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nxrthmizu · 3 years

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kill em’ with kindness

fandom | miraculous ladybug

genre | lila salt, so much salt

summary | marinette takes the high road to a better life.

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author’s note | had this idea for a few days after i wrote victory tastes bitter, which really blew up on ao3 (thanks for all the support <3). always wondered what it would be like if marinette just. played nice. so here she is, being an absolute badass.

author’s note.2 | okay so since i did not write this in one sitting, i get that the story probably doesn’t flow as properly as it should. will edit if i ever find the will to do it.

Marinette was done. They wanted her to be a model student? Fine. They wanted her to stop being mean? Fine. They wanted her to be friends with Lila? Fine.

Luckily for Hawkmoth, no akuma plagued the sky of the previous night, or she would rain hell on him. There was no more tolerance left inside her to spare, and she certainly wouldn’t go out of her way to make some for the manipulative pest problem Paris has had for way too long.

She looked up into the mirror, having exchanged her pigtails for a low ponytail, strands curled to frame her face. Bluebell eyes glistened with a fire that burned brighter than hope— Hope that her ‘friends’ would see sense. Hope that Adrien would be there for her. Hope that the good guy would always get the happy ending. No more being patient, no more being passive, no more putting up with things she didn’t have to.

If Lila Rossi wanted a battle, then fine, a battle she would get. Marinette was lowering her white flag, replacing it with a battle emblem that scorched red, redder than blood and redder than the anger her friends would feel when she was finished. No more peace negotiations. Rossi wanted a fight, Rossi wanted a challenge. Who was Marinette to deny her from what she wanted?

They didn’t know what was coming for them.

The power of makeup was truly one that reigned apex among the world. A few touches of her makeup brush was all it took to erase her dark eyes from existence, give her skin a more radiant glow (She promised that she’d take time to give it a natural glow after she was done being nice), and ease a cherry-pink blush onto her cheeks, making her freckles stand out more in contrast. Marinette Dupain-Cheng meant business, and when she meant business—

“Good morning, Marinette! You look great today!” The head of the student council, a sensible, down-to-Earth blonde by the name of Noelle smiled, speeding up slightly to catch the bluenette on the steps of Francois Dupont. “Love the new look.”

Ah yes. The new look— A royal blue blazer, detailed with golden embroidery of cherry blossoms bursting at the sleeves and the collar, accompanied by a classy-looking silk blouse tapered with a soft, black felt. The pleated black skirt (Made from heavy cloth so that it wouldn’t flap about in the wind) was lined with a beautiful scarlet at all the edges to complete the look. Knee-high black socks trailed all the way into the slight heels that Marinette had added flower adornments on, just so she could tap a little of her own touch on it.

“Thank you,” Responded the bluenette with a smile.

“Woah! Someone looks like they got a good night of rest.” Madeline, the president of the Art Club teased, flocking to the other side of the girl. “That mascara looks sharp enough to kill, girl!”

Sharp enough to kill?

Oh, that wouldn’t be necessary, Marinette mused to herself, sending out thanks to those who had complimented her on her way to class. Nothing sharp was going to be required for the liar’s downfall— No, no. That would just be too messy, and she wouldn’t even think of staining her new outfit. Of course, the ensemble was crafted from her own hands, as stated by the classic MDC that graced the inside of her blazer, the collar of her blouse, and one of the pleats of her skirt. Besides… Lila wasn’t worth getting her hands dirty.

She was going to do things the right way.

The kind way.

“Good morning, everyone.” She greeted, walking into the classroom, garnering their attention with her punctuality. Every set of eyes in the room were attracted to her, like iron fillings to magnets. Some of the gazes were malicious, hateful; Some were doubtful, wary; One was pleading, as if spelling out ‘Please keep taking the high road!’— And then there was Chloe, who was entirely uninterested.

Good, Lila was already present.

“I’d just like to take a minute of your time. Won’t be too long, I promise.” She took a deep breath, ignoring the imploring gaze that dug at her side, courtesy of a blonde that sat in the front row (And no, it wasn’t Chloe she was referring to). “I’d just like to say…”

The class watched with bated breath.

“I’m sorry.”

Alya blinked. So did everyone else in the room. Stunned faces greeted Marinette’s apologetic one, including Lila’s— She didn’t even have to fake her reaction. What on Earth was Marinette trying to pull off? What kind of stunt was this?

“I realise that I’ve not really been the best version of me lately,” She admitted sorrowfully. I haven’t been the best version of me because I was being boycotted and isolated, “It wasn’t fair to put you all through this,” It wasn’t fair that you idiots had to lose all your reputations because of the words of one liar, “And people got hurt as a consequence,” Me. I was the one who got hurt. “I realise that things haven’t been all smooth-sailing in our class lately, so I’d like to apologise to everyone.” I’d like to apologise for not being able to save you from a liar who only sees her own personal gain.

A practiced breath escaped Marinette’s throat as she waited for her cue— The school bell— And set her bag on the teacher’s desk. Good, everything was unfolding right on time. Not quite far away, there was a distinct clack-clack-clack of someone’s heels— An auburn teacher, perhaps? Marinette reached into her backpack and drew out a package she had meticulously wrapped in brown paper and tied in golden ribbon. Sitting passively on top of the package was a small note, decorated in hand-drawn flowers and a hummingbird in the corner.

“Here,” Marinette strode up the steps of the class, stopping right in front of her former seat— Now Lila’s— Internally taking pleasure in the first time she’d seen the Italian’s true expression. “For you, as a token of my apology. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me,” Marinette swallowed painfully, biting her lip, as if she was trying not to cry, “But I just want to make things right.”

Lila blinked.

What the hell was happening?

The silence was broken by a quiet sob, one that did not originate from Marinette. Instead, Mlle. Caline Bustier stood in the doorway of the class, clutching her books and notes for the day’s lesson, wiping away a tear that dropped from her eye. “Oh, Marinette,” The teacher sobbed, “I’m so proud of you.”

“That’s so sweet of you, Marinette.” Rose sniffed, wiping away a few tears of her own that had started dripping during the bluenette’s speech. Juleka patted her girlfriend’s back, trying to calm the emotional blonde before she cried out a tsunami on top of her textbooks, giving Marinette a thumbs up to show her approval.

Alya beamed, seemingly proud of her former best friend, who had (In her opinion) finally started to see sense. “I’m so proud of you, girl!”

(Adrien was too shocked to form any words.)

“Could you… Open it?” Marinette asked hopefully, ignoring the teacher for the favour of the liar who ruined her life. “I… Just want to know if you like it.”

The Italian could do nothing more than grit her teeth when Alya urged her to open it. What kind of trick was Mari-Brat up to? Never mind— She’d just spin it into something stupid and the class would take to it like starved animals. With no other choice, she tore apart the brown paper, discarding the golden ribbon on her desk. The class gasped, oohs and aahs echoing all around as the package unfolded to reveal a pretty, beige-coloured cardigan, hand-stitched with murals of foxes, jumping livelily among berry bushes.

Stitched into the inside of the cardigan in pastel blue were the words ‘Lila Rossi’, done in an exquisite cursive that could no doubt only come from Marinette’s hand.

“I made it for you myself,” Marinette sniffed humbly. “I know you’re a really great model and you’ve probably seen clothes that are much better than this one, but I poured all my feelings into it. I spent every night of last week working on it, and—” She hiccuped rather loudly, instantly covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. “I just hope you like it.”

“I…” Lila was at a loss for words. She had an itinerary full of the lies and stories she would spin that day (“Marinette texted me mean things last night,” she would weep tearfully to Alya, sniffing and wiping away tears on Alya’s shirt sleeve, “I just want to be friends but she just keeps… Attacking me!”) but no matter. A smirk danced along the Italian’s lips. “Did you design this yourself?”

Judging by the smirk that Marinette could practically hear in the other girl’s tone, the liar already had a trick up her sleeve. If Marinette had to guess...

Something along the lines of she stole this design from [random designer], who just coincidentally had the time to be Lila’s friend. Or maybe the friend of Lila’s grandmother. Whichever didn’t matter much, because Marinette was prepared.

Marinette crossed the room in mere seconds, returning back to Lila’s seat with a sketchbook that she’d pulled from her bag. “Here!” She chirped, flipping open the page with an exercised movement, not even having to shuffle through the pages to find the correct sketch. “I brought the original sketch, just in case you wanted to see it so you could get a professional to redo it for you.”

Lila opened and closed her mouth like a gaping fish out of water. Beside her, Alya’s eyes sparkled, envy still glowing in her eyes at the sight of the intricate foxes, coloured in hazel, gold, and orange threads.

“Thank you, Marinette.” Lila gritted through her teeth, basically seething at the thought of having to thank the girl in front of her, who was smiling like an innocent sunshine child.

The bluenette then turned her attention to her homeroom teacher. “Sorry for interrupting and taking up class time, Mlle. Bustier.”

“It’s not a problem, Marinette,” Mlle. Bustier wiped at her eyes, slightly embarrassed now that the whole class was watching her cry at the sight of her ‘model student’ correcting her wrongs. “E— Excuse me.” She mumbled, clearing her throat. “Let’s pick off from where we stopped yesterday. Open your textbooks to page 63, please.”

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The rest of the day went along smoothly. Marinette sat at the back of class, as usual, sighing in boredom as class was derailed off course, whisked off by another one of Lila’s tall tales. Honestly, they were already weeks off schedule— How the hell were they expected to sit for the final exam, at this rate?

She huffed quietly to herself, watching Bustier trying (and failing) to act like she wasn’t interested in Lila’s story. The woman— An actual adult— Fell for Lila’s usual tricks like a fool, taking in every single word in drunken thirst. Did Mlle. Bustier really have nothing better to do than get absorbed in a teenage girl’s wild fantasies (in a way it was like that). At that thought, Marinette sat up straighter in her chair, an idea going off like a lightbulb above her brain.

Was it...?

After further thought, Marinette settled back into her chair, humming thoughtfully as she drummed her fingers against her table quietly. Yes... Yes, perhaps.

Perhaps it was possible.

The rest of the lesson passed in wasted time as the class took a major detour to go on a warped journey through Lila’s lies, and before Bustier knew it, the lunch bell had rung. Students chattered animatedly as everyone got up, Mlle. Bustier’s announcement of ‘please go home and study this chapter by yourselves, everyone’ was pathetically drowned out by the rest of the noise.

Marinette collected her things quickly, needing her exit from the classroom to go off without a hitch, exactly the way she planned it. “I’ve got to go back to my parents’ bakery for lunch,” She said shyly, shrinking into herself as her classmates turned to look at her. “I... Was thinking of bringing some macarons back later. Before I go, though... Lila, is there anything you’re allergic to?”

“What?” The girl being asked snapped back as a reply, the words leaving her mouth too fast for her to register. Before she knew it, the whole class was staring at her, mouths agape. “I... I mean.” Clearing her throat, the liar plastered on a sweet smile. “What was it, Marinette?”

“I wanted to bring some macarons back for everyone.” Shyly, the bluenette repeated her plans. “And... Since I’ve been in class with everyone else here for a while, I know their allergies, but not yours. Is there anything you’re allergic to that could be in baked goods?”

The Italian cursed under her breath— Mari-Brat really wasn’t letting up. The bluenette had made sure to cover any ground that the Italian could use and turn back against her. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m not allergic to anything.”

Brightening visibly, Marinette nodded, shooting the Italian a smile. “I know things between us aren’t going to get better immediately, but I promise to do my best in fixing things! See you guys after lunch.”

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Lila was getting really, really fed up. For the whole morning, she wasn’t able to come up with any reason to blame Marinette. If things kept going at the rate that they were, the class would be fully convinced that the bluenette was a changed woman, and that couldn’t happen. There was, in the end, a downside to having such a gullible bunch of classmates— Sure, they swayed easily to her side, but that meant that they swayed back to Marinette’s just as easily.

Hissing under her breath, Lila looked up to catch Alya and Nino’s concerned looks.

No.

She was Lila Rossi. She was resourceful. She had Gabriel Agreste behind her back. She was powerful. She was not going to let Mari-Brat halt her plans in their tracks ever again.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom real quick,” She said, excusing herself from the lunch table. Perfect! Now all she had to do was come back in tears, saying that Marinette confronted and mocked her in the bathroom, and the class would be all hers, once again.

Little did she know that Dupain-Cheng was one teensy step ahead.

As soon as Lila rounded the corner of the cafeteria, Marinette appeared, having just had a lovely chat with Rose (And Juleka, although it was Rose who did most of the talking). The two were at the front steps of Francois Dupont, having a lovely couple moment that Marinette hated to interrupt— But she needed to have at least a word with them.

“Rose, Juleka!” Marinette greeted, box of macarons held carefully in her arms, as if it were a box of important jewelry instead of just a box of pastries. “Oh— Rose, is that a new watch? I’ve never seen you wear it before!”

“Yep, it is!” Rose beamed, delighted that someone (Besides Juleka) had finally noticed it. “Isn’t it pretty?” Indeed it was. The watch in question was a pretty, intricate-looking thing done in rose-gold metal, with a pastel pink leather strap holding it down. The background of the watch face was a white background with a thin film of rose-gold metal, cut to resemble a wall of precious rose vines.

“It is!” Agreeing wholeheartedly, Marinette offered her classmate a smile. “Oh by the way, what time is it?”

Rose peered at the watchface, returning the answer with an equally-bright smile. “11.47.”

“Thank you.” Marinette thanked, continuing her way through the school until she reached the cafeteria. Just before she fell into line of sight, though, she hid behind a wall, peering over the corner until she spotted the table she was looking for.

Perfect— Lila just walked away. Marinette thanked the gods for all the luck that she was having— Okay, maybe she thanked one god in particular more than the others. Gently, she patted the secret pocket that was sewn into the lining of her blazer— Tikki, who had magic powers, managed to create a miniature ‘room’ inside the secret pocket, with the pocket itself acting as a portal of sorts to the room. After a few seconds, she felt the pocket tap back, managing a small smile of gratitude for her kwami’s constant love and support.

“Hey, Alya, Nino.” Marinette greeted shyly, box of macarons propped up against her hip. “Where’s... Lila?” She hesitated slightly with her question, acting as if it was a little out-of-place to ask about the Italian girl.

“She went to the bathroom.” Nino provided, mouth still full of unchewed food. This gifted him with a smack from his girlfriend (“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” she scolded,).

“Oh, I see.” I definitely see. I know what she’s going to try and pull later— I have to time this properly. Timing is everything.

Marinette continued to make small talk with the two, whom she had not talked to for a very long time. Much to her surprise, they were very warm and accepting, quite unlike the people who slung slurs and accused her baselessly a few days ago. One morning made all the difference to people who believed anything, she supposed.

All of a sudden, something in her chest buzzed, as if it were a fire alarm, vibrating in warning— She had to go. “It was nice talking to you guys again.” She admitted, having briefly dipped into a pool of what their friendship used to be like. “But I have to go. I promised Kagami I’d meet her for a few minutes before lunch ended.”

Alya’s eyebrows jumped up comically in surprise. “I didn’t know you still talked to her. I thought you two were… Love rivals.”

“So what if we were love rivals?” Marinette shrugged with a simple smile. “Adrien is… As much as it’s odd to admit, he’s just a boy. Neither of us let him get in between us. He’s just a boy, and it’d be stupid for us to not get along just because we like the same boy. It doesn’t bother Kagami that we used to like the same boy, so why should I let it bother me? Besides,” Marinette tilted her head slightly. “It’d be stupid to give up a great friendship just because of a boy.”

With her last words still hanging in the air, Marinette turned tail and left, walking faster than usual. She had little time left— As she neared the wall that would shield her from the view of the cafeteria, she sped up her footsteps, practically half-sprinting just so she could get out of sight before Lila Rossi returned, looking like someone just killed a puppy in front of her very eyes.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” Alya jumped to her feet instantly, reaching out to comfort her best friend, who was moments away from having tears stream down her cheeks.

“I… I thought she’d changed.” Lila sniffled, biting her lip to appear as if she was desperately trying not to cry.

Alya frowned. “Who?”

“Marinette.” Lila stated as if it were obvious, faltering for a moment— Why had Alya bothered to ask? Shouldn’t it come pretty obvious? The liar dismissed the thoughts and continued in her performance. “She threatened me in the bathroom. She… She confronted me and mocked me, saying… Saying that all of you… All of you are idiots for believing that she’s changed. She… She said everything was an act to turn you all against me.”

Nino’s jaw dropped so far that it touched the floor. “Uh… Dudette, are you sure it was Marinette?”

“Yes!” Lila spun to look at him so fast that it was a wonder she didn’t break her neck. “Are… Are you doubting me? Oh my god, it’s working. She’s turning you guys against me. I just want to have friends, I don’t get why she hates me so—”

“You’re… Absolutely sure it was Marinette? You saw her face?” Alya repeated her boyfriend’s words, emphasising each and everyone of them as she looked Lila in the eyes.

“Alya, not you too.” Lila sniffled, tears basically dropping out of her eyes like big, fat droplets of salt water. “It was her— I saw her blazer, it had MDC stitched onto it.”

An uncomfortable silence settled in between the girl and her boyfriend, neither quite knowing what to say. “Oh. I… I see.” Alya said at last, turning back to her food. “Well… Lunch is almost over. Let’s… Let’s get back to class.”

“Marinette just threatened me in the bathroom!” Lila puffed up, clearly upset now. “She mocked me! She called you guys stupid for believing her act!”

“Dudette.” Nino shattered the ice-cold silence at their lunch table, swallowing heavily. “Marinette was with us the whole time you were in the bathroom.”

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The tension inside the room was so thick that Adrien could cut it with his bare hands. God, what had happened? The day had started off so well— Marinette agreed to be friends with Lila, god bless the girl— But as it turned out, one hurdle folded over only to be towered over by a taller one.

“Alya—” Lila began tearfully, her pitiful look attracting the sympathy of those who still didn’t know what was going on.

“You claimed that Marinette threatened you in the bathroom.” Alya interrupted. “While she was with us the whole time in the cafeteria.”

Faltering, the Italian struggled to find a way to squeeze herself out of the tight spot. “M— Maybe it was someone else.” Reluctantly, she backed out one trap into another one.

“You said that you were sure! You said that she was wearing a blazer with MDC stitched on it. Marinette was wearing that blazer during lunch!” The reporter shot back, Nino at her side, trying to extinguish the conflicted fire blazing inside Alya’s heart.

