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yourslytherinprincess · 2 years

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:Soul: - Draco Malfoy x F!Reader

A/N: Requested as well. Hufflepuff reader.

Summery: Soulmate AU.

Prompts: ‘When I talk to you, you look at me.’ / ‘You don’t understand. I can’t be that person.’

Word Count: 4586

The year Draco Malfoy started his fourth year at Hogwarts something strange happened to him. He had been on the train, on his way to school, when his wrist started to itch. Pulling back his sleeve just enough to look at it, he noticed a black mark starting to appear. He rubbed at it, but it wouldn't go away. Apparently, he had woken Pansy who, much to his annoyance, had decided to take a nap on his shoulder.

"What are you doing Draco?" She asked him, trying to look down at his wrist.

"Nothing." He pulled his sleeve back down, forgetting about it. For the moment.

A few hours had gone by and what had started out as a little black mark had become thick black lines in the form of a number, 731. "What the bloody hell is this?" He'd asked himself, but he didn't want to ask anyone. Maybe he should have asked, but he didn't want anyone to think that something was wrong with him. Maybe if he would have asked, at some point he would have found that there was a girl, a quiet girl, a pretty girl, just across the school who had the same black lines, the same itch as the numbers changed, and she would understand him almost better that he could ever understand himself.

On the fifth of June the following year, the day Draco Malfoy had turned 15, another strange thing had started to happen to him. He had already gotten used to the strange number on his wrist that changed every day, today it had read 454, and gotten used to the itch as it did so. "I must just be imagining things, or maybe I'm just sick." He thought.

There was no reason that he should be suddenly ready to burst with happiness, but the feeling had washed over him, or rather tried to burst out of him. The even stranger part was that it had only lasted for a minute and then it was gone, just as suddenly as it had appeared. The first time he had been attacked by these strange feelings, that he was sure weren't his, it had caught him off guard. But as his fifth year of school progressed, he had gotten used to them. It wasn't always a burst of happiness, sometimes it was excitement, other times he just felt really lonely, and very rarely he felt a sort of sadness. His favorite, he decided was the even rarer warmth that would overtake his entire being. It was nice, and it had always seemed to happen when he was feeling at his worst.

It had been her 13th birthday, the first day of September, and Y/N was on her way to start her third year of school when the black lines appeared on her wrist, 731. She was intrigued. She kept them all to herself, until the next morning, when she slipped out of the Hufflepuff common room, trying to get to the hospital wing before breakfast started.

Madame Pomfry, after inspecting the mark, the number had gone down one since the day before, told her that she would be fine. "What is it?" Y/N asked curiously. That is where she learned that on very rare, special occasions a witch or wizard would get these very same marks, a number that counted down on its own. At the end of the count down, when the number reached zero, that very witch or wizard -in this case, her- would meet a person that would greatly impact their life. She watched everyday as the number grew smaller and smaller, waiting for the day that she would turn 15.

The next year on the fifth of June, when the dark lines read 454, Y/N had started to get flashes of strange emotions. The one she felt the most was what seemed to be boredom and more than she liked she would get a burst of a dark anger. Her favorite was when she could feel a genuine happiness, which she had only felt twice. She knew it had to be him, whoever he was, because it wasn't the same as the sunny feeling she would get when it was her own happiness.

Towards the end of her fourth year and into the summer these feelings had changed, too much for her liking. The feelings turned bitter, scared, cold. She had to find him; she would find him. Her 15th birthday was around the corner, the day she had been waiting for, for two years.

She had expected to see a zero when she woke up that morning and checked the inky number tattooed on her wrist, but it was still the same "1" that had been there when she had fallen asleep the night before. "Curious..." She thought, but got up anyway, and got ready to head to the Hogwarts express.

The number on Draco's wrist read "1" still, he shrugged it off, maybe the damn thing had finally stopped. The feeling of excitement, however, took over his body for a moment, making him smile. Draco had grown accustomed to the feelings and would have been sad to see them go. But there was a knock on his bedroom door and his smile fell. There were much more important things that required his attention, school and his task were waiting for him.

His mother had accompanied him to the platform, she held his face between her cold pale hands, whispering to him that everything would be alright. She fixed his hair before letting him go. He boarded the train, adjusting his blacked-out suit, never less ready to arrive at school.

On the way to his compartment, too focused on the sudden warmth that had filled his stomach, washing out his own coldness, he knocked into someone. The first thing he noticed was the book that had fallen to the ground, he reached for it, meeting a warm hand in his own.

Y/N was too busy trying to shake off his dread to pay attention to where she was going. She was suddenly pulled from her thoughts when she collided with something solid, the book she had barely been clutching in her hand slipping to the floor. Automatically she reached for it, startled when a cold hand covered her own. She could swear that the blush burning up her face had come all the way from her toes. She let go of her book and they both stood up at once. He was wearing a black suit she noticed, as she drug her eyes up his body to meet his. Her vison was filled with a cool grey, she felt shivers under her skin, except for her wrist where she hid the lonely "1". The ink that normally itched when it changed was burning.

She had let go of the book, letting him pick it up. They both stood and he took her in, she was dressed casually in black canvas shoes, fitted jeans, and a jumper, her long hair in loose waves around her shoulders and down her back and her eyes... Nearly the very second their eyes met a searing pain lit up his wrist and butterflies filled his stomach. He reached for his wrist, pressing his hand over it, hoping it would stop.

Realizing that he was still holding the book in his hand, he pushed it towards her. The girl was a year below him and in Hufflepuff. He didn't know her name. They had never met, never even been this close in the halls, but he had seen her around. "Watch where you're going next time, alright." He said before continuing past her. He hadn't intended to sound so nice, but he was too distracted to put on his usual front.

Y/N watched him grab at his wrist. The same spot, the same wrist her ink was burning through her skin. "No." She thought. "This has to be a mistake; it couldn't be him. Not Draco." She had never met him, but she knew of him, hell, everyone did. He was a Slytherin, and he was probably the rudest person in the entire school. Over the summer his father had been sent to Azkaban, he worked for You-Know-Who... he was a Death Eater. There was no way that this blonde boy in front of her was the person she was supposed to meet.

He handed her the book and spoke to her, but she was too lost in thought to notice what he had said. Y/N shoved herself into the nearest empty compartment, looking for her friends long lost in her mind, and pulled up the sleeve that covered her wrist. The single number that had been there, was now gone and in its place was the letters DCCXXXI. She almost felt like she couldn't breathe.

