddenly be without.

“Careful Phryne doesn’t find out how crucial she is to your investigations,” Mac teased with a sly grin. “You know she’ll never let you forget it.”

Jack blushed but still didn’t speak, looking unusually nervous, and Mac finally decided to take pity on him.

“Well, I suppose an excursion is more exciting than the paperwork I had planned for the morning,” she said, grabbing her jacket and hat. “Lead the way, Inspector.”

<><><>

“Well,” Jack said, glancing at Mac as he started the engine. There was the hint of a smile on his lips. “I must admit – over ten years in the police force and this was a first.”

“Yes, it’s not every day one happens across a headless body,” Mac said dryly, biting back a smile. The scene had been rather sparse on clues; it appeared the body had been dragged into the bush after the murder, and the culprit had taken any means of identifying the victim with them. There were still officers searching for the head, while Hugh – who had looked rather green at the scene – had returned to City South to search the missing persons files in the hopes of identifying their victim, a task made significantly more difficult by the lack of a head.

“You know,” Mac said, “contrary to popular belief, decapitation is not that easy.”

“Hm.” Jack glanced at her, a smirk playing on his lips. “You don’t usually hear ‘popular’ and ‘decapitation’ in the same sentence.”

Mac bit back an amused smile. “It’s difficult to sever the spine; even harder to do it cleanly,” she explained. “Beheading a human is a lot easier than beheading most trophy animals, of course, considering the relative lack of musculature in our necks, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. Just look at the number of botched beheadings throughout history. It requires a powerful, accurate action and a sharp, heavy blade.”

Jack didn’t take his eyes off the road, but his expression turned contemplative. “So you’re suggesting our killer knew what he was doing?”

“And had the proper tools,” Mac confirmed.

“A guillotine?” Jack glanced at her again curiously.

“Or a spear,” Mac said. “Didn’t you say there was an abattoir not far from where the body was found?”

Jack grimaced slightly. “I suppose a slaughter-man would know how to sever a spine,” he said.

“He’d also have the knowledge and tools to exsanguinate the corpse,” Mac said. “Beheading is extremely bloody business.”

“Well, I know my next stop then,” Jack said with a reluctant sigh. He didn’t sound particularly pleased about it, not that Mac could blame him. She knew that neither of them was particularly squeamish – a useful trait for both policework and doctoring – but Mac knew from personal experience that the sight and smell of that much blood could easily bring a war’s worth of painful memories rushing back, and she had a feeling that Jack knew it too.

“Would you like accompaniment on your visit?” Mac asked, careful to keep her tone neutral, though the look on Jack’s face when he glanced at her told her he knew what she was really asking.

“No, I can manage alone,” he said. He gave her a grateful smile. “But thank you for the offer, Doctor.”

<><><>

“I can cook, you know.”

Jack appeared rather offended at the apparent insinuation, Mac thought, doing her best not to laugh as she set the bag of food down on his desk. She was relieved to see no indications that the trip to the abattoir had triggered any wartime flashbacks.

“So I’ve heard,” she said, unable to hold back an amused smile as she unpacked the bag. “I, however, cannot, so it’s fish and chips or nothing.”

Jack perked up as she set a wrapped parcel of hot food in front of him, inhaling appreciatively as he hurried to clear room on his desk.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow curiously as he procured a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from a drawer in his desk. Mac took the proffered glass with a smile that widened when she took a sip of the amber liquid. She could certainly appreciate a man with good taste in whiskey.

“Well, seeing as I’ve apparently accepted Phryne’s role on this case in her absence,” she said, taking a seat opposite him, “I thought you might appreciate the company – and the food.”

Jack’s expression turned amused, and he gave her a pleased smile as he unwrapped their dinner. “Far be it from me to turn down a free meal,” he said, and Mac laughed.

“Yes, I’ve heard that too.”

Jack shrugged sheepishly, but there was a twinkle in his eye as he took a bite of fish. They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Mac finally spoke again, her tone intentionally innocent.

“So, have you made any headway on this case?”

Jack raised his eyebrows at her choice of words, but he failed to bite back an amused smile as Mac grinned mischievously.

“I did, actually,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh?”

“Mm.” He sat forward, his expression turning serious again. “After I dropped you back at the morgue, I drove to the abattoir and talked with the owner. He said one of his workers didn’t show this morning, a man named Peter Dalton.”

Mac raised her eyebrows. “Did you get a description?”

Jack nodded. “It was a perfect match for the body we found.”

“Well, identification of the victim is a good first step,” Mac said. “Anything else?”

Jack nodded again. “We interviewed the workers. A few of them mentioned a fight between the victim and another worker, just two days ago.”

“Any idea what it was about?”

Jack shook his head. “No, but according to the witnesses it was very heated. One of the workers said it would have gotten physical if the owner hadn’t walked in.”

“Sounds like a promising suspect,” Mac mused. “Did you interview him?”

“No,” Jack said. “He’d already left for the day. Collins will bring him in tomorrow for questioning.”

“Good,” Mac said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a folder. “In the meantime, I’ve brought you my report. As expected, the beheading was the cause of death. No poisons in the bloodstream or anything else unusual about the body. I’d like to have a look at the spears at the abattoir though, see if anything matches the victim’s wounds.”

“Of course,” Jack said. His smile thinned and he went quiet, staring down at his whiskey. He suddenly looked very tired again.

“She’s coming back, you know,” Mac said, though there was an edge to her voice. She’d thought Jack had finally rid himself of the fear that Phryne would abandon him, but…

Jack looked up quickly. “I know she is,” he said, seeming genuinely surprised at her statement, and Mac relaxed. He glanced down again, fiddling with his glass for a moment, before lifting his head back up. “Truthfully, I… am no longer accustomed to living alone. It’s been a difficult adjustment,” he admitted.

“Ah,” Mac said, suddenly understanding. She sat back in her chair. “Yes, I would imagine so.”

“And without Jane as well,” Jack said ruefully. “The house feels rather empty, even when we have visitors.” He was quiet for another long moment. “This is also the longest Phryne and I have been apart since England.”

