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BLURRED LOVE (18+) ǁ CHAPTER THREE
Will Ransome x fem!Reader
Warnings for this Chapter: injuries, nudity
Please remember, that this story is rated 18+ and will contain suggestive smut/light smut in future chapters.
Word Count: 1,1k
a/n: Uh.Oh...
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LINK TO SERIES MASTERLIST ǁ CHAPTER FOUR
"Good morning, Y/N. How are you today?" Will entered the bedroom with a tray in his hands and a smile on his face. "Morning. I feel way better, thank you." He placed the tray on the bed. "Great to hear that. Did your memory come back?" She shook her head, sadly, then started to dig into her breakfast. "Unfortunately not, no... I still have no clue who I am or where I come from." Will gently placed his hand on her forearm. "Don't worry. Your memory is going to come back. Just give yourself a bit more time." Y/N nodded and smiled at Will in return. But the smile wasn't a confident one. It was a sad one. It never reached her eyes... "I am feeling quite a bit... dirty, to be honest. My body hasn't seen a single drop of water in days... Maybe even weeks? I can't tell…" Y/N said cautiously, her cheeks turning red. "A-And now, that I have the permission to leave the bed again, I, uh, wanted to ask you, i-if it was possible for me to... w-wash myself?" Will's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded quickly. "Of course! I am going to prepare something for you."
Said and done. Will left the room for quite a while, before he returned with a big bowl, some towels and a jugful hot water. "Here you go." He put the bowl on the floor beside the bed; threw the towels over the chair and placed the jug carefully on the wooden chair. Y/N sat already on the edge of the bed, blanket disposed. "Be careful. The water is very hot." The Y/H/C haired woman gave the reverend a smile. "Thank you." Will nodded, "Call me, if you need anything. I am down the hall in my study." and left the bedroom, giving Y/N her privacy.
Y/N waited until the door fell into its hinges. Then she began to take off the remaining clothes, which covered her body. Once that was done, she poured some water into the big bowl and began to wash herself; got rid of all the dirt and mud on her skin. She sighed. It was such an enjoyable feeling to finally be clean again. The relaxing effect, the warm water had, caused her to sink deeply in thoughts. So deep, that she didn't hear the gentle knocks of Will on the other side of the door... "Y/N?" He got no answer. "Is everything alright in there?" Still no response. Without thinking further, Will opened the door - a mistake, like he found out just a few seconds later. Will's gaze landed immediately on Y/N. She had her back towards him, was seemingly completely lost in thoughts. That wouldn't have been a problem - if she had been wearing something - but she didn't. She was stark-naked, just how God made her. His oceanic blue eyes bored into the skin of Y/N's back. How her hands roamed through her damp hair, exposing in that way her shoulder blades, neck and the delicate outlines of her breasts. The reverend suddenly got deprived of his control in every way possible. He was powerless. Will's eyes travelled further down Y/N's body, over the soft curves of her waist, hips and bottom. Her bare, beautifully sculpted legs weren't any less hypnotising. The few water droplets, which ran teasingly down her thighs and calves caused Will's breath to hitch in his throat. He wasn't able to tear his eyes away - until reality hit him, slapped him right across his face. The reverend's eyes widened, as he realized what had just happened. The fresh clothes he held in his hands clattered to the ground, revealing his presence. Y/N flinched and reached quickly for a towel, before her head snapped towards the door. Will averted his gaze as fast as possible, looked to the ground instead. "P-Please forgive me, I-I-" He hastily rambled out an apology, before he stormed out of the door, hands uncontrollably shaking. What had he done?
Will stormed as fast as his legs carried him down the stairs and into the kitchen. The palm of his hands found the rough surface of his kitchen counter, as he searched for support. No, no, no! His mind was running a mile per hours, his thoughts spinning. He shouldn't have let that happen. Why didn't he think before he entered the room? Why didn't he leave straight away? He, a stranger, invaded the privacy of a woman he barely knew. This couldn't be right – no. It wasn't right. The reverend teared at his blonde-brown locks, pacing up and down the room. He desperately needed fresh air - and above that, he needed to get rid of that imagine inside his head. Will reached quickly for his coat, Pup watching his master confused from the sofa, as he stormed outside, shutting the wooden door rather loudly behind him.
The walk didn't really help him, so he went to the church, took a few deep breaths and sought refuge in his faith and in God. To his sheer relief, the referend found what he looked for. The troubled sea, what his mind had been, calmed finally down. Will had now only one thought left in his mind... To apologise to Y/N for his stupid and inappropriate behaviour. So, he left the church - in which he was very surprised that he didn't meet his dear friend Matthew, and went back home. His feet led him promptly up the stairs, straight to his bedroom. Will took a deep breath, then knocked carefully. Immediately, Y/N's voice sounded from the other side, asked him to come in. This time, the beautiful woman was - much to Will's relief, fully dressed and in bed again. "Hello..." The reverend spoke awkwardly. "I... I wanted to apologise. I am truly sorry, Y/N. I-I didn't do it on purpose. I know it was inappropriate and-" "Don't worry, Will. It's... alright. I am not angry with you." Y/N interrupted the vicar, smiling softly. Will blinked, looked at her unbelievably. "R-Really?" She nodded. "Yes. I bet you aren't the first man who saw me naked, so… Let's forget about it and we're fine." A shy smile spread across Will's face. "Alright, yes. Let's forget about it."
In that moment, the man of God was at peace with himself. But little did he know, that what happened that afternoon would lead him to a path of utter temptation…
#will ransome x female reader#will ransome x y/n#will ransome x you#will ransome x reader#will ransome#the essex serpent#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston characters
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Just saw your anti kathani tag. I am gonna share the fact that my mom had a classmate named Kothoni (Bengali pronunciation of Kathani) in school. Like obviously CVD chose it with his white fingers but it's a name that actually does exist and meaningful (in Bengali it means story). Also since I moved to Europe I only use Amy with others even though I prefer my og name because it's easier. It's shockingly common & I know my other desi friends do it too. Just wanted to add another desi perpective
Related to this post that had a section about me hating the name Kathani shsjhd and the tag the anon mention has now been renamed #Kate Name Discourse!
I felt bad naming it Anti Kathani in the first place cos I'm not a Kate anti at all I just dislike the name lmao (more on that later because I have changed my mind!) but I was sleep deprived and didn't think of another name at that moment.
Hello there! Thank you for being so polite about this message providing your perspective and honestly this is the message I really needed after the Kathani line dropped in Ep 8!! My friend Triv - who has also made posts about why CVD ‘making up the name’ was problematic - and I searched e v e r y w h e r e for the definition of it because we thought it was Tamil or some form Indian name but came up with absolutely nothing. We did find a single Kathani who is a doctor in the Midwest lmao - I’m not saying anything more cos we do not dox people here. But yeah we chalked her up to be an outlier.
SO THIS post really helped put the name into perspective and honestly the Bengali meaning of it being story is so pretty. Definitely a step up from the definition some people found and romanticised. It was some random Hindi word similar to ‘kathani’ and it means ‘statement’. I loveeee these name definition edits but when I see Kathani being just ‘Statement’ I just feel so underwhelmed lol. But yes because of this ask, I change my mind. It is a valid name as Kothoni and hearing it pronounced as a Bengali word is gorgeous tbh. So I retract all my old statements saying its not a real name or calling it ugly. I still hate the way it was used and pronounced on the show though, but separate from that on its own, it’s a fine name.
Also I FELT the Amy thing, I used to go by Skye all the time, god looking at it now it feels so foreign like Skye??? WHO is that? (I do have a lovely mutual named it tho - hii Sky if you see this post ahahah) I got rid of it because it was a name an ex friend came up with to make me more pliable and ‘whitewashed me’. So when she yeeted from my life, I yeeted the name too.
But for the viewpoint of Kate, yes she may have preferred being presented as Kate but the show never tells us that, also why was Anthony of all people the one who says her government name first, and who told him that was her name?? Pretty sure Eddie and Mary weren’t talking to him properly still and where they find the time to tell him lmao?? So many questions and no answers because we TOTALLY needed a pyramid scheme sideplot for the Featheringtons.
Thanks again for this ask anon I appreciated it!!
#Bridgerton#Kate Sharma#Kathani Sharma#Kate Name Discourse#WE HAVE A PROPER DEFINITION AND NAME ORIGIN PEOPLE#It's Bengali but mispelled and it means Story I love it to see it#Fun Fact: I used to date a Storie so Anthony and I are the same AGAIN#Bridgerton Asks
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wow, baby, look at that wet spot on your underwear, such a big stain. so soaked just for me? how would you like it if I pressed a soft kiss to your underwear, so that you felt just the faintest bit of pressure on your pussy. awh, you want more than that? I think you do, seeing how your hips are wiggling side to side for me. oh, my sweet thing, you won't get much more from me if you can't keep your cute hips nice and still for me. there, there, stay still for me while I hold your hips down - I know how hard it is, sweetie, but you have to be so good if you want more. so good for me, I'll give some more kisses on your drenched panties, I'll taste your juices on it, my tongue flattening and dragging along your entire cunt. fuck, you're so cute, I can feel my own underwear getting wet from your moans and squeals. will you be even louder, and get all hot and embarassed for me, when I slowly tug your panties off, a line of your sticky juices hanging between your folds and the material, just begging for me to get my mouth on you. and I promise, baby, I'll deliver so good for you, just let me kiss and suck the juices off your inner thighs, let me just smell how wet you are for me before yanking your spread legs onto my face and laving my tongue all over you and making you come so good. will you be that good for me, that patient for me?
#nsft#sapphic nsft#queer nsft#lesbian nsft#wlw nsft#nblw nsft#dirty talk#praise#nsft scenario#nsft imagine#lesbian nsft imagine#nblw nsft imagine#sapphic nsft imagine#wlw nsft imagine#nsft daydream#nsft thoughts#fr3aklike-me#got rid of tag w the h word
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Hey! I really liked your Annie angst where she hits the reader and wanted to request one where it's the same idea but just with Mikasa? Thanks a lot!
HAHA YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!
“A broken promise ” Mikasa x Reader. || Chapter 1. Oᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ!
this contains spoilers for the manga of AOT. || rumbling spoilers ahead||
You walked into your both’s shared bedroom to find Mikasa staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes sad as she looking down at her feet as she laid against the mirror. Her back faced you. Your arms crept around her waist, hugging her strong body as you cuddled you head into the back of her shoulder. “Please.. come back to me..” you softly whispered for the both of you to hear. “Your so distant yet… so close..” you hugged her tighter as you embraced her presence.
Mikasa pushed you off of her after a while, and started to walk out of the room. “You make me sick.”
Hours passed since your encounter with your girlfriend.
You couldn’t stand just letting this happen. Your relationship was slowly but surely being torn apart, weather or not mikasa was realizing it or not. Could she not care about you anymore? Her attitude changed Jurassic-ally ever since Eren told Her he hated her, which to your dismay you turned your back on him, saying that Mikasa deserved better.
You finally built up the courage to talk to her directly, as you made your way through the airship, coming out of your dorm. The common area was a wide open space, couches and a new thing from Marley that had just been discovered by the people of paradis, something called a “television.”
You turned your way to the room next to it, a small conference room. The room was long with a small glass table, a bookshelf, and a fireplace with couches. The woman stood at the bookshelf’s in the back of the room, looking at one of them.
“This has been going on for way to long,” you said to the raven haired woman, her gaze now looking at you with her eyes stern. “What happened to you?” All she could do was roll her eyes, not saying a word. “I know how attached you are to him, and I don’t want that to happen either, but I’m just saying, it’s a possible outcom-“
“No it isn’t,”
She said fiercely. “Mikasa , you have to accept the fact eren has changed,” “No he hasn’t!” Her voice got louder, to your surprise. “You act as though you knew him for your whole life, he will stop this rumbling,”
“And what if he doesn’t?”
“He will,”
“Your in denial”
“Maybe I’m so in denial because all you’ve done is try to bring me down for these past few weeks!” Your girlfriend yelled, “All you’ve done is hate on Eren all this damn time!”
“Mikasa are you fucking NUTS?! HE LITERALLY TOLD YOU HE HATED YOU!”
“He doesn’t mean that,”
“Are you sure mikasa? Think about everything he’s done to you.” There was a pause before you added, “think about everything he’s done to us,”
Mikasa shut the book closed, tossing it on a nearby table.
“Shut up,”
She gritted her teeth at you before pitching the bridge of her nose.
“What happened to you?” You asked her sadly,
“Absolutely nothing,”
“Everything changed,”
“NOTHING ABOUT ME CHANGED!” Mikasa screamed at you, pounding her fist on the wall. “Mikasa .. listen to yourself! You used to never be like this! You were so sweet and caring, and then Eren changed, and so did you.”
She went quiet, an irritated look on her face. The Airship you and the rest of the cadets were on, soared through the air. The thing they call ‘a flying boat’ letting off steam as it flew. Towards Marley you headed, where the rumbling was occurring. Eren had already planned this whole ideal out behind the Survey Corps backs, his mean demeanor changing the person who you barley can recognize, you girlfriend.
“You never used to yell at me the way you do now,” you said as her breathing got heavier with anger.
“We used to be inseparable, now look at us. Ever since the rumbling started and Eren actually going through with his plan, you slowly started drifting away from me. And at first I understood why.”
She looked at you, the woman’s eyes still as stern as they could ever be, giving you a violent but silent glare.
“And then you became mean.. and aggressive.”
She started stepping towards you, her eyes bloodshot with anger, “you don’t understand because you never took the time to listen!,”
“All you did was push me away! Every time I tried to help! You treated me like your punching bag!” Your girlfriend moved towards you aggressively, making you hesitant to stay put. Your girlfriend looked at you dead in the eyes and for a slight moment, you swore you could see a tear forming. “I became aggressive? Yoru kidding me! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU JUST GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS ISNT A SERIOUS SITUATION! I TRIED TO BE NICE FOR THE LONGEST TIME!
“You are NOT the same woman I feel in love with!” Your voice trailed into her ears. Your heart heavy as your words spilled out. “Oh yeah? Then maybe you weren’t in love with me at all.”
“Mikasa you know that isn’t true,”
“I tried protecting ALL OF YOU! AND LOOK WHERE WE END UP! SASHA’S DEAD! COMMANDER HANJI IS DEAD! “
“Yeah and the same person you’re defending is the cause of their deaths.”
“Eren wouldn’t do this.” She stated. Your head filled with irritation. ‘Why can’t she just accept it?!’
“Are you kidding me?! WAKE UP! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING AROUND YOU!?” you yelled, “EREN IS KILLING, HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE!” your voice cracked out. The pain that you bared because of your friends actions was one you couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard you tried. No matter how many days would linger past, the fact that Eren, the boy who you once knew when he was running around playing tag with you and the rest of your group, is now a mass murderer.
“we don’t have to kill him-“
“MIKASA WE HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT HE’S DOING!? EREN IS JUST AS GUILTLY AS REINER AND BERTOLDT!”
“SHUT UP!” Her voice raised with irrational and anger. “YOU DON’T GET TO MAKE THAT DECISION!”
“You aren’t LISTENING! EVEN JEAN SAID THAT WOULD BE BEST! I DONT WANT TO KILL HIM BABY I REALLY DONT BUT WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO!”
“DAMNIT I SAID STOP!”
And just like that a loud crash noise was heard. The swift movement of a fist collided with the side of your face, the power containing it sending you falling back and into the glass coffee table behind you. You didn’t even realize what had just happened. You didn’t want to believe what just happened. You stared up at your girlfriend who’s face turned from anger to complete horror, her hand over her mouth as she stared at the damage she just caused. And boy was it bad.
The sting of redness on your face started to bleed droplets of blood. Soaking through your broken skin as a large red colored bruise begin to form. Tears started welting up in your e/c orbs. The sadness washed over you as you saw the woman who was suppose to love you, show an action of hatred that you never knew she could do. She hit you. She hurt you.
Heavy and frantic footsteps were heard rushing to the door of the conference room. The door swung open and there stood your best friend, Armin Artlert. “I-is everything okay!? I heard glad breaking!” He said, worried. His eyes looked around the room. The salty pieces of water flooded down your face as you choked on your tears.
Armin’s face went dead, he couldn’t believe it either. “Y-y/n.. baby.. oh g-god honey i-“ Mikasa couldn’t even form words. Hell SHEE couldn’t even believe she did that.
“W-wha-“ armin barley got out when you rushed to the door, pushing armin aside and ran back to your dorm room. “Y-y/n!” Armin tried calling out to you as your dorm slammed shut. You sinking to the floor crying.
Armin stared at Mikasa, “W-what happened?” His eyes saddened. “I..” Mikasa couldn’t get out any words, her face still in shock. “I hit them…” she managed to get out. “O-oh god I- I hit them,” her eyes filled tears as Armin pulled her into a hug. “I-I’m so sorry.. I-I’m so sorry…”
You laid on the floor after sinking down to the ground, slamming your door shut. Wiping your tears away with your hands, you looked at your both’s shared bedroom. Studying the interior. Thinking back on the time Mikasa promised you how she’d always be there for you, how she promised that she’d never hurt you. She promised when you both had your first kiss. She kept that promise and always kept it for so long, never once breaking it. Your numb body looked over at the ticking clock.
