*Sherlock is lying on Molly's sofa, while she's in her kitchen making tea. He emerges from his mind palace just as Molly's phone, which is on the coffee table, rings. Sitting up, he glances at it and sees her phone wallpaper. She arrives with the tea and ignores the call.*
*casually* Caroline's setting you up again?
*unsurprised* Yeah. I'm still traumatised from my last date with one of her so-called friends. *shudders*
*sips from his mug* I thought you were into that Hiddleston actor and that Cumberbatch actor?
*stunned for a second* Yeah. *turns to him* You remember that?
*ignores her question* So who's the new man on your phone wallpaper? I never pegged you as someone that's into much older men. And who's the woman?
*giggles* Oh, that's George Clooney. I've had a crush on him since 'ER'. *sees his blank expression* That was an American medical drama series. Anyway, he's also a director, screenwriter, activist, and humanitarian. And the woman he's with is Amal Alamuddin––well, Clooney now, since they just got married. She's a barrister that specialises in international law and human rights.
*mumbles* My brother might know her.
*excitedly* Really?! Do you think Mycroft could let me meet them?
*annoyed* For God's sake, Molly. You're not a teenager anymore.
What? *pouting* I just want to meet them and tell him how much I loved him in 'ER'. I'm not going to steal him from her.
*rolls his eyes* Let me guess... he's one of the reasons you decided to become a doctor?
*laughs* Well, not really. You know I've always wanted to be a doctor. But, for a time, I wanted to be a paediatrician because of George Clooney's character.
*gives her a small smile* Barts should be immensely grateful that you changed your mind.
They are. And their gratitude comes in the form of promotions and pay raises, which is really nice.
*clears his throat* Mycroft is also thankful. Probably.
So are your parents. Your mum knitted me a scarf for the first Christmas you were away dismantling Moriarty's network. And she's always inviting me to spend a weekend at their cottage.
*raises an eyebrow* Really? What about Mycroft? How has my brother expressed his gratitude for everything you've done for me and my family?
*gasps in shock* What?! Not even a half-hearted 'thank you'?
*sits back, furious on her behalf* I don't even know why I'm surprised. But I can't believe that that pompous arse didn't even bother to thank you!
*rolls her eyes* Says the man who never thanked me until I told him to and who brought me out to solve cases with him when his best friend was mad at him.
You said you had a lovely day!
And our crime-solving day WAS always my way of saying thank you. John being angry with me was just a coincidence. *crosses his arms* At least I did something to thank you properly.
*smiles* And I appreciate it, Sherlock.
*uncrosses his arms* *stands up and takes his phone out of his pocket* I'm going to yell at him until he—
*sighs* He gave me updates while you were away!
*sits back down* But he never—
You weren't supposed to know. Anyway, he offered me anything in exchange for my help. But I only asked for updates. It wasn't even a regular thing. Just... when he noticed I'd been worrying too much about you or when something significant happened.
*puts his phone back in his pocket* Like when I got injured.
Well, yeah. He didn't tell me about Serbia or that you were coming back though.
Oh. *after a brief silence* Well, he was probably busy with my return.
I get that. Plus our reunion in the locker room wouldn't have been as... pleasant as it was if I'd known you were coming back.
*chuckles* Yeah, the look on your face screamed 'pleasant'.
*blushes* Shut up! *rolls her eyes and smirks at him*
ALL OF MY CHILDREN! MY SWEET, SWEET, BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN I LOVE THEM! also I’ve been working on this for four days so the writing probably isn’t consistent. I’m sorry.
-he would always put your feelings first. ALWAYS.
-he would always try to protect you from everything and if he can’t convince you against doing something stupid, he’s probably going to do it with you (”Well, if you’re going to do something that’s going to get you floated, I’m not going to let you do it alone.”)
-he’d probably kiss your forehead a lot.
“It’s your turn, Wells.” you smirked, knowing exactly the move he’d make. As projected, he moved his chess piece into the trap you’d spent the entire game constructing.
“What? How did you even do that.”
“I did it while you were staring at me. You really have to start paying attention more… I win.”
“No, absolutely not.” he wiped the chess pieces into his bag and slipped the board into it’s place.
“Oh… Poor baby!” you pinched his cheeks, looking up at him. “My poor, poor baby. He’s lost a game of chess and he’d being a baby about it.”
“You’re being very childish right now.” he stated, pushing around you.
“Says the one throwing a temper tantrum.” you rolled your eyes at him and followed him out of the rec room.
-He’d be really gentle and considerate. He’s ready for anything when you are and if you aren’t, that’s okay too.
-You’d probably spend a lot of time with Monty as well.
-Cuddles, literally all the time. He would constantly be touching you, even if it’s just holding your hand or sitting really close to you.
“Babe,” he spoke quietly in case you were asleep. Your back was pressed against his chest and his arm was over your waist, holding you to him. “Y/N.”
“Yes?” you hummed, half awake. he rested his chin on your shoulder for a second before kissing it.
“Can we switch?”
“Can we switch.. like positions?”
“You want to be the little spoon?” you asked. He didn’t answer so you turned your body to face him and he just stared at you for a moment, waiting for you to say something. “Well are you going to turn around or not?”
-It would take a long time to develop a relationship with him, you’d have to be very patient. He has a hard time letting people in. But once you’re in, you’re in.
-He’d be really warm all the time.
-You don’t have to worry about anyone laying a finger on you because he’s with you all the time and gives death stares to everyone.
-He’d probably get really, really jealous easily.
-being the only person allowed to call him John- but only because he can’t tell you no.
“John.” You groaned, rolling over in your bed. “Get up.” you pushed his shoulder to wake him but he stayed still. “Get up, babe.”
“I don’t want to.”
“We have to gather today, the sooner we do it, the sooner we can come back and sleep.” you told him, smiling at his sleepy groaning.
“I want to lay here with you all day.” he kissed your nose, pulling you into his warmth.
-She’d try to teach you everything she knows.
-There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for you.
-She’d be really guarded at first and you’d be met with a wall of sarcasm and other defense mechanisms but once you break down those walls, she’s yours.
-She’s always be watching over you, smiling as she watched you interact with other people.
-Little kisses all the time.
“Raven!” you screamed, holding you hands up. “RAVEN! QUICKLY!”
She sprinted in the direction of your voice, her mind running a hundred miles faster than her feet as she considered what was happening. Grounders? Fire? Sickness? Did you get shot? Were you hurt? She couldn’t stand how slow she felt like she was going as you continued to scream for her. She reached your shared tent and saw you sitting at the table with your hands in the air. She stood, panting.
