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Phryne watched as Dot eyed the coat and ran a hand over it, "You should get it Dot," she said.

Dot smiled, "It's very pretty miss, but I don't think it will match anything in my wardrobe."

Phryne gave Dot a gentle smile, "Then we'll get you something that does, that color would look lovely on you, it's quite cheery."

"Oh no miss, I couldn't!"

"Dot, remember what I told you about fashion?" At Dot's nod, she continued, "If this blue coat would make you happy, then you should get it, think of it as an investment piece if you want, it's elegant and it would suit you quite well."

Dot hesitated, but threw one more glace at the coat, then bit her lips, thinking of it; she was not an impulsive person, but the coat color was truly lovely, in the end, she made up her mind, "I will get it miss."

"Excellent Dot!"

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"So you went ahead and killed Dracula, huh?" You asked the man in front of you.

Trevor took a gulp of his beer, then scratched his head with one hand, "Someone had to do it," he said and motioned with his head the two people sitting on a table.

"Look at you, Trevor Belmont, monster hunter, killer of Dracula... with friends, good for you," you nodded.

"Thanks."

"You should go and join them, I have to go to the kitchen and make sure food's ready for dinner time; but, out of curiosity, why did you come back?"

Trevor stood, grabbing his tankard of beer and turned to where Sypha and Adrian sat, his back was turned to you, but looked back and said, "Because of you."

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"Want to dance?" Trevor threw the question casually your way.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance," you side eyed him, wondering where the hell he was going with this.

Trevor shrugged his shoulders, not looking at you, "I remember some, my mother was teaching before... well."

"We don't have to dance, you know?"

"I know," he turned and looked at you, his usually stern face soft and friendly, "but I want to dance with you."

You looked at him, hope blooming in your chest, then smiled and took his hand, "Then lets dance."

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"Am I seeing things or are you trying to cook?" Steve stood at the entrance of their kitchen, watching as Diana mix carefully something in a pot.

"Steve! You're home," Diana smiled at him, ""Yes, I am trying to cook something different and new, saw this recipe online and seemed simple enough, it's mac n' cheese, but don't worry, I also made a salad."

Steve felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Mac n' cheese huh? Sounds nice."

"I figure I'd do something that I know you miss, and this recipe was very simple, I hope you like it."

"Well, I appreciate the gesture," Steve walked closer and saw the pot, it wasn't very traditional looking, but he'll take it, "smells nice."

"Grab a plate, salad's on the table, it's almost done!"

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Molly felt her phone vibrate with a message, she put her equipment down and washed her hands, dried them and pull her phone from her lab's pocket, it was Greg, 'You up for dinner after work?'

Molly smiled, but the truth is, she wasn't feeling quite well, 'Sorry, the rag is a nightmare, another time?'

'Of course, you rest,' came the quick reply and she put her phone back into her pocket and continued with her work, not thinking much of the messages.

It was only when she was home in her pajamas, that a knock on her door took her by surprise, she went to see who it was, Toby walking besides her, it was Greg, she opened the door, "Greg, hi, can I help you?"

Greg smiled at her and raised his left hand and brought to her attention the plastic bag he was holding, "I know you're not feeling well, so I brought you food, Indian take out and some chocolate biscuits, and no, I'm not staying, you need to rest."

Molly was touched, it was very sweet and thoughtful of Greg to do this for her, she took the offered bag, "Thank you Greg, you really shouldn't have, I could have eaten left overs, but it's thoughtful of you."

Greg gave her another smile, "Well, got to run, take it easy," with that, he walked back to his car and she walked inside again, a smile on her face.

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You and Trevor had not seen each other since the Belmont mansion had been burnt down, you had always wondered what had happened to your friend, because the Belmonts had not deserved their fate.

And now, here you are, in your home with none other than Trevor Belmont looking awkward, you watched as he threw some looks about your home, almost fidgeting.

“I’m surprised you came back,” you told him gently, “after everything, I figured that you wouldn’t.”

Trevor shrugged, “My work brought me back,” he then took a gulp of the beer you had offered him, “and now I’m here, there is something I want to give you,” he began to look for something in his things, until he opened a pouch he had on his belt and pulled something up and extended his hand to you, “here, for you.”

It was a simple silver chain with a blue stone hanging from it, “I can’t believe you remembered...” you told him, smile forming in your face, “it’s lovely, thank you Trevor.”