“Mm.” Phryne’s absence was clearly taking a toll on Jack, Mac thought, eyeing him carefully. “No offense, Inspector, but you do look rather tired.”

“I haven’t slept well recently,” Jack sighed, taking another sip of his drink.

“I would’ve thought you’d enjoy having the entire bed to yourself,” Mac teased lightly, pleased when Jack gave her a small smile. She knew all too well what it was like sharing a bed with Phryne – the woman was an octopus, and Mac had awoken countless times to find Phryne draped over her and all of the covers mysteriously on the opposite side of the bed.

“On the contrary, I’ve grown quite used to being used as a human pillow,” Jack said dryly, though the fondness in his eyes betrayed his sincerity.

Mac laughed. “I suppose the body heat makes up for the lack of blankets.”

Jack smiled at that, but he soon went quiet again. He glanced away from Mac, suddenly looking uncharacteristically anxious as he opened his mouth and then closed it again without speaking. Mac raised her eyebrows curiously as she waited for him to speak, and finally Jack looked back up at her.

“When Rosie… moved to her sister’s, it was very painful,” he said softly. “I know now that it was the best thing for us, that our marriage was damaged beyond repair and we were better off apart. And we had been emotionally separated for a long time before that,” he admitted. “But even still, it was difficult to adjust to suddenly being physically alone as well.” He looked down at his desk. “And I can’t help but be reminded of that.”

Mac was suddenly struck by the memory of a work conference not long after she and Rosie had moved in together. She’d only been gone for three nights, but Rosie had been unusually agitated and clingy when Mac returned, and it hadn’t taken long for Mac to figure out why that was.

“I’m not sure if it’s any consolation, Inspector, but you’re not the only one to have that experience,” Mac said.

Jack frowned slightly, looking concerned. “Rosie…?”

Mac nodded. “The first time I was called away for work. And I’ll tell you what I told her,” she said firmly. “It’s a perfectly understandable reaction. But just as I wasn’t gone, Phryne isn’t gone either.”

Jack took a deep breath and then nodded. “Thank you, Doctor,” he said after a moment, giving her a small smile.

“You’re welcome,” Mac said. She grinned slyly. “And look on the bright side – you’ve got another week of eating breakfast without someone stealing your toast.”

Jack chuckled as he relaxed back into his chair, smirking slightly. “And it’s been weeks since I last had to threaten to arrest her.”

Mac snickered. “You know she likes that,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

Jack flushed slightly and busied himself by pouring them both another drink, looking a bit sheepish despite his pleased smile.

“They’ll be back before you know it,” Mac assured him.

Jack nodded. “I’m glad they went,” he said. “I think it’s been good for Jane.”

Mac’s expression softened. She’d grown quite fond of Jane in the years since she’d become Phryne’s ward – the girl had an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a quick wit, two things that Mac greatly admired. Jane had spent many happy afternoons at their bungalow burying herself in Mac’s extensive book collection and had even accepted Rosie’s offer to teach her to play the piano, though Mac suspected that might have had more to do with the starry-eyed gaze that Jane was prone to when Rosie was around.

“Have you heard from them?” Mac asked.

“Phryne called two nights ago,” Jack said, smiling at the memory. “They’d spent the afternoon walking on the beach and collecting shells. Apparently Anna’s been doing well.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Mac said with relief, returning his smile. With Mac’s help, Phryne had found a discreet boarding house on the coast that housed women like Anna Ross, providing them a sheltered accommodation and medical care while allowing them to maintain some freedom. She’d arranged for Anna to move in, and from what Mac had heard, Anna had settled in well. Phryne had taken Jane to visit for a month during the summer holidays, and it appeared that Jane was enjoying the time spent with her mother.

“And Jane?” Mac asked. “How is she doing?”

“I believe she’s relieved that her mother is safe and well-cared for,” Jack said quietly. “As am I.”

“Yes,” Mac agreed. She chuckled lightly. “I don’t know how many times I’ve told Phryne she doesn’t have to save the world, and yet she never stops trying.”

“No she doesn’t,” Jack agreed, his expression endlessly fond.

Mac laughed again, giving Jack a sly smile. “Well,” she teased, “you and I have certainly got excellent taste in women.”

<><><>

“Evening, Inspector.” Mac accepted a glass of whiskey with a smile as she joined Jack in the parlor. “I’m flattered that my involvement on this case was deserving of a nightcap,” she teased.

Jack smiled as he returned to his spot by the fireplace, leaning against the mantel. “Well, we did solve the case,” he pointed out.

“Yes, I had an inkling,” Mac said, raising an eyebrow. “I received a special delivery this arvo. One head.”

Jack grimaced. “Not the most pleasant of gifts.”

Mac hummed her agreement as she took a sip of whiskey. “But you have someone in custody?” she asked.

Jack nodded. “Grant Alden, the man seen fighting with the victim. Turns out he lied about his alibi. He confessed today after being confronted about it.” Jack’s face darkened. “Mr. Dalton was having an affair with his wife.”

“The oldest reason in the book,” Mac sighed disdainfully. “At least he’s been apprehended.”

“Thanks to your help,” Jack said, giving her a smile.

Mac laughed. “Glad I could be an adequate substitute for Phryne.”

“I had no doubts,” Jack said, his expression entirely sincere. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t trust you.”

Mac smiled, feeling surprisingly touched and suddenly reminded of why Jack Robinson was one of the few men she would be pleased to call a friend. She raised her glass and winked.

“Until our next case, Jack.”

Jack’s smile widened, and he raised his glass as well. “Until then, Mac.”

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nerdraging4point0 · 1 month

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The Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Four // Poly AU: MIW BO crossover

Tropes and Tags: MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only MDNI, PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

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I tremble as Noah closes the distance between us, his large hands cupping my face as his lips claim mine in a searing kiss. I feel delicate and feminine in his strong grasp. Letting the pillow slip from my hands, I reach for his wrists, rising to meet his hungry mouth. Our kisses grow more urgent as we shuffle toward the bed, desire pooling low in my belly. My back meets the soft mattress and I gasp against his lips as his tall, muscular frame hovers over me. I arch into him, hungry for more of his heated touch, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation.

