#jaylock

INSANELY PROUD OF THIS took me 2 days... i was honestly expecting it to take longer but i locked in

Sherliam (Sherlock Holmes x William James Moriarty):

Dancing in the kitchen. Baking together. Waking up, grasping at the sheets, searching for one another. Reading books together. Kissing each other's scars. Never acknowledging the dependence. Kissing each other goodbye before work. "Why do you always kiss my left eye?" "It's the part of you I buried on the Thames." "And over the gravestone you built an empire. Your empire."

Alcroft (Albert James Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes):

Knowing smiles over a glass of wine. Sharing paperwork. Late night office meetings. Holding hands in private but not making eye contact in public. Candlelight dinners. Expensive gifts. Flower bouquets every single day. "We should be more careful about this." "We could." "I don't want to." "Me neither. More wine?"

MoranQ (Sebastian Moran x Von Herder):

Chatting about guns. Flirty banter. Tired sighs after a long day. Being each other's safe haven. Guiding each other in a new world. Too much touching when they shouldn't, and no touches when they could. "You're so pretty without the blindfold. You should take it off more." "No one has seen me but you. It should be this way." "Is this what you want?" "No one can stomach me but you."

Loucroft (Louis James Moriarty x Mycroft Holmes):

Hushed whispers. Overwhelming guilt. Too many tears, not enough smiles. Sharing a bed to keep away nightmares. No one will ever know. Kisses get in the way of work, so they don't happen. Too platonic to be a romance, too romantic to be a friendship. "They would be disappointed in us." "Yes. Do you wish to stop?" "I wish I knew how to. You're my only light now."

Bondran (James Bonde x Sebastian Moran):

Shooting contests. Bragging to each other. Over flirting in public. Hands constantly on each other, minds constantly somewhere else. Never an actual relationship, never an actual fling. Being in love with the same person. "You still think he doesn't love you?" "I know he doesn't." "Why?" "He loves you." "I wish I could love you." "I wish I could love you too. Now, pass me a cigarette before I cry."

Herdran (Von Herder x James Bonde):

One-sided feelings. Rambling about interests. Five minutes feel like an eternity without them. Five hours feel short with them. Scoldings and arguments over constant mistakes. Being self-destructive together. Sharing their love for material things, never talking about imaterial love. "You've been talking for two hours, you know?" "Heavens, it's been so long? Sorry for bothering you." "Do not. I quite enjoy your voice." "I am flattered by the compliment, but as I was saying-"

Irelock/Jaylock (James Bonde x Sherlock Holmes):

Main ships:

• Locksally (urinetown)

• finrella (Kotlc)

• Morrisquall (Nevermoor)

• jaylock (TGS)

• Jekyde (TGS/Strange Case)

"....Jasper-"

"Not so looouudd..." The werewolf whined, flinging an arm over his eyes. Henry sighed, shaking his head. He could see the empty box of chocolates on Jasper's desk, and he swiftly walked over and crouched beside the crumpled young scientist on the floor. "Ugh... everything hurtss..."

"This is the third time you've eaten chocolates despite not being able to digest them," Henry chastised, poking Jasper's chubby cheek. The younger man whined and gave Henry his best puppy eyes. Henry merely raised an eyebrow, causing Jasper to give up with a huff.

"I can't help it! They taste so good.." Henry chuckled as he hefted the shorter male to his feet, pulling him to his chest and rubbing his back soothingly. He lifted Jasper's chin and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, humming in amusement at the little happy wiggle Jasper did. Even without his tail, he still found a way to wag.

"You taste like chocolate," Henry chuckled, kissing Jasper's cheek, and then his forehead. "Come on, silly wolf, let's get you to my office. I've got the antidote memorized at this point." Jasper pouted at the teasing, but was soon satisfied with another kiss. Or two. Or twelve.

"Henry, we're going to get caught!" Jasper laughed as the red-eyed man ducked down to kiss at his neck and face. Henry pulled away with a smug look and bounced his eyebrows, causing Jasper to snort and give him a playful shove.

