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🌹💀Cold Heart🌹💀

A Ghost x Jade Modern Warfare II story

Prologue : Hard Time

Inspired by Hard Time by Seinabo

“So… how much for a small bouquet of roses, Miss?” A teenager dressed in high school uniform stood in front of the displayed red colored flower of love, belonging to the Le Jardin floristry in London. His hands were tightly situated inside his trouser’s pockets, clearly shaking.

Jade smiled at the sight. His height was the same as hers, though she probably had a good decade on him. Immaculate hairstyle, not a single fold visible on his clothes, and blushing so hard his face was about to turn as red as her hair. The florist knew that this young boy’s most likely about to declare his love for his crush.

“A small bouquet would cost 15 quid, but for you, young lad,” she patted the boy’s shoulder softly, “12’s enough.”

The boy chimed in joy, “That’s great! I’ll take one, please.”

“I’ll wrap it up in white paper and plastic, tied with a ribbon for finishing. Does that work?” An aggressive nod from him made her smile ear to ear. “One bouquet coming right up!” Walking to the back of the shop to gather her best roses, Jade started to collect and the five roses in her hands, arranging the best flowers for the boy to confess with.

As she focused the task at hand, a ringtone of her phone interrupted her work. It was a different tune than her regular one, which could only mean one thing. When she fished out her device from her pocket, Jade immediately pressed the green icon upon seeing the name on the screen.

Putting the phone between her ear and shoulder, she continued her work, “Hi, Kate.”

“Hey, Jade. Always so cheerful.”

Jade could hear the smile from the CIA’s voice. Laswell had been a friend since her black agent days; a mentor figure of hers, leading her through lots of missions and assignments throughout the globe. Both women admired each other, and learned from each other a lot. If not for their affiliations, they’re sure they’d work together more.

“Been a long time since I heard your voice, Kate. What's up? Bit busy right now.” She said as her hands arranged the flowers in her palm.

“Sorry to disturb your work, but I need you.”

“Oh? Do you have a funeral? Wedding? Flower for your wife, perhaps? Are you visiting London? The weather sucks this time of year, though.”

“No. I need you, Jade.” Kate’s voice turned serious.

The emphasis on her codename told her what she needed to know, causing her to sigh on the phone, “…Laswell. Verdansk was my last assignment. You know I don't do this anymore–”

“Major Hassan Zyani of Iran is in possession of an American missile. We don't know where he got it from, or where the target is. What we know is that we eliminated his superior General Ghorbrani six months ago, and we think he wants retaliation.”

Laswell, always to the point. All that information though, caught Jade’s attention while she took out the white papers and transparent plastic around the roses. “…Continue.”

“We tried to apprehend him in Al Mazrah where we found the first missile, but he escaped and is now in Las Almas. We need your help to track him down, find the other missile, and dig up his plans with it.” the CIA continued.

“Las Almas? City of Souls, huh.” Taking the hanging ribbon from the wall, the florist started to wrap it around the base of the bouquet.

“Yes. Once you’re there, you will be united with Colonel Alejandro Vargas from the Mexican Special Forces. He's a local, so you'll get a lot of help from him. Sending the picture and files to you.”

Jade pulled the phone from her shoulder, looking at the images of the said soldier. “Oh, hello there.” Mexican Special Forces sounded cool as heck in her ears. He looked charming, she’d give him that. “Give me a few hours. I need to prepare my gears and contact MI6.”

“No need. I already notified MI6. You're free to go. Your wheels up in 3 hours.”

“Oh?”

“And one more thing. Ghost and Soap will join you.”

Jade halted her handiwork at the name drop. “...Ghost and Soap?”

“Yes. I believe you've acquainted yourselves in Verdansk. They're the ones who found the missile in Al Mazrah. They'll see things through.”

“...Huh.” She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her mouth.

“Any issues?” Laswell questioned from the other side.

“Not at all, Kate.” Jade tied the red ribbon on the front of the bouquet with finality. “Not at all.”

As the Brit finished her work, she took her handiwork into her arms, picking the phone from her shoulders. “Okay. I’ll be there."

“Sorry to disturb you again, Jade, but we could really use your help.” Laswell tried to explain herself, “You know I wouldn’t reach you if this wasn't a matter of emergency.”

“No problem at all, Kate. How can I ever say no to you, right? Oh Mrs. CIA.” A laugh from the other side made her chuckle. Tapping the red button on the phone, the florist put both of her palms on the table, staring at the roses she prepared.

Twenty years of service - she thought she’s done with this life, move on, live like a regular adult. Have a job, make a friend or two, get some food, have a family–

Well, she’s not lucky on that part yet, living basically all her life doing the dirty assignments and killing everyone MI6 saw as a threat, guilty or innocent. There was never any room for romance. She’s an adopted daughter of a couple MI6 retired black agents, whom she devoted her life to fill their shoes for. Now, all she wanted was a normal life, but of course, Laswell thought that her skills could do more good; keep the world safe, protect the people she loved, and that the world still needed her.

Jade scoffed before standing back up. She still had a boy in the front of her shop, waiting to confess to his crush. Sometimes she envied the people who come to her shop. They came in with events they want to celebrate, be it birthdays. weddings, anniversaries, funerals...

Love confessions.

She couldn’t help the smile on her face. “At least I can help the young lad.” And so, Jade walked to the frontside of the shop with the roses, finding the boy sitting on a chair, playing what seemed to be a mobile shooting game as his thumbs rapidly moved across the screen.

“Hey.” Jade called to him, making the boy flinch and close whatever game he’s playing. As he stood up, he saw the red and white bouquet on her hands, his eyes instantly glimmered with awe.

The woman stretched her arms to give her handiwork to him and fished out little colorful plastics containing sweets from the jar on the counter. “Here’s your bag of roses, and here’s some candy. Sugar will raise your confidence to the max. Good luck, Mate.” Jade said as she gave the bouquet and the candies to him.

“Thanks, Miss. I owe you lots.” The boy grinned.

“You’ll do well. Cease the moment!” Raising her fist in the air in front of her, he responded with a fistbump, before giving her the money and ran out of the florist, ready for his love declaration.

Looking at the clock on the wall, there’s still a few hours left until the shop closes, but considering the situation at hand, she walked to the door and flipped the hanged tag from 'open' to 'closed'.

Now, contacting her parents. Jade sighed as she scrolled her contacts list to find her father's number, because she knew how her parents felt about this. They wouldn't take this news well.

After a few beeps on the line, he picked up the call.

“Pa, Ma.”

“Hi, Lottie Dear! What’s up? Is the shop going well?” Her father, Eli's gentle yet stern voice rang through the phone.