Blaise had disappeared, Draco hadn't exactly paid attention to what he had said if he was being honest, and Pansy was the only other person in the compartment, talking about something or another, but he wasn't paying much attention to that either. He had been thinking about how his wrist had been burning, wondering what had happened. He couldn't resist, he had to look at it. He had half expected the black lines to be completely gone, but instead on his wrist laid the letters DCCXXXI. "What in the bloody hell?" he murmured under his breath.

"What was that Draco? Are you alright?" Pansy asked, trying to look over at what he was doing.

Yanking his sleeve back down he stood, rather quickly, and went to walk through the door. "I need air." He announced, to keep the dark-haired girl who was always following him around, where she was sitting.

Draco had no idea where he was going, he just let his feet guide him, as his mind was too busy wandering itself, to pay much attention to anything else.

It had been weeks since the day on the train, the day Y/N found out about Draco. She had decided not to tell him. He hadn't reached out to her either, so she figured that he either didn't know, or didn't want anything to do with her. But each day she would find herself thinking about him, or worried rather, when her body was taken over by his anxiety, guilt, or sadness. Every day she fought the urge to seek him out, it was bad enough already that she would run into him, usually without realizing it until it was almost too late. Her body had literally been drawn to him and it was getting harder and harder to resist.

It was almost as if he had seen the girl from the train everywhere. He had come to think about her often, which he thought was odd, considering he had never taken any sort of interest in her before. So little, in fact, that before the train he had barely remembered she existed. And now when he so much as thought about her, or thought about not thinking about her, it was as if she would appear before him. It had been so strange.

Y/N had just gotten back into her dorm room, slightly exhausted from spending the day at Hogsmeade. Rumors were spreading hot and fast that something awful had happened to Katie Bell, one of the older Gryffindor girls, and once again she was filled to the brim with Draco's guilt.

Today it had been worse than she ever felt it before. So much worry and pain, and he felt terrified. The mash of feelings going through him, and now her, had been a whirl wind of awful, and Y/N could feel the corners of her eyes pucker releasing hot tears down her face. Without realizing it, she had gotten up and started walking, out of the dorms, out of the Hufflepuff common room, and far past the kitchen. She didn't seem to know where she was going or why, but she knew one thing. She was headed towards Draco.

All the way on the 7th floor, she stopped in front of a large stone wall. The Room of Requirement. She had been in on the DA the previous year, and this was where they had gone for meetings and practice. Slowly, a door had started to form, letting her into a version of the room she had never seen before.

Y/N walked and walked until she saw him, sitting on the floor, his head resting on his arms, that had been resting on his bent-up knees.

Draco looked up when he heard the footsteps but dared not to move. He almost didn't care what happened to him, because if he couldn't complete his task he would only die anyway. Most likely, the worst that would happen would be him receiving a few nights of detention. But he was startled when he heard the soft voice embracing his ears. "What's wrong?" He knew who it was before he had even looked up at her.

"Why don't you just mind your own business?" He asked bitterly. For some reason that he couldn't put his finger on, he wasn't all that surprised that she had found him.

"You don't have to act like that with me, you know. I'm just trying to help." She folded her arms across her chest, taking only a step at a time in his direction. He eyed her carefully, but he couldn't deny that with every step she had taken towards him, he felt the slightest bit better.

"How did you even get in here?" One step closer, and then another.

"If I'm completely honest, I was looking for you." She said very quietly, almost hesitant. "I knew you were upset, and my feet just sort of carried me here..." The same way that his feet would carry him towards her if he wasn't paying attention.

"You don't know anything." Draco spit at her. He didn't want to be mean to the girl standing before him, he didn't want anything other than to just sit with her.

His anger didn't seem to bother her, as she went on to say, "Unfortunately for you, I think I know a lot more about parts of you than you'd like me to." He was worried for a moment that she might know his terrible secret but thought better of it. No one knew. He knew that Potter suspected, but honestly no one would listen to that idiot. Draco wasn't really sure what to do, so he just looked up at her. Y/N. He had made a point to learn her name, but he had still avoided her the best he could.

Y/N cleared her throat, pulling him back. He didn't know that he could get lost in thoughts of her with her standing right there.

"Well, if you're not going to snap at me, I'd like to sit. Do you mind?" She was twiddling her fingers, still looking down at him.

Y/N sat down, "I don't know if I can help much to make you feel better, considering all of the guilt and terror you've been feeling probably not, but at least you've stopped crying. That has to count for something." She wasn't looking at him, just sitting a couple of feet from him, tugging at the sleeve of her cardigan.

"What are you talking about?" Draco demanded, looking almost insulted.

She sighed, shaking her head. The stupid git wasn't listening to what she was saying. She had hoped that he would just believe her, think that maybe she was an empath of sorts, Y/N hadn't really wanted to tell him about their connection, she was sort of dreading it even. "I told you," She looked straight into his cool grey eyes, "I already told you. I know more than you'd like me to. I can feel it, that's how I found you. I can feel what you feel, I can feel how awfully torn up you are over what you did to Katie-"

"I didn't do anything to that stupid girl." He cut her off, defending himself. "I told her not to touch the necklace, I told her not to touch it." She imagined he hadn't meant to tell her that.

"Okay, but you still feel guilty over it. It's bad, I could feel it really strongly all the way in my dorm." She scooted closer to him. "Let me see."

Draco listened, he wanted her to be lying, but how else could she have known about that Bell girl, about what he had done. And then on top of everything else, he could feel dread seep into his chest. Y/N was reaching for him, he let her until she grabbed that wrist, and he jerked his arm from her grasp. "What the bloody hell are you doing? Do not touch me!"

"Just let me see it, Draco." She grabbed him roughly and yanked up his sleeve enough to expose his wrist, and the letters that stained his skin with black in. They hadn't changed since that day on the train.

"It's just a tattoo..." He tried to lie, but he felt like she knew he was lying.

"I know what it is, just hold on." Y/N pulled up the sleeve of her cardigan and set her wrist next to his. Both read the same thing. "Do you know what this is?"

"I told you, stupid girl. It's a tattoo." She grabbed his face, making him look directly at her.

"Call it what you want, but either way, I still know what it is. DCCXXXI is the roman numeral for 731, as in the number that appeared on your wrist September 1st, two years ago. Save your questions, let me explain." She released him and sat back.

'Shit.' she scolded herself. She wasn't usually so bold, but she had felt it necessary, even down to grabbing Draco by the face, which she was sure that no other person in the school would have dared. "On my 13th birthday the number 731 appeared on my wrist, and it's been ticking down every day. When my wrist read 454-"

"June 5th." The blonde boy cut her off. "That's the day that number appeared. That was my 15th birthday. I started getting these really strange feelings, that weren't mine. I remember feeling like I was attacked with happiness."