“Yeah well,” he looked away, not fast enough that you could see his blush on his cheeks, “it’s your birthday, had to get you something, I’m not that much of an idiot.”

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“I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before,” Adrian confessed, looking away from you, “I thought that I could avoid it, but it seems as I can’t.”

You kept your eyes on his back, then sighed and closed your eyes, you understood, he had spoken about the fate of his mother, about his father’s madness and grief, “We are not your parents Adrian,” you reassured him, “their fates don’t dictate ours.”

Silence greeted your statement and you feared that you had messed up, but then “No, indeed, they do not, but still I worry.”

“You are a good man Adrian,” you said firmly, “you are not your father, you are his opposite, you are your mother’s son.”

“Thank you,” his voice was so low you barely caught what he said, “but I am afraid.”

“Of course you are, love makes people both fearful and brave, fearful for loosing the one you love and brave for fighting for them; give us a chance and let’s see where we go.”

Only after your words did he turn and looked at you, gave you a quick smile, “One day at the time.”

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It was one of the rare nights when Diana shared her mother’s bed, Hippolyta had told her a story and then tucked her in, only to ready herself for bed, she had been falling asleep when she heard Diana’s voice, “Mama, do you think we’ll ever see the Gods?”

“I do not know child,” Hippolyta said, “sleep my love, it’s late and we both must rest.”

Diana did not spoke again and Hippolyta slept, only to be shaken awake again later on, “Mama, do you think aunt Antiope would tell me the story about leading the army again?”

“Diana, sleep, I am sure your aunt will, but now, sleep child.”

Silence fell again in the room and Hippolyta slept again, only to be waken, yet again with a “Mama, do you think that Philippus will teach me to play aprrhaxis*?

Diana, I am all for encouraging to play and share in your interests but child, it’s late, now sleep, else I’ll ground you.”

 

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"If we’re going to keep ending up in life-or-death situations, trust that I will save you every single time," Trevor said, a smug grin on his face.

"Oh? So, you're saying I am incapable of saving us?" You asked.

Trevor's smiled vanished, replaced by a look of worry, "No, I - I mean, I'm a Belmont, saving people is what we kind of do."

You rolled your eyes, "Sure thing Trevor."

"Don't believe me, huh?" He said as he crossed his arms and looked at you, "Remind me to tell you how I defeated Dracula."

"You had help," you replied with amusement tinged in your voice, "but please, do."

Trevor groaned, "You're the worst."

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"Are you well, Trevor?" Was the first thing you asked after seeing Trevor gulp down the beer you had offered him.

"Just remembering stuff," he muttered, "nothing you should worry about."

You patted the chair besides you, inviting him to sit down, "About the night the Belmont Manor was burnt down wasn't it?"

He did not answered you, instead, he looked outside and you knew you were correct, "I keep seeing it in my dreams," he admitted it after a while, "I want to be proud of what I’ve done, but I’ve lost so much.

"Your parents would be so proud of you, and I know that because I am proud of you" you took his hand in yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, "on your own since you're twelve and yet, look at you, a great monster hunter and a good man."

The corners of his lips curled upwards, "You always know what to say to make me feel better, thank you."

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"You're never going to believe what just happened," Steve said to Diana as they walked together, they only shared two classed, but they got along quite well and Steve would willingly admit that he had a crush on her.

"Oh? What happened?"

"Etta convinced me to run for class president!"

Steve saw Diana arch and eyebrow and smirk, "Against me Steve? You're going to loose."

"Crap, I forgot you're in the running, is it too late to take it back?"

"Yes, I want to see what you come up with," Diana, feeling quite mischievous, gave Steve a quick kiss on the cheek, "but may the best woman win."

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Molly's phone vibrated in her pocked, so she straightened herself and removed her gloves quickly, she took the phone out and realized it was Greg, "Hello?"

"Oh hello Molly, sorry to call at work, I'm going to apologize, I don't think I can make it to our date tonight."

Molly frowned, "Is everything alright?"

"Difficult case and I don't really want to talk about it, so how about we see each other tomorrow if you don't have any plans?"

Molly bit her lip, "How about this, dinner and a silly show on the telly, I'll cook something."

"You're such a sweetheart Molly, sounds good to me, see you tonight."

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“Steve?”‌‌ Diana asked, gently as they cuddled in bed.