The seeds of doubt had been sewn, and Lila was going to have a tough time weeding them out. “I... I’m sorry!” She burst out into tears, sobbing pitifully in front of the class, most of which were already in attendance. “My lying disease is acting up again. I... I can’t help it. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone!”

“Uh... Is this a bad time to ask if anyone wants macarons?” Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly, standing at the front of the room. Her royal blue blazer had been shed, and it now hung over her arm, properly folded into half. Earlier, she had asked Rose for the time to make sure that she had a witness in case Lila tried to pull another act— But as it seemed, the Italian was determined to dig her own grave and all the work had been done.

The students of Mlle. Bustier’s class shared looks.

“I’ll... I’ll have one.” Mylene cleared her throat, hoping that it would diffuse the situation.

“Me too.” Kim followed, not missing the way Marinette flinched slightly at his words. Most of the words he had said to her of late had not been nice at all— But he justified that with the fact that she was being a bully to Lila, like Chloe had been to Marinette herself.

“Great!” Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly, slapping on a strained smile. She passed the box to the front row, where Sabrina and Chloe were, gesturing for them to pass the box along until everyone got their fill.

Internally, Lila seethed, anger burning like a wildfire that tore down every lush sign of life in her path. The girl had never felt that livid in her entire life— Who did Dupain-Cheng think she was, having a change of heart out of nowhere, pretending to play along with those oh-so-innocent eyes of hers?

“I... I think I know why my disease acted up again,” Lila sniffled, loud enough to gather attention again. Unsure glances passed around like an object that no one wanted, carried from hand to hand forcefully as no one wanted to hold onto it for too long. “It... It must’ve been because of... Of the cardigan that Marinette made me! You must’ve known that...” The Italian squinted at the cardigan on her desk, “... Cotton triggers my lying disease!”

The bluenette, still passing around macarons, stopped in her tracks. Inside her mind, Marinette was shaking her head, an amused smile on her cheeks. She had to give Lila credit for that one— She would’ve never anticipated that lie from her nemesis. “That’s terrible!” She sucked in a breath, putting on a dismayed look. “I’m really sorry, Lila! I know it seems like I did this on purpose, but I promise I didn’t! To make it up to you, I’ll make you another one.”

Is she serious right now? Lila scoffed mentally. How long does she plan to keep this going? No matter— She’ll eventually drain herself out and I won’t even have to meddle in this matter.

Marinette sniffled, collecting the cardigan pitifully from Lila’s desk. “But to prevent future incidents, Lila, I just want you to know that this isn’t made of cotton... It’s made from the highest-quality of star silk, which is incredibly difficult to produce and is rather expensive. It’s such a pity... I thought that only the best of materials would be deserving to be used to make an apology present... I guess you can’t wear it. I’ll just make another copy of the cardigan with some normal-range silk.” Sighing, the bluenette pretended to mull in sadness for a few seconds before an idea struck her. “Alya! You aren’t allergic to star silk, right?”

The flow of conversation redirected suddenly, with the reporter snapping to attention and nodding eagerly as she realised what was about to happen.

“Then... Since I’ve spent so long on this, I don’t want it to go to waste... Why don’t you have it, instead?” Offered Marinette with a sweet, shy smile on her face.

Lila, still caught up in shock by the reveal of the material— Was then slammed with a wall of flaming anger as Alya squealed, coddling the soft, fluffy material that made the cardigan the exquisite product it was.

“Marinette’s right,” Adrien chipped in with his own two cents, “Father can rarely get his hands on that material— It costs a fortune, and if hand-made... It takes forever.”

“Oh, I wove the silk by myself,” Marinette added shyly after Adrien’s contribution, “So I apologise if it’s not up to the quality of industry-level star silk.”

The reporter gushed, still cooing and running her hands over the gorgeous threads of fabric that made up the cloud-like base of the cardigan, eyes sparkling and the details of the embroidery.

Marinette smiled, returning to her seat without a fuss. The rest of the class continued to pass the pastries around, the perfect description of ‘ignorance is bliss’ as they pretended as if they couldn’t see the way Lila was shaking in anger. Alya, on the other hand, could see nothing but the garment in her hands, her ‘best friend’ having become invisible for the time being.

Just as well that it turned out this way, Marinette hummed, twirling her pen in hand, Let that be my departing gift to Rena Rouge.

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Tomorrow arrived like clockwork, never late and always on time. The crowd of students clamouring by the front of Francois Dupont hushed to silence as they parted for two dark-haired women, both of which were giving off waves of confidence. Simple conversation flowed between the two, who were perfect examples of elegance and grace, their traditional-inspired attire complementing the royal-like aura they had.

“This dress is really lovely, Marinette,” Kagami smiled gently, admiring the way the fabric flowed around her. The designer had gifted her friend with a maroon-coloured hanfu-inspired dress, complete with hand-sewn embroidery of a golden dragon curled around Kagami’s waist and neck. The dress was completed with a pleated skirt that went all the way to the heels. At first, the fencer was reluctant about the skirt due to the limited maneuverability, but then Marinette revealed that the skirt was very simple to take off as it was just tied around the waist.

“You look gorgeous in it. It suits you.” Marinette replied, dressed in a similar looking dress. Her hanfu-inspired dress was light pink in colour, with silver threads depicting cranes flying about freely. The pleated skirt was grey in colour, lined with a soft circle of white.

Kagami blushed slightly. “Thank you.” Briefly, the Japanese girl wondered why on Earth Marinette would go and embroider a dragon onto her dress— Was it purely a coincidence, or...?

“I’m really glad you decided to transfer here,” Marinette smiled softly, her dark blue bangs framing her face as the rest of it was gathered into a braid that Kagami had helped weave. “It’s going to be nice! I’ll get to see you a lot more often.”

“We’re in different classes, though.” Frowning, Kagami wondered if she should request a change of homeroom.

“For now.” The designer winked playfully. “Oh, I have to get to class. See you during lunch?”

Without waiting for a reply, the blue-eyed girl moved away gracefully, leaving Kagami in confusion.

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“Good morning,” Marinette greeted gracefully, sweeping into the classroom with her bag over her shoulder and a package in her hands. This package was clearly not as exquisitely-wrapped as the one from the day before, as it was just brown paper and some rough string.

Alya brightened at the sight of her friend, shrinking away slightly whenever Lila tried to say anything. Sure, the reporter did shake off the initial reaction and respond to whatever her ‘best friend’ said, but the damage had been done.

“Here’s your new cardigan. It’s made from the same material as your shirt,” Marinette smiled warmly, placing the package on Lila’s table. “It’s a little different from the one I brought yesterday, but I still poured in all my emotions when I made it, so I hope you’ll accept it.”

Through a gritted smile, the Italian thanked the designer, clenching her fists under the table. That was the second time in two days she had to thank Mari-brat! She swore that if she had to do it again a third time, she was going to slap someone.

“Oh, Marinette!” Alya called out excitedly, wearing the cardigan that was originally supposed to be Lila’s. “This cardigan is so soft! It’s really amazing to wear! As expected of you, girl!”

The bluenette stared back at the reporter, wavering for a bit. She had a feeling that Alya wanted something from her...

“So... I was wondering...” The reporter’s expression turned sheepish, with Marinette’s internal thought-train going ah, there it comes— “Could you remove this and put my name instead?” Alya picked up the corner of the cardigan, pointing to the inside of the garment, where ‘Lila Rossi’ was embroidered on.

“Ah...” Marinette didn’t even have to fake her nervousness. We already agreed on this, She told herself, No more doing free stuff for people. No more. “Sorry, Alya. My parents need a lot of help in the bakery recently,.. You know how it is! Family always comes first. I’ve already taken out a lot of time to make the cardigan for Lila... And I promised Kagami I’d go out with her this weekend. I’m afraid I don’t have time...”

There was no missing the way Alya’s face fell instantly. “Couldn’t you put off Kagami for me? Aren’t we best friends?”

“I thought Lila was your best friend,” Feigning an expression of innocence, Marinette tilted her head slightly. “You shouldn’t go around saying things like that, Alya. You might hurt Lila’s feelings. Besides, a promise is a promise. I wouldn’t want to hurt Kagami’s feelings either. Not to mention— I gave you that cardigan for free. That was two weeks’ worth of hard work. I’m afraid I don’t have the ability to take time out to alter it for free either. If you really want to get it done, you could ask an external tailor to do it for you. I know a few who can do really good embroidery.”

Alya faltered. “But... We used to be best friends...”

Snorting mentally, Marinette continued to hold her calm composure. “Like I said, you really shouldn’t say that, Alya. Lila might get upset and we don’t want to hurt her feelings— Right, Adrien?”

The blonde jumped when the conversation turned to him out of nowhere. All of a sudden, every eye in the classroom was fixed on him. “R— Right, of course.” He said, forcing out each word.

Satisfied, Marinette nodded, still wearing her ever-so-kind smile. “Exactly.”

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“Hey, why don’t we all go out and have a picnic outside during lunch?” Alya suggested loudly, jumping up as soon as the lunch bell rang. “Marinette, you can come along too!” Something inside the reporter’s chest was stirring, and with the events of the past few days, Alya felt like she just had to quench that unsettling feeling— And the first step to that was to mend things with Marinette, even though it was the bluenette’s fault for always having been biased to Lila. Alya smiled, proud of herself. She would be the bigger person, she would forgive Marinette, she would integrate the designer back into the class again.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Marinette replied just as quickly, “We don’t know what Lila might be allergic to— She could easily trigger a reaction if we go out, especially since it’s spring.”

A collective choir of groans rounded the class.

“Well, I’m going to go back to the hotel to have a first-class meal,” Chloe turned her nose up at her classmates. “... Dupain-Cheng, would you like to come?”

Shock painted the faces of the whole classroom. Did Chloe just... Ask Marinette something... Politely?

“I’d love to take that offer, Chloe.” Responded the bluenette, graceful and flawless as ever. “Perhaps tomorrow?”

“Suit yourself. They’re serving lobster today.” Chloe huffed. “If you’re really that busy, then fine. We can discuss...” The Mayor’s daughter trailed off as she blushed.

The bluenette giggled knowingly. “You’d like to commission a dress from me, right?”

“... No.”

“...”

“... Maybe.”

“Alright.” Marinette nodded. “Then maybe it’ll be more convenient if I head over to the hotel after school. I’ll need to take your measurements and we can discuss the prices after.”

“Whatever.” Chloe waved her away haughtily, a poor effort to cover up her embarrassment. “Sabrina. Let’s go.”

“Chloe?” Alya guffawed. “Why are you commissioning something from Marinette?”

Rolling her eyes as if Alya had just asked the stupidest question ever, Chloe answered plainly. “Because she’s one of the up-and-rising designers in the industry? Have you seen what Dupain-Cheng is wearing today? Celebrities are already fighting for spots in her commission list. Even my mother and Gabriel Agreste acknowledge her talent. I’m not dumb, Cesaire. I can recognise a future fashion queen when I see one.”

Wow, Marinette breathed, looking at the stunned faces around the room, Chloe sure knows how to create an impression.

“W— Well.” Stuttered the reporter after Chloe made her big exit. “Then... What about going to the bakery for lunch?”

“Didn’t Lila say she saw a rat in the bakery the last time she visited it?” Marinette pointed out. “The health officer checked the surveillance and the claim was dismissed, of course, because my parents make sure the bakery is as hygienic as possible— But I’m sure Lila is traumatised from that incident. I wouldn’t want to force her to come along to the bakery— And we wouldn’t want to leave her out either, right?”

This elicited another round of groans.

Oh, I am enjoying myself way too much, Marinette chuckled mentally.

“Then— Then...” Alya struggled visibly before she was put out of her misery.

“It’s fine, Alya.” The designer reassured her. “I wouldn’t want to bother Lila. I’m sure she’s still upset at me. You guys go ahead. I have to go back to the bakery to help my parents out. See you guys after!”

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Slam!

Lila fumed, hand still pressed on her locker door. What. The. Hell. Was Mari-brat trying to do? She didn’t miss the way some of her classmates sent her unsatisfactory looks after that pre-lunch stunt that Marinette had pulled.

And what was the thing about high-and-mighty Chloe commissioning from Marinette?

Sure, Lila would admit that the cardigan that the designer made was indeed gorgeous, and the fabric was smooth and velvety, a quality unlike any of the clothing that Lila had ever had the privilege to touch— But surely a lowly brat like Dupain-Cheng couldn’t be that popular... Right?

Dammit, hissed the Italian girl, Maybe I should’ve tried being friends with Mari-brat instead of Cesaire.

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“Is that... Marinette and Kagami?” Nino gaped, prompting Alya to turn around. It was true— Walking up the steps of Francois Dupont together were the two blue-haired girls, a gentle smile dancing on Kagami’s lips as Marinette talked animatedly, her hands waving around quickly to further elaborate her point.

Students lounging around the entrance for lunch couldn’t tear their eyes off the two and their matching dresses. Sure, the two girls had walked into school the same way that morning— But now that the afternoon sun was high up in the sky, the golden and silver embroidery was glinting luminously, revealing the true caliber of Marinette’s craft.

“But... They’re rivals.” Stuttered Alya. She just couldn’t understand... Weren’t they supposed to hate each other?

“They both like Adrien but they can still get along,” Nino remarked thoughtfully, taking a bite from his sandwich. “So Marinette wasn’t lying about going to meet Kagami yesterday.”

Alya was silent.

“Alya? What’s wrong?” Worried, Nino put a hand around his girlfriend’s shoulder, care and concern shining through his honest eyes.

“If... If Marinette doesn’t get jealous or biased over someone who also likes Adrien...” Alya started quietly, eyes still fixed on the two girls, “Then why was she so against Lila?”

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“Mlle. Bustier?” The teacher looked up at the voice of her favourite student. Fondly, she smiled. Marinette had finally seen the light and changed her ways, becoming the helpful, generous, kind Marinette that served as a great example for her peers. “May I make an announcement before class ends?”

“Of course, dear.” Mlle. Bustier gave permission instantly— Marinette was taking up the reins of leadership again! The teacher couldn’t help but do a happy dance internally.

“I have an announcement to make, so if everyone could listen, I’d be really thankful.” Marinette started, her clear blue eyes meeting those of her classmates.

She took a deep breath. This is it. I’ve done what I needed to do, now it’s time to finish the job.

“These past two days... Have been great,” Marinette started wistfully. “I really missed hanging around everyone, just like we did before,” Before you all turned your backs on me and stabbed me when I wasn’t looking, “But I can’t deny— And neither can you— That the things that have happened... They had a really deep impact. And I’ve realised that I can’t just ignore that damage that has been done.” The damage that has been done to me. “So, for the better of everyone— I’ve decided that I... Will transfer classes.”

It was as if an explosion had gone off in Mlle. Bustier’s classroom.

“Girl! You can’t do that!” Alya exclaimed in dismay, “We can fix things! Everything has been going well these few days, haven’t they?”

“Dudette! Honestly, we forgive you.” Nino sighed, “Things just aren’t the same if you’re not here anymore.”

Adrien didn’t say a word, but the imploring gaze he wore said enough. Please don’t leave me here alone. We promised we’d fight together, right? As long as both of us know...

Marinette held her hand up to silence them, and the classroom, just as swiftly, became the deadly silence that followed post-disaster. “I understand. But once again, this is for the better,” — Of my mental health, “I’ve talked to Mlle. Mendeliev, and she’s agreed to take me in. I believe that once the changes have taken place, we can all grow more freely without restrictions.”

In the corner, Mlle. Bustier was tearing up and dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve.

“Mlle. Bustier,” Marinette turned to her teacher, no malice in her eyes. “I’ll be under Mlle. Mendeliev’s care now.”

“Marinette...” The teacher sobbed quietly, with Chloe shooting her a look of disgust from the front row.

“It’s not going to be easy for any of us,” Marinette turned back to the class, “But with time, I’m sure we will all prosper. Especially since you will now be under the care of our one and only Lila Rossi.”

Adrien looked like someone had just killed a puppy in front of him.

“Since I am the current class president, I thought I’d pass on the duties onto the most capable person in our class.” Marinette explained warmly, never moving her gaze away from the bewildered Lila. “Lila has the most connections in our class out of all of us, and she’s met so many CEOs and entrepreneurs that she must know a lot about organising and planning. I’m sure you can do it, Lila, but...” She paused. “You can handle it, right?”

“Y— Yeah. Of course.” Lila stuttered.

“You promised the class that you’d get BTS to perform for the year-end fundraiser since you were supposed to be in an arranged marriage with their youngest member, Jungkook.” Marinette continued, God I am enjoying myself too much honestly, but I ain’t going to stop now, “And you said you could convince your godfather, Bruce Wayne, to allow the class to go to Wayne Enterprises for this year’s class trip.”

“She said she could convince Tony Hawk to give me an internship, too!” Alix chipped in.

“And that she’d bring me along the next time Prince Ali asks for her help for a charity cause!” Rose smiled.

“She said she’d introduce me to the CEO of Graham Films!” Nino’s eyes shone at the idea.

The class continued to talk all over one another until Marinette silenced them once more. “Now, now. Let’s not overwhelm Lila. We wouldn’t want her to be overworked or to feel like the expectations are set too high, right?”

The class agreed, nodding along.

Marinette made eye contact with Lila, offering her a sweet smile as she did so. Lila, on the other hand, had no taste for such politeness. Instead, she straight-out glared at the former class president.

This is your problem now.

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“Marinette! I was hoping to catch you before you went home,” Alya panted, having been able to find the bluenette in the locker room before the designer slipped out of her reach. “You... You’re really serious about leaving?”

“Yeah.” Smiled Marinette, organising her textbooks into her bag, dusting down her skirt. Noticing Alya’s crestfallen expression, she took the initiative to continue the conversation. “Is there anything else, Alya?”

“Did you... Did you really hate Lila because she liked Adrien, too?” The reporter asked somewhat timidly.

Marinette giggled. Normally, when the girl giggled, you could hear a gentle tinkling of wind chimes— But at that moment, Alya heard the freezing winds on Mount Everest instead. “Don’t be silly, Alya. All this over a boy? Besides, I’m over him.”

“Then...” Alya swallowed difficulty. “Lila... Really was lying this whole time?”

