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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months ago

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Scarlet Trials

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

You had it all. The loving witch turned wife. Two beautiful, amazing twin boys. A nice little home in Queens. It was the perfect life.

You and Wanda were just enjoying a nice little date day flying through the New York skyline. The boys were with their Uncle Wong, as you called him.

Wanda couldn’t help but giggle, this life she had with you was absolutely perfect, the best kind of domestic bliss. You found a little nook hidden by the buildings and set up a little web hammock for you and your witch lover. She curled into your side, relaxing.

“Best life” she whispered into your ear before topping it off with a kiss.

“Only life” you whispered back.

And then he appeared. Miguel O’Hara the 2099 version of Spider-Man. He burst through a portal in front of you and Wanda, claws drawn.

You and Wanda quickly evaded him, his claws slashing through the web hammock.

“Detka!” Wanda screamed. Miguel went right for her. He wrapped her in an electrified webbing.

“Wanda Maximoff” he growled, “you are under arrest for crimes against the Web of Life!”

“Back off Cyberpunk!” you screamed as you socked the muscular Spider-person right in the jaw. He stumbled only a little before immediately trying to slash at you.

Wanda broke free and fired off a couple bolts of her own. Boom! Miguel was only knocked back a few feet.

“Who are you? What do you want?!” Wanda growled.

“My name is Miguel O’Hara.” he answered back, “your mere presence here is a threat to the multiverse”

“Back off!” You shout, “your little multiverse hypothesis has no proof!”

“Proof?! You want proof?” O'Hara retorts, "I've seen universe fall to pieces with my own eyes because of the magic that little witch exudes every time she sends out a little blast!"

You and Wanda look to one another, resolute, standing together as one unified team. This was your home, your world, your family. No one was gonna ripped that from either of your hands.

"We won't let you take our home from us, Miguel," you replied, steeling yourself for the battle ahead. Wanda's hands began to shimmer with crimson energy as she prepared to unleash her powers, standing resolutely by your side.

You and Wanda charged at Miguel. He came at the two of you claws drawn and vampiric teeth bared.

The ensuing clash was a whirlwind of webs, magic, and futuristic tech. Miguel's agility and advanced gadgets made him a challenging adversary, but your teamwork with Wanda was unparalleled. As you dodged Miguel's attacks, you coordinated with Wanda, using her telekinetic abilities to create barriers and disarm the cybernetic Spider-Man. The fight raged on, but eventually it reached a stale mate, with buildings around you bearing the scars of the intense confrontation.

In a decisive moment, Wanda conjured an energy blast that momentarily disoriented Miguel. Seizing the opportunity, you ensnared him in a web cocoon, immobilizing him. "This isn't over," Miguel warned, his voice strained. "The multiverse is at stake." Wanda approached, her eyes glowing with determination. "We understand the stakes, but we'll find another way to protect it without destroying our home."

"There's always another way, O'Hara" you stated as you took your favorite witch's hand. He sliced thru the cocoon and pressed a few buttons on his wristwatch. A brilliant orange portal appeared behind him.

"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you" Miguel intoned before jumping thru the portal, leaving your world for good.

You and Wanda swung home, Wong had long put the twins to sleep. You and your loving witch could only gaze at your sleeping boys with a sense of awe.

"Do you really think we weren't bound to meet?" Wanda asked you as she leaned her head against your shoulder.

"With how perfect we are for each other" you smiled, "and the amazing life that I have with you, I think we were made for one another. In every universe"

You gave her a kiss on the forehead. Your favorite witch couldn't help but giggle.

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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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Could you do fluffy hobbies reaction to reader having like stretch marks or scars stuff like that?

(Sorry my English isn’t good)💗

Thank you for the lovely request, angel! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, wrote with a female reader in mind but no pronouns used. Fluff.

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Hobie comes home tired, in one piece but absolutely knackered. He feels his muscles are about to fall out of his bones from the amount of swinging he did throughout the evening. Unfortunately he also had to patrol into the early hours, thanks to the vulture who decided committing crime at dawn is the perfect time to do that. The sun already rose, bathing Spider-Man in its glow.

