#hope you also have a great day nonny!!! :)) thank you for making me chew on this as well I know it's mostly what you said but uuuughhhhhh :

[nalyra-dreaming]

im sweating no one has asked it yet. i have been sitting on an ask for a while that suddenly seems a lot more plausible and therefore worthy of asking. I also have a couple of things that caught my attention.

1785 refering to nicolas and lestat joining the theatre makes a lot of sense. I mean what else can go there? Nothing. Non of the characters (in the show) have anything important happen around that time. Plus it makes sense for lestat to rise through the ranks of the theatre over the course of years instead of several months.

!!!if nicki is there he needs to be cast which means we also meet him way before we thought we would. !! Also that might mean that the other unexpected character from the vc is Nicki!

This also means that the books are a lot more condensed than we originally thought. And if the joining of the theatre is in s2 what from tvl will they add as well and what will they leave for a comprehensive tvl 3rd season? Tho i have to say that it would make sense to put tvl partially in another season because i just cant see how you can properly adapt that book to only 8 40min episodes, there is just too much happening.

Uhhm more chaotic thoughts......

Oh yes! That ask i had been sitting on.

2. so about a week or so ago i was doing some writing and suddenly i had this thought. You know how we have been speculating that dubai is in the merric era and that lestat maybe in a coma in another room? And how we will find this out at the end, which then leads us into s3? Like they show us unconcious lestat and fade out? Yeah what if they open with it tho. What if the first episode starts on a shot of Lestat, in dubai, unconcious. Actually this makes no sense cause that would ruin louis further narrative before daniel has even gotten his hands on it. And like it would have been sort of hinted in the synposis right with "with the apperance of an unexpected factor" or something vague like that? The reason im telling you this anyway is because; how can there be flashbacks from lestat if he, or some representation of him isnt there? Did he write diaries too? We know there was a paragraph of the wolfkiller in one of the claudia diaries. I think someone had discovered that in a frame back in november or something. I dont quite remember and i couldnt find it upon rewatching, but maybe i should pay closer attention.

3. I also realised we know quite some things about lestats timeline already. I dont know if anyone has mentioned this already. So i had been rewatching episode three, the bit where lestat offers the tickets to 'donazettis comic masterpiece' the opera i dont remeber the name of. He describes having met donazetti and having seen the premier 73 years ago in Salle Ventadour. Salle Ventadour is in Paris, 1917-73= 1844 which means he was a vampire and hasnt left paris yet. Is this takingplace in lestats era before turning nicky where he is going to all these society events as gentleman death and meets armand? No obviously not, that would make nicky 60ish by the time he is turned. So its after, its probably in that time just before he decides to go seek marius. The time in which nicky, post vamp transformation grows to resent and distance himself from lestat even more. What if lestat tries to distract himself from his nicki who is getting more and more antagonistic as the years, in this case , go by, by going to operas and stuff? It would make sense for lastat to hold hope for a long time, to endure for a long time (you saw how fast time started passing in season 1 as soon as the vampirism hit) It would also make sense for lestat to take decades to find marius. So timeline!!

1760= lestat born >(lestat gets the green pendent form the marquise)> 1884ish 24 yo= nicky and lestat run away to paris (maybe the wolfkiller happens in the same year) >> 1785 25yo=nicky and lestat join the theatre >> 1794 (middle of the french revolution, girls(gn) what a time to be turned into a vampire)= lestat is kidnaped and turned into a vamprire, im not actually sure they are going to show that in too much detail as they have already talked about it. > i think gabrielle gets turned before the FRev ends and nicky between 1800 and 1810, that would make 1 century before Louis > 1844= lestat sees the premier of DON PASQUALE DONIZETTIS COMIC MASTERPIECE, i remember! Nicki is turned, but lestat is not out of paris so nicki is not dead yet.> between 1844 and 1909/10 there is a fallout with nicki, lestat leaves paris, looks for marius, nicki dies, marius is found, those who mist be kept, lestat goes to america in very old clothes that he doesnt bother to change until louis tells him to. (If not for his father why does lestat go to america here?)>>1910=lestat arrives in new orleans.

That was all i have for today, damn, i hope that made some sense:) And I hope you have a nice day!!

Yes!! You made sense, I just answered an ask also theorizing in regards to the changed structure (but I didn't combine them because would have been too long^^ and also:)

1785 also marks the point in time where Armand would have needed to vacate Les Innocents with his coven, since the bones were relocated to the catacombs in 1786. That must have been quite the change for him - no matter how it happens, and it changes some of the story of The Vampire Lestat already!

The "mistake" (what they called it but while that may be true I don't know if I should believe them^^) of the diary entry being part of Lestat's story is in episode 4, where Daniel thumbs through one of the diaries. It could be used to give us a part of Lestat's story, yes, but... you know, I bet we will see Lestat in a coma towards the end of the season, and I could easily see it beeing Armand who is taking Daniel there to show him - and Louis might use that moment to try to kill himself. (I would love that. Can you imagine Armand being with Lestat down there and slowly realizing what's happening, and then Lestat's eyes opening?????? PLEASE^^)

Yes, I also was thinking about that the other day, but you are totally correct, and I haven't seen much about this either. >> As you correctly point out the remark to the premier is particularly interesting. The date of said premier was January 3rd 1843. It has already been theorized that Lestat's turning was likely during the Reign of Terror, as he himself said he was turned in 1794. For him to be staying in Paris for such a long time after the turning... that is quite the change. (If we take it as him staying, rather than him returning at some point, which is also possible I suppose) the ties must have been very strong. What if... what if Nicolas actually was successful, too, and then couldn't be anymore since he became a vampire, too. And yes, Nicolas must've been turned (just) prior to 1810 (if we take the 100 years literally) and after Gabrielle, but that still makes a few years in which he would have mourned Lestat?! Which makes me also think the relationship between them will actually be portrayed as even deeper. What if there is an echo to what is happening to Louis later... what if there is more to Nicolas' depression than we thought? And also... I think for me it all depends a bit on where Armand was during that time. What if Armand went back to Rome for a bit? The Roman coven is gone after all when Lestat gets there, only some vagabonds around... What if Armand went there when Les Innocents was closed, realized that Santino had abandoned his teachings and it all crumbled there before he returned? But yes, I also think that Lestat's travels likely took place between 1844 and 1910 - and I also think that they kept Marius and TwmbK more or less unchanged (at least for now).

I personally cannot wait to see where they take these changes... there is so much already in there, so much set up. I've said it before, they not only have done their homework but they are also fearlessly rearranging, and I love it. AND they must have a bigger plan already worked out, because there’s just... too much details already. Too many little things. Choices.

I love it.

[matan4il]

I guess for me the distance doesn't bother me for the moment for 2 reasons. While we generally agree they have never said they are straight, and most of us on here are the most carefully open minded people IRL.

I have zero doubts that In Canon 911 Buddie thinks the other is straight. If they ever tell me I'm wrong though trust me I won't care. I don't mind being wrong that it was some off the camera discussion and retconned.

But till that day they both think the other isn't a romantic option and probably not into them. They probably sadly just tuck those thoughts away and take them any way they can have them till one moves onto another girlfriend. Yes I gagged writing that!!

2. Even when one comes out, and the other confirms they aren't completely straight.... That doesn't mean they are just gonna jump in. These 2 are the most important people to each other, but also Chris is the most important to them. As Eddie said in 2 it's different dating when you have a kid. Well imagine the person is your kids gaurdian, his safe place to run. Imagine Bucks already huge abandonment issue's, fears of being left. I can still see them being awkward and dancing around it.

I guess I feel strongly I think we are talking something like the grocery store conflict that is what will push them out of the friend zone you know??

Hi lovely Nonnie!

I'm so sorry, this ask must have been in my inbox, but... last few times I was answering asks it wasn't, and now today it suddenly is, so this is probably Tumblr once again glitching. I apologize and am thankful for your understanding! *hugs*

And yes, I agree with you! Neither Buck nor Eddie had formally identified themselves (in fact, I think other than Hen, none of the team members have), but we all live in a society where the default is heterosexual until proven queer. And neither man has done something so far that explicitly identifies them as anything but straight. So yes, like you I believe Buddie currently assume that the other man (a) is straight and (b) has no romantic feelings for them. It's a part of their rom com plot, really.

And you're right, even if they find out the other is queer, that doesn't automatically open up the path to getting together. Beyond everything that you said which might make them hesitate on whether to risk their current r/s, there's also the fact that not every queer man is automatically into any other queer man. There has to be attraction. Even if Buck finds out Eddie is into men, he still won't know whether Eddie is into him. And that would be another satisfying obstacle for them to overcome if and when they go canon... God, they have so much potential to be one of the best love stories on TV ever if they're allowed to get together ('coz they kind of already are, even before they've gone canon), that it makes me wanna chew glass, I'm that feral over them!

I still don't know what's gonna push them over the line of obliviousness 'coz God knows, the most classic trope in that regard is "suddenly your life was in danger and I just couldn't stand my life without you and that's when I knew I was in love with you" and clearly that won't work with these two morons. So whatever happens, it has to be something different to what we've seen going down between them before. IDK what it is, but I'm so excited to find out if and when we do get canon Buddie...

Thank you, and again, so sorry for the delay. Hope you have a great day! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

[justahopelessssromantic]

Barbecue

Imagine Request. Reader is new to the town and makes friends with Felipe who invites her to a barbecue being held t the club. She is weary but he insists saying that his two sons will also be there. The day of the barbecue arrives and they both head there together. She notices a lot of good looking bikers. The men all admire her as Filipe introduces her to everyone. They all try and seduce the pretty new girl much to Felipe's delight.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request nonnie! I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy 🥰 I really love your idea!

Word Count: 1322

*gif not mine*

Felipe handed over your package waving off your money for your steaks. "Please, this ones on me." Felipe smiled kindly at you. 

"You know if you keep giving away things for free you are going to go out of business." You pointed out putting your wallet away anyways. You knew there was no use in arguing with the older man. You'd find some way to pay him back. "If you won't let me pay for my meat then you at least have to let me cook for you one of these days." 

Your friendship with Felipe may seem odd to any onlookers but he was the first person you met and befriended after moving to Santo Padre for your new job just a few weeks ago. Unpacking and fixing up your new place had become more of a chore than you were expecting so you hadn't gotten around to meeting really any other residents of the charming small town. You were rather shy and not great at making friends so staying in and keeping to yourself mostly wasn't much of a problem. 

Felipe knew you didn't have any other friends besides him and your best friend back home. You were such a lovely girl he only wanted to help you out in any way that he could. "Alright I'll let you cook for me one of these days." You both knew he hadn't had a really good home cooked meal since his wife passed. 

"Great!" You beamed up at him excited to show off your skill in the kitchen. "How about Friday night?" 

Felipe nodded. "Sounds good. Oh and one more thing." He caught you just before you were about to leave. "There’s a barbecue on Saturday at the Mayans clubhouse. I would love it if you would come." 

You chewed on your bottom lip thinking of how you could turn him down. You weighed all the excuses in your mind. "I don't really know Felipe, I've got lots to do at home. I just don't know that I could." You tried to let him done gently but he was stubborn and saw right through you. 

"Come on you can take one day off," he insisted, "Just come with me for a little while. Do an old man a favor." He chuckled. Felipe took your hand in his, hoping to ease your nervousness. "My two sons will be there. I would love for you to meet them. Just come for a little while. If you hate it and want to leave I will take you home." 

"Fine, but I'm holding you to that." You teased. "I'll see you Friday, 8 o'clock." If he was going to insist on you going to this barbecue then you were going to hold him to your dinner plans. 

The day of the barbecue came and needless to say you were nervous. Your dinner with Felipe the night before helped a little as he told you about the club, the mayans, and mostly his two sons. 

You stepped out of Felipe's truck shutting the door behind you. You straightened your outfit out, smoothing out any wrinkles from the drive over. Felipe extended his arm out to you with a smile. If his sons were anything like him you knew you’d like them. He was quite the gentleman. 

The first person you met as you entered the part was a kind, although a little odd, man named Chucky. He was very friendly and offered to bring you back a beer which you thanked him for. 

The guys were hanging outside just fucking around when you walked in. Their attention immediately turned to you, the unfamiliar girl on Felipe’s arm. 

“Hey Angel, who’s that with your Pops?” Gilly asked, not taking his eyes off you. 

They all watched your interaction with Chucky. You smiled at Chucky saying something before he left. Shortly after Felipe turned to you and said something quietly in your ear which made you laugh. 

All the men were drawn to you as they watched on. You had their full attention without even knowing. 

Angel shook his head, “I have no fucking idea but I can promise you by the end of the night I will.” 

“Maybe she’s Felipe’s new woman.” Coco chuckled. “Careful Angel you don’t want to have the hots for your new step mommy.” 

"Fuck you." Angel tossed something at Coco chuckling. 

The guys erupted into laughter catching your attention. You felt a little nervous looking at all the handsome guys in front of you. Their laughter immediately died down as you approached their table with Felipe. 

Each guy was prepping for possibly the most important interaction they could have with you, the first impression. 

Bishop came down from the deck along with Hank and Taza to greet you first. “Felipe you must introduce us to your beautiful plus one.” Bishop gave you a charming smile. 

“This is (Y/N).” Felipe introduced you. “She just moved to town not long ago. I can already say that Santo Padre is a much better place with her in it.” 

You blushed at the compliment, your cheeks heating up. The smile that played on your lips stayed as the introductions continued. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N).” The way Bishop said your name made you feel like he had known you forever. 

“Where did Felipe come across a beauty such as you?” Hank asked from behind Bishop. 

“I actually met Felipe at his shop. He has an excellent business.” You glance back at Felipe who had stepped back a bit with Chucky. 

“The best in town for fresh meat.” Taza agreed with you. 

"Besides in my pants of course." Creeper chuckled patting Taza on the shoulders. "If that's something you're interested in." 

"Don't be disgusting, Creep." Riz butted in. "Ignore him. I promise we're not all disgusting assholes like this jackass." He motioned over to Creeper. "I'm Riz. The only proper gentleman here." 

Coco nearly choked on his beer when he heard that. "Yeah a real fucking gentleman." Coco set his beer down. He looked you over giving you a smirk. "Nice to meet you." He gave you a nod before excusing himself going with the quiet and mysterious approach instead. Sometimes less was more.

EZ passed Coco as he came out of the clubhouse. He saw the guy all around you. You must be the new girl his father told him about, he thought. “Ezekiel Reyes. Felipe's son. Most people call me EZ.” EZ smiled. He shook your hand introducing himself. “Pops told me lots about you.”

Angel scoffed. Before EZ could say much more he got up from the table and butted in pushing his brother to the side. “Angel, the better way more experienced brother.” Angel said with a wink. 

You didn't have the chance to respond before EZ gave his brother a little shove back which quickly turned into the two having it out.

You giggled watching them. This was quite the introduction.

Felipe watched the guys and chuckled. He had a feeling this would be their reaction to meeting you. He sat back and enjoyed the show along with Chucky.