“Remember when you taught me to split rounds?” you asked, a smile on your face as you turned to her. “And you said I was hopeless.”
She calmed down as she scanned your body and saw you weren’t hurt. “Yea.” She shrugged, coming over to your chair to rest on it with you, tired from running.
“Well, eat shit. Look what I did.” you huffed, blowing hair out of your face. “I split two rounds all by myself.”
“And you didn’t blow up the camp?” she asked, inspecting the impressive rounds. “Good job, Y/N.” she nodded and kissed your head.
-Late nights talking in your tent.
-holding her hand when she’s about to do something stupid.
-Bellamy picking on you but getting really pissed if anyone else does it.
-Meeting Abby when she comes to the ground.
“Clarke!” you called after her. She spun around, meeting you with a smile.
“Hey, Y/N.” her hand found yours and she slipped her fingers in between yours. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, I was just looking for you to see if you wanted to come with me to collect some fruits and things.”
“Sure. When?” she grinned, knowing what usually happened when the two of you went out into the forest alone.
“Right now.” you smirked. “Catch me if you can.” you took off running out the gates and into he trees, so light on your feet that you barely made a sound. You thought you’d really tripped her up until you were sent flying backwards into a tree, panting. She breathed on your neck, hot and heavy and you let your head fall back, laughing deeply as her lips found your neck and her hands pulled your hips into hers.
-Loyalty. Undying loyalty.
-He’d worship you. You would never have to wonder if you were good enough because he would let you know every single day that you were.
-He’d do literally anything for you. Lie, cheat, beg, steal, kill. He’d die for you. He’d protect you but he’d also understand that there are somethings you have to do on your figure out yourself. But you’d never be alone.
-He’d always be touching you but he’d always be very gentle and considerate of you. He’d never push you into anything or ask for anything from you. You’d always be put first.
“Lincoln…” you gasped for air, falling into him. You were locked away in your cave with him, safe and sound. “I’m so afraid.” you whimpered, sniffling as you nuzzled into his chest. “I’m so afraid.” he was silent for a moment, letting you cry yourself out before he pulled away from you, holding onto your shoulders as he looked down into your eyes.
“You don’t have to be afraid, Y/N.” he told you. “I’m not ever going to let anything happen to you.” he whispered softly. “Not ever.”
I'm not sure if you've already answered this question (if so, sorry! ☺️), but what's your opinion on Madam Secretary (the show)? I watched it for the first time today, and it had such an angry/sad/dark mood, and I hope that's not how Hillary's job felt all the time... P.S. your blog is a joy ❤️
I haven’t actually properly watched it yet I’ve only seen clips, but I do really want to watch it from the beginning especially seeing as Hillary likes it and said she gets a kick out of watching it! But yeah from what I’ve seen I’ve kinda got that vibe too, although I imagine it’s all very heightened for dramatic effect in the show. I think Hillary once said it was only realistic in some respects (or something like that?) so hopefully it wasn’t quite that heavy for her all the time at least. I mean I think she had a lot of happy times too especially when she was traveling. And thank you so much that’s so kind of you to say! ❤️
I don’t think I can find the words to tell you how truly sorry I am, my friend… I do not know that there’s much I can say or do to make the pain relent, I’ve been in your place far too many times.
But loss is natural, as is the pain that it causes. I’m sure that, for as long as you two were friends, she loved you deeply and she was grateful to have you. I’m sure you cared for her well, and she felt at peace when she left. I’m sure she felt your comfort throughout. Take solace in the fact that she will no longer be in pain. That wherever she is, is better than the sufferings we must endure here.
If I can help you though this trying time, I will… I’ll do what it takes. You will always have my shoulder to cry upon.
I wish you luck navigating the feelings that undoubtedly swarm you now. I know you can be strong, da’len. Remember she will always be with you, she’ll be watching over you, and she’d love to see you smile again.
“You’re replacing me, your girlfriend, by hiring a new person to watch over you while you slept?” You asked in confusion, and slight hysterics.
“Listen, Y/N,” Steve started quietly,
“No, Steve. You listen.” You turned to face him, pointing a finger at him to silence him. “You’re literally telling me that you’re gonna let some stranger to watch over my boyfriend a job I am perfectly capable of by the way.”
Steve remained quiet, unsure what to say.
“Y/N,” This time it was Bucky who called your name, “I’ve almost seriously hurt you last night.”
Your mind quickly replayed the image of the previous night.
You and Bucky were sound asleep and you felt Bucky turning and whimpering in his sleep. You woke up and gently called Bucky’s name. His eyes shot open and his hands quickly held your neck in a tight choke.
You began to wheeze his name but he couldn’t listen. You started to scratch at his hands but that only made him tighten his grip against your neck.
You then raised your knee and kneed him in the crotch resulting in him letting you go. You quickly jumped off of the bed and opened one of the drawers to pull out a gun.
“Bucky,” You called his name in warning.
“Who the hell is Bucky?” the man before you questioned.
This is a regular occurrence in your relationship. Bucky would dream about the day he was captured by Hydra and remember them reciting the code which usually activated the Winter Soldier. Normally, it wouldn’t be bad. He wad only be in that state briefly before reverting back to Bucky, the man you fell in love with.
“Great.” You muttered under your breathe.
He took a step towards you and you pulled the trigger. It missed his head by two inches.
The loud BANG had Bucky covering his ears, yelling, “I surrender!”
“Bucky?” You called out, making sure it was him.
“Y/N,” He asked as he looked at the gun in your hand. “What happened?”
Yeah last night it was an accident and sure you missed sleep whenever Bucky changed into the Winter Soldier but this is what happens when you date an ex - brain washed- Hydra agent. You know what you were getting yourself into when you started Bucky, And you were ok with all of that.
“And I handled it, Bucky.” Your voice was softer this time.
“I just don’t want to hurt you and succeeded.” Bucky whispered.
You knew there was nothing more you could do. You sighed before nodding your head at Steve.
“Fine.” You agreed. “But I will train them.”
Steve nodded and went to make the call. Bucky smiled at you in gratitude. You gave a tight smile in return.
It’s been three weeks since the Bucky Watcher (you didn’t know what to call them) had been hired. She was a tiny girl but with masculine physique. You could tell that she could handle Bucky. Every afternoon you trained her what to do if Bucky ever reverts back to the Winter Soldier.
She was a nice and polite and everyone got along with her but you strongly disliked her. Now that she was the person in charge of Bucky at night, you weren’t allowed in the bedroom. Bucky had told you that it was for your protection and you trusted him but you couldn’t help but that you were being replaced.
