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espinosaurusrexex · 2 years

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Words Cannot Express

In which Y/N and Sherlock have a forever crush on each other.

HenryCavill!Sherlock x female!reader

a/n: I haven't watched any Sherlock except Enola Holmes so bear with me here. I feel like this Sherlock would totally fall for a woman that is so much like Enola and his mom. Like she would be all over the place and bubbly and rebellious. She would be like a second mother for Enola, and she would make Sherlock spend more time with his sister. Like very much Queenie Goldberg vibes: pure sweetness. She would be free and nice and just so happy, and Sherlock would be so supportive of everything she does. Like she wants to try and write or paint, and he would caress her shoulder and tell her how proud he is of her... Either that or he's gay through and through, you cannot change my mind about that.

Based off of this thought process, I wrote this little something.

I know it's been a long time and I can't really promise that I will be posting a whole lot, but feedback is greatly appreciated!

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none, just pure fluff and wholesomeness

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

! The poem in this story is not mine. It is out of "The Morlas." by Caroline Clive, but for the sake of this story we're going to pretend that the reader wrote it. Okay? Cool.

I would recommend listening to Für Elise - Reimagined by Alexander Joseph while reading. I was listening to it while writing, too!

"Sherlock, Sherlock!"

A whirlwind of blue floral-pattern fabric and lose hair dipped in the scent of honey zoomed down the meadow that was slightly slanted. Hands waving in the air frantically, clasping a piece of stationary that was blotted with scribbled ink.

"Sherlock!"

Y/N tripped a couple of times on her way down the green slope. Tall grass grazed her dress as she struggled to hold herself up while still gripping the paper she was so desperate to bring to him: Sherlock. A man of knowledge and integrity. Witty and smart with the ability to solve every case he ever accepted. And yet, even though he was radiating authority and power, he always managed to be gentle and kind, loving and warm to the very woman that was now stumbling down towards him. It was the only case he had not solved. Because it was not based on any logical affair as to why, whenever that woman was near him, his heart began to race and his hands became sweaty. Just looking at her smile made him all warm and fuzzy inside. A feeling that he, undoubtedly not admitting to anybody but her, enjoyed because it was different, and it felt new even though it had happened for what felt like ages now.

It was nearing the end of a nice summer's day and the quiet chirping of crickets and all sorts of bugs were surrounding the man that was lazily propped on an oak at the treeline. His lips stretched into a bright smile once he heard the sweet sound of her voice. Smooth and calming and tainted with a very special kind of love that was only reserved for him. And he loved that about her. Y/N had different kinds of love for different kinds of people. All of those kinds were genuine, and she put just as much of herself into them as she put in everything else. And he adored it. God, Sherlock adored everything she did, because it was always crafted with as much passion as possible. And even though she was warm and kind to everyone she encountered, Sherlock could not believe that someone as amazing as Y/N had created something within herself that was designed for him only. A feeling that seeped through every touch she shared with him, a comfort that radiated into his body whenever they were together, and a warmth that shook him from the inside out until his lips could not help but smile, releasing his painful longing for a woman that was already his.

It had taken him a couple of months to "solve" this riddle Y/N presented herself with. And after hours of late nights spent hunched over his desk, hair slightly disheveled and fire lazily puffing in the chimney, he came to the conclusion that maybe whatever he felt was beyond all rationality:

Sherlock Holmes was in love. Hopelessly and painfully in love. And the best part was that this love was reciprocated - in the best of ways. It was given back to him through silent nights by the fireplace and subtle handholding during fast-paced walks through the rain. It was squeezed within tight hugs and flying through feather-light kisses. It was mutual, and it was real but most importantly, it was from her and that was what mattered. He would take it in any shape or form if it meant that she was willing to spend the rest of her life with him just as much as he wanted to do so with her.

And that was the reason why he decided to accept it. It was good and it was real and it brought some stability in his life, which was frequently questioned in his line of work more so than often. He not only accepted it, hell, he embraced it with open arms and tried to give it back as best has he could.

He tried, he really did, to return the joy and love she gave to him with everything he had in him. Anything he could give her to show her just how much she meant to him. Even though he tried that, he still did not feel as though that was enough in return for the peace and quiet Y/N managed to squeeze inside his mind, no matter the circumstance.

Sherlock could not help but chuckle once Y/N finally came to a stop in front of him. Beaming up at her with a bright smile and squinting, he sought out her silhouette as the sun shone behind her frame. She looked like an angel, with that orange glow of the slowly setting sun surrounding her figure like a halo. Sherlock was sure that this must be what angels looked like, and it amazed him how easily she could take his breath away, every day anew.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He gently tapped the grass next to him, signaling for her to sit down. Y/N plopped down beside him, her dress covering his knee as she leaned towards him to peck him on the cheek. Sherlock's face turned pink at the touch of her lips, his smile stretched even wider, not thinking that it was possible.

"I wrote something... for you. I- I wrote a poem for you." Her face scrunched up in an adorable way, making her nose crinkle and lips pursed as if she was embarrassed. Sherlock lifted his hand to her cheeks, smoothing out the lines with his thumb until Y/N was a giggling mess, and nestled her face deeper into his touch.

"Can I read it?" He asked with a shimmer in his eyes as he briefly looked toward the sheet in Y/N's hands. He got lost in her eyes then. Taking in the beautiful y/e/c that reminded him of home. His heartbeat quickened as he tried to take the poem, and Y/N gently pulled the hand that held it away.

"No, I-" She pushed out and Sherlock laughed. His eyes surrounded by faint lines that softened his gaze on the woman before him.

"You wrote me a poem, but you don't want me to read it?" There was amusement in his gaze, but it faltered as soon as he saw the shock in her eyes.

"Yes- No. I..." Y/N pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she averted her eyes from him, feeling a little foolish now. She took a deep breath and pulled her eyes back to Sherlock's face, smiling slightly. "I want to read it to you."

He had a look of pure adoration on his face. Smile etching to the corner of his face, lifting his eyes and pulling on her heart with a reassuring tug.

"That would be wonderful." He trailed off, leaning back in the tree and closing his eyes to prepare for Y/N's honey-like voice again. Ready to be hit by yet another wave of bliss, as he was sure that his heart would explode with the rate it was already beating at.

He heard her shuffle and about three second later, he felt her head dip down onto his lap. Opening his eyes again, Sherlock lifted his head from the oak, hands shooting forward to smooth out her hair on his leg like an instinct. When he was sure that she was comfortable, he laid his head back and closed his eyes again, smiling faintly. Y/N's hair was soft and with every hand he raked over it, he was hit by a slight whiff of honey and something floral. Something so distinctly her that it almost scared him at how familiar it was. But he did not need to be scared, because it was her and Sherlock knew that if there was one thing he could always be certain about, it was Y/N. Because if it was Y/N then it was quite impossible to be bad or something to be even remotely scared of.

Y/N cleared her throat as she rustled with the paper, adjusting so that it was held above her head.

"A thousand forms before me stray,

Ere one shall tempt me as to‐day,

To mix as now I do with thine,

The current of his thoughts and mine.

When virtue comes, I sit to trace

With spirit rous’d its godlike face;

When sorrow wanders here alone,

Unmov’d I keep my mossy stone,

And with a still observance see

A passion never known to me.

But thou, I know not why, hast wrought

My thought to commune with thy thought;

And feelings which o’er all flow free,

Have grown to words when turned to thee.

I love thy melancholy eye,

The portal of a musing mind,

The lip where the long stifled sigh

Turns to a smile for human kind.

I love thy wandering mood which long

Dwells on some lonely hue or shape;

While answ’ring words of broken song"

Warmth. A tingle that pumped life into his veins and made him feel all hot and flustered. Not the kind of heat one would expect from a nice summer's evening like this, but one that lasted past the sunset and was not as draining as humid air. Sherlock opened his eyes again, smiling down at Y/N, who was looking at him expectantly. The poem was not Shakespeare - not even he could have written something so powerful and perfect. It evoked feelings that Sherlock held in the depth of his heart and that he allowed to seep through his exterior ever since Y/N was around. Sure, she would not go down in history amongst the greatest poets of her time, but for him, it was more than enough. It was absolute and wholesome, just like her.

"It's beautiful, my love." He gently cupped her cheek with his left hand as the other plugged a flower from the ground and stuck it in her hair behind her ear. And because he felt like his words did not do the things he wanted to express any justice, he leaned down slowly. Sherlock captured Y/N's lips in a chaste kiss that was meant to convey the adoration and love he felt for her not only at this moment, but every time she was just as much as in the same room as him.

"You're not lying, are you?" Her right eyebrow slightly raised, Y/N challenged the man hovering above her lips.

Sherlock's nose crinkled as he tried to suppress a smile. "I might be a little biased... but I would never let my feelings cloud my judgement" He winked, and a chuckle escaped Y/N's lips at that. A deep sigh eluded his lips when the man took the paper from her hands gently, looking at it with awe and letting the smile on his face show with a deep and heartfelt laugh.

"Well, i suppose one could call it lying, but that is just because words cannot express how special this is to me..." He held the paper higher to the sun, letting the light shine through the flimsy material and appreciated the way her words curved on the object. Words that were written for him. He adored the way Y/N was the only person to come close to putting his emotions into words. Even if it was not explicitly written on the piece of paper, it held a weight that was strong enough to drive more love into his heart than thought possible. "...how special you are to me." He whispered as he looked down at her face again, a reassuring hand still stroking her head resting on his leg, carefully avoiding the flower he had placed there so gently.

Her right hand reached up to his face. Thumb caressing his skin softly until she reached higher, her hand wandering to the back of his neck. With a weak tug, she pulles Sherlock's head down to her face again. Y/N pressed her lips to his with a passion only she could convey. Her fingers dug into the back of his head delicately and Sherlock smiled into the kiss, savoring the faint shiver she sent up his spine with her touch. Their foreheads pressed against one another as they broke apart, leaving just a minimal distance between their lips. Eyes still closed and the corners of their mouth's tugged into a content smile, the pair relished in the presence of one another.

