He tasted like fresh cooked fish and beer and strangely, to Rebecka, it was wonderful.
She took a very quick shower, only a few minutes not washing her hair. When she came out she was dressed in sleeping clothes and she had her shoes back on. Magnus wasn’t out yet and she walked around the cabin, looking at the furniture, little that there was.
She threw her towel over her shoulder and plopped down onto the edge of the bed. “Not bad…” she said as she bounced on the nice firm mattress.
She should have pulled away, let the kiss be just a kiss…but she didn’t.
Her lips moved on his, her tongue moving to caress his, her fingertips all the while on his strong jaw as he held her in the warmth inside the tent.
Magnus moved his hand on her jaw, holding her softly against his face. He had expected her to pull away, to move away from him but she kept on kissing him, making him breath in deeply as they kissed.
His fingers tangled in her hair and he nuzzled her nose with his own.
"Is this how you usually ‘nap’?" he asked her with a smile on his face, and he leaned forward again and pressed his lips against hers, closing his eyes and pulling at her lips with his teeth.
Magnus had finished packing the food, packing enough of the lunch in case they didn’t catch anything for dinner and they would just eat leftovers.
Rebecka told him that she had left one more bag upstairs when he ran into Ansgar and he stopped when he heard his words, when he saw him chuckle and Magnus opened his mouth to argue, but his brother gave him a knowing look.
Better to be prepared than to not be.
It is about Magnus Martinsson and Rebecka Lindahl, who first find themselves entangled in a journalist scandal, that sees Magnus exposed, and then see their lives threatened. This leads to them having to hide in a little house at a lake, that Magnus has exactly for those times. Rebecka has to trust Magnus and he has to protect the woman, who is somehow responsible for the mess, they find themselves in.
I really love the world-building in the stories. It is more about the characters and how they see the world and how they feel about the things happening around them than just action. I just want to curl up on my couch with a cup of tea and follow whatever they do. (Maybe while eating a cinnamon bun, though I don’t even like cinnamon. ;))
The stories the both of them write are really outstanding and you’ll always find something, whether you just want to read a short one-shot (I highly recommend their two-part drabbles) or novel length RP’s.
You can find many of their stories at neverthesamelove. There aren’t only stories between Magnus Martinsson and Rebecka Lindahl, but also with other OC’s (I love the Maria-stories) and completely different stories by iamstillnotsorry. (e.g. Tom ones.) Just check out the masterlist.
It’s sadly impossible to keep track of all of their writings, but whenever I’m feeling down I’ll find something sweet there to cheer me up. Thank you to both of you!
Wow, I didn’t expect for this to come up on my dashboard. Um… as for the keeping track of the writings, at the moment we’re both trying to collate the stories between Rebecka and Magnus and they’re at this compilations page (as well as other oc’s so feel free to go have a look.
Seriously, thank you for this. To hear that you enjoy the stories enough to write something about it makes me beyond happy. I get to write almost everyday with my favorite person (Halma) and the icing on the cake is that lovely people like you read them and invest in their world…
Thank you my friend, thank you.
I’m on my phone, and @tangledreverie who tumblr is not going to allow me to tag) would like fan fiction author recommendations.
Aw, thank you darling coy00koi…
But of course I’d have to recommend the following too:
@tangledreverie, it’s still not letting me tag you, but I’m following you now, so if you somehow can see this post, there are some good writers mentioned here (and I’m honored to be included among them squeeeee!).
here’s some of my all time go-to list:
thank you for the recommendation :)i miss you, shane! you were one of the 1st blogs i discovered & followed. i hope you’re doing well, honey. xo
Thank you so much…I am feeling soooo much love this morning!!! I better get on adding more stories huh?! Thank you so much for reading! ♥
Rebecka smiled a nervous smile up at his mother, now that she was alone in the room with her. She thought about thanking her again for letting her stay, he thought about telling her what a good cook Magnus was, but that would be stupid. Of course his mother knew Magnus was a brilliant cook.