A tear slipped down your cheek as you packed you duffle bag. You couldn’t stand being in the same apartment as the Bucky Watcher and Bucky and not being able to sleep in the same room as him. And to be honest, if you were being replaced, you didn’t wanna be there when you’re replaced as a girlfriend as well.
A knock on the door interrupted your packing (and stopping you from sobbing). You turned and gave what you hope was a bright smile to Sam.
“Hey, Sam!” You greeted. You could tell he didn’t believe your smile. “How can I help you.”
He cautiously walked into your room, “You going somewhere?” He asked, pointing at your bag with his head as he crossed his arms against his chest.
“Oh,” You threw a quick glance at your bag, “Umm, yeah. Gonna spend a couple of nights at my mom’s.” You replied with a cheerful tone.
“You ok?” His brows furrowed.
“Huh? Oh no, yeah I’m totally fine. It’s just that my mom misses me so…”
Sam slowly nodded.
“Well, I just wanted to drop by and say hi.” He said as he made his way out of your room.
“Bye!” you waved and once you were sure he was out of ear shot, you let the tears fall.
“Hey, Tin Man!”
Bucky lifted his head at the nickname.
“Bird Boy!” His smile was big at seeing his second best friend.
“What’s wrong with, Y/N” Sam asked.
Bucky gave him a confused look, “What do you mean?” his smile became an awkward one.
“Well, she’s in her room packing her bags.” Sam answered.
“What?” Bucky was honestly surprised. Was his girlfriend upset? How did he not know?!
“Yeah, man. She looked like she was about to cry. She said her mom misses her but I know when she’s lying since she’s horrible at it.”
Bucky stayed quiet. Why didn’t Y/N tell him she was upset? Did he do something wrong? Was she hurt? Well, whatever it was, Bucky needed to find out.
“Thanks, man.” Bucky patted Sam’s shoulder as he headed to his girlfriend’s new bedroom.
You heard a knock as you buttoned up your jacket.
“Sam, I thought you le-” The words died as you saw a worried Bucky standing at your door frame.
“Can I come in?” He asked hopeful.
You nodded your head, eyes never leaving him.
“Are you really leaving?” he asked.
You nod your head and cross your arms.
“Is there something wrong? Are you ok?” his voice is full of worry and it broke your heart.
“I’m fine, Bucky. It’s just that my mom is lonely. I’ll be back in a couple of days.” You smiled at him, trying to assure him that you were alright.
“Y/N,” he gave you his infamous guilty look. The look of a lost man who knows that everything is wrong but doesn’t know what it is or how to fix.
You sighed before sitting on your bed.
“I am going back to my mother. Not because she misses me…”
“But because I feel like I’m being replaced.” You finished, avoiding his look.
“Being repla-what are you talking about?” Bucky walked in further and sat next to you.
“You know,” You laughed in ridiculousness. “You and whats-her-face are always together. She sleeps in our - sorry, your bedroom and watches over you when you sleep.” you said in a tone of accusation.
“That’s to protect you.” Bucky stated as if it were obvious.
“But I don’t need protection, Bucky,” You turned to face him fully, “I want to be the one who watches over you. I don’t care if I get hurt. As long as you don’t suffer, I’m fine.”
“But nothing. I know what I was getting myself into the moment I started dating you.”
Bucky looked down before nodding his head at you. “Ok,” He whispered. “I’ll talk to Steve.”
You smiled and then leaned in to peck his lips.
Later that night, you were both in bed back in your shared bedroom, embracing each other.
“What if I turn into him again?” Bucky asks with a hint of fear.
“I’ll be there.” You assured him kissing his nose.
“What if I hurt you?” He whispered.
“You won’t.” Again, you assured him.
“How could you be so sure?”
You smiled at him despite it being dark before saying, “Because I trust you.”
As you kissed him, you could feel his body relax and his lips forming into a smile.
Series Summary: You are the eldest daughter of the infamous hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. When you move to New Orleans with your father and your family, you meet and catch feelings for the werewolf, Jackson Kenner. You know your father would hate you being with Jackson, so the two of you do that cliché movie thing of sneaking around like teenagers. It all works until you get caught.
Part Summary: A couple of months have passed since you and Jackson fled your father’s home. You haven’t heard from him or the other members of your family ever since. Well, you’ve heard from Freya, Hayley, and Marcel. Surprisingly, your father contacts you and invites both you and Jackson over. At first, you and Jackson are reluctant to go, but you eventually decide to go. Will your family accept Jackson? Jackson makes a decision about something.
Pairings: Jackson x Fem!Reader, Klaus x Daughter!Reader
Characters: Fem!Reader, Jackson Kenner, Klaus Mikaelson, Mary Dumas, Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard, Hayley Marshall, Hope Mikaelson, Crescent wolf pack
A/N: I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, I have the feeling that my writing skills are not the same as they used to be. I also have the feeling that my imagines are no good anymore in contrast to those I wrote at the very beginning. I’m very sorry if you don’t enjoy my imagines or are confused because you don’t understand them. English isn’t my first language and I try to express myself in the best way I can. That doesn’t mean I will give up but I really do need your feedbacks to find out how they are. Enjoy this one! Hope you’ll like it!
Word count: 1,082
It was in
the middle of the night in Egypt. A young man was standing on the huge balcony,
his eyes were fixed on the beautiful night sky, covered with tons of stars which
were shining bright and illuminating the whole city in front of him. Completely
silence surrounded him, he heard nothing but the comforting sounds of the wind.
Everybody was sleeping peacefully in their beds, secured by the warmth of their
blankets over their bodies or even the by the warmth of their beloved ones. But
this young man couldn’t sleep. He didn’t mind though. He would rather spend his
time watching the stars instead of falling asleep. He loved looking at the stars.
