#wjm

I feel like you'll be meeting him in the orphanage when he's still a kid with Louis. I had a feeling since he grew up in an orphanage, he'll meet kids that has disabilities.

I headcanon him to be able to use sign language to communicate with the kids there. He noticed you're always there whenever he teaches the kids how to read, write, basic math you're always there paying attention.

What gotten them quite attached to you is you always tried to help whenever Louis illness kicks again, and help the staffs and kids whenever they needed help, that's what gotten the two boys to trust you.

Unfortunately you haven't seen them for years after getting adopted by a kind duchess, she died when you're a teenager by an unknown illness leaving you as the head of the family. Thankfully the butlers and maids are very kind to you, not discriminating against you for being deaf instead they help you manage the house.

One day, you heard a knock on your front door and was greeted by the two brothers.. That's where your friendship with William deepens.

It started with frequent meetup here and there, enjoying tea together, taking a stroll together, and sometimes he invites you to have dinner with his family and the gang.

I feel like he'll be in denial first for developing a romantic interest with you, he's afraid to put you in danger and thus he ignored the warm feeling he always felt whenever he's near you.

But as time goes by he began accepting his feelings even though it'll take a long time. After careful consideration.. he'll planned to court you, slowly.. not wanting to rush things and scare you away.

You'll noticed that you run into him quite often, like when you're visiting an art museum then suddenly you see him waving at you while making his way towards you. You'll noticed him looking at you quite often when you read a book and when you look back at him, he'll not look away but instead he'll smile at you.

It's not like you don't have any romantic feelings towards him, it's just.. is he being this obvious on purpose..?

I think he'll confess by meeting with you in an empty garden, he'll give you a bouquet of your favourite flowers while he confesses to you using sign language.

William as your boyfriend is equivalent to having an angel beside you, he'll not judge you for being deaf nor will he let anyone judge you.

I feel like you'll help deaf kids in orphanages to read and write and William will often comes by and help them as well, teaching them a lot of various subjects like math, expanding their vocabularies, etc.

Overall he'll accept you for who you are no matter what disabilities you have. He'll make you realize that even if you got disabilities, that doesn't make you worth less, he'll help you pursue a hobby that you have and will not let your disabilities get in the way.

He'll help with anything he can, be it emotional support, or if you need him to teach you then he'll gladly help you.

CARAPAX 15. MAI 2026  H.19:00 ZAUBERGARTEN 10367 BERLIN

Carapax takes place in Zaubergarten: an unlisted location accessible only through prior knowledge or trusted transmission. Burp Enterprise is pleased to invite you to a composite evening of sound, print, and deviation. A guided drift through visionary radical psychedelia, idiosyncratic electronics and modern-rock forms where collage, error logic, and playback systems enter controlled malfunction; Follow instructions in order, or proceed at your own risk. The evening is supported by BUSS: Big & Ugly Soundsystem

Contents: YORGO FLAT #1 CIGVË TRIGGER OBJECT MARGARETH UKNOWN / WJM HEBBEX D’EXPECTATIO EXPECTATA RUMP STATE .PK./JDZ SISTEMI AUDIOFOBICI BURP

YORGO FLAT! #1

First issue of an underground comix zine with therapeutic brain teasers, allegedly born from animal suffering, by Mat Pogo, published by Burp Publications. Limited donkey leather edition available.

https://burpenterprisejournal.tumblr.com/tagged/matpogo https://mentalcheese.tumblr.com/ https://www.burpenterprise.com/burp/units/mat-pogo/

CIGVË (FR)

(French for hemlock; referencing the poison taken by Socrates after his conviction for impiety). This is a solo guitar project of Catherine G., half of experimental duo M[[O]]ON.