The gaze that swept across the reporter was stone cold, and it made Alya feel as if she was dangling over a valley of jagged rocks. “What do you think, Alya?” Even so, the bluenette maintained a sweet smile.

“She was. She was lying the whole time.” Alya suddenly felt as if she had a shortness of air. “This whole time—”

“Oh, good for you. You finally learned how to see further than one feet in front of you.” Marinette hummed. “I’m proud of you, really. But I’m afraid that I don’t have the time to listen to you slowly come to conclusions after I’ve tried making you see sense for the past half a year. I tried to stop you from ruining your futures, but I guess determination was always one of your good traits.”

Alya slipped to the floor, having lost the feeling in her legs. She placed one hand against the lockers for support as she shook, weakly looking up at the girl who she was once so proud to call her ‘best friend’.

“Marinette?” Kagami’s voice rang through the room, indicating that the girl was waiting at the doorway. “You said you were heading to Bourgeois’s hotel after school— Would you like a ride?”

“That’d be nice, Kagami. A moment.” The designer looked down at her friend and smiled, albeit a little sadly this time— And then she lowered her voice.

“Determination was always one of your good traits.”

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“Marinette,” Adrien perked up at the sight of the bluenette leaving the school doors— Side by side with Kagami, who looked ready to draw a sword and start a duel then and there.

“This’ll just take a minute, ‘Gami.” Marinette reassured, gently patting her friend’s arm. “Why don’t you get in the car first? It looks like it’s going to rain.”

Reluctantly, Kagami nodded. “Alright.” Warily, the fencer stepped down the stairs and into the car— But even as she sat in the vehicle, she watched over her fellow bluenette like a hawk, ready to jump out and challenge the blonde if the situation called for it.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. Luckily for him, the designer decided to start the conversation.

“I just wanted to say thank you.” Marinette smiled softly. A few months ago, when she looked at Adrien, she would see the kind, generous, pure-hearted boy with the finest golden hair and the brightest green eyes. Now? All she saw was a spineless, sheltered, passive child that was afraid of confrontations.

“For what?” Adrien looked at Marinette, and no longer did he see the cute, pigtail-adorning girl that would blush fiercely everytime he tried to talk to her. Instead, he saw a beautiful, young woman, a rock that had pulled through all the odds to become a vibrant, iridescent diamond.

Marinette was glowing with confidence, her presence diffusing into the air around her and triggering eyes to look up every time she walked by. There was something about the way she held herself that just made the woman demand awe and respect from those that crossed her path. The old ‘Clumsinette’ had been shed like an old snake skin to reveal a treasure, a better version of the bluenette that had always been waiting for her time to come.

Bluebell eyes met green ones just as rain began to patter down onto the streets of Paris. Marinette glanced up slightly, not at all bothered as she smoothly retrieved an umbrella from her bag, holding it out for the blonde to take. A flush of deja vu burst through Adrien’s veins and through his skin as he took it with a mumbled thanks, eyes blown wide as Marinette let loose her hair from her ponytail, pulling her blazer over her head to avoid getting her head wet.

Adrien could only gape as Marinette uttered familiar words back to him, a knowing smile dancing across her lips as she ran off into the rain as if an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The bluenette looked lighter, brighter, ready to take flight and soar towards the success that her crops of hard work had finally started to bear. Before the blonde model knew it, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had slipped out of his grip, already spreading her multi-coloured wings to land among the stars.

“Thank you for telling me to take the high road.”

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this was both satisfying and tiring to write...

#ml salt #ml saltfic #saltfic #lila salt #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien salt #miraculous ladybug #alya salt #[ris writes]—✧

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rw47vr-key · 3 years

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Hello my Dears!! Thank you for your patience and support dears!!It means a lot to me 🥺💕💖💖

BROKEN PROMISE, BROKEN HEARTS Part (2/2)

part 1 here

(I don't own the gif)

The sound of ambulance siren, hospital scenario,a few people crying...it was all new for Jake.He waited outside the ward with so much mixed emotions.He couldn't fight back his tears.

After an hour,

"She's alright.Thank God you got her here on time",said the Doctor to Jake.

Jake was relieved, which was a rare feeling for him.He looked around to see the woman who accompanied his mother but she was nowhere.So he hesitantly entered the room.

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MC's POV

It was just like that day.The day, Jake suddenly disappeared.MC felt like she was going through the same feeling again but for another important person who became a part of her life.Yes, just like Jake, lady Rose was also an unexpected person whom she met accidentally.

MC had a loving parents and siblings back in her hometown but she considered Rose as her another mother.She felt it,but she can't explain why.She knew Rose's story, about her son,Jake.

MC slightly wished her son would be the same hacker she fell in love with."I'm fantasizing too much",MC thought to herself.Adding to her emotions,it started raining heavily.Looks like she can't reach there quickly.

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"Thank you for helping this old lady", Rose said to Jake with her tired eyes.

He just stood there without talking and silently listened to her words which was quite nice to hear after a long time.

"You know,you somehow remind me of my son..."

There was an utter silence.

She continued"He was the world to me.If I see him again,I want to say him something before I die..."

"Where is he?",asked Jake hiding his emotions.

"He....I left him in a good place ,so he can live happily away from this mom who would die any second because of this serious illness"

He then realised why she left him.But still,he couldn't forgive her.

"There wasn't a single minute I've forgotten about him.I tried to find him even after these years....I broke his promise.... I'm a cruel mom.....",she started weeping.

Jake covered his face away from her and continued crying silently only he could hear.

"But,he is still my only love,my only dear son. I will be glad to know if he's alive somewhere in this world.So I can rest in peace..."

"Ah..Sorry You've only met me now.And I'm the only one talking...What's your name?"

Still,he was quiet.

"It's funny you know,you saved me in the right moment just like her,my another lovely person .....

He wanted to ask something but he couldn't, still weeping quietly.

She then fell asleep.

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He went out and he saw the same young woman who accompanied his mother and introduced herself as Mary, Rose's caretaker.

"Thank you so much for your help",she cried holding his hands.

"Miss!,it was this person who helped Madam Rose!", she told while looking at the other young woman who was soaked wet because of rain, in the corner crying.

To his surprise,she hugged him suddenly and cried,"Thank you so much!! Thank you so much for your help, Sir!"

He wasn't used to this.But somehow it felt nice to have her in his arms, something he was longing for years.His sister missing,him hiding from govt,MC suffering because of him,his mom, all came to his mind.

Realising what she did ,she quickly apologised and left to see lady Rose and came back ,still embarrassed.He stood opposite the room looking at the heavy rain through the windows.

She tried to not look at him after what she did.She quietly sat in a seat ,and slept without her realisation. Jake turned back and stood still looking at her.He quietly approached and wrapped his coat around her since she shivered in cold.He sat beside her and saw little visible tears.He wants to wipe them but ,"I'm just another stranger ,why should I care" he thought to himself and tried to get up; when she suddenly murmered in her sleep, "I wish Jake was here".

His mind was blank."How does this person know my name?Is she a police?a spy? Or a hacker like me??", simple thoughts that a wanted hacker would first get.

Then he was awestruck, realising that it was MC, his MC who was always the shine of light he never expected in his cave of darkness.

Without knowing,he gently touched her and kissed in her cheeks.He came back to reality when he heard a notification in her phone,

"Hello MC ;) "

'Phil? Why the hell is he texting MC??',he thought and quickly jumped away when he saw MC getting up.

Looks like MC was too sleepy to notice what happened(or too dumb)

MC was surprised to see a coat around her.Before MC could react , Jake said,"It's fine,you can have it "

Both were blushing hard.

"Thank..Thank you sir.May I know your name?"

But Jake wasn't there.

___

Jake already got out from the hospital and the sky was now clear with stars.

"MC, I never thought I'd meet you.You all these times ,took care of my mom and even helped a stranger to find his sister.Why??Why must this loner meet an angel?"

He thought these and promised himself to come back safe to see his mom,to rescue Hannah and never leave his MC.

This sweet promise was fulfilled eventually.....

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I still feel like something's missing ...

But I hope that was a satisfying ending :)

Again Thanks an infinity for your support dears!!💖

TAKE CARE💕💕

[And thanks a lot! @booklover-01040,it may seem little,but it was great help to me☺️

Also last but not least, you may not notice this but Thank you!! @mysticpetals you inspired me a lot to write my own fanfic.I'm glad I found your aesthetic blog❣️ ]

#duskwood #duskwood fandom #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fanfic #jake x mc #pls tell me if there's any mistake #writings☆

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green-eyed-whumpster · 3 years

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My OC Universe: Rowan 74

Chapter 74 Summary: The next morning Rowan confronts Cordelia about what she said the night before. (Tagture: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @much-ado-about-whumping, @abitefullofeverything, @whump-me-all-night-long, @sky-or-something-idfk and @tears-and-lilies)

Trigger Warnings: Reference to previous abuse and character death (Ooh noo)

It felt different when Rowan woke up the next morning, the bed was warmer than the others had been. Cordelia had tucked him into the painfully familiar bed and layered on more blankets and quilts until it was heavy on his form. It was comforting, though, like being hugged at all times. And without having to face whoever was hugging you and waiting for what they wanted in return for the comfort.

He poked his head out from the cocoon he had curled up in and found Cordelia-or Peter’s bed empty. He didn’t want to get up if he wasn’t supposed to, he knew Cordelia had told him he was allowed to do what he wished now, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her. Eventually the urge to go to the bathroom roused him from his haven and he nervously opened the door to the bedroom, peaking out to the main room of the house. He couldn’t see Cordelia or Peter, and tiptoed into the lounge. “Good morning,” He let out a cry of surprise and turned on the voice, Peter’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in worry but he continued to smile at the boy, cupping a heavy clay mug in his hands. “I’m sorry, did I frighten you?” He asked as Rowan hesitantly relaxed in front of him. “Ah, no-no, sorry,” He murmured. “You don’t need to apologise to me, Rowan,” Peter replied softly. “Would you like a cup of tea?” Black with lemon and plenty of honey. Sticky sweetness clinging to the back of my throat. Bitter tea. Sour tingling on my tongue. Why can’t you ever decide what flavour you want? “Yes, please.” I hate lemon and honey. I hate tea. “Come and sit down, Cordelia just went to get some eggs so I can make breakfast.” Rowan tentatively stepped towards the rough dining table and sliding into the chair furthest from Peter. “How would you like it?” Rowan looked up curiously and met Peter’s sympathetic gaze. “What?” “How would you like your tea?” Peter asked again and Rowan paused. “I-um…” He trailed off as he tried to think, racking his brain for some combination that he might like. “How about this,” Peter put down his mug and moved towards Rowan, watching as he stiffened at his approach. “Here,” He put down a sugar bowl and a jug of milk in the middle of the table and smiled at him. “You can make it yourself.” Sugar, not honey. Maybe milk would be nice. “Thank you,” Rowan whispered and Peter nodded. “Of course, help yourself.” He put down a mug of black tea close to Rowan, but not too close, and moved back over to the wood stove. The door opened and Rowan’s head jerked to it, a sharp pain throb momentarily in his head from moving so quickly, but gone by the time he recognised Cordelia as the intruder. “Oh, hey, Rowan,” She smiled, closing the door behind her and shutting out the thundering rain. “You’re just in time, Peter’s making breakfast,” At that word there was a sizzle by Peter and Rowan’s head turned again, seeing the frying pan that had been heating up on the stove. As Cordelia moved towards the bench Rowan could see glints of raindrops slipping down her hair, soaking into her coat or dropping to the floor silently.

She sat down adjacent to him and took up her own mug of tea that was laying abandoned on the surface. “Are you hungry?” Cordelia asked and he glanced at her through his lashes. “Yes,” He murmured and she moved the sugar and milk towards him. “Here, breakfast won’t be too long,” She watched as he spooned a bit of sugar into his tea and poured in plenty of milk, stirring it obsessively as he listened to the bacon in the frypan spitting. You lied to me. “Cordelia, I overcooked your eggs,” Peter said apologetically as he placed a plate in front of her. “But I figured you’d rather have overcooked eggs than have to go outside again.” He grinned as she pouted at it. “I bet you did it on purpose,” She scowled at him and Peter chuckled. “I haven’t cooked you breakfast in years.” He replied as her lips twitched up. “Always full of excuses.” She grumbled, picking up a butterknife. “You guys eat up, I’m going to get some more wood for the fire.” Peter said and moved towards the door. Rowan realised there was a plate within reach of him, most probably for him. As he reached for it he heard the door close behind Peter and Cordelia turned to look at him. “Are you all right?” She asked and he turned to look at her out of the corner of his eye. “Why did you lie to me?” He asked and watched as her face screwed up in confusion. “I don’t understand,” She said cautiously and he finally faced her. “You told me Oliver was alive.” Her face fell as he revealed what he meant. “Were you listening to our conversation last night?” She asked and he nodded. “I got up when I first heard you guys getting upset.” He said flatly. “Why did you lie to me?” “It…it was easier,” She began uncomfortably, shifting in her seat. “I had to get you out of the castle. And I thought it would be easier for you to just know that he was alive. I couldn’t have you getting worked up or alerting any servants or guards that we were there.” “It was easier…to make me think my only friend was dead?” He asked thickly, tears welling in his eyes as he processed the words. He was hoping she would deny it, say that she was lying to Peter just to make her point. But she didn’t. “No, Rowan, it’s not like that –“ “What’s it supposed to be like?” He asked angrily. “You…you lied to me! To get me to do what you wanted! You’re just like William!” He threw himself to his feet as his chest tightened and she quickly rose to join him. “No, Rowan, please. Please just let me explain,” She said stepping towards him. “How could you lie to me like that?” Rowan demanded as tears spilled over his pale cheeks and she shook her head. “Please, if anyone had found you then you would have lost your chance at freedom, and Marie’s entire plan would have been overthrown. I had to think of the greater good.” She whispered as he backed away from her. “And I thought it would have been easier for you if you thought he was alive. I thought it would be better for you if you didn’t know he was dead. I’m sorry, I swear I thought I was doing what was best.” She took a careful step towards him, watching for any movement that would indicate he was about to run.

The way a hunter would look at a cornered animal.

Maybe that’s all he was. “But Matilda…it’s all my fault!” He whimpered, curling his hands over his mouth. “Why would they have killed Oliver? I-I…you were right! I wish I didn’t know!” His chest ached heavily as she approached him, close enough for her to embrace him gently. “I’m so sorry, Rowan,” She said softly. “I should have told you.” He sobbed as he cuddled his face into her collarbone, leaning gratefully into the embrace. “No, you were right,” He hiccupped against her chest. “It was probably better that I didn’t know.” I know people die, I know they die all the time. I know there’s nothing I could do to change it. But, it wasn’t fair that they killed Oliver. “It’s all right,” Cordelia whispered, rubbing his back comfortingly. “Trust me, soon everything will be all right. You can live a normal life here, and Peter will protect you.” She promised. “I know,” He sniffled softly. “Eventually.”

#whump #medieval whump #my writing #oc #Rowan #Cordelia #Peter #PTSD whumpee #Mention of death

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 55 - SBT

Here it is!

"Uh… Spook?"

"Oui?"

"I-I'd need to go to my van to get some clothes…"

Both men finished bathing. Mundy followed Lucien from the bathroom to the bedroom, each wearing nothing but a towel around their waists.

"Nonsense. I will lend you some clothes for the night."

"For the night?" Mundy asked.

"Unless you would rather go back to your van but-"

"No, I'd… I'd love to stay actually."

Their eyes met and they exchanged a smile.

"Glad to hear it. Now, which color do you prefer, navy blue, light blue, Burgundy red or off-white?"

Overwhelmed by the choice, Mundy went for the last one he heard.

"Off-white?"

"Interesting choice." Lucien passed him some pyjamas and a pair of underwear.

Mundy took them and realised it was a shirt and a pair of trousers, made of satin and matching of course. They had motifs of branches and leaves of fern sewn in, in white cotton. Lucien opted for the Burgundy one with golden sewn flower motifs.

Each of them turned their back to the other and dressed up. Lucien was the first to finish, he turned to Mundy and heard him mumble and curse under his breath.

"What is it, mon loup?"

[my wolf]

"It's the bloody buttons, I can't get them right, I always mess them up…"

"Let me help." Lucien moved in front of Mundy and did the buttons. "If you have any difficulty, start from the bottom and go to the top."

"Why would it be easier that way?" Mundy asked. "Doesn't make sense, does it?"

"But it does. The buttons at the bottom you can see easily, whereas the ones at the top are right under this lovely chin of yours." Lucien tickled it gently as he finished and Mundy chuckled.

"Thanks…"

"My pleasure."

Mundy looked down at himself.

"Uh… We might have a problem, Spook?"

"What?" Lucien went to sit on the bed, with his back against the wall.

"Well look at me…" Mundy wiggled his shoulders and pulled down the end of the shirt. "The sleeves are too short, and look down, the legs too! And if you don't mind, I'll open the buttons cause it's too tight on my shoulders."

"I would be an utter fool to complain when you want to sleep with your shirt open, Mundy."

"N-no, I mean, it's not like that, it's just your shirt's too small for me… Also, wait, what? You want me to sleep here?"

"Unless you prefer the rusticity of your campervan…" Lucien raised an eyebrow and Mundy shrugged.

"Ok, I get it… But this time, don't take all the blanket, alright?"

Mundy took the other side of the bed and both slid under the duvet.

"Me?! You were the one to steal it all night long and I had to pull it off your limbs!"

"As if…" Lucien answered and he stopped when the door to the bedroom creaked.

"Meow."

Perle trotted to the bed and jumped to climb on it.

"Perle, mon bébé, you should really sleep in your bed tonight."

"Meow?"

"Cause your dad wants me to sleep with him." Mundy answered and she went under his fingers. Yes, Papa knew how to choose his companion wisely, the scratching was divine.

"Meow…" She answered, disappointed, but started purring under the delightful head scratches.

"Don't worry, kitty cat, I'll take care of him. I'll keep him warm and safe, alright?"

"Meow?"

"O'course you can say goodnight to him, you'd better do it actually, he might be pissed off if you don't, eh."

Perle went to Lucien and climbed his shirt to settle on his shoulder. He hugged her and kissed her repeatedly, saying sweet nonsense that Mundy could hardly understand.

"Bonne nuit, mon bébé, fais de beaux rêves."

[Good night, my baby, sweet dreams.]