He finally reaches the houseboat, opening the living room's window, Hobie finds you curled on his lumpy settee, the entire place clean and free from stray mechanical parts. He's incredibly thankful for your help, but he can't help his guilt eat at him. He only wishes that he could've helped, or at least told you it wasn't necessary, but knowing you, you would've had a way in making him give in, especially when it comes to taking care of him.

Just the sight of you makes his heart swell ten fold. Hobie has missed you dearly, he's been so busy with his responsibilities that you haven't seen each other for an entire week, only having a few minutes in the day to talk, which isn't enough for the both of you. That's probably why you've waited for him to get home, ending up sleeping on his couch tired from cleaning and waiting for him.

Hobie sighs, he's already thinking of a way to thank you and make up for lost time. Walking closer, he blinks wide awake at your outfit. Or his outfit for that matter, you're wearing his old band shirt, its color fading. His boxers reveal your legs, skin on full display.

Curled like a shrimp, you groan awake at the sudden presence. Feeling you stir, Hobie takes his mask off to not scare your half asleep brain. Silently, he sits down on the floor, facing your sleepy face. You slowly open your eyes, smile spreading over your lips once your bleary eyes adjust.

"Hi" you say softly like you're trying not to wake up the rest of the city. Feeling for his gloved hand, your hand blindly reaches for him.

"Love," Hobie helps you halfway, bringing his hand over to yours, you relax once more when he cups his palm atop your own. "You look bloody fit right now"

You snort, "even if I drooled all over your pillows?"

He brings his free hand over to your upper thigh, absentmindedly rubbing your skin. Chuckling, Hobie squeezes it for good measure. "I was talking 'bout your little outfit, did you go shopping in my wardrobe?"

You wake up immediately, insecurity filling you, sitting up, you grab the blanket you've kicked off in the middle of the night to tuck your legs under it. "Sorry, should've asked first"

Hobie's brows furrowed, "you don't have to, oi" he notices your downturned gaze, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing, how's the patrol? You didn't get hurt, right?" You play with the frayed edges of the knitted blanket.

"'m fine, just tired" he takes your hand again, softly, he interlocks his fingers with yours. "Love, what's wrong? You suddenly flipped"

"I'm– it's nothing, just realized I have morning breath"

"You know for a fact I don't care 'bout that. I woke up to that a hundred times before, kissed you in the morning a hundred more. You can talk to me." he ducks to meet your gaze. His mind rushes through several thoughts, nothing good out of all of them.

You make yourself smaller on the couch. He waits while you collect your thoughts. "I-I've got stretch marks on my thighs, sorry" hiding your legs under the blanket. Maybe you should've stayed in your long trousers.

Hobie sighs in relief, cupping your thigh over the scratchy fabric. "Lovey" he says softly, staring deep into your eyes. "It's a part of you, even if you've got scales under there I'll still love every inch of you"

"This?" He squeezes your thighs for extra emphasis "there's nothing wrong with it or you, and anybody who says otherwise can kiss my arse"

You laugh, music to his ears. "Thank you, I needed to hear that"

"I've got stretch marks too. Nothin' to be ashamed of, yeah?"

"Yeah" you nod, smiling softly, laying your head atop his shoulder. Hands splayed over his back in an embrace. He reciprocates immediately, rubbing softly over your tensed muscles.

Hobie lifts you up in one swift movement, you gasp at the sudden increase in height. "Let's get you properly tucked in bed"

"Will you join me?" You say into his neck.

"Of course, after a quick shower. I reek"

"I don't care, you smell great to me"

He laughs, "sure, whatever you say, gorgeous" Hobie slaps your butt cheek for good measure.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 8 months ago

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Hey Steph,

I am in the mood for some really long fics. Preferably not AU as I find those hard to get into. Although, like always, I am open to your all your suggestions.

Loves Seven.

Hi Lovely!!

Ahhh, I've a TONNE of long fics, and a lot of them AREN'T AUs! I'm gonna use your ask as an excuse to post a new list, and please check out the other pages linked below! I label if a fic is an AU or not, so just skip over those if you're not up for them! Enjoy!