They were fascinating and magical to him.
had a stressful day or bad mood, the stars always cheered him up. It was like
they knew exactly when he needed them, and appeared then.
man’s gaze fell down on his arms where carried a little baby, covered with fine
cloth. The little girl was quietly snoring in her father’s arms, her tiny chest
lifted an fell peacefully. Her little fingers were wrapped around her father’s
forefinger and she didn’t let him go since the moment she fell asleep.
pretty like her mother once used to be. She had emerald eyes like her, her lips
and her nose. A smile was plastered on the young man’s face. Ahkmenrah, fourth
King of the fourth Kings, ruler of the lands of his fathers, couldn’t be happier
in that moment.
some days were rough. Raising up a child took a lot of responsibility and
energy. Especially when you were a single parent. The whole burden was on your
shoulders and you needed to see how you got along with it. He could’ve got help
from his servants but refused any helping hand.
his baby, his little princess and only he would take care of her. He promised
to his queen, wife and soul mate to take care of their baby girl and to guarantee
a secure life for the future princess.
his wife died after she gave birth to their daughter. Her heart was weak and
there also appeared some complications during the delivery. Luckily, the
princess made it but the young queen needed give up her life.
felt a sting of pain in his chest as he thought about the love of his life. It
was hard for him to accept the absence of his wife. He didn’t leave his chamber
during the first weeks. He wanted to be alone with his grief. He cried every
single night, pressing his face into her pillow where her wonderful scent was
still present. The fact that he would never be able to see her lovely smile, to
run his fingers through her soft curls and to touch her elegant body tore his
Then he thought
about his daughter and that he had to stay strong for her. She needed him after
you, my little princess.” He whispered to her tiny ears as he stroked her soft,
pink cheek. “And I love you my queen.” He said a little bit louder and his eyes
were fixed on the stars again. He knew and felt that his wife was watching over
him and their daughter.
could sense her presence and also her scent was lingering in the air. A few
times he caught his baby laughing in joy when no one was around, even when he
left the room for a few minutes. He assumed that she could see her mother’s
spirit and wished from the bottom of his heart that he would see her too.
like you, my queen. Her beauty, her eye color, her hair… everything she has
from you.” Ahkmenrah continues talking, weighing the infant in his arms back and
forth. “Sometimes it hurts to even look at her, because every single thing of
her reminds me of you. But then I think about how lucky I am because it was you
who gave birth to her. She is ours, yours and mine, our product of love.” He gently
kissed his daughter’s cheek.
promised to take care of her. I’ll protect her with my whole being, my
the glass doors were opened and Shepseheret entered the balcony. She had a
worried expression on her face. “My son,” She spoke. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
She came closer to the young pharaoh and saw the little girl in his arms. “She’s
going to have a cold if you stay outside any longer.”
going to be alright, mother don’t you worry.” He said, offering the old queen a
to the stars, I guess your wife is watching over you?” Shepseheret said amused.
“She’s always watching over us, mother.” Ahkmenrah said determined. She knew
how much you loved the stars as well and used to believe that whenever the
stars appeared on the night sky that you were around, taking care of them.
“I know, son.”
She patted her son’s shoulder. “I know. I’m just worried about you. Are you
stared at his baby girl for a moment before he spoke. “I’ve never been better,
my queen. Nefertiti is my little joy of
life. She’s my shining star. And I love her so much.” He said, pressing the
little infant closer to his body. Shepseheret looked at the young pharaoh wit
her life had she seen someone who shared so much love and passion for a child. She
was proud of the young man in front of her. “You are the best father she could
ask for, Ahkmen.” Before she left to leave father and daughter alone she added,
“And I’m sure your wife is also proud of you.”
smiled happily and gave his attention back to Nefertiti. “You’re my angel,
princess. I love you to the moon and back.”
stepped into his room, closing the doors behind him carefully so he wouldn’t
make any noise that would wake up the little princess. He went to her crib
which stayed next to his bed and slowly laid her down, covering her tiny body.
scent of flowers was lingering in the air and a small laugh escaped the Pharaoh’s
mouth. “Good night, my sleeping beauty.” He said to Nefertiti.
Summary: The reader is finally moved in with Rob, so he asks her to join him to some SPN Cons before she starts her job at the hospital. They meet up with some of the actors and actresses at a bar and everything is going great until someone causes the reader to snap.
Ever since your argument with Sam and Dean, things had settled down. You were back into the groove of hunting. You respected Sam and Dean’s wishes, only going on hunts that were absolutely necessary. It gave you time to work on harnessing your abilities. You had to learn one way or another.
“Now focus on your fist [Y/N],” Lucifer coached. “Make sure you hit the concrete cinder block Gabriel is holding, and not Gabriel. Although, that would be hilarious.” Lucifer held his arms out to the side as he caught Gabriel’s glare. “I’m just saying, it would be.”
“I’m not going to hit Gabriel for funzies Lucifer,” you muttered. “If I hit him, it would be for a reason.” You grinned, getting a glare from Gabriel. “I’m kidding, just hold it steady.” You took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. When you struck the cinder block with your fist, the concrete block turned to dust.
Summary: an American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.
You wrapped your coat tighter even though it wasn’t all that cold then stepped up to 221B Baker Street. With another deep breath, you grasped the knocker and smacked it twice. You noticed the bell and remembered Sherlock telling you about shooting it once.
The minutes felt like forever and part of you wanted to walk away, but you remained standing in front of the door. It’s just a friendly hangout. Hangout? Who the hell says hangout anymore?
The door opened and an older woman smiled in greeting. “Hi, you must be Mrs. Hudson!” You stuck your hand out and she took it gingerly.
“Hello, come in.” She nodded her head as she released your hand and waved you inside.
“I’m here for Sherlock.” You tilted your head down to hide the cringe.
She smiled as she closed the door. “Sherlock and John are upstairs working on a case.” She frowned, “is it a cheating boyfriend? You’re much too pretty to deal with that, dear.”
Your brow furrowed, “oh no, thank you but I’m his… Friend.”
She barked out a laugh then covered her mouth. “I’m sorry, dear I thought you…” She paused watching you for some sign but then her whole face brightened. “Oh, look at my manners! Come on now, upstairs.” She made her way over to the stairs and started up turning her head to speak with you as she climbed, “what’s your name and how did you meet Sherlock?”
“Y/n, and ah, we bumped into each other near my office.”
“Oh, how lovely.” You followed her around the first landing and up another flight of stairs.
“Sherlock!” She opened the door, “you have a guest.” She walked in and waved you forward.
Ok! US/UT bros react to their child being accepted to Hogwarts! I-if t-that is fine with you!
he’s definitely teaching his kid to teleport before hand for pranks, he’ll make sure they have plenty of ketchup for the train ride to freak all their classmates out. he’ll pack them a suit case full of needed items (wupee cushions, joy buzzers, annoying dog, water sausages and a picture of their mom). and he will tell his kid to make money off of an illegal ‘dog stand. he’ll walk his kid to the station but not enter with them. when they part ways he’ll hug his child and say quietly
“make your mother proud, she’s always watching over you kiddo” while pressing his teeth to their forehead.
