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let them say what they want, we won't hear it by spinninginfinity
Fandoms: Last Binding Series - Freya Marske
02 Dec 2024
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After a stinging encounter with a member of the House of Lords while researching for a story, Alan finds himself questioning whether he's earned his career. Jack sets him straight.
‘Ah.’ Pemberton raised his eyebrows, and his gaze flicked from Alan’s face down to his feet and back up again. ‘Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Ross. Careful what you say to this one,’ he warned the other two peers. ‘Lord Hawthorn’s pet journalist, you know.’
The spiel Alan had ready to go about his dedication to accuracy and objectivity died in his throat.
Pemberton’s words weren’t suggestive. They weren’t even derisive. Worse: they were spoken like a basic statement of fact, as though Pemberton had pointed out that Alan was holding a notepad, or had curly hair.
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28 Jan 2026
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feel the beat in your bones like you already know by spinninginfinity
Fandoms: Last Binding Series - Freya Marske
14 Feb 2025
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Alan covers a charity ball for Tatler where everyone, it seems, wants a piece of Lord Hawthorn.
Luckily for Alan, Lord Hawthorn only wants a piece of him.
‘You’ve abandoned your dance partner,’ Alan noted lightly, running a finger along the back of a cloth-covered sofa. ‘Bit rude of you.’
‘I’m renowned for my rudeness,’ Jack reminded him.
‘Heard you’d reformed. Everyone’s saying so.’
‘I don’t know where you’re getting your information. Perhaps Tatler needs better sources.’
‘Reformed.’ Alan reeled off adjectives, counting on his fingers. ‘Witty, erudite. Courteous—but I’d hate to misrepresent you, my lord,’ he added, shooting Jack a mischievous smile. ‘You’re welcome to set the record straight, if you’d like.’
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28 Jan 2026
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i'll be your ledge (you can lean upon me) by spinninginfinity
Fandoms: Last Binding Series - Freya Marske
13 Mar 2025
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Alan has insomnia. Jack has a nightmare. Conveniently enough, both problems have the same solution.
‘Anyway,’ Alan added, squeezing Jack’s fingers, ‘you didn’t wake me. I was awake already.’
‘What on earth for?’ Jack asked, removing the hand covering his face and frowning at him.
‘Fancied a spot of stargazing,’ Alan said. ‘What do you think? I couldn’t sleep.’
‘Couldn’t sleep?’
‘No.’
‘Why?’ Jack half sat up. ‘Do you need an extra pillow?’
‘Do I n—’ Alan broke off, incredulous. ‘Who are you planning on mugging for that? Every pillow in London is already on this bed.’
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28 Jan 2026
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the night we met there was magic by spinninginfinity
Fandoms: Last Binding Series - Freya Marske
25 Jul 2025
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Alan sheds some light on his early thoughts about Jack.
‘Of course,’ he said, ‘the stuff I actually wanted to put in my article wouldn’t have been at all appropriate for polite society.’
‘I suppose “arsehole” might have been taken for a mistype of “Alston” if you’d really pleaded ignorance.’ Jack resumed the slow, firm circles of his hands against Alan’s shoulders.
‘I don’t mean that,’ Alan said.
‘No?’
‘No.’ Alan arched into Jack’s hands. ‘I’m talking about how as soon as I saw you I wanted you so much I couldn’t think about anything else.’
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28 Jan 2026
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The room spun for a beat before settling into dim shapes: the low gray light of early morning bleeding in through the blinds, the familiar slant of their bedroom ceiling—but none of that registered. What hit him first was the body against his.
His cheek was pressed against the top of a spine, rising and falling against his face with heaving breaths. His arm was wrapped around a torso that was moving with his own. His thigh was wedged up against hips that had just pushed back into him.
And that sound—that breath, that low, involuntary sound—it hadn’t come from him.
It had come from—
“Eddie,” Buck whispered. Voice raw, stuck halfway in his throat. He wasn’t even sure he’d meant to say it out loud.
“It’s okay,” Eddie spit, like it had come out instinctively—because Buck sounded scared, or maybe because Eddie was, too.
Eddie huffed, voice rough. “Keep going.”
Buck let out a shocked, stuttered, “Huh?”
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25 Jan 2026