#sherlock was only trying to help ofc

[aunhinged]

Johnlock au

John opens his email to find that Sherlock has applied to 3 different jobs on his behalf:

Dolphin Trainer

Mime Artist

Professional Hugger

John storms into the room, waving his phone.

"You applied for these?"

Sherlock doesn’t even look up. "I thought you needed a career change. You’re welcome."

John's voice is a mix of disbelief and amusement. "A mime artist? Really?"

Sherlock smirks. "Think of it as a new... silent partnership."

[variousqueerthings]

so the thing is, back when i first watched s3 of elementary i was not a fan of joan coming to this moment of "oh maybe i should break up with my stable, attractive, nice, charming boyfriend" only for him to immediately die, because it felt like a cop-out -- that she'd almost come to some kind of moment in figuring herself out, but now she'd be regressing into "oh well, i can't have romantic relationships because it's dangerous, not because i don't want them," there will forever be a tinge of something in her relationship with andrew now, even though she was literally in the process of breaking up with him because it wasn't doing anything for her. a certain rose tint over what was actually happening, which was that she wasn't into the idea of the relationship, or indeed, any romantic relationship

however this time around i'm more into it, because this time i'm suuuuch a fan of the continuous push and pull of introspection and refusal to introspect that exist in both sherlock and joan -- getting the emotional truth out of either of them is like pulling fucking teeth!

the fact that the "aftermath episode" of her bf getting murdered in which joan is steadfastly refusing to Feel Her Feelings is the same episode as the sherlock-and-marcus excursion, in which marcus bell is telling sherlock over and over "call me marcus" and sherlock's grimace makes it clear that too much vulnerability feels like getting stabbed, something he's only allowed five times it seems:

two are with people who are locked up (jamie and abigail, although the latter has some serious extenuating circumstances)

one is dead (alistair, and even then i feel like alistair never knew how much he meant to sherlock)

one is on the run from the law atm (kitty, although i know she works that out)

and joan

(and arguably mycroft, but that's slightly different, they're siblings, being a sibling is smthinsmthin)

and even with them -- with the exception of joan and previously jamie -- he is oh so very careful about how much of himself he shows

it's such a fascinating double-up episode exploring their attitudes towards relationships (the fact that jamie makes a form of appearance and it's via writing a letter to joan!!!!) (also ofc sherlock calls him marcus by the end)

and now back to joan, who is ostensibly much more "adjusted" to living a conventional life, after all she's prepped for conventional since she was a kid! except she really isn't, is she? she's canonically trying to fulfill some assumed goal of normalcy (stated to be expected of her by her mother/upbringing), and she's fighting against it every step of the way. she doesn't do close friendships really (she tried, and she sucked at it until she started meeting people more like sherlock, and then it's a little closer to the way he does "friendships" that is, we create a wide network of people, but we don't have to know that much about each other beyond what we need to support one another), and she certainly doesn't do romance (or, she tries for a bit, but fails over and over) and the entire time she's insistently going "sherlock you need support to figure yourself out, you need some help to stay sober, if you want to talk..."

her whole Thing is that she's very polite and charming, so of course she's not like her standoffish abrasive partner, sherlock, she's the "Nomal One" who's so well-adjusted, except when this life forces her to make decisions beyond her control

and now going "well, i'm dangerous to get close to, so i may as well not try anymore" is another wonderful way to avoid thinking about what she wants. she doesn't have any choices you see, it's simply the way things have to be (oh noooo). anyway this interaction suddenly happens halfway through the episode:

joan: you know i pulled away from you last year because uh… i felt myself sucked into this world that you built. i wanted something normal. something that was mine. sherlock: there's nothing wrong with that. you have a right to your own space, physically and mentally joan: im not sure that i do. i don't think i can keep our work and my private life separate. it just doesn't seem possible. but you already know that, i mean it's part of the reason you life the way that you do sherlock: yes but my choices dont have to be your choices watson joan: it might be better if they were. andrew would have been better off

see, andrew would have been better off, that's what the problem was, suuuuuuure. girl you were in the middle of dumping him when he was murdered, stop avoiding the real issue here! you shouldn't not-be-dating because of The Work, you should be not dating because you... don't want to. you've got to admit that you like the world you were getting sucked into. do it!

(once she's made the change to wearing suits, we know she's started to sort herself out, it's coming, she'll get there)

end of the episode:

joan: i feel... ok. i feel clear about something: our work, what we do... it's not just a job now, it's who i am. i'm a detective, i'm ready to embrace that. i live in this world - your world - and i probably will for the rest of my life sherlock: it isn't my world. it's our world joan: i understand that now. i accept it, i know what it means sherlock: and what does it mean? joan: it means that... it's ridiculous for me to think that... i can have a normal life. i'm not gonna do that anymore.

joan i want to study you like a bug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(but also, youknow, if it's getting her there, then let her think it's the detective work enacting upon her life like an unstoppable force that she must stop fighting and accept the inevitability of. youknow. that's an aromantic way of looking at things too. can't do romance, oh so unfortunate, but The Work!!!!!!!!!)

[edwardallenpoe]

My first ever Sherlock & Co. Fic, it's ofc about Sherlock's DID. One of Sherlock's headmates fronts after being dormant for a number of years and meets John. Very fluffy, kind of angsty but more comfort less hurt. Mentions ofc of dormancy and allusions to past trauma, plus mentions of panic attacks.

I wrote this mostly inspired by some of my own dormant headmates coming out of dormancy, it's a weird and wonderful and relieving experience for us.

This fic is now on ao3 (link)

Fic under the cut (no editing, I wrote this in a flash, do not judge lol):

When he opened my eyes, he knew immediately some time has passed since the last time he did. 

He looked around the room, trying to discern and deduce where he was- definitely an apartment, so not a dorm or his parents place, somewhere he resides, mainly. He stood on wobbly feet, noticing the tightness of his trousers on his waist- they've gained weight, how odd- and made his way outside the bedroom, finding the bathroom to be right next to his bedroom, seeing in the mirror his- no, Sherlock's- reflection. 

He touches his cheek, sees new scars, and old, familiar ones faded. He runs his hands through his hair, clean and scented and soft. It's been a considerable amount of time. 

“Sherlock? It's around that time, Mariana wanted to talk about some potential clients, remember?” He heard a voice, and he felt a small sort of panic rise in him. 

“Er, j-just a minute!” He lets out, and wonders at how full his voice sounds. 

“uh… alright, then… you alright, mate?” The voice just inside the doorframe now, the reflection of a man with shaggy blond hair and a scruffy beard leaning on the frame, his blue eyes piercing through him. The silence in his head, a void only a minute ago, helpfully supplies him with some help as he hears John play over. 

“Yes, I'm fine, John.” He says, and the man's eyebrows shoot towards his hairline, his eyes wide. 

“You called me John, and it wasn't even a tense emotionally charged moment of stress and trauma, now I definitely know somethings wrong. What is it, Sherlock?” He asked, and he damned his parts. 

“I…” then, fear rises. He had no idea if this John person knew, knew of the secret that they had held since Trevor, new of the myriad of thoughts and voices this body shares. 

John's eyes softened. “Hey, it's okay, whatever it is. You can trust me.” 

He wishes desperately for someone, anyone to confirm or deny this, and he gets the overwhelming trust his host feels for this man. 

“I… I'm Scotty.” He says. “I haven't… not since…” 

Understanding blooms on John's face, and he smiles. “It's really nice to meet you, Scotty. I'm John Watson. Sherlock has told me about you.” 

Scotty crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at John's shoes. “What has he told you?” 

“He told me you left, a long time ago. Dormancy, he said?” 

Scotty nodded. “It's been a very long time. I don't know what…” he intended to add time, year, anything, but it was a given. He didn't really know anything. 

“The year's 2024, it's July. We're in London, 221b Baker Street. I'm your roommate, and Sherlock's best friend. We have Mariana, and Archie downstairs.” John explains softly. “D'you want something to eat?” 

Scotty nods. 

John smiles. “I've only just started getting Sherlock to eat, it's nice to have some cooperation, c'mon.” 

John leads him out of the bathroom and to a small kitchen area, in complete disarray but generally nicer than most kitchens Scotty has seen. It looks like the people that use it care, not only for the stationary and cutlery but for their living space, their home. It makes something warm inside of Scotty bubble. 

“This is… nice.” He says to John, and the man snorts. 

“Glad you think so, I think I about given up on keeping it tidy, keeping track of Sherlock is a near impossible task.” John motions for the and, and Scotty sits, placing his hands on the surface. “How does, um… eggs? Eggs sound?” John asked as he rummaged through their fridge. Scotty smiled at John, tried not to laugh at the effort the man was putting into this. 

“That sounds good, John.” he looked around more, peering into the living room a bit. It was also messy, papers and books and mugs and wires everywhere, hoodies and dog toys and dvd's as well, and Scotty furrowed his brow in fascination. “How long have we been living together, John?” He asked. 

“Oh, uh,” he blew out some air as he thought, clicking his tongue. “Around, I want to say, nine months now? Moved in around the end of october, I think?” 

“Wow…” He mutters. All the trinkets, all. The pieces, the papers, the studies Sherlock loves and cares for so much, integrated so deeply into John's own life. To be honest with himself, he wasn't sure where Sherlock's things started and John's ended. “You're… really important to us.” 

He hears John sputter a little. “What? I mean, not that I didn't know, just- y'know. Odd to hear it.” 

Scotty shook his head. “Even with Trevor, or all of Sherlock's other friends, things weren't like… this. We really care for you, and you care for us.” 

John clears throat. “I'mean, 'course I do, Scotty. Your system has helped me in a lot of ways, ways I'm not sure even I understand.” 

Scotty looked to John, fascinated. “You've met the others?” 

“Fleetingly,” John clarified. “I believe his name was… Arthur? He helps Sherlock go to bed, sometimes, when he stays up for longer than four days. And Shelley, she's fronted a couple times to help with my panic attacks.” 

Scotty's heart warms. To know that his parts were still around, doing good when he was away, it was reassuring to know. 

“I'm glad, then.” Scotty says. “It's good to know we've met you, John Watson. Things weren't always… like this. This nice. Things were…” he closes his eyes as he tries to not think of that night, that man, once so high, now brought down by his own hubris, and the rushing torrent of your fault, your fault, your fault- he felt that night. “Hard. It's good.” 

John comes to sit across from Scotty, smiling. “I know. It was the same for me. I'm glad I met you, Scotty.” 

John makes the eggs, and Scotty eats about two before he's finished, and John goes downstairs to explain that Sherlock was having a bad day, and Scotty stayed upstairs, petting Archie, who slobbered all over his lap, though he found he couldn't mind. 

We made it, he thought, over and over. We made it. 

By the time John had come back upstairs, The body of Sherlock's system was curled up on the couch, nuzzling Archie to find comfort. “Scotty?” He asked, and got a negative hum in response. 

“Sherlock?” He tried, and he got a nod. “Hey, how are you doing?” 

Sherlock lifted his head, his face red and tear streaked. “I'm… I'm okay. I'm good. Thank you, John.” 

John's heart melts, and he comes to sit next to Sherlock, rubbing a hand between his shoulder blades. “Of course, Sherlock, of course. It was really the least I could do.” 

Sherlock sniffled. “Frédéric had said that there was a chance Scotty wasn't ever coming back. That he wouldn't until he felt complete and utter safety.” 

Realization slowly crept onto John. “I… you feel safe. Here, with us?” 

Sherlock nodded. “After what happened… I couldn't blame him. But I'm just-” he turned away from the dog and instead found comfort in John's embrace, and John immediately wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you.” 

John squeezed, rubbing his back. “Of course, Sherlock, of course.” 

Scotty popped up a couple times over the next few days, but his fronting activity dwindled. John had almost worried he had gone dormant again, but Sherlock seemed happy, whole, and good, and he found that wherever Scotty lay in that great big brain of theirs, he would do what it took to make him feel safe. 

