darling those eyes

They portalled into the loft, bags laden in each hand, Magnus with a soft smile on his face whilst Alec gestured at the bag in Magnus’ hand. Or rather the teddy bear in one of the bags Magnus was currently holding. A teddy bear that was easily half their size and was definitely taller than their guest—rather, his guest, seeing that Alexander still hadn’t moved into the loft yet.

A guest Magnus had insisted on getting the teddy for.

“Seriously Magnus. Why would you get her something so big?”

Magnus ignored the words, his mind working fast at the spells he was planning on casting on said bear.

“Because it’s the perfect size Alexander.” He spun around and caught the half raised eyebrow that Alec leveled on him.

“Seriously? That thing probably weighs more than her.”

“And she will love it. Won’t you sweetheart,” Magnus crooned, causing Alec to turn around as the two of them met Madzie’s cautious eyes. She hung by the door, eyes dark and suspicious as she stared at the pristine white fluffy teddy that Magnus carried.

She looked so much like Alec had when he’d first spotted Magnus heading into the store to pick up the teddy bear, that Magnus found the corners of his mouth tilting up into a smile.

The suspicion still remained in her eyes, but she returned his smile, tentatively.

Magnus spun around and crowed. “See? She loves it.”

Alec snorted. “She’s smiling back at you Magnus.” He gestured at the teddy and smiled. “Not at your gift.”

Magnus rolled his eyes. “But that’s because the gift isn’t ready yet.”

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Should Have Stayed in Bed

Pairing: Leonard McCoy/Reader

Summary: Reader should have just stayed in bed.

Warning: Swearing, slight mention of blood

Word Count: 914

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit sucky. This is my very first fic, so please be gently.

Thanks for reading! :)

Today was one of those days where you should have just stayed in bed.  

First thing, after waking up, you jammed your foot on the edge of the bathroom door frame.

“Oh, fuck me!” You shouted as you grabbed your injured foot.

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~ continued from here ~
~ @aformerspellthief ~

“Ah, you… Always early. If only Garen could have met you earlier, yeah? Well, you know him… Always for Demacia and all that… But you’d certainly think he’d have spare time for his siblings.”

Taric laughed softly, and waited for Lux to finish speaking. Upon hearing her comment on his mood, his smile faltered. Quickly piecing his happy mask back together, he spoke.

“O-Oh - well… Quite honestly, it’s just you - Nothing great has happened today, but seeing you always puts a smile on my face.”

Sighing, he recalls what had occurred that morning.

“It’s rather unfortunate, really, what I’ve been through today…”

Without even thinking, he began to blurt out the story.

“A bird… Only a fledgling, barely had any of its feathers… I… I had to watch it die, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Life is cruel, and I… I attempted to aid it, I really did, but it just… I guess this was its time. I only wish that I could have done something sooner… But  I suppose that I lessened the pain associated with its passing… At least I did that.”

Taric quickly stopped once he realized that he had been rambling. He didn’t invite Lux here to spill his guts out over a chick. She was here as company, normal company, not his therapist. The bird wasn’t important. Its feathers, its eyes, those darling eyes, staring into his soul as the life drained out from its tiny, frail corpse -

He didn’t notice that he had started crying a little during his soliloquy. The requiem for the bird had tugged at his heartstrings, and loosened the threads of his emotional purse.

“I… Goodness, I’m sorry… I-I didn’t mean to-”

By taking a moment to compose himself, Taric left the room in a slightly awkward silence. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet. Frail. Far too soft for what he had just put himself through.

“My deepest apologies, Lux. I really should not burden you with these woes of mine…”

He shot a lopsidedly despondent smile at the mage, hoping that she would forgive him for his emotional outburst.

Romeo and Juliet - Kaylor Style

This is all AU, set to Romeo and Juliet…Will it have the same ending? Find out!  M for language and sex as always.  Enjoy.  

History: Once upon a time, there were two men, a Swift, and a Kloss.  The Swift had always lived in the US, having made his fortune in a variety of things, like oil, coal, gold, you name it.  He was a wise investor, and had been a success story.  The Kloss on the other hand had arrived through Ellis Island from Europe recently.  Luck had been on his side, and once he made his first $100 working at a factory, he bet on the stock market, pulling all his funds the year before the stock market crash in the 1920s.  This set up both of their houses to always have money and wealth.  But as California boomed and grew, their paths, which had never crossed before, would finally meet, in California’s first ever documented dual.  It was over a girl, a Kloss daughter…When the two men involved in the dual both shot one another in the heart, the young woman was grief stricken to have lost the two men she loved the most.  And so, the feud between Kloss and Swift began, and was never mended, not even in the 2000’s. Both have mansions on the east and west coasts. 

