Put A Mask On The Second One And It's Literally You

Need him.

Idk what about this man screams cryptid but honestly. This was fun.

something about a quiet night with simon in your kitchen; of him hefting you up by your hips to place you on the counter, slotting himself between your legs before dropping low to kiss you; of him bumping noses with you, making you giggle as he huffs, his cheeks thrumming with warmth.

“m’bad,” he says, his breath fanning over your lips. “jus’ really wanted t’kiss you, s’all.”

“s’okay,” you coo, throwing your arms over his shoulder. “i wanna kiss you so bad too.”

“oh yeah?” he hums, teasing, and you feel more than see the way his lips tug up in a crooked smile.

you roll your eyes at his weak tease before pulling him down, finally claiming that kiss because you can’t wait anymore. it’s just a peck, it’s not heated or weighted, and your noses are still slotted awkwardly but you breathe him in, hearing the hum of your refrigerator and the quiet ticking of your oven, and simon’s back in your arms, and truly, you think that this might just be the best kiss you’ve ever had.

This is reminding me to sit myself down and make the notes of The Chronicles of Death Foretold that I have been piling up for a week.

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

[After the incident of A Scandal In Bohemia]

Sherlock: I've been told by many people that I "light up the room".

John: That was arson, those people were witnesses. You blew up our whole second floor.

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

[New York time skip]

William: Sherly, what does IDK, ILY, & TTYL mean?

Sherlock: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

William: Okay, I love you too, I’ll just ask Billy.

Sherlock: ...darling that's not-

I started the semester with straight A's but now am not even straight anymore...

So, we all know Simon is covered in freckles, beautiful constellations blooming on his pale skin, nature marking the perfect paths for kisses along his collarbones, down the dip of his spine, scattered on his arms.

And his face, of course, little spots on his nose and cheeks, sneaky ones all the way up to his eyes. Hidden from everyone, full attire, a mask and smear black providing cover for the shy stars, like clouds do on windy, humid autumn nights. Cold and detached wrap to keep this weird sign of life on a living dead body from overly curious eyes.

But not from his Captain. Price knows these freckles, he's seen them young and bright, he's seen them dull and almost invisible on a half translucent skin.

He's seen them disappear, long, cruel winter and the mask almost grown into Ghost's skull wiping everything besides uneven scars and black ingrained into his skin. He's seen the summer taken out of his boy, replaced with the dead sleep of the winter, white and icy like Simon's eyelashes.

And, frankly, he won't have that.

If there's not enough sun for those little specks of life to shine, be it London fog half of the year or excruciating cold of the northern polar night they're stuck in on an op, Captain Price is giving his Lieutenant a personal sunshine. One that will melt polar caps if you let it shine in full brightness, hot, unpredictable in its flares, relentlessly glowing and cutting it's radiation through any barier.

Deadly as a burning globe of gas can be. Sergeant MacTavish.

Johnny doesn't have a problem with disregarding laws of physics. If this sole, dark, barren planet of ice refuses to circle him like everyone else does, Soap flips all those heliocentric theories over and instead makes a satellite to Ghost out of himself. Simon's joints stop aching when the shared space heats up, air few degrees away from rippling around Soap's broad form like it's boiling overhead a fire pit. His breath appears visible again, contrast to the almost non-existent fog that was leaking out of his mouth, making everyone who knew (not many of them) wonder, if Simon Riley actually ever left his grave.

One day, Simon's knuckles turn white and hurt. One day, Simon's frosty lashes flutter and not a single cloud of steam exits his mouth. One day, he feels frozen in place despite being basked in molten sunlight of Johnny's gaze, because Sergeant's restless hands found a makeup pen and are swiftly covering Simon's flushed cheeks in freckles.

Crowded constellations, all little sister stars from the MacTavish clan, clinging to Simon in semi-permanent kisses.

Price walks in on them, Simon sitting with his hands clenched tight and his breath held, Johnny with his tongue stuck between his front teeth as he keeps bringing spring out of its long dormant state on Simon's once again alive face.

Just like a sun should. Just like Captain Price expected.

Look at my cat ya all. She's so beautiful. Her name is Santra. Been giggling at her for the past two hours, she thinks I'm going crazy.

GRAVES REQUEST! :3 graves w a fast talking new yorker reader (preferably a lawyer?) i can imagine him being real well behaved around her and it really throws everyone off

It does throw everyone off ESPECIALLY his Shadows when this smooth talking southern commander suddenly goes all obedient and quiet around his lawyer wife who with a snap of her fingers can make him go all soft eyed

His southern charm does nothing when it comes to your strong temperament, you're like a fuse that once is lit cannot be concealed, sometimes you're not even mad or upset, you're just used to speaking fast and anyone who doesn't know you thinks you're scolding Phillip

You'll randomly arrive unannounced on base and strut in as if you own the place, well your husband runs it and he bows down to no one but you so technically you do lol

His shadows aren't supposed to see their commander as someone who could be controlled easily by anyone else, and who would have thought the pretty lady who arrived wearing nice and elegant clothing would be the one to break that impression of theirs, they had all looked amongst themselves in confusion when you walked in and Phillip didn't direct a harsh look or word towards you

Instead he paused, dropped whatever he was doing and was immediately by your side greeting you with a warmth they had rarely ever seen in him, the Shadows knew Phillip had a family, they could tell that much from the polaroid he kept of you in his pocket, which they sometimes found when attempting to pickpocket him for fun

But they never thought he could be so...yielding to anyone... the more you know