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Role Reversal

Roman kept mentioning that he doesn’t like transformations and it kept reminding me of Patton turning into a giant frog and Janus disguising himself as other sides. It would be very cool and epic if you could make some Roman angst based off this concept (no pressure obviously) – anon

The song "I Am in Great Pain, Please Help Me" by Crywank reminds me so much of Roman (specifically, your brand of Roman angst). I was wondering if you had the spoons for it, to write something inspired by it? No pressure to, ofc! – anon

Perhaps something where Roman is comforting Logan and then after Roman leaves, Logan is like, “Wait, shit, I should have been comforting YOU!”. You know the scene in What Makes A Perfect Gift where Logan asks for Roman’s input and Roman looks genuinely surprised? The angst potential for Roman not thinking he’s needed at a BRAINSTORM is so slept on. I know you’ve had a lot of Roman angst asks lately so I understand if you don’t want to do it, but I definitely wanted to ask just in case! – anon

Roman angst disguised as Logan centric. Logan Sherlock fic about him trying to figure out why Thomas’s mental health is so bad. – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: roman being insecure, logan being insecure

Pairings: logince can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 3143

Logan feels stressed about Thomas's mental health and goes to Roman for help discussing a possible upcoming video, only for Roman to accurately guess that Logan's feeling insecure about his own role in keeping Thomas happy and healthy. Little does Logan know: there's more going on than meets the eye and it isn't until later that he realizes Roman's far more fragile than anyone could've guessed. After that, well, there's really only one course of action.

If Logan had not been paying very, very close attention, there is every possibility that he could have missed it.

He almost did; despite being entirely focused on his goal, he has to admit that it wasn't something he saw as necessarily related, and as such, dismissed initially as not relevant to solving the problem of why Thomas's mental health had been in a steady decline since the wedding. However, upon further reflection, he can conclude that not only was the sudden tightening of Roman's expression related, it was most likely the strongest indicator he's seen since he began.

"Sorry, Specs, I think my hearing cut out of a second there." Roman scratches the back of his head almost sheepishly. "Can you—can you say that one more time?"

"I believe it would be helpful for Thomas for us to do another 'low-key' video, as it were, and for you and I to work together."

"Yes, I heard that part."

"As we want to focus on recapturing some of Thomas's whimsy and zest for life—" here Roman's expression quirks towards amusement— "it would be apt for you to try and recreate some of the dreams Thomas has held onto in the past."

"Right, but not like—"

"Including transforming into those he aspired to be or the roles he aspired to fill," Logan finishes, frowning when there's that momentary tightness in Roman's smile again, "do you concur?"

"I—so I'm all for helping Thomas fall in love with his dreams again, you know, but, um…" He twists his fingers together. "I'm not sure that this is…the best way to do it?"

"You are the embodiment of Thomas's Hopes and Dreams. Who else would be better equipped to help me?"

Roman blinks as if he hadn't been expecting the comment. Which is in and of itself a little odd; Roman typically never passes up the opportunity to remind them of his standing in Thomas's psyche, nor to claim credit for half of the things Thomas does even when it's far more of a group effort. "Right, but I don't see how me turning into various things would be helpful."

"Thomas is a very visual learner. It's been proven in the past via various theater productions and other activities that he thrives in environments where he can immerse himself in what it is he's doing. By having you, his Creativity, directly mimic the dreams he wishes or wished to obtain, we draw a more substantial connection between the Thomas that he is now and the Thomas he aspires to be."

Roman's mouth works. Logan frowns.

"If you have something you want to say, Roman, by all means, speak your mind. This brainstorm won't be nearly as successful if only one of us is contributing."

"Where is this coming from, Logan?"

"I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"This." Roman gestures back and forth between them. "This sudden need to 'fix' Thomas. You've been pretty clear with the rest of us that you don't think staying 'in his head' would be helpful, not when you're working so hard on your lists that you want him to do."

"Well, it's been pretty clear those aren't working, so—"

"But they have been. You know they have been—we all celebrated when Thomas finally managed to clean his kitchen and you were right, he did feel better afterwards. Your methods were working, are working."

Logan swallows. He did feel very accomplished after the last bowl had been placed in the cupboard, and no one had been happier than he when Thomas not only made himself dinner but cleaned up afterwards, but this was different. "Thomas deserves the drive to go after what he wants as well as doing the maintenance required to sustain his current lifestyle."

Roman nods. "And what sorts of things are those?"

"Roman, I don't understand—"

"Please," he interrupts, holding up his hands, "humor me?"

"You're the one who's Hopes and Dreams," he protests feebly, "you're Creativity. I'm not going to be good at coming up with them."

"Just try. You're better at it than you think."

"O-oh." He blinks. "Thank you, Roman."

"Of course."

"Uh—well, I think Thomas has a passion for filmmaking that he hasn't fully realized in shooting the YouTube videos due to the constraints of the channel."

"Okay."

"He's been enjoying doing the modeling shoots for Instagram as well. And he has a few shows that he wants to catch up on—not a dream, I know, but something he wants to do."

"That's good, Logan. What else?"

"Does he still have the dream of being an actor? On a more professional level?"

"I believe so, yes."

"Well, there you are, then."

Roman nods. "And if we go off of your transformation idea, what—what exactly would I be transforming into?"

He furrows his brow. "Well, you would be—if you were doing—I suppose you—ah. I see your point."

"It's not that there's something Thomas isn't that we need to make him into," Roman says quietly, "we can just remind him of the things that are already inside him that he can chase and pursue."

"…that is a very valid conclusion to have reached."

"He doesn't have to work all the time—I think both you and I know the dangers of letting yourself believe you can," he says with a gentle nudge to Logan's shoulder, "he can give himself time to rest and work on things that he wants to, not things that he has to."

"And I suppose making another video would be counterproductive to this aim, as it requires a level of work that would not be outweighed by the reassurance it might provide."

"I don't know if I would've said it nearly as well as you, but yeah, pretty much."

Logan sighs, closing his notebook with an almost despondent flap. "Then I suppose I have nothing else to work on."

"Good."

He frowns at Roman. "'Good?'"

"Well, now that means you can do the things that you want to do."

"M-me? What on earth are you talking about?"

"Did we not just go over how important it is to not be consumed by work all the time?"

"Well, yes, but—"

"Did we not just talk about how it's necessary to rest and do the things you want to do from time to time?"

"I don't—"

"Did you not just say that you have nothing else to work on right now?"

"I know what you're doing," he says, meaning for it to come out accusatory and missing dreadfully, "it's not going to work."

"Me convincing you to take time for yourself and enjoy spending your time how you want to spend it isn't going to work?" Roman grins, leaning forward onto his elbows, propping his chin on his hands. "Are you sure?"

"Roman," he warns.

"What? It's not like I was the only one who came to this conclusion about Thomas a second ago, you were instrumental in figuring it out, Specs."

"Roman."

"And we all know that you're way smarter than I am, so if you're going to take your own advice—which you should, then—"

"Alright!" Roman laughs as Logan buries his face in his hands, trying not to smile too obviously at the praise or blush from how many compliments Roman's just given him, "you've made your point, you can stop now."

"I think you mean I've just reiterated your point, but that's alright." A warm hand pats his shoulder. "You're doing great, Logan. You don't have to stress out about this right now. Thomas has earned a break and so have you, okay?"

"…I suppose there are a few things I've been waiting to do that could occupy my time."

"There you go!" Roman claps his hands and gets up, affectionately ruffling Logan's hair and dodging his attempts to swat him. "Let me know how it goes, I'd love to hear about whatever you're working on."

Logan aims another swat at his shoulder and misses, watching Roman sink out. He shakes his head, unable to keep the growing smile off his face as he thinks about his own projects. Yes, there are several things he could do, he could work on refining the data for the experiment, he could read that study he's been eyeing for a few days, he could look over the manuscript he's drafting…

It isn't until he gets back to his room with a different notebook open on his desk that he pauses.

Why had Roman been upset at the suggestion of transformation?

They had agreed upon resting and doing what they wanted, letting Thomas do what he wanted. They had agreed that resting was good, pursuing one's own passions was good. What about transformations had rankled Roman so? He hadn't directly addressed it—something virtually unheard of for Roman. Perhaps it had been something to do with the act of transforming itself? But no, Roman had always been among the first to thrill at being someone else, or pretending to be someone else. What had caused such a dramatic shift?

What sorts of transformations had they done recently? There had been the whole thing with Remus—Logan suppresses a shudder as he remembers Remus's song and everything that happened in it—but Roman had been unconscious for most of it. Aside from that, it had been…

Well, Janus had been transforming into them more often than not, but that was him, mostly, not Roman. And Patton had become the giant frog, but that hadn't really affected Roman that much either. No, the last time Roman had been the one transforming, it had been…for…

Logan stands up, eyes still fixed on a point in the distance as his mind races.

Roman hadn't transformed for himself. It had always been at the whim of someone else. Roman was Hopes and Dreams—Thomas's Hopes and Dreams. Roman did things for Thomas. He was Thomas's wants. Despite how often they all called him selfish, he…he didn't really fight for the things that he wanted.

Could he name a single thing that Roman wanted that wasn't something for Thomas?

I think you and I both know the dangers of believing you can work all the time.

There's nothing that Thomas isn't that we need to make him into.

"Oh, Roman," he whispers into the quiet room, "when did you get so good at hiding?"

He doesn't want to know the answer, but his mind is already coming up with a helpful list of every time he can remember where Roman let himself get pushed to the side, overruled, scolded, overlooked, for the sake of someone else. He thinks about the times where Roman had been obviously uncomfortable with what they wanted him to do, and then did it anyway. He thinks about how long it's been since he's actually heard Roman say what he wanted, not what Thomas wanted, not what Patton or Janus or even he wanted.

How long has it been since someone wanted Roman for Roman?

He looks back down at his desk and pulls out a different notebook. He's underestimated Roman. He won't go into this upcoming conversation unprepared.

***

He knocks on Roman's door as softly as he can, waiting for the quiet come in to push it open. Roman looks up from his—

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, no.

"Oh, Roman," he murmurs before he can stop himself, crouching next to Roman's slumped figure and carding a hand through his hair, "I'm so sorry."

"N-no, I'm sorry, 'm sorry, I can—" he scrubs a hand harshly across his face— "it's fine. What, um, what do you—"

Another sob interrupts him before he can finish asking if Logan needs anything, which only makes his chest ache all the more. He eases himself down next to Roman's buckled legs and wraps a comforting arm around his shoulders, pulling him close enough to wipe a thumb across his cheek.

"Shh," he says when Roman tries to speak again, "don't stress yourself. I'm not here for anything other than this, little one."

The pet name rolls off his tongue before he can stop it, but at the slightly wounded noise that leaves Roman's lips, he resolves to use them as often as he can. He scratches his nails lightly against his scalp, shushing him again when he tries to stifle another sob.

"I'm here because I realized I'd hurt you earlier," he continues, still speaking gently, "and I did not attempt to comfort you in any way. No, no—don't pull away from me, dear. Shh, don't fret, don't fret, I'm not upset—look at me, Roman, do I look upset?"

Roman's eyes, still filled with tears, roam frantically over his face. Logan keeps his expression as soft and open as he can, letting the concern write itself plainly over the furrow in his brow. After another moment, Roman sniffles and he's already reaching for the tissue box he can see perched haphazardly on the end of the desk. He takes it with a grateful mumble and blows his nose with a honk.

"You were right. You don't need to change to be worth something, or to be fixed. You don't need to become something you're not—oh, darling, hush, now," he says when Roman's eyes grow wide with distress, "I'm not angry, I'm not—oh, you poor thing."

For Roman had begun to sob in earnest, trying in equal parts to pull away from Logan's embrace and push himself near into his chest. Logan slides an arm under his legs and pulls them into his lap, tucking Roman's face into the crook of his neck and kissing the crown of his head. There's a moment where Roman tenses and he fears he might pull away, but then he all but collapses into him and buries his nose in Logan's shirt.

"There you go, little one, shh, it's alright. You can cry, crying is good. You're alright, you're safe, I'm right here." He runs his hand up and down Roman's back. "Shh, shh, that's it…that's it, my dear."

