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London Will Burn - Chapter Sixteen.

Here it is, besties. The final chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read and offer such warm words of encouragement along the way. They mean the world to me! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen

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Words - 3,910

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

“So, where has the ginger twat taken my granddaughter today, then?”

Rin closed her eyes, counting to ten in her head. “Woburn Safari Park. She told him how much she was missing all the animals back in Africa, so he said he’d take her to where she could see a few of the same.”

It was becoming tiresome, her mother’s unchanged attitude regarding the father of her child. “Mum, you honestly have to stop being so hostile towards him. It shan’t be good, going forward, with him being in our lives to the extent that he will be. I’m not asking you to like him, but a little civility wouldn’t go amiss.”

Diane was resolute, crispy turning the next page in the copy of Hello magazine before her on the island. “I will never be anything close to civil with that piece of shit.”

This did not bode well. Not since she and Sean were... well, Rin wasn’t entirely sure what they were, exactly. Dating? Co-parenting with extras until he earned her trust? They’d been out a couple of times by that point, two dates the week before, one that had ended up in a sleepover at his place. Not that they’d slept much. God, he’d given her such a thorough shagging, she was still glowing from it four days on.

Yes. It was dating, she had to admit that it was. Furthermore, she was enjoying every second of it, when her guard slipped enough for her to do so.

“It’s a pity that you can’t put your own feelings aside for Tiger’s sake,” she spoke, continuing to do her stretches. She and Sokoro were off for a run, Rin glad to have a Saturday morning to herself to do it at a reasonable hour for once, enjoying a blissful lie in until 8am that morning as opposed to being out of the house by 6am.

Her mother viewed her through shrewd eyes, cocking her head slightly. “Is it purely for Tiger’s sake, Catherine?” The slight colouring of her daughter’s cheeks sealed it, though Rin did not utter a single word. “Oh, for heaven’s sake! You’re not, are you? With him?”

She was not in the mood for verbal combat that morning, but it looked like she was about to foray into it all the same. “I am, yes. I’m seeing how it goes with him. He’s genuinely sorry, mum, and I do see that. I need to get to a place of trust with him, though, and he told me he intends to prove himself there.”

“But what he did to you!”

“Is seven years in the past,” she interjected with, lifting her leg to the stool before her to tighten her shoelaces. “He would have absolutely nothing to gain from trying to be nefarious all over again. He has what he wants. I elevated him, made him rich and powerful once more, and he knows only too well what would happen to him, should he attempt to upset the apple cart. I do believe he is earnest, but I want to see if for myself.”

Diane snorted, lifting her coffee cup to her lips. “I think you’re barmy.”

“Yeah?” Lifting her chin, she pulled the laces sharply, double knotting the bow. “And I think, mum, with all the respect in the world, it’s none of your bloody business. Look how far I’ve come under my own merit and judgement. I am not an eighteen-year-old any longer who fell in love with a man she shouldn’t have, a man who had the agenda of his father pressing upon him. Finn is gone; it’s just Sean now. Believe me, he isn’t his dad.”

“Wouldn’t have lost it all in the first place if he was.” Rin realised that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with her mother, so simply kissed her cheek and told her she’d be back later, heading out to find Sokoro in the courtyard, lightly jogging in place.

“Let us depart now, eh, boss? Let’s run past the palace, wave to the King and Queen on our way!” Ever since arriving in London, her dear friend had been hellbent on getting a glimpse of the royal family. He’d scared a poor woman half to death one time while in Waitrose, asking very loudly if she was the Princess of Wales. She had not been, merely bearing a very uncanny resemblance to Princess Catherine.

“So, I hear you and your mother having shouting's this morning before we leave, eh?”

Having shouting’s. How she loved his turns of phrase. “We were, yes. We indeed had words with one another.”

“Over the ging... over Sean, yes?”

She liked that, that at least Sokoro was trying hard not to be hostile towards the father of her child, no matter how protective he was of her and Tiger. “Yes, over Sean. She’s very hardheaded, my mother. What kills me is the fact I think even my dad would have softened by now, and you know how ferocious he could be.”

Sokoro raised his eyebrows, wiping his clammy forehead on the back of his arm. “Kevin was nothing if not a force to be reckoned with, eh?” Pausing as they turned the corner, beginning to run down The Mall approaching Buckingham Palace, he then continued. “But I do agree, eh, I think that he would see how much he has taken to the role of Tiger’s father and not condemn him as your mother does. He ah, he did say something to me, back when she was a baby.”

Immediately, she slowed, jogging in place. “What?”

Sokoro looked uncomfortable, like he wished he’d have thought on his last sentence prior to its delivery. “Ah, I should probably not say, eh. Even though he is gone, I do not want to betray your father’s confidentiality.”

“Bollocks,” she spoke strongly, her eyes widened a fraction. “I’m here, he’s not. Tell me.”

Sokoro shook his head, his own in place jogging coming to a halt. “Okay, okay. We break here. It has been five kilometres.” Moving to a bench at the side of The Mall, he took a seat, swigging from his bottle of water.

“Your father, after Tiger was born, he pull me aside and he tell me all about it, how she came to be, how Sean betrayed you, etcetera. He tell me he was not only heartbroken for you because he know you love the man who got you pregnant despite what you tell him to the contrary, but because he always like Sean.

