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Morseverse+: Hathaway + guitars
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“I remember that summer you came to stay. I think you were the politest boy I’ve ever met.“
“Thank you.”
(x)
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di lewis: let’s have a coffee break. fifteen.
[fifteen minutes later]
di lewis: i meant fifteen minutes - not fifteen coffees!
ds hathaway, vibrating slightly: you should have said that, then.
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“And now you come. Sandwichless. What happened to the other boy, the pretty one?”
“I’m a police officer.”
“Oh.”
“You didn’t happen to pass a pretty boy bearing a club sandwich?”
“May I come in, Mr Oxe?”
(x)
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“Bow down before The Midnight Addiction.”
“Absolutely. Well, I use the word ‘absolutely’ in a purely private sense, meaning ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’”
“Airplane. The Dead. The Addiction. Same breath. The iconography of my youth. Richie. Esme. Franco. Mack.”
“You’re talking in tongues, sir.”
“The members of the band. They were stars. Huge stars. I can’t believe you— You’re taking the mickey, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hm.”
“I knew that.”
(x)
“But you, you take the cake.”
“I’d like to explain, ma’am.” “I bet you would! If I want your opinion, Hathaway, I’ll ask for it. The incident was witnessed by the public, by children, by the press! If Mallory had let go, you wouldn’t be looking so smug, would you?”
“I’m not smug, ma'am, it’s just the unfortunate shape of my face.”
(x)
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“The jugular vein was sliced right through.”
“By a piece of the mirror?”
“On reflection, yes.”
“It’s too early for jokes.”
(x)
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For the fanfiction WIP ask:
Love
Monster
Paper
From the as yet untitled sequel to His Other Half (James/Robbie, Laura/Jean):
The buttons of James’ shirt are done up properly this time, but there’s no disguising the love bites on Robbie’s neck which have darkened to a deep purple overnight. ___
When she looks back across the table, James is giving Robbie an indulgent look, a small smile that telegraphs untold depths of love and devotion.
From Temporary Accommodation (James/Robbie, James stays at Robbie’s place, also there’s a case):
“Aye, aye. Of course,” Robbie says with a grimace, taking the paper coffee cup out of James’ hand.
From A Different Light (No Holiday part 3, James/Duncan):
“Aye, yeah.” Duncan nods, takes a large sip of wine, and looks back at the mess of papers. ___
“Duncan,” Jimmy says, as tender as that first proper kiss. “I— I love you.”
No monsters anywhere as it turns out. Thanks for playing. :D
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Underrated ships: James Hathaway + Robert Lewis [LEWIS]
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James & cigarette #2
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Sir #161-162
- I’ve been a bit of an idiot, sir. I’ve been looking for hospitals in Perth.
- As requested.
- But it’s not in Perth. It’s of Perth. You know, the medallion that Gwilliam wore, it’s not a St Christopher. It’s St William, sir. St William of Perth.
- Should I be sitting down for this?
Source: milesaway7
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Anonymous asked:
Duncan and Jimmy, but also James and Robbie?: Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?
Duncan and James (putting both of their names together in a sentence like that makes me think of Duncan & James in other contexts but that’s an entirely different question).
Duncan, though not quite as much as a devil-may-care rogue as his reputation would have anyone believe, is definitely up for anything that gets Jimmy flustered. And nothing gets him flustered like Duncan stopping by the station for some other perfectly reasonable and innocent reason and leaning toward Jimmy as he’s leaving and reminding Jimmy what they got up to last night, or what they will get up to tonight. Especially if Tosh is nearby and notices Jimmy blush and gives Duncan a thumbs up behind Jimmy’s back.
There’s a particular way James says ‘sir’, like the word is ten times dirtier than any one syllable has a right to be. That ‘sir’ is reserved strictly for the bedroom, but every once in a while a hint of it slips out while they’re on a case. At first Robbie assumes it’s an accidental slip up, until he catches the smirk on James’ face. Once James realizes Robbie knows he’s doing it on purpose he starts doing it more, seeing how much he can make Robbie blush in the presence of a corpse, or Innocent. Robbie dragging James inside the flat as soon as they get home, taking a hold of him by the lapels and nearly growling about James being a cheeky sod and what if someone else noticed does nothing to keep James from ‘sir’ing him in that same way the next day. If anything, he does it more.