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Wrote my first Chenford fic today. It’s entirely unbeta’d and I’m not sure if it’s going to fit with the rest of what’s being written for this fandom…but I’m always worried about things like that…so I’m probably wrong. Anyway…here it is. Hope y’all like it.
Thunder boomed as rain splattered the windscreen in a torrent. They were seven hours into their stakeout and lightning had begun to split the sky, cracking through the black, lighting up the clouds holding the storm and the interior of the BMW.
“That was close,” she said, turning to look at him with wide eyes.
“Yeah. I doubt he’s going to go anywhere in this. We could probably call it a night.” He glanced at the windows of the house they’d been watching. Its windows remained dark.
She started the car, the rumble of the engine barely audible over the pounding of the rain.
“You good to drive in this?” he asked.
“You good to let me drive you in this?” she rejoined, a slight bite in her voice.
“Yeah.”
She nodded and put the car in drive, pulling smoothly away from the kerb, windshield wipers slapping rhythmically. He watched her profile in the street lights. Lit and then shadowed, occasionally limned in blue from the frequent lightning strikes around them.
There were circles under her eyes, as though she hadn’t been sleeping. But she’d just returned from a vacation. He knew she’d gone to Spain with DCI Murphy. His sister, he’d overheard her telling Pat, lived in San Sebastian. “They’re very close and he wants to take me to meet her.”
He’d practically drowned in the beer and whiskey he’d drunk that night.
And the night she’d left.
Many thanks to my dearest @pools-of-venetianblue for trusting me with her brilliant work. 😘
Robin Venetia Ellacott’s first soulmate marks appeared just hours after she was pulled, screaming, into the world: little red poppies and purple dog-violets growing on her skin as though drawn by an invisible brush. The living ink bloomed and twined on her chubby knees and on the palms of her tiny waving hands, just where an adventurous - or clumsy - young boy might find himself with scrapes and bruises in the course of an unseasonably sunny October afternoon.
Robin Venetia Ellacott’s first soulmate marks appeared just hours after she was pulled, screaming, into the world: little red poppies and purple dog-violets growing on her skin as though drawn by an invisible brush. The living ink bloomed and twined on her chubby knees and on the palms of her tiny waving hands, just where an adventurous - or clumsy - young boy might find himself with scrapes and bruises in the course of an unseasonably sunny October afternoon.
Robin Venetia Ellacott’s first soulmate marks appeared just hours after she was pulled, screaming, into the world: little red poppies and purple dog-violets growing on her skin as though drawn by an invisible brush. The living ink bloomed and twined on her chubby knees and on the palms of her tiny waving hands, just where an adventurous - or clumsy - young boy might find himself with scrapes and bruises in the course of an unseasonably sunny October afternoon.
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Date Posted: 16/10/2020
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Yes...I know it’s Fictober...But I’m a fic writing machine right now and I can’t stop.
Thanks to @kenzthepea wanting to read about Strike and Robin dancing at Vanessa and Ollie’s wedding...This happened.
I hope y’all enjoy it.
“So what’s the deal with Strike?” Michelle Greenstreet asked, her brown eyes lit with a curiosity Robin recognized from her own mirror.
“Deal?” she asked, though she knew perfectly well what the woman seated across from her meant.
Michelle had been with the agency for a month now and she and Robin had almost immediately started working on a tricky case that had led to them spending quite a bit of time together. As a result, they’d quickly become comfortable with each other, and frequently met for lunch to share information about the twin brothers they were tailing, who were suspected of switching places by one of their wives.
Each woman had started tailing a brother, and noting all of the characteristics, idiosyncrasies and gestures of the one they were following that day. Then, the following day, they’d swap targets. This allowed them to each get a good feel for the two brothers in their own rights…and thus, make it easier to determine if they really were swapping as the wife suspected.
“Yeah, deal. He’s sexy as fuck, but my observations say he’s single. So I want to know the deal. Call it professional curiosity,” Michelle shrugged as she took a bite of her sandwich.
“Are you interested?” Robin asked, trying to sound casual, but judging from the quick lift of the other woman’s eyebrow, she feared she’d failed.
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I needed a laugh and this is for all us writers out there: no matter which kind you are, you ARE a muse and an artist in your own right. Celebrate, babes!
I needed this too, thank you @thisisartbylexie!
This is accurate
First Kisses is back!
Thank you to @pools-of-venetianblue for the prompt and @hobbeshalftail3469 for helping me out when I got stuck...
A new post-Troubled Blood fic has just been published.
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“Fuck, please,” she says, “please—”
“What?” Strike asks, wanting to hear her say it, whatever it is.
“I don’t—” Robin starts to say, her eyes far-away foggy before she blinks at him.
“What do you want?” Strike asks, rocking his body into hers. He knows what he wants, of course, what he’s been craving shapelessly for weeks taking the form of the blonde in his arms. But what does she want?
“More,” Robin says, her tone definite. Strike rewards her with his mouth at her neck, teeth scraping down the tender skin. She gasps, her hands insistent in his hair.
“Like that?” he murmurs into her clavicle.
For @trash-burn, a bit of fluff for your prompt ❤️
Prompt: Partners
All the years of denying himself had led to this moment. He took in a shuddering breath and stepped forward, closer to her.
“I want us to be partners, Ellacott.”
Robin scrunched her face in confusion, “But we are -”
“- In every sense of the word…” he interrupted.
The silence grew between them as she took in his meaning.
“You mean to say…” she trailed off.
“Yeah.”
Her face lit up in understanding. “I want that too.”
“Yeah?”
“More than anything,” she affirmed.
“C’mere, you.” He swept her into his arms and held her close for a very, very long time.
For @lulacat3 - something a little more fluffy ❤️
Prompt: Fond
Cormoran Strike was fond of many things. Cornwall. Doom Bar. Benson & Hedges. Biscuits. But the one thing he was fondest of was waking up beside Robin Ellacott. In the early morning light in their nearly too small bed above the office, she would blink her eyes open and smile sleepily. Then she'd arch her back to stretch and would sigh at a particularly satisfying crack from somewhere within. He would pull her close, reveling in the feel of her and all her warmth pressed against him. When he kissed her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips, he was home.
Gorgeous! Thank you so much! 🥰🥰🥰
Whoever eats the last biscuit has to buy replacements. Lucky for Strike, Robin thinks ahead. For @phoebemaybe 😊
Prompt: Biscuits
“Bollocks,” Strike grumbled as his hand hit the bottom of the tin. “Last biscuit.”
“You know what that means,” Robin responded knowingly.
“Yeah, yeah. I'm off to go get them now.” He stood to leave.
“Or…” she trailed off.
“Or?”
She smiled. “Go and check your bottom drawer.”
He did as he was told. As he opened the drawer, a grin crossed his face and he returned to her desk.
“Emergency biscuit stash? You've been holding out on me, Ellacott.”
“Sure have. Give us one then?”
He gave her three and a kiss on the head.