The thoughts that ran through your head as you watched the clock tick, and with every second you couldn’t bear to accept the fact, Her promise was broken.
Kachiniko || My Blog || What I write || 06/06/21
Chapter 2 “The conclusion”
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Pt. 10 -"This is an order"
hi sorry im still alive
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.4.5 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.9.5
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader
Word Count: 7329
Warnings: the ushe
Tag list: @theojuicee @ayamenimthiriel @imthesnowinthedark @distinguishedkryptonitecreator
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You sat at the corner of a tavern, with a mug of warm mead between your palms, and a hood over your head, quietly watching people drinking and laughing, dancing to some bard’s stupid ballads.
There’s a war happening in the south, you heard that it’s moving north. But people in this tavern seemed to not know. Perhaps not care. But you do. That’s why you left, in the middle of the night, with a simple note on your bed saying you wanted to help. You don’t know how long you’ve got before they find you, but before that you were going to enjoy being on the road.
As the night grew old, people getting drunker and drunker. Some guy wobble past your table, tripped and spilled half of his drink on the floor. His friend--- equally drunk if not more--- came over to laugh at his buddy, and spilled more ale all over the table. You stood up, decided that it’s probably time for you to continue on the road. “H-hey beautiful.. W-where do you think you’re going?” the man said with hiccups and a terrible stinky breath, stood way too close to you. You took a step back, “Please excuse me, I’d like to go back to my room and rest now.” you gave him a polite smile, one hand hiding in your cloak ready to poke your finger for some blood. “Don’t leave so soon! C-come have a drink w-with us!” his friend reached forward to grab you.
“Gentlemen!” someone squeezed in between you and the drunks with an unnecessary spin, “Are you enjoying the night? Any request of the ballads?” “What? We don’t care, fuck off!” “Nothing? Shame, then I guess that’s it for me tonight! We can leave now my love-” the bard, still blocking the drunks, turned around and stick out his arm. He froze when he saw your face. You took the opportunity and hooked your arm around his, “Yes my love, I’m so tired, we should go now.” and dragged him towards the exit.
You made sure you were far enough from the tavern before you let go of the man. “Thank you for that, they were being... rude, and I’m glad that someone is willing to help.” you gave him a polite smile. “...It’s you.. It’s really you! Oh praise the gods!” he exclaimed, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you! -So is Geralt! He misses you and he is very sorry-” You raised a finger to cut him off, “That’s enough, bard. There’s no one here now, you can quit the acting.” you took a step away from him. “Wha- No! Nononono you don’t understand! We’ve been lookin- HE! He has been looking... Oh I’m so excited he won’t believe this...” “Jaskier.” A voice came from behind.
You gently traced small circles on the pad of your finger with the sharp point of the ring, readied to draw blood. This man and the one behind you could be another group of scammers, hell they could be working with those two drunks back in the tavern. Men taking advantage of women traveling alone wasn’t news--- and you are more than happy to get rid of one--- or two--- more scumbags who prey on women.
“We need to go now, did you get all your things?” “Geralt! Look who I found! Of all the places, this shit hole is the answer! Ha! Look for yourself!” The bard was jumping around, throwing his fists in the air, yelling. You took another step away, turned to the man behind you. “...Witcher.” you recognized him. “... It’s you.” he didn’t seem surprised, though you swear you could tell he was. “I’m the best! I knew I’d find her!” the bard was dancing at the back. “Didn’t think we’d meet again.” you ignored the bard. “I don’t intend to be a competition, but I did just took care of the drowners outside the village.” You blinked, then couldn’t help but chuckle, “...I should apologize. I was quite a bitch last time.” “I wasn’t nice to you either. I’m sorry, for calling you a fraud.” “Well, most people are frauds. Can’t blame you for being cautious.” “...” “...”
“Wai- That’s it? Aren’t you suppose to be more excited?” the bard finally realized the situation wasn’t what he expected, “Give her a hug! A kiss! Pick her up and spin in circles! Oh and apologize, whatever happened that you wouldn’t tell me it’s your fault, you need to apologize.” “... Is he always like this?” you gave the bard a side-eye. “...Yes.” the witcher sighed, “Where’s your..” he looked behind you, eyes searching for something. “Sidekick?” you adjust your cape, “He’s not here. I, um, ran away. Sort of.” the witcher frowned. You bit the inside of your mouth, wondering why you’re telling him this, “...There’s a war, if you haven’t heard. I’m on my way there.” “Joining the army?” his frown deepened. “No. I don’t care about who’s ruling where, I want to help the people. Who are innocent and shouldn’t suffer from stupid ambitions of those men.” “But that’s dangerous!” the bard jumped in, “It’s a mess down there! And there’s nothing we could do!”
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” you were finally done with the annoying bard. His eyes widened, words stuck at his throat. “Jaskier, she’s not her.” “What?” “I’m Itzel.” you gave the bard a quick smile, “I’m aware that I look like one of your acquaintances?” “...Acquaintance? Acquaintance?” the bard yelled, “She’s not just an acquaintance! She is- How- No! I can’t believe it!” he suddenly looked like a deflated balloon, “How?” “Jaskier, she’s never coming back. It’s about time you accept that.” For a moment you swear the witcher was going to cry, and for some bizarre reason you felt like crying as well. You shook your head.
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You agreed to the witcher’s offer to travel with them, hoping traveling with others would throw your pursuers off the track, or at least confuse them and slow them down.
It’s not like you wanted any of this to happen, running away and hiding like a criminal, betraying who saved you and taught you how to protect yourself. You still remember the face of Helvit'tar when you told him you wanted to leave, it’s the first time you saw him getting angry. Even Eyle was visibly upset- although it’s possible he’s upset because his master was, and no one should upset the master. They were so upset you thought you could see their shadows cast on the wall turning into their true form.
You wondered if they were coming to get you. It’s not like you were really Helvit'tar’s daughter, you were more like a stray cat. Disobeying your master’s direct order, stealing his horse and basically betraying him after all he has done for you... If anyone was coming after you, it’s more likely to eliminate you.
The sound of the witcher sheathing his sword broke your messy train of thought. He does routine maintenance on his swords every day before he beds down. Your gaze fell onto the gold coin hanging from the hilt.
“Why do you hang a coin on your sword?” you asked quietly, didn’t want to wake the snoring bard, “Does it bring you more gold?” He let out a chuckle through his nose, “It should, it’s supposed to bring me luck.” he put the sword away. You gave him a puzzled look. “It’s a lucky coin.” he shrugged. You scoffed, “What are you, 5?” He shrugged again, adding more wood to the fire. You immediately regretted your tone. He didn’t seem bothered by your sarcasm, patted off the dust on his hands and finished making his bed.
“Good night Itzel, don’t stay up too late.” he said before laying down. “...Yeah good night.” you cleared your throat, feeling awkward about your absurd rudeness.
You spent some time contemplating why you tend to go aggressive towards the white hair witcher, before sleep finally found you and put you into the peaceful darkness.
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“You m’lady, is a very well educated woman!” the bard with the name of a flower said, stroking his lute, “And what do you think about the Noir? It has to be one of my favorite poems, the raw emotions of their words-” “Ok that’s enough.” you raised your hand, cutting him off before another endless literature lecture, “I’m not really interested in liberal art.” “But you’ve read every great poetry out there!” “Well I wouldn’t say I read those... More like glancing through them?” you grimaced, “I only read them cuz Eyle was reading them and I needed conversation starters, and I fell asleep on the second page most of the time.”
You were riding side by side and the bard had been talking none stop, engaging in all sorts of conversation with you. You were actually quite amazed at how good he was at random small talks. The witcher, riding at the front, had been quiet all morning- not like he’s been a talkative person, but somehow you felt like he’s in a sour mood.
In the afternoon, you found a small stream and decided to take a break, let your horses have some water.
You parked your horse next to the witcher’s while the bard took off his boots and stepped into the cooling stream. “Are you sulking?” you casually asked, took out your almost emptied water skin. “...No.” the witcher frowned. You pursed your lips and shrugged, “M'alright.” walked away to fill your waterskin. The witcher stared at your back.
Two men stumbled out of nowhere.
“He- help us!” one of them yelled with a hoarse voice, “Please help!” You looked up. Their clothes were torn and there were some bloody scratch marks on their forearms. “Oh dear! What happened?” the bard exclaimed. You listened to them telling a story about some bandits robbing their house in the woods, burning everything down and killing the animals. “You need to help us! Please!” one of them said while holding onto their stomach. “You came to the right person! How lucky of you! This fine gentleman here, is a witcher! If anyone can help, it’s-” “No.” the witcher crossed his arms.
“B- but you have to!” the man with the hoarse voice and burn marks on his hands fell onto his knees, “I beg of you kind sirs and lady! My family... I left them behind... There’s nothing I could do!” “I’m a witcher, I fight monsters.” the witcher said firmly. The bard quickly looked at the witcher, then the two men, “Geralt, you can’t turn them away! They would die if we left them in the forest!” he yelled quietly. “We can’t help them.” the witcher turned away, tending to his horse.
“Well I can.” you hung the water skin to your hip, “This house of yours, is it far?” The two men quickly shook their heads. “I’ll go, you guys don’t have to wait up.”
The witcher grabbed your arm while you took a step towards the two men. You turned to look at him. “They are frauds.” he made sure only the two of you could hear. “You don’t know that.” you scoffed, pulled your arm away. “Look at them, all their cuts are at the front, if they were running away it should be at the back. Plus, why would they ask random people for help? If what they’re saying is true, how can three people fight off a group of bandits?” “Well, I’m not asking you to join.” you crossed your arms, “You could leave if you want.” “Please!” the one holding the side of his torso said, “We can pay you! I had some coins buried at the back of my house, I can pay!”
“I doubt you have enough to hire a witcher.” you turned to him, with a pitiful smile, “I, however, don’t require you to pay me with your lifelong savings. Just a little vial of your blood would do.” you reached inside the little pouch hanging on your waist, pulled out two small vials, “Here, you two already got cuts on yourselves, bet you wouldn’t mind adding one more?” The two men exchanged a look. “C’mon, chop-chop! Your families are suffering!” you said cheerfully.
The witcher snapped the two vials from your hand. You chewed on the inside of your mouth, narrowed your eyes and stared at him. He took out a dagger from his boots, made a small cut on his forearm, filled the two vials and handed them back to you. “Happy?” he said, sourly, “Lead the way.” he put away his dagger, grabbed his swords and helped the kneeling man up by his collar, “Now.” he gave him a little shove before letting go of his collar. You rolled your eyes.
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You left the bard to look after your horses and belongings, following the two men deeper into the woods.
“I thought you said it’s close by.” you were a step or two behind the witcher, and was looking left and right at the scenery like you were just sightseeing. “We’re almost there, over this hill.” the man with the hurting side said, he’s no longer holding onto his side. “I don’t see smoke.” the witcher commented, “Nor do I smell any, I thought you said the bandits were burning everything down.”
“Oh? Did I?” The man with the hoarse voice turned around with a wide grin on his face. Two other men emerged from the back of the trees, one on your left, and two more behind you. “Oops, I must have mistaken.” the hoarse voice man high fived his companion. You turned your head to the side, eyeing the two behind you- they were obviously checking out your bottom.
“Careful, this one’s a witcher.” the man who no longer suffered from a hurt torso pointed at the white-hair one. “Relax, there’s six of us. We can take care of a witcher or two.” one of the men was swinging his club with confidence. “I strongly advise you to walk away.” the witcher said, “The odd for you isn’t very good.” “Ha! Listen to this guy!” the hoarse voice guy laughed, “Can’t you count? There’re six of us and only two of you!” “Wow bravo, and do you know what comes after six Billy?” you smiled. Other guys laughed. The hoarse voice guy turned red, “Wh- What the fuck did you say? Are you making fun of me?” “I am! Glad you figured that out!” “Itzel, stop.” the witcher gave you a stern look.
The hoarse voice guy got even redder, “I’m gonna kill you! I’ll let my boys have their fun with you after we took care of him and that skinny bard!” he drew out the rusty sword hidden behind the tree and charged at the two of you. You heard the witcher sighed.
The whole fight ended rather quickly, a bunch of bandits hardly were a match to a well-trained witcher. You mainly stood there, dodging the spraying blood and flying limbs, adding a few gasps here and there for flavor.
Then you spotted the hoarse voice guy sneakingly trying to crawl away.
“Going somewhere?” you stepped right on his wrist, putting most of your weight on, “Tell me, do you belong to a larger group of people?” The man desperately trying to pull his arm away. You squatted down, “Answer the question, Billy. Is there more of you?” He shook his head frantically. “Oh, you’re not very bright then. Should’ve joined some larger bandit group during this kind of time, would’ve worked out better for you.” you gave him a pity look, then smiled, “Well this has been fun, it was nice to meet you!” you grabbed onto his neck, fingernails dug into his skin. “No please!-” “Bye Billy.”
You curled your thumb, let the sharp ring sink into his neck. Billy’s skin started to grow darker, then wrinkled, as if something was sucking him dry. Your eyes were once again covered with a deep maroon, a malicious smile tugged at the corner of your lips. When you finally let go, Billy was merely a skeleton wrapped in wrinkly leathery skin.
Standing up, the fight was already over. You turned around, to find the witcher staring at you.
“Well,” you shrugged at all the deads around you, “I guess you are right then, they are frauds.” and clasped your hands together, “Glad we settled that! Should we go then? Shouldn’t let the bard wait-” “-Is this fun to you?” he asked in a cold tone. His gaze was awakening something deep within you- something familiar, something sad, and weirdly, you felt scared.
“...What? Are you feeling bad for these guys?” you scoffed, “They weren’t doing this world any good you know?” “So you weren’t really wanting to help them.” “Look I don’t need to explain shit to you ok?” “You don’t, I just thought you might be- Nevermind.” he turned and walked away. You felt this burning irritation rising from your stomach. You walked up and stopped him, “Hey! You don’t get to treat me like this!” you stared at him angrily, “I don’t know what kind of expectation you had of me, they are wrong. You don’t know me. Quit judging me with whatever standard you had in mind.”
“Yes, I don’t know you.” He stared back coldly, “That’s very clear now.” he took back his gaze and continued walking away. “...Fine!” you yelled at his back frustratingly.
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The rest of the ride was pure awkwardness. With you and the witcher refused to talk or even look at each other, and the bard anxiously trying to find out what happened in the woods.
There’s no way that you were in the wrong. He’s the one assuming shit from you, and snapped when you couldn’t meet his expectation.
“Did Geralt do something wrong again?” the bard snuck up on you when you finally arrived at somewhere with an inn. You were busy taking things off your horse, didn’t want to make any comments towards the bard’s curiosity. “I’m sure whatever he did he doesn’t mean it! And he’s very sorry!” he tried to try harder, “Please, just talk to him-” “Are you his mother?” you scoffed, “Does he need his mommy holding his hand to a fight? Is he gonna cry if I tell his mommy to fuck off?” you said mockingly, untied the last string attaching your bag to the horse. “...You don’t have to be mean!” the bard looked hurt. “Boohoo, guess I’m the evil one here, what are you gonna do?” you swung your bag onto your back, rolled your eyes and walked away.
That’s it. You’re evil. That’s what’s wrong here. You got demons strapped to you, and they turned you into a monster. So what? You owed them nothing, you didn’t do anything to hurt them. And it’s actually rude of them to assume something totally not true about you.
So why do you feel bad? Why do you feel like you need to explain yourself to them? And why do you feel awful thinking about them considering you ‘evil’?
You grew grumpier when you found out they don’t serve hot meals in this particular inn, and practically stomped your way to the pub the innkeeper suggested you go.
The moment you pushed open the door, you were hit by a wave of different smells, food, drinks and body odors all mixed together and rushed into your nose. Your eyes immediately met the witcher’s--- he’s sitting with a bunch of dwarfs, they were huddling together and talking quietly amongst themselves, looking quite nervous. You didn’t bother to hide your disdain on your face, turned and walked to the table furthest away from him, and sat down with your back towards his direction.
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When your meal came, it wiped away your sour mood.
For a short while.
"Good evening, Master Itzel." the cloaked figure sat down in front of you. You froze, slowly put down your spoon and stared at him cautiously. "You're allowed to finish your meal, then we are leaving." "No." you said firmly, "I've made myself very clear, I'm not here for sightseeing. I won't go back till this war is over." you sat back, crossed your arms to make yourself look more intimidating and firm. "Itzel," He said with a firmer tone, "don't make this more difficult for yourself."
"....Or what? Is that a threat?" He didn't reply. You pushed your untouched soup forward, "You can have it, I'm not hungry." stood up and quickly walked out of the pub.
Eyle swiftly caught up to you, "Itzel!" "I ran away once and for quite some time, I can do it again!" you were walking so fast it almost felt like running. "You don't really think that's true, do you?" Eyle was walking right next to you, without any effort. He took a few more steps to get ahead of you, blocking your way. You stopped, slightly panting, staring at him. "Please." his voice was soft and quiet, like always, "Come home." "..." you tried to look for any anger or disappointment, but there was none. All you were seeing was his calmness, and the worry flickering in his eyes.