A couple seconds passed until Sherlock began to whisper tenderly. "Thank you." He nudged her nose with his. The air of his exhale tickling her face in the process.

"For what?" Y/N answered softly, careful not to distub the moment they shared.

"For everything." A kiss was pressed to her nose. "For the poem." Another kiss to her left cheek. "For being by my side." One more to her right cheek. "For letting me love you." A kiss to her forehead. "For making me the happiest man alive." And one long, passionate kiss to her lips - desperate to urge everything he could not put in words into the action.

"It's my pleasure." Another smile streched across their faces. They drowned in echothers eyes for what felt like hours. Letting the sun set gently behind the horizon and dip the sky in a wild collision of oranges and reds spilled across the azure canvas of the atmosphere. The air was warm and comforting - filled with love and adoration, matching the lovers as they cherished this perfect moment with each other.

a/n: I really hope you liked it. I know my stories are not super long or hold a lot of plot but that is just how my brain works. I see a movie and a scene plants itself into my brain and I can’t get it out until I wrote it down or imagined it at least 50 times. So please be Patient with me until I master the art of crafting a well thought through plot that might end up here in the few posts I publish over time. All I want is for people to take a little break from life for the couple minutes it takes to read my stories. I hope I archived that with you. Until next time x

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itsclydebitches · 2 years

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So I’ve been over to your AO3 and you’ve written a lot! On the subject of LGBT rep, what is YOUR favorite LGBT character and favorite LGBT relationship. You can separate these, by the way, the favorite character doesn’t also have to be your favored relationship. Though if it is both, cool 😎

Over a million words worth! :D Ah, now if only more of those works were complete lol.

Ohh tough question. After reading the ask my mind immediately went, "Sherlock Holmes and John Watson," despite the non-canonical status of their queer identities in the original text. What I'm looking for now as an adult in 2022 in regards to overt representation is quite different from when I was first reading the stories as a kid and hadn't come across much queer rep at all, so subtext was king. Toss in adaptations with scenes like "glass of tea," or bisexual icon Jeremy Brett breathing life into the role, and the Holmes franchise has a great deal to offer. So even though things have changed for me over the years in regards to my expectations for modern media, those characters, that relationship, and the fandom/academic conversation surrounding various types of queerness in the Holmes canon remains near and dear to my heart.

More recently, Sense8 remains a favorite of mine, with Nomi/Amanita absolutely shining. Their proposal never fails to make me smile. Like for real I was screaming when this first came out:

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Also, I know tumblr has (understandably) snubbed Brooklyn Nine-Nine in recent years due to its focus on cops, but Rosa will always hold a special place in my heart for being the first character on TV that I heard state, in no uncertain terms, "I'm bisexual." The entire coming out scene is well done imo, so though it's understandably not everyone's preference (for a variety of reasons), for me taking a character who for the entire run has been reserved and badass to the extreme for the sake of comedy and putting her in such a vulnerable position, finding that balance between the show's comedy and the very real fear and anger as she realizes her parents would prefer that she be cheating than gay... that shit hits home.

#queer #sense8 #sherlock holmes #SH #B99

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firewoodfigs · 3 years

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Oooooo I love all your royai fics! They're so packed with heart and a delight to read!

I'm looking for more royai fic recs! Do you have any current author/fic recommendations?

hi anon!!! tysm for your kind words aaaahhh 🥺💞 it means a lot to me (esp now bcs the writing has. not been going well recently 😫) and i’m so heartened to hear that you’ve been enjoying them <3

and yes, i do!! 🥰 i hope i haven’t left anyone out, but here are some authors i recommend (in no particular order!). i’ve also taken to leaving unhinged remarks in my ao3 bookmarks tab, so you can check that out too for recs 😆 off the top of my head, some of my favourites are:

@janieshi - Espionage is a personal all-time favourite of mine and overall a fantastic depiction of young!royai (also peak romance tbh... 10/10 would choose espionage!roy > any austenian hero any day). Pistols is still ongoing and takes place after it, and while it focuses more on Riza & Rebecca’s blossoming friendship in the academy, Roy does have a few cameos 😆

@roseofbattles - aka more_than_melody on ao3. you can also find her one-shots on my ao3 bookmarks page!! highly rec for domestic bliss + good ol’ angst and h/c which is my jam >:)

@fullmetalscullyy - the way it was was one of the first fics I read when I was looking for royai fics on ao3 and it was such a privilege to follow it to its end 🥺 she also has some marvelous AUs like my inferno which is one of my fave comfort fics 🥰

@lantur - another incredible writer whose dedication is so, so admirable!!! she has some amazing character studies out there, and delicate is an unforgettable masterpiece that i reckon most people have read by now. lantur is a master of slow burn and the kiss that came after 200k+ words was absolutely worth it (even if i was burning inside the whole time while waiting for that one (1) moment) : )

@nightofnyx8 - her college AU one-shots are some of my favourites, alongside her piece for Mother’s Day which broke me in the best ways possible : )

@that-hoopy-frood - dismantle the sun was just... glorious. i think i read it sometime last year but??? will probably never recover from it : ) very painful but also very masterfully done <3

raisingmybanner (on ao3) - the amestrian waltz was a masterpiece which i am currently re-reading and still crying over bcs!!! no spoilers but roy is such a dense sweetheart and I'm living for it : )

I’ve also really enjoyed works written by:

@tsaritsa (tsaritsaa on ao3 // *winking emoji*)

@vadeofspades

@by-nina (by_nina on ao3 // smoke without fire is like sherlock on steroids)

@hirayaart

@sayarling890 (Sayarling on ao3 - special mention for mr. gallantry bcs KITH!!!)

@fullmetal-hellmouthchemist (Flight_At_Midnight on ao3)

@bringingglory (who very recently dropped a character study titled hold your hand out in the dark that is really just poetry in writing)

@royai (honorary mention for landslide, which was one of the first royai one-shots I ever read and instantly fell in love with)

@megthemighty

@lonepiper5758 (LonePiper on ao3)

#fic rec #alksjdhlasjd im so sorry I will link up the fics when I can but atm my eyes are killing me and I need some eye drops rn AHAHAHAHA #royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #I hope I didn't leave anybody out AAAAHHHHH #feel free to send me recs too im always down to consume more fic <3

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bakerstreethound · 3 years

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Chocolate Covered

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x reader

Warnings: Foodplay (use of chocolate syrup & strawberries), swearing, some strawberry!sherlock (sub boy), & yes, smut (18+)

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and you decide to try out a sweet new experiment with Sherlock, which in turn ends in passion play.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound

Word Count: 1,919

A/N: Confession time. I had this slated to be posted on Valentine’s Day but time got away from me & I’ve been struggling so much to write these days, but that’s alright. I’m just so happy to show you guys this little self indulgent work of mine...I couldn’t help the strawberries, yeah? Okay good hehe. Please keep in mind that Strawberry!Sherlock encompasses the gentle more human side of Sherlock one one really sees, but for those special few. As always, I do my best to remain in character as to maintain the integrity of Benedict’s Sherlock. Don’t worry, though, he’s still quite a bit dom towards the end here and I sincerely hope you enjoy! As always the biggest shoutout to @pandaqueen7799 for everything (:

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“What are you doing?”

“Just an experiment,” you chuckled as you shook the bottle of chocolate sauce not breaking eye contact with Sherlock as you took a step closer to him. Your lips brushed against his as you sat in his lap. “You like those, don’t you?”

He gulped, eyes inquisitive as a sly smirk grew across your face. “Of course.”

“Good, don’t move. I’ll be back in a minute.” You chuckled to yourself. “Though, you best be waiting for me on the bed in ten minutes.”

A few moments later you smile, balancing the tray in your hands expertly as you pushed open the door with your foot. “Knock knock. Look at that such a good boy for me.”

“You can’t even see me.”

“I know what your groaning sounds like and you’ve started without me. I still will be needing a lot of whipped cream for later. You better not let it go to waste. Would be a tragedy, wouldn’t it Sherlock?”

His eyes grew wide. He could hear the rapid incline of the beating of your heart, pupils dilating as they bore into his skull and he was in utter awe. It took all his willpower not to reach out and touch you, even if your hands were full.

“Well look at you, my good boy all ready for me,” you set the tray on the side table nearest you, plucking up a strawberry and smirking as he not so discreetly licked his lips, head falling back against the headboard.

“Please,” he murmured, leaning back further on his elbows, mouth-watering as you bit down on the sumptuous chocolate covered strawberry.

You shook your head, smirking as you discarded the stem, making way to straddle Sherlock. You hovered over him for a moment, his body desperate fighting to arch into your touch. His gaze bore into you, chest rising and falling steadily, yet increasing as you reached over him, grazing your lips just a touch against his, pulling back mercilessly as you smiled producing a bottle of chocolate sauce from behind your back.

His limbs began to hum as he inhaled. All he could sense was you, moaning softly as you bit into the righteously sinful fruit, evoking such pleasure and need he had held himself too high and mighty above. And yet, he was a human, nothing like a machine, the inner workings of his mind willing to combust, his heart open and willing to restart because of you.

He watched you slowly, expertly discard the crisp white shirt he’d worn earlier that morning, swallowing a swear as he smirked in satisfaction, smug to have some effect on you. Your need was apparent enough, cheeks flushed, breaths slow and steady increasing with each button released from its hold.

“You look…” he gulped as he felt something cold and wet fall across the planes of his chest.

You cooed. “It’s alright, Sherlock. Look at me…”

Tilting up his chin, you didn’t hesitate to press a chaste kiss to his lips, offering up your index finger and placed it softly across the seam of his lips, nodding in reassurance.