"Yes, that was me. Those were my feelings. That's how I knew where to find you, that's how I knew about Katie. You feel some of my emotions, and I feel yours. We're connected, we have been. The number counted down until the day that we met, the first time we ever locked eyes. That day on the train when we ran into each other. I always knew about you, and I knew on that day that I would find you, I just didn't know that it was you. At least until that moment and you grabbed your wrist where mine was burning. I don't know if you believe in soulmates, but I think that you're supposed to be mine."

He wanted to laugh, wanted her to be wrong, she could feel it deep in her chest, but he knew that she wasn't lying. Still... he didn't want to believe her.

"That's not possible. I mean, it's happening but... It's not... I can't."

"I'm not sitting her professing my love for you, you tosser. I'm just saying that we're connected." She sighed.

Draco stood up, almost too fast. "You don't understand, I can't be that person." And he was gone, leaving her behind.

It had been a few days since the room of requirement, Y/N was sitting in the library, trying to get some studying done, but focused mostly on Draco. He'd been feeling off lately, mostly confused, and possibly lost but everything was a complete mess, and she couldn't tell right from left. She had tried pushing him out, but when she couldn't feel him, she only felt empty.

She didn't hear the footsteps or notice that he was hovering above her until he pulled out a chair to sit next to her. Her head shot up, locking eyes with his, shivers running down her spine.

"Well, that was new." He noted, a small smile playing at the corner of his full lips. "Did I do that to you?"

Y/N huffed, turning back to her book. She wasn't about to let him make a fool out of her.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood. We didn't exactly part on the best of terms." She could feel that he was being honest, but unlike normal, it was intense, as if he was pushing it at her.

"It's fine, just stop shoving your feelings at me. And by the way, that was your fault, you stormed off and left me on my own." She glanced at him.

She couldn't quite describe the looks she saw dancing on his face. "I know, it was just a lot. I've been thinking about it, and it actually makes a lot of sense. And on top of that you've been on my mind the last few days. You've felt sort of empty, it took a lot to fight off trying to get to you. I finally gave in; I sort of just felt like I had to see you." Her heart fluttered at his words. It was strange, she had never been attracted to him before, but everything had changed. She couldn't help but laugh.

And then she felt a swarm of butterflies in the pits of her stomach. "I felt that." She laughed again, and Draco looked at her sheepishly.

"What can I say, I really enjoy hearing you laugh."

Over Christmas break and the next few weeks, Y/N and Draco had spent more time together, spending the weekends walking around the grounds, she would cheer him on at Quidditch, and they would sit in the library together, quietly doing their homework. To the rest of the school, they had become best friends, but to them, they just belonged together. Whether it was exchanging flirty banter or just sitting next to each other amongst the mass of junk in the Room of Requirement, they just felt better when they were near each other.

But now, as Draco was watching her, her hand spilling neat text onto her parchment, his chest burned for her. He had come to enjoy every second he had spent with her, but in such a short time she had become so much more than he had ever intended... considering what he had to do. It was something he had yet to tell her, when she could feel how he felt when he thought about his task, she had never asked why he felt that way. She just grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently, just to let him know that she was there for him. That she understood. Somehow without his consent, he had seemed to fallen for her, all because of some stupid number, all because she could understand him.

Pushing out his chair, he stole the book from her and closed it. "Let's go upstairs."

"I suppose I could use a break." Her smiled betrayed her, as it usually had for him.

They were laying on the floor, on some discarded blankets they had found. For the first time in a while, she could feel Draco's nervousness.

"You know you can tell me anything, Dray. I won't judge you; I don't think I even could, to be honest." He had grabbed for her hand, something she had gotten used to.

They would flirt, and hold hands, spent every second they could together, but they never talked about where this whole thing was headed. So many times, she had thought about what could happen if they were to be more than what they were, but she knew that it scared him, and it was enough to keep her from asking.

A burst of courage ran through her veins and the next second, Draco had pulled her on top of him. "I have no idea what I'm doing." He admitted. "All I know it that every day that we spend together is never a day that's been wasted. I know that I always feel better when I'm with you, and that I can't imagine spending a day without you. You're not like anyone I've ever met, when I talk to you, you look at me. You're perfect."

Blush was hot across both his face and hers. No one had ever spoken to her like that, and she knew that no one else ever would. She was so full of his emotions and hers that she couldn't stop herself from pressing her mouth onto his.

Draco felt like something had released inside of him, like a part of his darkness had cracked and fell open and was replaced with a golden glow. Y/N's lips were hot on his, and it was the only thing he could think about. He wanted nothing more than this. But a part of his brain had made him pull away.

"Merlin… If I knew that you kissed like that, I might have tried it sooner." She smiled at him. He laughed; he just couldn't help himself. And she stared at him, like she had never seen light before, and he was the sun.

"I'm in love with you." He almost hadn't realized that he said it. But he sure as hell meant it. "I'm in love with you, Y/N. And I'm putting you in danger just by letting you be near me." They both sat up, she crawled into his lap, but he kept talking. He broke down and told her everything. About his dad, and You-Know-Who, and his task. He was sure that but the time that he was through, she would have nothing to do with him.

Draco had been crying, and on top of all of the scaredness, sadness, and guilt, she felt her heart breaking for him. Y/N draped herself around him, holding him close to herself. "I'm so sorry, Dray. I'm so sorry that you're going through all of this. I wish I could just take you away from it all." She pulled back to look in his eyes, she could tell that he hadn't expected her to be this way with him.

"You're not going to leave me?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

Grasping his wet, pale face between her hands, she brought her lips to his over and over and over. "I could never leave you. I will always be by your side. This isn't your fault; you're doing what you have to, to protect your family. I know that you don't want to do this, I can feel it running through me the same way it runs through you. I could never leave you. I think I would drop dead on the floor if I ever tried."

He squeezed around her waist, holding her as he sobbed into her robes. He had never been so mixed up in his life, but he loved her, and she was here with him, holding him.

"I told you, I understand you better than anyone. I love you Draco Malfoy." She whispered to him as she stroked his hair. No matter what was supposed to happen, they would be together. She would always be there for him, and she understood exactly how he was the person that she was supposed to meet.

