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pinkfey · 2 years

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shimmer with miss honey 🐝

46. shimmer + honey hudson.

setting: honey/xyx centric. post-bp, currently living together, after a stroll through the farmer’s market 👩🏼‍🌾

“It’s just sunscreen, doll.”

“But we put it on in the morninggg.”

“Anddd now it’s time to reapply!”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yes, well, we don’t want you looking like a tortilla in ten years, now, do we?”

Honey shot Xyx a wounded look as his thumb wiped the last of the sunscreen from under her eye. She bunched her lips to the side, squinting up at him through the bright summer sunlight.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” he said with a teasing grin. “It’s the farmer’s market. Not much room for shade, yeah?”

When she had glared long enough to make her point—the point being she very little cared for her skin’s health, much to Xyx’s complete devastation—she plopped her bag down on the nearby picnic table with a punctuating thunk! and set to work removing her pickings for the day.

Xyx saddled up next to her, yanking a blue gingham table cloth out from her tote to drape it across the table. Honey moved her things to accommodate and Xyx watched her gingerly set them down again. He took stock: two jars of honey (typical), a basket of strawberries (also typical), a baguette coupled with a container of brie, a bottle of rosé lemonade, and, of course, a bouquet of wildflowers.

There was more still inside her tote, such as all the cutlery they’d brought or the most recent purchase of an orangey sun catcher, but Honey was already busying herself twisting the stem off a large strawberry. Xyx did the job for her, setting down the cutting board and knives and two plastic wine glasses which he deeply, deeply despised.

As she meticulously placed each strawberry down on the cutting board, Honey sang to herself absently—something about blood and cherries and wine. Once, Xyx found the habit to be a curveball in their otherwise clearly flawless relationship—be it through song or hum, Honey was always buzzing like a bee—but he got used to the lack of quiet. It became a reminder: he’s not alone.

A few slices of bread soon joined the strawberries, then the brie, then an open jar of honey. Xyx plopped down on the table bench with a satisfied sigh, waiting for Honey to follow suit. But she still stood, holding a strawberry. Sunlight glinted off the golden bee pendant at her neck as she fiddled with it.

“Doll?”

Honey’s lips formed a soft smile. She held up the strawberry. “It’s a heart.”

Xyx nodded exaggeratedly as if following her train of thought. “Fascinating.”

Honey twisted the stem off and handed it to him without a word. Xyx held it in his palm, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. Honey did not notice his confusion, resting her head on clasped hands to admire the table’s setup.

Xyx rolled the strawberry between his fingers. Was there something to it? It was just a strawberry; it was red, it had seeds… and it was shaped like a heart. Honey had liked that fact. It made her happy, so she gave it to him.

Happy.

Xyx always thought happiness was something to chase. It was a rush. To find it you took a risk, rolled a die—be that leaping off a cliff or racing down the highway. Adrenaline wasn’t a foolproof definition but it did the job.

He glanced at Honey—the sheen of her sun-kissed cheeks and the shimmer of her watermelon chapstick—and bit into the strawberry. It was sweet, refreshing, and bits of skin stuck to his teeth. Realizing this, he scowled mid-chew. He grabbed a napkin and struggled to pick them out. Honey giggled at him. He giggled back.

Happy. Funny.

#the h in hapiness stands for honey <33 #xyx staring at the strawberry not understanding poetic symbolism: right what’s all this then #thank u rosie rose mmmmmwah !!#this has not been proofread oops #letters #rosebarsoap #blooming panic #writing*#ch: honey hudson #x: his heart like a beehive—full of honey

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wannaeatramyeon · 11 months

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I love everything you write! Can I request some headcanons for Gun/Goo, crewheads, and the J-Highers? You can choose what you're comfortable writing about

Thanks anon! Just... hc? Ohh this is extremely wide-ranging, I'm panicking. Hope you don't mind if I go for a list with the tiniest sprinkling of hc.

Lookism Boys & Love Languages

Maxed out 2 per person. I feel like I need to explain myself for a few. Some are a vibe, some have an actual reason, some are just bullshit

Giving

Acts of service

Vin Jin: If he likes you, he will be running little errands and doing things for you. He'll grumble and beat himself up for being a simp as he does it, but he does do it.

Jibeom Kwak: Would do anything for his bros, and now that includes you too.

Gun Park: an absolute gentleman. Silently observing and anticipates your needs before you need to ask.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Zack Lee, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Jace Park, Warren Chae, Ryuhei Kuroda, Xiaolong

Physical Touch

Xiaolong: once he is used to you, then absolutely physical touch. This guy is so touch starved, when was the last time he even had an embrace where it wasn't riddled with guilt? Will never get over being able to just reach out and place his hand on your leg, or put his arm around his shoulders. Same reason why he likes to receive.

+ Vin Jin, Logan Lee, Ryuhei Kuroda.

Words of Affirmation

Warren Chae: He's so quiet usually, and never has been very vocal with Sally but she also didn't initially return his affections. Canonically, his sentences and speech got better with his confidence so once you're together? Warren really finds his voice and adores showering you in praises and telling you how much he loves you.

Jihan Kwak: Vibe that he is flirtatious as hell, muttering a lot of sweet nothings that will make you blush and your pulse race.

+ NOT Goo Kim: Honeyed words flow from his mouth to anyone and everyone. Don't bank on anything he says holding a grain of truth.

+ NOT Jake Kim: A bit like Goo Kim, a lot of shit runs from his mouth. Sorry Jake. Jokes, pick-up lines, flirtations, puns. You can't take him seriously half the time and he does it with pretty much everyone.

Quality Time

DG/James Lee: Time is extremely limited for this k-pop idol and one-time limb detacher. If he spends time with you, he must really like you.

Hudson Ahn: Very busy man training, keeping an eye on Ansan and his lackeys, eating snakes in the middle of nowhere with Taesoo. Doesn't give up his time and focus for just anyone.

+ Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Vasco Tabasco, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Goo Kim, Eli Jang, Eugene, Sinu Han, Jace Park

Gifts

Jay Hong: Hard one to place, act of service then split between Gifts and Quality Time but Jay likes traditional gift-giving. Also protects and looks after others with his money too. Will literally buy your way out of trouble. Our capitalist king.

Logan Lee: It's canon.