My heart skips a beat as my thoughts suddenly spiral. Am I cheating? Chris and I have been texting back and forth for months now, but he's never brought up being exclusive or officially dating. We're just friends who sometimes get a little flirty over text. I mean, sure, we've sent some racy photos and done the occasional video chat, but that doesn't make us an actual couple...right? I've never felt like we were anything official. Still, my conscience nags at me, making me second guess everything.

His hands are on me, sliding up under my shirt, and I can't help the moan that escapes as his fingers find my bare skin. So soft, his touch is like fire, and I arch into him when he cups my breast, teasing my nipple. The pleasure is dizzying, and my mind is hazy, unable to form a coherent thought beyond how good this feels. I know I shouldn't, but I can't resist, can't find the willpower to push him away. This is so wrong, but oh, it feels so right.

His hands are on me, burning my skin as he slides my shorts down my hips. My shirt is already gone, tossed carelessly to the floor. I gasp as his lips trail kisses down my body. Friends with benefits? Girlfriend and boyfriend? I don't know what we are. My mind is clouded, lost in this blissful haze as he continues his sweet torture. I know I should ask, should clarify our relationship, but not now.

My legs trembled as his tongue trailed up my inner thighs. I tensed, unsure if I should allow this stranger such intimate access. Yet my body melted into his touch, my hesitation fading away. I let my thighs fall open, exposing my slick, aching flesh. His tongue slid through my wet folds, flicking my swollen clit, making my hips buck against his mouth.

"Been a while, hasn't it, sweet girl?" he murmured, his breath hot on my sensitive skin. I nodded, whimpering, desperate for more of his delicious torment.

"Well, let's fix that, shall we?"

He continued his sensual assault, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, caressing my thighs to keep them relaxed and open for him. My hands twisted in the sheets, conflicted between gripping tight or running through his hair. He was driving me to the brink of ecstasy. Though it had been some time, no lover had ever lavished such skillful attention or savored every second of my body's responses.

When he pulled my clit between his lips, sucking ever so gently, I cried out, momentarily forgetting we weren't alone.

His eyes met mine from between my shaking thighs, his mouth curving into a grin. "No, let me hear you, baby. Nick wants to hear how much you're enjoying yourself."

His words sent a shiver through me. I would let him hear. I would let the whole world hear how much pleasure this stranger was giving me.

I gasp and pant, his words igniting me like a spark to tinder. This is nothing like being with Chris - Noah takes me to new heights of ecstasy. My mind wanders, imagining what the others are thinking as they hear my cries of pleasure echoing through the house. The thought of an audience, of Chris himself watching as Noah lavishes me with oral worship, only amplifies my arousal.

I writhe and moan, my body electric, responding to Noah's talented tongue and the fantasy of being witnessed in my debauchery. Some primal part of me is unleashed, raw screams torn from my throat. I am alive, I am free, I am his. Each lick and flick pushes me higher, lost in this hedonistic heaven. The world falls away until there is only this - his mouth and my ecstasy, together in perfect harmony.

He is whispering something but I am lost mentally, unable to process meaning. His voice alone make me shiver. As his tongue finds my clit again, pleasure overwhelms me. I cry out his name, lost in ecstasy.

As I float back to earth, his fingers glide along my slick folds before sliding inside. His thumb presses my clit, keeping me on the edge.

"Did he make you feel like this?" he asks.

I can't speak, only moan as he pumps into me, bringing me closer again.

"Didn't make you come like this, did he?" His murmured words fan the flames. "Wonder what he'd think, seeing you come undone for me."

I don't care. All I feel is Noah, his fingers, his mouth. He takes me higher, makes me burn. Nothing else matters but this.

I moan, rocking my hips against his fingers as they work their magic.

"Naughty girl," Noah growls, his fingers picking up the pace as his thumb starts rubbing my sensitive clit. "You wanna come for me again, don't you sweet girl?"

I squirm and rock desperately on his hand, chasing the euphoric high building inside me. He doesn't need to ask permission this time. My body makes the decision for me, ecstasy crashing over me in waves as I cry out.

"That's my good girl," he rasps, voice thick with desire. Then his mouth is on me, tongue lapping up every drop of my arousal. I clutch his soft brown hair, overwhelmed by the sensory bliss.

When he crawls up my body, I eagerly meet his mouth with my own, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. I'm lost in this heated passion with him, my body singing at his touch.

His voice is a low rumble as he looks down at me, eyes dark with desire. "We're not done yet, baby. Give me more." I'm breathless beneath him, wanting, needing, as he leans back and takes himself in hand. My thigh trembles under his grip as he pushes my legs open, exposing me. I feel him there, hot and hard between my folds, teasing me. A whimper escapes my lips as I arch and roll, desperate for him to fill me. He watches, enjoying how I writhe, so ready for him. And then suddenly he's inside, one powerful stroke seating him to the hilt. I cry out, stretching around him, ecstasy coursing through me.

"That's my girl," he growls. "Take it all."

I'm helpless but to obey, letting him fill me completely. My eyes flutter closed as ecstasy washes over me.

"Let me see those pretty eyes."

I open them to meet his smoldering gaze, dark and domineering. His pace quickens and I whimper, right on the edge.

"Not yet," he commands. "You'll come when I say."

I'm trying, I really am, but I'm not sure I can do what he asks.As he resumes his movements, my mind grows hazy with pleasure. I can feel my climax building, just out of reach, and I know that in mere minutes I'll come undone for him.

"Do you want to come for me, baby?" Noah's forehead presses to mine, our gazes locked in heated intimacy. I nod, desperate and willing.

"No," he says firmly. "Tell me what you want. Give me that voice." His fingers pinch my chin, commanding my full obedience.

"Noah," I breathe, my voice laced with aching need. "Please make me come." His movements remain steady, controlled, as his forehead pushes harder to mine. He owns me in this moment, possessing my pleasure completely. I surrender to his dominance, ready to shatter at his will.