TRIGGER OBJECT (USA) Vern Avola is a composer, multimedia artist, instructor, and champion of friendship, based in Portland, Oregon. Known for their solo project Trigger Object, as well as performances under the monikers EMS, Avola, and Dirty Centaur, Avola's work thrives in the unpredictable, messy corners of life, weaving together deep electronic soundscapes, raw energy, and a wry sense of humor.

https://triggerobject.boo

MARGARETH UNKNOWN / WJM (Berlin) Brand new duo by Queen of Punca Roberta WJM (Jealousy Party) on playback devices and glam abstractionist Margareth Unknown (Howling Mystics, Genau Porcodio) on lap steel guitar, voice and electronics.

pic by Julio Santos MU http://margaretunknown.com/ https://margaretunknown.bandcamp.com/ https://soundcloud.com/margaret-unknown WJM https://burpenterprisejournal.tumblr.com/tagged/wjm https://www.burpenterprise.com/burp/units/wj-meatball/ https://jealousyparty.bandcamp.com/

HEBBEX D’EXPECTATIO EXPECTATA As a duo, Kjetil Brandsdal (Noxagt, Ultralyd, No Balls) and Thore Warland (Staer, Golden Oriole, Tørrfall, Plan Affine) have released a series of albums in which they have reworked a wide range of source material from music history. In Hebbex D’expectatio Expectata, they continue this thread, now joined by Helge Thornes, who has a background in dancehall and psychobilly (Troubletone Soundsystem, HBX Crew, Oransjt Mareritt). The lyrics on their new album explore Aubrey Beardsley’s unfinished novels, Roman tragedies, and Norwegian newspaper journalism.

RUMP STATE (USA / NO)

Mark Morgan (Sightings, Silk Purse) - guitar, vocals Gaute Granli (Firmaet Forvoksen, Freddy The Dyke) - electronics, vocals A shared approach to guitar and voice: deconstructed yet sharply carved. A sound mass that drifts or pulls the listener through shifting currents like quicksand. Warning: uncomfortable psychedelia and total avant-garde.

.PK./JDZ (Berlin) The duo of İpek Odabaşı and JD Zazie has spent the past couple of years disrupting Berlin’s underground with acts of aural sabotage. Their heterodox use of playback devices subverts DJ gear, driving a virulent sonic abstraction and inner tectonic shifts.

pic by Frank .PK.: https://linktr.ee/ipekodabasi JD Zazie : https://jdzazie.tumblr.com

SISTEMI AUDIOFOBICI BURP is an experimental DJ collective merging abstract audio collage with hybrid electronics, punca, error beat, glitch, noise, reworked R&B / R’n’R and afroamericana through radical cut-up and improvisation.

https://www.mixcloud.com/audiophobic/ https://www.burpenterprise.com/burp/units/sistemi-audiofobici-burp/

He had to be bluffing. Why he would lie to Fred after all this time, you didn’t know, but that’s the only explanation you could come up with. He wouldn’t die in such a way and give up on his plans. He didn’t want to die. There was no way he would be okay with such a thing when your world had just started to finally take a turn for the better. 

However, on your walk back to the Moriarty mansion, you thought about the words you had heard. You thought about the sentiment behind them, and how they all sounded vaguely familiar. While he had never outright shared such an idea with you before, as you processed everything, you began to feel more and more ill. His plan, his motives, his entire life’s vision- it all came down to one moment. And that’s when you realized…

He really had been planning this the entire time.

You received an odd look from Sebastian when you stepped through the entryway of the large estate, and without so much as a glance in his direction, you made your way up the stairs towards William’s office. Louis called out to you when he passed you on the landing, immediately noticing your pale demeanor and bothered expression but you just couldn’t get yourself to acknowledge him as you were too wrapped up in your thoughts. Did he know? Did he have any idea what his brother had been planning?

William’s office was empty when you entered it, and you swiftly made your way towards his desk. You weren’t sure what you were looking for, but you needed something, anything, that might help dispel the horrible feeling that had now seemed to permanently settle in your stomach. You needed anything that might give evidence to William wanting to live in this changed world he was working towards instead of leaving it all behind; leaving you behind. 

