Yutsu

I write mainly for mtp/ynm Sherliam real !!! Not particularly active Requests open

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Information + Masterlist

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I had some trouble with the gmail I previously used, on my previous account, I have successfully figured it out and will continue to post on this account

(Please someone help me how do you work tumblr 😭😭)

Note that there most likely will be some sort of spoiler if you are not up to date with the series

I absolutely adore sherliam and William, so if I currently do not have any requests, expect sherliam or William posts.

(No exceptionally fancy layout because I am not able to figure how Tumblr works 💀💀)

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Under normal circumstances, I will post once a week, though the amount of days may be shortened or extended by little amounts. That is depending on what I need to get finished during the week, since I usually try to fulfill requests.

I am currently taking requests.

Note that I will not write all requests, depending on the character and scenario (I may ignore a request if I know absolutely nothing about the topic or have not a clue on how to write it), processing time for any request may take up to weeks.

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Lime

-Extremely thin chance I will write actual NSFW, maybe a few head cannons-

Character x reader insert

Character x character

Romantic relationship

Platonic relationship

Mostly gender neutral reader

If not requested and involves body parts will mostly be gender neutral

If no detail on gender and involves some type of body part I will go with male

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

What I will not write:

As said before most likely no NSFW except head cannons

Lime of underage characters (obvious no NSFW)

Usual boundaries (I do not feel like listing them all 💀)

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

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Masterlist (characters I will write for):

Sherliam:

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William James Moriarty:

——— !! Angst and and comfort !! Gender Neutral reader !! TW !! : Slight teasing (very light lime) Romantic relationship ——— Word count

Sherlock Holmes:

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Albert James Moriarty:

——— !! Angst no comfort !! Gender Neutral reader !! Tw !! : Mentions of using people, weapons, blood and death Can be taken platonically

Louis James Moriarty:

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Henry Antrim:

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Fred Porlock:

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Sebastian Moran:

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James Bond/Irene Adler:

Heyo! I saw you had requests open, if you are up to it, could you write a lil headcanon of James Bonde just playing with his girlfriends hai

Von Herder:

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Mycroft Holmes:

Hi, could you write Mycroft Holmes x gender neutral reader where they cuddle after Mycroft come late from work? Thank you! ——— !! Fluff !!

hi! your imagine was amazing, thank you so much for answering. i hope you don’t mind but may i request a mycroft x reader again but with som

(If a character who is not present on the list is requested I will most likely accept it and add them)

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

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There is barely any mtp content on Tumblr ughh

I love those silly little fellas so much it’s painful

(English is not my first language and it also is not my last, so forgive me for any grammar mistakes)

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Early Morning -William James Moriarty x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : Slight teasing (very light lime)

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 709 words

A/n: Finally, William post !!! He’s my top kin and I adore him an unhealthy amount

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It is currently early in the morning, too early for anyone to be up. Your ears catch a light rustle of sound. Being able to identify it as your lover, William, sitting up while beside you, you roll over and shift your gaze up to the blonde.

“Liam? Unable to sleep?” You ask lazily. “It seems so. Is a good morning kiss available?” William replies. He has been perfectly conscious, laying on the shared bed for a great deal of hours already, and after having the auditory perception of hearing you waking up, he smiles tenderly at his lover.

You pull him down, under the covers once again. William is met with a loving embrace as you softly place your lips on his. “Good morning, love.” William mutters. He kisses you with passion, gently pressing his and your lips together for an extensive amount of time. William feels the warm, adoring embrace of the love of his life close to him. He is truly unable to imagine a life without you by his side.

Gently nibbling on his lips isn’t enough for you, this results in the continuation of changing to kiss his neck with affection. “Mhm…” William gives a small moan as his neck is lightly bitten and kissed. Clearly vividly cherishing the attention and affection you are giving him. “I love you so much.” He whispers faintly.

“The feeling is very much mutual.” You add. You burrow your head into William’s chest, refusing to break the embrace. “Do you perhaps wish to get some breakfast?” William asks in a low and soothing voice, feeling extra comfortable and collected beside you.

“You should rest, at least for a moderate bit more… or we could have a different kind of breakfast~” You respond teasingly, looking up at him with a smirk. William’s returning chuckle is filled with tenderness. “I see what you are implying, you naughty, little monster.” He says, his crimson orbs shining softly, as if they were rubies.