"Sorry—'m so sorry—"

"Shh-shh-shh, no apologies from you, not about this. You're overwhelmed and overworked, it's perfectly alright for you to be emotional right now. You can let it out, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm here to help."

"Help?"

"Mm. You took great pains to comfort me earlier, even when I did not ask, and you," and here he gives Roman a little shake, "have not let anyone comfort you in quite a long time. So yes, I am here to comfort you, to help, and if that means letting you cry in my lap for as long as you need, then that is what I shall do."

"It's so hard," comes the sniffling whisper from under his chin, "I keep—I keep trying to be what they want but they don't know what they want and then it's my fault and I can't—they keep changing and wanting me to change and I can't—"

"Shh, shh…hush, my dear, it's alright. That's right, just let me hold you…"

They spend a great deal of time like that, curled up on the floor. Logan keeps carding his hand through Roman's hair, soothing away the more violent of sobs with gentle touches up and down his back or patting his chest. How long has Roman been holding this in? How long has it been since their prince has let himself fall apart without remorse? And how long has it been since they took pains enough to notice?

He pulls himself from his own thoughts when Roman's head turns, bumping slightly against his chin. He tilts his head to press a kiss to his temple, leaning back just enough to see the blotchy face come into view. Taking another tissue, he carefully dabs up the last of the tears he can see, holding it so Roman can blow his nose again.

"…thanks, Logan."

"Of course, my dear." He raises an eyebrow at the little shudder that goes through him. "No?"

"N-no, yes. Yes. Very much yes. Sorry."

"None of that now, my dear. Do you feel any better?"

"A little bit."

"That's excellent. Shall we sit here for a little longer, or do you want to move somewhere a little more comfortable?"

"C-can we just stay here for a little longer?"

"Of course we can." He runs his thumb over Roman's cheek again. "I am truly sorry it took me so long to figure out what was going on, little one. But I'm here now."

Roman averts his gaze and once again Logan is struck by how different Roman is right now; no longer does he see their fiery prince who so eloquently made him take his own advice mere hours ago, instead he sees a shell of a Side who shies away from a gentle touch like a dog too scared to eat. The comparison alone is enough to coax him to lean forward and kiss his cheek, cuddling him against his chest.

"I'm here now," he repeats, "let me look after you."

"You will?"

"Yes, Roman, I will. I'm right here���" he pulls him a little closer— "I've got you, little one, you're alright."

"I don't know what to do."

"Right now?"

"…anymore."

Logan's heart clenches in his chest and he forces the ache away, running his thumb over his cheek once more. "Well, what do you want to do right now?"

"I want to stay here."

"Then we shall stay here. And when you're ready to figure out what you want to do next," he says, adjusting them until they're both comfortable as can be, "I will be here to help."

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[rosemelodyshah]

The other day this friend of mine was complaining about how ACD's Sherlock had this wisdom.and niceness about him and how none of the Sherlocks on the screen have that

And she told me she watched some of Granada and BBC and I think Basil's Sherlock? But the Sherlocks on screens were infinitely ruder for her

And like I couldn't completely agree there much bc like okay BBC Sherlock does get rather rude but the way she was saying it (particularly in that this is bad tone) I couldn't get behind her and Ive only seen some of the Sherlocks but I've seen the first season of BBC Sherlock years ago and all sorts of.clips since and a couple.of the Granada Sherlock and even the young Sherlock and he didn't come up as rude the way she was saying.so. just uh I've got a mystery to stop pleas ebe idiots somewhere else sorta vibe idk

And after we tried to reach a conclusion on her thoughts she jumped and went NO I MEANT SMUG THEY ARE ENDLESSLY SMUG ESP COMPARED TO THE ACD'S HOLMES

And we took a loud break drank our blood and talked it out and yeah he deffo comes up as even that bit more smug

But cmon luv do you really thing someone could be Sherlock and screen and not be smug at himself at least like 3× the ACD's canon smugness?

And it's not quite that he isn't smug he's j more down to earth-y and much prefers to pamper the non existent smartness of Lestrade and gregson who really helped only talks to for his own amusement (a theory of some of ours bc it's 2.30 AM we got better things to do than sleep)

And the Sherlocks on screen don't do that bc for one there are no two detectives (least as far as I've seen) and second of all on the screen about half the time he gets someone actually basically begging for him doesn't he begging for help so it's like there is nothing for him to say you are smart about he's gotto solve zhe murder

Like yeah granda Holmes does seem smugger thant eh books (tho I've been told it's the most faithful adaptation) but that's bc there really isn't a choice here

You can't actually show wonderful smart brill Sherlock and then make him that grounded and what not at all

Like idk how acd did it but I couldn't and I honestly don't mind him being smug esp once John's in the picture and he finally has someone who cares and gets impressed forever by and someone who is legit writing his every step and then sharing it with the legit world which aha means the yard don't gett their credit for having told Sherlock where the crime happened yaknow

Ofc with John around.to.impress and actually have someone listen and care and be actually bothered gy it which weren't the yard bc they j wanted the case solved he'd let himself be a bit smug

He can only have John calling him brill sm bc he gets smug and he deserves it

I mean speaking from experience when someone drops into your life and instantly goes TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF CARE FOR YOURSELF DO SOME SELF LOVE EAT SLEEP DRINK SOME WATER CARE BE DKNT TAKE THE CREDIT AWAY DONT SELF DEPRECIATE SLEEP GIRL HAVE SOMETHING FOR MY OWN PEACE AT LEAST DRINK YOUR BLOOD NOW SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP WONDERFUL WORK LOVED IT LOVED IT SLEEP EAT TAKE CARE OF URSELF LOVED THAT BTW ITS AWESKME THANKS SM LOVEU GIRL SLEEP and so on so forth in a never ending cycle you eventually start getting use to the very bizarre thing and actually follow it every now and then

And incase it hasn't hit you-- I HAVE BEEN GIVEN RANTS ON SO ON SO NOT SHOWING ENOUGH VERBAL LOVE TO AN ABSTRACT PIECE I LEGIT MADE WITH MH EYES CLOSED,??

when people tell you essentially to be a bit smug to celebrate how your somehow the only person with a brain in the world eventually your gonna be smug jnthat little more

Also let's give this clear as far as I've seen the only one truly letting Sherlock be smug and all is BBC and even them it's Uh god these idiots are going to kill me with their boredom wait this guy cares does think I'm a machine or freak?? He doesn't hate me or try to kill me for the analysing he wants to listen he tells people about it?? Ofc he's doing happy dances and being all smug about it OF COURSE HE IS

Like also real quick I love how BBC doesn't do the whole John sees a machine without a heart thing ACD's John does not that I hate it but like listen if your treated like a machine and freak and then John Watson comes in calls you brilliant a thousand times in the first namight you meet and then kills someone for you the next night and doesn't hate it deductions your gon be smug too alr don't you hide that let Sherlock be smug and all not down to earth he deserves it with how much Anderson he had to handle and how many times he's been called a machine and freak

[opiopal]

mc as faph from the interpretation of shadows? Has the ability to see if someone is telling the truth or not? Shadow hands from ears? crackhead?

Ooo I had to do some research for this one!!(which I LOVE doing btw) and honestly this would go so hard, I did take a few creative liberties with this, since I didn’t end up researching as much as I wanted to, but I wanted to hurry and write this out!

but yk who would HATE mc having this kind of ability? Luci, the liar of all liars,

like, imagine the first season just with mc struggling to bite their tongue every time he tells a lie, bc they value their life ofc! but as the days go on they realize slowly that... lucifer cant lay a hand on them. not unless he wants to get in trouble with his little boyfriend.

so they begin making comments. Little comments of just.. them “making sure” they heard him correctly, giving him a chance to tell the truth.. from the outside it just seems as if they didn’t hear him, yet the way they ask puts him off. The way that they bat their eyelashes to try and hide the knowing look in their eyes, the way they carefully cross their arms behind their back as they stare up at him. They know something, and he can tell. And he does NOT like it.

though.. while Luci develops more grey hairs to dye later, mc thinks it’s hilarious. Because most of the time they’ll catch him in the most harmless lie.. well, harmless to the world and embarrassing for him. he came home from a trip to the human world, he claims to have bought a record player but he doesn’t want to show his brothers and Mc because it’s “expensive” and he “doesn’t want them to somehow damage it.” .. in reality it’s covered in cute stickers from some little kid who’s parent owned the record player before hand, Luci thought it was beautiful and figured he’d buy it and clean it off… though he didn’t want anyone to know he bought such a thing.. it was covered in my little pony and rainbow stickers for diavolos sake! And it just always baffled mc! Why lie about it? It’s easy to explain! Sure his son and the youngest may giggle at him, but who cares? He does apparently.

though in the beginning mc immediately learns more then they should have.. it’s hard to keep their mouth shut about the attic or Lilith… but somehow they manage to let it come out on its own. Which internally they are relieved about, they don’t have to pretend to not know who painting is of, or act as if they didn’t know there was an attic in the first place.

and after all the pacts are made and mc becomes apart of the family, they mess with the HOL as often as they can . Casually speaking up and answering questions they saw someone ask in their head and scaring them, “yeah I’m hungry to” “HUH-“ or “you probably shouldn’t buy 10 lottery tickets mams..” “WH-“ or “levi don’t buy that Gacha game it’s a scam.” “W-WHAT😨” Solomon somehow figured out this little ability of theirs right off the bat and decided to help them and keep it hidden. So mc has a blast messing with everyone with some help from Solomon.

maybe s8n&belphie at some point make assumptions and BEG mc to read lucis mind so they can prank him, or mams tries to take mc to a casino to get them to help him win, or levi begs for them to figure out what one of his favorite streamers think about him, or asmo sweetly asking if they could see if that guy from across the room is into him(though the guy CLEARLY is, who wouldn’t be? Asmo is obviously adored by all!!) though mc always shrugs and acts as if they have no idea what they’re talking about! Mind reading?? Are you crazy??? They’re only just human after all! Yet they’ll always act as if they could “tell” what someone is thinking, as if it was written all over the persons face, or they’ll always catch one of the brothers in a lie, claiming it was obvious!

so mc probably has everyone convinced they’re just some mini Sherlock Holmes(which gets s8n all hyped, what a nerd). Until eventually Solomon or even barbatos outs them, either by “mistake” or on purpose. and then all of a sudden it’s the brothers turn to mess with them. Suddenly screaming in their head to spook mc whilst they’re having a rare moment of peace, or repeating the same word over and over again, or luci thinking about assignments they have due to remind them instead of it being verbal like a normal person. Which just causes mc to ramp up their OWN antics.

[am-i-tho]

can't sleep here are my ideas for sherlock adaptations/series 5 plans (disclaimer: I don't think a series 5 will happen neither do I want it to bc I know it'd be BULLSHIT but regardless)

series 5:

mockumentary style, I like the idea of someone (in universe) deciding to make a documentary about sherlock holmes's life and career, interviewing him and the people of his life 10 or so years from where we left off. (plus of john convincing him to do it and partnering up with the producers since he kind of dedicated a good bit of his life to document sherlock)

to me the ideal would be as much episodes as it'd be necessary but if I wanted to work out around the already established format, it'd be 4 episodes and each would treat the events of each season

first episode: how they met, what it was like getting to know each other, first impressions, life living together, their past and childhoods, delving on their feelings about moriarty's first appearance and how john kind of getting disillusioned with sherlock prior to it.