NOVEL LENGTH FICS: 50 to 100K Pt 4

See also:

Novella Length Fics: 20 to 25K (Oct 2020)

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K Pt 2 (July 2022)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 2 (May 2020)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 3 (Jul 2022)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 2 (Aug 2020)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 3 [MFL’s] (Dec 2020)

Long Domestic Johnlock (50K+ w.) (March 2023)

Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug 2019)

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Long S3/Post-S3 Fics (20K+ w.) [Apr 2020]

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 4: 50K+ Words Pt. 1

Anxious / Worried Sherlock Pt 2 (Over 20K w.)

Long Pining Fics (50K+) [March 2023]

G,T, & M-Rated Johnlock for Newcomers Pt. 3 (20K+)

Genius is a Star Whose Light (is Soon to Sink in Endless Night) by LoloLolly (M, 51,812 w., 11 Ch. || Canon Compliant Through TFP/S4 Is Canon, Aftermath of Serbia, Alternating POV, Established / New Relationship, Parentlock with Rosie, Explicit Torture, Mentions of Sherlock’s PTSD, Mentions of Human Trafficking, References to Child Abuse, Violence, Kidnapping, Captivity, Angst with Happy Ending, Fluff, Case Fic, BAMF / Soldier John, Sherlock Whump, Mycroft and John Work Together, Marriage Proposal, Autistic Sherlock, Lestrade Finds Out, Polyglot Sherlock) – Sherlock had buried the past. Shut Serbia away in the attic of his mind palace. Muddy footprints at a heinous crime scene, however, have led him right back to old enemies. And right back to captivity. For God’s sake, Mycroft. Part 2 of the Earthly Pomp (Is But a Dream) series

Spare Parts by Raina_at (E, 63,497 w., 10 Ch. || 24th Century / Futurism AU || Post TRF, Pre-TRF Relationship, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Science Fiction, Reunion, Nightmares, Angry John, Cybernetic John, Emotional Discussions / Heart to Heart, POV John, Scars, Past Drug Use, Forehead Touching, Emotional Lovemaking, Kissing, Apologies, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission, BAMF John, Bed Sharing, Top Sherlock) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. Part 1 of Realigning Gravity

Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Fade To Black by twistedthicket1 (M, 93,389 w., 29 Ch. || Split Personality Disorder / DID, Action, Romance, Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Fluff and Angst, Baskerville, Human Experimentation, PTSD, Implied Self Harm, Trauma Amnesia, Past Child Sexual Abuse, Protective Sherlock, Smoking, Meddling Mycroft, Past Victor/Sherlock, Gay Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, First Kiss/Time) – John Watson believes one day he'll just fade. That he'll drown in the black spaces of his mind, and that one day he will no longer exist. It's always been like this, the dark spots marking out moments in his life he can't remember. Where for just a moment he's someone else. Having a Dissociative identity disorder, he can't even be entirely sure he's really who he says he is. Then he meets Sherlock Holmes. A brilliant detective who when he looks at you can read your entire life story. John is immediately fascinated and afraid, half-wondering if maybe Sherlock can see the other personalities in him and half terrified of the thought of him finding out. Becoming his flatmate seems at once to be a wonderful and horrible idea. Yet as John's Blackouts become more and more severe and his other personalities begin to truly awaken and show themselves with Sherlock's help, the two soon discover that sometimes even the kindest person can harbour a demon best left untouched inside of them. Because not all of John's other personalities play nicely and some may be hiding secrets best left undisturbed...

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #long fics #my fic recs #50 to 100K

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the-pen-pot · 2 months ago

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Fangirling on chapter 40

'Mercy?' Lord Berhart managed, sounding strained. 'Your Highness, you have left him with nothing.'

'I have left him with his life. It is more than my father would have offered in my place, considering the nature of Vernell's crimes.'

I can totally get that, even without seeing the whole show (I did see some snippets of Uther and recognised Giles from Buffy, the vampire slayer, that was a nice surprise.)

'Tom's still alive?'

Arthur inclined his head, aware that more than one councillor had taken notice of their conversation. He smoothed his face into an impassive mask and noticed that Merlin had done the same, erasing his shock. It itched at him, all the little differences they kept stumbling across. He wanted to find out what had happened to Tom in Merlin's world, just like he longed to hear about the scars that no longer stained Merlin's skin and the stories behind them.