"Come for me, baby girl. Come on my cock," he growls. I squeal as my orgasm breaks free, flooding through me. I'm still riding the high when he flips me onto him, his cock still throbbing inside. I settle onto him just as his hands grip my hips, pumping me up and down his hard length. Bracing myself on his chest, my nails digging into his tattooed skin with each deep thrust. "Again," he commands. My body obeys, shuddering as another orgasm charges through. His calm, confident voice pushes me over the edge again.

His voice was husky as he praised me, his hands guiding my hips as I rode him. "That's it baby, just like that. You feel so good wrapped around me." I was beyond words, lost in the pleasure of our joining. I threw my head back and moaned, showing him how much I loved having him inside me.

"Think you got one more in you for me?" he growled, starting to thrust up harder. My throat was dry, and I could only nod eagerly as he picked up the pace. He was urgent now, pounding into me as he chased his release.

"Give it to me baby, come on. One more and I'll make you scream." His words sent a spike of heat through me. I wanted to obey, to push us both over the edge. I moved faster, squeezing around him as the pleasure built. We were so close now, racing towards ecstasy together.

The pleasure was overwhelming as he thrust inside me. I wanted more, I wanted him to lose control. Gripping his hips, I moved with him, desperate to hear those sweet moans escape his lips.

"One more, baby. Come for me one more time," he begged, his voice strained with need. I was close, but didn't know if I could beat him to it. Reaching down, I found my aching clit and stroked it fast.

"Fuck, that's so hot. Make yourself come for me, baby," he growled. His words sent me over the edge. Waves of ecstasy crashed through me as I clenched around him, crying out his name. He continued thrusting erratically before finally finding his own release inside me.

When we caught our breath, he flipped me over, withdrawing swiftly. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But he was already moving down my body, his hot breath between my legs.

"I can't...too sensitive..." I panted, even as my hips lifted toward his mouth.

"You can, baby. One more for me. I know you have one more in you," he purred before devouring my slick heat. His tongue soothed my tender flesh even as it stoked the fire inside me once more. I was beyond words, reduced to breathless moans as he worked me expertly to the edge again.

"Going to come..." I managed to gasp. He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking until I shattered with a scream, the orgasm ripping through my core.

As I floated back down, he gently lapped up my juices, murmuring praise against my sensitized flesh. I drifted in and out of blissful semi-consciousness, vaguely aware of him gathering me in his arms. The last thing I remembered was his fingers stroking my hair as I surrendered to exhaustion, thoroughly satisfied and already longing for more.

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juanarc-thethird · 1 year

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Not so innocent

In an Inn on the outskirts of Atlas. Yang and Penny are having tea while waiting for Jaune to return from his mission.

Jaune: *Opens the door* I'm back.

Yang: What kept you so long?

Jaune: Oh, the Grimm was bigger than they described. I had to get creative.

Yang: Creative?

Jaune: I'm sorry but we can talk about this tomorrow. I'm very tired.

Yang: Ok and since you say that, here is the key to your room. You will share a room with Penny.

Penny: *Waves her hand with her famous smile*

Jaune: *Panic* Wait What?!

Yang: Relax, the room has two beds.

Jaune: Can I change rooms?!

Yang: Why do you want to change rooms?

Jaune: Well...

Penny: *Sad* You really don't like the idea of sharing the room with me?

Yang: Look what you did Jaune, you made her sad. *Hugs Penny* Don't worry, Penny, he didn't mean that.

Jaune: I... I do mean that.

Yang: *Gasp* JAUNE?!

Jaune: Sorry but I have my reasons! Can I change rooms?

Yang: No, everyone is already in their rooms asleep.

Jaune: Can I change with you?

Yang: *Angry* You want to sleep with my sister?!

Jaune: *Blushing* What?! NO!

Yang: *Surprise* You want to sleep with me?!!

Jaune: *Red* NO!!! Stop saying in it like that!!!

Yang: Then sleep with Penny! Goodnight!! *Leaves*

Jaune: *Worry* But...

In the distance you can hear a door slam shut. Jaune is silent and then Penny spoke.

Penny: Looks like we'll be sharing a room again~ *Giggles*

Meanwhile

Yang: *Sighs* What a day.

Ruby: *Wakes up* Sis, what happened?

Yang: Oh don't worry, it was just Jaune being himself.

Ruby: Um.. what?

Yang: Jaune doesn't want to share a room with Penny?

Ruby: Why? I thought they two got along well.

Yang: He didn't tell me why, but he was desperate to change rooms. He asked me if he could sleep in the same room with you.

Ruby: Wait what?!

Yang: Yes, and then I said no.

Ruby: YOU SAID NO!!!!! What kind of sister are you?!!

Yang: Excuse me?!

Ruby: Arrg! Whatever. There's always another time. I just hope Penny isn't doing that.

Yang: What do you mean by "doing that"? Ruby… what do you mean by "doing that"?!

Back with the other two.

Jaune and Penny are in their assigned room, enjoying their privacy. The two of them are lying naked on one of the beds. Jaune has his mouth gagged with Penny's panties and at the same time his hands are handcuffed to the head of the bed, while Penny is fucking him passionately.

Penny: You didn't want to share the room with me, huh?

Jaune: Mm MhMR~💕!

Penny: You'll never get rid of me, ok? I know what you like. I know what turns you on. I know that you like it when a girl takes control of you~ *Moves her hips faster*

Jaune: FMmm~💕!!!

Penny: You are mine, and no one else's. Do you understand?

Jaune: Mhm~💕!

Penny: *smiling* Good, now I want you to cum in me~ *Squeezes his cock with her pussy*

Jaune: MMmm!!!

Penny: Come on Jaune, I want you to cum inside of me

Jaune: MMhM~💕!

Penny: Don't fight it, just cum for me. *She begins to move her hips more roughly* Come on Jaune, cum for me~

Jaune: MFMM~💕!

Penny: *Heart eyes* Shit! I'm close. Just cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, cum in me!!!~

Jaune: FMHMM~💕!!!

Penny: Oh Fuck! I can feel it! I can fell your cock twitching! You're about to come right?!! Fuck!!! Come on Jaune! Fill me up already!!!

Jaune: HMML DMN!!!

Penny: Oh God!!! *Angry* Cum Already!!! SHIT!!!!

