#hiddeninflame

[tooxldtorememxer]

( @hiddeninflame​ )

Oli looked at the picture he had received while he had been working to repair a tiny clasp of a neckless. He’d come to expect the texts now so he already knew who it was before he even opened the messege. At first, he had laughed out loud enough that his sister had come to see what she’d missed, but he hadn't shown her, just told her not to worry about it and then he had inspected the abomination of a picture. Honestly, it was more than he’d expected that he would get after suggesting that he’d been doing all the work so far and he still hadn’t seen who he was talking to.

‘Wow. wow wow wow. I have never seen so much effort go into a picture to look like there was no effort used. Is that your good side? 

[goldcnlicn]

( @hiddeninflame​ My hand slipped and the cat walked across the keyboard. )

There were only two things that would pull Jaime out of work and the reason he was in his car, driving 30 minutes in mild traffic to a hospital was none of them. He’d gotten a phone call he’d never ever in his life would have expected to get because one, they hadn’t seen each other for years and two, they weren’t exactly a part of each other’s lives anymore. After he’d walked out on James after their stupid argument he’d thought he’d changed his emergency contact to someone else. Like Silver or one of his family members or some of his own friends, but no, he hadn’t. When he arrived to the hospital he stayed in his car, not sure what he was actually doing there and telling himself that it was fine, it had been years and he was more than ready for this.

In the lobby, he had to ask the reception for directions to Lieutenant McGraw’s whereabouts and when he had the room number he suddenly had a staredown with someone he didn’t recognize. But the moment he opened his mouth when Jaime was about to ask if he could help him with something he knew that this, this must be James partner and when he told them he was sorry there had almost been an alteration. Just because Jaime wore a suit these days didn’t mean he couldn’t fight. But, lucky for Jaime, there had been other Marines there to stop him and Jaime could slink off to the elevators.

Why was he here? what was he doing? the questions kept rolling through his mind as he walked down the corridor and stopped outside the room number he’d written down on a slip of paper. With a deep breath, he knocked and stepped inside. When he saw the man he had once obsessed over for years he hadn’t expected that he would feel nothing. What he’d worried about was that everything he’d felt back then, including the anger and betrayal he’d felt when he walked out, would come rushing back at full force. But he felt nothing, maybe a bit of pity and confusion, but nothing more. “James.” he greeted, his tone light as he stepped inside and stopped at the foot of the bed. They had both grown up, it was clear. Gone were the years of youth and innocence and now life had left its mark on both of them. Jaime kept his hair short these days, he’d grown a beard that was neatly trimmed and both the beard and his hair had started to show traces of grey and age, dressed in a proper and expensive three-piece suit because he’d had a lunch meeting before he came and needed to look his best and most intimidating. Tyrion’s orders. “I’m still your emergency contact. They called me here.” he didn’t know what else to say. “How are you?”

[thomashxmilton]

pirate AU with @hiddeninflame

Were you to tell Thomas five years ago that’d he’d be a pirate he would’ve laughed at you. Let alone a captain of a ship. But here he was on the deck of the Odyssey, having set sail from Port Royal he was on his way to Nassau. There was allegedly a pirate by the name of Flint working towards a free Nassau from England’s control. While his years in London seemed like some sort of fever dream now, Thomas still wanted to work towards his goal. Watching the horizon, he could feel the sea air hitting his neck, cooling his sweat kissed skin. Wouldn’t James laugh at this sight.

He was being moved from Bedlam to the Americas when the boat he was traveling on was seized by pirates. When the boat had fallen and the pirates recruited, Thomas had said yes. Learning all he could, between his smarts and his education, he found himself in a seat of power he hadn’t had in some time. 

“CAPTAIN!” A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Sails!”

[ophelia-hendrix]

starter for @hiddeninflame 

Sitting in the back with her friends, only one of them seemed to pay attention to the lecture while the rest were wondering when they could go. One of her friends had been obsessed with pirates since they watched those pirate films a long time ago. When she saw that someone was having a free lecture about the Age of Sail at the British Museum she decided she wanted to attend, and managed to convince the others to come with her. The only way she succeeded was because they were promised a visit to a pub later. 

