#thank you holmes for this revelation :pleading:

[seorrow-a]

eloa’s first vessel is one she possessed for centuries. at one point she had to fly a little under the radar and that was easier with a new vessel because no one would recognize her (other angels excluded because they’d be able to feel her energy) so she possessed someone else. she changed her vessel a handful of times but she prefers to stick with one for as long as possible. in her main verse her faceclaim is sophie skelton from her role in outlander (because that’s where she has the reddish hair) and her first vessel looks like dakota johnson in suspiria. 

[infinitebells]

Can I ask for a jealous Albert x reader that may lead to smut and did the thing. Thank you!!!

my kinks kind of jumped out at this one- OOPS

“nii-san, if you are so upset with her talking to the detective, why don’t you go and talk to her? i’m sure she’d be more than understanding,” william says, but albert merely ignores him and continues to glare at the sight before him. he hadn’t realized you and sherlock holmes were old friends, but once he had spotted you with albert and william in the town square, he had to come over and say hi.

“i’m not upset,” albert finally grits out, and william has to hold back a laugh at his obvious sour mood.

“then stop frowning, you’ll get frown lines,” william teases. as albert is about to shoot back a snarky response, a loud laugh from you and sherlock’s hand on your arm catches his attention. his patience snaps, and soon he’s marching over to you. you’re so caught up in your conversation you don’t even notice albert until he’s right next to you. his hand finds yours and yanks you into him. the sudden shift knocks you off your feet, and he swiftly catches you. his hold on you is tight, keeping your chest pressed against his while his gaze shoots daggers at sherlock. the detective was well aware of how jealous albert had been growing, yet he found the entire situation extremely amusing.

“excuse me, my darling and i must be off. always a pleasure to see you detective,” albert hisses out the last word, his grip on your hand crushing your bones as he leads you to a stopped cab, roughly shoving you in before letting the driver know where to go. you haven’t spoken a word, mouth agape in shock and confusion as he slams the door behind him, sitting across from you. his eyes meet yours, and the pure fury reflected in them makes you shrink away, almost frightened at the expression on his face.

“albert? what’s wrong?” you finally speak, voice timid against his dangerous aura.

“did you have fun with the detective back there? it surely seemed like it with his hands all over you,” he spits out after glaring at you for another moment. your eyes widen at the insinuation, face burning in embarassment.

“you think i was flirting with sherlock? albert you must be joking,” you ask, hand reaching out to grab his. you’re a centimeter away from grabbing his fingers before smacking your hand away. at this, you feel your own anger start to bubble up at his actions.

“it certainly seemed like it,” his voice is level, a sheer contrast to the rage brewing in his body. the cab stops in front of the manor, and he climbs out and leaves you to sit in the carriage. practically fuming at this point, you slam the door shut behind you and storm into the house, following him into his room and closing the door behind you. “get out, i don’t want to talk to you right now,” he doesn’t even turn around to face you as he speaks, and that sets you off.

“i can’t believe after two years you think i would be flirting with someone, much less someone who i’ve only been friends with! if you’re going to be mad at me, have a damn good decent reason to be! and next time, when you ask me something, turn around and face me like the man you are!” your last words force him to turn around, and he looks at you, panting with anger and face red. his mind swirls in a combination of anger and one other emotion he can’t pinpoint until he’s unconsciously walking towards you. he realizes as he grabs your face and kisses you harshly that the other emotion is lust. the force of the kiss pushes you back into the wall, and you slam your hands into his chest, pushing him back only a few inches. you glare at him, trying to keep a hold on your resolve as his cheeks turn pink and his gaze sharpens into something more dangerous than anger. his hand shoots out, wrapping around your neck and slamming your head back into the wall. you’d shout in pain, but the adrenaline coursing through your system makes it hard to feel anything.

“bratty little girls don’t get to take that tone with me and expect to get off scott free,” he’s murmuring now, body leaning into yours and his other hand resting carefully on your hip. you swallow thickly, and he can feel it beneath his hand. his smirk grows before moving forward so your lips are millimeters away from touching his. “what do you say when you speak to me like that?” he says it like it’s a question, but you know he won’t move until you utter the words.

“i’m sorry for being a brat sir,” you whisper out, looking down. he ‘tchs’ from in front of you, one finger lifting from your throat to move your head back up.

“good girl. maybe i won’t be so hard on you now,” he finishes with a heated kiss, body shuffling forward to press into yours. his tongue smooths over your own, and the hand on your waist pulls you even closer to him. his grip on your throat releases, and he keeps your mouths attached while gripping the back of your thighs and lifting you up and onto the bed. he detaches to let you adjust before crawling over you like a predator stalking his prey. his mouth finds your jaw, teeth grazing over the soft skin before biting down hard. a needy whine slips out of your mouth, and you can feel albert’s erection poke into your thigh. his mouth moves downward, sucking and biting harshly. you’re sure your neck will be painted in marks by the time he’s done. “love, stand up and take off all of your clothes for me,” his voice pulls you out of your head, and you nod. sliding off the bed, your fingers fumble with the strings before finally undoing them. as you look up, you see albert’s shirt unbuttoned all the way and his pants undone, hand palming his dick from over his underwear. you whimper in need, tugging harder at your dress until it’s slipped completely off. by the time you’ve reached your bra, his cock is freed from his boxers and he’s slowly rubbing himself at the sight of you undressing for him. you shove off your undergarments at record speed, clambering onto the mattress to take over for him. his hands find your wrists, flipping you over so you’re flat on your back.

“please sir, let me touch you,” you plead, hips bucking up to try and find his. he smirks, sliding his belt out of the belt loops and bringing them up to your hands.

“no darling, this is your punishment for letting the detective lay his hands on you. you can’t touch me,” he says, and you whimper in protest as you feel the smooth leather wrap around your wrists. the fit is snug as he secures them together, sitting back on his heels to admire his handiwork. he revels in the sight of you sprawled out naked beneath him, writhing around with your hands bound above you. the temptation to completely devour you almost overtakes him, but he pushes it back down.

meanwhile your mouth is practically watering at the sight of him kneeling above you, shirt unbuttoned and cock heavy in his hand. you can feel arousal pool in your cunt, some leaking out as he slowly rubs himself.

“something wrong love?” he’s mocking you, and you want to respond but his fingers sliding up your soaked slit, arousal soaking them, distracts you. a wanton moan flows out of you, and you feel yourself grow even more turned on on the sight of him using your slick as lubrication to continue to rub himself. his cock shines in the golden light of the sunset outside, and he looks absolutely ethereal. you could practically cum at the sight of this alone, and the thought terrifies you.

