#I realized while I was doing this that there was also a pub prompt that this could've fit but I would've missed it by the time this was done

[vanderlesbian]

141 dating a civilian

hii!! this is a self indulgent belated bday gift to myself (im 20 now...) but i hope u guys enjoy it!! also feel free to leave requests in my asks bc i am so bad at thinking of prompts but ive been wanting to write so bad LOL

writing this had made me realize that i love writing gaz content........i am obsessed with him.........

gn reader! no warnings :)

masterlist

captain john price

- price loves being around you—you bring a sense of normalcy that relaxes him. when he's home, he enjoys doing domestic things around the home. he offers to do the laundry, he'll make you tea in the mornings, he feeds the dog and cat you two raise together and will go with you on any errands you need to run. when he's with you, he never thinks about work, which makes you happy because you hate to see him overworking himself.

- i feel like you two would meet through laswell. a mutual friend, you and price would meet one another at a pub or something of the sort. immediately, the two of you take an interest in one another, and laswell would catch onto that rather quickly and finds it endearing. when getting to know one another, you mention the fact that you live alone, which gives price the excuse to hand you his number. "in case you need anything", is what he told you, and you could've sworn you saw laswell snickering behind him. regardless, you ended up texting him a few days after that, asking him if he knew how to fix cars.

- loves going on vacations with you!! when price has a decent period of time off, he'll ask you if you want to go somewhere, to which you always answer yes. road trips are his favorite, because driving for long periods of time is something calming for him and he enjoys the fact that it's just the two of you traveling. maybe you'll go camping, or perhaps you'll drive a country over to spend a few days in a different city; whatever it is, you and price always have a nice time. while he gets to travel a lot, he recognizes that you don't have the same opportunity, so he loves to take you places as see your reactions to things. when he's deployed, he's always on the lookout for places to take you later.

- one of your favorite things to do is visit price while he's in the office. you usually bring him a meal, whether it be home made or take out because you know he's going to forget about grabbing himself something to eat. he always thanks you with a kiss, then you linger for a moment to speak to him, giving him time to eat and take a break from his work. while you're visiting price, all of his attention is on you, and if a soldier knocks on his door and asks to speak to him, he'll use his captain voice to tell them to come by later unless it's an emergency.

- price is very proud to call you his partner. although he tries not to bring you up too often at work because of privacy and professional reasons, he likes to mention you casually every now and then, especially with laswell or the other 141 members. he's proud of the work you do, no matter what your career is; he's just likes to brag about his amazing partner. he will do his signature v shaped smile whenever someone says in surprise,"oh, your partner is a/n [occupation]? how cool!"

simon "ghost" riley

- ghost is a listener, not a talker. and boy, does he love listening to you ramble on about your day. he finds it cute; the way you complain how expensive your coffee was that morning, or how you couldn't decide what to wear to simply go pick up a snack from the store. his responses include a lot of "oh really?", "i bet", and some snarky comments when you bring up a coworker that you don't particularly like. ghost is quiet, but his little responses show that he's well invested in your stories.

- just like everything else in his life, ghost keeps his relationship with you very private. it took him quite a while to even tell any of the other 141 members that he was in a relationship, simply because he didn't feel the need to tell them. he also wanted to protect you; not that he didn't trust the other members, but he was scared of your name accidentally being said to the wrong person. you were innocent, and ghost didn't want to ruin that innocence with the dark realities of his job and put you in danger.

- listen; meeting him at a music store. you would definitely be the one to initiate things, so when you saw a tall, handsome man flipping through records beside you, it made you look for an excuse to speak to him. "that's a good album", you would then finally speak up after watching him pull out a vinyl by the doors. ghost would honestly be taken aback; no one ever really strikes up conversation with him in public. "yeah" would be his response, but the dryness of it didn't stop you from continuing the conversation. after you two begin dating, ghost will often bring up how you were insistent on speaking to him, which never fails to bring a shy blush to your cheeks.

- you think it's amusing to have such a "scary" looking boyfriend. he tags along behind you whenever the two of you go out, and you often forget how large and intimidating he looks to others, especially because he always wears dark colored outfits and a face mask out in public. imagine ghost lingering behind you like a lost puppy while you mindlessly look through clothes at a store. when you're at the register, you notice the cashier glancing behind you, forgetting that ghost is looming over you like a bodyguard.

- speaking of others reactions, you love showing ghost off to people. you'll be spending time with friends, family, coworkers—whoever, and you get so excited whenever they ask if you have a boyfriend. you think it's funny to see their eyes widen when you pull up a photo saying "this is simon, he's deployed right now but (blah blah blah)". you had asked ghost for his permission to show photos of him to others while he wasn't around, and at first he was hesitant, but after hearing about the reactions he gives people, he doesn't care anymore. people think "that's their boyfriend?", which makes ghost smile to himself because yes, he's all yours.

kyle "gaz" garrick

- you two have this thing where the moment he opens the door after coming home from a mission, you'll sprint into his arms and he never fails to pick you up off your feet and squeeze you tight. gaz greets you like he hasn't seen you in years, covering your face and neck in kisses and spinning you around in his arms for what feels like forever.

- loves to facetime you when he's away. sometimes you'll be in different timezones, but both of you will be willing to stay up at 3 in the morning jusst to talk to one another. gaz always gives you room tours of whatever place he's staying at while deployed, or he'll call you while he's out shopping to ask what souvenir you'd like best. sometimes the other 141 boys will pop in to say hello, or gaz will shove the camera in their face to ask if they have anything to say to you.

- i feel that gaz would easily become jealous, especially because he can't be with you all the time. while he's away from you, you'll text or call him about an encounter at work or while you were out and about where someone tried hitting on you, earning a snarky remark from gaz. they always make you giggle because you're aware how protective he is of you, and they're often silly remarks like "they're lucky i wasn't there" or "should've told 'em your boyfriend is 6'5 and a wrestler"

- gaz is younger, so i feel that you would be a university student or something of the sort when you first met him. working part time at a local coffee shop at the time, you vividly remember gaz complimenting you the first time you served him. "you're very pretty/handsome, by the way" he said confidently, but quickly walked off before you could thank him. after that, gaz came in as often as he could, learning something new about you each time he came in, and it got to a point where you would simply give him a drink or pastry for free each time he came in. eventually he would ask you out, offering to take you somewhere after your shift, to which you immediately agreed to.

- when gaz visits your place, it's always like a silly little sleepover. the two of you will watch comically bad movies, make homemade pizza, play those couple's card games and he'll listen to you talk about any gossip you have. when gaz is with you, he takes it as his time to just be himself because he's so comfortable in your presence. he doesn't have to worry about being formal with you, and the two of you are equally as silly as you spend time with one another.

john "soap" mactavish

- soap doesn't like to bother you with his work. when he's with you, he'll always be so upbeat and playful, but you've learned to be able to notice when he's particularly stressed or tired. he insists that he's fine, telling you that you don't have to worry about him as he tries to play it off. he's a bit stubborn about it, so sometimes you have to bother him just a bit before he finally gives in and tells you what's up, or simply agrees to laying down and having a rest.

- okay, picture this. you meet soap at a dog park. i think he would have a german shepherd...which is besides the point, but when your dog and his both stop in their tracks to be friendly with one another, both of you feel that it's only natural to make conversation, right? the two of you quickly hit it off, to which you credit mostly to soap for being much more extroverted than you are, and the two of you talk about your dogs for a bit before the conversation focuses on yourselves. smoothly, soap would ask for you to join him on another trip to the dog park sometime, using the excuse that your dogs seemed to like each other.

- soap loves to text you while he's away, and other than gaz, he would be the one to text you the most out of any of the boys. he mostly sends a lot of random pictures of things he says reminds you of him, but will also update you on a bunch of random little things he's doing. "just shit in this french bathroom" "johnny i don't need to know that" "had to tell somebody"

- will leave plenty of his clothes for you to wear while he's gone, and it's practically all you wear during that time. you'll leave the house in an outfit completely made up of your boyfriend's clothes because they're just so comfortable, and it makes you feel less lonely having his scent lingering with you. even when soap is home, you still constantly wear his clothes, and 90% of his wardrobe is practically yours.

- soap would love to visit YOU at work. you forget your chapstick? he's on his way. you text him that you're hungry and forgot to pack a meal? he's bringing you your favorite fast food. although he's busy and can't stop by all the time, soap tries to stop by as often as he can, and all of your coworkers have learned to recognize him. "here comes johnny" one of them will point out, making you quickly whip your head around to look.

#i STRUGGLED with soap sorry #x reader #fluff #headcanons #cod #mw2 #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #domestic #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine

[jamesunderwater]

Jily Microfic - Daring

@jilymicrofics - feb 28th, prompt: daring- words: 687 Summary: Lily's finally reached acceptance. Now she just has to do something about it. Part 2 of 3! Read Part 1 here & Part 3 here; read the academic rivals micros collection here (there's parallels to each of the four micros in this little trio-finale)

She’s going to do it. She, Lily Matilda Evans, is going to crash a date.

After spending hours last night reviewing muggle medical books to confirm it isn’t just a case of a misdiagnosed heart murmur, acceptance finally hit her around three in the morning. And now, there's just no going back.

She, Lily Matilda Evans, has feelings for James Potter…whose middle name is Fleamont – a red flag, for certain.

But despite the red flags – that they can’t go two minutes without arguing, that she wants to pull her hair out when she’s with him, that she once wrote a poem about her love for the giant squid just to prove to him how much she doesn’t think about him (to name a few) – and despite the fact that they’ll have to withstand the awkward torture of working together the rest of the year if this goes wrong, Lily has to do this. She already can’t stand the fact that James is getting dressed for a date with another girl right now. She won’t survive it if she has to watch him be someone’s actual boyfriend. 

So might as well cause a scene sooner rather than later, right?

—

Lily waits until the two are seated inside the Three Broomsticks, rolling her eyes at James’s choice of venue. Leaning against the wall as casually as possible, she sneaks glances over her shoulder and through the front window of the pub. They’ve found a table toward the front of the room; James leaves Tamara to go get them drinks; he’s ordering from Rosmerta and Lily can see his smirk from here; Tamara, she thinks, is staring at his arse, and while the girl isn’t wrong for this, Lily feels the urge to shove a pie in her face.

“Evans, Evans…” Lily's blood turns cold as someone tuts. “Not spying, are we?”

Hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket, Sirius saunters over to her from across the way, Remus and Peter beside him. All three boys wear varying expressions of curiosity.

“Told you she’d get jealous – did I not say she’d get jealous?” Sirius turns to confirm this with his friends, a finger pointed lazily at Lily. She wants to bite it off, he’s so annoying.

“I’m not jealous,” Lily argues, gaze flicking into the pub again even as she crosses her arms in defiance. James has just returned to the table with drinks, and places Tamara’s before her with a smile. Lily’s stomach churns.

Sirius laughs. “Right, so there’s another reason you’re stalking our boy while he’s on his first date in nearly two years?”

“It’s not been two years, he went out with Holly Hartley at the beginning of last year.” 

She only realizes she’s stepped into the trap when Sirius smirks triumphantly. 

“So, what’s the plan, Evans?” he asks, tilting his head. She doesn’t understand what he means, and her face must say as much, because he says, “C’mon, it’s you, know you didn’t come down here to spy on them without a plan.”

Cheeks burning, Lily squeezes her arms tighter around her chest. “I was going to…” She looks between the three boys, all of whom seem keen to hear her answer, and while this confuses her, it also spurs her on. “Well, I was going to interrupt them. You know–” She brings a hand to the necklace around her neck and tugs at it. “I was going to crash it.”

She jumps when Sirius lets out a booming, “Ha!” then glances into the pub window to make sure he wasn’t heard. Her cheeks as red as her hair now, Lily opens her mouth to defend herself, but Sirius cuts her off. 

“Well damn, Evans, if you aren’t the picture of ‘daring, nerve and chivalry’.” 

Lily glares at him, and though she wants to make a retort, only half her brain is paying attention. The other half is busy glancing repeatedly into the pub, where she can see James laughing around the lip of his butterbeer bottle. 

Her mind comes back into full focus when she hears the words, “Can we join you?”

To be continued (again)...

#jilymicrofics #jily microfic #jily fic #jily #jple #jily* #james potter #lily evans #hp #my writing

[eevylynn]

You're Good

Sterek || E || Friends to Lovers || 7k wc

“I’m comfortable with my life,” Stiles told Lydia, and he was. He had a job he loved, his pack was safe, and he got to see them regularly. Yeah, there was one thing he would like to change, but there's only so much he can do to change that one thing. Stiles was pretty sure that dating other people wouldn’t help. Or Stiles agrees to let Lydia set him up on a blind date, not realizing who exactly she had in mind.

AN: I realized I never made a full on tumblr post with this..oops!

This was written For L_Grae with the prompts: ~Mutual pining with meddling from the pack. ~Future fic, blind date set up by certain packmates, not realizing Sterek has a FWB agreement already.

Unfortunately, I can't quite write friends with benefits (I gave it a valiant effort, but my brain just couldn't get it right), so I merged the prompts together.

Sterek Valentine's Bingo 2024: Candle

~*~*~*~

Locking the office up with a whistle, Stiles tossed his keys in the air before catching them and shoving them in his back pocket before he turned to walk down the street to the combination coffee and bar that sat a block or so away from his office. He mentally patted himself on the back for that smooth move before abruptly tripping on nothing. Stiles looked around quickly. No one saw that.

