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anonymous asked:

Hey sorry do you know any ‘being a couple for a case’ fic ? Thank you'

I CERTAINLY DO. It’s one of my favourite tropes of ALL TIME. Like, I reread these fics ALL THE TIME. I am just SO SAD that there’s no long-fic really strictly from Sherlock’s POV. Like I would LOVE for a fic where we see Sherlock’s thought processes about trying to get John to be his date / partner / whatever. 

FAKE RELATIONSHIP 

ANYWAY. I added a few onto this list here, but here’s a full list of the ones in my bookmarks.

  • Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M | 55,126 w.) Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for. [[**FAVE. You have to check this one out!**]]
  • I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E | 7,692 w.) - They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband. [[AHHH so much pining John, I love it. Sherlock is so good to him!!]]
  • A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E | 16,825 w.) John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica [[FAVE!!! MUST READ!!]]
  • Twelfth Night by yourdykeinshiningarmor (E | 15,139 w.) - John is invited to his aunt’s Twelfth Night ball. Sherlock offers to attend with him as a friendly face among strangers, but John’s family force him to address his true feelings for Sherlock. [[this one is cute]]
  • Till Death Do Us Part by prettysailorsoldier (M | 15,390 w.) - When Sherlock links a recent spree of murder-suicides to a psychologist who specializes in marriage counselling, there’s really only one thing to do: Go undercover as a couple in hopes of drawing the killer out. Faking a relationship seems easy enough, but things take a turn when their real issues start to creep into the sessions, and, all the while, a killer is watching, waiting in the shadows for their chance to strike. Part 12 of 25 Days of Johnlock [[OH GOD this one is lovely. Lots of pain but happy ending]]
  • That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (E | 35,353 w.)Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody’s happy. [[I really like this one. Jealous John AND Sherlock and lots of Angst]].
  • What I Hide By My Language, My Body Utters by PixChuu22 (M | 9,047 w.) - Based on a prompt from Tumblr user thetwogaydetectives - “fake relationship that ends up being so real, they finally realize they are in love.” (I like this one. They end up together because of a case).
  • The Case of the Made-Up Case by DoubleNegative (T | 2,394) - Sherlock takes John to a club. For a “case.” Yes, John, a case. Part 1 of The (Secret) Adventures of Sherlock Holmes [[CUTE!]]
  • The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E | 9,020) - John and Sherlock pretend to be married in order to be contestants in a Newlywed Game. Of course it’s for a case. Of course it doesn’t stay that way. Part 8 of I Blame Tumblr [[LOVE THIS ONE. It’s so cute!]]
  • A Case of Identity by jkay1980 (T | 91,009 w.)John and Sherlock have succeeded in rebuilding their friendship after Sherlock’s fake suicide, but an unusual case puts their relationship to the test. They pretend to be engaged and attend a marriage counseling workshop. Under the pretext of the case, Sherlock turns out to be a master of seduction, and John finally learns he might like Sherlock more than he thought. Slowly, John discovers that he loves Sherlock not only in a friendly, brotherly way, but both men have to fight their own demons before they can think of taking their relationship to a new level… [[I love this fic. It’s a really great long-fic!]]
  • A Bit of Indulgence by beltainefaerie (NR | 3,364 w.) -  A case leads John and Sherlock to fake being boyfriends and John runs into an old acquaintance. [[This one is so domestic and cute GUH I love it.]]
  • The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T | 47,798 w.) - Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock’s faked death and return. [[OMG this is like my FAVOURITE fic in this genre ever. It’s SO good and well characterized]].
  • Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E | 30,568 w.) “You love your mother, Sherlock?”John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.“Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”
  • Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs (T | 21,178 w.) - To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues. [[nice amount of fluff and pining!]]
  • Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson (T | 4,054 w.) - John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain. [[Another cute one!]]
  • Five Times They Kissed for a Case, and One Time They Kissed for Real by fleetwood_mouse (M | 32,406) - A stolen ring! An artful blogger! And many more adventures for your enjoyment.
  • Disguises are always a self-portrait by yellowteapots (NR | 6,223 w.) - They were headed to a Pride Fest for a case-triple suicide/murder- which, of course mean they had to pretend to be couple. John had a suspicion Mycroft took a fairly sadistic glee in booking them a (single king-sized bed) room at the most romantic B&B in town. (I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH)
  • A Silver Sixpence by doodle (E | 16,400 w. LIVEJOURNAL) - John and Sherlock have to get married for a case, and learn some things about each other. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this story, though its only fault is that it’s on LiveJournal… (PITA to read on mobile)

AMNESIA:

Here are a couple where either John or Sherlock have amnesia and they think that they are each other’s husband or partner.

