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kileyrose-2003 · 3 years

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Tina’s Tuesday Night Mini Fic Pt. 1

Word count: Who cares? Lol

A/N: Hi lovelies! I am back!! First thing, I know. You're probably saying Kiley, wtf? It's not Tuesday. I know. Life happened. I've had a busy past few days and a final today. Anyways, this was something I did with @merci-bitch when the U.S originally went on lockdown. It was a fun way to keep me busy and get my mind off of stuff. We both decided to restart this about a week ago. So, I dedicate this to my dear friend Tina. Love you hun and hope you enjoy this! And please, if you haven't been to her blog to read any of her work, go do so. She works so hard on what she writes and is amazing.

Pt. 2 will be coming next week

To everyone waiting on fics: I'll get there. Eventually. And I'm not going into reasoning. But anyways, love you all and I hope you have a great day!

"...This is the greatest show!" You slammed your hands down on the piano keys and breathed in sharply. "God damn it, Jenny!"

"What?" You let a groan and handed her the sheet music. "Look there at that line there. Do you see that note?”

“I can see, can’t I?” Her bright green eyes lost their cool shade of arrogance when she seen how pissed you look. "Not F!” You pointed to the paper in her hand. “D! You hear that note there?" You pressed down on the key repeatedly. "D!"

"Sorry." The red head smiled at you impishly. "No, you're not. This is the fifth time we've done this and yet you still insist on doing this your own way." She sat next to you on the piano bench and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Well, I think the change makes it sound better.”

“Phineas liked it better this way,” you seethed through gritted teeth. “But what does he know of art?” You could feel your face slowing turning a distinct shade of cherry red and you bit down on your tongue.

"He must of known something with how much you tried to get in his pants," you mused to yourself.

You rolled your eyes. You loved Jenny to death but how you couldn't stand her at times. You tried and tried so desperately to get along with her and compromise when she was like this but no matter what you did, she was stubborn and so..cold at times.

Sure, Jenny was a bit of a snob but she was a genius when it came to music and you respected that. She was what inspired you to take up music in the first place.

Your childhood was far from easy. Before you even joined the circus, you were bounced all over the place. You never belonged anywhere. From the deteriorating cottage in a small, seaside village in Sweden to the cramped one bedroom apartment in London that no one would dare walk past at night. Your father was no where to be seen and your mother was an actress, always struggling to meet ends meet. She was never home, but that wasn't always a bad thing. That meant you got to explore.

That was how you got to hearJenny sing for the first time. Hiding out in the musty attic of an old Swedish theatre. Even before she hit extreme levels of fame, her voice was like a siren's call. Drawing you in further and further in. It still was in a way. She was so beautiful and even as much as she pissed you off, you loved watching her sing. Like the time at the palace. She was eye candy in that dress, the way it hugged her hips and how the bust showed the slightest bit of clevage when you looked at her at just the right angle-

"Stop it, Y/n!" You told yourself. "She's not interested in you."

Or was she? The way she looked at you when you spoke to Phineas was always with such contempt or such jealousy. You could never understand why though. It was her who tried to steal Phineas away. Not you. He was a close friend who gave you a chance when you had nothing and you never so much as even thought of eyeing him in such a manner. Phineas clearly wasn't interested in her or any other woman but his wife. He pushed her away numerous times. Jenny had no reason to be jealous of you. Yet, she was.

‘But it is of me or others though?"

One could never be sure with Jenny. Sure, there was a bit of a rivalry between the two of you when it came to music. But she was your friend. 'Very clingy for just a friend,' you noted.

'That's normal though, isn't it?'

Maybe you were just over thinking things. Besides, the relationship between the two of you seemed to be getting better lately. Ever since the scandal went public, it seemed the two of you were spending more and more time together.

You were the only one who listened to her side of the story, held her when she cried, made sure she wasn't drinking her emotions away, and tried to help her through it. Even as much as she pissed you off. You warned her in the first place not to seek out Phineas but despite the nasty arguments, the constant bickering she became your friend. Maybe even your best friend. Which you got alot of shit for.

Nobody liked Jenny and you were starting to get the feeling you weren't so popular anymore either. Everyone thought after the affair went public, the two of you would of left. Her name as well as yours, was slandered all over the paper simply because you associated with her. You had been called it all. The ring leader, the mastermind, the mistress to the two.