“We’re just a few hours from London. Is something the matter, Love?” A feminine voice joined, which could only belong to her mother.

The two had been out of London for the week to pick up flowers from their private fields in Norfolk. Twenty years in business after their retirement – or, rather disappearances – from MI6, they thought having their own fields of flowers would be a great investment. Having their own farmers and land, it helped them with the continuity of their business.

Hearing their delightful voices, Jade's almost sorry to deliver them the news. “Yeah. Laswell called me again.”

The silence on the line told her that her parents were contemplating between themselves. Their daughter promised them that 2019 was her last mission. Now that the elder couple heard the CIA's name again, Jade needed to tell them what's going on.

"What's the situation?" Her father inquired, heaviness filling his voice.

“This Iranian Major has an American-made missile in his possession. He’s currently hiding in Las Almas. This’ll take probably a month or so.” Jade explained to her parents. “I won’t be alone, though. There are others with me this time. Wheels up in 3 hours.”

"Who will be with you?" Again, her father asked. This protective side of his had been a major character of his, even though Jade wouldn't complain about it at all.

Jade huffed, "Mexican Special Forces, and two operators of SAS, the ones I met three years ago back in Verdansk. There might be more, but that's all I know so far. Laswell will tell me more once I've packed my bags."

Silence lingered on the line, save for the faint sound of the car they're driving at the moment on the background. Jade knew that her parents were conversing without speaking, a trait she knew all too well.

Her mother, Gracie, clicked her tongue, "Do you really have to go?" Jade could hear reluctance in her voice. "You said you were done, Verdansk was your last assignment - you promised us, remember?"

Jade closed her eyes as she looked down at her arms, peppered with old scars from her days as a black agent, days she wanted to leave behind. However, as she reflected upon her phone call with Laswell earlier, it actually didn't take much for the CIA agent to convince her about joining in on this mission.

"And I'm sure I don't have to remind you about what happened 12 years ago, in Cuba." Eli said to her.

Well.

There's that.

One of the worst assignments that Jade had to take, and how it changed her life. A mission that even Laswell have no knowledge about.

"...Does it have to be you, Lottie Dear?"

That sentence from her mother made her stomach churn. She's her mother after all.

Jade couldn't say anything to that, other than the fact that Laswell wouldn't contact her in the first place if she had any other better name in mind. She didn't know too much about the mission yet to determine why Laswell had to call her, and saying the CIA's name once more wouldn't ease her parents' concern at the moment.

"...Yeah." she only mumbled lowly.

Silence still lingered. Either they would allow this, or she's going to have to go against her parents' wishes.

"It's a long time ago, more than a decade, Pa. I'm okay now, and I won't be alone, remember?" Jade said as her last attempt at reasoning with her parents. "I have some very strong and capable people covering my back, so don't be too worried, okay?"

Jade thought she had to do the latter, until her father spoke, “Alright, Love. Have a safe trip." Hearing her father's confirmation, Jade looked up straight in surprise. "Take your gears, it’s in my armory. The key’s in uhh…”

“In your Pa’s study. Lowest drawer. Take everything you need, including the ‘persuasion’ kits too, if you ever find yourself needing it.” Her mother’s voice interrupted. “Sharpen your blades, loosen your muscles, be vigilant, Dear.”

“And don’t worry about the shop. We’ll do fine.” Her father assured.

Jade scoffed at her parents’ voice. They’re the best parents she could ever ask for. “I know, Pa. Ma.”

“Good. Be careful, Lottie. We love you.”

“I love you both, too. See you.” After hanging up the call, Jade huffed in relief. Step one was completed. Now she didn't have to go to the mission carrying a heavy heart with her.

'Ghost and Soap will join you.'

Laswell’s voice lingered in her mind. She knew the latter is the youngest SAS personnel with exceptional abilities and potential, but the former, though?

He's a handful.

When they first met in Verdansk, the skull-faced SAS lieutenant was the most foul-mouthed man she’s ever met. Cursed like there’s no tomorrow and underestimated her to the point that she got her nickname, Midget. She’s not even that short! Jade’s just average UK woman’s height! Offended to the bone, she got back at him by calling Ghost Beanpole, even though she must admit, his physique was the furthest thing from a beanpole, but she’s nowhere near midget either (again, even though he’s got a good 1 foot on her).

Anyway, their meeting was unpleasant, as there were divisions and distrust amongst the Armistice in Verdansk. Their rivalries started, going from the fact that they both work alone, specialize in stealth, and seem to have a close personal relationship with their blades. Ghost and her had been an acquaintance and no more, save for the bastard-calling part.

Don’t get her wrong, Ghost was certainly not someone you’d want as an enemy. He would’ve been a great ally to fight alongside with, if and only if he’s a little bit more agreeable to the people around him. Jade wondered what else Ghost, Soap, and the new Mexican ally had in store for her in this mission.

But that’s for the future to think about. For now, she’s got a flight to catch.

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There's the prologue for "Cold Heart"! This series will be updated kinda irregularly (I will try regularly tho. Probably around once a week/two week).

Hope you enjoyed that and stay tuned!

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Clouds - Wanda Maximoff x OC

warnings: strangers to lovers, paniked flyer, scared/comfort

word count: 4.1k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1451146701-clouds-bailey

vibe: “Ha ha,” She rolled her eyes playfully. “You brought this on yourself really, could’ve left me to suffer in silence the whole plane ride.”

“And miss the chance to see that smile? I could never.” The red head cood as she tucked a stray hair behind Bailey’s ear, the soft touch sending sparks all over her body.

Masterlist

“How long is this flight again?” Bailey asked her sister over the phone as she dug through her purse for her kindle with shaking hands.

“Seven hours,” her sister said between bossing around someone on the other end of the phone. “You would think it’s this florist's first wedding.” She scoffed.

The silence was deafening when Bailey didn’t answer with something sarcastic or mean.

“B,” Tess said, “did I mention how much I love you for doing this? I know how much flying scars you, but I really needed you this weekend. This wedding wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Tess was marrying her fiance Josh in London where they met six years ago. And despite Bailey begging on her knees for them to get married in Toronto, closer to home, Tess wanted the romantic get away.

“It’ll be over before you know it,” Tess encouraged. “And I stocked the wine bar for you in your hotel room.”

“Now you’re speaking my language,” Bailey laughed a soft, nervous laugh. “I should go, the flight attendant keeps giving me dirty looks.”

“I love you, try to relax. I’ll see you soon.” She cooed and ended the call.