The top of the desk was devoid of any papers or folders, and as you pulled out each individual drawer, you came up empty each time. You searched through everything, your movements becoming more and more frantic as you searched. Bile rose in your throat as you turned his words over in your head, but you could still only come to the same conclusion. 

You had been searching so long, and your mind was so preoccupied with devastating thoughts, you didn’t realize that it was time for William to be home. Even though he had gone out on a mission, he had promised to return by a certain time, and the clock on the wall chimed the hour as his office door opened and closed behind him. You didn’t even notice he had entered the room until you felt a pair of hands fall to your waist as you were bent down in front of one of the bookcases, placing a book back on the shelf that you had just been rifling through.

A surprised gasp fell from your lips as he slowly spun you around, and when your eyes met familiar crimson irises, you immediately felt like you could cry. There was a small smile on his face, indicating that he had not yet caught on to your shenanigans, though he did look a little curious at the position he had found you in.

“My love, what are you doing in here?” He asked casually, one of his hands lifting to brush back a lock of your hair that had fallen into your face. A lump had built in your throat, and you had to forcibly swallow it down before you could provide him with a response.

“I was looking for a book that I had wanted to read,” you lied, and you could tell that he knew as much. You had your own separate library in the house, and you both knew that you would never come into his office looking for something for literary entertainment. Not when most of his books were related to mathematics or other scholarly topics that you found positively boring.

“Ah, well might I help you find what you were looking for?” He asked slyly, his hand falling back to your waist as he slowly started to lead you back across the room. He was moving you backwards, but you knew that you were headed towards his desk, this assumption becoming confirmed when the backs of your knees bumped against the edge of it. 

“No need, I’ve lost interest already,” you responded, doing your best to give him a cheeky smile as one of your arms draped across his shoulder. You hoped that your voice didn’t shake around the words, because if there was even the slightest quiver, William would immediately notice it. 

“Mmm, please do not abandon your pursuits on my account. I would be happy to go find Louis and-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you were pressing into him, your lips finding his in a borderline desperate kiss. A surprise hum reverberated against your skin as William was quick to reciprocate, even if he had been momentarily caught off guard. 

You couldn’t explain it, but as you kissed him, you could feel a sense of urgency build inside of you that you had never felt before. It wasn’t the typical passionate urgency, but something deeper. You could feel it coursing through your veins and filling every empty space inside of you. The idea that someday - and possibly someday soon - you wouldn’t be able to find solace in his embrace was unbearable. The weight of it was crushing and you felt like the only way you could breathe was by clinging to him as tightly as you could. 

You weren’t sure whose hands moved first, yours or his, but you were soon tugging at the buttons on his dress shirt, and he was moving to lift your skirt up above your knees. Once the hem of your dress was pushed up above your waist, he lifted you with ease so that you were now sitting on the top of his desk instead of resting against it, and he was able to step between your thighs.

Neither one of you broke the kiss until you were pushing his shirt off of his shoulders and he detached his lips from yours only so that he could move them to your throat. His teeth grazed your skin as he nipped at your collarbone, and a soft moan rose in your throat as you tossed the white shirt to the floor and then reached to pull him into you by the waist of his pants. 

“Someone is awfully needy this evening,” William teased, but you pretended to ignore him as your fingers popped open the button of his slacks. You weren’t ready to address the situation that had brought you to his office in the first place just yet, and instead all you yearned for was more. More time, more contact, more of him. 

As you worked on shimmying his pants down past his hips, William’s fingers danced across your thighs before coming to rest right next to the fabric of your panties. His lips moved to your shoulder as his nose nudged the strap of your dress to the side so that he could nibble at the skin there, leaving the faintest of red marks that always brought a smile to his face when he observed them later. 

“Is this what you want?” He asked teasingly as the tip of his index finger brushed along your clothed core. Your entire body shook at the sensation, and for a moment, your hands stopped working to remove his pants as your brain went numb with nothing but the momentary pleasure.