Ophelia felt bad for the man who was giving the lecture, and tried not to look as bored as she was. Had this been something she had chosen herself then it might be more interesting. At least she had managed to not take her phone out, she could only imagine how frustrating that was to watch half the crowd on their phone instead of paying attention. Part of it was her friend convincing her to go, and part of it was cause the man’s name matched with the book she had bought for her brothers birthday. Having brought it, perhaps she could convince the lecturer to sign it for her brother if it was the same man of course. 

[illbringthechaosmagic]

Plotted lil starter for @hiddeninflame

Missions were never easy. Whether it be simply surveillance or a full on fight, there was always a toll taken on the body. The last mission hadn’t been too physically intense for Wanda, but she had come away with a few bruises and scrapes along with the mental exhaustion of using her powers for too long.

Of course there was one person she missed most of all when she was away. James and her had grown close in a short few months and she always hated being away from him. He had had his own mission to deal with and so she had waited until she had returned to base before she even considered messaging him, not wanting to be a distraction.

She’d only just managed to collapse into her bed when she had grabbed her phone, scrolling until she found his number and sent off a quick text before putting her phone down.

[text: James] are you home yet? I could really do with seeing you. Meet me at the base?

[xxxlovedandlostxxx]

xxxlovedandlostxxx asked: “Pleasure should be shared equally.”

hiddeninflame answered:

'Pleasure is a luxury some of us don't have time for.'

@hiddeninflame​

“It doesn’t look like you’re doing anything right now,” Anthony countered as he proceeded to open the ornately wrapped gift he’d received from home. Embossed silk paper, velvet ribbons... and inside the box were candied fruits that smelled of spice. He  unwrapped one, taking his time with the delicately wrapped  treat before placing one of the candies in his mouth. It was the consistency of jelly, and melted over his tongue, making his mouth water.  He hummed low, and his green eyes peered at Flint as he passed the open box to him.

[alexis-venkman]

Alexis & James

Wednesday, 11:47 PM shone on Alexis's phone. She sighed heavily before tossing the covers off her body, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, and sliding her slippers on. The angry yelling from her neighbors upstairs had become an almost nightly routine. So much so, the young woman could almost tell what time it was by how loud the man shouted, how it slowly progressed to becoming more heated, then would dwindle once again. And from the sounds of it, the argument was just about over.

Flicking the light on in her kitchen, she got herself a glass of water and sat at her kitchen table, patiently waiting for their little "lover's quarrel" to end. Just as she was about to take another sip, the door to the upstairs apartment slammed shut and caused Alexis to jump slightly. That was new. Then the unmistakable sounds of a man crying as he hurriedly fled through the apartment complex's halls soon followed.

Sneaking over to her door, the young woman peeked through her peephole just in time to see said man carrying two suitcases as he headed towards the elevators. 'Damn...' she thought to herself. It looked like her nights of no longer sleeping had been solved, yet she wasn't entirely happy about it.

The following day, Alexis had seen her neighbor, James, as they both headed to their cars for work. The two had only ever exchanged hellos once or twice; however, Alexis knew a little bit about the older man through his boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend now. He wasn't too friendly nor did he come off as a complete asshole; other than his temper, of course. But Alexis had a feeling that was easily explained.

So, as a friendly gesture, later that day, she purposely made a little too much for her and her boyfriend - a man she had recently met at a lecture on forensic psychology. Before James arrived home, the young woman placed some food in a dish then covered it with a lid, leaving it at his doorstep. They may not have been friendly, but it was in her nature to help others, especially in her field of work. Plus, he would need something in his stomach to absorb all the alcohol he would likely consume.

@hiddeninflame

[shireentheunburnt]

Munday questions, 38!

what’s the best inspiration for your muse?

It depends on the mood of the interaction, but I find music to be a big inspiration for Shireen regardless, whether the thread is angsty or happy. I’ve been listening to Heaven’s Basement a lot recently, and it’s been feeding into my muse for where I want to take Shireen as she goes. I also have a wonderful Discord friend whom listens to my ideas (my gushing rambling) and helps me develop her :-). I started writing Shireen with her first and she’s been brilliant and supportive. 

@hiddeninflame @fierceawakening