With little hesitation he swirled his tongue across your finger, the hint of chocolate and strawberry juices oh so faint sent his senses blazing. Too long he’d been hiding in the dark, senses all but muted by death and crime. For now, he let himself be undone enjoying the pleasures of life oh so fleeting.

“Berry?” You offered him a soft smile of reassurance before ever so slowly gliding up the berry across the chocolate trail smeared in an almost perfect line down his chest, just shy of the waistband of his pants.

“Please.”

He shut his mouth at your pointed look, resisting the urge to swallow as you bit into the fleshy fruit again, piercing its softness with your teeth glistening in juice.

“No then, what to do with this mess.” You brought your warm tongue to his chest, licking softly, deliberately, making sure he felt every inch of your ministrations and appreciation of him, how you relished this rare moment with him, bending the seemingly heartless detective to your will.

You were his one in a million and he couldn’t believe you were here in front of him bringing him to ruin with nothing but your tongue. He knew his needs were becoming apparent by the minute and he foolishly hoped it escaped your notice but he knew from the second drop you bestowed upon his chest that he was a goner and you would have your way with him the rest of the night.

Again, slowly this time you increase your pace, relishing the moans and whimpers you drew from the man before you.

“Consider this a very late Valentine’s present, Sherlock. Oh fuck, my precious boy.”

Sherlock licked his lips, trying in vain to hide the ever growing effect you were having on him.

“You're going to be good for me now, aren’t you, Sherl?”

He only hissed in response, inhaling a few short breaths as you sucked a mark onto his chest, licking and nipping, swirling your tongue through the remaining chocolate that still glistened upon his chest.

Ever so slowly you reached for another berry, bringing it up to the soft light illuminating the room, humming in satisfaction. “Only the best for my boy,” you beamed.

Sherlock could only stare as your eyes darkened, you above him inspecting the sinful fruit making him more delirious by the moment, his brain whirling faster than the speed of light. He felt as if he were going to combust if he didn’t have a taste. Of you, or the berry for that matter.

He arched off the bed, slightly, watching your mouth quirk before you brought the fruit down back to his chest, guiding it up to the remaining sliver of chocolate. Your eyes narrowed in feline delight and Sherlock though he tried to deny it, couldn’t. He swore his heartbeat was thundering so that you could hear it a mile away, but all logic aside, he was consumed by the aching need for more of you, your touch, and a taste of the righteous sinfulness above him.

And you delivered, swiping the berry up his chest, covering what you could, biting your lip at Sherlock’s delirious gaze, full of awe and hunger, and desire. Pressing your left hand to his chest, you eased him back against the headboard, bringing the covered fruit with you in your other hand and lifted it mere centimeters from his lips.

“It’s alright. Have a taste, Sherlock.” You drug your free hand from where it was pressed upon his chest up into his curls, tugging them back as he bit into the fruit, your lips meeting his neck as he groaned. You pressed yourself further onto him, relishing in the feeling of him as his tongue swirled around the berry before devouring the rest of it, nearly nipping your fingers that held the stem.

“Easy there, now.”

He licked his lips, meeting your eyes blown wide in bliss. “Please.”

You smirked, reaching down to grasp him in his pants, gleeful to find he was already perfectly aching for you as well.

“You’re catastrophic to me so, good for me Sherlock.”

He squirmed in response, breaths faltering as you tossed away the empty stem, dragging the hand gripping his curls up to his wrist, pinning it gently before stroking his clothed length. You dared to press a kiss into his neck, savoring his response as he eagerly pressed into you, your palm heating with his warmth.

You smirked, applying more pressure against him to allow him some relief and friction as you made way to kiss his neck, swiping your tongue over each mark, making sure to leave ample amounts across his collarbone. Wiggling free from your grasp, his hands found your hips gripping tightly panting softly against your lips.

“I need you,” he gazed up at you with pleading eyes, causing your heart to falter and smile at him, giving way to his need as his lips met yours, pulling you under him in a matter of moments, his pupils dilated, yet his confidence back, an almost ghost of a smirk forming on his lips.

“S-sherlock,” you stammered at the sudden switch of demeanor, all playfulness and awe stripped away, dissolving into nothing more but utter confidence, precision, and flaming desire as his eyes snapped, boring into your with a fire that lighted your core.

His lips against your warm skin was an answer enough as it sent shock waves through your system, lighting you up from the inside as he drug his tongue across the seam of your lips.

“Do you have any idea how cruel that was?”

“Awe is the poor baby sad he couldn’t maintain his composure?” You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck before slamming into his kiss in an act of your own desperation and need, your hands raking through and grasping handful after handful of his soft mass of curls.

He groaned, causing your grip around his waist to tighten as he moved his long deft fingers down your back, sending a multitude of shivers down your spine, inching trailing ever so slowly down to the waistband of your pants while his lips refused to leave any inch of your body untraced. It had been too long since he’d claimed you, marked you as his own, seen your body and felt your need. He wanted so desperately to prove something, anything to you that you and you alone were enough for him.

Sensing him falter and slowing in his movements, you squirmed. “Please, Sherlock. I...I need you now.”

He moved into you slowly, pressing the tip gently inside you, sensing your movements and reception of him as he finally sheathed himself completely inside you. There, you felt whole again, the missing piece fitting together in one perfect chorused moan.

Your hands trailed down to his chest, mildly sticky from the syrup you’d glazed on earlier. Utterly and endlessly spent, he smiled down at you, his length throbbing, still pulsing inside you, eyes delighting in watching you come undone for him alone, as you arched into him and his touch as he worked your sensitive bud with his index and forefinger, sending you off into oblivion seeing stars. He found the crook of your neck and, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck, his hot breath sending your pleasure unfolding further tenfold as he whispered a quiet command, or plea, rather. “Let go for me,” he murmured, so softly you thought you’d imagined the whispered caress.

You choked back a sob at how gentle yet demanding he was, shuddering and pulled him closer, stroking his back as you dared to move against him, feeling him deep inside you, bringing up your other to tangle in his hair, tugging gently. “Only for you, Sherlock.”

You met his piercing smoldering gaze with your own, arching into him as you lost yourself in the pleasure of him. He followed soon after, crashing into your lips, swallowing your moans as you felt his whole body relax, falling against you and wrapping his arms around you, too afraid to let go.

“My boy,” you murmured in his ear as he panted struggling to catch his breath.

“Always.” was his response before continuing to stroke his hands down across your back, sending what remaining sparks flying as you gasped and continued whimpering and pleading his name to the stars.

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starksvixen · 4 years

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Best Shot - Part 4

Warnings: lotta angst, poor medical description, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1519

A/N - There is some descriptive writing about being awake during surgery. This scene will take place in italics. If scenes like this make you squeamish, skip past the italicized part.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 (finale)

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He could hear your screams from the waiting room, making more tears fall with each tortured yelp. Why couldn’t they just sedate you? Give you some kind of pain management?

As if some other worldly power heard him, your echoes of pain no longer bounced towards him. Jay’s cries turned to sobs, his hands grasped so tight in front of his face his knuckles were white. Ruzek gently clapped his shoulder, along with the rest of the squad that surrounded the lone Halstead.

“She’s a fighter, Jay. I’m sure she’s okay,” he mumbles, trying to make the best of a bad situation.

Jay wishes with everything he has that Adam was right. That Rhodes had just put you under to spare you the pain. But there was a small voice, like a demon on his shoulder, saying that you had left him. That you were gone.

So as soon as Will entered the waiting area, covered in your blood, he held his breath. Everyone that was there for you did. When Will sat beside his brother, tears began to form in preparation for the worst.

“The, uh,” Will sighs. “The bullet was through and through. Only nicked a few arteries and Dr. Rhodes is stitching up the arteries right now. She might scream some more because she refused sedation.”

“Wait, without sedation? Why didn’t she want sedation?” Jay asks quickly.

“That’s something you’ll have to ask her once we move her up into recovery.”

“When can I see her?” Jay says while wiping what was left of his tears.

“Well, Natalie just has a few more tests to run after the surgery and then I’ll take you to her.” Will says while standing up. “She got really lucky, more then you know right now.”

Once he walks away, the entire district was in a kerfuffle over Will’s vagueness about your refusal of sedation.

“Who does he think he is? Sherlock Holmes? We deserve to know.” Ruzek says to the group.

“Yeah, well it’s obvious she didn’t want us to know something.” Jay snaps.

The whole room fell silent.

-(Y/N)’s POV-

The bounce from the stretcher sent pain racing through our abdomen, waking you up from your blood loss induced sleep. Once your eyes opened, you saw tears racing down Jay’s face as he sat on the ambo. You tried to sit up, tried to get to him and tell him you were okay. But the pain and a hand on your chest was a gruesome reminder.

“Let’s get 100 milligrams of Fentanyl in her stat and a bedside ultrasound,” Connor says as he wheels you into the trauma room.

“On my count. 1, 2, 3,”

Shaky hands lift your back board and lay you on the bed. All you can think to do is scream as your wound is hit multiple times in the tussle. Your vest is removed and your shirt is cut off swiftly with scissors. Through your blurry vision, you see Will and another doctor enter, gloves at the ready. The women takes the ultrasound wand from Connor as Will tries to place in an iv in your arm.

“Bullet is through and through,” Connor says.

“No free fluid in the belly,” the other doctor says before moving the wand lower. “Wait, hold the fentanyl.”

“Natalie, she needs it.” Will says as you feel a needle pierce your skin, adding onto the pile of pain your body was vibrating from.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), did you know you were pregnant?”

“No, no fucking way,” you mumble as you shake harder, only increasing your pain.

“Alright, (Y/N),” you hear Connor say. Turning your head, you can see the worry in his eyes.