“He tell me he see him as perfect suitor for you, before all the shit with the sex video, eh. He tell me that if he ever could see you with anyone, it was Sean Wallace, because you are both so similar. But he say most of all, he see you with him because Sean would never stop you from being who you are. We stood outside of the lodge and I remember, he say he wanted to tell him about the baby, because he thought it might change him for the better, make him a good man for you again, but he would not do that to you, not ever. But he say it, Catherine.”

His words hit her square in the chest, the opinion her father held in secret. He’d wanted them to be together, but for the sake of her heart in all its damage done by Sean, never told anyone that other than Sokoro. It left her feeling like something was opening up within her, letting the light in to where she had been shadowed and jaded for the last seven years.

Her father, as it happened, was not as hardened as she’d thought. He’d seen the true Sean too at some point. He’d known that the man he was, and the one he was moulded into by Finn were truly not the same person.

“Did he say anything else?” she pressed with, Sokoro shrugging lightly.

“He say he hate him for what he did to you, this is natural of course, eh. But he also say he know he put him between a rock and a hard place, and with the weight of Finn Wallace bearing down on him, he know, and I quote, “the kid cracked under the pressure, and made my Catherine the fall when I doubt he really wanted to.” I think your dad, he see the same you do in Sean. A man who did what he did so he did not sink under the greater weight.”

It was hard to take in, the enormity of what Sokoro was telling her. Part of her wanted to shred him to pieces verbally for keeping it from her for so long, but most of her saw clearly that he was simply being a man of his word. Her father had shared his thoughts in secret with him, and Sokoro was nothing if not a bona fide confidant.

In all of this, her father’s opinion was something she had desperately wished she could call upon, to know if she was doing the right thing. Now, she had it. It wasn’t first hand, but she knew now that should her dear dad have still been with them, he’d have likely welcomed her and Sean finding a way back to one another.

“Are you okay?”

Sokoro’s question roused her from the daze she’d fallen into, Rin shaking herself with a small smile as she turned to him. “I am, you know. I really am.”

“Come on, let us continue. I feel Queen Camilla at the windows waiting for my jolly smile and wave!” He nudged her with a soft elbow as she got up, laughing and sipping her water before on they continued towards the palace. Their jog landed them back at Mulford Hall just before 10:30am, both immediately heading upstairs to take a shower each, Rin returning to hear the usual Kenyan merriment in the kitchen.

“What are you lot giggling about?” she asked, moving to the fridge to get out some fruit and yogurt, Sokoro, Marcus and Silas all sitting around the island, huge grins fixed in place.

“We are discussing the slang of your motherland, boss,” Marcus spoke, still partially hissing with laughter. “We see on Twitter somebody call Donald Trump a fuck billed twattypus and we all say, it could have been you! It sounds like something you say!”

“We learn so many British cusses from you. Knob, shit bag, twat, bloody fucking bastard,” Silas then weighed in with, counting them off on his fingers as he chuckled with glee.

“Or when she call you twat waffles and you thought it is some kind of British breakfast cereal,” Sokoro chimed, Marcus waving his hands in dismissal as the men roared.

“It sounds like it, though! I had no idea that twat was slang for the female anatomy until we met Catherine!” he laughed, Rin in absolute stitches as she closed the fridge door. They kept her entertained as she went about preparing her breakfast, Sokoro sorting himself and the other guys with gigantic vegetable omelettes and toast.

With a day to herself, she decided to relax before her masseuse arrived, Jenna giving her a much-needed rub down and easing of tension from her locked up back, several knots clicking and cracking under her expert hands. It was a day of pure bliss, her child not arriving back until 7pm, Sean stating that he was also taking her to the museum and out for dinner as well, carrying a very sleepy Tiger into the house. He looked completely shattered himself.

“I’ll take her,” Diane bustled coldly, fixing him with a glare. No, Rin’s words hadn’t sunk in any further. Luckily, Sean didn’t react with any negativity whatsoever.

“Thank you, Diane. It’s nice to see you again, you’re looking very well.”

She turned away from him, her lips slightly pursed. “I wish I could say the same.”

He winced. “Ouch.”

Rin reached for his face, giving him a kiss. “Maybe one day she might finally thaw.” While he expected as much from her mother, he did note that Rin seemed to be behaving more freely with him, making the first move to offer affection. “So, did you and our baby have a good day?”

Right on cue, he yawned. “A tiring one. I’ve been up since 5am, she decided she couldn’t sleep so we took Butch for a walk for an hour, one I ended up carrying her on my back for half of before dropping him off with Minnie for the day.” Hugging her, he rested his chin on her head, Rin laughing softly at the fake snoring noises he began making. “She has abundant energy, though. I don’t know how you cope full time.”

Emerging from beneath his chin, she smoothed her hands down his chest. “I’m used to it, as you’ll become, too. Can I get you a coffee before you fall asleep on me?”

He nodded, kissing her forehead. “Please.”

“Alright, go and rest your weary bones.” He moved to the sitting room and she the kitchen, taking a seat on the sofa and beginning to browse his phone. It might have been a Saturday night, he might have been shattered, but he had a few work-related emails he needed to at least check in with, planning on putting in some time the following morning in his office at home to be nicely ahead for the coming working week.

“Oh, you’re here.” Looking up, he met the narrowed eyes of Diane, the matriarch of the Cavanaugh household taking a seat on the adjacent sofa, eyeing him with her usual level of distain.

“Hello again, Diane,” he smiled, attempting to at least be cordial with the woman. The truth was, he had little to no issue with her, but goodness, she certainly gripped tightly upon the grudge she held towards him. “How are you?”

“I’d be much better if you weren’t here.”