Johan Seong: To be honest, I imagine him a bit like an outdoor cat, going on adventures and bringing you back gifts that he thinks you'll like. A pair of shoes mysteriously in your size and a bit worn, or maybe just a random flower that was pretty. It was totally Eden and Miro that picked it, not him. Stop looking at him like that!

+Goo Kim, Samuel Seo

Receiving

Acts of service

Actions may speak louder than words, but more because these guys have god complexes and loves you doing things for them.

+ Vin Jin, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo

Physical Touch

Vasco Tabasco: once he's over how deviant touching one another is, he doesn't want you to keep your hands off him. He has a limit though, so please keep the touches quite innocent and pure. Hand holding? YES. Pinching his butt? OBSCENE! (but... maybe... that's ok too.)

DG/James Lee and Gun Park: Not ever on the receiving end of tender touches. Moreso that they're not going to let just anyone get their grubby mitts on them. Something as casual as you linking your arm through theirs? It's different. It's unusual. It's... Nice.

+ Johan Seong, Eugene, Jace Park, Warren Chae, Ryuhei Kuroda, Xiaolong, Hudson Ahn

Words of Affirmation

Daniel Park: Hangover from his childhood, where the only compliments are from his mom. Always nice for him to hear clearly and loudly your love for him. Actually praising his looks though, he can take it or leave it.

Jake Kim: As mentioned, he chats so much shit that he sometimes forgets that being on the receiving end of sincere, loving words can really be beautiful. Especially if they're from you. Genuine compliments and praise will make him blush.

Jibeom Kwak: Middle child syndrome for this and quality time love languages. Attention, please.

+ Zack Lee, Vasco Tabasco, Vin Jin, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Jace Park, Warren Chae

Quality Time

What's there to explain? They can't get enough of you. Even something as simple as sitting side by side, scrolling on your own phones. Just being in your presence is enough.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Zack Lee, Logan Lee, Johan Seong, Jake Kim, Gun Park, Eli Jang, Sinu Han, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jibeom Kwak

Gifts

Goo Kim: Here's a whole little drabble about this. He doesn't need expensive gifts, just tiny small things to show that he's on your mind. Yeah, almost as proof because he's an idiot like that.

Sinu Han: Can't you hear him giggling like a schoolgirl if you handed him a pretty leaf or something?

+ NOT Daniel Park: Jay gave him a wholeass designer wardrobe, and while he was grateful and was clueless about the cost, he didn't seem as fussed as someone who would truly appreciate it as a love language. Finds small things equally nice too.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Do you, or anybody else, happen to know of an Alternative meeting fic, set (I'm fairly sure) in the French countryside? John has returned from the war and is staying at a cottage owned by Harriet. He starts gardening. Mrs. Hudson is a neighbor. Sherlock makes honey on the estate next door - but almost no one knows he's there. He is post reichenbach. At one point a storm triggers johns PTSD. At another John threatens Mycroft because he thought he was going after Sherlock. They get together at end

Hi Lovely!!

AHHHHH I THINK I KNOW THIS ONE?? Maybe??

Nothing So Sweet by alexxphoenix42(E, 5,275 w., 1 Ch. || Shopkeeper AU || Beekeeping, Sussex, Alternate First Meeting, Awkward First Time Sex, Self-Consciousness / Body Insecurity, Fluff, Hand Jobs) – In an alternate universe, Sherlock is busy keeping to himself, tending his bees, and selling lovely jars of honey when a soldier limps into his life quite unexpectedly. Part 1 of The Sweetest Things

Meh, I'm probably wrong...

Anyone know for sure which one is being requested?

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #johnlock au

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises Ch 8

Warnings: language, SVU canon related issues including attempted suicide. Fluff otherwise. A/N: Sorry not sorry for dragging this mystery out for eight chapters. Also PLEASE!!!! if you’re going to scream about who the partner is, come to my dm’s/my inbox, or do it in the tags. Cause it’s technically a spoiler, and I had a few people come to me/comment about Seeing Red getting spoiled for them by reblog comments. I personally love seeing y’all scream, but for the sake of other readers...scream in the tags or in private lol. Love you. 😘

Y’all were absolutely so wonderful & kind with the well wishes & love today that you treated me well so I am rewarding you with an early drop of the next chapter. My present to you 😉

You were honestly surprised when the rest of the day went relatively smoothly. You picked up a tray of gourmet coffee for the squad and Carisi on the way back to the precinct, and you were sure that helped the juju a little bit. Amanda and Fin were catching, taking the next case while you and Kat tried to further you work on the Jenna v Zach case. Which meant mindless hours staring at computer and phone screens as you each searched through various social media accounts and dug into more of the back grounds of both of them. Zach’s to see if he had any other complainants and Jenna’s to see if she’d ever accused before (you knew if the defence got any info like that before you guys did, she’d use it, and you’d have little to no warning).

Kat had spent the first half of the day at the campus security office, making sure she had access to as many of Hudson’s complaints as she could, but especially those involving Zach Thompson or any of his closest circle. She’d texted you the names while you dug through profiles to try and link things together. You’d been lucky enough that your only stop out of the office was to drop off those warrants and question one witness before Fin took off for the hour on his own business. It was just before six p.m that you sighed, shutting your laptop, stretching your body out as you stood.

“You finally done?” Kat teased and you laughed. Before you could reply your phone started to buzz, a phone number that you didn’t recognize on the screen.

“Maybe not..” you grumbled, picking it up, “Special Victims?”

“Sergeant Winters?” You heard the panicked voice on the other end and your body tensed, your hand shooting out to alert Kat to get ready to bolt, “you told me to call if anything happened with Jenna?”

“April? Yeah, yeah I did sweetie, what’s going on?”

“I just got back to the dorms, the people underneath us say the ceiling’s been leaking water and I can’t get into the room, the door’s blocked.”

“Okay, we’ll be right there, don’t worry honey.” You turned the phone away from your mouth, “Kat, let’s go!”

“Please hurry!”

“We will!” Was all you managed to get out before April hung up. As you were racing to the stairwell Olivia nearly stopped you.

“Whoa, Winters, don’t you have somewhere to be?” She reminded you of the anniversary dinner, as if you’d forget at this point.

“Trust me, she’ll understand!”

You tossed the keys to Kat as you reached the street, telling her to throw the lights and sirens on, and hoping she could drive as well as you’d imagined, you knew you needed to get there fast. Meanwhile your hand quickly called your wife, sighing softly as she picked up

“Hey baby…”

“Something came up didn’t it?” She replied, hearing the sound of the siren over your voice.