“Yes, Diana?” Steve was beginning to fall asleep, so his voice was on the sleepy side, but still, he kept a gentle smile on his face.

“Your feet are cold, keep ‘em off me.”

Steve pretended to gasp in shock, “I have never been more offended in my whole life, how dare you‌ Diana, my feet are just warm and cozy, you’re the one who’s burning up.”

“Steve…”

“Yeah, I’ll get socks.”

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You stared at the monsters, back against the wall feeling panic rise, “Trevor, are you sure you can take them?”

Your lover didn’t take his eyes of the monsters, “Trust me, I’ve done this a million times.”

“Not a very comforting thought right now,” you muttered, preparing to say something else, but saw Trevor step forward and then, the sound of his whip cracked the air.

“See, I’ve got it…” as soon as those words left his mouth, two other monsters made their appearance, “don’t worry Y/N, I’ve still got it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Why are we lovers again?”

“Because I’m a great catch and an amazing hunter?”

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“What’s the biggest lie you ever told?”‌ You asked Trevor as you both walked around the town’s market.

Trevor was silent for a while, but you were sure he had heard you quite well, then, when you were no longer expecting an answer, he spoke, so softy you hardly caught what he said, “That I don’t care that if die while killing monsters.”

Your heart went out to him, “If it’s any sort of comfort, I’d care if you die, I don’t want you too do so,” you said as you grabbed his arm with both of your hands and drew closer to him, “for what’s worth, I’d mourn your loss.”

“Thank you,” his voice was barely above a whisper, but you heard it, “some days I don’t care if I day but… there are others where I want to settle down somewhere, have a family - I miss that -, have a normal life, but then again, I’m a Belmont.”

“Maybe when the time’s right, you’ll find that special someone who will understand what being a Belmont entails, and you’ll have that family that you crave,” it hurt to say that, considering how much you loved him, but were prepared to let him go if it mean he was happy.

“Maybe I already did.”

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Molly had not forgotten that she had invited Greg over for dinner, problem was, her boss had been a complete nightmare all day and she was weary, but it was too late to cancel on Greg, specially since Greg had volunteered to cook dinner.

When she arrived home, Greg was already in the kitchen, prepping whatever is that he was making, she smiled as Toby came over and rubbed on her legs, “I’m home.”

“Welcome home Molly,” Greg said as he took something out of the oven and placed it on the stove, “I made shepherd's pie, how was your day.”

“Can we just cuddle and forget about everything?”

Greg look at Molly, seeing how tired she looked, and then went to her, hugged her and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, “One of those days huh? And sure, we can cuddle all you want, but dinner first.”

Molly felt a deep gratitude for Greg and his ability to comfort her whenever she needed comfort, he was a very understanding man and he was just so kind, “Thank you.”

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“Hail, and well met Steven Trevor,”‌ the woman spoke at him with an unusual formality.

“Hello miss,” he answered, “can I help you?”

The woman gave him a mysterious smile, “No, I just simply wished to meet the man our dear Diana loves so.”

Alarm bells went off in his head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he asked, feeling quite wary, “you’re a friend of Diana I take?”

The woman’s grin widened, “I am Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, an aunt of sorts to‌ Diana, and like I said, I wished to meet you; and now that I have, it gladdens my heart that she knows love and that you love her truly for who she is, you have my approval.”

“Thank you?”

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Amy and Sherlock were sitting down, having breakfast, but Amy was giving Sherlock an appraising look, “What’s with the face Amelia?”

“Oh, nothing really,” she waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, “just that I heard you sing in the shower, you’re a surprising baritone.”

Sherlock’s eyes widened slightly, it would’ve passed unnoticed had Amy not know Sherlock as well as she did, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, dismissing Amy’s assessment of his voice.

“Sure you do,”‌ Amy’s grin was playful and her eyes held a glint of something Sherlock did not quite liked, “Now we just need to get you out of the shower and singing in front of an audience, Mr. Holmes.”

“Not going to happen,” he capitulated, “I am not a performer at all, and I was singing in the privacy of my bath, I won’t do so for anyone else.”

“Not even for me? Well, now I’m hurt,” Amy pouted, but her eyes sparkled with humor, “maybe Misses Hudson would love hearing you sing.”

Sherlock straighten up, eyes narrowing, “Do not dare.”

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“Trevor Belmont, you’re the most unromantic man I’ve ever met,” you said with a laugh as Trevor was making faces at child.

