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Happy Birthday @hoiist 🎉🥂
they call this one the Green Steel lmao
#I hope you have (had?) a very be gay do crimes day mate#swtor#chiss#mirialan#smuggler#eedris#xucie#hoiist#star wars#the old republic
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The Dinner
Characters: Poly! Grian x GTWS x Mumbo x M! Reader
Warnings: slight angst, kinda betrayal?, unaccepting family
Words: 2217
Prompt: N/A
I posted this on AO3 about a week ago and I thought i had posted it here too, but apparently I hadn't lol sorry!!
It was supposed to be easy to distance himself. Nothing was supposed to get through the encryptions and nothing was supposed to be able to get even close to his house. However, the letter made it into his hands. The letter seared itself into his brain as he thought about it all day and all night. For two days, he thought about the letter, memorizing every bit of it so he could think about what he would do.
It was a short letter, one containing only an invitation to dinner. Normally, one would feel delighted to get an invitation from one’s mother to attend a family dinner. However, Y/N felt nothing but dread. He would have been fine if his mother didn’t add the sneaky little thing she had.
Bring your girlfriend. I’ve heard you've gotten quite serious. The letter reads. That part is what got him. That’s the part that has him staying up all night. It wasn’t like she was wrong, he was in a very serious relationship. But he was not dating a woman. Nor was he dating just one person. No, he just had to be difficult for his mother and date three men.
He was conflicted. At one end, he wanted to go and introduce his family to his partners and his partners to his family, but at the same time, he knew the response he would get from his family. It would be anger and disappointment, maybe even hatred. He didn’t know if he could take a reaction like that.
A knock shocked him from his thoughts. It was late, the darkness outside of his window told him that. He hesitated before going to open the door, hoping it wasn’t a zombie. It was a zombie, just not the one he was hoping it wasn’t. The door opened slowly to reveal the exhausted, yet caring, face of his neighbor.
“What are you doing up so late, babes?” Cleo asked. He could hear the exhaustion in her words. “I saw your light was on and came to check on ya.”
He frowned, “Me? Why are you up so late?”
“Oi, I asked first.”
He didn’t laugh. In fact, his eyes burned from tears. None fell, but he knew they were there. “I can’t sleep. Not a crime, is it?”
Cleo’s expression softened and she gestured to the door. He nodded and she entered the building, closing the door behind her. The pair walked to the kitchen, where they sat at the island together. “What’s going on, babes? Do you need to talk?”
His mind was a mess. Did he want to talk? What would he talk about? The fact that his family expected him to bring his nonexistent girlfriend to dinner? His nonexistent girlfriend. The words echoed in his mind for a second before he stared at Cleo.
“Cleo, will you be my girlfriend?”
Cleo’s eyes widened and she coughed, choking on air. “I- uh- What?!” She steadies herself quickly. “Mate, I know we’re close and all, but I don’t think your boyfriends would appreciate that very much.” He groans, placing his head in his arms. “What’s going on? Why’re you asking me something like that?”
“My mom invited me to dinner.”
Her eyebrows rose slightly, “Okay, that’s great.”
“She wants me to bring my girlfriend.”
Her expression shifted slightly, “Okay, less great. You haven’t come out to her?”
He shook his head, “No, well kind-of? I told her I was interested in boys, back when I was identifying as a bisexual, but I never told her I was gay. Or poly.” He frowned, “Even as a bisexual, she didn’t really accept me. She was always saying that she expected me to be with a girl regardless. She doesn’t really accept, I suppose.” He sighed, “I don’t want her to lash out at me or at them.” He said, referring to his boyfriends.
Cleo was quiet for a moment before she moved to cover his hand with her own. “Babes, I think you just have to talk to them about it. You know them, Grian, Mumbo, and Scar. You know they would figure it out. You should just talk to them.”
He sighed, “You’re right I know them. I know they’d want to go to dinner regardless. Just to see if she would accept it. But I know she won’t. I can’t say no to them, Cleo.”
Cleo smiled, “They’ll understand. I know they will. Just talk with them. Please? If you still want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, and your boys are okay with that, then I will gladly be your girlfriend. Deal?”
He hesitated before nodding, “Deal.”
The next morning, he woke up to hushed whispers surrounding him.
“Aww, look at ‘im. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.”
“That he is.”
“Move out the way, you’re blocking my view of him!”
“Scar! Shush! You’re gonna wake him up!”
His eyes fluttered open, coming to view his adorable boyfriends. He noticed the positions they were in. Grian was perched above him on his bed’s headboard, Scar was leaning onto his fists at the end of the footboard, and Mumbo was sitting awkwardly at the foot of the bed.
Grian noticed his eyes had opened and whined, “Aww, you guys woke him up!”
Mambo scoffed, “I believe you mean you and Scar woke him up.” He smiled at his boyfriend.
Y/N’s mouth fitted into a grin, “Hey.” His voice was scratchy with sleep and Mumbo’s ears flushed.
“Hey, pumpkin.” Scar grinned, moving to lay beside him in bed. “What were you dreamin’ about?”
He thought back to his dreams. It was a nightmare, actually. About how that dinner would go if he brought his partners. His real partners. “Uh, dreamt about y’all actually.” It wasn’t totally a lie.
Scar dramatically placed a hand over his heart, “Oh, how amazin’. I love it when you dream of us.”
Grian rolled his eyes, “You’re so dramatic!”
“You love it.”
Mumbo watched quietly before laying down to the right of his newly-awoken boyfriend. “Hey.” He mumbled as the other two talked together.
Y/N turned and grinned at his boyfriend, pressing his lips to his cheeks lightly, “Morning, my love.”
Mumbo chuckled lightly, “Stop, you’re tickling me.” He laughed softly before his eyes focused on him again. “I got a message this morning. From Cleo.” He said quietly. “She said you had something important to talk to us about. I haven't mentioned it to the other two yet, though.”
A frown quickly replaced his calm smile. He sat up and sighed, “Oh, okay.” He hoisted himself out of bed, quickly getting ready for the day.
As he did so, Scar and Grian looked at him confused. Grian glanced at Mumbo, “Did we miss something? What happened?”
Mumbo sighed and shook his head, “Nothing yet.”
Scar huffed, “Now wait one second, are you two hiding something from us?” He narrowed his eyes at Mumbo, who averted his gaze. He gasped, “You are! What is it?”
Grian’s feathers ruffled, “What do you mean, hiding something? Are you two keeping a secret?”
Y/N shook his head, “No, nothing. I just need to talk to you guys later.” He glanced at Mumbo with a reassuring smile, “Later, though. Not now.”
The three shared a glance of worry before nodding, “Okay.” They said simultaneously. He smiled, opening the door as he finished pulling his shirt on.
“Okay, come on, let's go make some breakfast.” The three hurried over, scrambling over to the kitchen, pushing each other as they went. He chuckled at his lovers, smiling to himself before he remembered the letter. He glanced to his bedroom, where the letter sat beside his bed. His name was called and he hurried to meet up with his loves.
Throughout the day, he tried to think of ways to talk about it with them. He really did try! It wasn’t like he was avoiding the entire thing and ignored the pointed looks Cleo gave him when he passed by. By the time the sun was setting, he still had yet to say anything.
While he was ignoring the issue, his boyfriends noticed something was wrong with him. He was acting weird and they knew something was up. While he was in the restroom, they talked about it.
“Well, Cleo said he had something he needed to talk to us about.” Mumbo muttered, twisting his mustache.
Grian hummed, “Maybe he got some bad news?”
Mumbo shrugged, “She didn’t tell me what it was about. Only that he wanted to talk.”
“Do you think he wants to break up with us?”
The two turned to stare at Scar, an absurd look on their face. “What? No- I can’t imagine that's it.” Grian said with a final shake of his head. “Are you worried about that, love?”
Scar nodded, “No, no, you're right. Sorry. I just don’t know what else it could be.”
“I think we ask him when he comes back.” Mumbo suggested. The other two nodded and they waited patiently for their boyfriend to return.
When he eventually made his way back into the living room, he noticed the slight tension in the room. “Uh, are you okay, my loves?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing.
“We should be asking you that question.” Grian said, urging Y/N into a seat. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting off all day.”
“And about what Cleo said-”
Y/N sighed, “Why did they have to bring that up?” He groaned quietly before rubbing his eyes lightly. “Okay, fine. I was invited to bring my girlfriend to family dinner.”
The trio in front of him were quiet for a second before Scar interrupted. “Hmm, okay, see, I think I misheard you. Because I thought you said bring your girlfriend.” He laughed until he realized nobody joined him and paused. “I didn’t mishear, did I?”
Y/N shook his head. “I haven’t come out to my family, especially my mother.” He hesitated before continuing, “I asked Cleo last night to pretend to be my girlfriend for the dinner.” His boyfriends were quiet again, but he noticed how they slouched. “She declined and told me I should talk to you guys about it. I guess- I was just nervous. My mother has been my role model for years. I tried to come out as bi to her before I realized I was gay and she basically said she wouldn’t accept anyone other than a girl as my partner. I don’t think she’ll react well to me being in a serious relationship with three boys.”
Grian decided to speak up. “You asked Cleo to be your girlfriend instead of just talking to us?”
He closed his eyes tightly, “Yes. It was stupid. I’m so sorry. I panicked and I didn’t know what else to do. I love my mom, and I couldn’t stand her not accepting me or my partners.”
They were quiet again. Nobody spoke for minutes. Tension rose and Y/N could feel his throat getting tighter and his eyes burning. He kept his eyes closed, counting silently to keep his panic attack at bay.
“You could have just talked to us, y’know?” Scar eventually said. “We love you. We don’t want you to miss out on your family.” He glanced towards his boyfriends. “We care about you. So much.”
Mumbo nodded softly, “Yeah. We do. Uhm, if you really want to bring Cleo as your faux girlfriend, I won’t be upset. I understand how much your mom means to you.”
It took a little bit for Grian to speak. He curled himself into his wings, “I love you. I don’t want you thinking we won’t accept your decisions. If you want to go with her, fine.”
He stared at them with an absurd expression, “What? No! You guys are supposed to be mad at me. Why aren’t you mad at me?”
“Because we care about you.” Scar repeated. “We understand that you’re under a lot of stress. We know you love us. Mistakes happen. It's okay.” He paused before trying to lighten the mood, “But, y’know, Grian can play a mean girl if you wanted.”
He laughed, wiping his eyes. “You guys- You are so amazing. I love you.” He pressed his lips to Scar’s. Before kissing Grian and Mumbo in a similar fashion. “I- I want my mom to know who I am seeing.” He mumbles. “I don’t want to lie to her.” They stayed quiet as they waited for him to finish. “I- I guess I’ll have to live with whatever she decides to say. Will you go with me, my loves?”
“Of course.” Mumbo said, taking his hand and pressing his lips to his knuckles.
Scar grinned, “Can’t leave my prince all alone there, huh?”
Grian hesitated before nodding, “Yeah, yeah, of course, love.”
Y/N grinned, pulling the three into a huge hug. “I love you guys so much. So much more than anything in the world. Thank you for being patient and for loving me.”
“Ah, well, we couldn’t really help that last part. It just kinda happened.” Scar jested, poking fun at the situation. All of them laughed before they decided to head to bed, cuddling throughout the night and talking about the dinner that awaited them.
#poly hermitcraft x reader#grian x reader#male reader#keymeadoww#x reader#gtws x reader#hermitcraft x reader#mumbo x reader
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What I Read in August 2021
I... my first draft got deleted and that took forever to make so please like this for my sanity. I bookmarked 26 fics and read 1 book this month, so not as much as my previous two months but still! The majority is Harry Potter, but there's a spare Sherlock one and Friends one in there. A lot of these fics have other people raising Harry because that's just what I've been in the mood for lately.
Friends
For someone to ripple the waters by teatrolley
Plot: He’s fine, though, he tells himself. He’s dealing with it. He’s dating girls, and using the excuse that he’s bad at it when Joey asks him why he never brings anyone home anymore. He’s fine. That is, until Joey kisses him at New Year’s, and everything changes. Or: Chandler is in love with Joey and it's not the sort of thing you say out loud. Until, one day, it is
Characters: Chandler, Joey, Monica
Relationships: Chandler/Joey
Warnings: none
Tags: canon compliant, friends to lovers, POV Chandler, Chandler is gay, coming out
My Notes: I watched a lot of Friends over August and just!!! Chandler and Joey were the Troy and Abed of the 90s, I said what I said. This fic is so beautiful, the prose is amazing and it’s so heartfelt and it did make me tear up a little bit. I don’t typically read fics for sitcoms but I highly 100% recommend this one!
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Sherlock (stand-alone)
Feel the Tide by positivelymeteoric
Plot: Things John Watson doesn't expect to do when he transfers to a new school: A) Befriend his (possibly) mad roommate. B) Investigate a particularly nasty streak of murders with his (most likely) mad roommate. C) Fall slightly (or not so slightly) in love with his (definitely) mad roommate. D) All of the above.
Characters: Sherlock, John, Harry Watson, Mycroft, Lestrade, Moriarty
Relationships: Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Tags: teen!lock, high school
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Harry Potter & Sherlock
My Experiment by lemoncurry
Plot: Sherlock steals a boy. Sorry- rescues. John helps, because what choice does he have? But not even Sherlock knows just how not-boring things will be...
Characters: Sherlock, John, Harry Potter, Mycroft
Relationships: none
Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse
Tags: pre-Hogwarts
*incomplete* [last updated 2013]
Logic, Meet Luna by Applepie
Plot: Luna Lovegood has moved into 221c Baker Street! So what happens when you mix a 'loony' pureblood witch in a muggle area with logic driven residents? Err... not much, really. Just a whole lot of confusion.
Characters: Luna, Sherlock, Mycroft, John, Lestrade, Sally Donovan
Relationships: none
Warnings: none
Tags: humor
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Recalibration by Noxilicious
Plot: Mycroft more or less finds himself constantly cleaning up his dear brother’s messes, but in the case of one Harold William Holmes-Evans, he might just prove to be the one ‘mistake’ he won’t be able to rectify.
Characters:
Relationships: Sherlock/Lily Potter; Mary/John; Sherlock & Harry
Warnings: none
Tags: parentlock, canon compliant, pre-prisoner of Azkaban, post series 3, family drama, angst, hurt/comfort, muggle Sherlock, Sherlock is a Good Parent, Sherlock has a Heart, protective Sherlock, genius Harry, bogus deductions, fluff
*incomplete* [last updated 2017]
In Search of Companionship by kris799
Plot: After the events of the Sign of Three, Sherlock falls into a bout of melancholy; Mycroft, the consummate manipulator, suggests "filling the gap" and events largely get out of hand from there. A Sherlock adopts Harry!fic, set between Episodes Two and Three of Season Three.
Characters: Sherlock, Harry, Mrs Hudson, Mycroft, John, Mary
Relationships: Sherlock & Harry
Warnings: none
Tags: Parent!Sherlock, Child!Harry, adoption, John is out of the picture but not really, manipulative!Mycroft, magic, slow paced, perhaps glacial, Sherlock has many thoughts, and a mental!John to call him out on his crap, he’s not crazy, Harry cooks, and tries to take care of everyone, bored!Sherlock leads to bad [great] ideas, set in season 3
My Notes: don’t get your hopes up for Sherlock to find out about magic, it doesn’t happen and since the last time this was updated was almost seven years ago, I don’t think we’ll get to read it. However, it’s still very good and while it does give off some weird Sherlock stalkery vibes, this fic still kept me engaged and Sherlock and Harry’s relationship is great.
*incomplete* [last updated 2015]
Harry Potter of Baker Street by Dayja
Plot: Sherlock Holmes discovers family he never knew he had, and John Watson finds a child living in the cupboard.
Characters: Harry, Sherlock, John
Relationships: none
Warnings: none
Tags: family, friendship
My Notes: this one!!! Is so amazing!!! It’s so cute! I don’t really like to read kid fics all that much, but this one is worth the read!
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No Thank You by IHScribe
Plot: Harry Potter declines to attend Hogwarts, and Albus Dumbledore is forced to go and convince him otherwise. Too bad he didn’t expect the boy’s father(s).
Characters: Sherlock, John, Harry, Dumbledore, Mrs Hudson, Mycroft, Moriarty, McGonagall, Pomfrey, Hagrid, Snape
Relationships: Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Tags: none
My Notes: this one is very funny and very sweet. Honestly fuck Hogwarts.
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Friend by esama
Plot: Sherlock finds the skull when he's five.
Characters: Sherlock, Harry, Mycroft, Mrs Holmes
Relationships: Sherlock & Harry
Warnings: character death
Tags: kid fic, alternate universe
My Notes: This one is so cool and original! I never thought about where Sherlock’s skull came from!
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Harry Potter & Supernatural
The Youngest Winchester by TheLastWincehsterStanding
Plot: Harry James Potter had thought, given the current circumstances, that going to America to track down his biological father was a fantastic idea. Unfortunately, like most of Harry's plans, there had been very little planning and far too much impulsiveness. Had he known what sort of monsters lurked in America, he would've stayed in England.
Characters: Harry, Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester
Relationships: Harry & Dean & Sam Winchester; Harry & John Winchester; Harry & Bobby Singer
Warnings: none
Tags: non-Potter Harry, the hunt for Yellow Eyes, season 1 of Supernatural, book 5, surprise! It’s a sixteen year old boy!
My Notes: I don’t really remember this one, I’ve read like four of these types of Harry being a Winchester story and I generally forget what happens in this one
*incomplete* [last updated 2018]
Harry Potter (stand-alone, specifically Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood)
That escalated quickly by SquaresAreNotCircles
Plot: Percy and Oliver get stuck in a Ministry lift (with seven other people present).
Characters: Percy, Oliver, Fred, George, Ginny, Bill, Ron, Charlie, Arthur, original male character
Relationships: Percy/Oliver
Warnings: none
Tags: humor, fluff
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Petty Theft by pinksnowboots
Plot: Percy pilfers Oliver's sweater. The twins are suspicious.
Characters: Percy, Oliver, Fred, George
Relationships: Percy/Oliver
Warnings: none
Tags: slice of life, drabble, sweaters, accidental coming out, established relationship, sharing clothes, quidditch, Oliver is protective
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Five Times Percy Thought Oliver was Beautiful and One Time Oliver Did Something About It by hufflebadgerinthetardis
Plot: The rule worshiping, strict, and by-the-books Gryffindor Prefect Percy Weasley has a secret. He’s got a huge crush on fellow Gryffindor and Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood. Percy was resigned to loving him from afar but he should have remembered that secrets don’t stay secrets for long at Hogwarts.
Characters: Percy, Oliver, Fred, George
Relationships: Percy/Oliver
Warnings: none
Tags: none
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Burn Across the Sky by MoonytheMarauder1 (beforethemoon)
Plot: When Oliver Wood stops talking about Quidditch to stare at Percy Weasley, Ron, Fred, and George know something is up.
Characters: Percy, Oliver, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Katie
Relationships: Percy/Oliver
Warnings: none
Tags: secret relationship, bad matchmaking, humor, protective siblings, quidditch, gay Percy, gay Oliver, injury, the hospital wing, exasperated Hermione, Harry is oblivious
My Notes: this isn’t the full plot, but it was very long and I only have so much time. Read this, it’s very cute
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I dare you to dare me by SquaresAreNotCircles
Plot: Fred didn’t even blink. “Harry said he didn’t want to join.” “So did I,” Oliver murmured. George didn’t allow him to stall any longer. He put his feet up between Fred and Angelina on the sofa and tilted his chair on its hind two legs. “Oliver, mate, truth or dare?”
Characters: Percy, Oliver, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell
Relationships: Percy/Oliver
Warnings: none
Tags: truth or dare, Gryffindor Quidditch Team, the consumption of innocent earthworms, fluff
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It’s the truth by SquaresAreNotCircles
Plot: Fred and George refuse to believe Percy has a girlfriend. Oliver seems to know more. It's all very mysterious, until it isn't.
Characters: Percy, Oliver, Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron
Relationships: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood
Warnings: none
Tags: fluff
My Notes: Percy and Oliver really are just teenage Sherlock and John, aren’t they? Just saner and have less crimes involved.
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Harry Potter (stand-alone)
Harry Potter and His Increasingly Worrying Letters Home by hopeless_hope
Plot: Dear Mum & Dad, Sorry my letters have been brief lately. I hope you’re all well! Just wanted to let you know that my friends and I stumbled upon a three-headed dog on the forbidden corridor that the stairs rather determinedly took us to. Is that normal? Love, Harry… or In which Lily and James survive Voldemort's attack, Sirius is never sent to Azkaban, and long-distance parenting is hard. Especially when your reckless Gryffindor child keeps sending concerning letters home and rushing into trouble before anyone has the chance to respond.