Gilly came up beside you watching on as Angel now had EZ in a playful headlock. “They’re all a bunch of idiots.” He commented chuckling as the men started coming in saying who they thought would give in first. “But they are rather loveable idiots. I'm Gilly by the way. How about we go inside the clubhouse for a drink and get away from the craziness for a while." He figured he could sneak you away to himself while everyone was engaged in the fight. "It's much quieter." He gave you a smile. "I'll tell you anything you want to know about the guys." He offered. He may not tell you all truths. He'd definitely paint himself better than the rest. 

It was every man for himself after all.

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[ickle-ronniekins]

silent confessions

request from nonnie! “Hey erica! I have a request for you, it's a bit challenging i think but I'm sure you'll do perfectly. Imagine like, the fake dating trope with fred, BUT at the end it's a george x reader? Like, imagine george feeling uncomfortable and jealous seeing the reader and fred acting like a couple even though he knows its not real and stuff anyway im obsessed with your writing love you bye”

pairing: fred x reader, george x reader

word count: 3.8k

A/N: wait, i loved this request. so different from the normal fake dating tropes! i hope this lived up to expectations.. idk why i just feel like my writing sort of sucks in this?? wah, idk, sad, feedback pls? also we’ve got some POV changes in this but they’re pointed out ayyyee, thanks for enduring the fluffiest fluff ever bc that’s all i have to give you hooligans

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You

You could practically hear the smirk that grew on his face — he wasn’t exactly being subtle. He took his place next to you in the Great Hall, ignored the fact that you were removing spellbooks and quills from your bag to begin your work, and didn’t bother to heed Snape’s warning glance.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Fred’s voice was a little too sweet for your liking; sweet as sugar, in fact. You knew this voice. It’s the voice he always put on whenever he needed a favor — whenever he wanted something from you. You didn’t look up from the table.

“Whatever it is, I think I’m going to pass.”

He scoffed and closed your spellbook. You grunted in annoyance; you were positive he wasn’t going down without a fight, but you supposed you still needed to try, even though you knew in your heart that this was a fight you wouldn’t win. You turned toward him and he batted his eyelashes at you.

“Dear, dear Y/N — you won’t pass when I tell you what’s in it for you.”

“What type of chaotic mischief that you have planned could possibly be beneficial to me?”

He digested this; you were right, and he knew it. He just shrugged, though, took in your rejection and tried to use it to his advantage.

He nodded across to the other end of the Gryffindor table; there sat Angelina Johnson — fellow Gryffindor, member of the DA, Quidditch captain and, to your most recent knowledge, Fred Weasley’s crush. Again. Boy was crazy about her.

“Thought we already tried this, Freddie?” you sighed, stealing your spellbook back from his very tight grasp and opening it to your desired page. He huffed a bit, and you were quite sure he was remembering the disaster that was the Yule Ball, just a year ago.

You noticed a small grin lift his cheeks; he looked rather smug now, which made you worried. What was it, exactly, that he had planned? “I know last year didn’t go exactly as I’d hoped.” Right. Fred had gotten a little too sloppy on his date with Angelina. She’d been a bit turned off. The night ended and she never pursued anything else; he was so embarrassed, neither did he. Fred Weasley? Embarrassed? The word wasn’t even in his day to day vernacular. But boy, was he shook.

“But it was a long time ago — besides, she’s been sending me all types of signals.”

“I don’t think her eye rolls mean she fancies you, Fred.”

He jabbed you playfully in the ribs. “Don’t be rude, Y/N. I know she fancies me. I just know it. You don’t go on just one date with Fred Weasley.”

You scoffed at his air of egotistical confidence; you shut your eyes at the prospect of him maybe going to someone else for help. Much to your dismay, it didn’t happen. He just stayed where he was, resting his chin on his hand, peering at you longingly as if his staring alone would convince you to say yes to whatever he had up his sleeve. After a few minutes, you said, “If I agree to help you, you prat, will you leave me alone?”

“Can’t say leaving you alone would exactly work with what I’ve got planned,” he replied, relaxing now, tapping his foot underneath the table and not taking his eyes off of Angelina. “I need you to pretend to date me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Relax, Y/N, I’m not going to pin you against the wall and snog you, if that’s what you’re so worried about,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. You felt as though your throat was closing up at the mere thought of it. “Just some hand holding, things of the like. Need to make her jealous. Need to make her realize what she’s missing.”

You groaned in frustration. “Can I take back what I said?”

“Nope,” he answered brightly. “You can’t. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Don’t get in too deep, though. No falling in love with me, alright?”

You felt a pang in your chest; you weren’t in love with him and you never would be. He was your best friend and nothing would change that. You knew it and so did he. You felt worried, though. What would others think? What if Angelina did get jealous — but in a bad way? Or worse — what would George say?

His was the only opinion that mattered to you, truthfully.

So that’s how you came to be Fred Weasley’s “girlfriend”, and when you both finally told George what Fred had strategically planned, you were relieved and also a bit upset at how nonchalant he seemed; a small grin tugged at the edges of his lips which sent you into a tizzy. You tried your very hardest to hide your disappointment; you didn’t want to let on how absolutely mad you were for him. So, you supposed, when you thought about this ridiculous stunt one night in your four poster, fake dating Fred would certainly squash any and all suspicions George had (if he did) about you fancying him.

“How’s my favorite couple?” he’d asked teasingly one day in the middle of the common room, sinking into the couch on the other side of you. Angelina then popped in through the portrait hole, and Fred placed his hand on your knee, stroking it absentmindedly. You felt a dull ache in your heart when you saw George’s eyes dart toward Fred’s hand.

Angelina had done the exact same thing; you were able to see a very faint shade of pink flush her cheeks before she stormed upstairs to her dormitory without a word to any of you. Fred immediately dropped his hand and you felt your muscles relax, but not without a quick squeeze to your knee and a cheeky grin. “Brilliant, Y/N,” he said, earning himself a dull grunt from you. Not that you’d done much, or anything, for that matter. But still, your heart felt sore at the thought: you wanted, more than anything, for George to reach over and gently graze your knee, pull you into him, kiss your temple as Fred had been doing the last few weeks.

The dull ache in your heart just seemed to grow stronger.

George

“Help me!”

You frowned. “I’m already in the middle of the other favor your lovely brother asked me to do,” you told him with a slight twinge of annoyance to your voice; however, it wasn’t difficult for him to detect a bit of cheekiness, too — especially when he saw the slight grin that spread itself across your lips.

“I just need some help with this stupid Potions essay.”

George noticed you soften at his request; he supposed it wasn’t as time-consuming as pretending to be someone’s girlfriend, and was rather elated when you agreed. You pulled out your desired books from the shelves in front of you and pointed at an empty table in one of the rows. “Let’s get started then, Georgie.”

But the truth was, he didn’t really need help. He was actually doing surprisingly well in Potions, for the first time since he began at Hogwarts. He didn’t want to let it get to his head, though. He figured there wasn’t anything wrong with getting some extra assistance.

It wasn’t assistance that he yearned for, though — it was you. More importantly, time spent with you. Any time — which he found himself getting hardly any now that you were “dating” his brother. He was first impressed at the idea that you’d decided to help Fred with his ridiculous request, and spent most of the time hanging around you teasing you and taunting you mercilessly for it, earning himself adorable laughs and flustered looks in return. But now, as he watched Fred press featherlight kisses to your temple and snake his arm around your waist at every given moment, all he felt was resentment. Jealousy. Hurt.

He felt himself feeling guilty; he shouldn’t be allowed to feel any of those things, because Fred didn’t know. Nobody knew. Nobody knew how he felt about you. Also, this whole stupid thing was just a ploy, anyway. So he suppressed those feelings everyday until he ended up alone in his dorm room, where he’d kick his trunk and scream into a muffled pillow while he let his brain unwind and digest the day's events.

“Ah — work here is finished,” he said after a few hours in the library. Much needed hours, in fact. He watched as you slowly placed your spellbooks back into your bag. “Thanks for your help.”

And in between those bouts of jealousy and resentment came moments of clarity, moments of affection, overwhelming feelings of admiration toward you. “For you?” you started, a gentle smile on your lips as you placed a hand to his knee, “Anything.”

You

You woke up before the sun and groaned; it was Saturday. Four Saturdays, in fact, since Fred had asked you to embark on this silly endeavor with him. Three Saturdays since you’d begun wondering when this would finally be over. Two Saturdays since Fred had told you sooner rather than later. One Saturday since George had noticeably become off balance.

You felt a pull at your heart when you popped through the portrait hole with Fred and Ginny later that evening after a much needed trip into Hogsmeade; you chewed nervously on the sugar quill you’d purchased as you placed yourself next to the roaring fire, Fred taking a seat next to you on the couch when Ginny made her way to the girls dormitory.

You didn’t know where George was; he hadn’t come to Hogsmeade. Or maybe he did, and he’d just very successfully avoided you both as you ended up, hand-in-hand, wherever Angelina was. With the exception of a few measly youngins on the other end of the common room, you and Fred were alone.

“Freddie?”

“Hm?”

“I really need to talk with you.”

He looked up from his copy of the Daily Prophet he had clutched in his hands. He furrowed his brow and placed the paper on the table in front of him, criss-crossing his legs and peering at you longingly. Then he turned cheeky and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Must be important,”

You cleared your throat and felt your heart thundering against your ribcage.

You opened your mouth to speak and closed it just the same. You didn’t really know how to ask what you wanted to — to tell him what you wanted to. So instead, you opted for, “How much longer d’you think this is going to last?”

“I dunno — a few days, or so. Why?” He raised his eyebrows. “Sick of me already?”

“Ha-ha,” you replied sarcastically, jabbing him in the chest. “I just — I’m a bit worried —” you broke off and let your mind wander for a moment. You thought about truthfully telling Fred how you felt. Guilty. Upset. Lonely. In love with someone who didn’t seem to notice. Worried he’d find someone else. “I just hope Angelina isn’t getting the wrong idea.”

Fred digested this. “How d’you mean?”

“Well, you want her to run to you in a fit of jealous fury, right?” he nodded curtly, taking this in. “I just hope she doesn’t see us together and instead, turns the other cheek. Looks the other way. Finds somebody else. You know?” But it wasn’t Angelina you were worried about.

Fred thought about this for a moment. You watched as his cheeky expression turned rather stoic, and then a bit grim. “I never thought of it that way.”

Suddenly, you felt extremely worried. You started, “No, no, you know what? I’m being silly — she wouldn’t, because she’s absolutely mad for you, too. Just forget I said anything, okay? I reckon she’ll be round to snatch you right out of my hands this week.” You laughed, but it felt foreign in your mouth. Fred noticed.

“Y/N,” his voice suddenly sounded a lot less like his own — more concerned. “What’s going on?”

Just then, George popped through the portrait hole with Ron, Harry, and Neville. You met his gaze and let it linger for a few long moments. He then smiled brightly, as if he hadn’t been acting strange this entire past week. With a quick wave to you both, ignoring Fred’s motion to come and sit down, he made his way straight up to the boys dormitory. Fred shot you a glance, and you answered his previous question.

“Nothing, Fred,” you sighed, silencing him before he could ask you if you knew what was up with his twin. You hated how painfully true your next words were. “There’s absolutely nothing going on.”

George

George was outside in the courtyard with Ron, Harry, and Ginny. He’d been doing his best to avoid you and Fred at all costs, which was pretty hard when you were his best friend and Fred was his twin. But he tried.

He found himself growing incredibly uncomfortable around you both; the sheer sight of Fred slinging an arm around your waist, intertwining his fingers with yours, calling you his “love” — it sent George spiraling. He didn’t want Fred doing those things. In fact, he didn’t want anyone doing those things. Only him. He wanted you to be his love.

“Georgie?”

You took him by surprise in the courtyard; the others were immersed in a conversation about bets, or something. He, though, was peering up at you, doing his very best to not look as bloody nervous as he felt.

“Can we talk?”

You didn’t give him a chance to answer; you pulled him to his feet and immediately brought him back into the castle. You found an empty classroom and sat yourself down on a desk across from him. He had to resist the urge to spill his guts, tell you everything, grab your face in his hands and confess his unwavering love for you.

So instead, he opted for a generic, “What’s up?”

“I’m not sure..” you started timidly. He could see the shyness in your eyes and he didn’t like it one bit. You? Shy around him? You’d never been. He hated that this is where it had gotten too. “Are you mad at me?”

He was very much taken aback at your forward question; way to cushion the blow. He swallowed a few times, trying very desperately to dislodge the lump that appeared in his throat and hoped to Merlin that he could fool you. “Mad? Of course not. Why would I be?”

You crossed your arms, now looking a bit angered. George felt his insides constrict. “We haven’t spoken in days.”

“I’ve just — been busy,” George lied. His jaw tightened. “Assignments, and things. Detention. You know,” he winked, trying to lighten the mood, “the usual.”

You smiled back, though it was a broken sort of smile. Lonely. It took everything in him not to lean over and kiss it right off of your mouth. “Are you sure? You’d tell me if anything was wrong, right?” He swore he heard more than yearning in your voice; he scolded himself silently for being dishonest. Was your voice breaking? “You’re my best friend.”

Inside his pockets, he clenched his fists. He was going to go for it. Who cared about Angelina? Fred could get her without this ridiculous bloody stunt of his. And George needed to tell you before you fell for his twin, for real, and the both of you ended up heartbroken. He stepped forward, but before he could do or say anything, you slung your arms around his shoulders and squeezed him tight. He felt revitalized at your embrace, like he was reentering his body after having been off balance for months. His fingertips found your hips and he focused solely on the smell of your shampoo, the feeling of your body pressed tightly against him. When you both parted, he took your hands in his. He wet his lips and took a steady deep breath. “Honestly?”

“Darling!”

Fred’s voice, much to George’s dismay, came from the classroom door. Damnit. How had he found you both? The door was closed! Frustration, anger, and gloom raced through George’s body; he was about two bloody seconds away from decking his brother for interrupting. But he couldn’t. Of course he couldn’t. Fred didn’t know. George sighed through gritted teeth, let your hands fall out of his, and backed away slowly.

“”C’mon, love, we’ve got dinner,” Fred called, sounding much happier than George would’ve liked. To him, Fred said, “you coming, mate?”

“Be there in a minute, Freddie.”

Fred grinned brightly and left you both standing in the middle of the classroom, the tension still hanging in the air. You turned back from the door, a solemn sort of look on your face, and asked him, “What were you going to say?”

“Oh,” George’s voice got caught in his throat, “just — been a little stressed. Knackered from class more often than not. Reckon I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

You frowned. He knew that you were aware not to press on; that was all the information he was going to give. You took a deep breath. “As long as we’re okay?”

“Of course we are.”

“Okay,” you said. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I’m famished. Let’s go eat.”

You

“Did I do something wrong?”

Fred was standing across from you in the common room, arms crossed, shoulders back, and a smirk growing on his face. He laughed at your nervousness. He’d just told you that things were over between you both. You’d asked, of course, just to be courteous. But you were actually pretty bloody excited. “Of course not, Y/N. You’ve done quite the opposite, actually.”

“Meaning?”

Fred walked over to you and placed his hands on both of your shoulders. He wet his lips before a huge, cheeky grin swept itself across his face. He squeezed you. “Angelina cornered me this morning.”

You raised your eyebrows. You were suddenly feeling much more invigorated. You grabbed his face out of pure excitement and shook him. “And? Keep bloody on, would you?!”