“You are pregnant. Now I can give you a lower dose of fentanyl and I can get you under mild anesthesia. But I need to repair your wound or you and the baby will die.”

Everything begins to blur around you, but one thing stands out through the fog. You were going to protect your baby no matter what.

“Give me the lowest dose you can give me,” you whimper. “No sedation.”

“(Y/N)-”

“You heard me Connor!” you say as the pain spreads up, making it feel like you can’t breathe.

“Alright, call my team and take her to the Hybrid OR. Natalie, scrub in, I need you to keep an eye on that fetus.”

Connor and Natalie disappear out of the room as Will sticks you with yet another needle. Quickly, he wheels you in your bed into the OR. With the help of some nurses, he gets you on the operating table.

“Do you want me to tell Jay?” he asks.

“No,” you say while swallowing back whatever was left in your mouth. Will simply nods and leaves the room as Natalie and Connor enter.

“Alright, (Y/N), this is going to hurt but I need you to stay as still as possible. If you flinch and I knick another artery it’s game over for you two.” he says to, preparing what he needed to begin.

All you could do was nod, the pain and exhaustion beginning to overtake your already weak and fragile body.

That’s when you felt the first cut.

Searing pain on top of what already was unbearable spreads across your skin like fire ants on the hunt. You scream out, the only option you have as you force your body to stay as still as possible.

“(Y/N), the baby’s heart rate is increasing because of the pain. It’s safer for both of you to go under light sedation. I promise it won’t hurt it.” Natalie says to you, her worried eyes peering through into your soul.

You can only nod with a sob as Natalie gets to work. At the same time yet another needle pierces your skin, you feel cold metal digging into your chest. You’re out of energy to scream, all you can do is cry, ensuring your chest doesn’t bounce with each passing sob.

As you watch the needle disappear into your chest cavity, you prepare yourself to feel the pain once more. Thanks to the sedation, you finally didn’t feel a thing, but your body stayed tensed up as always.

After about a half an hour, you were closed up and waiting to be transferred to the recovery room. Connor sits beside you in the tiny ER room, his cap and mask in hand as he looks at you.

“Is it mine?”

Your breath hitches in your throat. What if it was? Back there, you automatically thought that the baby belonged to Jay, failing to remember about your adventures with Connor.

“I don’t know,” you croak. “If it is?”

“That’s up to you.”

You sigh to the amount your chest lets you. Things were finally right with Jay, you were in love and happy. Of course this happens now, something to take your happiness away.

“Dr. Rhodes? Can I have a moment with (Y/N)?” you hear Natalie say from the entrance to the cramped room.

“Yeah,” Connor says before standing up. “Just keep me updated.”

Natalie only nods as he leaves, you chuckling at her curtness towards him. She looks towards you and smiles, pulling the ultrasound machine over once more.

“Really? Him?” she says teasingly. You keep your chuckles soft to avoid more pain, but through your exhaustion you smile.

“What can I say? He was available.”

Looking down at her hand, you spot a ring on her finger, the one Jay had shown you many times on the anniversary of his Mom’s death. The one Will had taken for his special person.

“You’re Will’s fiancée?” you ask as you watch her hit a few buttons on the machine beside you two.

“Yeah, you must be Jay’s best friend then.” she replies before gently lifting up your gown.

“Not so much anymore,” you say with a bit of glum.

“I’m sure the baby won’t get in the way,” she reassures.

“That’s no-”

You’re interrupted by the sound of your baby’s heartbeat. Uncontrollable tears spring to your eyes once she turns the screen for you to see your tiny blip. Gently, you lay a hand over your mouth to hide your smile, not believing that there was another human inside you that somehow, you would do anything for already.

“The baby looks completely healthy, despite everything. They look to be about 7 weeks along.” Natalie says to you with a smile.

You run a hand through your hair, quickly doing the math in your head. The last time you and Connor slept together was well over 7 weeks at that point. You and Jay...well.

“It’s not Connor’s.” you reply with a soft sigh in relief.

With a smirk, Natalie sends a few photos to be printed before cleaning you up and taking you up to recovery. Once she gets you set up, ensuring everything was in working order, she walks towards the doorway. Before she leaves, she turns back towards you.

“Do you want me to bring Jay up?” she asks.

You nod softly as you gently lay a shaking hand on your abdomen. It was time for your blip to me it’s daddy.

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englandsgray · 3 years

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The Pathologist’s Skeletons

For Sherlolly Self Promotion day, I’ve decided to shine a little light on a fic of mine which will always have a very special place in my heart. It’s a casefic, a ghost story and has a bit of Sherlock’s mind palace 1960s AU fun thrown in for good measure! I loved writing it.

Molly doesn’t appear until chapter 8, though 😱 So, under the cut here I have written a summary of the story up to that point, so if you fancy jumping straight into Sherlolly, treat yourself to this condensed version of chapters 1-7! Rated T, established (engaged) Sherlolly, post TFP. If you do have a read, I hope you enjoy ❤️

Thank you so much to @sherlollyappreciationweek for hosting the event 🙏❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27084976/chapters/66134473

Chapter 1 - Prologue

A ghostly figure stands opposite the person who confesses to being his murderer.

Chapter 2

Early 1960s London. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson learn from Inspector Lestrade that the right hand man of well known gangster John Clay has been killed. The body of Archie Gault was found in the remains of a pub after a fire, but post-mortem confirmed he died from blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Holmes is little interested in another barely disguised gangland killing. Lestrade offers to take him for chips.

Chapter 3

Via the blog of John H. Watson, we find that the three men have travelled to the coast.

Chapter 4

Holmes, Watson and Lestrade examine the remains of the burnt-out pub, hear whiteness testimony from the night of the fire, including descriptions of a brawl which broke out, a man being held back by bar staff as everyone was being evacuated, another who suffers a head injury, someone by the name of Corrigan who doesn’t get to finish his pint, and a strange anomaly in the timings. We learn that Archie Gault was holding court that night, but his jilted girlfriend was not happy with his reaction to the appearance of an unknown other woman, with whom it is clear he has had a previous relationship he is keen to re-establish. Holmes and Watson visit the pathologist who examined the bodies of the fire victims, but he is frustratingly unhelpful.

Chapter 5

Remaining at the 1960s British seaside, Holmes meets Alice, a young woman with a distinctive breathing pattern and with a parcel for him. Lestrade has failed to pique Holmes’ interest in the case, but Alice knows Sherlock will want the information she holds, because of his pathologist.

Chapter 6

Holmes reviews the information he has been presented with, deep within his mind palace, until he is gently woken…

Chapter 7

We meet Edward Hooper, his sister Violet and her son Arthur through his (Edward’s) diaries, kept over the time his sister and he moved to the seaside, the birth of Arthur, Violet’s employment by the Smallwood family and his own new role at a prosthetic engineering firm, between 1956 and 1961. We learn that on a rare night out together, Edward witnessed Archie Gault - the father of his nephew - attack his sister, Violet. As the fight breaks out in the Borough Inn, Edward is at first held back by bar staff, but then grabs a beer bottle and hits Archie Gault over the back of the head with it, at which he slumps to the ground. Edward dare not tell the police for fear of leaving Violet and Arthur alone and unprotected. But gradually his guilt eats away at him. The first time he sees Archie again he is nothing but relieved, but this is not a spirit among the living, nor one content to be dead. Edward is tormented by the ghost, finds empty beer bottles everywhere he goes, and feels he is being driven mad. He is suspended from work after plans and prototypes go missing, and in his lowest moment he sees a vision of Archie laid dead upon the pavement in broad daylight and in front of a street full of witnesses. Then, one night while Violet and Arthur are away with the Smallwood family, a single brown glass bottle appears in the little boy’s cot. Edward makes a deal with the ghost, asking him to leave alongside him and leave Violet and Arthur alone forever. By morning, he is gone.

Onwards...

Sherlock and Molly have travelled to the coast, to Molly’s grandmother Violet’s flat, and Sherlock, seeing Molly’s grief and sadness, promises to help her. We then travel back in real time by a few days, to when this story began to reveal itself to Sherlock and Molly, and we see the source material Sherlock drew on to construct his mind palace escapade. Largely because I had too much fun researching mid-century clothing and indulging my love of period police dramas, we pop back a few decades a couple more times during the fic :)

Thank you for reading so far... I hope you’re tempted to check out the rest! Whatever you’re inspired to read by the self-promo event, enjoy the Sherlolly loveliness 💕

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jamilelucato · 4 years

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Faking It || pt. 4 [F.W.]

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader; Fred Weasley x reader.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Hogwarts Masterlist

Summary: You’re a Slytherin dating Draco Malfoy and life is pretty normal until Fred Weasley decides that the best prank against Draco involves you; this won’t end well, will it?

*gif not mine

Warnings: cheating; a bit angst

Words: 4k+

A/N: I’m so late and I’m so sorry! But here it is! Final part!

Tag List: @marvelsmalfoy @naomi02hook @elf-punk @enjoying-fantasyland21 @stuckindilemma @moosewingsimagines @happiestsparkleofall @gredvb @sillypotterheadcrus

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After the second kiss, y/N and Fred couldn't stop anymore. Fred was thriving, of course. His plan was working like he dreamed it would, and although at first, you didn't want to talk — you planned on keeping things impersonal so you could separate Fred from your real boyfriend —, he found his way around you to keep things a little more talkative.

"So, how was your day?" he asked once she walked inside the empty classroom they had agreed to meet in.

You stopped at your tracks, not completing your action of reaching for his hair. Was he asking about your day for real? Was he interested? You stared at him for a long second; it seemed so. His eyes were looking at you eagerly, waiting for your reply.

"It was busy," you had no idea how to answer that, it wasn't like you very familiarized with the question — your family never asked, you had no close friends to bother with that and Draco never seemed interested. "Had a lot do."