  • Among the Secret Things by Kate_Lear (E | 26,073 w.) - Sherlock would be the last person to describe himself as given to flights of fancy, but at the look on Lestrade’s face he could swear that something inside him curls up and dies. Part 1 of Among the Secret Things
  • What Meets the Eye by worldaccordingtofangirls (M | 8,251 w.) Amnesia is just another case to solve. Piece together unfamiliar faces, reconstruct the old identity, the lost reality. A challenge that Sherlock could even enjoy. He can read people like books. The man with the silver hair is his boss. The tottering old woman, his landlady. The girl with the worried look in her eyes…infatuated. And as for John Watson? His husband. Obviously.

“FOR A CASE” TROPE

So these aren’t necessarily relationships, or weren’t tagged as such, but contains some other “for a case” fics!

  • Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E | 151,907w.) - When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim? [[THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS OF ALL TIME. tw for gore-ish type things near the end.]]
  • It Isn’t Strange Until You Think About It by ivyblossom (T | 4,596 w.) - John tells the truth about how it happened. For some reason, “it’s for a case” always seems to do the trick.
  • The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E | 44,025 w.) - Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants for a case. [[there are some angsty bits in this, but I did giggle at a few scenes]]

OTHER SORT-OF RELATED FICS:

Here are a few that aren’t REALLY “for a case” but they end up together or the Johnlock is strong in it because of cases or because of situations.

  • Rescue by missilemuse (T | 2,574 w.) - If this was the way Sherlock Holmes loved, it was no wonder why he had avoided the damned emotion for over half of his life. Part 6 of Reichenbach To Return [[this isn’t really Johnlock, but it is… it’s non-ad10ck ad10ck. You have to read it to understand. It’s SO good and painful, trust me. Sherlock!Whump and pining]].
  • Five Times John Noticed But Didn’t Really by ScandalousMinds (T| 6,383 w.) 5 times John (thought) he noticed something peculiar about his and Sherlock’s relationship but really missed the obvious.
  • A Need To Know Basis by mattsloved1 (K+| 964 w., FFNet) - As the cab door shut firmly, the DI had yelled out they were to make an appearance at Scotland Yard the next day. It was while John watched London pass by that it happened. (short and sweet!! I love it!!)
  • Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon (T | 14,750 w.) - It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway. (It’s a couple’s costume thing!)
  • Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E | 3,834 w.) - Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.
  • Maybe This Christmas by feverishsea for leopardwrites (T | 6,021 w.) Anthea has given up her life, her own desires, even her name in service of something greater than herself. But that doesn’t mean she can’t see when someone else wants something – even if she doesn’t happen to care overmuch for that person. And it doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to help. (Anthea gets the boys together)
  • You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile  (T | 23,584 w.) Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse (I LOVE THIS ONE)
  • The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M | 24,579 w.) Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock’s consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock’s mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It’s a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within. Or In which John learns that Sherlock owing Mycroft a favor is very suspect, and Sherlock has a very bad idea.

Hope those satisfy! Alex also has a list that has some ACD Holmes on the list too!