Trevor straightened up, stopped making faces with the child and turned to you, “You think so?”

“I know so,” you said, smile still on your face, “here we are on a supposedly romantic walk and you’re making faces at a child.”

Trevor got a pensive look on his face, then nodded, “How about this? Every moment I was away from you, I ached to hold you in my arms once more and now that I’ve seen you face, I feel like I finally drank beer after wandering in a dessert alone.”

Your eyebrows shot up, surprised at how, well romantic that was, well romantic for Trevor Belmont, “Where did that come from?”

“My heart, and I am so offended that you didn’t think I’m capable of romance.”

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You were woken in the middle of the night to loud knocking on your door, “I’m coming!” you yelled and the knocking stopped, your hand rested on the handle, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Trevor,” came the rough voice.

You opened the door and were about to ask what was wrong, when you saw Trevor leaning against the door frame holding his side, “You’re wounded!”

“Oh this,” he waved his other hand, “just a scratch, bastard managed to actually scratch me.”

You rolled your eyes, ushering to the nearest chair so he could sit, “Leave it to you Belmont, to survive fighting Dracula and get injured on a tavern fight, only you.”

He only gave you a cheeky and unrepentant grin, “But you’ll patch me right up, won’t you sweetheart?”

You snorted, “Sure, idiot.”

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Steve could feel the headache growing, he would never understood men who wanted to dictate what women wore, not that he wanted to hear, but the man sitting next to him at the bar seemed to have mistaken him for a fellow man who complained about women.

“She likes short skirts? Good for her!” He finally snapped and the man looked at him stupidly, as if he had just spoken in a foreign language, “What’s wrong with a woman deciding to wear short skirts? I thought we were in 2019 not 1910, she should wear whatever she wants!”

The man simply grunted and drank whatever was in his glass and left, giving him a glare, Steve didn’t care, but it was getting late and Diana had not arrived yet, he’d hope she was fine.

“There are few men like you Steve Trevor,”‌ came Diana’s voice and Steve turned and looked at her, she was smiling, “I heard you and it’s nice to hear a man defend women like that.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve scratched the back of his neck, “men have done nothing but dictate what women can do through the years,‌ I’d say we let women run the world now, we had a turn and it’s a mess.”

Diana laughed, then grabbed his face and gently kissed him, “You give me hope Steve, and I love you for it.”

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“This was such a great idea, mom,” River sighed as the woman massaged her feet.

Amy snorted and then sipped the champagne, “Of course it is, there’s nothing quite like someone else massaging you to help you relax.”

“Bonus that we’re not running all over the universe,” River laughed and bit into a strawberry, “now, I don’t mind it too much, but this, this is nice.”

“And you just wait for the full body massage,” Amy smiled contently, “it’s quite heavenly.”

River took a sip of the champagne and bit into the strawberry again, “I’m looking forward the facial, not going to lie.”

Amy bit into a strawberry herself and gulped down what was left of her champagne, then reached out and held River’s hand, “Me too, I’m glad you came over so we could do this, this is very nice.”

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“It’s time to bed, sleepy head,” Trevor said as he gently lifted you from the chair where you had fallen asleep reading, “I’ve got you.”

You rested against his chest and heard the beating of his heart, “Not asleep,” you murmured.

Trevor grinned, even if you couldn’t see it, said nothing and took you to your bedroom and gently laid you down on your bed, he was going to leave when you spoke, “Stay with me.”

Trevor hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged and took of his boots and laid down next to you, “I love you,” he whispered softly.

“Love you too,” you whispered back and then promptly fell asleep.

That night was the best sleep Trevor Belmont had had in years.

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“Daenerys gets killed and Sansa is named Queen in the‌‌ North,” Sherlock said casually.

Amy dropped the fork that had the food she was about to eat, “Spoilers!”

Sherlock was unfazed, “The show ended quite a while ago Amelia, how did you missed it all?”

“Traveling with the Doctor that’s how! Now, how the hell do you even know what happened, you don’t watch the show.”

“John wouldn’t stop complaining about it, and I knew that Daenerys and Sansa are your favorites, so, I’d figured you’d know by now.”

“Well, I didn’t,”‌ Amy glared at‌ Sherlock, “and now you’ve taken the surprise out of it, damn it.”

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He was a detective, so reading people and having a good grasp on who and what they were was an important part of his job.