“Try to relax,” Bailey mocked with her head down. “Easier said than done when you’ve reached talking to yourself status…” she sighed and turned to look out the window.

She made an exaggerated play of turning off her phone, mentally giving the stewardess the bird. She might be terrified but she was terrified with attitude.

Bailey settled back into her seat, fastening her seatbelt and wishing they were in the air already when she felt weight in the neighbouring seat and a brush of pressure against her arm.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" the red head smiled apologetically to her as she adjusted her position, "I forget how little space you actually get in these tin cans."

Bailey glanced over, her eyes meeting the most perfect shade of green she’s ever seen and almost stumbling over her words because of them. “Tin can?” She asked.

The woman grinned and looked over at her. “That’s practically what these are.” She said gesturing to the plane. “Giant metal tubes with wings.”

Unease filled Bailey’s stomach as the woman grinned. “Great.” Bailey whispered.

“Oh,” her seat-mate said, “you’re a nervous flyer. I’m sorry.” Her hand covered her mouth apologetically but her green eyes sparked with the hint of a smile. “Please feel free to ignore me.”

“It’s fine, honestly,” Bailey grimaced, swallowing past the knot of nausea and hoping her face wasn’t as green as she felt. “If I could have been anywhere else but here I would have been.”

She fiddled with the rings on her fingers nervously, twisting one way and the other in hopes that it would soothe her some.

“I imagine you must have a pretty good reason to get out of your comfort zone then?” her neighbor asked, her voice laced in a curious tone. “I’m Wanda, by the way.” She added reaching a hand out towards Bailey.

She reached a hand out in response and as soon as the red head’s hand closed around hers a sense of comfort hit her nerves.

“Bailey,” she answered with awkward smile as she reluctantly pulled her hand back to her lap, “and yeah, its my sister’s wedding.”

“Well I think it’s very sweet of you to get on a plane for her, Bailey.”

“It might be fuelled by more guilt over missing it than sweetness but,” Bailey offered the sarcasm up expecting Wanda to miss it.

“At least it’s not because you’re in love with her fiancé?” Wanda raised an eyebrow. She was incredibly pretty and a rush of nervousness caught Bailey by the tongue.

Is she flirting with me?

“He’s not my type,” Bailey said, hoping that she hadn’t read the room… plane…wrong.

“Well then,” Wanda’s soft laughter filled the cabin and it blanketed the short circuiting nerves Bailey couldn’t control. “Lucky me.”

As the last passengers boarded and took their seats, Bailey smiled back, blushing slightly, feeling more calm than she had been in the days since she'd booked the flight.

Turning back to her kindle, (What? She didn't want to come across as desperate) she switched off whilst the cabin crew performed their safety ritual and the plane started taxiing to the runway.

The seatbelt signs lit and the Captain's voice filled the cabin as the plane's engines gained in momentum and volume.

Bailey felt her whole body tense, gripping her seat rests and closing her eyes. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." she chanted under her breath.

Her eyes slid closed as she tried to suck in any air she could to keep herself calm but the cabin air was thick with pressure making it hard to do anything. Bailey felt soft fingers curl over her own as she breathed and a warm scent of cinnamon and vanilla wash over her as Wanda leaned in. "You gotta breathe Bailey," Wanda whispered. "We're almost up in the air."

Bailey's eyes opened and flickered over to the woman with the beaming smile.

"There she is." Wanda rasped, "Breathe in... and out... there you go."

“How thanks you do that…” Bailey stammered, flushing at Wanda’s tinkling giggle. “No. I mean….thanks. I don’t know how you managed to calm me down but you did.”

“Maybe I’m magic.” Wanda smiled, her nose crinkling sweetly as she wiggled her fingers in Bailey’s direction.

“You sure are something,” Bailey murmured in response, trying not to kick herself when she realised she’d uttered the words out loud.

“How about you let me buy you a drink to calm your nerves a little more?” Wanda nodded her head towards the back of the plane, where the hostess had begun her journey down the aisle with the drinks trolley.

“Oh, you don’t-” Bailey began, breath hitching in her throat as Wanda’s hand fell atop hers once more.

“Please?” She whispered with a soft bat of her eyelashes that did nothing to coax the words out of Bailey’s brain which she was sure had finally short-circuited. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Whatever you want, really.”

“Thank you, again.” Bailey smiled bashfully.

Wanda smiled as she reached for the button to call the flight attendant, “Anytime, beautiful. We are gonna be together for a while here, if I can do at least one thing to make your flight even a little more bearable, I will.”

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks yet again at Wanda’s compliment. What was this woman doing to her? It had rolled so naturally from her lips in that sweet voice almost like she’d called her that a thousand times before.

“I’d like that,” She finally responded, a soft smile on her face as she settled back in her seat.

Bailey watched Wanda flirt with the flight attendant, her smooth voice and pretty smile won a favor and the attendant was quick to bring them back two drinks. Their fingers brushed momentarily together as Bailey took her cup and pressed it to her lips.

"Are these doubles?" Bailey could smell the whiskey brimming in the cup. "Are they even allowed to do that on a plane?"

"Probably not but uh..." Wanda peered over her shoulder to wave her fingers at the woman who had served us, "Amanda there was easily swayed."

"You're very good at making people feel comfortable," Bailey said, downing some of her drink and letting it warm her chest.

"Are you comfortable now?" She asked her as she sipped on her own drink.

"A little yeah, it's going to be a long seven hours though." Bailey admitted.

"How about we play a game?" Wanda shifted in her seat and curled a leg up beneath her. "Twenty questions, first person to not answer one buys the next round?"

"Alright," Bailey smiled, "Why are you going to London?"

"Quick on the draw," Wanda laughed. "uh..."

She took a sip of her drink before turning back to Bailey, "it's a long story," she began. "and not one I can get into in a public place. Looks like the next round is on me."

"Don't worry," Bailey replied.

"So," Wanda continued, "question two, what do you do?"

"As in?" Bailey prompted.

"Your choice," Wanda replied.

"Okay, well, I've just finished grad school, and I'm moving to Washington next month to start my job."

"Washington, DC?" Wanda asked. If Bailey wasn't mistaken there was a hint of hopeful in her tone.

She couldn't help the smile that formed on her face as she nodded. "Yeah, are you from there?"

Wanda grinned over the edge of her cup. "Not from, but I frequent there often for work. Was that one of your questions?"

Bailey laughed softly, "I guess so."

“Ok, my turn. Have you ever been to London before?” Wanda’s head tilted adorably as she waited for Bailey’s answer.

“No, I haven’t. I’ve got a fair bit of time after the wedding though. I wanted to make the most of my trip so I thought to explore a little.”

