frederiks

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[ffrederiks]

The amount of guilt Jackson feels about Catherine every day. The amount of guilt he feels daily just by looking at her. The amount of guilt that eats him alive. And he could beg her for forgiveness, but he will never forgive himself.

[hyper-fics-sationn]

I’m slowly defrosting… new Jackson Lamb x Catherine Standish smut coming tonight… (or early hours of tomorrow morning depending on where you are 🤣) with some GORGEOUS illustrations from @ffrederiks 😍

I’ll tag all those who have asked to be tagged over the last few months — genuinely think I’ve been writing this one since December 💀 — but please let me know between now and then if you’d like to be added! And once again sorry it took so long… 😅

[super-nova5045]

and just when you think you’re at your absolute lowest a blonde motherfucker comes along and makes everything so much worse

[timrousbeastie]

[featherxquill]

Another one in the Slow Horses nail art series. Wear a print funky enough to get kidnapped in!

[ffrederiks]

happy pride month I guess 🌈

[catherinestandishstits]

saskia reeves I love you so much, but can you be easier to draw? thank you

[lunaryboggart]

'Breathe it in, scream it out

‎No one's coming to save us.'

Evanescence – Sanctuary

[lunaryboggart]

If Slow Horses were a gothic film.

Motionless In White – R.I.P. (Feat. Scylar Grey)

[verynonspecific]

The Petals | Chapter 10 ~ Cakes ~

Chapters: 10/10 (complete)

Fandom: Slow Horses (TV), Slough House - Mick Herron

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Jackson Lamb/Catherine Standish

Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Slow Burn, Character Study, Original Character(s), Grief/Mourning, Anxiety, Canon Temporary Character Death, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, no beta we die like min, Panic Attacks, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Slow Romance, Drama & Romance, Eventual Romance, AU that feels a bit too close to home

Words: 4,267

Summary: The Park has officially summoned them. Without question, the others know about it. Catherine has been swallowed by the Whiteness, and Jackson remains powerless. Will we have to watch The Petals being scattered on their graves, after all?

→ Read on AO3.

[lunaryboggart]

'‎You think you need it, you think you want love

‎You wouldn't want it if you knew what it was.'

Florence + The Machine – Moderation

[candlelitlawyerfoyer]

M.H-Slow Horses

The way I laughed out loud when I read this......omg 😂

Being baffled by Ho is the thing that binds them together.

[lilylogue]

Nobody's perfect — Chapter 2

Catherine’s aunt is visiting for two weeks and is determined to find her niece a decent partner. Who will it be...?

In this chapter, Catherine’s aunt launches her matchmaking campaign and catches the couple even more off guard.

Catherine found, rather alarmingly, that complaining about Jackson was satisfying, and once she started, she couldn’t seem to stop. “And he’s filthy. He smells like a rubbish tip from a mile away.” “Cathy,” said the aunt, “I’ve watched you clean this flat for an entire Sunday. You’re telling me you couldn’t wash two metres of man?”

Read on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86474811/chapters/229154741#workskin

[ffrederiks]

i love your art style, reminds me of the series of unfortunate events books <3

Thank you! 🥹

[lilylogue]

Looks like I’ve found a “work-life” balance with writing, really enjoying doing it out of hyperfixation, just describing beautiful pictures in my head for fun Here’s a multi-but not super long-chapter about Catherine and Jackson enjoying the silence in the dark Read on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/84892876/chapters/224074231

[danevasworld]

Here's a game for a bit of fun. I've written the beginning of a story, and I suggest we write it passage by passage. If you're up for it, write a follow-up passage to mine and then tag the next person to continue the story. We'll keep going until we get bored of it 🙌🏻😂

It was late on a Friday evening in a small flat in St John's Wood. Catherine had just finished her usual shower and was putting the final touches to her routine, applying cream to her legs and taking care of her nails. There was something mindless on the television, lavender-scented candles burning nearby, and a cup of herbal tea slowly cooling on the table.

Suddenly, Catherine heard a knock at the door and someone shouted:

"Standish!"

She froze for a second, but the voice continued.

"Standish, open the door. I know you're in there."

Catherine reluctantly got to her feet and headed for the door. The last thing she wanted to do right now was welcome the hulking figure producing that painfully familiar voice.

I love it!! Thanks for sending it to me @lilylogue. But she knew better than to expect him to do the sensible thing and let her be. Once something had taken hold of his mind, he would see it through, often to the detriment of everybody else involved.

She opened the door. He was leaning on the wall, as if this were commonplace. He looked rougher than usual. Smelled worse. It seemed the weeks without anybody to manage his moods had taken their toll.

"Leave."

