ladytron2000 whispered:
"lock & key" was beautiful & poignant, but tres sad! where is that fence?

IKR!  It’s a fence on a bridge across the Seine in Paris. The city is actually talking about banning the love locks as a nuissance.  I have very mixed feeling about it.  It think it’s a beautiful idea but understand how it does change the view from the bridge.. Here is the article if you are interested. 

http://www.theguardian.com/travel/2014/mar/31/campaign-paris-love-locks-banned

Thanks  for reading!  ♥

enchantedbyhiddles whispered:
The oneshot was mean, but absolutely beautiful. It made me cry. Thank you for a lovely story!

AWWW!!!  I’m so sorry!!  It’s not finished if that is any consolation. Magnus and Rebecka are never finished.  Never.

Thank you for reading.  I made myself cry too (though I blamed Halma!)

Here is some dancing Tom to make it better!♥

Almost

Detektivmartinsson posted

My character vanishes one day. About a year later your character spots them out in public with a baby! How does your character react?

Rebecka’s heart stopped.  All of the blood in her body seemed to drain to her hands and feet, pooling there as she stood frozen looking at him, at a ghost, at a dead man, a dead man who wasn’t dead at all. 

She was far enough away from him so that he didn’t see her, he didn’t notice this tired looking red haired woman, staring at him, in anguish and joy and fear and disbelief. 

It had been a year, the longest year of Rebecka’s life and her face and body wore the scars of it.  She no longer slept, not like she did before, and she was well under 100 lbs.  She had never big a big person but now she was simply skin and bones. 

Behind the dark circles and hollow cheeks, her green eyes and full lips were the only things that remained even remotely similar to what she had looked like before, with him.  Her golden hair was gone, now replaced by a short auburn style that bore no resemblance to who she had been, to who he had loved.

  And yet she was herself, or at least she was parts of herself, the parts of herself that she had been able to salvage after he had disappeared.

Disappeared.

Vanished.

Presumed dead though no body had ever been found.

But here he was.  Not dead.  Very much alive as he held the small little one in his arms.  Rebecka watched in despair as he talked to the child, as he made silly faces and the baby in his arms laughed and grabbed at his face.  She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks as she watched him, frozen in her spot.

Magnus.  Not dead, not a ghost, but here, right here in front of her, almost close enough for her to touch him.

Rebecka’s feet moved two steps closer to him, and she wiped away at her tears, carefully preserving the makeup she was wearing.  She wanted to reach out, she wanted to call out to him…but she was paralyzed.  She took another two steps, the people around her parting for her as she moved ever closer to him.

“Magnus…” she whispered.  He couldn’t hear her amidst all of the noise of the marketplace.  Two more steps.  “Magnus…”

He looked up from talking to the baby in his arms and his eyes met hers.  Rebecka smiled, her heart nearly completely mended in her chest at being held in his gaze after all this time, after all she had been through.  It was short lived however. He smiled tursly at her, polite, but no recognition in his eyes.  She stopped and swallowed hard.  He didn’t know her.  The smile evaporated from her face as he looked back down at the baby, and when a small dark haired woman approached him and put one hand on his back and one hand on the babies back, whatever was left of her heart was broken, irreparably.  

Magnus raised his eyes brows at the small woman and leaned down to kiss her cheek and Rebecka nearly fell backwards, stumbling into someone who barked out gruff words about watching what she was doing.  He released the baby into the arms of the other woman and then looked back up at Rebecka, who hadn’t stopped staring at him.  He furrowed his brow and moved toward Rebecka.

“Can I help you?” he asked as if she were a stranger.  The words wouldn’t come out, they wouldn’t leave her throat.  “Miss?  Are you…can I help you with something?” and all Rebecka could do was shake her head.  She tried to mumble  his name but no sound would come out of her mouth.

Another man bumped into her again and she was knocked to the side, further from him, as the crowd closed in and he was moving away from her, she was being moved away from him.  He turned back to the dark haired woman and Rebecka said his name, he heard her, but he didn’t turn around.  And then Rebecka was pushed away, and he was gone, swallowed up by the crowd of people in the busy market. 

He was a ghost, he must have been a ghost, or she was losing what was left of her mind.  He didn’t know her, but Magnus had promised to love her always, even after death…it couldn’t have been him. Couldn’t.

Rebecka turned and walked back to her car, driving home to her empty house, all the doors and windows closed and locked tight.  He was a ghost in the market place, but here in their home…she could still feel him, he was still here…he was still hers.

At the marketplace,Viktor turned to his co worker and friend, her sweet baby in her arms. 

“Thank you for holding her, I had to go check on that,” she said to him.

“Yeah, no, it’s no problem, she’s a good egg.  Hey, there was a woman just now…did you see her?  She was looking at me.  I…I think I should know who she is… but I…I can’t remember.”  He looked at his friend, the pain he always felt, sharper now.  There was an emptiness inside him and the doctors all said it would go away in time, even if the memories didn’t come back, but now standing in the market, crowds all around him, it was worse than ever before.  “Her eyes…she had green eyes…”and his voice trailed off. 