He kissed her fur and put her down on the floor next to his side of the bed. To his greatest surprise, she climbed in her little cosy basket and curled into a ball of fur.

When Lucien came back to lie down in the bed, Mundy wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to himself.

"Ah, here we go for the clingy kangaroo."

"Oh alright then…!" Mundy let go of his lover and turned his back to Lucien.

"Non, mon amour, please…!" The Frenchman spooned him and laced his arms around him. "Please turn to me…"

"The clingy kangaroo says no."

"Mundy, please…" Lucien begged as he brushed his skin under his lover's open shirt.

The Aussie melted. Hearing Lucien beg him to give him attention was something that his mind barely managed to understand. He rolled on his side to hold him back.

"Right, right…"

Lucien hummed happily as he buried his head against Mundy's hairy chest, lovingly. The Aussie closed his arms around him and held him close.

"Gosh I never imagined I'd feel all this one day."

"Feel what?"

"Wantin' to hug someone that badly."

"I feel that for you too." Lucien answered as Mundy made sure the blanket was around him properly.

"Oh-?" The Aussie blushed when he felt Lucien kiss his chest.

"Ticklish?" Lucien asked.

"Surprised." Mundy answered.

"Is it too much?"

"N-no. It's just… I didn't expect that."

Lucien stopped and just cuddled with the taller man. They both appreciated the warmth, the fingers exploring each other's silhouettes, the hands sliding on clothes and skin.

"Lu'?"

"Hm?"

"I feel weird right now…"

"Why?"

"I love you."

"And that makes you feel weird?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah… I mean… It's been a few days since, y'know, you told me that you liked me and I liked you and…"

"Oui?"

"I haven't left your side for those past few days. It's weird. Spent years on my own and I never liked people. Now, I can't get enough of you."

Lucien smiled against Mundy's chest.

"It's weird…" Mundy repeated.

"You are thinking about it in a weird way." Lucien answered.

"What d'you mean?"

"I do understand what you mean of course, as I have gone through a similar… sentimental desert for years."

"You haven't tried to get anyone?" Mundy asked.

"Non. I couldn't get her out of my head."

Mundy looked for Lucien's hand under the blanket and when he found it, he slid his fingers between the Frenchman's.

"What's her name?"

"Mary but I always would call her with my French accent 'Marie'."

"Mary…" Mundy repeated. "What's she like?"

Lucien grinned as he reopened the most colourful chapter of his life in his mind.

"She was charming, in her own way, and I never thought I could fall for a woman like her. She was American, she lived in Boston. I met her there as she worked as a waiter in a diner, similar to the one Victoria works for."

"Ah, I see."

"She had black hair that would hardly touch her shoulders. She would always wear a headband that matched her outfit. My favourite one was her blue dress, it enhanced the colour of her eyes."

"She had blue eyes?"

"Oui. Darker than mine and lighter than yours. She was about… half a foot shorter than me and the curves of her body were proof of the existence of God…"

"What d'you mean?"

"She had a slim waist and beautiful hips, oh… She had the most feminine silhouette."

"Have any pictures of her?"

Lucien frowned.

"You would want to see her?"

"If that's ok with you. I mean, if it hurts or anythin', you don't have to."

"I just fail to understand why you would like to. Wouldn't it make you feel uncomfortable? Actually, perhaps it was foolish of me to talk about her at all…" Lucien rubbed his face with a hand and frowned. "I shouldn't have."

"No, I was the one to ask, I mean, if you don't mind…?"

Lucien sighed.

"Fine, give me an instant." He got off the bed and Mundy watched him go out of the room. He thought that he might have pushed too far and his mind pictured Lucien locked up in the bathroom crying of grief, or anything worse maybe?

But no, Lucien re-appeared and sat back on the bed, his back against the wall. Mundy sat up next to him.

"Your cigs case?"

Lucien nodded as he opened the metallic case containing the nicely lined cigarettes. He pushed them slightly and retrieved the photograph hidden behind them. It wasn't facing him, but rather was turned such that Lucien needed to flip it to see it.

"Here." He took it away from the cigarette case delicately without flipping it, and handed it to Mundy.

"Can I see?"

"Oui."

Mundy flipped it.

"Oh… It's… her with…"

"Jérémy, my son, and myself."

The black and white photograph showed the three of them. Lucien, Mary and young Jérémy in the middle. Lucien was lacing his arm around Mary's hips, and she was resting her hands on Jérémy's shoulders as he smiled to the camera. The Frenchman was wearing a white shirt and dark trousers but no tie or vest. Mary was wearing a dress with a headband of the same shade of grey and Jérémy had a baseball jacket that seemed a bit too large for him.

"You three look cute in this picture. And wow, you look quite younger too."

"No grey hair and not a single worry in the world." Lucien answered.

"Why d'you keep this picture upside down?"

The Frenchman sighed.

"Because I am a heavy smoker as you know, and it is too hard to see them all the time. I keep them close to my heart, but I cannot afford to look at them. It is too strong, even after all this time."

"Right, I see. Any other pictures you have, or did you leave them in France?" Mundy asked as he gave the picture back.

"They are indeed in France but not in my possession."

"What d'you mean, 'not in your possession'?"

"I…" Lucien thought fast. He didn't want anyone to know about this but Mundy was surely the last man he was speaking to, so he might as well confess all his sins. "After Marie and Jérémy passed, I gathered all evidence of their existence, and all proof that I once was happy. Any photographs and souvenirs I put in a box and on a rainy night, I went to a park in Paris."

Mundy frowned.

"The rain was pouring on me and my clothes, drenching me to the bone. I could feel my suit sticking to my skin and all my hair was soaked. I picked the lock on the gate of that park and entered it. I walked such that I was sufficiently deep in and at some point I dropped to my knees, in the muddy grass. I took my knife out and started digging a hole with it and with my hands."

Mundy's jaw started to lower down. He could guess where it was all going.

"When the hole was sufficiently big, I lowered the box in it. The rain drops falling on it made an unbearable drumming noise. I then put the dirt back on top of it and made it look like any other mole hole."

"Holy…"

"All of what I was before is in that box which to this day lies under the ground in Paris." Lucien summed up. "I guess you surely think that I am a fool for this. But I don't want to keep secrets anymore, especially not with you."

Mundy pulled Lucien to himself and hugged him.

"No. You're not crazy. I… After my parents went away, I put my rifles, bullets, bow and arrows, everything in a large tin crate and buried it in the middle of the desert. I prayed each day that I forgot where it was so that I can't go back to it. I'd learned my lesson. With a rifle in my hands I can not only kill the bloke in my scope, but also all the other people that I don't see when I scope. So yeah, I took everything, tossed it in a box and ditched it far from anyone and anything."

Lucien snuggled against Mundy.

"We both did the same then." He said.

"Yeah. We both tried."

"And look where it led us." Lucien said as both sank down to lie on the bed and intertwined their limbs together again.

"I dug up my rifles again."

"And I went back to three-piece suits and balaclavas."

Both sighed.

"But it's the last time we do that, right?" Mundy asked.

"Oui. This is it, the final job."

Mundy was lying on his side with Lucien tightly between his arms, his head against the Aussie's chest, under his jaw.

"Love you, Lu'. Love you more and more."

"So do I."

Mundy lowered his head and kissed Lucien's still slightly damp hair.

"Mh, merci, mon loup."

[Thank you, my wolf.]

And those were the last few words they exchanged before falling asleep in each other's arms.

The minutes and hours hands spun, sweeping past the clock's face and soon the sun rose again.

"Mh… Lu'... What are you doing… Stop it… Let me sleep, please…"

"Meow."

Mundy opened his eyes.

He thought Lucien was playing with his hair on his face again but no, it was actually Perle brushing herself on Mundy's face.

"Baby cat…" He hugged her and kissed her, looking over to Lucien who was still sleeping giving his back to him.

"D'you think we should wake your Dad up?"

Perle purred and stretched under the rough fingers and the exquisite scratches all along her back.

"D'you want to wake him or…?"

"Meow." She answered and rolled to offer her belly for Mundy to scratch.

"Right, I'll do it myself then, but you need to leave, Pearl."

"Meow?"

"Cause it's not a sight for kids. You'll understand when you grow up."

"Meow…"

"No, you're still a baby, look at your big head and massive eyes. Also, your tail is very short."

"Meow!" She answered.

"Yes, it is. Now, here," He kissed her and rolled on the bed until he was at the edge to drop her on the floor. "Go and play while you wait for me to wake Papa up, ok?"

"Meow." She brushed herself on his hand one last time and trotted out of the room.

"Right, now, to us…" Mundy got closer to Lucien and if his first thought was to spoon him, the temptation to kiss him overwhelmed the man and laced his arms around Lucien to kiss his back, on his satin shirt. He shifted closer to stick his body to the Frenchman.

"Someone is happy to hug me…" The voice with the French accent sung and Mundy blushed. "Very happy, hm? Unless you keep a dagger in your underwear at all times."

"Uh, n-no, I mean, it's just that, uh, I just woke up, ok? Sorry…" Mundy shifted away from Lucien's body but the Frenchman pulled his arms to make him come back.

"When did you hear me complain about it?" He asked and Mundy came back right behind him with his happiness of the morning very much stuck to the Frenchman.

"Sorry…"

"Mmh… Don't apologise, there is no harm done. How did you sleep?" Lucien asked, revelling in his lover's arms.

"Yeah, good. Didn't have nightmares but didn't dream about you either. Could be worse and could be better."

"Hm? Have you ever dreamt about me?" Lucien asked.

"Y-n-no, I mean, I might have, once or twice, maybe, ahem, anyway, did you have a good night?"

Lucien smiled. He understood his lover's uneasiness at the question.

"Oui, I have slept well, and woke up in the arms of the man I usually dream of, day and night."

"Oh, so you dream of me sometimes?" Mundy asked.

"Of course. My mind shows me images that my mouth can barely speak of."

"Why? Is it nightmares?" Mundy asked, oblivious.

"Quite the opposite, Mundy. In fact, there are hardly any dreams more pleasant than those…"

"Oh." Mundy now caught on what Lucien was meaning. "Right, ok, wow! I'll uh…" He pushed the blanket away from him.

"Are you hot this morning?"

"W-well, yeah, a bit, I mean, it's what you said, it's like you're meaning that you dream about-"

"Oui, I do." Lucien cut him. "I did and I still do with my eyes wide open, Mundy."

He rolled to face the Aussie and sensually ran the tip of his fingers on his stomach and sides.

"Gosh…"

Shivers everywhere and Mundy shut his eyes, frowning. Then, Lucien's lips on his chest, kissing softly, nipping here and there, up to his neck, under his jaw. Mundy's fingers were twitching on their own, they were lost, paralysed. Lucien finally arrived on Mundy's lips. He kissed them slowly, taking his time to appreciate each contact, each time he pressed his thin lips against the sharpshooter's, as he ran his fingers behind Mundy's back.

Without consciously realising it, Mundy slid his hands on Lucien's slim cheeks and kissed back, passionately, his legs stretching and his toes curling under the blanket. He felt Lucien slither his legs between his.

"Gosh, Lu'..."

The Frenchman smirked and buried his head in Mundy's neck, nibbling softly there as his hands glided down Mundy's back, lower and lower until...

"Oh-?!" Mundy got startled at Lucien's sudden grasp for softness.

"Sorry, it was way too tempting." Lucien whispered in Mundy's ear.

"Yeah, nah, it's fine, it's just… I didn't expect it." Mundy lowered his head and kissed Lucien's hair. He shyly whispered. "Can I do the same to you?"

"I'm all yours."

Mundy's hands slithered down Lucien's satin, dark red pyjamas until they reached the bottom of his back.

"You sure?"

"Please."

Mundy timidly slid his palms lower and didn't see Lucien roll his eyes in bliss when the Aussie grasped the softness of the situation.

"You have wonderful hands." Lucien purred.

"Oh, uh, ok, I don't know…"

"Do with me what you wish." Lucien snuggled closer to Mundy, sticking his chest and abdomen to the Aussie.

"Oh, God…" Mundy realised that Lucien too was happy to wake up next to him. The surprise of it made his hands twitch and squeezed what they held for an instant.

"Oh!"

"Shit, sorry!" Mundy removed his hands.

"Non… It was delightful." Lucien's voice was begging for more without the words.

"C-can I-?"

"Oui."

"But you don't know what I was going to say?" Mundy chuckled.

"Whatever you want to do," Lucien raised his head to Mundy. Their eyes met and Lucien pushed Mundy's long hair away from his face.

"Please, do it."

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I watched His Last Vow, and, well..... here are my thoughts again

Quick thing before we start: I choose HLV because it is one of my favourite episodes, and what I feel is one of the best shot episodes. Usually, I can't make it to the end of it because I know what is going to happen and I can't stomach it. Anyway, enjoy my little angst-filled monologue!!!

• Uggggghhhhhh Magnussen is so creepy even to start with

• Quick question: why the fuck does he have "porn preference" in his little file?? Creepy, dude. Real creepy

• I hate Magnussen with a passion but ngl his house is pretty bomb

• Why has a got a statue of a knight on an ostrich, and why does the camera focus on it? Kinda random XD

• Clever how they never show him going down the stairs the storeroom. IMPORTANT LATER ON

• Lady Magnussen when she sees Magnussen: *quietly* what the fuck

• "She looked delicious" "yum-yum": EEUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH

• "I have a condition": is that condition.... being a creepy weirdo???

• HEY SHE MAY BE AN OLD LADY BUT SHE'S A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN SO SHUT THE FUCK UP MAGNUSSEN

• "This isn't blackmail it is.... ownership": uhhhhhh, pretty sure it's blackmail mate

• I'M SORRY BUT WE DON'T JUST LICK PEOPLE'S FACES, WHO WERE YOU RAISED BY DUDE

• The driver knowing something's up: we stan a king

• BAKER STREET YEAAAAAH BITCHES

• The intro mussssiiiiiccccc: it will now be stuck in my head for days XD

• When you miss your bestie: :(

• John being clueless XD

• *doesn't know what to do* *makes tea*

• "He the drugs one?" "Nicely put John"

• "Who's Sherlock Holmes" "See, that does happen"

• I think John feels bad for snapping at her XD

• "THERE IS NOTHING THE MATTER WITH ME. Imagine I said that without shouting": me 24/7

• Dude we know you tryna look sexy but the tyre lever XD

• "It is a tiny bit sexy" "I know": *is forcefully reminded of Boyle screaming "later sluts"*

• "I'm not just browsing": MATE IT'S NOT BLOODY ARGOS LOL

• Why is John so fucking cocky? Like we get you're an adrenaline junkie but Jesus XD

• JOHN BAMF WATSON IS HERE GUYS

• "Nope, just used to a better class of criminal": truth

• "Arse end of the universe with the scum of the earth": Jooooohn be nice

• Sherlock just so casual like " Oh HIIIII"

• "They're havin' a fight": Oh, like..... a married couple....?

• "WEll NoT nOW": we stan a queen XD

• "Alright Shezza?": *John and Mary Watson, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, Molly and NSY have joined the chat*

• MOLLY YAAAAAAAS QUEEN PUT HIM IN HIS FACE

• "Just. Stop it."

• They are so concerned and Sherlock can't see it and I CAN'T

• "Just some guy" Sherlock: JOHN YOU DIDN'T *is suddenly more in love than ever*

• Sherlock: *hears what he sounds like* *ROLLS EYES*

• Billy knows what's going ON

• "Hang on, weren't there other people?"

• "I've got Mrs Hudson on semi-permanent mute"

• "Why do you do that": IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU

• "Cross-dressing may have been a wiser path for you": Mycroft your uncle was a bloody QUEEN

• "foR GOD'S SAKE"

John: oh deary me

• The mardy lil "I'm just gonna sit in this chair"

• MYCROFT STOP TATTLING ON YOUR BROTHER

• Also the Holmes parents line dance: I feel like this fact is super underrated XD

• "Just look frightened and. Scuttle": I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

• "I think we'd both find that embarrassing": THE FACT THIS WAS AN IMPROVISATION MARTIN IS SUCH A FAB ACTOR

• "Okay, I'll let you know if I notice"

• "Don't appall me when I'm high": genuinely one of my favourite lines of the entire series

• "God no. Trying to recruit you": Sherlock knows his John so weeeeelllll

• "Stay out of my bedroom" John: *immediately goes for the bedroom*

• JANINE HEYYYYYYYYY

• "Sherl.....": John is having a fucking field day with the nicknames

• John's confused little face XD XD

• "You have a girlfriend" "Yes I have" *JOHN WATSON CANNOT COMPUTE*

• Damn they're starting with the aquarium shit early

• "You got that from a book" "Everyone got that from a book"

• I'm sorry but Sherlock Holmes acting straight it the weirdest thing EVER

• "Maybe I will....": OH GOD. If she knows "what he's really like" (ie gay), then she also knows how much he loves John (she was at the wedding), so she's basically saying "I'll tell him you're in love with him"

• John: OH YES. THIS. THIS IS SOME NICE CEILING. MMM. GOOD CEILING

• John is so hung up on dinner XD

• "With wine.... and sitting....": I love the idea that when Sherlock eats, he just walks around like munching on shit. Like John used to get out of the shower and when he opened the bathroom door Sherlock would be standing there rocking on his heels eating a scotch egg XD

• "It's in the fridge, it kept ringing": me as an adult

• John just being so armed

• OH GOD SHERLOCK YOU'RE SO DAMAGED LIKE SO MANY PRESSURE POINTS

• BITCH DON'T BRING UP REDBEARD

• Oi listen Magnussen you little bitch

• NO PLEASE DON'T

• Shut UP Magnussen: as a Brit I cannot condone what the fuck he's saying. I AM A PROUD BRIT

• WHYYY

• WHYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEEING IN THE FUCKING FIREPLACE: this is why Moriarty was better, the sweetie had manners

• "How do you know his schedule?" "Because I do"

• The fact that Sherlock's checked with Mary if John is available XD

• CAM news: OMG THE CAM LETTER FROM S3E2, it makes sense nowwww

• Sherlock is so good at pick-pocketing

• "...your head kicked in." "Do we really need so much colour?" "It passes the time"

• I'M SORRY HIS CUTE LIL FACE WITH THE RING BOOOXXXXX

• I am fully convinced Sherlock was pretending Janine was John when he made the proposal

• SHERLOCK YOU CAN'T GET ENGAGED TO BREAK INTO A FUCKING OFFICE

• SHERLLL BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS NOT HUMAN ERROR, PLS GET SOME SELF ESTEEM

• "Bit rude, I just proposed to her"

• Sherlock immediately knows something's going on

• "...white supremacist so who cares?": SHERLOCK YAAAAS

• "During our own burglary" aka "really u idiot"

• The fact he immediately dismisses Mary: HE'S SO SWEET HE DOESN'T WANT TO RUIN JOHN'S HAPPINESS

• OH MY GOD THE REVEAAAAAAAAAL

• That moment when he realised. He just realises. The deductions he ignored: they could have helped her

• NO MARY YOU SHOT HIM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

• I'M SORRY BUT SAYING YOU'RE SORRY DOESN'T RIGHT THIS

• The sirens: again, as I said, the way this episode is made is incredible

• People often remark on who turns up in his mind palace: I totally agree with the idea that the others are his heart, "and you should never let it rule your head"

• SHERLOCK CALLING HIMSELF STUPID IN HIS MIND PALACE OH SWEETIE NO

• The fact Anderson is there tho

• THE FACT THAT EVEN THE FLOWERS TILT JESUS THE DETAIL

• "Don't go into shock, obviously": woooooooow, thanks Mycroft

• Oh Redbeard, the sweet little dog: "They're putting me down too now"

• Oh come on, he was totally looking for John's room when he ran into Mary

• NO NOT THE PADDED ROOM

• You don't understand: I actually can't watch this scene. It freaks me out so much. It's so sad, and the acting is SO GOOD.