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Draco, Snape, Dumbledore
Relationships: James/Lily; Sirius/Remus; Harry & Lily; Harry & James; Harry & Sirius; Harry & Hermione & Ron
Warnings: none
Tags: everyone lives/nobody dies, Lily and James live, angst and humor, the Golden Trio, most things are the same except now harry has adults who care about him, the marauders are a lil happy family, not peter tho bc fuck that guy, fix-it, friendship, harry grows up with a loving family but he’s still a reckless little shit
My Notes: this is another fic I’m very excited about. Reading new fics is something I don’t do often, I usually sort my fics by kudos and go backwards from there which usually means I miss out on amazing stuff like this! I do have to wait, which is a pain, but I’m still very excited about this fic, I see a lot of potential in it.
*incomplete* [last updated 1 August]
turn and face the strange by viennawaitss
Plot: ‘He sees himself as a creature of evolution, or perhaps a phantom of peculiarities - a great, winding python, yearning for the snap of his jaw, a snowy lamb, unchristened and stumbling across land on trembling legs.’ Reality, growth and the steps toward change. Or, how Harry’s brief expulsion isn’t the worst thing to happen to him.
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Blaise, Pansy, Sirius, Theo Nott, Draco
Relationships: none
Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse
Tags: resorting, trauma, nightmares, the Golden Trio, book 5, Slytherin Harry, friendship, mental health issues, growing up, coming of age, and already fighting the government
My Notes: I am so freaking excited for this fic! It has everything I want! Resorted Slytherin Harry, dealing with abuse and trauma, amazing Slytherin friendships, I mean come on!
*incomplete* [last updated 19 August]
Know this: in some way, you’re already dead by ulittuq
Plot: Harry has been fighting against being an obscurial his entire life and Sirius’ death is what pushes him over the edge.
Characters: Harry, Dumbledore, Tom Riddle
Relationships: none
Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, canonical character death, some noncanonical character death, suicidal thoughts
Tags: obscurial Harry, ambiguous/open ending
My Notes: part of a series but both fics are very short. It's only about 2k words.
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The Chosen One and The Halfblood Prince by waitingondaisies
Plot: Severus Snape was discovered as a spy mere days before the start of the school year. Thankfully, Albus had been working on a vague contingency plan for this possibility. It had been inspired by the question, “What would it take for Severus Snape to see that he was wrong about Harry Potter?” The answer? Force Severus to go undercover as Alfonse “Eli” Hopkirk, a sixth year Gryffindor.
Characters: Harry, Ginny, Snape, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Neville, Luna
Relationships: Harry & Ginny; Harry & Snape; Hermione/Ron
Warnings: child abuse
Tags: angst, undercover, Harry needs a hug, slow burn friendship, Ginny is a good friend, not canon compliant - HBP, no Snape as defensive teacher, no Slughorn
My Notes: this one is so fun! Snape tries to act as a sixteen year old and it goes as well as you’d think. It’s really funny but also really heartfelt, it’s part of a series of two and the second one is more Severitus than the first.
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By His Side by silver_fish
Plot: After what is surely a more-than-preventable potions accident, Harry Potter winds up stuck in the hospital wing, unable to wake up. Severus just wishes he knew why Poppy won’t stop bothering him about it.
Characters: Harry, Snape, Pomfrey, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore
Relationships: Harry & Snape
Warnings: references to addiction
Tags: severitus I guess? Just some good bonding, set during HBP, harry is sad and so am i, emotional hurt/comfort
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Unmasked Lilly’s - Year One by TheWillofTheQuill
Plot: Severus Snape was adamant, no - determined to hate Harry Potter. After all, he was the spawn of James Potter, his childhood bully. But when Harry turns up for his first year, malnourished and fearful, it is up to Snape to solve the mystery of why the small boy has bruises that he will not show and scars that will not heal. Sworn to protect Lilly's son, Severus Snape is about to face his hardest challenge yet; gaining the trust of a boy who has sworn to never trust again.
Characters: Harry, Snape, Dumbledore, Draco, Hermione
Relationships: future Drarry
Warnings: child abuse
Tags: Severitus, hurt/comfort, angst, abused Harry, Snape adopts Harry, Slytherin Harry, good Slytherins
*incomplete* [last updated July 2021]
A Pair of Shoes that Fit by Darkorangecat (Calacious)
Plot: Harry is lost in the Forbidden Forest when he goes looking for Neville’s Remembrall after Draco steals it from the boy once again. As Harry wanders the forest, wondering if he’ll ever make it back to Hogwarts, the entire staff is sent out to look for him, including a much peeved Severus Snape.
Characters: Harry, Snape
Relationships: none
Warnings: child abuse and neglect
Tags: Snape eventually adopts Harry, first year, hurt/comfort, angst
My Notes: this one is so cute and so sad, Harry’s only eleven in this fic and Snape is trying his best
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The Guiltless by branwyn
Plot: When Harry appears at the Welcoming Feast wearing a glamor only Snape notices, Snape decides to find out what the glamor is hiding.
Characters: Harry, Snape, Luna, Dumbledore
Relationships: Harry & Snape & Luna
Warnings: domestic violence, child abuse
Tags: Severitus, Snape mentors Harry, hurt/comfort
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Within Doors by Lomonaaeren
Plot: It takes three detentions for Severus Snape to realize why Harry Potter cleans cauldrons so well—and even more for him to decide what to do about it.
Characters: Harry, Snape
Relationships: Harry & Snape
Warnings: canonical child abuse
Tags: angst, detention, present tense
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Summer of Bonding by MagicaDraconia16
Plot: It was the summer of love . . . er, no, not really. Left waiting for the Dursleys, Harry is found by the last person he'd expect to see.
Characters: Harry, Snape, Dumbledore, Flitwick, Hermione, Ron, Molly, Fred, George, original house-elf characters, original male character, Stan Shunpike, Dobby
Relationships: Harry & Severus
Warnings: canon-typical violence, child abandonment, minor violence
Tags: humor, angst, nightmares of canon-typical violence, spiders, awkwardness, someone else (not Snape or Harry) dies too
My Notes: this one is so sweet and really captures how awkward Harry and Snape are
*complete*
Harry Potter & Everything
Raising Harry Collection by Steerpike13713
Fandoms: Harry Potter, Daredevil, Sherlock, Labyrinth, Batman, Gravity Falls, MCU, Once Upon a Time, Doctor Strange (comics), Buffy, Merlin
Plot: A collection of unrelated fics that have to do with people other than The Dursleys raising Harry Potter
Characters: too many to name, really
Relationships: Matt Murdock/Foggy & Belle/Rumplestiltskin
Warnings: none
Tags: genderqueer Loki, genderqueer Lily Evans, Loki is Lily Evans Potter
My Notes: since the fics are unrelated you can flip flop around the chapters to find the ones you really want to read. I think my favorite ones are the Batman and Daredevil ones :) (also the author wrote a really good Lucifer & Chaos Adventures of Sabrina series)
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Bellamione Fic Master List
Making a list of Bellamione fics to guide the poor innocent souls into temptation organize stories based on AU type.
DARK AU’s
Bellatrix isn’t a bright ball of sunshine, but rather than have a story where she becomes a better person, Hermione becomes like her, or even joins her side. This AU type isn’t limited to only that, but also to general dark themes in the story such as violence, war and ‘wtf this is so wrong but yet I can’t stop reading’.
Reign Down Like wow. A whole world built around what if Voldemort survived and used Hermione in his evil schemes and had Bellatrix engaged to her. Very detailed and the author doesn’t hold back on aspects of the new world that can be somewhat unsettling. 25/10 this will leave you wondering just how sexy dark magic can truly feel.
The Dark Corners of the Earth This one is dark in an entirely different sense. Bellatrix and Snape are pitted in an ancient war against one another and Hermione is caught in the middle. The romance moves a bit too fast paced for me but the lore and detail in this will have you really thinking this story over the next few days, trying to figure out just wtf is going on. 45/10 will have you hoping your nightlight can keep Cthulhu away.
Haunted This story won’t leave you haunted, but it is pretty good even with it’s short chapters and all. It tells the story of Hermione sort of losing her marbles but I won’t get into too much detail. Just read it for yourself; it’s a quick easy read. 10/10 is poetic as fuck.
I Dream of Sin Takes place in a sort of canon world in which Hermione is an American teen being bullied. You can imagine how well that goes for the bullies especially when she learns she has magic and is taught by Bellatrix herself on how to use it. It gets progressively darker each chapter. 16/10 don’t want to mess with magical nerds ever.
For whom the Bell Tolls is an interesting look into how Hermione’s actually a death eater and Bellatrix is not. While Hermione is not bat shit insane, she is a murderer and Bellatrix is the sane one. Nice to see things switched up. This story is not necessarily as dark as the others but it gets brownie points for making the usually good Hermione evil right off the bat. 9/10 come to the dark side, we have cookies.
Staring at Nothing is just...wow. A very powerful one shot about Hermione’s descent into darkness as told by Harry’s perspective. 10/10 for who needs friends anyways, when you’ve got black leather.
Visions of You in which Hermione is a depressed youth after the war and has to deal with hallucinations of Bellatrix. Hermione isn’t dark here so much as she is gray type, and the story has a permeating tinge of sadness to it, given the circumstances. 8/10 for maybe Bellatrix isn’t a hallucination?
Deep Below what’s more awful than being accused of Harry’s death? Being falsely accused of it, and having to deal with trying to prove your innocent. This is a situation Hermione ends up in. But will she get out of it? 8/10 for this gets deep.
How to Love Bellatrix captures Hermione and sort of indoctrinates her into the world of darkness. Hermione is mad at first, but then she realizes how sexy Bellatrix is and is like, ‘alright fam, sign me up’ and boom Bellamione. 8/10 you love this story but not it’s update schedule.
TIME TRAVELER AU’s
Basically, what it says on the tin. Someway or another, Hermione goes back into time to stop Bellatrix from ever becoming evil. Drama and romance ensue.
Future Shocks A good time turner fic with a more modern take on war. It’s pretty long and it is the slowburn of all slowburns. But it’s a very interesting story and the ending will have you definitely shook. 8/10 will shock you awake from that boring lecture you’re reading fanfic in.
Time Heals all Wounds Hermione gets sent back in time to ‘redeem’ Bellatrix but not in the gift card way, more like saving the future type way. They end up, you guessed it, falling in love and changing the future somewhat. 6/10 is a young teen romance that will have you reliving your adventures as a young sapphic witch.
Mirror, Mirror Not exactly a time turner fic, more like a parallel world, I suppose. Hard to explain but has good amounts of mystery and trying to understand what is happening. Focuses more on Bellatrix’s POV which is a nice change of pace. 8/10 will have you looking in the mirror and summoning Bellatrix like she was Bloody Mary.
Let the Light Come and Take me A time turner fic that ends up with Bellatrix time traveling but to the future and the chaos her arrival there causes for those who are acquainted with her devious ways. Looks at the growth of our two ladies relationship into something more. 5/10 if it’s not slowburn romance is it really Bellamione?
The One Within the Other this story is about, you guessed it, time travel! Hermione goes back on purpose to stop Bellatrix from achieving her evil potential and in the process love blossoms. 7/10 for never enough time to read Bellamione in peace!
Caught in the Time series this is a series of three full length stories about Bellamione stuck in different times and universes. So much happens in them it’s kind of hard to summarize so the best thing to do is read them. 8, 8.5, 7/10 I’ll let you figure out which score goes for which series.
Just say When started off as a time turner story but then it ended up becoming something more of an espionage tale. It’s a good read and interesting to see how Bellatrix aims to save Hermione from a dementor’s kiss (spoilers!) in order to save their future together. A good mix of romance and action. 8/10 The name’s Black. Bellatrix, Black.
The Broken Wand It all starts with a wand and then before you know it, boom, time travel happens. Featuring Loki and adventure all around, this fic has interesting plot points to keep you engaged despite the slower update times. 7/10, will break your wand too.
Hourglass basically, a young Bellatrix is brought into the future and consequences abound from that mishap. The plot is a bit wonky and there are some logic mistakes, but if you can get over it, it’s a decent time travel story. 5/10 for it must be canon that Bellatrix has a lovely hourglass figure.
Times they are a Changing where Bellatrix travels back in time to save her wife, Hermione. Nice to see a story where Hermione isn’t the one doing all the saving. Unfortunately there’s only six chapters to this story and it’s unlikely it’ll ever get finished but it’s a nice fresh concept. 6/10 for that’s how many chapters there are.
Destined in this one, Hermione experiences some wonky times after the battle at the department of mysteries. Hermione has to find a way back home, but perhaps she might find love along the way? 10/10 for this is destined to be an interesting read.
HEALER AU’s
Let’s be real, Bellatrix has got a lot of problems and these authors try to solve them, with sex. And you know, medical help. But sex definitely helps a lot.
Portrait of a Tragic Woman Not a typical healer type au, because Hermione is a therapist whose helping Bellatrix with her mental disorders. Focuses a lot on the relationship between the two and really makes you try to figure out what exactly is up with Bellatrix and what is her past, etc. The ending chapters will leave you shooketh and wondering what even is real anymore. 50/10 because it feels like an acid trip, man.
The Healer is only one chapter but still worth a read. Hopefully the author will have some time to get back to it because it has a huge potential. 6/10 because I need some healing.
1k is a one shot, featuring Hermione as a therapist and Bellatrix as her patient. Can’t say too much without spoiling it, but despite it’s short length, the author paints a vivid look into Bellatrix’s mind if she was just an insane muggle. 1k/10 because that’s one patient I would never like to meet.
Darkness Underneath I mean, Hermione runs a team of healers, so technically it’s kinda a healer au fic, right? This story looks more in depth at the Death Eaters and dark magic surrounding them. 9/10 is that a dark mark or are you just happy to see me?
TEACHER AU
We all know this is the holy grail au of this fandom and yet there’s only a couple of long stories for this. Someone, write some more!
Fractures A long fic, that has a sequel. Basically, Bellatrix is Hermione’s teacher during a very trying time for Hermione when a competition goes very wrong and dark truths are revealed. Lot’s of action, Bellamione interactions, and overall interesting plot. 8/10 will leave your heart in fractures when you find out the sequel is unfinished.
In the Dead of Night Hermione asks Bellatrix if she can teach her some.....magic and things end up becoming very magical indeed. Bellatrix is the teacher in this story (because who wouldn’t want her as a teacher). It’s a WIP with only a couple of chapters out. 7/10 time to learn some real lessons, Granger ;)
Just a Brand features not only Bellatrix as a professor, but a magical soul mate bond between Bellatrix and Hermione that leads to much deliciousness. There’s a lot of chapters to this story but they’re pretty short. An updated and revised version can be found on a03 for those who like longer chapters. 7/10 Bellamione is branded on my soul.
It Just Felt Right is another fic with Bellatrix as the professor. Hermione starts off hating her and then it evolves into liking Bellatrix. The fic leaves off before any real progress can be made so if anyone is up for reading an unfinished fic from 2012 then go for it. 6/10 for this story feels right but not write because it’s abandoned :(
CRIME AU
Because there is never enough crime involved even with Bellatrix, these authors amp up the trouble and make it double. And gay. So very gay.
Two Sides of the Same Coin where Bellatrix is basically an auror. It’s only five chapters and it hasn’t been updated in a long time but it’s an interesting concept worth checking out. 9/10 wish there were more sides to the coin.
Murder Most Horrid A crime story, where Bellatrix is a magical cop and Hermione is a murder suspect. Bellatrix interrogates Hermione by banging her and then the two of them proceed to basically get married the day after. A bit ooc for Bellatrix but very in character if you consider this world not from the canon. -89/10 for how badly your vision will deteriorate if you try to read this all in one night.
The Mysterious Department Technically Bellatrix and Hermione are both magical detectives and they go and solve crimes and shit while also possibly trying to prevent the world from ending. You know, just casual stuff. 10/10 for the perfect crime, would commit again.
Darkness is Falling A story that has Hermione as an auror who replaces Bellatrix’s old partner. They butt heads, they solve cases, and naturally, begin to fall in love. 7/10 for this case is closed.
Some Things Aren’t Seen Hermione investigates Bellatrix’s crimes and past and ends up over her head. There are two follow ups to this finished work, all in the same vein. It’s all a good bit of fun watching Hermione try to take on the criminal Lestrange. 7/10, no, this has no relation to the musical Wicked.
SOUL MATE BOND
In one way or another Bellatrix and Hermione have a special bond in between them that destines them to be together. Angst, love, friendship, all abound in this au type. Features a combination of other factors thrown in, but the stories put in here are largely advertised in the blurb as more focused on the bond.
Lotus Flower Hermione finds out after Bellatrix’s death that they are bound together and that because Bellatrix is dead, Hermione is dying as a result too. This begs the question, will Hermione go back in time and save Bellatrix, or will she willingly submit to the bond’s curse? 8/10 I think we all know what Hermione chooses.
Our Mercurial Selves ever wonder what it would be like to have a murderer share your mind? In this one, Hermione and Bellatrix can communicate telepathically with each other, creating a bond that draws them together. Features evil schemes by Voldemort, a flying horse, and Narcissa beating the ever loving shit out of Bellatrix for even daring to breathe in Hermione’s direction. 9/10 will leave you with warm fuzzies for the Malfoy family before the ending crushes you.
The House Ring Bellatrix sends Hermione a magical ring that engages them and basically makes them wives. Prophecies abound about how Bellamione is meant to be the one and only true pairing. 7/10 for that ring better come with diamonds.
Demons AU
As if Voldemort isn’t scary enough, there are demons and scary things in this au type that will leave you and Voldemort both calling for mommy.
Unsteady Precipice technically also a time traveling fic, except Hermione ends up in an alternative universe. where she tries to change things from happening in the canon world like they did. But will it work? Who knows! Only a few chapters are out so it’s hard to tell where this story will go, but one things for sure, it’ll be good. 9/10 if you don’t pray after reading this the demons will get you.
A Demon in the Mist is also about, gasp, demons! Dangerous things are afoot in this story and Hermione is caught in the middle of it all. It takes part in the same universe as the caught in time series by the same author, but with slight alterations. Unsure if the story will be finished as the author has contemplated leaving fanfic writing. 7/10 can you find the demon in the mist?
MAGICAL CREATURES AU
Technically a category, right? Let’s pretend it is, because there are some stories out there that pit our two ladies as other than human and it’s fun to read about it.
As we Chase the Sun Very Black family centric and features Bellatrix as a big fluffy wolf. What’s not to love? Cuddles, and hair balls, and good times all around. 9/10 would tame that wolf.
Sing to me Your Insanity in which Hermione and Bellatrix are both sirens and will basically die if they don’t do the ol’ frickity frack. This is a long story and the slowburn feels like hellburn but it’s worth the read. 56/10 but you will need earplugs so those sirens don’t seduce you too.
Metamorphosis in which Bellatrix is also a wolf and doesn’t like being stuck with Hermione but gets used to it and basically they’re house wives of London and don’t know it. 8/10 for your mind with undergo metamorphosis from slightly obsessed with Bellamione to even more obsessed.
This Poisoned Blood of Ours vampires, vampires everywhere! Two parts to this series and features a confused Bellatrix and a changing Hermione. 7/10 do you think vampires like steak rare?
Cursed Doll Pretty self explanatory title. Someone ends up as a doll and shenanigans ensue. Won’t say more because it’s only two chapters, but it’s well written and worth a read. 10/10 Chucky? Is that your sister?
Liquid Measure these chapters are thicc boy. Only two chapters but such a good set up and everything. I hope the author is able to update at some point. 10/10 makes me thirsty for more!
My Demons in the Dark Hermione is a ghost. That’s it, that’s the plot. Boo/10 for this not so spooky spirit.
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They’re So Pretty, It Hurts | Zoe
Plot: Several minutes of the reader being a disaster
Word Count: 1,870
Warnings: Pining. So much pining.
A/N: it’s woman loving hours, lads.
Tags: @yagirlcheesely @moppetwithamanbun @tales-of-hisirdoux @blixeon
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Sometimes, you go to a bookstore, and you see a pretty girl. You make eye contact, and it’s only for a second, but it still takes your breath away. Her eyes are just so blue, the colour of the sky when the sun is finished rising. You could get lost in them, you wanted to get lost in them, but instead, you look away almost instantly because being perceived is Not Fun. Still, your cheeks are warm, and you’re desperate to steal another glance at her.
This is one of those times. Except you worked at the bookstore, but that didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Bottom line, you’d made eye contact with a cute girl and instantly fallen in love with her. It be like that sometimes, but we manage and move forward. You managed and moved forward by hiding behind one of the shelves. You were not the best at managing and moving forward. You may have actually gone backwards, I’m not sure. Either way, your heart was racing, practically beating out of your chest. It felt you couldn't breathe, like oxygen was made of cute girls, which sounds nice but is, in practice, really impractical and very suffocating.