“you wanna cum just from looking at me darling? so needy these days,” he voices your thoughts, and your head flails from side to side in panic, incoherent begs pleading him to touch you. he grins, knowing you’ve just about reached your limit.

“please albert! i need to feel you, please sir ple- ngh!” the force of his cock burying itself deep inside of your walls cuts you off, and your eyes roll back at pleasure burning in your veins.

“i’ll forgive you for not calling me sir, but don’t expect any other favors from me,” he whispers in your ear. his hands find your hips, keeping them steady before pulling out and slamming back into you all at once. a yelp escapes you before he’s pounding into you, barely giving you time to adjust. your hands tug tightly at the restraints, itching to grab onto him for support. he’s groaning above you, watching his cock piston in and out of you. a ring of white surrounds the base of it as you cream around him, cunt fluttering erratically around him.

“ahh sir please!” your hips try to move up to meet his thrusts, but his hands keep them pinned to the bed. you throw your head back, succumbing to the feeling of being trapped beneath him, completely at his disposal.

“that’s it love, now who’s are you?” his voice floats through your ears, and the overwhelming pleasure makes it hard for you to give a coherent answer, but when one of his hands slithers up your body to grasp lightly at your throat, you find it in you to choke out an answer.

“‘m yours. all yours,” your eyes open to see him grinning sharply above you. his hands find your hips again, holding them steady as he picks up his pace. you scream out, nerve endings sizzling as you clench around him.

“never forget it,” is all the warning he gives before one hand moves over and rubs harshly at your clit. you choke, the feeling tightening the knot that’s dangerously close to snapping.

“close! s-so close!” you barely have time to get the words out before you’re gone, bliss overtaking you. albert fucks you through your orgasm, releasing into you. the warmth of his cum brings you down from your high, and you focus on him again. his cheeks are red, hands holding your hips so tightly you’re sure there are bruises in the shapes of his finger tips. he exhales shakily, pulling out of you and reaching up to undo his belt. once your hands are free, he brings them to his mouth, kissing each one gently.

“you’re not in pain right? i didn’t hurt you?” concern floods his eyes, and you giggle quietly at the sight. you gingerly grab his hands, leading him down so that his head is resting on your chest and his arms are secured around your waist.

“no love, i’m okay i promise. are you?” your fingers find his hair, pushing it out of his face and twirling it around your fingers.

“i’m okay. i’m sorry i lost my temper,” his gentleman-ness starts to show again, and you press a loving kiss to the top of his head.

“it’s okay. just know i love you and only you ok?” you look down, and he looks up to meet your gaze, a lazy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“i love you too darling,” he says, leaning up to kiss your lips softly. when he pulls back, he tugs the blanket over the two of you, shedding himself of his shirt and pants before laying his head back down on you. you both fall into a dreamless sleep, surrounded by each other’s love.

[moonartemisia]

Moriarty the Patriot Fanfiction: Crown of The Night || Beginning of Arc I: Silence Endeavour

Fanfiction written by Elise

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Moriarty the Patriot/Yuukoku no Moriarty franchise and it's characters, but the original character under this story for imaginative and creative attribution within the storyline. Owners of this series goes to Ryousuke Takeuchi for the plot alongside with Hikaru Miyoshi for the illustrations. Based on the original Sherlock Holmes series by Arthur Conan Doyle and Ian Fleming's James Bond series giving a crossover dynamic between the two famous stories. All rights reserved respectively.

WARNINGS: THE FOLLOWING STORY MAY CONTENT NSFW MAINLY GORE, TORTURE, HARSH LANGUAGE AND OTHER ANGST OR SENSITIVE ASPECTS THAT DRIVEN WITHIN THE VICTORIAN ERA. AS MUCH AS THE AUTHOR WOULD TRY HARD TO DEPICT IT'S REVELANT SOCIETY ON THE PARTICULAR TIME. PLEASE READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Author's Note:

I'd like to thank in advance for the readers who took time to read my work. I have started to plan this story back in December, because of YuuMori caught my interest when it began airing on October. I love the series overall, right now catching up with the manga updates. Lastly, I made new friends within the fandom, wholesome people I chatted, gratefully. Thus, the final decision I wanted to share this story with everyone. Please enjoy reading! ^^

- S.E.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (EDITED)

A night's spread of news alarms the people of England on a whim. The hustle, whispers, and murmurs conjugate a line of unexplained gossip. It was a threatening moment around the dark enchanted city of London. People roam the night streets as the misty fog whistles through the atmosphere. Glooming heavens reflect the lonely skies —underneath the large buildings following a glowing light from the moon above. Casting a bright ray below the land.

Ghastly howls of the cold breeze came in through the quiet, walking, and occupied people on every pavement. The talks from the people mumbling were still present as goes by. Each has its business. Most groups engage in conversation. What are they whispering? We cannot tell. Scared faces written upon their reactions and timid anxiety with exclaimed sentences— informed on the folks.

“Again!? I-impossible, he is the duke that hosts a lot of casinos here? How did he die so soon?!”

“I believe it is the killer who did this…”

“No way, perhaps the rumors were true! Just like the other time in Lady Gretchen’s case, still, it remained unsolved to the public.”

“If it is from the same suspect that killed the Lady about 3 weeks ago, then…that killer shall be the whole of England’s monster…”

As the conversation went aloud, a count appeared to step forward away from the busy crowd. Leathered shoes stopped in the middle of the street. The murmurs kept their way echoing— inside and out of its ear. Brows crooked in concern eyeing everyone. It seems to have its attention piqued by the worrisome reaction all over them.

Bad feeling it is… or were they the same cries that pleaded with the people of a mysterious unknown? The queen only heeded and gave us luck…however…

Clicking its feet turning, its way to the group of men earlier heeded over their discussion. The tall figure peered between as it listened closely. The men in front of the count were abruptly startled— sensing his incoming presence behind. To its immense surprise, it looks serious. Faces were stiffened— in a cold-frightening sweat. A crime happened around here? His eyes slowly lifted to glance at them revealing to be green and steady, staring toward the men.

“Care to tell me what’s all the fuss about?"

Its voice sounded soft, briskly touching the lump of its throat. Curiously, furrowing brows, the other had shifted unbalanced, patiently. Awaiting their answers.

"So?”

“Ah—! Count Albert James Moriarty? Why do you want to know? Are you interested, perhaps? Or is there any information to be sent?”

If this was a similar case, I'm hearing from these men. That means only one thing.

“Vividly on the account, the news spreading of an unknown killer is the main concern here; around London, as I worked in the Parliament. The concerns of every people passed through Buckingham Palace. Queen Victoria won’t be restricted to ignore this mayhem.”

