I hear this song and I imagine Djinn growing up in an abusive home and spending a lot of time on the streets and when she's sixteen she meets Snatch and he's a few years older than her (like 21 maybe) and I have a bunch of interpretations of the second verse I can't decide on but yeah.

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Andrew's heart still ached. Ginger was a loyal companion from the start, a sweet, cute little thing. He loved her more than anything, but, as pets were wont to do, she grew old and grey and could no longer run and play like she used to. Andrew refused to put her down, would not grow tired of her like some others did when their pets got up in age. He continued to care for her and love her for years until one morning when he woke up to find she had passed in her sleep.  All of his friends had urged the giant to get a new pet to help him grieve, but he had put it off. Could any other human ever replace Ginger? After a year of returning to an empty home with no loving little creature to greet him, he decided he was ready to get a new pet. He'd gone to one of the popular pet shops in town, and, while the human children they had there were very cute, he wasn't sure if he was ready to attempt to train and raise one so young on his own. When he confessed this to a friend, they instructed him to go to the shelter and try to find an older human to adopt. They were usually lower-maintenance and truly needed homes, or else they risked being euthanized if no one wanted them.

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Mason shivered as he walked, he hadn’t planned on being out in the cold rain so he was in just a shirt and jeans. It had been a particularly bad night; rough and mean clients, a possessive and abusive pimp. He lost count how many times he’d tried to leave only to be “persuaded” to stay. The boy didn’t know what it was that moved his feet in the direction of that plain little apartment on the far side of town. But he certainly wasn’t fighting it, the thought of who would be in the apartment making his chest loosen just slightly.

He was soaked through by the time he reached the complex, only to find the man he’d been looking for, outside just finishing off a cigarette. Mason didn’t trust his voice, wether it was because it was raw or because it might tremble. So he just looked at Andrew with empty eyes and let him lead him up to his apartment. His hand held the other mans loosely and he simply stood there as he stripped him down. He knew it wasn’t like it usually was because Andrew didn’t coo this much when they fucked, even if it was gentle.

Then there was a comforter wrapped around him, snapping him back to reality as Andrew pulled him down to sit on the bed. He huddled close to the man and took a second to close his eyes and compose himself before answering. “I d-don’t know…I just…bad night…I didn’t even know I was coming here until I saw you outside…I’m sorry…”

When Mason locked eyes with Andrew, his smile faded as quickly as a burnt-out light. This boy was empty, hurt, his eyes too old and knowing for his sweet, young, innocent face. Andrew knew that look. He'd known too many people with that same, broken look.

"Mason..." He whispered, dropping the "daddy" talk. He realized this was no time for flirting or games. "Come here..." The older man sat so his legs went on either side of the younger, pulling Mason close to him, never minding how damp he was. 

Andrew Fletcher is typically a man who prepares for his "date nights", but there was one night where he didn't even care to get a hotel or buy a gift or even wear his nicest clothes. He had known what he'd needed and he had known who he'd wanted so he found Mason and took him back to his small, plain apartment and fucked him. He never expected to see the boy's face in that complex again.

Yet, here he was, sopping wet outside, catching Andrew just as he flicked the end of his cigarette into a puddle. 

"Chaton?" He murmured the nickname in disbelief as the other neared him. Had he walked here? How had he remembered how to get there?

No matter, Andrew decided.

"Come inside, Darling, oh..." He cooed, taking a cold, clammy, pale hand and leading the way up the stairs. "Don't worry, Daddy'll take care of you." 

"Here's to hopin' yer daddy pays the ransom. It'd be a shame to have to kill ya."

Priest left Andrew’s gift on the table on purpose. He wasn’t entirely sure if Andrew was big on gift-giving, and besides, it felt like a present that would be best given when the other didn’t know it was a present to begin with— Two round-trip tickets to France.

Everything had been set up and checked, double checked, triple checked—they were good to go. All that was left was to wait for Andrew to come across the tickets.

♂ - Our muses alone in a dark movie theatre together

"This movie is rubbish." Snatch didn't even whisper. He should have known they were both far too cultured for an action movie, it was all just a bunch of loud noises, nude bodies, and flashing lights. The nude actresses were interesting enough though. Snatch appreciated the female form very much, but while he had females on the screen, he had an equally beautiful male right beside him. He shifted Priests hand, already in his, towards his lap and placed it there, rubbing himself gently with the other's palm. They'd paid the price of admission, perhaps they'd find something fun to do after all.

❥ Our muses go on a Ferris Wheel together