That was the one good thing about it getting dark before Stiles even leaves the office at this time. The whole shorter days thing that came with winter coming AND Daylight Savings Time ending at the same time does get somewhat depressing at times, but it’s not like Stiles has never gone around town at night before.

Back in high school, nights were the only times that Stiles could really investigate supernatural happenings what with needing to actually go to school. He always did love a good puzzle to investigate and even contemplated  joining the FBI. However, after botching up his own internship with the FBI, Stiles ended up going to college at Beacon Hills Community College. While still in school, Stiles started a side hustle as a Supernatural Private Investigator, and, upon graduation, he was able to devote his time to his growing business, even opening an office in the slowly reemerging downtown area of Beacon Hills.

Thanks to the combined efforts of the local Beacon County packs, the Nemeton was growing healthily again, bringing positive energies with it, something even the everyday humans could feel. Because of this, more people, both supernatural and human, were moving to town and slowly building up the local economy.

Just the short walk between Stiles’ office and Lunar Lounge, his favorite bar and coffee shop, included a boutique one of Stiles’ old classmates opened, a vegan smoothie shop, owned by a nice family of elves that just moved here a few years back, and a greenhouse bookstore whose owners were always more than happy to provide Stiles with any herbs he needed for potions work after he helped them with a pixie infestation that took residence in one of their personal gardens at their house.

The Lunar Lounge was where many of the Hale pack worked. Open practically 24 hours, it served coffee and breakfast for the morning crowd before transitioning into a pub style bar in the afternoons. In addition to providing human beverages, Lunar Lounge also offered a variety of specialty drinks for the different supernaturals of Beacon Hills, including but not limited to wolfsbane infused homebrews, real bloody marys, and a selection of shimmering, almost ethereal, wines that Peter had procured a vendor for that Stiles was pretty sure was fae, but the wolf refused to confirm or deny that suspicion.

Entering the open double doors, Stiles nodded at Isaac who was behind the bar preparing some fancy pink and yellow monstrosity of a cocktail that was most definitely too sweet for Stiles’ liking.

He crossed the open sea of scuffed wooden tables, dodging a pair of colorful haired women that suddenly blocked his path as they stood up to go who knows where. Reaching the back corner, he found Derek at his usual table that he’d probably been sitting at for the last several hours, hidden from most by a black metal staircase that led to a lofted lounge area. Dark eyebrows furrowed as Derek continued to type on his laptop.

As Stiles plopped down in the seat across from him, Derek glanced up before he said, “I’m almost done. Give me a minute.”

Stiles grinned, “You’re good.” Derek smiled before turning his attention back to the screen.

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#sterek #my writing #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternalsterek #sterek fic #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #sterek valentine bingo #sterek valentine exchange

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 18 || 1102 Words || Read on Ao3 —

He knows he’s meeting the lads at Remus’ flat in twenty minutes but fuck has James had the worst day.

Ducking into the dimly-lit pub and out of the torrent of rain that insists on beating him while he’s down, he runs his fingers through his hair in an effort to shake out the water before it settles in and weighs down his curls. In twenty minutes, he’ll be sipping whatever ale of the week Remus had stocked in his refrigerator, but he needed something stronger. Now.

Luckily, a Tuesday night isn’t the most popular night to frequent the pub so there’s only a handful of patrons as James makes his way to the bar, sidling up next to a woman looking down at the phone in her hand as she takes a sip of her drink. He orders a scotch and receives it gratefully, grimacing all the same as it burns a trail down his throat.

The woman beside him huffs, slamming her phone face-down into the bar as she shakes some of her deep red hair from her face and takes another, longer, drink from the nearly-empty glass in her hand.

He knows he shouldn’t get involved. It’s not his business, he’s had a shit day himself, he just wants to have a solitary drink before having to put on a happy face for his mates (because he wasn’t going to be a downer on Peter’s birthday of all days), but something about her compels him to brush all of these reasons aside.

“Er, everything alright?”

He’s met with the most cutting glare he’s ever received in his whole goddamn life. Her eyes—glittering green—freeze him to the spot where all he can do is hold his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, I just—”

“Is this your thing?” She bites. “Hanging around empty bars, swooping in when you see women who are upset, hoping they’ll be so thankful they’ll just—”

“Hang on a moment,” James splutters. “I’m doing no such thing. You just seemed—”

“It’s called an emotion, I’m allowed to have emotions—”

“I’m not disagreeing with you!”

“—and just because I’m expressing that emotion instead of keeping it bottled up inside—”

James is waving his palms in front of her in surrender, throwing a concerned look at the barkeep and hoping this interaction won’t result in him being thrown out of the pub and back into the rain before he’s even finished his drink. “Let me start over. I’ve had a shit day. It seems like you’ve had a shit day. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

She stops her tirade and James counts himself lucky for that at least. He doesn’t know why he’s proposed such a trade, but as he watches the woman signal for another drink from the bar, he realizes that heading off to Remus’ having told someone about today would be a weight off his chest and maybe allow him to feel a little lighter.

After all, what’s a secret amongst strangers?

Her gaze is back on him as the barkeep busies himself behind the counter making her drink, and James can practically see the moment she decides. 

“Alright,” she agrees with a small nod and an unreadable expression. Her lips pull into a thin line and she gestures towards him. “You first.”

Blinking in surprise, he takes a sip of the scotch. “Why—”

“It was your idea,” she challenges with a raised brow as her new drink appears in front of her.

Well fuck, he can’t argue with that. 

Heaving a sigh, James leans his elbow against the mahogany bar, eyes locked onto hers. He brings his glass halfway to his lips in preparation to wash down his confession.

“I was sacked today.”

Saying it is simultaneously another stab in the gut and a weight off his shoulders. He takes a bigger drink of the scotch, reveling in the burn.

“That’s shit.”

“It’s also as much detail as I want to give,” he manages to say through the burn of the drink, placing his glass back onto the bar. “What about you?”

“My friend got engaged.”

“And that’s…bad?” James asks with a furrow of his brow. “What, do you fancy the bloke?”

“No,” she answers emphatically, rubbing at the space between her eyes. “It’s just…all my mates are coupled up now, properly. And I’m just…still here, alone.” The hand drops, draping itself over the drink as she raises it to her lips, green eyes unfocused and gazing somewhere in the mid-distance. “Cold. Unloveable.”

He scoffs and that seems to pull her out of whatever stupor she’d found herself in.

“Fuck,” she breathes, taking a large drink.

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Hard to take your opinion when you know fuck-all about me. Pretty sure my colleagues who see me day-in and day-out have a more solid read on the matter.”

“I’ve got a good sense about these things.”

She tries to brush him off with a laugh, and he takes the opportunity to study her. Her jaw is clenched, chin tilted up ever-so-slightly: a picture of defiance of other people’s expectations. 

No wonder she’s here, drinking beside him on a Tuesday—it seems exhausting.

Her eyes—green and alight with the fire of their back-and-forth—flicker from her glass to him, a quick look of concern washing over her face before being replaced once more by that mask of indifference.

James gets a thrill from it—the peek behind the mask—and wastes no time in grabbing a pen from next to the register, scrawling his name and number on his slightly-damp cocktail napkin.

Pushing it towards her, he raises his chin in response. “I’ve got somewhere to be, but—”

She takes it from him, letting out a (nervous) laugh. “If you’re only doing this because I’m emotional and a bit shit-faced—”

“On the contrary,” James responds with a smile, “this is strictly for when you’re sober. I’ll prove it to you—or, I guess, your colleagues—that I have a better feel for these things than they do.”

A divot appears between her brows as she stares down at the napkin, now clutched in both of her hands, with a stunned expression on her face. It quickly morphs into something softer as her eyes travel from where he’s written James to meet his gaze. She holds it for a few seconds before her voice travels the space between them—absent of any of the earlier bite of their conversation, and wrapped in something that almost feels like hope.

“I’m Lily, by the way.”

He smiles, and it’s easy. Easier still when she smiles back; smaller, but still genuine.

#it's (always) you #jily #jilytober2023 #jple #james potter #lily evans #31 prompts

[mywritingonlyfans]

Shared heart. // Alex Turner X Reader! Fluffly.

prompt: it's your wedding and during the description of the event, some moments that you lived together that led to the decision of the wedding itself were written. the wedding part takes place in the present, everything else is in the past. the parts in italics are the marriage (the present). but don't worry, it won't be that complicated to understand the dynamics when you're reading.

words: 5,3K (i'll stop making long stuffs promise)

"The day after you stole my heart, everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you."

...

 Your hands were dripping wet, you didn't remember being this nervous before in your life. As much as you might be exaggerating, it was impossible to ignore the fact that this was something important to Alex. So, it was such a big deal for you. 

 It was the first time you’d meet Alex's friends, and although you were nervous, you were also happy to see Alex so excited to introduce you.

 "It's okay, Miles and Matt are nice people," you laughed lightly and he pulled you into a hug. 

 You were sitting at the table in the pub, sharing a beer while waiting for them.  Alex had arrived minutes early, to give you time to breathe and get used to the space before meeting them, but he was afraid that that hadn't been a good idea. 

 “It’ll be great, you’ll see," you nodded, burying your head into his shoulder as he kissed your hair and held you close. "Even if it goes wrong, you'll still be mine, y'know." 

 You exploded into the silence room and Alex was relieved to see you'd be fine.

 A few minutes went by and then Miles and Matt entered the pub, Alex waved at them as you sat up better, still with his warm hand holding yours. 

 Alex stood up and warmly greeted his mates. Not lingering on amid excessive handshakes and backslapping, he wrapped his hand around your waist, introducing you to them.  His cheek flushed in excitement, seeing your shy smile at them soon getting dissolved as they enveloped you in a tight hug, making you feel immediately welcome.

 Alex kept his hands on you, pulling you to him, to let you know he was there.  You had a goofy smile as Matt started to mention something you had in common, something that was information that was impossible not to know about you since Alex rarely didn't mention something about you. 

 Alex's eyes roam over you, still worried that you could be uncomfortable but happy to see you were getting along so well in the first time.  Soon, you smiled at him, warming his chest.  His face was full of colors. At that, Matt raised an eyebrow at Miles, who was watching Alex's behavior like watching a 90's rom-com, then Miles smiled back in confirmation.

 As they talked, you realized that Alex was right in saying that his friends were fun and funny. You laughed a lot with the stories they told about their band adventures and felt more and more comfortable in their company.

  Miles, in particular, seemed to have a sense of humor very similar to Alex's, which made the two of them get along very well. You watched the two of them talking and laughing together, feeling grateful to have found someone you loved as much as Alex.

 Suddenly, you heard Miles say something to Alex, but couldn't quite hear what it was. When you asked what they were talking about, Alex smiled and said it was "just an inside joke."

 For now you let it go, drinking a sip of his beer, something you were used to doing since you didn't like it getting cold but you couldn't drink it fast either, then you went back to the conversation.  They were lovable, you could see yourself spending hours and years with them, you hoped Alex had concluded the same. 

  However, later on, when you were alone, Alex revealed to you what Miles had said: that you were the female version of him, but in a better and right way. You blushed with happiness upon hearing that and hugged Alex tightly, more in an attempt to hide your warmed face.

 "I love you," you told him, with a happy smile, humming vibrations on his chest. 

"I love you too, lil' one," replied Alex, kissing you softly on the forehead.

The night ended with everyone saying goodbye, but Alex was happy to know that he could now share the joy of being together with their closest friends and girlfriend. 

That same night, when Matt hugged him goodbye, Alex had his friend whisper in his ear that it looked like he got it right this time, that you were the one.  However, Alex kept that to himself, not content to smile about it whenever the memory came to him, even years after it happened. 

…

 "Al?" Your voice was velvety, making him feel like an idiot for being so nervous. 

 He leaned his hand against the door, pressing his forehead over the way too, as if that would draw him closer to you.  He hadn't seen you since the night before, which was really fun and cozy by the way, and if it weren't for you being so superstitious, he'd be snuggling with you right now, holding your hand and kissing your forehead, waiting until it was time to go into the altar. 

 "I bet you look beautiful, the most beautiful bride ever." He heard your sweet sigh and Miles laughing at him.  Miles had guided you so that you could see each other before the ceremony without actually looking at each other. 

 "Be quiet, I want to hear him." You hit Miles with your elbow.  Both you and Alex had forgotten he was there. 

 "I'm sorry, it's just that he was delirious with nervousness until he spoke to you.  Your man is crazy, he even asked if you wouldn't leave him, can you believe it?" Miles asked, making you laugh.  You imagine this happening, Alex dropping such words as a joke but deep down questioning himself about it. You didn't blame him, you understood that it was his nature, and just like him, you were nervous.  Even though you know he loved you unconditionally. 

 Miles took a step back, making you more comfortable.  The first thing you did was give your hand for Alex to take, his hand was cold and sweaty, soon your heart was tight in your chest. 

 "Alexander, you won't be getting rid of me anytime soon, you better calm down." His laughter filled you.  Your voice was full of emotion and he felt empty for not being able to comfort you. 

 "I thank you, I'm about to make you mine.  I refuse to lose you before or after this." You squeezed him and then his lips touched your skin.

 "I know we've always agreed that getting married was no big deal, and I really do think so, but now it feels like something so special, I don't know," you laughed nervously, being welcomed by a far from uncomfortable silence.  You heard Alex light a cigarette and within a few seconds it was in your hand. 