“Just sleep for a while more, you need more rest than what you have received.” You mutter. You tightly clutch William, trapping him in your clasp while also rendering him unable to escape.

William sighs. “Fine.” He responds gingerly, closing his eyes once again. “Do you wish to cuddle for a little while longer?” He negotiates. Your eyes light up with happiness at his words. “I suppose that means yes.” William says, smiling tenderly while pressing himself closer to you.

William can feel his arms wrapped around his beautiful lover while you’re returning the embrace. William is enjoying the warmth and closeness of your body against his own. You proceed to burrow your head into his broad chest on instinct, dozing off from the level of comfort.

“You look adorable when you’re close to falling asleep.” William whispers. He strokes your hair with a gentle and benevolent touch, appreciating the moment of togetherness and the feeling of being close to his lover. After a short period of time flies by, both you and William succumb to sleep. William had dozed off comfortably with you in his arms.

By the time the two of you wake up, the sun is already shining brightly outside the room. Sunlight peeks into the shared bedroom, a pleasant and summery warmth filling it. William yawns widely and stretches himself, yawning again. His soft, blonde hair is standing on end and his eyes are still barely open.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” William whispers, caressing your cheek and gently shaking you awake. You respond with a lazy yawn and good morning. “Did you have a good sleep, my love?” William asks tenderly, cuddling and kissing your cheek, smiling softly at his lover.

“Very much so, how about you?” You respond. “I slept well too. You are such a cozy sleeper.” William whispers softly, cuddling closer to his lover and burying his face in your hair. "I could stay in bed with you all day," He whispers gently. "There's nothing I fancy further than simply being with you and feeling your warm embrace."

William holds you close, deeply savoring the affection of his lover close to him.

The two of you continue to stay in bed, enjoying the moment for a while more, before finally getting up for breakfast.

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hi! your imagine was amazing, thank you so much for answering. i hope you don’t mind but may i request a mycroft x reader again but with some angst, where they have a really bad argument? they can break up or reconcile - it’s up to you!

Argument -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-

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!! Angst with comfort !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : Argument and smoking/nicotine mentions

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 1098 words

A/n: (I have returned !!) I chose to have a happy ending, I hope you’re fine with that ! I also have no idea what the argument should be about, so I did not specify it, I hope you also do not mind that

This is serving as such a good distraction from the suffocating air in this plane 😭😭

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It was a rainy day, both on the inside and out. You are laying on a relaxing and comfortable bed, the one that you and Mycroft shared. Usually, the two of you would be resting together, but last night was contradictive. Mycroft did not return home, he had most likely been staying in his office for the night.

You knew clearly what was the cause of this, during the night before yesterday, the two of you had an argument, not pleasant at all. “I despise you.” His words hurt like a excruciating stab wound, engraved onto your brain, haunting you.

The curtains were not open, but a faint luminescence emits still from them. The silence filling the air is harmonized by the rain, softly tapping at your window. At first, the tapping was simply background music, but now it seemed to become louder and louder, driving you to the brink of insanity as you hid under the warm blanket.

You decide to finally let go of the comforting embrace of your blanket which is as soft as a feather. You begin to sit up against the chilly bed frame. Your eyes are slightly swollen from the tears of last night mixed with the fact how you did not get the recommended amount of sleep, no, way less than that.

You simply sit there, blankly staring down the thin strips of light that had succeeded in escaped the cover of the gloomy curtains. You slowly and painfully recall the recent events, fatigue weighing down on you as you do.

It was presumptively one of the worst fights you’ve ever had with Mycroft, not psychical, but equally painful. You sat on your soft bed, rethinking the whole conversation over and over again, recalling every single tiny detail as if it only happened seconds ago.

By the time you realized you should perhaps head out for a breather, hours had passed since you sat up, the rain had died down. Getting out of bed was not difficult, you were wide awake ages ago. The very moment you step out from your blanket, the icy cold air bites at your skin.

After getting dressed and brushing your teeth you head straight outside, forgetting about breakfast entirely. It wasn’t too early in the morning, you stuff your house keys into your pocket, the sound of steady footsteps arising from your shoes. The air was particularly nice, cool and fresh, just what you needed.

The grass was damp, water droplets still resting on the emerald leaves that sprout from the earthy dirt. Every wave of sound was automatically blocked out by your ears, granting you the calmness you had wished for. The frown painted on your face, at long last, disappeared.

It was late in the evening when you finally returned home. During your stroll you had purchased some delectable food at a befitting bakery and had a cup of warm coffee.