Romeo – Karlie Kloss

Juliet – Taylor Swift

Rosaline – Cara D

Mercutio – Kimby Kloss

Benvolio – Kariann Kloss

Prince Paris – Calvin Harris

Tybalt – Austin Swift

Nurse to Juliet – Jamie King

Priest – Ed Sheeran

Messenger – Gigi Hadid

Herbalist who gives Juliet sleeping potion – Jourdan Dunn

The parents are actually their parents…

Two households, both alike in dignity, in Verona (New Jersey), where we lay our scene…We start this off with House Kloss all speaking.  Karlie, a known lesbian, has slept with Cara D, cousin to the famous House Swift. Karlie is love-struck and devastated that Cara didn’t want to continue the relationship. (Mantua New Jersey is where we will have the outskirts of town located in later chapters…No, I don’t know anything about New Jersey, just that I did my research and found it fascinating that they had the same city names as in the actual Romeo and Juliet play)


Part 1

Karlie’s POV


“Cara…Why do you deny me?  Is this St. Vincent really all that great?” Karlie Kloss, womanizer, goddess of the universe, androgynous, perfection, was barefoot, leather pants wearing, hair slicked back with a white t-shirt on and walking in the hot sun.  

“Sister!” Kimby approached her.  “You sulking?” She asked.  “Still devastated about Cara?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Karlie replied snarkily.  

“Well,” Kimby smirked and held up a folded up piece of paper.  “Mother told me to inform you that we have been invited to a ball at the Swift mansion.  It is a costume party, and we are all to dress up.”

Karlie smirked and took the folded up piece of paper.  “I know exactly what I want to go as!” She stated.  

“Do you?” Kimby snatched it back.  “And?”

“You’ll just have to find out the night of the ball.” Karlie winked at her and Kimby walked off.  

The ball came quickly, and Karlie was clad in a suit of armor, looking like a knight. It was both masculine and feminine all at once.  Her hair was hidden underneath the back part, and she was determined to woo Cara back. Cara might have been with a saint right now, but nothing topped a knight!  

Her sisters, Kimby and Kariann drove up in a Mercedes, giant smirks on both their faces.  “Mom and dad are coming in a limo!” They shouted, whooshing past Karlie, who was only a few houses down from Swift mansion walking.  

Karlie approached the large wooden doors, which had beautiful ornate brass handles.  The place had always been mysterious and gorgeous, although she had never approached it because of their family feud.  Cara had always come to her house, and she was an exception because Taylor had been related by their moms, not the Swift side.  

“Welcome!” A man in a cream colored tuxedo greeted her at the door.  The room was lit up with lights everywhere, with people dressed up and dancing in the center.  Karlie quickly spotted her sisters, who were surrounded by a group of cute boys dressed up as the latest pop group, meanwhile, the music had stopped, and everyone paused and looked at the grand staircase off to the right.  

“Taylor Swift, escorted by Calvin Harris.” A man with a booming voice introduced them, and everyone watched in wonder, their eyes fixed on Taylor. Karlie, who had spotted Cara dancing with St. Vincent was suddenly filled with a sense of something she had never experienced before.  In the past, she would have chased after Cara and only Cara, but now, this feeling washing over her, she couldn’t even begin to put it into words.  

“Isn’t he gorgeous?” A woman with a fan asked the woman next to her.  “If I were twenty years younger…” she continued to wave her fan.  

“You know he is the richest DJ on the planet right now?” Her friend replied.  

“Is he?” A huge smile came across her face.  “Do you think your daughter will marry him?” She asked.  

“We’re trying to arrange it.” The woman, now identified as Mrs. Swift replied.

Karlie ignored her words and moved slowly through the crowd.  It was as if time had stopped, and all she could do was get to that staircase to see the gorgeous girl she had just discovered.  

Taylor looked down at the one person moving, and their eyes locked.  She had always been a sucker for green eyes, and Calvin had blue ones.  He was her parents’ perfect match for her.  Rich, musical too, not bad on the eyes, and certainly not a Kloss.  He was everything they had stood for.  