He threw his head back and laughed haughtily now. “Haven’t seen you this excited since before we began this,”

“Sorry,” you calmed down and frowned a bit. “Reckon I haven’t been the greatest “girlfriend”...”

A soft smile found its way across Fred’s cheeks. You furrowed your brows in confusion, hoping that he was going to tell you that he and Angelina were finally, wonderfully, officially together, which meant that you and Fred didn’t need to be. But he caught you completely off guard and said, “Don’t blame yourself too much. I reckon it’d be difficult to pretend to date me, especially when you’re in love with someone else.”

You were certain that your heart had jumped directly into your throat; your entire body went rigid at his words. He knew? Who else knew? Did George? Did everyone?  “I don’t.. know what you’re on about, Freddie.”

“Merlin, you are being thick today,” he teased, pulling at your hair and shaking his head. “C’mon. You think I didn’t notice? Each time I’d drop your hand, or unwind my arm from your waist, I saw you steal glances at him.” Fred leaned in to get closer to you and you noticed a light shade of pink wash over his cheeks. Had you been silently confessing your love for George this entire time? “He was stealing them right back, you know.”

You swallowed thickly. Did Fred know more than he was letting on? Where was George? “He was?”

“He’s in the Great Hall.” It was evident to you that Angelina was watching from the other end of the common room, and she was smiling brightly. No doubt, Fred had told her everything. You turned back toward Fred and grinned nervously. He took your hands in his and squeezed them. He simply said, “Go get him already, would you?”

And as quickly as your feet could carry you, you ran swiftly down the staircases, through the corridors, into the Great Hall and all the way to the front, where George was sitting, pouring over a bit of parchment, looking positively ghastly. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins like fire; your cheeks felt hot and flushed and each and every muscle in your body ached from running so bloody fast. “Ah,” he said brightly at the sight of you. “Come here to help me, have you? This assignment is a right load —”

You cut him off, ignored this completely and pulled him to his feet; he peered down at you with a confused expression and opened his mouth to speak, but you cupped his face in your hands, pulled him forward, and kissed him. The muffled moan that escaped his lips gave you your answer — he was certainly shocked. However, it didn’t take him long to melt into it; he was kissing you as though he’d never kissed anyone in his life, like the pure feeling of your lips moulding together with his was the very oxygen pumping through his lungs at that very moment. His hands were tangled in your robes, but he eventually found himself stroking your spine delicately with his fingers, earning himself slight whines from you as he laughed cheekily against your lips. From behind you somewhere, someone said, “Hey Y/N, you do know that’s the wrong twin you’re snogging, right?”

“Oi, shove off, Finnegan!” you called, parting from George only for a moment. “I know which twin it is!”

You turned back toward George and the two of you let out a bit of relieved laughter, limbs still entangled together. “I’ve got a confession to make,” he began, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself from pouncing on you, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Yeah?” you asked, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“Pretty difficult to do anything about it when you’ve been dating my brother the last month or so,”

“You’re right,” you told him, pulling a bit on his tie, “but I’m pretty sure he broke down and told Angelina everything.”

George raised his eyebrows at you in surprise. You continued, “Pretty sure he got sick of me being a mopey “girlfriend” because all I wanted to do was be with you instead.”

His sweet smile turned rather sensual. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, that’s so,” you told him straightforwardly, running your hands through his very messy red hair.

Somewhere in the distance, over the sea of people watching you both, Seamus Finnegan shouted, “Wait, has it always been George?”

George actually snorted a bit at this; then he bit down on his lip again, wiggled his eyebrows at you, and asked, “Well — has it?”

You didn’t break your gaze, though; instead, you let your eyes linger on George’s for much longer than you normally would. You were pretty sure that you could hear the steady thumping of his heart against his ribcage, and his eyes washing over you like a cool tide completely sent you into overdrive. Suddenly, you were feeling much more confident than normal. Perhaps it was the way he was looking at you. “Yeah,” you said to George, pressing your lips to his once more, “it’s always been you.”

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[iwaisa]

request. a fellow tadashi lover? hey there! could i ask if you could write tadashi(captain tadashi,,,man i love him) and his s/o who’s just insecure as to why tadashi is dating them when there is for example a new manager, and tadashi just shows her how much he loves her? (or them, however you feel most comfortable) nsfw if you wouldn’t mind,,, - anon

a/n. this was 😳😳 very eye opening nonnie,,, and uh- this is why it took me two days to write this 🙈🙈 n e ways i hope you like this and have a great day, angel ! 💘

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- pairing. yamaguchi x female reader

- genre. nsfw ! (there is a plot don’t worry 😌)

- warnings. mentions of insecurities, swearing, protected sex

- word count. 2.5k+

she was gorgeous. sleek, long black hair that happened to frame her face perfectly, it seemed. a tall, petit frame that caught your eye no matter where she happened to be. giant, blue eyes, a funny coincidence. one of her parents must have blue eyes. either that, or she’s just an angel.

you sighed in discomfort as she sat next to you on the bench, greeting you with a small wave and a charming smile. even her mannerisms were perfect. you discussed what exactly needed to be completed today, running your finger down the paper on your clipboard. you watched as she stood up to make her way to the equipment room to begin setting up the net and scoreboard. she always happened to be on top of things, even you, where you were desperately clawing to reach her.

“hey f/n!” yamaguchi greeted as he sat next to you, pulling you into a side hug. “hey tadashi,” you mumbled half-mindedly as you tore your attention off the door the second-year manager had just gone through.

yamaguchi leaned forward, attempting to catch your gaze. he watched with nothing but love in his eyes as you brought your bottom lip in between your teeth, nervously chewing on the chapped skin. yamaguchi brought his thumb to your face, pulling your bottom lip out of your teeth. “don’t do that. as cute as it is, you’re gonna bite holes into your lip.”

your gaze softened as you looked at your boyfriend for the first time all day since this morning, your eyes raking over his perfect features. he was absolutely breathtaking, and you wondered what kind of prank he was pulling on you to be dating you.

“angel? you’ve been kinda spacey, is everything okay?” before you could open your mouth to respond, the other manager came back, holding her hands behind her back. “i set everything up, y/n-senpai!”

that was another thing - how polite she was. you cringed inwardly at the use of the honourific, and you attempted to ignore how her voice seemed to get higher now that your boyfriend is around.

“good job, yuna-chan,” you smiled, clapping your hands together before turning towards your boyfriend, “you’re all set.” yamaguchi gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up to round the rest of the team together.

practice was particularly bad that day, as yuna found any chance to ogle at your boyfriend. any compliment towards him that attempted to leave your mouth was quickly interrupted by the second-year, and at one point you felt the need to leave the gymnasium to calm yourself down. of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who tried his absolute hardest to keep up his kind façade around the raven-haired girl.

in truth, she was just as annoying to him as she was to you - a feat yamaguchi has talked about behind closed doors with you many times. there were some days she acted simply like a kind-hearted girl who only wanted to help out, but other times it seemed as though she was planning to slowly break you down in order to get to yamaguchi. today however, it seemed as though she was succeeding.

practice had ended, and you were still wandering around the empty school, attempting to calm yourself by basking in the orange and yellow colours that coated the hallways of karasuno high school. of course, that ended fairly quickly as well, as you watched yuna bound towards you from down the hallway.

“y/n-senpai! practice just ended!” you simply gave a nod, crossing your arms over your chest as you talked to the girl. your scowl deepened as she talked your ear off, complimenting each of the players and stating how each of them have improved drastically since the beginning of the year. however, you noticed how her face seemed to grow red whenever she mentioned ‘yamaguchi-senpai.’ the straw that managed to break the camel's back, however, was a backhanded compliment she managed to hide by her sweet face.

“also, your school uniform makes you look so good! it makes you look far thinner as well.”

you gritted your teeth as you watched her bound away back from where she came, sighing in frustration as she finally left your vision. you crouched down, burying your head in your arms as her words repeated in your head.

“angel?” you snapped your head to the side in time to see your boyfriend crouch down next to you, a worried look etched onto his face. “let’s go back to my place, okay? maybe you could sleep over, you know, since it’s a friday?” his lips quirked into a mischievous smile, but you simply didn’t notice, as your mind was running with thoughts of yuna. you nodded as you took his hand to help you up, a noise of surprise leaving your throat as he dipped you towards the ground and gave you a peck on the lips. “i love you, angel.”

your heart warmed up at his gesture and his words, a smile finally making its way onto your lips, to which yamaguchi cheered that he finally made you show him your pretty smile.

“tadashi?” the olive-haired male hummed as he finished pulling his shirt over his head, not missing the way your eyes traveled to his glistening abs, a sign from his previous shower. you brought your lower lip back in between your teeth, nervously biting at the skin. you hesitated once more before finally letting your questions spill out.

“why are you with me? what’s so special about… me?”

yamaguchi snapped his head to lock eyes with you, his mouth hanging open in surprise. his eyes never left your face, and you quickly began growing uncomfortable. “what?” you muttered as he slowly made his way to where you were sat on his bed. he plucked your phone from your hands, shutting it off and setting it on his nightstand.

“what’s so special about you?” he murmured, sitting next to you, patting his lap for you to sit on. you were hesitant to swing your leg over his, awkwardly placed atop his thighs. his hands rested atop your bare skin, his thumbs drawing soft circles, causing your face to heat up.

“you’re absolutely gorgeous. not only that, but you’re the most kind-hearted, hilarious, most intelligent girl i’ve ever met. you’re my first love, and i’m absolutely in awe that i get to experience everything for the first time with the girl of my dreams. i love you, f/n.”

he smiled up at you, his eyes full of nothing but love as he stares back at the girl who has managed to steal his heart back in your first year of high school. yet, three years later, and he still wakes up each morning wondering what godly thing he did in his past life that gave him the opportunity to be able to wake up to your beautiful face at his door.

his fingers swiped the escaped tears off your cheeks, his heart warming at how you leaned into his touch. “so, so gorgeous,” he murmured as he used his fingers to pull your lips down to meet his, capturing you in a searing kiss. your hands moved to wrap around his neck, returning the kiss with just as much fervor, if not more. your fingers twirled his olive strands, and his fiddled with the hem of your skirt, your skin burning up at his touch.

his hands reached around to your ass, pulling you even closer to his chest. his fingers lingered, kneading the soft skin as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of your mouth as he rubbed his hands over your ass, kissing you hungrily.

“beautiful,” he mumbled once more, angling his head to nip at the skin of your neck, attacking it with lust-filled lovebites. you subconsciously began rocking your hips, the feeling of the outline of his hardened cock perfectly lining up with your cunt sending you reeling. his beautiful moans reverberated against your throat, the two of you moaning in unison as arousal pooled in both of your bellies.

“want you now,” he mumbled, his hands sliding up from your thigh to make its way towards your soaking cunt. you moaned in agreement, grabbing his hand and finally pressing it onto your clit, his fingers automatically rubbing circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. “want you too, tadashi,” you moaned, causing his cock to twitch underneath his sweatpants, yearning for release from its confines.

your hand slipped from his neck, down his chest, until it reached the waistband of his sweats, desperately tugging them down along with his boxers until his leaking cock sprung up, thudding against his clothed stomach. he let out a breathy shudder as the cold air hit his cock, his fingers quickly moving to push your panties aside.

you leaned over to open the drawer of his nightstand, frantically pulling a condom out of the box he has hidden. yamaguchi pumped his length a few times, the feeling causing him to jump, his face growing pink as you giggled at his eagerness.

you watched as he slipped the rubber down his length, your middle and forefinger continuing to rub circles onto your clit as you prepped yourself, knowing the stretch would sting no matter how many times the two of you have done this.

as he finished ensuring the condom felt snug against his cock, you brought yourself onto your knees, your dripping cunt just inches away from his angry reddened tip. you buried your face into your boyfriend’s neck as his hands rested on your hips, slowly guiding yourself down onto his length, groaning as you circled your hips on his tip. the feeling of him finally filling you up was breathtaking, your whines mixed with his breathy moans being the only sounds in his bedroom. thank goodness, you thought, for his parents being away.

you were finally fully situated atop him, his tip barely kissing your cervix. his hands cradled your back as he continued pressing kisses onto your neck, smirking as he noticed all of the red marks he knew you would have fun covering up the next day. maybe it’s good you’ll have a hard time covering them, he thought. maybe now when yuna sees she’ll finally understand that he’s taken.

yamaguchi untucked the hem of your shirt from your skirt, prompting you to pull it over your head. once you did, his fingers made quick work of unbuckling your bra, letting a soft moan slip out of his lips as he watched your gorgeous breasts spill out of the cups.

he flung your shirt somewhere across his bedroom, quickly taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the bud as his hands moved back to rest on your ass. his grip tightened, prompting you to bounce on his cock as his mouth moved from one breast to the other.

your moans got higher and louder as yamaguchi bounced you on his cock, his eyes watching as your own squeezed shut, the feeling of his veiny cock through the condom rubbing against your walls overwhelming you.

yamaguchi pulled your chin down by his pointer finger to slot his lips between yours once more, his tongue locking with yours. your hand slid down to pleasure your neglected clit, hurtling you closer to your high as his length continued sliding in and out of your cunt.

yamaguchi dug his heels into the bed, now taking complete control as he relentlessly pistoned his cock up into your cunt, pulling away from your lips to watch your expression grow even more fucked-out.

“tadashi, tadashi,” you repeated, the coil in your stomach unravelling embarrassingly quickly. yamaguchi’s hips sped up, attempting to chase his own high. his hands grabbed at any skin he could, his fingers borderline bruising your skin as he kneaded your ass.

“‘m close, angel,” he murmured, bringing you closer to his chest as he rested his reddened face against your collarbone. “me too, tadashi,” you drew out his name, drifting off into a whine as his cock hit that spongy spot inside of you, sending you reeling as your orgasm hit you.

your body shook against his as he continued thrusting up into you, desperately attempting to reach his release. it finally happened when he watched you lean back, palms resting against his bedsheets as you moved your hips in sync with his. he watched your breasts bounce with the force of your hips meeting his, which was the last thing he saw before his eyes squeezed shut, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he released thick ropes of his cum inside the condom.

a string of curses fell out of his mouth as he continued cumming, opening his eyes to see your fucked-out expression watching his own. “fuck, angel, you’re so so beautiful,” he sighed, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. “so perfect. so gorgeous. i love you,” he finished, sighing in contentment as his breathing finally slowed, his hands moving to grip your hips once more.

he was slow but careful in pulling you off his softening cock, laying you down onto his bed as he stood up to toss the condom into the bin and pull his boxers back on. he studied your exhausted figure as he reached into his closet to grab a cloth, walking back over to the bed.

he leaned over you as he cleaned you up, grabbing his sweatpants off the floor and pulling them over your exposed legs. once he was finished tossing the cloth into his hamper, he climbed underneath the covers, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“i love you, angel. it’ll only ever be you. no one else, especially not yuna-chan, so you don’t need to worry about her. plus, she’s not my type,” he whispered into your ear as he brushed your hair back, his gaze locked lovingly onto your peaceful expression. you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers moving towards the nape of his neck to play with his baby hairs once more.