You approach the front door to your and Mycroft’s shared house. By the amount of times you saw the door, you could tell when someone entered after you left. After you left the door, it had been unlocked from the outside and then locked from the inside. You stood there, slowly extending a hand to unlock the door, puzzled at who could and would enter.

It appeared you forgot about him, you had forgotten about Mycroft for a good couple of hours. “Mycroft…” You mutter, your memory finally refreshes as you unconsciously say his name. Your hand movements stop entirely, freezing up on the spot.

Your heart races, you don’t quite know what to do, open the door or stay out for longer? You knew deep down, the argument did not result into hate for Mycroft, you had said some pretty hurtful things too, but you just didn’t know at all what to do to fix the relationship.

You take a deep breath and place the keys into the keyhole, turning them as your ear takes in the sound of a familiar click. With your shaking hands, you turn the door handle and push the door open.

You look around and observe the room, Mycroft was most certainly present in the area, his once shiny shoes sitting near the front door accompanied with the difference in placement of a chair at the dining table proved that. After taking off your shoes and carefully placing them next to the door you walk around.

He was not in any room, not sitting on any furniture, you had searched most rooms. It was until you plopped yourself down on the couch you felt a small breeze graze your skin, it was coming from the sliding glass doors to the balcony along with a faint smell of nicotine.

You approach the balcony doors, brushing the silky curtains to the side, revealing the sight of Mycroft standing on the balcony. His back was turned to you but you could spot the smoke forming from each drag of the cigarette he made. It is without a doubt, you were not happy at all with Mycroft’s actions, he had promised he would avoid smoking a while ago, keeping his promise until now.

You slide open the glass door, Mycroft immediately puts out the cigarette on an ashtray and turns around to face you, as if nothing occurred at all a second ago. As he turns to face you, you can observe and notice that his lips are quite dry, the cigarette he had clearly wasn’t his first in a while. In addition to that there are very visible eye bags, he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

The moment the two of your eyes met, tears spill from Mycroft’s eyes, he had evidently been holding it in for quite a while. He walks towards you and holds you in a tight embrace. “Please, just allow me to do this for a while,” Mycroft whispers. You are caught off guard by this.

After some time you both head inside and make some tea. Eventually, the two of you talk about the matter and came to an agreement. Mycroft had also promised he would try his best to avoid turning to nicotine no matter what happens.

The following night was better than every other one you experienced, the two of you holding each other in an embrace while sleeping peacefully under the familiar warm blanket. The aftertaste of the argument entirely washed away. The both of you finally being able to receive sleep, the rain had begun again, but this time it was in forms of soft and calming taps on the window.

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Notice

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No pieces of writing in this post, I forgot to mention I’ll be going away for a while with no access to Tumblr 😭😭

I can and will most definitely ensure I finish the requests I have along with a few other scenarios I wish to write and post them in around 2 weeks time.

(Please give me more requests so I can entertain myself 🥹)

Thank you all for the support and temporarily goodbye !

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Heyo! I saw you had requests open, if you are up to it, could you write a lil headcanon of James Bonde just playing with his girlfriends hair? (And if I can be specific maybe short boyish hair, but if not I completely understand)

Anyways thank you! <3

Relaxing -James Bonde x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : None that I am aware of

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 689 words

A/n: I decided to fulfill the specific hairstyle but also include longer too in the head canons. I hope it’s okay and you can forgive me if I remove pronouns and make it gender neutral, I believe it doesn’t make too much of a difference. I also felt like adding a little extra writing since the head canons are relatively brief and limited

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Head canons:

James would love playing around with your hair whenever he has the chance

He adores your hair so much no matter if it is straight, wavy or curly

Sometimes the two of you would just sit down and relax, with James running his fingers through your hair

James would run his smooth and slender fingers extremely soft and affectionately through the strands of your hair

Very careful not to be the cause of any discomfort or pain on you

For short length hair: James would brush his fingers gently through your hair, moving it around and occasionally planting a few braids before letting go of it and watching the braids fall out of shape

For medium or long length hair: James would run his fingers delicately through your hair, brushing all the way through it before playing around with the shape

The sensation is extremely calming

He can never quite get enough of your soft hair passing by his fingertips

James would stop a couple time and give you a quick peck on the lips or cheek

Unconsciously, James' lips would curve into a smile and his eyes would soften, clearly enjoying it dearly

You would not catch his sweet little smile since he would primarily occupy the space behind you when playing with your hair

When you feel tired or stressed James would try to help in any way he can

After a long day James would give you a simple but effective scalp massage

He would definitely tie your hair in all sorts of fancy ways using appealing hair ties and numerous accessories when feeling additionally playful

You were sitting on a chair, enjoying a nice and warm cup filled with coffee while examining a recent newspaper. Your gaze shifted from the dusty newspaper to your boyfriend, James, as he entered the room. He made his way in an average speed towards you, pulling out a chair to sit beside you as he focused his attention on the newspaper too.