It was not an idle curiosity, but a burning desire to understand more about this version of Merlin. The intensity of Arthur's own longing almost took his breath away. He wished to know him – everything that made him different and all the little ways in which he was still the same – but once again he told himself that now was not the time.

You know, it must be super fun for fans of the show to notice all the little (or/and big) changes in this story and this version of Camelot. It probably gives it an extra layer of meaning and in some instances delight or agony.... I am coming in rather blind (apart from the 'how long have you being training to be prat, my Lord', I haven't seen a lot more beyond that. I do know what the main characters look like and I also know that Morgana turned evil in the series. (She's that stunning actress Katie McGrath! 😍) But for me it's a whole new world and a whole new story and I'm really enjoying it!

'Would you then like to explain how you made a large sum of money selling grain across the border to Mercia?' Morgana arched an eyebrow as he spluttered. 'No? Then maybe you can tell the council why there is no evidence of a fire, nor any recorded births whatsoever among your working populace in the past five years?'

Arthur settled back in his seat as the Lord rambled through long-winded, meaningless excuses. Morgana's expression did not falter, but she emanated an air of icy disdain until Fennis' voice dried up like a stream in summer.

'Yours is not the only estate with inconsistencies,' she added at last, picking up the sheaf of papers and placing them in front of Arthur. 'Obviously, this is a matter requiring urgent investigation. For the sake of Camelot.'

OH! Morgana is so damn good! She is not taking any prisoners for sure! Those Lord's their lives will totally change for sure and they can all feel it now! I bet some of them won't sleep well from now on... Oh, being called out on their greed! I love it!

That's what I like about your stories, they are 'fully filled' stories. As in, it's not just about the main pair, it's not just about the romance or the leading up to the first kiss... It's about Everything in that world and with the people inside it.

'Neither your mother nor I truly knew the price, but it was not I alone who approached Nimueh for help. Your mother... She wanted to do her duty – to provide Camelot with an heir. It drove her every waking moment, and I could not deny her. When you finally flourished inside her, she was the happiest I had ever seen.'

As if, I don't believe him for one moment. From what I've read in the story so far he is the kind of man who totally knew what would happen and decided to do it anyway. 😡

He sucked in a deep breath, leaning forward to brace his hand on the back of Uther's chair. His position was awkward, but he did not care. He needed to look into those eyes and see realisation's dawn. 'Besides, if you knew you would lose your beloved queen to your quest for an heir, would you have stayed your hand, or would your ambition have outweighed your love for her?'

'How dare you!'

'Was I worth it, or not?'

Oh no, that must be one of the worst pains out there... knowing your parents don't think you are worthy, knowing they don't love you unconditionally, knowing you dissapoint them on an almost daily basis. Thank god Arthur as a close group of friends to counter all that poison.

'All right.' He glanced around the forge, taking in the frightened faces. 'Everyone out. We don't know what will happen. It could still go wrong, and if it does...' He didn't finish. They understood, but that didn't mean anyone was happy about it.

I love how they all would jump into the fire for each other and how they all worry so deeply for one another. Even over the smallest cut or bruise. Sometimes it's a bit funny, how they can 'overreact', specially Arthur and Merlin about each other. But at the same time it's precious and amazing and just warms my heart.

Oh wow, the ending of this chapter. I don't want to include the line because I don't want to spoiler it for future readers (alhought maybe I already did for some parts of the story?!) but I had no idea that was even possible?!

🤣 Knowing the same actor was Giles and Uther was a real experience. I adore Giles. uther? Not so much. And Katie McGrath is stunning!

I liek to think it's one of those fics where if you now the show, there's little easter eggs and things, but if you don't it's still enjoyable. You certainly seem to be loving it, which is brilliant 🥰

Thanks so much, as always, lovely!

(For those who want to try it out, Hiraeth is here)

#Q&A #Merlin #Merthur #Hiraeth

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wakacreations · 3 months ago

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The Grove: A Private Matter

by WakaCreations

Your delicate hand traces over these old scars of mine. Furrowing brows, a bitten lip as that mind of yours works to unravel their story.

“You need not worry about those. Would it surprise you to say I got those from my early training days?”