“Uh, (Y/N)? You good, mate?”
“Hhjkjadfhkaljdfhakhfd-”
“Oh, fuzzbuckets.”
Your lovely, lovely coworker, Hisirdoux Casperan, had noticed you hiding behind the shelf, which wasn’t difficult at all, really. You didn’t care though, you were mostly hiding from the cute girl. Literally, anyone and everyone else who entered the bookstore could see you, but that didn’t matter. As long as she didn’t see, everything would be fine. Douxie, however, thought you may have had a stroke.
“(Y/N)?” he gave your arm a little poke, “(Y/N)? (Y/N) darling, are you-”
“Alkjdhfalksdhfajlksdfhakjf, yeah, sorry, I just-” you didn’t finish your sentence. You just kind of floated away into the void, attention stolen again by the cute girl. Her hair was pink, her clothes very punk-rock. Yeah, yeah, you were a goner. God, she was pretty. Oh. Oh, fuck, she was coming this way.
You jerked your head to face the books you were hiding behind (something about true crime? It looked cool, but now was not the time,) while Douxie faced the cute girl head-on. You would never know where he found the confidence, but you respected it.
“Zoe! This is (Y/N), she’s the new one I was telling you about.”
Zoe. Zoe. You liked it. It was pretty, like her. Oh, god, she was talking to you.
“(Y/N), huh? Cute name, it suits you.”
If you could think coherently, you would have been wondering if that meant she found you cute, but you couldn’t think coherently. At the moment, your thoughts were mostly “AKJKDSFHKJHG,” and “KSHFJAHFKJHAKDFHKALDFHLAJSDFHKLJADSHFKLHASKDJFHKALS,” and you still couldn’t breathe! It was very valid of you, to be honest.
“Uhh, thanks. You too.”
Good, good, that was what a normal person would say. This was a normal, average conversation. You definitely didn’t have a huge crush on her or anything, nooooo-
“So, uh… true crime?”
You blinked a few times in confusion before realizing that she was referring to the shelf you were leaning on. Oh, yeah, true crime. Oh, god, she was looking at you, they were both looking at you, QUICK THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT TRUE CRIME.
“Uh, yeah, I like… crime.”
Oh, wow that was dumb. I mean, it wasn’t the worst thing you could have said, but you would always remember that one of the first things you said to Zoe was “I like crime.”
She raised an eyebrow, “You… like crime?”
Too late to back out now, “...Yes. I’m… I’m good at crime. I enjoy arson.”
It was stupid. Really stupid, like, you didn’t even know where that came from. But it made her laugh. And you knew at that moment that you would do anything to make her laugh again. Her smile was a blessing that brought light into your world, and you wanted to see it every day if she was okay with that.
“Ah, I like you, you’re cute. Anyway, I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you later. And you!”
You were trying to recover from the first six words of that sentence, but now she was pointing at you! And looking! Eye contact! Ah!
“Stick around Arcadia, ok? I wanna see you again.”
“I-I um-” you were straight-up dying now, ok, “Well, you know where to find me!”
Her smile was the most important thing in the world and you would die to protect it.
“Aight, I’m out! Bye guys!”
“See you, Zo.”
“B-bye!”
As soon as she was gone, you collapsed against the bookshelf and buried your face in your hands. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WELL, that could have gone better, but it didn’t go worse, and for that you were thankful.
Douxie stared at you for a second. He’d seen friends in this state before, as often as the night prior, actually. Zoe had had the same reaction when she first saw you that you had to seeing her now, and he’d promised to introduce you. She’d been so calm earlier because she’d been practicing what to say in the mirror for, like, a day. You, on the other hand, had not prepared for this. It was finals week and you had not studied. Shit, you hadn’t even known about finals week. Your friend had just devised this gay little plot and it left you a flustered mess with no study materials. There were no cue cards in this world, only pretty-girl-panic and fits of uncontrollable blushing.
He knelt down to get on your level, “You okay?”
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Understandable. You wanna chill in the back for a minute?”
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
It wasn’t a verbal confirmation, but you nodded, and he took that as a yes. He helped you to your feet and led you to the back, which was technically his house, but whatever, semantics.
“Here, I’ll just let you chill for a bit. I’ll be back soon, please don’t die.”
“I won’t!”
He smiled at that and walked back into the shop to continue dealing with the public. F in the chat for Douxie. In the meantime, you just curled yourself into a ball on his couch and made a low humming noise. Man, were you bad at… everything or what?
“Mrowr?” You looked up to see a familiar mass of black fur, his head tilted in curiosity.
“Ah, hey Arch.”
“Mrp.”
“You know you don’t have to do the whole cat thing with me? I know you can talk.”
“Well, it’s nice to pretend sometimes. Besides, we don’t know when that door’ll open again or for who. It’s best to stay inconspicuous.”
You let a small laugh escape you as you started to calm down, your lungs finally getting the oxygen they’d so desperately missed, “I mean, that’s fair.”
“Mrpt?” which, in cat, meant, “So, what’s up?”
“Well, it’s this girl. Zoe. Pink hair, blue eyes, the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever seen. I just… she’s really cute and I made an absolute fool out of myself in front of her.”
“Mrooooooooooooooooooooow,” meaning, “(Y/N), dear, I know this Zoe. She’s friends with Douxie. The bar for general foolery is pretty high.”
“You really think so?”
“Mrow!” “(Y/N), I know so. If you like her so much, you should talk to her more! You’re a nice person, I’m sure she’d like you!”
“Thanks, Arch.”
“Prrbt,” “You’re welcome.”
“Well, I should probably get out there. Go be a functioning member of society. Thanks again, bud,” you gave the cat-dragon a little scratch behind the ears, smiling again at how he stretched up to meet your hand, “See ya around, cat man.”
“See you, (Y/N).”
You gave the familiar one last grin before you slipped out the door, glad that you could breathe, finally. And then that was ripped away from you by a cute pink-haired lady in the middle of the bookstore.
“Oh! Zoe! Hi!”
“Hey, (Y/N)! I just realized I uh, sort of forgot what I came here for.”
“That’s understandable! It happens to me all the time!”
“Heh, yeah,” she stopped talking and just stared at you for a second. You did the same before remembering that she said words, and that meant something.
“O-oh, yeah. What is it that you were looking for?”
“Oh, just,” she pulled a post-it note out of her pocket and handed it to you. Her finger brushed over yours and you could almost feel a spark there, “Just this.”
“C-cool! Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, I’ll be right back!” you gave her a quick nod before running upstairs to grab the book. While you were distracted, Zoe had her own little meltdown, but she composed herself as soon as she noticed you coming down the stairs.
“Aight, so here you go,” you handed her the book, fingers brushing hers, electricity running through them. Literally, there was electricity. You waved it off though. It was a magical world, and this wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen today (nope, that little award went to “I enjoy arson.”)
“That’ll beeeee, nothing. Take it.”
“Wait, that’s-that, why?
“I mean, it’s not something I’m allowed to do but, eh, you’re cute. And I told you I enjoy crime, didn’t I?”
“I’m-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it,” you said, immediately losing any cool persona you may have had. Zoe didn’t mind. She thought you were cute no matter what you did. That in itself was made evident by the blush on her cheeks.
“O-oh.”
You smiled a little. You did that, you were the cause of it. You could only hope that she was also okay with this.
“Well,” you bit your lip. The longer she stayed quiet the more you doubted your flirting skills, “I’ll be seeing you!”
“Wait!”
Your head shot up, eyes immediately focused on her, ready to hear whatever she had to say. Man, you were a simp.
“I uh… I was wondering if I could get your number? With this?”
You were pretty sure you died for a second, but when you recovered, you stuttered out a, “Yeah,” and quickly wrote your name and number on the post-it note she’d handed you.
The smile she gave you when you passed her the note was quite possibly the best thing you’d ever seen in your life.
“Well, I’ll call you! Or text you, or whatever…”
You couldn’t help but laugh at how nervous she was, because that was a solid mood, “I look forward to it!”
And with that, she was gone, but she couldn’t stop thinking about your laugh, and how she’d do anything to see your smile again.
Inside, you were thinking the same, or you were until Douxie re-appeared from wherever he'd been hiding.
"Congratulations!"
You jumped an entire foot in the air, something you didn't really think was possible until right then, "Jesus Christ, Casperan! Don't sneak up on me like that, God. That's the seventh time today, we need to get you a cowbell or something, my Go-"
"So, did it go well?"
Your satisfaction painted itself on your face, "Yeah," you hummed, looking out the window, "It went well."
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i’m about five years too late and nobody asked for this except me and i need to just get this out of my brain because it’s 2am so here’s a list of things i wish happened on glee that didn’t HERE WE GO:
- new directions being actual teenagers. just them hanging out. going to group sleepovers. giant study sessions (because school exists in this universe?) like remember in tpp when they were eating lunch together ? that’s what i wanted MORE of. just them being actual friends. a sleepover episode is all i wanted imagine all the abba songs we could have gained from that episode
- a halloween themed episode. the closest to this that we got was the ‘thriller/heads will roll’ mashup which YES was iconic but im greedy and it’s not enough. my idea for a halloween episode is that the gang gets trapped inside the school after staying behind to idk rehearse? or something? and then things get progressively worse as they start to go a little mad, thinking the school is haunted and they split up into pairs trying to find an escape and they think they’re seeing ghosts/someone lurking around the school and they’re getting real spooked but it turns out it’s just sue fucking with them lmao
- kurt and finn being brothers. THE POTENTIAL WAS THERE and sadly after furt we are left with crumbs. why ?? WHY?? little moments like finn saying that he’s driving back home with kurt or them saying they can’t do something because they have a family thing would have been good enough. more scenes of them hanging out in their home with their parents would have been *chefs kiss* but alas. it never happened because glee writers are bastards
- based off my last point: sam actually living at the hudson-hummel house because he actually did live there? but nothing is ever said like what’s the dynamic there why weren’t kurt and sam and finn close if they all lived together for what? like a year? was sam living in the mf shed? did he ever get close to carole and burt?? where tf did he live when everyone went off to college did he just stay in their house lol who knows not me LMAO
- blaine dealing with his trauma ? mental health was never dealt with very well on this show. emma’s ocd was just ignored after she got married or whatever and blaine mentioned his trauma once and then it was ignored until it was mentioned in passing a few seasons later and even he just brushed it off and it was never brought up again like wtf. i have no idea how they wrote a whole episode about hate crime in bash and they never once thought to have blaine and kurt have a single conversation together, let alone a conversation about how they’d both been victims of a hate crime. AND THE ONLY TIME BLAINE DOES MENTION IT IS IN TESTED WHERE ITS JUST USED AS A REASON FOR THEM TO FIGHT AAAAAAAA no wait im calm it’s okay. i just would have liked to have seen kurt and blaine have an emotional moment together in that episode that didn’t include blaine singing and kurt being knocked tf out. just sayin.
- kurt dealing with HIS trauma !! again, glee gets bad points for talking about mental health and it just is crazy that they had so much potential with kurt, ie: depression, anxiety, ocd (kinda?) his bullying, being literally assaulted (i see u ryan murphy taking that whole plot line so loosely mmhm) and then shoehorning in the fact that he was suicidal AT THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE when they had a whole episode about suicide and they could have mentioned it at any time but ofc they didn’t because the writers just wanted to shove in as much as they could in the flashback episode AYE AYE AYE the potential!!!! oof.
- literally just more tina. jenna ushkowitz is a fantastic actor/singer/preformer and she was criminally underused. i like the episode props because of two reasons: one. everyone switching characters was amazing. and two. some actual tina scenes. even if she.. technically was rachel but also herself or something? either way. i digress
- this is just in general but MORE ABBA AND ALSO THE CARPENTERS and also some sound of music songs would have worked GREAT but they already had like a million songs and as the show progressed they veered away from old songs and more towards popular songs at the time to help chart numbers blah blah blah whatever it’s cool. but also how did they only do a few abba songs that is criminal
- a more fleshed out ending that wasn’t so rushed. like rachel won a tony and everyone else is just? there? why is sam at mr shue’s house ??? how did artie get up the stairs? did quinn graduate from yale? and where tf was kurt and blaine’s child during ‘i lived’ because burt and carole are vibing in the audience and rachel isn’t pregnant so like? is the baby just?? alone somewhere in the wings?! lmao where are u bby girl!! but once again i know they didn’t have the time to do it so idk it’s fine what they did it just sucks we didn’t get more! but again. fanfic exists so yah im all good
- more of blaine’s mum. or mom, in this case i guess. why cast gina gershon and then give her ONE line like ? ik there was a whole deleted script that explained why she was there but i love that up until that point blaine seemed like he genuinely murdered his parents, lived in their big house all alone and when people got suspicious he just told them that they were “out of town” :) either way pam is great i love her and i wish she had more to do in the one episode she was ever in. not even a moment with blaine?? wasted.
- more of cooper anderson, matt boomer is so fucking funny everytime i think of the emotion tornado i bust a lung laughing like it’s so fucking stupid but oh my good i love it. (and if you haven’t watched the special feature of cooper’s transformers audition tape please please watch it because it’s just so funny.) ik he was just a special guest but i wish they got him back for at least the wedding ep but guess my mans was just busy. boo ;(
- going back a couple of points, i wish they’d done a whole episode like props. every actor here just shines when they’re impersonating each other. finn and puck as kurt and blaine is beautiful and quinn and sugar is incredible. also idk why they refused kevin the right to wear the cheerios skirt; they could have put a little more effort into some characters but that’s glee for ya lmao but yeah. a whole episode like that would have been so much fun
- they should have let chris colfer write more episodes. purely for the fact that he wrote with his own bare hands the whole scene where lea michelle’s character gets dragged down a road by dogs. this guy. it’s a shame he only got to write one since he actually did a really good job! i would have loved to have seen what other episode ideas he had :)
- glee in the summer! obviously it only was centred around the school year but after season 3 who honestly gave a shit about the glee club and mckinley lmao i wanna see them in SHORT SHORTS and POOL PARTIES but nope we just got september - june so like rip all my hopes and dreams
- WHAT HAPPENED TO DALTON? bitch just burst into flames ?? and for WHAT?? oh yeah plot convenience smh this is so sad i wish they’d either written something better than “we need the warblers to team up with new directions so uhhh the school burnt down” like. it’s a private school. if the school is gone and they’re just staying at mckinley what are the parents paying for? they’re just cool with sending their kids off to public school now? every adult in this universe has been murdered by these kids, haven’t they? they’re just doing whatever they want jfc
- a wedding was a good episode. ish. and yknow, huge kudos to them because gay marriage wasn’t legal in the us at the time so im less harsh on the fact that they definitely threw up the rainbow flags and made it less about the characters getting married and more so “we have gay characters and look they’re getting married what a concept” but i do wish we could have gotten some more married!klaine since they don’t really have much to do after this understandably but a little moment alone together after the wedding would have been nice :) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IM TELLING YOU
- get rid of the hummelberry friendship and send mercedes to new york instead. i have nothing else to add to this other than the fact that i mourn the fact that kurt and mercedes went from bffs to just. school mates. this is tragic this is traaaaagic !! and all for more of the rachel berry show smh
- every day i wonder what was going through carmen tibideaux mind when she watched the kurt hummel preform not the boy next door and was like :) and then watched rachel berry have a breakdown on stage and then proceeded to give rachel the spot at nyada and kurt gets payed literal dust. and THEN she had the nerve to tell him it was because his performance had no heart. AND HOW DID ADAM GET IN THIS BABY GOT BACK MOTHERFUCKER?! nyada is a circus school oh my god !!!!! kurt deserved better im telling yall he deserved so much better
there’s so much more i could rant about but im going insane im so tired and i need psychological help after watching glee so im gonna leave it here and say peace out homies it’s been fun but i need to sleep so bad
#this is insanity#how did this happen#glee#tw hate crime mention#tw suicide mention#tw mental health mention#this was from my drafts lmao
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if love was a snake, it’d have bit you
Ao3
Summary: Remy, Patton, and Drew are dating. This is a fact.
Remy, Patton, and Drew refuse to admit they are dating. This is also a fact.
Guess it's up to Roman, Virgil, and Emile to force them to acknowledge the truth.
Content: Some swearing, kissing (mostly face kisses, but some lip kisses too), nb!Patton + nb!Emile, genderfluid!Remy, oblivious gays, seriously guys, so much obliviousness, the obliviousness might kill you, gods know it killed me, Disneyland cast member AU
Pairing: Romantic Mosleepceit
Additional notes: So many additional notes
-Big thanks to @emo-disaster for beta-ing for me and confirming the gays in this fic are wayyyyyy too oblivious
-This fic is almost 11k words. it was meant to be around 3k. I’m so sorry.
-Inspired by, but not actually based upon, this disneyland cast member au
-This is probably hella inaccurate to real Disneyland but i don’t care alright
-This fic is a (late) b-day gift for the one-and-only @notveryglittery !!! She’s an incredible person who I’m extremely happy to know, and I’m really hoping she even kinda likes this mess of a fic dsfbcdsjf
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“-and if you’ll just sign here, I can finalize that upgrade for you.”
The woman smiled at Remy as she accepted the pen he offered her. She looked tired, her entire appearance screaming ‘overworked mom’ even without the literally screaming (playfully, but still screaming) kids behind her. She definitely needed the vacation.
“I can’t thank you enough for this,” she said gratefully, quickly signing the paper Remy offered her.
“It’s no problem, ma’am,” Remy said, smiling politely as he took the paper and pen back, hitting a few keys on his computer as he did. “Just happy to make your stay as magical as possible. Here’s your keycard.”
The stressed mother accepted the keycard from Remy with another smile. “Thank you.” She reiterated the sentiment before convincing her children to give her their hands and heading off for the elevators, her wife following with the luggage. Remy smiled after them, briefly letting the last of the room change form sit unfinished on his screen.
“You’re going to get yourself fired for that eventually, you know.”
Remy’s smile only grew at the sound of the all-too-familiar voice. He turned back to his work then, enough of Roman in his peripheral for Remy to tell he was strutting his stuff as a friend of Flynn’s. “Ah, you know they love me too much for that.”
“More like they don’t look hard enough to catch all your illegal ‘on-the-mouse room upgrades.’” Roman corrected, leaning against the back of the receptionist desk. “Though if they ever do? You’re screwed.”
“Shush, I’mma be gay and doing crime til Disney falls.” Remy responded cheekily. “And speaking of people who are going to get themselves fired, shouldn’t you be over in the good ol’ Disneyland already?”
Roman shrugged. “Shift doesn’t start for another half an hour. I’ve got time.”
“Time for what, exactly?”
Roman grinned at that. “Gossip, of course!”
Remy grinned now, too. “Well, if you’re looking for tales, a little birdy’s been keeping me updated on a blossoming relationship between one of the friends of Rapunzel and one of the friends of Snow White-”
“Oh, not that kind of gossip.” Roman interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m talking the good gossip- preferably about you and your boos.”
Remy scoffed, shaking his head as he hit the enter key and finished out the form. “Hard to gossip about those which I do not have, hun.”
Roman groaned, slumping against the desk and throwing his head back. “Oh, please, Remy, don’t tell me you’re still in denial.”
“Denial about what?” Remy asked, finally turning his full attention to Roman. “The fact that I’m single?”
“The fact that you have not one but TWO partners!” Roman answered, dramatically holding up two fingers. “Not only are you being a proper partner HOG you are refusing to admit as such.”
“Well if you’re just looking for someone to be the soul to your mate, handsome, I think I can hook you up.” Remy said teasingly, briefly lowering his sunglasses to wink at Roman.
Roman met the wink with a deadpan stare. “You’re a taken man.”
“Only if you make it so.”
“You can’t keep pretending your partners don’t exist.”
“I can if I don’t have any partners.” Remy told him, finally pushing his shades back over his eyes and giving up at his mock attempts to seduce Roman. “Now, of course, I have two very close friends with whom I do many things with, but given I’m not dating either of them, calling them my ‘partners’ seems a little much, don’t you?”
“I get it, I get it, I have good friends too.” Roman said, as if he were going along with what Remy was saying until he quickly added, “Except I’m not obviously DATING them!”
“You’re hopeless, princey, truly hopeless.” Remy said in response, smirking as he patted Roman’s cheek. “Ya gotta stop finding romance where it simply ain’t.”
“The only thing I am finding is the truth behind all the bullsh-”
“Remy!”
Both Roman and Remy turned from each other, gazes moving to the entrance, where the voice had originated from. The owner of the voice was hurrying over to them, their blond curls pulled back into a loose ponytail, keeping their hair out of their face and allowing them to smile brightly at both Roman and Remy. They stopped in front of the receptionist's desk, taking a moment to catch their breath and straighten their relatively small red tie.
