Memorable Oneshots

Holding Hands

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Written In Their Bones
Prompt: Holding Hands
Type: Fluff (Idk)
Ship: Amelia Wolfe x Alfred Dirkson

The young scientist breathed in the icy, winter air as she rubbed her hands. She was waiting for someone. A certain someone who she clearly loved however, she had not yet gained the courage to tell him. She didn't know why she couldn't tell him. She had done it before for other partners, but this was different. Amelia had worked with him for years and didn't want to risk their relationship. Tears began to form.

She wanted more than they had but she couldn't risk what they had collapsing. No, it's not that she couldn't it's that she didn't want to. Over the past few years their rivalry had bloomed into something words couldn't begin to describe. They were friends, but they weren't. They were partners, but they weren't. It was so irritating and confusing for the young scientist. She loved it and hated it. She either wanted to marry him or wanted to strangle him. It infuriated her that she couldn't control her feelings. She could usually compartmentalise everything, everything but him. She didn't know what to do.

And that scared her. She was a scientist and prided herself on her intellect.

"Hey shorty, You okay?" She heard a familiar voice ask.  Wiping her eyes quickly she turned with a small pout.
"I was before you called me that." She replied. The tall brunet looked at her skeptically, but shrugged it off hesitantly.
"So where do you feel like eating lunch, shorty?" He asked with a small grin, Amy thought about it for a second before answering.
"I wouldn't mind going to the diner, to be honest." She replied sheepishly.
"Sounds like a plan." He grinned, her stomach flipped. He was even more attractive with that amazing smile he had.

Alfred knew of Amelia's confusion with their relationship. Well a little bit of it anyways, Kiara had told him about it and asked him to confront her about his feelings towards her. It was then he came up with a small plan. He would ask her to lunch, as they walk there he would grab her hand, and then he would tell her. Simple enough.

"Well should we get going?" He asked simply, his grin becoming a simple smile. Amelia snickered a little and nodded, beginning to walk beside him to the small diner they planned to have lunch. Alfred made a small noise of victory, mentally of course.

As they were walking, he brushed his hand against the back of hers a couple of times before he held it. Entwining their fingers together, he looked down at her with a small, loving grin. Amelia, r.i.p her poor lovesick soul, was blushing and had looked up confused only to be met with his loving expression.

For the rest of the walk to the diner the two had small conversations about different topics with content expressions. As they finally knew what their relationship now was without any spoken words.