You tilted my chin up as you gazed upon the road map of faded lines across my face. “If anything.. I was never the person who wasn't easily swayed with snide comments here or there.”

A smirk graced those lips of yours. “So, you say and as I've seen,” you purred perched on my desk. “You've made that very clear to Aradin, Commander.,” mischief alight in your eyes.

“Well. I.. did what was necessary to keep those who are foul tongued in line,” as I placed my hand upon yours that rests on my cheek.

“Every battle I fought was in the name of prideful justice.”

“Hmm?~”

Pressing a tender kiss to your fingertips, “That is to say, I do what is right.” Another kiss upon your palm, “but if I gain additional valor and prestige was more fuel to my hot blood of mine.”

My lips grazed the inner wrist of yours, “That was who I was as a young Hellrider. Well deserved verbal lashings, justified brawls and all.” I couldn't help but look away.

“Over the years, I've grown to keep a tight lip and a clenched fist. Being too prideful is a cost too great in my line of work.”

A weight too heavy that even in death the soul will be encumbered. I loosen my grip on your wrist letting my hand fall onto the desk.

“Though, I can't help that part of my younger self resurfaces.” I took a glance at you, your brow was quirked upwards as if perplexed by my own confession. You held my face with such care.

“You enjoy putting people in their place. That is hardly a crime Hellrider,” you teased. You placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“From what I have witnessed you don't allow your pride to cloud your judgment. I won't hold you to who you once were.” Your thumb stroking my cheek.

“Allow yourself some peace of clemency, Zevlor,” as you cast me a sweet smile.

“In time I will be able.” My forehead softly bunted against yours.

“I'll be here waiting and willing to remind you.” Your arms pulling me into a warm tight embrace.

“Such a comfort is a luxury I fear to accept.” Your doe-eyes looking upon me So self-assured with unwavering resolve. I close my eyes as my heart stirs.

“We have all the time in the world.” Your words ghosted the crook of my neck. If the gods are willing I hope you are right.

#bg3 #bg3 zevlor #zevlor #zevlor nation #zevlor bg3 #zev poetry

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somethingclevermahogony · 5 months ago

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Put the things your OC has done in bold

This is the first time I've seen this one, thanks @unrepentantcheeseaddict!

I'll go ahead and have this list be at the end of the first book, rather than at the beginning, if I didn't Narul's list would be pretty boring.

Narul

Akard

Otilia

Tagging @illarian-rambling, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @paeliae-occasionally, @mk-writes-stuff

#testamentsofthegreensea #writing #tag game

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saturnine-saturneight · 5 months ago

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bold what applies to your OC

Thank you to @fortunatetragedy for the tag!!!! [here]

Rules: As the title implies, bold/highlight which of the items applies to your OC!

I'm gonna condense this a little. We have Nat, Ron, or both of them.

I've seen this go around a couple times now and I have no idea who hasn't done it yet :( So this is an open tag! Template under the cut

#tag games

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harmonic-melodii · 5 months ago

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Bold What Applies to Your OC Tag

Thanks for putting this on my feed @davycoquette!!

Going to complete this for my magical sibling trio. I've got a lot of lore for them already, a lot of which hasn't been seen yet.

Jackson, Liam, & Annabell

If you see this, then consider yourself tagged! I love learning little bits and pieces about other people's ocs!! The clean slate of this is under the cut!

#tag games #oc lore #writing tag game #original characters #original writing #writerblr #writblr #creative writing

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westealtoys · 2 years ago

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I would really like to learn about your fhr canons and your step :3 i figure your step favors marshall :D

Hi, thank you! I'm happy to share ^^. Yeah, I guess I'm he's not exactly subtle about it. :D

My main Step is Ryder Becker. Average height dude, black hair, hazel eyes. His villain persona is Hunter, a truth-at-all-cost anarchist type and a tech-savvy fighter with telepathy boosters and strength upgrade. High arrogance and daring, because why not make him the idiot asshole for extra flavour. Yeah, right... This will be surprisingly long (apologetic) - so have a treat for a good start - my Steppy.