His friend hooked her arm in his and pulled him away.  She had seen him struggle like this before.  It hurt to see him trying to remember the old life that he couldn’t remember.

“Come on, Talia wants ice cream, ice cream always makes everything better,” she said as she pulled him away.

But he looked back.  Her eyes, they were like the eyes he saw in his dreams, only those eyes were surrounded by long golden hair and most beautiful wide smile he had ever seen.

 Her eyes.

So close to remembering…and yet so far.

“Ice cream, yes…ice cream…” he said as he turned away from the crowd and walked with his friend and her baby to get ice cream.

rogue347 whispered:
I'm sorry you're having a difficult time, I hope writing Lock and Key was somehow cathartic for you. I needed a good cleansing cry myself tonight. *hug*

Thank you Darling!  It’s just a hell weekend, but I made it through today, I got something written (Lock and Key) that wasn’t about Magnus and Rebecka (A MIRACLE!!!) Now I just have to make through tomorrow late afternoon and then I can relax!!!

Thank you for the hug, sending one right back at you.  I may have my cry tomorrow night when everything is done and I can stop worrying about it!!  I hope the rest of your weekend is better!

Lock and Key

She turned the key round and round in her fingers, end over end, looking at the shining metal, never used, never even tested.  It was never supposed to be used.  They said it was never going to be used, they said it was forever, but perhaps everyone says that.  Everyone thinks that this will be the one, the love they have been waiting for, the love they will fight for.  Everyone thinks that, when they start.  That’s what makes it so exciting, the beginning.  Anything and everything can happen.

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A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Victor Hugo (via post-traumatic-apathy)

(Source: maxkirin)

When He Misses Her

It was strange,  he didn’t even really know he did it.  It wasn’t until after an argument with Kurt that he was made aware of it.  

They were sitting at the conference table, going over details.  There had been yelling and storming off, but now things had calmed down.  They were ready to get back to work and get on with it having blown off some steam.

 It was what Wallander did.  Some days it was easier to take than others.  Today though, Magnus had snapped back.  It was a lot of pressure, and he missed her, though she had only been gone 2 days.

"And…w-why are you always- always doing that?" Kurt said, still annoyed, his staccato voice ringing out in the office.

 Magnus looked over at him innocently, no idea what he was talking about.  Magnus didn’t even need to say a word for Kurt to go on.

"The…the thing, that thing…you’re doing it right now…" Kurt raised his eyebrows at the younger detective.  The tension skyrocketed in the room, Anne-Britt looking at Magnus, nearly begging him to let it go.

Magnus’ hand moved away from his face, his mouth open, no words even in his own defense, he had no idea what Wallander was talking about.  He looked to Anne-Britt and then Nyberg, neither of them any help.

"I…wh…" Magnus stammered.  He couldn’t even defend himself against the exhausted, bitter man to his right.  He finally shrugged and his fingers went back to his lips, stroking lightly, gently ghosting over the slightly chapped skin.

"There!  That!  You touch…" and Wallander shook his head.  Anne-Britt touched Wallanders arm, the older man wheeling on her.

"Kurt, I think we’re done here.  Let’s all, we should go home," she looked at her watch and rolled her eyes.  "I was supposed to be home and hour ago."  She patted Kurt’s arm and the older man agreed, looking back at Martinsson, and shaking his head.  He wasn’t sure what it was about the younger man that sometimes set him off.  He would feel guilty about it later as he sat in his chair, his glass of wine empty at his side.

Magnus looked up and around, like a child, unsure of what had just happened but not wanting to question the decision to go home.  He could call her when he got home.  She had said she was staying in, having pizza with her parents and sister and nieces, maybe they could watch a movie together on skype, or just talk, or just look at each other…he didn’t care.

Everyone stood up and Wallander walked away, in desperate need of a shower and a meal, though he probably wouldn’t have either and Magnus looked at Hoglund.

"What did I…?"

"Nothing, nothing, you just, you touch your lips sometimes, you run your fingers over them and your jaw…and I guess Kurt… you know how he is," she said with a sympathetic smile.

"I-I do? I mean, I know how Kurt is but I…" Magnus said, his fingers moving to his lips without his knowledge that they were doing so.

Hoglund smiled and nodded, pointing to it happening again.

Magnus made a face and pulled his fingers away.  ”I guess..hmmmm…” he said, looking at his own rough fingers.

"How long is Rebecka gone?" Anne-Britt asked as they walked back to their offices to get things together to leave.

"Till tomorrow…she’ll be back…tomorrow, um, night." 

Anne-Britt looked at him and smiled a knowing smile that left Magnus even more perplexed.  ”Night Magnus, tell her I said hello, and hurry back, before you drive Kurt crazy.”

Magnus frowned at her and said, “It’s not my fault…” but she was gone.  Magnus grumbled to himself as he shut down his computer and straightened all of the files so that they would be ready for him in the morning.

