@olafurneal replied to your post “Please scream about one of your WIPs or an idea you haven’t started...”
LIKE SUPERNATURAL IN A JANE EYRE KIND OF A WAY?!?!?!?!?!?! ALSO NANNY!AU PLEASE DEAR LORRRDDDDDT!!!!! UMMMMMMMMMMMM ADELAIDE GIMMMMMEEEEEE *GRABBY HANDS*
I hadn’t thought about it that way re: Jane Eyre but that is actually a really good comparison? Dark and big R Romantic and sort of spooky. I’m not sure that people want to read that? But then again, if I finish TBR in the next two weeks the new long fic would likely take us to October so that might work? For festive reasons?
Yessssss I’m excited about the nanny AU but like I said I’m tired of writing kids (and have given myself the extra challenge of writing kids in my current Spooks fic) so that won’t be next but it’s in the pipeline.
I might do a short Adelaide one? A lot of people have tackled it but there’s so much room for interpretation.
i just wanna say if you HAVEN’T already read @andallthatspookymishigas rainbow life (which tbh is a phenomenal take on the color soulmate au and is one of my faves!)
Lucien Blake’s world had been shades of grey for as long as he could remember. His mother had promised him that once he found his soul mate, their skin would press together, and his world would explode into color. She made it sound so magical that young Lucien had run around the school yard, hands outstretched, chasing after every girl, ready to see the colors his mother had promised.
But here he was, 46 years old and not a splash of color in sight. It was time to face a truth he had put off from facing: he wasn’t destined for anybody. There was no perfect half, no person who would complete him, nobody. He was too fucked up for anyone to love, why would he be deserving of a soulmate?
So he gave up. He was careful to conceal his skin–covered himself in three-piece suits and gloves. No one would touch him again. It was better than constant disappointment.
And then his father died and his world of grey sharpened and the hues of black darkened further, leaving him alone in his childhood home with a housekeeper he didn’t know.
But his father’s housekeeper–Jean Beazley–was a saint. She had cleaned up after him on more than one occasion when alcohol seemed to be his only companion and he’d spilled more than one drink down himself.
It was strange, living with a woman he didn’t really know. But her constant presence in his home–steady and assuring–soothed an ache in his heart that he didn’t know was there. She filled the silence of the house when he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Jean spoke of her life before the Blake household, including a husband and children (he couldn’t bear to ask if her colors were as bright as his mother described).
She walked into the parlor and sung along with his piano playing. She served him extra mashed potatoes and gravy because she knew it was his favorite. She kept him organized and focused while he began seeing patients again. She smiled at him and pursed her lips and rolled her eyes and she was just….everything.
He was falling in love with her. Maybe it was time to take one more chance. One night, with a deep breath and shaking hands, he took his gloves off for the first time in twelve months. Jean came into the parlor, holding a drink in each hand for them, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of Lucien’s bare hands.
“Lucien?” she questioned softly. She placed the drinks down on the coffee table and sat next to him, waiting for an explanation.
Lucien licked his lips, wringing his hands in front of him. “Jean, I’ve been scared for a long time. But I want to leave my past in the past and follow my heart going forward into the future and I think my heart is leading me to you,” he finished shyly.
Jean’s heart leapt into her throat. “Oh, Lucien…”
Lucien’s bare hand hovered over Jean’s, slightly shaking. He looked up at her, “Jean, even if nothing happens, I want you. I don’t care if I never see a color in my life. I only want to ever see you.”
Jean’s eyes filled with tears and she bit her lip. “Lucien, I-I need to tell you that I already found my soulmate. My husband–Christopher–when we married we both saw color. I was able to see color while he was alive.” She let the tears fall, sniffling. “I haven’t heard of someone having two soulmates, but I want to see color with you, Lucien, I do! I feel the same way. But I don’t want to be another disappointment for you.”
She looked up at him, tearfully. Lucien nodded, smiling at her. “Then it doesn’t matter one way or the other.”
Lucien’s hand covered hers and he surged forward, slanting his mouth over hers and his eyes slamming shut. He concentrated on the feel of her hand on his neck, her tongue sweeping over his lips, the soft moans she emitted, the feel of warmth spreading from his chest down to his fingertips as something settled in his chest and something just felt right.