The music began to play, and Kimby came up to Karlie from behind.  “Let’s dance you gorgeous knight you!” She teased, pulling her sister into a group of their mutual friends.  Kimby saw that she had broken up something between both Karlie and Taylor and shook her head.  “Oh no!” She waved her finger and put on her red jeweled mask.  “She’s the daughter of our great enemy!” She jokingly waved her mask. “Besides,” she pulled Karlie onto the dance floor even more.  “Cara’s here and she said she misses you.” Kimby winked.  

“She has escaped my mind.” Karlie shrugged.  “Let her have St. Vincent, my focus has shifted.”

“Your decision making is going to get you into loads of trouble, possibly even killed.” Kariann finally chimed in, her blue jeweled mask now sitting on top of her head.  “Look,” she explained.  “You see that man with her?” She asked, and Karlie only nodded.  “He is male, and she prefers men, and you can’t just flick that on and off in someone.  She isn’t going to just, change because of you.  Cara already liked both, and you knew that.  Back away from this!”

Karlie swallowed hard and grabbed a glass of Merlot from one of the waiters walking by.  “Fine,” she looked slightly pissed.  “Have you seen the children?” She was referring to Josh Kushner, another wealthy boy from their usual inner circle.  

“Where is he always?” Kimby asked.  

“Surrounded by the sexy boys that prefer boys.” Karlie giggled, looking toward the door.  There he was, in a toga, leaves in his hair, semi-god body pretty much revealed.  

“Has the knight come to rescue me?” He asked, he perfectly white smile showing like a Colgate commercial.  

“Alas, the knight needs some gay advice.” She replied, and he offered her his hand, followed closely from behind by his ‘date’.  She explained her feelings to him, and he nodded in understanding.  

“I think you seem like you need to make a declaration of love of sorts to this girl, even if she is the daughter of your enemy.  Will you be able to live with yourself if you don’t?” He asked.  

“No.” Was the one word to escape her lips.  

“Then declare.  The worst that can happen is she laughs at you.” Her hands were in his and they were looking at each other kindly.  From across the room, Taylor had grown tired of dancing with Calvin, and he was beginning to irritate her with how many women had flocked to look at him.  She had a few friends that certainly did want him for themselves, and while her mother wanted her to marry him as soon as possible, she herself was still uncertain about him.  


Taylor’s POV


“Get up!  Today is the day of the ball!  Calvin will be escorting you down the stairs!” Her mother woke her up and Jamie, her close friend who had been like a family member to her for as long as she could remember entered the room.  

“I will get her up.” Jamie told her mom.  “You can go get yourself ready.” Her mother nodded and left, and Taylor leaned up in bed.  

“Why on Earth would I want to attend this thing?” Taylor complained.  “I’m so tired of pretending to like Calvin.  I mean, he’s this guy…that’s a guy…” She looked almost sickened.  

“He’s a very wealthy guy.” Jamie reminded her.  

“All the money in the world couldn’t buy my heart and soul.” Taylor replied.  

“Stop being poetic and get up and get ready.  You and your parents have spent a fortune on this party.  If you really don’t like him afterward, there are tons of other women that do.” She reminded her.  

Taylor smiled.  “I suppose you’re right.” She agreed.  “He just bores me to tears is all.”

“Then see if you can volley him back to Ellie.” Jamie winked, picking up a beautiful white gown out of Taylor’s closet.  “And wear this and stun the crowd.”

“Okay.” Taylor nodded, walking back to the bathroom to shower and get ready.  

“You look stunning!” Her brother Austin told her, when she emerged from her bedroom.  

“Really?” She looked at him nervously.  

“Really!” Calvin interrupted, offering her his arm.  “Shall we?” He asked, guiding her down the stairs.  All of her friends were there, and she looked out across the room at all of them.  Everyone was still, everyone except for one, silver figure moving slowly through the crowd.  Their eyes locked, her steel blue ones to the beautiful green ones.  Time stopped.  It was as if Calvin was practically carrying her down the stairs, because somehow, someway, she was moving, but she was locked in that moment, with those eyes.  

“Darling?  Are you alright?” The British voice of Ellie, her good friend and attendee of the ball asked, as Calvin had walked her over to that crowd of friends off to the right.

“Yes…Yes…Fine!  Thank you.” She nodded, and everyone talked, while most of the older set danced.  She needed to get to the knight and dance with whoever it was.  She had never been so intrigued, or felt so, overwhelmed with, what?  What was this feeling coming over her?  