You sighed. "...Can we at least stay for one night? I haven't slept in a proper bed for days and I'm really tired." "One night." his shoulders seemed less tense.
"Is everything alright?" the voice came up from behind. You turned to the white-hair man with annoyance, "..None of your business." you grabbed the corner of Eyle's cloak and was going to drag him away. Then you stopped, turned back only halfway--- so you didn't have to look at the face of the witcher, "I'm leaving tomorrow, thanks for looking out for me these days." and resumed walking.
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"Itzel, wake up."
It was dark outside, the sun wasn't up yet. But there were a lot of noise outside.
Eyle was at the side of your bed. Orange light poured in through the window, swaying, flickering. Fire.
"...What's going on?" "We need to go." he handed you your cloak. You shook your head to wake yourself up, stumbled towards the window.
It was chaotic outside. People holding things weren't supposed to be weapons, shouting and dragging people out of their house. Blood splattered on the ground, glistening under the flickering torches. Smoke arising not far away and was spreading, families shutting their windows and blocking the doors. You heard screaming, begging and crying.
"Itzel, we don't have much time." Eyle putting the cloak on you. "Wh- what is happening? Are the soldiers here?" "No." Eyle quickly packed your bag, "It's the people, they are hunting down all non-humans." "What?" you snapped your head towards him, then turned back. Some of the mobs started banging on doors.
"..I can't go..." you mumble. "Itzel, now is not the time." "I have to help them!" you pointed towards the growing living hell, "Can't you see? Everything lead me to this place, this exact moment! We can help them!" Eyle stood there, lips pressed into a thin line. "Eyle, this is what we're here for." "..." he set down your bag. "I'll be right beside you."
You rushed downstairs, the innkeeper was hiding behind the counter.
"Are there any non-humans staying here?" you asked. The innkeeper was so scared he could barely form a comprehensible sentence, you managed to figure out that there were a dwarf and an elf staying in the other two rooms upstairs. "You don't want people die in your fine establishment, do you?" He hesitated. Some woman screamed outside, the innkeeper hid even further down behind his counter. "Look, you have to block the door. You don't know what they would do to you if they found out you got non-humans staying here right? Do you want to die for them?" he quickly shook his head. "Block the door behind us, now."
Walking out, the smell of smoke and blood made you winced. An elf woman holding a child in her arms almost bumped into you when she turned around the corner. She looked at you with eyes filled with fear, soot smeared across her face and a cut above her eyebrow. She held on tighter to the child. You quickly pushed open the door behind you --- and hit the innkeeper who's trying to black the door with large kegs, "Get in, and help him block the door." She gave you a grateful nod and rushed in.
Eyle got his pair of twisted daggers in his hands, took down some mobs who were coming your way, slit their throats with a clean-cut, then followed you towards where seemed like the main event.
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You were rushing, you weren't sure where to, you let your legs carried you. You had this heaviness sitting in your stomach, a terrible feeling, and you knew you had to get there before it's too late.
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The white hair one.
He's dancing with his sword, turning in circles knocking those holding shovels and torches and butcher knives back. Behind him were the few dwarves he was drinking with, swing their swords and shouting.
You stopped at a distance, panting, realizing you were running.
You saw a young man holding a rusting pitchfork. He's probably no more than 16 years old, a child if you were in your world.
...What world?
And you saw the witcher, sword in hand, hesitating.
Why is he hesitating?
You saw the determination and hatred in the kid's eyes.
You uncorked the little vial of blood.
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At first you didn't feel anything, as if your body couldn't comprehend what just happened.
Then the pain caught on. The piercing paralyzing pain. Even breathing was too much for you to take.
You held onto the handle of the pitchfork before the too-young-to-be-called-a-man guy could pull away.
"...!! Magic! She's a witch-" "Y/N!!"
You heard Eyle's voice, like he was screaming and yelling and hollering at the same time with three different voices. He showed up right next to you in a puff of maroon mist. The guy who stabbed you was almost ripped in half, a giant hideous claw mark ran through his torso. Eyle tried to support you by gripping your elbow, while you fell to your knees.
"...Don't worry, Master is close by... He can fix this... We'll go to him..." You heard his frantic mumble, almost wanted to laugh for you finally seeing the day of him losing his cool.
You look to the side, where you were standing. The witcher was staring at you with disbelief, still processing what just happened.
It always felt nice when your magic worked.
"...Get him out of here..." you grabbed onto Eyle's hand, the other hand barely holding onto the pitchfork, using all your strength not to faint. "What are you talking about? We need to take you to Master now!" "...This is an order, Eylediön... Get him out..." "...." You've never seen that kind of expression on his face. The next moment, he vanished with the white hair witcher, leaving an afterimage of a shadow.
Foreign words leaked through your lips, at first it was broken, with shaky breaths. You slowly pulled out the pitchfork, blood poured out from the visible holes in your abdomen.
You squinted your eyes shut in pain, focus solely on the chanting. The air around you grew thicker, heavier. Blood slowly streamed down your face from the inner corner of your eyes. The night grew darker, the flames of the torches dimmed.
"Kill the witch!" "Kill her!"
Few of the braver men stepped forward. Thin black threads appeared from the ground and latched onto their feet, the threads wove and intertwined into something like a living web, climbing up their torsos and swallowed half of their bodies. In mere seconds their bodies fell onto the ground, dry like mummies.
You readjusted the pitchfork, one of its rusty tips aimed right at your heart.
You muttered the last word, raised your head and face the sky.
You pushed the pitchfork in with a thrust.
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if you're accepting requests, could you do a post-azkaban sirius x reader where she's the same age as tonks so they're in like a more secret relationship but somehow the whole order finds out?
I just deleted all of my progress, and I’m ready to die.
Idk if you see responses to your asks unless I tag u so I'm tagging you @msmb
I believe the age gap between Remus and Tonks is ten years?
I put Trewlany in the order to add some spice
If i forget a member of the order: no the fuck i didn’t.
TW: stressed Sirius </3 fluff, mentions, of war, them making out cause it’s literally unavoidable. uuuh that's it.
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There was a war coming. A dangerous war against a dangerous man. Everyone was freaking the fuck out, especially Sirius. The boy he was supposed to be protecting was caught up in the middle of it all.
You were the best method of stress relief. Your y/h/c hair, soft skin, smell, taste, voice, laugh, everything about you made Sirius slow down, take deeper breaths. Sometimes you were the only way he could fall asleep.
But he was old, or so he thought, ‘I’m thirty fucking six, and she’s in her twenties. This is ridiculous. She can’t really love me,’ he’d think.
But time and time again, you proved him wrong. Showing him how much you loved him with every kiss, with every touch, with every word, with every breath. And he gave your love right back. You were there for him, and he was there for you.
As you were lying in bed, you turned to face him, “I want to tell them,” you said.
He pulled you close as he whispered, “I know you do, but what would Molly think? Or Remus? Or Harry? Hermione would flip her shit and Arthur-”
“Ok, ok, I get it,” you grumbled.
He made up for it by placing a kiss on your nose. He moved to your mouth, and one kiss turned to three, turned to four and five, as you made out. His beard tickled your chin, and his mustache brushed your cupid's bow. Your hands made their way to his hair. God, you loved it when it was long. Threading your fingers through it and pulling gently.
As he moved to your neck, and suddenly the tugging wasn't as gentle. Small gasps and mewls escaped your mouth. His hands rubbed your sides, slowly moving your shirt up your body. He was in no hurry, but you were.
“God, Sirius, please just touch me, baby. I love you so much,” you gasped.
“I love you too, y/n,” he whispered.
“My word!” Molly exclaimed, dropping her laundry basket.
“Molly, I am so sorry, just please don’t...tell,” you trailed off, seeing she had already left.
You turned to Sirius, “what do you think?” you asked.
“I think,” he began, “that she’s going to sit with Tonks after the kids have gone to bed. I think she’s going to get a little tipsy. I think she’s going to tell Tonks. And I firmly believe the whole Order will know by the end of tomorrow.” he said.
You smiled, “would that really be the worst thing in the world?”
He kissed you, “no, but the lectures will be.” he laughed.
You groaned, “I don’t wanna think about it.”
A knock on the door startled you both into sitting positions, “y-yes, come in,” you stuttered.
Fred opened the door, “Mum wants you downstairs for dinner, dunno why she didn’t tell you herself,” he smirked, “nice side part Sirius, please get rid of it as soon as possible it makes your face look asymmetrical.”
“oh my god, Fred and George are going to kill us,” you whispered after he left.
“what’s really scary was the side part you gave me on accident, never again y/n,” he smiled, nuzzling the side of your face affectionately.
“no, that tickles, hey! Quit it! I’m serious, oh don’t you dare,” you warned.
“hmm, I’m pretty damn sure that I’m Sirius,” he said, looking at you for a reaction.
You clenched your jaw before getting up and walking down the stairs. You and Sirius refused to look at Molly the entire time, and Molly did the same.
“I’m sensing an energy,” Trewlany began. You internally groaned. She closed her eyes and raised her hands above her head with her palms facing upward.
“A nervous energy between two, no! Three people. At this,” she pointed away from you, “end of the table,”
Hermione glowered at her.
“Hermione dear, I can feel that it is radiating off of you specifically from your heart,” she said.
She got up from her chair and put a hand over Hermione’s heart, “Ah, yes. So sad, so hopeless, and suddenly angry, whatever could have caused that?” Trelawny pondered.
“I’ll be back with black sage and crystals, dear. I can help you become at peace with the darkness inside yourself,” Trewlany said, walking away from the table.
“She is absolutely batshit,” Hermione whisper shouted.
“I dunno ‘mione she might be right,” Ron said, shrugging.
“Oh shut up, Ronald,” Hermione groaned.
“Hey, you two,” You said, pointing at them, “break it up. Now I’m feeling the negative energy too.”
Hermione rolled her eyes before going back to her food.
The rest of dinner was quiet until Trewlany shuffled into the room, “there, there, dear, I’ll fix it in a millisecond,”
You gave Hermione a glare. She clenched her jaw and let Trewlany get to “work.” A few minutes later, Hermione was “cleansed,” and dinner came to an end.
You and Sirius took a seat on the couch. He looked around before pressing a firm kiss to your lips which you returned gladly.
You both chuckled when you pulled apart.
“Sorry, just couldn’t resist,” he whispered.
“It is more than alright,” you whispered back.
Little did you know the youngest ginger girl residing in the house was watching with a hand clapped over her mouth.
She rushed upstairs, “Ronald, get out of my room. You’re such an asshole,” Hermione said.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender, “Oh hi Ginny,” he said.
As soon as he left, Ginny closed and locked the door.
“You’re never going to believe what I just saw,” she said, grinning.
“Well, go on,” Hermione said, obviously impatient, “spit it out!”
She took a deep breath, “I just saw y/n and Sirius snogging,” she gushed.
“No,” Hermione gasped, “You’re fucking with me!”
“y/n and Sirius?” George said, from behind the door. You looked down to see an extendable ear.
“George, what the fuck!” Hermione said.
“When Ginny ran up the stairs, I knew it was gonna be good, but this, this is amazing, this is priceless, this is- I gotta tell Fred,” he said, running away from the door.
“do not pester that poor girl, or I’ll hex you!” Hermione called after him.
“No promises!” he called back.
She turned to Ginny, “I think one of their only talents is eavesdropping” she nodded.
Meanwhile, in the boy’s shared room, Fred’s mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide.
“No!” Fred exclaimed, as George nodded, “But he’s so old!”
George elbowed him, “he’s not that old. He’s only...I have no clue how old he is, but he’s not old,”
“Oi, do you still have an extendable ear?” Fred asked.
“how do you think I heard it, dummy?” he said as Fred rolled his eyes.
Fred and George crept down the hall to your room. When they discovered you weren’t there, they crept up to Sirius’s room on the third floor. The ear wriggled under the door to hear soft voices.
“You have to be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen y/n. I am so lucky to have you. I have to be the luckiest man on earth,” he whispered into your ear.
“oh, hush,” you said, they could tell from just your voice that your cheeks were pink, “Besides, look at you. God, you’re fucking artwork, Sirius,” your hand ran up and down his chest.
The twins heard his lips press to your forehead. Of course, they had no idea it was your forehead. They could definitely tell when his lips hit yours. The kisses sounded wetter, and your laugh was muffled. They quickly pulled the ear back from under the door making disgusted faces at each other and shaking their heads.
You and Sirius fell asleep pretty quickly, Fred and George debated bleaching their ears, and Molly did, in fact, get drunk with Tonks. At breakfast, you and Sirius felt five new pairs of eyes on you.
‘what if I just kissed her right now?’ he thought, ‘in front of everyone.’
He shook it off, deciding against it. Towards the end of breakfast, he felt your hand squeeze his, bringing a smile to his face. After breakfast, you sat in the living room with Harry and Ron. It seemed that the only people who didn’t know were Ron, Harry, Remus, and Trelawny. You and Harry had always gotten along well. He saw you as a protector, someone to help and comfort him.
Your heart warmed every time he came to you for advice or just to vent. He was funny too. It was rare when no one laughed at his jokes. Ron liked you a lot also, mostly because Harry liked you and you “weren’t mean like Hermione,” Ginny and Hermione saw you as their best friend too. You had sleepovers at least once a week.
You were joyful and youthful, and everyone wanted to be near you. Even Fred and George would (rarely) avoid pranking you or ask for help. You didn’t get on as well with Tonks and Molly. Ever since Remus rejected her, she had been depressed. Now that she knew you were with Sirius and that the age gap between you two was the same as hers, there was a coldness in her tone. She may have even slightly resented you.
Molly was lovely but quite judgmental, and things were just...awkward. Arthur was kind, but you didn’t have any overlapping interests. And, to quote Hermione, Trelawny was “absolutely batshit,” You got on well with Remus, which always made Sirius smile.
Two ginger boys ran in being chased by a brunette and another ginger girl.
“Fred and George Weasley, don’t you dare!” Hermione said.
“Oh, we dare!” they said in unison.
They stopped in front of Harry and Ron.
“Boys, what are you-” you began.
“y/n and Sirius are snogging,” they said together. They were pretty damn good at it.
Harry was processing the new information very slowly and, well, we all know that look Ron gets when something confuses him. Then they turned to you and Sirius. He sat back on the couch with a small smirk while your eyes were wide with blush covering your cheeks.
“You look so cute like that, y’know,” he said, grabbing your chin to face him.
“Sirius,” you hissed.
“What? They all know,” he shrugged.
Much to his delight, your cheeks grew even warmer.
“So you're, ” Harry started; his reaction was the one you were most worried about, but a large smile graced his face, “y-youre gonna be like my godmother, right?”
You looked at Sirius who nodded, “yeah, yeah I am, ” you smiled.
Harry got up and hugged you, “hey, were not engaged or anything everyone calm down, ” you joked.
“Well actually y/n, ” Sirius smirked.
“Youre fucking joking,” you said.
“Yeah, I'm joking, but someday I won't be, ” he laughed.
Remus just leaned on the doorframe, watching this all go down. When everything calmed down, he walked through the room, stopping to pat Sirius on the back.
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Ok, msmb, I have a warning about the next request of yours I'm posting: it fucking sucks. I mixed fandoms with MHA because I have an obsession with a wrinkly psychopath and man who looks like burnt toast that I just needed to get out of my system. I will ONE HUNDRED PERCENT rewrite it for u love <3
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Bifur x F!Reader - Honey Cakes
Request by the lovely @ladylouoflothlorien: Bifur x fem!hobbit!reader. She's at Bag End when the company show up the first time for whatever reason and Bifur is kinda like 😍👀 and she also flirts w him a bit but like,,, he kinda doubts it? but he's also just a s h y boi. TIMESKIP to bifur - the axe and he goes to visit bilbo in the shire after botfa and she's there again >: )
I hope you enjoy it lovey!
“There’s nobody home!” Bilbo yelled as he heard a small knock on the door, already having enough of the dwarves who unexpectedly showed up at his home. “Go away and go bother someone else!” He yelled before swinging open the door, his angry expression immediately dropping.
“Oh my… Miss (Y/n),” Bilbo felt an apology pushing to the tip of his tongue as you looked back at him wide-eyed, a covered basket in your hands.
“H-hello Mr.Bilbo,” You grinned nervously, clenching the basket a little tighter. “I am sorry to interrupt if you have company,” You looked over his shoulder to see several dwarves gathered in the hallway to see who was at the door.
Bifur felt his heart skip a beat as you stood in the doorway, your hair down and natural, your dress fitting to your figure nicely as your cheeks began to darken with a nervous flush.
“Oh no, not interrupting anything at all, w-what can I do for you this evening?” Bilbo mentally kicked himself, he should’ve known his neighbors would have heard the commotion and come to ask about what a respectable hobbit such as himself was doing making such a ruckus.
“Well,” You began, a nervous laugh leaving you as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “I was expecting my cousins to come down from Thistlebrook, but they sent me a letter explaining that they will not be able to make it… “ You began to ramble slowly pulling back the small cloth covering your basket.
“I made too many honey cakes,” You got the point with a lopsided smile, “-and I know how much you love them.”
