Jul 3
Btw I’m never forgetting how James literally cradled Sherlock in his arms after he was shot
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Btw I’m never forgetting how James literally cradled Sherlock in his arms after he was shot
I think it’s time that I rewatch young Sherlock
Watching 911: Lone Star is so weird because wdym it goes from Owen sadly dealing with his cancer to T.K. and Carlos violently making out to all of them responding to calls together
Thank you Hollywood for actually acknowledging talent and not js when someone is hot(even tho they’re hot)
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No thoughts, just this nerd who learned the wrong kind of sign language to impress his crush
| CW: blood, abuse implied
| Characters: Killian, Rafael, Edward
| @flowersarefreetherapy (I know you’ve already read it but still:)
Killian
I watched the noble men walk down the hall, my eyes scanning for his head of dark curls. I didn’t see it, so I stood from the bench and went to the room. He was still seated at the round table, his head in his hands.
“My prince?” My voice echoed through the empty room.
His head shot up, his eyes meeting mine, “Killian, what are you doing?”
“Waiting for you.” I approached him. “How was it?” I motioned to the table.
“The usual.” He fidgeted with his hands, looking anywhere but my face. “Lots of demands and men who think they know what’s best.”
“As always.” I laughed. He didn’t. “Rafael… what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong.”
“Rafael…”
“NOTHING!” He slammed his hands on the table, and pain flashed through his face.
I was unfazed by his outburst, I was more concerned about the cause of this. I knelt next to him, facing him.
“Raf…”
He sighed, dropping his head into his hands.
“What happened?”
“Killian, stop asking.” He pushed the chair back from the table, and stood. Pain crossed his face again, but he walked to the door. I noticed he had a slight limp, but I didn’t say anything. I followed him out and down the hall, and followed him around a corner. I stopped suddenly as I almost ran into him. He leaned against the wall with one hand, the other wrapped around his lower abdomen. I came around to his front, and braced his shoulders. His face was contorted in pain.
“My price, what is wrong?”
“Killian…” his legs gave out and I managed to catch him, lowering him to the floor.
“You need a doctor.” I stood to go get one, but he grabbed my hand.
“Stay, please.” He shook his head. “Don’t leave me.”
“Okay, I won’t.” I brushed hair from his forehead. “Please, what happened? You were alright yesterday.”
“Don’t make me say it.” He looked away.
A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. I remembered our past conversations. Suddenly I connected it all. The pain. The defensiveness. The limping.
His father did this.
I ran a hand down my face. “You need a doctor.”
“Edward.” He was sinking further down the wall, now in a more slumped position. “Only Edward.”
“I know.” I stood. “I’m going to get him.” I jogged down the hall, heading toward the living chambers. I had gone down a few hallways when I heard my name faintly called out. I’d recognize that voice even in a crowd of hundreds. I ran like I’d never run before, going back to my prince.
“Rafael!” I skidded to a stop next to him, dropping to my knees. He was on his side, arms curled around himself.
“Killian, something’s wrong.” He gritted his teeth.
“Come on.” I went to pick him up, and as my hand slid across his back I felt liquid. I pulled it back to see blood.
“Stars above,” I cursed.
“What?” he was shaking.
“You’re bleeding.” I picked him up, carrying him like I’d seen Joseph carry Fern. One arm below the knees, the other across the back. I felt blood trail down his leg to my arm.
“May the ocean forever curse your father.” I muttered as I had a full understanding of the situation. How long had he been bleeding and in pain? When did this happen? Why didn’t he tell me?
“Rafael, when did this happen?” My arms shook from the weight, but I didn’t care as I made my way with him through the hallways. I immediately went to his room, telling a maid to get Edward quickly. I set him on the bed, and grabbed a rag to clean my hands of blood. I then grabbed the extra towels from the wash bowl. What all will Edward need?
I rush over to where he was curled on the bed.
“Were you in this much pain for the whole meeting?” His curls were damp with sweat.
“No. It comes and goes.”
“Edward is coming.” I took his hand. “He’ll help.”
“Killian…”
“My prince?”
His dark eyes met mine, his hand reaching up to my face. He cupped my cheek as he whispered “why do you stay?”
“What do you mean?”
“With me.”
I paused, our eyes holding the space. “I…” my mouth was dry. “I care about you.”
His eyes drifted down my face, then back to my eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t say that.” I could barely get the words out. He suddenly cried out in pain, lifting his head up to look at his body. I gently grabbed his face and directed it to me to keep him from looking at his broken body.
“Don’t.” I shook my head.
“I hate him.” He whimpered, pressing a kiss into my palm.
“I hate him too.” I looked at my prince’s broken, bleeding body. A body broken by someone who’s supposed to protect you.
The door behind me opened, and Edward came rushing in.
“Rafael!” He stopped, his bag in hand, his eyes wide staring at the blood on the bed.
“Stars above, Rafael.” He set his bag down on the table next to the bed, and glanced at me.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Edward asked, opening his bag and rummaging around.
Rafael hesitated, “my…my lower back.”
Edward nodded. “Do you want Killian to stay or go?”
I would do whatever the prince wanted me to. But my heart hurt because I knew they’d been through this before.
“Stay.”
I locked eyes with the prince, and silently promised to never leave him in his pain.
| CW: beating, abuse mentioned, injury, knife, blood
| characters: Rafael, duke hewlett
| @flowersarefreetherapy (I’m sorry don’t hate me ok🙏😭🫶)
Rafael
“I don’t want to die.” The whimper barely is able to escape my lips.
“That’s a lie.” His lips were right next to my ear. He pushed my body back into the hard, cold floor as he stood. I tried to push myself up, but his boot connected with my back, forcing me down once more. I couldn’t catch my breath from the force. I dug my fingers into the rough floor, trying to drag myself towards the door. I cursed as blood dripped from a scrape on my chest.
“You’ve healed.” He ran his hand gently down the back of my leg, sending shivers down my spine. His hand stops at my ankle, right over the scars. I try not to move, dread filling me. He moved away from me, but I couldn’t see to where. I was too weak to push myself up, and my mind told me to give up.
He knelt down next to me, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him. His dark, soulless eyes met mine.
“I truly wanted to cripple you.” He sighed, throwing my face down. “Imagine my surprise when I could saw you walking.”
Terror took hold of my body. I wished death would take me, but he seemed to be ignoring me.
The cold metal of a blade rested just above the back of my knee. I stilled, not daring to move. My arms were folded at my side, in attempt to push myself up. But I couldn’t. His beating had taken the strength from my body.
“Father…”
“Hm?”
The knife drifted lower down my leg.
“Please—“
“Please what?” His voice was low. “Let you go? Let you go back to that pathetic doctor?”
“Don’t say that about him.” I tried to push myself up but he held me down with his hand. I struggled against his hand but stopped as soon as I felt the knife tip against the back of my knee. I didn’t breathe. This can’t happen again.
He twisted it into the skin. I screamed. Blinding pain tore through my leg then my whole body. Red curled into the corners of my vision.
Like dozens of times before, I begged that death would take me as blackness pulled me into its dark abyss.