(I like the idea of mycroft being overlooked when discussing specificities bc of his government reputation and whatnot lmao)

second episode: their most memorable cases, the good years, going over dear memories and getting testimonies from molly and lestrade (I'd LOVE to hear Mrs Hudson too :( rip una🤍)

being a bit vague about irene adler(had to go to his blog to see how much he wrote about it lol) but giving more details ofc, talking about the baskerville, John teasing sherlock about being afraid and so "my body is only transport" back then; telling him off on camera over doing experiments on him and whatnot

then moving on to the fucking TRAGEDY and how john dealt with sherlock being discredited by the media, his own conflicting ideas; MAJOR LESTRADE SPEAKING SCENES HERE!!! (I'd like also to have Sally doing a little interview over the phone cause she wouldn't want to show her face but would definetly speak her piece)

third episode [first half]: john centric, him talking about grief, going over places and things he'd do, stuff he kept, meeting mary and how much she helped and was understanding etc; lestrade talking about the media slowly coming around, about Anderson going mad with guilt, about him thinking about him in crime scenes when trying to move on

(I'd LOVE to have Harry appearing and talking about how he was at the time from her perspective as his sister)

I'd like for molly to tell her piece and how it felt holding this secret for so long, and the cognitive dissonance over knowing he was alive and still grieving. (Also, I think it'd be nice for her to read out a written message that mycroft sent speaking about his own grief since he wouldn't appear on camera? maybe? idk)

then it'd move to sherlock speaking a bit about some stuff he did and how lonely and scary it was at the time, what he did to comfort himself, what was he thinking at the time ----> finishing with john and him talking over seeing each other again, the mixed feelings, sherlock getting whiplashed by reality. (mostly about what did it take for them to understand each other again bc that scene in the tube car was NOT ENOUGH)

[second half] going over the wedding, sherlock talking about his actual feeling at the time, the sinking feeling they both felt in the end of the episode, sherlock going back to drugs, John seeing him with Janine and the fake engagement. (Tho not really necessary if this time could be used for other things)

i REALLY don't know how they would/should deal with mary being the one who shot sherlock and all. maybe it'd be alright since she is already dead but I'm not sure. Plus I have not idea if they'd talk about Magnuseem AT ALL but at least let's say they'd talk about mary having a past she would not like to let out and how sherlock being shot was related to it.

fourth episode: discussions about the last months of mary being alive, how fast life had become and how they'd try to keep up with each other. (assuming it'd be safe to talk about her case) sherlocks guilt over mary taking a bullet for him, how john started resenting sherlock, their fall out, sherlock relapsing etc

I'm not sure if eurus would be brought up at all but it'd be nice to hear them talk about what it was like having to build their home from the ground (since everything exploded) and having to deal with the rawness that all these experiences back to back left them with.

most of all I want them to discuss "the lying detective" case (aka culverton smith) bc it's one my favorites eps from the show and I want them to TALK ABOUT IT

(note: I want to make it clear that they would be only unraveling it for the cameras bc of the documentary, since it would be implied that at some point they had a healthy and open conversation about all of these events previously)

some details: rosie is of course there too, as an eleven y/o and she also appears sometimes to talk about living with john and sherlock as guardians

the format might alternate between the documentary and actual "show scenes" if that makes sense (since some stuff might not be discussed in front of the cameras)

they'd be probably living out of bakerstreet by this point but would go back to shoot some scenes and show old stuff (picking this headcanon from a fic whereMrs Hudson left 221 baker street building for sherlock in her will)

sherlock being a brat about doing interviews but being very diligent when showing his bees

it'd be very heavily implied that they are together romantically now (e.g: sherlock talking about feeling distressed during wedding planning, john telling how dazzled he was when first meeting him etc)(plus them literally raising a daughter together lol)

(I'd like to show rosie and them interacting and rosie calling both of them dad or something similar). nothing explicit in camera tho. maybe in the "non-documentary" bits

[tiger-moran]

also random note but i FINALLY got around to watching Granada Holmes, and FINALLY seeing the canon story of A Scandal in Bohemia

i would like to join the Godfrey Norton Protection Society and also the Irene Norton (née Adler) Protection Society because what in God's fucking name are all these adaptations doing with her????? i have so many thoughts (all good re: Irene, ofc), but most of them summed up are -

do the people who adapt her character for other works not have a LICK of media literacy about them? at all? she writes Holmes a fucking letter EXPLAINING WHY SHE DID IT and they're like "mm yeah shes an evil vindictive seductress who would release these compromising pictures at the drop of a hat xoxo"

Honestly both of them are portrayed so badly in almost everything, so many people can't seem to stand the idea that Adler isn't a villain or the pawn of a villain or that she isn't interested in Holmes in that way and that she can choose for herself who she wants to be with and be in the right about him and him being a decent man who genuinely loves her. Godfrey has been killed off or else portrayed as an abuser (usually meaning she has to be rescued from him by Holmes, of course) in so many texts, or in one story I remember even though she supposedly loved him she still went behind his back to sleep with Holmes. One also had her killing him shortly after they were married too if I remember rightly. (Adler being an international spy and her and Moriarty being in love is a new one to me but if anything I found that even worse than most of the other portrayals of her.)

Then I come on here and see bullshit 'hot takes' about them in my tracked tags including "I am reeling from the fact that the gothic fiction tumblr fandom is currently elevating the shit out of Norton, a completely nothing background character in a Sherlock Holmes story, only because he MIGHT love his wife back. Anyway Irene Adler is a lesbian and Norton was her comphet crush she got divorced from" so stuff like that is always fun to see, not.

I mean there are a handful of stories that have portrayed one or both of them pretty well (though unfortunately most of those tend to be stories I don't otherwise like) but yeah, they're both portrayed really badly or else Godfrey just gets completely erased and ignored so, so often. The Granada episode was one of the very rare things that didn't do them a huge injustice.

I love both of them, cos Adler is not a villain - she might well commit certain crimes sometimes for various reasons including maybe even just because it amuses her but she's not an actual criminal, she's not a villain and she's not being manipulated by a villain, she's not a terrible person, but she is unorthodox and probably someone who many people would regard at least with suspicion if not outright hostility, because she's an 'adventuress'. She's the kind of person many men then might want as their mistress but never as their wife. But Godfrey is a respectable sort of man but he knows all this about her and he still loves her and he is prepared to not only marry her but also apparently uproot his entire life to try to protect her from one of her ex-lovers, a man who almost certainly has far more wealth and power and influence than both of them.

A Scandal in Bohemia does interest me not only because of them but also because it puts Holmes on totally the wrong side initially; it has him behaving actually really dishonourably towards a woman who behaves with nothing but kindness towards him and it's only by the end of it he truly realises he is on the wrong side and that Adler was a victim not a villain. (I do still love the idea that does fit in the canon that it was Moriarty who warned Adler about Holmes after he had been approached himself by the king to get the photograph back but had refused to help him. I do love the thought of Moriarty too being captivated by her, just as Holmes is, in a way that's not remotely romantic or sexual, and in this Moriarty was the one who was on the right side while Holmes was in the wrong.)

I would love to have something which has Irene (or her and Godfrey preferably) interacting with Moriarty in a positive way - not her being his pawn or victim or 'love interest' (*barfs*) or being Moriarty herself (also not with her outwitting Moriarty because he's portrayed as a sort of 'bumbling idiot' almost) but as with everything it seems for this to exist I have to write it myself.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 21 - Sherlock

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 20 -- Part 22

Pairing: Sherlock x ofc

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (f and m receiving), p-in-v sex.

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: Well, well, well... It's our beloved darling Sherlock. What else is there to say?

Let me know what you think! 🥰

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"Can we just skip the party?" Elena asks when I kiss my way up her body again. "And then you can keep doing that all night?" 

"That would be rather unfair, don't you think?" She looks up at me innocently and shakes her head. I can't help but laugh - she's not wrong. I could spend all night going down on her and be perfectly happy about it, but I've secretly been dying for her to return the favour. Despite my curiosity, I am plagued by nerves. It has been a mere two weeks since we first kissed, and things have been happening rather quickly since then. I find my mind in a constant battle between new desires and my need to process all that has been going on. 

"Then maybe it's time for me to repay you?" I hardly think any type of guardian angel would be looking out for me in this particular way, so I'll have to go with either dumb luck or a natural progression of things. I hope the latter, I'm not overly fond of relying on things such as luck. Elena's hands are already wandering. Her long, slender fingers dip underneath the waistband of my trousers, and my breath catches in my throat. There is no doubt in my mind about what she is about to do, and I want her to - but I also want to stop her, put my shirt back on, and run. She senses my hesitation and smiles. “You’re not ready for this.” It isn’t a question, which I greatly appreciate. Had it been a question, I might have lied - and lying isn’t generally something I tend to enter into. 

“Have you seen my shirt?” I ask, slightly annoyed. Why can’t I find the darn thing? 

“I have.” The innocence in her voice means nothing good, that much I’ve learned in the past two weeks. As soon as I look up, I sigh. The good news is that I have found my shirt. The bad news is that Elena is wearing it, which means she will have to take it off. I am fairly sure I’ve said ‘we need to get dressed’ four times in the past hour. Needless to say; It did not work.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I warn as she walks over to me. Logically, if what I said is true, and we indeed cannot keep doing this, then I should be doing something to make sure we will not, in fact, keep doing it. The only problem is that I seem to be firmly glued to the edge of my bed, where I am currently sitting, and nothing about me seems inclined or able to move. That leaves us with only one other solution: What I said was not true, and we can - and likely will - keep doing what we were doing before. And I cannot say that I am in any way, shape or form likely to complain about that situation. 

Elena slowly stalks towards me while opening the buttons of my shirt - one by one, until it falls open and she is standing right in front of me with a leg on either side of mine. It’s far too difficult to keep my hands to myself. As if by magic - though I wouldn’t rule out demonic possession at this point - they hook behind her knees and pull her in until her knees are next to my hips and my lips are pressed to the soft skin of her stomach. With my hands on her hips, I urge her to sit down on my lap so I can kiss her. As soon as my lips touch hers, she moans loudly. The sound is exquisite as always, succeeding every single time in turning my insides liquid and my knees weak. This woman has me wrapped entirely around her finger, and I suspect she is more than aware of this fact - though I feel she does try her hardest not to exploit it too much. I answer to the sound with a low growl. It escapes me - I’m more than aware that it only fuels her desires, but I cannot seem to help myself. It’s odd. Resisting these urges was never a problem before. Sometimes, I fear she has bewitched me. It wouldn’t be logical, but neither is the fact that I still seem to have regained no control whatsoever over my emotions and desires.  

Her tongue explores my mouth, and mine hers, as they have done countless times - it’s almost impressive, considering I had never done this before a mere three weeks ago. Behind Elena’s efforts glints a sliver of impatience, an innate pressure from within to further our endeavours. A hunger. Lust. It’s evident in the motions of her lips against mine, and the travelling of her hands over my upper body, where she claws at my shoulders and softly traces my spine. With great reluctance, I break the kiss. 

“Darling, would you stop that?” She shakes her head briefly in reply. Of course she will not. She is more than aware of the effect her touch has on me, especially in this particular way, and her eyes reveal that she relishes my responses. 

“I want you,” she says softly. The phrase itself - or even the tone in which she says it - shouldn’t be particularly arousing to me, but my body once again betrays my mind, as is so often the case in situations that involve Elena. She knows I hate the tone she takes with me. It makes me shiver, and it causes my cock to twitch in my pants. Elena grinds her hips on mine, and I groan in reply. She’s naked - and wet - and making a mess of my trousers. It’s only a matter of time now before one of my friends comes knocking to see where we are. 

“We have to get dressed and go downstairs, Elena.” Now if only I could say that in a tone that sounded in any way convincing. The simplest truth is that I want precisely what she wants - but not like this. And I have to tell her that before the divine feeling of those lips on my neck robs me of my ability to think. 

“Not like this, love,” I whisper. My breath catches in my throat, and as is so often the case when I’m with her, I speak without thinking. “Tonight.”

We make our way downstairs, where we can hear Marshall’s voice in the hallway. He sounds annoyed - he has hardly been himself lately, and none of us know why that is. It’s rather curious, to say the very least. Not that he is generally particularly sunny, but his recent demeanor suggests something is the matter with him.

“Listen, you’re not the only people on the planet. Get a fucking room.” Elena looks at me as she tightens her grip on my hand. She raises her eyebrows inquisitively, but all I can do is shrug. I know exactly as much about this situation as she does. 