“An excellent plan,” Wanda hummed agreeably. “I would have done the same.”

“How about you?” Bailey asked. “Is this your first visit to London?”

“Oh no,” the redhead smiled, reaching over to rest her fingers delicately on Bailey’s arm. “My brother lives there so I’ve stayed with him quite a few times.” She leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially, her closeness sending a thrill down Bailey’s spine. “I don’t much care for his wife though, so this time I rented a little apartment.”

"That would have been smart," Bailey scrunched her nose up. "I'm in a hotel downtown."

"Less cozy," Wanda noted, "Did something happen to you that made you so scared of flying?"

"Oh were getting into it now," Bailey laughed, a little uncomfortable. "No, never. I don't do very good in tight spaces, and being in one suspended in the air..." Heat flushed her cheeks as Wanda leaned across the arm rest to listen, her pretty face cupped carefully in her hand, laden with rings and red nail polish. "Do you and your brother get along?"

"We're twins, it's always been just me and him for as long as I can remember and we're mega close, and then he met his wife. She doesn't understand the connection we have, the way we can tell what the other is thinking just with a glance. So that's had a bit of an effect on our relationship. That and of course the fact that he's now relocated to London so she can be near her family." Wanda explained.

"I'm sorry," Bailey replied. "That must be so hard." She reached out and placed her hand on Wanda's. "What about your parents?"

A flicker of something sadder shines in Wanda's eyes for a moment before she recovers and smiles leaning back into the chair again. "We lost them when were were teens." The smile falters for a moment. Bailey's hand curls over Wanda's again and she offers her a soft smile.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

Wanda shook her head softly but still gave Bailey's hand a squeeze. "It was a long time ago." She sucked in a soft breath before regaining that same smile.

Bailey gestured to the passing hostess, indicating for a refill on their drinks, but she kept her attention on the attractive woman before her.

“Your turn,” she murmured with a soft smile.

“Ok,” Wanda said, her expression fond and a little grateful. “What do you do for work?”

“I’m a photographer,” Bailey replied. “Mainly architecture, but I stray into the realms of portraiture when I need to bolster the bank account.” She grinned and lifted up her hands, setting her fingers as if she were putting Wanda in the centre of a frame. “Just as I thought,” she hummed. “Pretty as a picture.”

"That whiskey is sinking in," Wanda laughed.

"Do you like to read?" Bailey looked down at the forgotten kindle in her lap.

"Do you consider dirty smut romance reading?" Wanda cheeks blushed.

"I think I just fell in love," Bailey swooned. "Tell me everything."

"I can't give away my secrets just yet." Wanda winked.

Bailey chuckled, "fair enough." She said running her hand over the kindle. "I don't think I could get through life without this thing attached to me."

"Why's that?" Wanda asked looking over at her.

"It's just nice to be able to hide away in a fantasy world sometimes." Bailey said softly, "to put a pause on real life for a few minutes or a few hours."

"I understand," The red head mused, reaching a hand to her lap, fingers hovering just above hers before she dragged a fingernail across her hand. "Reading has been a refuge for me as well many a times in my life. Especially soon after we lost our parents. Books and my brother are all I had left."

Bailey turned her hand over and laced her fingers tentatively with Wanda's. Sparks lit up at her nerve endings when she closed their hands together with a smile.

"Maybe we can give each other some reading recommendations some time?" The brunette asked.

"I'd love that," She answered green eyes sparkling with hope, "and not just because that means you don't wanna forget me the minute we make it to that terminal."

"I don't think I could," Bailey smiled.

"Who's question-" Wanda started but the plane jumped and whiskey spilled from their glasses onto their laps.

Bailey's heart pounded in her chest as the plane leveled back out and she found her hand trapping Wanda's in a death grip. "I'm sorry," she apologized and pulled their hands apart.

"Why don't we watch a movie? Take our minds off things, we can share headphones?" Wanda wiggled an ear bud at Bailey who nodded. "Alright, your pick."

She could feel Wanda’s gaze on her as she scrolled through the selections, shaking her head at the choice, flicking rapidly from one to the next.

"What are you in the mood for?" Wanda asked, a clear effort to keep the brunette's mind on her. "There's usually something good on these flights. What about a comedy?"

The plane lurched again as another gust of turbulence took hold of it. Bailey couldn't help the squeal that erupted from her lips. She felt all color drain from her face as her chest heaved harshly.

She felt Wanda’s fingers curl into hers and closed her eyes, taking in a trembling breath.

“You’re ok, we’re ok Bailey. Just breathe, I’ve got you.” Voice soft and calming just inches away from Bailey’s ear.

“Just focus on your breathing, I’ll choose for us.”

Bailey did just that as she willed herself to shut out any noise other than Wanda’s voice and focused on the soft brush of her thumb against her skin as she breathed.

Wanda picked a rom-com, Sleepless in Seattle and once it was going she turned her focus back on Bailey. "How you doing?" She asked in a soft voice and Bailey counted herself through each stuttered breath.

"I hate planes," she laughed nervously but stopped when Wanda wound their hands together once again. "A little less with you around."

"Don't flirt too much, it'll go to my head." Wanda joked and cuddled in tight to Bailey, settling the warmest feeling over her almost as if she had covered her in a blanket. "Have you ever seen this one?"

Bailey knew what Wanda was doing, distraction had never seemed to work before but when the red head looked at her like that, the world faded into a dull roar. It made Bailey feel invincible.

"No never," she answered honestly.

"Oh my god, are you serious?" Wanda feigned shock.

Bailey let out a breathy stuttering laugh, "book worm remember?"

"Right," Wanda smiled softly, her eyes raking over Bailey's features. "You okay now?"

She nodded and gave a small smile as Wanda leaned closer over the armrest, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "Y-yeah," Bailey stuttered out softly taking the headphone Wanda held out for her. "Thanks."

"Anytime," Wanda whispered softly.

Once her breaths had calmed and her heartbeats had settled Bailey lifted Wanda’s arm, her hold on her hand unfaltering she reached her free hand under to lift the armrest completely.

“Hey,” The red head whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “you stole my move.” She finished with a smile.

A giggle slipped through the brunette’s lips before she settled her head comfortably on her shoulder. Wanda leaned down a touch, reaching for the blanket tucked into the pocket of the seat in front of her and settled it over them before resting her cheek on Bailey’s head.

Sleep found Bailey easier than expected and when the stewardess gently shook them awake she had a soft, comforting smile on her face because of it. Wanda's hair was messy and her cheek was warm from where it had been rested on Bailey.