“Oh no, Miss (Y/n) I shouldn’t--”
“We can take ‘em” Bofur called from the back, his pipe to the side of his mouth. Dwarves never turn down additional food rations. Especially from cute hobbit lasses.
Bilbo stood aside, waving his hand out to invite you inside as you entered the warm hobbit hole.
“I am so glad, I would hate for them to go to waste!” Your smile was infectious as the dwarves couldn’t help but smile back at you, following you as you walked deeper into the hobbit hole to the dining room. Placing the basket on the table, you felt a hum leave your throat as you pulled out the carefully wrapped cakes. You were expecting to have over twenty family members coming over for a dinner party, which left you with far too many cakes.
Bifur began to sign in Iglishmêk, Bofur grinning as he realized what he was saying about the pretty hobbit. “Do you bake a lot?” Bofur asked, approaching you with Bifur on his heels.
“Ah, yes I do!” You turned to them with a smile, “I run a bakery in the town square,” You explained, grinning as Bifur already began to eat one with a curious expression.
Bofur hummed, leaning to whisper to you, “He’s got quite the sweet tooth.”
Nodding, your shy expression returned as he maintained eye contact while eating the sweet cake. “I’m assuming he likes it?” You asked Bofur who nodded, tapping on his pipe. “Very.”
Bifur gave you a wide grin after finishing it, causing you to grin back with a nervous laugh. “You have a nice smile,” The words came out before you could stop them, a flush spreading across your cheeks as you realized you said it out loud, Bifur’s eyes swimming in shock and something else that you couldn’t quite place.
“M-my apologies,” You ducked your head and turned from him, grabbing the basket to quickly make your exit.
“I hope you all enjoy the cakes!” You called out with a false confidence as you bid your farewells to Bilbo, nearly running out the door to not make a fool of yourself more than you already had.
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That was the last time you saw Bilbo and the Company of Dwarves, his house remaining empty for almost a full year before he returned, a chest of gold and a shield on his back being the only hints to his whereabouts.
Getting back all of his stuff was difficult, however, you managed to outbid several Sackville-Bagginses and were able to turn them back over to Bilbo as soon as he returned home.
The two of you sat by the fire, cups of tea warming what the fire could not. Bilbo captivated all of your thoughts with stories of trolls and dragons, a soft smile on your face as he retold the adventure he went on.
“After we escaped we had to quickly get to the wine barrels, it was the only way we could---”
Bilbo was cut off by the sound of the door.
“Expecting visitors?” You questioned, recalling the last time his door was knocked upon he ended up going on an adventure.
“Not really, no,” He answered, placing the cup of tea on the side table, rushing to answer the door.
You waited to hear sounds of the conversation, seeing if it were friends or inquiries of new adventures when you heard a loud cheer. “That sounds like…” Before you could finish your sentence, Bifur came through the door, a grin on his face.
“Badger!” You called out, a grin on your face.
Bifur tilted his head in confusion, “Badger?” He echoed, eyebrows quirked.
“Y-Your hair reminded me of a badger, the stripes of white... I never got your name last time a-and they’re my favorite animal,” You felt a blush rising on your cheeks as you stammered over your words, your gaze dropping to your lap.
“Wait--” You started, doing a double-take to get a good look at his face.
“Your ax? Wait, you are talking now?” Your confused tone made him chuckle as he took a seat across from you.
“Aye,” He grinned as he began to tell you the details of the Battle of the Five Armies, how with the help of his cousins he was able to get rid of the ax lodged in his head.
Bifur’s heart skipped a beat just like it did so long ago, the way the firelight made your eyes twinkle as you stared at him, enraptured with his story.
“After all of that, you came back to visit Bilbo?” You questioned, tucking your legs underneath you as you got more comfortable in the large armchair.
“Bilbo… And someone else,” Bifur’s smile widened as your blush returned.
“It was the honey cakes, wasn’t it?” You deadpanned.
Your mother always told you, the best way to a man’s heart was through their stomachs.
As you laid in Bifur’s arms, you smiled as you reminisced on how you two came together. Looking at his peaceful expression underneath the moonlight, you decided she was right.
Tucking your head into the crook of his neck, you sighed happily as you felt him tug you closer, the both of you slipping into the land of dreams.
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Chapter 3
Word spread fast in the institution after my fight with Harding. The few friendships I had grew stronger while I made a few more enemies. It appeared that two factions had been created: those who stood by Harding and those who stood by me. Billy and Taber had stood by me when people started to pick sides. Unless you were looking, the factions weren’t necessarily clear. But when we went into therapy sessions or the few of us went on a day trip, it was very clear. It was my first day trip since arriving at the institution and I kept close to Billy. Taber had taken on the role of my bodyguard. He would let us know if there was going to be any trouble from Harding or his group. This particular trip, we were at the zoo. We were allowed to walk around in pairs of two or three and Billy had paired with me right away. Taber tagged along to keep an eye out for us. Billy had dragged me to the polar bear enclosure.
“Of all things, why polar bears?” I laughed as Billy watched them in awe.
“Th-they’re p-p-pretty.” Billy said, a blush spreading on his cheeks. I gently nudged him and pulled on his sleeve.
“Come on.” I said, knowing exactly how to show him it shouldn’t be embarrassing about what animal he liked. “Let’s go see my favorite animal.” I took the lead as we entered the aquarium.
“W-w-what a-are w-we d-doing h-here?” Billy asked. I smiled as I led him past the fish, seals, sea lions, and whales. (Y-Y/N)?” he asked we entered the penguin enclosure.
“This is why we’re here.” I pointed at the group of penguins in front of a group of schoolkids.
“P-p-penguins?” Billy asked with a smile. I looked over my shoulder at Taber who was smiling at me as well. “Y-you l-like p-p-penguins?” I nodded, bringing my attention back to Billy.
“Yep.” I smiled. “Always have. They’re just too cute.” The kids moved away from the glass and i stepped up to take their place. I sat down as the penguins turned their attention to me. Looking up at Billy, I motioned for him to take a seat next to me. “I mean come on. Just look at how they walk!” Billy laughed as he sat down.
“Th-they l-look like like th-they a-are w-wearing t-t-tuxedos.” I laughed and nodded.
“Yeah they do.” I agreed.
“While this is fun, Harding’s coming.” Taber interrupted. Billy and I stood up before turning towards the exit. “When are we ever going to be rid of this guy?” Even though it was under his breath, I caught it.
“How about when the three of us get out of the institution?” I laughed, putting an arm around each boy’s neck.
“Y-you k-know th-tha isn’t isn’t g-going to h-happen a-anytime s-soon.” Billy shook his head as his arm went around my waist. Taber nodded in agreement as he put his arm around my shoulders.
“Guys,” I pulled them closer. “You forget who you are talking to.” I joked. Both of them broke out into massive grins. We left the aquarium and headed towards the food court. “Anyone got money for food?” Taber nodded and handed it to me. “What do you guys want?”
“Anything is fine by me.” Taber said. I nodded and looked at Billy expectantly.
“I’ll g-g-go w-with y-you.” I nodded as Taber went off to find us a table. “D-do y-you th-think H-h-harding is l-l-looking f-for us?” I watched as Billy pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit up.
“I don’t think so.” I shrugged. “I have a feeling he’s getting tired of this just as much as we are.” We got in line and I looked up at the menu.
“B-but d-don’t y-you th-think he’s he’s g-going t-to g-get N-nurse R-ratched on y-you?” I shook my head and shot Billy a small smile for his concern.
“Not really.” I looked back at the menu. “He can play all the games he wants but he knows in the end she won’t touch me and anyone who does will be in big trouble.” I turned back to Billy, having made my decision. “Especially if it gets out and it always gets out.”
“W-when y-you p-put it th-that w-way.” Billy chuckled and looked up at the menu. “C-could y-you o-order for for m-me?”
“Of course.” I nodded. “What you want?”
“H-hot d-dog.” Billy smiled as I nodded and stepped up to the window. While I placed my order, Billy looked over his shoulder at Taber. I smiled at the person behind the counter and took my change.
“Come on.” I tugged Billy’s sleeve to get his attention and moved over to the pick up window. I leaned against the counter as I watched Billy smoke. It was a quiet wait for our food before we took it back to where Taber was sitting. “So what now?” I asked as we sat eating. Taber and Billy exchanged looks. “We have an hour left guys. Where are we gonna go?”
“How about the lions?” Taber suggested. I looked over at Billy who nodded.
“Sounds good.” We finished up our food before heading over to the lions. Taber walked up to the glass and busied himself with watching them. Billy and I hung back, nervous that Harding might show up and start something. “Everything ok Billy?” He looked up at me from staring at his shoes.
“O-of c-course.” He said, eyes wide and slightly nervous.
“Well you were taking a mighty big interest in your shoes there.” I shrugged as I pointed at his shoes. “Figured there might be something on your mind.” Billy nodded as he ducked his head again. “You know you can tell me anything Billy. Any secret is safe with me.”
“I-i l-l-like y-you.” Billy mumbled out. “I l-l-l-like y-y-you a l-l-lot.” He kept looking at his shoes while I stared at him in shock. The weight of what he had just said hit me like a truck and I couldn’t stop the smile from forming on my face or keep the joy out of my voice.
“That’s great.” I finally responded. Billy’s head shot up and his eyes widened. “I like you too.” Billy looked at me like I was going to pull the rug out from under him any minute.
“Y-you’re j-j-just s-saying th-that.” His stutter was getting worse and I quickly reached out and grabbed his hands. Neither of us noticed that Taber was watching our interaction with a smile on his face. “J-just f-f-forget I s-s-said a-any-anything.”
“Billy, I’m being dead serious.” I pulled him close. “I like you too.” Billy looked at me, relief washing over his face as he locked eyes with me. “This is for real Billy. I like you. You like me. And we’re confessing in front of the lions at a zoo.” A fit of laughter came over me as I hugged Billy as tightly as I could.
“I-it’s b-b-better th-than in f-front of N-n-nurse R-ratched.” Billy said as he put his chin on the top of my head. “I w-would n-never m-make it it o-out of th-that.” He hugged me tighter. “I sh-sh-shudder to th-think w-what sh-she w-would tell tell my m-m-mother.” I looked up at Billy and shook my head.
“Don’t worry about them Billy.” I assured him. “I’ll protect you.” Billy nodded as he looked down at me and finally allowed a real smile to appear on his face. “I promise.”
“S-sounds g-good.” Taber clapping brought us out of our little world.
“Finally.” He said as he hugged the two of us. “There were bets on when the two of you would finally admit there was something more there than just friendship.” The three of us started the trek back to the front of the zoo where the bus was waiting to take us back to the institution. “Looks like I just won.” Billy and I laughed at Taber as we reached the gates.
“G-glad w-we c-could h-help.” Billy said as he followed Taber onto the bus. I laughed as I took my seat next to Billy. As we settled in for the long ride back, I leaned against Billy and closed my eyes. With Billy’s arm around me and his chin on top of my head, I drifted off to sleep.
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Uhh can I ask for BBC Sherlock fic recs? (Preferably friendship and/or familial fics, but romance is okay too)
Ooohh boy are you in for a list. I know you asked this like, at the start of quarantine or at sometime where I decided that I was no longer interested in communicating with the wider world, but hopefully this will still be of interest to you?
Throughout 2018 I did very little writing because I was busy consuming everything offered by the Sherlock fandom produced over 7-8 years. I definitely read well into the millions of words. A lot of them were from specific collections on both ff.net and AO3. I recommend looking in “collections” on ff.net in particular (as I still can’t really figure out how collections work on AO3 and how to find them easily... it’s really easy to find them on ff.net).
To my knowledge, these are all complete.
If there is any romance tagged here, it’s because it’s really, really fucking good as romance is my least favorite genre. I cannot remember all of them, but there’s a lot of angst, definitely humour, and definitely some great canonical bits. Also whumpy ones that are either really really good or a bit ridiculous but there you go.
It’s long, so under a cut. If the cut doesn’t work, I have tagged it as well.
From ff.net (alphabetical order) - NOTE: I did NOT include anything from the authors I recommended because the list was already too freaking long! But be sure to check out the authors, you can sort by “category” on ff.net on their author page and then go down to “Sherlock” to find their works:
Anything by A Wandering Minstrel (sooooo many genres)
Most anything by chappysmom (tons of genres, some are excellent, some I could take or leave, overall good stuff)
Most anything by Dayja (she writes in a ton of genres, so some I *adore* while others aren’t my cup of tea, but overall good stuff)
Anything by Gwen's Blue Box if you want angst up the wazoo.
Anything by ivywatcher for fantastic character studies.
Most anything by Jennistar1 (another multi-genre writer, both friendship and slashfic)
Anything by Radon65 - a mix of stuff. Canon IIRC.
Anything by Richefic for good, canon-friendly gap-fillers
Anything by StillWaters1 for good, canon-friendly gap-fillers
A Brief Account Of Life With Zombies by Silver Pard
Sherlock thinks it's all a bit of a nuisance, John is having the time of his life, and Mycroft is Not Impressed. With anything, but mostly his minions' inability to provide a good cup of tea.
Rated: T - English - Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,384 - Complete
A House is not a Home by selenityshiroi
This is a prompt fill from the LJ Fic Meme. John and Sherlock got a flat share because they needed to split the rent. But when John comes into money, people wonder 'why hasn't he found a place of his own' The actual prompt is inside the story
Rated: T - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 8,190 - John W., Sherlock H. - Complete
Annie's Song by Berouge
She has a second engagement with a man and his violin, in the park, at night. Sherlock's not going for it! ONESHOT!
Rated: K - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 8,869 - Sherlock H., Molly Hooper - Complete
Basic Training by chai4anne
Summary: A death at a boys' school leads to conflict and revelations among Lestrade's team, Sherlock, and John. Set between "The Hounds of Baskerville" and "The Reichenbach Fall." No slash.
Rated: T - English - Mystery/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 10,851 - Sherlock H., John W., DI Lestrade, Sgt. S. Donavan - Complete
Breaking Point by Haelia
When Sherlock and Donovan are abducted and Sherlock is grievously wounded, it is up to Donovan to get them both out. "First things first, Freak. You do not give me orders. You are going to do everything I tell you to," Sally said sharply, "because we are getting out of here." Can they both escape with their lives from the most dangerous gang in London?
Rated: T - English - Mystery/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 3 - Words: 14,401 - Sgt. S. Donavan, Sherlock H. - Complete
Firestorm by Dustbunny13
Sherlock returns, but his friendship with John is damaged. Nevertheless, they embark on their final hunt to finish off Moriarty's net, but it ends in a catastrophe: Sherlock is shot and lapses into a coma. As John keeps vigil, he reads Sherlock's diary written during the hiatus. Slowly, he begins to understand and finds himself wishing for another miracle. Completed.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Adventure - Chapters: 53 - Words: 133,754 - Complete
NOTE: Probably my favorite novel-length multi-chapter you find only on ff.net for this fandom.
How To Accidentally Summon a Demon by patster223
Sherlock is possessed by a demon. A damned, wicked soul that uses the kitchen table for blood rituals and experiments. John doesn't even notice the difference.
Rated: K+ - English - Supernatural/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,411 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete
Kidnapped! A Comedy by scuttlesworth
Poor kidnappers. Kidnapping John Watson is like pulling on a thread tied to all sorts of crazy. It's enough to make a bloke get a job and go straight.
Rated: T - English - Humor/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 10,758 - John W. - Complete
Mobile Phones, Rubble and Shock by prettybirdy979
In the aftermath of the explosion, Lestrade must work to keep Sherlock Holmes alive and make sense of his communications... with only a mobile phone and Sherlock buried under the rubble of the pool.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,679 - Sherlock H., DI Lestrade - Complete
Mouth of Babes by Morgan Stuart
Several weeks after the explosion at the pool following "The Great Game" episode, Lestrade visits the recuperating Sherlock and John at 221B Baker Street. He brings case files and food... and a visitor in tow.
Rated: K - English - Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,495 - Sherlock H., DI Lestrade - Complete
NOTE: This is a whole series. If you like it, look up the rest under the author. It’s super cute.
Of Surgeons and Soldiers by EmRose92
Being a doctor has its advantages. He knows how to put people back together, and he knows how to take them apart. 221B is forced into a hostage situation, and John seems to be the only one who has the power to get them out of it. Includes BAMF John, protective Sherlock, and several unfortunate criminals who mess with the wrong army doctor. No slash.
Rated: K+ - English - Adventure/Family - Chapters: 2 - Words: 9,695 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete
The Empty Home by chai4anne
Sherlock would always be haunted by memories of one particular case. The first body, its once-so-familiar features blurred by the passing of time and death, moved him more than he would ever have expected. But the worst was the skeleton he uncovered later, bits of hair and clothes still clinging to it—which had no effect on him whatever, until he looked up and saw John's face.
Rated: T - English - Mystery/Suspense - Chapters: 28 - Words: 150,773 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete
The frigid trench by Nova-chan
Sherlock is badly hurt. And alone. And incapacitated.