One. Famine is a teenage girl, sipping cappucino foam through the holes of her gas mask. Her eyes are hidden behind tainted black; when you pass her, you see the bright reflection of something red behind the glass. You saw it, but it did not happen. Two. Hundreds of people in the streets are bawling but one of them stays silent. He wears the oil-greased overall of the workshop around the corner. It reads Conquest. His teeth are razor sharp and glisten in the dying sun above. It reminds you of a butter knife. You blink and he’s gone. Three. Four men in posh busniess suits drop dead to the earth. A middle aged lady looks at you with a knife in her hand and a gun at her hip. Someone far away calls out for her. Her name is something British, but you’re sure they called her War. She throws her head back and starts to laugh. It chills you to the bones. Four. An old man smiles at you from a park bench while he throws rotten corn at the pigeons. You realize the pigeons are actually vultures. When you look at the old man again, Death looks back at you. It doesn’t matter. The world around you is already dead.

the four horsemen of the apocalypse, re-imagined as vigilantes in a post apocalyptic setting | r.m

M’lady (Jason Todd smut)

Requested: Yes
Request: A friend asked me to do it :P   
Summary: Galas are a lot more boring than you could truly ever comprehend before. 
Word count: 767
Warning(s): sexual content
Tag: @pinkwitch21 @dcuniversefanatic

You had begged Jason to go to the gala, trying to at least somewhat mend the relationship between him and Bruce, or take the baby steps. Because the tension between them was too much to bear. 

But even you had to admit that this was the most boring event you’ve ever been to in your existence, posh men and women, with fakeness reeking from every inch of the building. Jason seemed to be jawing with every pore, but it wasn’t all bad. Jason looked as handsome as ever, with messy hair and a black suit, a tie messily hanging around his neck, with the first button unbuttoned. He even briefly talked to Bruce, saying hi and asking where the “other brats” were, which to anyone else wouldn’t have been much, but it was something, progress. 

You didn’t look too bad yourself, with a gorgeous dress that Bruce insisted on buying for you, even tho you really didn’t want him to spend the ridiculous amount of money on you. You were wearing gorgeous makeup, including red lipstick and your hair was set in your favorite style. 

The boring nature of the party could put you asleep on your sleep and it was clearly the same for Jason. “Hey, wanna make out in the bathroom?” You ask, gently biting your bottom lip. Jason quickly smiled at you brightly, a mischevious glint in his eyes. “M’lady,” He chuckled, offering his hand, that you quickly took, as he led you to the restrooms. 

They were unisex bathrooms, with a gorgeous dark gray marble floor, and dark gray walls with a mustard yellow accent wall. A large sink table with a huge mirror on the wall, and individual cubes for the actual toilets, nothing like the stuff you see in public schools, with doors that you can see over and under and walls thinner than paper, no. They were individual stalls with thick walls, and doors that fit perfectly and locks that actually worked.

Jason quickly pulled you into one, they were immaculately clean, closing the door behind you and locking it before attaching his lips to yours in a feverous kiss, that took all the breath out of you. Pulling apart to get some air a bright smile laces your face, causing Jason to smile back, “What?” He asks.

But without even answering you attack his lips again, his scruff grazing your skin, as your hand’s venture down his sides, suddenly squeezing his package, causing him to give you a questioning sound, raising an eyebrow. 

Suddenly he separates from the kiss, turning your back towards him. “Pull up your dress,” He said as he undid his pants, just pulling them low enough including his boxers to release his length, that had been growing for a while. 

He held you from right above from your hip, causing you to bend over a little bit, as Jason pulled your panties to the sides, the tip of his dick with a small bead of precum on it, gently teasing your folds, the only urgency on both of your minds. 

Stop messing with me Jay,” You raspily say.

As soon as those words left your lips, he pushed his length into you, causing you both to groan in unison. But this wasn’t meant to be some long drawn out love making session, but just a mere quickly, which happened to be more exciting than half of your sex-life. 

He started moving at a rapid pace, remembering that there’s a party going on outside and these people whisper more than any normal people. His hips knocking into yours heavily and at a fast speed, both of you trying to muffle your moans, unsure of how well you could be heard near the sinks. 

His breathing was getting irregular, and his thrusts inconsistent, a clear sign of his fastly approaching closeness. A few thrust later he bursts, his head swinging back, a light groan leaving his lips, as you slightly slump against the wall. 

He pulls out, turning you back to face him, giving you a light peck on the face, “Let’s get cleaned up,” He said, giving you some toilet paper, while doing the same, and putting his pants back on, as you try to smooth out your dress.

