#fitzawkwarddarcy

[bethanyactually]

*if you pick this one I have Questions. I mostly put it here bc I thought it was interesting that it’s a lost broadcast.

[annaofaza]

@nebulous-squid tagged me <3

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: single (and ready to mingle)

Favourite colour: red!

Song stuck in your head: the entire Barbie soundtrack

Favourite food: noodles! (but I'm craving sushi right now)

Last song played: "A Thousand Miles from Nowhere" - Dwight Yoakim

Dream trip: A months-long trip around China, Japan, Korea, Singapore, Taiwan, and Vietnam!

Last thing I googled: "roller skating (my area)"

tagging (if you want!): @revenantghost, @duncanor, @bavariansugarcookie, @naarna, @cruelisblue, @specterthief, @kittywritesfic, @iammistressofmyfate, @elletromil, and @fitzawkwarddarcy

[krissmnasi]

your colin firth is SPOT ON! 😍

Thank you so much!! I’ve been on a film-binge for the past few months and pretty much fell in love with his work. 

[jennycalendar]

making them laugh until it hurts for phrack? 👀

It honestly wasn’t intentional, which was possibly the most surprising part of the whole debacle. Generally, when Phryne did something as flagrantly scandalous as lounging around a gentleman’s home in his bathrobe on the day he had an important dinner with his superior officers, she was doing it to Make Some Kind Of A Point. Besides which, she had checked Jack’s calendar with Dot before her return to Melbourne on Saturday, and she could have sworn the dinner was on Friday, but--no, she hadn’t made her planned stop for a tune-up before the last leg of the flight. She’d been too impatient to see him, and she’d miscalculated the dates, and so it had been Friday.

Phryne winced to herself as she took in the three flabbergasted officers flanking Jack, but couldn’t help the warm glow of happiness she felt upon seeing the man himself. Really, she thought, there was no time to be mortified; it had been months since she’d seen him, and she had had quite a long time to think about her feelings for him. They had wasted enough time as it was--it was why she had decided on such a bold overture.

“Excuse us,” said Jack, whose face seemed very tight. He stepped forward, tugging gently at Phryne’s arm (she noticed the gentleness of his touch, and her heart thrilled; there was no longer any frustrated insistence to his efforts to remove her), and pulled her out of the dining room, shutting the door behind him.

“Jack, I am sorry--” Phryne began earnestly.

“Phryne, please, not yet,” said Jack, tugging her through his living room and up the stairs. Halfway to the landing, Phryne realized with some shock that he was taking her to his bedroom--an act so scandalous and direct, for such a traditional, noble man, that even she had decided against it.

Jack shut the door, locked it, turned to Phryne, looked at her for a solid five seconds, and then collapsed into laughter.

Phryne stared.

Jack leaned against the door, eyes streaming, and Phryne realized something else: he looked perfectly, incandescently joyful. “Miss Fisher,” he wheezed, “your timing is, as always, absolutely unprecedented.”

"Aren’t you mad at me?” said Phryne, bewildered.

“Certainly not,” said Jack. “This sort of thing really is just par for the course when it comes to you. I am well aware of what I signed on to--I’ve had months to think on it, after all.”

That made Phryne really smile. “So you’ve been thinking about me?”

“How could I not?” said Jack, his voice softening, his smile never wavering. “Phryne, it...it is a marvel to see you again. I missed you terribly.”

Phryne’s heart fluttered in a way she thought was well behind her. “I missed you too,” she said, almost too quietly for him to hear; it was quite a thing for the Honorable Miss Phryne Fisher to admit, after all, and he knew her well enough to recognize that.

Impossibly, Jack’s smile grew brighter still, and he crossed the room to take her in his arms. Phryne kissed him back with a pleased sigh.

(An alarming thought occurred to her quite a lot later than it should have, and she pulled away. “Your superior officers--”

“They’ll keep, I’m sure,” murmured Jack, focused largely on untying the bathrobe. “It isn’t every day that Phryne Fisher flies back into my life without a word of warning.”)

[gaslightgallows]

M for jack robinson ❤️

M. When it rains/snows/storms.

The lodge was quiet, and safe, now that the local police had fought their way through the storm to take Nicholas Mortimer away. The rest of the surviving guests were asleep, or at least keeping to their rooms.

