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I hear it is Valentine's Day! So, in honour of the occasion (and also because I may be stuck at a computer all day) a meme.
Give me a pairing (or a 3+some) and I will give you a brief summary of their totally overwrought love story! It will be like a Harlequin romance, except I have very little idea of how Harlequin romances actually work, so probably it won't be like that at all.
(And I actually made some attempt at putting together an offered fandoms list this time, but it's making me want to leave off the whole endeavour, so. The deal is that if I'm not familiar with the characters you give me, I'll ask for new ones.)
Give me a pairing (or a 3+some) and I will give you a brief summary of their totally overwrought love story! It will be like a Harlequin romance, except I have very little idea of how Harlequin romances actually work, so probably it won't be like that at all.
(And I actually made some attempt at putting together an offered fandoms list this time, but it's making me want to leave off the whole endeavour, so. The deal is that if I'm not familiar with the characters you give me, I'll ask for new ones.)
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Okay, this one takes place near your tcoad au. When Shaz is first transferred in, Ray doesn’t read her as a sub, exactly, but she’s tiny and confused and nervous and not an actual copper, so he makes disparaging comments until she gets pissed off and tells him to stop acting like he’s got something to prove.
The whole room overhears her (general consensus is an approving titter) and Ray gets flustered and makes a wholly unsatisfactory comeback. After that it’s official that they don’t like each other.
Especially with how Chris keeps looking at her. It’s not like he ever offered Chris a collar, even when they did have a thing some years ago. It’s not even like Ray’s sure he’d want Chris back, no matter how prettily he begged - they just never *quite* fitted right together. But still... there’s Chris sitting on the floor, one leg outstretched, his back leaning against the side of Shaz’ desk, one of her hands resting lightly on his head as they discus the current case. It looks so natural, and even though it has nothing to do with him, it tastes of bitter personal rejection just the same.
After the pub, Shaz and Chris leave together, and Ray leaves later, alone, leaving the Guv to push against his new piece of tail what doesn’t know her place. Gene Hunt’s taste in subs is fucking mental, if you ask Ray. He’s gone home with a few willful subs himself, if he’s horny enough: people who’d straight up wear leather cuffs to a bar, but who’d talk like they thought you were the one who belonged on your knees. It’s never satisfying, not for anyone involved. Too complicated. Stressful. Confusing.
Not like Chris and Shaz, Ray imagines, alone in the grey reflected streetlight of his apartment. The neon sign on the neighbouring building gives a green edge to his window frame, and it catches his attention every time his eyes move, like his brain is trying to tell him it doesn’t belong there, it’s an exposed seam in the world, there’s something *wrong*. Finally Ray goes over and slams down the blinds, pull string swinging thonk, thonk, thonk against the slats like Shaz’ hand must be right now against Chris’ arse. Maybe she’s got him handcuffed to the foot of the bed, but she’s wouldn’t need to, there’s one sub who knows how to keep position. The blinds rattle think, calming, and maybe Shaz backs up for a moment, admiring the pink imprint of her dainty, strong fingers in pale flesh, before swinging her hand back down, sideways this time, against the sensitized skin.
And Ray’s got his zipper open and his hands in his trousers and he’s halfway through orgasm when he realizes Shaz wasn’t slapping Chris’ arse in his fantasy just now. She was slapping *his*.
The rest of the story involves a lot of awkwardness (between everyone) and sexual confusion (mostly on the part of Ray), until Shaz figures out what’s going on and takes charge of the situation. As is rather the requirement.
It ends on the sex scene. Chris’ mouth is on Shaz’ clit, and Chris’ dick is slick with pre-cum, and Shaz is telling - is ordering - Ray to whip him again, there, harder, and maybe this is what it was supposed to be like all along.
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Somehow I don't think *that's* very different from how it went down in canon. ;)
Naturally.
Goodness, I would hope not--in part because I don't trust Chris to know what's best for him under any circumstances.
No, they wouldn't. Close, and close enough for fuckbuddies, or whatever it's called in this 'verse, but not right.
I'm quite sure this shouldn't sound so damn cute. But it works for me.
They're so much *work.* Ray's too lazy to take on the ones who might fight him and win.
Well, not if one of them's Ray, that I believe. ;)
Brings up all of these "But wait, I want to sub--no I don't!" feelings. Poor Ray.
You can almost see the stars through it.
And that's why they didn't quite work, isn't it? Chris is too bloody ready to stay where he's put, and as much as Ray thinks that's what he wants, he's wrong, deep down.
I'm quite afraid that made me beam all out of proportion to how wrong it is. Or, in proportion to the wrongness, but not to the objective happiness. A spot of schadenfreude, call it; Ray certainly deserves a bit of suffering here and there.
Chris was never going to and Ray's, well, increasingly finding he's incapable of that, at least in the classic sense.
Hopefully he's happier when he works out that subbing isn't giving up.
I was expecting something Harlequin and instead I got something *true.* Thank you so much.
This makes me far more starry-eyed than can possibly be healthy.
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Heh! Well, there was a disclaimer. I'm happy you liked this so much, especially considering I borrowed your universe for it.
Chris sitting on the floor
I'm quite sure this shouldn't sound so damn cute. But it works for me.
Given the givens, it was meant to. ;)
A spot of schadenfreude, call it; Ray certainly deserves a bit of suffering here and there.
Sure, but it's also the turning point to his happy ending. Figuring out what you want, admitting it to yourself, there is no promise these are easy.
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Oh, GOD, Ray. Raaaaaaaay. That is exactly precisely how it went down while Lexa Darling was being a bit preoccupied with her own sexuality crisis to notice, and I am grinning all over my face right now. This is lovely.
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