“A Heartfelt Meal„
William J. Moriarty x GN!Reader
╰┈⪼ ୨ Finally reunited with you after three years of William's dissapearance, the two of you share a meal; evoking a flurry of emotions & vulnerability from his side. ୧
╰┈⪼ ୨ Fluff + angst I guess + divider by bunnysrph ୧
The walls were adorned with memories of the two in the form of framed photographs; capturing cherished moments that had been put on pause for three consecutive years since William's initial dissapearance.
You'd never expect to bring your lost love back home — especially not alive. You were half certain that the next time you would finally, finally be able to hold his body was when you'd find him dead; limp, cold and lifeless.
Every single day during these three years, your hopes of William's survival had began to flicker and dim to almost nothingness.
And yet, this afternoon he sat right across you, watching you as you finished cooking in silence. His eyes would occasionally travel to different areas of the dining room and to your facial features — wondering what changes occured after his fall at the Tower Bridge.
You'd been rambling on and on about all kinds of topic for some time now. William listened to you in patience, nodding his head with your words. He reaches over and strokes his thumb over your upper lip, wiping away at the foam of coffee you were just drinking.
“You've grown.. inexperienced in feeling at homely ease, (Name)” He says slowly. “You don't need to go on and on just to fill the silence at the table.”
It was awkward - suddenly meeting after three years and you didn't want to make things uncomfortable for William, which is why you'd resorted to babbling all kinds of nonsense in the first place. You clear your throat, looking away in embarassment.
“Sorry.” You mumble.
He laughs warmly, shaking his head in response. “No, no. You needn't apologise.”
William inhales deeply as you set a plate down for the each of you, the tantalising smell of a homely cooked meal wafting through the air.
“That smells good.” He compliments you.
You give him a small grin, seeming proud of yourself. “Really? Thank you. I tried.”
You rest your elbow on the table, placing your chin on the palm. Your fingertips tap lazily on your cheekbone as you watch William.
“Go on, Liam.” You say, smiling. “Dig in.”
“And you won't?” He asks slowly, picking up his cutlery. He raises an curious eyebrow as he gazes back at you, looking over your face.
“I will, but I want you to tell me how it tastes first.”
He hums softly. “Alright, then.”
You watch as he puts a spoonful of the meal you cooked for the two of you into his mouth. As the taste envelopes him, William's eyes widen and he sets down his utensils.
Complete silence fills the room as he looks down at the table, his expression a mix of surprise and overwhelming emotions.
Your own eyes widen in shock as you watch a droplet of tear fall down onto his plate. You jolt up from your chair in a flurry of panic.
“William?! Oh my god, did I mess up the seasoning? Too spicy? Too salty? I was trying a new recipe and I thought it was- I thought I could hit it off. I'm so, so sorry! Hold on, I'll get you a glass of water, just-”
You immediately begin to make your way to the water dispenser to get a glass for him when he grabs you by the wrist. You stiffen.
“No. Wait, I.. ” He pauses. Sniffs and wipes away at his teary eyes with his sleeve. Slowly, you turn to look back at William. His eyes continue to remain fixed at the table smoothed over with countless conversations and shared meals from the past. “Stay.”
“I'm sorry if I'm crying.” He says, tone of voice brittle. He laughs wryly and exhales shakily.
“It's just-” He lifts his head, looking at you with wet, glassy eyes. “I haven't had anyone cook me a meal in a long time.” His hand dives into his pocket to retrieve a handkerchief which he uses to gently dab at his eyes.
“Liam..” You mutter softly, feeling a pang of sympathy grow in your heart for him.
Your heart ached at the sight, feeling the weight of those three years of his absence and longing. Without a word, you pull William into a tight embrace, creating a haven where the world outside ceased to exist.
“It's just been a while, you know?” He murmurs, eyelids closed as he buries his face into your shoulder. Tears cascaded down William's cheeks, his vulnerability laid bare in that single moment. “I missed this..so much.”
Your hold around him tightens, pulling him closer - further into you. “I missed taking care of you.” You whisper, stroking his soft blond hair. “But you're here now and neither of us are going to feel that way ever again.”
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