A collection of dark, angsty, and bittersweet one-shots.
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Since she'd forced him to allow himself to feel his emotions, they were on a hairpin trigger and she was never sure when she'd pull on one. He'd spent years planting landmines in the ethe...
I wanted to write something for Halloween, something original. But this happened instead. I don't know how, one moment I was writing about ghosts—the next I had this story, but I liked it enough to edit it and share it. It's definitely not spooky! My brain is just stuck on angsty romance at the moment. It's a romantic one shot. There is a non graphic smut scene in there, too. Like my other soft Jake/MC smut one shot; Silver and Gold! You know what's happening, but it's not the focus, and the details are kept very blurry.
It's a story about forbidden love and their sweetest reunion with a short time limit. Angst and fluff with a touch of hope—I can't not give some hope!
I haven't named nor described the MC. She can be whoever you want her to be. I hope you enjoy it, if you give it a try.
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With all hands pointing to the heavens, midnight arrived and with it, Jake returned.
Moonlight shone its silver sickle shimmer upon the world. A soft breeze seeped through her open window and ruffled her loose hair as she bit her lip, staring down at the dark garden. Her eyes scanned the grounds from side to side, head on a swivel as muffled grunts and panting neared where she waited.
Her heart pounded furiously, a shake in her hands as she held her breath to listen for the sound of her father racing down the halls. It never came. He slept like the dead. They would be safe tonight. There was a scuff and a sharp intake of breath that made her jerk and peer over the edge as a pair of familiar hands grasped the white windowsill. The royal blue curtains flittered in the breeze. Her web-fine smile solidified and her stomach fluttered, butterflies flying with abandon as Jake climbed the side of her house to get to her.
She saw his knuckles bleach bone pale, as he gripped the edges of the window frame and pulled himself up.
His blackened hair, wild and curly, danced upon his sweat bejeweled forehead as she stepped back to allow him inside. The muscles in his arms and shoulders trembled and pulled tight as he carefully swung a leg inside, the rest of him following and they stood and drank each other in as they both went still.
Her hands flexed at her sides, the urge to reach out and grab him almost impossible to resist. Her ears strained as they listened to the house settling, the creaks and groans of old wood too similar to footsteps for her as Jake met her eye. So many words passed from his sea-glass eyes and into hers, heard as though he whispered them against her skin. She knew he read her responses in her own gaze.
I missed you. We don't have long. I shouldn't be here. But I want you here. I'll stay until you sleep. Don't say goodbye when you go, my heart can't take it.
Instead of speaking any of them aloud, she'd heard them all before, they moved as one into an embrace so complete; she forgot she couldn't keep him. Just for a moment—he was hers again. But what a glorious moment it was. The stinging ache once reality swept through in the morning would never heal. Would always bleed. Until he returned from wherever he was hiding to spend a night with her.