“Heya sunshine.” Remy greeted easily, smiling at Patton in a way that was a little too soft to be a proper smirk “May I ask what brings you here in the middle of your shift? You’re gonna get yourself fired.”
“‘Worth it for a chance to see you.” Patton told him sweetly, giggling just a bit and ignoring Roman’s expression of self-confirmation. “Buuuuuuuut I'm on lunch break. Just came over to ask what you wanted for dinner. I know the plan for tonight was take-out, but I just realized that we have all the ingredients to make lasagna- aside from the noodles, which we can pick up on our way home- so I thought it might be fun to make that tonight instead!”
“Sounds wonderful to me.” Remy answered. “We’re going to keep it a secret from Dee though, right?”
“Of course!” Patton agreed. He leaned over to stage whisper to Roman, “It’s his favorite.”
“Oh, you guys know each other’s favorite dinners, do you?” Roman asked, smiling in a knowing way and wiggling his eyebrows at Patton. Patton tilted their head to the side, clearly confused, while Remy answered casually,
“Of course! You can only live with someone for so long without picking up on what they like to eat. Dee’s favorite is lasagna. Patton’s favorite dinner- which is coincidentally their favorite breakfast, lunch, and dessert as well- is waffles. And mine, of course, is a nice big cup of espresso-”
“Don’t lie!” Patton cut him off, smiling as they leaned on the counter and ended up within an inch of Remy. “Your favorite dinner is chicken soup!”
“Remy hates soup.” Roman said, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“Not chicken soup.” Patton confirmed, not looking away from Remy. “That’s his favorite, no matter what he says.”
“Mmm, nice try, Pat, but that’s not it.” Remy denied. Patton pouted at him then, and almost immediately Remy relented with, “My favorite dinner is your chicken soup. You’re the only one who knows how to make it right, hun.”
Patton giggled. “I make it just like anyone else would!” they insisted, though their smile brightened even as they spoke.
Remy’s smile grew as well as he leaned forwards just a bit, pressing his forehead against Patton’s. “Nah, honeypie, you got somethin’ all the other recipes don’t.”
“And what’s that?” Patton asked.
“Loooooooove.” Remy answered, grinning broadly, seemingly happy to ignore how cheesy his answer was.
Patton didn’t mind the cheesiness. “You’re too much,” they said, too playfully to be chastising.
“Better than being too little.”
Patton just grinned at that. “I have to go.”
“Alright, sweetheart.” Remy said, expression seemingly not changing, though a close observer (aka Roman) might have noticed his smile dip just the slightest. “See you at six?”
“Mhmm!” Patton confirmed with a hum. They pulled away from Remy, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before they ran off, waving one last goodbye as they reached the doors before disappearing outside. Remy lazily waved his fingers after Patton, watching the doors a moment after Patton was through them before turning back to his computer and his work.
“Ready to admit you’re definitely dating at least one of your partners?”
“Nope,” Remy replied without missing a beat. “Though if you really want me to have a partner, you’re single… I’m single…” Remy waggled his eyebrows at Roman.
Roman ignored his advances. “The chemistry between you and Patton is so strong I’m surprised nothing’s exploded yet.”
“That was weak.”
“Shush.” Roman waved his hand dismissively. “I mean, for the love of Apollo, they kissed you goodbye!”
Remy half-shrugged. “They do that with all their friends.”
“They didn’t give me a kiss.”
“They were in a rush.” Remy explained away. “But if you really want a kiss-”
“-I will get it from my darling friend of Rapunzel,” Roman finished for him, having leaned over to check the time on the bottom of Remy’s screen. “I got so distracted trying to get you to tell me the truth I lost track of time.”
“What truth?” Remy asked, tone light. “The one about us making a perfect couple?”
Roman smiled sweetly at him, as though Remy was naive. “Maybe in a universe where you didn’t literally live with your soulmates,” he said, patting Remy’s shoulder before he turned and headed towards the door. He raised his hand over his shoulder without turning back, half-waving at Remy as he added, “Call me when you’re done being in denial!”
Remy just let out a light huff of amusement, shaking his head and turning back to his work. Roman could say whatever he wanted, but the fact remained: Remy was (un)happily single and most certainly not dating his roommates.
Yeah, sure, maybe he could’ve mentioned that his ‘best friends’ were also his crushes, but, hey, it wasn’t like that was that important, right?
~~
Patton was staring intently at the floor. Well, more technically, they were staring intently at the mess on the floor and trying to convince themself they were supposed to be cleaning up said mess and not doing anything else with it.
The bell near the front of the store rang as the door swung open, but Patton ignored it. Plenty of people filtered in and out of the store. They did, however, pay attention when the sound of approaching footsteps got closer than the signs should have allowed.
“I’m sorry, this aisle is currently closed, if you don’t mind-” Patton started immediately, tone polite as they looked up, fully expecting to find an angry customer who refused to go over one extra aisle for whatever sweet treat they were looking for. They stopped when they saw who it was, polite-but-fake smile being replaced by a genuine one. “Oh, Virgil, hello there!”
Virgil smiled back, half-waving before he turned his focus to the floor, careful to step around the mix of glass shards and chocolate-covered balls of something as he came up next to Patton. “Busy day?”
Patton shrugged. “It was fine until someone didn’t put the jar fully back on the shelf. I’m just glad no one got hurt.”
Virgil nodded. “That’s good,” he agreed. “Waste of some perfectly good candy though.”
“It is,” Patton bemoaned, looking sadly at the mess. Virgil side-eyed them.
“Pat, you haven’t been considering eating the fallen candy, have you?”
“Maybe?” Patton tried, looking at Virgil only to find his expression completely disbelieving. They sighed. “Yes. It just looks so yummy! Even mixed in with all the glass! Because the glass sparkles and makes it kinda magical looking and it couldn’t hurt to have just one-”
Virgil put a hand on Patton’s shoulder, stopping them from bending down and grabbing one of the candies before they could move an inch. “All the candy here’s magical. Eat some of the candies that aren’t also glassy.”
“Mhmm,” Patton hummed in sad annoyance. “But it’s such a waste… I can stop it from being waste…”
“You could, but should you?” Virgil asked.
Patton groaned. “I shouldn’t,” they said. “But I want to…” They sighed, turning their gaze from the tempting mess to Virgil. “Distract me. Why are you here?”
“Other than to stop you from making poor dietary choices?” Virgil asked rhetorically before going on, “I’m avoiding Roman.”
“Avoiding him?” Patton repeated. “I thought you two were getting along. Don’t tell me he started another prank war-”
“No, he’s just being annoying,” Virgil answered. “He wouldn’t stop bothering me while I worked, because Remy apparently hadn’t been in the mood to entertain his gossip, thereby making me the person stuck listening to it. Guess Kev’ decided letting me walk it off for half an hour was better than me tearing a costume in frustration.”
Patton nodded as they moved to once more hold their broom, beginning to sweep up the mess as they said, “What was the gossip?”
Virgil leaned back on the shelf behind him, waving his hand pointlessly. “Oh, same old same old. Just talking about you and your partners, mostly how oblivious Remy is- which, I get it, Remy can be obtuse, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear about it all morning-”
“What?!” Patton cut him off, voice a higher pitch than they had intended, stopping halfway through a sweep to look at Virgil in disbelief and confusion. “My- what partners?!”
“...Remy and Drew. Duh,” Virgil said slowly, blinking at Patton as if they were missing something incredibly obvious. “You know. The people you live with. And are clearly dating. Those partners.”
Patton laughed, a weird hybrid sound of amusement and awkwardness. “I think you’re a little confused there, kiddo. I’m not dating Remy or Dee- they’re just my friends!”
“Yeah. Friends you’re dating,” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow at Patton. “Don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t notice. It’s fairly obvious.”
“I don’t know how it can be obvious if it isn’t true.” Patton responded, going back to sweeping as they looked away from Virgil. “We’re just friends. At least I am, anyways.”
“What does that mean?”
Patton briefly looked up from their work to look at Virgil instead. “Aw, shucks, Virge, you’ve seen how Remy and Dee look at each other. If anyone’s dating, it’s them.”
“And you?” Virgil pressed, prompting Patton to look down again at their work. “I’ve seen how Remy and Drew look at each other, but I’ve also seen how you look at them. They’re pretty similar looks, my dude.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Patton answered, even as their cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. They risked a glance at Virgil, only to find him looking at them disbelieving. “Okay, maybe I love them a little more than just as friends.” Continued disbelief. “A lot more! But that doesn’t mean we’re dating.”
“And why does them looking sweet at each other make them dating, but you doing the same just makes you just friends?”
“Because I think I’d know if I was dating them, silly.” Patton responded simply.
Before Patton could continue, or Virgil could speak up, they were interrupted by the sound of quickly approaching footsteps and the slight crunch of glass as the newcomer misstepped and stepped on the mess. “Well this looks… delightful.”
“Dee!” Patton said, dropping their broom against the shelf as they carefully (but still hurriedly) stepped around the mess to approach their roommate. He was dressed as a friend of Aladdin’s, wearing baggy pants and a raggedy shirt-vest combo, his small red hat carefully hiding his bun, presenting the illusion of him having short hair. Slight touches of make-up highlighted the scar running from beneath his left eye to the bottom of his jaw, Drew always happy to tell the very dramatic tale of how he got it in a sword fight (when the truth of the matter involved a very long story having to do with toast, ferrets, and the reason why he wasn’t allowed to use the ice machine anymore). “What’re you doing here?”
“Why, unhappy to see me?” Drew asked sarcastically, though he was smiling at Patton.
“Never!” Patton responded resolutely. They wobbled a bit as they got closer to Drew, almost stepping on a particularly ugly shard of glass, but Drew reached out and grabbed one of their hands before they could fall, stabilizing them and helping to lead them right up in front of him. Patton giggled at his help, not releasing his hand even once they were done moving. “Just curious. Shouldn’t you be at the wishing well?”
“Oh, I was,” Drew told them, free hand rising up to tuck a stray curl behind Patton’s ear. “But then I wished to see the loveliest face in the world and found myself here with you.”
Patton giggled again. “The wishing well must be broken if it didn’t just provide you with a mirror.”
A touch of pink coloured Drew’s cheeks at Patton’s words, and in the background Virgil turned from watching the two of them to stare blankly at the shelf across from him, as though it was a camera and he was in The Office.
“Trust me, angel, it made no error,” he said, despite his minor blush. “But to better answer your question, have you noticed how bright it is outside?”
“Of course I have,” Patton answered. “It must be warm out there.”
“It is warm,” Drew confirmed, sounding as if there was more he wasn’t saying but wanted Patton to pick up on anyways. “Some might even say it’s hot.”
“Just like you?”
Drew’s blush grew. “I think you’re missing the point.”
Patton’s smile turned a shade mischievous. “I’m not. I’m just waiting for you to admit to it.”
“Cruel, sweetpea, cruel.”
“Just admit it already!”
Drew sighed dramatically. “Alright! I fold! I admit that hydration in the face of the harsh sun is important.”
“Andddddd?”
Another sigh. “I admit that I forgot my water bottle, which I likely wouldn’t have done if I had simply used one of your sticky notes.”
“I even doodled a snake on your reminder!” Patton said, lightly hitting Drew’s chest. “It was cute AND helpful.”
“Just like you,” Drew commented, moving his hand from Patton’s hair to cup their cheek as they flushed. “And I’m sorry, dear, I really didn’t think I’d need it.”
“And yet, you’re here,” Patton teased lightly before turning towards Virgil, extending a hand. “Virgil, there should be a water bottle behind you- think you can hand it to me?”
Virgil did as he was asked, glancing behind him and finding that, yes, perched on the shelf was a metal water bottle covered in snake stickers. He grabbed it and turned back towards Patton, passing them the bottle. Patton took it and turned back to Drew, offering it to him.
“Oh, must I take it?” Drew asked, looking reproachfully at the bottle. “You’re so much nicer to hold.”
“Mmm, you need to get back to work before they catch you slacking,” Patton told him. “I’ll still be around to hold later.”
“Is that a promise?” Drew asked, even as he let his hand fall from Patton’s cheek to take his water bottle.
“Even better,” Patton answered, letting go of Drew’s hand so that they could loop their pinkies together instead. They raised their now joined hands so that they were in easy sight of Drew. “It’s a pinky promise.”
Drew smiled. “Good,” he said, bending his pinky a bit to squeeze Patton’s. “I’m holding you to it,” he punned before reluctantly stepping away, letting his and Patton’s pinkies remain linked until he was forced by distance to let go.
“So,” Virgil spoke up, slightly startling Patton, who had been waving at Drew until he walked out of sight. “You’re not dating them, you lied?”
“I didn’t lie!” Patton defended, moving back towards the broom as they spoke, once more careful to avoid the glass as they stepped. “I’m not dating him! Or Remy!”
“Oh, yeah, because calling each other petnames and trading compliments til you’re both blushing and not wanting to let go of each other and looking at each other like you’re the other’s world is really just ‘best friend’ behaviour,” Virgil said, voice thick with sarcasm.
“We’ve lived in the same apartment for months, Virgil, we’re close!” Patton said as they went back to sweeping. “That doesn’t make us partners.”
Virgil let out a breath. “I know, Pat, but you really should see the way you two were looking at each other. It sure as hell wasn’t plain-ol’ friendly.”
“Language.”
“Stop dodging the point.”
Patton stopped their work, turning to look at Virgil as they rested their chin on the broom handle. “I don’t know what point you think I’m dodging, kiddo. Dee- and Remy- are my friends. They’re dating each other, but I’m not dating them. It’s not that hard to understand.”
Virgil didn’t respond to that at first, instead just blinking slowly at Patton a few times. “I’m starting to understand why Roman was in such a mood,” he finally said as he pushed himself away from the shelves. “If Remy’s half as oblivious as you are, I’d be complaining too.”
“Oblivious about what?” Patton asked, confused. “They know who they’re dating and who they’re not.”
Virgil didn’t answer, instead just chuckling and shaking his head. “I should get back before Kevin decides to be less lenient about my wandering time. See you later, pine-on.”
“Bye, Virge!” Patton said cheerily. “And good pun!”
Virgil responded with a half salute behind his head as he wandered off. Patton watched him off as they resumed their sweeping, focusing on their work and not any of the interactions that had just occurred. Say what he would, Virgil was wrong- Patton’s relationship with Drew and Remy was strictly platonic, and they had no plans to mess with what the three of them did have (an amazing friendship) anytime soon.
~~
Drew dropped his bag before he collapsed against the wall, sliding down it halfway as he let out a huff. Though the day had been no longer than any other, the sun had been much more annoying than usual, and he was ready to be home and surrounded by not only air conditioning but also people he could stand. Absentmindedly he rubbed at the remains of make-up on his face, the only part of his costume he was still in since having changed out at the end of his shift.
“Are you suffering from heatstroke, or just bored?”
Drew looked up, finding Emile in front of him, smiling in amusement.
“A bit of both,” Drew answered truthfully. “Forgot my water bottle at home, though Pat had grabbed it for me at least. But neither their shift nor Remy’s is over for at least another fifteen minutes, so…”
“So I’m just someone to distract you until one of your partners can take over?” Emile asked, teasing.
“My partners in crimes, you mean?” Drew said. “Because I’ve told you before, Em, I really shouldn’t be talking about them here- you’re going to ruin our plan to invade ‘Beauty’s palace and get the treasure.”
“And what treasures are you going to find in there?”
“Hopefully, the key to a full hundred years of rest,” Drew told them before adding, “And gold. Mostly going for the gold.”
“Mhmm.” Emile hummed. “Happy to hear you’ve got your future set. Your criminal enterprises sound like they’re going to go over very smoothly. Now, as to your actual partners…”
“Do you think I’m cheating on my current criminal partners?” Drew asked, sounding offended. “With whom, another team? Emile, I thought you knew me better than that.”
“I think we both know I’m referring to your romantic partners.”
“Ah, yes.” Drew crossed his arms and leaned further back against the wall. “You’re referring to my roommates, who somewhere along the line you got confused as also being my romantic partners. They’re not very good at crime, you know.”
Emile grinned. “Not even good at stealing your heart?”
Drew just waved his hand dismissively. “Patton steals the heart of everyone they meet. Remy is not subtle at all when they go for the steal. Neither of them would make it a day in the world of crime.”
“But you admit that they’ve stolen your heart.”
“I admit they steal everybody’s heart.”
“But not like they’ve stolen yourssssss.”
Drew sighed, pulling his water bottle out of his bag and taking a sip of the water while he waited for Emile to stop. “Don’t be like Virgil and Roman, Emile. You’ve been given the precious gift of actually having a brain cell. Don’t waste it.”
“You can say whatever you want, Drew, but that doesn’t change the truth, even if you’d like to pretend it would,” Emile replied calmly, sounding smug. “We’ve all seen the way you three look at each other. You can’t lie your way out of love truer than that of Tiana, Naveen, and Charlotte’s.”
“Don’t have to lie to tell the truth,” Drew responded, returning his water bottle to its place in his bag. Before Emile could rebuke his words, the door that led outside of the first aid station opened, and two people walked in.
“Excuse me,” Emile said politely to Drew before they headed towards the people. After a brief moment of conversation, Emile walked further into the building with one of them while the other came over towards Drew.
Drew smiled when the newcomer was close enough for him to identify. “Hello, darling.”
Remy returned his smile, leaning against the wall and facing Drew. Remy was clearly off-shift, both costume and nametag removed, and was now sporting a sea-green bracelet. “Good evening, charming. Miss me?”
“Constantly,” Drew answered effortlessly. “I assume the same to be true of you?”
“I miss you every second you’re not in my presence more than the moon misses the sun,” Remy answered, maintaining veir composure for a moment before veir expression broke and ve laughed. “Like that one? I heard someone in the lobby tell it to their husband.”
“It is unbearably cheesy,” Drew told ver. “Though I’m sure also very sweet, if you mean it.”
“Good thing I mean it then,” Remy said jokingly. “People suck. I got yelled at twice today. I missed you and your not-yellingness.”
“Is that all you missed about me?” Drew asked, smile turning sly. “Because I know I miss you for more than just your sometimes-not-annoyingness…”
“Oh really?” Remy asked, shifting so that ve was facing Drew even more. “Well, I miss you for your not-yellingness, and for your looks- scar most certainly included, hun, it makes you look roguish- and for your mind, and your charisma, and, of course, your snark.”
“You flatter me.”
“Look in a mirror, sugar, you make it easy,” Remy told him. “Now I’m dying to know why you missed me.”
“Oh, how could I not?” Drew asked rhetorically. “There’s your charm, as sarcastic as it may be, your humor, your refusal to stand down against idiots, and your sense of fashion- though I must confess, I consider it a sin to hide such dazzling eyes.”
“Compliment my charm when you’re the real charmer ‘round here- I see how it is,” Remy said playfully, smiling.
Drew returned the smile. “I’m just telling the truth.”
“Mhmm,” Remy hummed non-committedly, though veir smile didn’t drop. Ve reached forward, brushing some of Drew’s hair behind his ear before moving to run veir fingers through it. Drew leaned his head closer, allowing ver easier access to his hair as ve pulled it over just one of his shoulders. “Your hair’s a mess.”
“It’s been in a bun all day.” Drew explained, closing his eyes and focusing on the soft and calming feel of Remy brushing through his hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp. “It got tangled.”
“Too lazy to fix that problem yourself, sweetheart?”
“I like it better when you do,” Drew admitted.
Remy chuckled as ve continued, veir attention turning more towards gentle touches against Drew’s skin as ve worked. “I should braid your hair tonight. Might not tangle as quickly that way.”
“If we do that, we’ll need to stop at the store on the way home,” Drew said. “Our beloved sunbeam will want to put flowers in my hair, and I do not believe we have any at home.”
“We already needed to stop for some dinner fixin’s anyways,” Remy told him. “We’ll just add ‘flowers prettier than your face’ to the list, though I’m afraid if we go looking for those we’ll never find them.”
Before Drew could return the compliment, the sound of approaching steps stopped him. He opened his eyes just enough to see that they belonged to Emile, who was smiling broadly and just a touch satisfiedly at them, before he closed his eyes once more.
“Hey there, babe,” Remy greeted. “How you?”
“I’m peachy keen!” Emile answered enthusiastically. “Yourself?”
Drew didn’t need to see Remy’s face to know that ve was smirking. “I’ve got the prettiest man in the world melting into my touch, so I’d say I’m doing pretty swell.”
“Bold words from the most gorgeous being to ever grace this planet’s surface,” Drew countered, opening his eyes so he could return Remy’s smirk. “And I’m not ‘melting into your touch,’ I’m giving you easier access to the hair you so wish to tame.”