“Yeah. I just got a distress call from a vic’s roommate, I don’t know how long this is going to take, but I doubt I’ll make it, at least not dressed properly. Baby I am so sorry.”

“I get it. You go do your job.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help the small smile, “I love you, so much. Happy anniversary baby. I’ve gotta call a bus though, I’ve got to go.” Again, you couldn’t help the smile at the sound of her laugh, knowing that you probably should’ve done your job first but couldn’t help updating your love first.

“I love you more than life. Happy anniversary sweetheart. I’ll see you at home.” You swiftly repeated the words before calling who you needed repeating the information that you were aware of as Kat swerved around the corner.

“You sure you’re wife’s okay with this? I really could’ve taken someone else.”

“I’ll buy her something pretty.” You waved it off, “besides she’s probably still at the firm. I swear she works more than I do.” You had enough time to comment that before your 9-1-1 call went through and you specified the coordinates and your best memory of the dorm building, saying their were plain clothed detectives on scene.

Jenna’s door had been blocked by a chair, on top of being locked, but between the man power of you and Kat together you’d broken it down. You figured the over running water was coming from the bathroom, not surprised to find her in the tub, though she was surrounded by pill bottles. It was at your instinct and expertise in narcotics that Kat lugged her out of the tub while you swiftly gloved up, checking at what she’d taken as Kat checked for Jenna’s pulse. You swiftly moved her onto the floor before you administered the narcan and she very blearily came to. Since you’d taken first aid action before EMS had arrived you were the one required to ride along, you assured Kat you were fine with a late night, prompting her to stay there and take statements.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long at Mercy, you were known to a couple of the nurses, and they knew you were more than knowledgeable with the subject. You discovered more details of what Jenna had done, and you spoke to her briefly, wanting her to be able to actually get some rest, while Kat got statements from her roommate and the neighbours beneath her and across the hall. It was only after checking in with Kat that you decided it was safe to call it a night. Knowing Jenna herself was alive was all you needed. You didn’t need to pressure her anymore, reminding hospital staff of that, and that she needed to take her meds, and to call you with any issues, before you finally flagged a cab home.

The comfort of your apartment sunk over you the instant you stepped inside, you stepped out of your shoes, groaning at the feeling of bare feet on the floor for the first time all day. Part of you should’ve known better than to wear brand new heels to work, even if you had been promised a day of desk work.

“You finally home?” A voice called and you followed it into the kitchen, tossing your blazer onto an empty chair.

“Yeah.” You let out a heavy sigh, “but that doesn’t mean work’s over quite yet.” You tossed the folded blue paper onto the kitchen island.

“What’s this?” Rita asked softly, her hands opening it to read through the words.

“An OOP for Jenna against the Thompson’s.”

“What the hell happened?” Her face shot up to yours, taking in the dejected expression on your as your shoulders dropped again.

“After whatever meeting you had with them this morning, from what we got from neighbours and a barely conscious Jenna, Mrs Thompson showed up at the dorm. She was beyond angry, yelling and screaming at Jenna about how she was a murderer. She tried to kill herself, she’ll be at Mercy for a few days, but even on her meds she’s unstable, there’s no way you’ll be able to take her trial anytime soon.” You let out a heavy sigh, “it’s just..worse than normal. Jenna will never get her day in court, never get to see her rapist go down, instead she’s suddenly the perp, it’s like she doesn’t get any kind of justice for this.”

“It’s not your fault darling.” Rita’s hand stroked at your arm and you sighed,

“I know.” You gave her a soft smile, leaning in for a quick kiss, “but it is my fault for missing dinner. I’m so sorry baby. I should’ve sent someone else, tonight meant a lot for us, I mean…ten years?”

“Technically only five if you count the married ones.” Rita chuckled softly, pulling you to her as her nose nuzzled against yours.

“Oh and I suppose that makes it any better?” You pecked her gently, “I still owe you one. Besides, we never cancel a night at River Café.”

“Well…” Rita turned away from you, pouring out a second glass of wine for you from the bottle she’d been letting breathe, “when you become regulars at a place like that, they tend to cater to your needs.”

“What’re you talking about?” You smiled.

“When I called to cancel the reservation they knew what day it was. Manager told me to call back whenever you were home or close to home and if they were still open they’d send our regulars over.”

“Rita!” You laughed out, cupping her cheek softly, “that delivery boy better be tipped a hundred percent.”

“Last I heard your Mother was paying for dinner.” She teased and you laughed, swatting at her arm,

“Call the Café, you know where the card is.” You pulled her to you for a gentle kiss, “let me go change. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.” You smirked as you kissed the tip of her nose before darting off to the bedroom. You could hear her on the phone, taking your time to change into pyjamas, removing your makeup, returning to the open apartment when you were ready.

“Less than an hour.” Rita stated and you nuzzled into her shoulder at the island.

“Considering their quality I’d expect nothing less.” She chuckled softly, turning to kiss your cheek. Your hand shifted, curling around her cheek to turn her face to yours, “I am really, really sorry for missing tonight.” You leant in to kiss the tip of her nose softly, “and I know you always say you’re fine cause we work the same kinda shit and both of us have bailed on countless dates over the years but…tonight…I should’ve been there.”

“Hey…sweetheart…” Her hand came up to stroke at your cheek, “all I needed was for you to end up at home with me and safe. Hopefully to have dinner, even if it was a two a.m grilled cheese. Jenna actually needed you, and she certainly needed you right away. You were off saving a life, I’m not going to blame you for shit like that, even if the offence is my client.” Your eyes nearly blurred with tears at the true understanding of Rita’s words, you’d always understood each other’s careers over the decade you’d been together, even if those around you didn’t. Even if you worked on opposite sides of the law, you both got it.

“Thank you.” You leant in, kissing her softly, “but I do still owe you. I mean, aside from this morning’s gifts. Should we reschedule dinner?”

“How about next time we’re both free from work we get the best takeout the city can buy and curl up with a movie marathon of our favourites?” Rita suggested, nuzzling against you before pressing a soft kiss to you lips before giggling. “You gonna make me suffer through Legally Blonde again?” She teased and you punched her arm.

“It’s not that bad! You only hate it cause Raf made you watch it in college.” You grumbled and Rita circled her arm around your waist, pulling you to her as she kissed your temple.