A/N-Here is a little two part drabble. You know what to do.
Magnus felt the air grow chill on his body as he woke. The light was still dim, it wasn’t yet sunrise. He inhaled a deep breath and opened his eyes, seeing Rebecka sitting up in the bed next to him, though further down toward the end of the bed and she had all the covers wrapped around her, leaving him naked and freezing cold.
He could see her bare back and he could see that her legs were pulled up in front of her. She was looking out the wall of glass directly in front of them, at the dark wide open sea that spread out before them.
They had only been asleep for a few hours, and usually Rebecka was asleep until long after the sun came up.
Magnus blinked and reached out for her smooth back.
She had woken up only a small while ago, she had watched Magnus but then she had become distracted by the look of the sea before them. It was calm but she knew that at a moments notice it could turn harsh and cold and dangerous. She turned to Magnus as she felt him waking up and she sighed at the water.
It was sort of like them.
It reminded her of him, of his work, what he did. They could be at home, doing the most normal thing in the world, and then his phone would ring and he’d be rushing away from her. And she’d watch him go, she’d let him go and she’d be fine for a moment, she’d be fine for a while, but when he didn’t come back after ten minutes, when it was nearly an hour, she’d sit and look at the door and wonder if her last memory of him would be his back as he rushed to the door.
'Bec?' Magnus asked as he touched her back, and she shifted on the bed and wiped the tears that had fallen down her face.
He was kissing her neck, holding her back and she was reaching up and scratching his scalp, his hair through her fingers and she closed her eyes and tried to keep this memory.
She wanted to keep it forever.
Just her and him and the sea, calm and beautiful. No work, no fears, nobody telling them to rush out or that they had work to do.
'Magnus?' she said quietly, and he murmured against her, 'Magnus… will you dance with me?'
He paused, just a moment and he was taking her hand and pulling her up and she was smiling at the fact that he was naked and cold and she wrapped her bed sheets around his waist. He held them up as he held her, close to his chest, their bodies naked under the white fabric, she rested her head against his chest, and his fingers tangled in her hair as he hummed a tune for them to dance to.
This was perfect.
This was what she would remember, instead of his back rushing out of the door, she would remember his skin and his smell and his strength and his warmth.
“He’s bringing me over my things in the morning. They are all sleeping now and he says they will be fine… I’m sleeping on the sofa Magnus, please don’t fight with me. I can’t put anyone out of their bed or their room. Please…” she begged as she came forward to him and took his hand in hers.
He smiled as he took his hands in hers.
You know what I wish for….more Magnus fanfics…because he is a cop, just imagine all the great possibilities for stories…especially angsty ones and I do love angsty stories…
We all need some more Magnus fics. :)
detektivmartinsson is my favorite… go and read, ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!
"Miss Ren has had a bit of a fall so I might go over to see her," she said, and she seemed to be hesitant to leave Magnus and Rebecka alone, she knew, of course that her boys were… well, they were growing up to be men and she’d be stupid to think they weren’t doing things that men and women did, but she was more hesitant about Rebecka.
"It’s alright mum," Magnus said as he put Rebecka down, "We were going to order pizzas and watch movies, has Sgar come back yet?"
"Not yet," she said as she took out some money and handed it to Magnus, "Order an extra one for him will you? I’ll be home as soon as I can."
Magnus smiled and waved his mother goodbye and he looked over at Rebecka.
"So… what’s your favourite pizza topping?"
Your story with young Magnus and Rebeca is so cute. Can't wait for the next chapter. :)
Awwww! Thank you! It was so much fun to write! And writing with detektivmartinsson is the best!
More to come. Thank you for reading!
Rebecka looked at the truck leaving and she smiled. “Heeeeyyyyy, I thought you two were having to stay home today. Why does he get to go out and you…” and then she realized. Magnus was not home either, he was here, with her. He had gone against his mother’s wishes as well.