 It was welcoming having him there, you could swear you could taste him in your puffs, as well as his scent on you.  It was making you delirious, you were dreading it. 

 "I'm looking forward for you to have my last name.  I didn't think about it as anything special either, but you made me change my mind." Soon, he took the cigarette and you were hoping to have the damp corners back to your lips.  You couldn't stop smiling. You felt the same way. 

…..

"Did I do something wrong?  You do not look well." His voice was calm, nonjudgmental.  He was just seeing that you had come home quieter and wanted to see you good again. 

 "I'm sorry, it's not you." In contrast, you sounded tired, not irritated but annoyed with yourself. 

 It hadn't happened much, just the usual.  The party wasn't long, there were mutual friends, good music and drinks and one or a few Alex's ex-girlfriends in your sight. 

 "You're too thoughtful, and although I don't want to be a bore about it, I do care about you, babe." He stared at the toothbrush, not touching it as you sat on the counter opposite him.  You were busy in your own head and before you could think about controlling yourself you felt a lump form in your throat. You hated that feeling. 

 "You know you can trust me, right?" He touched his fingers to your thigh, albeit reluctantly. He didn't want to treat you like a bomb about to blow out but he didn't feel like he had enough intimacy with your vulnerabilities. 

 "I know, it's just so stupid." You sighed deeply, voice clearly affected.  Still, you took his hand and brought it up to your waist to have him close.  He felt more useful and kissed your forehead. 

 "If it's affecting you, it's not stupid," he held your face, quietly respecting your time until you felt ready to speak if you wanted to.  His nose dipped into you as his forehead rested on yours. You nuzzled into his touch.

 Unable to look at him, you closed your eyes, following in embarrassment.  "That sounds so unhappy, but, huh, I Googled you at the party," you paused, knowing this was crazy but Alex just waited for you to continue.  "Al, I don't want you to think this is important. It's going to sound ridiculous anyway." 

 "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but it sounds like you do and you're afraid of my reaction.  I wouldn't diminish something that makes you feel vulnerable." 

 He looked at you tenderly, making you feel pathetic for taking up so much of his patience and time for something so trivial. "I never researched your girlfriends because it's wrong, I know that.  I didn't care about what they looked like, at least not knowing how they really looked.  However, today I saw Miles shake hands with one of them and introduce me to her.  He said I was your girlfriend, she gave me a quick, even sympathetic look, and I felt terrible.  So, within minutes, I had access, knowledge of, I don't know, of what all of your girlfriends look like physically." Your body shook, you were lighter.  Still, you didn't want to have to talk to Alex about this. 

 It took him a few minutes to process but he stayed with you, squeezing your hand or running his thumb over your skin. "Google made me dirty?" He arched his eyebrows, you chuckled.  He had teary eyes, as if seeing you badly affected him. 

 "No, it makes you look like an awesome boyfriend actually." You knew he didn't understand your point of view, yet he was patient. 

 "They're all ex-girlfriends, babe, like right in the past. I wouldn't do this to you." He didn't sound judgmental, just apprehensive. He kissed your hand and you felt your tears. 

 "I trust you, Al. I know you wouldn't," you let him hold you and buried your face in his chest in a silent whimpering. "They're all stunning, Alex.  I don't fit in with them, I don't fit in with you." 

 "No, don't say that," he snapped back, trying to look at you only to have you hug him even tighter.  It was excruciating for him to know that you felt that way, knowing it wasn't true. "I don't want to hear you say it again, I'm in love with you, fully, okay?" He stroked your hair, snuggling you into him. "Besides, even if they're in the past, if they're all pretty, you know that makes you pretty too, right?  I'm sorry you don't know how stunning you are but you are, babe." His voice was comforting, as was his touch.  You stayed in his arms for more seconds and he didn't seem to care. When you broke away, you looked at him, who had red eyes and ears too, and smiled slightly. 

 "You don't think you're pretty?" You stood still, still avoiding looking at him.  Soon, he was kissing away your tears and gripping your chin tightly. Somehow, that wasn't awkward. "I'm grateful you shared this with me, I would never have known and it seems to be something that bothers you a lot.  Any part of you is relevant to me, no matter what it is." 

 There was a pause in your brain, as if you didn't believe he was real and then you replied, "I don't think I'm pretty enough to be with you, Al."  You felt tired and saying it out loud felt like lifting a weight off your shoulders.  You feared that Alex had noticed that on you.  He looked hurt but he just nodded before kissing your forehead. "I swear I love you, babe." You completed it after seeing him hover for a few seconds. 

 "I know, I love you too and I will make you see yourself with my eyes." 

……

"Mrs Turner, I like this." You smiled with your tongue between your teeth, the words had come out like savoring candy.  He soon followed you in a cozy chuckle, you could picture his wrinkled eyes and wide shy smile.  Alex really made love feel calm and comfortable, as it should be. 

 "Glad you got used to it already, I'll just call you that now, Mrs. Turner." He passed you the cigarette, the smell of him invading your body, just like the light mint taste. 

 You felt radiant, inside and out. "Alex," you waited until he showed you he was still attentive. "I feel beautiful, the dress is amazing and Amanda did a great job of not showering me with heavy makeup. I can't wait for you to see me." 

 You could feel him smiling through the lines, his voice full of affection. "Not that I need to see you to know, but I know you're stunning, I can't wait to see you, darlin'."

…..

 Alex came home from work feeling miserable. He had a splitting headache, and his body ached all over. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew he was sick. He tried to brush it off, telling himself that he was strong and that his immune system would take care of it. Something he had already told you countless times with the most shameless face in the world when he was feeling terrible.

But as the night went on, his condition worsened. He was shivering, sweating, and feeling weak. He knew he needed help, but he didn't want to go to the doctor. And on those occasions, he always kept you at arm's length.  He didn't want to have to see you sick because of him or have to disturb you with something so banal. He could take care of himself. 

You could see how much pain he was in, and you could feel your heart breaking. You knew he hated going to the doctor, but you also knew that he needed help. You begged him to let you take him, but he kept insisting that he was fine. He made it difficult even for you to get close to him, yet, you always insisted, you wouldn't leave him alone.  Even if he was thick-headed enough that he forced himself to walk around in pain like he was feeling fine.

Soon, he couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed on the couch, unable to stand, groaning in discomfort until he got your attention. You rushed over to him and held him close, taking in his warm body as if you could take his pain as your own, rubbing his back and whispering soothing words in his ear.

"It's going to be okay," you said softly. "I'm here, and I'll take care of you."

As the night wore on, you gave him medicine for his fever and pain and wrapped him up in warm blankets. You held him in your lap, avoiding leaving his side, playing with his soft curls and kissing his hot forehead until he finally fell asleep safely in your arms. Indeed, with you, he felt embraced and then you could see his eyes closed as his hand held yours solemnly. 

The next morning, he woke up feeling slightly better, but still weak. He walked into the kitchen, where he saw you on the phone with his mother. You were talking about a recipe for soup that he used to love as a child. It was as if he had memorized the ingredients by heart. 

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Your mother's teaching me how to make your favorite soup," you replied, giving him a warm smile. That was so important to him, and to you it came naturally. 

He couldn't believe it. His mother was actually sharing her recipe with you. He watched as you followed her instructions carefully, making sure to get everything just right. As if getting anything wrong there could become a sin.

As the soup cooked, you sat down next to him and held his hand. "You're going to feel better soon," you said. "I promise." You sounded comforting, yet determined.

He smiled weakly, feeling grateful to have you by his side. "Thank you," he whispered.

When the soup was finally ready, you brought it over to him and made him eat. At first, he was hesitant, he was still feeling weird, but as soon as he tasted the warm, comforting broth, he knew he was going to be okay.

"This is amazing," he said, smiling up at you. Cheeks growing pink. You were right, always was.

You blushed as well. "It's not quite like your mother's, I know, but it's close, huh?"

He leaned in and kissed you on the lips, quickly but sweet. "It's perfect," he said with a wide and tired smile.

As he ate, he couldn't help but feel even more in love with you. He knew that he was lucky to have you in his life, taking care of him when he was at his weakest. He vowed to always cherish you and make sure that you knew just how much you meant to him.

...

"Babe," he caught you, making sure you were there entirely when he received the cigarette marked at the corner.  He smiled in an act of feeling his chest warm.  He could picture your red lips and your classic eyeliner, added to your flushed cheeks.  He loved you so much.

"I told you I won't be running away from you, Alex." 

"Sure, Mrs Turner," you laughed, "I promise I'll take care of you and I'll try to be less stubborn about needing you to take care of me."  That was something you knew, that he enjoyed having you take care of him, but he had never admitted it in words and that was fun.

 "Alex, we're getting married but we've known each other for 5 years.  You already take care of me and I don't expect you to be any less stubborn about it, I love you that way." He sniffed his nose, as if he knew you were going to say that. 

"I know, I just don't want to have to let you go again.  There's still a long way to go before I meet you at the altar." He sighed deeply, hearing you do the same.  He could tell he needed you more than you needed him and he was okay with that. The cigarette fell to the ground and soon he put it out with his boot.

…..

It was a hot summer day and the boys had decided to throw a pool party. You had braided your hair, trying to make it look presentable, even though Alex kept telling you how beautiful your hair was. When you arrived at the party, Amelia, Matt's daughter, ran up to you and exclaimed, "Your hair looks amazing, I wish I could do that!" You smiled and offered to braid her blonde hair instead. She had her eyes on you, like there was only you in the room, you couldn't deny her.

The two of you sat down by the pool, with Amelia eagerly watching as you carefully braided her hair. As you worked, you talked to her about her favorite things and listened intently to her stories. Alex watched from afar, impressed by how well you got along with her.

Throughout the day, you kept an eye on Amelia, making sure she was safe and comfortable. Something you couldn't ignore and do. You applied sunscreen to her delicate skin and reminded her to drink water and eat healthy snacks. Alex couldn't help but notice how natural you were about it and how much Amelia adored you.

As the day went on, the two of you became inseparable. Amelia followed you around, showing off her newly braided hair to everyone at the party. You didn't mind one bit, as you loved spending time with her and making her happy.

 Alex watched as you talked to Amelia, completely engrossed in the conversation. He had a goofy smile at how magic you two got along. Jamie, who had been watching from the side, aware that you were like that around his kids as well, nudged Alex and said, "you know, either you marry her or you're going to burn a hole in this girl's heart, man."

Alex laughed, but deep down he knew Jamie was right. He had always been a fool for you, but seeing how caring you were towards Amelia made him fall for you even more.

As the party came to an end and everyone began to leave, Alex walked over to you and Amelia. He leaned down and whispered to you, "You were amazing with her today. It was beautiful to watch."

You blushed and smiled, "Thanks, Alex. I love spending time with her. She's such a sweetheart." You surrendered to his touch, being taken by his hand on your waist.  From afar you nodded at Matt thanking you for taking care of her. 

Alex smiled back, "You're so sweet and patient. It's one of the many things I love about you, I think."

Your heart skipped a beat at him. The 3 words had been spoken a few times, you could count them on your fingers, and they still had a strong impact on you.  He looked amused with your reaction, but hearing him say those words made your feelings for him grow even harder.

As the two of you said goodbye and walked away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future might hold. You never necessarily thought about having children, maybe because you didn't have anyone special to share it with, but for the first time you found yourself thinking about the possibility. Alex had never thought about it apart from that day, but he found himself dazzled by the thought that you would be great if you wanted his kids.

Before leaving, Amelia came up to you one last time, hugging your legs, saying goodbye and still begging you to stay with her.  As tears formed in her eyes, Alex could see your heart breaking.  Soon, you took her in and said you'd be back for her in no time.  Without thinking it much, Alex suggested that Amelia could spend time with you at home, your eyes lit up as you watched Alex, and then it was like the kid was you, happy with the proposal.  You looked at Matt and he just laughed in agreement at the idea.  He trusted you, though not so much Alex with kids.  And Amelia couldn't be happier.

 Well, maybe, just maybe, Jamie was right. Maybe you were the one he was meant to be with.

...

"Do you think we would have good children?"  You asked, feeling comfortable bringing that up.  You had already talked about it other times but you didn't want to be away from him either. 

 "Yeah, sure.  You'd be a good mum, plus, if they looked up to us, they'd be calm and curious and I like that." You smiled imagining a similar child, as well as talented as Alex. 

"You know, you never really answered me if you would have children. I don't care that much, it's not like a dream, but I can't lie and say I never thought about it." You clenched your hands into fists and your heart started to race. 

 "I don't know," he paused serenely. "I like the idea of ​​having them with you, but I can't see myself taking care of anyone, maybe it's just the fear." 

 "So it's an I dunno facing more to the yes side of it?"  You risked it.

 "Yes, babe. If you ever want to, I'd do my best, as long as you're with me, by me side."

"You would be a great dad, Alex. I know that."  Your voice was relaxing and he believed you.  "But, y'know, I don't know either, I'm scared to death of it as well."  He chuckled at your sudden intonation change. 

 "But we can both agree that it's an I dunno facing more to the yes part of it, right?" He liked the intimacy of the moment, he also liked that you were having that light hearted little talk minutes before the wedding.  And so, he knew your answer, he was about to walk down the aisle for you, and he was aware of your wishes and dreams.  He would not let you down. 