"Oh I hope I didn't drool on you," Wanda said in the cutest sleepy voice as the stewardess set the food on their trays. It looked about as delicious as airplane food could but her stomach rumbled all the same.

"My sweater is soaked," Bailey teased with a smile.

“Look at her she’s all comfortable and she’s got jokes now,” Wanda teased back.

“Ha ha,” She rolled her eyes playfully. “You brought this on yourself really, could’ve left me to suffer in silence the whole plane ride.”

“And miss the chance to see that smile? I could never.” The red head cood as she tucked a stray hair behind Bailey’s ear, the soft touch sending sparks all over her body.

Bailey indicated to the screen, "so yet another time I've not watched Sleepless in Seattle," she smiled. "Seems I'm destined never to watch it."

Wanda traced her thumb along Bailey's cheek, following the crease which had formed during her rest on the red head's shoulder. Bailey's breath hitched at the touch, her gaze drawn to her companion's and she realised she was biting her bottom lip.

"That's ok," Wanda murmured, "I'm sure we could find it if we get chance to Netflix and chill."

“I’m still not convinced I’d see the whole movie,” Bailey smirked slyly. “I think there’d be more chilling than actual Netflix.”

It was Wanda’s turn to blush at Bailey’s obvious flirting and the brunette popped a bite of dubious-looking chicken casserole into her mouth to try and hide her satisfied grin.

The pair continued their conversation over their meals, with Wanda suggesting some restaurants and pubs that she thought Bailey might appreciate during her time in the UK.

“You know, though,” Wanda said, gesturing with her fork, “most of these places are far more enjoyable with company. It’s a shame you don’t know anyone over there other than the bride-to-be…”

Bailey’s heart pounded a little faster in her chest at what she thought Wanda was trying to imply and her breath hitched as she waited for her to finish her sentence.

“Maybe our calendars will align and we could enjoy a glass of wine and some food?”

"Get me through the landing first?" Bailey asked and Wanda nodded. "If we survive, I'll buy you dinner."

"Sounds like a rigged bet," Wanda smiled as their trays were taken and the seatbelt light popped on. The warning to prepare for landing came over the cabin and Bailey exhaled a shaky breath. "Hold my hand?" She asked her.

"If it'll make you feel safe," Bailey winked at her and linked their hands together as the plane dropped into a lower altitude. Bailey sucked in nervous breath and Wanda gave her hand a little squeeze.

"Fish and Chips." Wanda said quietly, "highly underrated, that's where you can take me."

"So confident," Bailey said between soft murmurs of counting her breathing.

"No ketchup though, vinegar on the chips."

"You don't like ketchup?" Bailey laughed nervously as the plane rumbled and the wheels dropped.

"Can't stand it," Wanda smiled. Bailey knew that she was just trying to distract her from the way the plane swept through the air getting closer to the runway but it was working and each silly remark from her pouty lips was enough to make everything else in the cabin fade to nothing.

“Well now I’m terrified to know your feelings on Ranch.” Bailey laughed.

Wanda squeezed her hand gently with a grin as the wheels hit tarmac. “Let’s save that conversation for the third date.”

A bright shade of pink spread over Bailey’s cheeks. Her stomach flipped at the promise and Wanda’s ability to turn her from a shaky mess to a melting puddle with only a few words. “Third date?” She choked out.

Wanda shrugged. “I’m being optimistic.” She winked.

"So far so good," Bailey smiled, "and it looks like we've failed to die so I owe you at least one date."

"Where are you staying?" Wanda asked.

"Kensington," Bailey replied, "the wedding's at Fulham Palace so it made sense to stay somewhere close and central. The whole wedding party's booked in there for the big day on Saturday."

Wanda stood, passing Bailey her bag from the overhead locker before retrieving her own.

“A lovely part of London,” she nodded, looking impressed. “I’ve never been to Fulham Palace but I’m sure it’s going to look beautiful all decorated.”

Bailey gazed thoughtfully at Wanda, warring internally with herself before deciding to take the bull by the horns.

“Would you…would you like to see it in person? I have a plus one and…never mind. I know it’s lot to ask and we’ve only just met and-“

Her ramble was cut off by a gentle finger on her lips.

"I have the perfect outfit," Wanda smiled and Bailey felt it down into her toes. She couldn't believe she had even had the nerve to ask but she felt lighter for doing so. Wanda stood staring at her, eyes dancing around her face like she wanted to ask her something but they were pushed forward by the flow of the traffic and off the plane.

Bailey lost her in the crowd as they entered the terminal and swore to herself when she realized she hadn't gotten her number.

"Shit," she swore she could feel her heart breaking. She had really liked Wanda. She wandered around in a panicked circle, searching the crowd for a fleck of red hair or that pretty, tantalizing smile but came short. "There goes the girl of my dreams..." Bailey rolled her eyes, trying to compose herself as the disappointed emotions bubbled up.

"What's wrong?" Wanda's voice floated over her and Bailey turned to see her standing the middle of the packed airport.

That smile drowning out every other bit of noise around them, the bodies became blurred and the voices hushed as Wanda stared at her.

“Thought I lost you there for a second,” Bailey laughed shyly.

“I’m not going anywhere love,” Wanda said, reaching for her free hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Besides, I was promised a date and I’m not missing a chance to see those pretty eyes again.”

Bailey smiled brightly as butterflies swarmed her insides and warmth flooded her body at her words. Her capacity to both calm her and make her blush astonished her. She never thought she’s be grateful for a being on a plane but she felt damn grateful now and if it was next to Wanda, she’d get on a thousand more because she knew she’d be okay.

The sound of her sweet voice and gentle brush of her knuckles pulled her from her thoughts.

“There you are,” she cooed, “Let’s go find a cab pretty girl, we gotta get you to your sister so I can whine about missing you and wanting to kiss you again.”

“Again?” The brunette questioned in a whisper.

“Can I?” Wanda answered, green-eyes glinting with desire as she bit the corner of her lip.

Bailey had barely nodded before she pulled her flush to her and her lips found hers in a tender kiss. She felt her smile into the kiss and she all but melted against her as she hummed, “even sweeter than I’d imagined.”

The brunette flushed, her lips still tingling from their kiss as Wanda led them through the sea of people. She was really gonna have to thank her sister for wanting a London wedding.

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Seemingly Incurable Sadness

Alfie Solomons x female reader

Summary: (Modern AU) You’re weeks away from your wedding to Tommy, but you’ve run away to Camden to think about your future. When you stumble into a random pub for a drink, you meet a handsome bartender who changes everything.