Rated: T - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 15 - Words: 13,118 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete
The Hand You're Dealt by Lady Sam Mallory
Sherlock, John and several others are trapped in a building when an explosion disrupts the crime scene they are working. COMPLETE.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 12,092 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete
The Secret Identity of John Watson by scifigrl47
Taken out of context, John Watson leads a terrifying life. You have to wonder what those poor women he dates thinks of it, especially if John decides to try keeping one away from Sherlock, and Sherlock decides that it'd be best if he could get rid of her
Rated: T - English - Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 29,251 - John W., Sherlock H. - Complete
This Is What He Does For Fun by nyssa123
Sherlock and John go to the pub after a long day and Sherlock realizes that the man sitting next to them is a serial killer. He then proceeds to tell everyone how he knows. Written for a prompt on the LJ kinkmeme.
Rated: K+ - English - Humor/Mystery - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,147 - John W., Sherlock H. - Complete
Totem by IshkabibbleScribble
Rescuing Sherlock from the clutches of a violent terrorist cell forces John to rely on a long-unused, lethal skill.
Rated: T - English - Friendship/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 8,752 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete
War Wound by SoulfireInc
Set sometime after Sherlock's return, before John's wedding to Mary Mortsan. An old comrade of John's arrives at 221B Baker St, scared and desperate for the consulting detective's help. Perhaps, had Sherlock known the consequences he and John would suffer as a result of this surprise encounter, he never would have accepted the case ... [Written before season three aired.]
Rated: K+ - English - Drama/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 21,319 - Sherlock H., John W., DI Lestrade, OC - Complete
From AO3 (alphabetical order) - NOTE: Just like the ff.net list, I did NOT include anything from the authors I recommended because these lists are just ginormous.
NOTE: I did *not* include warnings, pairings, etc in these summaries (too many tags to try and organize in the messy copy/pastes). Read the tags if you have any sensitivities/squicks/etc for all links!
Most anything by CaffieneKitty (over 100 shorts, so some I really love, others I can pass. Well worth checking out)
Anything by dragonnan if you want a huge wallop of angst. Also illustrations. Also writes in the MCU.
Anything by Jolie_Black (You thought stories written in script could only be bad? You thought WRONG. Very very canon-compliant goodness).
Anything by sgam76 (another multi-genre writer)
A Freak Adventure by dioscureantwins
Words: 13,719 Chapters: 1/1 Teen And Up Audiences
Sherlock Holmes Sally Donovan John Watson Mrs. Hudson
Oh Christ, the Freak will be like a dog with two tails if she turns to him for assistance. Sally can feel her hands curling into fists ready to punch the condescending smirk off his face as she glares at the lift panel, willing the lift to go faster. But this is about Susy, Sally tells herself, not about him or Sally’s abhorrence of the atrocious git. She’s still convinced he gets off on it but he can wank himself into a stupor over Susy’s disappearance for all she cares as long as he finds her.
A Smelly Affair by dioscureantwins
Words: 13,756 Chapters: 1/1 General Audiences
Sherlock Holmes John Watson Mrs Hudson Greg Lestrade Molly Hooper Anthea Mycroft Holmes
Sherlock had published an interesting thesis on the splintering of various woods on his website. As well as an equally fascinating treatise on different types of ropes and knots and the best techniques for securing someone. Obviously, his captors had followed those instructions to the letter; thereby disproving John’s theory nobody took notice of Sherlock’s website. A victory, perhaps, but one Sherlock felt he could have done without. Trust his readership to turn the tables on the author. Morons.
Constantly by thesignsofserbia
Words: 4,530 Chapters: 1/1 Mature
Sherlock Holmes Mycroft Holmes
Mycroft and Sherlock have a tenuous relationship at best, but with Sherlock taking down Moriarty's web, they might need each other more than they'd care to admit.
Croatia-Water-Blue by hollyesque
Words: 12,117 Chapters: 1/1 Not Rated
Sherlock Holmes John Watson Mycroft Holmes
“I…” John licks his lips, twitches his fingers as though he wants to reach out, “I’m here, Sherlock,” he says; “I know I haven’t been, but…but I am now.”
Sherlock wrinkles his nose. Haven’t been—? “What on earth do you mean, you haven’t been here?” he asks, “You’ve been living here.”
Getting to Know You by Dimity Blue (Arnie)
Words: 4,605 Chapters: 1/1 General Audiences
Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley Sherlock Holmes John Watson Mycroft Holmes
John picked up the kettle. "Nothing from Lestrade?"Sherlock flipped himself over on the sofa and presented John with his back; John sometimes felt he was living with a cat.Clicking the switch on the kettle, John grinned to himself and, keeping his tone casual, said, "Maybe you could send him an owl."There was silence for a few seconds, then Sherlock asked, "Why would I send him an owl?"
Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus by CaitlinFairchild
Words: 4,572 Chapters: 1/1 Teen And Up Audiences
Sherlock Holmes Mycroft Holmes John Watson
Closing his eyes, Sherlock allows himself a brief swell of feeling--let’s not put a name on it, just call it a feeling--for his big brother. He knows that when Mycroft opens that steel door again, every man now inside will be a fresh corpse.The East Wind will take them all, Sherlock thinks fuzzily, before the curtain of sleep descends.
London Orbital by merripestin
Words: 13,642 Chapters: 1/1 General Audiences
Greg Lestrade Sally Donovan Sherlock Holmes John Watson
"I'm driving first," Sally said. "Guv can take over after me. If we're all still mad enough to be at this after that, John can drive third shift. Then the freak, if we decide we can risk it.""John doesn't drive," said Sherlock."Then what's John along for?" Sally protested. Which Greg reckoned had to be just Sally trying to wind Sherlock up. She knew better. All night in a car with Sherlock was bad enough. All night driving round and round the M25 looking for a killer, with Sherlock deprived of John Watson, sounded like a new circle of hell.
Official Recruiter by Captain_Author
Words: 49,469 Chapters: 21/21 General Audiences
Clint Barton Phil Coulson Sherlock Holmes John Watson Stephen Strange
Crimes were so simple before aliens, gods, and supernatural abilities made themselves known. But Sherlock Holmes never enjoyed simple and these inhumans and mutants provided quite a challenge. SHIELD needed someone to find the superpowered. Funny how both their needs can be met.
Rigging screws, size 1 3/8 inch, galvanised by AJHall
Words: 15,250 Chapters: 6/6 Teen And Up Audiences
Sherlock Holmes John Watson
"How's a woman supposed to prove her husband's a murderer, dammit?" On the eve of a planned voyage to Brittany, Marjorie Jameson starts her day with no problems more pressing than forcing a boatyard to do an emergency repair to the family yacht. A chance encounter at the Cowes hi-speed ferry terminal begins to unravel a web of conspiracy and murder, with her charming, untrustworthy husband Julian right at the centre and Marjorie as the next intended victim.But no-one's going to trust the word of an aging housewife whose complaints of abuse the police have previously dismissed as delusions.
Somewhere in the Dinaric Alps by drpepperdiva91
Words: 1,735 Chapters: 1/1 General Audiences
Sherlock Holmes John Watson
Sherlock is caught off-guard by a flashback to his time in Serbia, just before John arrives home from work. Sweet, but still semi-realistic, hurt/comfort.
The Case of the Missing Bus Ticket by Unsentimentalf
Words: 10,543 Chapters: 1/1 General Audiences
Dirk Gently Sherlock Holmes Richard MacDuff John Watson Mycroft Holmes
When Dirk and Richard's new client inexplicably fails to stay alive long enough to pay them, their ailing finances mean that a certain amount of subterfuge is required to get them back to London. The sudden death of their client has, however, attracted the attention of another rather more famous (if less holistic) detective and the stage is set for a long distance bus ride of suspense…
The Green Blade by verityburns
Words: 72,929 Chapters: 15/15 Teen And Up Audiences
Sherlock Holmes John Watson Lestrade (Inspector) Mycroft Holmes Sally Donovan Anderson (Sherlock) Mrs. Hudson
As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit... WARNING: COMMENTS CONTAIN SPOILERS!
The Holiday by Scriblit
Words: 18,962 Chapters: 9/9 Mature
Sherlock Holmes John Watson Mycroft Holmes Mrs. Hudson Greg Lestrade Molly Hooper Mary Morstan ACD Canon Characters
A month following an horrific, sadistic attack during a case, Sherlock is still physically incapacitated and emotionally damaged. A holiday is suggested, but even stuck out in the middle of nowhere, he and John happen upon a case that could make Sherlock begin to feel like his old self again - or could kill him.BBC Sherlock Reworking of ACD's Devil's Foot, with Illustrious Client in flashbacks. Scenes of violence and implied "off screen" sexual violence/sexual assault.
The Shallow End by hollyesque
Words: 6,923 Chapters: 1/1 Teen And Up Audiences
Sherlock Holmes John Watson Mycroft Holmes
"I told you once that I don't have friends," he says to John's back, "Now you know why."
The Silence of the Bees by trappedinathoughtbubble
Words: 14,169 Chapters: 7/? Mature
Sherlock Holmes John Watson Mary Morstan Mary Watson Greg Lestrade Mycroft Holmes
A kidnapped teenage girl. A political conspiracy. Bees. And somehow in the midst of it all, John learns a few things Sherlock forgot to mention about those two years.
Note: Not completed, but the author's around and one of the sweetest people ever if you want to give encouragement to take a look again at this story!
The Triple Bluff by SarahKnight
Words: 28,331 Chapters: 8/8 Mature
Sherlock Holmes Greg Lestrade Mycroft Holmes Sally Donovan Philip Anderson
Sherlock annoys his landlord at Montague street, grows to hate Donovan and gets into trouble a lot on a kidnapping case involving a woman who bullied him as a child.The events leading up to A Study In Pink. A case fic that answers questions from the first episode such as why Sherlock had to leave Montague Street and find a new flatmate, why he and Lestrade both quit smoking but didn't know the other had, why there's so much animosity between Sherlock and Donovan, and why Sherlock hates traveling in a police car.
Welcome Home by thesignsofserbia
Words: 3,435 Chapters: 1/1 Teen And Up Audiences
Sherlock Holmes John Watson Mrs. Hudson Mycroft Holmes
"All my nightmares escaped my head. Bar the door, please don’t let them in. You were never supposed to leave. Now my head's splitting at the seams."
And of course I have my own Sherlock/Doctor Strange crossover up on AO3 if that tickles your fancy, illustrations and all. :D
But if you haven’t delved deep into the fandom, this should tide you over for some time.
This list is by no means an exhaustive list of recs. I didn’t really include anything that concentrated on a romantic pairing, for instance. I left off anything explicit as well. But yeah, here’s a small amount of the overall goodness produced by the BBC Sherlock fandom over the last 10 years.
#neutronstardust13#long post#bbc sherlock#fic rec#sherlock holmes#john watson#gen fic#genre: humor#genre: angst#genre: fluff#crossover#greg lestrade#mycroft holmes#martha hudson#ask#answered
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Love, Me: Prologue
Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Warnings: Alcoholism, death, bad coping mechanisms
Words: 1,200
A/N: It's hereee!!! I'm excited! This part is relatively short, but it'll be longer next time, I promise. As for the Moodboard, I'm still working on it. Can't find a good combination of pictures😅
Edit: After a few hours, I finally got the Moodboard done!!! I hope y'all like it❤️
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“Uhm, hi. I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” Shakily, he holds out his hand for you to shake. He seems nervous, and he is. I mean, you would be too if you met the daughter of Tony Stark. Well, that is, if you’re not already the daughter of Tony Stark.
Smirking at the boy who— you can tell— is buzzing with excitement, you hold out your hand as well. Shaking his hand, you introduced yourself, but he beat you to it.
“I-uh, I know who you are actually. Mr. Stark told me about you a-and I hear about you in the internet. Y-Y/N Stark, right?” You hum in agreement, laughing slightly when he realized that he was still holding your hand and retracted it.
You decided to ignore his blushing cheeks entirely though, for his sake.
“Peter Parker, you’re that Spider guy, right?” Still, you retain that classic Stark smirk on your face. Proud of yourself for making him blush a little more.
“It’s Spider-Man” looking down as he mumbles.
“Well Spidey, I can tell you’re an interesting guy. Dad told me you had some prototypes for your suit you want help with?”
He looks up and his face lights up at your comment, looking a bit relieved that you didn’t point out his awkwardness. “Uh, y-yeah I do. C-Can we go use your lab or something? I-if you d-don’t mind I m-mean. If y-you even have a la—” giggling, you cut of his rambling.
“Yup! I do have a lab, and yes, we can use it.”
Just as you’re about to take him to your lab, your dad enters. Smiling when he sees that you’ve already introduced yourselves to each other.
“Ah! I see you’ve met my daughter, Underoos. How’re you getting along so far?”
“W-We’re good, M-mr. Stark.”
“Yeah, I was just about to take him to my lab to check out the prototypes.”
His smile widens at the thought of his two favorite kids getting along. Especially at the thought of you, finally having a friend your age.
“Well Peter, I need to talk to my daughter for a bit. Just go straight ahead and to your left, you’ll see her lab. You can’t miss it. Friday will unlock it for you,”
“O-kay. Th-thanks Mr. Stark.”
“No problem, kid.”
While Peter walks away, stands beside you and leans closer. “How do you like him so far?”
Grinning, you shrug.
“To be honest, he’s great. I think he’s cute.”
Those are the times you treasure most. You wish it could’ve stayed like that. Before all of it happened.
The stones, the snap, then the war. Those five years you lost that you can never get back. The time you could’ve spent with your father before he ultimately sacrificed himself for the good of the universe.
Everyone feels like they’re waking up from a deep sleep. Like they’re being pulled out from the void, mostly because they practically are.
It isn’t long until Strange told everyone what is actually happening, and why they need to get to the compound— or at least, what’s left of it.
After he told everyone how long it’s been, that’s where the panic struck. You got this weird feeling in your gut that something bad is about to happen.
And you were right. Because now, you’re standing in front of your very injured father. Pleading— begging— for him to pull through.
“H-hey, dad? I-it's me, Y-Y/N. I’m back, you did it. You saved us. I—” You can’t take it anymore as your legs turn to jelly and you fall down, hugging your dad before it’s too late. Telling him how much you love him, how you always will, like your life depended on it, because it probably does. “I l—love you, dad. Please don’t go” you hug him tighter, somehow trying to keep him alive.
“Hey, m-mr. Stark? Y-You did I-it. We won. We won mr. Stark” You don’t think your heart could possibly break even more, until you see Peter. Hands holding Tony’s chest plate, crying just like you. Each and every person that’s there, has their heart breaking for the two kids in front of them.
Tony doesn’t say a word. Even when Pepper talked to him. You all but hear him say, “Hey Pep.” and flash one last small smile before his arc reactor shut off and he drifted off to sleep.
You weren’t usually like this. You never wanted to be like this, but after all the nightmares and the panic attacks, you didn’t know what to do.
So, you turned to alcohol. Trying to numb yourself as everybody else talk to each other while grieving. You were always the one to cheer them up. You never wanted to look weak in front of them, so you decide to suffer alone.
You don’t want to be a burden to anyone.
Right now, in your room, you look at the pictures of you and your dad, as well as the ones with Steve and Natasha in them.
You clutch onto the frame with the picture of you and your dad in it, walking towards your desk and chugging down a bottle of red wine. Yes, you’re hurting, but you don’t want anyone to see that. They’re hurting as well. Especially Peter.
Peter. God, you miss Peter. Your father’s death has caused a big wedge in your relationship, but luckily, you know you both will be able to go through this. You just need to talk to him.
Putting the bottle and the picture frame down, you grab a towel and prepare to go to the bathroom. You miss the times when Peter would have to tackle you so you could stay in bed with him.
You’ve texted him, and he’s texted you.
But it’s not the same.
No routine I love you’s or good morning’s anymore. Just plain texts to see how each other’s doing. You haven’t seen each other for a while since your father’s death, but you know it’s alright.
You just have to open up to them. To the remaining Avengers, and Peter. You need to be better for them, because you can’t let yourself push them away.
Tony wouldn’t want you to do that. Natasha or Steve wouldn’t either.
So, with all the strength you could muster up, you message Peter before entering the bathroom.
N/N😘❤️: Hey Pete. I want to talk to you about something. Wanna meet up later around 8:00 at my room?
Pacing around the room, you try to calm yourself down while waiting for a reply.
But ultimately, you decide to clean your room. Hiding the bottles and sobering yourself up before taking a shower and brushing your teeth.
The warm water immediately calming your nerves and brushing your teeth, ridding you of your alcoholic smell.
Even though you’re eventually going to tell Peter about this, you don’t want him to see you messed up.
As you get out of the shower, you hear your phone ring, notifying you of a text message.
Spidey🕷️💕: But Ned and I are going to MJ’s to hang out. Maybe next time? Really Sorry.
N/N😘❤️: It’s fine. I’ll just tell you next time. Have fun :)
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“Shag or Die” or “Amnesia”
Amnesia
- I don't read it often... It's too much angst for me usually but the ones I read were good so!
- Technically I've kinda already written it? Cause at the end of Chasing Stars MC loses their memory of their week and a half with Mammon and the rest of the story would progress with the game's canon storyline (if you were focussing on romancing Mammon) but now with a bit more backstory to why Mammon is a tsundere & ends up falling for MC so fast all while MC is absolutely clueless
Shag or Die
- not really my cuppa? I've read some but when they focus on the 'Shag' part entirely, specially if the pairing isn't already established, it makes me kind of uncomfortable?