“Whatever you say, sugar.” Remy responded casually, right before ve ran veir hand through his hair again, stopping halfway through to press veir fingers against the base of his neck, rubbing just the slightest of circles into his skin, which was cheating, because ve knew perfectly well that was one of his weak points. The motion alone had Drew leaning closer towards Remy, letting out a small sigh that morphed into a huff halfway through.
“That’s cheating,” Drew said, trying to sound accusing but only succeeding in sounding tired and slightly whiny.
Remy laughed. “Don’t care, darling, not even a little.”
Drew hissed at ver, only earning himself another laugh.
“Well you two certainly seem happy,” Emile pointed out, the slightest hint of trickery in their tone.
“I’d like to think we are, yes,” Remy said.
“Not that it’s surprising,” Emile continued, failing to sound very innocent. “I’m sure anyone’d be happy spending time with one of their partners.”
“I’m sure they would,” Remy said neutrally. “Not sure what that has to do with anything right now-”
“They’re talking about my partners in crime.” Drew interrupted. “I told them earlier about my plan to raid Sleeping Beauty’s class and steal her secrets to a hundred years of sleep.”
“I see. Well I do hope you plan on sharing those secrets because goodness knows I could do with a good century of napping.”
“Goodness and me,” Drew agreed, reaching forward and pushing Remy’s sunglasses up a bit, frowning at how dark the bags under veir eyes were. “Why else would I steal the secrets if not for you?”
“Awwww, you care,” Remy cooed, tone a mix of goodheartedly mocking and sincere. “And what do you mean, ‘goodness and me’? Hun, you are goodness.”
“You’re sweet, but we both know that’s Pat.”
“I don’t see why it can’t be both of you.”
“This is getting ridiculous!”
Drew and Remy turned towards Emile at their outburst, Remy tilting veir head to the side in confusion while Drew asked,
“What is?”
Emile waved their hands at the roommates. “You two! You three! This!”
Remy and Drew glanced at each other before looking back at Emile. “This?” Remy asked.
“You’re so oblivious it puts the Scooby Gang’s obliviousness to Shaggy’s godhood to shame!” Emile said, thoroughly exasperated.
“I’m sorry what was that-”
“I mean, look at you two!” Emile said, gesturing at where Remy’s hand was still running through Drew’s hair. “All you do is compliment each other and worry over each other and know exactly what to do to make the other melt into your touch!”
Drew shrugged. “So? We’re friends.”
“And we’ve lived together for months,” Remy added. “Kinda hard to not pick up stuff about each other.”
“This moved past friendship weeks ago,” Emile told them, crossing their arms. “You can pretend to be sly, but you aren’t.”
“We’re not pretending anything,” Drew replied, raising an eyebrow. “Are you alright, Em? No offense, you seem a little... agitated over this.”
Emile squinted at them. “You’d be agitated if you were me.”
“Huh. Vaguely ominous,” Remy commented idly, unperturbed by the conversation. “You should really talk to Roman though. He’s been having the same misconceptions about me and my roommates’ relationship. I’m sure you two lovelies can find the truth if you talk it out.”
“We’ve already found the truth,” Emile said confidently.
“If you say so,” Remy responded, reaching into veir pocket as ve spoke, pulling out veir phone and checking the time. “Patton’s shift should be over in a couple of minutes. Wanna go greet them?”
“The only sunshine I always want to see,” Drew answered. “Don’t tell them we’re going to braid my hair just yet, though, alright? I’d prefer to surprise them.”
Remy grinned. “Of course, hun.”
Drew returned the grin before shifting over so that he could pick his bag up, ignoring Remy’s protest at his hair moving out of playing-with range. “You do know that going to Patton requires moving, right?”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.”
Drew chuckled as he straightened up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “You can play more with my hair when we get home, starlight, don’t worry. Come on, let’s go get Pat.”
Remy pouted, but ve still lifted veir arm and allowed Drew to slot himself in against veir side as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Remy’s arm wrapped around the top of Drew’s shoulders, holding him close as they headed towards the doors.
“Have a goodnight, Em,” Drew called over his shoulder right before they left, door lightly thudding as it fell shut behind them.
Emile let out a little huff. “Night-night lovebirds,” they said, even though they knew the couple in question couldn’t hear them. They waited a moment after they left before pulling out their phone, flicking to the group chat they, Roman, and Virgil had lovingly nicknamed ‘operation Get These Gays Together’ (originally known as ‘operation if they don’t get together I’m going to shoot them and then myself’ when Virgil named it) and sending a quick but vital text.
Usually, Emile preferred the passive route. They preferred to push people towards the solution, help them subtly, let them figure it out for themselves with only a bit of their help.
But that method was driving Emile (and Roman and Virgil) insane. They had tried the easy, passive way.
It was time to be aggressive.
~~
The first thing Remy registered upon waking up was that they’d really rather not. The little bit of sun that made its way through their half-open eyelids was already too much and they were almost a hundred percent certain they still needed another five hours of sleep to be anything close to well-rested.
Therefore, immediately after opening their eyes, they shut them once more, rolling over and pushing their face into the surface beneath them to try and drown out all possible light. While this did solve the immediate problem of ‘too much light,’ it presented a new one for them to deal with- the fact that something close to him was warm and moving.
The discrepancy between where they remembered falling asleep last night- on the couch, alone- and where they must be now- somewhere big enough for more than one person to be sleeping, and apparently not alone anymore- was enough to convince Remy to open their eyes again. It was easier if only for the fact that the sun was now behind them, illuminating the sight in front of Remy instead of blinding them.
Remy was unsurprised to find the warm moving ‘thing’ was, in fact, their roommates- Drew curled up against Patton’s back, arms wrapped around their chest, one of Patton’s hands resting on top of Drew’s and their other sprawled out across the bed, almost touching Remy.
The sight made Remy smile. They reached out to lay one of their hands over Patton’s outstretched one, gently rubbing circles and nonsense patterns into their palm while they waited for them to wake up. While they would like to figure out how they ended up in bed instead of on the couch, and while they knew all three of them would eventually have to get up for work, they didn’t see the point in rushing anything. If they were already late for work, hurrying now wouldn’t change that, and Remy had decided long ago that there were few things in the world that mattered to them more than seeing both Drew and Patton rested, relaxed, and happy.
Slowly but surely, Patton began to wake up, shifting around in Drew’s grasp for a moment before their eyes fluttered open and they saw Remy. Upon seeing them, Patton smiled a sleepy but fond smile.
��Good morning, sweetie,” Patton greeted them, yawning partway through their sentence. They twisted their hand a bit so that they could hold Remy’s, beginning to rub circles into the back of Remy’s hand. “You look nice.”
Remy found it doubtful that they, in all their sweatpants, ratty t-shirt, and disheveled hair glory, were looking like anything more than a mess, but they were loath to reject any compliment that came from Patton.
“You look just as cute as always,” they returned, smile growing at Patton’s small giggle at their response. “I am, however, a little curious as to why I’m seeing your beauty right now.”
Patton’s brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before smoothing out as they realized what Remy was asking. “You fell asleep on the couch last night, right?”
“Last I recall, yes, and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember coming to… wherever this is.”
“It’s my room,” Patton answered. “I was cold, and I had pinky-promised Dee we could cuddle. We were goin’ to ask you to join, but you fell asleep while we were putting away the lasagna and we decided we didn’t want to risk waking you to move you. You’re such a light sleeper… and Dee said you hadn’t been sleeping as much recently.”
As Patton finished speaking, they reached out to brush a thumb underneath one of Remy’s eyes, as if they could erase the bags that were there.
Remy reached up with their free hand to catch Patton’s, gently pulling it away from their face and intertwining their fingers instead. “Don’t worry about me, sunshine, I’m fine. Just a few more sleepless nights than usual.”
Patton hummed, clearly not satisfied, but they didn’t say anymore on the topic. “I know I didn’t bring you in here,” they said instead, looking forlornly at the space roughly a foot long between them and Remy. “I wouldn’t have brought you in here for cuddles and then not cuddled you,” Patton explained, sounding melancholy.
In an attempt to at least partially console them, Remy scooted closer to Patton, narrowing the gap to only a few inches. They kept themself from moving all the way against them only because they knew exactly what would happen, knew Patton’s arms would wrap around them and hold them close, trapping them in the cuddle pile they’d have no will nor want to escape, and, as nice as it sounded to let reality drift away as they sank back into sleep so close to their two favorite people in the world, Remy knew they couldn’t, knew they had to be at least a little bit responsible and wake up and go to work and do more than just waste the day away holding each other.
Though damn if that wasn’t a tempting thought.
“So does that mean Dee moved me?” Remy asked.
“He must’ve,” Patton answered before frowning. “Though I don’t ever remember him getting up… here, I’ll just ask him.”
Patton turned over slightly, letting go of one of Remy’s hands so that they could gently shake Drew’s shoulder. “Dee? Dee, honey, do you think you could wake up for me? Please?”
In response, Drew half-groaned, half-yawned, and shifted so that his head was pressed into the crook of Patton’s neck, effectively hiding him from both his roommates and the sun. Patton giggled quietly at his action before they titled their head around and pressed a slightly awkward kiss to the top of Drew’s head. “I know you don’t want to, love, but you’ve gotta get up.”
Drew didn’t respond for a moment, but eventually he sighed, lazily lifting his head away from Patton’s shoulder. He returned Patton’s kiss atop their head before shifting his attention to Remy, blinking blearily as he focused on the third person in the bed.
“Mornin’ darling dearest Dee,” Remy greeted. “Sleep well?”
“Mhmm,” Drew hummed noncommittally, but from the way his arms tightened around Patton, holding them closer, Remy could guess he had slept very well curled up with Patton. “What’re you doin’ here?” he slurred, awake enough to realize Remy should still be out on the couch if not awake enough to speak properly.
“We were kinda hoping you could answer that one, hun,” Remy said. “Because I don’t remember coming in here, and Patton doesn’t remember moving me.”
Drew frowned. “I didn’t move you. Wanted you to sleep.”
“So I’ve heard,” Remy commented, now frowning themself. “So. If none of us put me in the bed, and none of us have any sleep walking and/or possession problems we haven’t told the others about…”
“How did you end up here?” Patton finished for them, completing the trifecta of frowns.
The unanswered question finally convinced Remy to sit up, squinting as they looked around the room for some explanation. It did appear to be Patton’s room, from the animal posters hung on every wall to the rainbow they had painted onto the light switch cover with nail polish, so it was unlikely they had all been kidnapped, which Remy was going to consider a good thing. Something did stand out to Remy, however.
“Hey, Pat, you haven’t put any random notes on your door recently, have you?”
Patton shook their head in confusion. “No. Why do you ask?”
Remy didn’t answer them immediately, instead sliding out of the bed and heading towards the door. Tapped to it was a folded note, ‘to the oblivious gays’ scrawled on the front of it. Remy pulled it off the door, unfolding it and quickly scanning the message inside. When they finished, they groaned.
“I’m disowning all of our friends.” Remy said, tossing the note to the side in annoyance as they grabbed the door handle, trying (and failing) to turn it. They groaned again. “Fuck.”
“Language.” Patton said automatically as Drew pushed their glasses onto their face for them, Patton blinking a few times as they stopped needing to squint at everything. “What is it?”
Remy ran a hand through their hair as they moved to the only window in the room, attempting to open it for a moment before deeming it a lost cause. They sighed and turned back towards the bed. “We’ve been locked in.”
This got both Patton and Drew to sit up, both looking more awake as they frowned at them. “What do you mean, we’ve been locked in?”
“Exactly what I said,” Remy replied, leaning back against the wall behind them. “Our most lovely friends have locked us all in a room together and apparently won’t let us out until we ‘confess’ or some bullsh- bullcrap, because this is 2012 and we’re a story on fanfic-dot-net.”
“Confess?” Patton repeated before realization dawned on their face. “Oh. I- Virgil was talking about that yesterday, but I didn’t think he actually- well I didn’t think he really meant anything by it.”
“Same with Emile,” Drew said. “They talk about it so often I just figured it was some sort of joke for them.”
“Roman was talking about it too,” Remy added unhappily. “He pointedly ignored all my advances as well, which was rude. I like to think my distractions are at least worth one returned flirt.”
A moment of silence stretched out between them before Drew sighed and said, “So they did this, huh.”
“That’s why I’m disowning them, yeah,” Remy informed him. “Also on the list of disownments is my cousin, because apparently he’s the one who gave them the key they used to break in here and set this whole mess up.”
“Logan’s not usually the type to go for this sort of thing,” Drew pointed out.
“He isn’t, but I think he’s still annoyed about that one time I stole all his Crofter’s.” Remy said. “Though now he’s indirectly keeping me from my coffee, so who’s the real monster here?”
“At least you’ve got us,” Drew offered.
Remy smiled at that, annoyed expression softening. “Yeah, that I do,” they agreed, pushing off of the wall and padding back over to the bed, joining the semi-circle and leaning against Patton’s side. Drew wrapped an arm around both Patton’s and Remy’s backs as soon as they were settled, holding the three of them together.
“So now what?” Patton asked after a moment of comfortable silence. “Should we call in to work sick?”
“The note said they’d cover it,” Remy answered with a scoff. “No clue how they plan to do that, but they’ve made it into a them-problem.”
“And when are they going to let us out?” Drew followed up. “Because we’re going to have to eat soon.”
“I have a bag of emergency cookies in the closet, if worse comes to worst,” Patton added.
“Of course you do,” Drew said, though he sounded only fond.
“They said they’ll swing by around lunch to free us and, I quote, ‘congratulate us on the proposals,’” Remy laughed. “Roman’s words, if you couldn’t guess.”
Drew chuckled. “And if we try to break out of our makeshift prison?”
“They’ve stolen our phones and tapped them to the door, so if we break it down, we risk breaking our phones.” Remy explained. “Logan also reminded us that glass is sharp and dangerous when broken so we shouldn’t even think about shattering the window.”
“So no breaking out,” Drew summed up. “Guess we really are stuck here ‘til they return.”
“Yep,” Remy agreed. They turned their head so that they could plant a kiss against the side of Patton’s head. “At least I’m stuck with y’all. Better be trapped with angels than free with demons.” Remy smiled when Patton blushed a shade of red that Remy thought just made them look even prettier.
“Well someone’s getting awfully poetic,” Drew quipped, though he was also blushing.
“It’s what happens when I don’t have my coffee,” Remy said offhandedly. “Deal with it.”
“Only if you accept that you yourself are also an angel.”
“Oh, rude, babe, real rude to ‘u-too’ my own compliment back at me.”
“If you want to make this easier on yourself, just accept it, my dear,” Drew advised. “I can wax just as poetic as you can, and will if I think I must.”
Remy sighed, holding out the sound for a moment before they folded. “Fiiiine, I’m an angel.” They leaned around Patton, getting close enough that they could press a kiss to Drew’s forehead. “But you’re still the prettier one.”
Drew gasped dramatically at that, but before he could respond, Patton sighed, sounding fond and vaguely melancholy. Remy pulled back from Drew just enough to look at Patton.
“Aw, our sunshine feeling left out?” Remy asked teasingly, kissing Patton’s forehead as well and wrapping their arms around Patton’s waist. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re just as pretty as Dee.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that, I promise!” Patton reassured them with a laugh. “You two are just so cute together, that’s all.”
“We’re all cute together,” Remy said, pressing a quick peck of a kiss to Patton’s chin. “Helps that we’re all cute.”
Patton laughed again. “No, I mean- together-together, you know? You’re a good couple.”
Remy and Drew reacted to that, both glancing at each other in confusion and uncertainty. “Couple as in two people, or…?” Drew asked.
Patton raised an eyebrow, now looking confused themself. “I mean, I guess that too, but I mean- well, I mean romantically.”
Another uncertain glance between the supposed ‘couple.’ Remy laughed awkwardly. “Hate to break it to ya, hun, but I think I’d know if I was dating such a cutie.”
“Same here,” Dee echoed.
“Oh. Oh!” Patton said, blushing red now in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, you just- the way you act together, I- you’re so comfortable together-”
“We’re all comfortable together,” Drew pointed out, albeit quieter than he had been speaking a moment ago.
“I know, you just- I- oh, I’m so sorry!” Patton repeated, hiding their face in Drew’s shoulder. “I feel so silly,” they added, their voice now muffled.
Remy chuckled, reaching forward to card their fingers through Patton’s hair. They scooted a little closer to them as they scratched at their scalp as well. “Don’t worry about it, honey-love. Everybody makes mistakes.”
“No, it’s not that, I just…” Patton cut themself off before actually getting to their point, shaking their head a bit before they pressed their face even further into Drew’s shoulder.
“Oh, come now, beloved,” Drew coaxed, rolling his shoulders and trying to convince Patton to lift their head. “You don’t have to hide anything from us, much less your beautiful face or heavenly voice.”
“It’s silly,” Patton whined, just loud enough to be understood. Remy laughed gently, brushing their hair to the side so they could kiss the back of their neck.
“That’s okay. We’re not going to make fun of you or anything,” Remy assured them.
Drew leaned over and kissed the top of Patton’s head, pulling back only a little. “What’d you say, love? Can I see those pretty, pretty eyes?”
It took another moment of Remy playing with their hair and Drew sweet talking Patton before they were convinced, slowly lifting their head up just enough so that Drew could see their eyes. Drew smiled at them. “There you go. Isn’t this nicer?”
A little smile slipped onto Patton’s face. “Your eyes are much, much more gorgeous than the fabric of your shirt, yes.”
“I should hope so,” Drew replied, leaning his forehead against Patton’s. “Now, I’m sure both me and our lovely moonbeam are very curious as to what’s got you trying to hide from us.”
“Yeah, sugar, you’re not usually like this,” Remy added, though they didn’t sound worried, just sweet. “What’s got you feeling so silly and shy?”
Patton rested their cheek on Drew’s shoulder, looking between their roommates. “Promise you won’t hate me?”
“We could never,” Drew and Remy said at the same time.
Patton nodded, took a breath, squirmed a little in place, and finally said, “Y’know how I’ve never really said that you guys are together, even if I had no reason not to say it?”
“Uh… yes?” Remy answered, sounding slightly baffled by the question.
“Yeah, well… there was a reason for that.”
“...Okay?” Drew said, tone matching Remy’s.
“It’s because I didn’t really want to accept the fact that you two were together.”
Twin silence from Drew and Remy. Patton let out a little sigh, sounding more amused than annoyed.
“I didn’t like acknowledging the fact that you were both taken,” A pause to give their roommates a chance to finish for them; when neither of them spoke, Patton continued, “because I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you were both taken but neither of you were taken with me.”
Another pause, another stretch of silence as Drew and Remy each processed Patton’s words, the confessor themself once more hiding against Drew’s shoulder. Then- dawning understanding.
“Oh,” Remy said first, looking at Drew with wide eyes. “Oh. Patton, I-”
“It’s really okay if neither of you feel the same, really, I don’t even expect you too, we’re friends, and that’s what we’ve always said we were and always been, and that doesn’t need to change I just-” Patton laughed, slightly breathless as they tried to fit everything they wanted to say in only the space of a few seconds, “I just feel silly that I never even bothered to tell you guys because I thought you were dating, that’s all.”
It was quiet as Drew and Remy processed that, Drew looking at the bed as he thought while Remy looked off at the wall, clearly lost in their thoughts. It only took a moment for them to sort them, however.
“Hey, Patton?” Remy said, getting Patton to lift their head once more from Drew’s shoulder and look at them, Patton’s expression a mix of pained and hopeful. Remy reached forwards, cupping one of Patton’s cheeks with one of their hands, smiling a little stupidly as they did so. “Wanna hear a silly little secret of my own?”
Patton's eyes widened, suggesting that they knew exactly what the secret was, but they still said, in a quiet, almost awed voice, “What?”
Remy giggled, just a little, reaching out with their other hand as well and holding Patton’s face in both their hands as they answered, “I have a crush on both my roommates too,” they said in a mock-whisper, as if they were at a sleepover and they were all twelve. “I never told them because I thought they weren’t interested in me like that, but recently I’m starting to think I might be wro-”
Remy’s confession was cut off by Patton letting out a little squeal of excitement, pushing themself forward so that they could wrap their arms around Remy’s midsection, knocking them over and ending up with them both sprawled across the bed. Remy had just barely recovered from the action when Patton started peppering kisses across their face, going over their forehead and both their cheeks before they ended with a kiss on their lips, one that was brief but still sweet and loving and warm and undeniably Patton.
“You jerk.” Patton said, though there wasn’t a hint of heat in their tone as they laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me this three months ago?!”
“I had this whole friendship thing going on that I didn’t want to ruin!” Remy defended with a laugh of their own. “Though, if I had known that’d be your reaction, I’d have gone off and ruined our friendship long ago, sweetness.”