"Like what?" he encouraged you to continue, placing his hands softly at your waist, not making any more movements to rush to the snogging part.

You looked down at your feet, not sure of what to say.

"I had to do homework," you started but realized soon enough how simple that sounded. "'Cause I've been avoiding it all week — I hate doing it right away, you know?"

He pulled you closer to him, supporting his own body on the empty table.

"How about you?" you asked, remembering good manners.

"Busy being the third wheel to my brother," he said with a faded smile. "Can't say I didn't miss you."

"Fred..." you said his name as a warning, and it was all he needed to laugh it off, almost like an angry laugh.

"It's the truth," he said. Although it wasn't for much — he hadn't been thinking about you all day —, he had just missed you when he had to watch his twin kissing Angelina. He wouldn't admit, but he had grown fond of your kisses.

"This is not supposed to be happening, Fred," you kept going, leaning back, finally staring him in the eye. "If you..."

"It's out of my mind; puff!" he rushed to say, miming an explosion with his left hand.

He finally kissed you and with his lips on yours, any worrying thoughts you had, disappeared.

It took around two more making out sessions for you to start talking to Fred about Draco. It never occurred to you that he could use the information for something wicked, and you had already passed the stage were only mentioning Draco around Fred made you insanely guilty.

As soon as the first tip came out of your lips — Draco and the other Slytherins Quidditch players were going to be training around one a.m. for the following week —, Fred and George started shaping their prank.

Fred was careful not to leave anything that could track back to him and his twin, so you wouldn't be able to accuse him. And you never blamed him, because most of the time, you never heard about the pranks. Draco felt too exposed if he had to tell someone what was happening to him — papers missing for no reason, homework's pages blanc just after he had done them and all the team's brooms were now having defects (he was feeling bad for this one since it was his father that gave them to the players).

So you kept meeting Fred in the middle of the nights, hiding in new spots every day and empty classrooms you never knew existed. You felt sinful most of the daytime, especially when you were having a meal next to Draco, but when the nights fell, you felt anxious, desperate and desirous.

Every night with Fred was different — you two manage to find new ways of touching each other every time, even after you made him promise he would not push for sex, at least not the proper thing. There were many diverse ways... that, well, you weren't so reluctant to try.

But that wasn't all of it. You two didn't spend every time attached to each others' throats; there were evenings that you'd meet at the Astronomy Tower to chat and eat midnight snacks. Spending time with Fred was more than carnal; it had become emotional.

That was when you knew you had to do something. You couldn't keep cheating on Draco. At any time were you correct of doing it, but at least in the beginning, you convinced yourself it wasn't so wrong. After all, it was what your relationship with Draco was missing — touches, kisses. More than before, your boyfriend had become distant for those things.

Fred never pushed you to break up with Draco so you two could be public. In fact, he even asked about Draco quite often — things of "how was Draco's day?", "is he gonna practice Quidditch this week?", or "is he gonna buy the whole team new brooms?" were questions you had answered.

A part of you believed that was Fred's way of telling you he didn't like the situation.

It was lunchtime when you decided you were going to break up with Draco Malfoy. It was going to be horrible, of course, but not because of you or him. The relationship was decadent anyway. The hard part would be listening to your parents complaining of how you let go of an excellent marriage chance, an opportunity of rising, even more, your pureblood status.

Oh, Merlin and when they would find out about you and Fred, how angry will they be! They despite Arthur Weasley and his "more muggle than pureblood" family.

You were also worried about Narcissa Malfoy; how nice and kind she had always been to you, and you were going to throw that all away for Molly Weasley — you heard a lot about her from Fred, and according to him, she would not like you at all.

But, even if it was going to be a living hell from now on, you had to do it. You were going to break up with Draco Malfoy.

***

Fred Weasley was hiding inside Harry's invisibility cloak, and the owner of it was right behind him and his twin — invisible as well.

"That was wicked," he whispered to the boys, "but now we have to rush out of here."

They walked out, slowly but steady, of the Slytherin's common room after watching Draco opening a special present they had sent him. The whole place had exploded with the worst smell of all time, and Draco even got blamed for it.

They were able to walk in firstly because they were invisible; secondly, because Fred walked you in your house last night and he happened to hear the password.

Once they were inside their common room, George breathed relieved.

"We could have gotten caught," he said, sitting down next to his twin in one of the red couches.

Harry sat in front of them, next to Hermione and Ginny, whose attentions were once at a Potions book.

"Nah," Fred replied, "it wouldn't be that bad."

"Of course it wouldn't be bad for you, Freddiekins," George said, not realizing what he was revealing before it was already out. "Your Slytherin princess would've come to your rescue."

Fred hit his brother on his neck, and George let out a loud "ouch!"

However, Ginny's and Hermione's eyes didn't even lock with theirs, as they expected.

Fred kept staring, confused.

"What?" Ginny asked. She noticed her brothers' worried looks before giggling. "As if we don't know about y/N."

"GEORGE!" Fred shouted, hitting his twin again, trying to be more painful this time.

"Stop it, mate, it wasn't me!" George shouted back, leaning away from his twin's hand.

"It wasn't him, Fred," Ginny spoke a bit louder so her brother would calm down immediately. "It was you actually."

George smirked before revengingly punching his twin.

"Me? I'm pretty sure I never even mentioned her to you."

"There was no need," said Hermione, closing the book and readjusting her posture.

"Firstly, you are very obvious," said Ginny. "Staring at her all the time, and frowning when she gets near Draco."

"Secondly," she continued, not allowing her brother to protest like he clearly did. "There needed to be an explanation of why you knew Draco's schedule from top to bottom."

Fred exchanged looks with his twin, who just shrugged in response. Harry tried not to laugh at the situation — he also knew everything about Fred's messing around.

"Besides, we caught the two of you holding hands in the hallways a couple of night ago," Hermione said, tilting her head towards Harry, making clear she had a witness.

"Okay, little Sherlock Holmes, you guys caught me," Fred sighed, leaning his back at the couch, relaxing. "But wasn't it worthy? Wasn't it super fun watching Draco and the rest of the dimwitted from Slytherin suffering?"

"It was the best time ever!" Harry celebrated, and Fred couldn't help but laugh with the boy.

"See?" Fred raised a brow to his sister. "Someone knows how to have fun."

"Oh, we had fun, Freddie," Ginny smirked, "and we will have so much more when it all blows up."

Fred pretended to be shocked, putting his hand over his heart. "Poor Draco Malfoy," he laughed.

"No, brother," Ginny continued, dropping the smirk as her tone got more serious. "Poor you."

*** Fred and George were walking side by side after Quidditch practice. They wanted to be running, but after the killer look Mr Filch sent them when he saw the two, they decided it was best to avoid it even if they were hungry.

George decided that if they simply washed their hands and faces, it'd be enough to walk in the Great Hall, so that was what they did. Their Quidditch jumper was a bit dirty, but they thought it was best to overlook it and simply eat.

Ginny, however, was running through the corridors, looking desperately for her brother. Once she found them, she had a little trouble stopping on her tracks, and her face almost ended up dirty because of George's jumpers.

"What the bloody hell, Ginny?!" Fred asked, holding one of her arms.

"Fred!" she shouted, a little breathless. "Y/N and Draco! They...!"

"They what, woman?" demanded George, rather impatient as well as his twin.

She took a deep breath before finally sharing. "They broke up, Fred. Y/N and Draco broke up."

Her words hovered in the air, Fred hoping he hadn't heard Ginny right. But there was no mistake as he noticed his siblings staring at him, both worried.

So you had broken up with Draco. Oh, Merlin, you had broken up with Draco! That completely ruined his plans! How was he going to know the Slytherin boy next steps?

"Fred," George started, slightly touching his twin's arm, "you have to do something."

"I know," Fred replied, not facing his twin nor Ginny.

"Are you ready to do it?" Ginny asked, but Fred couldn't understand what she meant. He had to tell you to forget about him; it wasn't that hard.

The three Weasleys kept walking towards the Great Hall, but George and Ginny left Fred behind when he stopped walking at the sight of you.

Ginny's question was starting to make sense as he tilted his head to the secret passage he wanted you to follow him through. He wasn't ready to break things up with you.

You followed him, no longer afraid if people were watching you. You weren't the one to blame anymore — you were, after a long year, single again.

Fred, however, wasn't patient enough to wait until you two were completely out of sight and he shouted at you as soon as you two had turned to another corridor just a few steps away from the Great Hall's entrance.

"How could you?!"

"What?" you asked, confused.

"How could you break up with Draco?" he asked loudly, finally looking at your [y/e/c] eyes. He regretted almost immediately, but he couldn't look away.

"Oh," you sighed, relaxing your tense muscles. "It had nothing to do with you."

"Really?!?" he frowned in a fake smile.

You gulped, "Well, you influenced the decision — it's true — but this doesn't mean at all that I expect you to propose or something."

He tilted his head to the left, pressing his fingers over his eyes.

"Then, why — why — did you break up with him?"

His hostile tone was turning you angry too, even though you had been feeling relieved a couple of minutes ago.

"Why?" you repeated, nervously giggling. "Oh my, Fred, why do you think? Because what I was doing was wrong! I was cheating on him! Don't you see how it was a bad thing, for both me and Draco?"

He looked back at you.

"It wasn't all that bad if we had so much fun," he wrinkled his nose and raised a brow.

"Well, Fred, it can still be fun!" you couldn't understand what his problem was. At first, you thought he was afraid of commitment, but you had assured him that he didn't need to be your boyfriend right away. Now it seemed as if he enjoyed being a love affair.

"No, it cannot!" Fred replied, shaking his head without having a good reason why.

You gulped while turning away from him. Though you didn't leave, you just needed him not to see you crying. That was when you noticed you had an audience.