He figured out the problem well. Just as he thought, the count mentioned his position being the stand inside the Parliament. So these men are not the only ones. Showing a genuine misgiving brought another threat within the monarch area. The count of the Moriarty, elder son, Albert James Moriarty— notified the men before him. It appears that the engrossing news extends the whole community’s cries. The lids of his emerald hues vaguely conveyed his intentions which are about to reveal later.

Subtle of him, he cannot allow pestering the men any further. He is already aware of the killer’s unknown details. Quickly, his interest lies upon whoever the killer might be. Albert will be sure to figure it out, but not on his own. The count has his henchmen alongside to solve, thus delivering this issue to someone else’s. A capable consultant to deal with.

“Really? Will you figure this out immediately?!”

“Not too abrupt. Our work is decent only inside the Parliament. We only carry uplifted duties that are handled by the Yard. Any cases confined shall heed to her majesty: to demand means of court and punishment. Although, this needs to be settled by the authorities. The Scotland Yard. I have heard they shall lead the investigation to themselves.”

“But, they still haven’t caught the culprit!”

“It’s already a month! The killer had slaughtered another noble after the other!”

“Patience, gentlemen…”

The count worded firmly, heaving his hat slightly to the men following a formal and graceful smile crept on his thin lips.

“Sooner or later, we will unveil this problem once and for all; we must seek trust. We cannot rush or waste time. It is a matter of everyone’s safety, too. I shall be off. Thank you for your short time.”

Departing, Albert scooted away where his carriage awaited him to be escorted. Someplace where he is going to meet a particular person to take care of this business. Who Albert thought a righteous individual to handle. Entering inside the small cart, his horseman shuts the door side of its car. Hustle whip carried onwards as the wagon moved. A peer's sinister grin snickered upon his lips, his eyes remain fixated in front of the carriageway view from the front.

“Looks like there’s another crime for you to confer…”

William James Moriarty…

Thunder clashed behind the glass background of the manor. A man sided to sit next to him by the window. Until heavy rain follows pouring amounts of droplets. Pattering against the glass sheet, the man took a moment to inhale his solitude. With a fresh, odor and the tranquilizing scent of the rain, picking up a small teacup in his hand for a sip. The torrent blends his mood with what seems to arise a dilemma. Exactly as he predicted.

“Brother, do you want another spot?”

An intrusive approach evoked the other he called brother. With a left-hand swift a pause. Kindly gesturing for someone no more pour of the brewed liquid he is indulging. On a flank note, he placed his cup down. A smile formed under his lips following a hindering chuckle.

“Louis, do you think this gloomy weather fits what I am going to anticipate for the next consultation?”

This man, Louis, blinked towards the other with a sudden question. He is not sure about what he said, but judging he looked at some paper he is holding in his hands. It’s a newspaper.

“Is it about the news? Also, the newspaper you’re holding from the daily article…”

Seems the other pointed much to his guess. Coming from a sudden statement he asked him. Likewise, a figure stature beside the man, closely. Crimson orbs shifted back to laid upon old printed writing from a news article. The hot scope by the headlines was viewed on the front page. The letters were bold and in Roman printing. The recent issue that piqued attention was the unidentified killer, who roams around the night at bay murdering nobles. One of the main inflicted crises that alarm herd in England. Much to his sentiment, involuntarily his eyes glanced narrowly through the folded papers in his hands.

He looked like he have read and analyzed everything word by word. Letters to Letters, and interviews from the Yard. Yet, from what he had read in mind they never got a clear name from who it was. This system he had thought was delayed, then again, learning another murder happened from last night.

“Tricky as it appears, Louis. I believed this killer knows how to finish the job quickly and with time check as well…”

“W-what do you mean, brother?”

“Well, judging from the victim cases and how the murderer planned to kill them. It was the same as 3 weeks ago. Where there’s a gathering at Lady Gretchen’s mansion. The lady was known for handling grand festivities inside. But what lies was knowing her father was the running mayor of England, the taxes that were supposed to be addressed once they were collected bringing them by the main consecutive monarch house, the Parliament. Money that was given by commoners because taxes are rules, remember? All of the English people have the right to pay taxes.”

The brother mentions his name again, Louis. His statement made him nod in agreement, he is precise about the information. Straight to the point of it.

“Do you want to guess what’s the fault behind it?”

“Could it be that Lady Gretchen’s case was using her father’s power and abused it for great wealth? Also, taxes I guessed they’ve used it for her parties and probably demand a larger charge of pennies. B-brother… this means…”

“Yes, exactly… people who are involved with politics wasted their powers to take advantage of their selfish life and the people who voted. They manipulated them to get added money and fame. They never take their work seriously. Politicians generally were the problem and the systems weren’t. However, they broke and change it for their benefit. Whereas, inside the municipality. Even the most standing government… the palace.”

Likely, this man is no ordinary as his blood oozes to commit a chance. Rightfully, he had stated the factual justification. Planning the unsolved tricks upon his sleeves…

“Then, what’s the killer’s technique? How can you tell?”

“Time, skilled rapid timing… I believe this killer was scheduled in a favour of doing this kind of crime. As it said in the article about Lady Gretchen’s case at 10 pm she was spotted in her room where she was killed. Also, noticed how the paper described that she is killed by a shot of poison. The window in her room was opened and the needle that has a formula of belladonna was found. But, no further inspections after the crime scene. Although, it is not confirmed whether the killer was on the lookout or invited. Even, I cannot figure. Therefore, maybe they have ways to clean up the pieces of evidence… likewise, Duke Francisco Marquez from Spain was also killed, but he was spotted on the balcony. Shot by a bullet through his torso.”

A foreign and last Duke from Spain!? I’ve heard that he invested in casinos and was known to be a gambler… h-how did this killer knows his job!?

“T-That’s critical, don’t you think? By the that, the killer murdered a Duke from another country?”

The blonde chuckled, he felt excitement and anticipation. This one is a tricky crime. Concluding all of the articles stated that this killer is difficult to catch.

Likely, this man is no ordinary as his blood oozes to commit a chance. Planning the unsolved tricks upon his sleeves…

A crime cannot be outdone without another…

“So, what do you want to do, Brother William?”

A silent momentum…utterly came to a brisk wind between them. Tilting his head forward with a smeared smile to his relative…

“Well, no… I believe there are many hours to inspect. I hinted we might take the advantage of this uproar inconvenience, Louis. Therefore… ”

Swiftly a hand replaced the publication down close to his teacup as it rustles settling down on the glass table.

“No to sue elimination…”

“That means?”

“Though, the killer doesn’t state an alibi of what are their purpose in doing so. Judging by how nobles are the killer’s targets so on and so forth. Perhaps, the opportunity may attain for us if we engage the first move of knowing who is the killer.”

“You think this killer may have the potential?”