“Marshall, go find yourself someone to suck your dick, and leave us alone.” That is clearly the sound of Danielle’s voice. At the bottom of the stairs, she and Mike are engaged in a display of affection that is slightly inappropriate for a communal area, but they don’t seem to care much. I normally would, but something about the way Elena holds on to me tells me that I will struggle to maintain decorum before the night is out, as well. 

August and Anjelica are the first familiar faces we encounter in the already crowded kitchen. 

“I didn’t think the two of you would make it down here at all,” August says with a suggestive smirk. “Wine?” The offer is primarily for Elena, and she accepts gratefully. Moments later, I, too, am handed a glass. 

“Thank you,” I mutter. The kitchen is quite loud, thus my words will largely be inaudible. Knowing August, however, the accompanying nod will suffice as an answer. August is holding Anjelica close, and I can see why. It looks as though she has been crying - which would hardly be strange, seeing as she’s an incredible perfectionist with absolutely no sense of self-preservation. She has that in common with Elena - with whom she gets along remarkably well. 

“Should I be glad Elena gets along with Anjelica so well?” I ask August, who is obviously paying as little attention to the conversation the girls are engaged in as I am. 

“Oh, we don’t get a say in these things.” Geralt emerges from God knows where, and Solveig joins Anjelica and Elena in their chatter. This would be the time for any man to give up on trying to keep up with their conversation. It is simply a feat that far exceeds our capabilities. “I’m fairly sure we’re already doomed.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, confusion clearly laid out in my voice as I raise an eyebrow inquisitively. Surely it can’t be that terrible?

“I heard,” Geralt answers, stressing that we didn’t get this information from him, which is his way of letting us know that he came by this knowledge through his sensitive hearing. It also means he considers what we’re currently doing gossiping - a practice he generally despises, and I can’t help but agree. “That they’re planning a girls night.” That hardly sounds like a very large problem, but perhaps my limited experience with relationships has left me without some important information on the subject. 

“That usually means that all of them are going to be told every minute intimate detail of your relationship, so they can… I don’t know why they do it, just that they do.” I silently thank August for supplying this information, but it also raises several concerns. 

“How intimate?” I inquire, trying hard to keep surprise and dread away from both my voice and face. Judging from the way August smirks back at me, I don’t succeed. 

“Yes, that intimate,” Geralt says - though ‘snarl’ might be a more apt description of the sound he makes. 

“We’re not looking forward to it, either,” August reassures me as he lays a hand on my shoulder. I can’t say I’m thrilled at the prospect of having all these girls know the most intimate details of my relationship, but thanks to my lack of experience with these things, I can’t say I’m overly worried about it, either.  

“Not looking forward to what?” Elena joins me again and wraps her arms around me.

“Nothing.” The girls seem to think nothing of the fact that the three of us grunt the word in unison - but looks can be deceiving, especially when one deals with women. 

Charles seems to have invited half of the university - which isn’t a problem, merely an inconvenience, as I’m not quite fond of people, and there are a lot of them in my house right now - and I find myself in quite the conundrum. Leaving the party without being seen is utterly impossible, and I’m uncharacteristically concerned with what people will think if I leave now, but I also can’t quite spend another minute here - and it isn't even midnight yet.

I feel Elena's arm around my waist as she leans into me. 

"Do you want to get out of here?" she asks coyly. I couldn't put into words my desire to say yes if my life depended on it, but despite the overwhelming urge, I say nothing. She takes my hand in hers and pulls me along, and with every step my surroundings blur until the only thing I see is her. 

Every next step up the stairs is harder than the last. I will my feet to move, but when the door to my room - or rather: the door that leads to the stairs that lead up to my room - closes, I no longer seem to be able to lift them. 

“I’d love to hear it,” Elena says suddenly. Whatever is she talking about? My confusion must be evident from my expression, because she continues her query: “The no doubt incredibly logical reasoning behind your doubts. And everything else that’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours.” Her hands feel so soft against my cheek, that I involuntarily let out a sigh. Elena all but drags me up the stairs to my room - after making sure to lock the door, that is - and towards my bed. As I drop myself down onto the mattress, a sound of utter exasperation escapes me. 

“Talk to me,” she says as she joins me on the bed, climbing over me in the process, before nestling into my side. She lays her head on my chest, and I weave a hand into her hair. I have found it is something I find comforting. We lay there for a moment before she repeats her question. She has no other choice: I was rather disinclined to answer it. If I’m being quite honest, I still am. Elena senses my reluctance and scoffs. “Come on. When an eighteen year old guy has a horny girl in his bed and doesn’t want to fuck, something’s usually going on.”

“That is a wildly incorrect statement.” I say plainly. She looks at me in utter bewilderment, which leads me to chuckle. “You are operating under the assumption that I don’t want to… very well… fuck. You are wrong.” 

“Well, then, allow me to amend my statement: When an eighteen year old guy has a horny girl in his bed and wants to fuck her, but doesn’t, something’s going on.”

“Alright, that is an acceptable observation.” Perhaps it is unfair of me to circumvent her implicit question, but I feel uncomfortable, and I technically haven’t been asked anything. Therefore, I will not answer the question I have not been asked. 

“Well, what is it?” Oh, bother. 

"I told you I needed time to process all that was happening," I answer, knowing it will not satisfy Elena's relentless curiosity. 

"I remember. Continue." 

"Now, I feel like I have to wait." I say softly. "The truth is that I don't think I need much - or any - time at all. I want you, Elena. All of you."

"We already knew your mind processes things quickly," she jokes.

"That's just it, darling. I haven't even begun to process these emotions. I simply can't figure out how. Yet it feels so incredibly natural." Feelings. If someone had offered me three weeks ago the opportunity to do away with them altogether, I would have taken it. Now, I cannot say I would. I am far from done with exploring the feelings I have for her - and what little I know of them yet, is far too precious to me. 

"We can wait until next year," she says as she grins up at me. 

"Clever girl," I chuckle. "I think we might." I also like to think that, despite the novelty of the event, we won't manage before next year. Or rather; it would sorely bruise my ego, otherwise, seeing as we're a mere ten minutes away. 

She's working on the fourth button of my shirt by the time I even notice she's undressing me. I recently developed the theory that she does this just to see how far she can get before I catch her - she gladly confirmed my suspicions when I brought it up. I'm also quite happy to find that she is rather good at it, though tonight is one of those nights where I will allow myself a little less patience than usual. She smiles when I pull my shirt over my head and immediately attempt to rid her of her blouse. 

"Are you trying to get me naked?" she teases. I can't help but roll my eyes at her utterly redundant question.

"No, I'm baking biscuits," I retort. It's not a clever reply, but I'm not overly concerned with coming across as especially witty right now. All I want is to feel the warmth of her skin against mine. 

"Before any more clothes come off," she says quickly as she - much to my dismay - wrestles herself away from the kiss we were engulfed in, "I want you to know I'm not currently on any birth control, so we'll have to use con- Sherlock! I'm trying to talk to you!" 

"I'm trying to kiss you!" 

"And I will let you, after we have a very mature conversation about birth control," Elena laughs. 

"Pardon my ignorance, but what is there to talk about? What methods of contraception you use hardly concerns me. I won't pretend to have any say in the matter, it's your body we're talking about, after all." She kisses me fiercely, so I can only assume I said something to deserve it, though I can't for the life of me think of what that would have been. 

My next attempt to take her blouse off isn’t met with any resistance, and I sigh deeply when the fabric falls away to reveal her gorgeous body. I sincerely doubt I’ll ever get used to the sight. She squints when it only takes me one try to open the clasp of her bra. 

“I don’t like that you know how to do that already,” she says, pulling her lips into a pout that makes me think several unholy things at once. 

“You weren’t so bothered by my efficiency this afternoon,” I remind her. Much to my surprise, she hadn’t been asking me to stop yet after four consecutive orgasms. She chuckles - a delightful sound that turns into a moan when I kiss her neck. My hands roam her body, impatiently following a downward trajectory. Never in my life have I been so thoroughly annoyed by a pair of jeans. My agitation clearly interferes with my dexterity - so much so that Elena barely suppresses a fit of laughter before helping me. 

I'm not quite sure what happens next, but in only a short moment, I find her on top of me. For a brief instance, I allow myself to relish the weight of her body on mine - it feels good, but I couldn't begin to explain why.

"Do you have condoms?" She asks suddenly, and I nod as I quietly thank Geralt for insisting I take them. "Good." Her lips are on mine only for a second, then they're off again, brushing over the skin of my neck, descending further every time they touch my body again. This time, I find that I am not quite as nervous as before - not that I’m given much time to be. 

Her hands work much quicker than mine once again, but I never get the impression she is rushing. I wish she would. These past two weeks have led me to wonder whether I am as patient as I always thought myself to be. Perhaps I am simply rather good at feigning composure. I find myself longing for her touch so much that it doesn’t startle me. In fact, I feel what I would most easily describe as a sense of relief when her hand wraps around my erection, my face and voice acting entirely of their own accord in accompaniment. My back arches off the mattress the first time Elena's tongue touches my cock. God, that feels amazing. The view is rather phenomenal, too. Sensations and emotions mix in my brain until I can no longer figure out where one ends and the next begins.

"Fuck," I groan under my breath as she moves her head up and down. Every time she goes down, she takes more of me into her mouth. There's a determination in her eyes that inflates my ego - apparently there's a degree of difficulty involved here that I didn't know existed. It becomes impossible to hold back my moans as she keeps going down until she finally gags. I'm fairly certain my first thoughts regarding this should be to see if Elena is quite alright. Instead, my mind is consumed by one thought, and one thought only: 'Do that again.' 

"Oh," she says, abandoning her ministrations and crawling up until she straddles my hips, "my baby has a dark side." 

"Please tell me I didn't say that out loud," I groan, but the grin on her face tells me everything I need to know. 

"You did," she says, the grin widening as she leans in to take my bottom lip in between her teeth. The sensation caused by her teeth scraping the soft flesh sends chills down my spine. "I like it. I want you inside of me, now." 

"Technically, I was inside of you just now," I reply without thinking, "can't we go back to that?" 

Elena playfully slaps my arm and laughs while she rummages around in the drawer of my nightstand until she finds what she's looking for. 

Luckily, she takes charge of putting the condom on. I don't have any hands-on experience, and… My thoughts are disturbed as a loud thud sounds from downstairs, followed by laughter that unmistakably comes from Mike and Danielle. 

"Why?" I whine when I see Elena's face morph into a pained expression as she attempts to choke back laughter. 

"What were they do-"

"No!" I interrupt, "I don't care about what they were doing! Really. Not one bit. I care - deeply, I might add - about what we were doing, and I'd like to keep doing it. Please." Yes, I am begging her, and I honestly couldn't care less at this time. I need her. 

"Care deeply, huh?" She lightly trails her slender fingers over my chest, fingernails scratching my skin lightly, every path feeling like a million tiny flames erupt on my skin in the wake of her touch. "Tell me what you want." 

"A minute ago you couldn't wait to jump me, now you're trying to make me beg for it," I growl. The faint hint of aggression in my own voice surprises me. "I want you to stop toying with me." 

Elena swallows hard and bows her head. I lift her chin and pull her in for a kiss while she slowly sinks down onto my cock. Neither of us bother with trying to keep quiet. It is both impossible and undesirable at this time. The tight warmth of her body surrounding me inhibits my ability to think clearly, but it is immediately obvious to me that I likely won't last very long. My suspicions are confirmed when she starts moving - slowly at first, but increasing her pace after only a few short moments. Half of my moans get caught in my throat - thank goodness. In the back of my mind, I hear her moan. The noise is faint: I can't say I'm particularly occupied with it over my own experience. It isn’t that I am unwilling to take note of her pleasure, it’s simply that I find myself once again overwhelmed by new, and thus unfamiliar sensations. They’re not unpleasant - in fact, they are far from unpleasant. I’d happily agree to a description that is more along the lines of ‘phenomenal’. Elena never stops moving as she takes my face in her hands. 