He expected little less than such hostility, but knew he couldn’t meet it like for like. “I understand that, I do. I will be here, though, in your lives. Your daughter and granddaughter are very important to me.”

She picked up a copy of Tatler magazine from the coffee table, huffing as the pages were flicked through with mild irritation. “Until the next chance to use her in your quest for power presents itself. Men like you don’t change, Sean.”

He felt his temper flicker into life, the corner of his mouth twitching. He wouldn’t let her spark it into roaring flame, though. She was probably trying deliberately to wheedle such a response from him, purely so she could point her finger. “As I explained to Catherine, I am in no position to do that. Your daughter has elevated me to my former status, more so, in fact. I have my company, I have my standing, and I have a hell of a lucrative income because of her. I don’t truly have what I want the most, though. Trust me, fucking her over would not be conducive to me attaining it.”

“Oh, wouldn’t it?” she spoke, each word biting in its chilly delivery.

“No,” he spoke with a shrug, his smile widening, “because what I want most is her. I love your daughter, perhaps the most honestly and genuinely I have ever loved anyone. Trust me, my intentions towards her are not what you assume them to be. Far from it.”

He didn’t know, but out in the corridor, Rin stood, coffee in hand, grinning like an idiot to hear him coolly standing up to her mother. She might have known it already, but hearing him state that what he wanted most was her almost provoked a squeak of pure joy.

“Well, I shan’t be doing that any time soon, Sean,” she bustled, just as Rin walked in.

“That’s up to you, I suppose,” he replied, taking the coffee from Rin. “Thank you, darling. I think I might need three more just to stay awake. So, are you still coming with me when I go back up to Manchester on Thursday? We could take Tiger too, make a weekend of it once I am done with Friday’s meetings. We could take her to the art gallery, with her flair for the artistic I’m sure she’d enjoy it.”

She beamed widely. “Yes, great idea, I’d love to. It’ll mean getting her out of her pit early, I suppose. I was surprised you told me she’s been up since five this morning, that child loves her kip.”

“Isn’t this all so very cosy,” Diane muttered sarcastically, shaking her head. “Forgetting conveniently what that vile shit of a man did to you.”

Rin’s hand clenched into a fist where she rested it upon Sean’s thigh, her eyebrows knitting as she sighed. “Which is a mistake he both admits and apologises for, mum. I’ve let it go. You need to as well.”

“I can’t! Not when...” she began, the Tatler magazine cast aside. She didn’t get very far in her retort, though.

“Enough, mum,” her daughter spoke, with quiet firmness as she stared at her. “That’s seriously enough, now. I’m sick of dealing with your attitude. What happens between Sean and I is honestly none of your business, and I am fucking tired of you making it just that. This is my life, you need to but out and stop treating me like a child. That’s the end of it. Sean, come on. Let's move locations.”

He stood gladly, taking his coffee and following her out without further word, Diane sitting there floundering at being shot down so efficiently by her eldest child. “We both stood our ground with her, and didn’t raise our voices once,” he observed, moving up the grand staircase beside her, pausing to gulp back a little more coffee, save it spilling and Diane becoming furtherly vexed towards him.

Rin raised her eyebrows. “We must be growing up, at last.” Arriving in her bedroom, she swung the door open, walking through to where she’d had a little bit of a makeover of the large room, the former section dedicated to her desk and workout items over at the far side by her window now containing a small sofa and television set on the mantle above the fireplace. The space most definitely had more of a grown up feel to it than it had when Sean had been in there last.

Sitting down beside her, he finished his coffee while they chatted on how best to handle her mother, both agreeing to be staunch without rising to her need to argue the toss constantly. The coffee was sadly no match for his tiredness, though, Sean waking with a start hours later to darkness, finding himself draped in a comfortable throw. The bed his sleeping love occupied looked much more comfortable.

“I was wondering if I’d have a companion at some point,” she murmured, turning to cuddle up to his nakedness after he’d undressed and gotten under the covers. “What time is it?”

“Half past two. I’d say time to go back to sleep, but I’m wide awake.”

She grinned into the darkness as his hands felt their way to her, pulling her even closer, lifting her leg to rest over his hip. “Mmm,” she hummed, feeling the hard of his cock press against her abdomen. “Yes, you definitely are, aren’t you?” Her hand reached between them, curling around his cock, working him lazily as she felt the sleepiness slipping away, ducking her head to begin placing hot, open-mouthed kisses upon his neck.

He lay there in a daze of sexual fog clouding him for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of what her hand evoked within before his own reached for her, stroking her softly, feeling her begin to dampen his fingers. Pushing them inside her, his mouth then founds hers, her teeth crushing a soft bite upon his lower lip. Those kisses, all sugared embers and need, began to gain rapid heat, hands working upon one another with more vigour until Sean turned her, slotting himself between her legs and arrowing into her fully with one fluid motion.

She swallowed back his moans as their tongues swirled, her groin prickling pleasantly, nerve endings singing their bliss against the thick swell of his cock as he dragged her walls deftly. It was heavenly, wet velvet softly flexing around hot steel, their veins warming, Rin crying out softly at feeling him burying himself within her again and again.

With his mouth at her neck, consuming her with such all-encompassing force, all that existed was him, that moment, the sound of his groans in her ear as his tongue glided across the column of her throat. Him, just him. He was all she wanted, and to hell with what her mother thought of that.

Trembling against the lean bulk of his chest, the lightning bounced beneath her skin, the weight of him centring, driving himself into her plush wetness, causing moans she barely recognised to be hers. How she had longed for a lover with this kind of skill while they’d been parted, but beneath him there in her bed, she realised she could look forever but never find in a single other person what she had with Sean.