OH WOWIE HIS DEAR CHILD IS GETTING READY TO GO TO AN ELITE SCHOOL FOR MAGIC! he’s so proud of them! he’ll help them pack all the things they need to go on this trip! he’ll send them mail every day and make sure they study hard! he’ll video chat with them every day as well to help them with their homework, he’ll give them their mother’s scarf to take with them- he remembers he’s the one who made her that scarf. for her birthday..- he can feel tears prickling his eye soocke- ‘NO NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO THINK OF THAT! YOU MUST BE HAPPY FOR YOUR DEAR CHILD’S ACHIEVEMENT!’ he’ll always say he believes in them, because he does! after all his child is as great as him! before they leave for they station they say goodbye to his wife’s shrine, with that marriage picture of them they had took. and when they leave for the station he walks them to the train, he presses his teeth all over his child’s face, embarrassing them. before they leave to the train he hugs his kid and tells them.
“I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU!”
US snas (Blueberry)
WAIT NO HIS KID CANT LEAVE FOR A YEAR! he doesn’t want his child to leave, but he’ll allow it since its a chance for them to become MAGNIFICENT IN MAGIC LIKE HIS FATHER! and he knows its what his love would allow! but he is scared of loosing his child, he’s scared there’ll be an accident, or worse what if his child gets bullied?! he’s probably the most scared out of all the skeleton brothers. but he has to stay strong! he’ll pack tacos that he and his kid made the other night so they wouldn’t have to buy food on the train. when he walks them to the station when they’re about to board the train. he hugs them and breaks into tears, while his kid does too. when that drama is over he’ll say while holding his child close..
“GET OUT THERE AND BE MAGNIFICENT! YOU’LL DO AMAZING, I KNOW IT!”
US papyro (Stretch)
he feels pride swell up in his SOUL for his kid and that he gets to experience that. he’ll pack a bag full of honey bottles for his kid. and make sure they have everything they need, besides. if his kid is anything like his mother, he’ll do great. before they leave he’ll remind his kid to say goodbye to a picture of you before walking out the door, he’ll give the kid a photo of their mother to have moral support since he wont be there. their mother always supported him, so why not their kid too? when they get to the train station he wont go in with his kid but he’ll pat them on the shoulder at the doorway.
“no matter what your mum’s always gonna love ya.. so have fun”
OOPS MY FINGERS SLIPPED MY BAD :3 hope you liked it! and im not really excepting angst I’m just trying to test the waters to see how it turns out, i will except angst if it ends up having a happy ending tho, i am adding that to the rules lol hope you liked it and come ask again sometime soon!
I love your writing style, I think you capture the characters personalities wonderfully! :) Im a little particular when it comes to fan fiction but I love yours! Can you write a Samandriel one wheres he gets super ungraceful and really clumsy and stuff around the reader because he likes her so much but she has no idea? Thank you :)
Request: Can you do one with Samandriel where you two are friends and you go to the carnival but he’s acting weird and emphasizing that you’re just friends but only because that’s what he thinks you want? Love you!
Authors Note: Thank you so much for your comments! Okay this was requested a long time ago so I’m very sorry for the wait. Also, I’m nervous because this is my first Samandriel imagine and I don’t know if I’m going to capture him the way y’all want me too…*nervously exhales* I hope you enjoy!
“Y/N? Did you hear me?”
“Huh?” You looked up from the book you were engrossed in and smiled, “Sorry. I’m almost finished with this chapter.”
Samandriel playfully rolled his eyes, the blue in them twinkling as he smirked at you, “You said that twenty minutes ago.”
You laughed and closed the book, giving your best friend a shy smile, “Sorry. Okay, I’m all ears.”
“I was thinking,” he began, walking toward you, “maybe we can-” before he could finish his sentence, he tripped over the coffee table that you sat near, sending the cup of tea that was once yours soaring and crashing against the floor.
“Oh my- are you okay?” You gasped and helped him up, holding back the laughter that bubbled in your throat, “You are the most clumsy angel I have ever met.”
Well, he was the only angel you have ever met, but still. Whenever the two of you were together, even only weeks after finding out he was your guardian a year ago, he wasn’t so graceful. In fact, his clumsiness is what revealed him in the first place. You were cooking dinner and dancing to a song that blasted through the radio, when you heard the sound of someone falling and crashing to the floor. As you turned around, you saw him there, groaning from the slight pain he only felt for a few seconds. Surprisingly, you didn’t freak out when he told you who he was. You grew up with your mom always saying that angels were watching over you, and she was right. But when asked why he revealed himself to you, he simply answered, “I fell.”
And that was that.
“Funny,” he continued, laughing under his breath, “Back in heaven, I was never ungraceful in the least.”
You cocked an eyebrow, “So why is it any different around me?”
Samandriel blushed slightly and cleared his throat, “So anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the festival down the street. There’s a Ferris wheel, and games, cotton candy-”
“You had me at ‘Ferris wheel’.” You Interrupted, already pulling on a sweater, “Let’s do this.”
Seconds later, you were just outside one of the game stands with Samandriel beside you. That was one of the many perks about having an Angel for a friend, it took no longer than a few seconds to be anywhere in the world you wanted to be. Another perk, one that you never admitted, was that he happened to choose one of the cutest vessels imaginable. You’ve always thought be was cute, but after getting to know the angel and who he was, developing feelings for him was not shocking whatsoever.
“What would you like to do first?” He asked, smiling down at you. It was already dark out but you could see the highlights of his features through the carnival attire, “I’ve never been to one of these before, I’ve only heard about them.”
You bit your lip, already knowing what you wanted to do, “We have to go on the Ferris Wheel, it’s perfect at this time.”
He smiled and nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours as he lead you to the ride. It wasn’t weird, for you two to hold hands since he was your best friend, but you still got butterflies when he touched you.
When you approached the ride, a young man who worked there glanced down at your hands, “We have a couples seat-”
“We’re not a couple.” Samandriel said too quickly, walking over to an open cage, “We’ll take this one, please.”
You furrowed your brows together and followed him, not surprised in the least when he tripped into the seat, “I need to get you walking lessons.”
He responded with a toothless grin, squinting his eyes at you when you sat across from him, “We still have a lot to teach each other.”
“Really?” You leaned back as the ride began to move, “Like what?”
“Well I have got to teach you how to fly.”
"Right, of course.”
“You need to teach me how to cook.”
“And how to stop falling all over the place.”
“Is that possible?”
“And I need to teach you how to defend yourself.”
“Why?” The ride stopped when you were halfway up, to let people off you knew, “I have you.”
He swallowed and looked down at his hands, “I won’t be around forever.”
For some reason, you felt a spark of anger, “You wont?”