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writercole · 3 years

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Spooktober Day 27

Square: Zombie AU @anyfandomgoesbingo Words: 731 Imagine...meeting the Winchesters during a Zombie Apocalypse

It was an unfortunate situation. The car had broken down in the middle of the small town, zombies now surrounding it, pounding on the windows, trying to break through the glass. She was panicked. It’s not like in the post-apocalypse that there was cell service.

She had to make a choice. It was either sit in her car and wait until the zombies broke in and used her for a snack, taking a bite wherever they could reach, or grab her machete, climb out the sunroof, and hack away, hopefully before that storm rolled across the plains.

She chose the attempted escape, deciding that doing something was always better than doing nothing. At least doing something there was a chance, no matter how slim, that she could get away.

Her fighting skills were up to par and she was able to slice her way to the yard of one of the nearby homes and barricade herself inside. Thunder rumbled overhead, the skies darkening as the clouds rolled in. She hurried to find wood for the fireplace, lucking out when she opened a door down the hallway.

She lit a fire just as the raindrops started hitting the roof, falling heavier and faster with each passing minute. Walking to the kitchen, she started rifling through the cabinets, finding them well stocked full of non-perishable goods. She grabbed a can of beef stew and brought it to the fireplace, setting it up on a makeshift rack to heat.

As she browsed the rest of the rooms, she found a note clipped to a tie that was hanging in the bathroom. It was an apology to someone named Anna, full of remorse for infidelity and longing for the days before. It ended when the writer said they were going to go out and find her, find Anna. She scoffed at that before tossing the scrap of paper in the garbage.

Grabbing some pillows and blankets off of the bed, she shook the dust and debris from them before piling them on the wooden floor in front of the fireplace. She grabbed her stew carefully and ate her first good meal in several days. She grabbed one of the books from the shelves and started to read, one of the books she’d always meant to get but never read.

She didn’t make it many pages before her eyes got heavy. She set the book aside and settled in for the night, waiting for the storm to pass.

She had dreams of being underwater, an arm pulling her up to a chest with an interesting tattoo, a pentagram surrounded by fire. She woke with a start, to the sound of a door banging closed. She rolled near the sofa for cover, grabbing her machete for protection.

She saw a tall man leaning against the door, his shirt ripped across his chest, giving a glimpse of a tattoo - a pentagram surrounded by fire. Like the one from her dream.

He faced the sofa, eyes cold, and stepped towards it. Her grip on the handle tightened as his footsteps thudded across the floor. He raised his weapon and aimed right between her eyes.

“I’m John,” he said brusquely.

She replied with her name, standing up with her machete hanging by her side. “Bitten?”

“No. You?”

“No. Alone?” she questioned.

“Two sons watching for my signal.”

“Well, let them in. It’s wet as hell out there,” she demanded, turning her back to the man and throwing more logs on the fire.

She heard the door open and a sharp whistle over the falling rain. Two more sets of boots crossed the threshold into the room, clothing rustled and whispers carried.

“Kitchen is well stocked. Closets, too. Doesn’t look like this place has been touched,” she informed them.

“Dean, hit the kitchen. Sam, check for towels and more bedding. I’m gonna have a chat with our friend here,” John ordered. No words were spoken but feet retreated from the room and cabinets started opening and closing.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, John,” she cooed as she spun around. “I’m alone, found this place by accident, no one coming and I don’t plan on leaving willingly.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m in a bargaining mood.” John smiled mischievously, his eyes darkening. Whatever he had to bargain for was not going to be in her best interest.

#cole writes #a.f.g.b #zombie apocalypse #zombie au #john winchester

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musicalmagic · 4 years

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Quarantine Days [3]

Summary: Coronavirus has arrived to the BTS members and yourself. Grappling with boredom and the reality that, yeah, you really all were stuck in the same place for a while. Ensure that the shenanigans of your days with BTS are recounted here, and please do remember, stay in contact with those you love.

A/N: Back with a short chapter, thank you for waiting regardless! Love you :)

* Pairing: BTS (OT7) x reader (Idol Au)

* Word Count: 731

* Genre: Angst, Fluff

* Warnings: Coronavirus

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Jimin and Seokjin were still pissed at each other even after well into the afternoon. Once, Jimin was reaching for a glass to fill it up for water before heading into the living room, but he was slightly shorter than his arm would let him reach. Some issues about his height didn’t bother Jimin, although on occasion when it interferes with drinking, he gets angry.

“Jin-hyung!” With the call of Seokjin, the taller, broader man rushes into the kitchen but sours when he spots Jimin on the tips of his toes for a glass. Seokjin crosses his arms.

“I’m not getting that for you,” he began with a huff. Petty.

Jimin grumbles and instead started to climb the benchtop. Alarmed, Seokjin worryingly tried to couch him down, “Jimin, Jimin! Don’t do that! Hey! Climb down from there!” He mumbled under his breath, “You’re going to give me grey hairs before I’m thirty,” before yelling, “Fine I’ll get the glass but please get down before you hurt yourself.”

Jimin happily hopped off the benchtop like he won at a video game, silently watching his victory as Seokjin easily got a glass from the high shelf and handed it to him to fill with water.

The older man was pouting in annoyance, but still, it was better than a screaming match.

The two dispersed into their separate directions, Jimin going to the living room, and Seokjin headed back towards his room.

The jenga tower fell. And all eight of you shouted differently in united displeasure at the thought of either losing or winning; depending on who lost the last couple games, also meant cleaning the damn thing up. Jungkook and his competitive nature was loving it when you had suggested a marathon of jenga matches, and the penalty of cleaning up and doing the dishes for an entire week. So, everyone had gotten wrapped up in the matches. Seokjin had managed to snag two, Yoongi four, Hoseok and Namjoon were tied with one, Taehyung with eight, Jimin with six, Jungkook had somehow gotten nine, and you were with three. With thirty-four games all of you were tired, some bordering on exhaustion.

“Why did we do this?” Taehyung asked from the floor, his limbs out like a starfish.

Jimin simply responded, “Boredom.”

Seokjin and Namjoon shared a look of irritation.

Everyone was bored out of their minds.

And no one could figure out what to do with themselves.

All at once, the entire group sighed, and Hoseok and Namjoon rolled their eyes jokingly as Jungkook playfully mentioned the penalty and got to work cleaning up the game for the final time.

“Well one thing’s for sure, I got hell of a lot of ideas for songs,” Hoseok remarked, the clicking of the jenga pieces in tow.

Yoongi chimed in with a hum of agreement.

“Rock-paper-scissors for the studio, boys?” You suggested.

Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook had all jumped on the chance. Hoseok and Namjoon especially at the mention of the chance to win back their luck.