• "Pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Death.": I'm sorry, but isn't that everything Sherlock's been through with John almost?

• Magnussen: dude I ain't telling you who shot him

• "It's raining. It's pouring. Sherlock, is boring. I'm laughing. I'm crying. Sherlock, is dying": JESUS THIS SONG

• "Mrs Hudson will cry. And mummy and daddy will cry. And the woman will cry. And John will cry buckets and buckets. It's him I worry about the most. That wife..... John Watson is definitely in danger": THE FACT THAT THAT MAKES HIM COME BACK; I'm sorry but how can you deny Johnlock after that?? He literally COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD for John Watson. Also, note how he misses off Greg and Molly and Mycroft. He thinks they don't care but they do. They care so much, Sherlock.

• "Oh you're not getting better are you?"

• MARY STOP ACTING ALL FUCKING INNOCENT YOU FUCKING SHOT HIM

• "I'm buying a cottage": I mean why not

• The fact that they're fine with each other after insulting each other XD

• I maintain that Janine is Moriarty's secret sister

• "I have an interview with The One Show and I haven't made it up yet"

• "I know what kind of man you are. We could have been friends": AGAIN she totally knows he's gay

• The fact he's self-punishing by turning the morphine down MY BABY

• The fact Greg just wants a video XD: I still want a Special Features on one of the DVDs of "videos from Greg Lestrade's phone"

• Of COURSE Sherlock's broken out, what else were you expecting John?

• Mycroft's little hand gestures like "off you go peasant": we know you love Greg really Myc

• "...stalked him one night" "foLLOWED"

• YOU, JOHN. HE'S PROTECTING YOU YOU DIPSHIT

• The fact Sherlock went back to Baker Street, BLEEDING INTERNALLY, to put John's chair back <3<3<3

• "A façade. Remind you of anyone?"

• Of course you can't Sherlock XD

• The fact he won the house in a card game with a cannibal XD

• I love this scene. Everything just suddenly makes sense. Everything she's said suddenly has a different meaning

• "You were very slow": BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORING THE WARNING SIGNS SO HE DIDN'T WANT TO UPSET JOHN

• "Even Scotland Yard can get somewhere with that"

• I feel like Sherlock had a little bit of a panic when she pulled the gun out, because he KNOWS that John is sitting there and he can't lose John Watson

• She loves John but he loves John too.... too much man, too much

• She can barely turn: the fact she knows that she may have just lost John forever

• YAAAAS WE'RE AT THE HOLMES' GUYS

• "How is it only 2 o'clock, I am in agony"

• "Is this your laptop, Mycie?" "Upon which depends the security of the free world, yes, and you've got potatoes on it"

• "Am I happy, I haven't noticed?" *gets hit with cracker*

• MRS HOLMES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "Someone's put a bullet in my boy and if I ever find out who I will turn absolutely monstrous": *takes tea to said shooter*

• When the dad is the only sane one XD

• I think even Sherlock's dad can see how much his son is in love with John

• I'm sorry but the entirety of the first bit at the Holmes': I STAN IT GUYS

• "What exactly is the point of you!?"

• "What's going on" "Bloody good question": me in physics

• Jesus Mrs Hudson is right Sherlock does look bloody awful

• "...that's me by the way, hello": HE'S SO PROUD AND IT'S SO SWEET

• "IT WAS MY HUSBAND'S CARTEL, I was just typing"

• The fact he tells him to be calm: Sherlock KNOWS that he needs to calm John down to get this sorted out

• Mary, stop being sarcy with him he's tryna sort it out

• "Because you won't love me when you've finished, and I don't want to see that happen": I mean she's not my favourite but I still feel so sorry for her

• "Look at you two: you should've got married": Sherlock: OH BABY NOT MY GAY ASS

• See, Sherlock SAYS that the reason Mary didn't kill him was because John would be part of the murder investigation, but I think it's because she's already seen what Sherlock's death would do to John: she's seen him crying at the grave, seen him drunk and screaming for Sherlock to come back, seen him unable to even walk past St Barts without seeing Sherlock hitting the ground over and over and over again, and she knows she can't do that to him again

• Paramedics: yo we here

• "She shot you" "ehhhhh mixed messages"

• "The problems are your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege": GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE JOHN WATSON

• "You can mow the sodding lawn from now on": the fact John uses his wife's secret identity to get out of chores is such a mood XD

• When your mother catches you smoking: Mycroft: nope wasn't me Sherlock: *immediately blames his brother*

• "Your loss would break my heart" "what the HELL am I supposed to say to that": brotherly feeeeeeeeeeeels

• "Go and have some more": AWWW YOU LOVE HIM REALLY

• Dr Watson voice is baaaack

• Awwww at least he checks they're all still breathing XD

• "You can imagine the Christmas dinners".... GUYS THE OMENS CAME TRUE

• I love the idea that Sherlock just waltzed into Angelo's like "yo can I have a table", and Angelo DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION what he was wearing or the fact he was hooked up to morphine, just said "yoooo, I got your table sorted" and brought him food XD

• The constant flashbacks in this episode are so effective, cos they really bloody fit in

• "My brother": *literally delivers a drugged Mycroft all wrapped up with a little bow on top* "WELL I DIDN'T LIE"

• "Oh yeah we could be imprisoned for high treason btw": Sherlock stop you idiot

• "But it's Christmas!"

• "WHY WOULD I BRING MY GUN!?!!?!?!" "Coat pocket?" "YES"

• "But look how you care about John Watson": even MAGNUSSEN knows guys

• Awwwww Mycroft's pressure point is Sherlock, that's kinda sweet

• You've gotta admit Magnussen's logic is pretty sound

• "I enjoy it": yeah but you're a sadistic maniac, mate, you don't enjoy normal things

• He must have half the fucking Eden Project in his house XD

• Ooooo THE VAULTS ARE A MIND PALACE: big reveaaaaaaaaaal

• Sherlock's little look down: it's as if he's chastising himself, telling himself he should have know

• "I don't understand" "You should put that on a t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 1

• "Sherlock do we have a plan?" *silence*

• "I still don't understand" "And there's the back of the t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 2

• When Magnussen makes John let him flick his face: Sherlock can't even WATCH. He's just standing there, staring at the floor, still questioning why he didn't see it

• I mean I'm sorry but the murderous little glint in Sherlock's eyes when Magnussen is flicking John: he knows there's nothing he can do, but then he also knows what he's about to do. And he knows that John is going to hate it, but it's the only way to keep Mary safe

• THE LOVING LOOK AT JOHN JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T

• "MERRY CHRISTMAS" *bang*: JESUS SHERLOCK NO

• Mycroft sounds so panicked, like "no please don't shoot him"

• "Tell her she's safe now": THEN. That was the moment John realised. The moment he realised who he was really in love with

• All Mycroft can see is his crying, upset and scared little brother AND I CAN'T

• "You know what happened to the other one": OOOOOOO

• "There is no prison where we can incarcerate Sherlock without him causing a riot on a daily basis": dis be true guys

• SHERLOCK MAKES MARY LOOK AFTER JOHN I CAAAAAAN'T

• The fact that all acceptingly walk away, like they know what Sherlock is gonna try to do

• "The game is never over, John. There are just new players": SHERL STOP

• "6 months, my brother estimates. He's never wrong": he KNOWS he's gonna die

• The fact he can't even tell John just shows something, doesn't it

• "John there's something I need to say. Something I've always meant to say but never have. Since it's unlikely that we'll ever meet again, I might as well say it now": we all wanted it. We all wanted him to say it. Even JOHN had the hopeful little look in his eyes....

• "Sherlock is actually a girl's name": BUT HE CHICKENS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND. You can just see the disappointment and upset in his face, even on the plane, knowing that he may not see John again and John still doesn't know

• "Did you miss me?": MORIARTY YES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "You're needed": the lil panic cos he knows his OD isn't gonna work

• "Who needs me" "....England": yeah, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are screwed XD

#sherlock holmes #sherlock #sherlocks3 #johnlock #his last vow #s3e3 #brain dump #wtf brain #kinda analysis #analysis

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Life is a Game of Risks, Chapter 55

Chapter Summary - Alexianna and Daniel have a much-needed conversation that airs some issues but causing them both to see where the other one is coming from a little more.

WARNING - CONTAINS REFERENCES TO PAST POST-NATAL DEPRESSION

TRIGGERS - Past domestic abuse, Past emotional abuse, Past sexual abuse.

Previous Chapter

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“Uncle Dan!” Lily rushed into her uncle’s arms as soon as she saw him standing outside her classroom. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, your Mum is at a meeting and I asked Tom if I could collect you today, so he gave me the information about what time you were out and here I am.” He smiled as she went to Anna and gave her a hug too.

Elated with seeing her uncle for the first time in a while, Lily took his hand and began telling him everything she could think of. “What are we going to do?” She asked in the midst of all her rambles of every picture she drew and what she had learnt since she last saw him.

“We are going to spend some time together and then we are going to go back to your home and bring some lovely food for you, Mummy, us, and I think Tom said he was coming too.”

“Tell him I said he has to come,” Lily ordered. “He was apposed to get me from school, so he has to be there. I want to draw everyone.”

Knowing that Lily’s new fixation was drawing her family unit, however obscure it may look to others, Daniel nodded and said he would.

Because of the weather being slightly unpredictable, it was not surprising when the rain began to belt down, leading to Daniel texting Tom to inform him that they were bringing Lily to the cinema and that they would return home by six, Tom responded that he would get the food sorted and instead went to Alexianna’s and cooked a good meal for everyone.

When Alexianna arrived home at half six, feeling tired, drained and generally miserable after a difficult day at work, she was looking forward to hearing how Lily’s day went since she knew her daughter was doing something to do with animals in school that day, something Lily adored and which she was convinced would lead to her daughter trying to convince her mother to get some form of pet. In truth, if she had more time, Alexianna would get them a pet but with work being so hectic when added to her study, she knew at present that adding a cat or something to the house would not be ideal.

The smell of homecooked food, when she came in the door, caused her to moan in equal parts relief and anticipation, wondering how she could make it up to Tom for being such an incredible partner. When she went to place her coat on the coat hook on the wall, she paused. There were two coats there that she had not seen before, a male and female, a mere moment later, her silent question was answered when she heard a Scottish accent upstairs.

“Lily, where does your Mum put these?”

Walking into the kitchen, she knew she would probably find the owner of the male coat, sure enough, standing at the counter, looking at her somewhat meekly, was her brother. “Surprise?”

Alexianna frowned at him before looking at Tom, who was drinking tea on the other side of the counter, closer the almost ready food. His face was only fractionally less wary than her brother’s but more apologetic. “You couldn’t have called ahead?”

“I did but only after Tom answered, I realised I called him and not you and we thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“We haven’t spoken in three weeks.” She folded her arms.

Daniel looked at his younger sister apprehensively. “Tom…?”

“Sure.” Tom knew both siblings needed to talk and took his cup of tea and walked for the door, stopping for a moment at Alexianna and waiting for her to look at him before saying anything. “The food needs another four minutes and then…”

“The usual.” She nodded. Tom smiled back and walked out of the room, leaving the siblings to talk.

For a moment or two, they simply looked at one another, neither saying anything before Dan cleared his throat. “Al…”

“He’s barely back in the picture and the two of us are barely speaking anymore.” Alexianna interrupted. “I...We have always been close Dan, especially when he left and incredibly so after Lily came and I know part of the reason we were not physically close anymore was you found Anna and that meant actually putting effort in and staying in Scotland with her and I get that, I do and I am so happy for you both, she is incredible; and Lily and I have Tom here, so we are not adrift, alone but this is not healthy.”

Dan had expected his sister to be angry at him being there, or at least for her to give out about Oliver more but she seemed more focused on the issue of their less frequent talking and meeting. “You’re right. I apologise, I have not really been in contact with you much. But you never reply to me anymore.”

“Because you keep talking about Oliver, I told you, I don’t want to be involved in that. I know you do and I respect that but respect I am happier as I am now. I have my part in not replying but I’m not alone, you kept going on about him.”

Daniel looked at the mug he had been drinking from. “Have you spoken to your counsellor on it? This rift?”

“More than once.” Alexianna had no issue telling her brother such.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want me to be taking the time you go there.”

Alexianna scoffed. “I am literally there because of mother and men issues that I have, if you think you aren’t discussed ad nauseam, you’re very much mistaken.”

Daniel eyed her warily. “Am I a good or a bad thing?”

“It varies…” Her stern face fell quickly and she smiled. “No, you’re good. You’re the best brother I could ever have hoped to have. I...I never told you this but more than once, I felt that if I didn’t have you to help me, I am not sure what I would have done.”

Daniel thought for a moment that Alexianna was merely saying she had been a little confused or possibly indecisive, but when she looked slightly ashamedly at him, he realised it went further than that. “Al…” He didn’t know what to say.

“After Lily, I...I felt so broken, useless, a failure, even with her there needing me. I genuinely didn’t know what to do, if you hadn’t guided me through those first few weeks, stood by me, I cannot even pretend I didn’t….”

Unable to think any further of what his sister was telling him, Daniel pulled her to him and held her tightly, shocked at the tears he felt running down his face. He knew she was shocked and finding it hard to process everything after Lily was born. He knew she was scared, confused and lost. As much as Jonathon being gone was the best thing his sister could hope for, she was still uncertain of everything and scared. Her mother had lambasted her for being everything from a slut to being a shame on the family and she had this small baby that needed her with her not having anything but a few hundred pounds squirrelled away as a result of Jonathon’s control over her and not permitting her to work, it all was a lot, he knew it carried a toll on her but he had never realised how much and Alexianna had never said it, she had hidden it. He knew to look for dark signs, especially after Lily was born, but she hid them. “You never said.”

“I was too ashamed to. I was scared if I did, you would tell a doctor and I would lose Lily.”

“Never. I love you, Al, you’re my little sister and no matter what, even if you married Tom and you all moved to Hollywood and Anna and I moved to Australia, I would still be there for you.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself on marriages and whatnot.”

“Maybe a little, but still.” He held her close still. “You’ve come so far, I hope you are proud of yourself.”

“I have you to thank for most of it, you, Lily, Tom and Mr Barrows.”

“I am so proud of you, Al. And I am sorry I keep bringing up Da...Oliver.”

“I just can’t forgive him. He left us.”

“I know. And that is your right but ask yourself, is it because you had Lily and Jonathon left and you are angry about that in some weird way? You weren’t too bothered growing up, you used to make jokes about it.”

“I used the jokes to make light of the fact my father left and never once cared past my education for me because it hurt, Dan. I felt hurt and that was easier than crying.” She explained. Daniel nodded slightly, realising the reason for her blase demeanour regarding their father’s leaving was to hide how hurt she was. He realised she hid a lot, even from him. “I...How do you look past it?”

It was not a comment on him being dismissive of Oliver’s past actions or anything of the sort, it was simply a question she was curious of the answer to. “I don’t forget what happened but I see with Lily, what Jonathon did, there is no coming back from that, what Dad did, his is a bit more understandable, I am not condoning it, please understand that, but you know Marie, you know what she was like, could you entirely blame him?”

“We were innocent.”

“He wanted to fight her in court for us.” Alexianna’s eyes widened. “Did you know that?” She shook her head. “He wanted to but his hours, his workload, the barristers didn’t think he could win. She didn’t work, so she could provide a better home apparently.”

“Our home life was hell and we were in boarding schools.”

“I know, but you know how it is, Al.” She said nothing back. “I think, giving my opinion, maybe you need to talk to him, properly.”

“I know your opinion on it, Dan, thanks.” Alexianna sighed. “I am not as forgiving as you, I think.”

“We are all our own people. You are stronger than me, coming through everything you did and still growing. I would have frozen.”

“I need to be strong, I don’t have a choice. There’s a five-year-old girl that needs her mother to be as strong as she can be, to give her everything our parents never gave us.”

“We didn’t want for much.” Daniel pointed out.

“We had clothes, fancy schools, gadgets, but we didn’t have love, support and respect us for who we were, did we? Look at Tom’s family, that is how you have a healthy one-parent home, not what we had. I want that to be Lily’s memories of me, smiling, happy, strong, not hateful like Marie.”

“The last thing I could accuse you of being is Marie, Al. Trust me.” He pulled her close again. “Now, I am on the rigs this Christmas because they are paying double time this year and I want to take, you, Lil’s and Anna on a holiday in the Summer, so we are going to have a great few days and then we are going to see each other after New Years.”

“Dan, you don’t have to….”

“No, I don’t, but I want to, so let’s stop having everyone hide upstairs worrying that you and I are not speaking to one another and enjoy some time together, deal?”

“That sounds like a good deal.” Al smiled, going to the food that Tom had put so much effort into and turning off the over and beginning the process of readying it to be plated.