“Let’s dance!” She grabbed Calvin, and they slow danced over by where she had seen the knight.  Strangely though, the tall knight was leaning on some boy in a toga, and they looked like they were going to join in the dancing too.  Their eyes again locked, over the shoulders of men.  Could it be?  Was this a girl?  If yes, what girl was this?  Why had they never met?

The dance ended, and everyone began to talk again, with Calvin parading her around like some sort of trophy.  Her eyes still scanned the crowd for that one person, and it was all she could do to remain sane.  She wanted to know who the knight was more than anything now.  

#51 - You Faint / Pass Out (Part One)

For the anon who requested it.


“You sure you’re feeling okay?” He asks, for what must have been the tenth time in the past couple of minutes, “You look really pale, love.”
And you tell him that you’re fine, that he doesn’t need to worry, despite the spots dancing before your eyes and the dizziness that you were trying so hard to ignore; but of course, you don’t mention any of that.
He nods, not really believing you. He frowns as his thumb caresses your soft cheek, burning a little beneath his hand and he can’t help but notice how warm you feel.
“You feel really warm, Y/N,” he starts, “Maybe you should stay-”
But before he can finish his sentence, you’re falling and he’s having to catch your limp figure in his arms.
“Crap,” he cusses, just softly and under his breath, before lifting you up and setting you down on the bed. He holds your hand in his, thumb gently rubbing over the skin as he tries to get you to open your eyes; trying to get you to wake up.



“Don’t touch her!” he roars at the group of paparazzi, particularly a middle-aged man with a receding hairline as he tries to place a cool towel on your forehead – doused in the water from his bottle.
The words are enough to get him to back away, but not without handing the towel to Liam, not being able to just walk away without doing anything. Liam presses the wet rag against your cheeks and forehead, patting down the burning skin as he tries to cool you down.
He turns his attention back to you, now ignoring the flash of cameras and loud yells from the paparazzi – asking why you had fainted, what was wrong with you.
“Come on, babe.” He says quietly, voice cracking a little, the concern audible in his words, “Open your eyes. Please love; give me those eyes.”



“Y/N?” he asks, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and worry, before glancing down at your firm grip on his bicep, “Everything okay?”
But you don’t answer; you can’t answer. And he’s clearly worried, because usually the crowds didn’t bother you so much – the paps and the fans never bringing you to this – but there were more people than you were used to, yelling and pushing and shoving, and now you couldn’t help but notice the dots you were trying so hard to blink away were only turning into bigger splotches, before you can’t see a thing and everything grows quiet.
“Can you hear me? Y/N, baby, I’m right here.” he begs, but his words fall on deaf ears and you can’t hear a thing. You’re unaware of time passing, of the crowd gathered around you and Zayn’s body looming protectively over yours, so to block you from the view of the cameras flashing. “Open your eyes, love. Please, just open your eyes.”


“Y/N?” he says gently, his lips are by your ear and you can feel his breath against your skin and hear his words – muffled still, but better than the silence before. Your eyes flutter open, with some struggle, and you’re greeted by his concerned ones and the lines etched in his forehead. He was worried, that much was clear, and when you try to sit up, he hushes you and gently lays you back down on the cold tiles of the bathroom.
“What happened?” You ask, confused as to what had occurred, why you were laying on the bathroom floor; your mind a little fuzzy and trying to remember only made the pain in your head worse.
“You passed out, love,” Louis says gently, pressing a damp cloth to your cheek as he looks down at you, your head cradled in his lap as he gently stroked your hair, “But you’re okay now; you’re alright. Everything’s okay.”



He panics the second you hit the floor; the instant he hears the muffled thud against the carpet, and he whirls around to see you lying on the bedroom floor. You had been fine a minute ago, when he’d been telling you all about his day at the studio and what nonsense he and his bandmates had gotten up to and you’d been laughing along with him, and the next minute you were unconscious.
He drops onto the floor next to you, cradling your head in his gentle hands, lightly tapping your cheeks as he calls your name softly.
“Y/N,” he says, a note of desperation in his words, and his voice rises a little in panic, “Y/N, wake up. Come on. Give me those eyes; give me those eyes, darling.” 