Magnus got too many bruises with Rebecka. It wasn’t her fault really, it was his fault, he had taught her how to punch, how to fight, how to kick and how to use those instinct reactions to her best use. But he was the one that saw most of it.
She’d be lying on the bed, her arms around his neck as she pulled his body down onto hers. He’d be kissing her mouth, her neck, her chest when suddenly-
Magnus would be on the ground, his back in pain as she pushed him off and sat up quickly, in time for her father to step into the room and check that his daughter was alright.
'Where's Magnus?' her father asked, the older man looking around the room and not seeing Magnus hiding his pain behind the bed.
'He went to get something.'
'Alright, well we'll be going out soon.'
'Okay papa.' Rebecka said and she waited until her father was out of the room before she scooted over to where Magnus was and she pulled him onto the bed, running her fingers and hands over his face and then around his waist and up-and-down his back.
'Sorry,' she'd mumble.
'I think I taught you too well,' Magnus told her and Rebecka just smiled and leaned in and kissed him, her arms still wrapped around him as she did.
'Are you coming to lunch?'
He smiled and shook his head, ‘No, I’ve got an assignment due that I should be working on but I seem getting distracted with.’
She felt genuinely bad about it. It was almost like they had the worst possible timing. But it wasn’t really that. They were just always kissing. Always. Rebecka could not resist the way his mouth moved when he spoke, she could not resist his smile at seeing her or his concentration when she was helping him with something. She could not resist him.
It happened more than once that Magnus was thrown off a bed or stuck behind a door and once, the poor beautiful boy was pushed out her window…he had taught her well and they had never been caught doing anything… but studying.
But on that day, of all days, she was sorry she had pushed him off the bed. She knew it was going to be a long day, a long night and they would have no time to…study…and she knew that Marcus would be coming to lunch…and she wanted Magnus there.
She pulled him back on top of her, she loved to feel his weight on top of her, and she kissed him.
“I’m not distracting…I’m…helpful…” and her soft lips met his, “I’m…I’m…”
“You’re trouble,” Magnus said with a smile, his hands snaking around her waist and up her back, her whole weight on his hand. “Mmmmmmm…” and he kissed her again.
“I could help you with your assignment…if you will only come to lunch…” she said as she went very still, her eyes closed, her nose nestled right close to his, their breath mingling.
He held completely still, his breath ragged with desire for her. He wondered if he could wing the assignment, if he could write it up 10 minutes before class instead of having breakfast, so that he could send every last moment with her. His mother would be furious if she knew this girl was distracting him, and a girl like this, a girl whose family had money and influence…she would tell him he had no business wasting his time on her. She wasn’t the type of girl for him…but the problem was Magnus didn’t care.
The way Rebecka Lindahl looked at him, like he was the most important person in the world, like he was handsome and smart, like he brought out the best in her, like she always wanted to be near him…it was intoxicating.
Fuck the assignment.
“Will you help me with it for real? Not just use it as another excuse to get me over here and then…kiss me like this?” he asked her, his breath shaky, his hand splayed out on her back.
“Magnus Viktor Martinsson!” Rebecka exclaimed as she pulled away from him, looking directly in his eyes, startling him. “How could you? You think I would do that? I am your tutor,” she said in a mock indignant voice, but she was very convincing.
Poor Magnus went into panic mode. He was worried she actually thought she would let him fail, when in truth Magnus would blame no one but himself. He would never really blame her.
“I…Bec…I…” he said as his face blushed a deep pink.
Rebecka softened immediately. She stopped him talking with a kiss, a long soft kiss, and her fingertip on his jaw.
“I’m playing with you Swedish boy…I will always help you, anytime…anywhere. We can meet at the library if you like,” and she kissed him again, “or here…just please, come for lunch.”
Rebecka kissed him as he relaxed, as he melted into her.
“You shouldn’t…tease me…I know I’m an easy target…” Magnus moved to pull away from her, feeling embarrassed. But Rebecka wouldn’t let him go.