As you leave the cubicle, you smile as Jason is still smoothing out his clothes. “Babe, there’s something on your face,” You chuckle, as Jason looks up in the mirror to see his face covered in red marks.

Meet ya outside,” you wink, before making your way back to the party room, a smile on your face. 


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Salambo06′s fic celebration post

Hello everyone,

So recently I’ve reached 25k kudos on all of my works on AO3 and I felt like celebrating! I’ve only started writing two years ago and with time and a lot of work, I think I’m starting to have my own writing style. All of your hits, kudos, comments on each of my fictions helped me a lot, so I can’t thank you enough. 

I’ve figured I’ll do a small fic rec of with my most popular fictions, so here it goes!

Finally kiss the bloody Idiot, (29812 words) E

John and Sherlock know the Yard has a pool going for when they’re finally going to get together. It’s been running forever, and it’s worth thousands of pounds. It’s all fun and games, hahaha, until they find out Lestrade is in dire financial straits (dog needs emergency surgery, he’s putting his kid through gymnastics training, I don’t know, something), and they decide to fake a relationship to win the pool for him. Sherlock figures out the day and way that Lestrade thinks it’s going to happen, and they act it out. It’s all for a good cause, fake relationship style, until it’s not.

I can’t pretend, (7692 words) E

They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.

The Space between, (6830 words) E

They watch porn together and somehow, it’s not easy to hide an erection when you’re both on the sofa.

7 minutes, (9972 words) E

Teenlock, Sherlock tries to conceals his feeling for his best friend, John,  as he’s locked in a closet with him for 7 minutes. 

Caught, (1859 words) E

A hotel room. They’re here for a case, hadn’t planned to spend the night and ended up sharing a room. No, sharing a bed. Suddenly John is very much aware of his own hand closed around his hard cock and the ragged breathing next to him. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, John dares to turn his head just enough to confirm what he already knows.

Sherlock, on his side, watching him.

Room 89: sex, (7925 words) E

Sherlock buys his first dildo nineteen days after John moves in. He wants to be ready. 

anonymous asked:

So on John's blog he mentions a case where him and Sherlock shared a room for a case (The Speckled Blonde) are there any fics???

In relation to this case specifically, I don’t know… but there are plenty of “for a case” bed sharing fics! I am interested though to know if there are any fics related to the Speckled Blonde!!! 

Here are some of my faves!

  • Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock  Prompt: Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John’s bedroom is now a research library. It’s not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They’re friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it’s not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It’ll be fine.
  • 3:00 in the Morning is a Great Time to Talk by Aztecwarfareandcrumping - “Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?” “Obviously.”
  • BBCSH ‘The Comfort of Company’ by tigersilver - It’s a trope that John and Sherlock end up sharing in the same bed eventually and I admit I do adore it unconditionally, along with all it infers as to the lowering of defenses and the heightening of trust. I put forth for your consideration that the notion persists because those who think about these things realize these two men are each in dire need of some good company.
  • A Restless Pillow by CaffieneKitty - John and Sherlock share a bed, or at least they try to. GEN, Conversation-format.
  • Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 - John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. PG-13. Gen, but can be preslash. Rated for swearing.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow.
    Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please (this whole series is amazing, and I love it so much).
  • I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E) They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.
  • Everything by patternofdefiance (E) John wakes up with an armful of Sherlock. This – situation – is unusual, yes, and definitely unfamiliar, but in no way does it feel wrong. Rather, it feels the exact opposite.
  • A Discourse on the Inadequacy of a Duvet by guns_and_poses (T) For a prompt: Sherlock keeps stealing the covers when they share a bed because he wants John to move closer to him when they are sleeping but of course doesn’t want to ask. John gets annoyed at first until he realises what Sherlock wants and is more than happy to oblige.
  • Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T) 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.
  • A Terrific Soporific by antietamfalls (T) Sherlock, a long-time sufferer of insomnia, is forced to share a bed with John at a hotel while on a case. To his astonishment, he finds that spending the night next to John helps him sleep and becomes determined to maneuver himself back into John’s bed.
  • Knotted by naughtyspirit (E) John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock’s case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape.They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them.Because he’s pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF. (This is one of my FAVOURITES so so much).
  • Assurance by belovedmuerto (T) It’s not so much the ‘you’re half-dead, you wanker,’ or even the broken ribs, the hairline fracture of the pelvis, the dislocated shoulder and knee, and the wrenched ankle.
  • So, this is normal for us now? by TooManyChoices (M) John and Sherlock have been sharing a flat, and a life for some time. This is a story of how the glacially slow movement of their relationship makes another agonising crawl forward another inch.
  • A Love with No Name by aceofhearts61 (T) In which Asexual!Sherlock and Straight!John are platonically in love life partners.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to…Cuddle by nerdyandiknowit (NR) Almost immediately after they got together Sherlock formed this dependency on John-he could not (or would not as John believes) sleep without John being there, in bed, next to him. Sherlock has perfected the art of molding himself entirely to John’s body. Every now and again John will attempt a Houdini like escape, but he has mostly resigned himself to the fact that Sherlock would use him for a life sized teddy bear. Well resigned isn’t really the word, and even though John will never admit it, he always looks forward to this time he gets to spend with Sherlock.
  • Moonshine by CKLizzy (T) Sometimes, routines changed.—Sequel to “Nightfall”, second part in what is now a series that will explore how it goes on from this story and John and Sherlock’s new arrangement. Part 2 of Solace
  • The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T) In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics (this whole series is really great, I love it!)