“He has a weird obsession.” She laughed, and you couldn’t help but laugh with her, the love flowing through the apartment as your arms circled around her neck.

“I guess everyone has some weird obsessions.”

“You weirdly obsessed with me?” Rita cocked a brow and you scoffed, hitting her arm.

“Rude! You’d think after vowing to be with you til death, you’d know I was obsessed with you.” You laughed, leaning in to kiss her again.

“Oh, so obsessed is the word you’d use.”

“Oh shut up.” You leant in again, your lips meeting Rita’s, the kiss gentle and much more soft this time. Her tongue had barely snuck past your lips when there was a knock at the door. And as much as you wanted to ignore it, you knew it was dinner, and you wanted to experience that, no matter where you were.

While you busied yourself with paying for the take out Rita flitted through the apartment, managing to find a couple of candles hidden away in the bedroom, lighting them and lowering the overhead lights. You scooped the meals onto actual plates instead of eating out of boxes and made sure the wine glasses were refilled and placed with the appropriate plates on the island. Rita went to sneak around you and your hand roped around her waist, pulling her to you with a quiet giggle of a yelp. Your arms settled around her shoulders and you kissed her with impeccable softness.

“I love you baby. And I always will. You mean the world to me.” You kissed her again, “happy anniversary.”

“I love you too.” She murmured against your lips, pressing another kiss to you, “and you are, without a doubt the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. Happy anniversary.”

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jelloopy · 4 years

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Murder on The Rockport Limited Notes

Previous: Character Creation, HtbG, Moonlighting

Ch 1

Robbie is a halfling who is pretty shitty but he’s good at making “potions” (Robbie is the roommate that everyone really hates but doesn’t want him to leave because he is their plug)

Taako is on the top bunk, Magnus is under Taako, Robbie is next to Taako and Merle is under Robbie

They are woken up at 3 am to report to Lucretia (3 am really?)

”Yeah it’s like Mario Mario or Luigi Mario” ~Griffin (This is so funny because this actually proves that Taako’s last name really is Taaco. Before Justin played it as a joke but this kinda derails that)

Robbie asks them for Pringles when they leave (Thus the beginning of me and the boys not remembering him by anything other than Pringles)

They arrive in their PJs (Taako is in footie pajamas and Merle’s has a flap in at the butt with a Kenny Chesney tattoo on his ass) (When the hell did Merle get that tattoo. Also, why is Lucretia in her full BoB garb right now? Was she asleep and get changed really quickly? Do her robes double as PJ’s? Did she just not go to sleep?)

Taako says he gets night terrors that’s why he’s in like a full-body Onesie/sleeping bag (That is so fricking sad if you think about his backstory later on…)

Magnus just starts changing clothing right then and there when Lucretia tells them that they don’t have time to get ready (This man really has no shame or boundaries. I imagine it was the same in the century tbh)

Leimann Kessler (half-elf man) was murdered before he was even on the train but was able to secure the Relic on the train (Personally, don’t know a lot about how trains work but this to me is kinda odd. Who knew he died? Do their bracers know when the wearer perishes? Is there like a body temp check and a pulse check in there too? We know that it can track them but… how much more can it do…)

All the relics come from a different school of magic. They were never in the hands of someone long enough to learn what they are capable of (Potentially this is a lie. We would have already known the names, schools of magic, and possibly what they could do based upon that alone. I bet Lucretia is hiding that info in her office)

The Gauntlet deals with Evocation magic (Hmmm, I can only imagine why. Maybe because Lup also worked in Evocation magic?)

Avi is manning the cannon! The whole scene with Magnus High as hell. Avi Never learned how to Wink (Avi you’re adorable I love you. Magnus. Get your shit together man.)

Taako pulls the lever too early and they change trajectory into a swamp

Leech fight! (I honest to god forgot this even happened before listening to it again. Not my fave fight)

Ch 2

Merle gets a lot of blood sucked from him by the leeches

Merle is completely submerged in the swamp and Magnus pulls his ass out (Why is it always Merle)

”Scientists have yet to agree” ~Griffin (I personally use this phrase all the time. It just makes me laugh so hard every time.)

Taako can levitate (I really wished he used this more ngl. I would also like to see some more fanart of this)

They are in Rockport! Covered in swamp shit!

Tom Beaudette! We see his house and they get hosed off then they see him at the ticket station again. (What a nice guy!)

Leimann, Diddly, and Justin Kessler (10/10 best alias’ ever)

Taako Charms Tom (It’s a nice go-to huh?)

Merle really wants to murder tom he wanted him to step in front on the train (Merle really is the one who goes straight for murder)

Ch 3

Hudson, Jess the Beheader, Graham Juicy Wizard, ANGUSSSSSSSS, and Jenkins McShittywizard (My favorite train gang!)

Travis making fun of Griffin for how he needs to sleep with 100000000 pillows (I cherish all of these out of character bits where they really just dog on one another)

Angus, my sweet summer child don’t talk to strangers. We know your grandfather’s name was long forgotten even though you’re going to visit him in Never Winter.

The boys legit think Angus is evil and Griffin yells at them bc they are being racist. (1- how are they being legit racist? You haven’t introduced anything about Angus’ race at all?) (2- Jesus he is only 10 years old my dudes)

Graham is 36 years young and is crazy obsessed with trains and his real name is Percy? He is shadowing Jenkins in hopes of learning more about working on a train

Taako from TV! (And so his legend begins!)

Ch 4

Jenkins is harnessing a limited version of teleportation magic

Angus calling the boys out on their bullshit

Taako calling Angus “pumpkin” (Literally melts my heart. I wish someone called me cute nicknames. Also, Taako hasn’t even talked to this kid that much and that name is reoccurring)

Angus has a nondescript blue book that is able to intercept messages sent through magical means (Where did this child get this book and who let him keep it? This is legit just like letting children under 13 have access to the unrestricted internet. It’s literal Hell)

The bit with Angus and “PRYING EYES AND EARS!” (uh foreshadowing my guy)

They find “Jenkins” Dead body after hearing Graham scream

Merle is able to identify a lot of things by looking at the body (It still scares me that he is technically a Physician.)