Inhaling a captive grin with his fixated eyes in front of a coffee table. The brother discusses any factors that lead to the other’s possible outcomes. Is there a way? We don’t know his understanding. Crossing a leg up on the other maintaining a straight posture. Where his toes pointed to the rim, his fingers would be entangled together as they rested over its knee.

His composure would lay behind the soft velvet cushions of the leaning board. Exhaling, blinking his lashes at once before he turns to eye contact with the other.

“Hmm, indeed…however, may we watch this show…”

As it is discussed… Alas, the mastermind and crime consultant has revoked to intrude on another case once again. The middle brother, William James Moriarty has spoken his last word on this issue.

Persistence can be sensed. The other brother only affirmed nodding to his guesses. With a cold sweat, he feels the timbre of his spin shiver because of the news. He already listened to his brother’s analysis of the killer’s unknown intentions. Yet, it may appear he has a strong reliance on him. He can already see anticipation about this report. Blonde locks shifted down the membrane hiding his flash-flickering scarlet hues.

The background of the ticking clock noises soon interrupted when a door knocked beneath.

“Please you may come in…”

Called the blonde man sitting, the slow tempo of the door opens before them. The creaking echoes disrupt the following figure which appears to be a young boy. Entering his way fully showing his image, standing tall in front. Spiky and messy hairdo, his clothes were baggy along with a scarf wrapped around his neck.

Steady shoulders and arms rested beside his hips. Eyes are black much laid of patience. Soft brims with ethics of polite behavior. The lad seems innocent looking at first. Though, he may hide something lethal behind those eyes. He greeted to bow his two guiding henchmen as he meets his glimpse directly at the brothers.

“Ah, it’s you, Fred. What brings you here?”

“Sir Albert had returned safely, he is coming on his way here to deliver something important.”

A boy named, Fred Porlock. He informed it promptly. One of the crew William kept obtaining his beliefs with. In the last meeting, the consultant had a deep past of adopting Fred as part of the crime gang when he was little. Though, the grasping fragments of their encounter are still unclear how did the boy manage to side with him a long time ago. Despite him being the youngest member, at an early age to ever commit such risky matters that a normal couldn’t do.

For Fred’s living, it was ordinary. Nothing dangerous unless needed. He is the pretender, William relies on his young attributes through compelling disguises. The lad also is the messenger tool to cope with information about England’s secret covers and mysterious issues revolving around their community.

From what William can trust Fred for, he is skillful at killing. As well as a flexible demeanor upon him. He was trained before. Thus, inside the consultant’s manor, he is willing to assist with chores. Side by side with Louis cleaning up.

“Is that so? My, it seems that brother Albert must’ve gathered details. How pleasant, thank you, Fred.”

“You’re very welcome…”

“Ah, it is. You believed, William.”

Jumping into the conversation, the earl had entered passing through Fred. The lad eventually bowed towards him by entering his direction through this main flooring. Whilst, he returned the same greeting. Albert stood to hang his top hat by a long post. Proceeding to walk towards his fellow kinship, he sat at the opposite chair away from William’s. Peering a gentle close-eyed smile in return, Louis immediately settled Albert’s tea for him to indulge. Foot right up crossing his leg alike to the other.

“Here you go, brother Albert…”

“Thank you, Louis. Now, about what Fred mentioned…”

Happily, the eldest son paused chuckling insight. He gingerly took the porcelain teacup to sip.

“Tell me what it is all about, dear brother? I know myself, probably an event that might come to pass this week. The gleam mood is fleeting, isn’t it?”

William stated, following a small hindered giggle gazing at Albert.

“Well, if that’s what you predicted. I have two things to say for now. That is if brother William figured it out already without my acknowledgment. Anyways, first is the good news. You see… Queen Victoria granted to hold a grand ball soon by the upcoming 3 days, tonight. All of the royals and known nobles are invited inside Buckingham Palace. Ought to behold such a great venue soon.”

“That’s wonderful to hear, brother Albert. So, which means all of us would gather this week’s party at her Majesty’s. We will look forward to it. How nice. Lend me the invitation under your coat.”

Albert’s amusement towards the blonde’s advanced response. Shaking his head, he mirth his reaching hand receiving him an invitation card that was designed by the palace itself. Polished in white cream, glazed, and smooth parchment. It had decorated with a satin ribbon to untie later.

How elegant this letter is to appeal to bring more interest in visiting the grand party from her Majesty, Queen Victoria. William’s eyes would pry over the glittering sparkles, sprinkling over the sheet. It was indeed a fancy letter they had compiled, and to be given by the people of England. Especially the guest attending their subsist of nobles. Of course.

With a swift of his fingers sweeping the ribbon untying the satin leash away from the card. William, then, begins to scan the piece of paper in his hand. Flipping, he sees the beautiful cursive writing that messages everyone for a welcoming attendance.

Whilst the blonde man dried his throat to read it aloud, hence, the people gathered near him would hear what are the contents of the formal invitation letter.

“How thrilling…”

He finished reading the writings inside the paper. He further examined more. Such a warm invitation indeed to William’s view. However, they are certain keys that the letter hides so much excitement if people were ever to accept this letter.

Though, letters that have guest appearances written on a piece of paper shall also be included here, isn’t it? But, some would consider… I wonder how the queen loves to thrill her guest in every gathering she planned. Nonetheless, if the special guests were to appear only once they’ve announced their names, could it be?

“William, any feedback about the invitation party?”

His thoughts brushed away when he heeded his eldest calling him back to his attention. A smile formally addressed him so, the blonde chuckled afterward.

“It is, I’m pleased you’re looking forward to coming, William…Nevertheless, you’ve doubled check the letter quite to your keen interest. Is there something you’re thinking? Or shall I state the second account? If it’s not worth troubling?”

“Even if the news was infamously spreading. I don’t think you have to explain, brother Albert. Somehow, this is where the villain might show up…”

“Thus, I knew having you here isn’t a remorseful decision to take a risk. And who could that be as you thought?”

Not much to deceive the elder brother as he questioned William’s predicament. Returning the sheet inside the card, slipping it carefully neat without a crumbled tear. He reached to give it back to Albert. Precisely, the haywire began there’s no doubt the blonde understood.

And so, William stood up from his seat, hands behind his straight figure calmly placed by his buttocks. Pair of scarlet eyes fumed to gaze upon the window. The thunder clashed before his eyes alongside his minions, the twin, the sinister elder, and a young lad watched against him.

His advanced settlement and knowledge about this problem. He is distinct to catch a thief of his own. A curving pry smirk forms through his lips that no one can see. The time soon finally came for him to show how a consultant does…

For I am, William James Moriarty a Crime Consultant at your service to outdo your work and life. I am the Lord of Crimes…

“The villain’s next lair to perform its killing…at the Queen’s grand ball…”

“Thus, the many reasons I should not state the issue here? Dear, brother?”