“i love you too, tadashi. sorry i left practice today, she just… made me feel like i wasn’t deserving of your love. she also basically said that i looked fat in my uniform.”

yamaguchi’s body tensed, and you opened your eyes fully to see his gaze grow irritated. “you know, we only need one manager. i’m firing her on monday.” you let out a giggle at his firm words, your heart warming at his protective nature.

“that’s a good idea, captain.” he felt his face grow warm at the title, still not being used to it after months of receiving his jersey. “hush now. go to sleep. i love you,” he sighed, pressing another kiss to the crown of your head, his gaze softening as he watched you slowly drift off to sleep.

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[matth1w]

Can I ask for a Lucifer Morningstar fic where the reader to pregnant, hasn’t told Lucifer yet and panics starting to lie to him and avoid him. They resolve it when he does some of his own detective work and he decides he wants you to know he likes the child. Bonus points of stuff like ‘well now I’ve trapped you and you’re mine...’ (like playfully) Thanks.

Detective Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Summary: You’re pregnant with Lucifer’s baby. Great, right? Wrong. You know how much he doesn’t like children. So being a responsible adult, you… lie and avoid him. Lucifer does some detective work and finds out, because of course he would.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, angst, language, talk of period, talk of yeast infections (just wait) 

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 2,709 words

Note: Lots of internal dialogue in this one, with lotsa cursing. Indicated by italics. Also, part of what took so long - my first attempt at this was much less happy and required me to get into a certain mindset. The rewrite is much happier and lighter. And pregnancy fics just take more effort from me.

Note to Requestor: Thank you for requesting and your patience, nonnie! I hope you enjoy! 💕

Tags: @kittenlittle24​

It was about four in the morning and you were thankful for your natural inability to hold your bladder through the night. Lucifer didn’t seem disturbed by your getting out.

Heavy sleeper and used to it, I guess.

You slowly closed the bathroom door with a soft click and opened the cabinet just as slow. Thankful you had fixed that squeaky hinge.

Your eyes fell on the bright box in front of you and you grabbed it with trepidation - hoping your period would start and wake you from this nightmare. You opened the box quietly, swearing internally at the foil wrapping.

Why did they make these things so loud??

It wasn’t necessary. All it did was make it perfectly clear to anyone within a mile’s radius that you were taking a pregnancy test.

You paused after finally pulling it out - so on edge and nervous of making any sound Lucifer would overhear.

Nothing came from the bedroom so you got down to business.

Yuck, of course you got a little on your fingers.

Okay. All done. Now just five minutes.

God it felt like an hour.

Any bleeding?

Nope.

You checked. Still had hope even if it was a week late. You had been practically begging for your period.

You made empty promises to never complain about your period again.

You checked your phone for the hundredth time in the five minutes.

Finally.

You didn’t even pause before looking at the test.

+

Shit.

Hold up, it could be a -

Nope. Definitely a +

+ means pregnant right??

Shit shit shit.

Wait.

Could be a false positive. Those happen all the time.

Yeah, sure, your brain aka reasonable Y/N thought.

You looked into the cabinet to get another one, a different brand.

As much as you were freaking out, you realized that wasn’t the best idea. You’d wait until tomorrow.

I’m sure I’ll get my period by then and it’ll be some weird false positive...

Yeah.

You pushed the feeling in your gut down. It could be wrong.

It had to be.

1 day and 1 more positive test later...

You sat on the couch, Netflix running but not earning your attention.

You were too busy thinking at break-neck speed.

... Well he came around to liking Trixie. Becoming like an uncle to her. Now when he called her monkey it was affectionate.

And he loved and was even affectionate to baby Charlie.

So maybe he wouldn’t be mad. Or upset? Or idk disappointed?

Oh God, that would be the worst.

Wait, God!

Hey! Dad in law! Can you help out here? Take little bugger out?

I mean you helped Mary so just like say the spell backwards.

Yikes.

Let’s hope He wasn’t listening. Pretty sure that sent you straight to Hell ten times over.

Speaking of Hell, this was his fault! He’s the one with the freaking sperm!

But.... you’re the one whose body betrayed you. Apparently your uterus had too many months of preparing for a baby just for it to get torn down.

Maybe it was a fake. False positive. People get those all the time.

Across two different brands?

Ugh, shut up, reasonable Y/N.

3 days and 3 more positive tests later...

Maze you whisper-yelled through your teeth and shook your hand to get her to come over once she looked up from her spot on the barstool.

“I’m fucked.”

“Why?”

Maze asked with a suspicious look.

“I’m... fucked”, you cursed.

“You can’t tell anyone. Especially you know who.”

Maze smiled and nodded, curiosity piqued. She loved secrets.

You sighed, the omnipresent string of curses running through your head before you spoke again, taking a deep breath and spilling it all out.

“I’m like 99.999 percent sure I’m pregnant.”

You sucked in air, having to breath after saying that all so hurried also because FUCK, you just said it out loud.

Your best friend/practical sister just started at you, chewing on your lip.

She shifted on her feet.

“Are you...” she was trying to gauge you and the situation. “Happy?”

You made faces as you tried to think.

Were you?

Petrified. Anxious. Happy? Okay a little. If you weren’t worried about Lucifer’s reaction maybe you would be.

You mean, it was kinda cool you were like making life.

“Uhhhh...”

Maze nodded slowly at that. Understanding nearly perfectly well what was going on.

“I see. And you’re worried about Lucifer?”

You nodded, scared of even saying his name.

“What if he doesn’t like me like that?”, you sighed, wanting to cry.

She just stared at you, but it was no use as you had dropped your head in your hands. She waited until you lifted your head back up before speaking.

“You’re literally married.”

Oh. Right.

“Yeah but...”

She flicked you in the forehead.

“Stop being an idiot, YN.”

“What are my two favorite ladies gossiping about?”

You jumped out of your skin. Neither of you had noticed your husband/ father of your child until he stood just a foot away.

Shit shit shit.

Say something!

You looked to Maze but she was giving you nothing.

Fuck. Okay uh...

“Uh... VAGINAL ITCHING!”

Lucifer stopped himself from putting his hand on your shoulder. His face was a hilarious mixture of confusion and strange acceptance.

No one said anything so you had to go again.

“Um... yeah. Maze,” you gulped at the daggers coming from her eyes.

“I mean, I.... uh, I think I got a yeast infection.”

Lucifer nodded furrowing his eyebrows. He just turned on his feet and walked away.

Once he was out of reach, Maze snorted.

“You’re a mess! Vaginal itching??”

You buried your head in your hands once more and groaned.

— — —

When you went to bed that night Lucifer was already there.

“What have you been up to darling?”

Reading articles about how to tell your husband you’re pregnant.

“Um. Uh.... Reorganizing the closet.”

You smiled and laughed a little too loud as you realized how utterly stupid that was considering he was in the bedroom. With full view of the closet.

You blushed and tried to laugh it off.

“Sorry, babe. I’m super tired. I’ve been out of it.”

He chuckled. “That yeast infection?”, he mused.

You nodded over enthusiastically. “Yeah the uh, yeast infection.... Itchy itch!”

You cringed.

Itchy itch? Who says that??

Lucifer pursed his lips, trying so hard not to laugh at you.

“Yes, itchy itch indeed. Let me know if you need me to run to the store and get you something for that. I was planning on going out tomorrow.”

You gulped. Fear and paranoia coursing through your veins.

He nudged your shoulder.

“CVS has those chocolates you like on sale so I thought I’d pick some up.”

You sighed. A little too eagerly. Then tried to cover it up.

You couldn’t trust your words so you smiled and leaned in to kiss Lucifer.

He held your lips for an extra moment and pulled away slowly.

“I love you, Y/N” he said. Certainty and firmness evident through his tone and eyes that held yours.

You closed your eyes.

“I love you too, my angel”

— — —

You stopped as you stepped out of Lux, taking a moment to appreciate the warm LA sun hitting your skin. You closed your eyes and held your head high.

Today was going to be a good day.

Someone cleared their throat next to you and you frowned.

Or not.

Opening your eyes you saw you sister in law, Remiel.

Ah, fuck.

“Remy!” you exclaimed, trying to be excited. Like you didn’t know what was going on or why she was here.

She looked at you unamused.

“Y/N. I thought you said you used protection.”

Your face fell and you slumped. Embarrassed as Remy brought up your old conversation.

When she came down to try to take Charlie to Heaven she made a comment about expecting Lucifer to be the one to create a nymphlim.

And you of course said that you two used protection and she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Which wasn’t a lie, you had been! You just... kinda stopped.

You laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah…” You swallowed.

“Since you’re here... am I actually…?” your throat tightened. You couldn’t say it.

In an instant your sister in law eyes softened.

“Yes,”

You nodded, looking away as you bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears from spilling onto your cheeks.

Remy came closer to you and put her hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” she began, her voice soft and almost unfamiliar from what you knew of the hunter.

You looked up at Remy and tried to smile.

“I guess,” you sniffled. “I kept thinking it wasn’t real. That all the tests were somehow wrong.”

You shuddered out a shaky laugh, meeting her eyes quickly.

“But I guess if you’re here and you can tell...”

Remy grunted in agreement. “I can smell it clearly.”

You chuckled and looked back at her, not surprised to see her serious face. But that left after a moment to a sly smirk.

You sighed and decided to go in for a hug. After a quick flinch, Remy brought her arms loosely around you.

“You’re not mad?” You sniffled against her shoulder.

She laughed under you as she pulled away, holding you at arms length.

“No. I learned my lesson with Amenadiel. I wanted to offer my help. The child of Lucifer will be highly sought out.”

You blanched. “Sought out? Like...”

She nodded seriously. Her mood instantly changing.

“Yes, Y/N. Many will try to get ahold of your child for their own benefit.”

You just nodded back, unable to handle the situation and desperately wanting to not think about it.

Remy seemed to notice your fatigue and tried to smile again.

“But there’s no need to worry about that now!”

You smiled back, trying to relax as well.

“Well... since you’re here...”

“Remy!”

Lucifer shouted from behind you.

Your husband walked up to you both and pulled his sister in for a tight hug.

“So lovely for you to stop down. What are you doing here?”

Remy went to say - the truth. So you spoke up first. Almost drowning her out.

“I invited her for pedicures!”

“Ooh pedicures?” Lucifer turned to you with excitement.

“Yeah. Uh, Girl family bonding. Like just girls! ... Sorry uh no boys allowed.”

Luci chuckled as Remy just looked on.

“Sounds lovely.” Luci couldn’t even try to hide the love in his heart seeing his wife and sister together.

You stepped in to give him a quick peck on the cheek then back to Remy and wrapped your arm in hers.

“Bye Luci!”

There was a glimmer in his eyes as he pulled out the corvette keys from his pocket and handed them to you.

“Have fun, darling”.

You smiled up at your husband, appreciative of the act.

He gave Remy one last look before he walked back inside.

It was quiet for almost a minute before Remy broke the silence.

“You haven’t told him yet?”

You sighed and hung your shoulders.

“I’ve been meaning to but I just... I’m so scared.”

“Of what?”

You looked at her. She really did want to help.

“Hey uh, if you’re not busy. A pedicure would be nice.”

She smiled. It truly was a nice sight.

“Sure.”

— — —

After you got home and said your goodbyes to your sister in law you hummed happily, trying to not be nervous.

Thankfully Lucifer wasn’t home so you relaxed in front of the tv with a snack.

When the elevator door dinged, you jumped up as Lucifer was quite cheery.

“What’s got you all smiley, Mr. Morningstar?”

He chuckled. “Well, Mrs. Morningstar, not only did they have your chocolates on sale. I also got a coupon!”

You giggled at him. Lucifer Morningstar. The Devil himself. Clipping coupons with such eagerness like a domestic housewife.

He walked over to you and held up the bags. You gawked.

“Luci, how much chocolate did you get??”

He gave you a sly smile.

“Oh I noticed we were running low on some items so I got them as well”

He held your eyes and in that moment you knew you were caught. But you tried to play dumb.

“What stuff?”

He tilted his head at you.

“You know, darling. Pregnancy tests. You’ve gone through quite a lot these past few days.”

You felt the color drain from your face.

“Luci...”

He held up his hand and walked over to sit beside you.

“Y/N. Whatever the reason, I want you to know you don’t need to lie anymore.”

You had to look away at the intensity of his look.

“I’m the Devil. Sensing truth and lies is my thing.”

He put two fingers under your chin to make you meet his eyes.

“And even if I wasn’t. You’re a bloody awful liar. Pedicures?”

He gave you a crooked cheeky smile and you couldn’t help the groan that escaped you.

“I know. But Luci...”

He wasn’t moving to speak so you took a breath and continued.

“I thought you would be upset. I mean, other than Trixie and Charlie, you don’t really like kids. And having a kid, it would tie us together forever. And I know we’re married but it’s different? And I just...”

Your voice trailed off when you looked back up at Lucifer and saw him shaking his head.

“Y/N, my darling wife. We were tied together forever the moment I first saw you. And a child? To be honest, seeing my brother with Charlie it sparked something in me.

“And when I saw you and Remy standing together today - I hoped she was here for the same reason you had taken almost every kind of pregnancy test. And didn’t use any tampons. And didn’t eat any of your period ice cream.”

You felt the blush grow on your cheeks and bumped your head into his shoulder - trying to desperately hide your embarrassment.

“You used your detective skills on me, Morningstar?”

He laughed wholeheartedly as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You aren’t that challenging of a case, love.”

You let yourself laugh.

It shouldn’t surprise you.

Wait.

He said hoped.

Hoped.

“Luci...” you stilled under him, “You said you hoped?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Really?”, you said softly, so surprised by his words.

He nodded then leaned in to kiss you, saying all he needed to say with the passion and love pouring from his lips to yours.

When he pulled away you took a breath, feeling like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Staring into the eyes of your husband, you knew his words to be true.

“You want this? A baby? Our baby?”

He smiled, lighting up at your words.

“Yes.” He shook you slightly.

“I want all the babies you’re willing to give me. Because it’s you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help it.

Yep, time for the waterworks.

“Oh, Luci” you sobbed as you dove to hug him.

He held you tightly as he soothed your pain.

“It’s alright, love. Everything’s alright now.”

After a few minutes of crying and comfort, you sniffled and wiped your eyes. Unable to form words that could convey how you felt, you just looked at your husband, smiling softly, eyes glistening and showing relief, gratitude, and love.

He brought you back into his arms and hummed softly.

— — —

Later that night, when your limbs were intertwined between the sheets, the emotional toll of the day mixed with sleep to loosen your tongue.

“Luci... you don’t feel tied down to me??” Your voice was quiet - scared and hopeful.

“Darling.” Lucifer chuckled before he saw the seriousness on your face.

“We’re married.” He said as he stroked your cheek down to your shoulder.

“But a baby.” You nuzzled into him. “It I don’t know... it kinda ties you to someone forever.” The wetness of your eyes coming back again for what felt like the millionth time that day.

Lucifer shifted, pulling you closer to him and lifting your head so your eyes would meet his.