“Will, please,” you groaned, and you could feel him smile against your skin.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Without another warning, he swiftly pushed the fabric to the side before sliding a finger along your folds, causing your eyes to flutter shut and your fingers to press into the skin of his hips as you searched for something to ground you. He was moving slowly, as if to tease you, and you couldn’t stop your hips from rolling forward as they searched for more friction. 

“William,” you huffed in frustration as he refused to give you anything more than a feather light touch, despite how you tried to move against him. His face was still pressed against your shoulder, and you could feel his breath fanning across your skin as he chuckled.

“Easy, my love. In due time.”

But how much time? You wanted to blurt out, but you didn’t. Now that you had him in your arms, you didn’t want to think about what came next, you just wanted to focus on him and the love that the two of you shared. Plus, it was hard to think as he gently pushed one finger inside of you, curling it in just the right way to have another moan tumbling past your lips. 

William lifted his head at the sound, his ruby eyes regarding you with a fiery adoration that always made your toes curl. He was so good at masking his feelings on the outside, but when it came to you, he was an open book. He had once told you that you were one of the only people he ever wanted to be upfront with, and you had taken that to heart.

So, why hadn’t he told you about his suicide mission?

To silence the dark thought that popped to the front of your mind, you leaned forward to kiss him again, and your hands set back to work on shedding away the rest of his clothes. He easily stepped out of his pants as you pushed them down, and he rid you of your underwear completely just as you pushed away his as well. A second finger of his joined the first one, working to stretch you out as his other hand scooted you to the very edge of his desk.

“Are you ready for me?” He asked calmly as your hand reached for his erection, your tongue darting out to lick your lips at the sight of his glistening tip. You could barely speak as he curled his fingers inside of you again, but you did manage to nod just as your hand wrapped around his shaft, causing a low moan to fill the air between you. William’s hips bucked under your touch, and you smiled to yourself at how quickly he responded. You two were the same in that regard.

You sighed in disappointment as William slowly removed his fingers from inside of you, but that empty feeling was short-lived as you assisted in guiding him towards your entrance and he slowly pushed himself inside. The stretch of him was familiar, and it was his turn to groan as his own eyes slowly shut as your warmth engulfed him completely. His jaw went slack as one of your hands brushed through his hair, pulling him in so that his forehead was now resting against your own.

“You feel so good,” he murmured as your fingers threaded through the hair at the base of his neck. “You were made for me.” 

He didn’t phrase it as a question, and you knew that he didn’t mean it in a spur-of-the-moment kind of way. He meant it as a statement that was as true as the sky was blue. From your complete understanding of his goals, your unwavering support, and the way you simply fit him, it was as if the Heaven’s had crafted you for one another specifically. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you ruminated on just how true his words were, and how deeply you reciprocated the sentiment. 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you could do nothing but nod in response. You knew that you couldn’t contain the emotion in your voice if you tried to speak, and the last thing you wanted was for him to stop what he was doing. 

Slowly, he pulled himself back before snapping his hips back into yours, the movement shaking the desk that you were seated on. Your eyes shut as you reveled in the feeling, the pace he had started to set bringing about a familiar burn in your stomach that you couldn’t get enough of. One of your hands was still resting against the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, while the other hand moved back to his hip, the tips of your fingers digging into his flesh as his thrusts started to come faster.

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air of the quiet office, and William moved one of his hands back between your legs, easily finding your clit as he began rubbing quick circles against it. You jumped at the overwhelming sensation, and he swallowed your moan as he captured your lips with his, an action that wasn’t entirely common for him. Typically, he liked to hear the noises you made and would rarely interrupt them. However, there was something in this particular kiss that had your skin burning in a different way. 

He was thinking about it too.

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter as you did your best to meet his motions with your own hips, your high building faster and faster as you strived to reach that edge before you completely fell apart. William’s teeth gently grazed against your bottom lip, nibbling on it slightly as he held back his own moans and his hips started moving more erratically. You knew that he was close to his own climax, and just as his ministrations against your clit sent you over the edge, he was quick to follow. 