Angus pulls a small CROSSBOW OUT OF HIS SLEEVE? (Where did he get this, how did he keep it from Hudson, Why the fuck does he have it)

Angus really said “you guys run I’ll get rid of him!” and grabs Graham and runs (How strong is this child. He’s legit lifting and pulling a grown-ass man without help)

”I’m following Angus I’ll see yall in hell!” ~Taako (Yes follow the badass 10-year old please)

”I wanna tell you about the time about this time there were three ogres…”~Taako

The Foley work bit and then Griffin just snapping “The train derails and you all die” (Another out of character goof that I cherish)

”I shit and take 14 damage” ~Griffin (are you okay? How much health do you have? What’s your max HP dude?)

Taako makes the Crab monster Levitate

Magnus punched the crab monster out of the window and it got scrapped up on the side of the train

Ch 5

They follow the Crab into their sleeper car and Magnus attacks with a chair and Griffin says “I imagine because you are so skilled at carpentry that you’ve had to attack someone with a chair before so you are in fact proficient in this attack”

Jess comes in and finishes the crab off with her Soul bound ax that she can conjure at any time (This legit just means that Jenkins did not need to carry her ax to the crypt safe. She let him do it for shits n giggles. We stan)

Jess got her last name legally changed to “Beheader” and Magnus says that he got his legally changed to “The Hammer” (Really Magnus… this isnt 3rd grade stop trying to impress her. It’s that or it could be another sad reference to “Hammer and Tongs” which would mean Julia was “Tongs” D: that is so depressing and cute)

Magnus and Merle are making good progress in solving the murder

”Alright lads” “oh fuck” When Merle keeps up his disguise as Leimann Kessler (It’s so funny because his fake Leimann Kessler is just his current Argonaut Keen.)

”I cast ZONE OF TRUTH” “Jesus you’re like a zone of truth cleric” (Oh honey. This is just the beginning)

Magnus wakes Graham up with a 5% smack with his left hand and then a 6.5% smack also with his left hand (Wtf is this BNHA? Alright Deku)

Taako is an Alcoholic? (He keeps asking for a drink ...This is a bit concerning but it makes sense)

Magnus slaps Graham again with 7.2% and he popped something in Graham’s jaw and he begins screaming but Merle heals him (OKAY DEKU COOL IT MY GUY)

”I wanna be a guy... with a head!” ~” Hudson” (hehe foreshadowing)

SCUTTLE BUDDY!!!!! (A short but adorable life you have my Lil man)

Ch 6

The “fisticuffs” scene with Taako and Angus (Now this is really concerning considering his backstory. I know it’s a joke because of how many people they accidentally kill all the time but like dude… little do you know…)

Angus leading them through the mystery is so cute. But also you know its Griffin trying to get his family to really think it through and I love it. (It really makes my heart really full to hear Griffin get really excited when they figure it out slowly instead of mocking them when they guess wrong)

MERLE YES! MAGNUS YES! YOU’RE GETTING IT! YOU’RE SO CLOSE! (Teamwork makes the dream work baby!)

Magnus jumps out of the train and Griffin gets really serious and gives him the “if you fail this you will actually die” speech (This coupled with the fight scene that Magnus accidentally skipped and the fact that originally Travis did want Magnus to die so he could re-roll a rogue is so wild)

Magnus is gonna become a wrecking ball Jesus (very Magnus-core)

Hell yeah, Magnus! Knock the meat monster into Jenkins!!

Magnus gets hit for 10 points at 1hp and paries it for 10 points! (Top ten anime near-death experiences)

Jenkins threatens to kill the meat monster. Horribly misses then is thrown off the fucking train by the meat monster (Get fucked wrecked Jenkins that’s what you get for being cocky!)

Ch 7

They find the dousing rod compass that Jenkins was using and find the monocle (Pirates of the Caribbean much?)

Taako grabs The Oculus because he has escaped the thrall of a relic before

It tells him that it can make anything he can imagine (This is really interesting tbh)

The Umbrastaff eATS JENKINS WAND!!! and a Lil sigil appears on the handle of the staff that also looks like an umbrella (Lup gets fed lmao. Don’t really understand the Sigil appearing tho. It doesn’t come up any other time I don’t think so it’s cool)

Taako grabs the teleport wand thing and asks everyone to leave and he grabs a bunch of shit from the Cryptsafe pile (Very Taako-core)

They make it to the engineer’s room and Graham tries to slow the train down but he can’t

Taako wanted to open the gate to Never Winter to Phandalin but they change it to Jenkins’ garden because it needs to be a room with “one entrance” (Solid idea on Taako’s part. If it were to work no one would have been hurt)

Taako pushed Angus off the train and he looses two teeth (This man pushed a whole child off the train… ‘Ight)

Magnus dies by jumping off the train (Top ten anime death scenes)

Taako successfully opens the gate into Jenkin’s garden and the train crashes into the garden

Magnus is stabilized by Merle (Awe so the Cleric can do his job!)

Angus gives them pringles for Robbie and the compass. Taako gives Angus one of the forks from his grandfather’s set.

They go to a nearby Never Winter Clinic to get patched up

Out of character, they choose to work on voices and Griffin calls them out bc he’s been doing 8 “different” voices and Clint goes “Yeah try doing that for 40 years” get fuckin rOASTED Ditto! (Also Griffin I love you but like 3 of the voices were the exact same and 2 were so similar it wasn’t funny. Don’t get me wrong different voices aren’t my strong suit either but ya did give it your best shot so.)

We goin’ back to the moon baby!

AVI MY MAIN MAN! (I will forever and always want and need more Avi screen time)

The oculus works with illusory magic (Which is very interesting bc I know it was made by Davenport because he also worked in allusory magic but I don’t ever remember him using any magic… who knows maybe he has and I just never realized)

Lucretia thought they were gonna get it off the train before it left... woman… (You’ve known these men for how long and you thought they were gonna w h a t?)

Next: Lunar Interlude I,

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queenofthedramedies · 4 years

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I Dare You: Ch. 11

Hello, my lovely readers. Sorry for the long wait. Hope you're well. On with the show…

Chapter 8: The Out Of Towners: Part I

After having an awkward conversation with Hayley in which I, artfully, dodged the truth of how, and why, Bonnie used a body-switching spell on me and Elijah; I was left to wait out the spell. In the time remaining, Caroline, Hayley, and I went down to the living room and sat down to watch rom-coms that Caroline favored. At the moment, we were watching the 1999 version of the Out of Towners, with Goldie Hawn and Steve Martin. I couldn't decide who was more crush-worthy: Goldie, or her starlet daughter, Kate Hudson. I settled onto the perky blonde to my left who was giggling around a mouthful of popcorn.