Ginny Weasley wasn't watching you two; she was pushing Pansy Parkinson away from the scene. Fortunately, they were the only two present. You hid your face in your hands, waiting for Pansy's smart comments. There were none, however.

You glanced up at the Slytherin girl, who offered you her sympathetic look.

And that was how you found out.

Pansy had been telling you how on Earth the Slytherin players were so unlucky — with their brooms and all (you hadn't paid attention to that part) — and she wondered how people even discovered they were training at midnight.

Their practice hour was the most kept secret that the Slytherins tried to hide at all costs, particularly because if a Professor ended up knowing, they'd get punished, as it was forbidden.

At the time, you had ignored her remarks, as you were too distracted trying to figure out why there were so many girls around Fred, at the other side of the Courtyard.

However, now you knew. There was someone outside of the Slytherins that knew about the unusual Quidditch training sessions, and that was someone unusually notable for hate your team.

You turned to face Fred, with a killer expression, one he got afraid of at first sight.

"You used me," you said, your voice just a whisper because you didn't want it to be true.

"What?" he asked gulping.

"You used me!" you now shouted, one step away from getting your wand and hexing him.

He didn't say a thing and took a step back. Wrong move, Freddie, you thought.

"How oblivious have I been, oh, Merlin!" you kept roaring. "Draco's hair shorter one day after he left the library — he said he didn't want to talk about it—; the brooms of my team, all broken..."

You connected all the dots as Fred leaned away from you, and that was it for you. Reaching for your wand, you screamed: “Diffendo!"

Fred got his wand as well. "Y/N, stop! I don't wanna hurt you, please stop!" he screamed, defending himself from the spell. "I don't want to hurt you."

You lowered your wand, taking a deep breath. Hurting Fred wasn't going to turn back time, and you couldn't prevent yourself for having fallen for him. Shit, you had to realize it now?

"Don't worry, Weasley," you said, using his last name to sound as indifferent as you could. "You already did."

***

Your life was just going to classes and your dorm. When you felt hungry, you'd go to the kitchen and ask for the house-elves to prepare you something. Sometimes, Pansy Parkinson appeared with food.

You didn't expect her to turn out as your friend, but she surprised you by being very nice towards you. She kept you informed about what was going on in the school since you no longer felt like walking around it.

She was even kind enough to not gossip to everyone about you and Fred — although you couldn't be sure about that since you didn't ask around about it.

You didn't felt like leaving this routine soon. Every place in the castle seemed to hold its particular memory of one of yours and Fred's snick outs. Apparently, you two had made out all over the school, which made it harder for you to pass through hallways without remembering.

Stupid! How could you still miss someone that was just messing around with you? He used you for information about your ex, and yet, there you were, thinking about him.

***

Fred was miserable. He didn't think he would be, but he was.

After that whole scene he and you caused, he felt no longer hungry. Ginny told him she'd ask George to check up on him later, so Fred was free to disappear.

"I knew it was a bad idea," George said, sitting next to his brother on his bed, "but you were so happy..."

"Don't look very happy now, huh?" Fred sighed.

"You should talk to her."

"Are you kidding? She tried to 'Diffendo' me! Next time, I'm sure she won't hesitate to cast Avada Kedrava," Fred stared at his twin.

"Can you blame her, though?" George raised a bow at his brother.

And Fred couldn't. He knew you were right, and he was the wrong one, the one to blame. It was all his fault.

However, he did not stay locked in his room because he expected to see you around and corner you. But you weren't there in the meals, and you weren't walking around the corridors.

Oh, the corridors. Fred could point out every hidden spot he had used to kiss you, squeeze you. At this point, he had to accept he had gone mad.

It was not only until a particular Potion class, that he came to the undeniable realization of being in love.

"Merlin, why is this class smelling like chocolate?" he asked out loud to his brother, after walking in late. "Slughorn decided to offer us a chocolate frog, is that it?"

Some of the students around them started laughing.

"It doesn't smell like chocolate at all," George denied, frowning.

Fred thought about it — there was something else, but it was definitely chocolate. An exact type of chocolate, one he was missing the taste.

"That, my dear Mr Weasley," said Slughorn, coming near the boys," is the Amortentia Potion our dear Hannah is helping me prepare" and the Professor pointed to a girl messing with a cauldron.

George and Fred exchanged looks. The older twin gulped.

"Chocolate, huh?" Slughorn continued. "Is that what does it for you?" the entire class sprang laughing at the comment.

Fred knew what the Amortentia was: a love potion that left a smell of the thing one loved, imitating the scent of a loved one.

And there was only one girl Fred had kissed that smelled like chocolate.

***

"You got to do something about it," exclaimed Ginny, after hearing everything about the Amortentia. George was the one to fill her in.

"I will, little sister."

"Because if don't..." Ginny kept going only then realizing her brother's answer. "You will?"

Fred nodded affirmatively.

"How will you find her, though?" she questioned. "She's not leaving her room."

"She tried this morning," meddled Ron, who was eavesdropping all this time. "But she received a Howler, an extra loud one. From her mom — she was disappointed with her daughter for breaking up with Draco."

Fred sighed; there was nothing he could do about that. Besides, he had no idea of how to counter you.

That was until he saw Pansy Parkinson leaving the kitchen with a tray of food. Fred knew immediately to who she was taking it.

"Give it to me, Parkinson," he asked, not very politely.

"Get out, Weasley," she tried outrunning him, but failed because she was scared of dropping the food.

"Come on, we both know she can't stay hiding anymore," Fred said, "and we both know I'm the only one able to stop it."

She seemed to think about it before sighing and giving in.

"Go, lover boy," she handed him the tray.

Fred walked just two steps before turning back at the Slytherin girl.

"What's the password?" he asked, smiling embarrassedly.

"No way I'm telling you," she crossed her arms.

"Oh, come on!"

"I'll come with you," Pansy rolled her eyes and guided Fred to the dungeons.

***

The Slytherin common room was not crowded, which Fred was very thankful because he managed to walk through it without getting stopped.

"It's that door," Pansy informed him, pointing out a door to the left.

Fred breathed hard before walking in.

"Pansy, thank you for..." you froze once you noticed it was Fred. "What are you doing here?"

You stood up, showing the least formal clothing Fred had ever seen you wear. Sweat pants and a jumper, a red one even, much similar to the ones his mom makes him every year.

"We need to talk."

You rolled your eyes while he carefully positioned the tray over one of the beds.

"Weasley, I know everything I need to know."

"No, you don't," he contested. "You think you do, and perhaps at the start, it was true. I used you to get info on Draco."

You reached for the door. "That's all I need to know," you said, "Care to leave now?"

"Stop running from me, y/N, I'm not gonna hurt you," he remembered your words from days before and added: "Not anymore, anyway."

You groaned, closing the door.

"You have a minute."

He smiled at the opportunity.

"You don't know everything, okay?" he started, putting his hands in his pockets. "You don't know how I wait for the day to turn night just so I could see you again, kiss you again..."

"Have you as mine, even if for a couple of hours, was better than any prank I could have pulled on Draco," he kept going, staring straight at your eyes. "And at first, I didn't want to admit it. I wasn't brave enough to assume I was in love, not until I kinda did it in front of the whole class."

At the mention of the word "love", you felt your heart skip a beat. Could he be serious?

"You told everyone you were in love with me?" you asked, confused and curious.

"Not like that," he answered. "Have you heard of Amortentia?"

You nodded positively. You had studied it at the beginning of the year.

"Mine was smelling like chocolate," he continued, "and I told it to the entire class. They didn't realize what it meant, of course, but I did."

You stared at him, expectedly. Chocolate was it for you too — at least, it was the first thing you thought he tasted like when he kissed you that night many days ago at the Astronomy Tower.

"There's only someone I've kissed that tasted like the finest chocolate ever," he said, pressing his lips together, scared of your reaction.

"Freddie..." you started saying but didn't know how to proceed. You had to stop his puppy eyes from coming out; you had to stop him from looking at you like that — like you were his deepest desire.

But at the sound of his name coming for your lips, his heart melted just a little more.

He looked at you, expecting you to continue talking. His hand ran to his hair, nervously, just like he did at the Astronomy Tower.

"Nothing," you said, smiling acceptingly, repeating your words from that night as well.

And he remembered. He remembered every moment he spent with you.

So he rushed towards you, reaching for your chin, holding it tight so you wouldn't disappear But there was nowhere else you wanted to be.

His lips met yours, not taking long for it to get passionately. You two missed each other too much to pretend not to be eager. And he tasted like chocolate, just like he did before. Just like he would always taste.

#fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x slytherin reader #Fred and George Weasley #george weasley #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x slytherin reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy #slytherin #hp #hp fic #harry potter

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mystrademystery · 3 years

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Dedicated to the best Mycroft I Adore. @bats6425

Prompt: Valentine's Day

"Sometimes, you can't help who you fall in love with."

When Greg came to the Diogenes club, he expected it to be lonely, obviously the said British government wasn't festive or was he sentimental but nevertheless, the silver fox arrived to see at least vases with roses, probably Anthea's touch, kudos to that sweet secretary.

That being said, Anthea appeared looking grim, Greg would of asked why but she beat him to it "Mr. Holmes is brooding, Greg, hasn't even touched his tea, third one this afternoon.." she sighed softly, Greg sighed too "I'll handle it hun, leave it to old Greg to get him functional, yeah? But I need you to do me a favour... Cut off anymore paperwork, he's mine for the rest of today and the next, yeah?" The officer gave her his best cheeky chappy smile.

Anthea gave him a raised brow before shyly smiling, already knowing what gears are turning in the DI's head, thus she nods and swears she would, ushering him to the double oak doors to work his miracle.

Greg couldn't help but silently laugh and actually went in, not that he ever knocks knowing Mycroft was going to be deep into work, and he was right, quietly he walked in and raised an amused brow at what the said British government greeted him with.