"Don't hold back," she pleads, "I want to hear you enjoy this." I can’t say whether it’s the sound of her voice, the look in her eyes, or just the timing, but it's advice I'll have to remember for next time. 

"Logically, I knew there was a very decent chance this would happen," I mutter while Elena climbs off of me and nestles into my side, "but I still feel the need to apologise." 

"Don't," she sighs, "I simply won't accept it." At this point, I am far too worn out to argue, so I opt to look at her until she elaborates, instead. 

"You did nothing wrong, there is nothing to apologise for. Therefore, you would be apologising without a cause, which makes the apology meaningless, thus inherently insincere, which is not something I can accept." I would say I hate it when she uses logic against me, but it would be a blatant lie. In fact, I find it incredibly attractive. 

Elena gives me a moment before taking my hand and dragging me out of bed, throwing on as little clothes as needed to be appropriate enough for the inconvenient yet very necessary trip downstairs. I silently curse the location of my room and the fact that I now have to navigate these infernal stairs in my current intoxicated state. Elena, on the other hand, seems rather unbothered by any desire for secrecy.

“They won’t care, Sherlock,” she reassures me as she makes her way downstairs in a rather casual fashion. She’s right, of course, I know she is. Unfortunately, that doesn’t prevent me from feeling a form of inexplicable shame regarding the current situation. No matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to find a logical explanation for the unwelcome feeling. I should be used to the indecipherability of certain emotions by now, but alas. It isn’t until I am once again in my bed, holding Elena securely in my arms, that the feeling slowly fades as I fall asleep. 

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5, 14, 17, 18 for Morgan and 3, 6, 11, 15 and 19 for Amelia!

Ooh double whammy, I love it! Under the cut, since this is definitely gonna get long:

Morgan:

5. What did your OC think their life would be like when they grew up? Has it lived up to that expectation?

It's exceeded her expectations, really. She expected to one day become a doctor and live...at least elsewhere in Central, if not out-of-state. Though as she grew up, she began to find friendship in the STAR Labs crew—who then became Team Flash and really changed her life by becoming her family. She didn't expect that, and she definitely didn't expect to gain a brother/platonic soulmate in Barry (and another sibling/literal platonic soulmate in Jesse). And yet...🥰 and ofc there’s more good surprises to come for her!

Her expectations fall short in one way, though: she always held out hope that Eowells would one day change his ways and be a good father...a hope she carried even during s1. She was, of course, disappointed. It's also in a sense a hope she carries post-s1—that he'll atone for his crimes and be a good father, like Henry is to Barry. She knows deep down that it's a pipe dream, she just...can't stop hoping. She hates admitting it, which is why she doesn’t really, though Team Flash all know 🥺

14. Who was your OC's first love? How do they remember that person now?

James, but not romantically as she suspects. Though at my current point in s1, they're dating. Things will be a little tricky for them for a bit once she comes out to him (not because of him not being supportive, he very much is, but because of the fallout of what happens during that talk), but some bonds aren't easily broken I wish I could say more lol but I promise, all shall be revealed in due time. The one thing you can count on is that one way or another, Morgan and James will always care about each other. That part will never change—even if the label does, even if there’s tension for a while. So take comfort in that 💞

17. How deeply connected is your OC to their past? How do they feel about that connection—does it hinder or help them in any way?

Very much so, often to her detriment since her past is filled with grief. Though she does try to hold on to the good too (and she has plenty of people to help her shoulder that burden, if only she'll ask)

18. If your OC were to return to their childhood home now, what would that look like? How would they feel?

Going back to her childhood home at Tina's post-s1 is...different. Strange, even. She hasn't been in here since she was 13, and though she's only 3 years older, she feels even older than that somehow, like she's already an adult. The room still feels like hers but also not.

Her room at Eowells's house would've changed slightly between 1-7 and 13-16, of course, though only in that Eowells let her indulge in slightly more childishness in her younger years. A little messiness, a couple fairytale books...though there are some classic fiction books on her bookshelf too (Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, Sherlock Holmes (most of them), etc)—she recognizes those, they were on her 13-16 bookshelf too. Eowells tried to get her to read them early, but they didn't quite take. She ended up reading them on her own at Tina's and brought her own copies to replace these (and then donated her young-childhood copies)

Amelia:

3. How did your OC feel the first time they left home? Why did they leave?

Well it ofc wasn't voluntary, it was because CPS took her once the Snap hit and placed her in a foster home. She was so young and so confused, and when she finally realized what happened, it still took a while for the grief to finally hit her 🥺

6. Did your OC have a teacher or a mentor growing up? What was your OC's relationship with them like?

Not really, no. The closest she's had is May, Otto, and Rosalie, her parental figures

11. What was your OC scared of as a child? Are they still scared of that?

When Peter and May were still around, she was scared of more typical childhood things: spiders, the dark (she grew out of this in a few years), etc. When she's put in foster care and bounces around, she's afraid her foster parents are going to leave her...and she's right, until Otto and Rosalie decide to hold on to her and never let go (even after May and Peter come back, Otto and Rosalie promise they'll be there for her in whatever way she wants them to be) 🥺

She still carries that fear of abandonment, though mostly about others now. Norman at first, Gwen when they're first rekindling things after Amelia gets her back...and Peter. Mostly after she finds out he's Spider-Man. She was already afraid he'd disappear on her again (as she's afraid of with May), but now, she's afraid he'll die on her, that's where most of her anger comes from.

(In the end, she loses him anyway. But the worst part is, she doesn't even remember)

15. What was comforting to your OC as a child? Do they still find comfort in that now?

Her brother's hugs always comforted her. During FFH and most of NWH...not so much. But near the end of NWH, after they reconcile...Peter's hugs are a comfort to her once more 🥺

19. What traditions or stories does your OC carry forward from their childhood to the rest of their life?

May's baking recipes, the Octavius dinner poetry tradition*, Otto's habit of humming and dancing while he cooks, Peter's fidgeting habit that rubbed off on Amelia so much that she found herself doing it even in the years when he was dead, and Peter's wacky bedtime stories (which, after he became Spider-Man, were just his own adventures with the names changed). To name a few :)

*every Friday night, they'd pick one poem, and over dinner, they'd take turns reciting it and talking about it. It was just from Rosalie's poetry books at first, but Otto sometimes offered one up, or Amelia. The only rule was that it had to be a poem...and often, Otto and Amelia used creative justifications in this regard 😂

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15Qs for 15 Friends

tagged by both @sherlock-is-ace and @vroombeams (many thanks !! :D)

Are you named after anyone?

Not to my knowledge, my parents just picked a name they liked (i was the one to tell them the meaning of it actually lmao)

When was the last time you cried?

Last week i Sobbed my eyes out at the series 2 finale of Astrid et Raphaëlle. Literally crying like a baby the entire second half of the episode (it wasn’t even a Sad episode. just very meaningful and well written.)

Do you have any kids?

Nope lmao. I would like them in the future tho!

What sports do/have you played?

So many! The mains ones were Netball and Lacrosse - i love playing sports so much, team ones esp. Dodgeball was also a fav of mine.

Do you use sarcasm?

I’m much less sarcastic than i think i am. I have issues picking up on sarcasm, so when i do you it i try to be really obvious about it. I mostly succeed.

What’s the first thing you notice about a person?

Like if i’m walking past a stranger? Probably whatever jacket/coat they’re wearing. Meeting someone face to face? Probably their facial composition (like distance between features). No idea why but it’s a theme. Noses are fun idk

What’s your eye colour?

Solid Brown. Looks cool in the light tho!

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

The only horror film i’ve rly watched in Tusk and i really don’t know if i enjoyed it or not. I am also not a fan of Zombies or Werewolves (freak me out) so more often happy endings!

Any Talents?

If you don’t count my ability to spreadsheet (how dare thee) i’ll say im quite naturally athletic, as well as gaining muscle and fitness quite quickly. other than that uhh no idea

Where were you born?

Somewhere in the land of Angles.

What are your hobbies?

Spreadsheeting! Genuinely I must spend at least 15h a week on excel having fun. That and reading fanfiction on AO3 are my main go tos if i have free time.

Do you have any pets?

Nope but i Really want an Italian grey hound or Borzoi in the future. look them up i have a Need to own one. plz.

How tall are you?

179cm! I have been tall my entire life and v happy about it.

Favourite Subject in School?

Purely academically, definitely Maths. esp at GCSE it was plain fun to do (helped that i sat next to my best friend too) and past that i think i just have a brain suited for it. Second Order Non-Homogenous Equations my Beloved

Dream Job?

I do not dream of labour or however that quote goes, but Ideally i’d like to use excel a lot. i wish i were kidding. I did want to be an accountant when i was like 7 so I’ll go w that.

tagging: @toilethamster @simplydm @siryyeet @ininininininstayoutstayout @russilton @hecksee @starsandfluff and whoever else. no pressure ofc!

[kiwiwinjindouche]

hiiii show your dh ocs!! (if you want to ofc)

YES YES YES!!!!! (thank youuuuu)

They're on ToyHouse too (just Octave is hidden and Nelly you have to be logged or idk cuz I have some things to change)

i'm about to kill myself I was almost done with the post and then lost everything

Aldina's story contains spoilers from the last book, The Veiled Terror!

(also this is set in the AU where Jindosh lives because the denial is real, and they almost all met him at some point too omg my love for this man is showing a lot)

I have a lot to say about some of them, so left to right =>

Sybill Howlet (SH)

I'm obsessed with Sherlock Holmes too and this was a way for me to combined two things I like, even her name is a ref to Sherlock!

She's from Dunwall, she was living in the streets with her sister but they lost each other a long time ago. The Bottle Street Gang was her family (Slackjaw went to father figure to friend over time). Then, one day, Archibald (Vinz's dad (see later)) found her and got impressed by her thinking and mind, and decided to take her out of the streets and help her use her full potential. Soon enough, the Outsider took great interest into her, and started to visit her dreams and help her find little secrets about everyone. He never gave her his mark.

When the Coup occurred, she left Dunwall a few weeks, only to come back and finish her current cases then leave once again but for Karnaca this time. That's when she heard about Billie's actions and omg what a queen. The Bank Job? such a masterpiece, outstanding, amazing. She loved following her trail around the city, trying to understand what she was looking for. She met Jindosh because of this, cuz she wanted to talk to him about the break-in. She enjoys quite a lot to annoys him (and just to roast people).

Aldina/Al

Her parents were nobles/friends with Luca, but she always despised him a lot actually. She prefers women company, and that's how she found out she was lesbian. The only man she never really hated was Jindosh, because she likes the Clockwork Soldiers. Her biggest inspiration was the witches, tho. She loved going to the Conservatory and spend time with Breanna, she wanted SO MUCH to meet Delilah, to be part of the Coven, to join them!!!! it was her biggest dream. But then, what?? Corvo comes and the witches are now gone.

Old men are so BORING.

Later, when the Outsider was no more, her parents died because of the nightmares. Then, she wondered alone on the streets, and kind of managed to fix a Clockwork Sentinel because the main program and such were still in good condition. That is how and when Jindosh met her for the first time. He took her to his mansion, thinking she could be of some use, and taught her some things too. Al' likes to creep behind the walls and scares the staff by singing lullabies and sea shanties.

Everything was fine, until Corvo came back. She wanted SO BADLY to kill him, to rip off his skin, to boil him alive, for what he's done to her, to the witches, to Delilah, to her first found family, to her broken dreams. She wanted so badly to do it, then found out Jindosh cared about him. She's making a very lot of efforts to accept the fact that the man who destroyed her hopes and dreams is now part of her new family, and eventually she'll come to terms with it... many years later.

Thanks to the Void stones in her arm, she can use a little magic, but it's very complicated. Jindosh likes to call her "little mouse", and she's friend with rats. Also she steals Jindosh's stuff a lot and likes to spend time with Alex'.

Vincent/Vinz MacIntosh

Archibald MacIntosh is a private detective from Morley, after a failed attempt at the Academy. He married a tailor, who died cuz of the plague, and likes to paint too. He worked with the City Watch for some time.