I know I’m missing a tonne more but those were the ones I could remember in my bookmarks on both Ao3 and FFNet. Feel free to add your faves and shameless self promos! Again, if there’s any “Speckled Blonde” ones, please link us! (’Speckled Band’ welcome as well!)

Let’s all take a moment to remember that Peter Grant can’t tell trees apart while they’re whole and have leaves and all the stuff, but it takes him one look to see that Reynard Fossman’s walking stick is made of hickory.

Douglas Booth, Theo James and George MacKay photographed by Matthew Brookes for GQ Style Spring/Summer 2014

A lifetime ago- Jason imagine- part 1/5

Originally posted by heartstacey


Request:

Anon: Can u do a Jason imagine where u faked Ur death and come back?

Anon: Can u plz do an imagine with Jason Dilaurentis where your divorced with kids? (Sorry for my bad English I’m not an English speaker)

Words: 2239. Sorry it’s a long one xx oops…

A/N: I had an idea to put those two together, so I hope you two are ok with that xx

I couldn’t stop thinking of Bridget Jones’s diary and ugly Betty whilst writing this.

And sorry if your name is Nicole or daisy or any of the other names I use!

Also the English is great <3

You loved your boyfriend Jason more than anything in the world. You’d had so many good times together and you wished you could have more.

You remembered one time you spent a whole week living together because you had gotten sick and he insisted on looking after you. You had begged him not to, knowing he would catch the illness too. And he did. So the first half of the week he cuddled with you and got you whatever you wanted and the second half of the week, you did the same. You were each other’s personal butlers. It was one of your favourite memories, even though you were throwing up everywhere, you had loved spending that much time alone with Jason.

Another time was when you two had to sneak around. You had made an agreement with the girls to not involve the partners in the whole A business. But you thought he should know. You thought they all should know. The girls soon discovered your views and basically banned you two from seeing each other until things had calmed down. But you loved each other too much to stay apart. So you crept away at night to each other’s houses, hoping no one would catch you.

But things were different now. The A game was a lot more serious and deadly than it had ever been and you genuinely feared for your life. Not only did you fear for your life, you feared for Jason’s. Which is why you had to do this. You had to disappear.

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IMAGINE LOVING MR.MARCH….