Jaune: Mh Fmmh! Mh FmmH! MH FMMMMMMH~❤️‍🔥!!!

He shoots his hips into the air, lifting Penny off the bed for a moment and filling her with all his cum.

Penny: OH FUCK YES, FEEL ME UP~💕!!

She could feel Jaune's hot cum filling every hole in her pussy. Her legs shake, her toes curl, and she tries to support herself on Jaune's chest. After a while, she turns to Jaune to see how he is doing. After all, she has to take care of his man~

Jaune: *breathing heavily*

Penny: *Smiles and removes her underwear from his mouth* Good job~💕

Jaune: Are we done?

Penny: Oh no, we're just getting started~😈

She takes Jaune's face with both hands and begins to make out with him, while she begins to move her hips once more.

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Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon all of whom wrote BRILLIANT stuff!! 💜🩵

The mfmm AU has taken over my brain. I'm trying to decide which pieces of the show to include and what needs to happen. I think I have the characters figured out finally. The plot itself is still pretty messy, so while I stare at the doc like it'll solve itself, have something that will definitely be included (based on This):

“Did you see anything when he brought you here?” Eddie asked.

Dani opened her mouth to speak just as a gunshot echoed in the hallway. Eddie's heart jumped into his throat.

“Evan!” he gasped. He took off in the direction of the shot, Dani close behind.

“Evan!” he called again. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he ran towards the sound.

They rounded a corner and Eddie skidded to a stop inside a dimly lit room. A gold colored chair sat in the middle of the room before some kind of altar. Two goblets sat on the altar with a knife and a statue of an Egyptian god Eddie couldn't remember the name of.

Doug lay on the floor, blood seeping through his jacket from a bullet hole in his chest.

Buck sat beside him, staring at his lifeless body, a gun in his trembling hand. His grip on the gun loosened, letting the pistol clatter to the floor.

“Evan,” Eddie said, ignoring the shake to his voice.

Buck looked up at him, his eyelids drooping. He stood on shaky legs and smiled. “Hey, Eds,” he slurred.

His knees wobbled. Eddie rushed to him and caught him in a bridal carry. “I got you, bud,” he said softly.

Buck's eyes fluttered shut. His head lolled back, his entire form falling limp in Eddie's arms.

(p.s. I know Maddie and a girl named Madeline are mentioned in the previous snippet. It is now Daniel and Dani. I made some changes 😬)

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @13shadesofanni @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @loveyouanyway

@thekristen999 @daffi-990 @kitteneddiediaz @fortheloveofbuddie

@steadfastsaturnsrings @ronordmann @actuallyitsellie @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

@hippolotamus @spagheddiediaz @theotherbuckley @wildlife4life

@rainbow-nerdss @shipperqueen6 @daniwib @lunarspark-cos @jshadow01

@idealuk @lin27 @weareallstoriesintheend11 @likeamollusconarock @misshiss727 and anyone else who wants to share!! 🥰🩷

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #fanfic #buddie wip #mfmm au #fuck it friday #my writing

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laiqualaurelote · 2 years

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MFMM/DW AU, Phryne Fisher (human version, not WEAT) and River Song out on the town. Mystery optional. Murder optional. Ship content of your choice optional.

Phryne was eating a stolen apple when the strange woman came running down the alley and ducked behind the stack of mouldy pallets Phryne was perched on. “If anyone asks, you didn’t see me,” she hissed.

Phryne chewed nonchalantly. “What’s in it for me?”

“The pleasure of lying to the police,” said the woman. “Also, I’ll take you to a very fun party.”

“Is there food at this party?”

“Loads.”

Phryne’s head whipped round as the police came pouring into the alley, tensing to run like any true daughter of Collingwood. “Relax, girlie,” said the sergeant in the lead. “Did you see a lady pass by here? Curly hair, talks like she’s the Queen of England?”

Phryne nodded down the alley. “She went that way.”

The strange woman emerged after the police had gone off, brushing straw out of her hair, which really was enormous. “Thanks. What’s your name, love?”

“Phryne.”

“Knew a Phryne once. She was a hoot. It suits you, that name.” This pleased Phryne. Most people, on being told her name, remarked that it was a very big name for a little girl, or just mispronounced it. The woman stuck out her hand. “Hello, Phryne. I’m River.”

They shook. “So where’s this party, then?”

“St Kilda. Know where that is?”

Phryne tossed the apple core away and hopped off her perch. “St Kilda’s posh. They’ll never let us in looking like this.”

“Darling,” said River, “you never need to worry about getting in anywhere if you’re with me. Now, is there somewhere around here we can nick fancy togs?”

Phryne took her to the pawn shop where her father had hocked their things for drinking money last month. She kept watch while River picked the lock. “You’re quick at that,” she remarked.

“Experience,” said River, a lock pick between her teeth. “My husband’s got a so – got a cheat tool, but I always try to put in the practice when I can. Ah, here we go.”

While River rifled through the racks of furs and lace, Phryne swiped the swallow pin from a display. “Good eye,” said River, holding up a selection of junior’s dresses against Phryne's back to check her size.

“It’s mine,” said Phryne. “It always has been.” They settled on a bottle-green velvet frock for her, and she pinned the swallow to its collar.

The party was in a massive mansion. They were announced at the door as The Honourable Mrs Ethel Petherington and her daughter Miss Emily Petherington. River flashed a gleaming smile and swanned in like a queen, so Phryne tried to do the same. She ignored the glittering gowns and sharp smiles of the crowd and headed straight for the food.

River caught her stuffing cold chicken into her purse. “Hold off on that a sec, will you? Do you see that man over there?”

“Mm,” mumbled Phryne around a mouthful of devilled eggs.

“I’m going to go distract him, and I need you to pick his pocket. There’s a small key in there. Meet me in that alcove when you’re done.”

River’s method of distraction was to dance so scandalously with the target that Phryne could have hit him with a chicken and he wouldn’t have noticed. “Now what?” she asked in the alcove, handing over the key.

River grinned. “Now we get back what’s mine.”

The key opened a hidden door in the library, which led them to a chamber filled with treasure. River walked past all the gold and jewels and plucked what looked like a very ugly bracelet off a shelf. “That’s it?” said Phryne, sceptical.

