Freddie: Where have you been?
Bel: Buying pornography. You?
Freddie: Picking up Fascists.
Bel: Wonderful.
Me: You are my favourite OTP.
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Freddie: Where have you been?
Bel: Buying pornography. You?
Freddie: Picking up Fascists.
Bel: Wonderful.
Me: You are my favourite OTP.
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Drabble requests...
As my very own Moneypenny, en-dejlig-rosa, has just asked, I might as well, too. Any prompts would be greatly appreciated, as my ask is still open for them. I've done two so far, which were enormous fun.
Hey, if you're up for it a Pre- The Hour Bel and Freddie friendship Drabble would be great. And sometimes modern AUs work well. Have fun writing!
A/N: Great prompt :) I thought I’d combine the two, since they’re both really cool and I didn’t have the heart to pick between the two! I hope it’s alright, and not too sappy for you.
“Why did you let me sit like that?” Freddie whined, shaking his legs out as he and his colleague walked through Regents Park, making him look like he was doing some sort of odd dance.
“Your decision, not mine,” Bel replied, trying not to laugh out loud at his childish attitude, “not my fault you decided to sit cross-legged for an hour and a half, is it?”
“No, I suppose it isn’t, really,” he admitted, grumbling slightly as his legs ached. The pair had decided to sit on the green, drinking tea and talking about how much of a bastard George, their boss, was.
“Well, there’s one thing you can blame me for, and that’s making you wear sun cream,” Bel mentioned, chuckling as Freddie’s expression turned to a scowl.
“Yes, that is one thing I can blame you for, actually,” he replied. He had told Bel how much he hated the stuff, but she had still forced him to wear it (“what are you, my mother?” he had complained).
“Well, it’s better than you going home with sunburn,” she told him, “you’d really regret it when it came to sleeping – that’s when it gets hellish-”
“Alright, alright, you win,” Freddie cut her off, “I was wrong, you were sensible, blah, blah, blah…” he trailed off, tugging absentmindedly at the bottom of his t-shirt.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Bel muttered, knowing he would only bring the whole mood down by being grumpy. An idea formulated in her head, a grin coming over her face as she reached out towards him quickly, saying, “tag!” before running away from him quickly.
“Moneypenny, you’ve got to be joking,” he called after her, knowing it was pointless trying to stop her in her game as he raced after her, “now who’s not being sensible?”
He steadily caught up with her, despite the burning in his legs from his cross-legged position earlier on, wrapping his arms around her waist as he tackled her, both laughing loudly as they tried not to trip over.
“Bond, let go!” she cried, turning around to face him, “your turn to run now,” she told him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Taking the bait, Freddie took off again, chuckling to himself at the hacked off pensioners tutting in their direction as they raced along the footpath, Bel’s footsteps sounding further away with every pace.
“Alright Freddie, you win!” he heard Bel call, her voice quite distant as he doubled over, his breathing heavy as he waited for her to catch him up. What he wasn’t expecting was a sudden weight on his back as he stood up straight, legs wrapping around his waist.
He definitely did not squeal like a girl as he gripped tightly, trying hard not to drop her as he steadied himself, turning his head to look at her once he was completely settled, “do you take pleasure in scaring me, Moneypenny?”
“Well, if it always makes you squeal like a little girl then certainly I do,” she replied smugly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he began to walk, both chuckling as they made their way home.
Drabble Requests
Ladies and Gentlemen, my ask box is now open for business - send in your 'The Hour' drabble requests, and I'll hopefully get around to writing them. I will adore you forever. xx
Excuse me while I watch S1E3, drink shandy and have feels.
Fanfiction Update
Oh Hai there. I know I said that I would have this update out a lot sooner then I got around to it. A new Job I started put me a bit behind schedule. Alright, it put me a lot behind schedule. I've also been working intently on something new for the Sherlock community. However to avoid gaps in delivery on that story I would like to get at least 4-5 chapters finished on it before I start to post. I'm up to chapter 3 so I may post it later tonight.
Anyways, Here is chapter 3 of crystalized. HOPE YOU ENJOY :D
Title:Crystalized
Rating:R
Summary:Post 2X06 Freddie survives his run in with and is now coming back to the hour. His injuries however, has left him the shell of a man he once was. Maybe a bit of danger will liven him up again. BelxFreddie
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8831264/3/Crystalized
30 Day OTP Challenge: a series of one-shots for Freddie and Bel.