“Anything interesting?” James asked. Your reply was honest, “Not really.” After all it’s not often that a intriguing matter appears in the papers. Without a warning, James pulled you close to him, holding you in an embrace as he rests his head on your shoulder as he peers down at the newspaper.

After a short period of time, James became bored, losing interest in the paper. He leans back and the first thing that is able to catch his eye is your hair. He extends his delicate hands and run them through your hair. You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You really wish to make use of every opportunity you get to touch my hair, don’t you?”

“I do quite love it.” James replies, the corner of his lips curling to a smile, clearly enjoying it. The newspaper resting on the table is long forgotten by now, the only thing occupying your mind being your cute boyfriend. Neither of you begin another conversation, but it is not awkward. In fact, it’s quite the contrary, the two of you enjoy the moment of peace, appreciating the other’s company.

James brushes his comforting fingers through your soft hair, slightly pulling gently at your strands in an attempt to form a small ponytail. The sensation of James’ digits running through your hair is exceedingly relaxing, you are fully convinced you could most definitely fall asleep at his touch. James shifts his body to move his face closer to yours, giving you a quick peck on the lips that show his affection even further.

He then continues playing with your hair, currently forming a short lengthened braid on the left side of your head. “I don’t happen to be inflicting pain by doing this right?” James questions genuinely. You shake your head, letting out a sigh, a sigh that represents relaxation. His attention is fully on how your strands of hair fall from his fingers as he rakes them through it.

“Have I told you how much I adore you and your hair?” James questioned with a soft smile. You laugh, turning your head to kiss James once more.

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Hi, could you write Mycroft Holmes x gender neutral reader where they cuddle after Mycroft come late from work? Thank you!

Home Late -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : None that I am aware of

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 637 words

A/n: I'M SO SORRY, THE REPLY IS SO DELAYED. I had end of term exams to complete and study for, after that I managed to forget I even had Tumblr for a good few weeks... This is so short too... I swear I'll write more in the next approaching weeks to make up for it

Help what is short for Mycroft-? Mycky??? Mycro???? 😭😭😭

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You are Mycroft Holmes' partner, the two of you sharing a mutual love for the other. It is currently late into the night, the comfortable cushions belonging to the sofa nudging against your night wear. Your eyelids were heavy, staying awake was becoming more and more of an arduous challenge.

But your body jolts up, the mist fogging up your brain and train of thoughts vanishing in an instant. The cause was the nearing noise of familiar footsteps approaching the front entrance, followed by the impossible to miss sound of rustling and jingling of keys. You watch from the couch as the front door is unlocked and opened, an exhausted Mycroft walks in.

He closes the door, Mycroft drops his bag which most likely contains a great deal of important files. He lets out a yawn, a long tired yawn. He looks about, his drowsy eyes stopping in the direction of where you as well as the couch occupies. Mycroft's expression changes to one of happiness mixed with fatigue. "You are still awake?" He says quietly, closing his eyes momentarily and enjoying the warmth of the shared house.

Mycroft's eyes open again, his gaze returning to you, his soft warm look becoming a gentle smile. "It's been a hectic day. I'm relieved I'm finally home." He mutters. Mycroft's movements are sluggish, his hair a mess, he looks like a total slob, but strangely attractive. Mycroft makes his way over to you and takes a seat on the couch, right next to you.

"Good evening." You say to Mycroft. He fails to reply and is about to rest his head on your shoulder, before pausing and stopping himself. You can practically see the great amount of effort he is putting into to not just situate his head on your shoulder and fall asleep right then and there.

You sigh at his actions. "Oh Mycroft, refrain from overworking yourself..." You murmur. Mycroft's smile slightly broadens, his eyes softening as he finally gives in, you feel his head falling onto your shoulder. Mycroft proceeds to nuzzle into you for a moment, exhaling with great tiredness.