“One day, my love, you’ll know how to spot real value.” River slid the bracelet onto her wrist.

They had just got back into the library when the sound of raised voices and feet storming came from downstairs. “Oops,” said River. “Rumbled. Here, you go down those stairs, they’ll take you out the back way and nobody should be any the wiser.”

“What about you?”

“I,” said River, “am going to cause havoc, as is my wont. Don’t worry, I’ll lead them away from here.”

Phryne felt her heart drop. “Will I see you again?”

“I don’t think so, love. But never say never. I had fun at this party. Didn’t you?”

Phryne nodded. River blew her a kiss and raced out of the library shouting, “Yoohoo! Looking for this?”

She ought to have gone out the back way like River told her, but she couldn’t help creeping into a gallery to see what happened next. The fellow whose pocket she’d picked and some other men had cornered River in the ballroom. River kicked one of them who’d made a grab for her, then turned and glanced up, straight at Phryne’s hiding spot. She winked. And then she was gone, as if she’d never existed to begin with.

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River liked the Roaring Twenties as much as any flapper or philosopher, though she hadn’t counted on being arrested this far into the decade. “Are these really necessary, Inspector?” she purred, raising her cuffed wrists.

“I’m afraid so,” said the inspector. What a dour man. Incredible cheekbones, though. She glanced up at him alluringly through her lashes, which conspicuously failed to have any effect; he merely threw her a look of patient amusement that implied this was all in a day’s work for him. That was all right. River liked a challenge.

“Jack! What’s going on? Hugh left the most enigmatic message – ” The woman who had come striding onto the scene in the most fabulous scarlet coat stopped in her tracks and gaped. “River? Is that you?"

River looked at the woman in all her finery and saw, behind the polished accent and gilded war paint, the Collingwood waif. “My my, if it isn’t little Phryne. You grew up very fine.”

Phryne preened. “I know.”

“You know each other?” said the inspector fatalistically.

“I've known River since I was a little girl,” Phryne told him, pulling exactly the same through-the-lashes look as River had, which caused that previously unflappable man to swallow and look away. Oh, thought River, that explains it. “Be a dear, Jack, and take those cuffs off her, so we can see about that murder.”

“No need.” River shook her hands out and dropped the cuffs into Jack’s hands with a flourish. “Did you say murder?”

“Dear God,” said Jack in long-suffering tones to the cuffs.

“It might even be murders,” said Phryne, linking arms with River. “But I don't want to get you too excited.”

“We really do go to all the best parties,” said River.

(For the AU prompt game)

#au prompt game #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #miss fisher #phryne fisher #river song #doctor who #phrack #phryne x jack #fic ask game

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aurora-australis-tumbles · 2 years

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Fanfic Recs!

In honor of Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day I thought I would celebrate by reccing a couple of fics from each of the fandoms I read/write in, because I know I am always looking for recs myself, and this lets me shine a light on some that I adore. Of course, this proved a tremendously difficult task, because there are literally so many amazing fics to choose from, but in the interest of time and space I am limiting myself to two.

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

One Night In Berlin by @firesign23 I love me a good trope subversion and Fire_Sign is the master. This one is short but packs a punch and even has two follow-up fics to continue the story!

Revolution of the Times by @arlome Without giving too much away, this fic manages to combine so many of my favorite things - Jack's family, Phryne's past, Phrack at their finest - and the writing is just gorgeous.

Agent Carter

Renegades by @ink-dust This could genuinely be the the season 3 we were all denied. The writing, story and characterizations are just top notch. 😚 👌

The Song Remains the Same by @sholiofic An OT3 with Peggy/Daniel/Jack that takes a really interesting path to explore Peggy's growth from the beginning of S1 to post S2. Lovely.

HTTYD/Race to the Edge

Cold North Wind by sunflowerb A beautiful exploration of Valka's return and the consequences of her absence from her perspective. Love, love, love.

Simple Gifts by @listentoyourdragon / Ecoutez A sweet and authentic deep dive into the years between adolescence and adulthood where everything is sort of in flux and you're just starting to figure yourself out. Read it and then do yourself a favor and read the sequel which is just as amazing.

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So there you go, two of each even though I could easily rec dozens and dozens and dozens more (and ultimately kinda did after the cut 😂). But hey, that’s what future August 21st-s are for, right? 😊

Thank you so much to all the fanfic writers out there - you're amazing and I appreciate the hell out of each and every one of you. ❤️

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Ok, so shorter and under the cut because I'm still not totally comfortable reccing my own stuff, I've decided to add one of mine from each from these fandoms because I was ordered encouraged to. And also if I'm going to rec what I like, I write what I like so that does feel a bit like low hanging fruit anyway. ;-)

MFMM: An Instrument of Grace Case fic, Phrack conflict, and female friendships, oh my!

Agent Carter: Peony and Thisbe An undercover AU with Peggy out on her own and a familiar voice as her only agency contact.

HTTYD: Pieces Four years post-canon, Hiccup meets someone from his past who has the potential to change his future.

#fanfic writer appreciation day #fanfic recs #mfmm fic #agent carter fic #httyd fic #miss fisher's murder mysteries #agent carter #httyd #httyd race to the edge

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glamorouspixels · 2 years

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Even before I could put a name to my issues, I instinctively developed strategies to cope with some of my brain's weirdness. I always fall into a pattern of being absolutely obsessed with something as long as I'm actively interacting with it, and forgetting it ever existed as soon as I let it go.

The first time I finished MFMM, I was completely blown away by how much I loved it and decided not to let this happen again. This was part of my motivation for becoming a writer. I knew I'd found something special and I didn't want to lose it like I had all of my previous fandoms.

I've written fanfic almost daily for more than three years, no matter how busy I've been and whether I've been in the mood. Now, this habit is 100% the reason I've managed to write as much as I have (or anything beyond my first-ever fic, really). However, it's also completely robbed me of the ability to take breaks, and I have no way of knowing whether I "actually" enjoy writing (or even MFMM).

