A Scene From @chaliesradiodemon 's Arranged Marriage Fic :>

A scene from @chaliesradiodemon 's Arranged Marriage fic :>

Kiss Ask 3 and 38

Requested by: @amiecris

(This is a double request and WOW were they so much fun to write! This is the last one for today, but there will be more tomorrow!)

38. Because They’re Running Out of Time

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Could you write something for Jim Moriarty with prompt 9? Maybe with a reader that works with/for him and is an assassin (and kinda badass and sassy)? Also your writing is super good!

Yes yes yes I love that idea!

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Prompt : "Make me."

Warnings : A little bit of cursing,

Mentioning of death/murder

Pairing : Reader x Moriarty

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You slammed the car door shut behind you and leaned back in your seat, relaxing for a few minutes. Just watching people outside passing by. You weren't in a hurry.

After a while you carefully you pulled out your phone to read the text you got again.

After making sure that you got everything memorized you put it away. Placing both hands on the steering wheel without turning the car on.

You had a special phone for every single client of yours. Of course every client was different. But today you got a message from a special one. Special because he was the only one out of all of them that you actually liked.

Maybe even more than that. But you didn't allow yourself to think about that to much.

And he wasn't just different because of that.

No. There was another reason too.

Some clients wanted you to steal for them, to spy, to lie, to get information that no one else could get. And on some very rare occasions even to make people disappear one way or another.

You didn't particularly like your job. It had its ups and downs. But you we're good at it and in the end that was enough for your clients.

Every single of your clients had their own phone for when they needed your services. But this phone had a difference.

If this phone Rang it meant death. Never spying or stealing. If this phone Rang it meant some poor fellow somehow, somewhere had to die. And it was your job to do it.

With a sigh you turned your car on and started driving. You had work to do . 

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You parked in front of a house in the middle of nowhere. You had just finished your job and now your client wanted to meet you. To "cheek in" he said.

This wasn't normal at all. Every other client of yours stayed as far away from you as possible but not this one....You had the feeling he took every chance he could get to see you but maybe that was just your imagination running wild.

It was way to late and way to cold to be outside for to long so you quickly grabbed your car keys and walked up to the front door.

Two men completely dressed in black were guarding the house. Both of them were heavily armed. As soon as they recognized you the practically jumped out of your way. Staying as far away from you as possible while opening the door for you. You nodded as a silent thank you and stepped inside.

You walked up the stairs, already knowing where to go. You opened a big door without even bothering to knock.

Your client sat behind a big table. A big grin appeared on his face when he looked up.

"Moriarty" you greated. Stopping in the middle of the room.

"Y/n! Where are your manners? Not even a hello or a good evening? I'm shocked."

You stayed silent, crossing your arms with a small smile. You would never admit it out loud but there had always been a chemistry between you and him. Since the moment you started working for him.

To bad you had a strict rule to never have any kind of close relationship to one of your clients. Just wasn't good for business. Even though you had to remind yourself and him of this rule multiple times in the past.

When you stayed silent he stood up and walked around his desk. "How's my favorite assassin doing?"

You tried to hide the smile that wanted to form on your lips. But you were pretty sure you failed.

"Oh you know." you replied slowly,

"The usual...How's my favorite client doing? " You asked in return.

He seemed very pleased with your answer you could tell because this time his smile reached his eyes.

You stayed in place when he walked around you. You two always played these little cat and mouse games of back and forth. And it would be a lie if you said that you weren't enjoying it.

You didn't even flinch when one of his hands gently wandered over your waist just for a second before he stepped back and sat down in a chair in front of the fireplace.

"Come here my dear. Drink something with me. Stay a little bit. "

You shook your head with a smile.

"You say that every time. And it's always the same answer. You know my rule. "

He rolled his eyes in the most dramatic way possible.

"Rules are boring. Name a different reason. "

You grin." I'll name you three. One, I'm afraid you can't afford more of my time. Two, My job is done here and three-"

He held up your car keys. You closed your mouth mid sentence.

Of course... he had taken them just a second ago when he strocke your waist. And you didn't even notice. "Shit." you thought to yourself before speaking. "Give them back."

He smiled innocently. And placed them inside his jacket without breaking eye contact.

"Don't you want to spend just a liiiittle more time with me y/n? Come on i can tell that you like me. It's rather obvious I would say. And you are one of the few people who don't bore me to death. Don't disappoint me now. Pleeeaaasee, please, please don't be boring. "

You clench your hands into fists.

"Jim moriarty. Give me my keys back. Now."

"Make me." he replied, eyes gleaming.

No he definitely wasn't bored right now.

You couldn't help but smirk. "Alright... But you asked for it."

Before he even had the chance to reply with some smart-ass comments you leaped at him. Throwing him out of his chair in the process and pinning him face down to the floor.

He giggled a high pitched giggle while playfully struggling in your grip. "Oooooh now that's exciting! Tell me y/n are you enjoy this?"

You rolled your eyes with a smile. Yes. Yes you were. But you certainly wouldn't tell him that.

"No. Not at all. And now..." you reached around him. Inside his jacket only to find... Nothing.

He took you by surprise when he suddenly rolled around. Throwing you to the ground only to pin you down on your back.

"Searching for this?" he teased while holding up your keys.

You fake gasped "Yes I was! How did you know?"

He grinned in return. Throwing the keys over his shoulder and pinning both your wrist to the ground. The keys landed somewhere on the floor with a clatter but neither of you really cared right now.

He looked down at you for a while. Multiple seconds passed while he was only studying your face in silence.

You gulped. Suddenly you weren't sure how important your "No close relationship with clients" rule really was.

You cleared your throat "What about my-..."

"We find them later.." He mumbled, suddenly very serious.

His mood switches made you dizzy. Sometimes it was hard to keep up with them.

"Stay." He half ordered, half begged.

You couldn't tell how serious he really was until your eyes meet his. It feelt like you looked at him for the first time. Really looked at him. He looked honest. Like he really wanted this. Like he wanted this as much as you did.

"Stay" he mumbled again. His voice was barley more then a low wisper. And finally. After who knows how long you gave in.

"... Fuck it" you thought and freed one of your hands to pull him down to you.

Just when your lips where about to meet his he stopped you, speaking directly against your mouth. "I may regret asking this but... Are you sure about this ? There's no going back after... "

His hand tightened around your wrist just a little bit.

You took the time to think about your decision again. The consequences that this could have. Good and bad ones but in the end you already made up your mind. You wanted this. You wanted him.

"Don't make me regret this okay ? ..." you wispered. Your eyes meet his again and you smiled playfully at him. "And now kiss me bevor I change my mind."

And he did. In the end he was right....

Rules really are boring.

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Aaaaalright that's it!

Hope everyone liked it

Love ya'll <3

So sad

I’ve only just realised: see that one, single tear? Loki is crying.

@helliondancer​ said: Charlie wiggles into Alastor’s bed and nuzzled against his back, her arms curling around his waist as her fingers slid up his stomach until her fingers were coming through the fur upon his chest.

Alastor himself had settled into bed around fifteen minutes ago, sleeping the way he liked to, simple comfortable pants and no shirt. He could hear Charlie enter his room, he could feel her slip into his bed, and he would quickly cuddle closer to her by moving back a bit. He placed his hand over one of the ones in his fur.

“ You’ve been sleeping in my bed a lot recently, or I suppose with me than in this bed… Maybe we should start working towards us sharing a room. ”