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His right eye cracked open first, groaning at the sunlight pouring through the bare window. The left followed, pulling a figure into focus – a woman standing at his bedside, haloed in gold like the sun itself had chosen her. An incandescent spotlight.
Dark hair spilling loose, long and wavy. Fine-boned features with a hint of elfin, like she belonged half to this world and half to a storybook. A bowed mouth shaped like it had secrets worth keeping, and wide doe eyes men braver than him might gladly fight and die for.
“Mister Jane?”
Awfully formal even for a one night stand.
“Did we… sleep together?”
“What? No!” Her indignation hitched sharp, umbrage written plain enough that even through the fog in his head, he felt the sting.OR the one where Jane needs a bodyguard.
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With his first wife, Jane had no concept of what it would be like to lose everything. Now that he knows that pain, he clings all the tighter. It's complicated. His thoughts about Lisbon range from acceptable to physically impossible. He wants to put a ring on her finger. He wants to bring her flowers. He wants to read her mind. He wants to violate the principle of impenetrability and occupy the same space as her. If he could carry her with him everywhere he goes, maybe that would be enough to soothe his battered and ruined heart.
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aka writing letters and defining boundaries and tip-toeing around things and making promises
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- Part 2 of would you give me the time of day?
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21 Apr 2026
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Omg. Omg. Must reread cos I devoured it and already want to live inside it.
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Teresa Lisbon never expected to take in her former consultant’s teenage daughter. Traumatized, guarded, and haunted by a violent past, Charlotte pushes Lisbon to her limits. With Jane fleeing the country, Lisbon is left to protect Charlotte from the fallout of his choices, while navigating parenthood and the fragile friendship slowly forming between them.
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girls in pink dresses (with white satin sashes) by santabarbaraskies for handwrittengarden
Fandoms: The Mentalist (TV 2008)
04 Jan 2026
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“Oh, come on, Lisbon, you’re perfect,” Jane says, cutting off whatever ignoble protest had been blooming on her tongue. “A pair of strappy heels, a little lipstick —”
“I’m gonna kill you, Jane,” Lisbon says sharply, and he laughs in that unserious, unbothered way that is almost always in response to Lisbon being very serious and very bothered.
The others are already talking surveillance, transport, operational budget; as if she hasn't just been handed the most asinine, unprofessional, degrading assignment she can possibly imagine.
“But it’s…” Lisbon says, to nobody in particular. “It’s a Tuesday.”
“Yes, Agent. And the pageant begins on Friday. Your undercover training starts as soon as you sign these, please. Congratulations, Miss CBI."
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The expression on his face is inscrutable. “Excuse me?”
“Your wife,” Lisbon repeats. “Have you been in contact with her spirit?”
Patrick stares at her unblinkingly for several seconds. Then his breath rushes out of him like the air out of a deflating balloon. His shoulders slump. “Teresa, I’m not a psychic, I never was.”
“But,” her protest is instinctual, “you spoke with my mother.”
Teresa Lisbon was sixteen years old when she met Patrick at a carnival on the outskirts of Chicago. Now, at thirty-two, Patrick reappears at her job, grieving the loss of his wife and child to serial killer Red John and completely oblivious to the existence of their fifteen-year-old daughter.