In the end though, Yoongi had managed to pull through on a tight tie a couple times and hurried off.

“That’s the happiest I’ve seen him today,” Namjoon muttered, crossing his arms.

Silence had filtered through the group.

Until Jimin chuckled. Then one by one everyone was laughing, including Yoongi, who’s shy laughter drifted through the open door before becoming muffled.

Seokjin and Jimin were sitting on the couch, still bitter but not as much.

Jimin had softly said, “I’m sorry,” while Seokjin simultaneously whispered the same.

The two shared a look and had a good chuckle.

“We’re being a little petty over this, aren’t we?”

“I suppose, but you did throw your phone and sit on me hyung.”

Seokjin shook his head in disappointment, “I know; it was wrong of me to do that.”

It was quite a while before any of the two spoke again, they were enjoying the pleasantness of the quiet. But it was broken pretty easily by the chatter of Taehyung and Jungkook as one of them had succeeded in winning at smash bros. Their happiness filtering through the open door like butter spread nicely on toast.

“Okay, I’m going to play a game. You coming?”

Seokjin waved away the idea, “I’m alright. Go,” he responded with a smile.

Disagreements between people take time to heal. But it’s always possible.

Previous chapter?

Next chapter?

#bts x reader #bts and reader #quarantinedays #jimin and seokjin focus #reader is a musician #idol au #bts stories #bts

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trekkiehood · 4 years

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Fanfic Masterlist

(Updated 6/19/24)

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in-my-world · 4 years

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Vamp! Chan AU

↳ Gothic!Vampire!Chan

↳ [The boy before you shifts on his throne of midnight, blond hair made brighter by the dark ensemble he wears. His head tilts, coming to rest on his hand as he observes you with a detached sort of curiosity. Maybe he can read minds, or maybe your question is clear already – but he waits another beat before speaking.

“Greetings. I am the Night King.”]

Genre: Vamp!Chan AU

Warning: none?

Word Count: 731

A/N: Inspired by visualhyunjins (not longer on their blog) the above blurb

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You never thought you would be here, shivering, kneeling before a court of the undead; before a boy who was blindingly beautiful.

When they first approached you, you for sure believed you were dreaming.

You were taking a shortcut home from a halloween party and decided it wasn’t your scene before anyone you knew spotted you. The costume did little to fight the cold and let the biting cold bleed through your skin. You were positive, your nose and cheeks were tinted pink from the niping autumn air. Making a split decision to cut through the grassy yard of a boarded up building seemed smart to get home faster, knowing that it would cut your time home in half. The moonlight guided you straight toward the shadowed area. You didn’t see them until they had already caught you and were holding you so tightly you knew they would leave bruises.

Your knees were beginning to scream in discomfort from kneeling for such a long time. You look up as the boy before you shifts on his throne of midnight, blond hair made brighter by the dark ensemble he wears. His head tilts, coming to rest on his hand as he observes you with a detached sort of curiosity. Maybe he can read minds, or maybe your question is clear already – but he waits another beat before speaking.

“Greetings. I am the Night King,” he says.

His voice is like a simple melody you wouldn’t mind hearing for the rest of your life. You stare in wonder, he and his court are heartless killers; given the word and one of them would snap your neck. You wonder what is keeping him from bleeding you dry.

“You can stand,” he states, his face showing a hint of emotion.

You worried your legs may give out but stood regardless not wanting to make him angry. Your teeth chattered and your hands shook, unsure of whether it is from fear or cold. Probably both given the situation you are in.

“Felix, get the human a blanket,” the Night King orders.

Within the same minute a blanket is draping over your shoulders. You dare to look around, spotting a couple of faces you have seen in passing on the street.

“You-your that g-gang,” you start to speak, startling the boy on the throne.

“Yes, um, are you warming up,” he asks, he sits up straight again.

You are warming up but your legs want to buckle. You’re not sure if it’s from fear or the fact you have been on them all night.

The boy on the throne clears his throat, “we are the sks. I am the leader Chan”

His way of speaking lulls you to relax, a deep breath leaves your lungs. It doesn’t last long when another person appears beside Chan almost as if by magic.

We all watch in silence as he whispers something to Chan. A shiver runs down your body as he turns towards you and his eyes glint in a terrifying way.

After what feels like hours you are taken to a room, it’s walls are chipping plaster and the ceiling tiles are few and far between. Regardless of the archaic look of the room it is furnished with modern style. The bed is large and a wardrobe is against one wall covering a boarded up window. A floor lamp lights up the room with a yellow hue.

“You sleep here,” Felix, who gave me the blanket, says.

A much younger boy comes in with a tray and sets it on a coffee table beside the twin sitting chairs.

“Chan told me to bring you something to eat,” he smiles, his cheeks showing dimples.

He looks so young, come to think of it they all look young.

A couple days pass, you would get visits from Felix, and Jeongin the youngest of the sks. Chan only came on the day you were allowed to leave.

“Are you excited to leave,” he asks, his voice didn’t hint at his emotions and his face was turned away from you.

He sat in one of the twin chairs across from you as you sat on the plush bed. You don’t answer until he looks at you, his face was void of emotion but his eyes dance with curiosity and worry.

You observe him before answering, “I was until I saw you.”

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ktheist · 5 years

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✏ universe: college!au ✏ pairings: reader x taehyung ✏ 1 731 words

The sky was bright the night Taehyung took you to the cliff a few miles off town. Sat in the back of his jeep drinking cheap soju and absolutely hating the taste, he looked freer than he did at school. A little less scowl and hell lot of dumb jokes. On normal occasions, when you’re not buzzed, you would have opted for sitting a few inches away - not directly across from him where he trapped you between his legs. His legs reached all the way across the compartment - heck, he couldn’t straightened them like you did so it was your legs under his bent knees. The position was a little awkward and closer than you were used to.

“Cheers to getting the fuck outta this town.” He held the bottle up and you clinked it with yours even though you didn’t really agree.

“Why do you hate this town so much?”

His eyes were clouded - hazed but in that moment, it felt like it was more piercing than his usual, unperturbed gaze. All of a sudden, you wanted to run back to the comforts of your room but you’d also wanted to smack your lips on his and taste how sweet they were from the soju.

“I don’t know... it’s the people I guess, the way they look at me... as if they know I was trouble and they just let me do whatever because I don’t have much in life anyway...” His slender fingers ruffled through his hair.

You wondered if it was as fluffy as it looked. At first, you were reaching to touch it, but then grabbed your hand and the next minute, you were lip-locked, hands where they shouldn’t be and cold air when he tossed your shirt somewhere in the corner.