During the Gala he had messed up the Rangers badly. In the end he 'didn't kill anybody, but had seen enough death to last him a lifetime', enough to question his motives and settle for 'killing villains and agents, not civilians' eventually. That's why during encounter with The Marshall in Carter's mansion, when things go south, he takes the leadership over to save the staff. First red flag. I should have known something's up…

The Heartbreak incident leaves him with an Outsider scar, making it difficult for him to pursue meaningful connections. This changes in Retribution, where his fondness for Spoon expands into the fondness for the Marshall. Red flag.

Ryder develops the Wei Chen addiction (even if he's still in denial and says it's about Spoon) and I'm sure it's contagious, because by now I have one, too. Another red flag. There's also this 'thing' with Ortega reaching back his Sidestep days, making things 'complicated'. Because why not eat a cake and have a cake…

He doesn't confess to anyone, identity kept secret. Argent knows only that he's a Re-Gene. But since he has a subtlety of a brick, Marshall has already managed to connect all the dots, which he makes obvious during the kiss scene…

Anyway, Ryder's self preservation instinct kicks in (whatever's left of it) as he decides against attending the HG meeting in person. So while the puppet is stuck in the Hospital, he tracks HG movement and pinpoints it to the exact location. Soon HG will know Hunter's wrath. (insert evil laugh here)

The call from Wei Chen catches him of guard, but he agrees to a meeting, which (we well know) ends with some lovely fireworks and a relationship status change. To break whatever's left of the thin ice he's standing on, Ryder confesses to Chen about being Hunter. RED FL… you know what, nevermind. It's too late for any flags anyway, the dashboard is full of them by now. They become bros in crime. Sort of.

So that's how the narrative of I-don't-care-about-the-consequences changes into one of I'll-destroy-you-if-you-as-much-as-touch-the-Marshall. At this point I'm completely out of control. We don't have the mental power required to stop smooching Wei Chen. The Dog and the Dog dad were a trap and we fell for it. There just weren't enough red flags on the way to know how it all will end.

I've accepted the defeat and came to peace with the knowledge I don't have what it takes to follow the-truth-at-all-cost path and that Ryder is not exactly how I've painted him. If you managed to read through this wall of text - I love you - thank you for enduring. <3

#fhr #sidestep #ryder becker #ask #thank you again!#🤗

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thevoidscreams · 2 years ago

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Kage x reader for @2lim3rz

My half of our fic trade

18+ pet name warning and smut

Also, this is not peer review. Sorry for any mistakes, I tried to get them all, but I'm sure I missed some.

Death was an awful smell with so many components. The rotting of bodies, the smoke that rose from charred biological materials, and even the reek of fear that hung like a heavy curtain over those on the field of battle.

But nothing seemed to phase Kage. He had seen so much death and dealt a great deal of it himself. So watching him scoop a spoonful of corpse starch into his scarred mouth as he went on about some old grievance while the world around you literally burned was a bit surreal to say the least. You hadn't been with the 13th penal legion long. Only about six months at most. But that was a lot longer than most of the new recruits. All of those who'd been sent here with you were dead now.

"Only that idiot liked my girl, so I put a bullet between his eyes." Kage described the scene, making exaggerated movements with his hands as if acting out the scene so he could relive that moment.

"So did killing your captain make her like you?" You found the courage to ask at last.

"Nah, just got me arrested. Now I'm here." He said as if he hadn't just admitted to killing a man who he viewed as competition for the girl he liked.

"Ah, I see." Kage scooted closer. You could smell the scent of death coming from him. The air seemed thicker, and his grin did not reveal a pretty set of teeth. You felt very out of place in this group. Your crime was trying to feed your family. Theft was a punishable offense on any planet, but on yours, it'd carried a death sentence. It was a stupid thing to be killed for, a bit of bread and some eggs. You'd been so embarrassed that you refused to reveal the nature of your crimes to anyone in the 13th, except your captain. And he didn't give a fuck what you were there for, just that you were fighting and not fucking off when he commanded you to do something. It garnered you a bit of a reputation.

"So you gonna finally tell me? I've shown you mine, why not show me yours?" Kage was so close you could feel his heat. You shrugged. "Not much to say. Just that I broke the law and ended up here."

"Oh c'mon babe, you gotta give me more than that." Kage urged, pressing you for further details.

