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Secrets by Melody Wilde (NC-17)
Fandom: MISCELLANEOUS JOHNNY DEPP MOVIES (Secret Window)
Pairing: Mort Rainey/OMC
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melodywilde
Author Website: at fanfiction.net
Why this must be read: Sometimes you find a fanfic that's even better than the original movie, you know? Melody Wilde succeeds wildly (pun intended) where the movie failed. The movie gave us the one psychological twist for an ending, but Melody's story is so deeply layered with versions of "what is reality" that by the middle of the story you're just chortling with glee.
Mort Rainey still lives in his cabin, despite the hatred of the townsfolk who think he's a murderer, when he gets a visit from a fan. Miguel Bain, an assassin by profession, has developed a passion for the reclusive author, which he satisfies in violent, non-consensual, and very hawt scenes. Bain explains to Rainey what it's like to have an evil that lives in your head and makes you do bad things, and Rainey begins to think he might know more about that than he'd thought . . .
This is brilliant, dark, hot genius. Read it even if you didn't see the movie. It won't matter.
SECRET WINDOW at IMDB
The pain seized him, jerking him awake. He was alone, sprawled face-down on his bed like a broken and discarded toy, hurting in too many ways to count. He moaned, and suddenly Bain was at his side, showered and dressed and glowing with health and happiness.
“That was...beyond words.” He tousled Mort’s hair. “You are all I imagined in my fantasies, and more.”
Peachy.
“I wish it had been as good for you, my friend. Perhaps next time.”
That “next time” business again. There’s not going to be a next time. As soon as I can move, I’m going to...to...
Bain patted Mort’s shoulder. “I think you will probably want to lie here for a while, so I will let you rest.”
Rest. No way. The second you’re out that door, I’m going to get up and go throw myself out the window and pray to god that the fall kills me.
He waited until the sound of Bain’s footsteps had faded, then flattened his hands against the bed to push himself up. The pain sent him back down immediately. He was disgusted to realize he was crying, the tears slipping down his cheeks. It’s not just the pain. It’s... Dammit, I liked him. I thought we could be friends...I thought...I might even have...in time. But he used me. He hurt me...and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop him...and he says he’s going to do it again...
“Looks like you’ve had yourself a bad day, Mr. Rainey.”
He started at the sound of the voice, a voice he recognized even after all this time, a voice he’d recognize anywhere. John Shooter was beside the bed, squatting on his haunches, hat tipped back, shaking his head as his gaze moved down Mort’s body.
“How...where did you come from?”
“Same place as last time. I ain’t moved. You sure are a mess. I bet that hurts like a sumbitch.”
Secrets
Pairing: Mort Rainey/OMC
Author on LJ:
melodywildeAuthor Website: at fanfiction.net
Why this must be read: Sometimes you find a fanfic that's even better than the original movie, you know? Melody Wilde succeeds wildly (pun intended) where the movie failed. The movie gave us the one psychological twist for an ending, but Melody's story is so deeply layered with versions of "what is reality" that by the middle of the story you're just chortling with glee.
Mort Rainey still lives in his cabin, despite the hatred of the townsfolk who think he's a murderer, when he gets a visit from a fan. Miguel Bain, an assassin by profession, has developed a passion for the reclusive author, which he satisfies in violent, non-consensual, and very hawt scenes. Bain explains to Rainey what it's like to have an evil that lives in your head and makes you do bad things, and Rainey begins to think he might know more about that than he'd thought . . .
This is brilliant, dark, hot genius. Read it even if you didn't see the movie. It won't matter.
The pain seized him, jerking him awake. He was alone, sprawled face-down on his bed like a broken and discarded toy, hurting in too many ways to count. He moaned, and suddenly Bain was at his side, showered and dressed and glowing with health and happiness.
“That was...beyond words.” He tousled Mort’s hair. “You are all I imagined in my fantasies, and more.”
Peachy.
“I wish it had been as good for you, my friend. Perhaps next time.”
That “next time” business again. There’s not going to be a next time. As soon as I can move, I’m going to...to...
Bain patted Mort’s shoulder. “I think you will probably want to lie here for a while, so I will let you rest.”
Rest. No way. The second you’re out that door, I’m going to get up and go throw myself out the window and pray to god that the fall kills me.
He waited until the sound of Bain’s footsteps had faded, then flattened his hands against the bed to push himself up. The pain sent him back down immediately. He was disgusted to realize he was crying, the tears slipping down his cheeks. It’s not just the pain. It’s... Dammit, I liked him. I thought we could be friends...I thought...I might even have...in time. But he used me. He hurt me...and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop him...and he says he’s going to do it again...
“Looks like you’ve had yourself a bad day, Mr. Rainey.”
He started at the sound of the voice, a voice he recognized even after all this time, a voice he’d recognize anywhere. John Shooter was beside the bed, squatting on his haunches, hat tipped back, shaking his head as his gaze moved down Mort’s body.
“How...where did you come from?”
“Same place as last time. I ain’t moved. You sure are a mess. I bet that hurts like a sumbitch.”
Secrets
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Sadly (or not, depending on your point of view), the unrated version of this was the very first thing I deleted in the recent LJ mess, but I think the ff.net one has all the pertinent bits, just less sex.
One thing I should mention: Miguel Bain is not my creation. He's a character from the movie Assassins, starring Sylvester Stallone and Antonio Banderas. How did he get involved with Mort Rainey in my brain? Ah that's a long story and would involve spoilers for that movie and King's original novella.
Thanks again!
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Shhh. I'm not supposed to be posting a crossover. ;) I put his name in my write-up as a flag for anyone who's seen Assassins, but since I loved your story without having seen that movie, I didn't think it was critical. I called him an OMC, since that's how he could be viewed by a reader.
Have you, by any chance, posted the unrated version somewhere like IJ or GJ? I'd be happy to link to it there, not to mention read it. ::rubs hands in anticipation:: If you'd put it up somewhere before the end of August, I'd still be able to edit this post.
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Y'know what, I think I have the various bits of the more adult version on my PC here at work, so I'll see if I can find a few minutes to put them on my IJ. The only real difference is that the non-con is a bit more graphic; I don't remember how much, just that I toned it down for ff.net.
I'll get back to you!
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http://www.insanejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=melodywilde&keyword=%2A&filter=all
Thanks again!
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