The next morning, you woke up sore from sleeping upright, having moved from the back to the jeep to the backseats because it was too cold. At least, his body kept you warm throughout the night.

Your parents didn’t take it too nicely when you slipped through the kitchen door and saw your mom standing there as though they heard his jeep on the driveway. In no time, you were grounded the whole summer and shipped to college as soon as a letter came in the mail.

Thinking that was the last time that you would see Taehyung, you were actually glad to start the new semester. Something about the town didn’t feel right anymore - not when your parents were watching you like a hawk, waiting, anticipating to catch you sneaking out in the middle of the night as though one night with Taehyung flushed everything they knew about their own daughter down the drain.

But then, a month later, you bumped into a friendly face and a friendlier smile when you were out with your friends at Hongdae. Without a second thought, you ditched your friend - or rather, told them he was a friend you hadn’t seen in a while and wanted to catch up with.

Taehyung smiled a little more, laughed a little louder and dressed in colors - his choice of outfit was always greyscaled back then.

“It’s a small town, news spread fast especially when you’re your father’s daughter. Everyone knows you’re in Hanyang.” He explained when you noted that he didn’t look surprised to see you.

“Sorry I didn’t text you after... you know. My parents took away my phone and I was stuck with Running Man on the TV and -” You were probably blushing when you looked down or Taehyung being Taehyung, he probably read you like a book when he kissed you in the middle of the street with your melting ice cream and a busker playing in the background.

You walked the streets of Hongdae with your hands in his pocket and him occasionally cracking those dumb jokes he would that night. Then, he accompanied you back to the dorm and left but not without another kiss.

It was on your second encounter that Taehyung brought you to his dorm. Paintings lined the wall on his side of the bed. None of them was his but he was learning how to paint in his free time.

“I didn’t know you liked art.”

He had kissed you when you turned around to tell him that and he kissed you again before he responded, “I didn’t either.”

The evening was filled with cuddles and kisses and stories in between. He switched from engineering to business to engineering again in a span of one month. Now, he added art class as his minor and enjoyed it more than his “hoodoo voodoo engineering shits”.

You were sprawled in his bed until his roommate strutted in - a third year music major who took a glance at you and sat at his table and put his headphones on.

“Well, I’m hungry, are you?”

He took you to an all-you-can-have foodtruck spot near his dorm where you’d learned that he loved corndogs and may or may not be addicted to it.

“You had this for dinner three days in a row?” You didn’t mean to sound like you were judging but you were, in a matter of fact, judging hard.

He pecked the corner of your half-agape lips because you both knew it meant there’s really no helping it and you’d made a pack that neither of your were going to talk the other out of this borderline unhealthy obsession. Corndog or not.

A whooping three months or so passed and a lot changed but you had the whole semester to catch up and the rest of the semesters to be the change in each other’s lives.

That is, until one of your classmates from high school saw you and Taehyung at the airport, holding hands, laughing before you jumped into your parents’ car and he hopped into his when you came back after the second year of finals.

“It wasn’t really a secret,” you shrugged but avoided your parents eyes.

“But you weren’t going to tell us any time soon either.”

“I wonder why,” this time, they didn’t get to ground you but breakfast and lunch was suffocating - you could cut the tension with a knife.

So you skipped dinner, the next day’s breakfast and had lunch with Taehyung at a diner you used to go with your friends after school. The townspeople had stolen a few glances, either because your laughter went a pitch higher than usual or because it was the sheriff's daughter with the boy he detained for a few minuscule crimes before.

Either way, neither of you were going to let anyone say anything about what you had. Not anymore - not even your parents.

The next coming holidays, you spent them at home or Taehyung’s interchangeably. Your dad didn’t like your boyfriend but your mom knocked on your door the night you brought Taehyung home to meet her and your dad and she hugged you because she absolutely adored him; it was your dad that unduly influenced her into thinking he was bad for you.

You were in your third and final year when he told you he wanted to spend his lifetime. The bed was a mess and you were a hotter mess so you didn’t think much about it - though it did have you picturing a house by the sea, a dog, a cat and Taehyung having a room to himself where it faced the ocean, an easel in the middle and his paintings propped up along the wall.

The next morning, Taehyung brought you to your favorite ice cream parlor where he got on his knees and wiped some of your stubborn tears away after you’d whispered a yes into your cupped hands.

It was perfect; ice cream cake with your favorite chocolate mint flavor, a painting of you he pulled out of nowhere - his first, human art - and he his unskilled strumming of the guitar as he serenaded. Until a black car swerved right into the front of the shop when Taehyung was stepping out, his eyes were on you and he was joking about meeting your dad again and telling the news.

All of a sudden, it wasn’t so perfect - it was a nightmare.

Alarms and sprinklers going off, a blurred face asking you if you were okay but all you could think about was -

“Taehyung... where’s Taehyung? My boyfriend - he - he was just here!”

It was all a blur, the ambulance took its achingly long time, the injury on your leg barely there except the fact that you kept falling every time you tried to stand up. He was wearing an oxygen mask when he was rolled into the ambulance and they assured you that he was in the best care, that you could join him once he was stabilized and now - now you needed treatment of your own.

They were wrong.

And now, here you are, standing over the grave of the man who showed you how to love, to appreciate the little things in life, to drink with your heart and not your taste buds - you still hate soju but it’s been your constant companion since the last few weeks.

Taehyung lived his life hating the way people thought of him and what they thought he would be but he didn’t let that stop him from finding himself, from loving the things he loved - from loving you. And you’d only been a fraction of his life yet it felt like he was yours from the beginning; from the moment you saw offered to share your lunch with him in kindergarten to the moment you were paired up with him in chemistry and to the point where you ditched your friends at graduation party for a ride with him in his jeep.

Just when you thought you wouldn’t see him, he just popped into your life and just as you thought he would be a permanent piece to your forever, he left. It wasn’t the way he left though; it was the way he lived and Kim Taehyung lived his life the way he wanted to.

Holding up the bottle of soju, you turn it up side down over the cup by the cursive letters embedded in the tomb stone.

Cheers.

To life.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x y/n #bts fanfic #networkbangtan #bts x reader #bts x y/n #taehyung scenarios #bts scenarios #college au #taehyung imagines #bts imagines #kim taehyung #taehyung bts #bts writings #taehyung fanfics

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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 years

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Hi! I'm looking for some friends-to-lovers Season 3/4 fix-its. Any recs?