Patton’s smile broke into a grin and they kissed the tip of Remy’s nose, eliciting a quick but joyful giggle from them. “You’re forgiven for your slowness in telling me for how utterly perfect you are.”
“Why thank you, angel,” Remy said, pushing themself up just enough to give Patton a fast nose kiss as well. “But don’t you think we’re missing something- or, better put, someone- from this ‘perfect’?”
Patton’s eyes widened at the reminder. “Oh my gosh, you’re right!” they said before turning around to look at Drew. He was still sitting in the same spot he had been. It was clear he had been watching Patton and Remy, but upon them turning their attention to him, he seemed to suddenly find the entire rest of the room much more interesting to look at.
“Dee?” Patton said, forcing the aforementioned to turn his attention back to them or risk being rude to one of the people he was currently locked in a room with.
“Yes?” Drew asked, trying to sound aloof and neutral. He failed horribly, however, his voice coming out as something closer to mock-formal.
“Me and Remy have both made our confessions… do you have one of your own?” Patton asked, once more sounding hesitant.
When Drew didn’t respond instantly, Remy rushed to add, “It’s completely alright if you don’t, of course. No pressure whatsoever, we can still be friends, it’s just- well, not to sound like the people who locked us up in here in the first place, but I kinda feel like that’s not really what we should be.”
“I-” Drew started before cutting himself off, looking down as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I do love you guys, really; I mean, who couldn’t after living with you for so long, you’re too incredible not to love, but… I don’t know how I love you.”
“...Care to elaborate?” Remy pushed after a minute stretched in silence.
Drew shifted in place. “I guess… we’ve spent our entire friendship doing everything a couple might do- spending time together, learning each other’s favorite things, getting stupidly domestic, literally sleeping together, cuddling, sharing little kisses, and I just… don’t know if I love you romantically or not.”
“Alright,” Patton said slowly, nodding their head before frowning. “I’m… not sure how to figure that out.”
“Me neither,” Remy admitted. “There must be something romantic we haven’t done with you, right?
Drew shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ve covered all of the bases, as far as I can tell. No wonder everyone thought we were dating…”
“Not all of them,” Patton said, pulling Drew out of his barely started musings. They smiled at him, softly and sweetly and just a bit shyly. “Dee?”
“...Yes?”
“Do you want to kiss us?”
“Kiss you- I already have kissed you, what do you…” Drew cut himself off as he realized what Patton meant, his cheeks quickly turning a crimson red.
Remy chuckled as they sat up, Patton shifting a bit to their side so that they could properly sit up. “Hate to put words in your mouth, sweetheart, but I’mma guess that means yes?”
“I… yeah, yeah it does,” Drew conceded, chuckling a little awkwardly. “That sounded awfully charming.”
“Everything you say is charming when you’re a charmer,” Patton responded, and Drew’s cheeks turned a shade darker as the awkwardness in his expression relaxed into something more akin to soft adoration.
Patton patted the bed directly in front of them and Remy. “Come over here, lovely.”
Drew did so willingly, pulling himself over so that he was once more part of the group. Patton smiled tenderly at him as he settled himself before reaching out and gently taking his face in their hands.
“Stop me if you need to, okay?” Patton said. Drew half-laughed, half-scoffed.
“I doubt I’ll want you to stop, much less need you to,” he told them, and Patton smiled wider at him before leaning in, their careful and loving hold on Drew’s face holding him still until their lips were connected.
The kiss was longer than Patton and Remy’s had been, more planned, but it was still just as welcoming and comfortable, as if this wasn’t their first kiss but instead their hundredth; somehow both oddly familiar and excitingly new.
Without even realizing it, Drew found himself leaning it, placing his hands on Patton’s waist to hold steady as he did so, more than happy to drown in the kiss as much as he could.
Patton pulled away when he was reaching the edge of breathlessness, smiling brightly at Drew even as they moved back, still holding his face. “How was that?”
“I love you,” Drew said as an answer, letting out a laugh in the form of a huff as he went on, “Oh, god be damned, Patton, I love you.”
“Language,” Patton chided lightly, though they both knew it meant nothing.
“Hey now,” Remy spoke up, drawing Drew and Patton’s attention. They were pouting, though amusement flashed in their eyes. “I’m feeling a little forgotten over here.”
“Forget you?” Drew asked, normally suave tone now simply breathless and incredulous. “I could never.”
“Then prove it,” Remy demanded, reaching out and making grabby hands at Drew despite the fact that he was barely two feet from them. Drew didn’t mind it, however, simply laughing at the display of affection. He gently took Patton’s hands off his cheeks, kissing the back of both of them (to the delight of Patton) before releasing them and closing the small gap between him and Remy.
“There you are,” Remy said, as if Drew had been hiding somewhere far off and not simply kissing their partner (their partner, not just his partner but Remy’s too) instead of Remy. “Do I get kisses now?”
Drew laughed. “Yes,” he said, not bothering to drag the moment out as he reached forwards, cupping one of Remy’s cheeks in his hand and pulling them closer. “You get kisses now.”
He kept to his promise as he kissed Remy, not holding it out for one long kiss like he and Patton had done but instead kissing them over and over and over again, quick little kisses that lasted seconds but still meant worlds to the both of them, that were still caring and inviting and loving even if they were brief. It worked better that way, Drew decided, especially when Remy evidently grew bored of just kissing his lips and moved on to covering the rest of his face with kisses instead.
“I’m starting to think I really am a jerk for not confessing anything sooner,” Remy said when they had, apparently, deemed Drew’s face properly kissed, now pulled back so that they could look Drew in the eyes as they grinned lopsidedly. “I’ve been severely neglecting giving you- and Patton- all the kisses you two deserve.”
“Not that that ever stopped you when we were friends,” Patton pointed out, leaning against Remy’s side and reaching out to hold one of Drew’s hands as well.
“That’s because even then I knew I was making a mistake,” Remy said, happily taking advantage of the fact that Patton was once more close to them to kiss their forehead.
“I just can’t believe the people who locked us up had it right,” Drew said, squeezing Patton’s hand as the hand he had been using to cup Remy’s cheek moved to hold one of Remy’s hands. “We really have been horribly oblivious, huh?”
Remy laughed. “I’d say that’s pretty accurate, yeah,” they agreed before smiling mischievously. “We’re not going to let them know that though, right?”
“Oh, goodness, of course not,” Drew responded. “Otherwise they might start thinking locking people up will always work, or, even worse, they might get an ego boost.”
“I think Roman will explode if that happens- his ego’s already big enough as is,” Patton added. Drew’s and Remy’s attention immediately turned to them, both looking shocked, to which Patton defended, “What? I can be petty towards our friends too!”
Drew chuckled as he quickly kissed Patton’s cheek. “That you can, dearheart, that you can.”
“It’s not like you’re wrong either,” Remy pointed out. “Really, letting Roman know this planned work might kill him. We’re just going to have to pretend it didn’t, for his sake.”
Patton and Drew both nodded as solemnly as they could given the circumstances. “I vote that we tell them this experience has really brought us closer together in our friendship instead,” Drew offered. “That way we can still be horribly obnoxious-” Drew paused to peck quick kisses to each of his partners’ noses to prove his point before continuing “-and also keep Roman and his ego safe.”
“A perfect plan,” Patton agreed. “Though… what do we do if they catch us calling each other partners?”
“We tell them how we decided we really felt like ‘friends’ no longer properly described how close our friendship was, so we decided to start using partners,” Remy answered immediately with a grin. “Really, we can turn anything into just another extent of our ‘friendship’ is we try hard enough. The real question is for how long do we do that? When do we give them their satisfaction?”
Drew hummed in thought for a moment before he said, a wicked smile racing his face as he spoke, “I’d say we’ll have to wait them out at least until we get married. We can tell them it’s for tax benefits.”
“We’re going to get married?!” Patton exclaimed, eyes shining at the thought.
“Well, I mean-” Drew floundered for a moment, clearly having gotten so caught up in how to best taunt their friends that he hadn’t even considered the implications of what he had said “-we’ve only just got together, but- if this lasts and we don’t regret anything, well-”
“We’re going to get married!” Patton repeated, this time with no question in their tone, tugging Drew closer to themself and pulling Remy closer as well so that they were all squished against each other. “We’re going to get married and we’re going to move out and find a better apartment with one huge bed- oh, or we could get a house with one big bed, and we’re going to adopt a dog- no, two dogs- no, ten dogs!- and-”
Drew gently stopped Patton’s rant by kissing them until they were breathless, resting his forehead against theirs when he finished. “And we’ll drive our friends absolutely insane with what a lovely life we’ll be living,” he added softly.
Remy moved to press their forehead against both of their partners’. “And we’ll be in love forever,” they added, which was an extraordinarily cheesy thing to say, but in the moment, it also felt like the right thing to say.
In fact, pressed against the two most important people in the world to them, still feeling giddy at everything that had happened in the span of barely fifteen minutes, Remy felt as if, for the first time in a long time, absolutely everything was just as it should be.
They were looking forward to getting used to that feeling.
#mosleepceit#ts patton#ts janus#ts remy#ts sleep#ts roman#ts virgil#emile picani#ts logan mentioned#the cryptid speaks#fanfic#fanfiction#ts sides#sanders sides#dani#argo#this fic is a huge mess but hopefully it's a decent one sbdfcsdjf
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hello! do you have any long, slow-burn fics to recommend? thank youuuu 💜
Dear anon, thanks for the request. I love long, slow-burn fics, so this is right up my alley. Some of these are on my favourite cherik fic list (which I am working on at the moment). I hope you enjoy these!
Slow-burn Cherik Fic Recs
Dark Embrace – blackwingsinthecold
Summary: Mutants are rare and far between. Enough so that much of humanity believes they don’t exist, despite numerous reports throughout the centuries. All that is about to change.
Charles Xavier used to be a criminal psychologist for the FBI and now he’s changed his career path to detective. Thanks to him, the crime rate in New York City has dropped over thirty percent. In large part due to Charles’s telepathic abilities that only a handful of people at the bureau know about.
Everything seems to spiral when a mysterious assassin touches down in the city and Charles can’t get a read on him like everyone else. At the same time, the loft next to Charles’s finally gets a new occupant after two years that provides a certain level of…distraction.
The boy with the heart on his sleeve – euphorbic
Summary: Charles loses a high-stakes bet to Raven and is required to get a tattoo. However, when he makes a disparaging remark about the art form, Raven’s acerbic mentor, Erik, steps in.
Or, the one where Erik and Raven are tattoo artists.
Anarchy in the U.K. – Yahtzee
Summary: “Good God, Erik thought. The Prince of Wales is gay.”
Charles lives in the unceasing glare of the public spotlight, yet keeps his sexual orientation a closely held secret, afraid he could lose his throne and force his deeply troubled younger sister into a role that would crush her. Erik, journalist and world traveler, has been a loner most of his life; he has little patience for closet cases. But a chance meeting in Kenya brings these two opposites together and sets in motion a love affair that will challenge the British monarchy – and their most deeply held beliefs about who they are, and who they should be.
The Marriage Bargain – kianspo
Summary: Erik Lehnsherr had made a fortune manufacturing steel in Europe. When he wished to expand to the New World, he discovered that no one would do business with him unless he was affiliated with one of the First Families, the creme de la creme of the NW aristocracy. When Lord Marko holds an auction to give away his 14-year-old stepson’s hand in marriage, Erik sees his chance and takes it. He has no interest in Charles himself, but now that he has him, can they make it work?
Comment: This story is amazing but is still a WIP as far as I know. Please don’t let that discourage you from reading because it’s amazing.
Sink or Swim – endingthemes
Summary: Erik is a struggling single dad of three kids with a burning hatred for Sebastian Shaw, the man who wronged him years ago. He’s tried to move on with his life, but a run-in with Shaw’s rude, spoiled omega, Charles, drags up old anger.
When Charles ends up in the hospital after an accident, Erik goes to confront him only to find that Charles has amnesia. In the confusion, Charles mistakenly assumes that Erik is his mate.
Erik knows he should clear up the misunderstanding, but how can he pass up this perfect chance for a little revenge?
(An Overboard AU)
White Nights – spicedpiano, tahariel
Summary: Duke Erik Lehnsherr of Ironhold needs an omega to carry on his line, and Earl Charles Xavier of Westchester needs an alpha to give him the political leverage he needs in order to make his sister Queen. An arranged marriage brings them together, but Erik’s lust for war and Charles’ hidden agenda threaten to tear them apart. In the frozen Northlands of Ironhold life is hard and cold, and both Charles and Erik must give up their pretense and see each other as they really are: perfect for each other, if only they’ll acknowledge it.
All the Rest is Rust and Stardust – spicedpiano, tahariel
Summary: Charles Xavier is the world’s preeminent mutant psychologist, called in to consult for the CIA when a raid on a Hellfire Club safehouse discovers a severely abused teenager, Erik Lehnsherr. Taking Erik in soon leads Charles to struggle between his conflicting responsibilities as Erik’s guardian and psychologist, and his desire to give in to the dangerous dynamic that is developing between them.
Tuesday Plays the Piper – Sperare
Summary: In a world where the population is barely holding steady, those of either gender who are capable of bearing children are considered a prized commodity. In all places beyond Westchester, their rights are few–and, with Erik Lehnsherr poised to tear down the gates of the city, even that last haven is on the brink of destruction. But, for Charles Xavier, the consequences of conquest may prove to be more personal than political. No one quite knows why Erik is so set on capturing his old friend and partner in the war against Shaw: Charles is no bearer, and he’s disinclined to aid Erik in firmly establishing mutant supremacy once and for all.
Charles, however, is all too aware of Erik’s reasons. Erik knows things about him that no one else does–things which, if brought to light, would would mean surrendering far more than just a kingdom.
Ritual in Self-Torture – TurtleTotem
Summary: Shaw is King, Charles is his royal consort and Erik is a Knight/Lord. Shaw is sterile but his kingdom can’t find out, so he asks Erik to impregnate Charles.
He doesn’t know Erik and Charles are in love.
City by the sea – Black_Betty
Summary: It never bothered Charles that he essentially belonged to someone else from birth. Ever since he could remember he had been told stories about the mysterious prince who was his betrothed, and who one day would be called husband. As he grew older, Charles caught his thoughts drifting away from lessons under strict tutors, his mind slipping into the hazy daydream of his life yet to come…
These ties, how fast they break – ikeracity
Summary: When Brian Xavier died, he left behind his widow and three children: Emma, Charles, and Raven. But having only omega-heirs, Brian’s estate is entailed away to a distant relative, Kurt Marko and his son Cain. Emma was supposed to provide for them by marrying the very wealthy Erik Lernsherr, but two days after the engagement was announced, Emma elopes with her lover Sebastian Shaw. Left penniless and their family’s reputation in shambles, the suitors stop courting and society shuns them. Charles is forced to seek employment as a governess (or the omega equivalent) to support his sister and mother.
Surprisingly, the only one willing to hire Charles is actually Emma’s jilted fiancee, who recently gained custody of his deceased sister and brother-in-law’s daughter, Anya. Erik wants the best for his niece, and recalls Charles to be a clever and accomplished gentleman, though he by no means lets Charles forget that he’s there at his charity, and one wrong move and Charles will be out on the streets.
Charles bonds with Anya, eventually bonding with Erik and then feelings happen until the Markos arrive to claim their inheritance, when Cain falls deeply in lust with Charles. Despite Cain being boorish, crude, and having no respect for social mores, Charles accepts Cain’s proposal. Now he has to deal with jealous!Erik and the humiliation of a fiancee who loudly discusses the scent of his heat in public and privately threatens to fuck him ‘til he bleeds so he can’t even walk without remembering to whom Charles belongs.
Comments: I adore this fic so much. Unfortunately, it’s unfinished but this is an amazing read, especially if you’re looking for a proper slow-burn. Also, this one is on the kinkmeme at LiveJournal, and the format is annoying. Please don’t let that stop you from reading it though!
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Anon 1 said:
hii im looking for a certain fic where bucky age regresses. hes in college and only does it when his roommate, i think it was scott, isnt home. he hangs out with steve on a certain day every week but one day he forgets because he’s too stressed abt exams and wants to regress, so steve finds him in littlespace. thank you !!
Anon 2 said:
Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read a while back where Bucky tries to retire (I think in a house Tony let them use?) and makes a life for himself in the town and slowly convinces Steve to give up the fight and retire with him. I remember the fic included Steve’s sketches as he begins drawing again. Thanks so much!
prplflwr3 said:
I’m sorry I’m not very familiar with tumblr, but I really love your blog! I’m looking for a fic that spans from pre war - I think the chapter titles are rivers, and Bucky saves Steve from drowning in Brooklyn and he can’t recognise faces until he gets the serum?? Thank you!
arxiver87 said:
I need your help, I lost a fic. It was written pre Civil War. It had POV Bucky, straight off of CA:WS going back to a Hydra base because he was programmed to. His handlers show up and give him increasingly strange orders, all of which make him more human. It becomes evident that these strange handlers are actually the avengers. In the last scene Steve shows up, and Bucky no longer thinks of him as his mission, but recognizes him as Steve. Please help, I loved this one and want to read it again.
sadritsuka12 said:
Hi I have a question hope you help me a fanfiction about Steve trying to commit suicide and his mom stop him then later Bucky stop him. And is in 1940 I think..
Anon 3 said: (/others)
Hi! I’m looking for a very specific fic and I’m going crazy trying to find it. It shows snippets of their life pre-Captain America: TFA all the way to after Winter Soldier (I think?). The last scene is of Bucky visiting Steve (wearing a black glove over his metal hand) while a pregnant Sharon is in his apartment. Sharon leaves so the two can talk. As for the pre-TFA scenes, I remember Steve being really sick and Bucky kissing him on the forehead and talking about Myrna Loy. THANK YOU
Anon 4 said:
Hi! This is going be really embarrassing but I think I got this fic from here, and I can't find it but it was about pre-serum steve and bucky pretending not to know each other then proceed to have sex at bucky's work at the repair shop pre-war? I've checked the roleplay tag but it seems like it wasn't roleplay. Please please please help me find it again. :(
Anon sent in A Different Touch by GoldBlooded (restricted, oneshot | 2,442 | E)
Anon 5 said:
Can you help me find a fic where cap wakes up normally from being frozen but Bucky never becomes the winter soldier and instead gets defrosted when he is found in the tundra. I remember Steve telling everyone not to do the fake 1940s thing and Bucky trying to make good impressions on everyone when he first wakes up.
Anon 6 said: (rape/noncon)
Hey I'm looking for a fic where Steve goes to help out at a hostage situation, where kids are being held in the bathroom. To get the kids out, the criminals rape Steve. he goes home and bucky takes care of him. I remember Steve being pretty spooked and Bucky comforting him. There may have been a bath?
Anon sent in You can have my everything* by Builder (oneshot | 9,103 | M) *non-graphic rape/noncon
Anon 7 said: (possibly /others)
I've been trying to find this fic thru tags but I just don't have much luck: Bucky and Stever were exes, and Bucky escapes to an island cos he witnessed a crime and Steve owns the business in the island and Bucky is surprised how sexually liberal Steve is and Bucky thinks that's the crux of the problem in their relationship. Happy ending though. Thanks!
Anon 8 said:
I’m looking for a soulmates fic where each person is born with a mark in the shape of a hand. Bucky is born with one but Steve isn’t but it’s not until the end of the fic that Bucky notices a pale handprint shape on the back of Steve’s neck and touches it that he realizes they are really soul mates. I know that it’s not “I still feel for your touch/hand on my skin” and I checked the soulmates tag and couldn’t find it. Please help!
princessniitza sent in a mark, a mission, a brand, a scar by suzukiblu (complete | 4,671 | G)
mythkissed said:
this is so specific but i have no idea how to search for it, im looking for a fic that was posted a few years back & set post catws, the only scene i remember is steve read somewhere that gay men are more likely to part their hair to one side (right?) than the other so he purposely parts his hair the "straight" way and he tellsbucky to do the same (theyre not together at this point) tony is a character so i think they all lived in stark tower. thx for all your help!