"Alright, alright," Henry laughed. "We really should hurry, anyways. That stomach ache is only going to get worse the longer you go without medicine, and a sick wolf is a sad wolf, and a sad wolf-"

"Is a sad and worried Henry, yes, I know," Jasper sighed, leaning into Henry's chest. The older man chuckled a bit, running his fingers through the werewolf's fluffy hair. He pulled back and kissed him on the end of his nose, smiling at Jasper's cute little giggle, and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, guiding him towards the door.

"W-wow, you look..." Henry breathed, looking Jasper up and down. Jasper blushed under his gaze, fidgeting a bit with a flustered smile, not used to the well-fitting suit he was now wearing. Henry walked up to him, caressing his chubby cheek with a soft look before leaning in and kissing him. The younger scientist melted against him, pulling him into a soft embrace with a content hum. Henry pulled back, smiling with adoration down at Jasper, before stepping back and clapping his hands together.

"Right! Onto the next part," He turned and brought out some wine glasses, filling each only a little. Jasper tilted his head, curious.

"I already know how to drink out of a wineglass, Henry," Jasper said with an amused smile. Henry chuckled, his back still turned to Jasper as he set out some plates and cutlery on the desk. "And how to eat with a fork. I'm not an infant, you know." He teased, prompting Henry to shake his head with another soft laugh.

"True, but you don't know how to do it 'poshly'," Jasper giggled at the dramatic emphasis Henry put on the word before turning around and searching through his desk drawers. "Now where did I put.. aha! Here we are." Jasper raised a brow as Henry handed him a pair of gloves. He looked up at Henry in confusion as he slipped them on.

"The patrons hosting this event will most likely be using silver cutlery to show off their wealth," He explained, turning back around and fussing over the plating arrangement. "I don't want you getting hurt everytime you pick up a fork." Jasper felt a happy warmth spread in his chest. He opened his mouth to thank Henry for thinking about his safety, only to be cut off as the doctor continued, "Besides, it would be terrible if they found out you're a werewolf. Very bad for the society, indeed." Just like that, the warmth in Jasper's chest disappeared, replaced with a cold, hollow feeling.

"... why can't they know I'm a werewolf?" He asked quietly, a sinking feeling in his gut telling him he wouldn't like Henry's answer.

"Well, no sane person would fund a group with a werewolf in it," Henry stated casually as if it were obvious, oblivious to Jasper's hurt expression behind him. "No, it would definitely hurt the society's reputation if they found out we open our doors to monsters and beasts, especially ones as unpredictable and dangerous as- ow!! Jasper!?" Henry yelped, rubbing his arm as he turned to stare at Jasper in disbelief. His complaints died on his tongue at the sight of his lover's teary glare.

"So that's how you see me, is it? A big bloodthirsty beast? The society's dirty secret?" He growled, hands balled into fists. "Must be terrifying for you at night, huh? Cuddling up to a monster?" Henry paled as his brain caught up with what his mouth had been saying. He hastily pulled Jasper's hands into his own, lacing their fingers together with an apologetic look.

"Now, Jasp, you know I don't think that at all," He reassured. "It's just that Robert and I think it would be best if-"

"Ha! Of course," Jasper barked bitterly, tearing his hands from Henry's grasp with a glare. "Let me guess, Robert also warned you to keep me in a separate room on the full moon? Warned you about letting your guard down around me?" Henry struggled to find an answer, but the guilt on his face said it all. Jasper scoffed in disbelief, then tore the glovea from his hands and tossed them on the floor. "I won't be needing these, I'm not going." Henry blanched, stumbling over himself in his haste to catch Jasper at the door.

"What!? Why not? Jasper, I-"

"Sir?"

Jasper cautiously stuck his head into the office, looking around. He shuffled awkwardly, vaguely able to see Jekyll working at his desk out of the corner of his eye as he stared at his shoes.

"I know I should be in bed, but I've lost my hat and-" A soft snore cut him off, and Jasper looked up with a startled gaze. Was Dr. Jekyll...?