Which is perhaps why he liked Phryne so much.

To the average person, Phryne was pure glitter - glamorous and elegant, with an appreciation for the finer things in life, a woman who took her pleasures and wasn’t apologetic about it.

To others, Phryne was pure gold - someone who fought for those who couldn’t fight for themselves, her kindness and generosity knew no bounds, she was fierce and loyal, brave and undeterred.

“Will you join us for dinner tonight Jack?” Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Of course Miss Fisher,” he answered and saw her pleased smile; yes, Phryne Fisher was a complicated woman, but he liked that, for in his eyes, she was both glitter and gold and completely priceless.

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You were surprised to see Trevor at your door, less surprised to see him with a bruise on his face, another tavern brawl, "Why did you fight this time Trevor Belmont?"

He shrugged, "Does it matter, it just happened, but I am sorry to bother you."

Your face softened and gave him half a smile, "It's not a bother Trevor, come, let me see that bruise, but you should try and be nicer to people, I won't be always around to patch you up."

"Not sure if you can't tell, but I'm not exactly a people person, I'm a Belmont, that alone makes me quite unwanted on some places."

"You'll always be wanted here," you said, "the doors of my house will always be open to you, whenever you need a place to sleep or a warm plate of food, you'll have it."

Trevor didn't speak for a while, but then, he kissed the top of your head, "And that is why I love you."

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"I'll have you know, Y/n, that I am a tolerable drunk," Trevor said and then took a deep gulp of his ale, "everybody but me is an asshole."

You laughed hard, you've known Trevor for quite a while and you knew that he could be a complete idiot, "Of course Trevor, everyone but you is the problem."

"Exactly, I'm glad you get that Y/n," Trevor finished his ale and then looked at you, cheeks rosy, "that's why I've always liked you, you know?"

"You're just trying to get out of paying for that ale," you joked, "but even if you're joking, I like you too, you idiot and I wish you were more careful on bar fights."

Trevor scratched his beard, "What can I say, I quite like having a cute woman tending my wounds," then he saw you frown and hurried up, "but you know I'm a Belmont, sometimes those hurts don't come from bar fights."

You gave him a stern look, "At least promise me you'll be careful?"

"Cross my heart."

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You looked up as you heard the door open, your eyes widened at seeing who it was, it was Adrian, you hoped that he'd come for company and not because something was wrong, "Good to see Adrian," you greeted him.

"Y/n, good evening to you," he greeted you and sat at the bar.

"Do you want anything?" You asked, coming closer to him, you really did like him, so what if he was the son of Dracula, he had had a human mother and had fought to stop his father's reign of terror.

"Ale and some meat, whatever you have will do," he gave you a small smile and you felt your heart soar.

"I'll get the food right now, you're just in time, all is pipping hot!" You said, hoping that he would not notice the small quiver on your voice, he really did something to you.

His smile grew a little, "How lucky I am tonight, hot food and good company."

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You hurried back into the kitchens and got a bowl of meat stew, and walked back to where Adrian was sitting and placed the bowl in front of him, "Beef stew served and ale coming up!"

Once you put a tankard of ale in front of him, Adrian ate carefully, "All is well, I hope," you asked, tentatively hoping to have some conversation with him.

Adrian stopped eating and looked at you, "As well as it can be, you, Y/n, is all well with you?"

"All is good thank you," you answered, then stopped, wondering if you should leave him alone, thing is, you didn't want to leave him alone right now and there were barely any other patrons on the bar, in the end, without thinking too much, you asked, "You're not lonely are you?"

Adrian stopped and looked at you, his eyes seemed to glow, there was sadness there and you felt bad for him and your thoughtlessness, "No, I have been busy, you shouldn't concern with me being alone, but thank you for your kindness."

"Well," you said, hoping you didn't embarrassed yourself too much, "if you're ever in need of a friend or good company, you can always come to find me," there you've said it, hopefully he wouldn't be dismissive of your good (if a little selfish intentions), "and we could talk about whatever."

Adrian looked at you and smiled at you, a genuine smile that lit up his handsome face, "Thank you, Y/n, I will keep it in mind."

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"Molly?"

The voice of the woman was a purr, and Molly looked up from the cadaver she was inspecting to find Irene at the door of her laboratory, "Hi, Irene, something wrong?"

"Oh nothing much," Irene was pure sensuality and Molly found herself entranced watching as she approached, "I just wanted to come in and see if you wanted to go for tea or lunch?"