Author’s Note: This was requested by the lovely @solomons-finest-rum who asked me to write a modern Alfie fic where he owns his own bar. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: drinking, language, unwanted advances

You’d just arrived in Camden feeling tired and ready for a drink. Unable to go any further, you settled for the first pub you saw, a run down little place called The Rum House. Although it was late afternoon, the sun disappeared as soon as you crossed the threshold. The interior was dark and it smelled of damp as though you had entered a cave. Your boots stuck to the sticky floorboards giving you the feeling it hadn’t been mopped properly in ages.

If you’d had any concern for your comfort, you would have chosen literally anywhere else to rest. However, you were too tired to care. Dropping your exhausted body onto a stool, you looked around noting the lack of patrons. A few old men sat huddled in a corner arguing about a football match, while another man kept to himself at the end of the bar.

Usually when you came to London you enjoyed fine dining in elegant restaurants accompanied by expensive bottles of wine. You didn’t spend much time in places like these because your fiancé would never have allowed it. He liked the best life had to offer, exhibiting his wealth and influence via material possessions and you were no exception. At times you felt you were just another box to be ticked, a possession to be acquired in a month when you would be wed in front of 500 guests. Most of those people you barely even knew, businessman and politicians more important to your fiancé than you were.

Feeling overwhelmed by the demands of wedding planning and the life that awaited you as the wife of an MP, you’d taken an unannounced trip to escape. Though you knew this was a childish way of handling your feelings, you also knew how futile it was to voice your concerns. Your friends and family all thought you were lucky to be marrying a handsome, successful man. They said you were ungrateful if you complained about him being cold and distant at times, explaining he had other responsibilities besides tending to your every whim.

As you sat at the bar, your phone began to ring. You reached for it noticing yet another call from the florist and let it go to voicemail. No sooner had you done that, a text message appeared from your mother and then from your sister. The tone of the messages were the same, wondering how you could be so irresponsible as to disappear this close to your wedding date. Suddenly the stress was seeping back into your body, making you tense all over. You switched your phone off for a much needed respite from the barrage of communication, then cradled your head in your hands as a gruff voice called out to you, “Gonna order somethin?”

“Could I have a minute, please? And then I’ll order,” you said on a shaky breath without looking up.

“Course, dove,” he said more gently, leaving you to your thoughts.

Ten minutes later he returned, placing a ringed hand on the bar to announce his presence without startling you. He stood before you, clearing his throat softly and you were grateful for the delicate approach. Looking up, you noticed his furrowed brow, as he stared at you with concern. “You alright? Can I get you anything?” he asked.

You nodded before answering politely, “Gin neat, please.” The bartender turned to face the shelf and began to pull a bottle of Shelby Co. Limited gin from the top before you shouted, “No, not that one!”

The man looked over his shoulder at you with a puzzled look. “It’s too sweet,” you attempted to explain quickly, affecting a softer, more controlled tone of voice.

“Right, can’t blame you there, love," he said, an affable grin warming his handsome features. He attempted a bit of humor to make you feel at ease. "Marketing for it’s a bit soppy as well, innit?” He began reciting the label from memory dramatically gesturing with one large hand, “For the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness!”

As he pulled another bottle from the shelf, he let out an amused chuckle from deep within his chest, “What self-absorbed twat thought that up, eh?”

You scoffed as you replied, “Someone who makes a lot of money making promises of happiness without having to fulfill them."

The man snickered for a moment, placing your drink in front of you. “Is that why you’re here then?” he asked, intense green eyes studying you carefully.

“Why do you ask?” you inquired, turning your gaze down toward your drink.

“If you had ordered whisky, I’d know you was here for business," he said matter of factly. Continuing with a bit of hesitation he added, "Had it been rum...Well, rum’s for fun and fuckin’, innit?" he said, a blush creeping into his cheeks. "So if you ain’t here to do either of those, what are you here for, treacle?”

“Just a quick drink,” you said, gesturing toward your glass with a tight smile. You could tell by the way he leaned onto his elbows that he wasn’t finished. He was still observing you with those piercing eyes.

“Well the problem with gin, right, is that it leads to the melancholy. Ain’t gonna solve your problems with that stuff, but maybe you already knew that,” he observed, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Pointing a finger in your direction he said, “You’re a clever woman to see through the Shelby bullshit.”

You jerked your head up to look at him, wondering how he knew. “What did you say? Do you know the Shelby family?”

“Course I do, love. Tommy and his animal brothers too, don’t I?" he said narrowing his eyes. "Their gin business is doing far better than my rum ever did. Nothing but bees and honey like you said, off people’s troubles and what not.” Trying to affect an air of nonchalance, he picked up a rag and began cleaning the top of the bar. You breathed a heavy sigh realizing he was discussing business now, oblivious to any personal ties you might have with the family.

“You’re Alfie Solomons,” you stated, making the connection between the man behind the bar and the discontinued rum label that had gone out of business five years ago. Tommy had a hand in ending this man's career with his usual tactics. You called them unethical, while Tommy preferred unorthodox. Since that time no one knew what had become of the rum distiller whose spirits had once earned numerous awards. All kinds of rumors swirled around London, but no one knew where he had vanished to after the collapse of his company or if he was even alive.

“That’s right,” he said with a quick nod. His phone began to ring and he reached into his back pocket to fish it out. He excused himself to the back room to take the call as you traced the top of your glass absently.

Lost in thought about the day’s events, you hadn’t noticed the man at the end of the bar creep closer to you until his voice was ringing in your ear suddenly asking, “Want some company?”

“You’re alright,” you said without making eye contact.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all by herself?” he continued. The sweat and whisky poured off him in equal measure and you leaned back to avoid the stench as much as possible. That only enticed him more though so you decided to make a verbal statement of your disgust.

“I’m trying to enjoy my drink in peace. Leave me alone,” you said forcefully.

Despite your tone, he didn’t seem deterred, venturing a hand to your shoulder next. You brushed him off quickly, standing to put distance between you. “Don’t touch me!” you shouted loud enough to get the attention of the old men in the corner. However, they only watched with mild interest, none of them coming to your aid.

“You don’t have to be such a bitch,” he slurred at you, grabbing for you arm. At that moment, Alfie came back to witness the scene and instantly sprang into action, dodging a sloppy punch as a bullmastiff came to join him growling viciously by his side. He had the man's arm in a painful looking hold before he could utter another word, leaning over to growl in his ear, “The lady told you to leave her alone, mate. That means she’s off the fucking menu for you. So how come you’re still thievin’ my oxygen?”

The man mumbled some incoherent response before trying to escape the hold. Alfie was much faster though, hauling him off toward the exit. “Good boy, trot on. Down there is Bonny Street,” he said shoving the man out the door.

