ten to three

Lokius Fatal Frame AU. Emotions are running high.

"–orry." The word is muffled into the scratchy yet safe and warm shoulder of Mobius' jacket.

"It's okay. It's all going to be okay."

"–t's not."

"We've made it through worse."

Loki shakes their head. There is nothing worse than the thought of losing him. Mobius is the one with those damned red marks. One on each limb. They don't want to consider what happens next.

Thank you for the tags, @andthekitchensinkao3 @justabigoldnerd @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @mobiusismycomfortcharacter !

Mobius is awakened, not precisely abruptly, but certainly quick enough to startle him, by a slight thud and sudden weight on his chest that rapidly leaves it with a flutter of shivering paper. "What the — " He stares in groggy bemusement down at the small cascade of file folders and other assorted debris that has apparently toppled over onto the bed beside him. "Were you seeing how many things you could stack on top of me without waking me up?" "Yes," Loki replies absently, engrossed in a file at his left, ankles crossed neatly atop the sheets and brandishing a pencil in one hand. "It is an appalling number, by the way. You really must be exhausted."

(inspiration for this, lmao)

My favorite David Burke Holmemes in honor of his passing. Rest in peace to one of the best and hottest Watsons we’ve ever had.

Le miroir (1975)

Watson: [exists]

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