Mbgreen

"...and she hates the way her hand shakes as she finally opens the envelope so she opens it with more force than is necessary and reminds herself that she is Phryne Goddamn Fisher and she is NOT a coward, dammit, and she knows what she wants and even before she’s read the words on the paper she resolves to become a fucking feline necromancer if it comes to that because some things can’t be left to uncertainty. Some things are just too important. And this… this is everything.

In the end, the telegram is short. Two words. Two, utterly confusing words.

GO OUTSIDE

She shoves the envelope and its contents in her pocket and does.

And then… there he is, outside her home, leaning against her banister with his hat in his hand and a thoroughly amused expression on his face.

“Has anyone ever told you you take forever to read your mail?”

"Misc. Tape"

@aurora-australis-tumbles

“Alright. No more champagne for you.” Jack swiftly removed the glass out of her hand with an elegant sweep of his elbow. “Why don’t we have a dance?” He offered, hoping to distract her.

“You don’t dance.”

“I dance with you.” He defended as he offered her his hand.

“You do at that.” She smiled and gave her hand to him. “You know Jack, most people find London society stifles them, I think it’s rather loosened you up.” She commented.

“Do you?” He asked as he spun her around. “You don’t think it’s the life of leisure spent wandering the streets of London by day and making love to a beautiful woman by night? No murderers or gangs, no bureaucratic red tape, no ex-wives.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” She smiled as she spun again and he pulled her close against him."

Sizzlin' Seasons Greetings

Chapter 16: Julbock

@rositalg

Thanks to @lechatnoir1918 for letting me use one of her gorgeous works.

“Do me a favor? Phone the station, tell them I’m sick,” he requested as he turned away from her, not interested in her threats. 

“Are you?” She asked, suddenly concerned.

“I could be,” he replied. 

He felt her curious gaze burning the back of his neck. 

“I warned you that this would happen,” she crowed. 

“I can’t be held responsible for any decisions made last night. I was drunk and you were naked.” 

“A deadly combination, to be sure,” she agreed

The Land of Misfit Files

@rositalg

Phryne had spent her war years rushing, running full speed and never wasting a minute. She could have easily run 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and still never saved all the men that were screaming for her attention, though she had tried to give it to them all the same.

(...)

Still, there was a beauty when his patience and her action collided.

It simply worked.

Cases were solved.

Arguments were forgiven.

Passions were fueled.

And on nights like tonight when the power overwhelmed them and left them trembling in awe, it was easy to believe that they had been forged for this, created expressly to suit the other’s needs, destined to bring balance to the other.

She had been rushing.

But he had been waiting."

War Stories

@rositalg

Chapter 15: Rushing and Waiting

Fic Off 2021"

@arlome

@aurora-australis-tumbles

Chapter 27: Rain Check

"It took determination to be really strange. That, or absinthe before breakfast every day."

"Jack?"She whispered, running her fingertips over his wrist to stir him.

“Mm?” He hummed in her ear, barely awake.

“I love you.” She murmured quietly, saying the words for the first time in her life.

“Mmhm.” He agreed, already knowing it was true.

Phryne smiled widely at his assured reaction and it caused an eddy of giddiness to bubble and swirl inside her.

“Jack?” She waited a beat before continuing. “Do you love me?” She smirked playfully, waiting to hear what his sleepy response would be.

“Not at the moment, Miss Fisher.” He grumbled honestly and she chuckled.

“Then go back to sleep.” 

"London Fog"

Happy birthday, Phryne! Thank you for reminding me to live life to the hilt! #21December

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