 The comforting silence formed was soon broken by Miles saying that you should return to your rooms because it was getting closer.

…. 

You had not seen Alex for a few months. As much as you loved him and appreciated his efforts to stay connected with you during his tours, nothing could replace the feeling of having him right next to you. You missed him terribly, and sometimes you would find yourself crying in the middle of the night, wishing he was there to hold you.

But this morning, you woke up to find him right beside you. He was still asleep, with a book in his hands, actually dropped on his chest, his hair messy and his body naked under the sheets. You couldn't help but smile as you looked at him, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you.

Alex stirred, setting the book aside as he noticed you were awake. Without saying a word, you threw yourself at him, burying your face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. He chuckled lightly as you snuggled into him, holding you even closer.

"Good morning, pumpkin. You look gorgeous today," he said, his voice still groggy from sleep.

You hid your face into him, feeling grateful to have him back. You rubbed your face and hands lightly all over him, feeling his warmth and comfort.

"I love it when you snuggle up to me like stray cats," he said, grinning mischievously.

You laughed, hugging him tighter. "I like how you always compliment me even when I look like a bunch of trash. It makes me feel good, and I think it's cute."

He nodded, kissing your temple. "You're beautiful. I can't help but notice."

You blushed, feeling a surge of love for him. "I missed you so much," you said, snuggling even closer.

"I missed you too, babe," he said, holding you tightly. "But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

You smiled, feeling safe and loved in his arms. Nothing could replace the feeling of having him right there with you, and you knew that you would treasure every moment you spent together.

…

The location was peaceful and serene, situated on a private beach along the coast with only a handful of people present, consisting mainly of close family and friends. As you walked up to Alex, accompanied by Miles, you savored the moment when he turned to you with his usual tender gaze, now filled with tears. This emotional moment triggered your own to well up in your eyes. Alex looked dashing with his neatly styled hair held in place with gel, and a single curl disheveled over his forehead, presumably from running his hand through it in nervousness. He had a gorgeous but bashful smile. Without realizing it, tears were cascading down your cheeks silently and freely. 

 "Come on, Mrs. Turner, don't cry," he said as he noticed tears streaming down your cheeks. The comment elicited a bittersweet reaction, making you smile even as you continued to cry. "Is everything alright?" he asked, taking you by the waist and drawing you into a warm embrace. As he held you close, the guests chuckled in the background, amused by the two of you. You nodded, meeting Alex's gaze with still watery eyes, and whispered that you couldn't be happier and that everything was going perfect.

 You had waited for this moment for so long, and now that it had finally arrived, it seemed to pass by in a blur. As you declared your love for him, he did the same, and the exchange of rings followed, albeit a little awkwardly. His hands shook while placing the ring on your finger, and you needed his help to do the same due to your mess state. His touch was so delicate that you could still feel it hours later. Some of the guests congratulated you after and Alex never let go of you. He knew you didn't like the attention, so he held onto your hand or waist as much as possible. He kissed you frequently, whispering in your ear that you could now be called by his last name. After the ceremony, you couldn't wait to be alone with him.  He also complimented you on how beautiful you looked every minute, and every word about it made your mouth go dry like it was the first time. 

As the end of the night approached, Alex suddenly asked for a moment, despite your prior agreement not to make long speeches. He flashed you an apologetic grin that you couldn't resist, and you knew that he had something important to say.

"I'm sorry, I know we agreed not to make speeches, but I just have to say this," Alex began, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. His hands were shaking a little, and you could tell that this was a nerve-wracking moment for him. It was as if he had never stood in front of thousands of people in his life before. "I may never get another chance to do this, so please bear with me, love."

You nodded, curious and a little apprehensive about what he was going to say. You could never be like Alex when it comes to expressing your own feelings in words. As Alex began to read from the paper, his words flowed out beautifully and poetically. He spoke of how, after a few years and a few heartbreaks, he had almost given up on the idea of finding a true soulmate or confidant - until he met you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Alex's words touched your heart. He was the one who ended up crying in front of everyone, and you couldn't help but join in. Telling him that you loved him didn't seem like enough at that moment, so you wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace, letting your tears wash over your souls.

The guests, the people you loved most, applauded you and remarked on how lost you two were for each other. There wasn't much left to say other than how perfect the night had been, and how you would both cherish this memory for years to come.

...

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A Series Of Deductions (Moriarty The Patriot)

Welp, here it is folks. I'm officially a William/Sherlock shipper! (is anyone surprised?)

Heyo everyone! I've been making good strides with Moriarty lately- both with the manga and anime- so much so that I've finally got the inspiration to finish this fic! Credit to a lovely friend of mine here that helped me bring this fic to life! I hope y'all like it as much as I did writing it!

CW: Drinking

Summary: Through a series of accidental turned intentional events, William finds himself in quite the peculiar situation

It wasn’t uncommon to find William James Moriarty among the common folk.

Despite being an aristocrat with the privilege to spend his time at the finest gentleman clubs, the young professor made it a point to frequent the smaller pubs and shops around town. 

Some would say they were simply convenience- most were walking distance from the university, perfect for a drink after those late nights grading. 

Others said he enjoyed the people- anywhere you looked he was chatting up the locals, sharing advice for their various problems and learning little bouts of gossip around town.

Both statements were true, along with other factors.

“Ah, late today, Professor? And here I was starting to think you’ve grown bored of our evening meetings.” Sherlock grinned around a cigarette as William sat beside him, a tad breathless from the run. “Winded too. That excited to see me?”

“Oh hush…I hadn’t intended it, but it seemed sleep got the better of me.” William confessed, a small blush staining his cheeks as he ordered his usual from the bartender. He needed to sleep more; how unprofessional would it be if one of his students found him passed out at his desk, ink staining his cheek?

Not to mention the dream he had while sleeping…a certain long haired detective invading his dreams like a virus.

“Pfft, you, sleeping at your desk? Oh man, I wish I was there!” Sherlock laughed  like a child, slapping a hand on the bar as he threw his head back in mirth. “Remind me to swing by the classroom one of these evenings- I just might catch you. Do you talk in your sleep? What secrets would you share, I wonder…”

“You’re dreaming yourself now, Mr. Holmes.” William shook his head with a small laugh, taking his drink. He was grateful for the large glass; he hoped it hid his mortification at the thought of Sherlock finding him in such a state. “Though if you’re interested in sitting in one of my lectures, you’re free to do so. I’ll be sure to adjust the lecture plan so you can keep up. Does basic addition sound good?”

“Cheeky, aren’t ya?” Sherlock huffed, reaching out without thinking. His finger jabbed William’s side, twisting some upon contact. “And after being late! I’d outta-”

“Heeh!”

Both men froze, Sherlock’s eyes wide in surprise as William’s face flushed a pretty shade of red.

“What was-”

“Nothing.”

“Certainly you’re not-”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Professor…” Sherlock started to grin once more, eyes dancing. “Don’t tell me, you’re ticklish aren’t you?”

William stared him down, debating on how he’d go about this. Denying it would only prompt further investigation, while admitting to it…well, that’d also lead to investigation.

My, he was- to put it in the most Moran-esque way possible- screwed.

His options limited, he finished his drink, slipping his pay plus a tip to the bartender as he smiled at the detective. Leaning against the bar casually, he told him only one thing.

“Catch me, if you can, Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock’s shocked expression was a blur as he bolted from his seat, evading tables and flying out the door before anyone could react. Behind him was wind as he ran, a laugh breaking free from his voice as he heard Sherlock yell something inaudible after him. He felt like a child at that moment, running away like how he ran from Jack with his brothers when lessons proved to be slow. It was exhilarating.

It was only when he got halfway home did he realize he completely forgot about his schoolbag.

~~~

“William, we have a visitor.” Louis’ expression was grim, as if he encountered a rather large spider while tidying up the manor. “Or I should say, you have a visitor. I have a pest.”

“Ah, so Mr. Holmes learned of our address?” William struggled to fight down the laugh in his voice at his brother’s dismay. “I believe I know what business he has with me. I’ll meet him at the door, no need to set anything out.”

“If you’re worried I’d poison him, you shouldn’t. Imagine the mess that’d leave.” Louis tsked, shaking his head in disgust. “We’d never remove the stains.”

“Glad to know you're prioritizing the estate, brother.” William smiled as he stood, making his way towards the door. “We’d never survive without you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d find a way.” Louis waved him off, hiding the flattered smile on his lips with a turn of his face. “Go now before he decides to scale the windows.”

~~

When William arrived, Sherlock was standing alone at the door, William’s schoolbag in hand. “Morning, Professor.” He greeted with an easy grin, nodding at the man’s dressing robe. “Seems you’ve slept in today.”

“Oh this old thing? I prefer staying comfortable for as long as possible, that’s all. No need to dress up for grading.” William eyed his schoolbag curiously; there were no indications someone tried to pry it open, and everything seemed as intact as it was the other day. “You brought my bag?”

“Yeah, couldn’t just leave it there after you took off like a bat out of hell.” There was no resentment or anger in his voice. Sherlock sounded far too amused by the whole ordeal as he held up the bag, wiggling it some. “Come now, take it.”

“I really should apologize, Mr. Holmes. That was rather unsightly of me.” William shook his head as he walked over, taking the bag in question. “Not to mention rude. I’ll avoid leaving so abruptly in our future meetings.”

“Future meetings? You still want to meet up?” Sherlock sounded surprised. William couldn’t tell you why that oddly hurt.

“Apologies, I shouldn’t assume.” William smiled tightly as he stepped back, bag in hand. “Thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Holmes. I’ll take my leave now-”

“Hold on, hold on! You’re as quick with your assumptions as you are with those feet.” Sherlock waved off his goodbye, making the blonde pause. “I’d still like to meet with you, evenings have never felt more fun, you know? Given Watson’s constant nagging of my habits and Miss Hudson going on about the rent or my latest experiment-which I’ll have you know went completely…” The detective cleared his throat when he realized he was rambling. “Point standing; I’d like to continue these evening meetings together…if you’ll have me.”

“My, bashful aren’t we?” William chuckled, even as that last bit of phrasing made something in his chest unravel. “Of course, Mr. Holmes. I’d like that.”

They stood in the hall for a moment more, quiet as they both looked for something to say. This was feeling less and less like a short meeting between men and more like two children declaring their love. William grasped at something to say, but came up blank. Instead, an idea he’d been nursing came to light.

“Well, I should be off then? Same spot at the bar as always, ol’ chap?” Sherlock nodded, turning to the door and heading out.

“Mr.Holmes, before you go. Answer me this?” William called out to him, making Sherlock turn. “Yesterday you inquired about my own sensitivities. I wanted to ask..are you perhaps ticklish?”

It was brief, but a flash of panic Sherlock’s eyes before melting back into a thoughtful expression. That was all William needed to confirm his suspicions. “Am I now? Well, Professor.” Sherlock grinned as he made his way out the door, eyes dancing. “You’ll just have to find out for yourself, won’t you?”

With that, the door clicked shut, leaving William standing there a tad breathless.

“Evenings with Sherlock Holmes?” Moran’s voice cut through his surprise, making him turn. “So that’s where you’ve been?”

“I’d give it a month.” Bonde nodded beside him, something knowing in their expression.

“Half of that, given how direct William is.” Moran shared a grin with his companion.

“If you two are so eager to snoop, might I inquire about your mission details?” William asked cooly, taking small satisfaction in the way they squirmed. “I take it you two haven’t actually gotten to it yet, have you?”

“Heading out now, Will!” Moran reassured, moving past the blonde with Bonde on his heels. “When you hear from us again, we’ll have information for days!”

“Yes. Oh, and William.” Bonde turned one last glance at him as they passed, eyes glittering. “He’s rather fond of brandy. Takes any immediate worries right off his mind. He’d be more focused on…important things.” They winked just as Moran dragged them out the door, leaving a wide eyed William standing by once again, this time his cheeks a tad pink.

~~~

It wasn’t long before the whole tickling thing became part of their evenings together.

Occasionally, without much warning, Sherlock would find ways to poke and prod William’s side whenever they sat at the bar together. It was never longlasting- short little jabs that briefly shocked him back to reality if he started to space out or grew lost in thought. The detective would giggle like a child whenever he did it, the soft sound unfairly charming.

Of course, William wasn’t the type to take such jabs without a fight. It hadn’t taken long before he started returning the favor, sneaking little prods and pokes into Sherlock’s ribs whenever he walked by towards his seat or on his way out. It never failed to get quite the reaction from him- Sherlock would all but fly out of his seat, cheeks dusting a bright pink before his glare melted away into something William couldn’t quite describe.

Their silly game didn’t remain at the bar. In cases they ended up taking together by chance or the impromptu meetup on trains or parties, they had found ways to subtly jab at each other. Never during important times of course, but rather during the quiet hours when stress was lingering. The blonde would be lying if he said he didn’t find the little pokes reminding him of Sherlock’s presence comforting. It was a nice way to step out of the Lord of Crimes mindset and into his own. Into “Liam” as Sherlock would put it.