"Anthea? Could you send me a copy of that report for the United Nations? I don't seem to be able to access it.." the ginger said as he waved a hand,facing the wall, Greg guessing that he was rubbing his face.

Gently wrapping his arms around the taller male, he chuckled softly "don't think I can or am I pretty as your PA, Posh." He copes and gave him a kiss on the jaw as he plucked the laptop off his lap and placed it on the desk beside them, knowing he shocked the ginger at being there when he was supposed to actually be in Scotland for something, it only made the DI smile wider at the other's spluttering. Oh how he loved his posh, he was so cute.

Oh yes it caught the other off guard that his Gregory was hugging him and was already back from the supposed week long conference. And that he didn't think he was pretty. That's..

"that's absurd Gregory. Your charm surpasses any- I was not suppose to say that out loud.." Mycroft said, mumbling as he rubbed his face yet again, fatigue sinking in now that he relaxed as the DI was back and that was a sure sign he had missed the silver fox.

Oh the irony of not being the sentimental one...

As he watched the other get lost in his head, he slowly held the others head close to his chest and played with the little fluff of hair on his head "c'mon posh. Enough work. Knowing you, while I was away you'd gone back to that horrible habit of over working, and I won't let ya. It took me ages to crack 'at." He said as he kissed the top of his head, hearing a mumbled apology. "Posh.. what did I tell ya? Is okay.. do I have to remind you all over again..? Hmm?"

Mycroft shook his head despite slowly holding the other with an arm, tucking his face on the other's shirt.

"I'm going to tell you anyways. I'm not mad at ya for going back to old habits but ya gotta break them, it's bad for ya. Hmm? And I care. I care about you, no I'm not having it" he takes when he heard the other deny it, instead the ginger asked why and it made Greg smile softly as he kissed the crown of his head again "because, posh, sometimes you can't help who you fall in love with."

"and that's just the start of it, I love you posh, I care, I don't care that you run the country and all that crap, Care about you, yet health and safety." Greg went on, not meaning to return to old roots and his accent.

"and I won't 'ave it that you'll work your pretty arse off, tire yourself and neglect it, you're important, to a lot of people, to Sherlock, to 'thea and specially to me." He said softly as he felt the other nod, slowly, he hooked the rose he kept in his back pocket and placed it on his darling's ear "and.. if you don't take care of yourself.. there's only one posh in this world, won't have anyone else if I lost ya.." he whispered softly, feeling the other's cheeks burn "now c'mon.. got lasagna back at your apartment, Thea's cut your work off and I'm in charge to take you home and I can continue reminding you and telling you what else and why I love you." He copes as he heard the other give him a soft okay

"Joyeuse saint Valentin.. posh." He whispered as he rubbed the other's cheek as he held him "course I'll always come back to you, promised you I would.." he chuckled softly "stop brooding now and let's go home."

"Home.." Mycroft parroted

"yes home"

"Home is where the heart is, Gregory, and that's you.."

"and that's you too"

"Then I'm already home.."

"Guess I am too."

"that you are, Gregory, Welcome home."

#mystrade #greg lestrade #mycroft holmes #sherlock #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #bbc Sherlock #mystrade plot bunny #mystradefics #quick fic #mystrademysterywrites #drabble

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prosopopeya · 3 years

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Fic Writer Questions

from @clarrisani !!!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

on ao3 i have 28. tbf though i never transferred over a bunch of my stuff from lj back in the day.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

176,571

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

11 listed on ao3. shout out though to house, which i wrote a bunch for but it never made it to ao3, and likely never will, and also to sherlock holmes which i wrote some fic for but more significantly, spend 2 years roleplaying. also if we want to get real nostalgic, the hits from my ffn days included such fandoms as lizzie mcguire, buffy, star trek voyager, monk, and of course, labyrinth.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Inevitable Homoeroticism in Spanish Romantic Heroes: my dean is a hispanist, grad school au. written bc at the time i was reading so many college aus and going you know what. you know what this fandom needs. and also i need therapy and instead i will write this fic.

i’m so glad it was and still is well received, and until this year’s dcbb, i thought i’d never write something as personally significant as this ever again. i’m happy to be adding something else to that list shortly (and hope it’s as well liked!).

as a sidenote, this fic was requested by and heavily cheerleaded by a friend of mine who has since passed away, and i will always think of jaymee when i think of this fic.

Like Real People Do: my impulse-written, kneejerk reaction to cas’s confession in 15x18. i wanted cas to have a chance to process his feelings separate from dean and also i wanted to push back on the notion that he was happy just saying it bc maybe after all he wants dean to love him back. it’s fitting that it comes after the grad school au in this list bc it was my return to fandom. also a rare example of me writing cas pov. (soon to not be so rare.)

Flying in Circles Inside a Jar: a s5 era fic where dean and cas get together in a roundabout way. god this was written so long ago and there are parts of it i want to change, but overall i’m still proud of a lot of moments in this fic. some good dialogue in here.

Command Me to Be Well: my angstier entry into my s15 fix-its. dean decides that he will let him and cas have sex but they can’t have feelings about it. this got way more popular than i thought it would, and it took me forever to write it, but it was definitely proof to me that i could come back to writing bc i had to edit this fic a bunch, and i was always horrible at editing. but i have better meds now yay!

fourth place is technically the codas to the grad school au, which also have some good moments but also the last coda i wrote makes me cry when i think about it still. but bc it’s part of the same universe i’m going to add:

Some Boys are Sleeping Alone: another early days fic ft. dean coming to terms with his sexuality and how it was affected by his father among other things throughout his life. this has essentially become the backbone to my conception of dean’s sexuality in canon. it ends sad! plot twist for me these days.

what i love about this list, looking at it now, is that it’s a healthy mix of my old stuff and my new stuff, and overall represents well my themes of dean’s bisexual journey and several examples of cas standing up for himself, though s4/s5 cas was just like that.

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i didn’t back in the day so much bc, you know, grad school, i was busy. i’ve been trying to since i got back into writing but have been staring at my inbox of things i need to reply to for like three months. i will do it at some point!

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

god i don’t know. i wrote so much angstier stuff back in the day. i don’t really want to re-peruse all the random stuff on my ao3 but here’s one that sticks out to me even still: the au that has quinn fabray from glee in a sham marriage with jason mcconnell from bare: a pop opera and no one is happy. no one asked for this fic but i had many feelings about it.

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

these days most of my fics end happy, but the one that still has me tear up at the end is the fluff entry i wrote for dean’s birthday: through autumn’s advancing. it’s jody that always gets me. jody hugging and murmuring a goodbye to dean, and then dean watching as she hugs and whispers something to cas. i don’t know what she’s saying but her embracing cas just gets me every time.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

oh boy. back in the day, i would write just about anything anyone asked of me, and i prided myself on selling the wildest concepts imaginable. my lj contains a multitude of shames, but on ao3 probably the wildest is supernatural/my little pony: friendship is magic. here’s another example of me writing cas as he bonds with fluttershy.

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

i don’t... think so?

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

boy do i! uh the naked kind?? idk my approach to sex scenes is to try to capture realism but in the emotional sense. usually there’s a fun amount of dialogue. some amount of significance beyond just the act itself. i think my big thing is still representing the characters as themselves, in character.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i’m aware of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don’t think so?!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

this dcbb is essentially being like executive produced by @marbleflan. but there may be a more explicitly co-written fic coming up. :) :) :)

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

dean/cas, hands down. nothing will ever compare to the absolute insanity of the way they happened in this television show.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i started a dean/benny/cas purgatory fic that i want to get back to one day... also my fic with ghost!kevin teaming up with human blood!crowley and human!cas.

16) What are your writing strengths?

i’d like to think it’s capturing the feel of the character and staying ic. that’s my #1 goal always and the best comment i could ever receive. i like my dialogue too.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

plot. i can’t plot to save my life. also editing. also inventing any original character is an absolute blindspot of mine.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

well i mean. i have. done that. my bilingual experience involves some weaving in and out of a language in conversation, usually mid-sentence or once you hit a word you either can’t think of in one language or feels better in another. or filler words/phrases like well, or let’s go.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

gosh. probably lizzie mcguire.

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

the grad school au will always hold a special place in my heart. but i also really love this one i wrote that was a love letter to the virginia state fair, which i went to like every year when i was a kid and still hold a lot of nostalgia and love for in my heart. i really want to retool that one. there are some things i want to change about it, you know, almost ten years later.

@ anyone who wants to do this thing!!!!!!!

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holidaysat221b · 3 years

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The 12 Days of Sherlolly 2020 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who participated in this winter/holiday fest. We had twenty-four submissions from eight different authors and artists. Nine photo edits, thirteen fics, a custom Funko Pop, and a video this year!

Thank you to @mel-loves-all, @simplyshelbs16xoxo, @goodshipsherlollipop, @mizjoely, @girlysword, @englandsgray, @sundance201 and… me.

Below are the links to all twenty-four submissions. Please pop in and leave a comment, kudo, or like.