“You know the fact of how I function a proper plan, Brother Albert. As much as I see to detect the hears and echoes of the folks surrounding England. Especially the brought-up news, which is still a problem today. I knew by the fact you also heard them, right? They have come forth for your help. Even though, your position isn’t from the Yard. Brother Albert’s position is at the Parliament… The look on your face doesn’t gape similar to how you reacted, normally like you are. Hereby, concluding…it is not your job to partake that, however, the cases remained unknown. This is why the people are in dismay towards the Yard.”

Exactly, Albert crooked his brows with such a factual basis. His second deliverance was taken back from his brother. Though, the emerald hues flicked in surprise. William isn’t the kind to analyze a person without a reasonable expression or flinching conflicts that may affect someone. This leaves to the other’s well amusement, rearing the same smirk formed by his brother.

“Then, the Moriarty Plan has soon to conduct by your hands and I shall move forth to handle the rest.”

“I love the conceivable answer. So, all of us shall do it well before the second party might get an interest in.”

“Sir William is it about—”

Fred the young lad spoke in between the brothers’ conversation. The boy may be or not aware of the situation right now. He had listened enough to engage in another scheme with his master. Strongly, he trusted William’s ordeal and was fully aware of the case. Black eyes equipped to hold on to the publication from the glass coffee table. Intently examining the written information. William turned his attention to the young boy.

“I do not know the killer, but learning your observations. The only thing I’m concerned about is what about the second party?”

“Are you in mentioning the great detective, Fred?”

“Yes, firmly I can see he will interfere. Moreover, is it true that the unknown killer is a skillful one at handling their crimes? ”

William’s keen to know everything first before conducting the so-called Moriarty Plan. What Fred mentioned made the blonde recall the killer’s advantages. A hint pointing to the killer’s techniques in covering their victims.

“Indeed, you are right, Fred. I acknowledged how the killer knows their job in doing so. Although, the concerning break is if the other party did the same inspection regarding the silent killer’s case. Amongst those reports recently, then things will get complicated for the suspect. You will see how I construct this beforehand of the ball.”

All of them understood, nodding, eyeing one another. Thus, the elder had seemingly thought that can twist this case. Probably, if they are other plans for him to consult. But, for now, he shall just watch where this leads.

“Oh, brother William. Tomorrow will be your deposit at the bank. Shall I insist on it?”

“Sure, Louis…now everyone, be prepared. The silent killer is at bay, it’s keeping an eye on its purpose…whatever its reasons for killing nobles. But, let’s be hopeful the killer has the same intentions as us… Fred, may you deliver this conference as a summary report to Moran and Bond…”

“Right away, Sir William…”

Rest assured, everyone affirmed to partake in a new constructive plan to outwit a new unknown person; that is yet to be revealed— soon. William has other steps to perform on his sleeves, nonetheless, the beckoning waves hinder the other party. Although, only he can hold whether they’re involved in this…the lord of crimes has all of the dots to connect and guess.

You shall not underestimate what I can do to capture you, mysterious killer. For I, William James Moriarty may come to you...

𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘. . .

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The Deviance of Two English Gentlemen Chapter Five

Chapter Title: A Friend to Last His Whole Life

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Ritchie films)/Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Morstan Rating: Teen and Up Status: Incomplete, chapters are posted weekly Word Count: 753 for this chapter, 6941 for the entire work thus far Summary: Set post Game of Shadows. When Sherlock Holmes is given a case by none other than Mrs. Watson, he has no idea that he cannot fix the unsolvable for the couple. Intimate truths are exposed in the process, leaving all three irrevocably changed. Tags: Case Fic, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Secrets, Bickering Notes: The entire work can be read here on ao3. You can also read chapter one here and chapter two here, chapter three here, and chapter four here. I finally got around to crossposting this chapter to tumblr. 

Story:

Holmes, for perhaps the first time in his life, had no idea what to think of the current situation. It was beyond complicated. There was no crime that took place, no definites, only ifs and fluctuating variables and hypotheticals. There was no one to catch or anything he could retrieve. There was only a decision that was yet to be made that now hung like an overcast cloud over the Watsons and, by proxy, himself now. He was certain though that all of what Watson had communicated upstairs was a revelation for the both of them.

Earlier, Watson had pleaded for advice, but what was there to give? In any other scenario, Holmes would have offhandedly suggested annulment or separation, but this was much too serious for his usual sarcastic contempt for the relationship. Things were not stable. Watson drinking himself into gaol, wandering aimlessly between Baker Street and his home further south, who knew what might happen next unchecked.

The man in question decided at that moment to descend the stairs, fully-dressed, and Holmes poured them both glasses of brandy, shallowly filled. Watson wordlessly accepted the beverage from Holmes’ hand, downing it all in one go.

“I never imagined myself as a parent either,” he said before taking a sip of his brandy.

Watson shot him an unsurprised smirk. “Yes, well you never imagined a life for yourself.”

“It may astound you, as you are so resolute in your convictions of me, that I have quite thought out my life and what I want to do with it,” Holmes brusquely retorted. “I wanted to become the world’s only and best consulting detective, which I did. In time, when I tire of London, I shall live out my days in the countryside where I shall tend to my apiary.”

“Apiary?” his friend repeated, bemused.

“Yes, I have long held a secondary interest in bee-keeping. It seems like it would be a satisfying and yet not overly-stimulating hobby from what I have read of it. That shall not be for another twenty odd years or so if I can avoid it.”

“I suppose you’ll retire to your brother’s estate near Chichester.”

“Ah Watson, what a keen memory you have! But no, I could not live on his hospitality for so long a period. I do have my sights rather set on somewhere in Sussex at the moment.”

Watson’s features softened, almost sympathetically. Pity was to follow. “Then you’ll live alone?”

“Live and die alone. Though that wouldn’t have to be the case if…”

The doctor persisted. “If? If what?”

In lieu of a verbal answer, Holmes’ eyes flitted to the gold band snug on Watson’s fourth finger. The color had only minutely faded over the years, but it still stayed on the man’s hand. Watson’s eyes followed. Once Watson tracked the target of his gaze, he subconsciously clasped his hands behind his back.

“Perhaps you could live in Brighton. I couldn’t tell you much about it since I never ended up going. I spent the whole day chasing around the poor postman, convinced it was you, but you were with Gladstone the entire time, ” Watson mused.

Holmes smiled wryly at the memory and looked at his companion. It was as if all the immediate tension had dissipated in the room and yet could not completely evaporate. The giggles they may have ordinarily released were caught in their sternums, unable to get out through the self-imposed strain.