All except Jack.

He sat alone in the study, a glass of whiskey resting on his knee, staring into the low red embers of the fire.

Outside, the storm wailed plaintively, blowing rough grains of snow against the windows, scraping, like a lonesome ghost trying to get inside.

Well, Jack had many ghosts. Some of them very likely did want to get inside and out of the cold. Some of them, he would have gladly welcomed into the warm, if he had been able. If it had been possible...

His mind shied away from the spirits of his past, and turned instead to contemplation of the present, to the people in the house, and the woman who had brought him out to the old mining lodge in the middle of the night.

"Nothing's ever simple with you, is it, Miss Fisher?" he muttered into his glass. "When it rains, it pours. When it snows... intrepid police inspectors drive headlong into storms, apparently."

A whisper-light tread came down the corridor, barely creaking the old floorboards. They stopped before the closed door of the study.

Jack closed his eyes, imagining, or perhaps sensing, the hand hovering over the doorknob, and bracing himself for the interruption of his late-night solitude. It wouldn't be entirely unwelcome. He spent enough nights alone.

But whoever was standing outside the door, they ultimately thought better of intruding, and moved on.

Jack sat on, watching the embers die, and listening to the wailing storm outside.

[amarguerite]

"an ever-fixed mark" remains to be my all-time favorite pride & prejudice fic. the entire thing from start to finish was beautiful.

!!1 gosh, thank you so much! :D

[darcyfirth]

fitzawkwarddarcy replied to your post “not a single day goes by where i forget how they just discontinued the...”

WAIT WHAT

YEAH

my friend saw that shade on me and wanted to get one as well and we both went to sephora + tom ford counter in the mall and the girls there said it was discontinued

[lovebeyondmeasure]

cormoran & robin, matches

Digging a battered cigarette carton from an inner pocket, Cormoran suddenly looked pained. “Ah, shit.”

“What?” Robin looked up from her mobile.

“Shanker must’ve stole my lighter,” Cormoran groused. “Fucker.”

“You let him lay hands on an object you cared about?” Robin asked, arching an eyebrow at her partner.

“I lent it to him- no, you’re right, I wasn’t thinking,” he sighed.

“Here,” Robin said, pulling a slim box of matches from her handbag. Cormoran accepted it, looking at her like perhaps she was a magician.

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problem,” she replied, secretly pleased her forethought had paid off.

available on ao3 // send me a word and a ship and I’ll write you a drabble

[missbeckywrites]

fitzawkwarddarcy replied to your post: Personal stuff behind the cut[[MOR] So last year...

aww that’s wonderful!

Thanks. *hugs* I’ve been hoping so hard for so long that it would all work out. Part of me still won’t believe it until I see them both here, but still. It’s happening. :-)

[anarchycox]

labor

Labour for beastie was induced. Textbook pregnancy and then labour took a turn about 12 hours in and there was an emergency c-section. I was high as a kite and don’t remember much. But from what the good dr cox has been willing to share (and he is not willing to share much), we were a couple minutes out at most from beastie not surviving.

[glamorouspixels]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries Fanfic Recs

I've never made a rec list before, but I wanted to follow @aurora-australis-tumbles's example and put together a short little rec list of my own. Thank you for the inspiration, Aurora! In honor of making the first rec list that appeared on my dash today, I'm starting off my own list with one of your fics.

Friendly Fire by @aurora-australis-tumbles​ *starts giggling just thinking about it* This fic is a perfect blend of hurt/comfort and puns after Jack obtains the most hilarious injury. And the Phrack feels in this one are absolutely amazing. 🥰 Seriously. I love this fic so much that I recommended it to my mom. 😂

Speaking of fics I've recommended to my mom (yes, really), I can't make a rec list without including Kneeling at the Altar by @scruggzi​, my all-time favorite MFMM fic for personal... kink-related reasons. 😂 My mom doesn't speak English very well and she didn't realize what was going on, or even that the fic was smutty. But I promise it very much is, and it's glorious!