-I would write it though! But I'd probably focus more on the hurt/comfort part;
So i did an outline/summary thing for the Shag or Die one. It's not a proper fic & that's why the punctuation is wack
NSFW-ish. Nothing graphic just you know dicks are implied to be in existence
Mammon gets cursed by the witches (because of course he does) and even he knows what that sharp pain is. The one that makes his face flush and his body too hot and makes him want to rip his clothes off. He sees the satisfied glint in their eyes and it has him running, tripping over himself to get home and rid himself of the itch.
At first he locks himself in his room with no real problem. Sure his body is burning up and his breath is coming out in pants and he is aching and he's stumbling to his bed. Tearing off his clothes and whining loudly when he gets a hand around himself. It's just an itch that's all.
Except hours later he's still withering on the bed, his skin fever hot and his eyes clouded over and it hurts now. That sharp sudden pain is now a constant tight thing that's knotted at the centre of his chest and that makes each breath an effort and a part of him is panicking, cursing his pride for not letting him go to Lucifer in the beginning and ask if he could lift it. He hadn't wanted this to be seen as another disappointment, hadn't wanted to give his brothers another reason to make fun of him, hadn't wanted them to feel disgusted. But now. Now he slides under his damp covers and reaches for his D.D.D. dialing Lucifer's number. He hears the familiar snap of Lucifer's voice asking him what he did this time. "Please," he whispers, voice rough. And then he hears the dial tone.
Lucifer's storming into his room in seconds, demon form out and teeth bared, eyes scanning the room before they land on Mammon. His nose immediately scrunches up at the smell but that doesn't stop him from marching up to Mammon's bed and asking him "What exactly did you do this time." His tone is harsh but his hand is gentle and pleasantly cool when he places it on Mammon's burning forehead.
"Witches. Hurts," Mammon mumbles and Lucifer is swearing under his breath and then muttering rapid fire words for a counter curse, the warmth of his magic pulsing through Mammon but when it finally disperses Lucifer is left frowning and Mammon feels no different. If anything the pain in his chest has coiled around his heart, squeezing tightly. He curls up into a ball, tearless sobs leaving him
"I'm getting Satan. One of his books might have something."
"D-don't tell the others... They'll-"
"I won't."
And Mammon's eyes are squeezing shut trying to fight against the urge, the itch, the pain.
Gentle fingers run through his sweat soaked hair and then the door closes.
Satan doesn't find anything and is desperately fighting against his inner urge to tag along, when Lucifer suggests hunting down the witches and making them reverse it, to instead try to be the rational one. "It'll take too long and we don't even know if it can be reversed. We should tell Asmo. He'd be able to find someone who'd be willing to - if he doesn't he'll d-"
"I know."
They knock on the door loudly before entering, Mammon's trembling, eyes out of focus and clutching at his chest with clawed hands.
Lucifer rearranges the sheets from where they have slipped down to his waist while Satan holds a bottle of water to his mouth. They tell him the plan. And then a sudden flash of clarity is snapping into his eyes and he's struggling up and absolutely refusing. When Satan asks why, stressing the importance of it he's flushing some more and averting their eyes, playing with a loose thread from his blankets.
Satan huffs, "Unbelievable."
Lucifer looks like he's about to pop out another wrath baby.
His shoulders are hunching under their combined look and he's saying to his lap, "I can't - they - I couldn't do that to them - I don't wanna - "
"Are you even together. Do they even know how you feel. Is it reciprocated." Lucifer's snapping, face drawn in anger
"Maybe we could ask them..." Satan says quietly
"NO!"
"Why not."
He looks away, he can't bring himself to look Satan in the eye
"They'll do it you know."
" 'Course they will. H-have ya met them? They'd do it coz they'd have no choice. I can't - I can't do that to them"
Then Satan's losing his cool, yelling at Mammon & trying to make him see reason. When Mammon eventually gets dragged under another wave Lucifer sends Satan away to try and find anymore information and then he leaves to meet their resident human
He knocks and the door is flung open almost immediately. The human looks like a mess. Their hair is sticking up like they've spent hours running their hands through it, their eyes are wide and their face looks ashen
"Something's wrong, I've been trying to get to Mammon but he's not replying and his pact mark has been acting up for hours," they show him the glowing mark, "it's burning and flickering,,,,he went to see the witches and I didn't want to tell you at first but I think something's wrong we need to go check maybe something h-"
He cuts them off when it looks like they're gonna work themself up again, he makes them sit down and relays the whole situation to them. Their face is blank and stony during the whole of it.
"Right. I'll do it." They nod already rising from the bed
He shakes his head and tells them the rest of it .
And they're snorting. "Idiot" they say but it sounds fond. "Of course I'd try to help no matter who it was but - that's - I don't think - I mean I wouldn't sleep with - Mammon's the only on-"
He cuts off their flustered fumbling "understood"
They are nodding again "Guess I should get some stuff" and Lucifer's practically vaulting off the bed he had been sitting on, "Very well, I'll be in my study then. Drinking. I need to forget this whole conversation ever happened"
When they do go to Mammon's room he's tangled up in the sheets, shivering and panting, cheeks tear stained. Every once in a while he'll wince and curl into a tighter ball while clutching his chest. They damm near sprint to him, collapsing on their knees by his head and cupping his face in their hands and moving his head so he'd look at them. When he does see them he's growling, cursing Lucifer, telling them they don't have to do this and apologising. And they're calling him an idiot and pressing their forehead to his and telling him how much they love him, how they'd do anything to make sure he isn't hurting, to make sure he's safe, how they'd go out immediately and find someone, anyone who he wanted to sleep with, how they'd find and drag the witches back here themself so that they can reverse this, just so that he wouldn't be hurting.
His claws are digging into the skin at their wrists, "love?" There's something desperate in his tone
"Love. I've been in love with you for so long now Mammon, I don't, I don't know when it started but in the game. In Levi's dating sim when I told you the answer to that question and when you smiled, I just - I've never wanted to suck a dick so badly before."
They feel his soft embarrassed laughter against their neck as he tucks his face into them. He feels the pact mark on their right palm brush along his bare back. The warmth of it spreads along him, pushing back some of the haze surrounding him
"I saw you smile and I wanted to spend the rest of time making you smile like that."
He presses closer to them, "At Diavolo's castle. When - ah - w-when we were runnin' from the mutt,,, Ya took my hand. Trusted m-me. I wanted to keep protecting ya. Keep ya safe."
"You do. You do keep me safe, now let me return the favour. I'll go, get someone - "
"You. 's you. Always has been."
They're pulling back from him, looking him in the eyes, that shine a bit clearer since they got here. "Can I kiss y-"
His hand is curling around a fistful of their hoodie and dragging them towards him. Their mouths smash together and their teeth click painfully but they're shifting adjusting their angle and kissing him back just as urgently. He throws a leg over them and grinds up into them, a low whine building up in his throat. They nip and lick down his body while their hand reaches between his legs. They'll be gentle and fast, they'll work him through this and whisper words of love and praise while they do. They'll take away the pain and when they're done, when there's nothing eating away at him anymore they'll hold him and run their fingers through his hair the way he likes. They'll give him his favourite snacks and the chilled water they brought with them, they'll use the oil they brought to diligently massage the aches out of his muscles, they'll tell him they love him and kiss him sweetly, they'll bundle him up and sleep curled up with him, they'll rinse and repeat all those steps until he no longer feels like his body is tearing itself apart. And when he's better, when he's back to being the loud, energetic asshole they are in love with. Then. Then they'll make him scream.
#asks#answers#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me mammon#mammon x mc#mammon x reader#obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me#swd mammon#om! mammon#ask meme#ask game
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Publisher Nippon Ichi Software and developer Daisyworld have released new information and screenshots for yuri visual novel Kochira, Haha Naru Hoshi Yori introducing survival life in Ikebukuro and the girls’ relationships.
Get the details below.
■ Explore the City of Ikebukuro
Where should we go today?
Living in an uninhabited Ikebukuro can be quite difficult. Not only do you need to eat, you also need a bed to sleep comfortably and a bath to wash yourself.
Kanako and company will improve the quality of their survival life by making beds from cut bamboo and running bath water into barrels.
—If you want bamboo, go to the bamboo thicket. Or if you need tools, go to the department store. Kanako and company will head to various locations to find the things they want.
—Cut bamboo to make a bed!
■ Girls Who Work Together
We’re not alone! If we stick together, we’ll be alright!
During their survival life, the girls will split up into groups to handle their work.
While it may feel a little lonely that everyone cannot stay together at all times, the girls will help each other out and pave the path forward.
—Akira and company split up into two groups: a dissection group to take care of the deer, and a preparation group to find food utensils.
—A barricade blocks the girls from getting into a department store, which carries tools. When the physically-trained Akira and company get rid of the barricade…
—…Kanako and company, who arrive later, can explore the department store with peace of mind!
■ Time Spent with a Special Someone
Even when living together as a group, it’s just two of us at times!
Despite working and living together with everyone, sometimes the girls will find themselves alone with their special someone.
In these situations, it’s their chance to think either “I’m a little concerned about…” or “It’s fun to be with you,” and deepen their relationship.
—It’s a small space where you have to huddle together if you want to fish…
—Which two girls out of the six will go fishing together?
—This time, Kanako and Akira are going together. Since it is early in the morning, both girls are sleepy.
■ Checking Out Your Relationships
I spend more time with her than anyone else…
Kanako and company will deepen their bonds through their survival life adventure. If they have a fun time together, they will want to spend even more time with each other.
Through the time spent together, the two girls who become closest to each other will make time for them alone to spend together.
—Saori and Motoko, who spent time together during their survival life…
—…can hold hands and laugh together now that they have become close.
■ Kanako and Akira
I can be my best me because of you.
Kanako and Akira care about each other as they live their lives together.
From the moment she woke up, Kanako chased after Akira when she realized she had something she had to tell her. Akira, on the other hand, is always pulling everyone along, but does not show her weaknesses and sometimes pushes herself too hard. Kanako, who is always watching Akira, sensed her anxiety and gently encouraged her. And Akira is drawn to the strong and gentle Kanako…
Kanako and Akira walk about Ikebukuro at night. Akira, who is afraid of dark places, holds Kanako’s sleeves tightly.
Kanako: “Its pitch black in here, so might as well use the smartphone light. The battery should be fine if its only a short walk, right?”
Akira: ” R-right. It’s too dark… I can’t even see what’s around my feet.”
Kanako: “It’s a good thing I have a smartphone… the light really saved us… Huh?”
Akira: “What! What happened!?”
Kanako: “When I shined the light on that flower bed-looking place just now, something shone for a second. Did you see?”
Akira: “O-oh…”
■ Saori and Motoko
Two opposites who influence each other more than anyone else.
Saori is calm and quiet, while Motoko is a cheerful and fearless mood maker. While these two opposites do not comprehend emotional distance, and oftentimes are unable to convey their emotions correctly, they both had the same desire to get along with each other. While they only pass by each other at first, they will gradually become closer. As time passes, the two will come to know each other.
Saori and Motoko chat on the cruise ship. At this point, they are still unsure how to interact with each other…
Saori: “H-hey… W-wait… Don’t get close all of a sudden like that… You startled me…”
Motoko: “Eh, what’s the problem?”
Saori: “Uh, uh… s-sorry… It’s not that I hate it… But it startles me when you come close so suddenly…”
Motoko: “…Ah. Got it. Sorry, Saorin. I’ll be more careful.”
■ Natsuki and Harumi
While there is no real reason behind it, I’m happy being with you.
Natsumi and Harumi move at their own pace and can handle anything that comes their way. Cut from the same cloth, the pair naturally start to spend more and more time together. Natsumi, who was normally most comfortable on her own, is now always reaching out to Harumi during their survival life. And while Harumi is happy to be with her and tags along, Natsumi’s spontaneous words pull at her heart strings every time.
The pair, previously fine on their own, now spend each day with someone who makes them feel, “while there is no real reason behind it, I’m happy being with you.”
Natsuki and Harumi came to the library in search of books. But in her hurry, Harumi fell…
Natsumi: “Gah… Azuchi, are you alright?”
Harumi: “I… I’m alright. I’m good, right? Ahh, uhh… yeah, I’m fine…!”
Natsumi: “Okay… Good. I’m surprised that you fell over like that. I guess you can be clumsy at times, too.”
Harumi: “Uh, uh… Nakki?”
Natsumi: “Yeah?”
Harumi: “…You’re face is a bit close…. the atmosphere’s become a bit daring…”
Natsumi: “… I-I see.”
Kochira, Haha Naru Hoshi Yori is due out for PlayStation 4 and Switch on October 28 in Japan. Read more about the game here.
View the screenshots at the gallery.
#Kochira Haha Naru Hoshi Yori#Here From Mother Star#visual novel#Nippon Ichi Software#yuri#Daisyworld#Gematsu#Hoping for a localization announcement.#long post
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intertwined | dobrik
plot: david doesn’t like y/n.
anonymous said: can you please write about the reader meeting the vlog squad at a party and they all take a liking to her but david is super mean at first and it ends up w him confessing his feelings
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when y/n showed up to the party, she had no intention of staying too long. she planned on leaving after she had made her appearance and had seen all her friends. all of those plans changed when she quite literally bumped into a petite girl. the girl muttered an apology and introduced herself as carly. y/n dismissed her apology and claimed it as her fault, and introduced herself.
carly asked who she was here with, and y/n told her that she was with some of her friends, but seemed to have lost them a while ago. and with a smile, carly insisted that she introduced her to some of her friends.
“this is erin! she and i share a channel. erin, this is y/n, we bumped into each other like 30 seconds ago over by the bar.” carly bubbled, introducing y/n to the pretty ginger. erin, obviously tispy, pulled y/n into a hug with a laugh.
“oh! we have so many people to introduce you to!” y/n laughed at erin’s slurred words, but wordlessly followed erin around the party.
she met many people, including matt, heath and mariah, natalie, david, jeff, toddy, scott, and of course wasted zane hijazi. many of the people she met took a quick liking to her. she was very different from the rest of the vlog squad members. she took their somewhat questionable jokes easily and without judgment, she even laughed at some of the terrible jokes. she seemed to be quieter than most of the loud members of their friend group, and not to mention, she was quite stunning.
the one person that didn’t seem to take a liking to her was the one and only, david dobrik. when erin slurred her introduction of the y/h/c haired girl, he quickly brushed her off, only muttering a ‘good to meet you’ and he was off, filming another bit, camera in hand.
y/n didn’t think anything of it, who could blame her, he was david dobrik after all. she had obviously heard of him before, after all, she didn’t live under a rock. she hadn’t seen many of his videos, only ones that her friends would show her from time to time, but she certainly wasn’t expecting him to be so impolite.
but, she brushed it off and exchanged numbers with some of the others she had met. now, obviously, they were going to cross paths more, y/n just didn’t expect him to keep up the persona that she has been greeted with the first time they met. she honestly just assumed that she had caught him at a poor time, but she was certainly mistaken.
they crossed paths several more times as y/n and carly and erin became closer. carly always invited y/n to tag along with them for starbucks trips and girls nights. y/n really enjoyed spending time with the two. but spending as much time as she did with the two vloggers, she was bound to see david more than he would seem to like.
anytime they saw each other, david gave y/n the cold shoulder. david’s friends found it strange, he never treated them as poorly as he treated their new friend. at first, none of them spoke of it, especially not y/n, she just assumed that was the way he was, though she didn’t understand why they were so close with someone so cold.
when david and y/n saw each other, y/n always made sure to be on her best behavior, she would compliment him, greet him politely, even going as far as bringing him food once, but all of her attempts at being nice just failed. david would brush her off and ignore her when they hung out in a group setting.
one night, they were at david’s house for movie night, and after david ignored her the whole night, everyone left close to one in the morning. she had enough though. she was one of the last to leave and once she was sure that everyone was gone, she knocked on the door again.
he answered the door with a “what do you want?” looking like he wanted to shut the door right in her face.
“i... um…” debating if she wanted to make up an excuse and say she left her keys on the table, she shook her head, maybe to get rid of the thought of backing out. “no... i want to talk to you,” she demanded, letting herself in, knowing that he would tell her no and shut her out.
“come on in,” david said sarcastically as he shut the door she had already walked through. he followed her to the couch with a huff. “so, what do you need to talk about at one in the morning?”
“i... i’m sorry if i did anything to offend you when we met.” she stated, looking down at her hands, not wanting to look into his oh so pretty eyes. “i feel like maybe we got off on the wrong foot and i might’ve done… something… to offend you… i don’t know.. sorry.” she trailed off, not wanting to bother him, but also wanting to be treated as one of his friends.
she was surprised when her hands that she had been studying was covered with one much larger than her own.
“you have nothing to apologize for…” david trails off, wondering if he should say what he has been dying to since he met her. “you know how when we were little, your parents would tell you that a boy was only pulled your pigtails because he liked you?” david asks.
“i... don’t really know what that has to do with anything.” y/n answers, finally looking at him.