Poison and Wine: A Sherlock x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 15: Breathe In, Breathe Out

You were laying down on some sort of surface. You tried to lift yourself off of it, but straps held you down across your body. The feeling of panic washed over you, and your breathing began to quicken. You turned your head back and forth, trying to figure out where you were, but you couldn’t see anything due to the darkness all around. You swallowed, closing your eyes and beginning to take deep breaths.

”Oh, come now, darling.. Let me see those eyes.” A voice whispered in your ear. Your eyes shut open and you bit back a scream as your eyes met Moriarty’s. You felt tears begin to prick at your eyes as the feeling of being pinched entered your mind. You glanced down and saw Moriarty’s hand against your skin. “Thought you had gotten rid of me, eh? John Watson’s not here to save you now…”You let out a shaky breath, turning your face away as he said the words. Your blood ran cold as the feeling of cold metal ran across your stomach. Moriarty used his free hand to move your face, forcing you to look at him. “No, no.. (Y/N), it’s very important that you look at me while you do this. You need to look at me, or..” He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, “Or I’m going get very, very angry. And I don’t want that to happen to you, dear.”

Moriarty pressed his hand closer, and you clenched your jaw. “Stop.” You whispered, Moriarty pressed his hand harder, raising an eyebrow. You gasped, tears escaping your eyes, “Stop.” You said the word louder, looking straight at the man. Moriarty allowed a smirk to fall over his face, and you clenched your fists together. Stop.

Jim Moriarty let out a laugh, shrugging, “If you insist.” He took his hand away, leaving the knife on your stomach. You glanced down, seeing that he had only begun to leave a thin line of blood. You let out a breath of relief, leaning your head back against the table.

”Why did you stop, Jim?” A new voice emerged through the darkness, and your head turned quickly to see its source. The figure was hidden within the darkness.

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mackie2088  asked:

Hi there!!! I was the anon (Who was too nervous) that sent the friend-zone HC and It was perfect! I've read it like 10 times already and I couldn't get enough of it!! I just want to say that I love your college thing going on and can't wait for future post \^_^/. Also kinda wondering about a small jealousy HC but the guys can't do anything because the MC isn't theirs?? <3

Okay so first off, OMG U ARE SO SWEET THANK YOU *blushes*

I’m really glad you requested that headcannon, it was a fun one to do, and It makes me so happy to hear that the one who requested it likes it! <3

So since u said that you like the college MFW, I did do this one during the MFW college timeline

I also decided to write them from the P.O.V. of the boys, since this is my first angsty headcannon (YAY), and if they’re gonna be jealous we wana see it right?! ;)

Anyways here it is:


            “Hey! _____?! Are you paying attention?” I poked her.

            She jumped, and quickly brushed her bangs behind her ear. I sighed, exasperatedly. She was daydreaming again wasn’t she, I thought.

            “Sorry!” She apologized quickly, flipping through the textbook, “Guess it’s just hard for me to focus.”

            Hard for her to focus? I thought, Can you even imagine how hard it is for me when you keep doing this? I bit back my words as I tried not to look at her again. Lately I found my eyes wandering over her face, the way the light bounced off her hair, the way she slouched slightly when she was focusing. But even if I told myself not to look, there was still her smell, the sound of her voice. I’m gonna go crazy, I thought. This was absurd, no one had ever made me feel this uncomfortable before.

            “So… We were talking about conservation of energy?” She asked hesitantly.

            I rolled my eyes, “Wow, you really weren’t listening. Do you want to fail this test too?”

            Immediately her face fell and I filled with regret. God why did you say that? I scolded myself, you know she was really upset about that. Do you WANT to see her unhappy? What’s wrong with you?

“I’m sorry, Yamato,” She bit her lip and looked down, “Maybe I should just call it quits for today.”

            I blinked, “N-No!” I said, trying to backtrack, “You can ace this next test with a little more studying, I know you can.”

            “Really?” _____ finally turned and looked at me, her lips pulling into a smile.

            God. Damn. I found myself unable to breathe as the full force of her smiling eyes hit me. Quick, Say something!

            “Yeah, I mean even you could learn this stuff!”

            She huffed, back to her pouting face, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

            “I mean with me as your teacher you can get it!” I felt the corners of my mouth tug up as our banter returned to how we normally spoke. Good, I thought. This felt natural.

            Suddenly, her phone buzzed. I watched her fingers fly to snatch it at lightning speed. When she saw who it was her face lit up.