"I apologize, darling. It has been quite the busy week. But no need to worry, you always manage to calm me." Mycroft breathes out in a hushed tone. "That's good, you comfort me quite a bit too." You whisper in reply as you reach your hand out and secure it on the back of his head.

Mycroft smiles at your touch. "I am truly glad I'm the one that can provide to you the peace you deserve." He mutters lazily while his hands fall into yours, he proceeds to lace his and your fingers together, holding your tender hands tightly as your eyes meet. Mycroft pulls you in and presses a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, not pulling away for several minutes. "I am undoubtedly lucky to have you, my dear..." He whispers, millimeters away from drifting off to sleep.

You laugh softly at his state. "We're both exceedingly tired, aren't we?" You whisper. "How about we cuddle then go to our bedroom and get some proper rest?" You suggest. The reply you receive is a tired mutter of "Mmm... that sounds... like a splendid idea..."

Conveniently, the two of you are in a comfortable and cosy position, laying down on the couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Mycroft lays his head down on your shoulder and presses his body closer to yours.

The two of you never made it into the bedroom to sleep, within minutes of snuggling up nice and warm against each other, both you and Mycroft ended up drifting into deep sleep. The warmth of Mycroft's embrace shielding you from all unpleasantries.

Staying awake and awaiting Mycroft's return may be a challenge, but the rewards are advantageous.

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Pointless Regret -Albert James Moriarty x GN Reader-

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!! Angst no comfort !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : Mentions of using people, weapons, blood and death

Can be taken platonically and romantically I believe? Up to you to pick which you prefer

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Word count: 1627 words

A/n: First post !! What a great way to start with some good old angst 😋 I don’t even know why I chose Albert first, he’s like my 3rd favorite

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It was late into the rainy night, you were unable to sleep due to the constant tapping of the crystal clear drops as if they were seeking some sort of revenge on the window of your room in the Moriarty mansion. Not wanting to wake anyone up you gently turned the doorknob of your door, intending to go for a short stroll through the ill-lit mansion.

While focusing on your footsteps to make sure they were unheard a gap of light catches your attention, the source was from the room which was occupied by Albert. Your mind was coming up with all the differing possibilities of why he was still awake at this hour. Quietly approaching his door you wondered if it was truly alright to check up on him due to your concern, for he is the closest person to you from the group.

Three simple knocks were delivered on his door, you hear the familiar voice granting you permission to enter with the words “Come in.” You enter and spot Albert occupying a chair, staring out at the rain through a clear, glass window. His hazel hair appears to be more messy than usual, the papers on his desk matching them as they were disorganized and scattered all around.

Infatuated in how majestic he appeared under dim light you are quick to observe how Albert seems a bit more on edge than usual. He turns his head to fixate his sparkling emerald eyes on you, your attention diverts to his lips as he opens them and speaks in a slightly posh English accent. “Oh y/n it is you? What is it you need…?” You quickly snap out of the trance and reply, telling him it’s getting quite late and he should get some rest. Albert’s expression is one of confusion, “Why? Why would you care whether or not I sleep?” Although it sounded like a unorthodox question to ask, he was genuinely puzzled.

“Because I care about you, I care about your health,” you reply. “I’m sure you do, would you care to be more specific?” He asked, his voice consisted of a small amount of disdain as for being told to sleep. Despite that, Albert did not show it anyplace on his dimly lit face, his expression remained one of calm and impassive as the waters on a still lake.

After a few seconds Albert placed a finger to his lips in contemplation before looking back at you. “Why do you care?” He asked. “I care about you because you are my friend Albert, is it not the obvious?” You reply, sounding slightly pissed. You are about to open your mouth again to make a remark but Albert speaks before you, “A wise man once told me, a friend only exists because of the utility they can provide.” He comments simply, the gaze in this eyes transforming into a hard and cold one. “What utility do I provide you?”.

You are slightly astounded by what he says, finally deciding to say “You really do not get it, do you…” You look down, furrowing your eyebrows, “Well, I suppose that means you are simply using me, care to explain what benefits you get from me?”.

The air felt tense, there was tension in the air as the conversation between you and Albert continued. Albert gives his answer to your question. “I know you are intelligent. I can feel your mind just pulsing, and I am not afraid to admit I’m drawn to intelligence like a moth to a flame.” He explains, holding out a one hand while his sharp perceptive eyes stare straight into yours.

