#oh crap...

*After leaving the library*

Me: Crowley, please I need you to tell me if Gabe blabbed about where he was going?

Crowley: All he said that it was Halloween related in some aspects...Also mentioned it was your favorite.

Me: Great...That helps like a ton cause I have a lot of favorite Halloween movies. Okay so I am assuming he did something with TV Land again...Halloween...Trickster...Oh dear lord he did not.

Crowley: What?

Me: I think Gabriel sent them into Hocus Pocus!

Crowley: Not helping with that!

Me: Great...How am I suppose to get into-

*I'm no longer in my house*

Crowley: Well...She's doomed. Anyone have questions for me since Gabriel isn't here currently?

Sholto!!

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Yes Sholto! Think about it. John used to pine big time for his old commanding officer but he never dared to act on it and Sholto thought John wasn’t interested in him that way.

But Sherlock knows. He could see it in their eyes at the wedding, so many years ago now. And he knows John has been talking to Sholto through his email more and more often. Nothing out of bounds. Old friends catching up, nothing more. But Sherlock knows. He sees. He recognises.

And he plans.

He offers to invite Sholto to Baker Street, a chance for him and John to catch up properly . He even offers to go away for the night. But John won’t have it. They’re together now and he’s sure Sholto would like to meet him properly as well. After all, he is alive still because of Sherlock.

James accepts. They eat, they drink, they talk and laugh and Sherlock can see it. In both of them. Something, simmering, right underneath the surface and Sherlock feels himself being swept along.

He and Sholto, having both pining for John Watson for years and yet only one of them had the luck of winning him in the end. Only he knows what it is liked to be fully loved by John.

7. My muse has just been diagnosed with a terminal illness. How will your muse react? (Oh, butts… That’s not good)

Lucina sighed quietly, staring out the window as she lay in her bed. An expression of sadness appeared on her face, and she burrowed further underneath the blankets, pressing her head against the pillow.

She was having a difficult time processing what she had been told… Something about an incurable illness. One that would get worse over time, and that would eventually kill her. She wasn’t sure if Lucius had been told or not, but she couldn’t imagine that he would react very well…