The warmth of him filled you as you finally broke apart so that you could catch your breath. You both knew the mess that you had made of the top of his desk, but William didn’t seem to mind as a smile spread across his lips before his head fell to rest against your shoulder. 

“I love you.”

The three words felt different now as they fell from his lips. Hearing them had always sent your heart racing, but now your heart ached. Despite the moment you had just shared, the reality of your evening finally hit you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. A lump formed in your throat, and your silence seemed to alert him that something was wrong as he lifted his head to meet your gaze, just in time to watch the first tear slide down your cheek.

You had hoped that maybe shutting your eyes would hold them at bay, but it was clear that the effort was useless. A warm hand brushed against your cheek as William wiped the tear away, and when you worked up the courage to open your eyes, you were met with the sight of him regarding you sadly. 

“Darling, why are you crying?” 

He was asking the question, but it felt like he already knew the answer. His palm rested against your jaw as he waited for your response, his eyes trailing over every inch of your face as if looking for any slight changes to your expression.

“I heard you talking to Fred earlier,” you admitted, opting for the truth instead of a half-baked lie. William’s eyes widened slightly, though the surprise wasn’t as intense as you thought it might be. Instead, his frown only deepened and you could see conflict start to meld into his expression. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

With your compromising position, William slowly pulled out and moved to re-dress himself before he replied. You remained exactly where you were, unable to move a muscle despite the vulnerable position, while it was your turn to wait for a response. As you watched him, it was then that you noticed a few flecks of blood spread across his collarbone and shoulders, and you thought about the mission that he had set out on earlier that night and the nobleman whose rug you had almost thrown up on. 

“The things I’ve done, I cannot be forgiven for. But they are things that I cannot take back. Everything now is for the greater good of tomorrow. The world will be better once the job is done.”

It sounded so rehearsed you couldn’t help but scoff. It sounded like a speech he would give everyone else, but it didn’t sound genuine to your ears. This wasn’t the way that William spoke to you. This was a facade. For whatever reason, even after everything you had been through, he was trying to fool you. 

“And what about me? Do you think I’ll be better once you’re gone?” Your voice cracked halfway through the question, and the shift in William’s face was slight but still noticeable. He looked remorseful, but he still hadn’t said the words that you needed to hear.

“Everything will be better when class structure is a thing of the past, my love.”

You shook your head.

“I don’t give a fuck about what my standing in society is if you’re not here with me.”

More tears streamed down your cheeks as you finally moved so that you could reach for him again. Your hands found his bare shoulders and you wanted to shake him. You wanted to make him understand just how horrible you found this plan to be. You’d call it all off right now if it meant that he would live. Even run away from London and never look back if he would escape with you.

William’s thumb brushed against your cheek as a sad smile turned up the corners of his lips.

“You really are the best thing about all of this, you know? I’ve never had to hide myself or pretend to be something I’m not. Orphan, nobleman, it never mattered to you. I’ll never be able to repay you for that,” he murmured, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears now. One of your hands moved from his shoulder to cup his cheek, gently pulling him closer until your lips were just barely pressed against his own.

“Repay me by staying alive. I need you, William.” And you did. More than you could ever say. As he said that you were made for him, he was the other half of you. You would never be the same if he was gone. 

Another heavy silence fell as he kissed you lightly, his lips just barely brushing against yours before he emitted a slow, shuddering breath and his free hand moved to hold the side of your neck.

“If I live for anyone, it would be you and only you,” he whispered, and you felt a flicker of hope bloom in your chest. 

“Good,” you breathed as you pulled back just enough so that you could look him in the eyes once more. You wanted him to see how serious you were with the next words you spoke. “Because if you must go down, I’m going down with you. There’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”

Years of complete understanding and connection drove home your statement, and you could see the realization and acceptance settle into William’s features. He nodded before kissing you once more and then took a step back from the desk so that he could help you to your feet.

“We can discuss this more after a bath,” he suggested, and for the first time in hours, a genuine smile started to form on your lips.