“You’re going to fall in love one day. And start a family. I can’t be with you when you’re married.” His eyes still hadn’t met yours, “We’re friends.”
“Friends.” You stated, crossing your arms, “Friends?”
It was quiet for a few seconds, but you hadn’t stopped looking at him. It was so intense that you hadn’t even noticed the ride began moving again. You wanted to tell Samandriel the way you felt and you seriously considered doing it, but the words ‘we’re just friends’ stuck in your mind.
“Are you okay?” He interrupted the silence, finally meeting your eyes and leaning forward so that he was only inches away from you, “What’s wrong?”
“Samandriel, I…” Screw it, “I kind of thought that we were becoming more than just friends. I mean, we’ve been inseparable for over a year, you know me more than anyone on this earth and I feel so comfortable with you. I thought you felt the same way about me too. I mean, you’re my gaurdian, and its your destiny to protect me. To be with me. I thought that we would always be together.”
He stared at you for a few seconds, then let out a soft laugh, “Remember the day we met, when I said ‘I fell’ after you asked me why I revealed myself?”
“Revealing myself was no accident.” He moved over so that now he was sitting right next to you, gazing into your eyes, “I revealed myself because I fell, for you.”
His small smile sent your heart to beat even faster then it already was, “So you-”
"I love you.” He interrupted, cupping your face, “and I would love to spend forever with you.”
You couldn’t hold back anymore, so you kissed him. It was everything you imagined, beautifully awkward, but that was him. You would have kept going but the ride jolted to a stop, causing you to look out, “We’re at the top!”
“Wow.” He followed your gaze, “It is really beautiful.”
"Yeah.” You intertwined your fingers with his and rested your head on is shoulder, stealing one last glance at him before looking back, “It is.”
automatically assume that people with disability can never succeed in
life. It was in 2001 when I got fed up of being useless and relying on
other so I decided to start working. I inherited livestock from my late
father, so I started a small business in Burao. After four years and a
long drought, I lost the livestock. Then I thought to myself since I
memorised the Qur’an, why not attend university and learn the worldly
knowledge and make something of your life. I didn’t tell my mother who
had another family so I moved to Hargeisa and became a Quranic teacher.
At least, it allowed me to make some bit of money to support myself. In
the morning, I taught young boys the Qur’an, in the afternoon I attended
a private college. I remember using my wheelchair in the hot sun after
the afternoon prayer, just so that I could attend the college. After a
while, more people approached me to teach them the Qur’an. I then opened
a small place where it allows me to teach more people the Qur’an. After
I graduated from college and saved up around $100, I went back to Burao
and told my mum I want to get married. My mother was happy and
supported me financially. I went back to Hargeisa and married the love
of my life. We have two beautiful daughters now. For my daughters’ sake,
I decided to pursue my dream to attend university. I finally started my
university course and at the same time had duties to fulfill as a
father and husband, though it wasn’t easy, especially if you are
disabled. My dear mother, she always watched over me. Even when I was
raising my family, she gave me a plot of land that my father left behind
so I could build a big house for my family. And one day, whilst I was
at university, she surprised me with a car knowing how this old
wheelchair was becoming a burden. I love her to death. Finally, in 2016,
I graduated from university, thank God. If you have an ambition, be
connected to God, and if God is with you, you will achieve anything.”
“Dadkeenu waxay aaminsan yihiin inaanu qofka naafada ah waxba qaban
karin ama noloshiisa aanu horumar samayn karin. Sanadkii 2001 ayaan ku
fakaray inaan cidna daba fadhiisan aniga oo naafo ah aan shaqaysto.
Waxaan dhaxal uu helay xoolo uu aabbahay ka dhintay. Waxaan ku bilaabay
ganacsi magaaladda Burco, kadib muddo 4 sano markii aan wadey, waxaan la
kulmay wakhti xun oo abaar ah, ganacsigiina wuu iga istaagay. Waxaan ku
fakaray madaama aan bartay Qur’aan, inaan culuumta kale wax ka barto.
Dhaqaale maan haysan aabbahay wuu dhintay hooyona reer kale ayeey lahayd
oo waxba umaaan sheegin laakiin waxaan ka fakaray madaama aan Qur’aanka
xifdisanaa inaan dadka Qur’aanka baro kadib dhalinyaro yar baan
masaajidka Qur’aan ku bari jiray. Lacagna waan ka qaadi jiray si aan
waxbarashada iskaga bixiyo, galinka hore markaan ardayda wax soo baro
galinka dambe waxaan tagi jiray kuliyad khaas ah oo aan wax kasoo dhigan
jiray. Wakhti badan ayaan cadceeda sii socon jiray bacda duhur. Waxaan
ku socon jiray baskiilada aan wato runtii dhib badan bey igu ahayd.
Muddo kadib markii aan la qabsaday waxbarashadii waan sii jeclaaday
kadib dhalinyaradii aan wax uu dhigayey way bateen, muddo kadib waxaan
furay malcaamad, dhaqaalihiina wuu ii kordhay. Markaan arkay inaan
dhaqaale fiican isoo galo waxna aan bartay ayaan kadib markaan qalin
jabiyay waxaan ku fikiray inaan guursado lacag dhan ah $100 baan
haystay. Burco ayaan ku laabtay, hooyo ayaan uu sheegay arintii, hooyo
oo aan muddo kala maqnayn aad bey igu garab qabtay waxay ii sheegtay
inay diyaar ila tahay waxkasta oo ay awoodo. Lacag ayeey isoo siisay
waxaan kusoo noqday Hargaysa. Dabadeedna waan guursaday. Alxamdullilah,
labo gabdhood baan leeyahay. Markaan caruur yeeshtay, waxaan ku fakaray
inaan aqoontayda aan kor usii qaado si aan qoyskayga wax u taro.
Jaamacad baan bilaabay, waxaan isku waday shaqadayda jaamacadda iyo
reerkayga aniga oo naafo ah markii aan jaamacadda waday hooyo ayaa
markasta iga war hayn jirtay, waxaay ii sheegtay inay dhul aabo ka
dhintay ay ii hayso kadib dhulkii baan iibinay guri ayaan caruurtayda
ugu dhisay kadib hooyo waxay aragtay inaan baskiilada aan ku socdo dhib
igu tahay maalin maalmaha ka mid ah, anigoo jaamacadda fasax ku jira
ayeey gaadhi ii keentay. Runtiina aad baan uu farxay siday iga fikirayso
ee anaanan markaliya ay rabin inaan dhibaato la kulmo. Aad baan u
jeclahay hooyaday. Muddo kadib sanadkan aan hadda ku jirno 2016 waan ka
qalin jabiyey jaamacaddii, Alxamdullilah. Qofkasta wuxuu ku hamiyo wuu
helaya haduu Eebbe ku xidhnaado dadka naafada ahna waa dad dhibaato la
nool laakiin hadii aad adigu niyada galiso waxaas waad gaadhi kartaa
waad gaadhi waa hadii Illaahay kula jiro.”