His hips arrowed down purposefully, giving way to a slight rotation that had her floating in the stars, her fingers raking through his hair as she arched up against him, teeth nipping his thick shoulder as her nails grazed his back, digging in and clawing when he began to gain momentum.

She was molten beneath him, singed by the wildfire of his fuck, her walls beginning to flutter around him as his soaking cock pounded her hard, mouth lowering to suck at her nipples, making her come apart beneath him with surging force, Sean coming just moments after her.

They fell asleep that night entangled, swathed in the blanket of one another, Rin awaking early the following morning. The sunlight streamed in, the sound of the Westminster bells softly tolling, yawning as she stretched. Looking up, she was greeted by the sight of smiling blue eyes, shifting up a little to place a soft kiss upon his lips.

There they were again, just as they had been seven years before. Sunday morning, bell song and sunshine.

“I love you.”

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “Finally.”

Finally, indeed.

Finally, they had everything they’d been looking for. Finally, they had love and peace, and finally, although it took her almost two years after that morning to see that Sean was entirely genuine, they had Diane’s support. After all, the mother of the bride couldn’t very well have a sour face on at the wedding of her eldest daughter. Not after she’d bared witness to seeing just how happy the man waiting for her at the altar had truly made her.

In fact, Diane’s tears of joy as they were pronounced husband and wife were the greatest of all the guests, watching Rin held tightly by her new husband, and the complete and utter adoration they viewed one another with. Neither noticed it, though, lost in one another as they kissed, Sean stroking her face with his thumbs as he rested his forehead to hers, repeating the word he had spoken two years prior, when they had truly reconnected.

“Finally.”

The End.

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ancientrimer · 6 months

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off to cause the great fire of london (1666) next 👍

#it’s plausible! chronologically that is #I think they should get to burn london down. as a treat <3 #blue eye samurai

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mirconreadzztuff22 · 4 months

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#let mizu burn down london/jk #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu bes #mizu #bes mizu #all my homies hate brick head ass taigen

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waywardted · 1 year

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You ever wonder why we’re here?

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #tedlassoedit #flashing gif #m*ne #mine: lasso #teddy boy #k i think I’ve sort of gathered my thoughts a little #if this set even makes sense lol #he's just so unmoored.... (can't remember what he used to fight for)#(taylor always relevant)#but i feel like they've seeded all these little reminders of why he came and why he's stayed #that there's this community of people who need and value him #that there are things worth striving for #'you ever wonder why we're here coach?'#'in london or on earth?'#'well both i guess'#who is he after burning himself down last season??? what gives his life purpose and meaning now?#i'm excited to find out!!!

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random-brushstrokes · 6 months

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Colin W. Burns (British, b. 1944) - The Thames at Westminster

#Colin W. Burns #british art #cityscape #london

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crancisfrozier · 10 days

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Hi back from the dead again because I need to talk about this Watcher situation as someone who has been following them since BU and has been supporting them on Patreon for the last 3 years.

There are a lot of people claiming this decision was made out of greed or something equally malicious and I have to disagree completely. There is a lot of talk about parasocial relationships from the fandom side but I actually think this runs both ways. I think the boys are used to a very devoted and very loyal fanbase that professes to love and care about them and wants to support their endeavors, and has demonstrated that over the four years they have been operating as Watcher. I think they saw this as a logical next move for their company that they were excited about and that the fandom would wholeheartedly support, as always (hence the countdown). They likely did not think about how this would look or feel from an audience standpoint and made a, in hindsight for them, pretty impulsive trust fall expecting us to be there for them, only to hit the ground pretty hard and unexpectedly. They are probably reeling from this which, I believe, is the cause for all this radio silence.

Also, something that I haven’t really seen anyone address yet is how this moment feels like a defining blowout argument in a relationship. We are at a point where both parties (Watcher and the fans) have done/said things that cannot be taken back. They can try and slightly walk back the streaming decision, maybe offer an additional free tier with ads on the streamer itself so they are not cutting off fans from content completely, but they cannot completely take back this decision as they’ve likely already sunk time and money into the platform, not to mention the people who have already paid for it. And from the audience side, there have been a lot of reasonable and logical comments made about the message this sends to fans who cannot afford it or why this is a hurtful and unwise business decision, but there have also been A LOT of very nasty and very rude comments, or comments that would likely be very hurtful to the boys in general. Blaming Steven for the decision and saying how he wasn’t ever liked and was only tolerated by fans, how people have never liked ghost files or mystery files as much as unsolved, how the quality has gotten worse as the production value increased, etc. The boys have likely not seen every comment but I’m sure they’ve seen enough of them and that is something that is going to fundamentally change how they view their fanbase as much as this has warped how we view them. I could not imagine facing and making new content for an audience that I thought 100% supported me then basically ended up telling me my content is subpar, I peaked years ago, and that they always disliked 1/3 of the founding members of my company.

We are at a point where we have both said and done things that have fundamentally changed our relationship to each other and only time will tell whether we can walk this back and start building trust again or call it quits for good.

#watcher #I really really hope it’s the former believe me #I don’t want to see them fail or crash and burn #I truly don’t think they deserve that #I’m also hoping they make a statement tomorrow AT LEAST to say they’ve heard us and are formulating a response #if not that London show on Tuesday is gonna be reeeeaaaal awkward

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Peter: I would die protecting him

Nightingale: Touch him, and you will plead for me to kill you

#rivers of london #thomas nightingale #peter grant #incorrect rivers of london quotes #peter would sacredice himself and thomas would burn the world fir him trope #onestly they would both die for each other and either death would rip the otherone apart

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Hey guys. Why is the Magnus Institute in Manchester now. What’s that about?

