Requested By: Senjuro67
Tag/s: Angst with Happy Ending
Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name
|Sebastian Moran|
-Your boyfriend is a very talented assassin, especially behind a gun.
-Due to this, he always bested you in games and bets that require a sharp eye and a steady hand.
-The reason why you would agree to these bets we will never know.
-Because of your missions, you decided to train yourself with guns and long-range weapons.
-Just to have more options, you know?
-You were training under Herder and Moneypenny's supervision, using fake guns, shooting at practice dummies, and learning about the guns themselves (much to Herder's excitement).
-You tried persuading the two that you'll be okay practicing alone, but they didn't budge.
-One day, Herder was busy with his inventions, and Moneypenny was off with Albert, so you decided to sneak off to the shooting range.
-Sebastian also came home early while you were practicing and looking all over for you in the mansion.
"(Y/N)? I'm pretty sure they're with Herder," James thoughtfully answered, making Sebastian raise a brow.
"Why would they be with Herder?"
"How would I know?" James shrugged, "They've been visiting his lab for a while now,"
-As Sebastian begrudgingly went to Herder's, he saw you on the ground with a bleeding leg.
"The one time I'm without supervision..." you grumbled, trying to stop the bleeding.
"(Y/N)!" Sebastian shouted, rushing over to your side, "What the hell happened!?" he asked, inspecting your leg.
"I-I was practicing, and the gun suddenly went off-" Sebastian lifted you up, rushing over to the first aid kit.
-Luckily, it was just a graze, and you were treated immediately.
-Sebastian, Moneypenny, and Herder, however, were not happy.
-The gun you picked was a failed prototype, making the bullet go off wonky.
"What the hell were you thinking!?" Sebastian shouted, making you frown.
"I was just practicing my aim! How was I supposed to know it was a real gun!?"
"You know you can't practice without Herder or me supervising you,"
"I know, and I'm sorry. I just wanted to be prepared before my mission,"
"That was really careless, (Y/N)-chan!"
"I know! I know!" you sighed, leaning back on the bed, "I'm sorry, okay!? I didn't expect to pick up a real gun and-"
"-That doesn't excuse your actions," Sebastian cut you off coldly, making you all go quiet.
"What would have happened if the bullet went through your leg? Or hit something vital? You should have known better than to go shooting without anyone around!"
You furrowed your brows as you balled your fists.
"I was careful the whole time! I wore all the safety equipment, made sure everything was safe, and-"
"-But you picked up the wrong type of gun,"
"How was I supposed to know it was a failed prototype!?"
"That's why you should have-"
"Okay!" Moneypenny pushed Sebastian away from you, making him scoff while you grumbled.
"Yes, (Y/N) made a mistake, but they still need to recover. Yelling at them won't make them feel any better," Moneypenny sighed, making Sebastian exhale sharply.
"Fine..." he grumbled, storming out of the room.
-After that, you and Sebastian avoided each other.
-Well, more on Sebastian's side since you couldn't really move around-
-The others helped you while you were recovering, sometimes acting as a crutch to not aggravate the wound.
"Come on...!" you reached out to the top shelf for a snack, but you couldn't reach it.
"Are you serious...?" you grumbled, giving up with a sigh.
"Here," a voice muttered as a shadow loomed over you, reaching your snack with ease and giving it to you.
You frowned when you saw Sebastian behind you as you took the snack.
"Thank you..." you mumbled, walking over to your seat with a limp.
Sebastian sighed as he scooped you up, walking you over to the couch and gently settling you down.
"(Y/N), listen," he started, making you look away as he sat next to you.
"I'm sorry I blew up at you... I shouldn't have yelled. I was just worried about you..." Sebastian apologized, making you sigh.
"I know... I shouldn't have practiced without Moneypenny or Herder, anyway..." you muttered, looking over him.
"Or I guess you," you smiled, making him playfully raise a brow.
"What? So I'm just a third option?"
"Pretty much," you shrugged as you stood up.
"If I practiced with you, we wouldn't get anything done,"
"I-" Sebastian cut himself off with a shrug, "-Fair enough," he muttered, making you laugh.
Sebastian smiled as he stood up, placing his hands on his waist and kissing the top of your head.
"Just... be more careful next time, okay?" he mumbled, hugging you tightly.
You breathed out a smile as you hugged him back.