When he got home he called her, smiling at seeing her pretty face, relaxed and content in her childhood bedroom.

"There you are," Magnus whispered, more to himself that to her.  Rebecka reached out to the computer screen and traced his lips with her fingertips, as if she could touch them; feel them like she did when she was with him.  As if she was touching them with her fingers in anticipation of kssing him.

Magnus reached up and touched his own lips, at that moment realizing both why he did it and why it made Wallander so angry.  It was how she touched him, and he had been away from her for two long days.  Two days of nothing but work and coffee and cold food…but he comforted himself the way she would comfort him if she were here.  It was a small thing, but it was theirs, it was hers.

Magnus let out a genuine chuckle and looked down, his sweet face lighting up with the realization.

"I miss you Bec.  You better hurry back; Wallander can’t take much more of it…"

Rebecka made a face.  ”Wallander?  Why does he care…” she was confused.

"A long story and I REALLY don’t want to talk about Wallander…" he looked up and into her eyes, smiling.

 She would be home tomorrow night.  

"Tell me about your day," he said as he snuggled back into the bed.

Over my Head | Bec

detektivmartinsson:

Rebecka hadn’t told him about work, about how she had been hit on the head from some files in the archives room, she didn’t think it would matter and when they were home and he was making dinner, truthfully it was out of her mind as well. But she supposed she should have told someone about it. 

She turned on the bed, feeling something underneath her and Rebecka blinked awake to be looking at a very detailed tattoo on the back of a muscular man. Her eyes widened and she moved away from him, inadvertently waking him up just a little bit.

"Mmm… coffee in a bit…"

Rebecka looked around, this wasn’t her apartment, she was at his, she ran a hand through her hair, trying to figure out what had happened last night. Did she have a one-night stand with this strange man that lay in bed beside her.

She started to grab at her clothes, fussing that she didn’t find hers and then decided to wear his boxers and his t-shirt. 

"I… I’m going to have a shower."

He shifted on the bed, not really waking up, his curls messing on the pillow as his arm moved to cover his eyes from the light that came in through the curtains. Rebecka stared at him a moment longer before she tiptoed past the bed and she rushed to the bathroom. She leaned against the door and she took a deep breath.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

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The point at which Halma proves she writes Bec better than me!!!!

Bloom

A/N-  So this is just a little snippet of the idea that detektivmartinsson and I had for a Restaurant AU.  I just had to write it down to get it out of my brain, so I thought I would share it with you all!!! I’m sure there will be more in the future.

Happy Sunday!

It was so tight.  Rebecka had never been so uncomfortable in all her life. She was glad she was happy with the shape of her body, it would have been so much worse if she wasn’t, but still, trying to move and work in this skirt and blouse was dangerous.  One stride too long and she may rip the skirt right up the side, one deep laugh and those buttons…well, they would fly off and may put an eye out. 

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Anonymous whispered:
If you don't mind my asking, what happened to "Grey Sky Morning"? I was really hooked by it. I followed the Georgia Acton account, but I see it is now locked. :(

Awww!  I’m so sorry about that.

 I loved the idea for the story, and the character, but she is really difficult to write.  It feels like I can’t get her balance right.  She is also a character who isn’t necessarily going to have a happy ending, and that is so much harder for me to deal with than I thought it would be.

 She isn’t necessarily going to get the guy, she isn’t necessarily going to learn to love herself, she isn’t necessarily going to be happy… in other words, like real life!  And she takes an awful lot out of me, trying to balance that hopelessness and not go too far in the other direction.

I heartily apologize for getting you interested and then having to stop.  My hope is I will work something out for that character.  She is always in the back of my mind.

Thank you for always reading and the lovely message.

sleeepingalone:

how am i not tired of reading about the same two people falling in love in 5000 different ways yet

How am I not tired of writing about the same two people falling in love in 5000 different ways yet…?

ladytron2000 whispered:
what would you do if AS & TH started dating IRL??!?? (i think i would pass out from anticipation.)

 I think they would look lovely together.  I must admit it would make me happy…  though if JL(her current bf) is her type, I’m not sure she would be interested in the goreous and lanky TH!!!!  But that is only my opinion, I prefer tall and gorgeous…

Waiting

A/N-  Okay, so this was aptly named.  So sorry for the wait, the words were in my head, they just refused to come out and go into the computer.  I wrestled them out tonight!!!

This is the final part!  Thank you all for reading.

Part 5

Magnus kissed her.

“Then it doesn’t have to end Bec, we won’t let it end,” he said reassuringly.  Rebecka sighed into him, his acceptance meaning more to her than anything.  Magnus was nothing if not patient with her and she was grateful.  “Come on, I made you your favorite,” he said patting her bottom. 

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detektivmartinsson:

I'm sorry darling, now you're stuck with me forever

Promise?
Amanda and David Lindahl request the honour of your presence at the marriage of their daughter
Rebecka Ingrid Lindahl 
to 
Magnus Viktor Martinsson

Food, dancing and eternity to follow.

{Rebecka} {Magnus