As the kiss ended, he kept his eyes closed, leaning his forehead against hers. He was terrified to shatter the dream, to open his eyes and be disappointed again.
And then he heard it, Jean’s soft gasp, “Oh, Lucien! Lucien, love, open your eyes.” Her fingers traced the curve of his eyebrow and her lips pressed a kiss to each eyelid. “Trust me.”
With a deep breath, he opened his eyes and his heart stopped.
Color.
Beautiful, stunning, breathtaking color. He cupped her face in his hands, gasping out, “Let me look at you.” He saw her eyes for the first time: steely blue and sparkling and beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her lips painted deep red.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, fingers ghosting over her face. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Jean laughed through her tears, hands threading through his hair. “You have salt ‘n pepper hair! And your eyes.” Jean threw herself at him, holding him close. Lucien clutched at her, shaking slightly and overwhelmed with the influx of color in his world.
Every color popped with a vividness he couldn’t have described and he sent up a silent prayer to his mother, telling her that it was everything she described and hoping she was witnessing this moment.
Jean had given him everything and he would spend the rest of his life by his soulmate’s side, determined to give her just as much. Pressing his mouth to every inch of skin he could reach–her neck and cheeks and lips and ears and hands–he promised to burn the gloves he had worn for so long.
Once you get this you're invited to say five things you like about yourself, then send this to ten of your favorite followers. (Or you could just stare at this message for a minute and reflect on what a cool person you are)
1. I’m good at being patient with kids, mine and other people’s.
2. I laugh easily, and find the humor in situations.
3. I’m logical but also sympathetic to people’s feelings and situations.
4. I’m an introvert but I genuinely like people, so I’m pretty outgoing.
Yeah no I regret the google search because CM without the beard is just no…
But WE NEED A SHIRTLESS SCENE! I do not care if it’s not in character for a broken “old” man to be ripped but I need it for science reasons…
And if it helps CM feel better we could say Lucien started getting in shape for his lady.
I like that idea... After all, she’s in prime shape from all that cleaning and walking to and back from town for shopping. He’ll need to get in shape to keep up, if you know what I mean and I think you do.
I will point out that he does have a beard here, but the level of WRONG still remains strong.
(I will post this until there’s not a single person on tumblr who hasn’t been traumatized by it.)
Hey! Do you know what happened to Olafurneal, did she deactivate her own account or was she caught up in the purge? :'(
Hi! I actually do know the answer to this: she deactivated her own account. For various reasons she felt the need to take a break from tumblr. She told me it was okay to pass along that you can still find her on instagram (@olafurneal) and FF.net (Olafur Neal) if you want to get in touch with her. :)
Average Hours of Sleep: I have a weird schedule + insomnia. So it ranges anywhere from 4-9 hours. If I could get 8hrs every night, that would be awesome.
Cat or Dog Person: Cat. I tolerate dogs, but they’re a little needy and high-maintenance for my tastes.
Favorite Fictional Characters: (in no particular order) Adelle DeWitt, Laura Roslin, Irina Derevko, CJ Cregg, Jack Bristow, Sophie Deveraux, Nate Ford, River Song, Eleven, Emily Prentiss + actually the whole main CM cast for S2-7ish. Nadia Santos + Sydney Bristow. Penelope Garcia is another FAVE. For comedies...Fran Fine, Lilith Sternin, Niles + Daphne. A million others. Oh, oh, Minerva McGonagall.
Number of Blankets I Sleep With: Two. But I love being curled up in lots of blankets.
Dream Trip: Back to Italy. Scotland.
Dream Job: Creating my own curriculum and running my own school exactly the way I’d love to.
When Was This Blog Created: I forget? It’s been a few years.
Current Number of Followers: 371, I believe.
When did your blog reach it’s peak? It is at its peak. I slowly increase followers over time, and block all the bots [which highly reduces those random spam messages].
What made you decide to get Tumblr? I wanted to talk to people about Alias and Doctor Who. Seriously, that was the reason. Then I was sucked in.