#tmagp #I have no theories on this other than that Manchester is a great place for The Horrors #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #tma #podcasts #the magnus institute is in Manchester in this universe???#or is it some sort of second location???#but the one in Manchester is the one that burned down so why move it out of London???#jonathan sims #alexander j newall #I’m in your walls #in Manchester apparently

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k-wame · 2 months

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SALTBURN - VINYL SOUNDTRACK via @sonysoundtracks TikTok

#the label being the bathtub drain!🗣️📢💯the coolest shit fr #only thing cooler is setting a dead hot wife montage to 'the summer burned on' - game changing goat shit in my book #saltburn #saltburn 2023 #oliver quick #music #barry keoghan #anthony willis #emerald fennell #soundstrack #vinyl #musicblr #cinemagraph #film score #original motion picture score #london contemporary orchestra

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year

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Venom - Live In London At The Hammersmith Odeon [1985]

#Venom #Live In London At The Hammersmith Odeon #80's #80s #1985 #Don't Burn the Witch #my edit #my gif #gif #metal #Genre: NWOBHM/Heavy Metal Speed/Black Metal #Themes: Satan Hell Death Women Metal #UK #Cronos #Mantas #Jeffrey Dunn #Conrad Thomas Lant

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 months

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London Will Burn - Chapter Fourteen.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,313

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

It bloomed through her, desire unmatched, the feel of him, the scent of his aftershave, the crush of his beautiful lips against hers. Mindlessness held her fast already, the chemistry too strong to fight; not that she wanted to, not even for a single moment.

“I have a room here.”

She nodded, her mouth falling back to his, Sean pulling from her kiss to take her hand, leading her down the long corridor to the side door that opened into the foyer of the Dorchester hotel. Rubbing Jonathan’s nose in it would have been a coup, he couldn’t deny it. Being with Rin as quickly as possible overrode his need for one upmanship, though.

Her heart thundered as he led her across the polished floor towards the lift, the thrill of it, the unspoken, the fact there was no rules, only games she was beginning to very much enjoy. Waiting for it to descend, he squeezed her hand in his, winking when she turned to look at him, his mouth upturning.

“In case I am too bowled over by lust, I must tell you now, I don’t think I have ever seen you look more beautiful than you do tonight.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping into forward when the lift doors slid open, attempting to release his hand. He held on tightly. “You’re only telling me this to get into my knickers. You’ve already accomplished that.”

“No.” He pressed the button for the seventh floor, turning to her, Rin feeling herself pulled into the vortex of his blown pupils, falling deep. “I’m telling you because you deserve to hear it.” His mouth met hers, the kiss so soft, it took her by surprise. Her stomach flipped, her nerves feeling sliced open by the intimacy of it, his fingers softly raining over her cheeks.

Suddenly, she was eighteen again, in the sun filled luminescence of her bedroom, just staring at him fondly. No cares, no betrayal, no second guessing; just them. It frightened the hell out of her.

“I can’t,” she protested, pushing him away, needing space.

His face twisted in confusion. “But...”

“I just can’t!” Her voice tremored, turning from him, resting a hand to her forehead as the maelstrom hit her fully, everything she’d been desperate to supress. “I-I can’t do this, Sean! I said I never would again, and now it’s twice, about to be three times, and nothing is clear, and...” Suddenly, everything that had excited her was now bearing down upon her emotionally, and she couldn’t bear to withstand it.

“No, something is clear,” he spoke, hitting the stop button, the lift grinding to a halt. “For me, it’s very clear, and it always has been.” His hand pressed to her shoulder, attempting to turn her. “Look at me, Catherine.”

“I can’t!”

“Well, you fucking have to!”

“No, I don’t, Sean! I am not a malleable ball of fucking clay for you to prod and mould as you please!” She finally turned then, her eyes glassy, shaking her head. “I can’t do this.”

He steeled himself, knowing he had to speak it, what he’d stuffed down so deep, and for so very long. “And I can’t go another day without telling you that I love you. I love you, and it’s killing me.”

She shook her head, unable to believe her ears. “What?”

“I have loved you for seven fucking years, Catherine. If this is because you’re scared that this is a game, then don’t be. Leave that behind, because to me, this is no game, no power play. Just a man in love with a woman he knows he never, ever should have forsaken.”

Her lip wobbled, and his thumb dragged it softly, resting his forehead to hers. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” And god, how he did. “If you can trust me, I will show you. I love you.” He kissed her, and she tried to fight it, but her heart, Her heart. “I fucking love you, you gobby little twat.”

In an instant, she was crying but laughing, scared but hopeful, the juxtaposes too exhausting to fight against any longer as they fell into a kiss, Sean reaching to hit the lift button and resume their ascent once more. He had no idea whether she truly believed him, but her being in his arms and upon his lips was good enough for that moment. Anything else could wait, and his actions going forth would show her; if of course she let him.

Arriving in his room, she gladly kicked off her shoes, placing her bag down on the table, his hands all over her as he unfastened the zip of her long, elegant dress. She looked just as sensational in Oscar de la Renta as she did Dolce and Gabbana, but truly, he liked her best in nothing at all.

