Apr 25, 2015
“ So did you know your watch has a stun setting? “
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“ So did you know your watch has a stun setting? “
“ Honesty is a good thing, isn’t it Harry? Like how I was honest with you about my acting jobs, and you were when you told me about your jobs. I’d like to think I’ve been pretty honest about everything. I just- have you? “
reading morning sexual backrubs on my dash like nbd
Twinkles Over Torchwood || Harry/Professor Moriarty
In the late 1800s times were tough. You had to make something of yourself in order to stay off the cold and filthy streets, in order to have warmth at night. James Moriarty had taken to studies when he was very young and had excelled with his intelligence. He was unbelievably smart and excelled in multiple subjects, especially math. Mathematics and astronomy, theoretical physics .. these were things he specialized in -- and it wasn’t too long until the young man was attending university. His utter genius had him wanting to teach others and put the old men of the state in their place, and at a very young age he had already made discoveries in space and written two books.
In fact, he had just finished teaching a class, and the students were leaving. He was standing before a large blackboard, with high waisted trousers and suspenders. It was classic black and light blue Victorian garb, and he wore it well. Books were all about his desk as he ordered the young scientists exiting the room. “ Make sure you read chapters 4 through 8, be prepared for your test on Friday afternoon. “ He turned away as the students filed out, toward the blackboard so he could erase what was written.
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College||closed
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Christopher dragged his old, beaten up suitcase towards his dorm, still tired from the long train ride to Cambridge. He opened the door, only to see his well dressed roommate already unpacking. He sighed, again feeling so out of place here amongst the wealthy of the world. Growing up poorer made him feel lesser, a feeling often encouraged by those around him, and he hoped that his roommate would be different.
“Hello. I’m Christopher.”
Raise Me. (This could be interesting :D )
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours
-plays fast and loose with the definition of resurrection-
No, no, no, no.
This isn’t happening. Damn it Harry this isn’t happening.
Merlin leaned over the other agent, yelling at Lancelot to give him some cover while he pressed on Harry’s chest in rapid compressions. He had to get his heart pumping until there was enough quiet to get out some of the medical supplies he had with him.
“You better fucking live, Galahad or I will kill you myself.” Merlin muttered to himself, increasing the speed of the chest compressions, checking his pulse. There was one, but it was barely there. Finally the shooting seemed to stop, and Merlin could see what caused him to fall down. He found a dart in his neck, some sort of neurotoxin, he guessed. He pulled it out and put the mini defib unit (cleverly hidden in a cell phone) and put the electrodes onto his chest, charging the unit until his heart started up again. He stabilized him and yelled at Lancelot to get the damn plane ready and help him carry Harry.
♢
♢:Forehead or cheek kisses
Merlin leaned into the kiss slightly, smiling at his partner. “You know, if you’re going to sell this cover, I’m going to demand more than that, darling.”