Accidental meetings turned into more commonplace like the bar, and before long it wasn’t unlikely to see London’s most prominent detective side by side with the bewitching Mathematician; the two of them laughing about whatever as they wandered home, Sherlock pink from alcohol and William all but dragging him back to his home. If rumors existed regarding the details of their relationship, William didn’t know. He preferred not to think about that. It was bad enough his fellow crime consultants were wagging brows at him and tossing out offhanded advice regarding Holmes (and of course- Louis scowling at the name); the idea of the whole town whispering about it…

“Oi, you’ve gone quiet, Professor.” A poke to the ribs brought William right back to the dark streets of London, the smell of cigarettes and cologne floating beside him. “Tell me- what’s on your mind, ol chap?”

“You’re rather drunk, are you?” William asked with a laugh, steadying a swaying Sherlock with one hand. “I told you not to down that last Brandy.”

“Sorry, love. I’ll be sure to listen to the Misses next time.” Sherlock grinned, yelping on a laugh when the blonde shoved him. “Wow, you’re strong, Liam!”

“No, you’re just out of it.” He scanned the streets, creating a mental map in his mind. Without a carriage, the walk to Bakers’ street would take all night. Not to mention the earful they’d both get from Miss Hudson. Deciding to risk the wrath of his brother, William took Sherlock’s arm in his, pulling him along towards home. “Let’s go. You can sleep on the couch tonight.”