When Alfie returned you offered your thanks for his help.

“S no trouble. Don’t like ladies in my establishment bein harassed. Besides if I didn’t, you might never come back. Couldn’t have that now could I?” he asked with a grin, scratching his dog behind the ears.

You gave him a watery smile in return, feeling how kind he was being. He wasn’t hitting on you. He was offering protection and for that you were grateful. You hadn’t felt genuine warmth from someone in a long time. You were so tired from keeping your guard up all the time. It was nice to have someone look after you, even if it was only keeping the bar flys away.

“If you say you don’t want to be disturbed, than you won’t be,” he said, ready to return to his station behind the bar.

“Wait,” you called out. “If you don’t mind my asking, what happened to you?"

“You mean Solomons Rum?” Alfie said leaning against the bar.

“Yes, you just disappeared. Why?” you said curious to know how someone could lose everything and still keep their sanity.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, pet. Life is so much easier to deal with when you are dead,” he proclaimed.

You had to laugh at his assertion. “So that’s the secret, eh? Abandoning all responsibility?” you asked, voice turning serious all of a sudden. Alfie picked up on your tone right away.

“Now I didn’t say that. Didn’t run off and join the circus, did I?” he said gesturing around his bar. “Just took a step back and become a respectable member of the community’s all. Stopped troubling myself with shit that don't matter.” He scratched his beard before venturing a query of his own. “Where did you run away from, dove?”

“Birmingham,” you revealed, although it shocked you as soon as the answer left your lips. “I’m trying to make a decision about my future,” you said continuing your confession. It must have been the gin lowering your inhibitions, normally you would have never divulged that kind of information to a stranger. Alfie seemed different though. He was offering to listen and you weren’t used to that. It felt like an indulgence you had to take advantage of just this once. You wondered if he might be able to help you make sense of things.

Just when you opened your mouth to speak again, Alfie stood, interrupting your train of thought. You shut your mouth quickly, feeling foolish. Perhaps he didn’t want to hear your troubles after all. In one swift movement, he wordlessly swept your glass from the table, leaving you in utter confusion.

“What are doing with my drink?” you asked watching him discard it behind the bar. You noticed him pour an amber colored liquid into a double old fashioned. When he brought the new drink back to you with a flourish he explained, “Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt.” He pushed the spirit toward you with two fingers, staring at you intently. “I believe you’re more in need of the old rum right now than gin,” he said with a wink. Sitting back on a stool and crossing his arms over his chest he declared, “Now, tell us your plan.”

Over the course of the next two hours you spoke to Alfie candidly about your troubles and he listened as the last of his patrons filtered out of the bar until it was just the two of you sat at the bar discussing your life. You explained how badly you wanted a life of your own away from the pressure of living under your fiancé's shadow. You told him how desperately you wanted to stop taking orders and how you dreamed of having a real partner in life and in love.

Somewhere along the way you had decided you couldn't go through with your marriage to Tommy and you knew you would have to tell him sooner rather than later. It must have been when you'd gotten lost in Alfie's thoughtful feedback or the way he held your gaze as he absorbed every new piece of information with care. He even made you laugh despite the painful things you divulged. Whatever it was, you were falling under his spell.

The rum had warmed you pleasantly and you had forgotten about the sadness which consumed you when you arrived. After a brief lull in the conversation, you felt yourself lean into Alfie, knees brushing against his. Your hands came to rest on his thighs, steadying you as you gazed into his captivating eyes. You waited midway between you with eyes closed and felt his calloused palm graze your cheek, followed by the sensation of his soft lips on yours. You melted into his touch and synchronized your movement with his, wishing you never had to part from him.

As you eventually pulled away for air, you came to your senses and realized you needed to get back to the real world. “Alfie, I’m sorry, but I need to check in with my family. They’ll be worried,” you said.

“Say no more,” he reassured you, leaning back to give you space.

As you turned your phone back on, it immediately lit up with an incoming call. Tommy’s face popped up on the screen and Alfie’s face flashed with recognition, suddenly realizing who you had been discussing these last two hours. “I need to take this,” you said grabbing the phone off the table and standing quickly to answer the call.

“Well this is going to be fucking biblical,” Alfie said with a smirk.

Cont. reading Part 2

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floristbloggers · 1 year

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eventflowerslondon · 5 months

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Wedding Flowers and Their Beautiful Meanings

A wedding is an unseen chapter where the bonds of love and matrimony come together. It is a day meticulously adorned, where the golden arches resonate with celestial beauty and the melody of nature.

A wedding is a time infused with all dreams and hopes, and for this moment to be even more straightforward and beautiful, the arrangement of flowers becomes exceptionally crucial. Especially in the celebration of a wedding, careful consideration is given to the preparation of each flower, which should be diverse, romantic, and delightful.

Wedding flowers emerged as the vibrant threads that wove together a story of romance and natural beauty. The floral arrangements were precisely curated and artfully placed, where every petal seemed to whisper tales of love.

Various flowers are commonly used in weddings, each chosen for its unique beauty, symbolism, and versatility. Here are some popular wedding flowers near me and their symbolic meanings:

Roses are beautiful, fragrant and versatile, which contributes to their status as the most popular wedding flower of all time. The bride's bouquet bursts forth with bountiful roses, their velvety petals embracing each other in a symphony of passionate reds, delicate pinks, and ivory whites, creating a sensory masterpiece of romance.

Peonies are known for their lush, full blooms. Peonies represent prosperity, romance, and a happy marriage. They are popular in bridal bouquets, providing a romantic and luxurious feel.

Lilies are elegant and regal. Lilies are often associated with virtue and commitment. White lilies, in particular, symbolise the restored innocence of the soul. They are commonly used in bouquets and floral arrangements.

Tulips, with their diverse colours, represent love and cheerfulness. Red tulips symbolise true love, whereas white tulips convey forgiveness. Tulips can be incorporated into bouquets and centrepieces, adding a touch of elegance and sophistication.

Orchids are exotic and alluring, representing love, beauty, and strength. They are often used in boutonnieres, corsages, and as elegant additions to bouquets and centrepieces.

Baby's Breath isdelicate, airy and symbolic of everlasting love and purity. It is commonly used as a filler flower in bouquets, centrepieces, and boutonnieres.

Sunflowers, radiant and joyful, represent adoration and loyalty. They are popular in rustic and outdoor weddings, bringing a warm and cheerful ambiance to the celebration.