His fingertips stroked over the black, scalloped lace of her underwear, reading the goose pimples that rose over her skin like braille, their message clear. Their undress of one another was deft, yet slow, savouring it, Rin pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his thighs as her mouth met his once more, slowly descending.

She needed it, to control the moment, so stirred by her emotions, embarrassed that she’d cried in front of him. Power shouldn’t have come into it, and she knew it, knew she was falling back into her relentless need to have the upper hand where he was concerned. At least this time, that upper hand was making him the receiver of something he’d actually enjoy.

Grasping his cock, she laid kisses to his hip, moving her mouth and running her tongue up the fat vein inflating the underside of his bulky shaft. She elicited a deep groan from him, Sean tangling his fingers in her hair, his head softly thudding back on the bed.

That groan only deepened when she took him slowly into her mouth, his cock twitching the deeper she sucked him back, pulsing her lips around him before dragging her lips back up his shaft, pausing at the tip and kissing it as she winked at him. God, that woman. What she did to him with only a fucking wink, circling her tongue around the head of his cock a few times before repeating the same thing all over again.

Watching himself disappearing again and again into her pretty mouth, his thighs quaked as her lips tightened around him, her nails trailing down his chest stirring a flush of goose pimples to rise over his skin. Pleasure crackled through him, his cock like iron as she continued to suck on him with aplomb, moaning softly around him, her noises of contentment sending tingling sensations through his thick shaft.

It was about all he could stand without encroaching upon coming much sooner than he wanted, shuffling back before reaching to grasp her waist, throwing her into the middle of the bed. Pinned beneath him, she stared into his eyes, her throat tightening. He loved her, and her heart knew it, but her head...

He read her like a book. “So much for vowing not to put my cock in your mouth.”

The way he raised an eyebrow had her chuckling softly, stroking his chest. “I suppose a lot can change in two days.”

Kissing the tip of her nose, his mouth wasted no time in descent. “Seems so, darling.” His lips etched a heated path over her beautiful body, careful attention shown to every single spot he knew made her glimmer before finally settling between her legs.

“Ohhh.” The sigh fluttered from her mouth softly, her cunt sucked upon greedily, Sean groaning deeply as her wetness bathed his tongue and chin. Her hums and murmurs of pleasure floated through the air like sweet music as he sucked at her, the addition of the gentlest of nibbles making a soft prick of pain melt down her spine, gasping when his tongue began to roll languidly over her clit.

It was a delicate, slow circle he drew upon her bud, watching her undulate against his mouth, his hands stroking her silken legs, entranced by the sight of her losing herself to him. The blade of his tongue soon cut through to the marrow of her, all that was gentle pressure now replaced by keen licks that ignited her bones, making her feel as if embers were burning on her nerves, her thighs brushing his face, squirming in ecstasy.

“I think you’re ready for my cock now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but that means you stopping your tongue, and it’s too good!”

He chuckled at the compliment, continuing to lash her clit with fast licks. “It does, but maybe this...” Pausing, he moved to kneel, pushing her thighs down onto the bed and gently gliding his hardness into the aqueous velvet of her cunt, “is better?”

“Oh, yes. Definitely.”

His abs juddered in response to her trailing her nails down them gently, one hand slipping between her legs to feel his cock as it plunged in and out of her steadily, his eyes flitting between hers and where they were fused. “Feeling how wet you’re getting me? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she sucked on them, making him burn. “Mmmm, yes. It really does.”

“Watching you do that is making my tongue jealous.” Slipping out, he moved back to lie between her legs, mouth clamping around her and sucking hard, his tongue sweeping through her folds. Her back arched off the bed, her body wholly at the mercy of his staggering sexual talent.

He lapped at her keenly, his hot breaths adding to the stimulation, her clit soaked from each eager swirl of his tongue before he moved back to arrow into her once more. Inching in steadily, he filled her entirely, remaining totally still, his thumb rubbing at her clit as he watched her slit spasm from the strong clenches of her inner walls around him, the sight transfixing to him.

“Fuck, you feel too good,” she breathed, flexing on him as he remained completely still, pulling him down to bestow kisses of heated need. “Fuck me, please just fuck me.”

Moving his mouth to her neck, he chuckled deeply, sprinkling kisses. “Do I detect begging?”

“Yes, I’m out of my fucking mind here! Please just pound me into the bloody bed!” Her desperation amused him, Sean having her think he was about to sate her by beginning to move, a single thrust given before he pulled out once again, kissing his way back down, biting her pubic mound with a playful growl before sliding his tongue into her soaking slit.

“God, you taste amazing.” Laving over her clit, he winked at her, her nails gliding through his hair and over his scalp, watching as he ate her fervently, his short beard prickling her soft folds, a deep grumble of arousal causing her flood his tongue. Sitting back up, he pushed inside her again, her little whimper making his insides tingle.

She lay at his mercy, Sean resting her legs over his shoulders as he began to give her exactly what she wanted, centring his weight down through his pelvis, each thrust delivered with more pressure, making her wail as he stroked her shins, turning his head to kiss her ankle and softly bite her toes.

Just when she was getting used to being ploughed, though, he switched cock for tongue once more, pushing it into her burning hole, licking her opening while his nose nudged her clit, her legs virtually knotting around his head.

How? How could one person be this illimitably thrilling in bed? He was everything she’d ever looked for in a lover, so attentive, very much getting off on being the instigator to her losing her mind to him. She’d never been with a man who was as much of a giver as Sean. His mouth ate her to near ruin before finally, he sheathed himself in her heat and this time, didn’t pull away.