“Being tied to you for the rest of my life isn’t a prison, my darling - it’s a gift.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi ! I recently read the fics "Uphill" and "A Hundred Crimson Sols", and I also remember reading "Perfomance in a leading role" a while ago, and I really loved them so I was wondering if you new other AUs where they have another job than in canon ? Especially ones where one of them is famous ? I love your blog btw, and you're so nice with everybody

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could recommend any true AUs? I feel like getting away from the canon setting. Thanks!

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: hi, do you have any coffee shop/different first meeting au fic recs? thank you! (:

Hi Nonnies!!

I hope you don’t mind that I put y'all together, since y’all are looking for pretty much the exact same thing! Funny because these all came in around the same time, LOL. I’ve SO many AU’s, but I’ve those ones sorted too, and Nonny 1, you’ve got a good suggestion here for today’s AU list, so we’re gonna go with Other Professions, which works great for Nonny 2′s request as well!! 

And Nonny 1, thank you very much for your kind words! I’m not THAT nice, but I try, LOL

Nonny 3, I’ve added in the “see also” some fics you may also enjoy! Believe it or not, I’ve never read a coffee shop AU fic. I think it’s because they’re mostly Unilock and I don’t really care for unilock :P (I like my John and Sherlock older because I can then relate to them :P)

I’ve also added some fics on my MFL list since I like making long lists LOL LOL.

ALTERNATE PROFESSIONS

See also (for First Meeting Nonny):

Fairy Tales and Fantasy

TV, Movies, and Books AU (Fantasy Pt. 2)

Magical Realism Where John is the Powerful One

Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock

WWII AU’s

Faes / Faeries

Alternate First Meetings (Canon-Feeling)

First Meeting Via Internet / Phone / Letters

Angel John 

Ghosts / Figments

School Fics

Soul Mates and Soul Bonds

Omegaverse

where the good things grow by anchors (M, 7,066 w. || Tea Shop AU || Alternate First Meeting, Magical Realism, Gardens, Tea, Friends to Lovers) – “I have a magic garden.” As come-ons go, John’s heard worse.

He’s Not Paid Enough to Deal with This Shit by janonny (T, 9,828 w. || Personal Assistant AU || Humour, First Meetings, Snarky John) – One of the first things John did was to write up step-by-step instructions on how to conduct a proper job interview before handing it over to Mycroft for his perusal. There were no kidnapping, deserted car parks or stolen therapy notes anywhere on that list. (Or the one where John returned from the war and ended up working for Mycroft as his personal assistant slash doctor on retainer. Everything was fine, until he was sent to post bail for one Sherlock Holmes.)

The Nutcracker by Odamaki (T, 13,758 w. || Nutcracker AU ||  Christmas, Dark Magic, Dolls) – Sherlock is unimpressed with Uncle Rudy’s present. A doll? What does he want with a doll?

Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flightdeck (E, 16,679 w. || Android Sherlock, Love Story, Unhappy Ending, Angst) – “You think I can’t love you? Just because you’re made with metal, and detailed programming?” The doctor propped himself on his elbow, and looked down at it. “I am nothing but blood and bone, and tissue. Things just managed get mashed together in a manner that made me like this. Just like you were put together to make you how you are. When I kiss you-” he did so, briefly, to prove his point. Then more deeply, and lingering, because he could. “When I touch you, or smile at you, does it make you feel different from when others have done it in the past?”

Pleasure to Burn by scullyseviltwin (E, 17,863 w. || Firefighter AU, Firefighter John / Arson Investigator Sherlock, Slow Burn, Pining, Case Fic-ish) – “If you’d kindly stop knocking about in there and destroying all of my evidence, it would be most appreciated!” John groaned and for a moment rested his head against the side of the truck. Of course he was the only captain left on the scene, which meant he would have to be the one to deal with the arson investigator.

Uncharted Territory by J_Baillier (T, 19,603 w. || Dystopian Future / Black Mirror AU || Angst, Drama, Homophobia, Bisexuality, Technology, Humour, Romance, Near Future, Happy Ending) – The System puts people through a series of assigned relationships in order to determine who their Perfect Match is. John believes that it works; Sherlock really, really doesn’t. One of them is probably going to be wrong.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein (T, 31,987 w. || College/Uni AU || Professor John, Ph.D Student Sherlock, Pining John, Poetry, Falling in Love / Slow Burn, Light Angst, Happy Ending) – John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,157w. || Howl’s Moving Castle AU || Witches and Wizards, Slow Burn, Magic, Jealous John, Happy Ending, Bed Sharing) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.”Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

The Soul Remembers by i_ship_an_armada (E, 43,636 w. || Oblivion AU || Post-Apocalypse, Movie Fusion, Science Fiction, Action/Adventure, Angst, Dreams, Bittersweet Ending) – John Watson is the lone security repairman stationed on a desolate, nearly-ruined future Earth. His dreams are plagued by a tall, dark-haired man, and when his dreams meet reality, he will be forced to question everything he believes is the truth about his life.

Spare Change by Ermerness (E, 51,966 w. || Rich Holmeses AU || First Kiss / Time, Holmes Family, Virgin Sherlock, Anal, First Meetings) – The Holmes family is one of the richest and most powerful in England. Sherlock spends his time flying around the world on the family’s private jet drinking a lot and shopping at expensive boutiques as a way of trying to alleviate his endless boredom. His mother decides it’s time he settles down with someone powerful, wealthy and well connected. John Watson happens to be none of those things.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because…new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride… prepare for blast off. Part 1 of the SpaceBois go to Space series

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant – but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree (E, 63,844 w. || In Time AU || Science Fiction, Dystopian Universe, First Meetings, Action / Adventure, Romance) – In 2169, time is money—literally. Humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down from one year. When that time is up, they die. The only way to get more time is to earn it, borrow it, or steal it.John Watson lives day-to-day in the crowded slums of Zone 13. He never imagined living any differently—until he meets the practically-immortal Sherlock, and helps him on a case to track a local time-thief…

Uphill by scullyseviltwin (E, 77,750 w. || Olympics AU || Sherlock POV, Skier!Sherlock / Medic!John, Rivalry, 2014 Olympics, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is striving for gold in this, his fourth and final Olympics as a downhill Alpine racer.

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he’s a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover’s trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world’s highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school’s Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

Maintenance and Repair by patternofdefiance (E, 106,650 w. || FutureAU, Augmentation || Augmented John, Depression, Body Modification, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Sci-Fi, Self-Care, Body Dysmorphia) – John wants to explain the rush of sensation and data, which is just another form of sensation (or is it the other way around?). John wants to say:Augmentation circuits report temperature, pressure, various forms of quantitative input. Sudden changes are reported as pain, since sudden changes are dangerous, and pain is the quickest way to encourage reflexive extraction. But all John can manage is, “Nng.” Because this sudden touch is not reporting as pain. Part 2 of STATIC

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis

Eyes Up, Heels Down by CodenameMeretricious (E, 107,845 w. || Sports Equestrian AU || Fluff, Angst, Humour, Rider!Sherlock, Groomer!John, Show Jumping, Slow Burn, Happy Ending) – Sherlock is a top eventing rider currently training at Baker Farms. John is the new groom who’s been told to steer clear of the surly rider and his horses. Part 1 of Baker Farms

The Swan Triad by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Lake AU || Magical / Fairy Tale AU, Romance, Falling in Love, Pining, Psychological Torture, Transformation) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers’ attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer.

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship’s surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there’s more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin’ the eye, he has to choose… is it a pirate’s life for him?

The Horse and his Doctor by khorazir (T, 129,003 w. || Horse / Vet AU || Magical Realism, Horses, Vet John, Horse Sherlock, Implied Alcoholism) – Invalided after a run in with a poacher in Siberia, veterinary surgeon John Watson finds it difficult to acclimatise to the mundanity of London life. Things change when a friend invites him along to a local animal shelter and he meets their latest acquisition, a trouble-making Frisian with the strangest eyes and even stranger quirks John has ever encountered in a horse.

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori (E, 156,714 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Actor / Hollywood AU || Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Secret Relationship, Coming Out) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world? Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 159,368 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE ||70′s Surfer AU || Period Typical Homophobia, Hawaii, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professional Surfers, Gay John / Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John was a Sailor, Misunderstandings) – All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair. That’s all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition. (PUBLISHED AS ‘The Sea Ain’t Mine Alone’)

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn’t have much choice. There’s only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

MARKED FOR LATER

(these are fics I have in my MFL list for future reading and have not read them yet. Read at your own discretion).

My, She Was Yar by blueink3 (M, 5,313 w. || Cinema AU || Teenlock, Mention of Sex for Drugs, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending) – YAR: adjective; (nautical term, of a sailboat) agile, quick, easily manoeuvred. Or, the exact opposite of what Sherlock Holmes is when he stumbles into John Watson’s cinema and turns his life upside down. Part 7 of the Tumblr Prompts series

come be my april fool by a_different_equation (M, 6,473 w. || Great British Bake Off AU || Writer!Sherlock, Est. Rel., Fluff / Humour, Baking, Marriage Proposal, Military Kink, Domestics, POV John, Romance, Sherlock Wears Glasses, Sweet Sherlock, Bookstores, Queer Themes) – After leaving ‘The Great British Bake Off’, Sue Perkins has written a book about Victorian baking. Tonight, on April 1st, she is reading at ‘The Bard’, Mike Stamford’s bookstore in central London. It is the exact same spot where John Watson, battered and bruised, had learned all about his magnificent bastard – one Mr. Sherlock Holmes, famous gay crime fiction writer – for the first time. A story about found family, DRAMAtical lesbians, how to react when your boyfriend has a military kink but he doesn’t want to act on it, oh, and popping the question. Sequel to ‘i read your book, you magnificent bastard’. Part 2 of Magnificent Bastard!AU

Idle Hands by kinklock (E, 7,226 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Phone Sex, Alternate First Meeting, Dirty Sign Language) – While working as a video sign language interpreter for the deaf, John’s last client of the day asks him to interpret a highly unusual call. (aka deaf Sherlock wants to call a phone sex hotline AU)

What To Do With An Atypical Animal Within by HarveyDangerfield  & swimsalot (E, 7,804 w. || Harry Potter AU || Animagus, Porn With A Little Plot, Tail Porn) – Sherlock is determined to be an animagus. But what happens when it isn’t a fox or a horse or a dog he’s turning into?

Dead Letter Office by a_different_equation (M, 20,364 w. || ‘Bartleby’ Fusion / Office Setting AU || Different First Meeting, Epistolary, John’s Blog, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pre-Canon, John Watson is Sherlock’s Boss, PTSD John, Military Backstory, Writer John, Drug Use, Texting) – John Watson comes home from the war, gets a new job and meets Sherlock Holmes through Mike Stamford. Same tale since 1891, except this time it’s 2008, John is Sherlock’s boss, and they work together at the Dead Letter Office in London. It’s not a love story, until it finally is.

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 24,904 +w. || WiP || Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Meet Cute, Prince Sherlock / Soldier John, Alternating POV) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Aquiver by Junejuly15 (M, 25,852 w. || Fashion Designer AU || PA John Watson / Fashion Designer Sherlock, Sherlock’s Feelings, Romance, UST, Arrogant Sherlock, Drug Use, Confessions, Protective Mycroft, Parties, BAMF John, Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time) – Sherlock Holmes is a successful and arrogant fashion designer and John Watson his new PA. Of course, sparks fly between them.

False Advertising by ravenscar (E, 27,722 w. || Office AU / Devil Wears Prada Inspired || Victor Trevor, Flashbacks, Hurt / Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Younger John/Older Sherlock, Marriage Proposal) – Sherlock is John’s boss and mentor at an advertising agency. Can they find love in the cut-throat workplace?

Out and Loud by paradigmfinch (M, 28,233 w. || Popstar AU || Dancer/Ballet Sherlock / Singer John, Fluff, Falling in Love, Mutual Pining, Jealousy) – John Watson is a 22 year old pop star who’s about to come crashing out of the closet.Sherlock Holmes is a reluctant fanboy auditioning to dance in his next music video. Part 1 of Out and Loud

Looking Glass Cabaret by lymphadei (E, 30,874 w. || Cabaret AU, Alternate First Meeting, Drag Queen John, Fluff and Smut, Drama, PWP) – Lady Grey leant up on her toes, her hands on either side of his neck to steady herself as she pressed her lips against Sherlock’s ear. “I wouldn’t say a devil, Mr Holmes, but I’m definitely not on the side of the angels.” Then, she pulled back slightly to place a lingering kiss on his cheek. Part 4 of the Interpersonal Affairs series

Through Dangers Untold by hogwartswitch (E, 32,003 w. || Labyrinth AU) – The Goblin King has fallen in love with John Watson and visits him in dreams. But the evil wizard who cursed the Goblin King cannot allow that to continue. Will John survive the labyrinth? Or will he become a lost goblin like all the rest?

An Everlasting Inferno by thatawkwardfriend (M, 35,011+ w. || WiP || Criminal AU || Different First Meeting, Minor Character Death, Gun Violence, Sherlock Whump, Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers, UST, Mutual Pining) – Sherlock and John are both men who operate outside the law. John works for Mary and her hitmen in order to keep a roof over his head. Sherlock does anything his drug dealer asks of him in exchange for free drugs and housing. They meet one night in a darkened garage to negotiate a deal. But they soon find out that neither of their bosses are being entirely honest with them about their goals or motives. With a little poking around, they stumble upon something much bigger than themselves and discover that perhaps, it might be in their best interests to work together. (Loosely inspired by StartUp and Little Favour)

Leveling Up by philalethia (M, 36,961 w. || Video Gamer AU || Different First Meeting, Epistolary, Gaming, Internalized Homophobia, Sexuality Crisis, Past Drug Use) – John plays video games, Sherlock writes a guide on GameFAQs, and they get on quite well together… eventually.Told entirely through emails, text messages, and voice chats.

Learning Curve by thpontiacbandit (M, 41,422 w. || Teacher / Parent AU || America, Fluff and Smut, Parentlock, Frottage) – John is a Kindergarten teacher. One of his students, a boy named Henry Holmes, refuses to speak in school. John is determined to get to the bottom of it, and that is how he meets Sherlock Holmes.

Fly Very High by yalublyutebya (E, 46,533 w. || Formula One AU || Rivalry, Permanent Injury, Hate / Angry Sex) – John Watson was born to be a racing driver, and even a crash isn’t enough to keep him out of a car for long. But coming back is not that easy, especially when he meets his new teammate, Sherlock Holmes.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock’s closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don’t need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Doubtful Comforts of Human Love by PoppyAlexander (M, 61,500 w. || Ballet / Rugby AU || Ballet Sherlock / Rugby John, Est. Long-Term Relationship, Marriage, Case Fic, Blow Jobs, Implied Infidelity, Angst, Dirty Talk, Violent Outbursts, Arguments, Relationship Discussions, Love Letters, Grand Gestures, Hopeful Ending) – UK Ballet principal dancer Sherlock Holmes and assistant rugby coach John Watson met and fell in love as ambitious, optimistic teenagers. Twenty years on, they are entering midlife, facing the break-down of their bodies and the ending of their careers, and contemplating what the future holds for two middle-aged men forced to start over. With a frightening crisis unfolding at the Ballet, Sherlock must balance the demands of his career, his friendships, and his marriage with his own struggle against bitterness and discontent, while John takes a long-overdue glance from the outside, in, and stutter-steps toward making a kind of peace.