Fandom/Character(s): Labyrinth/Jareth the Goblin King & Sarah
Rating: PG (for feels)
Original Idea: A tribute to the Goblin King himself - David Bowie - in honor of his passing, and my own love of Labyrinth.
Notes: “There’s such a sad love, Deep in your eyes…” We’ll miss you, Goblin King.
“The World Fell Down”
It had been thirty years since Sarah’s run in the Labyrinth—Almost exactly, she thought to herself
on an early morning in January of 2016 as she found herself back in the
Underground. There was fondness, fear, and regret coloring her memories of when
she was fifteen and accidentally wished her half-brother Toby away to the
Sarah thought that the Goblin King would outlive her by
several centuries. He was Fae—and the Fae were supposed to be mischievous,
powerful, and most of all, immortal. But…
The Goblin King—Jareth himself—was lying on a grand mahogany
bed, obviously ill. He looked the same as he had thirty years ago—strange blond
hair, some of it long, some of it short in an orb around his head; mismatched
eyes, one blue, one brown; pointed canine teeth that made a terrifying sneer
when he was angry; sharp, knife-like face; and of course the eccentric
clothing. Though his attire was remarkably subdued due to his weakened state.
“Long time,” she remarked, a sad sort of smirk toying on the
edges of her lips.
He gave her a sad grin in return. “The blink of an eye,” he
countered, voice raspy but fighting to stay strong.
Sarah rushed to his bedside and knelt next to him. He gave a
cough from somewhere deep in his lungs that sounded wrenching and painful. Her hands hovered over him, unsure of what
to do but yearning to help. “It’s too late for that, Sarah,” he commented,
trying to keep his voice as strong as possible. Another cough.
“Tell me what I can do,” she pleaded.
“Nothing. There is no way to save me from this.” He coughed
again, longer and harder. Sarah watched, desperate. When he stopped, his eyes
turned back to her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “I always watched over them, you know,”
A forlorn grin tilted up the corners of the woman’s lips. She
didn’t have to ask who “they” were. She knew exactly who he was talking about. “I
know,” she remarked. “They aren’t very good at keeping secrets.” Her twenty-year-old
son David and her seventeen-year-old daughter Jennifer used to come home from
playing in the park together all through their childhood telling tales of a
strange man with yellow hair saving them from shenanigans—like the time Jen
slipped on a stepping stone across the creek and a black glove caught her and
steadied her—or the time David had boredly tried to wish his little sister away
to the goblins and the man gave him a small crystal to show him what would
happen if he followed through, making him change his mind.
That got a weak chuckle out of the Goblin King. “You keep
that spark of magic alive in your Jen, you hear? She’s every bit as magical as
you are and twice as optimistic. And your David. He’s got a lot of his father
in him, but he’s got more of you. Make sure they always have that sense of
A single tear slipped down her face from her left eye as she
nodded. “I will,” she promised.
Jareth lifted his hand and wiped the tear from her cheek. “Don’t
cry, Sarah-mine,” he murmured. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Whatever I can,” she replied.
“Keep the magic
alive. The Power is within you.”
She nodded again. “Of course I will.”
He smirked, that impish, dangerous smirk. “Good. The world isn’t
falling down yet, Sarah-mine. And tell Toby that I’m proud of him.”
Toby was the twenty-nine-year-old father of a four-year-old
son—whom he’d named Jareth for reasons he’d never quite known. Sarah smiled. “I
will,” she promised. Jareth grinned, closing his eyes tiredly, and rested his
hand on the side of her face, peeking his eyelids open to look at her. There was
something akin to longing in his expression. He blinked a few times, breathing
labored, and pulled a slightly wider grin.
“I always loved you,” he commented, voice raspy. Another tear
slipped from Sarah’s eye and he wiped it away with his thumb.
“I loved you too. I was just too young.”
“Yes, I know. And then you moved on. Told everyone that it
was the crazy fantasy of a child. Met your Paul.” A fit of coughing wracked his
body. “But you never forgot your adventure. Never stopped believing in magic. And
that, Sarah, was the most important
thing I could have ever taught you. That was how you showed your love.”
“Don’t go!” she breathed.
“Your wishes won’t save me, love, as much as you may hope. It’s
no matter, though. My time ruling the Underground is over. But the Labyrinth
will find a new ruler. It may be you. It may be David. It may be your Jen. I,
personally, am rooting for her. It’s about time this dusty old place chose a
His attempt at humor made Sarah grin sadly, eyes still
welled up with tears. “Don’t go,” she repeated, forehead crinkling as she
blinked tears down her face. She wiped them off herself and rested her forehead
on Jareth’s chest and sobbed. She could feel his wheezing breaths as his
fingers weakly toyed with her dark—but graying—hair. He was the strange
hero-but-villain of her childhood. The story she adored above all the others.
“I must, Sarah-mine. But do not fret. Perhaps, one day, our
paths will cross again, as they did so long ago.”
“The blink of an eye,” she quoted. Another weak chuckle
escaped the Goblin King’s throat—followed closely by a heart-wrenching cough
dredged up from the depths of his lungs.
She looked up from his white cotton pirate-style shirt, tear
tracks staining her time-worn face. Apart from the pale sheen to his skin, and
the gaunt, hollow look to his cheekbones, he looked the same as the first time
she saw him when she was a fifteen-year-old drama queen. So much had changed,
but so much hadn’t.
She wasn’t sure which one was worse. They both hurt.
Jareth wiped her tears again, this time with his sleeve. “Do
not cry, Sarah-mine.” He smiled. “There’s
such a sad love… deep in your eyes—a kind of pale jewel… opened and closed
within your eyes…”
“I’ll place the sky…
within your eyes…” Sarah joined in, remembering the words from the bubble
ballroom from so many years ago.
“As the pain sweeps
through—makes no sense for you—every thrill is gone… wasn’t too much fun at all…
but I’ll be there for you-ou-ou… as the world falls down!” they sang
together, both of them with raspy voices—his from illness, hers from tears.
“Do not weep for me, my dear. You will always be the babe
with the Power. My world may be falling, but your world has not fallen down
yet. And I will be there for you until it does,” he whispered. He took her hand
and squeezed it. She looked him right in the eyes—their different colors both
glimmering with the mirth and mischief and wicked humor they had always shone
with. He gave her a genuine smile.