“Good, I also want to talk to you about this place that is hiring, look at the salary and only an extra ten hours a week for after you finish your degree.” Dan pulled out his phone with a page up, showing her the advertised job for a reputable firm in London.

“One night, Lexi. Dan is with her.” Tom kissed Alexianna’s neck as he spoke. “You deserve to spend time as a young woman, sans daughter.”

“You mean you want to have fun without the risk of Lily interrupting,” Alexianna scoffed as Tom’s kisses became more amorous.

“We won’t get a chance to enjoy a night of just the two of us again for a few months, we may as well enjoy it.” He urged.

“I find it odd that you organised a night of fun for us with my brother, if I’m honest.”

Tom chuckled. “I can assure you, there was no talk of such but he did know I wanted to bring you out. Spending time with you and Lily is incredible, I love it so much, but you and I rarely get to go out alone and you deserve to be treated like the amazing woman you are.”

Smiling slightly, Alexianna turned and kissed him back, grateful that Tom had thought to purchase some more condoms.

#Life is a Game of Risks #chapter 55 #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston

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Craig

— basics.

▸ is your muse tall / short / average?

Craig is taller than average, coming in at just under 6′1″. He’s the tallest of his siblings, with his two younger brothers hitting between 5′9″ - 5′11″.

▸ are they okay with their height?

He’s cool with it, but sometimes worries that he can appear more aggressive because of his imposing height. He’s a gentle giant most of the time, but he will admit that his longer stride has helped in his line of work.

▸ what’s their hair like?

It’s currently a bit shorter than he usually keeps it. His ideal look is something he would describe as “casual viking”. His hair is dark blond, not-quite-wavy, and prone to frizz and texture. This is a good example, though it’s usually just hitting his shoulders.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming?

He likes to keep his beard in check, and usually keeps it slightly grown out. His hair is pretty thick and can get gross quickly when he works out, so he keeps it as well-maintained as he can. He doesn’t spend a whole lot of time on self-grooming, but enough that he looks clean and presentable.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance/what others think?

Honestly? Not really. He likes to look good and feel comfortable. He’s had some comments on his hair, usually about the level of professionalism, but while at work his hair is usually tucked away anyway, so what he chooses to do while offduty is his business.

— preferences.

▸ indoors or outdoors?

Outdoors. As expected from someone who embodies ‘lumberjack dad’, Craig loves to be outdoors. He takes the twins camping almost every summer, and he was also responsible for the treehouse and swing in their backgarden.

▸ rain or sunshine?

Rain. After a long day, there’s nothing he finds more relaxing than sitting on the back porch with a beer and listening to the rain.

▸ forest or beach?

Forest. See ‘lumberjack dad’. He’s pretty good with his hands, is good at climbing, and would survive in a wilderness situation 9/10 times if he was dropped into a wooded area.

▸ precious metals or gems?

Metals.

▸ flowers or perfumes?

Flowers. It’s nicer to have a bunch of wildflowers on the kitchen windowsill than it is to make the house stink artificially. Plus, flowers look nice.

▸ personality or appearance?

Personality. If you’re chill and on his level, then you’re alright.

▸ being alone or being in a crowd?

This one could honestly go either way. He values his personal time, but even then he loves to spend time with his kids. So being in a crowd is more his vibe, especially hockey crowds.

▸ order or anarchy?

Order, though he knows ‘perfect’ order doesn’t exist. He’s seen plenty of misplaced anarchy in his day and, while he knows it has it’s place, he believes that the system must always come back to a state of order or society would collapse. So, while the system may need to be changed, the constant state cannot be an anarchous one, or the system will never be aptly replaced.

▸ painful truths or white lies?

Truths. He has always been open with his kids, and hopes that they will be comfortable enough to be open with him. He isn’t one to shy away from a painful truth, but knows that can be hard for some people to hear. He tends not to lie, but will try to find a way to soften the blow if he can.

▸ science or magic?

Science. He understands the appeal of magic, but hasn’t ever been particularly drawn to the supernatural. He enjoys the knowledge that almost everything has a scientific reasoning, as it makes the world easier to understand and the universe easier to fathom.

▸ peace or conflict?

Peace. Craig is always the peacekeeper, whether on the job or offduty. He’s a good mediator, and prefers to find ways around a conflict instead of becoming aggressive.

▸ night or day?

Night. Again, he finds the quiet calming.

▸ dusk or dawn?

Dawn. The fresh, crisp morning air cut by a strong mug of coffee is one of his favourite scents.

▸ warmth or cold?

Warmth. Once autumn/winter hits, you will not see him without one of several fleecy jumpers or hoodies.

▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends?

Close friends. He knows the value of having people close to lean on in hard times, and the support of his close loved ones has been invaluable in his life. He would rather know the people he’s with than have vapid small talk.

▸ reading or playing a game?

Reading, particularly newspapers. He likes to be caught up with current events. He also likes to have physical newspapers more than digital ones as, once they’re out of date, they can be used for other things.

— questionnaire.

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits?

Despite encouraging his kids to be open with him, Craig has a tendency to hide his negative emotions for fear of putting extra pressure on them. Some lesser bad habits include: not cleaning his hairbrush, biting his nails when they ‘get too long’, forgetting to lock the back door after bringing the dogs back in, and being overly self-critical when he builds something that he considers ‘sub-par’.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them?

The big one was losing his wife, Marie, to cervical cancer. It was a long battle of testing and treatment, only for her to get a reccurance a few months after being declared clear in year two. They had been together over twenty years, having met during university, and despite the long time spent struggling, he still feels like her death was sudden. He really struggled managing his grief alongside continuing to raise Anna and Andrew, and initially tried to shift his own grief to the back of his mind so he could better help them with their own.

The time spent with Marie near the end taught Craig a lot about himself. He realised how little he cared for outward appearances, as he shaved his hair alongside her when hers began to fall out. He learnt that he had the ability to remain strong, even when faced with the greatest tragedy of his life. He learnt that if this, the worst thing he had ever imagined, didn’t break him, then there was nothing that could. It took him a long time to recognise those things, and he still wonders if there was anything more he could have done, but he knows that Marie is better off now than she was suffering, and he knows that he is a better man for having stuck by her and his family through the tragedy.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has?

Craig will always claim that his fondest memories are his wedding and the birth of the twins, but the ones that come to mind are often a lot simpler. The kids first words (Anna’s was “juice” and Andrew’s was “car”), Marie laughing as he tries to cook, Anna smiling at him over her shouder when she learnt how to ride a bike, Andrew blaming Anna when he got caught drawing on the wallpaper, or watching the twins sleep with his wife and realising how lucky he was to have the family he always wanted.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill?

No. Craig has a hard line against that, and it would take a hell of a lot to push him over that line. He knows loss, and he doesn’t wish it on anyone.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down?

He’ll be flustered, and won’t know what to do with his hands. It takes a lot for him to cry, but if he does he won’t hide it. He’s not a loud man either, so he wouldn’t be shouting much. He’ll be quiet, but it’s the quiet that allows him to dissolve. He’s also a hugger.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life?

Yes, but it takes a lot of trust. He has to trust the people he works with if they go into a dangerous situation, but he trusts them implicitly. He trusts his family with his life, and most likely always will.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love?

An absolute puppy. This man will wait on you hand and foot. When Marie was pregnant she had to tell him off for offering to carry her everywhere, and he would barely let her lift a finger. He will absolutely never admit this, but he’s a complete romantic.

Tagged by: @illicreatxm

Tagging: @bystcrdust, @naturally-recklessly, @a-simple-rper, and anyone else who wants to do this ✌️

#craig #about craig #meme #illicreatxm #tw #tw: cancer #cancer mention #character death mention #[bcs i know it's a difficult subject and i don't wanna catch anyone off guard]

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JL Fic Recs: Angst With Happy Ending Pt. 3

Hey all!!

OKAY, so... I somehow LOST the original ask that this list was supposed to attach to, so I’m going to just offer it as a standalone list, because I need it posted for another ask I have, LOL.

So, for whoever asked about 2 months ago for Angst with a Happy Ending, this one is for you, LOL. I’m sorry, I have no idea why your post disappeared from my drafts. Enjoy, all, a rare List Without an Ask :). ENJOY!! And as usual, add your faves! <3

ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING Pt 3

See also:

Angst With a Happy Ending

Angst With a Happy Ending Pt. 2

Angsty Fluff

A Room of One's Own by whitchry9 (K+, 2,174 w., 5 Ch. || S2 Timeline, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Coma, John Whump, Worried Sherlock, POV John, Angst, Friendship/Bromance, Hospital) – When a severe head injury lands John in a coma, somehow he ends up in Sherlock's mind palace. It's actually pretty nice there, and John is entertaining the notion of staying there, rather than returning to his broken body. But Sherlock isn't taking it as well, and John can feel him breaking around him.

To the Nines by suitesamba (M, 2,724 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Magical Realism, Pining, Angst, John Whump, Time Travel, Fortunes, Time Jumps) – John skips forward in time, and Sherlock reads the signs that point to nine. John knows he’ll eventually be with Sherlock, but the waiting is nearly impossible, and his body is a lot more than transport. A foray into magical realism where all the canon events occur, and a hell of a lot more.

Reversed by whitchry9 (K+, 3,072 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Medical Anomolies, John Gets Shot) – The man pointed his gun at John's chest, right at his heart, and shot.' Wherein John is shot, and Sherlock is the one panicking.

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

The Hand You're Dealt by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 12,092 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Light Violence, BAMF John, Doctor John, Injury, Friendship) – Sherlock, John and several others are trapped in a building when an explosion disrupts the crime scene they are working.

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world's only consulting detective will be on his own once again...or will he?

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names, Panic Attack) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

The Palmyra Atoll by elwinglyre (E, 16,609 w., 3 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence / Episode Fix-It, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapped John Watson, John Whump, Evil Mary, Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Toplock, Limited 3rd John POV) – As John's preparing for the wedding, Sherlock is preparing to have his heart broken, and Mary is prepared to do the unthinkable. Intervention required. Enter Sherlock. Set before Sign of Three with a far different outcome. John is drugged, kidnapped, and left on an island, but not just any old island.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination?, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Silhouettes by allonsys_girl (E, 28,585 w., 7 Ch. || Canon Compliant, POV John, Heavy Drinking, Sad/Depressed John, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reunion, Foot Jobs, Blow Jobs, Infidelity, Cheating, Drug Use/Abuse, Anal, Switchlock, Rimming, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John find comfort in each other's arms, but as ever with these two, it's not your typical relationship. It's fluffy at the beginning, gets deeply angsty in the middle, gets porny at the end.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing.Almost...magical.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU || Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) – A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #fic rec sunday #angst with happy ending #long post #angst fics #my fic recs

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impulseislost · 5 years

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Feel Special

He was glad Felix had helped him that day. How he’d made him feel special

or Felix found Minho when he needed him the most

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of homophobia. mentions of blood Characters: Lee Felix, Lee Minho Relationships: Whatever ths ship is with Minho and Felix, keeping in mind this is just for the story and i do not actually believe anyone in this fic is as i have portrayed them Notes: My birthday fic for Minho this year (had to take a big ol screenshot of the mv weeee)

It was raining. And, well, Minho was wet. Obviously. It was pouring down with rain and the entrance didn’t offer much shelter. There was enough that he wasn’t sitting on the wet ground, that his few possesions were dry but other than that, most of him was positively soaked.

He sighed, leaning back to watch the people passing him by without so much as a glance. It was like… He wasn’t even human anymore. Like because his family didn’t want him anymore meant that no one else would.

He hated it.

He was cold, wet and had nowhere to go. God, he hated it so so much. What had he done to god, if there even was one at this point, to be so forsaken?

The rain only poured harder at his question.

Damn.

More people flew past him, on their way out of the rain. They paid him no mind, some sparing him a glance. Dark umbrellas that just ghosted past him.

Minutes passed, and the rain showed no signs of ceasing. Until a man with a brightly coloured umbrella (though man would be an overestimation honestly) came drifting along the path.

His eyes sparkled brightly as he peered around the area with a slight smile on his face. Like he was proud of what he was seeing. The boy’s eyes landed on Minho after a moment and he stopped, his smile falling away as he took in the drowned rat that was Minho.

“... Are you alright hyung? You seem rather soaked?” Minho had no clue why this boy was referring to him as hyung, he’d never met the boy and they were in America for god’s sake. Let alone the fact he probably had no clue Minho spoke Korean in the first place.

“Um, yea. I’m fine.” He mumbled, glancing up at the boy. He seemed to shine, with some sort of inner light as he tilted his head.

“You’re sad, in pain?” Minho had no idea how he knew that, or why the boy seemed to know him. He sure as fuck didn’t.

“What? Are you in--” He started only to get cut off

“There’s a cut along your cheek that’s bleeding. It’s a pretty solid guess.” The boy cut in, tapping his own cheek. Minho flinched, raising his hand to cover his cheek. The boy smiled sadly, coming to sit next to Minho on the wet ground.

“My name’s Felix. Are you alright.” A moment passed before Minho burst into tears. Felix looked stricken and he reached out to tentatively pat Minho on the back. After a moment, Minho shook his head, leaning into the touch.

“My parents told me that God hates the people who don’t fit into the perfect world he created.” Minho started, missing Felix’s offended face, “That God doesn’t want people who don’t fit to exist. They’re wrong. I hope.” He leant back, looking at Felix in distraught.

The boy sighed, looking into the sky.

“I’m sure God doesn’t hate anyone. Christianity probably just took his words too far.” Minho tilted his head for a moment, watching the boy with a frown.

“...My name’s Minho. Sorry.” Felix smiled gently, reassuringly. And like that, they fell into a silence, as the rain fell down around them.

Felix’s umbrella was folded and on the ground beside him, his hands on his lap. Eventually, Felix stood up.

“Do you have any dry clothes to change into Minho hyung?” He shook his head. He’d been forced to leave all of those at home and there was no way his mother was ever letting him step foot inside the house ever again. Felix frowned, offering Minho a hand.

“Let's get you some then.”

(“Felix.” Minho murmured days later as he curled up on the couch next to the boy. The blonde looked down him as if surprised to see him awake before humming. “Does God hate me?”

Felix frowned. And once again Minho found himself remembering that he hadn’t told Felix why he’d found him in the rain that night.

A moment passed, then.

“No. He doesn’t.” Minho sighed, leaning back to look into Felix’s eyes. He had these strange eyes, that sparkled like the universe and glowed in a pale gold. Sometimes when he wasn’t paying attention, Minho was even sure they flashed.

“... My mother told me, the night I left,” Left, such a polite way of putting it, “That he did. That unless I changed my ways, I was going to hell.” Felix froze.

“I promise you, God doesn’t hate you. That he’s positively in love with you.” The boy said after another moment. Minho frowned but said nothing more.)

When Felix was young, much younger he first made a boy. He had given this boy his own will, the ability to choose what he wanted. He gave this boy to a young woman by the name Mary and told her to raise him as if he were her own.

She did.

Back then the world hadn’t taken kindly to the boy, hanging him on a cross to die and holding him into a cave for his body to decay in. Or so the story goes.

In the story, the boy came back after three days to offer some last wisdom to someone.

The truth was far grimmer and Felix hated it.

They’d hung his boy off a cross alright, leaving him with injuries that slowly killed him as they festered. Twice daily they gave him water, refusing him the quicker death that dehydration would offer him.

And when his wounds killed him, they’d locked his body in a cave. Here was where the story diverged from the truth. Three days passed before Felix had found his boy. And on the third, Felix left the cave himself.

He’d been distraught.

It wasn’t until years later that he’d try again.

It wasn’t until he’d known that humans were far less cruel, that they cared more and acts such as ones that had happened to Jesus.

So when he started again, he started more carefully. The boy was given the gift to be himself, to be more cautious. The gift to share his passions in any way he chose. A creative mind.

And carefully, Felix picked out a family to leave his boy with. From afar he watched as Minho grew into an amazing human until he decided it was safe to leave the boy alone.

He hadn’t been careful enough, he realised the night he found Minho crying in front of that diner. His heart had ached for the boy as he sat down to talk to Minho for the first time in his 22 years.

So he did his best to comfort the boy.

Minho asked him, almost two weeks after if God hated him. Felix had to pause. No, no he didn’t hate Minho. He had never hated him. Hell, he couldn’t bring himself to physically think of it either.

So he answered as honestly as he could.

Days later as he watched Minho dance around the kitchen he realised just how true that was. He loved Minho, more than he ever should’ve.

He felt disturbed. What?

Another day passed, and Minho was leaning on him on the couch. Telling him stories of his childhood. And… Maybe for the first time, Felix opened up.

“Minho I… I’ve been living for a very long time. Long enough that it’s become difficult for me to be surprised.” The human tilted his head, looking at Felix in confusion. He sighed, looking behind him at the wall, “Still, you manage to surprise me every day.”

The boy’s head tilted to the right, questioning. Felix smiled sadly.

“After you’ve seen Rome’s fall, seen thousands killed in your name, you’ve seen everything.” He said with a shrug. Minho looked very, very confused for a moment before raising an eyebrow. As if, he was expecting Felix to go on. He sighed. “You always do so much for others, give up so much of yourself Minho. But even when things turn out horrible you just… Keep going.”

Minho stared at him for another few moments before he cleared his throat.

“Well… I don’t have much else going for me do I?”

A month or two had passed since Felix had… Unceremoniously adopted Minho. Honestly, he had no fucking clue how that one had happened, other than he’d entered the house with a bag and now he had like…. Slightly more than a bag.

He’d tried to pay Felix back, oh trust him he head, but every time he attempted the god had denied him.

‘It’s in my nature’ he’d say. Well, fuck that.

Fuck Felix for being so nice. So kind. So-- Nope. Minho wasn’t going down that path in a hurry. Nope, nopitty nope.

That was a scary thought and one Minho wasn’t quite ready to bring himself to deal with.

It wasn’t to say that Felix wasn’t good looking - quite the opposite really, he was quite literally star kissed in every sense of the words - but Minho was scared.

He didn’t want to be cast out again. He knew Felix wasn’t like that, but the tiny voice in the back of his head was always there. What if?

Even now, sitting on the couch next to Felix scared him. What if he was radiating gay energy or some bullshit his mother used to sprout. Still…

He found himself staring at Felix. He was beautiful, in every sense of the word, just watching the drama on the laptop screen in front of him in rapture. He loved watching him, loved him in general. But… He knew he'd never ever admit that aloud.