The Craving in Between by love_in_mind_palace (E, 69,349 w. || Wedding Planner AU || Infidelity, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Sexting & Texting, Alternating POV, Mary is Not Nice) – Sherlock Holmes, The wedding Consultant. Picky about his projects and a nightmare to work with. Rejects ninety percent of the couples after just having a look at them and can predict how long a marriage will last. But when unassuming, plain, John Watson reluctantly limps his way in his office, with his more than enthusiastic fiancée, Mary Morstan, instead of dismissing the ill-assorted couple on the spot, he promptly decides that the project, and the groom.. are definitely worth working on.

Philia and Eros by distantstarlight (E, 84,660 w. || Historical AU || Friends to Lovers, Time Travel, Kilts, Possessive Behaviour, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Implied Rape/Non-Con) – Love is timeless but time isn’t necessarily linear. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes are about to embark on an unintended adventure that will take them far away from the comfortable confines of 221 B Baker Street. Part 1 of Strange Paths

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes.” Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

Cake and Other Sins by Indybaggins (E, 100,670 w. || Great British Bakeoff AU || Alternate First Meeting, Angst, Baking, Desire, Disability, Incest (Holmescest/Holmescest with John), Masturbation, Falling in Love, Oral, Outdoor Sex, Past Drug Use, Poisoning, Voyeurism) – Sherlock and John meet as competing bakers on The Great British Bake Off. There’s intense baking, lush recipes and enticing food. Mycroft, guilt, past sins in chocolate and gingerbread. And love. That too.

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w. || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel.) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it’s a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

Emperor Tales of the Frozen South by cwb (M, 153,444 w. || Penguin AU || Adventure, Rituals, Fluff, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Gay Rights, Bonding, Antartica) – At the bottom of the world, two intrepid explorers make their way in the harshest of environments. An important journey must be taken, and prophecies fulfilled, but not before family meddling, political interference, and self-doubt threaten to alter the future of an entire species.If you know me at all, you know that this had to be done. Part 1 of Emperor Tales of the Frozen South

The Jewel in the Tower by PoppyAlexander (E, 207,079 w. || Dystopian AU, Violence, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Mild Dub Con, One World Government, Class Issues, Assassin John / Geisha Sherlock, Self Esteem Issues, Slow Burn, Espionage, Miscommunication, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Letters/Texting, Phone Sex, Infidelity, First Time, Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Injury Recovery, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Scars, Misgendering, Happy Endings) – In a contemporary dystopia, Unity is peace – despite the fact unsanctioned information, illicit currency, and every sort of danger flows unchecked in the world’s pleasure districts. John Watson, a weary hired gun, is assigned by the mysterious Mentor to investigate a subversive element lurking in the Icehouse, the world’s most famous House of Repose. As accustomed as he is to dealing with the unexpected, John is nevertheless woefully unprepared to meet the gem of the Ice house, Xie, the world renowned “drashaskaya,” the living work of art after which all other drashas are modeled. In sumptuous suites, amid trailing puddles of silk and fervent whispers in the night, John soon learns that nothing is as it seems in the floating world of London’s pleasure district. (PUBLISHED AS “At Night in the Floating World”)

You Go To My Head Series by 7PercentSolution and J_Baillier (E, 257,765+ w. across 8 Stories, WiP || Surgeon AU || Medical Realism, Doctor John / Doctor Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Addiction, Angst, Slow Burn, PTSD, Pining, Insecurity) – This series is an alternate universe one, featuring the exciting medical and romantic adventures of doctors Watson (senior neuroanaesthetist) and Holmes (neurosurgeon).

Enigma by khorazir (M, 289,667 w. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Case Fic, Espionage, Period-Typical Homophobia / Sexism, Pining Sherlock, Inexperienced / VirginSherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Non-Graphic Violence) – It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies’ encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the arrival of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy.

Deflowered - Director’s Cut by Lorelei_Lee (E, 328,535 w. || Mafia / Mob AU || Rape/Non-Con, Dub-Con, Boss John/Rentboy Sherlock, Bottomlock, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous John, Prostate Milking, Sounding, Anal Beads/Plug, Anal Sex / Fingering, Spanking, Begging, Blow Jobs, Riding Crops, Begging, Romance, Desperation, Minor Character Death, Implied Self Harm, Violence) – It should have been strictly business. Being a Mafia boss with a sadistic sexual streak, John had long since realised that his playthings were in it for the money only. Being a masochistic rent boy, Sherlock seemed too good to be true. Little did they know…

[pacificwanderer]

I wonder if the Force connections were still going on between TLJ and Episode IX because a year without the force connection and not seeing together is such a long time tho. But then I would want to see the drama between them once they finally see each other after not seeing the other for a year.

Hey Nonnie!

Yeah, I mean the drama would be great haha and I understand how it could be a compelling thing to witness for the audience, so I get the argument. I have a lot of feelings about Reylo, so I really am of two minds insofar as seeing them be angsty and in pain in canon is concerned LOL (as in, I don’t mind it in fanfic, but canon? MY POOR KIDS NEED HUGS NOT MORE TEARS), but don’t worry, I have zero impact on the outcome of the story, so my fluffy headcanons ruin nothing haha.

I’m going to try to get to a few anons that are similar in theme sooo, more under the cut:

There better be more Reylo scenes in IX. JJ needs to go all out when it comes to reylo scenes. I want them to touch each other more you know. Let Rey touch his hair and face. Let Ben touch her scar and untangle her hair. They also need to look at each other with knowing looks to signify that they are truly connected, they don’t need words to know what the other is thinking.

At the end of the day, it’s SW, not Star Romance (AS MUCH AS I WISH IT WERE OTHERWISE haha), but I’m sure we’ll get some good scenes to chew on. As far as I know, JJ enjoys romance and he’s pretty much the father of Reylo at this point, so I don’t imagine he’d go from what we got in TFA (where basically the plot was structured around these two characters having to meet), to like nothing in EPIX, esp given how popular their scenes were in TLJ (and TFA, tbqh). I am also majorly down for scar touching/reveals, SO DOWN.

I wonder if the teaser trailer that they will show in SWC would contain any hint of drama between Rey and Ben or just exchanges of dialogues but we don’t see them actually talking to each other because from what I observed from reddit and comments here and there, people are most excited of Rey and Ben interacting in IX.

We might get more than we expect! I imagine much of the plot (aside from the general, bad guys vs good guys fight!!!) will be kind of hidden. They do a great job with the trailers for SW and, instead of revealing the entire story, they just give us something to chew on for months (obsess over), and I prefer that. I hate watching trailers that literally give the entire movie away. Just makes me wonder why I should bother watching the movie at all! Whether people want romance between them, or just drama, I think both parties are going to be relatively happy when EPIX is all said and done.

I also fucking ready for the drama between Rey and Ben. I am pretty sure there will be screaming and crying and then when they finally calm down, they’ll talk civilly and voice out their feelings.

Haha! So many of you are super into the drama, and that’s awesome. I don’t know how much screaming there will be (considering Ben, all things considered, is actually really calm around Rey, which is pretty noteworthy, given how he is around literally everyone else), but she might be kind of pissed, given that she’s a little more angry than people seem to give her credit for (and that’s not a criticism on my part, I love this about her character). At any rate, I hope there’s lots of feelings in this movie. I’m such a sucker for feelings!

I hope we get to see more of Ben’s perspective in IX or he and Rey have the most screen time alone or together (is that selfish of me?). I recently just watched TFA and TLJ and we really don’t see much of him in either films despite being a co-protagonist.

I just checked the screen times for TFA and TLJ, and Adam has about 15 minutes in TFA and 23 in TLJ (Daisy has the most in both, 45 minutes in TFA and 33 in TLJ, respectively). I honestly hope that the plot is a little more focused and that the screen times are more balanced for the main characters (Fi//nn took a major cut in TLJ and I wish that wasn’t the case). I really do hope they focus primarily on the new characters, which seems to be a rather controversial opinion (and it’s my own and, as I have no impact on the outcome of the plot, lol who cares?). I have the OT for the original characters and the PT for their specific set of characters. I want to see more of the ST characters, but I’ve always been fine with story lines in SW that don’t center around the OT characters. We’ll see how it all goes!

Do you think if there is going to be a documentary, will they show the chemistry test between Adam and Daisy? I really want to see it. They have so much chemistry that it’s hard for me to imagine that they just winged it. I also imagined that they talk about how they were going to play each other off before filming TFA. Also do you think that both of them were already aware that their characters are going to be romantically involved before filming TFA?

I honestly don’t know that there was a chemistry test between Daisy and Adam. Adam was basically courted for the position, while Rey’s character was chosen after months of interviews and I think, given the timeline, they hired who they thought would work for the part. I think that John and Daisy had chemistry readings (they did, I was right) and, given that they had so much screen time together in TFA, that makes perfect sense (this interview also seems to imply that Daisy and Harrison had readings together too???). They’re great together. I think the hiring process for John was even longer. So, I think they wanted Adam regardless. We’ll have to see though. I’m sure they did readings together at some point (actually, I know they did because there’s video of them reading the script at the first table read).

As far as documentaries go, I HOPE SO because I love that shit. I know Ram and Rian have like 1800 hours of footage filmed from the production of TLJ, so I’d expect to see something like that pop up as a part of Disney’s new streaming service, Disney+ in the future. 

As far as romance, apparently Adam has been working with one specific piece of information as to where it was all going, so I’m sure he has an idea of what the character is supposed to accomplish and why. As for Daisy, she was always really sweet and seemed to enjoy tf out of the Reylo fandom back when she was on instagram, so I don’t think the concept is foreign to her. And, given her response as to whether Kylo is redeemable or not leans pretty hard into the “he’s redeemable” camp, it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume she knows what’s coming too. JJ apparently also told her during TFA who her parents were, so this conspiracy theory bullshit about Rian retconing it is ridiculous. So yeah, I hope we do get to see more of the process because I LOVE that BTS shit and seeing how they all work and what were their motivating factors for the characters and seeing how things shifted from concept to movie–yes yes yes!

Cheers all! Thanks for the chat!

[doctoraliceharvey]

I wish you would write a fix that shows Matthew taking care of Alice

here you go, nonnie!

AO3 | FF.NET

Just Like a Spark

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Alice Harvey did not get sick often, this was known.

Alice Harvey did not get sick often, and when she did, it came full tilt.

She woke that morning to a scratchy, sore throat, a runny nose, teary eyes, and shivering underneath her bed covers.

'Oh great.'

Somehow, Alice managed to pull herself out of bed and shuffled to the phone - pausing briefly to wait for her world to stop tilting on its axis. Blinking through the tears and slightly swollen eyelids, Alice carefully dialed the hospital. After explaining that she'd be out for the day, Alice hung up and dialed Jean's number - already dreading how much she'd hover the second she found out Alice was sick.

"Blake Residence, Superintendent Lawson speaking."

Oh… oh, this was going to be interesting.

Alice cleared her throat (ignoring the way her cheeks flushed at the sound of Matthew's voice, maybe she could blame it on whatever bug she caught) and coughed into her sleeve. "Matthew."

"Alice? Is everything alright?"

"I'm fine, it's just a little cold," she coughed again and again and again, until she finally caught her breath.

"That didn't sound like a little cold, Alice," Matthew spoke when she stopped.

"I'm the doctor," Alice squeaked out.

"You're also coughing up a lung."

"I'm fine, I'll just take today and recover. I was calling to let Jean know so she could pass on to you that you'll have to find a locum today for any cases."

He was silent for awhile and Alice wondered if they lost connection through the phone, but he finally sighed, "You should probably take more than a day, but thank you, Alice. If we get any new cases, I'll get a locum to step in."

"Thank you, Matthew."

"Feel better and take care of yourself, or I'll send Jean over to hover." His laughter rippled down the line when Alice made a noise halfway between a frustrated sigh and a whine.

"Deal." Alice twirled the phone cord around her fingers and looked down at her feet. "Stay safe out there, Matthew."

"I will."

Returning the phone to its cradle, Alice poured herself a glass of water and returned to her bedroom - fully intent on sleeping for the next twenty-four hours and not leaving her bed for any reason.

She'd muscle through it, just like she had in the past.

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Matthew stared at the phone in his hand, chewing on his inner cheek as he thought. Placing it down in the cradle, he drummed his fingers on the table.

"Who was that?" Jean asked as she entered the kitchen, tying her apron around her waist.

"Alice, she called to say she was taking the day."

"Oh? What for?"

"In her words 'just a little cold', but it sounded like she was coughing up a lung."

Jean frowned, "And you're worried about her."

He dragged a hand over his face, "...Yeah, I am. I just… I don't know what to do."

She smiled and directed him towards the stove, "Come on, I'll show you."

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Matthew shifted on the front step to Alice's rented bungalow - armed with a basket of food Jean helped him make, medicine from Lucien's study, and a thermos of tea, he rang the doorbell and hoped Alice wouldn't be irritated too much.

It took awhile for Alice to answer the door and he had to bite down on the grin that threatened to spread across his face at her utterly confused look.

"Matthew?" she frowned, her eyes blinking blearily in the mid-morning sun. Matthew thought she looked adorable, wrapped up in her robe, her hair sleep-tousled, and the end of her nose pink.

"I brought food and medicine, figured you'd need it."

Alice sighed and gave him an irritated look, "I told you that I'd be fine." The severity of her statement crumbled when she coughed into her sleeve and she flushed at Matthew's raised eyebrows.

"Oh…" Alice huffed. "Oh, alright, come in. But don't get mad at me if you catch it!"

He followed Alice into her house, briefly hanging up his jacket and hat by the door, and limped into the kitchen. He pulled out the food and turned to Alice watching him in the doorway.

"Hungry at all?"

She shook her head, "Not really. I could go for a cuppa though."

Alice laughed when Matthew pulled out the thermos with a flourish.

"Would you like it in here, or…?"

"I really should lay down," she rasped, coughing into her robe sleeve again. "If you don't mind?"

"Not at all, go back to bed, I'll bring it to you." Matthew turned back to the cupboards, pulling down a mug for both of them when he felt Alice shuffle close. Lips, chapped and slightly too warm, pressed against his cheek and he looked down to see her lean her head against his shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked her quietly.

"I feel like I'm dying," she quipped, smiling when he laughed. "But other than that I'm fine. Don't you have work to do?"

Matthew pressed a kiss to her feverish forehead, frowning slightly at how hot her skin was. "I called in, took the day. Someone's gotta take care of our police surgeon."

"I wasn't aware a Superintendent's duties extended to playing nursemaid to a sick pathologist."

He grinned and pressed another kiss to her forehead, "They do when the particular pathologist is a cute one."

Alice laughed, her laughter dying in a coughing fit, but she stayed leaning against Matthew as he finished preparing their tea.

"I'm going to be a horrible patient, Matthew, but… thank you, for checking up on me and coming to look after me."

Pressing a mug into her hands, Matthew kissed her cheek, "You're welcome, sweetheart."

[luci-is-a-devil-]

Werewolf!Mingyu

Notes: Here you go Nonnie! I hope this is what you wanted~ I have a lot of fun writing fantasy aus, so I hope you guys like reading them also. Requests are open!!