“The couch? Oo, I really pissed off the Misses tonight, huh?” Sherlock’s tipsy laugh filled the empty streets as they carried on.

~~~

“Huh. Nice place you’ve got.” Miraculously- Sherlock seemed to sober up almost immediately upon arriving at the Moriarty Estate. Lying across the offered couch, he snuggled in more with a content hum as William brought water and bread. “No surprise a nobleman such as yourself would be living in something so tasteful. Not a single foul odor in the air.”

“Thank you. My brother- along with our housemates- we take care of the place well.” William gestured for him to sit up, offering the water first. “I’d say drink this, but from what I’m seeing, you’re rather oriented.”

“Heh, don’t be fooled by a man’s cover, Liam. I’m definitely buzzed.” Sherlock took the glass, gulping down the contents with a single swig. The bread came and went nearly as fast. “Thank you- That should keep me going a while longer.”

“Right…I’ll bring you a sleep robe and a blanket.” William nodded, turning to go. “Stay put-” Arms suddenly came around him, pulling him back into a broad chest. “Whoa-Mr. Holmes, what are you doing?”

“Liam, I’ve told you. Call me Sherlock.” The brunette grinned in his ear, sending shivers down the blonde’s spine. “Why rush off to bed? You and I’ve got unfinished business.”

Dear lord he couldn’t mean-

“While I’m flattered by the offer, I’d rather we not do it here in the main room.” William started to gently undo the arms around him, a tad irritated when they didn’t budge. “Poor Fred- he tends to get rather hungry at this hour. I’d hate for him to witness something unsightly.”

“Oh I’m sure he’d witnessed this before. Unless you mean to tell me your companions never saw you so…vulnerable?” Sherlock teased, the hand around his waist moving to lie flat against his stomach, fingers poised. Only then William understood what he was intending.

“My word, you’re truly a boar, you know that, Mr. Holmes?” He shook his head with an embarrassed laugh, mentally scolding himself for thinking…why had he been thinking that? “I’m starting to understand now what he meant-” The fingers against his stomach curled, pressing inward and sending a sharp bolt of ticklish electricity up his core.

“I’ll have to ask who “he” is later. For now, our business.” Sherlock carried on clawing gently, deeply satisfied at the way William pressed his mouth flat, squirming in his arms. “You said, if I recall, “Catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes.” Now I have. Come on Liam, we both know you’re ticklish. Why bother hiding it?”

“It-It’s not a mahhahtter of thahaht!” William grunted, grabbing the wrist around his middle as Sherlock started tracing circles with his fingers. “Everyone’s asleheheep! Yoohohu’ll wake thehem up!”

“I won’t- I’m barely speaking over a whisper. You on the other hand.” At this, Sherlock brought his free hand up, gently squeezing against the spot on William’s waist he knew was ticklish. “Are rather loud when giggly. Try not to make too much noise now, dear Liam.”

“Yoohohohu scohoohoundral!” William swore, one hand pressed over his mouth to muffle the noise as his other batted at Sherlock’s. Squirming against his lap, he felt like a child again- Jack gathering him up when he refused to take a break and tickling him until he gave in. It was both comforting and embarrassing- he was so incredibly thankful said man wasn’t up right now. Who knows what little secrets Jack would let slip had he seen such a sight? “Shehhherlock, doohohohn’t!”

“Don’t what, Liam? Don’t stop tickling you? I suppose that’s what you want me to do, right?” Sherlock laughed softly against his back, hands carrying on their playful assault. “You know how I know this? Deduction. If you really wanted me to stop tickling you, you’d tell me so outright. Instead, you’re barely fighting me off. You and I both know I’m barely holding on to you. All you need to do is stand up, and it’ll be all over.

“But you won’t. You won’t because you're enjoying this. I can feel it, Liam. You’re far too relaxed to be someone who despises tickling, and you’ve even given me more spots to try.” Sherlock ran his hand up his side, giving William’s ribs a proper tap and earning a muffled squeak. “The out remains though. If at any point you grow uncomfortable, just say the word and I’ll retract my hands immediately.”

“Hohohohohohw thohoohoorough of yohoohohou wihihihth yohoohohur deheheheductions!” William gave up on trying to cover his mouth, both hands grabbing Sherlocks wrists as they wormed up and down his ribs, leaving little tickly presses at each pass. Soft giggles and squeaks whispered around the room, somehow still quiet enough not to alert anyone. “Hoohoohohohwehehehhver, yohohohohou fahhahahailed to fahahhahctor in soohoohohmething!” “Have I now? What would that be?” Sherlock asked with a grin.

“Yohooohohou’ve fohohohohoorgohohohohotten abohohohohut your ohohohohown wehhehehaknehehehehhess!” With that, he shot a hand down to Sherlock’s leg, squeezing only once.

“AH!” Sherlock squawked, slapping a hand over his mouth just as William slapped his own on top, creating a double layer of flesh. They looked around, waiting for a sound. When nothing came, they met eyes, William raising a finger to his lips.

Sherlock puffed against the hands, eyes squinting as he shook with laughter. William barely fought down his own mirth, ducking his head against his arm as Sherlock’s muffled giggles tickled his ears. “Whahat are wehehee, chihildren?” William gasped out as Sherlock howled in their hands, slapping his leg. This only made William laugh harder, covering his face with his free hand. “Stoohhop, stop- we’ll wake the hohohuse!”

“The house is already awake.” A new voice made them jump, twisting around to find a sour faced Louis glaring. His hair was a mess, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses, but it didn’t take long before an assumption crossed his face, turning his glare into a look of shock. “S-Sherlock Holmes?”

“Well, would you look at the time; I better head home now!” Said detective stood, nodding at the brothers politely. “Thank you so much for having me tonight, Liam. Louie.” The nickname earned him a scary look. “Your brother has been the most gracious host, but alas- it’s time for me to part-”

“It’s 2 in the morning.” Louis cut him off, his tone like ice. “No carriages run this late.”

“I’ll find a way.” Sherlock grinned, growing increasingly nervous. Louis cut his eyes to William once before turning back to the detective, shaking his head.

“The spare room is down the hall and to the left. Make yourself comfortable.” Sherlock seemed frozen by the offer, eyes wide and mouth gaping like a fish. “Breakfast is served at 8. If you’re hungry, stick around. If not, be gone by then.” He gestured, sending a nodding Sherlock on his way. Once he was out of the room, Louis turned to his brother. “Will.”

“Louis-” He began.

“Quiet.” He cut him off, shutting his brother up. It was rare for Louis to take on such a tone with him. Usually he reserved it for Moran. “Listen. You are my brother, and I love and respect you with my entire being. You know that will never change.”

“Louis, I don’t understand-”

“I am not some closed minded fool, Will. I know there are many types of love out there, and I’m happy you’re finding yours.” Louis carried on, pointedly ignoring his brother. “That said, Sherlock Holmes? Of all the men you could fancy, why him?”

“What…What, no, Louis!” William flushed as red as his eyes, mortified. “You got it all wrong-”

“Told you.” Moran smirked up at a just as amazed Bonde by the door. “Half a month.”

“That was three quarters at least.” They argued. “I win by default.”

“No way-”

“Can someone tell me why Sherlock Holmes is in our bathtub? Albert asked, understanding in his eyes as he looked at William. “Ah. Nevermind.”

“Who ate the last bread roll? I was hungry.” Fred appeared, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Louis, do we have any scones left from this morning?”

“I’ll make some.” Jack called from the kitchen, earning a chorus of voices ranging from “Oh that won’t be necessary, Jack!” to “Don’t let that old man cook, he’ll poison us all!”

William only held his face in his hands, suddenly very tired.

What a night.

Thanks for reading!

#MTP #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #Sherliam #This was originally gonna be short #it got long #whoops! #They're in love #even if they won't acknowledge it #kjakrkjaerkjaejkr

[just-barrow]

day 24 of @almost-a-class-act's War Is Helloween prompts!

SAS: Rogue Heroes - Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings, Jim Almonds & Dave Kershaw

Character A turns up wearing a Halloween costume that Character B is extremely into, OR very scared of.

"Oh, fuck."

Jim scans the crowd to figure out who or what has suddenly made Johnny's jaw go slack and his cheeks go red. There are plenty of people who have come to the local pub's Halloween party in revealing costumes, but so far none of them have made Johnny's eyes go dark like this.

Then Jim spots Reg, who has just walked into the pub dressed as a firefighter. A very rugged, sexy firefighter who lost his sleeves somewhere along the way. Jim glances at Johnny, who is about two seconds away from actually drooling, and elbows him.

"I thought you hated him."

Johnny blinks a few times before replying. "I do. I do! He's a dick. But-"

"You want his dick."

"I want his dick." Johnny sighs defeatedly. "God, I hate him."

Jim pats Johnny's shoulder in sympathy. "Men in uniform will do that to you."

"He's so hot. Jim, why is he so hot?" he moans miserably. "I need him to fuck me."

An unsuspecting Reg is leaning on the bar, waiting for his drink and completely unaware of the small crisis he has caused a few tables over. Jim silently regards him as he swaggers his way over to Dave. He has to agree that Reg looks exceptionally hot tonight, with his tight tank top, braces, and small black smudges on his cheeks and arms. He has truly outdone himself.

Next to him, Johnny seems to have lost all brain function.

Jim has always thought Johnny and Reg would make a nice couple if they would just get over themselves. He looks over at Johnny. He is wearing black jeans and boots, a black dress shirt unbuttoned way further than necessary with the sleeves rolled up, and a leather harness on top to cinch in his waist. He is also wearing cat ears.

An idea forms in his head. He quickly texts Dave.

"Come on, let's get you another drink," he says, hoisting Johnny up by the arm and dragging him over towards the bar. While Johnny orders their beers Jim catches Dave's eye, who gives him a discreet thumbs up.

Once they've been handed their drinks, Jim makes sure to steer Johnny towards the others. Encouraged by Dave's shit-eating grin, he gives Johnny a small push so he stumbles right into Reg's strong, well-defined arms.

Reg instinctively catches Johnny by the biceps to keep him from falling. It takes him a second to realize who it is, his gaze drawn to the slender, leather-clad waist and large strip of bare chest on display.

Dave whistles loudly before either of them get a chance to start snarking at each other. "I think this little kitten might need some saving, Reg."

Johnny's blush deepens. He can't stop himself from staring at Reg, and he doesn't seem to have noticed that his free hand is gently petting Reg's chest.

Reg is the first to find his voice. "I like your costume."

"Thanks," Johnny says breathlessly. "Me too. Like your costume, I mean."

Reg is still holding him, his hands smoothly sliding from Johnny's arms to his waist. He fingers the leather strap he finds there.

Johnny gives him a seductive little smile.

With a bump of their fists, Jim and Dave grin at each other and make a slow retreat.

Later that evening, after Jim accidentally walks in on Johnny and Reg passionately making out in one of the bathroom stalls, he texts Dave.

Smiling a little smugly to himself, Jim adjusts his cupid costume and heads home.

#war is helloween #my fic #sas rogue heroes #johnny cooper #reg seekings #jim almonds #dave kershaw

[storiesofsvu]

Prompt 91. “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.” - Sonny Carisi please? Thankyou

You and Sonny had been work partners since he transferred into SVU, you showing him the ropes of how the Manhattan department ran things, and what was expected from him in return.

You became friends, even though it took a while, at first you often referred to him as the lost puppy that followed you around.

After enough late nights of paperwork, take out and stake outs stuck in a cold car together, you finally realized all the things you had in common. Similar music tastes to help the hours of paperwork go by easier, getting to know exactly what the other wanted for a late night meal, endless hours of i spy, fuck marry kill, six degrees of separation to pass the time on overnights

It was fairly often that Sonny would show up to work with an extra coffee and crueler for you, and despite your knowledge of him harboring a little crush on you, you weren't quite sure where you stood yet, and didn't want to lead him on, opting to just remain friendly and professional.

So when you were out questioning potential witnesses at a pub, he got a little hot headed when the day bartender (who hadn't been working the shift you'd been looking for) flirted his way through a conversation with you. Even moreso when you flirted back, handing him your card "just in case"

You didn't miss the attitude coming off him for the rest of the day, or the way he very quickly turned down the offer for drinks after work. You figured you'd let him stew, that it'd wear off after a bit. but when he came in to work the next morning hung over with a forming hickey just under the collar of his shirt you realized he really was trying to blow off steam

that was also the moment you realized you were jealous of whoever he'd been with the night before, and that certainly wasn't something friends did.

over lunch was when the bartender texted you, inviting you out to drinks that night and you figured, why not? if sonny wasn't going to make a move, you could do whatever you wanted, right?

"who're ya texting?" he grumbled, looking up at the dopey smile on your face

"none of your business"

"its that bartender, isn't it?"

"why do you care?"

with a huff, sonny shoved back from his desk, saying something about having to run an errand and disappeared for the rest of the day

he only popped back up when he realized he'd forgotten something in his locker, finding you in the locker room changed into something nicer, your hair down, fluffed out and putting on lipstick. your eyes met his in the mirror for a moment before he glanced down

"don't go on that date."

"why?" you questioned with a huff

"you know why." he glanced back up in the mirror, catching your gaze once again and there was a near misting of tears in his eyes

"say it." you flipped your locker closed, turning to him as you crossed your arms over your chest. "maybe if you learnt to use your damn words we wouldn't even be here in the first place."

"how was I supposed ta tell my best friend that i was falling in love with them and risk everything if they didn't feel the same way?"

your breath caught in your throat "oh sonny...."

suddenly he was stepping forward, a hand cupping your cheek tenderly, his own face inches from yours as he surveyed your face, the way you relaxed into his body, hands resting on his shoulders, both of you near daring the other to make the first move.

"may i" he asked in a whisper, his nose nudging at yours

"please do." you replied, tilting your head up to his to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

aand yeah that's all youre getting cause its long enough already lolol

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #sonny carisi headcanon #hurt/comfort

[corinnesamuels]

Crashing, Chapter 4

This story is part of the Mixed Up Writers Fest, with the prompt: Friends to lovers (Or childhood friends to lovers!) Person A and Person B have been best friends for a long time. They've also been secretly in love for far longer than either will admit. Perhaps nothing would have ever happened, except Person A's apartment flooded, and Person B invites them to stay until things are fixed. My partner is the incomparable @cesays.

And (This very late 🤦‍♀️) Chapter 4 is written by corinnesamuels.

Remus “Moony” Lupin: You could at least try not to jump to conclusions, James.

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: Have you *met* James?

James “Prongs” Potter: Who says I’m jumping to conclusions?

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: You’re going all Paddington Bear every time you look at Gideon.

James “Prongs” Potter: It’s *not* a Paddington Bear stare!

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: And now you’re giving it to the screen of your mobile.

Remus “Moony” Lupin: Sirius, please. Solutions.

James “Prongs” Potter: On a scale of 1 – 10, how likely is it that Lily will take Gid the Git up on his offer?

Remus “Moony” Lupin: Gid the Git isn’t your best work…

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: 10. And James the Giant Knob Head will be entirely at fault.

James Potter: Me??? How would any of this be my fault?

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: Because you refuse to make a move on Evans yourself. So whenever she has an itch that needs a good scratching, she entertains him, and we have to deal with you being all moody.

James Potter: I do not get moody!

Sirius and Remus put their phones down and fixed James with blank stares. It must have attracted the rest of the group’s attention because before Sirius or Remus could respond and tell James that he absolutely gets moody when Lily spends time with Gideon, Mary called to them from the other end.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you three that secrets don’t make friends?” Mary craned her neck as if to better see their phones, but they knew she was too far away to see anything incriminating. “What are you lot on about?”

“Secret plans for world domination.” Sirius, Remus, and James replied on command, causing Mary to roll her eyes and Lily to chuckle behind her drink.

“Seriously, James.” Sirius leaned in, ignoring Mary’s eye roll and her usual response of, ‘I’m sure they’ll grow up one day.’ 

“Man up and make your move or else Gideon will. Again. Is that what you want to obsess about? Lily in his bed instead of in yours?”

James could only grumble in his annoyance.

As Sirius walked to the bar to buy the next round, the group mostly went on with their evening, most of them ignoring the knowing smirks Gideon kept throwing Lily’s way. James knew that Sirius wasn’t wrong, though he hated to admit it. He would absolutely be in his flat stewing over the idea of Lily falling into bed with Gideon, who actually wasn’t that bad of a guy, though James hated to admit it.

But making a move wasn’t that easy. Lily isn’t some woman he met at the pub. James could risk being turned down and go on about his evening if she were. No harm, no foul. But Lily isn’t just some woman he met at the pub. She’s one of his best friends, and the awkwardness that would follow would be nearly unbearable.

“But would it be more unbearable than watching her leave with Gideon?”

James stared at Remus, slightly shocked by his response. Remus smirked.

“You didn’t realize you were talking out loud, did you?”

James gave a furtive glance across the table, but it didn’t look as if anyone else had overheard. “Not at all.” He fiddled with his glass as he watched Lily and Mary dance to a song Mary must have chosen. Mary looked far too happy to be singing it, while Lily looked almost embarrassed. Odd, considering how often he’d seen Lily recite lyrics far raunchier than “I Touch Myself.”

“I have to say, I think you’re worrying too much.” Remus downed the last of his drink before placing the empty glass back on the table.

James raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re one to talk. Are you really lecturing me on excessive worrying?”

Remus just shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Sometimes you need to take your own advice.”

For once, James didn’t argue.

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#mixed up writer fest #jple #muggle au

[glitterandmoondustofficial]

Side To Side

Chapter 244: Everything Else Can Wait

Notes:

Characters: Law, Penguin, Heart Pirates Rating: Gen Warnings: None Notes: Hello! Things have been wild lately. Lots of stuff happening irl and also Baldur's Gate 3 came out...enjoy!