“You’re staring.” Minho pulled himself out of his stupor, cheeks reddening. Felix smiled at him gently, watching the boy fondly.

“Sorry.” He murmured after a moment. Felix smiled again, leaning over to pat his shoulder.

“No worries.” The blonde giggled, before retreating back into his original position. A moment passed for Minho, his cheeks still bright red, before he slowly let out the breath he had accidentally held.

Fuck.

So… Maybe, just maybe he liked Felix. Liked the way Felix acted. How he was so kind and caring. Minho was scared. Liking Felix like that scared him.

Gods weren’t supposed to fall for their creations. One of the first rules he’d been taught before he was sent to create his own life. Higher beings weren’t supposed to lest they show favouritism towards the creation.

Felix loved all his creations. Even the ones in Australia, though what had come over him when he had created the platypus he had no idea. Still.

Minho held a special place in his heart, one he wasn’t quite sure what to make of. What did it mean? The way his heart raced and his cheeks reddened whenever Minho said or did anything even remotely unplatonic (Which the human was trying to avoid keep in mind, after all, he was going through currently the biggest gay panic in his life over Felix), It was really confusing.

He didn't understand.

The way when Minho curled up into him he felt like his heartbeat so loud that the boy could hear. The way that his breath hitched whenever he caught the boy dance.

He googled his symptoms once.

What does it mean when your heart races because of a boy. The first result was WebMD so he quickly left that page. He was decently sure he wasn’t having a heart attack after all.

why are my cheeks going red whenever he's around was just as useless. Why couldn’t google tell him what was happening? He found himself avoiding Minho after a while.

He wanted to escape the way his heart hurt, the way his breath quickened. It wouldn’t last him long. Minho wasn’t stupid, he knew that. He’d figure it out and confront him and… Felix wanted to figure out what was wrong with him before then.

Okay Google, why does he make me smile so much? How do I know if I love him? How do I stop loving him? A week and a half passed before Minho cornered him. Just… In the kitchen.

“You’re avoiding me Lix.” Felix turned around, glancing at Minho innocently.

“What do you mean?” Minho squinted at him.

“You don’t hug me, barely talk to me sometimes and I’ve seen you actively leave the room when it services you.” Felix froze. Shit.

A moment passed before Felix sighed.

“Something’s wrong with me. I don’t understand.” It was Minho’s turn to freeze.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know! My heart keeps racing and my cheeks keep burning and I don’t know what’s causing it.” He muttered out in a rush. Another moment passed before Minho reached out to pull him into a hug.

Felix’s cheeks flamed up.

“Lucky person, whoever it is.” He hadn’t realised he was so easy to figure out. Apparently, he was if Minho had figured out his predicament.

He paused, before shrugging and deciding to go for it. Damn it, if it made things awkward he’d suffer through it.

“Yea, you are.” Minho stiffened, before glancing at Felix, his own cheeks ruby and warm.

Minho wasn’t sure he’d heard that right? Felix liked him?

He pulled away from the blonde to stare at him. Before he swallowed.

“I uh…” He said, very intelligently.

“You don’t have to say anything but. I thought…” Felix whispered. Fuck it.

Minho flushed, before leaning to kiss Felix. A second passed before he pulled away, to see Felix’s flushed and red face.

“... Hey... Do you maybe… Wanna go out sometime?” Felix’s eyes widened before he frantically nodded. Minho giggled. Cute.

He was glad, that Felix had helped him that day. How the boy had made him feel special. Maybe one day he’d be able to return the favour.

#stray kids #happy birthday minho #lee minho #lee know #lee felix #felix #stray kiddos #stray kids fics #star kissed #the boy with cat eyes #stray kids scenarios #birthday fic #im editing/queing this at midnight so i have no briancells left so this probably doesnt make sense but fuck ti #im at school all day tomrrow so i wont be able to post it at 10 bc wifi #and i added a disclaimer y'all cant @ me for being gay #also happy birthday nonce again minho hope you have the most amazing 22nd #wishing you the best love <3

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 5 years

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Such a Softer Sin (Chapter seven)

(Chapter one)

(Chapter two)

(Chapter three)

(Chapter four)

(Chapter five)

(Chapter six)

More sad feels, but it gets better.

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The next morning Connor woke before Murphy and Lila, he made a phone call into work, leaving a message to say he and his brother wouldn't be coming in. He explained about Lila or ‘Murph and I’s lass’ as he had called her and that they needed to spend the day with her to make sure she was alright. He knew it would have been taken as Lila was he and Murphy’s girlfriend but he didn't care. The three of them may not have been romantically linked, but the twins both saw her as theirs. It even became an unspoken knowledge in the days she had worked at McGinty’s. The men still looked at her, any lad with eyes would have, but they knew from how the twins were that she belonged to them and they’d never act on it. Murphy had said more than a few colourful words to some of the lads that had made some crude comments about the lass the night before her date after she had left, and put them well and truly in their place. As Murphy so eloquently put it, if any of them even tried to make a move on Lila, ‘there won’t be a single fuckin’ bone in yer body that ain’t broken, am I makin’ meself clear lads?’ You always knew Murphy meant business when he used his low voice, it was downright menacing.

After Connor rang their work, he rang the bar, leaving a message for Aileen to say that Lila would need a few days off work and what had happened, he knew the woman would be understanding about it and he wondered if she had any advice for them to help Lila out. Next on the agenda was the lasses Ma. He didn't have her number though and the lass didn't have her bag for him to look through to see if he could find anything. He would have gone to her apartment, but he realised he and Murphy didn't actually know where it was. He didn't want to bother her about it, but he knew he'd have to talk to her when she woke up, he’d offer to make the call himself so she wouldn't get too upset.

When Murphy woke up, the pair didn't speak, they didn't want to wake the girl up. Connor made them a pot of coffee and some toast and they sat at the table eating and drinking silently, the pair glancing at the sleeping girl occasionally with somber faces. They were dreading her waking up, knowing how upset she would be. They were both dressed in their usual jeans and black t-shirts but didn't bother with their boots since they didn't plan on going anywhere just yet. A few hours passed and the girl was still out cold, they were worried but they figured she needed it, her mind and body had been through enough.

Rocco turned up at around dinner time, when he was free he’d sometimes go and see the twins at work and have lunch with them but when he went by he got told they were off, seeing to their girl. Connor took him out into the hall and explained what had happened and the usually happy man was gutted. He had met the girl once, the second day she had been in McGintys, before he had passed out. She was a lovely girl and the boys had done nothing but gush about her since they'd met her, he knew they both liked her and she was good for the pair of them.

“Aw fuck man, whys shit always gotta happen to good people?” He frowned, wiping a hand over his face as he looked at Connor. The fair-haired twin looked like he hadn't slept and Rocco knew the boys would have been taking it hard. He offered to go and grab them some lunch and when he brought it back he got out of their hair. They ate their deli sandwiches quietly, leaving Lilas for when she would eventually wake up.

Mary felt a dull ache in her chest. She knew this was going to happen, her father had been sick for over a year, but it reminded her of the loss of her husband all over again and she was heartbroken for her poor little Delila. Her daughter had taken care of the man for a year, taking it upon herself to be his carer instead of going out and living her life, and she knew she would be taking it hard. When she turned up at her apartment, there was no answer, no noise from inside at all, and she was worried where her daughter might be given what her mental state would be. She went to McGinty's next, Lila had mentioned she worked there during one of their nightly phone calls and she hoped maybe she was there. Once again she came up empty-handed when she saw no signs of her. After talking to the older barmaid though, she found out Lila had stayed the night with two brothers. She was concerned at first until Aileen assured her that there were no more virtuous boys than the MacManus twins and how they had helped her the day she came in for the first time soaked from the rain. She explained the three were close friends and Mary remembered her daughter talking about a Connor and Murphy, it turned out those were the brothers Aileen was talking about. Aileen gave her the directions to their place so she could see her daughter.

It wasn't in the best part of Southie and the building looked like illegal loft housing, but she didn’t judge, hell her and her husband had lived in worse when they first arrived to the States. When she got to their door, she stopped to listen for a moment and she could hear voices inside.

“Lila love, please eat somethin’, ye’ll waste away.” She heard one of them plead. Despite herself she smiled just a little, it was obvious they were trying to take care of her and that made her feel better about her being there.

“Lass, just take a bite, one bite aye?” The other asked sounding bordering on desperate. Her daughter didn't speak though and she was worried about how bad she was fairing in all of this. She raised her hand and knocked loudly, causing silence in the apartment.

“Fuck off Rocco, come back later!” One of them called out, she shook her head and smiled a little, knocking harder once again.

The door swung open as the dark haired boy was in mid-sentence, a brooding scowl on his face.

“For fuck sake Roc, we just told ye-” His eyes widened when he saw her, it didn't take a genius to figure out who she was, she looked like an older version of Lila and the wild red hair was a dead giveaway. She almost laughed at his horrified expression.

“I’m sorry ma’am! I- I thought ye were someone else. Fuck...I mean...Shit. Sorry!” His eyes were as wide as saucers and he almost facepalmed himself for being so fucking panicked by the woman. He looked like a little boy that had been scolded by his mother and she gave him a warm smile.

“Is Lila here sweetheart?” She asked kindly, her eyes flitting to behind him where she saw the blonde twin sat on a mattress next to Lila who was hugging her knees refusing to even look at him. The poor soul was holding a sandwich he was trying to offer her as she ignored him. Murphy blinked and nodded, letting her in and shutting the door. He felt like such an ass for swearing at her and he was glad she didn't seem mad about it. If anything, she looked almost amused.

When Connor saw her, he stood up and set the sandwich down, wiping a hand on his pants as he extended it to her and shook her hand.

“Nice te meet ye ma’am, I’m Connor, this is me brother Murphy, sorry about yer Da.” He said softly with a furrowed brow. Upon looking at the boys it was clear they were tired and looked upset themselves and she wondered just how close the three of them were for them to be helping her so much and to be so affected by the loss.

“Thank you. Just call me Mary.” She said softly, glancing to her daughter and furrowing her brow. Lila acted like she hadn't even heard her mother was there. Murphy went over, crouching next to the mattress and stroking the back of her head. Her hair was down now, Murphy had kindly taken all the pins out for her after she woke since her hands were shaking too badly to do it herself. She had also weakly asked for something to wear since her dress wasn't very comfortable and she was now wearing a pair of Connors sweatpants with one of Murphy's shirts. She looked even smaller in them with how big they seemed on her.

“Lila m’girl, yer Ma’s here.” He whispered softly to her, although her mother caught it. She couldn't help but feel like there was more than friendship going on here but it made her happy. If she had found someone, she deserved it.

Lila peaked out from her arms and her mother's heart broke. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying so much and she looked utterly broken. Murphy stood and moved away, giving the pair some privacy. The boys stepped out for a smoke as Mary sat down on the mattress in front of her daughter. Lila launched herself at her, clinging onto her as she broke down once again. Her mother found herself crying too. They both knew this was coming, but it still hurt all the same.

“Oh Lila sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” The thought of her daughter finding the body was heart clenching, she didn't think she'd be able to cope if it had been her.

“I’m sorry Ma, I’m so sorry. It's my fault, I shouldn't have gone out, I’m so sorry.” Lila cried desperately, her voice slightly muffled in her mother's shoulder. Mary frowned and moved her away, giving her a stern look as Lila sniffled and wiped her eyes.

“Delila Marie Kelly, don’t ye dare be blamin’ yerself for this.” She scolded, looking at her daughter concerned. Lila lowered her head and a weak sob left her lips.

“But Ma, he died alone.” She whispered sadly, shaking her head.

“Now listen te me right now, ye know as well as I do that's how he would have wanted te go. He wouldn't have wanted ye te be there Lila, and ye know it. Ye couldn't have helped him any, it was his time. I don't want te hear ye blame yerself again. Got it?” She was firm but it was the tough love she needed, hearing that her mother didn't blame her was enough to ease some of the guilt that had burrowed into her heart and took residence there. She nodded and wiped her eyes, smiling weakly when her mother reached out and stroked her hair.

“What now?” Lila asked quietly.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll make all the arrangements and I’ll let ye know alright?” She pulled her in for another hug and Lila nodded as she clung to her. They hugged for a long while and when they moved apart, Mary looked at her daughter with a smile.

“So this is Connor and Murphy? They’re handsome devils aren’t they?” She asked trying to lighten the mood, giving Lila a knowing smile. Lila blushed furiously, snorting a little and lowered her head. She was glad her mother was acting normal, it gave her a semblance of normal despite her world being turned upside down.

“Ma, we’re just friends.” She whined a little, trying not to smile and failing.

“Uh huh, friends...that's why Murphy called ye his girl?” She asked with a smirk. Lila hadn't even noticed really. He called her love and m’girl all the time, she never read anything into it, just like when Connor called her sweetheart or constantly told her she was pretty. She leveled her gaze at her mother and Mary raised her hands in surrender jokingly.

“Alright, alright. Well either way, they have my seal o’ approval. Not a lot o’ girls are lucky enough te have a handsome Irish fella lookin’ after them, let alone two.” She smiled, making Lila blush again.

“Ma!” She scolded, swatting her mother's arm and making her chuckle.

“I have te get goin’, start makin’ arrangements, will ye be alright here?” She asked looking worried, taking Lilas hand and squeezing it.

“Yeah, they'll take care of me.” She said with a weak smile. They both stood and Lila walked her over to the door. She was sad to see her mother go again but she would see her again soon enough, her presence had calmed her enough to bring her back from the brink of a very dark place.

“Chin up sweetheart, he wouldn't want ye mopin’ about the place. And make sure ye eat the food the boys give ye, ye’ll make yerself sick.” She chided, being all motherly as always and Lila rolled her eyes playfully as she hugged her.

“Aye Ma.” She snorted, making her mother chuckle. Mary was glad she had been able to help her daughter somewhat. It wasn't going to be easy and they still had the funeral to get to, but she knew they'd all be okay, her daughter had two very lovely men willing to help her through this incredibly dark time and she was grateful for that. They had to be okay, death was just a part of life. She’d learnt that the hard way when her husband was murdered.

They said their goodbyes and when she left, Lila sat back on the mattress, picking up her deli sandwich and eating some of it. She couldn't stomach much but she ate almost half of it. Not too long after she saw Murphy poke his head through the window, looking if the coast was clear, Lila almost laughed at how scared he actually looked of her mother.

“She’s gone Murph.” She said softly, making him look at her. His face brightened with a wide smile as he saw not only had she attempted to eat, but she looked a bit better. She wasn't crying and she was actually talking now, so it was a start. He climbed through the window with Connor in tow and they both sat on the bed with her. Murphy to her right and Connor in front of her.

“Ye look a bit better lass.” Connor smiled at her, reaching out and holding her hand. She gave him a smile back and then looked to Murphy who was now twirling a long strand of her wavy hair around his fingers.

“Thank you both, for everything. I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you two.” She said sincerely. Murphy gave her a small smile as his hands wound into the hair at the nape of her neck and she felt Connor squeeze her hand.

“Ain’t a problem love. Like ye said te us, you bein’ okay means more te us than anythin’ else.” Murphy grinned, looking at her through his lashes. They stayed in companionable silence for a moment before Connor spoke up.

“Murphy's scared o’ ye Ma.” He blurted, a shit eating grin on his face. Lila burst out laughing, she had seen his face when he was checking if she was gone and now it was confirmed.

“Fuck you! Ye weren't the one who swore at her like a dick.” He huffed indignantly, glowering at his brother. Lila decided to have some fun and shot Connor a shot, he knew instantly what she was going to do and he had to bite his lip so he didn't laugh.

“You swore at my mother?” She asked, scowling at him and looking all hurt like. Murphy's eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly.

“Nay m’girl, t’wasn’t like that I swear! I thought she was Rocco!” He looked more scared now than he had with her mother and she fought to keep a straight face.

“I thought we were friends Murphy and then you do this?!” She looked so offended that Connor almost gave her a standing ovation for her performance. He kept silent as he watched the horror on Murphys face at the thought of upsetting the wee lass after all she had been through.

“We are love! I said I was sorry t’her. Fuckin’ Christ!” He was panicking now, his voice getting higher and he looked to Connor for help but he just shrugged.

“Lords name brother.” He smirked, making Lila snort and give herself away. Murphys head whipped to her and he squinted at her. For a lass that was so offended a second ago she didn't look so much offended now. The look he gave her made her cave and she burst out laughing, Connor following suit.

“Fuckin’ hell Murph! Ye should o’ seen yer face! T’wasn’t like that I swear!” He cackled delightfully as he mocked him, loving having someone to help him tease his younger brother.

Murphy huffed and sat back against the wall with his broad arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, ha ha, very fuckin’ funny.” He grumbled as he sat there brooding. Lila stifled another laugh and scooted closer, lowering her head so she could look up at him, blinking her long lashes as she pouted. He tried not to give in but he wasn't fooling anyone, least of all himself. He flicked her lower lip gently and she yelped in shock, making Connor bark a laugh all over again. It was nice just laughing with them again, and she knew despite the ache in her chest and the loss she would never forget, she’d be okay in the end as long as she had these two goofs by her side.

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theyrealllegends · 5 years

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Careful (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Chapter Summary: As promised, you went out to have drinks with Roger and the boys after your final exam not knowing what the night would bring

Author’s Note: I love soft Rog if I may say so myself. There’s going to be a little bit of action in this chapter and a bit of angst maybe? Hope you enjoy it, kids!

Words: ~2.5k

Warnings: swearing and drinking

Chapter 3:

Previous Parts: Ch. 1, Ch. 2

The drive home from your new flat was fun because in the middle of the talk the two of them fell silent and you could see Freddie stare at Roger in disbelieve before Roger moved really slowly to turn up the radio’s volume.

Roger snorted before he turned to you at a red light. “You hear that, love? And this fucker in the backseat said we were too bad to be played on the radio!” His imitation of Freddie and the fact that he started beaming with luck made you smile but as Freddie raised his voice to sing along to the song - and it was no-one else but him singing the original one, his voice was truly glorious - and Roger ran his hand through his hair before softly humming some background notes, it almost made you cry. It was a beautiful song and hearing Roger’s husky yet somehow deep singing voice gave you goosebumps in the best way possible.

When you got home after your exam on Monday, you went straight to Roger’s room and dropped yourself on the bed next to him.