Your expression is one of a bunch of commingled expressions, some including anger, annoyance and also… sadness. “Would you even care if I something was to happen to me?” You ask. “A life isn’t all that important. Does it bother you that I happen to value your mind more than your friendship?” Albert says simply, smiling and staring right at you, he was being completely honest.

“All life is in the end is a set of chemical and biological reactions. The fact that a human can even think about their own existence is irrelevant outside of our species. Do animals care if they die or if others in their species die? No. And so why should we be any different?” Albert comments, daring to look you in the eyes as he says it.

It feels as if a sword strikes you right in the heart, “I see… goodnight.” You stride out of the room without looking back and return to your own room, your current emotions matching the gloomy storm that is raging outside.

Albert sits in silence, his face suddenly taking on a darker expression. He stared into the night sky, his eyes darkening like a lightning bolt in a storm, and there was suddenly some sadness behind his eyes. Had he made a mistake by saying that? Had he lost a friend tonight? Should he go back and say something? No… no, he couldn't do that. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to trust his gut… but he couldn't help feeling he had made a mistake.

In the following mission, the goal was to get rid of a murderer. Albert was required to come as a colonel of the British forces, his role was to take the man back dead or alive. Due to that, it was only the two of you being sent on the mission.

You were mid battle with the man, you spot a bullet zooming towards Albert, at this rate it would pierce into him. Without a extensive amount of time to consider, you quickly attempt to stop the bullet. Leaping towards it, you manage to deflect the zooming bullet with the dagger in your hand, but during that your attention was too absorbed in stopping the bullet you had failed to notice a bullet traveling at a rapid pace towards you.

You send your dagger in the direction of the murderer, as you do so the bullet heading towards you was only a mere few centimeters away from your flesh. The moment seems to freeze as it comes to your realization there is no way of stopping it.

The bullet comes to impact with your skin, piercing right through your heart. You let out a cough of blood followed by a grim smile as you notice your knife had managed to strike your opponent right in the neck, rendering him unable to move. Your body no longer listened to your commands as it disobeys you, making you collapse beside Albert.

Albert looks down in surprise at you as you collapsed beside him, but he is quick to realize what you had done. He looked around wildly, searching for the shooter... he saw that you had managed to take him down, however. He stared at you for a moment in shock as his eyes widened slightly but he quickly recovered. “What happened!?” Albert exclaims in horror as he quickly drops to his knees, afraid of what was to come for you.

Albert’s eyes starting at you as his hands flew around your chest, searching for the wound. “I’m… glad, I could at the very least be of use to you… even if you don’t care.” You whisper while giving him a soft smile, you start to feel lightheaded as a pool of crimson expands around you rapidly.

“You’re… you’re not going to make…” Albert’s voice trails off, sounding very panicked as he gently holds you, staring down at you with tearful emerald eyes. “You're not going to make it, are you?” He says, his voice breaking as tears start to prick his eyes and threaten to fall from his face.

“But it’s fine, is it not? I’m truly glad you won’t be affected by this loss, and I was able to protect you, you don’t care if I were to pass away right?” You smile up to him, unable to return his embrace.

“No, it's not ‘fine’…” Albert whispers, crying more as he holds you carefully. “You were my friend... and now… I’m losing you…” Albert looks at you through his blurry vision thanks to his tears. “I- I'm so sorry I said those things to you the other night. I didn't mean it. I- I should never have said that to you!”.

Your lips curl into a bitter smile as your eyes slowly lose their light as your heart fails to continue thumping. Albert watching with regret as the life fades from your eyes, his own eyes filled with tears as he gently closed them. He gently held you close as you died in his arms, crying openly. His tears fell onto your face, wetting the cold, pale skin of your cheek.

Albert couldn't say a word, he could hardly even breathe. What was this feeling in his chest? This horrible, sick feeling. It was as if there was a hand inside his heart, squeezing and crushing it painfully within his chest. He is unable to understand and couldn't explain it, all he knew is that he felt like his heart was breaking.

Albert watched the light fade from your eyes with tears still streaming down his face. He held you for a moment longer before gently laying you down on the ground. He looked down at you quietly as he tried to stop himself from crying.

“I... I'm sorry...” He whispers softly as he placed his hand on your forehead and gently caressed your hair. He simply sat there for a moment as he tried to find the words he needed to say... “I... I'm so sorry…”.

No other words would come out, he wept silently.

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