“i didn’t want to be mean,” it was david’s turn to study his hand, looking at the one covering y/n’s. “i just… when we met, i thought, wow, she is literally gorgeous, and freaked out and got as far away from you as i could. i was so scared that’d i’d embarrass myself, but then carly kept bringing you around and i guess i was scared to let you in… i really like you, y/n/n” david explains, moving his hand to intertwine with hers.
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You Shouldn’t Mess With Me
Okay so my writing is terrible and I did this in like an hour, but here, @thesearcher1092 And because you asked to be tagged: @bluebandedagate
Also I guess you could consider this an AU? I didn’t explain much cause it’s just this but I do mention an ‘anti-power group’ aka people who are scared and turn that fear into hatred. Anyway just read.
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“-been out for hours.”
“Geez, guess the guy can’t handle chloroform!”
There was loud laughter. Thomas groaned, the noise made his head hurt. Blissful silence followed. He was tempted to go back to sleep… then realized he wasn’t lying in bed. He wasn’t lying down at all. He opened his eyes slowly as his mind started to catch up, causing his anxiety to kick in. He was tied to a chair.
“W-what...?” He looked around and tried to figure out his situation. His headache was not making it easy.
“Sleeping Beauty finally decides to wake up, eh?” A man, not burly but definitely muscular, strolls over and grabs Thomas’ chin. The guy seemed to be appraising him, which was just all kinds of wrong. “He doesn’t seem all that tough. Can’t believe how much of a fuss those people put out.”
“P-people?” Thomas registered the words. That didn’t sound good.
A smaller man off to the side laughed. “You really thought your little secret was that well kept? People notice things, kid!”
Oh. One of the anti-power groups. He changed his expression into one of defiance. “Then you should know you shouldn’t mess with me.”
More laughter. It seemed there were three men there. Whether there were more was yet to be seen. The third man spoke up, “Yeah? You’re alone, kid, what could you possibly do all tied up?”
Thomas smirked and began reaching into his mind. “Oh, it’s not a matter of what I’ll do…” As he trailed off there was a flash, and the men started to panic because he just disappeared.
The small one snapped out of their collective stupor first, and rushed over to examine the ropes. “H- he didn’t cut or snap them, maybe teleportation?”
The first one shook his head. “That typically takes materials with the user, though. He’d still be tied up. Ned, what do you-”
Thud.
“Cause if you mess with him… you get us.”
The two men turned to where Ned had fallen to the floor… and yelled for backup. Not that it’d help them against six angry Sides.
Roman was, of course, using his sword. Anyone who fought him would tell you he took notes from Deadpool, or that he was the mouthy mercenary. He came there to take jabs at them with his word and his weapon. And he definitely did both.
Logan had a gun. Where he got it, or why he knew how to properly use it, he’d never tell. Just a handgun, but strangely enough he never even had to reload.
Remus was being Remus. Morningstar in hand, he was the more feral of the twins, as usual. Although he did seem more calculated in that fight, more willing to end them swiftly rather than draw it out. Not completely, though. He was the dark side of creativity, after all.
Virgil was showing his long-hidden spider traits, complete with fangs and four long legs coming from behind him. Of course, he didn’t only use those. A few times, he simply distracted the enemy with a well-worded comment about the person’s fears, leaving another Side to deal with them.
Patton and Janus were both the most monstrous. Patton as a giant frog ready to throw down, Janus as a snake prepared to get rid of the threat to Thomas. Neither of them really faced much trouble in whether to fight or not. Janus for obvious reasons. Patton was a bit reluctant but, in the end…
A Side’s main role is to protect their host.
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Everfalls
•Chapter 20•
This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram!
Previous Chapter // Next Chapter
(Summary: Richie and Eddie spend their first full moon together.)
Second Last Chapter!
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Breathless, that’s what they were. Eddie and Richie physically couldn’t hold it in anymore. They had waited far too long and the moon's power was too strong to hold back any longer.
Eddie guided Richie away from the cliff’s edge. Once they were a safe distance away from the drop, they both fell onto the grass, breathless.
“W-What do we do?” Bill asked. The rest of the Losers still stood in formation, but now they were not prepared to fight. Now they were concerned about their friends.
“Go” was all Eddie could say, his eyes never leaving Richie’s tired corpse.
Stan nuged Bill, tilting his head towards town as if to tell him they should start heading back. So without another word the Losers left the Ancestors in peace.
“Okay Rich, you still there? You’ve got this'' Eddie tried to smile through the pain of both his own transformation and having to watch Richie go through his. Eddie had carefully pulled Richie’s shirt off, but let Richie do the rest as dressing down was an essential part of the werewolf transformation. Shifting with clothes only made things more complicated.
Dark fur that matched his ears and tail had appeared over his body as his finger nails grew and came to a sharp point. His bones were moving, snaping and changing. His eyes snapped open at the feeling of a hand on his back. His bright yellow eyes darted up to meet the icey blue ones of his boyfriend who stared at him with such love and adoration.
“You’re okay Richie, it’s almost done” Eddie assured him. But all he got as a response was a loud groan as another wave of pain hit Richie.
The final part was the most painful but the quickest. And it really did hurt like hell.
The following minute felt the same way that it does after a storm. The rain had stopped and the thunder was silenced. Richie laid on the cool grass, panting heavily but his bones had finally adjusted, and the pain had subsided.
His eyes fluttered open to see Eddie, still human. “Holly shit” Eddie practically gasped as Richie looked around at what caused the sudden shock.
He looked down and saw big brown, furry paws, his paws. Immediately Richie attempted to stand, but inevitably tripped and fell back down. That got a giggle from Eddie. After trying, Richie stood up on his all fours, his full wolf form. He didn’t look much different from a normal wolf, he was the size of a large dog. With thick dark brown fur and his iconic yellow eyes. His wolf ears were a bit bigger and a little harrier, while his tail was longer and fluffier.
Eddie stood up beside him and he was able to see that Richie was about hip level compared to the human Ancestor.
Richie desperately craved to make a height joke but ultimately couldn’t speak as he was, a wolf.
Eddie bent down and ruffled the fur between Richie’s ears. Something he had done to his boyfriend countless times before when he was human. Richie shook his head as if to get rid of Eddie’s hand. Eddie huffed, but he still smiled.
Carefully Eddie bent down and placed his forehead against Richie’s. The thick fur tickled his forehead as he smiled. Eddie’s long bunny ears tipped forward and brushed up against Richie’s wolf ears, sending a shiver down his back.
A moment passed before a wave of pain hit Eddie, he doubled backwards, falling onto his back. Richie rushed to his side, nudging his arm with his snout as Eddie rolled over.
Transforming on a full moon was fairly similar to the way Eddie transformed normally, except it was forced, causing more pain. Once Eddie was on his back he curled his knees into his chest and wrapped his arms around himself. The pain soon intensified as he felt the magic ripple through his body. It was all worth it as after a flash, Eddie had completed his transformation.
Richei stared down at the rabbit that stood before him. He had completely forgotten how cute his boyfriend was as a rabbit. His soft white fur, his little red nose and his wittle paws! Aw Richie would give anything to go back to the day where it was just them, alone, in the school yard. Eddie as a rabbit in Richie’s lap. But now isn't the time to reminisce on the past. It was the full moon, and they had both finally transformed. Richie was practically bouncing up and down as excitent coursed through his veins.
Eddie looked up at the hulking wolf figure that towered over him. Dear God, Richie is like a massive puppy. Richie stepped forward, bowed his head and bopped his big brown nose against Eddie’s small pink one, just like he had before.
Eddie had refrained from transforming just long enough to be able to help Richie through his transformation and give him some good pets. He deserved it after all the shit he had been through.
Eddie mentally blushed. He mentally smirked as he noticed Richie’s ears twitching with excitement and adrenaline. That's when Eddie thought of what to do next, as it was the full moon, he knew what made him feel the best so he nudged Richie paw as if to tag him. Then, they ran.
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Finally, being a full wolf felt amazing. Richie felt like the world had finally lifted off of his shoulders. It was as if he had unlocked another part of his being that he had never been able to access until he finally fully shifted.
Also the fact that he didn’t have to experience it alone made him feel so much better. Eddie made him feel so safe, so accepted. He didn’t have to hide his secret. For once in his life he felt almost normal.
At first Richie was a little wobbly in his new wolf form. He had to get used to running on all fours. Richie fell a few times, tripped over his own paws, and at one point stopped and chased his tail like a puppy. (Eddie nearly died of laughter while watching that) Also there was the whole no speaking thing, which just kinda led to a lot of inner monologuing and weird wolf noises.
The two walked along to shoreline, paws sinking in the moist sand under their weight. Ricchie leaned over and pushed Eddie into the oncoming wave. The bunny rolled over at the push and landed in the water on his back. He let out a huff before he leaped back up and tackled richie, pinning him to the ground.
Silly wolf, doesn't even know his own strength. Eddie laughed in his head. Suddenly Eddie was popped off of Richie, tossed into the air, landing face first into the wet, cold sand.
Richie sat up, panting mancially as if he were laughing at the sand that was caught in Eddie’s whiskers.
Oh, you’re so on, Eddie smirked before he charged Richie.
The wolf caught on just before he was tackled, quickly turning and sprinting in the other direction. But Eddie was lighter and has had more time to learn and master his abilities. So he easily caught up to the young wolf. Eddie leaped into the air, landed on the wolf’s back and brought him down to the ground. The two rolled around as if they were in a fit of laughter. Which they would've been if they could talk.
Afterwards they made their way closer to town. Richie had once joked about terrorizing the villagers, and now he intended to do it. They examined the town as they carefully krept up the hill. It was well past midnight so most if not all of the lights from the buildings were out. The streets were illuminated by a couple street lamps, which allowed just enough light to navigate through the town but didn’t cause enough light pollution to block out the stars.
They approached the town with caution, their movements quiet and slow. One paw after another. They stopped dead in their tracks at the muffled sounds of teenage laughter.
Shit who the hell is out at this time of night? Richie’s ears perked up as he tried to pick up what they were saying.
“Do you think that’s them?” One voice that sounded pretty damn familiar giggled.
“Eddie’s so much smaller than him-”.
“It’s so cute!”
The Ancestors looked up to find a group of teens loitering suspiciously behind one of the dark buildings. It seemed almost as if they were waiting for the Ancestors.
Richie bent down and nudged the side of his head up against Eddie’s. Then nodded towards the group before stepping forwards towards them. Slowly they made their way up to the Losers who stayed silent during the meantime.
“H-How can we be suh-suh-sure it’s them?” Bill whispered tentatively. He stood behind the group, his form tense.
“What other wolf hangs out with a rabbit?” Ben turned to Bill with a confused look on his face.
Without another word, Beverly bent down to be at eye level with the wolf. She kept her gaze stern and serious. She stared into the wolf’s yellow eyes and watched as they examined her. Beverly didn’t flinch as the wolf stepped closer to her, then proceeded to bow his head to her. But when he raised his head, he butted her boob with the tip of his snout.
Beverly let out a shock yet amused gasp. “Oh my god, Richie you perv!” She fell back onto her butt in a fit of giggles. “That's our trashmouth alright” she declared.
Richie sat down and nodded his head at the statement.
Bill followed Beverly’s lead and kneeled down beside Eddie. The human carefully examined the bunny’s white fur and long ears. Finally his eyes met Eddie’s and he knew. He’d know those eyes anywhere.“Y-Yeah. It’s them” Bill confirmed.
“Well… I was gonna wait to give this to you tomorrow. But considering today’s events, now seems like a good time” Stan explained as he began rifling through his pocket.
The others shot him curious stares until he let out a little ‘aha’ when he had finally found it. What Stnaley pulled out of his pocket changed the energy of the group, from quiet and tense it went to curious and excited.
Stan squeaked the yellow rubber chicken. It let out a quick Eh Err, squeak like sound. In the moment that followed Stan mirrored one of Richie’s shit eating smiles smiles that he knew all too well.
“Oh my god- Seriously” Mike chuckled, placing a hand on Stan’s shoulder.
Richie stared at Stan, rolled his eyes and let out a huff.
Good one Staniel, very fucking funny
The wolf glanced over at his bunny and noticed the way his little pinked nose twitched, similar to the way Eddie’s did when he was laughing in his human form. That made things just a little bit better.
Richie’s attention was brought back to the Losers when Stan squeaked the chicken again.
“Wanna play fetch boys?” He arched an eyebrow deviously.
Richie didn’t respond, he simply stared aimlessly at them. Eddie got up and took a couple steps back, he turned to look at Stan as if to say, Well come on!
Stan took a step back and moved his hand up, preparing to throw. With one swift toss over his head, he threw the chicken, and it went far. Stan was on the baseball team after all, so he finally got to put his skills to work.
Eddie gave Richie one finale glance, challenging him almost, then he bolted.
Richie hesitated, he looked between his friends, and the rabbit. Just as Eddie was leaving the reach of the town’s light Richie got up and chased after him. He ran through the long grass, paws pounding against the dirt as he let his instincts lead him to the chicken.
Before he even got there a flash of white shot past him. Richie did a double take, spinning to turn around and watch as the rabbit zoomed back up to the group. He didn’t need to take time like he had before to know to go after him. So before another moment passed, Richie went. He ran.
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Second last chapter, done. Holy shit guys I cannot belive next week is already the finale! This is so wild. But let's focus on the present, it's Friday again, yay! I hope you guys have a great weekend and take some time to relax okay? I know life can be really stressfull right now so take some time for yourself, read a good fan fic, vibe, play Among Us, damn that's a good game lol.
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Stanley's voice was all Y/N could hear as she quietly played with the hem of her yellow dress while her cousin practiced the readings he would have to cite from the Torah. She didn't quite understand all that he was saying due to the fact he was stuttering and mispronouncing a few words, but she understood the gist of it and that was all that mattered so she was proud to say the least.
Y/N always had loved listening to her cousin, his voice holding a soft and warm tone to it that made her relax every time he opened his mouth. But just when a small smile had begun to play on her face as she listened to the boy, her uncle, Donald Uris, had stopped him, a deep frown on his face as he said, "You're not studying, Stanley."
Y/N glanced up from her dress to look at her uncle who stood above the two on the level above. She glanced at Stan who had lowered his head ever so slightly, his shoulders tense as he stared at the book in front of him.
"How's it gonna look. . .the rabbi's son can't finish his own Torah reading," his father frowned, shaking his head slightly at the boy. "Take the book to my office. Obviously you're not using it."
Y/N winced at the harsh words before looking over at Stan again, the boy nodding numbly as he picked the book up. His eyes flickered over to lock with her own and she offered him a small smile which he returned with a weak one before he disappeared from the room to put the book up.
"Y/N," her uncle called out and the girl was quick to look up at him. "I'm going to go grab my things and then you and Stanley can meet me in the car, okay?"
Y/N nodded silently in response and her uncle seemed to like that because he gave her a small nod as well before walking away, leaving the girl to sit by herself in the middle of the synagogue. She didn't know how long she was sitting there before she began to grow a little impatient from waiting on her cousin. Why it took Stan so long to put up a single book was beyond her, but she couldn't bring herself to go after him and tell him to hurry up, thinking it to be too mean.
So Y/N just sat there silently, her fingers messing with the hem of her dress once again as she softly hummed to herself.
"Y/N."
The young girl instantly tensed before her head shot up, her eyes flickering around her in confusion at the voice that had sounded an awfully lot like her father's. "Peanut," the voice said again and Y/N found herself jumping up onto her feet.
"Dad?" she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she gulped. What was her father doing here? Hadn't she been sent away so that he and her mother could finish off the divorce?
"It's all your fault, Peanut," her father's voice rang out, a confused look crossing the girl's face at those words. "How could you split your mother and I up like this? If it weren't for you, we'd still be together. We wouldn't even need this stupid divorce."
"I-I. . ." Y/N began, but she froze once she saw a figure standing in the shadows on the other side of the room, the figure belonging to someone she thought was her father.
"You split up our family! You're the reason everything's gone to shit. No wonder we sent you away for the summer. It's not because we need a break from each other. It's because we need a break from you," her father hissed, his voice growing nastier and more hateful by the second.
"I didn't mean to. I didn't know!" Y/N defended herself, but her voice was low and trembly and her eyes had already begun to prickle with tears.
"You're a shitty excuse for a daughter. We should just get rid of you now before you can ruin our lives further," her father spat, his words hitting Y/N so hard that she had to wrap her arms around herself for comfort.
"Dad," Y/N cried out, but all he did was laugh in response. However, he wasn't laughing for long before the sound of his laughter seemed to change pitches, morphing into laughter that Y/N didn't recognize as the figure started to make its way into the light.
Y/N felt her breath get caught in her throat at the sight of a clown standing there, the figure turning out to not even be her father. Did that mean the clown had been the one to say all those things?
"Oh, poor little Y/N. All alone and loved by no one," the clown mocked.
"That's. . .that's not true," Y/N insisted as she shook her head, her feet glued to the floor while the clown slowly began to walk towards her.
"Your parents sent you away for the summer, did they not? And your cousin Stanley. Well, he can't stand you. There's a reason he hasn't come back yet you know. He just wants to enjoy the time he has away from you," the clown told her, a smirk spreading across its face as it grew closer.