•being a human when everyone else has some sort of magic, makes life very interesting

•since they aren’t enough humans to have a human school, you go to a normal high school

•your first day was spent basically hiding away in the shadows, or was until you ran into a vampire literally

•but he became your first friend, begrudgingly

•so that’s how you met Jihoon, a vampire who hated being in the sun, didn’t drink enough blood to fly or turn into a bat

•becoming friends with someone made you a little more confident so you walked in the hallway, like a normal person

•you made it to homeroom and apparently this high school was very different

•for staple classes such as math, science, history, and English, you’d stay in the classroom and one teacher would teach all the subjects

•for other classes you moved around, classes that had nothing to do with you but you still took

•

•throwing a paper ball at minghao, a fourth generation witch

•he glared at you before unraveling the crumpled paper

•in black marker you had written a request to eat lunch together, to which he nodded back to you

•smiling at him, you went back to writing how some old man died in the 1900 because he tried to fight a werewolf in a bar fight

•when the bell rang, teens flooded the halls, all trying to get to their next class or to eat lunch

•there was a no flying policy in the halls but you could see a few bats and other small flying animals zooming past

•shrugging at the rule breakers, you walked to the cafeteria

•you had to pack your own lunch, since it was a magic school and the food was quite inedible for you

•sitting down at a mostly empty table, you began to ate whatever you had brought

•Jihoon at some point had come to sit across from you, and was stealing food from you when you thought he wasn’t looking

•minghao came to the table, three boys in tow as he plopped himself down next to you

•”you could just ask me for some!”

•you were yelling at Jihoon, not actually upset

•”they taste better this way.”

•taking one more bite out of your food, you passed it to Jihoon who winked at you and began to eat, with a fork this time

•turning to minghao and the three males you had never even met before

•”hao, shouldn’t you introduce us?”

•you questioned the blonde teen, who sighed dramatically before pointing at each male

•”werewolf is Mingyu, shapeshifter is Jun, and the centaur is Seokmin, happy?”

•rolling your eyes at the Chinese teen, you waved at the three males

•”I’m y/n, a human, and this food thief is Jihoon, a vampire.”

•you returned the introduction, laughing when you saw Seokmin’s eyes grow wide when you said you were a human

•most people hadn’t met humans, as they live shorter than most others

•laughing as Seokmin’s wide eyes and open mouth, you shook your head

•Jun didn’t care and was trying to mess with minghao, and was very successful 

•Mingyu has sat near where Jihoon was but very far away

•his cheeks were tinted slightly, and he was staring at you his eyes wide, not like seokmin but just noticeably

•looking behind you, you tried to see who he was staring at

•but there wasn’t anyone who stuck out at you, so you turned around

•”I’m going to potions, bye guys.”

•you stood up, waving at the teens, only for minghao to look up at you

•”that’s mingyu’s class, can you take him there? I won’t have time to by the time I finish eating.”

•he glared at Jun, who winked back at him and smirked only for minghao to scoff at him

•”sure? Come on Mingyu.”

•laughing at Jun and Minghao’s antics, you waited for Mingyu to walk with you

��the tall male stood up from the table, and sped walked to where you were

•smiling at him, you waved at the table once more

•and the two of you were on your way

•it was quiet, the awkward kind of quiet

•”what’s it like being a werewolf?”

•asking about specifics like this usually helped pass time, also it was fun to see how people viewed being asked by a human

•”it’s fun! Once I’m of age, I’ll get to lead the pack in their first run. We have a whole festival before, so I get to miss school also!”

•you hadn’t noticed before, but Mingyu had a tail, one that was wagging as he talked

•”that’s cool! You turn into wolves when it’s the full moon, right?”

•you asked, happily learning about Mingyu

•”yeah! We can turn whenever we want but when it’s the full moon we all become wolves.”

•he nodded excitedly as he explained, his eyes shone brightly as he spoke of his pack

•”Mingyu? We’re at potions.”

•you giggled, stopping him before he could bump into the door

•”oops?”

•Mingyu grinned, running his hand they ugh his hair before opening up the door for you

•thanking him, you walked in the classroom

•not surprisingly, only a few teens were there

•sitting down in your seat, you pulled out your books

•when Mingyu walked into the room, he smiled at you, waving at you also

•laughing quietly, you waved back

•

•it had become a daily thing to walk with Mingyu to potions class, and to eat lunch with him

•somehow you had also got his number, and texted him throughout the day

•whether it be about homework or telling him some awful jokes

•Mingyu reacted like your joke were great and was just a good person to be around

•or was that the butterflies in your stomach that were speaking

•yes, around the time you got his number, you worked out that you had a slight crush on the werewolf

•but it was fine

•you were happy with how your relationship was already, you didn’t need it to change

•even if Jihoon kept urging you to tell Mingyu, you stood your ground against the vampire

•(really you just threatened his own crush on Joshua, a faerie, which made him flip you off)

•all was good, you ate lunch with Jihoon, minghao, Jun and Mingyu

•seokmin had sat at a table with three younger boys, but sometimes still came to eat with you guys

•after eating, Mingyu and you would walk to potions

•after school, Mingyu would join you at the park where you studied sometimes

•which is where you were now

•under a willow tree, Mingyu’s head in your lap as you played with his hair

•Mingyu was telling you about how he met minghao, which involves a lot more magic and pillows than you had expected

•running your fingers through his hair, you could hear him nuzzle into your touch, and whimper softly

•making you giggle

•”gyu! Look at the doggo!”

•pointing at a dog who was near the swings, you urged Mingyu to sit up

•”What about him?”

•”I’m gonna go see if they’ll let me pet him.”

•standing up, you walked to where the dog was

•asking the owner if you could let the hellhound, they nodded

•”they’re beautiful, what’s their name?”

•you asked the owner, who you noticed had his own set of horns

•”Soonshim! She’s only half hellhound so she’s smaller than others.”

•the demon smiled, his grin boxy

•”you’re so pretty soonshim!”

•getting up from where you had crouched, you thanked the owner for letting you pet her

•a brief conversation later, you walked back to the willow tree

•where Mingyu was pouting and glaring at soonshim

•”she was so soft, you should’ve come too gyu.”

•sitting back down, you rested your back against the willow tree

•a small growl came from Mingyu, who continued to glare at soonshim

•”Mingyu?”

•you questioned, touching his shoulder gently

•”I’ve gotta go.”

•Mingyu growled, grabbing his backpack, and he ran off

•leaving you sitting there by yourself, wondering what the hell was that

•

•when you went to school the next day, Mingyu wasn’t there

•your walk to potions was too quiet, and there was no one to warn about bumping into things

•or to laugh at your jokes

•so after school, you walked to Mingyu’s house, after getting the address from minghao who didn’t even ask why you needed it

•Mingyu’s house was near a forest, which wasn’t too surprising

•his house had a white fence and it was blue, the grass was cut nicely

•walking up to the front door, you knocked at the door

•someone barked at the door before it opened, a kind lady looking at you

•”hello, I’m y/n. I’m looking for Mingyu, is he here?”

•you asked, smiling at the baby she was carrying 

•”yes! That boy hasn’t been out of his room except to eat lunch. Come in, please.”

•entering the house, you noticed a bunch of chew toys on the floor

•”sorry, Minseok is teething.”

•the woman smiled, her face reminded you of Mingyu’s when he smiled

•”His door is the last one one on the left.”

•thanking her, you walked to the door

•knocking on it, you waited for an answer

•”come in.”

•opening the door, you were surprised to find the room pretty clean

•”Y/N?”

•Mingyu questioned, sitting up in his bed

•”hey gyu.”

•you waved, still standing by the door awkwardly

•”What are you doing here?”

•Mingyu asked, his brown hair was a mess, defying gravity as if it was simple

•”I came to see why you weren’t in school, and ask about the park.”

•you approached where he was sitting and sat down next to him on the bed

•a sigh came from Mingyu, his cheeks were flushed a pink

•”I didn’t wanna go.”

•you could feel his eyes burning holes into the floor

•”and the park?”

•”iwathjealois.”

•looking at him confused, you asked him to repeat what he said

•”I was jealous, I didn’t like that you left me to go pet her.”

•his cheeks were a bright pink that rivaled the brightest shade of of pink paint

•”you were jealous of a dog?”

•you asked, just to make sure

•”yeah? It’s dumb, I know. But I just really like you, and I don’t want you to leave me and I like it when you pet my hair or when you walk with me to potions or when we just hang out at the park or when we are ju-“

•cutting him off, you pressed your lips to his forehead

•”I like you too, gyu.”

•pulling your lips away from his forehead, you were sure your own cheeks were pink

•”really?”

•Mingyu whispered, his eyes wet with unshed tears

•”you’re my favorite pup, gyu. You’ll always be my favorite.”

•you hand rested under his chin, making him look at you 

•Mingyu preened under the praise, a smile on his lips as you began to run your fingers through his hair

•”you’re my favorite human.”

•laughing at Mingyu, you shook your head as the two of you giggled

•pressing your lips to his own, you cut off both of your giggles

•when you went to pull away, it was Mingyu who kissed you this time

•smiling into the kiss, you had your hands on the back of his neck

•

•when the two of you went to school the next day, minghao just winked at the two of you

•Jihoon smirked at the two of you as he stole more of your lunch, and Jun congratulated the two of you before he bothered Mingyu some more

•hearing Mingyu’s laugh when minghao punched jun was nice, but the kiss that you had after was perfect

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Hi! Would you write teenage Keith getting injured and Shiro taking care of him while he's in pain? Thank you so much! Keep up with the great writing!

Hello! Thank you to you and every fan of this AU who remains patient. As some of you may have seen my earlier post, I am in my last semester of college and will be doing my senior thesis this semester. Which means an extremely busy semester. Despite this, I love this AU and will continue to answer prompts and write but it may take time to publish asks! Thanks for all your patience and this was fun to write. I wrote Shiro but I also added in the whole big family too because Keith is so loved. Thank you so much nonny and I hope you enjoy!

x.V.x

              Shiro had once thought he was prepared for anything. Back when he was first joining the military, fresh out of high school, Shiro was prepared for anything. He would laugh at people who found life full of surprises, as he and his brother felt like they were prepared. After all, Shiro was a member of a special operations unit where it was his duty to be prepared for the unexpected. Kuro was a well-known captain who was just as prepared as Shiro.

              Shiro learned he was quite unprepared the day he was held prisoner and the months to follow. He learned the hard way when he had mourned his brother’s death for over two years, before being shocked when his brother was found alive.

              Then came the biggest surprise of Shiro’s life.

              Keith.

              Raising Keith was full of unexpected surprises. From sicknesses such as cancer to radical haircuts, and ruining $200 worth of makeup, Keith was full of surprises. It took Shiro a while to adjust to this unexpected life and yet, every time Shiro felt he was prepared for anything to happen, something new always threw him for a loop.

              “I don’t understand how this happened.” Shiro rubbed his forehead tiredly. The poor doctor in front of him, sighed in agreement, while the professor next to him shifted on their feet anxiously.

              “Well, your son, unfortunately, lost focus during our sparing sessions in class which resulted in his opponent gaining the upper hand.” The gym professor replied quietly. Shiro breathed deeply through his nose, finally opening his eyes to look at the professor. Really?

              “I get that,” Shiro said tightly, trying to keep calm and level-headed. “What I don’t understand is how a ninth grade gym class left my son with three broken ribs and a bruised back.”

              “Well, sparring can get a bit rough,” The teacher tugged at his collar.

              “I know that. I was in the military once,” Shiro deadpanned. “My point is if properly supervised a freshman gym sparring session never should have gotten to the point where my son would receive broken ribs for any reason.” The professor swallowed nervously.

              “It takes a great deal of impact to break that many ribs.” The doctor finally intervened with a sigh. “I can understand the bruising and maybe a fractured rib, but to have three broken ribs would mean that Keith was being overpowered for a long time without proper supervision. I would expect an instructor such as yourself would have intervened if you saw this level of defeat occurring, correct?”

              “Y-Yes ma’am.” The professor nodded quickly when Keith’s doctor glared at him.

              The doctor glared at the professor for a few seconds longer before turning to Shiro. “He’s fine to be released whenever you want. He’ll be on the morphine for a few more hours. You should start some pain medication after dinner tonight and administer them when he becomes uncomfortable with the pain.”

              “Will he be okay?” Shiro nervously chewed on his lip. He would rather not let the professor see how worried he was, but he couldn’t help it. Keith was his son, and Keith’s health came before anything else. Even Shiro’s own health.

              “He should be fine. It’ll take a few weeks before his ribs fully heal. During that time I expect no high level of physical activity. For the first week or two, he should remain resting as often as he can. The bruises should fade in about a month. They’ll look worse before they go away.”

              “Yeah, I remember bruises.” Shiro shuddered.

              “As for you,” Keith’s doctor whirled on the professor, whose back straightened like a board. “Keith will not be allowed to participate in gym class any further. I will have a written document for the school, but I expect that he is allowed to pass this class, despite not being able to participate. It would be a shame should word get out of negligence towards a student.”

              “Yes, ma’am. He can study or do other work during class!” The professor said quickly. Shiro couldn’t help but grin at the doctor, watching with slight amusement at the way the professor was squirming under the fierce glare of the doctor.

              After a while, the professor was excused and the doctor left Shiro to attend Keith while she checked on other patients. Shiro sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He paused outside of Keith’s room, hearing quiet voices just beyond the door. Shiro never would get over at how surprised he constantly was with Keith. Not that any of this was Keith’s fault. Still, Shiro didn’t know how many more heart attacks his poor, frail, young body could take. He wasn’t even that old.

              Opening the door, Shiro smiled softly upon seeing Keith propped up by pillows and surrounded by his friends and family.

              “Dude, do you want Hunk and I to kick their butts? Because we could totally kick their butts.” Lance was demanding. Keith looked mostly unimpressed by Lance’s claim, but only Shiro could see the quirk of Keith’s lips which meant he was very happy.

              “You couldn’t kick anyone’s butt if you tried, Lance.” Keith huffed painfully.

              Lance gasped dramatically, opening his mouth to argue, only for Pidge to interrupt.

              “You’re right Keith, as always.” They pushed their glasses up the bridge of their nose.  “But Hunk totally could. He wouldn’t even need any help.”

              “That sounds like an excellent plan,” Kuro interjected playfully. He wrapped an arm around a nervous Hunk and beamed at Keith. “I could even help Hunk here out. Just give me the name of this punk and his address and we can chat. Why I even bet that your uncles would love to help.”

              Kolivan, Ulaz, and Antok all nodded without a moment’s hesitation. Shiro bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud because he knew that all of them were completely serious. They would destroy this punk. Keith’s lips twitched and his shoulders jerked for a split second.

              “Dude,” Lance breathed happily, eyes sparkling as he grasped Keith’s hand in his. “If those guys all got involved, it would be just like those awesome villainous spy movies. Although they’d need super cool and tight outfits with aviators to look badass. Pidge could you rig an explosion in the background after they finish with the guy?”

              Pidge rubbed their chin thoughtfully. “Oh yes. We could plant in the enemy’s house.”