Also by @scruggzi, we have The Catacombs of Rylia, which I am currently reading. It is an MFMM/Doctor Who AU set on the planet Rylia whose inhabitants live in caves underneath the planet's crystalline surface. The world and the writing are absolutely beautiful. I'm a big fan of spa settings, and in this one we have underground spas and an underground ocean perfect for skinny dipping. 😏 Also, everyone's wearing a towel for the entirety of the fic.

that lucky old sun by @fitzawkwarddarcy Y'all, this is hands down the softest fic I have ever read. We all know I love to leave long comments, but nothing has ever beaten the 800-word comment I left on this 3000-word fic because I just had to squee about every tiniest detail. It is a hurt/comfort fic set in 1950. Jack's had a bad day at work and his old leg injury is acting up. Phryne takes care of him in the gentlest way possible, they share a bath, and there's even a cat. Would highly, hiiighly recommend it <3

No Big Deal by deedeeinfj An absolutely beautiful modern AU in which Phryne and Jack are college students. Jack has never had sex, and Phryne offers to sleep with him. College-aged Jack is adorable, and he's incredibly gentle with Phryne as she guides him through what she likes. Plus they're both hopelessly in love with one another. 🥰

To end the list with a stealthy self-rec, my favorite fic I have ever written is Say You'll Stay With Me Tonight. Here I tried my hardest to combine all of my favorite (non-smutty) ship tropes into one fic. Phryne and Jack spend a rainy night at Jack's bungalow and Phryne gets her period. It's full of banter and cuddling and I'm extremely proud of it.

[bethanyactually]

yoinked from @hondagirll 😘

last song: New Disaster by Barenaked Ladies

favorite color: sunflower yellow, turquoise, orange, grass green

last movie/show: I think the last thing I watched was an episode of Elementary, but tomorrow I'm gonna finally watch Barbie since it's on Max now.

sweet/spicy/savory: Yes, thanks! (If you force me to choose, probably spicy, which is a change! Once upon a time I'd have definitely said sweet, but my tastes have shifted.)

relationship status: married to the best dude on the planet

last thing I googled: 'rudy giuliani' to fact check a post I wanted to reblog

current obsession: still Nancy Drew, because even though @pressdbtwnpages and I have watched and rewatched this show, and have been discussing it nonstop since the s4 finale four months ago, we keep finding new layers of meaning and nuance. How!? It's a really good show. Also mildly obsessed with cheesy toast lately, and this cranberry and lime Polar seltzer I am currently drinking.

tag 9 people: low-key no-pressure tagging Kelsey since I mentioned her, and some folks from my recent activity: @tomatocages, @beththebubbly, @fitzawkwarddarcy, @catalogercas, @fierycavalier, @penguinsandyetmorepenguins, @dollsome-does-tumblr, @forasecondtherewedwon, and anyone else who'd like to do this.

[annaofaza]

15 Questions | 15 People

Rules: Answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people

Tagged by @iammistressofmyfate 🥰

Are you named after anyone? No

When was the last time you cried? While watching Everything Everywhere at Once LOL

Do you have kids? God, no 

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I try to get at least one sarcastic remark once a week.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Whether they seem friendly or not lol

What’s your eye colour? Brown

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy ending!!!

Any special talents? I can speed-read! (A blessing and a curse)

Where were you born? China (but I don’t remember shit lol)

What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, cooking/baking, hiking (when I can), and trying to get back into watercolors

Do you have any pets? Two cats and a dog--they all sleep in my bed now, so it’s been very crowded!

What sports do you play/have you played? I used to figure skate competitively and did some rowing in undergrad.

How tall are you? Just under five feet :(

Favourite subject at school? English!

Dream job? To go back to school and study all the time lol I'd love to get more into the literature I missed/didn't delve as much into in undergrad

Tagging (if you want!): @tomatocages @mxo1on @fitzawkwarddarcy @bavariansugarcookie @sharki-leftishark @zombietime @ticktockclockwork @chalkofthevalley @hazeleks @ulquiiwriter @naarna @ursae-minoris-world @cruelisblue @eliotdrawings @monstersinthecosmos

[aurora-australis-tumbles]

ohhh can i request rocking chair for phrack?

@fitzawkwarddarcy I am SO SORRY! I know you asked for Phrack. You're getting this instead. My brain does what it wants, I'm afraid, and I am just along for the ride. Submit another prompt and I promise to try harder? 🤦‍♀️

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There is a rocking chair in Jack's house that has never been used.