"That's not true!" Y/N exclaimed, tears falling down her face as she tried to ignore the clown's words. However, that was hard when her biggest fear was the people she cared about leaving her and not caring about her anymore.
"You're alone. You're worthless," the clown muttered, now only a few feet away. He stopped before he could get any closer and Y/N could do nothing more than just stare at him, silently praying that her uncle or even Stan might return to save her.
"No one could ever love you."
Then, before Y/N could even blink, the clown was running at her, its mouth opening up wide to reveal rows of teeth that had Y/N screaming. The high pitched scream that left her lips combined with the high pitched scream of her cousin coming from upstairs (which she had yet to notice) was enough to jerk her body into motion, the girl bolting away from the clown and out of the synagogue as fast as she could.
She was just about to run out the front door when someone coming from the stairs collided into her. Y/N hit the ground hard and opened her eyes only to come face to face with someone else. Another scream escaped her lips and it was quickly returned by the person she had run into—her cousin, Stan.
"Jesus, Stanley!" Y/N cried out, her eyes wide with fear as she pushed herself up onto her feet.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming. Are you. . .are you okay?" Stan asked worriedly as he got up onto his feet, his body tense as he looked around him almost like he was afraid someone would pop out at them.
Y/N was silent for a moment as she looked back towards the room she had just come from. The clown had disappeared and there didn't seem to be any sign of him having existed at all. Not wanting to freak her cousin out or have him thinking she was crazy, the girl just sent Stan a small forced smile.
"Oh, I'm fine," she assured him, her eyes flickering over his slightly pale face. "What about you? Are you okay?"
"What? Me? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Stan asked, his voice rushing out quickly.
However, Y/N didn't seem to notice and only gave the boy a sympathetic smile before saying, "Your father was a bit harsh back there." Stan's face fell at that, both out of relief and embarrassment since Y/N had to witness the whole thing. "Hey, it's okay. You'll get it. I can even help you practice if you want."
Stan looked up to his cousin in surprise. "Really? You'd do that?" the boy asked, his voice coming out soft as his eyes flickered over her face looking for a sign that she didn't actually want to help him.
"Of course. I've got nothing better to do," Y/N pointed out, a nervous laugh escaping her lips as she looked back towards where the clown had been standing only moments before.
Stan looked in the direction she was looking in confusion, but quickly looked away when he heard a loud honking from outside. "Shit, that's my dad. We should go," Stan muttered and Y/N swore she had never agreed to something so fast in her life.
So together, the two walked out of the synagogue, leaving the nightmares they had just witnessed behind them.
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Y/N stared at her hands which had balled into fists in front of her, her knuckles so white that she swore if she tightened her grip anymore her fingers might fall off. It was the next day and officially the first day of summer, but Y/N had yet to get the events that had taken place the day before out of her head.
Her father's voice. . .the clown. . .it had all just seemed too real to be something her brain had made up.
"Y/N!" Stan's voice rang out from downstairs, instantly snapping the girl out of her thoughts.
She quickly relaxed her hands and lifted her head before calling out, "Yes?"
"Bill, Richie and Eddie are here! I'm going to go ahead and get my bike, but I'll meet you outside, okay?" Stan asked.
"Okay," Y/N called out to him before she heard the sound of her cousin's footsteps disappearing and the sound of the door slamming behind him. It was only then that Y/N looked back to herself in the mirror, pausing slightly to take in her appearance and fix her hair once again before she was walking out of her room to go meet up with the boys outside.
Outside, Stan was already standing near his friends, his bike by his side as Richie rambled on about how he was sure Y/N had gotten even hotter since the last time they saw her. "I mean, five years is a long time. She's probably a total babe by now," Richie rambled. "Do you know if she has a boyfriend?"
"No," Stan muttered in annoyance. "She does not."
Richie glanced over at Bill and nudged him slightly with his elbow. "You hear that, Bill? There's still a chance," Richie teased.
Bill sent his friend a small glare in his direction, but it was quickly replaced by a look of pure shock, his eyes widening slightly and his mouth falling open as he looked at something behind Richie. Both Richie and Eddie gave the boy a confused look before turning around, their eyes widening at the sight before them while Stan just smiled.
Coming out the front door was none other than Y/N Uris herself, the girl definitely having grown up since the last time they had seen her. Her hair was long now, a sharp contrast from the small bob cut she had sported five years ago. Although she still had some growing up to do, it was obvious Y/N had grown into her features more, her body having natural curves that hadn't always been there and that would only grow more defined with age.
Bill didn't know why his face heated up at the sight of her, but it did. And boy, when she looked up at the group, her eyes brightening before she gave them a bright smile, Bill swore his heart stopped.
"Holy shit," Richie muttered as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Stan the Man, you've been holding out on us. Your cousin's smokin'!"
Stan scrunched his nose up in disgust and was quick to whack his friend in the arm before Y/N could hear. Y/N gave her cousin a curious look as she came to a stop before the boys, but Stan just shrugged in response.
Y/N shook her head with a small smile on her face before turning her attention to the three boys who stood staring at her with wide eyes. "Boys," Y/N greeted as she nodded at them. "It's been a while.”
"It sure has and damn has time been good to you," Richie flirted, throwing a wink to the girl who blushed slightly as she rolled her eyes.
"You sure haven't changed one bit now have you, Tozier?" Y/N asked, her smile growing while Richie chuckled softly.
"Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I've changed. In more ways than one," Richie joked, winking to the girl.
"Beep beep, Richie," Eddie hissed as he glared at the boy, instantly earning the attention of Y/N who smiled widely at the sight of him.
"Eddie!" Y/N exclaimed happily. "How are you? How's your mom?"
"I'm-I'm doing just fine, Y/N. Thanks for asking," Eddie blushed, surprised that she had asked him that. "And. . .uh. . .my mom's doing well."
"That's good," Y/N smiled before turning her attention to the last person in the group. Her smile was wide as her eyes flickered over Bill who was staring at her in awe.
"H-H-Hi," Bill finally managed to whisper out, both of them getting flashbacks to the first time they had met.
"Hi," Y/N replied softly, tilting her head ever so slightly as she looked at the boy. Bill couldn't stop the blush that was growing on his cheeks and he was quick to look down at his feet, smiling slightly when he heard the soft giggles that escaped Y/N's lips.
"Damn, Bill's already trying to get the girl," Bill heard Richie whisper to Eddie. Thankfully Eddie seemed to be thinking the same as Bill and was quick to whack the boy in the back of his head as he gave him a 'what the fuck' look.
Stan shook his head at his friends before clearing his throat to gain their attention. "We should probably get going if we want to stay at the Barrens for a while," Stan suggested, his eyes flickering between the three boys before landing on his cousin.
Bill coughed and shifted awkwardly by his bike before nodding his head. "Stan's right. We sh-sh-should go," Bill said and the others didn't object.
Not having a bike of her own, Y/N walked over and joined Stan on his bike, wrapping her arms around her cousin's waist before they took off along with the others. Y/N couldn't help but smile and hold her arms out by her side as she enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing through her hair and the sun kissing her face.
It was moments like these where Y/N forgot about all of the problems that seemed to follow her wherever she went, her parents' divorce being pushed to the back of her head as a feeling of happiness took over her body. For that feeling as if she were flying and the happiness coursing through her veins, it was enough to make her feel like she was on top of the world.
Bill was unable to stop himself from looking towards the girl, a smile appearing on his face as he admired her. As if sensing his gaze, Y/N's eyes flickered open and she glanced over at him. Their eyes locked for a split second before Bill quickly looked away, silently wondering to himself why he kept staring at the girl and why she was making him so flustered.
Shaking his head, the boy quickly began to pedal fast, exclaiming, "Hi-ho Silver awaaay!"
This earned a round of laughter from the others while Y/N shook her cousin's arm and exclaimed, "Hurry, Stanley!"
"Your old lady bike's too fast for us!" Richie complained as him and the others hurried after Bill and towards their destination.
The Barrens.
- - -
"That's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy," Stan listed off, pointing to different plants as he did. "And that's poison ivy."
Y/N glanced at her cousin and gave him a confused look, but just shook her head and looked to the ground, not wanting to have to explain to him how not everything he saw was poison ivy.
However, Eddie seemed to be the only one to believe him, the boy's eyes widening in horror as he stepped away from the plants. He bumped into Y/N and gave her an apologetic smile before looking to Stan. "Where? Where's the poison ivy?" he asked.
Stan went to point at the plants again, but Richie was quick to dismiss the boy. "No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley," Richie muttered in annoyance making Stan's face drop slightly.
Y/N glanced at her cousin and gave him a sympathetic smile as she reached out and grabbed ahold of his arm, hugging it lightly. Stan's eyes met her own and he returned the smile, already letting Richie's words roll off of him.
"Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me," Eddie said as the five began to walk towards the Barrens, ditching their bikes on the side of the river.
"Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?" Richie asked, glancing back at the small boy who frowned and nodded his head.
"Sometimes, yeah."
"Then you probably have crabs."
A look of pure horror flickered across Eddie's face as he looked to Richie who was trying not to burst out laughing. "That's so not funny," Eddie frowned.
Y/N watched as Bill turned his flashlight on before taking the lead and starting to journey into the sewers. The girl grimaced slightly at the sloshing around sound that followed as the boy walked inside, the smell hitting her nose and it taking all of her being not to gag.
She didn't want to upset Bill, so Y/N continued walking forward just behind Richie. However, Stan stopped short and since she was still holding onto his arm, she was forced to stop as well. She turned to give her cousin a confused look only to find him staring at the sewers with a disgusted look in his face, a tiny bit of fear evident in his eyes.
"Aren't you guys coming in?" Richie called out and that was when Y/N noticed that not only had her and Stan stopped, but Eddie as well.
"Uhuh that's gray water," Eddie replied with a shake of his head.
Richie gave the boy a look before scrunching you his nose and rolling his eyes. "What the hell is gray water?" Richie asked, sounding almost exasperated.
"It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you. . ." Eddie began. "You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee."
Y/N chuckled softly and looked away from the boy, her eyes locking on Bill who was walking further into the sewer. Not wanting him to go alone and knowing that Richie would be arguing with Eddie for a while, Y/N gently let go of her cousin's arm and slipped into the sewers.
Stan didn't notice her leaving until it was too late. He tried to grab for her, but Y/N was already walking away and Stan was too afraid to go after her, so he was left standing there with a frown on his face.
Y/N tried not to grimace as she walked towards Bill. As long as she didn't focus on the smell or the knowledge that she was in the sewers, it wouldn't be too bad.
"Are. . .are you serious?" Eddie questioned as Y/N walked past Richie who had picked up a stick that had been floating in the water. He began to sniff it and Eddie gagged.
"Doesn't smell like caca to me, Señor," Richie told him.
"O-O-Okay, I can smell it from here," Eddie complained.
"It's probably just your breath wafting back into your face," Richie joked making Eddie huff in frustration.
Eddie had to inhale deeply just to keep himself from yelling at the boy and only when he was calm did he speak again. "Have you ever heard of a staph infection?" he asked.
"Oh, I'll show you a "staff" infection," Richie said as he went to pick something up with the stick, neither him nor Eddie noticing Stan roll his eyes at the two quarreling boys.
Bill didn't even turn as he heard his two best friend arguing, the situation being nothing new. He merely rolled his eyes and continued flashing his flashlight towards the water, hoping to find a sign that his little brother Georgie had even there.
"That's so unsanitary," Eddie cried out. "This is literally. . .This is literally like swimming inside of a toilet bowl right now. Have you ever heard of listeria?" Eddie's voice was cut off by him screaming out as Richie tossed something from the sewer at him.
Y/N chuckled softly before finally reaching Bill's side. He was just standing back up with something in his hand and turned to look at his friends only to bump into Y/N, the two suddenly face to face. Bill's eyes widened at the close proximity, but it was like he was frozen in headlights and unable to move.
Y/N blinked in surprise, her eyes flickering over Bill's face. She couldn't help but notice the slight blush that was beginning to grow on his cheeks, but she wasn't one to talk since she knew hers were turning red as well.
"Did you. . .did you find anything?" Y/N asked softly and that was enough to have Bill snapping out of whatever trance he had been in. The boy quickly took a step back before looking down.
"Y-Y-Yeah," he whispered as he shined the flashlight on the shoe he had found floating in the water.
Y/N took a step forward, not really caring about how close they were as she took a closer look at the shoe. However, Bill did notice their closeness and he really hoped she didn't hear his shaky breathing or his heart which felt like it was about to thump out of his chest.
He had really hoped that after not seeing the girl for five years, that his old feelings for her would be gone. But boy was he wrong. Seeing her again just made all the feelings surface once again and if he didn't know any better he might've even said they were worse than the last time.
"Betty Ripsom," Y/N whispered out, reading the small tag on the inside. A small gasp escaped her lips as she looked up at Bill. "Stanley mentioned her once. She's the girl that just went missing not too long ago, correct?"
Bill nodded and Y/N took a step back as she let out a shaky breath. "Well, shit," she whispered, the sound of her cursing being so adorable that Bill couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching up slightly.
Bill seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts of Y/N before looking towards his friends who were still crowded by the entrance. "Guys!" Bill called out, the three boys instantly going quiet as they turned to see Bill holding the shoe while Y/N held a hand to her forehead.
"Shit," Stan muttered, his voice cracking slightly in fear. "Don't tell me that's. . ."
"No. Georgie was w-w-wearing galoshes," Bill informed him, but that didn't seem to make Stan feel any better. Richie walked over to Y/N and Bill before taking a look at the shoe as well.
"Whose sneaker is it?" Eddie asked.
"It's Betty Ripsom's," Richie replied as he read the name written inside.
"Shit! Shit, oh god, oh fuck!" Eddie exclaimed as he shook his head. "I don't like this."
"How do you think Betty feels?" Richie asked causing Y/N to look at him. "Running around these tunnels with only one fucking shoe." The boy hopped on one foot and let out a small laugh but the others didn't laugh.
Richie looked to Y/N, hoping to at least earn a laugh out of the girl but she merely rolled her eyes at him and lightly whacked him in the back of the head. Richie gave her a shy smile and that was enough to make her let out a small laugh, Richie's smile instantly widening at that.
"What if she's still here?" Stan asked, his voice small. That caused Y/N and Richie to look away from each other and over at the boy, Bill finally pulling his gaze away from Y/N with a sad look in his eyes.
Y/N gulped before looking at the tunnel behind her. She then glanced at Bill, the boy's eyes locking with hers almost instantly. She seemed to be silently asking him if he wanted to do this and when he gave her the smallest nod in return, Y/N took in a deep breath before beginning to walk further into the sewers with Bill by her side.
Richie noticed the two moving and was quick to fall into step behind them, calling over his shoulder, "Eddie, come on!"
"My mom will have an aneurysm, okay, if she finds out we were playing down here," Eddie called out, his words making the three stop. "I'm serious."
Y/N couldn't help but think that Eddie had a point. If her parents were here they would be the same way. That is. . .if they even cared.
"Bill?" Eddie called out, knowing that Bill was the one calling the shots. The boy was hesitant to turn around, but when he did he found four pairs of eyes staring back at him, four lives that he was basically in charge of at that moment.
"If-If I was Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. G-G-Georgie too," Bill said, his words making Eddie and Stan look down. It was obvious neither of them wanted to be here and if Y/N was entirely honest with herself, there was a part of her that would much rather be at the quarry than walking through a sewer.
"What if I don't want to find them?" Eddie finally asked, his question making Bill look at him in surprise. "I mean, no offense, Bill, but I do not want to end up like G-" Eddie quickly stopped himself before he could finish his thought and Richie and Y/N both looked to Bill who was trying his hardest not to cry.
Y/N felt her heart ache for the boy and she ever so slightly reached out before placing a hand on his arm, a small way of comforting him without bringing attention to his state or them. Bill clenched his jaw and looked to the ground while Eddie sighed from the entrance of the tunnel.
"I don't want to go missing either," Eddie corrected himself.
"He has a point," Stan muttered and that was enough to have Y/N letting go of Bill's arm as she looked to her cousin.
"You too?" Bill asked, a hint of betrayal in his voice.
Stan looked at Bill in silence for a minute before inhaling and saying, "It's summer. Y/N hasn't been here in five years and this is the first summer I finally get to have her back here again."
Y/N felt her heart drop at that, the sadness that her cousin had been trying to hide from her for all of these years he'd had to spend without her being hidden within those very words. She hadn't known he had missed her as much as she had missed him.
"We're supposed to be having fun," Stan said, his eyes locked on Y/N before he forced them away to look at Bill. "This isn't fun. This is scary and disgusting-"
Before Stan could finish what he was saying, the sound of splashing water had the five tensing up while Stan and Eddie quickly turned to look behind them. Y/N was quick to run back towards the entrance, stopping by Stan's side as he reached out and put a hand on her arm.
Their eyes widened slightly at the sight of a boy around their age flailing in the water. He tried to get up onto his feet only to fall again and it was only when Y/N squinted her eyes to get a good look at him that she noticed he was bleeding from both his stomach and his nose.
"Holy shit," Richie cried out as he ran over and stopped in between Eddie and Y/N, the boy looking up to them once he realized he wasn't alone.
"What happened to you?"
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