"Um, I don't think I could get away with it right now," Molly tried not to stare at her girlfriend, but Irene was simply magnetic and commanded people's attention so very easy, "my boss might complain at me leaving."

Irene's smile sharp, "Oh he won't say a thing, I had a little chat with him just before coming here, who do you think pointed me at your lab?"

Molly resisted the urge to groan, but she failed in not rolling her eyes, "Figures, you're a terrible influence, you know?"

Irene tried and failed at making an innocent face, "I have no idea of what you speak of."

 

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"I dreamt about you last night," Greg confessed, it had taken him quite the courage to do so and now he couldn't look at Molly in the face.

Molly blinked, surprised, "What did you dreamed about?"

"I dreamt you picked me instead of Sherlock," Greg's voice was soft and full of emotion, still, he didn't dare to look at Molly in the eyes and he cursed himself for it.

"Oh," Molly found herself speechless, she knew that Greg liked her, she had not missed how he'd looked at her at Sherlock and John's Christmas party, but to find that he actually wanted her to pick him, that was quite the surprise, "Is that what you want? For me to pick you and give you a chance?"

"Yes," Greg answered, "I'd love nothing more to have a chance to get to know you better, to take you out on a date and if you liked me back, to call you mine."

Molly found herself quite overwhelmed, this declaration was unexpected, not unpleasant, Greg was a good man, so she made up her mind, "Then take me out and we'll see where this goes."

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“Oh this is really nice!” Molly exclaimed as the masseuse rubbed her down, at first she had been quite hesitant of Irene’s idea for a date, but now, as she was gently massaged and pampered, she could not complain.

On the other table, Irene smiled a knowing grin, “See my little darling, I told you this would be a good idea, and if you think this is nice, wait for the foot massage that comes with champagne and strawberries.”

“Oh that sounds decadent,” Molly said, “but you know what? This isn’t an everyday experience, so what the hell.”

“That’s the spirit dearest,” Irene winked at Molly, “and we still have the facials and some other surprise I have in store for you.”

“You spoil me so much Irene.”

“It’s because you’re quite special Molly Hooper, and you deserve it.”

 

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“Trevor… are you sure?” You asked as you watch Trevor prepared himself for a fight.

“Yeah, Y/n, I’ve got this, I’m a Belmont, this is what I do,” Trevor said giving you a cocky grin.

You arched an eyebrow at him, “Fine Mr I-can-handle-this, if you’re so sure, why exactly did you asked me to get you holy water early today, huh?”

Trevor scratched his chin and shrugged his shoulder, “Extra precaution, or a just-in-case if you will… are you sure you want to help me?”

“Yeah, I will help you, I trust you enough to take care of it without me being in danger,” you said.

“I’m so touched.”

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“I am so happy that you are helping me with my shopping miss!”

Phryne smiled indulgently at Dot, who for once was actually excited about fashion, “Oh Dot, I’m always happy to help you, it’s always a joy seeing in pretty things, because those pretty things only accentuate how lovely you are.”

Dot blushed, but for once did not argue about her being pretty and Phryne considered it a victory, “Now come, I saw two dresses that I quite like for you Dot.”

Dot followed Phryne and watched her as she picked two dresses, one was a lovely sky blue and the other was blush pink, she ran her hand down the fabric and smiled, they were quite nice, “I don’t know which one to pick miss, which one do you think I should get?”

Phryne, who knew better than to push for both dresses (she could always send Mr. Butler for the second and gift it to Dot) looked at them again and while both were quite nice for Dot, the blue would bring out her eyes, “The blue one Dot, it will be lovely on you.”

Dot took the dress and inspected it again, nodding, she agreed, “I will take it then miss.”

“Good choice Dot!”

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“I can’t believe that you’re actually leaving,” you say as you watched Trevor eat.

“No rest for the wicked,” he mumbled, “and I’m a Belmont, so it’s my responsibility to keep fighting the creatures of darkness; it’s been nice, being here with you for a bit.”

“It was nice having you here and get to spend some time with you, I hope that while you’re out there in the big bad world, you don’t forget me, because I’ll miss you.”

Trevor didn’t say anything for a while and simply ate the food you had made him, but then he stood and went close to you, lifted you from your seat and held your chin in his hand, “I’m leaving tomorrow. So kiss me like you mean it.”