Anon 9 said:
a while ago i read a fanfic where bucky and steve’s thing is buckle buckaroo instead of im with you until the end of the line do you know the name?
blueguacamole said:
Ok please please I need your help with a fic! I’ve been looking forever but basically it’s post-civil war and Steve, Sam, and Bucky are trying to hide from tony. Bucky is jealous of Steve and Sam’s friendship and tries to steal Steve’s attention away from him. This leads to them not getting along. But eventually they make up. Towards the end of the fic Tony finds out where they are and starts hunting them, Sam and Bucky go on the run, Bucky gets choked by Tony so bad he has a purple bruise and basically him and Sam are trying to get to an airport, where Steve is waiting so that they make it to wakanda. At some point Clint drives them, they get McDonald’s in a car towards the end. I’m sorry I know this is super specific but I’ve been looking for days now and I can’t find it. If anybody knows please tell me I loved this fic! ❤️
whyaretheycalledpancakes, miraishu and Anon sent in Trust Me by oatrevolution (complete | 73,303 | T)
Anon 10 said:
Hii, Thanks so much in advance if you do answer this. I'm looking for an au fic set in a society type setting ? Bucky had an arranged marriage to Steve who's family was really high up in society and he was really reluctant to marry him ? Other things i remember is that things like art and music were illegal but steve tried to pass a law to change that ? I'm sorry if thats too brief i don't remember all that much :/
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The Frying Pan Colon D, A Gay Pirate Story
Prologue
“So you’ll do it?”
It was dark in the tavern, loud with the conversation of patrons, and the tailor could barely make out the general shape or sound of the cloaked figure sitting across from him on the other side of the table. He hoped that he had the right person, or this would be an awkward conversation. This wasn’t exactly something he could discuss freely with just anyone. From what he could discern, the person across from him was relatively short, and quite relaxed, as their feet were laid upon the table as they leaned back in their chair. Nice boots though, he decided, as they were very close to his face.
“You want me to kidnap the princess huh? I ain’t stupid. and I’m assuming you have at least a few brain cells up there.” The figure leaned forward, their face under the shadow of their hood now illuminated by the candle light. They had soft features but a mischievous smirk, and dark, wavy hair covering half of their left eye. “So you’re gonna have to give me real good reason as to why I should do this.”
They leaned back in their chair again, kicking their feet back on top of the table while the tailor patted his jacket, searching for the sack of coins he had stashed away somewhere, and became curious as to who this person really was and how good their relationship to the owner of the tavern might be. She was known for being quiet yet powerful. enough to scare people from coming back, so he had to wonder how the cloak bearer had the confidence to dirty the table with their boots. Finding the pouch in a pocket, he let out a small sigh of relief and ceased his wondering. He slid it across the table, and it landed next to their ankle. The mysterious tavern-goer looked at the pouch questioningly, and then to the tailor.
“Money is great and all, but I’m gonna need more of a reason to risk me and my crew’s life,” they remarked, a serious look now on their face.
“A reason?” The tailor was told that this was the person who could get any job done while they were in town, through sometimes shady means. He hadn’t prepared mentally to tell a tale, however real it may be.
“I told you I ain’t stupid. Gimme a reason and I’ll consider it. Come on, you expect me to believe you have no motive for this. This ain’t a petty crime, this is kidnapping a member of the royal family.” Their arms were now crossed over their chest as they looked towards the ceiling, possibly in deliberation. “At least give me a name. I need to find you to give you my answer. I’ll need to talk to my crew first.”
“Nathaniel!” The talior yelled suddenly, not meaning to be as loud as he ended up being, catching the eyes of a few other tavern-goers. “Ah, my name, it’s Nathaniel,” he spoke lowly this time, embarrassed and looking away. His table-mate raised an eyebrow at him, but spoke nothing of the outburst.
“Alright Nate. Can you give me some epic angsty backstory about your relationship with the princess or will I just have to wait till tomorrow.” Nate blushed and stuttered, trying to defend his honor against these assumptive claims. “Oh chill out I was only joking. I figured you must know her if you’re set on having me kidnap her. Maybe more then just know her. I must say this is not what I expected of you.” The cloaked fiend laughed, eyeing “Nate”.
“It’s not what you’re thinking! It’s not like that at all!” he was flustered and had only now realized what the other person had just said. “Wait, tomorrow?”
“Like I said, need time to deliberate, and since you don’t seem eager to tell me why I should do this, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow for your answer.” They swung their legs down again, this time turning to lean against the rough, brick wall on their left.
Nothing was said for a few moments; until he findlay had the courage to speak up. “I love her.” Nathaniel whispered lowly, embarrassed again, blush severely worsened, though there was not a drink to be seen on their table. The dark haired mystery’s eyes widened, and they looked towards the boy, though he could very well be the same age.
“I’m sorry, I must have misheard you, because I thought you said you love-“
“I do! I-“ he paused again, taking a deep breath, “I love her very much.”
“So you want me to kidnap her?” They looked at him as if he had grown an extra head.
“You don’t understand-!”
“Then tell me, for the love of sunshine!” They interrupted this time, and Nathaniel looked frustrated, trying to plan out his words.
“She’s getting married.”
“Oh cheese and crackers-“
“To someone she doesn’t know or love! She’s getting married in five days and she’s going to ruin her own life. We’ve been friends since we were little and I just can’t stand by and watch the woman I love get married off to someone she’s never met! She was supposed to be with me!” Nathaniel was standing now, having pushed his chair back and he stood, clenching the sides of the table in his fists, and ignoring any looks from their judge-y fellow customers.
“Sit down,” the person sighed, and he did. They sat in silence for a while while they both thought, until they finally spoke up again. “Alright. Meet me here, same time tomorrow and I’ll have your answer.” The nameless identity got up from their seat and began to walk away from the table and further into the tavern.
“Wait!” Nathaniel called out, stopping the cloaked figure. They sighed and turned back around. Nathaniel could now get a better look at the person and noticed they were on their bigger side and notably shorter then he had assumed, at only about five feet and a few inches, with abnormally purple hair, the most stringing feature. “What’s your name? What do I call you?”
“People around here will usually call me Sting, so I would go with that.” They put their hands in their pockets with a shrug.
“Usually?”
“Well of course those who know me better will call me by my name but I can’t exactly go giving that out, now can I?”
“I suppose not.” Nathaniel was truly baffled. He hadn’t met many people in general so this was an experience.
“Exactly. Now I’ll fetch a rag to wipe off the mess I made on our table and I’ll be on my way.” Sting turned around again and walked towards the bar, gesturing back behind him to their forgotten table with boot markings on it. “Wouldn’t be very ‘groovy’ of me to just leave it now would it?” They chucked, and with that Nathaniel had decided he had had enough for one night, and went to leave the tavern.
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0. Prologue
1. Chapter 1
An: Ok well I never said I was a good author I just said I had an idea I wanted to write out. This is my first story I’ve posted on here so I’m kinda nervous about it but I guess we’ll see how it goes. Most of the characters are based off of my friends and the mc is just me, I didn’t even change the first name lol. This is self fulfillment alright. This chapter is just the prologue and is shorter then the next one will be.
Also disclaimer I know nothing about Pirates or anything really, so if something is just wrong let me know and I might fix it. It’s also just a stupid story I’m writing so...yeah. I am planning to do some actual research though, eventually. Anyways I hope whoever finds this enjoys it.
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13. What is your planning process?
My first reaction was to squint and go “Do I have a process?” which is probably an answer on its own lol!
It depends is the actual answer.
Like most writers I start a fic because of one scene or dialogue or description that I really, really, really wanted to write and then I have to figure out where it belongs.
I almost always start by just...writing. I used to be 100% stream of consciousness writer. I’d sit down at least once a day with a blank document and without ANY forethought or direction I’d start writing a fic. It was always as much fun for me as my readers to see where a story would go because I literally had no clue.
These days, as I’m putting THE THING down on the page my brain is shrieking ideas at me so I start slapping them down too, but I’ve got a better filter so not everything goes down. There’s a lot of [WHAT IS THIS THING PLS PLS FIGURE IT OUT] and [PAST OR PRESENT TENSE MF MAKE UP YO MIND] at this stage.
This is where I actually start planning. I’ve got a bunch of stuff down, a vague direction, and a lot of ideas so this is usually where I sit down to do some planning. Am I aiming to write a short fic or long fic, one shot or multi-chapter, where are we, how many characters, etc. I leave things pretty wide open, while sometimes it’s fun to challenge myself to meet very specific goals it’s usually frustrating to me so nothing is set in stone. Literally. Even when I’ve posted if someone leaves a comment that’s amazing or enough people liked it I’ll usually try to write more in that fic or another fic with those ideas.
How To Quit You is a great example of how my loosey goosey planning works. I don’t know if people realize but that fic was originally supposed to be ONLY that first chapter. I wrote it in an hour tops for 2019 glitra week and all I knew at that point was I wanted to do a western with some romance tropes to it (hence the exes who still love each other thing).
Once I realized how many people seemed to love it and wanted to see more I sat down and planned it out. I first decided how I wanted to write the story (hence going back in time ~15 years) and then I created chapter titles and had vague descriptions for them. Once it was all down I went through it again and made adjustments, then created a timeline (Micah died in 1868, they meet in 1870, Catra works BMR rails 1870-1880 min, etc etc). And that’s it.
I made an outline and used it as my idea bouncing ground and map and huge parts of it have changed as we’ve gone along. Catra was going to become a drunkard out in [REDACTED] after the timeline met up with chapter one. I scrapped that because it didn’t fit with other details and changes I’d made. I re-wrote the chapter and now I gotta scrap that and re-write it again do to reasons that would spoilers.
Let’s Try This Again is another hilarious example, because chapters 1-6 were meticulously planned and I charted out a whole story around them that I was going to stick to damn it all! And then Palpatine hip checked me and changed the course of the story. I still included a lot from my original VERY detailed outline, but some chapters were nixed completely and others added in too sooooo...
I’m not a true pantser because I do some planning, but I’m not a planner because I leave huge chucks practically up to the whims of fate. I’m a plantser.
16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?
Sometimes!
I think some of my best works are from prompts (WHICH ARE ALWAYS OPEN, HINT HINT, NUDGE NUDGE, KNOW WHAT I MEAN KNOW WHAT I MEAN) specifically.
I rarely use sentence starters but I think I’ve done okay when I did.
But fandom headcanons? Oh hell yeah baby now we’re talking!
Can Anakin cook but Padme can’t? Hell yeah!
Togruta have some cat like features so Ahsoka is obligate carnivore and color blind? WOOOOOOOO BOYYYYYYYYYYYY!
"This is not because I like you.” is 100% something that everyone in the Horde says when trying to cover their asses, Catra’s just a useless lesbian and has to use it A Lot More Than Most. Awwwwww yeah, that’s the good stuff!
Glimmer and Catra talk to one another but only have serious conversations sitting back to back post canon. I DON’T MAKE THE RULES!
Like, god, fandom headcanon is practically what my fics live on lol! I’m not great at writing things in canon or sticking to canon, and people are amazing and smart so of course I’m going to steal their cool ideas and then mess with them until they’re my own.
18. What is your favorite writing prompt?
...I gotta be honest I have no clue lol. I’ve liked basically every prompt I’ve ever gotten (there’s literally only been 2 that I got and went “...oh.” and of those two I was able to bend the prompt into things I liked a lot! One of them is actually posted and people like it, and then other is currently sitting in the naughty prompt corner for crimes of FIGHTING ME TO A STANDSTILL every time I write a few sentences for it, but I do actually like it now lol).
I think my favorite style of prompt are ones that are open for some interpretation. You know that joke about you know a writer based on how they respond to a one word prompt like “fall” or “cold” or even “love”? I love that kind of stuff! Heck, even things with a more narrow focus are fun to play with. For one of my prompt fics I was able to flip the script and have the character everyone expects the unrequited pining from to instead be the unattainable beloved instead.
*Marge potato meme* I just think they’re neat!
43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?
None, because I am very loud about what I enjoy and refuse to have things I enjoy ripped away by strangers on the interwebs.
Okay, more seriously, as far as things that others might think are guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?
I love a good “morons to repressed idiots to lovers” slow burn. Yes, yesssss, let them be absolute fools and make MASSIVE mistakes that they have no reason to make. There was a miscommunication? Delightful! Oh look, they’re both flirting with one another but think the other one is just joking around with them. I WILL TAKE ANOTHER 200K OF THEM SUFFERING THANK YOU!
I love AUs man, every time I see someone who really hates coffee shop AUs or highschool AUs or modern AUs I end up getting grumpy and I go find some of those AUs to read because I love them. The AUs I love the most change fandom to fandom. Not a huge fan of modern AU for star wars, but an absolute slut for them in She Ra. Palpatine chokes on a bagel and I live, but if that happened to Horde Prime I’d be pissed. *shrug* I just know that some people really don’t like or even outright hate AUs, and I do not understand them at all. Like, good for them and I hope they find the fics they do enjoy! But also, why???????
I think my “cringiest” one is that I actually really like A/B/O as long as they flip the script somehow or delve into how something like that would actually effect the world it exists in. Is sex in public a common and acceptable thing b/c they can’t control themselves? Do jobs and schools give people time off for heats and ruts? Is it considered antiquated and anyone who struggles with their biology is considered lazy or stupid? Do celebrities sometimes get in trouble with fans or even lose their jobs/prestige after showing off their new mating mark? GIVE ME THE WORLD BUILDING I WANT TO KNOW! But if it’s a really boring traditional A/B/O...like, what’s the point there?
Please don’t misunderstand me here. These three examples are all things that are WILDLY stupid in their own rights, and I love them dearly both because of and regardless of that!
50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?
It’s All Fun and Games Until...Stop! Stop! We’re Already Gay!
AKA the one where they all go to Mystacor to relax in the steam grotto and have to deal with seeing one another in tight fitting and wet underwear. The thirst is high.
“So…” Bow started conversationally as Sea Hawk put the finishing touches on Bow’s freshly painted nails. “How doomed are they? Are we making bets?”
Mermista and Sea Hawk made significant eye contact before looking at him pitifully.
“What?” Bow asked, starting to sweat nervously. “What!?”
“Nothing, just-” Sea Hawk didn’t even get to finish.
“You need to get your girlfriend to get her girlfriends under control, and like, I knooooow that’s a tall order or whatever. But uuuuuuuuugggggghhh, we are going to die.”
“Girlfriend!?” Bow’s voice cracked painfully. “Ha! A-ha! Ha! W-who? I don’t, I don’t have a girlfriend, what are you even talking about?”
“Uuuuuggggggghh!”
“There, there my dear. We have survived worse.”
#ask game#writer game#fanfiction game#fanfic ask game#wip#tropes#planning process#how do write?#guilty pleasures#thanks for playing! :D#venn364
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i’ve been kinda in a rut deciding what johnlock fanfics to read, so i came up with a challenge for myself to read as many “A Study In ____” fanfics as possible. do you have any good suggestions?
Hi Lovely!
Ahh, what a fun request and a super easy list for me to curate!! Hee hee! Here’s what I have in my bookmarks AND in my MFL list! As usual, if any of my lovelies have any of their own “A Study in” fics to suggest, please add them below!!
A STUDY IN FANFICS
Peacock by ClassyGirlsWearPearls (T, 1,189 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Cranky Sherlock, Soft John, Hand Holding, Soft Sherlock) – A study in Sherlock and John.
Study in John by chappysmom (K+, 2,158 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiP, POV John, Introspection, Friendship, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, John’s Limp) – After the events of "A Study in Pink," John lies on the couch in Baker Street and thinks about the whirlwind events of the day. What is he getting himself into?
A Study in Lace by KarlyAnne (E, 2,320 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Crafty Sherlock, Tiny Lace Panties / Lingerie, Domestics, Experiments, Oral, Masturbation) – “Why do you suppose he was doing that?” “Why do I suppose who was doing what?” “The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?" Part 1 of The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes
Study in Sherlock by chappysmom (K+, 3,790 w., 1 Ch. || ASiP, Friendship, Introspection, Anxious Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock) – Sherlock's thoughts and feelings during A Study in Pink. What DID he think of John, and why was he being so NICE?
Study in Mycroft by chappysmom (K+, 4,929 w., 1 Ch. || Character Study, Big Brother Mycroft, Mycroft POV, Nosy Mycroft, Holmes Brothers) – A look at Mycroft's thoughts and actions during a Study in Pink.
A Study in Intimacy by doodle (T, 5,183 w., 1 Ch. || WEBARCHIVE LINK || PODFIC AVAILABLE || First Kiss, Virginity, Romance, Touching) – People don't touch Sherlock Holmes, not like they touch other people. Then he meets John Watson.
A Study in Linguistics by rizandace (T, 12,425 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Canon Compliant/S2 Divergence, Friendship, Slices of Life, Communication, Cranky Sherlock, Hospitals, Sherlock Whump, Pet Cat, Jealous John, Sherlock’s Violin, Anxious Sherlock, John Whump) – Sherlock Holmes and John Watson had their own language. It was a language of few words and minute facial expressions, and John had learned that it was nearly the only way to have an honest conversation with his eccentric flat mate.
A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,689 w., 8 Ch. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Beach Holidays, Confused Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX
A Study Of Living With Sherlock Holmes by AllesandraQuartermaine (T, 50,234 w., 22 Ch. || Post-ASiP/Pre-TAB, Domestics, Friendship, POV John) – Learn about what happened between John and Sherlock January 31st and March 22. From John's pov on how to survive and learn to live with one eccentric mad genius known as Sherlock Holmes.
A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w., 11 Ch. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis
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A Study in Pink Pyjamas by alexxphoenix42 (M, 1,628 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Est. Rel., Pink Pyjamas, Fluff, Cross-Dressing) – Sherlock hasn't been a fan of either Christmas or fancy pyjamas for a number of years, but John has a way of changing his mind about things.
A Study in Night Terrors by Dovahlock221 (T, 2,811 w., 1 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Night Terrors, (Emotional) Hurt/Comfort, PTSD Sherlock, Worried John, Hurt John, Angst with Happy Ending) – Five times Sherlock suffered from night terrors and the one time he had the best dream of his life.
A Study in Beard by Loveismyrevolution (T, 3,810 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff and Humour, Experiments, Beards, Idiots in Love, Quarantine) – Sherlock has to face the consequences of using up all of their shaving foam. Which turns out to be more fun than expected. Boys being boys, nothing can go without a challenge. Although, being isolated presents a problem. How will they determine the winner? Part 2 of the Hairy Situations at 221B series
A Study in Sensuality (or, That Johnlock Gif Story) by MojoFlower (E, 4,693 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock || Porn Gifs, PWP, Pole Dancer Sherlock, Student Sherlock, Student John, Photography, Sensuality, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Rimming, Fingering, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Felching, Unsafe Sex) – When John signs up to partner with Sherlock Holmes in photography class, he never guesses it will end up with him balls-deep in his study partner's arse. Easy A?
A Study in Dichotomy by UrbanHymnal (E, 7,439 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Misunderstandings, Fluff and Humour) – John wants his brilliance and his stupidity; his knowledge of 243 types of ash and his inability to name all the planets in the solar system; his perfectly pressed suits and his wrinkled t-shirts carelessly tossed on inside out. John wants to kiss Sherlock when he is still waking to the world, to press against him when he is still warm from sleep. He wants to grab Sherlock by the scarf and haul him close so he can bury his nose in the sweat that has collected at the base of Sherlock's neck, under his arms, in between his legs.
A Study in Asexuality by ladyxdarcy (M, 8,082 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Acephobia, Mentions of Rape/Corrective Rape Therapy, Past Suicidal Ideation, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Overdose, Past Mary/John, Emotional Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Vulnerable Sherlock, Est. Rel., Angst with Happy Ending, Fluff) – When Sherlock, asexual to his core, fears that John may grow bored of a sexless life, he decides to do whatever it takes to make John happy so he stays. Good thing John is already happy.
A Study in Anorexia by madeleinefs (NR, 11,415 +w., 16 Ch. || WIP || Eating Disorders, Anorexia, Bulimia, Starvation, Mental Health Issues, Hospitalization, Sherlock Being Sherlock, Doctor John, Self Harm, Depression, Angst, Hurt Sherlock) – A realistic approach as to what Sherlock would look like suffering from an eating disorder. This will not be a Johnlock, or some sort of sick-and-then-love-heals-all story, because that isn't realistic. I want this to be realistic, and true to the characters, as well as true to the nature of the disease.
A Study in Sex Series by Castiel_For_King (E, 19,939 w. across 4 works || Virgin Sherlock, Bottomlock, Sensitive Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Porn with Plot / Feelings, Praise Kink, Gentle John, Naïve Sherlock, Sexual Exploration, Anal, Frottage, Tender Sex) – Sherlock is new to sex and John is the first person he's ever wanted to touch and be touched by. But wanting it doesn't seem to magically wash away his apprehension like he'd hoped. Luckily, it's John and John is wonderful and kind and patient and maybe has a bit of a thing for teaching Sherlock all about physical intimacy.