But neither of you resigned. Yet. Part of you wondered how long it would be until either would receive letters of negotiations to end your contract. But either way, you knew Jenny wasn't leaving without you. She promised you that.

'So maybe she does like me.'

Then that small voice came in the back of your head. 'Or maybe you just want her to like you back.'

Either way, you couldn't let that haunt your conscience for now. Even as much as you'd like to visualize a future with her, it wouldn't work. You could feel the heat pooling into your cheeks as you came back to reality and bit down on your lip. Jenny's hand was lingering up and down your back, rhythmically making shapes with the tips of her fingers. Damn her and her touch! You shouldn't be feeling this way.

"Are you okay?" You shook your head and covered your face with your hands, trying not focus on all the pain you felt inside. "No. No, I’m not."

You felt tears burning in the sides of your eyes. "This isn’t working!” Jenny furrowed her brow and tried to move your hands away from your face. “What do you mean?” She was trying to be gentle even though you could tell from the look in her eyes she had no clue what to do.

“This..all of this!” You ripped the sheet music out of her hand and flung it on top of the piano. “Something's got to give,"

She rolled her eyes as if she seen it all before and stood up, walking hastily over to the ice bucket. "Do you not have what you want?" She opened up a bottle of red wine. "Fame? Recogniton?"

"It's not enough and I don't know if I even have any of that anymore." Jenny eyed you as she poured the liquor heavily into both glasses. "I'm not liked here, Jenny."

She handed you your glass and sat down next to you. You eagerly took a sip of the wine, just wanting to forget everything for a little while. "That's not true. I like you." She leaned in closer to you.

You cracked a small grin filled with cynicism. Maybe even a little bit of hostility. Never had you felt so much love and hate towards someone at the same time. "We could both leave." Jenny's voice pulled you out of your head.

"And go where?"

"Back to Sweden with me for the time being." You noticed the intensity in Jenny's eyes growing and she reached out and grabbed your hand. You could feel her nimble gently squeezing into the palm of your hand. "You know I care for you, Y/n."

"Do you?" You tried your hardest not to sound sarcastic, you were still a little mad at her. But god! How close she was to you. You could smell her expensive perfume, see the slight hint of a shimmer radiating off of her lips. "You're fiery and you don't take my shit."

This couldn't be real. You had to be dreaming. "Jenny, this...there's a possibility this couldn't work." You tried to scoot away from her, a little intimidated by the proximity between the two of you.

"We can try to make it work."

"How?" You eyed her skeptically. "Let me take you out. Let me show you I can make this work." You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why? Need a new fling after Phineas?" You teased.

Jenny wasn't amused by that all. If anything she was pissed but she smiled anyways. Seeming to stoop down to your level with a smile that was sickly sweet. "More like a date."

"And why should I do this with you?" She let go of your hand and placed it on your thigh. "Because I probably understand you alot more than you think." As you looked into Jenny's eyes, you found some level of sincerity mixed into those deep lustful orbs. You wanted to trust her so badly.

"What do I have to lose?" You thought.

Everything. Everything to lose.

"Fine." You gave in, despise everything in your mind screaming not too. "But you have one shot and one shot only."

Jenny nodded and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. "And it won't take me more than once to impress. After all, I already made your career." You felt the hair on your arms stand straight up as her hands lingered on you, gently squeezing your hips.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 6. Sharp."

"Yeah," you watched as Jenny walked away, her hair flowing behind her like a beautiful sheath.

You felt a pit growing in the depths of your stomach. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

#jenny lind x reader #Jenny Lind #the greatest showman #imagine #rebecca ferguson

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my-robot-heart · 3 years

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Hi!

I've just read your prompt-based ficlets (starting with the "hey, stay with me" one, because it's the latest, and then going back to read all the others) and, first of all, I want to say that I absolutely loved every single one of them ❤ Even the angsty ones were still much much better and far far less heartbreaking than what went down in the hellfic we call canon... which is not even surprising, considering that yours and many other talented ficwriters' fics are generally much better written and thought through than what the official screenwriters make up (or, rather, mess up, at this point).

Secondly, I'd like to ask a quick question, even though it's probably a silly one: you don't fill the same prompt twice? Even if you've got a different idea?