When something shitty happens, say, the author I've been hyperfixating on leaves the fandom, I am forced to confront the reality that other people's brains Do Not Work Like That. Other people get urges to engage with certain hobbies or media and when those urges disappear, they stop engaging with the thing and it's okay. I... do not get those urges, so if I listened to my brain, I would never engage with any hobby, consume any media, etc.

During the initial period of the hyperfixation, the media currently on my mind will be the only thing I want to think about. With MFMM, that initial spark is completely gone (obviously; it's been over three years). It is still my favorite show of all time and the first thing on my mind when I need comfort, and I enjoy writing for it while I'm doing it. However, I no longer light up just seeing Phryne and Jack on my screen and the lack of new fic makes it harder to get excited about it. Plus, for the past two years I've been more busy than a human should reasonably be and it hasn't exactly helped.

Because I am "stuck" in this routine, I can't take a few days off to see if I would still feel the desire to write. I know I wouldn't, because my brain delivers no reliable signal of whether I like something if I'm not actively interacting with it. So basically, I either have to keep going indefinitely or make the active decision to let MFMM go. The latter feels like punishment for having a broken brain, so I would like to avoid that option if at all possible.

However, I'm absolutely terrified of running out of fic ideas, so perhaps I should leave while the decision is still mine to make and before my brain makes the decision for me. It's not what I want, though. I've debated leaving any social media and only posting fics and interacting with MFMM through AO3, because Tumblr is a massive source of stress for me. But if I did that, I would lose one way I keep MFMM present in my mind (i.e., Tumblr posts), potentially taking me further away from my enjoyment and speeding up the process of losing interest.

I know this is deeply fucked up, but I don't have access to any form of treatment and... 😞 I very much want to keep loving MFMM. It just feels like there's no point in having any interest or following any hobby, if it always ends with me completely forgetting it ever existed and having no fond memories of the time whatsoever.

#good morning here's a long rant about mfmm and being autistic + adhd in fandom #also now i understand why people make personal posts because i already feel a lot lighter

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fisherobinson · 1 month

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MISS FISHER’S MURDER MYSTERIES

3x04 : Blood & Money

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #mfmmedit #phryne fisher #jack robinson #phryne x jack #phrack #essie davis #nathan page #perioddramaedit #perioddramagif #mine

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cocktailsfairytales · 1 year

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( Corpses of Hell #3 ) by @authorartsapphire ✨

◾️❝𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓? 𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆.❞

✨𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘳: https://bit.ly/3YnGmQ4

🖤𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴: https://bit.ly/CorpsesofHell3

▪️ 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩 ▪️

I'm slowly drowning in darkness with no way out in sight.

When I was six, a madman kidnapped me and branded his initials on my side. Two men saved me that day — Savage and Joker. One is my mom's friend and the other is a ghost with a penchant for giving gifts.

Both are forbidden to me, but that doesn't stop me from desperately wanting them.

Trauma is supposed to make you stronger. Mine has broken me instead. My mind is filled with nightmares and my body forbids me from getting close to anyone… or so I thought. The closer I get to the men I long for, the more we start to heal each other.

But my past is still haunting me, waiting in the shadows to finally finish what they started. My men might not be able to save me this time.

One thing I know for sure is that we're all… brutally dangerous.

🖤𝘈𝘥𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴: http://bit.ly/40m2nAy

✨𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 1 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦: https://bit.ly/CorpsesofHell1

#ArtSapphire #Monsterous #Author #MFMM #DarkRomance #MotorcycleClub #RockstarRomance #WhyChoose #SpicyBooks #ReverseHarem #RomanceRecs #ComingtoKU #ComingSoon #PeachykeenAS

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leliesblou · 3 years

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Some more inner monologue. For @dirobinsonhearteyes who suggested this scene.

#now with Phryne's thoughts as well #mfmm #miss fisher’s murder mysteries #game set and murder #phrack #a bit rusty but oh well #mfmm vids #mfmm mine

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lonely-night · 2 years

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1.01 Cocaine Blues // 3.08 Death Do Us Part

#mfmm #mfmmedit #miss fisher's murder mysteries #phryne fisher #phryne x jack #jack robinson #i just love how phryne says jack's full name <3 #*mine

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thetideseternaltune · 1 year

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Old Habits

“Phryne,” Mac said, crossing her arms and giving Phryne a look that would have withered a weaker woman. “It’s two o’clock in the bloody morning. What are you doing in my apartment?”

Phryne finds more than she bargained for when she breaks into Mac's apartment in the middle of the night. (1.4k) A/N: I actually wrote most of this fic last spring before getting stuck on it and leaving it for a while. Much thanks to @ohrosewhatsinaname for giving me an idea for the ending scene so I could finally finish this! And tbh I really just wanted an excuse to write Phryne breaking into Mac's apartment in the middle of the night, bc let's be honest - she's definitely done it 😂

[AO3]

Phryne Fisher was not a woman known for her patience, particularly when there was a murder to solve, which was how she found herself picking the lock to her best friend’s apartment in the middle of an otherwise-nondescript Thursday night.

Mac should really invest in a stronger lock, she mused as she made quick work of the front door before slipping inside. In her defense, she had tried knocking first, but Mac – ever the sound sleeper – hadn’t answered, so Phryne had been forced to resort to plan B.

She flicked the light switch by the door, turning on the dim hall light, and slipped out of her coat, hanging it on a wooden rack along with her hat and gloves. There was an unfamiliar coat and hat on the rack, but before she could wonder about them, a silhouette appeared in the doorway to what Phryne knew was Mac’s bedroom.

“Mac!” she said, not bothering to keep her voice down. The silhouette stepped into the light of the hall, and Phryne was suddenly face-to-exasperated-face with her best friend.

“Phryne,” Mac said, crossing her arms and giving Phryne a look that would have withered a weaker woman. “It’s two o’clock in the bloody morning. What are you doing in my apartment?”

“I needed your help, and you didn’t answer when I knocked,” Phryne explained matter-of-factly as she walked into the small living room and plopped down in an overstuffed armchair.

Mac let out a deep sigh, but followed her anyway, leaning against the other chair as she stared at her intruder. “I thought we were over this,” she said, no doubt remembering all of the previous times over the years that Phryne had let herself into Mac’s home without warning, usually while intoxicated.