            What is that face?! I thought, feeling my chest tighten. I didn’t know why yet, but a feeling sat in my gut when I saw that look on her face as she hurried to reply. I didn’t know she could smile like that, her face radiated joy.

            “Who was that?” The words slipped from my lips although I knew I wouldn’t like the answer.

            She slipped the phone back across the desk quickly, “Oh, just my boyfriend…”

            There it was. The bomb. I tried to keep my face neutral, but her words already faded into static. Boyfriend? I thought, When? Who? The questions kept coming but I knew I wouldn’t ask. I couldn’t ask, or I’d give myself away. And there she was, looking so happy, the happiest I’d seen her.

            But it wasn’t because of me.


            I sat, sipping coffee in the same corner I’d sat in for the entire year. Every morning I’d walk down here, get my cup, and write for two hours before my afternoon English class. That was my routine.

            But today, I hadn’t even brought my notebook from its case. Why bother, I thought, You know the words don’t come to you anymore. They don’t flow like they used to. The ideas are gone. It had been days since I’d been able to even touch a pen to paper. In the beginning, I’d tried, but ended up just staring at the blank, unstained pages.

I gripped the cup of coffee tighter, staring at the couple a few tables from mine. I couldn’t hear their conversation over the blurred voices between us, but I didn’t need to hear to know how things were progressing. The dialogue and words flowed through my mind, painting the perfect picture of them.

What would I do? I wondered, as before my eyes it flashed: scenario one. I’d leave my coffee, walk to the table, declare my feelings, and she’d gaze up at me with those darling eyes, and allow me to whisk her away, and we’d live happily ever after.

No no no, I thought, quickly dismissing that scenario. Not even in my corniest drama would that work.

Scenario two, I thought, letting the story unfold in my mind. When I declare my feelings, they both look at me with gaping fish-eyes, the awkwardness overwhelms us, and I, Saeki, make a deprecating joke to pretend I don’t care and walk off.

Well, it kind of fits… but it’s missing something, I thought, wrapping my fingers around the mug in front of me as I took a sip. Then the real story came to me.

I’ll sit here, and I’ll watch. I realized. I wouldn’t make a scene, but I wouldn’t let go of my feelings. I would if I could, I thought, laughing bitterly to myself. That was it, I’d sit, in my spot, and I’d watch. I’d watch the first girl I ever truly loved, my muse, smile with another man.

Just as the idea finished, I looked down at the notebook that now laid open in front of me. I didn’t remember when I pulled it out, or when I’d started writing, but there they were in front of me; my words, my scenarios, my honey.


I was on my way to our shared government class when I saw her. She had her back turned to me, but I’d grown to recognize the way the lights reflected off her hair.

 ”Oh, _____!” I called.

As she turned to face me, I almost froze in my tracks. I’d grown more sure over the last few days, sure that my eagerness to see her, and desire to see she was well cared-for weren’t the feelings I had as a big brother. Maybe I’d originally seen myself in that light, as this was the role I’d naturally assumed many times, but she meant something more to me now.

The smile that had stretched across my face when I waved to her slid right off my face as I looked away from her face and saw the guy standing next to her. They were standing close, too close to be friends. My eyes came to rest on their intertwined fingers.

“Oh, Takao!” She waved back at me as I slowly let my arm fall.

I wanted to run. I wanted to turn my back on this scene and never look at it again. I even started to wonder if I could dash straight into the lecture hall. But my feet didn’t listen. Slowly, I approached them.

“Hey,” I felt the plastic grin stretch my cheeks.

She turned to the guy at her side, “Oh, this is Takao! Remember? I told you all about him,” She introduced me, “I don’t know where I’d be without his amazing study sessions.”

I could only nod, still feeling the smile tugging at my face painfully.

“Really?” He said, looking me up and down.

She continued, “Yeah! He’s going to be a lawyer so he knows his stuff.”

Any other day I probably would have felt awkward, but happy at her praises, but today they just hurt. Her words dug into my heart like an icicle and all I could do was stand there and smile. My jealous side wanted to rip her hands from his, to confess my feelings, but something stopped me. Just look at her, I thought, See how happy she looks with him? It was my own fault. I’d held back for a week because I wasn’t sure if she saw me as anything other than a big brother. Now I knew that she did.


            I hate this, I thought. I knew that at any minute she would walk through that door and we’d be forced to work together. It’s just a lab, I told myself, it’s no big deal, you never cared before. As I prepared myself to work alongside _____, she walked in.