"Of course... I'm not going down that easily,"
|James Bonde/Irene Adler|
-James has been a flirt ever since you two met.
-Heck, the first things he said to you was a compliment and an offer to get dinner with him.
-You've also seen him playfully winking at girls you pass by, making you roll your eyes with a smile.
-But you never held it against him, knowing it was just part of his personality.
-Even after you got together, you trust him with your whole heart.
"Mind if I join you?" a man asked, making you turn around.
He politely smiled as he pointed at the seat next to you with his drink.
"Sorry, but I'm waiting for my boyfriend," you apologized with a smile, making him nod.
"Sorry... I just thought you could use some company," he offered, making you raise a brow.
"I'm not making a move, I swear," he raised his hands, "Some guys have just been looking at you for a while," he glanced over a group, making you sneak a glance.
You could tell they were drunk off their minds by the number of bottles on their table, their eyes traveling over you.
You let out a sigh as you patted the seat.
"Sure," you smiled, letting him sit next to you.
"I'm Anthony. A pleasure to meet you,"
"(Y/N). The pleasure is all mine,"
-As you waited, Anthony kept you company for the evening, talking about whatever topic you two thought of.
-Later, the drunken men gave up pursuing you, making their way out of the bar, but you paid no mind to them as you enjoyed your time with your new friend.
-As you two continued to drink and talk, you didn't notice James parking nearby and walking into the bar.
"You sure know how to hold your liquor,"
"Eh... My older sister likes to drink with her friends," Anthony shrugged, "I'm practically their driver and babysitter when they go out,"
"Well, isn't that a story," James interjected, forcing himself between you and Anthony.
"James!" you exclaimed, surprised to see him early.
"Hi, sweetie," he smiled over to you, kissing your cheek.
"So, this is your boyfriend," Anthony smiled as James put a hand around your waist.
"Yep," you smiled back, looking at James as you hugged his torso, "Anthony, this is James. James, Anthony," you introduced the two, letting them shake their hands.
"It's nice to meet you,"
"Nice to meet you too," James flatly smiled as he turned to you, "We should get going. It's already dark out," he reminded, making you gasp.
"Crap, right...!" you muttered, fixing your things and paying your tab.
"It was nice meeting you, Anthony!" you hurriedly said as you hugged him goodbye.
"You too, (Y/N) and James!" he waved goodbye as you and James made your way to the car.
"So... That Anthony was nice," James muttered as you and he got ready for bed.
"Hm? Yeah, he was," you smiled, washing your face.
"...Does he have a partner? Maybe we can double date,"
"No, he doesn't have anyone," you confirmed, making James look at you with wide eyes.
"Wait, he was single, and you went drinking with him?" he asked, making you raise a brow.
"Yeah...? What's your point?" James furrowed his brows with a frown.
"I just... What if he thinks you're flirting with him?"
"I told him I had a boyfriend," you defended, "What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is you were flirting with someone else,"
"I was not flirting,"
"Yes, you were!"
"I was-! Whatever. What if I was? I've seen you flirting with girls. Why can't I?"
"Wha- What girls!?"
"I've seen you and Sebastian at bars, James! I'm the one who has to take you two home, remember?"
James sharply exhaled as he looked you straight in the eyes.
"(Y/N), I never flirted with anyone ever since we got together," James deliberately stated, surprising you.
"Did you really think I was flirting behind your back?"
"I... Well, I know they don't mean anything," you muttered, looking down, "I know it's just part of you, you know?"
James exhaled as he turned away, making you frown.
"James..." you called out, grabbing his hand, "I'm not saying you're a cheater. I just meant that you're... you know, social," you explained, making him raise a brow at you.
"I trust you with every part of me... I know you would never do anything to hurt me," you reassured, putting a hand on his cheek.
"Anthony is just a friend and nothing else, okay?" you kissed his cheek, "I practically talked his ear off talking about you,"
James gave you an unsure look.
"About what...?"
"About me having the best boyfriend ever," you grinned, making him tighten his jaw to stop smiling.
"...Are you really okay with me flirting with other girls?"
"I didn't make a scene at that tea party, now did I?" you reminded, making him nervously laugh.
"I thought you were in the kitchen with Louis?"
"I was also serving drinks, kitten," you smirked, making him gulp.
"Right... Sorry about that," he muttered, making you roll your eyes and kiss the tip of his nose.
