Revelation in the Light of Day

Aaand the last of the chapters I have. From now on, this AU is on a kind of hiatus because even though I know where I'm going with it (more or less), I can't seem to get down to writing; not with the six or so things I have started.
Word count: ~2400
previous chapter: [x]
(Yes, title ripped from Florence+the Machine because I love them to bits, especially after the concert they gave last Saturday that I had the gargantuan luck of seeing.♥)

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   Morning comes all too early, sharp rays of sun cutting through the cool air of the flat. Magnus blinks, slowly straightening his aching neck, vertebrae popping into place and stiff muscles stretching painfully. He shivers, feeling cold in his sleepwear – a wife beater and shorts – save for the place where Chris’ head rests in his lap. His hand is still twined in the blonde hair, dirty and tangled around his fingers.

   An annoyed huff makes him snap his head up to Margaret standing there in front of them with arms crossed and an expression of worry mixed with exasperation on her tired face. Magnus’ heart jumps.

Taste of Iron

Continuation of The Coffee was Almond Flavoured. Here comes the dark stuff. And the spn!AU I promised. whoever doesn't like their characters bleeding and in pain every now and then is obvs too good a person to be a writer right? right
word count: ~2,100

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   Over the past few months, Magnus has grown used to Chris’ more-or-less regular disappearances. Although he insists, the blonde refuses to find a proper work, claiming to be content to survive on whatever he gains from the odd jobs he does around the city. It’s not that Magnus can’t afford supporting both of them, but bored Chris grows restless, and restless Chris is quite a bother, moping around and trying to find anything to do until Magnus kicks him out of the apartment to fiddle with his ancient bus (‘Honestly Chris, this thing rides on good will and my prayers, get yourself a proper car.’).

   What these odd jobs involve, no one knows, but sometimes Chris comes back bruised or otherwise injured, with clothes dirty and/or torn, which puts a bit of a weight on the girls’ water bill as they picked up the custom of washing his working clothes immediately after he returns home. His trips usually don’t take more than four days, depending on how far he goes and what he is asked to do. Never, however, has he been gone for nearly two weeks in a row without letting them know what takes him so long, or making no contact at all. In such turn of events, Friday afternoon sees Blair and Margaret setting off to find the wayward oaf. If it weren’t for the urgent investigation Magnus is involved in, he would go with them. In the end, he is left with the keys to their apartment and a promise that they will come back by Sunday evening with either Chris or word of him.

The Coffee was Almond Flavoured

To nie jest żadne sensowne AU, bo wplotłam dwie OC (które są bezwstydnym wklejaniem siebie w akcję, marysuizm poziom 150), postać z serialu i prawdziwą osobę w świat zapożyczony z jeszcze innego serialu. Tak więc mamy Wallanderowego Magnusa Martinssona, Chrisa Hemswortha w (niewyjawionym jeszcze) świecie z Supernatural.
  Napisałam ten tekst jakieś półtora roku temu, bo tak mnie naszło. Mniej więcej w tym samym czasie moja anglistka powiedziała nam o konkursie Day by Day szkoły językowej Glossa, polegającym na napisaniu fragmentu z pamiętnika po angielsku, więc stwierdziłam - nada się; powykrawałam najbardziej slashowe kawałki (głównie dlatego, że organizator narzucił limit długości 9000 znaków, który zdrowo przekroczyłam w oryginalnej wersji - chętnie bym zostawiła większe elementy homoromansu), zmieniłam kilka imion i wysłałam. Konsekwencją była pierwsza nagroda, co tylko dowodzi, że albo w konkursie uczestniczyli sami grafomani, albo jury miało kiepski gust.