He gave her long strokes, pulling right to the edge before invading back to her depths, three slow thrusts followed by two quick and sharp, Rin’s eyes rolled back in her head as she shook under the pressure from his cock, heavy as it dragged throbbing heat out of her, her mouth dropped open as she panted and wailed.

“That’s it. Come around my cock, beautiful.” Those words were the catalyst to it, her body trembling all over as she shattered for him completely, sparks blazing, her hips driving strongly as she ground against him, greedy for more friction.

He had no idea how she didn’t drag the orgasm from him as well with the force she came with, but he focused on not succumbing to it, the tingling in the pit of his groin, slowing down to both contain himself and give her a little recovery, bending to suck her nipples in turn.

Moving onto his side, he pulled her leg up over his hip, stroking her thigh as they shared steamy kisses, his heart hammering madly. God, the things she stirred in him, the way her flesh felt pressed to his, the tight hug of her molten centre around his throbbing cock as he fucked her slow and deep.

Each of his lust saturated groans vibrated her lips as she tucked her head under his chin, kissing his neck, her nails grazing his chest, lost in the tempest that was the two of them together. Their bodies collided, slow and rolling, hot and tight with erotic euphoria, a few more strong thrusts seeing Sean through to his burning finish, shooting ribbons of cum deeply into the snug clutch of her cunt.

In the aftermath, she lay against his chest, her nails circling his nipple, his hand idly stroking up and down her back, tickling her spine. enjoying the afterglow of their releases, the quiet stillness, the peace. War felt good between them, but this? It was on another level entirely.

It was what they’d both needed for years.

They shared a level of intimacy through silence like never before, stroking one another, Rin moving to rest her head on her hand while looking down at him, her thumb skimming his cheek.

“I like this, just us, no complications. I can’t trust it, though.”

Turning his head, he kissed her thumb, but didn’t break his gaze for a second. “I know, darling.” Moving his hand to the back of her head, he pulled her near, clasping her face with his other hand, kissing her softly, but with more feeling than she could ever remember experiencing. “I shan’t ever hurt you again either. I know you won’t believe me, or trust that I won’t for a while. I more than expect to have to work for that trust, but I want you to know that I mean it.”

More than anything, she wanted to believe him, too. Caution abounded, though. She couldn’t feel pain like she once had because of him. Not again. Nodding, she kissed him, resting her head back down upon his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat while the past rose up once again in her mind.

She’d not shed a single tear for him at the time, not until a few days after she’d given birth to Tiger, lying in her bedroom with her baby sleeping beside her, imagining Sean lying in the bed with them. Visualising him there, smiling just as adoringly as she was at their newborn had finally prompted her to break down completely, yet it wasn’t the arms of the man she finally had to admit she’d fallen in love with to comfort her, her beloved dad hearing her cries and coming to bundle her in a hug.

Her family had flown out there to be with her, so she wasn’t completely alone at such an important time. There had only been one person the scared, nineteen-year-old new mother had ached for, though.

“Shhhh, what’s the matter?” he asked, hearing her beginning to sob. “Come on, darling. It’s alright.”

“It wasn’t, though.”

He closed his eyes. God, if her heart had matched his back then, as he strongly expected it had. The pain he must have put her though. “Tell me. I think I need to hear it. I need to understand fully, and I want to.”

As soon as she opened her mouth, the floodgate burst forth, and for the first time in years she truly allowed herself to be vulnerable. “I loved you, that’s the only reason why against all logic I decided to keep Tiger. Because she was ours, because she was yours. She was the only beautiful thing to bloom from something that broke my bloody heart, but being out there in Africa with her, watching her grow and look more and more like you every day, it fucking killed me, Sean.”

His forehead creased, blinking hard as he held her face in his hands, kissing her forehead. “I’m so sorry. I truly am, Rin.” He wrapped her in his arms, holding her. It might have been seven years too late, but she felt comfort for finally feeling it. “I should have done what I was going to do and deleted the video, instead of trying to please my fucking father, when such a task was never short of impossible.”

A shuddered sigh left her mouth, nails stroking a circle at the side of his neck. “I wish you had, too. I suppose I should have told you...”

“I understand now, why you didn’t,” he interjected with, Rin continuing.

“You missed so much of her life, all the things she should have had her dad there for.”

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m here now, for the rest of it.”

In her mind, that remained to be seen. Nodding, she excused herself, going to the bathroom to wash her face as free from her smudged makeup as she could with the soap provided. Ugh. She needed her things, her skin feeling tight in the wake of it, crying out for moisture. She also had no intentions of being seen the next morning in the clothes she had worn the night before.

“Feeling better?” he asked from his place now moved beneath the luxury bedsheets, Rin nodding as she reached for her bag and pulled out her phone.

“A little. If you’ll excuse me a second. I need to call home.” She rang directly to the staff quarters, reaching Alexis, their head of house. “I need an overnight bag packing and delivering to The Dorchester, room two one seven. My black jeans, my camel cashmere sweater, a black blazer, my beige LK Bennett shoes... yes, the suede ones. A toothbrush and paste, my moisturiser and my small makeup bag in the ensuite... yes, that’s it. Oh, and some clean underwear. Thank you, Alexis.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she turned to him, puzzled. “What is that face for?”

“You women and your perpetual need for so many items,” he spoke, reaching to stroke her cheek tenderly. “And yet how I always remember you is with simplicity, in your big sweater and socks when I came to your house that time.”

That time, that time so long ago, a time that had never truly left either of them, etched into their memories. “I’m not her anymore, Sean.”

