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Candy Cane - Deaf!Rich Verse QBrook
Writing little fics for my beloved @imreallyjustanactor based off our wonderful ship and the prompts found here. This one, candy cane.
It hadn’t taken long for Rich to decide that he wanted to relocate to London and directly into Cris’ flat. They were still in the honeymoon phase of the relationship, where everything was wonderful and now it was Christmas. It was Cris’ favourite time of the year and now he had Rich to celebrate with.
The two were curled on the couch, Rich reading and Cris working on his computer with their feet touching in the middle. It was a companionable moment where they had nothing to do but be together.
Kicking Rich’s foot lightly, Cris signed, “Tea?” as he stood to get some for himself.
Rich signed, “Please,” in return and Cris hurried off to the kitchen to make their drinks. On his way back to the couch, Cris grinned as he saw them sitting there on the counter and grabbed a couple and stuck them in his pocket.
He set the teas on the table and pulled the book from Rich’s hand, placing it next to the mugs. With a grin, he handed a candy cane to his lover. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he signed, leaning in to kiss Rich with all the love he felt.
Snow - Catfish verse QBrook
Writing little fics for my beloved @imreallyjustanactor based off our wonderful ship and the prompts found here. This one, snow.
Cris still couldn’t believe his luck. Somehow, of all the people in the world, Richard Brook had fallen in love with him. Even though Cris had basically accused him of being a liar when they met. But here they were, enjoying a date on a cold London night, bundled up enough that no one had recognized Rich and they were allowed to act like a normal couple and not a celebrity and his unknown lover.
Walking along the Thames, holding hands and simply reveling in the chance to be together without their jobs getting in the way, Cris smiled as he saw the first few flakes of snow begin to fall. He smiled at Rich, feeling breathless at the beauty of his boyfriend, particularly as the white flakes gathered on his eyelashes and made him look otherworldly.
“I love you,” Cris said, saying what he had felt for a while but worried about putting into words. The moment seemed right and his hands rested on Rich’s hips as he looked at his love.
Rich seemed speechless for a moment before he kissed Cris long and hard, pulling back long enough to smiled, “I love you too.”
Hot Chocolate - Main Verse QBrook
Writing little fics for my beloved @imreallyjustanactor based off our wonderful ship and the prompts found here. Today, hot chocolate.
“Daddy! PLEASE!”
Olivia’s voice carried over the park from where she was playing to the bench where Cris and Rich had brought her to play. Thomas napped in his carriage next to them while Cris and Rich chatted until Olivia pulled their attention back to her.
Cris was honestly puzzled, unsure what their daughter was begging for until he saw where she was looking. A small cart was located on the far side of the park and even from where they were sitting, both men could read a sign claiming “Ireland’s Best Hot Chocolate!”
A glance at Rich, the question asked wordlessly and Rich nodded in the same manner. Leaving his husband and their tiny son at the bench, Cris collected Olivia and the two of them went to get three cups of cocoa and brought them back to the rest of the family.
Olivia babbled happily about all the games she had been playing while they drank their cocoa and her fathers listened, smiles on their faces at the adorableness of their Livvy.
Star - Royalty QBrook
Writing little fics for my beloved @imreallyjustanactor based off our wonderful ship and the prompts found here. First one, star.
“Make a wish,” Cris murmured into Rich’s ear. The two had climbed to the tallest tower in the palace, seeking some privacy. The hustle and bustle of palace life often became too much and so they sought out their time alone where they could. Curled together under a blanket, with mugs of tea in their hands, Cris looked out over the darkening sky to see the first star of the night twinkling softly.
Rich followed Cris’ gaze to the star and sighed as he leaned back against his lover. “My wish already came true,” he replied with a kiss, and as they sat there, Cris knew it to be true. His wish came true when Rich had told him he loved him and continued to come true every single day. He didn’t know what the future held for them with Rich being the prince and Cris simply his servant, but Cris didn’t care. They were together and they were happy and nothing could ever pull them apart.
-chants- QBROOK, QBROOK, QBROOK!
Who gets excited about Halloween in July: Rich. They both do but I think Rich gets excited first.