His face and hand went slack as a he heaved a final breath
and sighed into peaceful sleep, never to wake again.
“Mommy! Mommy! Look! The prince and the princess came out of my picture book!”
The young Roberto pulled you and your Roberto along the hallway, toward a slim woman with long, dark hair. Your heart lurched in your chest and you glanced at Roberto. His eyes were fixed on the approaching figure and his face had paled noticeably. When the woman turned, your eyes met an all-too familiar shade of honey brown.
The Queen’s eyes were wide for only a moment. Then they softened and she smiled warmly. You could feel the love she emanated from her body. Her little prince was her sunlight.
“My, you’re quite right, Roberto! What a lovely couple they are!”
“Yes! Just like you said! And see, the prince even looks like me, Momma!”
It was a breath of whisper; there one moment, gone the next. Yet in it was all of the longing, hope, and grief that lingered inside the older prince.
Your heart cracked.
When you both returned from the past, Alberto was on you almost at once.
“Just where have you been, Your Highness?! You’ve been gone for hours and your tracking device wasn’t responsive! No word, not even a call! What do you have to say for yourself?!”
Roberto paused and turned to face him. A big smile was on his lips and he patted Alberto’s shoulders.
“Sorry! My bad, Al! Wouldn’t you know? We got taken back in time and I saw myself when I was young! I saw you too Al, back when you wore glasses! Remember those days? Man, good times!”
During Roberto’s speech, you noticed Alberto’s expression change: his eyes were wide and there was something akin to shock lurking within his normally stoic brown irises. He didn’t say a word.
“So, sorry about that! I’ll get back to work right away!”
With that, Roberto left the room before Alberto could get a word in. As soon as the door shut, Alberto turned to you.
You looked at him. “What?”
“What happened to Roberto?”
“I don’t understand….”
“That smile is the one he always wore after Her Majesty passed away; The one that he hid behind so no one would know how he was feeling. It’s his false smile.”
“….He saw his mother.”
When Roberto finally texted you that he wanted to see you, it was two days after you had returned from the past. He had thrown himself into his schedule and any messages you sent him were returned with neutral responses. A part of you knew he was recovering from the time travel. Another part of you knew he was recovering from seeing his mother alive. Even so, as soon as you got his request, you left immediately.
He was sitting on a bench in the garden and he stood up as you approached. You couldn’t read his expression.
“Hey, can we go out for a bit? I want to get some air.”
His voice was low, neutral - contained no emotion whatsoever. You didn’t bother to tell him about the open air of the gardens. You knew what he meant.
With a nod, you followed him out of the gates of the Villa, down the cobblestone streets and narrow alleyways. He led you to a hill outside of town, high above the cityscape. A single tree stood tall and proud at the top and Roberto sat down near it, his eyes full of the city lights. You sat beside him, unsure of what to do next. Something inside of you told you to wait. He would speak when he was ready.
You looked at him, but didn’t answer.
“Do you think, when my mom was dying, that a part of her had accepted her fate, that she was okay with leaving because she had seen me as I am now?”
You couldn’t make a sound. Your heart throbbed painfully in your chest and your mind was facing. The intricacies of time travel were beyond your reach. Who could say how his mother felt? Had she been reassured? Was she happy to have seen him? Would she even remember she had seen the man her boy would become? You couldn’t answer that.
“When I saw her, I didn’t know what to feel at first. I was shocked and sad, then happy, but, I realized it wouldn’t last. Even if I stayed with her in the past, she would still get sick. She would still die.”
His shoulders trembled.
“I hope she was proud when she saw me. After she was gone, even though I was sad, I made a promise that I would become a prince she would be proud of. I wanted to become someone she wouldn’t be ashamed of.”
You saw a tear roll down his cheek. Then another followed; and another, and another.
“I really hope she’s proud of me…”
A low sob cracked his voice and your heart trembled. Tears flooded your vision and you flew to him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tight. He held you so tight you thought you would break and he buried his face into your shoulder. He sobbed loudly then, the sound creating fissures in your heart. His body shook with every cry, every shuddering breath that passed through him. Your own tears stained his shirt and you bit your lip hard.
You wanted to say something, but what? No words could adequately describe how you felt, how you wished to help him. For now, all you could do was hold him, allow him to grieve once more with you as his anchor.
After who knows how long, Roberto seemed to collect himself, his grip on you loosening a little. He was like a child then, holding you as if you would disappear at any moment. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his temple.
“I miss her…” he whispered into your skin.
“…..I’m sure she misses you too,” you murmured. His fingers curled into your shirt, hope in his hold. “Just remember, she’s watching over you. She always has.”
You both returned to the Villa after drying your tears. Roberto dotted your cheeks with kisses and you kissed the corners of his eyes. Your fingers were interlaced as you walked back and silence hung comfortably in the air between you.
As you approached the gates, you noticed Alberto standing in front of them. Roberto rubbed the back of his head, neither smiling, nor making a joke. The two of you stopped before him, waiting for him to speak.
Instead, to your surprise, he held out a handkerchief.
“For your nose.”
Roberto flushed red, but he took the handkerchief. Your gaze moved to the Head Steward’s face and your eyes widened. Alberto’s eyes were bright in the lights of the Villa and, upon noticing your gaze, he turned away quickly.
“I’ll have a hot bath prepared.”
He walked back to the Villa steps without waiting for a reply. You looked up at Roberto and noticed a warmth that lingered as he watched his butler walk away. Then, he turned his gaze to you.
You squeezed his fingers. “Always.”
Roberto kissed your forehead. When he pulled back, he gave you a small smile.
“Let’s go. I don’t want you to get cold.”
As you both walked back, a memory stirred in the back of your mind.
You blinked, staring at the Queen in slight disbelief.
She smiled, her eyes warm with affection and gentility.
“You’re from the future, I know that. You know then, that I won’t be alive much longer.”
Her fingers touched her chest delicately. “The doctors said it’s reached my lungs now. I probably won’t be able to recover.”
Your heart cried out when you saw the tears in her eyes.
“My Roberto is all I have. He’s a sweet, gentle boy and he’s full of sunshine and goodness, but he’s also prone to loneliness. I won’t be able to see him grow up in the way I would wish. Please, keep him safe. Love him and protect him when I cannot. Be there for him as I cannot. Whatever you do, please, I beg you… Don’t leave him alone.”
Your fingers curled into your palms and your eyes hardened with determination.