Hi Lovely! I’ve made several posts similar to this in the past, so I’ll link you to those, and on this one are updates to the posts!

S3/TAB/S4 [FIX IT] FICS (MARCH 2019)

See also:

Friends to Lovers [FULL POST] || [MOBILE POST]

Reunion Fics and Other Post TRF Fics

The Empty Hearse-Related Fics

TSo3-Related Fics

Post John’s Wedding Fics

Gay Bar Scene

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 2

S4 Rewrites

TLD Fix Its (Community Recs)

John Apologizes for Hurting Sherlock

John Apologizes for Punching Sherlock

(Mini Masterpost and Fic Rec)

PRE-S3/TEH

Those Days by StillWaters1 (T, 2,663 w. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD / Sensory Attacks, Caring Sherlock) – If Sherlock had danger nights, then these were John’s danger days.

Holmes is where the heart is by Rose de Sharon (T, 49K+w. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Post-TRF, Reunion Fic, Bromance, Empty House Inspired, Adventure) – Three years after the Reichenbach Fall. On the anniversary of Sherlock’s death, John pays a visit at 221 B Baker Street… and he gets the shock of his life.

Scars by SilentAuror (E, 60,493 w. || Rape / Non-Con / Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Dub Con Elements, Homophobia, Angst With Happy Ending, Mary is Not Nice) – S3 rewrite, showing Mary’s manipulation of John as he realizes his love for Sherlock. Mary is not having it.

TSO3 FICS

Fitting by thegingerbatch (G, 380w. || Angst, Hard Pining) – John and his best man get fitted for their tuxedos.

This Kiss by suitesamba (T, 731 w. || Humour, Drunkenness, Angst, Stag Night) – Stag Night - back at 221B - in a world where Mrs. Hudson doesn’t interrupt the guessing game with the client. Part 1 of The “This” Series

Like Euphoria and Scotch by FinAmour (M, 1,856 w. || TSo3 Fix It, Five and Ones, Drinking, Pining, Second Person POV Sherlock, Armchair Sex, Cracky and Fluff, Sherlock’s Imagination, Happy Ending) – 5 different ways it all could have gone + the one way it actually works itself out.

If He Knows by shamelessmash (M, 4,513 w. || TSo3 Fic, Pining Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Angst, Sherlock POV, Texting, Internal Monologue, Blanket Forts) – I imagine mornings: John handing me a cup of tea, hair sticking out at odd angles. How he would bend down to kiss me, smiling fondly as he pulls away. The way his skin crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the way his skin looks in the morning light. The soft sigh as he sits in his chair with the morning paper, the way his toes curl in the carpet, the way he rolls his shoulders before sinking deeper into his seat. I watch him, how he is when he is content, as it should be. As he deserves. Happy. With me.

HLV FICS

Quite Contrary by Hollyesque (T, 1,805 w. || HLV Fic, Sherlock Whump / After Mary Shot Sherlock, Hallucinations / Flashbacks / PTSD, Hospitalization, Hurt/Comfort, Lestrade POV, ) – A short one-shot, alternate scene to Greg’s hospital visit in HLV. Instead of Sherlock disappearing, Greg is faced with an unexpected reaction to a hospitalized Sherlock and winds up figuring out something that he really would have rather not known.

BBCSH ‘Poor Mary’ by tigersilver (M, 1,839 w.|| HLV Fic, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Missing Scene, Sherlock POV) – As the tin says above, this is a missing scene, set directly after Sherlock awakens in hospital after having been shot by his best mate’s wife. Minor angst, some pining, nothing nasty; please don’t be alarmed unduly.

Crisis Averted by Spartangal22 (T, 2,188 w. || HLV Fic, Missing Scene After Confronting Mary, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Family / Friendship, Hospitalization, Sherlock POV, Holmes Brothers) – Lying in the hospital, Sherlock receives some surprising visitors, and manages to deal with two problems he’s been having lately. A missing scene from HLV about a formal introduction that was never made and a visit that was never shown.

POST-S3

Pillow Talk by 221b_hound (E, 2,925 w. || Post-HLV, Est. Rel., Preening Sherlock, Limpet Sherlock, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sex on Furniture, Scent Kink, Masturbation, Fluff, Soft Sherlock) – John gets home late from work and Sherlock is nowhere to be seen. John walks through the flat, distracted by memories of all the excellent sex they’ve been having, and finally finds Sherlock asleep in the upstairs room - apparently having fallen asleep mid-wank while inhaling the scent of John’s pillow. Well, you should always finish what you start, John thinks… Part 3 of Lock and Key

Pillow Talk by scullyseviltwin (M, 5,183 w. || Post-S3, Angsty Fluff, PIllow Talk, Bed Sharing, Worried John, First Time Morning After, Soft Sherlock, Sexuality Discussion, Love Confessions, Kisses and Cuddles) – John has been looking at Sherlock for ages, it feels like.

Welcome Home, John by slashscribe (G, 5,504 w. || Post-S3, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Stabbed Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Panic Attack (Sherlock), Self Esteem Issues, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When John moves back to 221B, he thinks he’s the broken one, but after a while, it becomes clear that he might not be correct.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (E, 8,966 w. || Post-S3 / S3 Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angelo’s, Fluff, First Time, Anal, Cum Play, Flashbacks to ASiB, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bottomlock, Cuddles, Multiple Orgasms, BJ’s, Bed Sharing) – John finds it three months after he’s moved back. He’s on the hunt for something to make for dinner, is scrounging through the cupboards, when he happens upon the graveyard of pasta boxes Sherlock still seems to create when left to his own devices. Behind seven boxes of pasta, all almost completely empty, is a dark-glassed bottle, with a paler coat of dust.It’s unopened. John’s face falls slack when he sees it, instantly recognises it, and for a long moment he just stands and looks at it.