              “That would be awesome.” Kuro high-fived both Lance and Pidge. Shiro almost groaned. He was going to have to talk to his brother again about what was acceptable to plan with young, impressionable teenagers.

              “Yes. Only after making sure no innocent animals were in the house,” Antok added quietly. Pidge nodded.

              “Of course, you’re right. We can’t let any poor puppies or kittens get in the crossfire.”

              “Or hamsters,” Ulaz added.

              “Or tortoises and fish,” Kolivan added. Everyone stared at him and the gruff man simply shrugged. “I have three tortoises growing up. They can be quite cuddly.”

              Finally, Shiro laughed, turning everyone’s attention to him. “Alright, as much as I enjoy this grand theft auto moment –”

              “Shiro, no one said anything about stealing cars,” Kuro stated firmly.

              “There will be no destruction of houses with explosions in the background, nor will there be any manhunting. I’ve got everything taken care of. Right now, Keith needs to go home and rest.” Shiro continued with a disappointed glare towards his brother. Kuro pouted alongside Lance, looking much younger than he actually was.

              Keith immediately perked up at the noise, wincing for a moment. Instantly, Shiro felt his gut twist and how he wished to take Keith’s pain away.

              “I can leave?” He asked.

              “Yeah, as long as you listen to the rules the doctor has set up for you,” Shiro warned before smiling softly. Upon reaching Keith’s bed, he took a moment to observe Keith, wincing at the stark white bandages under Keith’s shirt. Gently, he ran his fingers through Keith’s hair, and Keith leaned back into the touch.

              “What kind of rules?” Keith asked quietly.

              “Non-negotiable rules,” Shiro chuckled when Keith sighed dramatically. “You’re not to do any physical activity for a month if you want everything to heal properly. You’re also exempted from gym class, but you’ll still pass it. And for the next week or two, it’s mandatory bed rest.”

              “What?! Dad, do you know how boring that will be?” Keith groaned. Shiro shook his head and grinned.

              “No way, besides you’ll always have your very own source of entertainment,” Shiro replied, causing Keith to frown in confusion.

              “What do you mean?”

              “Why you have an abundance of friends, uncles, and family who would love to entertain you and serve your needs every single day of your recovery.” Shiro beamed, this time at everyone else in the room. There was something menacing and chilling about his smile, though. Something that sent chills down everyone’s spine and compelled them to do whatever it was that Shiro wished. If only to be rid of that terrifying smile.

              “Right!” Kuro said quickly and smiled. “It’ll be great in no time.”

x.V.x

              Apparently, entertaining Keith was much harder than anyone thought. Who knew someone could get bored in the middle of a conversation?

              Everyone had taken turns keeping Keith entertained and often alternated who was supposed to be watching Keith and when. After a few days, a rigorous schedule was kept keeping everyone’s sanity, and to make sure everyone was pulling their weight.

              In Keith’s defense, he was never demanding or pushy, however, there were only so many times he could listen to his Kuro’s one hand puns or hear Kolivan’s detailed explanation on why an eraser was a better weapon than a paperclip.

              Though Keith was loathed to admit it out loud, he appreciated all that his friend’s and family were doing for him. He enjoyed each and every one of their company and knew that life would be ten times worse without any of them.

              Lance came over alone on Monday. Apparently, he was respecting Keith’s wishes to have a “bonding day” (yes Keith he used quotations). The two spent the day screaming at each other over several video games because one of them would die at the worst moment. Or Keith kept friendly firing at Lance because Lance was a selfish jerk who ate his last twizzler. However, when Shiro came to check on them and suggest something else to do, Keith and Lance both stared at Shiro as if he had lost his head. This was fun.

              Tuesday, Hunk, and Pidge came over together. They brought their entire box of robots from the robotics club and held the meeting at the Shirogane house. Together, the three of them built a robot that kept spilling the milk on the floor and another robot that kept swinging poor Red’s leash around. She had been excited about a walk but immediately left when the robots became weird.

              Wednesday was Antok’s day and he was surprisingly alone as Kolivan and Ulaz both had to work. Antok had brought over a couple of birds that hung out at the zoo, much to Keith’s inner delight. For hours the two-spent time teaching the bird how to say the most ludicrous things. Such as imitating Keith’s voice to tell Shiro he wanted to live with mermaids and change his name to Estaban. Antok also taught a parrot how to speak Arabic in front of Keith and Shiro.

      ��       Ulaz and Kolivan both came over on Thursday with monopoly and board games. Needless to say by the end of the night, a table was flipped, popcorn was spilled and bonds were severed. Keith was victoriously grinning with his hotels spread across the floor, while Ulaz cursed him in his native language about the youthful greed that ate his soul. Kolivan was content with his $45 and small railroad. Shiro was trying hard to not call bankruptcy after his son had charged him for landing on Park Ave with three hotels. Monopoly was forbidden in the Shirogane house after that.

              Thace and his wife came over on Fridays to cook meals and keep Keith company while Shiro worked long hours at the rescue center. He was babied by his grandmother and coddled by his grandfather, both of whom refused to let Keith lift a finger. By the time that Shiro had returned home, Keith was swaddled in two more blankets and being fed clam chowder with a movie playing. Of course, Shiro took several pictures.

              Saturdays were Kuro’s day to come and “free” Keith from his misery. He often kidnapped Keith and drove him around, with pillows all over his car and around Keith, to get food. The two usually wound up back at Kuro’s apartment, as Kuro told embarrassing (and not-so-embarrassing) childhood stories of Shiro. More often than not, Kuro would get lost in an admirable story of his brother and Keith didn’t have the heart to interrupt him. Not that he wanted to. He loved his uncle’s story and he loved hearing about his father.

              Sundays were days that everyone got together at the Shirogane house for breakfast and lunch. Afterwards, only once everyone left would Shiro and Keith be alone for the first time all week. It was nice being surrounded by such a big and loving family, but Keith and Shiro both treasured the moments they had where it was just the two of them.

              “It’s time for your pills. Here,” Shiro said softly, handing Keith a water bottle and his pills. Keith smiled gratefully at his dad and took them without complaint. Shiro could see the hidden pain in Keith’s eyes and he knew that Keith had been trying not to vocalize his discomfort. He was stubborn just like Shiro was and it was the biggest flaw that Shiro wished Keith hadn’t gotten from him.

              “How are you feeling?” Shiro asked softly, sitting down at Keith’s feet. Keith downed his pills and shrugged.

              “Fine.”

              “Keith.” Shiro looked pointedly at Keith, causing him to blush lightly.

              “Alright, my ribs are really sore,” He admitted. “But they don’t hurt as much as they did when I first hurt them. I swear. Plus, the bruising is finally starting to fade.”

              “I saw,” Shiro chuckled. “They’re not a hideous yellow anymore.”

              “Thank god.” Keith groaned. “I’m ready to get out of the house again.”

              “Uncle Kuro literally picks you up off the couch and out of my house,” Shiro stated.

              “And for that, I am still sane,” Keith snickered when Shiro pouted. “You know I get antsy.”

              “I know, I know. You’re stubborn just like your grandfather.” Shiro said playfully. He ducked when Keith swatted at him.

              “You mean, stubborn just like you?” Keith asked with one eyebrow up.

              “Ah,” Shiro rubbed the back of his neck. He refrained from saying anything else when Keith leaned himself against him. Keith’s head was draped over Shiro’s shoulder with his injured ribs tucked against Shiro’s side. Keith curled against Shiro softly and sighed.

              “But, I don’t mind quiet nights like this with you,” Keith said softly. “You always take care of me. Thanks, dad.”

              “Of course, I’ll always take care of you, kiddo.” Shiro smiled, rubbed his prosthetic hand in Keith’s hair. “That’s what I do.”  

              “Thanks. You always know how to make me feel better.” Keith said, closing his eyes.

              “Because you always make me better,” Shiro answered without hesitation. Keith immediately groaned to himself.

              “Dad, that is way too cheesy.”

              “Not as cheesy at my homemade mac n’ cheese!”

              “…We are not having that a third night in a row.”

              “Come on Keith! You know you love it!”

              “I don’t have your weird obsession for cheesy noodles.”

              “Keeeeith.”

              “Daaaaad.”

[as-inevitable-as-morning]

Fixing Holes

Anon asked: “I just need a super fluffy Bellarke modern AU. Like super fluffy. So sweet my teeth rot. Idk like Clarke's dog runs away in the park and she's chasing it and Bellamy catches it and dating happens?”

Hello there, nonnie! First off, I just want to say I’m sorry that this took so long. College has been really, really crazy, and I overestimated the amount of free time I’d have by a lot. Writers block didn’t make things much better, but I pushed through and ended up with this. Thanks for the prompt! :)

Raven Reyes was the biggest liar on the planet and Clarke Griffin was the worst dog sitter there ever was.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Raven had told her, “Duke’s the sweetest puppy—he shouldn’t be any trouble at all.”

Yeah, right. Try telling that to her now when her shoes were half-eaten and the floor of Raven’s apartment was covered with muddy pawprints—at least she hoped that was mud—and pee stains. Duke was a sweetheart, he really was, but at twelve weeks old he hadn’t quite figured out what humans deemed socially acceptable.

Clarke opened the backdoor and sat the small creature on the grass, telling him to “go potty” before heading back inside and opening Raven’s cleaning cupboard. Sure enough, the carpet cleaner and antibacterial spray were right in front, just to the left of a note that read:

“Thanks so much for dog sitting, Clarke! Much love, Raven”

She let out a sigh, promising herself that she would deal with her so-called best friend after Raven returned from her business trip the following week. She walked to the living room and got down on her hands and knees, spraying and wiping each dirty spot until there was no evidence of Duke’s accidents. Meanwhile, the tiny German Shepard barked happily outside, probably chasing butterflies or rolling around in the dirt (she silently prayed it was the former).

When she finished, she raised both arms above her head and stretched from side to side, letting out a yawn. She walked back to the kitchen and put the cleaning supplies away before stepping out on the back patio. “Duke!” she called, pursing her lips together and whistling.

Silence. Clarke cursed under her breath and scanned the yard for signs of life. Nothing. “DUKE!” she yelled again, a little louder this time.

Silence. Another expletive muttered quiet enough that no innocent ears would be able to hear.

She’d lost a great many things before—pencils, socks, her wallet—but had yet to misplace a living creature. She groaned and began to pace around the yard, looking behind every plant and tree to make sure that Duke wasn’t just hiding from her. He wasn’t.

“You had one job, Griffin,” she scolded herself, reaching up her hands so that she could massage her temples. “Raven’s going to kill me when she gets back.”

She rounded the backyard, trying to figure out how the puppy had escaped until she came across a hole that had been chewed in the fence. It was relatively unnoticeable and small, but it was undoubtedly big enough for Duke to fit through.

“Why you little-“

“Excuse me,” said a low voice from the other side of the fence, “I think you might be looking for this.”

She looked up and saw the cutest things that she had ever seen. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair and a smile that rivaled the likes of the sun with its brightness. His cheeks and nose were doused with countless freckles, and his brown eyes were cheery and kind. Duke was nestled against his chest and panting slightly, his muzzle turned upward so it almost seemed like he was smiling.

Clarke jumped and extended her arms to take the small creature from him. “Oh, thank God! Duke!” she exclaimed, cradling him in her arms.

She pet him for a few moments before looking up at the stranger. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” the man replied with a smile and a shrug. “He came into our yard a couple minutes ago and dropped a few dog bombs. No harm done, though. Makes for good fertilizer.”

She laughed and a moment of easy silence passed between them before she finally introduced herself. “I’m Clarke,” she said.

“I figured,” he beamed. “Raven talks about you quite a bit. I’m Bellamy, and this is Octavia.”

He motioned to his left side and pointed downward to where a small figure clung to his leg. She was young, no older than seven or eight if Clarke had to guess, with bright blue eyes and dark hair that was separated into pig tails. Clarke waved and Octavia returned the action with a happy smile.

“You dog sitting for a few days?” Bellamy asked.

“Sure am.”

“You seem pretty good at it,” he smirked, watching as the dog tried to weasel his way out of her arms.

Clarke brushed him off and placed a kiss on Duke’s forehead, resulting in a sloppy lick to her face. “Please,” she scoffed, “I’m the best.”

“I’m sure.”

The air grew silent between the three of them, but Clarke didn’t want to let go of the conversation just yet. And something about the way Bellamy and Octavia hung around told her that they didn’t want to leave just yet either.

“Hey, would the two of you like to come inside for some ice cream?” Clarke asked. “Raven said that she left some in her fridge in case I wanted any.”

Octavia clapped her hands together and looked at her brother with pleading eyes. He patted her head and smiled. “I don’t see why not.”

“So… were you already outside?” Clarke asked, holding the door open for her two guests to walk through. She plopped Duke on the couch before turning back to them. “I hope you didn’t have to run outside just to catch him.”

“No worries,” he replied, brushing her off and smiling down at the little girl. “Octavia wanted to take a break from homework and play for a little while.”

“Such a good…” she hesitated. He certainly didn’t seem old enough to be a father but she didn’t want to judge so quickly. Maybe he just had good genes. Really, really good genes.

“Brother,” the little girl cut in, and then, with a giant grin, “And he’s the best, actually.”

Clarke looked down at her briefly before meeting his eyes. “Seems like it,” she said with a smile that was just as unsubtle as his.

They reached the kitchen and Clarke opened the freezer door, smiling as she read Raven’s second message.

“You’re welcome. Much love, Raven”

Clarke pulled the note off and threw it in the garbage before taking the ice cream out of the freezer. “Looks like there’s only cookie dough left,” she commented, looking towards Octavia, “is that okay?”

The little girl clapped her hands in delight and jumped, her pigtails bouncing right along with her. “Are you kidding?!” she exclaimed, “That’s my favorite kind!”

The three spent the next few hours talking, laughing, and eating more ice cream than was probably considered healthy. She found out that Octavia was seven years old and loved English class almost as much as she loved dogs. Bellamy told her that he worked at the local elementary school and taught fifth grade. His favorite ice cream was rocky road, but cookie dough would do if it wasn’t an option. She chuckled at that.

They also told her about their parents. Their father was out of the picture, probably locked up in federal prison, and their mother had passed away a little over two years ago. Bellamy became the legal guardian of Octavia and renovated his office into her purple, Disney-themed bedroom. She loved princesses and told Clarke that she looked exactly like Rapunzel, which was apparently ironic because Bellamy reminded her a lot of Eugene.

They closed the night around eight o’clock, when Bellamy insisted that they needed to get back so Octavia could finish homework. Clarke relented after a few moments of protest and led them to the front door. Octavia reached up and gave her a giant hug, bidding her “good night.”

Bellamy thanked her for the ice cream and slipped a piece of paper in her hand when he shook it. “In case Duke escapes again,” he said. It was his phone number. She waited all of ten minutes before she decided to call him, and the two decided to meet for dinner—it wasn’t officially a date, alright?—the following Friday.

She realized that her best friend wasn’t just saying “you’re welcome” about the ice cream when she walked into the garage later that night, finding a packet of nails, a hammer, and a piece of plywood. On the other end of the table was another note.

“Ask Bellamy to help fix holes”

Raven knew about the hole in the fence, just like she knew about the hole in Clarke’s heart.