"What was it, murder? Theft? Selling contraband? Wait, no, don't tell me. It was heresy, wasn't it?"

You sighed. He had guessed it, it just wasn't that exciting.

"C'mon... Didn't I give you part of my rations? You owe me an explanation, at least."

"You gave me those because you wanted to sleep with me."

"Yeah but we didn't sleep together, so I'll take this instead."

It did leave you feeling a bit like you owed him. Food was worth more than gold out here. Kage looked at you earnestly, and there was a sparkle in his eyes you couldn't deny.

"Fine." You finally caved. "Yes!" Kage whooped and nearly fell off the log you two had commandeered as your lunch spot.

"But this stays between us. NO ONE and I mean no one is allowed to know besides you. Got it?"

Kage nodded and smiled. It warped the pock marked features of his face, but it made your heart stutter seeing the happiness there.

"So. I did steal something. My crime was theft."

"I guessed it. You owe me a kiss."

You shook your head but couldn't help the smile that crept over your face.

"So what did you steal love? Jewels, guns or something even more valuable?"

"Bread and eggs." You explained. "I stole bread and eggs."

Kage's expression fell and for a moment he seemed lost.

"Bread and eggs?"

"Yeah. My mom and brothers were starving to death right in front of me. Day by day, little by little. My brother developed a cough, and it wouldn't stopped and his body was too weak to fight. I knew that without something of substance, he'd die. And mom was too weak to keep working extra shifts, I was getting pretty weak myself. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I stole. My brothers and mother ate for the first time in days, but I got found out. The choices were rot in a cell till they had time to kill me or fight. Even though I tried to deny the charges, someone ratted, and I was shipped off here." You looked down at your can of starch and realized that this was the first time you'd actually admitted it out loud. Admitted to the theft.

"But that's... That's so dumb, you were just trying to feed your family, your not a criminal like the rest of us."

And there it was, the stabbing feeling in your chest, you'd opened up, and now you were going to be an outcast. Not even Kage was going to accept you after this it was so dumb of you. "If anything, you're a hero, to your family, at least. But someone like you doesn't deserve a punishment like this."

The sincerity in his words struck you. He was being honest, and his opinion of you made your heart hammer. He didn't hate you.

"So what your saying is that you wish you hadn't met me?"

Kage looked at you shocked. "Throne," He breathed, "Not at all, your the only person here I feel like I can really talk to."

You felt a bit light, like a weight had been stripped away.

"I'm glad I met you too Kage, your fun to hang around with and I like you."

His earnest smile turned a bit darker and the glint of happiness in his eyes became far more lecherous. "Enough to let me have a go at you?"

"Is that even allowed? I mean you are my lieutenant."

"It's allowed if we both want to. We are on a short break, and I could use some fun after all that." He gestured to the general destruction of the smoking landscape around you.

"Fair point." You agreed and scooped the last of your canned food into your mouth.

"Lets do it...if we can find a place."

Kage stood rather quickly. Holding out a hand to help you to your feet. You took it and a thrill shot through you as he pulled you up effortlessly with almost no help from you.

"I know a place, trust me." He said, and began to escort you across the field where you'd been fighting just hours before.

It didn't take a genius to realize you were being led towards an armored vehicle. You didn't spend much time learning the names of all of them because you never thought you'd live long enough for it to actually matter.

He opened the door and gestured for you to go in. "Ladies first."

"Lieutenant, what brings you to our humble tin can?" The man must have been the driver, he and the two other men gave you a side eye, not looking at you too closely.

"Men, I am going to have to ask for a bit of privacy, I'll be commandeering this fine truck for a bit."

"Um sir, we don't have orders to go anywhere." One of the other men chimed in.

"Well then its a good thing I'm not taking it anywhere."

The men looked at him and then to you, really looking at you for the first time. Understanding dawned on their faces one by one and they nodded and mumbled their apologies for the misunderstanding before they filed out.

"Well at least they were polite about it." You chuckled, but were surprised when you turned to look at your comrade to find him already half undressed.

"Uh shouldn't we lock the doors? What if someone tries to come in?"

"Babe the word of what I'm about to do to you is going to spread like wildfire. Within an hour most the men and woman outside this transport are going to know what we've been up to. No one is going to try and come in here. Trust me."