Momentarily forgetting whose body I still occupied, I wrapped an arm around Caroline's shoulders. A low, but loud cough, coming from my right, accompanied by a frown, made me move.

Hayley held out a hand and Caroline passed her the popcorn. The older girl relaxed into the couch while Aiden played with his toy fire truck, rolling around on the floor.

The movie finished and I got up to change DVDs. "Can we order Chinese?" Caroline asked me. "I have craving for orange chicken and brown rice. And eggrolls. Oh, and extra fortune cookies!"

For a moment, I wondered if Caroline had forgotten my identity, and thought I really was Elijah. Then she titled her head and fluttered her eyelashes at me. No. She clearly knew who I was. I hoped...

"Stop that!" Hayley snapped. "I don't care who's in the wrapper, you are freaking me out!"

"Sorry...Mom!" Caroline shot back with a giggle.

Hayley opens her mouth to retort when Aiden cried out, "Mama!"

"What, honey?" Hayley went to her child.

"Want Daddy!" Aiden cried, pouting.

"Uh?" Hayley looked to me.

Aiden pursed his lips at me, narrowing his eyes. "Not my Daddy. Doesn't smell like Daddy. Smells like Nucle Icky!"

Clapping her hands together, Caroline laughed so hard, tears came to her eyes. "Nucle Icky! Oh, Damon's going to love that!"

"Car-o-line!" I growled back.

"Nucle Icky!" she laugh-shouted, pointing at me, bent over with laughter.

"Aiden, what is your name for Auntie Caroline?" I coaxed.

Aiden grinned. "Car-a-hinny!"

"What?" Now, Caroline looked horrified and placed her hands on her hips. "You take that back, Tiny Mikaelson!"

Aiden continued to grin. "Car-a-hinny!" he sang. "Pick me up. Car-a-hinny!" He hold out his arms.

"Ugh!" Caroline picked Aiden up. "You're lucky you're so darn cute."

Aiden pressed his face into her shoulder. "I'm cute."

Shaking my head at my nephew's antics; I went into the kitchen to retrieve the Chinese take-out menu and to make a call.

Pulling a drawer open, I dug through it, wondering at how many pizza menus we had before finding the sole Chinese menu. The virtues of living in a small town: fifteen pizza parlors, and one, decent Chinese take-away.

Rolling my eyes, I closed the drawer with my hip before moving across the room, toward our landline. Picking up the phone, I found Hayley leaning against the breakfast bar.

"Come to place your order, too?" I inquired, brows lifting.

"Yeah. Sort of. More like ask a favor," Hayley paused, sucking on her bottom lip, then she continued, "This might be awkward..."

"More awkward than your thinking that you'd walked in on your ex and your kid sister?" A little smirk played at the corners of my lips.

"Probably not that awkward. Hayley laughed and tan a hand through her long locks. She was obviously unnerved about whatever this was, and she was making me nervous, too. I wished she would just spit it out.

"I'm seeing someone-in New York-and I like him. This could be serious. But I need someone else to meet him and tell me if they get any kind of weird vibes. I have Aiden to think of..." Hayley trailed off, pinning me with a doe-eyed stare.

"Okay, Bambi. I suppose you can bring the new guy home, on break, and we'll figure him out. Hell, it can be a dare." Warming to the plan, I did not have time to begin planning out the dare before Hayley interrupted my thoughts.

"Klaus! I don't want the whole club. Just you. And Care." Hayley braced herself against the counter. "This is between the three of us. If you guys don't like him; them I have some thinking to do."

"Why not ask Elijah? He's discerning-unless you count Kat... You're friends, still, and you talk..." I was trying to lead her to the logical conclusion.

"You're right. Usually I would ask Elijah. He knows me better than anyone..." Hayley blew out a breath. "But he's Aiden's dad. And he's going to worry about anyone who is around our kid. I do. So, I want the other person who knows me the best to go: Caroline. And you're pretty good at reading people, too."

"I'm not a roll, not need to butter me up," I said. "Where Caroline is; is where I should be." Then I thought of something. "How you going to being this new suitor, here, without Elijah running into him?"

Hayley hesitated. "I thought you and Caroline could come back to New York, with me. Just for a couple of days. Not for, like a month, or something." Her eyes were wide and hopeful.

"You want Caroline, and I, to go to New York?" The idea pleased me. Other than our brief time haunting the halls of the boarding school in Salem; we had been virtually nowhere of note.

"New York?" Caroline had entered the kitchen without Hayley, or I, noticing. "Yes! Nik, you have to say 'Yes!' It's New York! Shopping! Broadway! Shopping! Museums! Shopping! Food! Did mention: SHOPPING? Ple-ase! Say: Yes!" My girl was literally jumping up and down with excitement. How could I say: 'No?'”

I apologize for lack of editing. I had to type this on my phone.

Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging and following. 😊

Be safe,

-J

#klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline #miklael miklaelson #damon salvatore #bonnie bennett #enzo st. john #bonenzo #elijah mikaelson #hayley marshall #jackson kenner #tvd fanfiction

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taking turns ch. 4

previous chapters: 1 - 2 - 3

Disclaimer: Chemistry was my worst subject after math.

Self harm tw (only because it can be taken as such, though I leave it up to you to decide what was going on in Sherlock’s head, he is still more a mystery to me than Joan)

Joan Watson had several habits. Sherlock had once been arrogant enough to believe he knew them all—all the ones that mattered. The way she organized her clothes in her closet. Which foot she put the sock and shoe on first. In what order she washed the dishes. How the way she let him put on her coat for her told him her mood and how she’d slept the night before. What her hairstyle for the day revealed about her attitude toward a case or to him. Even the way she woke up in the morning when he was fortunate enough to be present for that particular moment said volumes.

But after the first touch of his lips to hers, every one of these habits grew new dimensions, and Sherlock was left with more and more questions. Daily he studied her just as closely as he always had, but he felt he was absorbing more, consciously and unconsciously.

The way her hands moved for example. Sherlock had always had a fascination for hands. They revealed more than the eyes or facial expressions at times. Watson’s were no exception. They were what first told him she was worthy of attention, far more than the contents of her purse or the tragic end of her last career.