Who starts wearing sweaters and scarves on the first day of September and completely overheats: Q. He lives in them year round.
Who thrives in Fall/Who prefers Summer and warm weather: I think they both prefer fall. They curl up with blankets and tea and are adorable together.
Who thinks the other looks so cute when they’re cold and trying to fight it with 50 sweaters: Honestly, there are a lot of sweaters going on in this relationship so I think it’s a tie.
Who offers the other their jacket: Depends on who forgot theirs that day.
Who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold and has to run from the warm covers to the shower: Q. Neither likes to but Q makes a big show out of not getting out of bed.
Who touches the other with their freezing cold feet at night: Q. Poor circulation makes for very cold feet.
Who makes the hot cider to snuggle under a blanket and drink: Rich. It’s probably one of his favourite things of the season.
Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300: Rich.
Who is terrible at carving pumpkins: Q. Again, binary pumpkins aren’t fun. They’re just weird.
Who thinks pulling the pumpkin guts out with their hands is icky: Rich.
What is their favourite Fall activity: Corn mazes!
Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies: Rich, easy.
Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters: Both if they are both home, Rich if not.
Who accidentally scares the kids: Q, he tends to go overboard.
Who suggested the couples costume: Rich but Q is very excited about the idea.
What is their couples costume: Romeo and Mercutio from Romeo and Juliet.
What is the best Halloween they ever had: Rich was in a play so Q waited for him outside the stage door to ask for his autograph, dressed as a cat. They ended up getting up to no good in Rich’s dressing room after the crowd had dissipated.
What is the worst Halloween they ever had: Q was stuck at work and Rich had to stay home in his costume alone.
Who eats too much candy and ends up sick the next day: Both. It’s rather ridiculous really.
Immortality in His Arms || QBrook
Mortality.
It was something everyone had to face eventually. Generally people tried not to think about the fact that one day they would die. It was a difficult thought to process, never wanting to admit that someday they would cease to exist. Most people hoped that when their end came it was peaceful, slipping away in their sleep or surrounded by the ones they loved most.
Cris was not most people. He faced it day in and day out. Every day, he stepped into MI6 wondering if he would be able to walk out at the end of the day or if he would be carried. The life expectancy of those who worked for Her Majesty’s Secret Service was not long, even for those who worked inside headquarters. As Q, he knew the risks and faced them head on, certain that what he was doing was for the betterment of Queen and Country.
When he walked into their small flat and saw Rich there each evening, Cris let out a sigh of relief. It meant he had survived another day. Another night he could spend holding the one man who made him question everything he did because Rich was the only person who meant more to Cris than his job.
After dinner and normal evening activities, the two men would climb into their bed, sometimes making love and other times falling asleep immediately. But it never failed that sometime in the dead of night, Cris would wake, pull his sleeping lover into his arms and breathe deeply, memorizing that scent of love and home. He cherished these moments, these quiet times when there was nothing in the world but Cris and Rich. Q would entertain the idea of leaving MI6, of running away with the love of his life and living the quiet existence that most of humanity cherished. It would never happen. He was too engrained in his career to consider walking away but in the night when it was just Cris and his thoughts, looking at the sleeping form of the man who held his heart, it was a pleasant thought.
In those quiet morning hours, Cris would whisper into Rich’s hair. Sometimes simple, sweet nothings. Sometimes deep, poetic thoughts. Sometimes, it was quotes from their favourite plays, ones they had seen together a hundred times and that Cris wished to see a hundred more.
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: I have more care to stay than will to go: Come, death, and welcome! Crispin wills it so.
But as it never failed, the sun still rose and when daylight began to shine through their window once more, Cris pressed his lips to Rich’s, pulling sleepy kisses from his love. Every day he feared it was the last one they would share and so he tried to convey all his love in that simple gesture. If he did not return that evening, if he left his husband a widower, Cris knew that Rich would know how much he was loved. How Rich was the daylight in his life, even in the dark of night.
And once more he would pull his body from their welcoming bed, ready to face his mortality once more, hoping only to return to that heaven in several hours hence.
I thought off retirement qbrook on my last day to work and then I got sad.