“Yes, you are.” He pulled her closer to him, resting his forehead to hers. “Only I see her, though.”

As they fell into kisses again, Rin felt herself bloom to know that while so much had changed, the part of her she thought long gone still remained visible to the man who held her against him tightly. Perhaps she hadn’t become as lost to the pain he’d caused her as she’d once thought.

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Third Time's the Charm

(Writing sappy oc x canon romance wasn't on my life bingo but I'm having so much fun with my blorbos so here's a ficlet, enjoy! Word count: 947 words)

"I love you." he admits, reluctantly. One final note hangs in the air as she stops playing, until the parlour falls silent. They're sitting together at the piano, shoulder to shoulder, looking at the keyboard, both with their own reasons to avert their eyes from the other. He didn't plan for this to happen, not the love nor the confession, but she must know by now. "Unconditionally?" she teases softly. He leaves the question unanswered, a late echo of the last note. "Unapologetically?" The air grows warm as she caresses the keys, weaving a silent melody. "I would do anything for you." She must know this too. He would do anything she asks of him. He would do anything to spend more time with her, to keep her from slipping away. He's not sure she knows about this last part. The soundless melody halts. "And what exactly would you do?" She asks, still looking at the keys. He knows what she's asking for, and he complies with her dance of unspoken wishes, reprising the melody from where she left it, gently tapping the keys. "What exactly would you want me to do, my dear?" He tries to match her playful tone, but she stops the dance, grabbing his wrist with a movement too sudden for his perception. "Anything?" she asks again, sharply this time, tilting his chin up to study his sincerity, drawing him in her gaze. The air grows hot. Her hands scald his wrist and his face. He hates to burn, he remembers far too well how that feels, but for her he would burn a thousand times over. He didn't plan for this to happen, and yet. "Anything." he confirms. She stares at him unblinkingly, looking for something deep under his skin, something to draw out, to snatch away, before returning her attention to the piano, charring the keys under her fingers. Her touch lingers on his face, sweetly, achingly. "I love you too", she lies. He knows, of course, but it doesn't change anything. She just needs to ask.

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"I love you." she says, surprised by her own words. She wonders if this is how he felt. She wonders how much he's still able to feel. The bustling chatter of Dante's regulars covers their conversation from indiscreet ears. She likes to bask in the sound, savouring the anonymously alive hum of a busy day. "You do." She can't tell if he means it as a question or an affirmation. She's not sure he cares about the distinction anymore. He swirls the wine in his glass, absentmindedly following its motion. "I do." Her words are not a question, and not an affirmation. They are both, and they are more, and they just Are. She can make things Be, she can dance Meanings into Laws, but sometimes she prefers her words to be meaningful and relevant all by themselves. "Unapologetically?" He sounds bored. "Unconditionally?" the reiteration clarifies his questioning intent, allowing her to recall a familiar rhythm. "I would do anything for you." The hum envelops their table and her answer melds with it like honey. He takes a good look at her. A good long look. The hum grows wrong, and she doesn't like it anymore. Two leitmotifs overlap unpleasantly in her head as the clamouring uproar of the Season of Revolutions overwhelmes the present, making her queasy. He taps the glass, distractedly. She follows the clear vibrations through the dissonance, until the noise goes back to its right place in her memories. "Anything, my dear?" he asks. He never notices the noise, he just causes it to Be. But she can dance around it. "I will keep you with me forever." He smiles at her last word, with a genuine mirthful laugh. "Well, I'll simply have to remember to stick around for all that time, then!" She tries to figure out how deep the Meaning goes, but something in his voice doesn't fit his smile. It happens so often now. He reaches for her hand on the table, sweetly, coldly. "I love you too", he lies. She knows, of course, but it doesn't change anything. He can't get away, and he will always remember.

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There's a bouquet on the Deviless' bedside table, wrapped with care in a silky ribbon. The flowers wither from time to time, from year to year, from decade to decade. She never buys them, and she never needs to ask for fresh ones, the replacements are always delivered at the right time. She likes to think it's always been the same bouquet, perpetually reaffirming its Meaning. Promises and declarations renewed forever through a cadence of petals. Love returned, declares the ambrosia. Immortal, unfading love, promises the amaranth.

There's a record that shouldn't exist yet in Hiram's library. It's not the only anachronistical item in his collection, but it's the first that was gifted to him, meticulously wrapped in a silky ribbon. "I'd like to lock you in my heart, dear, and then lose the key" goes the song. The record spins and spins. He often wonders what would happen if he were to inscribe Correspondence on it. Nothing too convoluted, one sigil only, to reciprocate the gift. A declaration and a promise. The sigil would spin and spin, perpetually reiterating its Meaning at seventy-eight revolutions per minute.

Thou art all that is lovely, says the austrian rose. "Just a little closer, dear" says the song. The ribbon wasn't originally wrapping the bouquet, nor the record, but its Meaning remains undeniably true. A gift always reciprocated from time to time, from year to year, from decade to decade. I love you, it says, over and over again, unconditionally, unapologetically.

Notes:

The flowers quotes are from these victorian books on the language of flowers

The song is Just a Little Closer by Ruth Etting (1930)

#I wrote this for the feast of the rose but I never edited it #until now >:)#I'm not a pro writer but this turned out nice so I'm sharing the brainrot #fallen london #my writing #hiram hargrave #the quiet deviless #hiram x deviless #cw burns #(<- nothing explicitly horror but just in case. you know how it is if you hold hands with the devils)

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