You stared at Trevor, unsure of what to do, but then you decided that if you were going to lose him to his work, then you might as well enjoy this one chance, you closed the space between the two of you and kissed him, you would have at least tonight with him.

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“What’s with that face Trevor?” You asked as you watched Trevor Belmont just stare at you, then drink and then once more turned to look at you, “do I have something on my face.”

“No,” Trevor mumbled into his beer, “it’s nothing, feel free to ignore me, I’ll get out of home as soon as I’m done with the beer and food, thanks for that, by the way.”

“You’re welcome,” you smiled at him, “but you don’t have to leave you know, I have an extra bedroom you can stay if you want.”

“I can’t stay, I want to, but I can,” Trevor said and then took a deep gulp of the beer, then set the tankard down, and looked everywhere but you, “I want to stay, but I can’t,” he repeated, seemingly thorn with himself, “because all I want to do is kiss you and not let you go.”

You dropped the plate that you had been holding, listening as it clanged against the floor, you had not been expecting that, but you were not entirely displeased, Trevor was a handsome man and well, you wouldn’t mind being kissed by him, mind made up, you squared your shoulder, “Then go ahead and kiss me.”

Trevor narrowed his eyes at you and you did your best to to flinch at his suspicious look, but in the end, he stood and strode to you in confident steps, grabbed you by the waist and drew you to him and in an instant, his lips were on you, kissing you passionately.

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Molly stared at Greg, it was such a strange thing, finding someone who liked her without actively trying to change some part of her; Greg Lestrade liked Molly Hooper, ugly jumpers and all, there was a small part of her that worried he truly didn’t, “Why?” she asked.

Greg’s eyebrows shot upwards in surprise, blinked a couple of times and then closed his mouth, but when he spoke, it was slow and measured, “Because you’re clever and funny, kind and smart, because there is a gentle strength to you, because you’re unafraid, because you’re gorgeous,” he stopped and gave her a knowing grin, “and because you’re one of the few people who can put Sherlock in his place.”

Molly was struck speechless, then looked down for a bit, but when she looked up, Greg was smiling at her, gentle and not an ounce of mockery in his face, “I’m just surprised I guess, I keep expecting something to be wrong with you, and you’re just so… good.”

“I’m just a man Molly, I make mistakes, like everyone else, but I’m honestly just trying to do my best and be a good man, I know you haven’t had the best luck in dating, frankly, neither have I, but I will regret it forever if I didn’t say anything to you.”

“Since when?” Molly asked, worriedly and curious.

“Since Sherlock’s Christmas’ party, I admit that you took my breath away in that dress, but the more I got to know you, the more I liked you, so, what do you say, want to go on a date and see how this goes?”

Feeling braver than usual, Molly smiled, “Why not?”

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Amelia Pond is someone who believes in miracles, all thanks to that wonderful raggedy man and those adventures she lived in, but this? This is beyond anything she could have hoped for.

She had met Sherlock when she settled in London, finding that Leadworth was no longer the place she wanted to, she had changed too much to settle in a small place, London suited her wants and needs just fine.

Her relationship with Sherlock had not gone smoothly, he could be such a pain in the arse when he wanted to, but lately, he had tried to change and better himself and she was happy, especially with the news she was to share with him.

Grabbing the copy of her blood test and the store bought one, she went downstairs where Sherlock was probably reading or thinking, “I have some news for you,” she said.

Sherlock looked up from the book he was reading, deducing quickly that whatever news it was, it must be something pleasant, for Amy was smiling, “Yes?”

Amy drew closer and handed him the file and the pregnancy test, smiling as Sherlock’s eyes widened in surprise, he knew that she couldn’t have anymore children, so this baby was a welcomed surprise for her, “Congratulation dad, you better start thinking of names.”

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Phryne loves to dance, for her, it’s a celebration of happiness and what better occasion to dance that dear Dot marrying Hugh?

She spots Jack talking to her dad, takes a glass of champagne, looks around and takes a sip, lips curling upwards at what she sees, Dot and Hugh’s few friends gathered in her house, celebrating the momentous occasion.

A ballad comes from the gramophone, Hugh takes Dot’s hand and they begin to sway in the middle of the room; she takes the chance to approach Jack as her father walks towards the canapes.

“Dance with me Jack,” she says.