Watson was not overtly expressive with her hands. Nor was she likely to initiate touch with them, and this was not a behavior only limited to him. With her mother, with friends, with addicts she had once aided, and even with the rare hostile suspect or witness, Watson never initiated. Even when it appeared she was giving mutual regard, an equal answer to another’s touch, there was always a hesitation. Sherlock had first concluded it was due to an aversion to touch similar to his, but better controlled. He had been wrong.

Joan had a surgeon’s hands. That in itself made her touch something to be bestowed, not taken for granted. Even in honing her self-defense training, Sherlock had noted the level of calculation in her movements. It was not the same as concentration. Every person could concentrate on a task at different levels. But few calculated their decisions with their body as Watson did. She had a healer’s touch, but her mind, her heart, her being, was crafted for defense.

It was a form of fear. But there was more to it, there always was with Watson. For years he had speculated what she had been like before he met her. Before her medical career ended by her own choice. Had she moved more boldly, quicker even, with less forethought? He had seen the streak of recklessness in her many a time. Had it been more unleashed then?

And even now, with him, she hesitated. And now her fear was indeed tangible to him. It was not anything so obvious as a tremor or a coldness in her eyes or demeanor. Her hands, if not her body, moved like a wild animal cornered. Striking out with purpose one moment, withdrawing with slow dread the next. Perhaps only one who had watched and lived with her for years, as he had, would notice. But Sherlock did not think he fabricated or exaggerated. He had only studied.

His long study now developing beyond mere observation, Sherlock knew he had to take the opportunity to learn more. They both knew neither of them was forthcoming with words. As much as Watson could wring a confession from others, including him, her own confessions were few. So Sherlock had a different form of interrogation in mind. Conducting it would involve knocking down a few fears of his own, but it was a small price.

His plan went into motion on what would otherwise be an uneventful evening. They had finished a case the day previous and had not yet found another. Watson had spent the day doing errands and several house chores Ms. Hudson had left undone at Watson’s request. He had cared for the bees, cleaned the two refrigerators, and done the ironing. Amidst preparing his interrogation for that evening.

It would be conducted in the basement, to start. Sherlock’s small “laboratory”, as Watson had dubbed it, though nothing more than a narrow storage room with a cement floor and exposed pipes, was the perfect location.

Small fires were not an issue for Sherlock. Among the flammable items he had chosen, a particular book of poetry was among them. The only book in the brownstone that could not be read. Sherlock would have tossed it into a dumpster long ago had it not been his sorest longing to see it burn to ash. Much like a particular packet containing heroine had been, approximately two years ago in London.

Seeing tonight’s plan as the perfect occasion for such a celebration, it was with perhaps too much glee he lit the pile of old documents and the single book on fire with a match. He may have had a maniacal grimace-smile on his face, he couldn’t have said later.

Sherlock then smashed a flask full of flammable liquid on his “laboratory” counter, letting it run from the counter onto the small pile of flame, making it grow larger, a pungent but nontoxic smoke quickly emanating.

“WATSON!” Sherlock bellowed. He then ripped nearly all the buttons off his shirt in his efforts to stifle the flames with said shirt, carelessly or maybe not so carelessly cutting his flailing arm on the broken glass of the flask he had smashed. Maybe bruising his wrist a bit on the edge of the counter.

Watson came running into the room with a fire extinguisher just as he dropped his flaming shirt into the blaze.

Watson performed the PASS actions admirably while Sherlock held his left hand over the deepest cut on his forearm, feeling the blood seep through his fingers. The maniacal smile may have come back onto his face at the resulting mess of ash and extinguisher refuse, because when he finally looked up at Watson, she appeared far more worried than he thought she should. Sherlock carefully schooled his features into what he hoped was somewhat apologetic indifference.

Watson had her mouth partially open as if ready to deliver a reprimand, but at the same moment her eyes assessed him and she honed in on the blood.

“Let me see that,” she said, stepping closer to him, setting the extinguisher aside as she moved forward.

He dutifully lifted his hand from the cut and held out his right arm toward her. Her eyes almost seemed to scour his skin, seeing much more much quicker than he ever would. She studied wounds, injuries, and the human body much like he would any crime scene. He couldn’t help but admire her for it.

When her fingers touched his skin, it was like a cool balm already being applied to the minor burns and scrapes. She applied her touch slowly, lifting his arm closer to her without pulling, only suggesting with a slight pressure where she needed him to move. He would have closed his eyes to savor it if he wasn’t so fixated on Watson’s expression and body language. This was the first time she would be treating his injuries since the boundaries had shifted between them.

“Shallow, you won’t need stitches,” she said, her eyes still on the longest cut on his arm. Her hands moved down to his wrist, already swelling, carefully probing the bone and muscle. “You must’ve hit this hard,” she murmured, her fingers becoming even lighter against him. “Not broken,” she added, then her hands dropped from him.

Her expression shifted from impartial focus to consternation and sharp worry, again glancing at the remains of the fire. “That was nontoxic, I hope?” she said, looking back at his face.

“Not to worry, Watson, I never keep flames around noxious chemicals. Completely benign, this one,” he said, rising up on his toes once, his eyes moving rapidly against his will from her face, to the ashes, to the extinguisher, to her hands, to the broken glass, to his arm, back to her face.

She hummed, her concern remaining focused on him, before her gaze shifted to the extinguisher. She picked it up and turned to head upstairs. “I’ll get the first aid kit. Get cleaned up in the kitchen, I’ll be right there,” she said, her voice rising as her steps retreated.

After Sherlock had gone to the kitchen and cleaned the worst of the scraps and cuts on his right arm, Watson came up and handed him a clean towel to pat the arm dry. As he did so, she pulled out the nearest kitchen chair and he obediently sat down, setting the towel aside. She settled in a chair directly in front of him and took up the first of her supplies. He could already smell the antiseptic soap she had used on her hands.

After making sure his cuts, especially the deepest one, were clean and not bleeding heavily, she applied antiseptic ointment and bandaged them. Throughout, her fingers barely brushed his skin.

Then she began studying the first degree burn on his inner forearm. He had not been near the flames long enough for much damage to be done, but still her face wrinkled in irritation. She did not look up at him, but he could tell she wanted to ask a question. Or several. About said fire and why it had started.

She remained silent, however, while his arm rested in her hand, his own hand outstretched and palm up close to her torso. He could feel the warmth of her bare arm against his, though she was careful not to touch his burn.

Still not looking at him, she let go of his arm and took up a familiar jar with a tongue depressor sticking out of it. It was raw honey from his own beehive.

