#c: patrick

[divya-effendi]

Who: Divya ( @patoconnor )

Where: The Ware / Shipyard

When: Around midnight

Normally, Divya wouldn’t pay the supernatural chatrooms a second thought, using them as a place for amusement more than anything. However, the charming bartender’s messages had managed to catch to catch the Elder Witch’s curiosity, much to his mistake. She’s been in Garond most of the day prepping for the next issue of the magazine, meeting with her designers and photographers for an upcoming shoot. Divya had told the bartender his location was on her way home, but he was, in fact, the exact opposite.

Divya refused to admit that she needed attention, but after being flirted with as she had, she’d realized she was starved. Quickly checking her lipstick in her rearview mirror, she found her way inside. The brunette walked up to the bar almost as if she were bored, attempting to mask the nerves that buzzed through her. Turning her head slightly, she glanced around the dive bar, hoping she hadn’t been made a fool.

[emilioxcabrera]

"A coin for a kiss?" ( from Patrick )

Emilio was taken by surprise when the handsome blonde waltzed up to him and offered one of his tokens for a kiss. It reminded him of peter pan and wendy when she offered the lost boy a thimble in exchange for a kiss. He didn't hesitate when happily accepting the offer as he reached out to pull Patrick towards him and press their lips together.

@patrickxpearson

[ohpompeo]

Hey! Long time no talk. Are you excited to film in Ireland? I’m so jealous.

@patrickdempsey-bview​​

[pompeooo]

How was your St. Patrick’s Day, my favorite Patrick? @patrickdempsey-bview​

[buttonlibrary]

The Truce by Sir_Bedevere

Ever since Alison and Mike had unearthed the bomb in the garden, Cap had been acting quite strangely. Well, more strangely than usual. Pat was sure that he was barely sleeping. At least, he always seemed to be up and about if ever he was up himself in the middle of the night. And Humphrey said that he’d seen him patrolling the grounds at all hours, checking and rechecking the perimeter. Pat was sure it was something to do with the bomb and the old memories that it must have dredged up.

Pat arranges for the Captain to sit down and watch the Remembrance Sunday parade, hoping that it might encourage Cap to talk about what's bothering him - or to say anything, really.

Someone dropped me an ask inquiring if there were any fics on this exact subject, so I thought it only right to queue this one up to post on Remembrance Day itself! 

This had a lovely tone, understated yet poignant in how the characters expressed themselves. Especially the Captain; Sir Bedevere wrote him excellently. Pat too, who had just the right blend of kindness and candor. 

[nursezacharias]

cont. from here | @priestpatrick

He didn't want to go to the village and take part in anything, but he was obligated to at least show his face and it was the only way to get Lovell to stop annoying him. He didn’t want to wear a stupid costume, but it seemed to be too big of a requirement for him to get out of. It was worse to be in barely any clothes, dressed in white shorts with white wings strapped to his back that felt like a lie. He didn't feel like he deserved the white feathers.

He lingered by the drinks, waiting for an excuse to leave. Maybe one of the werewolves would hurt themselves. To his surprise, someone grabbed him and dragged him away. He hadn't seen Pat in weeks, not that he didn't want to. Zac had just been unable to bear the thought that he was no longer the nephilim that had made Patrick feel safe and comfortable before.

He didn't fight back, leaning against the wall. Feeling his body against him was a surprise but it was the words that broke him. His chest ached, not for himself but for Patrick, who was made to dress up too, who was constantly tormented by these men. Still, he didn't know if he could tell him the truth.

It was the hand on his cheek that did it. Zac lifted both hands to cup Patrick's face as he kissed him, not to heal him but to apologise, to show him how much he had missed him, too. "I'm so sorry."

[ameliakfischer]

{ sms }

Mel: Would like to meet Miguel in the morning, would also like you to be near by...

Mel: What do you say?

[ameliakfischer]

@patrickxfischer​

“Hey,” Raising a hand, Amelia managed to weave through the crowds of those lined up around the main areas of Ignition. Notably when she caught sight of her husband in the far off corner, though it seemed he didn’t hear as she narrowly side stepped yet another member. “Watch it.” The woman hissed, glaring in their direction. “Patrick!” Calling out once more, she found herself stalled by a set of arms in which she turned in their direction. “You do realize I’m Amelia Krongold, the sweatpants don’t change my surname so you best remove your hands from me.”