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Law watched Jun and Ikkaku on deck as they hugged. It was good to see them finally starting to be normal again. The drama from the past few days had been affecting the whole crew’s morale, which had already been low due to Ruby being gone. 

The crew was still working through it. Everyone had gone back to almost normal. The sea shanties were back, the rowdy pub nights were back, stupid, avoidable injuries while horsing around was back. It was almost perfect. Almost.

Ruby was still gone and Law wasn’t far off from leaving either. He had a feeling that everyone on the Tang was just really good at playing pretend. Maybe everyone was just trying to avoid the inevitable loss of their captain. Law knew he was trying to act like he was fine and nothing was bothering him.

Law sighed and looked back to the spot in the sea he was fishing in. He watched the ripples in the water and the sun reflecting on the surface. It was getting no bites while everyone else seemed to be doing well. Maybe they had left that island too early. Sure, it would have cost them more money, but buying some steaks would have been a break from staring at the ocean fruitlessly for hours.

He heard a sigh and someone sat next to him. He didn’t bother looking over but his frown did deepen, knowing he was about to have to talk instead of moping silently.

“I think the dark energy you’re giving off is scaring away the fish,” Penguin said lightheartedly. Law rolled his eyes but said nothing. “Would you like a beer?” Law grunted and Penguin sighed in response. “You’re not doing a very good job at acting like you’re okay.”

“When have I ever been “okay?”” Law asked him monotone.

“Hmmm,” Penguin hummed out like he was actually thinking about it. “Well…”

“That was rhetorical.”

Penguin grinned. “I’m just saying that you should be happy that you’re still here and with us.”

Law sighed and rubbed his face because Penguin was correct. He should spend the rest of the time he had left with his crew being happy. He shouldn’t mope around. 

Yet here he was, moping around and feeling sorry for himself. 

Penguin sighed, his seemingly positive aura fading away with his smile. “I was really hoping that Ruby had been just drunk,” he mumbled.

Law ears perked up and he looked at Penguin. “Come again?”

Penguin’s lips twitched. “It’s probably nothing but…” he looked around and Law did the same, realizing that Penguin was about to tell him something private. They looked back at each other when they both felt like they were able to have a private conversation.

“What do you have to say?” Law prompted, trying to sound neutral and not at all irritated or anxious.

“There was a time…when we had gone to a pub but you stayed on the Tang. Ruby got drunk and I wanted to walk her home to make sure she didn’t fall in the ocean. She was so drunk. I can’t remember the last time I had ever seen her so drunk. I guess it was before you two, you know,” he pushed his two index fingers together like that was supposed to mean something.

“Alright…your point?”

“She, and let me emphasize how drunk she really was, said that you were planning on dying in Dressrosa.” Law remained silent and looked back to the ocean. “She was so drunk and started crying, you know how much of a crybaby she is, so I just wrote it off as her being anxious about you leaving, but…” he trailed off. “I started thinking about how I’ve been in your life longer, how much longer I’ve known you. We’ve been together for so much. We’ve fought and made up, we’ve experimented in kitchens and labs, you trained me in the medical field, I feel like I should know by now when you’re going off to die.”

Law clenched his jaw and reeled in his fishing line. “What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to tell me that Ruby was just drunk and that I'm an idiot for even thinking of believing her.”

“Then Ruby was just drunk and you’re an idiot for believing her.”

Penguin frowned deeply. “Why do you want to die?”

Law sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I never said that I wanted to die. You know how Ruby gets, she gets weepy and anxious. Why do you think I always try to keep her from getting totally wasted.”

Penguin turned to look at the ocean. He sighed. “You must think I’m an idiot.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why lie? I really am an idiot for not realizing it earlier. Maybe I could’ve stopped you.”

“Nothing can stop me. I’ve made my decision to go and I’m going. Especially now that Ruby is waiting for me.” Law stood up, no longer wanting to be a part of this conversation.

“Yeah,” Penguin said distantly. “Ruby is waiting for you. Trying to stop you from your suicide mission.” Law ignored him and started to walk away. “I’ll keep this from the crew, some of us aren’t as emotionally mature as me and can handle the fact their captain wants to die.”

Law didn’t respond and continued to walk. Of course Ruby blabbed to Penguin when she was drunk off her ass. Penguin was right, he was one of the more mature and stable members and Law knew that Ruby felt extremely safe around Penguin. 

So now two people he loved knew he hadn’t planned on coming home. Law should be thankful that Penguin was going to keep quiet. If anyone else found out there would be a problem. He couldn’t imagine how Bepo would react to finding out that nugget of information. 

Law walked into the kitchen and towards the coffee pot. He sighed when he saw it was empty. He debated with himself whether to start up a new pot or to just take some caffeine pills. He did buy all those bottles from that last island after all.

He heard Clione cleaning the appliances in the kitchen. He stated it had been time for a deep clean and that he was going to make sure everything sparkled by dinner. He flexed his fingers and turned to walk out of the kitchen. 

“Need a snack, Captain?” He heard Clione call after him.

“Ah, no,” Law scratched the back of his head. “I was looking for coffee.”

“Sorry, Cap! I cleaned out the pot. Ran vinegar through it and everything!”

Law relaxed. “No big deal. I’ll get out of here so you can continue with your deep clean.”

“Thanks!”

Law wandered out of the kitchen and found himself in front of his bedroom door. He stared at it with a lonely look on his face. If Ruby was here she would’ve made him a pot of coffee and a snack. She would have brought him to bed to take a nap together. He took in a deep breath and let out the loudest and most pathetic sigh he thought he had ever done. He slouched and hung his head low, making sure he looked as pathetic and sad as he felt. He wanted Ruby. He wanted to play with her hair and listen to her talk about nail polish for an hour.

He took another deep breath and stood up straight, He rotated his neck around and cracked his knuckles. Alright. He was done being a depressed sea slug. He was going to return to the deck and fish with his crew. He turned to walk away, his shoes squeaking against the floor, when he paused. He heard…

His head whipped around and he threw open his bedroom door. He stared at the ringing den den mushi with an almost crazed expression. He rushed to the snail and took three breaths. He picked up the receiver and cleared his throat.

“Hello?”

The line was silent for a moment and Law had never felt more anxious. “Hey,” a romantic voice came out of the snail. “It’s me.”

Law gripped the receiver and let out a breath. “Ruby,” he croaked, unable to stop his rapidly beating heart. “What took you so long to call?”

Ruby was silent again before she sighed. “You said to wait to call you until I was safe, alone, and on Dressrosa, didn’t you?” She asked in a hushed but amused voice. “It’s about 3:00 in the morning here,” she yawned. 

Law wanted to say that she could have waited until she had slept to call but Law was also an incredibly selfish man and was unbelievably happy to hear her accent again. He picked up the snail and walked to the bed. He sat down on the bed and sighed. “It’s the middle of the day here,” he said. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m…alright,” she said. “I miss everyone.”

“Everyone misses you, too. Ikkaku especially. She’s been a brat about it.”

Ruby chuckled. “She didn’t cause too much trouble did she?”

“You have no idea,” he grumbled and Ruby chuckled again. 

“I miss you,” she said. “I hate sleeping alone.”

Law felt himself smile. “Doesn’t surprise me. You’re a big baby.” He briefly thought about when she hated sleeping around people.

“Rude,” she mumbled. “I have no real updates for you, hon. I just arrived earlier today and spent all day just trying to find a place to stay for the next…well…you know…”

“Yeah, I do,” he sighed. “You can worry about all that after you’ve slept and had a good meal.”

“Yeah,” she yawned again. “I will.”

“Why don’t you do that now?” He said, like he didn’t want to just talk to her for the next five hours.

“Not yet.” He could hear the smile on her face. “I want to say “hi” to everyone.”

Law’s eyes softened as he stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, you probably should. I think they’d throw me overboard if they found out you called and I didn’t let them talk to you.”

Ruby giggled in response. “I love you, Law.”

Law paused when he felt tears blur his vision. He looked down at the snail and smiled. “I love you, too, Ruby.”

After Law wiped his face to make sure no embarrassing tears marked it, and after he grabbed Clione, he walked on deck with the den den mushi .

“Everyone,” he called in his clear, “captain voice.” Everyone turned to look at him curiously. Their eyes landed on the den den mushi in his hands and he felt the morale of his crew grow to new heights. 

“Ruby!!” They exclaimed and rushed over to Law. 

Law grinned as he heard Ruby laugh and saw his crew tear up in joy. They could talk about the plan later. They could talk about work later. That wasn’t important right now. Just listening to her voice was all he wanted.

Nearly three weeks later, Law had heard Ruby’s beautiful voice. Everything else could just wait.

#one piece #op fanfic #lawxoc #law x oc #trafalgar law #heart pirates #sela ruby #ruby sela #side to side #whomp whomp i updated #i didn't play any baldur's gate until i finished this #whooooooooooo

[biosurvive]

random dialogue prompts -> @biovaliant -> "You're in loooove."

Chris was glaring the moment Claire's teasing started, cobalt gaze staring at her while he kept his hands busy frosting the cake that his sister had just pulled from the oven, a grimace already on his face when he realized he fucked up and didn't wait for the cake to cool. "Would you pipe down? He'll hear you!" He reprimands by shaking the butter knife at her in warning. Apparently both Claire and Jill thought it'd be nice to play matchmaker at this week's family dinner and invited Piers over without asking him, and now the sniper was happily chatting with Jill as she flipped burgers outside on the grill. He of course had immediately volunteered to help Claire out in the kitchen, though in reality he wanted to chastise his sister for her meddling. In truth he wasn't that mad, if anything it warmed his heart that Claire was still able to read him so well and that she wanted him to be happy, and this no doubt came from residue of their six years as the only family one another had, when he never brought home a boyfriend. Perhaps Claire felt like she missed out on being the annoying little sister who just wants her brother to find romance, and as sweet as it was, he didn't need Claire to make things worse by pressuring the guy he didn't want to lose, and who he desperately is in love with.

"Claire, Piers has no business getting into a relationship. He just got his promotion, he no doubt wants to focus on that. His former Captain is probably furthest from his mind." In reality it hurt, he missed Piers, and the few times they got together to get a meal at the nearby pub wasn't anything like before when they spent almost every moment together. He was so happy Piers got the promotion he deserved after China, and he was also happy he was allowed to take a few months break from being a Captain himself before resuming his full time work. But absence truly makes the heart grow fonder and the Claire for sure noticed just how lovelorn he looked whenever she brought the sniper up. He wanted nothing more than to have a relationship with Piers, but his own stilted fear gave him pause. "He'll be moving on with his life, it's probably best I do the same."

#chris being STUPID #claire watching piers staring at chris longfully while chris doesn't notice: aRE You sERiOuS??? #biovaliant

[elfkissing]

Day 7 of @martimweek: Epiphany, aka taking your coworker out for ‘friendly platonic drinks’ and finding out that his laugh makes you swoon a little [Image ID: First image- A digital drawing of Martin Blackwood. Martin is a fat Mexican-Polish man with dark curly hair, facial moles, and blue glasses. He is wearing a yellow and dark blue jacket over a blue sweater with a trans flag pin and a gay flag pin. He is holding his hand up to his face as he laughs with his eyes closed. You can see his breath as he laughs. He is backlit by the light of the pub behind him, which is blurred. Second image- A digital drawing of Tim Stoker. Tim is a Malaysian man with short hair and a hearing aid in his left ear. He is wearing a brown jacket with a fur collar and a small rose decal on the left side over a dark red turtleneck. His face is mildly surprised as he blushes, his breath also visible. He is backlit by the same pub. End ID.]

#tma #magpod #the magnus archives #tim stoker #martin blackwood #martim #martimweek2021 #my art #I realized while I was doing this that there was also a pub prompt that this could've fit but I would've missed it by the time this was done #so oh well epiphany works #my first foray into martim!! they're very sweet I like them #and I like all the content that's come out of martim week it's been very cute to look at

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(this was a prompt sent via discord and is really and truly, and i mean this very seriously, hot fucking garbage. a wolfstar meet...cute via butts and wrong text messages)

We're back at the hospital because James lit his butthole on fire again.

You have the wrong number but PLEASE keep me updated, oh my fucking god.

Oh. Shit. Sorry

No! I want to hear everything!

It's a long story

I have time if you do.

I'm sitting in the hospital waiting room while my friend gets his butt bandaged. I have endless time.

Call me. I love a good butt story and my Tuesday evening has been far too quiet.

Remus ordinarily didn't make it a habit of talking on the phone, let alone dialing the number for a complete stranger. But he was alone in the hospital waiting room, surrounded by people waiting for their loved ones, outdated magazines. Someone down a few seats kept clearing their throat anxiously; a child was kicking their legs and making the whole bench shake, their mother sending apologetic glances. The night had been weird enough, this might as well happen too.

Ring

Ring,

"I am on the edge of my seat," the voice on the other end said. Deep, and slightly scratchy, like they had just been smoking, with a crisp accent, "and I have a few questions."

"Do you want your questions answered first?"

"Kind of."

"Alright?"

"Who is James and why was his butt over an open flame?"

"My best mate. And..it...wasn't really."

"Well, why was he running around pantless?"

"I...asked...him to. Sort of. Also...not really, but...yes mostly," Remus started slowly, realizing how that statement sounded and he felt his face flush. He stood up from his seat and walked to a different part of the waiting area, knowing full well his embarrassment was about to get worse.

"I mean, good for you, mate. Run a tight ship?"

"Fucking hell, not like that--"

"So he didn't take off his trousers and pants because you asked him to?"

"The situation is a lot more nuanced if you'd like to listen."

"Sure, sure, one thing? What's the hospital?"

"St. Mungos. That's not important."

"Right, right, sorry, continue."

....

James Potter never did anything by halves. Remus had known him since they were eleven, and even in their twenties, James's brain screamed go big or go home.

Even though it usually ended in go so big you have to go home, Remus making mental notes of the hospital trips and the pubs they had been kicked out of for doing something, in retrospect, very stupid. Remus couldn't help himself. It was too easy goading James, and it was too much fun watching his ridiculous ideas come to life. And Remus worked an incredibly boring desk job. Returning to their flat after a long day and doing something stupid with James had always been his favorite way to blow off steam.

That day it happened to be throwing cheese puffs into James's mouth from increasing distances across the room.

"At least try to make it challenging, Remus!" James said around a mouthful of cheese puff.

"You could take off your glasses?"

"Remember when we did that last time?"

Remus did. James had tripped and broken their glass coffee table. 13 stitches on his friend's arm.

"Okay, what...if...I lit them on fire?" Remus suggested and a wide smile split over James's face. "They'll probably go out mid-air...just maybe have water...nearby?"

"Safe."

"Definitely."

"Let's do it."

It was all fun and games. It always was. Remus grabbed his lighter from the back of his jeans lighting the cheese balls on fire and sending them across the room. It was certainly harder this time around, with the added element of adrenaline as some of the flames didn't make it into James' mouth and threatened to singe the carpet instead, Remus on high alert to stamp out the flames that lingered far too long. James was quick to drink water, the cheeseballs just hot when they passed through his mouth but never fully aflame.

"This is too easy! It's all the same!" James shouted after landing four half-lit balls in his mouth.

"I don't think the sport of cheeseballs is particularly competitive, it might be okay."

"What else you got?"

"Catch them in your butt."

"Yes."

"James I was joking."

"Too bad," James was already unzipping his fly, and Remus knew no matter what he said at least one cheeseball was going to be sent flying towards James' ass. James pulled the waistband of his briefs down with his jeans, turning around and bending over, so his arse was up in the air, "Do it!"

"James--"

"Do IT!"

"This very much confirmed that I have no interest in going into the medical field," Remus said dryly. "Quads are nice though."

"You're too kind, mate, I've been trying to squat more, you know, tired of the jokes about missing leg day."

"Who was making those jokes?"

"Everyone!"

"Everyone?"

"Yes!"

"Can't argue with that logic," Remus said, stepping closer to James, "You might have to spread your cheeks or something if you actually want to catch--"

"I was going to! Come on, you act like you've never thrown a cheeseball at a man's butthole before!"

"Believe it or not--"

"Please, I hear you in that room of yours, there's not a chance in hell---"

"You know what? Shut up and spread your cheeks, Potter," Remus said slipping his thumb along lighter and holding the cheeseball above it.

Remus had expected it to put itself out before it reached James's skin.

He had even expected it to land somewhere on the carpet.

But Remus watched in slow motion, as this particular cheeseball, thrown at a much closer distance, made its journey through the air landing on the ground just as James lost his balance for the first time in his life, toppling backward, his arse lining up perfectly with the open flame. A comedy of errors. It didn't feel real.

It took a moment.

And then.

"REMUS MY BUTT IS ON FIRE, MY BUTT IS ON FIRE."

"WELL PUT IT OUT!"

"YOU PUT IT OUT!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT?! GO SIT IN THE FUCKING SINK OR--"

"COME BLOW ON MY BUTT!"

"I'M NOT BLOWING ON YOUR BUTT, JAMES!"

"REMUS MY BUTT IS ON FIRE, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE STANDARDS ABOUT--" Remus grabbed the glass of water that James had been using for safety, throwing the remainder of its contents at his friend's backside, the flames that had clung to tiny hairs on James's skin, extinguishing.

Another silence.

"I'll get the keys."

"I'll get my arse pillow," James said, "My mother is going to murder me."

....

"So uh...that's...that. Just your friendly game of...fire-butt."

The man on the other side of the phone had been laughing consistently for about five minutes. He had started when Remus had explained his suggestion for James to take down his pants in the first place.