“Speaking of which, I should take the dog out for a walk.”

Watson retrieved his hat from the stand and made for the doorway. He faltered in his step, however, and Holmes rushed over; he wound his arm around the man’s middle and pushed himself flush against his body so as to not leave any room for Watson to possibly fall.

Together, they hobbled down the seventeen steps to Baker Street.

“I should be alright now,” Watson said.

Holmes reluctantly released him. Meanwhile, the other man stared at some place above Holmes’ head, face screwed up in some emotion that was impossible even for Holmes to discern.

“Watson?”

Suddenly, he was embraced, one of Watson’s arms around his chest and the other cupped the right side of his face. He couldn’t imagine the expression he himself was wearing, but there was something primal and mournful in Watson’s own.

“I’ve behaved remarkably badly. Forgive me. And thank you.”

With those brief words, Watson pressed a sweet kiss to Holmes’ cheek and fled out the door without another word.

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Curious Conundrum (Part 4 - Repost)

Prompt: You’re John Watson’s sister. One day you decide to visit your brother for lunch, only to meet the infamous Mr. Holmes…

Word Count: 2381

Warnings: language, flirtation, sexual innuendos (maybe? idfk), murder/crime/case related stuff, angst…

Notes: This is a repost, since some were having trouble viewing. I did not add a keep reading since that seems to be what’s broken. Sorry for the long shit, but gotta make sure y’all can read it. 

Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong Not only did she beta, but I literally couldn’t have written half these scenes without her help. She contributed majorly, even wrote some parts of scenes. I am forever in her debt.

Also, this starts AFTER Season 2, episode 1. I don’t follow all the episodes, but it does follow the timeline and hit some major events : )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

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“What are you doing?” John wondered nearly two weeks later as he walked into the living room. Sherlock seemed absorbed in his laptop.

Half of his attention on John, he slowly answered, “I am testing your sister.”

“Y/N? Why?”

“I want to know the full extent of her abilities,” he noted.

“Why?”

“Because I very rarely meet anyone who isn’t entirely dull or moronic, so when I meet someone who might even entertain the idea, I embrace it.”

“You mean someone who isn’t crazy like Moriarty or Irene Adler?”

“Precisely,” Sherlock hummed quietly.

“Well, she always appreciates a good challenge,” John remarked.

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Sherlock idly mumbled.

Sherlock texted you after a few hours of work.

“Are you up for a challenge?”

You smiled, curious at what he was offering.

“Possibly. What’s the challenge?”

“Meet me at my flat. I’ll show you.”

Intrigued, you grabbed your things and nearly made a bee-line over to him, a little embarrassed at how easily you just jumped up because he asked you to. But who were you kidding? You were utterly fascinated by him.

The three of you had ventured together on a few cases in the last few weeks. Every time, you and Sherlock were practically finishing each other’s sentences. He seemed impressed by you, but wouldn’t show it more than a word or two of praise, and the reserved smirk that would dance across his face. His eyes would scan your body, watch you as you worked. You thought it was just him being curious, wanting to observe you and how your mind worked, but it was so much more than that. He felt something for you, something deep, and the only chance he could stare at you without social repercussion was when you were working together.

Little did he know, you were doing the same. You couldn’t help but stare at him. Watch him work. Admire his coat, his sharp cheekbones, the way his hands flitted about when he was thinking, the way his eyes squeezed shut in thought or snapped open in revelation. Your eyes never left his body, wanting desperately to drink him in. Every deduction, every case solved, every detail unveiled, was another way to your heart. Nothing impressed you more than an intelligent man, and God did he have a lot of intelligence to go around.

If the two of you weren’t solving cases rapidly, you seemed to trade music back and forth on the violin. You brought your old instrument out of some cobwebs from home, had the bow restrung, the strings replaced and finely tuned, and the two of you would play. Sherlock liked it to help him hone his thoughts and focus, you liked it for the relaxation. Then it seemed if music wasn’t filling the flat, the two of you read side by side, all myriads of things.

Time with Sherlock was…nice, to say the least. You didn’t have many friends – okay, scratch that, you didn’t have any friends other than John technically, so to find someone on the same wavelength as you was a godsend. You felt utterly blessed that he even allowed you in his presence, as John had made it abundantly clear that if Sherlock Holmes did not like someone, he would make it known. Yet, Sherlock seemed to reciprocate the feelings, always texting you and asking if you were coming by today, asking if you could help on cases, asking how your day was going.

If you didn’t know any better, and you probably did, you’d say you were falling for Sherlock Holmes, if you hadn’t already.

Arriving at the apartment you were more than curious when Sherlock nearly jumped at the sight of you.

“Y/N! Excellent, now we can get started,” he said as he handed you an envelope.

“What is this?” you wondered, taking the envelope.

“Oh, dear, I thought you were brighter than that. This is an envelope, if you open it, there are contents inside you can read,” he stated, his tone saturated with sarcasm.

“Oh, gosh, thank you, Mr. Holmes. I had no idea that’s what this was,” you said in an equally mocking tone. You opened the envelope and read the contents, Sherlock staring at you the entire time. “It’s a riddle?” you questioned, your eyes drifting up to Sherlock who was closer than you expected.

“Mhm.”

“And you need help solving it or what?”

“No. I created them, and when you solve one, it will lead us to the next clue.”

“You…made a scavenger hunt for me?” you wondered, a glimmer of joy in your stomach.

“In a sense,” he noted with a head nod. “It’s a test. I want to see how good you are.”

“Good at deduction?”

“Yes.”

You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. “Okay…Well let’s see here,” you said, reading the riddle. It was almost set up like Clue. There were a list of suspects, the events that took place, and the typical ‘who done it’ at the end. You eyeballed the information for about three minutes before you finally answered, “His sister.”

“And how did you come to that conclusion?” he wondered, his hands behind his back as he assessed you.

“It said he drowned in the bathtub, woman typically drown people, and a men wouldn’t typically attack a nude man. She’s the only one to gain anything from the murder.”

“Excellent. Now, where is our next destination?” he inquired with an excited look.

“I don’t know. How am I supposed to know?”

“The answer is in the answer…” he noted and you frowned at him.

“What?”

“You heard me,” he repeated.

“Okay but the answer was Doyen Noel, how the hell–Oh my god, it’s an anagram. It’s the London Eye!”

“You got that quicker than expected,” he admitted.

“Wow, thanks,” you said with an eye roll.

“Oh, come now, don’t be offended. I at least assumed you would get it, that’s a far better expectation than I had for your brother,” he noted with a coyish grin.

Silence passed between you two for a moment, but then the comment got the better of you two and you began giggling.

Still laughing, you asked, “So we go to London Eye now?”