When you meet him he was just a poor man and you were just a poor girl, just like everyone else. he would come to your bar, have a chat, couple drinks and then leave with a hooker. At first he called you by your name but soon you were always called his pinkest rose, and he was your Jimmy. Then one day he didn’t leave with a hooker, he left with you. That night was the greatest night of your life, and it ended in you both laying in his messy bed.
“Let’s run away together. There has to be one place on this planet not affected by the war that could use a good barmaid.” His accent reminded you of the very posh men of your time, the ones who had all the money and all the fame. It was intoxicating.
“Jimmy, what are you saying.”
“I love you my pink rose, and I want to take you away from this place.”
“Where will we go? What will you do?”
“Sweetheart I am sure I can find an empty field somewhere that has enough room for a million graves.”
He chuckled as he pulled you closer. Of course you knew of his tendencies but you could look past it, and see the golden, evil gentleman below.
“We should leave tomorrow.” You whispered.
“I’ll pick you up at the bar my pink rose, and then we will leave.” He pecked the top of your head and watched as you slowly fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up wrapped in his sheets and alone. The clock read that it was almost noon, and knowing him, he was already at the field, either working or killing.you rolled out, located your clothes and hurried home, your bags were packed by the time you had to go to work and you eagerly waited….. And waited…… And waited……. But he never showed.

You heard his name again though, for it was all over the news, Hotel Cortez, the grandest hotel in the Los Angels area for the time period, and it was being built by none other then James Patrick March. In the article you discovered that almost overnight Mr.March rose to wealth thru unknown means. No one knew how he inherited the money, just that he was not old money.  He had taken his money and invested it into this hotel, which you guessed could only house his many ideas for torture and death.
As you looked at the article and chuckled before deciding that you had to go. You once again packed your bags and found yourself chasing March again, and then one day, you were there.

“ I’d like to check in please?” You told the woman at the front desk.
“No rooms sorry.” She snapped, for she was a beautiful blonde and there was something about her that seemed supernatural and inviting.
“I’m a friend of Mr. March, just tell him  his pinkest rose has arrived.”
The woman huffed a bit and then walked into the back room, arriving several moments later and threw one of the many keys on the wall at you.
“Room 33.” She smiled, “Mr. March would also like to invite you to supper tonight. Wear something… Nice.”
“Of course. Thank you.” You started up the Art Deco stairs and admired the texture of everything. It was all gorgeous, and it was all James. As you wandered down the halls you noticed a hallway with no door, and found your self intrigued by the fact that it let nowhere, and you found yourself down that same hallway, your fingers brushing against the wall as you did.
“You know dear you shouldn’t be wandering, especially in this halls.” A voice said, she sounded as though she was a shrill person but yet there was some kindness in her voice. You turned to see the voice had come from an older lady with red hair and a maid outfit on, carrying bloody linens.
“Well you see, I have to marvel at the fact that someone would do this, I mean the only thing this hall is good for is trapping the poor victims and ending the chase, something I know he hates to do.” The woman’s face grew in shock
“How do you…”
“Given by the bloody linens you have, I’m assuming you are working closely with him. I was wondering if you could tell me….”
“Mr.March doesn’t want to see anyone, he is preparing for a very important date, had to finish this one up quick just so he could prepare for it.” She lifted the linens a bit and smiled.
“What kind of important date?”
“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you seem like a nice, young lady. The master was once in love, and if you ask me he still is. See with him being new money and all he was once a poor farmer, and he would always go spend his warning on this one barmaid, called her his Pink Rose. Then on the day they were planning on running away with each other he slit the throat of a very rich businessman and stole all his money. Had the poor bloke sign it away to him before he did it. He then took the money zand built this. Isn’t it lovely?”
“Yes, quite. Do you happen to know why he left the girl?”
“Well now that I don’t know, you see Mr.March says he left her because she was not fit for the world of the rich, I think though he left her because he was scared that the wonderful man he became was going to hurt her, that one day she would find herself in one of his traps and she wouldn’t get out.”
“Interesting, well I best be getting off, I have a very important date to prepare for.” You started to walk away from her, brushing past the bloodied linens and making your way back down the hall. You found 33 without another encounter and slowly opened the door revealing a retro room. Throwing your bag onto the chair you sank onto the bed. Just as you started to shut your eyes the phone let out a loud, annoying ring, causing you to sit up and grab the red receiver.
“Hello, [Y/N] speaking.”
“Mr. March has left a package for you. You can come get it at the front desk.” The line went dead, leaving you in silence. Why would James buy you something, I mean it had really been a year, six months, 4 days, 2 hours, and 30 minutes since you last saw him, and he never had bought you anything before. But here you found yourself, walking towards the front desk where a package sat.
“Is this it?” You pointed towards the box, which was wrapped in black paper and tied with a golden ribbon.
“Yes, Mr. March wants you to have it and wear tonight to dinner.”
“Can I know where…”
“No darling, see Mr. March will reveal himself when the time is right, for now just go prepare yourself. Don’t want to disappoint him, now do we?”
“No.” You said unsure of what the real answer should have been, you found yourself though walking back to the room, the box tucked under your arm, until you once again found your room.
Once inside the four walls you placed the package on the bed and slowly removed the ribbon, then the paper, then the lib. Inside you saw a string of pearls and a black dress, just a simple, form fitting black dress. Once you examined it you discovered it was your size, and exactly what you would have worn if you were rich and could afford something for a fancy dinner, which was set to start at 7.