Jasper chuckled and stepped closer. He was. The Auburn haired man was asleep, cheek pressed against his papers. Jasper smiled and went to move the documents in case the man drooled, only to freeze as the red-eyed man groaned and lifted his head. He stared at Jasper, still half asleep, and furrowed his brow.

"...my brain is cruel," He grumbled, folding his arms and resting his chin on them. "To taunt me with a dream like this." Jasper raised a brow, easing up as he realized Jekyll wasn't fully awake.

"How do you know it's a dream?" He asked, sliding the papers out from under the man's arms. Jekyll smiled a tad bittersweetly as he lifted his arms up to help Jasper move the papers.

"Because my Jasper went to bed about an hour ago," Jekyll murmured, and Jasper couldn't help but blush. 'My Jasper?' He thought. Jekyll eyed him and smiled fondly. "My Jasper blushes just like that over everything. It makes sense my dream would incorporate it." Jasper rubbed the back of his neck, face colouring even more.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," Jasper stammered, hefting the man to his feet and walking him towards the couch in the sitting room connected to his office. Jekyll mumbled incoherently about 'his Jasper' the entire time, and Jasper would never admit it, but he started guiding the conversation, just to hear what his crush thought about him. As he lowered him onto the couch, Jekyll smiled and ruffled his hair, then slid his hand down to squish his chubby cheek a bit. Jasper laughed, liking this softer, more relaxed side of Jekyll. Without much thought, he whispered, "Get some rest, okay? 'Your Jasper' will be there when you wake up."

"Promise?" Jekyll mumbled, eyes slipping shut before Jasper could answer. Jasper watched him for a few seconds, brushed his bangs out of his face (he looked so different, all the worry and stress gone, peaceful), and silently left the room. He wandered about till he found his hat, under a couch cushion of all places, and turned to head back to his room only to pause. He'd promised Jekyll he'd be there, and on the off chance he recalled said promise, he didn't want to disappoint.

Jasper ducked into his room briefly to grab some pillows and blankets, then rushed back to Jekyll's side. He slid a pillow under the man's head and attempted to cover him in a blanket, though failed due to the alchemist's significant height difference to him, and finally settled on the floor with his own blanket and pillow, having tossed his coat to cover the upper half of Jekyll's chest the blanket couldn't reach.

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"Jasper!?" Jasper leapt up with a startled squeak. He looked around wildly, then calmed down as he remembered what had happened. Right. He was in Dr. Jekyll's sitting room. Speaking of Dr. Jekyll- "What... are you doing in... what am I... how did...??" The perplexed look on the doctor's face was cuter than it should have been. Get ahold of yourself, Jasper! Jasper readjusted his hat and smiled awkwardly.

"You fell asleep at your desk. I thought you'd be more comfortable here," He paused, then admitted. "You.. um.. talk in your sleep... I promised I'd be here when you woke up." Jekyll paled at the mention of sleep talking and fidgeted nervously.

"I didn't... say anything strange," Jekyll began nervously. "Did I?" Jasper flustered and shook his head no. Jekyll nodded, sighing with relief. Jasper made a hasty goodbye and left, pulling his hat down over his eyes as his face burned. Lucky that Dr. Jekyll doesn't remember. Things would be awkward if he did, Jasper thought. His blush darkened as he mumbled quietly to himself, "But... if he feels the same.. maybe I'll ask him some other time.."

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"I can't believe I said all those things to him," Jekyll groaned, running his hands down his face. He paused as he realized Jasper had left his coat draped over him, and, despite himself, he held the material closer to himself. It was a bit large, understandable considering their size difference. If Jekyll put it on, it would be short, yes, but it would also completely engulf his skinny frame. Just like Jasper's hugs would, I bet.

Distantly, he heard what sounded like Hyde's laughter. Embarrassed, he buried his scarlet face in the fabric, which only made the blonde's cackling even louder.

Prick.

Bonus gift :3

Text for those who can't read my handwriting;

"Let go, I wanna hold his hand."

"Henry."