The Art Of Seduction: A Study In Pulling by flawedamythyst (M, 25,279 w., 1 Ch. || AU) – Sherlock ran a website called The Science Of Seduction, on which he gave advice on the best ways to get laid, wrote blog entries detailing the results of his various sexual 'experiments' and generally contributed to the stereotype of 'every gay man is a sex-mad playboy'. John avoided the thing like the plague. AU in which Sherlock treats sex like he does crime in canon. Inspired by Queer As Folk UK, but it very quickly went its own way. Part 1 of The Art Of Seduction
A Study in Slavery by sweetinsane (M, 88,538+ w., 12/? Ch. || WIP || Dark / Slavery AU || ASiP, Angst, Domestic Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Slow Build, Dehumanization, Sexual Slavery, Child Abuse, Master/Slave Dynamics, Dark Content) – John has never owned a slave of his own, but after returning from Afghanistan is awarded one with his pension. A disobedient male slave with way too much troubling history, however, is not what he would have chosen himself.
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Dancing in the Devil’s Playground.
This is my Life, By Michael Drysdale
An Introduction to Dancing in The Devil’s Playground.
Some of you may know that I have been trying to write my life story for some time now, that I started in 2008, and then just left it hiding on my desktop, I don’t know if I’ll ever finish telling it, even though I have to tell my story, as ugly as it may be.
Some of you may have read some of the extracts from my life over the past two years, in pieces which I have written such as: -
Only a Boy
Once Was A Soldier
A Little Case of Murder and The Men of the number
The Crime Of Silence
Living with AIDS, My journey Through Hell,
Cholera In The Heart of An Epidemic
The Child Of My Heart
The Lessons of Men
The Sins Of The Fathers
Rags to Frocks - The World of Fashion
On a mission of Faith
My Life For a Horse
Predators
Etc.
I kept so much of it hidden for so many years, it became a ‘Bond of Silence’ between Rosie (my sister) and I, something we never spoke of among ourselves or dared to speak of to the world, in so many of the incidents, Rosie was always there to help me pick up the pieces, never questioning, never criticizing, just quietly giving me the strength of her love and her understanding.
The past eleven years were a rollercoaster ride through the Devil’s Playground, first with my losing the child of my heart, and then two years later having to lose my sister, my best friend, my soul-mate and my protector, Rosie to cancer, Two years after that it was a little case of murder, that finally brought all my walls of safety crashing to the ground, and two years later with Shaun’s incarceration, when I started a journey of terror by the infamous “Numbers Gang”, which led to my being attacked in my home by two of the gang in a murder attempt, and then the terror on the streets as I was harassed and robbed on an ongoing basis, to end with my being gang raped by “the Numbers Gang” on the 31st of October 2015, and then the floodgates opened and years and years of silence came crashing to the fore.
I know that most will not accept my story, but in trying to write it, I have had to open some of the most painful and disturbing parts of my life to my own scrutiny, and dredging up memories that flash with startling clarity and all the physical and emotional pain as when they occurred, makes it hard for me to accept, I sleep even less at night, now that I have opened the doors to my past.
The thing which has shocked me the most in dredging through these memories is my memory of the actions and the reactions of not only the participants but also those who were involved on the periphery. I did not sleep at all last night, I just cried, because I realised the ultimate truth, “Nobody Cares” and “Nobody wants to get involved”.
Oh yes, some will say ‘Oh, I’m so sorry’, others will comment, “Get over it, and move on”, but, nobody will do anything especially those who are in a position to do something, and last night I realised that I have spent more than fifty years “as a broken doll’ and I will spend the rest of my life “as a broken doll” because there is no hope of ever fixing me while the abuse continues, and it does continue because I am trapped in a never ending cycle of abuse, the latest incident having occurred as little as 11 days ago, and the people who were in a position to help, simply ignored my cry for help the following morning.
Writing the story of my life is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, because in doing so I realise that even though there have been a very few friends on the side-lines, I’ve had to endure and walk through life in a pair of shoes that were not made for me, and that I have had to do it alone, because there is no man who is strong enough to have endured what I have endured and continue to endure to this very day.
I quote an example (of just how people choose to look the other way) here from the chapter on my early childhood: -
The following year I started school for the first time and went to grade one, and it was in the first few months that I realised for the second time, that nobody cares and nobody would save me.
Sitting in the class one day the teacher was moving around and looking at the work that we were doing, and when she got to me, she leaned down and patted me on the back, I had no choice, I screamed, you see, daddy had given me a particularly vicious beating the night before. The teacher took my hand and led me into the class’s store room, where she asked me to take off my shirt, I heard her “Oh my God!” as my shirt came off, she asked me to take off my school shorts as well, and then immediately helped me to get dressed again, and led me back to my seat, she said not a word, and went on with teaching us until the bell rang for home time. This teacher totally ignored me for the next two years, she never looked at me, never spoke a word to me, never touched me, and she simply ignored me as though I never existed, until I was finally moved to a higher class and out of her sphere of teaching.
Memories are like an ear-splitting crash which shatters and startles leaving me a little disoriented, the memories come like a bolt of lightning followed by an immense crash of thunder. They come like a Highveld thunder storm ripping across the Eden that is Africa,
Memories......... of violence and fear, that leave me once again drenched in nightmares that had ceased so long ago.
Dancing in the Devil’s Playground.
This is my Life, By Michael Drysdale
Forward/Preface
This world that we live in is the playground of the devil, I have no choice this is where I am, I am Dancing in the Devil’s playground, the music of life starts at birth, and the song only ends with the last breath that you take. The only choice you have in life is whether to dance or to listen, I have no choice but to dance and to keep on dancing, for if I sit it out for one minute then the children of the devil make their move, and I never know what evil they may perpetrate, so I just have to keep on dancing.
I try so hard to keep dancing the waltz of life with God, but, before I know it the devil has stepped in with his tango of death, and the battle to escape his clutches begins again, at times I beg for the music to end so that I can find peace for my soul, I have even on many occasions tried to stop the music just so that I can rest a minute or two, but the music just keeps playing, in this, the devil’s playground.
This is also a story of the tremendous struggle that I have with my faith, my see-saw relationship with my God, who will not let me go, and who has carried me through some of the darkest days of my life, when all of man turned their backs on me, it is the story of my struggle to survive life as a gay man, and dealing with the hand of cards which was dealt for me..
Throughout my life I have had so many who carelessly throw advice my way, people who make judgement on me without ever having walked a single step in my shoes, and I wonder, were they ever to step in my shoes would they ever complete the dance through the Devils’ Playground? Many of those who read my story, will jump up in judgement and condemnation of me, they will criticise me and my life and they will try to destroy the little that remains of me, of this I am sure, but, I accept it as part and parcel of revealing my dance through the playground of the devil.
I have changed some of the incidents, names and places, in the hopes of protecting the privacy of innocent individuals who were involved.
Chapter One - Only a Boy
I can smell it, it’s always with me, something’s dead in the house and the smell of rotting flesh permeates everything. When I first smelt deaths ugly odor, I searched every-where, and any-place where death could possibly have occurred at my own hand. As much as I have searched, there was never a decaying corpse. Still, as much as being enveloped by this ungodly tormentor I could also taste it. No matter what I do, still putrefaction stalks me. Gradually, like a dormant canker it has dawned on me, this all-embracing, consuming smell of death comes from my own mouth, it comes from my soul. Death is waiting, lurking on the threshold, waiting to take me, as it has so patiently for so many years and no matter how much I avoid it, it stalks me still, for death is one of the pitfalls of the devil’s playground.
I’m in my waning years, poverty and disease have aged me beyond my mark, the air hangs thick as a Basotho blanket around my shoulders, my life is an African heat, thick and cloying in its humidity, dry and cutting in its cold.At times, my life has been an African storm where you can smell the sweet wet dust of Africa, the rain in the air, a storm that brews its violence with the first large drops of rain that lift the dust to tantalise your nostrils. One of those violent all consuming African storms, that rent the air and leave nothing unscathed. A typical Highveld storm, with glaring flashes of lightning and deafening, ear splitting thunder, and hot, heavy rain, pelting down for an hour or two, and then gone as suddenly as it had come. Nothing is left untouched, every blade of grass, every branch, and all living things are soaked and when it’s all over, it’s as though the earth has emerged anew, washed clean of its sins, until the next one comes. And after the storm is always calm and a peace, just waiting to be disturbed, just waiting for the heavens to reach boiling point..
Mine is a life lived in a twilight world, with my own mistakes the only light to guide my way, and mistakes, yes I have made them by the dozen, I am no-longer an innocent, and as I’ve progressed through life the mistakes have mounted, I’ve tried so hard not to repeat them, but, I also realise that I am only a man, an imperfect man at that, a man struggling with not only the normal issues that every other man struggles with, but I struggle with so many others, and this is the tale of my struggles, of my failures and my triumphs, of my coming to terms with having to face my abusers in the aftermath of the cruelty that has been visited upon me, and yes throughout my life I have had to face my abusers continually and pretend that nothing ever happened, I have become an expert at wearing a mask.
I remember my childhood in flashes as clear as a photograph, I remember a little boy, a small boy who was always lost and alone, something like this old man who sits in this barren, soulless house so empty of love, tranquillity and affection.
I remember a little boy who’s aim it was to find some meaning to life, . . . . . . . a little boy who has become an old man still searching.
‘n Kind se Gebed
“Liewe Jesus vat asseblief vir papa se seer,
Liewe Jesus steek dit weg waar papa dit nie kan kry nie,
Want as ek dit weg steek en pappa kry dit,Dan slaan papa my eers seer.”
“Liewe Jesus, hoekom slaan papa my so seer?
Liewe Jesus, sê asseblief vir papa,Dat hy my nie meer mag slaan nie.”
“Liewe Jesus, sê asseblief vir papa,Dat hy vir my moet lief wees,
Want Liewe Jesus, ek is lief vir papa,Maar ek is ook baie bang vir papa.”
“Asseblief Liewe Jesus,Ek vra mooi Liewe Jesus.”
En nou na meer as vyftig jaar wonder die kind nog steeds hoekom het Liewe Jesus nooit Pappa se seer gevat nie.
Does God not feel my Loneliness? Does God not see my tears? Does God not hear my crying?
I can remember as though it were yesterday, at the time I was probably three or four, and yet the images are as clear as though they had just happened.
The wind was howling, sweeping up the debris of small town life and swirling it across deserted streets, The sky a musty brown the dust which got into everything had stolen the perfect blue of the sky. The long grass in the vacant stand across the street was leaning towards me bowing in submission to the wind. My options were few as there was nowhere to play outside, and the dust got into your eyes and brought false tears. So inside I went, into the gloomy mining house, where my family lived.
The walls were painted a light olive green and the long passageway which dominated the house, was dark and forbidding, it was a silent house. Nobody made any noise, there were no childish screams and shouts, none of the laughter of children at play, just an empty silence. The safest place would be a world of childhood fantasy in my bedroom, a good place to seek shelter, a comforting place. Out came the dinky toy cars and plastic animals and soon I was lost in a world forbidden to adults, a secret world, a world where I was allowed to be a child.
Shattering the silence! I heard it, the sound of furniture toppling and crashing, glass breaking and my mother’s scream. In total fear, because I knew that I would be next, I crept down the passageway, halting beside the door to my parent’s room, that one place in the house revered and feared as a forbidden shrine. I could hear the muffled slap of flesh on flesh, stifled sobs, and as another ear splitting scream rent the silence, I stretched on tiptoe and reached up to the doorknob. Shaking with fear, my eyes peeked through the gap between door and frame, and I witnessed what no child should see. . . . . .
The big bed where my parents slept was awash with linen, the bedclothes strewn about. The Night lamp lay broken on the floor; my mother’s treasured pretty things lay scattered. My mother, stood naked, cowering against the ancient wardrobe, my father’s clenched fists rained down, blow after blow, on her obscenely exposed body. It was too much to bear for a little boy, and without closing the door I ran, with hot wetness trickling down my legs, I ran to the only safety I knew, and dived headlong under my bed. Gripped with fear and panic, my mind was in turmoil,
“Why was daddy hitting mommy?”
“Why didn’t mommy have any clothes on?”
“Why was the room all broken?”
“What did I do to make daddy hit mommy?”
“What’s going to happen to me?”“Is daddy coming to hit me next?”
It was too much for a little boy to understand, what I did know was that the only safety in daddy’s house, was to keep out of the way. It was why it was always so quiet, I couldn’t make daddy angry.
Daddy taught me well, daddy taught me about fear, something no little boy should ever learn.
I couldn’t remember how long it was that I remained under that bed. All I remembers was that when I emerged, driven by childish hunger and a desperate need for comfort and with a pounding heart, my little body wracked with the ever present trembling of fear I crept out of my room. The house and the world I knew were equally dark. No cooking smells, no busy sounds from the kitchen, there would be no supper tonight. Hungry, in need of comfort and reassurance, I crept to my bed, my safety, and lost myself in nightmares because daddy had gone to the pub.
Memories are like an ear-splitting crash which shatters and startles leaving me a little disoriented, the memories come like a bolt of lightning followed by an immense crash of thunder. They come like a Highveld thunder storm ripping across the Eden that is Africa, Memories......... of violence and fear, that leave me once again drenched in nightmares that had ceased so long ago.
My father worked on the mines as a fitter and turner, and the mine had a siren which could be heard all over town, which went off at the start of the work day and again at knock-off time, I dreaded that siren, and from the moment it went off I was immobilised with fear, because I knew that Daddy was coming home, the minute I heard the car stopping outside I’d pee my pants, somehow I just knew when it was going to be a bad day.
Rosie only a year older always tried to protect me, she would constantly try to think up new hiding places for me, under the bed, in the washing basket, in the Apricot tree, Rosie always tried to find a new hiding place, but, daddy always found me, and then the nightmare would start.
He’d grab me silently, and with so much violence, drag me to my bedroom, strip me naked and then the beatings would begin. Daddy had a wooden plank I guess it was about eighteen inches long, and it had a thick leather strap which was probably a little longer nailed to the end of it, and depending on daddy’s mood or how much he’d had to drink, sometimes it would be a beating with only the plank, other times it would be the full swing of the strap at the end of the plank, and the more I screamed the harder daddy swung. It was always only across my back and my buttocks, never my arms or legs, I was always just simply black and blue and in agony, it was only years later that I finally realised that if I kept quiet during the beatings, they were less harsh.
The strangest thing of all was that I adored my father, I loved him and so badly wanted him to love me back, but, it never happened, and he never touched my sisters or my half brother who was to come later, they never felt the swing of his fists, the slap of the strap or the crack of the plank, they just witnessed in silence. It was always me, naked across the bed, while the blows rained down and the same litany of curses spewed from my father’s mouth:-
“Useless, a waste, you’ll never amount to anything, you’re rubbish, good for nothing,”
“I don’t know where you come from; you should never have been born!”
It was inevitable, but, eventually my mother and father got divorced, we three children moved with my father to my grandmother’s house, while my mother and the new man in her life sorted themselves out, yes, my mother had been doing a little of the hanky panky on the side. We’d only been with Granny for a short while when my father came home one day and sat the three of us down in the kitchen. He told us that my mother had gotten married and had a new house, and did we want to go and live with her, my sisters immediately said yes, and my father replied.
“Well that’s it then, you girls will go to your mother and Michael stays here,she doesn’t want him!”
My sisters moved out and I stayed behind, it was a little easier living at Granny’s house, the beatings were less frequent, and Granny knew what was going on, but, Granny kept quiet, and when daddy wasn’t around, granny lavished me with attention, and told me that I had no choice that I just had to “Suck it up!”It was the first time that I realised that nobody would ever save me.
The following year I started school for the first time and went to grade one, and it was in the first few months that I realised for the second time, that nobody cares and nobody would save me.
Sitting in the class one day the teacher was moving around and looking at the work that we were doing, and when she got to me, she leaned down and patted me on the back, I had no choice, I screamed, you see, daddy had given me a particularly vicious beating the night before. The teacher took my hand and led me into the class’s store room, where she asked me to take off my shirt, I heard her
“Oh my God!”
as my shirt came off, she asked me to take off my school shorts as well, and then immediately helped me to get dressed again, and led me back to my seat, she said not a word, and went on with teaching us until the bell rang for home time. This teacher totally ignored me for the next two years, she never looked at me, never spoke a word to me, never touched me, and she simply ignored me as though I never existed, until I was finally moved to a higher class and out of her sphere of teaching.
I was often shunted backwards and forwards between my father and my mother, spending a few months with one, and then again with the other, it was never settled, I became an introvert, my only friend the budgie which Granny had bought for me, it talked the hind leg off a donkey, and refused to be separated from me (Granny had bought the budgie for me as a result of the trauma I suffered every time Granny needed one of the chickens to be slaughtered for the pot, and as it was my job to feed and look after the chickens, they always ended up becoming my playmates and hence the trauma when it came time for a killing).
Even though there were constant periods of separation between us, Rosie was still my friend, my soul mate, my companion and my protector; she was always looking out for me, and even secretly got me a Barbie doll, so that we could play together, until the day that daddy found the Barbie, and then I suffered one of the worst beatings of my childhood.
On one of my early moves back to my mother’s house, it was the year before I was to start school, on a bitterly cold night, my mother took me out to the middle of the street, told me to leave, because she had no place in her home for me, she turned around, went back into the yard, closed the gate and padlocked it, then walked back into the house and slammed the door, I was terrified, I was only six years old. There was a block of apartments across the road from my mother’s house I first went in to their parking garage and hid behind some cars, but, the terror was just too much.
I then walked to the mine sports grounds which were always lit up with flood-lights, and climbed to the top of the bleachers (Grandstand) overlooking the rugby field. I crawled under one of the seats, and lay there for the night, because from where I was, I could at least see if anyone came along. It was a very long night filled with unimaginable fears.
The following morning tired from lack of sleep and desperately hungry I walked back into town, and as I passed a boarding house, an old woman came out, she had been watching me, and asked me if I wanted a cold drink, I said yes, and she took me inside, and gave me a glass of milk while she made some crumpets and gave them to me with jam, all the while talking to me, I eventually fell asleep at the kitchen table only to be woken some time later with my mother shouting at me that I was embarrassing her in front of strangers, I was then dragged back to my mother’s house where I got a terrible beating from my step-father. This scenario with my constantly being thrown back and forth between my mother and father just continued it never stopped, if not the one, then the other would constantly tell me that I was use-less, good for nothing and should never have been born.
I lived a terribly solitary life, I didn’t have birthday parties like other children, I didn’t have friends from the neighbourhood and when I eventually began to go to school, I was the weird boy that nobody wanted to be friends with, I was just a little boy when I first learned the meaning of true loneliness, of isolation and of playing the eternal game of solitaire. I remember so clearly the humiliation, but it was something that my little sister thrived on, my mother used to come and fetch my sisters from school each day, I had to take the bus back to my grandmother’s house, but when the final bell for the school day ended, and everyone poured out of the school gates to waiting parents I’d come out, and there would be my mother with my sisters, and my little sister would shout out, “Mommy, Daddy’s been beating Michael again!”, I don’t know how she knew sometimes, but she always did, And I would be called over to the car and there in front of everyone, I’d have to take off my shirt and pull down my pants so that my mother could see the stripes and the bruises, and all she’d say was “Oh! He’s at it again.”, and I’d have to walk off to the bus in all my humiliation.
You may wonder why I write almost nothing of my little sister, but, it is hard for me, because she was truly her daddies little girl in every way, and even at a young age she became the abuser that my father was, Rosie never ever referred to her by name, but always referred to her as “My Evil Sister!”, she truly was and even to this day, is pure evil. I will write more on her and the spiteful things which she did to me during my later years.
I was in my third year of school when my father came home from work one day, sat me down and told me that it was time that I toughened up, he told me that the only choice I had was in which sport I chose, otherwise I had no choice. He offered me boxing, or Judo, I was horrified, in boxing all I could see was a continuation of my father’s beating at the hands of some-one else. I had no choice so I told him that I would take up Judo. At the hall near the railway station where the Judo classes were given I became the favourite fight partner of every boy, they all knew that I had no fight in me, because my father had beaten it out of me at a very early age, and the other boys realised that against me they would always win, and I ended up being beaten to a pulp twice a week.
One Tuesday night, I was dropped outside the hall as usual by my father, with him going to the pub to wait for me, when the whole world came crashing down, in the first fight of the evening, one of the bigger boys partnered me, and being as skinny as I was, I was a very easy throw over his shoulder, and as my back hit the mat, I started screaming and didn’t stop, I just lay on that mat and screamed, you see, I had received a particularly vicious beating from my father the night before. In those days there were no cell phones, and my grandmother didn’t know where to get hold of my father, and when daddy eventually arrived I was a sobbing heap that the Judo Instructor loaded into my father’s car with the following words, “Don’t you ever bring him back here again.” None the less, when my father got me home I got another beating for humiliating him by being a ‘sissy boy’. It was the first time in my life that I was to hear that awful word, said with so much hatred and which I would for the rest of my life associate with humiliation and hate...............
Will I ever finish I don’t know......
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