“I fucking did it”, you told him and he laughed, starting to run his fingers through your hair.

“Yes, you did. Also, you already adapted to Freddie’s talking.” He was right, you never swore. And you had no idea what had made you that moment but it didn’t really matter, because seconds later you were asleep.

You woke up to somebody’s laugh and the smell of pizza. You also noticed, that Roger must had taken your shoes off and covered yourself in one of his blankets. When you carefully peeked into the kitchen there were Roger, Freddie and two other, long haired men you’d never seen.

“Oh, there you are, princess”, Roger said beaming, as he got up. “I hope they didn’t wake you, we got you pizza. Vegetarian, right?”

“Thanks”, you said smiling. “I’ll make myself look decent.”

“Bullocks, Tiffany”, Freddie called you out. “You’re a sweet angel, especially compared to the look of these two”, he said, nodding into the direction of the two strangers. “That one’s Brian and this is John.”

“Nice to meet you”, you said and forced yourself to smile at them as if it wasn’t weird to have two men you’d never seen before in your flat. Brian smiled back while John looked at his pizza and blushed in a way you could relate to what made you feel better in an instant.

“Come on, your pizza will get cold”, Roger told you, putting a hand on your lower back and softly guiding you to the table.

“I’ll just grab a chair from my room”, you told him as the situation dawned on you but Roger just shrugged it off.

“You’re tiny and a freaking athlete, Tiffy, don’t you think I’ll be able to handle your weight for the time it takes you to eat a pizza?”, he asked and you fell silent because you had no comeback for that, even though you were willing yourself hard to come up with some witty remark. Especially since you believed you’d be close to his height in heels. So you just allowed Roger to pull you onto one of his legs and the only comfort you found was that John blushed, too, as you felt your face burn.

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You tried not to stumble as Brian held the pub’s door open for you, smiling and you followed Freddie and Roger who were looking around with nothing but self-esteem, making you feel like they owned the place. They even made the waitress rush as they had settled on a table and you were trying to catch a breath through all the smoke and the smell of liquor in the air.

“You alright?”, Roger asked you, his face close to yours so he wouldn’t have to yell for you to hear him.

“Just thankful that you don’t smoke at home”, you told him and he chuckled softly, before putting his hand on Freddie’s lighter so he couldn’t motion it towards the cigarette between his lips.

“You don’t smoke, love?”

“I’m a bore, I fear”, you told him and unintentional made the boys laugh, smiling at you heart-warmingly.

“You’re most certainly not”, Brian assured you and John nodded in agreement.

“What can I get you?”, the waitress interrupted Roger who was about to agree with Brian.

“Four large pale ales and something sweet for our angel girl”, Freddie said before you could even think of something that wouldn’t mess with your head while not proving Brian wrong. “Oh, get her a cider, please!” Roger rolled his eyes at him but you tried to give him a reassuring smile, you could handle a little white wine, what harm could apple wine do you?

Except that it didn’t end with the first glass because one of the boys would just go for the same order in one hand-movement, probably to safe time. But as you lost count of how many ciders you’d had, you also didn’t mind about the smoke anymore. Actually, all you wanted to do was lean into Roger’s shoulder who at some point had sneaked his arm behind your body on top of the bench the two of you sat on with Freddie. You couldn’t take your eyes off his cigarette, the way he held it between two fingers, how he’d put it between his lips, inhale the smoke deeply and then letting it escape his mouth in a direction away from your face. You noticed you weren’t the only one feeling buzzed on the table as John, who they just called Deaky, started talking, making you giggle with his sharp tongue.

“You good, babe?”, Roger assured himself again as you didn’t have second thoughts about resting your head against his muscular shoulder anymore.

“Perfectly fine”, you mumbled, smiling while running your fingers through your hair. Roger’s eyes followed your movement and he smiled back at you. He looked like he held himself back from kissing the top of your head or something, but what did you know.

“You should head home, soon, Fred”, Brian said at some point. It was too dark and your sight too blurred for you to read your wristwatch but you were sure he was right. “Mary hates it when you get home that late.”

“I hate to admit it, but you’re right”, Freddie said, grinning, before softly touching your shoulder. “You want to share a cab?”

“When it’s no longer our place or yours, Fred, but right now that wouldn’t make any sense and I’m not paying for your ride”, Roger said before you could say something.

“Sharing a cab with you sounds fun to me, though”, you told him and Freddie’s face lit up.

“You’re too sweet, Tiff.”

The way home wasn’t as bad as you’d feared. Roger’s arm was around your shoulders and yours was tightly around his waist to keep each other warm and stable and he was smoking with his free hand while the two of you couldn’t care less about the rain that made your hair frizz up or the cold wind whistling on the corners of the almost empty street. The fresh air helped you catch an easier breath than the smoke in the pub had let you and it made the pain behind your eyes vanish. It wasn’t until you tried to unlock your apartment’s door that you finally realised why Roger always had a hard time to be quiet. Getting your keys into the lock was an incredibly hard task and you felt like you needed the wall to be stable on the way to your room as Roger’s arms were around you all of a sudden. You covered your mouth to hold back the surprised scream that had formed in your throat as he carried you to your door bridal style. He softly put you down on your tidily made bed and your fingers caught the collar of his striped button down as you let yourself sink into your pillows. Roger laughed as his body moved on top of yours, his hands softly cupping your cheeks and his eyes beaming with joy.

“You have no fucking idea how sexy you are, Tiffy”, he mumbled, his voice huskier than usual and his breath made you shiver as it touched your neck.

“What makes you say that?”, you questioned as he moved to lie next to you. He fumbled around a little, so he could take off his coat and then extended one arm for you to rest your head on it. You started running your fingers over his ribcage, suddenly wishing he had worn something that wouldn’t cover his skin like this button down did.

“It’s the way you move and your eyes, mostly”, Roger said moving closer. You ran your fingers through his hair as his head was above yours again. He closed his eyes and moaned silently as you gripped some of the strands, noticing that touching his hair was something you secretly had wanted to do for a long time. Roger’s lips felt hot as they found yours but he at least tried to keep the kiss soft and at you pace as you got over the initial shock. Then you felt a tingle in your whole body that made you feel light and all warm on the inside, making you wish to feel more of him, his body close to yours and his bare skin under your fingers. At some point, Roger pulled you on top of him, so the two of you could continue the heated kiss while you finally unbuttoned his shirt and his hands were under your dark-grey turtleneck, touching your waist and your tummy but only up to your belly button, as if he was scared you wouldn’t want him to get dirty with you.

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When you woke up, your heartbeat was loudly pounding in your head and you felt like you could finish three bottles of water in a row. You tried to turn around and moaned because the room started spinning around you in the process, leaving you to lie on your back and stare at the ceiling until it eventually got better. Finally, you managed to sit up and put your feet on the ground, even though you didn’t really know how you were able to walk and make it to your door without knocking down your wardrobe in the process. Maybe it was the smell of grilled cheese and the thought that carbs would soak up the leftover alcohol in your body that gave you the strength to make it to the kitchen. Your heart clenched as you spotted Roger, preparing you tea in just his jeans and you thought about how he must’ve felt when he’d woken up. You thought it was impossible that from all men, Roger Meddows Taylor could be interested in you. The girls he’d had in the past were all incredibly pretty, with blond hair and big boobs - or big butts, or both, really - and white smiles and everything you didn’t have.

“Morning, love”, he mumbled to your surprise. His voice was hoarse and it made you shiver.

“Hey”, you answered, noticing the pain in your throat and Roger smiled, as you moved over to sit on the kitchen’s counter while he was carefully putting hot water on the tea bags in the two mugs you two had chosen were your favourite ones.

“You okay?”, he asked you softly, running his fingers over you leg quickly before biting his lip and removing his fingers.

“Everything’s hurting but I shall survive”, you said and he laughed what made him cough a few seconds later.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable last night”, he said as he caught his breath again.

“I was thinking just the same”, you mumbled, blushing.

“You’re a fucking precious girl, I really shouldn’t be touching you, at all, actually.”

“But -”, you tried to come up with an argument, hating your law infused brain failing to do so.

“You’re just -“, Roger tried to explain, looking lost and you started to feel sick as he was searching for the next words, trying to get ready for the pain he’d make you feel but knowing you’d never be prepared for his rejection. He could make you melt in his hands and you’d never felt the desire to be close to someone that Roger made you feel. “You’re so pure, you know? I don’t want you to lose your innocence because I really don’t deserve that.” He fell silent as he could see tears in your eyes and Roger’s heart clenched.

He’d loved every single second about last night, every noise he had pulled from your lips; your soft moans and your heavy breaths had been music to his ears. The way your fingers pulled at his hair or moved over his body before finally getting rid of his shirt send electric shocks through every last corner of his body, making him want you like he’d never wanted anything else before. Your smell made his senses go crazy and feeling your heartbeat close to his as you fell asleep was the most peaceful experience he’d had in his whole life. Yet here he was, trying to fight down his boner which he knew was a battle he couldn’t win as long as he had you so close to him. He knew he wasn’t good, would never be good enough for you and the last thing he wanted was to make you cry - which was exactly what he did with his words.

“Tiff, please”, he said softly. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, babe, I don’t want you to cry for me!” You had a hard time breathing and the look on his face, the worry in his eyes made it worse.

“No, I’m sorry”, you got out somehow, trying to move away from him but you couldn’t move as you saw the muscles under his skin stiffen and his gaze becoming desperate. “Can we just have this tea, please?”

“Of course”, he didn’t hesitate to answer softly. He pulled out the tea bags and moved for the fridge to hand you the creamer. It took you another cup to be able to carefully slip off the counter before you sat on the table and silently ate the grilled cheese Roger had made for the two of you. It was the best thing you had eaten in your whole life, it felt like, especially because it really helped to clear your thoughts.

“Rog?”

“Hm”, he let out to let you know he was listening.

“We’re alright, aren’t we?”

“If you’re alright, I am, Tiffy.”

“I am”, you said and he smiled.

“I’m glad, love.”

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consultingsister-aa · 5 years

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❤ [ love, Sebastian ]

FOUR AND ONE // @asteriananthologies

❤ five four times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.

I. Cecelia’s life has improved greatly the day she realised it didn’t need to be anyones birthday to buy cake. During the awkward ten minutes between her getting out of work and Charlotte getting out of school she had picked out a three layer chocolate cake, grin on her face from tesco. Of course, Charlie had chastised her for the decision, although it didn’t stop her digging in when they got home. Probably because she knew this was the closest thing Celia got to making dinner. Perched against the breakfast bar in the kitchen, while Charlie sat in one of the spinning chairs, they each attacked the cake with forks, enjoying the almost rebellious feel of not cutting it up into slices. “Do you think you and daddy would ever get back together?” Innocent eyes look up at Celia, as if she was just asking if she had a nice day at work. She knew what she was doing, Cee was sure of it.

As she chews on her mouthful of cake, she pretends to consider. She can understand her daughter’s desire. It would be nice to have a settled home life. “No. We’re very different people now. Does that make you sad?”

To her mother’s surprise, Charlie shakes her head rather vigorously, swallowing her cake before admitting, “I like having two christmases.” Celia points her fork towards her with a lazy flick of her wrist, as if to say, that’s my girl. “I know why you don’t want to be with James though. It’s because you love Sebastian now. That’s okay by the way, I know I should be sad about it but I like Seb too.” She gets it all out in one breath, obviously it’s been on her mind for a while. Now Cecelia really does choke on her cake; coughing and spluttering as she meets the younger girls look, shock etched into her own watering eyes. “Charlotte, I do not love Moran. What the hell?”

II. “You do know that if- when this all goes to plan, your boyfriend shall be going to prison as well, Cece?”

221b Baker Street was a mess of files, papers, documents, crime scene photos and half drunk cups of tea. No seat, surface or inch of wallpaper was free from some sort of proof that James Moriarty was, in fact, the world’s most evil man alive. Or at least, in the opinion of the rooms occupants. Sherlock lent against the mantelpiece, looking tired but satisfied while Mycroft and John had managed to clear enough space on the dining room chairs to sit. Celia, on the other hand, stood in the middle of the room, looking around their compiled evidence with barely hidden glee, only for her smile to fall at Sherlock’s words. “And who exactly is my boyfriend today?”

But it was John who offered up an answered, muffled slightly by the hand covering his face. “Sebastian Moran is my first guess.” He peaks through his fingers to see Celia’s look of shock mingled fury and grins at her. “Cee, we’ve been following Moriarty’s staff for weeks. You think we didn’t know you met up with him? We actually considered you might be working for Moriarty at one point. They Sherlock noticed you were twirling your hair around your finger whenever you talked to him. Classic Cecelia in love move. Mary confirmed it for us.” All three of the men seemed to get more and more satisfaction from her, as Cecelia stared about, open mouthed. She actually hadn’t known they were following Sebastian. They had considered that as risky as following Moriarty himself, but obviously they had worked around that. Without telling her! Maybe this was back when they thought she might have been a double agent. She’s actually sort of pleased with that vote of confidence from them all, but the idea that she was in love with Sebastian Moran? Fucking ridiculous. She stutters over her words. “I don’t– I’m not– for fuck sake!” They’re all grining now. “I do not love Sebastian fucking Moran!”

III. Celia has never been good with blood. The fact she only gets vaguely nauseous these days is actually a grande improvement. Having completed one year of medicine at university though seems to have given people this idea that she’s practically a doctor. What most people don’t seem to realise is she spent every second class outside the lab breathing deeply in an attempt to get the corrider to stop spinning. She’s half convinced that this ‘turning up on her doorstep bleeding to death’ thing is her friends idea of exposure therapy. She also doesn’t totally buy that she was the closest safe house to Sebastian when he got stabbed; surely Moriarty has better places for his staff, and his second in command no less, to get stitched up than her house. Still, apart from all the blood, she’s pleased to see him. It gives her a little rush to know that he would come to her when in need. She’s always liked to be needed. “I want you to know,” Cee begins, breathing through her mouth as she pokes him with her needle, wincing herself, “that I’m not doing this out of love or compassion or anything, I’m doing it so you don’t bleed all over my carpet. Medical care is free in England, ya know? I’m charging you.”

IV. What might be for the first time in her life, Celia looks awful. Her whole face is completely drained of blood and dark bags underline her eyes; a mess of lack of sleep and waterproof mascara not coming off. She can’t exactly sit up to greet him, three broken ribs will do that to you, but she does offer Moran a grin. Maybe it’s the fluorescent hospital lights, but even this small amount of effort seems to flush her cheeks and sickly green.

She knows what he did. Moriarty would have likely gone the full hog and killed her the night previous if it wasn’t for him. Cee would have liked to say she didn’t give the criminal mastermind what he wanted but her threshold for pain is very low and she’ll cry at the drop of a hat these days. She’s not sure how long Moriarty got alone with her. It felt like hours but it could have been minutes for all she knows. He had sweetly explained to her that he was going to hurt her with the intention of causing the most pain he could, without allowing her to pass out or become unconscious from lack of blood. You can imagine the mess Cecelia was in then when Mycroft finally showed up with an army of policemen and ambulance crew, no Moriarty in sight. But she knew, she knew who had talked Moriarty out of his plan, and she knew who had called her brothers. He had appeared above her last night, in a haze of tears and pain like a guardian angel, willing her to stay awake. It was so hazy now she could not have been sure it was even him, but his visit to her sick bed confirmed it for her. He can’t stay long, she knows that before her says it. The only thing worse that Mycroft finding out would be Moriarty finding out about his visit. She’s starting to understand now. “It wasn’t just because of our case against him,” she whispers, her throat dry and scratchy from all the screaming and begging the night before. “He thinks you–” tears are rolling down her cheeks already. “He thinks we love each other.” She forced a smile. “I assured him we did not.”

V. It had been months of rain. She knew that was impossible, if the rain didn’t let up for months they would probably all drown or something, but that’s what it felt like. New York City was as grey as London was when she left it. The whole world was grey without Charlie in it. Pointless people leading pointless lives, going about their business like the world didn’t end when Charlotte Holmes did. Cecelia’s world ended. She’ll carry on for the sake of carrying on but her hearts not really in it anymore. She tries to find passions in other things; persuading herself that Charlie wouldn’t have wanted her to just give up. In truth she doesn’t know what Charlotte would have wanted. It probably doesn’t even occur to a nine year old what she would want for her mother after she died. Parents shouldn’t have to bury their children; it was one of life’s sickest jokes. In a shallow attempt to remove herself from her own grief, Cecelia had uprooted her life in London and gone across the pond. New York had always held a sort of fantastic distraction for her before, but the grey cloud had followed her over to the States and hung above her head as a permanent fixture. Everyone was getting bored of her depression, she could feel them judging her silently, it’s been a couple months now, she should be over it.

She’s been so numb to everything lately she isn’t even worried her door is unlocked, even though she is sure she did leave it locked this morning. It’s not like her to be so forgetful, although she’s not been herself of late. But the light on the living room… that is wrong. The man on the chair in the corner? Definitely out of place. She didn’t leave that here this morning. “Oh my god, what do you want?” She throws her purse to the sofa, heading directly to the drinks cabinet. He’s already got there before her; doors open; glass missing. “I have nothing–” her voice breaks and presses her hand to her mouth to cover a sob. “I have nothing else to give you Sebastian!”

It’s sick how much she’s missed him. She’s wanted to hate him, tried to with all her heart. But, as hard as she tries, she can’t. She can’t even blame him. He didn’t want her dead, she’s vaguely aware he’s as cut up about it as anyone. Maybe not her, but surely she gets some sort of mothers-privilege. She gets to be the most sad.

“What happened? Did she go with you with willingly? That’s how much that little girl trusted you. She left her own home with you because– because I said she would always be safe with you. I did. I promised her.” This has been bubbling for weeks. The grief has given way to anger, finally. It makes her even more mad that he’s going to just sit there and take it like a wounded puppy. That’s all he is, he’s a dog on a leash, Moriarty giving commands. Sit boy, come, fetch Charlotte Holmes and lead her to her death! It makes her sick.

“I trusted you.” Her voice is thick with tears. “I did more than that, I loved you. I loved you so much.”

#me? crying? probably #blood --#torture --#child death --#asteriananthologies #( ᴏᴏᴄ ┊ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɪʟ! ) ⤿ message #( ᴏᴛᴘ ┊ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ) ⤿ cee & sebastian

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