As for Vinz, he got inspired by his father, but decided to become a journalist instead (not like it was less dangerous, moreover he's working with one if not the most dangerous gang in Karnaca, needless to say it worries his father a lot). Anyway, Vinz came to Karnaca a few years before the Coup, and he's more than happy to be part of this major history event. Because of his father's past and everything he was taught, he recognized Corvo quite easily, and tried his best to convince him NOT TO KILL JINDOSH. Because, yeah, Vinz is a HUGE fan of Jindosh's works.

The silvergraph? omg THIS IS SO COOL to illustrate the news or just have portraits of people! The audiograph? perfect to record things and testimonies! The Clockwork Soldiers? They're not really worse than the Tallboys back then, and they could be useful too!! for, like, THE FUCKING BLOODFLIES??? people of Karnaca have more chances to get killed by the bloodflies than the Clockwork Soldiers. It's not like Jindosh was kidnapping children to torture them and eat their organs??? He's killing INTRUDERS in his very OWN HOUSE. How are thieves treated at Dunwall Tower, I wonder?????

Anyway, Vinz likes to draw and to listen to Jindosh ranting about his inventions, trying his best to understand.

(Archibald doesn't have a clean ref but he's not really important anyway)

And then, I don't have much about them.

Nelly

She's a maid at the Clockwork Mansion, and quickly became friend with Aldina. The two of them like to prank the others and going out. I think, at some point, Nelly will leave the place and do something else. It's not like she has a bad treatment - Jindosh barely knows about her, mostly thanks to Aldina (also she's the maid I make appear when I need someone in the mansion) - it's just she wants to do something else. Going on a trip maybe. I have to think about it. Btw, she's from Serkonos, and knows many things about Corvo because he's such a legend there, everyone knows about him. She probably likes to cook.

Caleb

He's a grumpy old man from Tyvia, but he lived most of his younger years in Baleton. He went to prison, but soon entered the navy when the choice's been given to him. They weren't expecting him to last this long. Now, he's pretty strong, and would like to have a fight with the Royal Protector to test his limits. Caleb likes poetry and the sea.

Octave Hearly

He's also from Morley. Octave is into cartoon and cinema, mostly. When he heard about Jindosh's work on the silvergraph and the "moving images", his heart skipped a beat and he decided to join him and work with him on all this.

[moriartyluver]

Why does Liam low key give me sm mama’s boy vibes

Louis kinda does too ngl

Remember what we said about Liam’s mother being a commoner from the lower class and working a lot? Imagine like a three and four year old little louis and liam trying to help their mum around the house😭

She’s the reason Louis knows how to make tea so well, idc

🎀.

Please theyre so cute aww 😭 😭

I need a liam and Louis backstory NOW even if it’s the last chapter of the remains manga idc

Also a bit of Sherlock backstory would be nice. And a Fred backstory. The only main characters we have a backstory for are like Albert, Moran and bonde and a few others ofc

Louis being really good at making tea is my favourite detail. It’s probably one of liams likes because of that

[drbtinglecannon]

I've deduced the main cast of TGAA's birthday ranges and subsequent potential zodiac signs, cuz I'm suffering from brainrot still. And yes I'm color-coding it cuz it's my blog post I can do whatever I want💃

Ryuunosuke, Susato, Herlock, and Iris do not age between TGAA 1 & 2. Ryuunosuke is 23, Susato is 16, Herlock is 34, and Iris is 10 throughout both games.

Barok, Gina, and Kazuma on the other hand, do all age between TGAA 1 & 2. Barok is 32 when we meet him in 1-3 and 33 by 2-3. Gina is 17 when we meet her in 1-3 and 18 by 2-3. Kazuma is 23 when we meet him in 1-1 and 24 by 2-4 (after we find out the masked apprentice was Kazuma anyway, he might've been 24 sooner but there's no way to know so I'm working off when it's confirmed)

Seeing as the events of the games went from 1-1 being on Nov 22 all the way to 2-5 being on Nov 4 the following year, that means Ryuunosuke and Susato's bdays are both between Nov 5 - Nov 21 since neither aged between games and were both present for the entire story. (Also that leaves the extremely sad truth that both had their bdays away from their British family & Kazuma on their way back to Japan :( ... But hey at least Yujin was around for them) That means both of them would be Scorpios.

When we meet Herlock in 1-2 it's Jan 9, meaning his bday range is between Nov 5 - Jan 8. That means he's either a Scorpio, Sagittarius, or Capricorn. [EDIT: Someone very kindly pointed out to me that Sherlock Holmes does have a canon bday, which I absolutely did not think about when thinking about Herlock, so his bday should be Jan 6! Which does line up with this range, making him a Capricorn! This does unfortunately mean he spent his bday away from Iris :( ]

The 2nd DLC case takes place on Barok's actual bday (ofc it doesn't tell us the date tho), which is during the 6 month banishment Ryuunosuke had from British court following 1-5 on April 16, and since he's 33 by 2-3 on Oct 22, Barok's bday is between April 17 - Oct 21. That means he's either an Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, or Libra.

As for Iris, she's the only one with a canon bday range, with it being either June 16 or 17. Obviously spoilers reasons this makes sense, however the issue rises that she should've been 9 when we met her in TGAA 1 and 10 by TGAA 2. Two explanations for this are it was a mistake her age didn't change (completely possible there's a lot going on in the games), or she's under the false impression her bday is a different day which is why Ryuu's pov would have her age wrong (a HC I have that Herlock uses to try and help create more plausible distance between her and her blood family when she was a baby). June 16/17 would make her a Gemini. The hc explanation for her incorrect age listing would have a fake bday be between Nov 5 - Feb 18 when we meet her, so a fake zodiac of either a Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, or Aquarius. But she should actually be a Gemini per canon.

Gina was 17 in 1-3 on Feb 18 all the way until 1-5 on April 16, and when we see her again during 2-3 on Oct 22 she's since turned 18, meaning her bday is also between April 17 - Oct 21. (wouldn't it be hilarious if Gina and Barok had the same bday lol) That means she's either an Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, or Libra.

And lastly, Kazuma was 23 at the beginning of the game on Nov 22, and by the time we see him again and actually know it's him in 2-4 on Nov 3 he's 24. Since he's absent from the game events between 1-2 on Jan 9 until 2-3 on Oct 22 and since he's not in the court record again until Nov 3, Kazuma's bday could be anywhere between Jan 10 - Nov 2, giving about 10 months of range it could fall in. That means he could be any zodiac sign except Sagittarius.

Edit: I'm adding Yujin because I didn't add him when I first wrote this, but apparently John Watson has a somewhat canon bday of August 7th, so Yujin would likely have the same bday making him a Leo. Yujin is 42 in 1-1 and 43 in 2-1 on August 13 when we see him again so that bday does line up with those dates. However the entire range that could be his bday is between Nov 23 - August 12.

So recap!!

Ryuunosuke

Potential bday range: Nov 5 - Nov 21

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Susato

Potential bday range: Nov 5 - Nov 21

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Herlock

Potential bday range: Nov 5 - Jan 8 [EDIT: Official bday of Sherlock Holmes is Jan 6, thus it's safe to assume it's Herlock's too]

Potential zodiac sign: Scorpio, Sagittarius, or Capricorn [EDIT: if Jan 6 is his bday his sign is Capricorn]

Iris

Potential bday range: Should be June 16/17, explanation for wrong age is Nov 5 - Feb 18

Potential zodiac sign: Gemini OR for wrong age Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, or Aquarius

Barok

Potential bday range: April 17 - Oct 21

Potential zodiac sign: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, or Libra

Gina

Potential bday range: April 17 - Oct 21

Potential zodiac sign: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, or Libra

Kazuma

Potential bday range: Jan 10 - Nov 2

Potential zodiac sign: Anything but Sagittarius

Yujin

Potential bday range: Nov 23 - August 12 (most likely August 7)

Potential zodiac sign: Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pieces, Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, or Leo (most likely Leo)

I know the game doesn't specify the actual years, but I always thought it took place during 1899-1900, given the Great Exhibition being at the "turn of the century" and lining up with when Natsume Soseki was in England while Queen Victoria was still queen, so that would mean going by these dates the years everyone was born would be: Ryuu 1876, Susato 1883, Herlock 1865-1866 (more likely 1866), Iris 1889-1890, Barok 1867, Gina 1882, Kazuma 1875-1876, and Yujin 1856-1857 (more likely 1857).

Anyway hope y'all enjoy this for bday or zodiac HCs, or just as something interesting to read that I spent far too much time on. 💖

[melodythebunny]

1st idea - combining a bit of what we talked about with Eris about a victorian style Wordgirl with the testubular five plus other stuff. So this is a Victorian/Sherlock Holmes/Steampunk Wordgirl au where Becky, who is 13/14 in this au goes by the hero name Shadow Girl instead of Wordgirl as she dresses up in all black with a black hood, cape, eye mask with a silver star. She is secretive about this and her identity due to the social cues and constructs of the Victorian era as it was improper back then for a lady to wear trousers (pants). She serves as an investigator/crime fighter with Scotland Yard. The villains have a mafia/organized crime type of deal with Professor Terror at the top Branch. Becky Boxleitner is the daughter of researcher Professor Steven Boxleitner who represent Jekyll and Hyde with Professor Terror being Hyde (Eris's idea). The Wordgirl villains are a mix of upper class, middle class, and lower class people. Those with superpowers are not meta humans but were given their abilities when they asked Professor Terror for them. It was all willing and no trickery involved. Lady Redundant Woman was a disgruntled middle class worker who asked Professor Terror the power to prove she can be the boss so he gave her the power of duplication and creating duplicates of other people as well. Nocan is actually a viking warrior who was frozen in ice before Professor Terror thawed him out. The villains are a mixed of inventors, cons, those who asked Professor Terror for power, or families with dark secrets of their own. See not every villain received their powers from Professor Terror. Some like Rhyme, Chuck, Invisibill, Victoria, and Eileen were injected with their powers from a few top scientists that were part of an old group called the Testubule (Testubular) Five. They become bosses at one point or another. Calvin, Athena, and Steven already villains while Doohickey and Tubing tragic villains. Becky does not know about her father being Professor Terror but he does know about her being shadow girl and does not mind her heroic choices but wishes she wouldn't put herself in harms way. The reason he knows was that Becky wasn't an alien. When Becky was very small, she had gotten very sick, Steven tried to help her as much he could with the doctors and medicine of that time but it was no use. Then Professor Terror decides to try other worldly means and steals a space rock from a museum to create the antidote. The rock was Lexonite which gave Becky her powers and healed her. Ironically it still weakens her if she is exposed to it like in canon. Bob was a pet monkey that was given to Steven after Becky was born after his 1st wife, Teresa, disappeared mysteriously. Your Carrie lore happens in this au also. As for Amazo Guy, he is a traveling teacher/ male child manny. (nanny for men.)

@drtwobrainsstuff

yea. the catswells fam is some sorta aristocrats

Caroline aka Carrie is the only daughter of a count family facing ruin and is set to be sold into marriage to a man she's never met. So months before the "wedding" she decides to run off with some help of beatrice.

Her parents are furious ofc since their only way of better income is gone. and yeah they do try to hire detectives to bring their daughter back. Carrie (she changes her name to clover >:3333) in the meantime meets steven and they fall in love. but then tragedy strikes. and she becomes Calvin's Frankenstein project oof @ninjastormhawkkat

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 6 - Using Again

The next morning was not what Mycroft had hoped it would be. He’d woken up early to go through his usual routine on the treadmill, receiving a text from Bethany while he showered.

I had a wonderful time last night, Mycroft. Please don’t feel the need to dwell on what you think should or shouldn’t have happened. There’s no rush or pressure for anything. Dinner was more than enough for me. Have a good day. – BW

Mycroft was about to send a message back when John began ringing.

‘Dr Watson, how can I help you this morning?’ Mycroft tried to sound as normal as possible.

‘Hi, Mycroft. It’s Sherlock, I just picked him up from a smack den and I’m taking him to Barts for a drugs test. I just thought I’d let you know.’