“Old habits die hard, darling,” Phryne said with a grin. She raised an eyebrow. “Why, do you have company?”

She was only teasing, but Mac’s steely expression flickered briefly and suddenly Phryne remembered the mystery coat and hat by the door.

“As a matter of fact, yes, Ido,” Mac said smugly, but Phryne knew her well enough to recognize the hint of uneasiness hiding in her eyes, behind the bravado.

“Mac, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

Mac waved away the apology before Phryne could finish talking. “What did you need my help with?”

“The Breyer case,” Phryne said, straightening up. “Jack’s away visiting his sister in Warrnambool, as you know, and the detective working the case is, shall we say, less than welcoming of my help, even with Hugh there to vouch for me,” she said, offended. “I need another look at the body, so I came to you.”

Mac looked puzzled. “Why? Just for my key? We are both well aware that the door locks at the morgue are no match for you and your trusty lockpick.”

Phryne rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly, Mac,” she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a carefully-wrapped object. “I need you to compare the victim’s wounds to this letter opener. I found it in the rosebushes outside her house. An odd place for a letter opener, don’t you think? And even odder that it has what looks to be dried blood on it.”

“And this can’t wait until morning?”

Phryne attempted to school her expression into one more innocent, but she knew it was futile. “DI Bradley may have ordered me to stay away from the body…” she admitted begrudgingly. “But if you can prove that this is the murder weapon-”

Mac sighed deeply. “All right, fine, give me a minute to get dressed,” she said. Phryne grinned, but before Mac could leave the room, Phryne heard a familiar voice from the hallway.

“Mac? Are you all right? I heard you talking, and you weren’t in – oh.”

Suddenly, Rosie Sanderson was standing in the doorway, looking every bit as surprised as Phryne felt.

“Rosie?” Phryne said, glancing curiously between her and Mac.

“Phryne,” Rosie said, looking increasingly panicked as she nervously pulled her black robe tighter around herself. “I – I don’t know what to say-”

“You don’t have to say anything-” Phryne interrupted, just as Mac said, “It’s all right, love-”

All three women broke off.

“I’m sorry, Rosie,” Mac said finally. “Phryne would like my help, so she decided to break into my apartment instead of waiting until morning, like a normal person.” She fixed Phryne with a stern look. “But don’t worry; she won’t be telling anyone about us.”

“Mac, I would never,” Phryne said fiercely, a little offended that Mac thought she needed to be told to keep her mouth shut. Though on second thought, it was probably for Rosie’s sake; after all, she didn’t know Phryne very well. “You have my word,” she said, directly to Rosie. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“Thank you,” Rosie said softly. She shared a look with Mac, who reached out a hand for her to take, stroking her thumb over the back of Rosie’s hand reassuringly. “Nobody knows… about us, I mean. It’s all quite new, to me…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Phryne assured her gently. “I understand.”

Rosie visibly relaxed and gave Phryne a small smile. “I suppose there’s a reason you’re Mac’s best friend,” she said.

Phryne grinned slyly. “Well, it’s certainly not to keep her out of trouble.”

Mac groaned. “Speaking of that, love, Phryne requires my help at the morgue. It won’t take long-” she shot Phryne a warning look, as if daring her friend to contradict her, “-and then I’ll be back, all right?”

Rosie nodded, her expression mildly curious. “All right.”

Phryne caught Mac’s gaze before she could turn to head back to the bedroom, giving her a broad grin. Mac’s expression softened, and she gave Phryne a grateful smile in return as she followed Rosie down the hallway.

<><><>

Rosie was still awake when Mac returned, sitting in bed with a cup of tea in her hands, clearly waiting for Mac.

“You didn’t have to wait up,” Mac said, giving her a soft smile as she began to undress again. Rosie returned the smile, setting her teacup on the bedside table as she watched Mac, her expression fond.

“I know,” she said simply. “Was the letter opener a match?”

Mac nodded as she walked over to the bed, where her pajamas lay. She’d explained what was happening before she left, and why Phryne needed her to come along.

“Yes it was,” she said, pulling on her pajamas as Rosie watched carefully.

“That’s good to hear,” Rosie said, though Mac noticed as her brows furrowed slightly in worry and she anxiously bit her lower lip.

“Darling,” Mac murmured, climbing onto the bed beside her and cupping Rosie’s cheek in one hand. She brushed the other gently through Rosie’s hair. “Phryne’s been my best friend since I was eight. She’s known about my… preference for years, and she has always been supportive of me. She would never reveal this to anyone without permission.” She caught Rosie’s eye. “Including Jack.”

Rosie let out a slow breath, and finally nodded. “It’s not that I expect him to take it poorly,” she said softly. “I just… need more time.”

“I know, love,” Mac said, gently pressing her lips to Rosie’s. She started to pull back, but Rosie made a soft sound of protest, chasing Mac’s lips for another kiss, seeking reassurance that Mac was only too happy to give. When she finally pulled back, Mac pressed her forehead to Rosie’s and smiled, relieved when Rosie smiled too.

“Shall we go back to sleep?” Mac murmured, and Rosie nodded. Mac lay down, holding up the comforter as Rosie settled into her arms before tucking it around them both. Rosie sighed contentedly as she made herself comfortable, arms wrapped around Mac and holding her close. Mac kissed her forehead gently, and Rosie sighed again, her lips turned up in a smile.

“Good night, Doctor,” she said, tilting her head up slightly to meet Mac’s eyes.

Mac smiled. “Good night, love,” she replied. Rosie closed her eyes and settled into Mac’s embrace. They were quiet for a moment, until Rosie broke the silence, sounding amused.

“Breaking into your apartment, really?”

Mac laughed, and Rosie chuckled too.

“You know how Phryne is, darling,” Mac said amusedly. “Never a dull moment.”

Rosie hummed her agreement, and soon she and Mac had both drifted off to sleep again, secure in each other’s embrace.

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #mfmm fanfic #phryne fisher #elizabeth macmillan #rosie sanderson #mac x rosie #phryne & mac #fanfic: mine #fanfic #fluff #secret relationship #established relationship

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