“Indeed we do.”

The two of you began to leave the flat when John stopped you. “Where are you going?”

“To scavenge London,” you said with a wink, Sherlock right behind you.

“The game is on, Watson,” he remarked with a grin at your brother.

As the two of you got in the cab that he hailed, he asked you, “So why an attorney?”

“Why a detective?” you shot back.

“Come now, I’m not being coy.”

“Neither am I,” you remarked honestly. It was one of your deepest desires to get to know every little thing about Sherlock.

“I asked you first,” he commented.

“Well, if you must know, I wanted to help put people away.”

“But you’re a defending attorney,” he noted.

“I was a defending attorney,” you corrected.

“Was? What changed?”

“My job,” you said with a smirk.

“Clever,” Sherlock dryly remarked.

“I had a change of heart,” you confessed, giving him a real answer.

“What? Why?”

You shrugged. “Well, I thought my job would be helpful. I thought I would mainly get innocent people off or help get some real justice for the guilty ones. You know, maybe if they had a minor offense, I could help get their sentence minimized. But as time went on, I had more guilty clients than innocent ones and…well it made me sick to help get them back on the streets.”

“Sudden change of morality…” he mused.

You nodded. “I suppose so. So now, I can use my power of deduction for good, like you.”

“Oh, don’t make me a hero,” he pleaded, a tone of irritation lacing through him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Holmes,” you remarked. You knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t want you to paint him in some sort of heroic light. “You aren’t a detective for the ethical pragmatism of it. You’re a detective because you love the chase, the game, the hunt, whatever you want to call it. It gets you off.”

“Did John say that?”

“No. I did. I can tell,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve watched you for all of five seconds and I could tell. You get excited at the thought of outdoing anyone, about knowing you’re the best.”

“Does that put you off?”

“Why would it?”

“It does everyone else,” he noted as he looked out the window.

“Well I’m not everyone else. I could give a damn less why you do it…I just love that you do it. So long as you’re right and the bad guy gets put away, who the hell cares what you’re reasoning is.”

He turned back to you, a curious look on his face. “It’s…refreshing to hear that.”

“You’re welcome,” you stated with a smile.

The two of you arrived at the Eye and he directed you towards the envelope that was taped in an unusual, inconspicuous place.

“Oooh, next clue,” you noted as you opened the envelope. You read the note, Sherlock’s eyes locked on you yet again, watching your every move. As soon as you began to think about the riddle, Sherlock grabbed the note from you.

“And that’s all for today,” he noted, holding it in the air away from you.

“What?” you exclaimed, a smile spreading over your face. “Give it back! I need to solve it, dammit!”

“You get to think on it for the night, and give me your answer tomorrow,” he said with a playful smile.

“Sherlock! Dammit, give me the note! What the hell?” you asked, grabbing at the note, but it was futile. He was much taller with a much longer arm.

“We can’t have all this fun in one night. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to over exercise your mind.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Oh screw you, Holmes. Give me the clue. I can do this.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can, Watson, but I would much rather see you squirm for it,” he noted, looking down at you. It was just then you realized your body was pressed against his, your chest on his chest, his face only inches from yours. The air between you two was playful but giving way to something else, at least for you. A blush rose in your cheeks as you quickly backed away and turned your face, hiding the signs of your infatuation.

“Uh, alright, I’ll think on it tonight,” you quietly said.

Sherlock nodded, trying to brush away the feelings he suddenly had. “Right. Well…while we’re here, care to ride the giant tourist trap?”

You glanced to the ride and nodded. “Sure, yes.”

The two of you boarded The Eye and it began ascending. Not wanting to miss the view, you made your way over to the edge, where Sherlock joined you.

“Marvelous work on the Johnson case last week, by the way,” Sherlock said. “It was fascinating that they used copper to keep the smell of blood–”

“Work?” you started, cutting him off as you stared at the vast beautiful view before you. A frown formed on your face, as did his. “That’s really what you want to talk about right now?” you questioned, glancing at him.

“Typically yes.”

You smiled at his brute honesty, one thing you admired about him.

“And right now? With me, is that what you want to talk about?” you questioned again, your voice dropping lower.

He looked down at you for a moment before answering, “No. No…I want to know why a successful and brilliant girl like you isn’t a detective, or a scientist. You’re highly analytical but you use those skills to work a courtroom, why?”

A grin flashed across your face as you turned back to the view, but his eyes stayed on your face. “I suppose…I wanted to use my skills to help people.”

“Being a scientist or a detective does that. Something about law must’ve drawn you in, what was it?”

“You’re the greatest detective in the world, can you not deduce it?” you inquired with a teasing tone.

“I find I often have trouble deciphering you, but not to mention deducing peoples motive’s doesn’t always come as quickly as their immediate actions,” he admitted.

You paused a moment, pressing your lips in a line as you thought. “I suppose…I wanted to make a difference, like John. He’s a doctor, and he was in the army. Science…it’s too impersonal. Sure, medicine science, you could be saving someone’s life, but whose? As an attorney, I work with people, I get to know their stories. I got to defend cases I felt like needed defending, I got to help innocent people, and now, I’m going to help put the bad people behind bars.”

“Hmm, I see.”

“Do you? I know you don’t exactly see good versus bad…”

“No, I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I can’t admire those who do?”

“Oh, so you admire me?” you teased with a turned up smile.

He chanced a half smile and said, “I’ll leave you to your deductions. But speaking of admiring, I couldn’t help but notice you’re not married.”

“What? Because I don’t have a wedding ring? You know not everyone wears–”

“Because you spend countless nights at our home, you’re available at a moment’s notice, you are physically fit, and you pour time into your work. You’re married to your work, not a person. So tell me – why.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Yes, but you’re not the one who asked. I am. So why, a successful, young, smart woman like you. Why has no one snatched you up?”

“Perhaps…I didn’t want to be snatched up…” you suggested with a sullen smile.

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A/N: It saddens me to say but this story will be coming to an end very soon as the last chapter will be posted next week! 😭 I’ll be so sad to see the end of it, but for now, enjoy!

—————————— Chapter 15 ——————

Molly watched you from the kitchen as she made tea. You stayed the night with her, not returning to his house. Letting out a sigh she joined you on the couch and handed you a cup with an sympathetic smile.

“I’m so stupid…” You groggily muttered before taking a sip of tea and placing it on the table “I should have kept out of his way or stay hidden from him.”

Molly placed a hand on your raised knee “Y/N you aren’t stupid. Feelings just sort of…happen.” She smiled and the warmth radiating from her made you feel a bit better “I could kinda tell from the moment you first saw him you liked him a bit…” She trailed off.

“How?” You asked sitting forward, full of wonder, questioning her as if she had discovered the meaning of life.