Mycroft felt his body run cold. ‘I see.’

‘Yeah, I mean, it doesn’t look good, but I knew you’d want to be informed.’

‘Thank you, John. I’ll be in touch.’ Mycroft couldn’t explain his anger and disappointment, why had he not been keeping a closer eye on Sherlock? What could possibly have taken his attention so far away from his brother? Oh, yes…

I will be dropping by Baker Street soon. Sherlock again. – MH

He sent the message to Bethany, knowing she would be able to sense his anger, but he didn’t receive a reply, assuming she must have already started working. Mycroft had a very good feeling that Sherlock would have a stash hidden somewhere in his flat and this was perhaps a chance for him to do something a little childish in response.

Mycroft made the phone call to Sherlock’s little fan club and told them to meet him outside Sherlock’s flat. He eventually told them to get to work and look for anything substance related, he then had the very difficult task of phoning his parents.

He stepped outside for a moment, holding the bridge of his nose and preparing himself for the difficult phone call.

‘Mycroft?’ That voice was the only one that could make him feel any better about anything. He turned to see Bethany in her work uniform, well, in her black polo shirt and black trousers. ‘What are you doing here?’ Clearly, she hadn’t received his message.

‘Sherlock.’ He said, gravely. ‘He often suffers from substance abuse and John called me to say he’s using again.’

‘Jesus.’ Bethany folded her arms, trying to make sense of it. ‘I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do? It’s not busy or anything, if you need help?’

‘It’s quite alright, there are people searching his flat just now,’ Mycroft explained, liking the fact that she cared enough to offer to help him. ‘If there’s anything else he’s hiding, we’ll find it.’

‘Wait, who’s in his flat?’ Bethany asked, but didn’t wait for an answer, instead she bolted up the stairs and out of sight.

Mycroft sighed, the phone call would have to wait. He went inside, sat on the stairs and thought on all the ways he could have help Sherlock if only he’d been paying attention. He heard footsteps coming back down the stairs, unmistakably belonging to Bethany.

‘They haven’t found anything yet,’ she said, descending past him and leaning against the wall. ‘But they’re being weirdly thorough, so if there’s anything there, it’ll be found. Are you alright?’

‘Fine.’ Mycroft nodded, but it only awarded him a slight tilt of her head. ‘I wasn’t keeping an eye on him. I was distracted.’

‘Distracted?’ Bethany frowned, before realising what he meant.

‘If we continue and I find myself in this position again-‘

‘Mycroft, Sherlock is your brother,’ she half laughed. ‘You seriously think you have a right to feel bad for choosing to help him over me? If you didn’t choose him, I’d think you were insane.’ Mycroft didn’t anticipate that response from her and it made her chuckle. ‘Look, I’m nothing special, I’m just Mary’s friend and you shouldn’t even be giving me a second glance, let alone anything else. Family comes first, it should always come first.’

Mycroft took a breath and wondered whether he should have gone on. ‘Even at the expense of my own happiness?’

Bethany’s whole face changed, surprised maybe that he’d asked such a question, or perhaps that he’d even been so happy at all, he couldn’t tell. He never found out, because the sounds of a taxi pulling up and Sherlock and John could be heard shouting outside.

‘…he always corrects it, he’s OCD, doesn’t even know he’s doing it.’ Sherlock yelled as he walked through the door.

‘Well then Sherlock, back on the sauce?’ Mycroft felt an instant irritation at his interruption, he wanted Bethany to give him some kind of strength to have patience, but she remained quiet.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘I phoned him.’ John cut in.

‘The siren call of old habits.’ Mycroft went on. ‘How very like Uncle Rudy, though in many ways, cross-dressing would’ve been a wiser path for you.’

‘You phoned him?’ Sherlock directed his question to John.

‘Course, I bloody phoned him.’

‘Course he bloody did!’ Mycroft had had enough, he was in no mood. ‘Now, save me a little time, where should we be looking?’

‘Why is she here then?’ Sherlock pointed to Bethany. His eyes darting between her and Mycroft.

‘I’m working this morning,’ she sighed. ‘Mycroft arrived and told me what happened. Why didn’t you phone anyone?’

‘Wait, did you say ‘we’?’ Sherlock’s attention thankfully turned back to Mycroft.

‘Mr Holmes.’ A voice called from upstairs.

‘For God’s sake!’ Sherlock yelled, pushing past Mycroft and striding up the stairs.

Mycroft slowly got up to follow, listening to John again question why Bethany was there.

‘Told you, Mycroft was outside,’ she explained again, she was a good liar, good enough for John, but thankfully not good enough for him. ‘He looked stressed, I joked about it and he told me what happened.’

John seemed somewhat convinced and Mycroft felt it was a bullet dodged… for now. He entered into the flat, maintaining his calmer demeanour, spotting the closed bedroom door immediately, but open to giving Sherlock every opportunity to own up.

‘Some members of your little fan club, to be polite.’ Mycroft glided in. John and Bethany following in afterwards, thankfully the latter stood closer to John so as not to arouse suspicion, though Sherlock was rarely fooled by such displays. ‘They’re entirely trustworthy. Even willing to search through the toxic waste dump you are pleased to call a flat. You’re a celebrity these days Sherlock, you can’t afford a drug habit.’

‘I do not have a drug habit.’ Sherlock said, like the moody teenager he often was.

‘Hey, what happened to my chair?’ John cut in. Mycroft looked to Bethany to give him a little more patience, but she was just watching Sherlock.

‘It was blocking my view to the kitchen.’

‘Well, it’s good to be missed.’

‘You were gone, I saw an opportunity.’

‘No, you saw the kitchen.’

‘What have you found so far? Clearly nothing.’ Mycroft turned his attention to the reason his morning had been disrupted. The bedroom door still sticking out like a sore thumb.

‘There’s nothing to find!’ Sherlock yelled and finally Mycroft had had enough.

‘Your bedroom door is shut,’ he began, walking slowly towards the door at the end of the corridor. ‘You haven’t been home all night. So, why would a man who has never knowingly closed the door without the direct orders of his mother bother to do so on this occasion?’

Mycroft’s hand was on the door handle when Sherlock jumped up. ‘Okay, stop! Just stop! Point made.’

‘Jesus, Sherlock.’ Bethany said, quietly. Mycroft turned on his heel, not quite being able to bear seeing what was actually beyond the door.

‘I’ll have to phone our parents of course, in Oklahoma,’ Mycroft arrived back in the living room and was somewhat aware that Bethany’s eyes were on him. ‘Won’t be the first time your substance abuse has wreaked havoc with their line dancing.’

Sherlock, having had enough as well, stood up to Mycroft. ‘This is not what you think, this is for a case.’

‘What case could possibly justify this?’ Mycroft wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t buying his excuses.

‘Magnusson.’ Sherlock shot back. Mycroft froze, suddenly realising what his little brother was really doing. ‘Charles Augustus Magnusson.’

Mycroft took a deep calming breath and turned around addressing the two fan club members in Sherlock’s kitchen.

‘That name you think you may have just heard,’ he started, calming and slowly so he was understood perfectly. ‘You were mistaken. If you ever mention hearing that name in this room, in this context, I guarantee you on behalf of the British Security Services that materials will be found on your computer hard drives resulting in your immediate incarceration. Don’t reply, just look frightened and scuttle.’ They did as they were told and almost ran out of the flat. Mycroft turned back to Sherlock and John, Bethany still standing to one side. ‘I hope I won’t have to threaten you as well.’ He purposely directed his words to John and not her.

‘Well, I think we’d both find that embarrassing.’ John said, making Sherlock giggle like a child.

‘If it’s all the same to you, Miss Wheeler,’ he couldn’t stand to look at her while he spoke. ‘I would ask that you return to work or at least make yourself scarce.’ It took her a moment, but eventually she sighed and left the flat. All three of them waited a moment before continuing.

‘Now that was interesting.’ Sherlock stood closer to Mycroft, trying to intimidate him. ‘You threatened everyone else, even considered doing the same to John, but not to a woman you barely know-‘

‘Sherlock.’ Mycroft wouldn’t let his drug addled mind get to him like this.

‘Unless of course, you know her better than you’re letting on-‘

‘Listen to me.’

‘What were you doing last night, Mycroft?’ Sherlock laid down the challenge, but Mycroft wasn’t going to rise to it, not now, not ever.

‘Magnusson is not your business.’ He warned, lowly.

‘Oh, you mean he’s yours?’

‘You may consider him under my protection.’

‘I consider you under his thumb.’

‘If you go against Magnusson, you will find yourself going against me.’

‘Okay, I’ll let you know if I notice.’ Sherlock wandered around him to the door, but it was doing nothing for Mycroft’s anger. ‘What was I going to say? Oh yes, bye-bye.’

Mycroft went to leave. ‘Unwise. Brother mine.’

Sherlock instantly pinned him to the doorframe and held his wrist in a very painful position. ‘Brother mine,’ Sherlock growled. ‘Do not appal me when I’m high.’

John had somehow cooled the situation and Mycroft was furious as he descended the stairs. Bethany was outside, cleaning one of the tables, but obviously waiting for him to tell her what was going on.

‘Mycroft, what’s going on?’ She demanded. ‘Is Sherlock alright? What happened to your arm?’

Mycroft took a breath and decided to make a decision that would most likely destroy every chance he had with her in the future, but if it protected her and Sherlock, then it was worth it. He stepped up to her slowly.

‘I’m sorry, but we can no longer associate with each other,’ he said, again without looking at her. ‘Last night was a mistake, I shouldn’t have been so careless. I apologise Miss Wheeler, but from now on, it would be wise for you to remain at a distance.’

Bethany looked heartbroken for a moment, like she was about to burst into tears, but suddenly she nodded and gave a very fake smile.

‘Right,’ she said. ‘Fine. Whatever you want, Mycroft. Whatever you think is best for you.’

She didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, instead she headed upstairs to see if Sherlock was okay. He couldn’t blame her for her actions, but he hoped that once the Magnusson business was over, she could find a little room for him again.

Mycroft went back to his office and thought long and hard about what he’d done and what he was going to do next.

‘Mycroft.’ That voice deflated him physically, making Anthea give him a strange look. He turned around in the corridor close to Lady Smallwood’s office and barely made any effort to hide his annoyance.

‘Yes, Lady Smallwood, what can I do for you?’ Mycroft drawled.

‘You’ve only just arrived.’

‘Very observant.’ He said, sarcastically.

‘Something important keeping you this morning.’ It wasn’t a question or a statement and Mycroft had half a mind to tear into her.

‘A private matter, yes.’ He was giving her as much warning as he could without acting irrationally.

‘A private matter? Interesting,’ Lady Smallwood nodded. ‘I noticed in your diary your dinner last night was noted as a business dinner. Care to explain?’

‘What are you talking about?’ Mycroft frowned, Anthea looked a little sheepish, but he’d told her to record it as such.

‘Miss Wheeler said she was a friend, and yet, you recorded your meeting with her as a business meeting and turn up several hours late for work, forgive one for thinking the worst.’ She gave a disingenuous chuckle and Mycroft was just about ready to snap.

He cleared his throat, keeping his voice low to help control his temper. ‘Miss Wheeler is a good friend of mine who specialises in Chemistry, she elected not to come to my office due to her busy work schedule and therefore a business dinner seemed a more appropriate setting. As for my late arrival, you’re aware of how erratic my brother’s behaviour can be, it doesn’t always coincide with the most convenient of time periods, but in this case, it was a good thing that I checked up on him as he expressed interest in Magnusson.’ He caught the unmistakable look of guilt tracing over Lady Smallwood’s expression. ‘I don’t suppose you know anything about that, do you?’

‘Why would I?’ She defended, rather poorly.

‘I wouldn’t ask if I thought you knew nothing.’ Mycroft warned. ‘Good morning, Lady Smallwood.’ He nodded as politely as he could before turning on his heel and striding towards his office.

Mycroft sat down behind his desk and held the bridge of his nose while Anthea went through everything he’d missed and what he had coming up that day. It would be a long one to say the least.

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