fractionallyfoxtrot asked: Martin/Douglas - coffee shop!AU but they're both baristas.
"Trying to make me jealous, Sir," Douglas asks, smirking as Martin flushes a deep red, his hands starting to shake nervously while he makes a latte for the pretty young girl at the serving counter.
"I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about," he splutters, eyes focused far too hard on the coffee in his hand than warranted.
"Martin, oh Martin - I recognize flirting when I see it."
Martin flinches. “I was not flirting I was merely performing the duties required of a customer service representative, especially those of the manager of the establishment we currently find ourselves in and-,”
Douglas rolls his eyes at Martin’s increasingly formal language. He moves next to Martin, leaning in close and cutting him off with a quick kiss to the area just under his ear - a movement easily hidden by the large cappuccino machine to their right. “My dearest manager needs to learn how to take a joke,” he whispers, grinning when Martin turns an even deeper shade of red.
douglasrichardsonships asked: Marlas; douglas finds out martin is an alien; please don't make it //too// sad if you can help it
But Gracie! Sad is my middle name! Allie Sad-Whump-Angst-sometimes-fluff…
Also I’m really bad at keeping it down to three sentences so you get a couple more.
"Well," Douglas says, turning away to allow Martin to compose himself, "that was new."
Martin squeezes his eyes shut, berating himself about the fact that he’d allowed such a moment of inattention to happen while he concentrates on returning his eye color to normal.
"Hey," Douglas says, tentatively brushing his hand against Martin’s as the man starts shaking with what Douglas assumes is self-loathing, "listen: that wasn’t the weirdest thing any of my partners have ever done.”
Martin snorts and Douglas smiles. “Ok, it really is the weirdest. But,” he continues, raising an eyebrow, “as you don’t seem to be preparing to eat and/or kill me, I’m going to chalk this down as something we can work through.”
lady-feste-pendragon asked: May I have three sentences of Traveler!Martin please please?
Heck yes you can! This is the perfect chance to write out a little drabble inspired by a post that I can’t find right now about an immortal having walls filled with pictures of their old friends and family.
Martin shuffles his feet, running his hand through his hair as he looks anywhere but at Douglas, mumbling, “I know, I know - it’s stupid.”
Douglas vigorously shakes his head, unable to do much else besides that as he stares at each album stacked in the small closet in awe. They’re huge - some old and worn, some newer, all filled to the brim with plastic pages, some with papers sticking out from the sides.
"No," he chokes out, "This is-. These are-. Wow, Martin. Incredible."
If any of you are following Last Blood, you should know an update will be posted soon :). Im sorry it’s been so long but I’ve been working hard on it during my free time in Europe.
Also it looks like I have some messages. Idk when those came through but I’ll answer them when I get home. Sorry if they’ve been sitting there for too long - I never got a notification.
It’s late and I probably shouldn’t be posting this crazy as hell Sherlock Magical Realism/Fantasy AU but…meh. The story is huge and intricate and I don’t think I’ll ever get it all down but I could not get this conversation out of my head, so I’ve written it down. Further description under the cut.
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
No, Sherlock Holmes is not a sociopath. Sociopaths kidnap landladies, flatmates, and colleagues for fun. James Moriarty is a sociopath - rather - a psychopath. The need to hurt and destroy, to win is in his very nature: the Carl Powers case should have revealed that to Sherlock without a doubt. It should have instilled in him a greater sense of urgency to catch Moriarty, to end their foolish game - a game Sherlock, with his recently more-opinionated emotions, is not even interested in playing anymore.
But he’s procrastinated; Moriarty has always been there, a constant, unreachable itch at the back of his mind that’s only gotten weaker and less annoying as time has gone on with little to no word from the criminal mastermind. He’s put the problem that is Moriarty on a high, unnoticable shelf within his mind palace for too long, and now this has happened - now he’s facing the consequences.