Inked in Memory by 221b_hound (E, 9,716 w. || Post-HLV, Tattoos, First Kiss / Time, Anal, Cuddling, Scars, Captain John, Kissing, Switchlock) – John has been back at Baker Street for a year, following the debacle that ended in Mary’s death. Things are good. Back almost to what they used to be. Sherlock might wish they were something else, now, but he only has himself to blame, he thinks. It’s too late, now, for the things he first denied before he’d ruined any chances he might have had. Sherlock also thinks that people who get tattoos are idiots. But perhaps he’s about to learn a thing or two, not least of which might be it’s not as late as he thinks it is. Part 1 of Lock and Key

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w. || Post S3, Alternating POV, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Abduction, Awkward Situations / Miscommunications, Porn With Feels, Blowjobs, Pining, Unrequited, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock gets abducted. As John discovers him tied up naked in an empty storage facility and comes to rescue him, Sherlock’s body has an unfortunate reaction which triggers a series of events. John is convinced that everything will be fine as long as they never discuss it. Sherlock isn’t as sure…

The Unfinished Letters by SilentAuror (E, 37,391 w. || Post S3 / S3 / HLV Fix it, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Infidelity, Depression, Case Fic, POV Third Person Sherlock, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock, Letters) – A fire at Baker Street leads John to read something he was never intended to see: a notebook of half-written, unfinished letters Sherlock wrote during his time away…

TAB/POST-TAB

The Two of Us Against the World by slashscribe (T, 1,617 w. || Post-TAB, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Anxious Sherlock, Angsty Fluff) – John is there to take care of Sherlock as he comes down from his overdose in The Abominable Bride. Set immediately after the tarmac, back in 221B.

Loudly Unspoken by Mount_Seleya (M, 1,871 w. || Post-TAB, Love Confessions, Vulnerable Sherlock, Frottage) – John confronts Sherlock about the words he left unsaid on the tarmac. Set immediately after TAB.

Stay by sussexbound (M, 2,067 w. || Post TAB, Suicidal Ideation Mention, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Kissing, Love Confessions, Frottage, Coming in Pants) – “Why? Why did you do it? Hmm…?” He takes a deep breath, waits, lets it out again. “Look at me.” There’s no denying him when he takes this tone. “Why did you kill him? Hmm…? For her? After…” A muscle twitches in the corner of John’s eye, and he clamps his jaw down tightly, swallows and sniffs a little before continuing. “For her? After everything she’s done?” “For you.” Before he can even stop himself. Just like that.

Journal of Truths by Goddess_of_the_Night (T, 2,317 w. || Post-HLV / TAB, Pining, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Love Letters, Declarations of Love) – When John escorts Sherlock back to Baker Street from the tarmac, he discovers a journal that Sherlock has kept secret…that he has kept secrets in.

Green Carnation by glenien (T, 2,616 w. || Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Meta-Fic, Angst and Fluff, Communication, Post-TAB) – John takes Sherlock home. Part 1 of It’s No Longer Eighteen Ninety-Five

The Trial of Sherlock Holmes by jenna221b (G, 3,015 across 3 works || TAB!lock, Metafic / TJLC, Victorian AU / 1895, Christmas, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Oscar Wilde) – Scripts based on speculation that Sherlock will be put on trial in The Abominable Bride to parallel the Oscar Wilde Trials of 1895.

I Love You (Is All That You Can’t Say) by theSeventhStranger (T, 3,147 w. || Post-TAB, Post-Tarmac Scene, Fix-It, Dev. Rel., Retrospective, Angst and Fluff) – “Sherlock. On the tarmac. I got the feeling that you were going to, um. To say something else.”

five times sherlock holmes lied to john watson (and one time he finally told the truth) by miss_frankenstein (G, 5,948 w. || TAB Compliant || Homophobia, Pining Sherlock, Oscar Wilde Trials, Happy Ending) – Set in “The Abominable Bride” universe, this piece adopts a familiar format to chronicle Sherlock’s quiet suffering in the wake of the 1895 Oscar Wilde trials and the particular way they affect his relationship with (and feelings for) John.

Drawstring by May_Shepard (E, 7,412 w. || Friends to Lovers, UST/RST, Fluff and Smut, Post-TAB, John POV) – John is bothered by Sherlock’s slowly-falling jim-jams… as in hot and bothered and he is trying to deal with a sexy dishevelled Sherlock while also keeping his pining in check.

Never Been This Swept Away by estalita11 (T, 8,531 w. || Post-TAB, Mary is Not Nice, Drug Use, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Set immediately after TAB, Sherlock visits his brother to definitely not apologize about earlier and ends up finally learning a few things that would have been nice knowing about months ago. Mycroft never wants to deal with lovestruck idiots ever again.

Out of the Darkness by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (M, 12,165 w+ (WIP) || Death, Overdose, Heavy Angst, Whump, Mary is Not Nice, Post S3/TAB Compliant) – John Watson has long assumed Sherlock Holmes is immune to sentiment, “doesn’t feel things that way.” Sherlock, however, would do anything for the person he loves most in the world, including putting himself in danger while keeping John in the dark in hopes of keeping him safe. Tired of being left behind, John is running a strategy of his own. Unfortunately things do not go as planned for either of them. And as John lays bleeding, Sherlock finally allows himself to say the things he’s always meant to… This is the story of love, forgiveness and finally making right all the wrongs in these two men’s lives.

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) – Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

POST-S4

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn’t. A history of the boys, in food.

Tree Topper by May_Shepard (E, 4,017 w. || Christmas Tree, Christmas Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Smut, First Time, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John are celebrating Christmas the best way they know how–alone together, with booze. They’ve almost finished decorating their tree, but John is determined to find the best way to top it.

21 - Draft Folder by distantstarlight (E, 5,604 w. || Post S4, Epistolary, References to PTSD, Depression, Healing, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Confessions, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is doing his best friend a favour by doing some routine maintenance on John’s laptop. While doing so he stumbles across a well-filled file folder. Part 21 of 31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017

Six Dates by avawtsn (E, 7,421 w. || 5+1, First Time / Kiss, Post S4-Compliant, POV John) – A rather accidental 5+1 written for the prompt “is this a date?” Hint: it is.

Another Auld Lang Syne by DiscordantWords (M, 30,234 w. || Post S4, Mutual Pining, Alternating POV, Introspection, Parentlock, Christmas, New Year’s, First Kiss, Past Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending, Drinking, Sherlock Whump) – There had been years of missed chances.

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. “You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie’s class and you won’t have to share a room with a stranger?” “Exactly.” Sherlock beamed at him. “Don’t worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us.”

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

In the Still of the Night by SilentAuror (E, 42,234 w. || S4 Fix It / Post-S4, Sherlock POV, Angst, Drama, Romance, Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Misunderstandings / Miscommunications, Case Fic, Travelling, Pining) – As locals on the Northeastern coast begin to report UFO sightings, life at Baker Street becomes significantly awkward as John brings up his desire for more than friendship and Sherlock refuses him. They embark on the investigation from the confines of the tiny cottage Mycroft has rented for them, attempting to navigate both the clues of the case as well as their own inability to communicate…

The Bells of King’s College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It’s only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths…

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #s3 fix it fics #s4 fix it fics #bleeding-onto-parchment

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