When the clock struck to 7 you found yourself outside the door labeled 64, the sound of music faintly drifted out from under the door. As you raised your hand to knock though the maid from earlier opened the door, a bundle of bloody sheets in her arm, which seemed to be what she always had with her.
“Oh Miss [Y/L/N], you look stunning.”
“Thank you Miss Evers. Is James….”
“Mr. March is quite busy perhaps you can…”
“Let her in Mrs. Evers, it’s rude to allow such beautiful guest linger in the doorway.” The posh accent filled the room and spilled into the hall, a dark shadow emerged from behind the wall, “oh and could you please wash this shirt for me, I must say it is one of my favorites.” A bloody white button down went soaring through the air and landed perfectly in Mrs. Ever’s free hand.
“Oh course Mr. March.” She went bustling by you, leaving you to stand in the doorway alone, almost afraid it was a dream.
“My pinkest rose, you have returned.” His voice was like a refreshing breeze to you, for it was like the sound of songs and made you remember just how much you missed him.
“If I remember correctly Jimmy, you left me after making love to me. So who is really returning to who?”
“It is a decision I have regretted everyday since I made it. But you see I was terrified that this world would eat you up, consume you and then spit you out on the curb.”
“Was it the world you feared or yourself?”
He chuckled, the silhouette of his head looking down as he did, “You have always know me too well my dear. Even now I fear that I might break you.”
“James I am sure that…”
“You don’t get it, in this room alone are multiple ways to disfigure you, killing you in a satisfying way each time, I have a way to dispose of your body and make it so you are never traced here, never found, just gone. Even know I am envisioning you dead.”
“And if I didn’t trust you then I won’t be here love, so either I am dumb in love or trust you far more then you trust yourself.”
“I’ve missed you my pink rose.” He whispered as he took a step closer to you.
“And I you.” You whispered back as he leaned his forehead against yours.
“Which is why it pains me to do this.” That’s when you felt the sharp pain in your abdomen, looking down you saw the blood slowly trickling down as he pulled the knife from you, your eyes meeting his again.
“I won’t have wanted to go any other way.”

You woke up on the bed of his room, the sheets were soft against your skin and the smell was of freshly washed linens. As you rolled over and sat up the first thing you laid eyes on was Mr. James Patrick March, who just sat there with his cane, watching you.
“Ah I am glad to see it worked.” James said as he rose and started towards you.
“What worked?” You asked as he slowly sat beside you.
“My theory, you see I have noticed some of the victims have been living in the hotel even after death.”
“So ghost?”
“Yes and they can not leave, so I have convinced most of them to stay in the basement or work for the hotel.”
“So you killed me to work for you?”
“No my sweet, precious rose. I killed you so that you could stay with me forever.”
“James what are you…”
“I already know my days are numbered, and I plan on dying in my hotel.”
“So then…”
“We could be together forever my love. You will never have to work, just live with me, you can even help me kill sometimes.”
“I’m quite alright in that department but yes my love I will stay.” You reach a hand forward and rested it upon his own.

And that is how it went, until the day he died, and then came back. You were dead and hidden in the wall where he put you. You both were happy, together, and he was of course for filling his dreams of murder. Everything was perfect, until he showed up…. But that is a different story 😉