Jack Robinson doesn’t hesitate anymore, he takes her hand and places the other at her way and sways gently with her, “Lovely night Miss Fisher, you outdid yourself for Miss Williams and Hugh, and if I may say so, you look wonderful.”

Phryne’s smile is wide and her eyes sparkle under the lights, “They deserve it, may love always keep them warm, thank you Jack.”

Jack smiles in return, “Agreed and you’re most welcome.”

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Molly wasn’t used to gifts that were due to either Christmas or birthdays, but now, as she held the comfy cat patterned socks that Greg had gifted her, she found herself smiling, “Thank you Greg, they’re nice.”

Greg gave her a smile and to Molly, he seemed relieved, “I’m glad you liked them, I saw them on the store and thought of you.”

On impulse, Molly hugged Greg, “I love them, they look like Toby too and they’re warm! I get cold feet sometimes so these are perfect.”

Greg returned the hug and was about to say something when his phone went off, looking who it was, he frowned, “I think I have to go, Detective Donovan wouldn’t call unless it’s an emergency, enjoy the socks Molly.”

“Take care,” Molly watched as Greg picked the phone and heard a bit about a place Greg was needed, watched him go and then made her way to her kitchen to make herself a cuppa, Toby purring contently around her legs, “how nice of Greg, don’t you think Toby?”

Several hours later, as Molly prepared herself for bed, she opted to wear the socks, they were soft, warm and cozy, just like Greg.

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Olive Snook knocked on Ned’s door, it wasn’t unusual that she did, what was unusual was the large plastic container that she was carrying, for Olive Snook had trouble of the sweet kind, “Ned, you there?”

It didn’t take long for the door to open and indeed, Olive Snook’s dear piemaker was on the other side of it, “Olive, hi, something’s wrong?”

Olive smiled, happy that Ned would concern himself with her well being, “A sweet kind of trouble, you see, I baked too many cookies and now I’m positively swimming on them, so,” she lifted the container so Ned could see it, “I brought you some, chocolate and peanut butter chips.”

Ned gave her a half a smile and took the container from her hands, “Ah, well, thank you Olive.”

“You’re welcome Ned, if you want some more, let me know, it’s Christmas season and it just makes me want to bake cookies and make some punch.”

“Will do, thanks again Olive.”

As Olive Snook retreated back to her apartment, she couldn’t help but hope that Ned would like the cookies and maybe ask her for more, she’d always bake anything for Ned.

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Diana doesn’t have many chances to relax, between her work at the Museum, her work as Wonder Woman and the constant daily life, she’s busy and it’s not often that she allows herself to rest and take a vacation.

But Steve had insisted on taking her to the mountains for a short holiday, using the excuse of Christmas time, he’d booked them a cabin in the woods and now here they were, alone and surrounded by nature, cuddling in front of a roaring fire in the living room.

“This is nice,” Diana admits, feeling quite sleepy between the warmth that came from the fire and Steve’s own body, “you were right, I needed time off.”

Steve kisses the back of her head, “Yes, the world won’t end on a week, even Wonder Woman needs to time off; if all else fails, I told Clark where to contact us in case of a real emergency.”

“Superman, huh?” Diana twists so she can be face to face with Steve, “Thank you, that’s very considerate of you, but I’m glad that you insisted on days off, I quite like this, you and me in front of the fire, hot chocolate with marshmallows and the quietness of the world outside, it’s perfect.”

“Yeah, I like him,” Steve gives her a dazzling smile, “You’re worth it Diana, and as long as I’m around, I’ll always look out for you as best I can, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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“Diana, I - um, I got you something for Christmas, but since you neither of us will be here, I figured I’d give it to you early, I hope you like it,” Steve says and offers a medium size gift bag at her.

Diana takes it in her hands and smiles, “Thank you Steve, can I open it now?”

“If you want,” Steve nods once and Diana notices that he’s fidgeting in place, “I honestly hope you like it.”

Diana carefully removes the paper and sees that it’s a knitted red sweater, she pulls it out and can clearly see that it’s handmade, her heart does a little flip and her smile grows wider, “You made this,” it’s not a question, “Thank you, it’s really sweet of you Steve.”

Steve’s cheeks are deep pink and he scratches his chin, “Yeah, I’ve been learning to knit, and my mom says that’s a good stress reliever and well, I made you the sweater in your favorite colors.” 

On impulse, Diana kisses his cheek, “Thank you, want to go and grab some coffee?”

“Yeah.”