            I immediately dove under my coat. With my face nestled into the fabric, I hid my eyes in my arms. I knew it was immature to pretend to sleep, but I just couldn’t face her. Every time I saw those eyes, nose, lips, my heart hurt.

            Why do I feel this way? I thought, pulling the coat around me. It wasn’t right for me to feel this way. I had seen the smile on her face as she walked hand in hand with him. I’d heard her laughter, and the way her voice pitched up ever-so-slightly when she talked about him.

            You couldn’t have made her feel that way, Ren, I told myself, Everyone says you’re so childish. I agreed with them, here I was hiding from her because it hurt too much to look.

            He makes her happy, and you’re just going to have to live with that. I told myself, even though I felt the unfairness of it all running through my veins. I’d never felt so passionately about anything. Not my research, that I’d come all this way to achieve. Not my kingdom, and all the people in it that I cared about.

            I was almost prepared to throw it all away for her, when I’d seen her and that man walking hand in hand. I’d never be able to get that image out of my head, the way they were huddled together, steam rising from their cups of coffee, laughing.

            You could never give her that, I thought, Even if you wanted to try and take a commoner as your girlfriend, she’d have to go through the rigorous princess training, and possibly opposition of my parents…My parents, who had already picked out a noble girl as my princess. That was why I hesitated to make my feelings known, and now it was too late.

            “Hey, Ren?” I heard her ask.

            Her voice stung me deeply as I was trying not to think about her. It’s better this way, I tried to convince myself, He’s making her happy.


            When will she be here? I wondered, shifting eagerly from foot to foot at the entrance of the dining hall. _____ always came to get lunch at around this time, so I’d been sure to wait so I’d catch her. At first it had been just for someone to have lunch with, but now I knew that I looked forward to our lunches together all day. I was almost bouncing on the balls of my feet with anticipation. What was that joke I thought of yesterday? I tried to remember, I’d wanted to see her laugh when I told it.

            As I looked out into the crowd of students, I caught sight of her face. Oh! I raised my hand to wave, when I saw her laughing and playfully hit a guy’s arm. My hand fell loosely to my side as I watched them.

            They both walked closely together, conversing. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about but I didn’t need to. My stomach twisted painfully as I watched, and yet I couldn’t stop looking. No… Wait… I wanted to call out to her as she walked in the opposite direction, passing the dining hall, passing where we met every Tuesday and Thursday.

            Before I could stop myself, I was turning away from the dining hall, wading through the crowd, so not to lose the sight of her. Why? I knew what I’d seen but I tried to deny it.

            _____ and the tall guy walked into one of the on-campus restaurants, looking up at the menu together. They then walked up to the counter and placed their orders.

            But… You can’t eat lunch here, we’re supposed to eat at the dining hall, together, like we always do. I felt my heart and gut twisting at how wrong the entire scene was. She was laughing at some other guy’s jokes, smiling at some other guy, eating lunch at some other place with some other guy, during our time!

            I stopped. “our” time? I thought. No, I didn’t own her. I’d never asked her out, we’d never done anything other than eat lunch together at the same time on the same days, but it had become a habit, something I relied on.

            I couldn’t call her and I “us”, or call lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays “our” time, I realized. The evidence was right in front of me, she was “us” to someone else.

Poison and Wine: A Sherlock x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 17: The Hardest Part

It was remarkably easy, falling back into the pattern. You and Sherlock had gone back to Mary and John’s for a while. You and the detective decided to tell Mary and John straightaway. Mary was ecstatic, but John took a while to come around to the idea. It wasn’t until you and Sherlock played with Alice that John finally accepted it. Alice was walking between you and Sherlock, trying to catch a ball that the pair of you were rolling back and forth on the floor. You were both playfully insulting each other, and Alice was giggling as she tried to catch the ball. Finally, you swept Alice into your arms, tickling her. It was when John saw Sherlock’s smile while looking at you and his daughter that he accepted that you two were together again.

You and Sherlock decided to leave after Alice had torn apart her birthday cake. She was now in dire need of a bath, and then she would be headed to bed. After giving hugs and kisses to the Watsons, you and Sherlock climbed into a cab together. There was a moment of silence when the cabbie asked for the address you two wanted to go.

”.. Do you want to come back to Baker’s Street? Spend the night?” Sherlock asked quietly, blue eyes shining through the headlights coming from behind the cab.

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