It had been bought before — before the war, before the news, before the divorce.

It is from another time, another life. But still Jack can’t bring himself to give it away.

He should. He knows he should. It is made of sturdy oak, will bend but not break, and, if nothing else, the Collinses could surely use it now.

But still he cannot let it go.

And then one night after — after dinner, after meeting Jane, after his unlikely second chance — he finds the young girl in the previously unused rocking chair, Shakespeare in hand, fast asleep.

He pulls a blanket from the sofa and gently covers her up.

And is suddenly very glad for sturdy oak.

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September Prompts 🌻

[jennycalendar]

your miss fisher tags are giving me life 😂 can i prompt #20 for them?

20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

"Yes, it’s--no, my trip to England wasn’t at all impulsive,” Jack is saying, his voice clipped and irritable.

Phryne stretches languidly in bed, enjoying the warmth of the mid-morning sun and the fact that her dear Inspector is no longer two continents and an ocean away. He is, however, a good few feet away and well out of reach, something that she intends to rectify thoroughly as soon as she’s awake. And who is he talking to?

“I don’t know what you assume my relationship with Miss Fisher is,” Jack continues. Phryne opens her eyes just enough that she can still feign sleep if he looks her way, and, using her Lady Detective skills, observes: he’s using the telephone, half-dressed and rumpled from sleep. It’s the first time she’s seen him like this, and she likes it. A lot. “But she extended an invitation--” He stops, looking extremely frustrated. “Yes, sir, I’m aware,” he says.

Ah. So it’s a work call. A work call that has apparently been directed to Phryne’s bedroom, because enough people know that that’s where Jack will be. With anyone else, Phryne might have found this sickeningly domestic; with Jack, she finds it...well. Not sickening in the slightest. Quite the opposite, in fact. She smiles, listening in.

“I’ve used quite a lot of my work leave on this visit, sir, I don’t see what’s irregular--” Jack stops again, listening, and his mouth tightens. “Let me make myself very clear,” he says. “I love Phryne Fisher. I’d follow her anywhere. And if you think that has impaired my judgment in any way, well, I’d be happy to submit my resignation papers. But you and I both know that my judgment is as sound as always--it’s yours that seems to be lacking, sir. Good day.”

It’s strange. Phryne’s only ever felt a sense of vague annoyance, hearing other men say they love her. But she’s known Jack for years, now, knows him well enough to know that he uses those words sparingly. She feels a little frightened by how happy this knowledge makes her.

Hanging up the phone, Jack turns to look at her on the bed. Phryne hastily squeezes her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. She hears a soft chuckle, and then feels Jack settle in next to her again, tugging her gently into his arms.

“I am asleep, you know,” she says. “I didn’t hear a word you said.”

“That’s good,” says Jack. “There are a few things I’m looking forward to telling you, when you feel ready.”

[gaslightgallows]

2, 6 & 17 for phrack!

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

I don’t see Phryne and Jack as sharing a bed on a regular basis. Jack strikes me as someone who likes to turn in early, and Phryne is very much a night-owl. So all things being equal, Phryne ends up being the big spoon simply by virtue of deciding she wants to snuggle at 3 am after she comes in from jazzing all night, when Jack’s already asleep. Neither of them seem to mind that he wakes up with his face buried in her neck. 

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

This one is a little vague so I’m going to be shallow and go with physical features. :D Phryne’s favorite physical feature of Jack’s is emphatically his hands, both by virtue of them being beautiful, but also because she knows instinctively that she has nothing to fear from them. Jack’s favorite feature of Phryne is probably a toss-up between her eyes and her mouth, especially after they’ve reached the stage of their partnership where they don’t actually need to engage in verbal sparring, but can communicate with nothing but expressions and lifts of the lips and eyebrows. Sometimes it’s easier to talk with someone when you don’t have to speak.

17. Who says I love you first?

One of my favorite tropes in fiction is couples who never actually get around to saying “I love you”, until well after they and the world know it for plain fact. It just sort of goes without saying. And I feel like Phryne and Jack would be like that. But I do believe, whenever it is finally said, that Phryne says it first. She would have to. Even after ten or twenty or forty years, Jack wouldn’t feel comfortable speaking the words aloud, however badly he’d want to, because he knows what negative connotations those words have for her.