"In a moment. Was passing by. Felt it my duty to make sure you hadn't fallen off the wagon."

"You've seen me. I haven't. Be on your way."

"Christ. It's worse. You've finally decided to embrace your lot."

He was looking past her, at the cat sleeping on a blanket on the couch.

"Not that's any of your business, but it's my neighbours. I'm pet-sitting for the weekend."

The cat seemed to have somehow understood he was the centre of the conversation. He opened an eye before jumping off the couch and walking to the door. Not to hiss at the intruder. No. The little traitor rubbed itself around Lamb's legs, marking him as his own.

@dallirious Do you want to try to find the plot 😂?

[dallirious]

Lamb crouched down. His hand pressed firmly to the back of the cat's head, then stroked down its back. The cat stretched beneath his touch, shaking its head once its tail flicked free. As Lamb looked up at Standish, he raised his eyebrows. A smirk on his lips. "What? Didn't expect me to enjoy stroking your-"

She inhaled sharply, her whole body tense.

"-neighbour's cat?" he sniffed as he stood up again, the cat nestled in his arms. Stepping into her flat properly he lingered close to her. "What's that smell?"

"Lavender candles. Or my tea, maybe. It doesn't matter, would you just-" she moved to take the cat off him.

He moved his arms away but leaned his head towards her. Sniffing, but this time it was less about clearing his nasal cavity. "Christ, it's you."

"Whatever you're going to say-"

"I like it."

She froze, frowning up at him. "Are you drunk?" she couldn't smell anything beyond cigarettes on him. But something was definitely wrong.

(@caffeinechic 🥺🙏)

[caffeinechic]

"You think I’d show up here drunk?"

"I think you’d manage to show up at your own funeral drunk, so coming here six sheets to the wind wouldn’t be a stretch of the imagination. "

Lamb continued to stroke the cat, who purred obscenely. The utter nerve. "I’m wounded at the accusation - your words hurt and I’m considering filing a complaint with HR about your abusive behaviour."

"Oh please do, I was hoping for an exit bonus and I think that might tip things in my favour."

He stepped closer. 

She refused to be cowed in her own home and met him head on, reached out to extricate the cat from his hold - her fingers pushed beneath his palms. He leaned forward again, another sniff, another step.

"Its you. Its always fucking you."

[aladio-milhomes]

A roar in the distance —from a feline clearly more advanced in evolutionary terms— loud enough to put the smaller cat on alert.

And the moment was gone.

The latter, driven by a sudden urge to break free and assert territorial dominance over the foster flat, urgently wriggled out of the harmless arms that rocked him and ran demandingly into the living room.

"Christ." Jackson drew his arm back with a wince. "Have you ever thought of flushing him down the toilet?"

"Again, is my neighbour's!" He had it coming, she thought. But wouldn't laugh and stoop to his level. She would allow herself a victory smile on the inside, however. "Come on, let me see."

They were nothing more than a few crimson spots caused by the fright. He would have licked them away if he could, no doubt. Just like his new furry admirer.

Jackson was in fact a bit like a cat, come to think of it. He could sleep anywhere, but always ready to run. His accuracy remained the same whether there was light or not. He’d eat anything off your plate the moment you took your eye off him.

Definitely a reflection for another time.

But at the thought of it, Catherine grabbed his wrist and led him back to where she'd been minutes before the intrusion, reaching down for one of the bottles.

"I happen to have a–"

He glanced around again. She was clearly trying to forge new routines with... anything apparently. Every bottle, jar or flask she posessed, laid out on the table in front of the couch.

He concluded she'd completely lost it and was sorting every single item from smallest to largest.

"None of your witch's brews!" He broke free from her grip, as if he genuinely was afraid of non-consensual poisoning. "Wasn't enough you stole a cat, you're casting spells as well?"

Catherine sighed at the memory of frustration. In the first weeks she had indeed struggled without the benefits of her routine's methodical precision. But now– now she was filled with the satisfaction of not having to put up with his nonsense day in, day out.

"It's povidone, Jackson." She pointed to the label. Something was definitely up.

[ @eliaca quieres continuar el cadáver exquisito? ]

[lilylogue]

That's great!!! Jackson being compared to a cat is just 🤌🏻

[lilylogue]

Catherine’s aunt is visiting for two weeks and is determined to find her niece a decent partner. Who will it be...?

That’s a pure matchmaking romcom made merely for fun and to play with some headcanons I have about Catherine. Nothing dramatic, just some situational comedy. Hope you’ll enjoy it ❤️

Read on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86474811/chapters/228792626

[ffrederiks]

"I don't smoke, except for when I'm missing you, to remember your mouth, how it tasted true"

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