Least but not the last, if you don't mind, I'd also like to request a ficlet...

Perhaps,

Liz: “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!”

Red: “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

🍒 (because I love cherries and feel like I'll pop in your inbox again)

Lolll hi 🍒

I should mention too that I'm saving the ficlets from tumblr prompts over on ao3 also, so you don't have to madly scroll and scroll forever to find them - just in case you want to revisit them or whatever, and it's virtually impossible for me to search back on my blog.

Um, I have only had the same prompt come in twice once that I'm aware of, and in that case I remembered my original ficlet and didn't really have another idea to use for the same line. I think if it was a line or prompt I was super inspired by then I would do it twice, but in that case I just didn't have another idea that I wanted to write.

Thank you so much for the kind comments about the prompt fics! I would say my maximum level of angst is still wayyyyy lower than the show so you can feel safe reading my ficlets and not having to go to therapy after or anything lol.

I'll do your prompt under the gif - and hope you enjoy 💛

"Okay, so we need to locate the safe and then somehow find out the keycode, and then- Red! Would you stop looking down my dress, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" Lizzie folded her arms in front of her body and shot him a pointed look.

"And I'm trying to subtly avoid it," Red replied with a grin. "Lizzie we have plenty of time, plenty of wine, and a party full of rich people who'd be happy to give us the combinations to their safes with a bit of prompting."

"So you're planning to ignore the case at hand and what- just party all night?"

"I'm planning to enjoy myself, and I'm suggesting you do the same- after all, you're certainly dressed to catch people's eyes, not to blend in," he gave her another once over, causing her skin to warm and probably turn a colour that more closely matched the shade of her dress. "That dress is... stunning," he added, chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Thank you," she conceded. "Your tux is also pretty eye catching, I have to admit."

This surprised him, but he quickly recovered.

"You see? We're a force to be reckoned with tonight Lizzie. Let's enjoy ourselves and worry about keycodes and combinations afterwards." He held out an arm, and without entirely realizing it, Lizzie allowed herself to be swept up onto the dance floor into a quickstep.

Red moved with the confidence of someone who had danced often. Lizzie started off feeling like she was tripping over her own shoes, but when he leaned a bit closer and murmured, "Just relax, Lizzie," she focused on the feel of his hand on the small of her back and the smell of his cologne, and began to realize that it was easier than she thought. Red continued to lead her expertly around the dance floor, and she found herself forgetting about their case entirely.

The quickstep transitioned into a smoother waltz, and Red showed no signs of stopping. Lizzie felt people watching them, and wondered what they were thinking. She was thinking- that she would be happy to keep this up, actually. It felt... nice. Safe.

At the end of the waltz, the music faded out and stopped altogether, giving the band and the dancers a break. Lizzie was peripherally aware of Red's hand moving from her back to her waist, and as he broke their embrace, leading her back to a table to sit down. As his hand left her body, she felt a slight frisson of electricity, and she blinked a few times, trying to lose the lightheadedness she was feeling.

Red's eyes were on hers.

"Can I get you another drink?"

She shook her head. "I think I'll switch to water, I'm suddenly feeling a bit dizzy."

Well that made two of them, he thought.

"Maybe we should go outside and get some air," he suggested. Lizzie nodded gratefully at the suggestion.

They walked out some french doors and into a garden. The night air was brisk, and Lizzie gave a slight shiver.

Wordlessly, Red removed his jacket and placed it atop her shoulders, holding it in place for a moment longer than necessary.

"Thank you," Lizzie said in surprise, not feeling the slightest bit less dizzy at all. The garden, the stars, the night air, Red's jacket wrapped around her shoulders... everything was making her feel even more lightheaded than before, in fact.

"Why did you ask me to come with you tonight, Red?" she asked suddenly. "Aram would have been able to get the combination to the safe easily, and Ressler could have located it in half the time we're taking."

He gave her an unreadable look.

"I didn't think Aram or Ressler would fit into that dress, Lizzie."

She rolled her eyes.

"Don't be funny. I'm serious, why me?"

And then his lips were on hers, and she found herself more lightheaded than even before.

"Oh," she responded, a long while later. "I see." And she did.

#lizzington #lizzington fanfic #prompt #🍒 anon #hope you like it!

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