"You're a really good friend, mate," the man said through laughter. It was loud and carefree. It made Remus want to laugh too, even though it was at his expense.

"He didn't have to do it!"

"You threw fire at your friend!"

"Okay...yes and for a moment...it...looked like it would be okay?"

"I still have a question though."

"What's that?"

"Well, two."

"Okay?"

"Are you the tall bloke near the wheelchairs on the right-hand side of the reception desk?"

"What?" Remus scanned the room, looking frantically for someone else who was on the phone, only to drop his almost immediately. His phone screen might as well be shattered too. Remus's mouth went dry as a man with dark hair wearing a leather jacket walked towards him, taking his phone away from his ear. He was holding flowers in his other hand, wearing a smile that catapulted Remus into another reality.

Never mind that Remus just told this Greek Demi-God he was responsible for his friend's hospitalization. Never mind that Remus had admitted to being responsible for several other hospitalizations and having the impulse control and sense of humor of an errant teenage boy. His face flushed as the man got closer and Remus could see tattoos and high cheekbones and a tight t-shirt that didn't leave anything to the imagination. Remus very much wanted to play fire-butt with this man.

"Are you the arsehole accomplice?"

"That's...please don't call me that."

"Butthole bandit?"

Remus couldn't help but chuckle, "Stop it."

"Derriere Delinquent."

"How many have you got?"

"Caboose...culprit? I think that's it," the man grinned, now standing in front of Remus, "Do you have an actual name, or do you want to choose your favorite?"

"Remus. Derriere Delinquent wasn't bad though."

"Sirius, nice to meet you. Thanks for accidentally texting me, you've...effectively made my night," Sirius said scanning Remus with light eyes that he couldn't place the color of.

"Yeah... I uh...can see how this might end up okay, after all." Remus said, "What's with the flowers?"

"For your friend. With the burnt butt."

"That...was nice of you."

"I figured someone should be concerned with his well-being seeing as though you're the one who put him here in the first place."

"Fair enough." Remus shook his head, his heartbeat speeding up slightly at the strangers' quick remarks.

"I still had one more question."

"Oh?"

"....Your...text said again," Sirius said, "As in...his butt specifically had been lit on fire...before."

"Oh. Oh...no. Did I say again? I don't think I did. I think you--"

"No, I most definitely remember you saying again."

"Well...that's a story too."

Sirius looked around the waiting room, "Looks like we've still got time."

#drabble #i don't even know what to call this #nothing matters #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #shenanigans #james potter and his rag tag crew of butt enthusiasts

[itsclydebitches]

Now that I’m officially in the fandom, I would like to offer the idea that Trent did not suddenly become a disaster gay in the season two finale. This is the man who:

Originally commanded the press room like a shark scenting blood, only to start stumbling over things the second Ted came along: like needing to thank Ted for the glasses compliment, the awkward little gesture he makes after “bring it on, baby,” Daily Planet, the wink. It quickly reaches a point where the mood in the room has entirely shifted regarding him with everyone rolling their eyes and chorusing, “—the Independent”

“Coach Ted Lasso of America.” A truly awkward greeting that just happens to mirror Trent’s desire to expand on his own name? Okay, okay.

During the interview there’s that Trent.exe has stopped working moment when he’s compared to a Roomba. He is forced to sit among a sea of little kids (he pulls it off, but it’s inherently undignified) and outs himself as a nerd by rushing to explain what A Wrinkle in Time is to a guy who hates him.

The first “date” involves Trent failing to speak up for himself about what he wants to eat—sure, let Ted order—and immediately experiences intense regret as the food is so hot he’s stumbling over his own words. Better yet, Ted asks him what he loves and Trent is caught with a mouthful of water, blinking in panic, and doesn’t even come up with a save himself, but just hastily agrees with Ted’s prompt. Not very smooth anymore, huh? He’s then treated to one of Ted’s heartfelt speeches and the disarming revelation that yes, Ted likes him, so Trent… runs away. He legit runs away. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think people who actually have tight deadlines that night agree to dinner in the first place, only to skedaddle when the food gets there (whether they like the food or not). He was beating a hasty retreat.

Later Trent appears to ditch his date just so he can get a quote from Ted. “Of all the pub joints,” he says, as if Trent doesn’t know exactly where Ted lives and what places he frequents after all that research. Poor mustache man is waiting out in the cold while Trent tries to flirt under the guise of a professional just doing his job. This is also the first time we see his awkward, but supremely adorable, “Love our chats” as an exit strategy.

A lot of fans have expressed disappointment or disbelief that Trent warned Ted about the article over text message, but I suggest that this man is too much of a disaster to manage that conversation in person. Text is far safer, especially after the Indian debacle.

THEN we get the scene where Trent:

a) Waits an undetermined amount of time to talk to Ted in person.

b) Waits in a sexy wall lean pose and is careful to stay there when Ted spots him. Trent doesn’t rush after him like he did with Jamie. He wants Ted to see.

c) Admits that he tanked his carrier just to do right by Ted. Nbd, bestie.

d) Draws attention to his cool fashion and even cooler hair.

e) Makes the super sexy decision to admit he can’t ride a bike.

f) Makes the even sexier decision to compare Ted to his dad.🤦‍♀️

g) “Love our chats.”

h) Hopefully offers Ted a ride home and, when he’s turned down, resorts to a freaking finger gun.

i) Realizes that in his excitement to see his crush he managed to lock himself out of his car. That “Shit!” contains both frustration and intense relief that Ted didn’t accept the ride and see him floundering. 

Conclusion: Trent has always been a disaster gay in front of Ted, it’s just been getting worse. And I for one think that’s beautiful.

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #trent/ted #what is their ship name #i need it for reasons

[beanswrites]

"A Second Chance I Didn't Want" Asra x MC, from "The Arcana"

You know how I usually say that whatever I'm posting here is a cute fluffy one-shot? Yeah, this is not it. This is probably the angstiest, sourest, saddest one-shot I've written in a LONG time. But hey, this anon right here did request for it to be angsty as heck! (And I took that personally)

My readers, after reading this one-shot: Have you ever considered... Therapy?

I'm warning you now, this is really triggering and might not be for some people. I cried while writing, if it matters. Yet, you can always check out my masterlist for loads of fluff!

Requests are open! Check out my rules for requesting (pinned post) before placing your request, or pick something from my prompts list!

Also available on AO3!!!

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Word count: 1300 words

Trope: Angst, Angst with an unhappy ending

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x gn! MC

AU: none

Warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide

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Another day passed, feeling like it lasted years. Sure, the saying was true: "Time flies when you are having fun" But each saying has its other side. Time also feels never-ending when you are miserable.

To be fair, MC wasn't miserable, yet they weren't happy either. The apprentice was very familiar with this feeling, the feeling of numbness. Lately, it's all they've been feeling. Nothing fazed and nothing bothered, nothing managed to bring a single tear or even a laugh. Oh, but how they tried.

Portia made MC's favorite dish every day. Every time she would see them, she'd always bring them a hot plate of the delicious food they liked so much in hopes of getting them to smile, even once. Just to get them to eat one little bite.

Nadia was the one who'd always invite them over for tea, or even for a quick stroll around Vesuvia. They did reply and went a couple of times, trying not to hurt the countess' feelings. But, lately, the pile of Nadia's lavender-scented invites was only getting bigger and bigger, as it was left untouched. For several weeks.

Julian took them out to the Rowdy Raven a couple of times, buying them beer and requesting their favorite songs to play. They used to love hanging out with everyone in the pub! Memories of the time MC was snorting with laughter would always overflow Ilya's mind whenever he returned to their favorite tavern. It was clear that those times were long gone.

And Asra.. Poor Asra! He's probably gone through most for MC. The way they were suffering was unbearable for him. The magician loved his apprentice with everything he had, and he wanted to make sure that the other half of his heart beating in their chest will never have to suffer an ounce of pain again. He noticed right away that something was off. That with each day, MC was getting greyer, losing that warm, happy aura they used to have.

He went through so many sleepless nights worrying that it was him. That he had done something wrong. Maybe he wasn't good enough of a partner? Good enough of a master for MC?

Soon, he realized it was far more complicated than that. It wasn't a particular person or a thing that did this to them. It wasn't even their fault! They tried their hardest every day, and Asra appreciated that. He was always there for them, talking, kissing, and cuddling the pain away. But it was never enough.

MC first changed once their memories were retrieved. Everybody knew they weren't doing fine even before that, but the change in their behavior was a lot more visible after that. They became quieter, more distant. It was obvious that something about their past haunted them.

Now, MC was sweeping the floor of their oh-so-quiet shop. They knew that Asra will be home soon. After he noticed they were hanging by a thread, he didn't dare to leave them alone for more than a day. Of course, that meant that his regular trips were cancelled since he had to get home to his MC.

All kinds of thoughts were pooling up in MC's mind. That's what being alone did to them - not having anybody to talk to, not having any quick repairs to cope. The scariest place in the world is your own mind. And their mind? Their mind was full of all sorts of dark places.

They didn't want this. MC didn't ask for this! The first chance, the first shot at this crazy little thing called life was enough, and they didn't need more. They fucked up that first chance, didn't they? For as long as they could remember, the never-ending sadness was there, swirling deep in their chest.

Some people understood. Their friends, their closest ones, completely understood the ache and the tears, and never judged the poor apprentice. But some people didn't understand. The people who'd say: "You have no right to be unhappy! You have everything, your life is great! You have a home, you have friends and a wonderful partner, why are you so miserable?!"

And unfortunately, MC listened. They did think they were crazy for a while. The people were right. They had everything anyone could ever ask for and more. Yet, the voices in their mind kept whispering: "They'd be better off without you.."

MC remembers how angry, how mad they've gotten at Asra for what he did. As if he did anything wrong! He just wanted to save the love of his life, he wanted a chance to reverse their horrible faith. But they didn't want to be saved. Instead of kissing and hugging him as the prize for what a hero he was, MC started crying about how he reversed the cards.

It wasn't as if MC wasn't grateful for everything Asra did. That gesture meant everything, it meant more than a thousand "I love you's" He's given them something many people can't even hope to have: A second chance. A second chance they didn't want.

Now, the worst guilt imaginable flew through their veins. A person they love gave up half of his heart for them, and they didn't even want it! They didn't want to have a heartbeat anymore! How does one tell that to their lover? That it would have been better if he kept his heart complete?

Maybe, they could still give the heart back. Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much anymore if it came back to its original place in Asra's chest, if it reunited with its other half. And it would be so easy, so easy to just take it - to rip it from their chest and give it back to him.

They've dropped the broom from their shaky palms. Just like the ancient magic of The Arcana, something was pulling them - chanting their name like a mantra.

"Do it, do it, do it" The whisper was getting louder each time.

Asra trained MC for situations like this. He warned them not to listen, not to ever listen if they heard voices like those, especially after what happened with Lucio. No, they had to ignore them. Ignore them!

But this time, the pull was stronger than ever. Almost as if it was unbearable, as if the voices became stronger than ever before. The mysterious pull of what seemed to be their mind led them to the kitchen of their home, towards one of the drawers.

They knew what was in the drawer. It was the place of Asra's special, magical dagger they weren't allowed to touch. Apparently, it could either provide the most painful or the most peaceful of deaths, depending on what the user wanted. The magician prohibited the sharp dagger from ever leaving its place, just because he was afraid that MC would get hurt.

The handle of the dagger was cool under their hands. The razor-sharp metal was so shiny, that MC could see the reflection of their scared but eager eyes in it. This was what they waited for. Finally, there wouldn't be any regret, there wouldn't be any wishes that things played out differently.

A sharp sound echoed through the small room as the dagger sunk into their skin. The last thing MC saw was the person they loved, Asra, and the terrified look on his face as he walked through the door. His loud cry, followed by waterfalls of tears, became blurry, as everything seemed to ring in MC's ears.

"MC, NO, PLEASE!"

At last, they will be at peace. They know they've hurt Asra with their decision, but he'd be better off without them anyway. To ease his pain after what they did, they collected their last few breaths, and shakily whispered:

"Goodbye, Asra.."

#the arcana #the arcana visual novel #the arcana game #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #asra the magician #the arcana mc #asra x reader #asra x you #asra x mc #asra x apprentice #asra alzanar #asra alnazar #asra #asra angst #one shot #the arcana fic #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfics #fics #the arcana asra alnazar #the arcana angst #angst #requested by anon #requested #requests are open #writing requests #yeah yeah i know i'm a monster #i also cried so don't feel bad

[xxsycamore]

- KINKTOBER DAY 5 - Personal rules are made to be broken, too - [JIN/MC SMUT]

Rating: E

Word count: 894

Relationship: F/M; Jin Grandet/MC (Emma)

Tags: Accidental Stimulation; Sex on Furniture; Size Difference; Making Out; Vaginal sex; Creampie

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Written for my Visions of Temptation Kinktober 2021 challenge. [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4]

DAY 5 - Accidental stimulation + “I suggest you take tomorrow off after what we’re about to do tonight.”

By the third night Emma and Jin call off their duty hours with a drink, she considers changing her overview of the otherwise unhealthy habit.

Being a hardworker should always come with knowing how to blow off the steam - or so Jin says. The cramped Internal Affairs office room has become even livelier with the palace's Belle taking a portion of their paperwork upon herself, in order to have a more in-depth view of their politics. Now, Jin wouldn't exactly call himself a hardworker. He prays that no little birdie would tell on him, about how he suddenly prefers the cramped office over his favorite pub. Although taking the job of being Emma's supervisor would say enough.

"Good work today too, Emma. This calls for a toast."

Jin is already reaching in the cupboard that Yves entitles the only scrap of order amidst the mess and he hopes he won't get on the blonde's nerves for displacing some of the glasses. Nevermind that, Jin prompts conversation on a more casual topic as he pours both of them a whiskey.

It could be that Emma got a sudden thought interrupting as her lips twitch while taking a sip. Jin tries to follow what she's saying, but instead all he can follow is the rivulet of alcohol that escapes the edge of the glass to follow the valley of her chin. Emma chuckles shyly realizing what just happened, and hurries to wipe it away in the back of her hand, no matter how unladylike it would be in the situation. Unfortunately for her, a single drop manages to escape her ministrations and slides down her nape, aimed for the crack in her cleavage.

And Jin is still staring. If he already had to deal with having the hots for Emma ever since she laid a foot in the palace, getting into such an erotic scenario with her definitely doesn't make it any easier for him.

Why it has to be her chest? Out of anything, why his weakest spot?

"Jin, you're staring…"

He knew those words would come, already a handful of things to say are on the tip of his tongue, when he finds a smile on her face.

"I'm- I couldn't help yourself. You're sexy, Emma."

"I'm glad to hear that you think that, Jin." Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she meets his intense gaze.

At this point her own fascination with him must be obvious, Emma thinks, as she wonders if she is imagining the distance between them cutting shorter. She is not. Her eyes fall close as she accepts a long-anticipated kiss by none other but the man she's had her eyes on all this time.

It all goes naturally from there as one thing leads to another but none cares about moving to the bedroom. Even if Jin has to shove a dozen piles of paperwork to the side, making most of them fly across the room in the process, having a clean corner amidst the mess all for Emma and himself is worth it, and more importantly, it's all they need.

 “I suggest you take tomorrow off after what we’re about to do tonight.”

There is a certain guilt that comes with liking the thought of that. Emma bites into Jin's shoulder as his shirt falls loose off it. The playful act is one part meant to provoke him, one part meant to help her muffle her moans, because Jin's cock is stretching her out a little too much. Each second he's not busy kissing her to madness Jin spends in ogling every inch of her body that is presented for his eyes - from her blissful expressions, to her breasts bouncing with the impact of his thrusts, down to the place where they're connected. Emma is taking him so good.

"That's it, good girl. Don't tense up, let it go. God, you're so tight, Emma…"

"Nnghh!!" Her world goes white behind tightly shut eyelids as she all but tries not to shout out the name of the man that makes her feel this good. Breathing in deeply as soon as she gets a grip on her senses, she readjusts her hold around Jin's neck as to bring him down closer to her mouth.

"I've been dreaming about this for so long, ahh, Jin! Right there!"

Hearing that flips a switch inside his mind, as he picks up the speed of his hips, pinning her down completely to the desk. Watching her reach her peak triggers his own orgasm, as he makes sure to keep hitting that same spot inside her through it all.

It ends with a kiss as passionate as the one that started their tryst in the first place. Jin's tongue is awfully curious about exploring all there is of Emma's hot mouth, as if wishing put his knowledge to use over and over again. And it's not much different for the rest of her body, as his hands roam upon it restlessly.

All of this is terribly alien to him. Somewhere deep in his mind, Jin remembers about his personal rule that forbids from sleeping with the same woman twice. Meeting her dazed eyes paired with that same shy smile from before, he knows that this rule would be broken the exact moment he wakes up naked by her side the next morning.

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