Dahlias, with their intricate petals, symbolise elegance, inner strength, and creativity. They are often featured in bouquets and centrepieces, adding a bold and vibrant touch. Choosing wedding flowers online or offline involves not only considering their aesthetic appeal but also recognizing the meanings and sentiments they convey, allowing couples to infuse their celebration with personal and symbolic significance.

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phanfictioncatalogue · 4 months

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Slow Burn Under 50k Masterlist

24 Hours (ao3) - Art3misPlayerOne

Summary: Living a life in the public eye is hard, but it becomes almost impossible when you have to pretend you aren't in love. There gets to be a point when friendship, secret glances, and fantasizing just aren't enough anymore. So what do you do when your secret accidentally comes out and you realize the object of your love has been hiding a few things of their own?

(and I spent all night) stuck on the puzzle (ao3) - carltzmann

Summary: It's Phil's first week of his final year of university, so really, he should be used to it by now. He should be able to behave normally when the cute guy down the hall is stepping out of the shower at the same time he's entering the bathroom.

Evidently not.

Class of 1953 (ao3) - shutup_turd

Summary: It's the year 1950, and Phil is making a fresh start during his first term at the University of Oxford. He's found genuine friends, he's doing well in his studies, and he can finally be his authentic self...but there's one thing missing.

On a starry evening he stumbles upon a group of actors rehearsing Shakespeare in a sumptuous candlelit chapel. It's breathtaking sight... but it's not the scenary catching Phil's eye - instead it's a charming man with curly hair whose eyes seem to burn even brighter than the candles.

Come Closer - manchestereyes

Summary: It’s the 19th of October, 2009. This is Phil’s story.

Craving Control (ao3) - starwatersong

Summary: Phil is intrigued by the hypnotist at the YouTuber Summit in 2016 and finds himself oddly fascinated by hypnotism. Is Dan helping him find one for a video for Phil’s benefit… or Dan’s? Some timeline mixing where Phil’s fortune telling video takes place in an earlier time. They’re living in London apartment #1 in this story.

First to Listen (To Anything I Said) (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: It's 2004, and Dan Howell is screwing up in school. He can't help that he's stuck in boring classes with boring people and just doesn't care. So when Phil Lester, one of the geekiest kids in school, is assigned to be his tutor, he's expecting this to just be another crappy part of his already crappy life.

But when it turns out Phil might be Dan's first real friend, his hormones threaten to screw all that up. Because that's all it is, right? Hormones?

Float On (ao3) - Art3misPlayerOne

Summary: One boy, an all-night coffee shop, a curious ability, and a stranger.

Dan is an average boy with a job and a penchant for drawing anime until one day he wakes up and finds that everything has gone incredibly wrong. All around him, people suddenly have words floating above their heads. Being able to see the messages make him feel like he's going mad, but trying to find out their meaning sinks him into a deep unyielding depression.

Determined to not live a life of isolation despite the floating words, he starts venturing out at night to the 24-hour coffee shop across the street. Here, he runs into a stranger who just may hold the key to getting his life back.

I Dare You to Love Me (ao3) - starrywrite

Summary: Dan owns a popular flower shop and has more of a passion for flowers than he does for people. That is, until Phil stumbles into his shop - and consequently into his life as the two develop a fast friendship and Dan finds himself all but infatuated with him. But there’s a problem: Phil’s engaged and Dan is the florist for his wedding. And even more complications arise when Phil begins questioning everything he’s ever known about love - and himself - when he realizes that the path to true love isn’t always… straight.

If You Must Mourn, Don't Do It Alone (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase

Summary: Phil is a Masters' student just starting at a new uni, and while he should be concerned with getting to grips with his new course, he finds himself more and more caught up with getting to know his quiet, brown-haired housemate who has a habit of disappearing.

I Have My Freedom (but I don't have much time) (ao3) sierraadeux

Summary: Phil just wants to get away. To clear his mind of everything and reconnect with a long-lost passion. A certain horse and the rancher who comes to his aid have other ideas though - filling Phil's mind, and his sketchbook, with brown eyes and charcoal dotted freckles.

He only has the summer. And he's not here to make friends, human or equine.

It is Our Choices (ao3) - Furud, kittoblin

Summary: Royal Magic AU Where Dan is prince of England and Phil is the Auror in charge of protecting him.

Jump a Lil Higher (ao3) - snsk

Summary: Dan co-hosts The Breakfast Show. Phil's his new producer. They fall in love, assisted by a bunch of romcom tropes I refuse to apologise for.

Kiss From a Rose (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil is a hawker trading from town to town and looking for an adventure, but when he is caught out in a storm, a beautiful stranger becomes his only hope.

Light in the Dark (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: Phil is the RA (Resident Advisor) for his local college where he manages the residents on the floor of his dorm building. But his junior year in college is about to take a turn when one of his residents, who’s named Dan, is blind. Soon, Phil develops a friendship with Dan as he soon discovers that they were meant for much more than just a platonic relationship. He just hopes that his Alpha abilities won’t scare away the timid Omega.

Missing Pieces (ao3) - amczingphil

Summary: When an accident occurs in the middle of filming a new video for the gaming channel, Dan finds himself becoming more reliant on Phil than he was comfortable with. Unfortunately, Dan needs the help and can't push Phil away, but he can feel the situation beginning to dredge up feelings that Dan had pushed away years ago and buried deep within himself.

Pretty Tough (ao3) - indanandphil

Summary: Phil’s a special agent and he accidentally gets Dan involved in a gang murder case, so they work together to try to solve it.

Some Other Light (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan works the night shift because it’s easier to exist in the dark

Sparks of Light (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: In a world where some people had magic and some didn’t, Dan had always felt at odds. A boy whose magic was broken. The least gifted in his family. Dan’s only ability--being able to see auras--had done nothing but bring him pain, because in each aura Dan read, all he could see were the most depressing human emotions.

At twenty three, Dan was settled in London, resigned to a lonely life as a barista in a shared flat with no prospects and little hope, just trying to get by.

Until one day, he met a boy on the tube whose aura was so brilliant; so full of color and light, it changed everything.

The Canary (ao3) - galaxy_ash

Summary: Dan is a famous singer called The Capricious Canary, but known as The Canary by his fans and the public. Phil is a paparazzo who hates his job and is assigned to stalk Dan to get insider pictures.

The River (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Dan arrived in Melbourne two weeks ago with just one suitcase crammed with running gear, psychology textbooks, and a mere fraction of his wardrobe especially curated to fit both his aesthetic and the Melbourne weather.

He's about to start in the role of a lifetime on a 12 month contract, but he's barely ready for the Australian summer heat, let alone what the world is about to throw at him.

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