"Let's get to bed. You owe me cuddles for making me wait for you for so long,"
|Fred Porlock|
-You knew Fred cared for his flowers, working day and night to make sure they were healthy and beautiful across the gardens.
-You always try to make it easier for him. Assisting him, bringing him snacks and drinks, and even tidying up the greenhouse.
-In addition to the jobs William would give him, you knew he had a lot on his plate.
-Today was one of those days.
-It suddenly stormed while Fred was trying to get intel, even crossing paths with Sherlock Holmes, making it harder to move around the city while fighting him off.
-He came home drenched in the rain, completely tired, and barely with any new information.
"You okay, Freddie?" you asked, drying his hair with a towel.
"Mm..." he replied, slumping in his seat. He hissed slightly, tending to the bruises on his arms.
You inhaled through your teeth, feeling the stress and tiredness radiate off him.
"Let me get you some tea," you offered, pouring him a cup.
"Here, this should warm you up-" the cup slipped from your hands, falling onto Fred.
He quickly jumped out of his seat, trying to remove the hot tea from his clothes as you quickly grabbed a towel.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't-"
"Damn it, (Y/N)!" Fred shouted, yanking the towel off your hands as trying to get the tea off his clothes.
You looked at him in shock, never hearing him raise his voice. Let alone curse at you.
"I was just trying to help! I didn't mean to-"
"Just... Go. You've helped enough," Fred grumbled in an icy tone, making you step back.
You scoffed as you turned away, "Fine. If that's what you want," you muttered, begrudgingly marching back to your room.
-You continued on your day, doing chores and helping around the manor while Fred went back to his greenhouse.
"Here, (Y/N)," Louis gave you a tray of food, "Can you give this to Fred?" he asked, cleaning up the kitchen counter.
"Uh... I actually have something to do upstairs, so..." you muttered, giving it back to him.
"Did you two have a fight?" he asked, making you look away.
"...Maybe..." you answered, making him sigh and push up his glasses.
"Just don't let it fester too long," he warned, taking the tray to the greenhouse.
"Thanks, Louis!" you smiled, making your way upstairs to finish the rest of your chores.
As Fred prepared a bouquet, he heard the door open.
"(Y/N), I'm so sorry about-" Fred stopped himself when he saw Louis by the door.
"Wrong person," he smiled, making Fred look away in embarrassment.
"Sorry..." he muttered as he went back to his bouquet.
Louis raised a brow as he looked over Fred's shoulder, seeing the beautiful arrangement of flowers.
Deciding not to pry, Louis quietly set down the food.
"Mr. Louis," Fred called out, catching the man's attention.
"Can you help me with something?"
As soon as Fred was done for the day, he rushed upstairs to your room, flowers in hand.
He took a deep breath and knocked on your door.
"Who is it?" you asked, making him gulp.
"It's me..." Fred softly replied, "...I wanted to apologize," he explained, listening for any type of response.
He heard your footsteps getting closer, unlocking the door and opening it.
You gave Fred a deadpan look as you let him inside.
"So?" you muttered, crossing your arms.
"...I'm sorry for cursing at you... and yelling at you," he started, fiddling with his scarf.
"I shouldn't have blown up at you like that. I'm really sorry," Fred sincerely said, making you sigh.
"I'm sorry for dropping tea on you," you added, taking the flowers from him.
"...You didn't get any burns, right?" you hesitantly asked, making him shake his head.
"No... I'm fine," he reassured, making you sigh in relief.
"And... I wanted to say thank you for always looking out for me," Fred added, reaching out for your hand.
"I'm sorry I didn't show how much I appreciate what you do for me," you sharply inhaled and looked away, feeling shy under his gaze.
"Well... What kind of partner am I if I didn't take care of my boyfriend?" you grumbled, making Fred chuckle.
"That's why I wanted to make it up to you," he explained, holding your hand and leading you downstairs, seeing Louis set up the table for dinner.
The air was filled with a delicious and familiar aroma, making you look back at Fred.
"I asked Louis if he could make your favorite food for dinner," Fred explained, leading you to the table.
"Really?" you mused, "Wasn't he going to cook Will's favorite?"
"Fred did the cooking," Louis clarified, making you hum in response.
"That's why it took a while to convince him," Fred explained, making you giggle.
"It looks amazing, Fred," you smiled, kissing his cheek, "Thank you,"
Fred smiled as he kissed you back.
"It's the least I could do,"
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