She swung her leg around his hip and she held tight to him. “Magnus, no, please…” she pleaded. He wasn’t trying to make her beg, and he would never admit that he liked but… “please, Magnus, please..I… need you. I’ll help you with your assign-“ She stopped short, throwing Magnus off her with surprising strength for a second time in a half an hour.
Magnus landed on the floor with an “Umph!” his arms still warm from holding Rebecka in them. She sat up like a shot, a perfect lounging position, as if she hadn’t just been kissing a boy, promising him anything to get him to come to lunch with her family.
“Yes Papa?” she said as her father opened her bedroom door.
“We’re going out for a bit, we need to get some things for lunch, Herr Eriksson said his son will only eat fish…so I guess we are having fish…” her father said to her, annoyed.
Rebecka made a face. It was no secret that the Eriksson boy liked her, and it was equally no secret that Rebecka Lindahl did not like Marcus Eriksson.
“I know he’s not your favorite little one, but Magnus will be there, yes? And I suspect Magnus is your favorite…” he raised his eyebrows at her. Rebecka remained silent and if Magnus could have seen her he would have seen the bright pink her cheeks burned in confirmation of his accusation.
“Papa…” she said quietly. He raised his hand to her and left the room and Rebecka rolled over to see Magnus lying on the floor on the side of the bed. Her cheeks were still pink as she looked at him, his blue eyes looking up at her.
A month ago his English wouldn’t have been good enough to catch all of that, he may have even have missed enough to make Rebecka feel comfortable, but not anymore. Rebecka was a very good tutor, and she had taught him well. He was smiling up at her, despite the bruises he would have on his back and side from being tossed from the bed.
“Marcus will be there?”
Rebecka nodded to him.
“And I’m your favorite?”
She nodded again, her eyes looking down at him as she was still on top of the bed and he was on the floor below it. She swallowed hard, and spoke, her voice small.
“Please Magnus. Please…”
He reached up and pulled her down on top of him so that she was straddling him, her full weight on him. He felt the bruise on his back ache, but he didn’t care.
“And you’ll help me with my assignment?”
She nodded, her green eyes pleading. Her hands moved to his hair and she leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips. She moaned into him as his hand moved up under her shirt and found her skin. It was only a few moments and she was moving to get off him.
“We can do it right now, you brought your books and I have all of the notes. We can start right-“
But he stopped her from getting off him. He wasn’t ready for her to stop kissing him, for his hands to stop touching her.
They were silent as they listened to her parents and Stina get into the car, the sound of three car doors closing and the car driving away. He looked back up behind him at the window of her room and then back at his tutor.
He was her favorite, and he glowed in that knowledge.
“In a minute…” he whispered. “Just… give me a…minute.”
Magnus moved her hair with one hand as it hung down around him like a veil and with the other open hand he pressed her body down onto him, a groan of pleasure escaping him as he moth covered hers and he was kissing her again.
He would come to lunch. He would sit next to Rebecka and keep that dickhead Marcus away from her, or he would have more bruises trying.
She chose him, Magnus Martinsson, over the spoiled rich ass Eriksson, and he would fight for her. He would fight anyone who tried to take her away.
Magnus had half a mind to get up and go to the Lindahl’s house, to finish the work he had set out to do, but he was in a bit of pain still, he didn’t look a sight either, black eye and a swollen lip. Ansgar had a jaw the size of a fist and they both looked at each other and smiled, comical to one another as their faces were so similar and yet so different now.
"What the shit!" Ansgar bellowed, sputtering and spitting out crappy diet soda. He sat up and then stood, his hair, his shirt, his shorts dripping wet. "The fuck you do that for, Mags?"
When Magnus stepped forward, bringing himself nose to nose with Ansgar, threatening him with his body, Ansgar spoke quietly, dangerously. “What, man… you wanna go? Wanna have at me now?” He spread his arms in masculine invitation. “Fine. Right here. Right now, let’s go. But you know what?”