“You decided to use honey,” he stated, a smile almost twitching onto his lips.

She glanced up at him, her expression unchanging, clinically detached. “For some reason I couldn’t find the aloe vera with lidocaine. I believe that has something to do with the last fire we had here?” She raised one brow at him, while stirring the honey with the depressor, her attention easily divided.

Sherlock pressed his lips together and raised his eyebrows in the closest approximation of a guilty expression. He had promised to replace said aloe vera. Must look contrite in these situations. Watson could be easily appeased with the right reactions.

She only shook her head, evenly applying the honey to his burn with the tongue depressor, which was wider than a popsicle stick, and better for her current intent. He remained perfectly still.

Then, after carefully applying a gauze bandage to the burn and binding it with adhesive tape, Watson held up his arm to better see his bruised wrist in the light. She lifted his arm only a few inches, moving her face closer to better study the swelling, her other hand gently probing the sensitive skin. He kept his expression as neutral as possible, not wincing and blinking only once.

She seemed to be double checking that the wrist wasn’t fractured or sprained in any way, though a part of him believed she was just using this small act as an excuse to touch him longer.

He realized then his long silence might be giving her the wrong impression. He consciously attempted to loosen his muscles, taking a quiet deep breath without opening his mouth.

Even as she took up an ice pack and silently indicated he hold it to his bruised wrist with his left hand, he could see she had noticed the change in him. Her hands had left him, but she had inched closer to him, albeit unconsciously, her thighs almost framing his left leg.

But she was not turned toward him. She concentrated on gathering up the unused contents of the first aid kit. She ran the tongue depressor on the edge of the honey jar to get off any excess honey, before replacing the jar’s lid.

He cleared his throat, keeping the ice pack on his wrist. Watson looked at him.

“May I?” he said, nodding toward the tongue depressor. She gave him that indulgent look that was not quite a frown but not quite a smile either. But she held out the depressor towards him.

He leaned forward and took the depressor in his mouth, and milliseconds later realized Watson was not going to let go. He ran his tongue down the smooth piece of wood, getting as much honey on his tongue as he could, pulling his head back as Watson kept her grip steady on the depressor.

When he let go of the depressor with a satisfied lick of his lower lip, he watched Watson as surreptitiously as possible, to see what she would do.

To his disappointment, she rose from her chair to throw the depressor away. His heart pounded harder for those long seconds before he saw she was returning to sit down in front of him.

She settled against the back of the chair, her gaze now intent on him. He fought to show no expression, not even to raise his brows in question. He kept the ice pack pressed to his wrist, waiting. She was thinking she would be the one to interrogate him. Not so.

“That wasn’t an accidental fire, Sherlock,” she said. Her tone reflected his expression. Indifferent. Detached. Hiding far too much. Even as it hurt, he couldn’t help the fingers of his injured arm tapping against the table it rested on.

He said nothing. But he could not keep his eyes on her face. He looked over her left shoulder, then before he could concentrate on her hands, his gaze jerked away to focus on the woodgrain of the table. They were folded in her lap, her hands. Not too tightly, but tight enough he could see as well as feel her tension.

She visibly suppressed a sigh, and her eyes went to his arm, bandaged in multiple places, whatever exposed skin red and swelling with the pain. “Elevate your wrist, please,” she said, her words edging on terse.

He obeyed, lifting his arm, keeping his elbow on the table, holding the ice pack steadily over the bruised joint. The motion caused him to turn more toward the table, but he still kept his face turned toward her.

A beat of silence. “You burned a book. I’ve never known you to burn books, Sherlock.” Her voice had quieted, the only clear indication of worry she let herself show. His eyes darted to hers, then away. She still looked at his arm.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she said, that gentle insistence in her tone making a familiar dread but also a familiar warmth enter his chest.

“No, Watson, it is a well-exhausted subject in my own mind. No need to bring it out again,” he said, the stiff smile coming onto his face, a knee-jerk reaction. They briefly locked eyes. Hers were becoming distant, closed off, but the remnants of sadness were in the lines around her mouth and eyes.

Seeing the withdrawal happening, he let his impulses take over before his chance passed by.

“Do you want to comfort me, Watson?” he said, forcing his stare to remain on her face.

She froze, her expression registering shock, then confusion edging on suspicion. She blinked a few times, but still looked at him.

He took both his hands, still holding the ice pack in place, and gestured between them. “Physical comfort, I should say. I have often denied it from you, though you have never verbally requested such. Except once, and in that our roles were reversed,” he added, remembering her almost shyness in voicing her desire to hug him so long ago, when she and Andrew had lived together.

She tilted her head, the suspicion becoming more prominent. “That was because I was grateful, Sherlock, not hurt.”

“The bequeathing of gratitude is a form of comfort for the one who is grateful, is it not?” Sherlock said, looking down as he spoke, visually focusing on nothing, all energy going into his words for brief seconds, hoping she would understand him.

“If I recall, you told me that as your friend, I would know that would be a rash decision,” she said, a sardonic smile coming onto her lips. He couldn’t help but look at her then.

“I would like to make a rash decision now, Watson,” he said, his voice quieting for a very different reason. Fear, always fear, but something else as well. He felt himself almost bowed before her, the bruised wrist and ice pack tucked into his lap, the closest his hands could come to folded.

But after speaking her name, he looked up and saw her expression mirrored his multitude of emotions. Her hands were even more tightly folded. The tension traveled up her arms, defining the muscle, strength both subdued and emphasized.

Leaving the ice pack over his wrist in his lap, Sherlock slowly reached out his left hand and rested it, even more slowly, on top of Watson’s.

She was still, her hands were cold. The antiseptic smell seemed stronger in his nostrils, though that might only be because he was breathing harder, his heart pounding.

But just as slowly, Watson’s right hand turned palm up to take his. She leaned toward him, her eyes almost closed. As if she was afraid to leave everything in darkness but also too afraid to look at him and see something to push her away again.

He kept his eyes open, watching all of this unfold on Watson’s face, her stiff indifference giving way to fear mixed with curiosity mixed with…a softness to her features he still hesitated to identify.

Her eyes only closed when their lips touched. And so did his. Suddenly all he could taste was honey, and the other beguiling sweetness that belonged only to Watson.

#elementary fic #elementary #elementasquee #joanlock #joan watson #sherlock holmes (elementary)#my writing #still more indulgent drivel

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