She smirked and looked away for a brief moment “People don’t often look at people the way you looked at him.”

Your gaze flickered to the floor before looking back up to Molly “Why am I still here?” You whispered out with a pleading look, you hoped she would have some sort of explanation.

“I don’t know,” she admitted with a heavy heart. “Maybe there was something you were supposed to do and never had the chance to do it? To…I don’t know…help yourself or someone else?”

‘Help someone else?’ You internally thought to yourself while another part of your brain casted back to Greg. A loud knock at the door disturbed your thoughts “Oh,” Molly hummed as she stood up “That’ll be my shopping delivery!” She walked to her door “Funny,” you mused “They are a bit early…”

Molly opened the door and her stomach sank “Is she here?” Greg asked and let himself in without hearing Molly’s answer.

“Greg I don’t think-” she tried to pull him back by clutching onto the hood of his jacket but he was just out of her grasp. Greg marched into where you were sitting with bloodshot eyes. You turned to him with a pang of pain shooting though your chest.

“Y/N-”

He didn’t have a chance to say anything else, you were quick to cut him off “You have to leave.” Your voice croaked out and Greg attempted to move closer to you but Molly stopped him with her arm.

“You heard her,” Molly’s tone was spine chillingly cold “Leave.”

Greg glanced between the both of you and let out a defeated sigh “I didn’t mean it Y/N. Please, come home.”

You turned away from him and lightly shut your eyes hearing his shoes hitting against the hardwood flooring towards the front door. Molly returned with a broken smile “I know what you’re going to say…” You uttered and narrowed your eyes at her.

“Well,” she shrugged “I have a point.” Her smile was infectious however you still shook your head at her idea. You knew she would tell you to go over, hear Greg out, tell him how you felt and hopefully everything would fall into place. “Just think about it,” you nodded. Molly’s phone rang had she let out a huff noticing it was her work “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.”

“Need any help?” You asked as she stood up.

“No, no,” she assured “Just you compose yourself here for a bit…or yanno…go and talk to Greg.”

You mulled over her words as she left and half an hour later you found yourself following her proposal.

You chapped the door to your house and silently begged that he wouldn’t be in.

But he was.

“Y/N…” He breathed out, full of relief before ushering you in.

“Greg I think-” your words were cut short and your eyes widened with surprise as he grabbed your face in both hands and kissed you with as much passion as he could muster.

You were in a state of complete shock before the shock slowly eased away and your body relaxed against his touch. Your eyes shut and your hands moved to hold onto his hips as they moved forward, your body jolted as it came into contact with the wall. Greg pulled back to catch his breath while you…well, you had nothing to catch. Your lungs were completely waterlogged.

“I thought I lost you…” He softly whispered against your lips before gently pressing his against yours again. Tears of melancholy and happiness mixed together with Greg’s own tears. “I was so scared I thought I lost my chance…” I whispered against your lips are you pulled back a little with a furrowed brow, remembering those were the words that you had said to him.

“What chance?” You asked as you could feel him holding on to you tighter, not wanting you to leave again.

“That I wouldn’t have the chance to tell you that I love you.”

You went wide eyed at the revelation as cold tears forked down your ice cold cheeks “Greg…I love you too,” you admitted with a small smile “But we can’t….we can’t do this…” You sighed out and Greg loosened his grip on you, allowing to stand upright on your own, even if your legs felt like they were about to give way at any moment.

“W-why not?” He asked sounding disappointed.

You let out a watery chuckle under your breath “I’m dead Greg.”

The DI let out a sigh and rested his forehead against yours. He had completely forgotten. Again. He pulled back a little when an idea came to mind “Why don’t I… I’ll do something to be with you…?” He trailed off and for a moment you were riddled with confusion before your eyes widened in realisation and you pushed him back as a sudden response to his indecent proposal.

“Don’t be so fucking stupid, Greg!” You scolded, your eyes welling with tears “Your life is the most precious thing you have.” You paused for a moment and sighed sadly “If I leave right now, life will go on without me…”

Greg gripped onto you again a little tighter when those words left your mouth. “My life won’t…” Your eyes flickered up to his “Please don’t go.” Your heart, as still as it was, ached seeing him plead and desperately trying to convince you. He delicately took your hands in his own as tears streamed down his face “Please stay.”

The desperateness in his whisper made you more inclined to never leave. Never leave the bliss you could have for the rest of your life, never leave his loving embrace that he’d hold you in every morning, never leave Greg.

“There is such a fine line between life and death,” your tone worried Greg, it sounded like you were preparing him for the worst “But I’ll say.” You softly smiled and Greg wrapped his arms around you, uttering 'Thank you’ over and over again. Your smile fell but you never let Greg see.

When he pulled away your smile returned “I want to take you somewhere. Let me quickly get cleaned up.” He pecked your lips and rushed up the stairs while you stood in a bubble that was close to bursting from the conflict building around you.

Ten minutes later Greg came rushing down the stairs with the biggest smile on his face, one so wide what you were convinced his jaw was aching. He lead you to the car and drove to a tall blue building “Where is this?” You asked full of confusion.

He didn’t answer you, instead he winked and rushed over to your door to let you out. When you stepped out Greg placed his hands over your eyes “G-Greg!” You giggled.

“It’s alright just watch the step. That’s it…okay…3…2…1…” He peeled his hands away and your mouth fell open seeing a glass wall that acted as a barrier between you and a tank of water. The worries that you had earlier melted away seeing the schools of sliver coloured fish and the racing stingrays that whirled around in the water along with slow moving sharks.

“I…I love it,” you turned to Greg whose skin was a light shade of turquoise blue from the reflection of the water.

Greg smiled “Go up to the glass,” he encouraged “Once you’re done here there’s lots more to see.”

“Really?” You asked with twinkling eyes.

“Really,” Greg chuckled and you rushed up to the glass window with a smile.

You pressed your hands against the cool barrier and let out a contented sigh, feeling a sense of tranquility and deja vu. It felt similar to when you were underwater a few days ago in Ireland. It felt heavenly.

“Do you know how terrifying it is being drowned?” You asked Greg in a whisper as he joined you by the wall of water. Greg didn’t answer your question, instead looked at you in silence as you continued “All I saw was this disdainful face who assumed he was doing the right thing. But, ever since I died and met you I’ve never felt so-” you cut yourself off with a soft chuckle.

“So what?” Greg asked, wanting you to elaborate.

You tilted your head up to him and reached for his hand with your fingertips.

“Alive.”

Greg smiled and intertwined his fingers with yours “Come on, there’s plenty more to see.”

He took your hand in his and guided you around the aquarium. He watched you as you watched the marine life in awe.

He couldn’t help but fall for you even more.

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