12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles - Written by @darnedchild A series of 200 word drabbles inspired by one word prompts. Written for the 2017 “12 Days of Sherlolly”. (Repost from 2017′s 12 Days of Sherlolly, On Ao3, Complete in 12 Parts, Rated G)

The 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly - Created by @mel-loves-all 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly - Created by @mel-loves-all Baby, it’s cold outside (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly - Created by @mel-loves-all Be Mine (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly - Created by @mel-loves-all Happy Holidays (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly - Created by @mel-loves-all Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly - Created by @mel-loves-all Merry Christmas (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly - Created by @mel-loves-all Sherlock loves Molly (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The 2020 12 Days of Sherlolly - Created by @mel-loves-all Sherlolly (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The Adventure of the Abbey Grange - Written by @girlysword By sheer happenstance, none of the cases I covered in the main “If ACD Created Molly Hooper” storyline take place during the winter, so I thought to rewrite one of the winter cases in the ACD-Molly universe for 12 Days of Sherlolly. (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

The Arrangement - Written by @mizjoely When the acerbic Mr. Holmes comes to fellow university classmate Molly Hooper’s defence, it comes as quite the surprise to her! Even more surprising is his later visit to her to clarify things between them. (On Ao3, Complete in 2 Parts, Rated G)

The Christmas Caper - Written by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Sherlock and Molly haven’t spoken in months since the phone call. Though both are aware of the other’s feelings, they’re at a standstill. Enter: Mycroft Holmes with an elaborate plan to bring them together. (On Ao3, Complete in 7 Parts, Rated T)

Christmas During COVID - Written by @goodshipsherlollipop Molly Holmes is disappointed that the plans she had made for a lovely family Christmas had to be set aside due to the change in COVID guidelines for Christmas. But she counts her blessings as Christina turns one and Victoria excitedly awaits Father Christmas. Parentlock x 2, Sherlolly (COVID-19 sub-series, part 18) If you are interested in reading what comes before this, look me up on fanfiction.net. A continuation of my Journey series. (On Ao3, Complete in 5 Parts, Rated T)

Christmas Plans during a Pandemic - Written by @goodshipsherlollipop With the guidelines allowing three households to mix freely for the Christmas holiday, Molly wants to have a special Christmas as well as celebrate Christina’s first birthday with family. In the midst of these plans, an important milestone occurs for Christina. Includes a “breaking the fourth wall” scene near the end. Parentlock x 2, Sherlolly (COVID-19 sub-series, part 17) (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

A Cryptic Resolve - Written by @englandsgray Sherlock might not subscribe to the kind of giddiness Christmas seemed to bring out in others, he considered the fact that he dispensed with believing in fantastical dream-granters at an earlier age than most, as one of his greater strengths. But what he did believe in, with all of his heart - such as it was - was Molly Hooper. (On Ao3, Complete in 9 parts, Rated T)

Fireworks for a New Year - Written by @goodshipsherlollipop After some fun family time in getting their daughters to bed, Sherlock and Molly are ready to watch the television display of the London New Year’s fireworks. But will watch it all before creating their own fireworks? Rated a light M for some of my clean, flirty, yet sensual brand of married Sherlolly love. Parentlock x 2, Sherlolly. (COVID-19 sub-series, part 19) If you want to view more of my writing, please go to fanfiction.net where I have the rest of my collection. Posted here for 2020_Twelve_Days_of_Sherlolly. (On Ao3, Complete, Rated M)

Happy Holidays from Molly and Sherlock - Created by @darnedchild Funko Pop Molly and Sherlock wishing you Happy Holidays (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

Home for the Holidays - Written by @sundance201 Despite loving her family very much, Molly is not looking forward to being at home for the holidays and enduring the jabs at her once again single status. But when Sherlock shows up as her “boyfriend,” the holidays start looking up. (On Ao3, Complete in 4 Parts, Rated G)

Make A List, Check It Twice - Written by @mizjoely tumblr Prompt of the Day - 12/18/20 from holidaysat221b: Christmas – I would also look for England-specific things too – Christmas crackers, puddings, panto, wassail - gettingovergreta (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

Naked Santa and Fornicating Reindeer - Written by @darnedchild Molly and John share a love of festive Christmas jumpers. Sherlock … doesn’t. (Written for a Fandom Christmas in July thingy on Tumblr) (Repost from 2018′s 12 Days of Sherlolly, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

Sherlollipops – Goodbye, Hello - Written by @mizjoely Two short scenes that should have been at the end of HLV, as Sherlock tells Molly good-bye…and then hello again. (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

To Be With You, That’s All I Want - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo ‘He didn’t want to let her go—the thought of doing so made his heart ache. The fact she didn’t seem to be in a rush to get away settled his pulse. It told him she wanted to be in his arms as much as he wanted to hold her. Sherlock breathed her in, the scent of spiced honey and wildflowers filling him with warm familiarity. It was like finding a place he belonged—like home.’ From my fic, The Christmas Caper (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

Twelve Days of (Sherlolly) Christmas - Written by @darnedchild Twelve completely (probably) unrelated Sherlolly ficlets in a text script sort of format that are only connected by the Twelve Days of Christmas in some way. (Repost from 2016′s 12 Days of Sherlolly, On Ao3, Complete in 12 Parts, Rated G)

Wrapped In Red - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo A throwback video of mine for the 12 days of Sherlolly (Originally posted as a companion to 2017′s “Wrapped In Red”, On Youtube, Rated G)

#sherlolly #12 days of sherlolly #2020 12 days of sherlolly masterlist

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quillyfied · 3 years

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Fanfic Writer 20 Questions

tagged by @shakespearevillain! Much thanks!

My AO3, because that's the only link I have the energy to provide, folks :P

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

135, according to the internet. That seems like a lot.

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

957,125. Oh heck guys that's not too far off from a truly staggering number that I can't process XD

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Um...thirteen, if you take out the duplicates. In order of content, it's Homestuck, Good Omens, Dice Camera Action, The Adventure Zone, Avatar: Legend of Korra, Twilight, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Powerpuff Girls, Red vs Blue, Sherlock BBC, Avengers, Pokemon Sun and Moon, and Harry Potter. Mind, this is just what's posted on AO3...though even the stuff that's not on AO3 and never will be is mostly here. I think there's some various anime fandoms that got some stuff. Maybe some Phineas and Ferb, some Kick Buttowski.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Let's see...

1. Snake Children, or Snildren, (Good Omens, Wiggleverse)

2. Snake Cottage, or Snottage, (Good Omens, Wiggleverse

3. Comfort and Joy (Good Omens, Wiggleverse collab with OlwenDylluan)

4. running into the sun (but i'm running behind) (The Adventure Zone: Balance)

5. Broken Crowns (Homestuck)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I try to! Don't always succeed or have the spoons, but especially sweet or thoughtful comments I try to give some semblance of response to. I cherish every single comment, even if I don't always respond.

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ha. Um. Probably "Ashes", a Twilight fic from Marcus' point of view about losing Didyme. Entirely canon-compliant and canon-driven, which is probably why it ends so sadly. If we're talking off AO3, I'd have to go digging and I have no such time.

7. do you write crossovers?

No, not really; I've done it by very special occasional request. Of course, you have to define a crossover these days, bc to me, a crossover is shoving two fandoms in the same space and making them interact with each other, but some people tag their AU fanfics as crossovers when it's just "insert characters from fandom A into world of fandom B" and that's...not a crossover. That's an AU. Regardless: no. I don't write these.

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

Kinda? Had one comment where someone said "i am going to kill you" and that's it so I had no context for if it was a playful jest or a statement of intent and I reacted as if it were the second XD (Also had one fic where the story didn't turn out how a reader was expecting and my collaborator and I knew from their comments that they probably weren't going to like what was coming up and they didn't, and there was some small bit of friction over it, but that wasn't really hate.)

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

No.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kinda? I had someone post a fic from forums/deviantART to FFN because I was young and thought I needed parental permission to make an FFN account (which I did not have, dad said no) and I had a reader who insisted the FFN crowd needed to read it and started posting it without my permission, but they didn't say it was mine until the author's note at the very end of the last chapter; at that point I finally had made an FFN account on my own and tried to insist the poster take it down since I was there now and could post it myself but they didn't reply. I reported it on FFN but nothing was ever done about it and the poster never replied to my messages. Far as I know it might still be there and I'm resigned to it.

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! Would be cool, but I'm not holding my breath XD

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh yeah, all the time now!

13. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh boy. Coming from a veteran shipper, this is quite the question. Naruto/Hinata (from Naruto) and Toph/Sokka (from Avatar: The Last Airbender) were my first big OTPs and I will always love them and have a special place in my heart for them. But I don't know if I can pick a FAVORITE. All my ships are precious.

14. whats a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I wish I could have finished Broken Crowns and its prequel (and maybe the possible sequel I was toying with). That was a fun experiment in flying by the seat of my pants, and the first thing I've ever written that was so big it broke Spellcheck, but ultimately falling out of the Homestuck fandom and losing interest in the project were the death of it. I'm glad I was able to provide a "here's where this was going" chapter, at least, so many fics that fall by the wayside don't get that and it's such a great thing to do for readers.

15. what are your writing strengths?

I think I'm best at character voices and dialogue, and maybe the occasional witty turn of phrase. Also technical polish; sure, my plots are contrived and the characterization might be dodgy but by gum at least my commas are mostly in the right spots and everything is spelled correctly XD (Given that as a reader grammatical errors are what throw me off and distract and irritate me most, I think my own writing evolved to not distract myself with that, at least.)

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, boy. Settings, I think. Describing settings. And finishing long-form work that's in any way original. Long fic based off another story/movie/whatever? Easy peasy, got an outline all ready to go and tailor-made. Long fic based off my own random ideas? Um...help??

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Since I only know one of them, I am scared stiff to try it XD Google translate can only take you so far.

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Very, very first? Probably either Disney or Luigi's Mansion. Published on the internet? Harry Potter.

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh, gosh. I have such love in my heart for many of my own works, which is pleasant and comforting and a nice change from visceral self-loathing, but if I had to pick a few (because heck no I can't just pick one)...the Sherlockbound series I wrote for Homestuck, "i have loved the stars too fondly" for The Adventure Zone: Balance, Suboptimal Omens for DCA, and probably a million oneshots along the way that have helped me work things out and figure myself out as an artist and as a person.

20. who do you tag?

I tag anyone who's looking at this and thinking "gosh, that would be fun." You can even tag me in the post. Blanket permission. Do it!

#quilly writing: director's cut #thanks for the tag friendo!

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