You nodded, understanding.

"Now are you gonna undress, or do you want me to do that for you?"

Your heart was racing as you unzipped the front of you top, while also trying to toe off your boots. It had been forever since you'd done anything like this. Your body had been aching for someone's touch.

Kage was undressed before you, dog tags swinging as he moved towards you to help with your boots and socks. You tried not to look, but your eyes wondered down his muscular chest and stomach to the thick cock between his legs.

"Like it?" He teased as he caught you staring.

"Bigger than I expected." You tossed back, and Kage's smirk widened. "Only the best for you, babe."

After your boots went your pants. You'd thought the uniform one piece when you first saw it, but now you knew that the dirt and grin of the battlefield just made it harder to distinguish what was top from what was bottom.

As Kage slid them off, you worked off your top revealing a ratty tank top underneath.

Kage unashamedly reached out to cup your breast. "No bra? Darling, you shouldn't have."

She shooed his hand off to finish undressing. "Oh haha, you know as well as I that we can't afford luxurious under garments like bras."

Kage was stiff before, but now, seeing you fully exposed, he was painfully hard.

"Shit, you're pretty." You cheeks colored at that, visible even under the grim of battle.

"You're not half bad yourself." He reached out to touch you again, but this time, his hands pulled you closer and his lips found yours.

It was a tender kiss, full of need and touch starved longing. Kage kissed you like your lips were the answer to fixing every wrong in the universe.

You nearly fell back as you were at an awkward angle near the floor. But the lieutenant caught you. Lowering you with softness.

His mouth parted from yours reluctantly. "Oh babe, you might want to stop me now. Cause if you don't, I don't think we'll ever leave this truck."

"Well... you know how to drive, right? So I don't see the problem."

His eyes practically glowed in delight at your words.

"Darling, I like the way you think." He guided you back onto one of the seats, reclining it as far back as it would go. "Here, let's get you sat." Kage laid you back with a gentleness you didn't expect. His rough hands glided along your body as though you were something fragile and priceless.

He sank to his knees in front of the seat, and you parted your legs for him without a second thought. "Mmm, that's a good girl." He praised, and you felt your heart skip a beat. "Of course, Sir." The flash in his eyes was hard to miss as leaned forward to kiss your lower lips.

The pleasure of the sensation was so strong that you shivered and hardly managed to stiffle a moan. "I want to hear you, do you understand me?"

"Sir, yes, sir, lieutenant." You said and saluted him. Kage growled and dove into the lips of your pussy without another second of hesitation.

You nearly choked on your own spit as you gasped in shock and pleasure. Kages tongue worked magic against your folds and clit. Circling the tend nerve bundle before dipping into your pussy. And true to your word, you moaned the whole while. At some point, your fingers found their way into his hair, and you pulled his face in closer as your thighs trembled.

Kage only chuckled at the needy display before he pulled his mouth away. His rough palms pushed your legs up over his shoulders, and he returned to serving you with his mouth.

His name fell like a prayer from your mouth, and you squeaked as his fingers prodded your entrance, pushing into you with no resistance.

"You're getting real wet for me." He murmured against your clit. Kissing it as his fingers worked your tight entrance. "I know this isn't all my doing. You must really enjoy my mouth huh."

"Y-yes. I r-really like it." You stuttered through a moan as his finger curled against your g spot.

"You're going to tell me what you need to cum for me. That's an order."

"Yes, Sir." It wouldn't take much more just a bit more speed. "I need ..." Your brain felt fuzzy with pleasure and lust. You struggled to regain your thoughts. "Faster, please, I need it." Kage obliged, stroking your inner walls with more vigor, shifting his position higher and pushing your legs closer to your chest as he picked up speed.

You cried out his name as your first orgasm washed over you, covering Kage's finger in your slick.

"That's it good, girl." He cooed as he worked you through it until your legs were shaking.

You felt disappointed as his fingers left your pussy but it was quickly replaced by excitement as he lined up his cock with your entrance. "Are you ready for your next assignment?" He asked.

"Sir, yes, sir, lieutenant Kage." He groaned and kissed your forehead. "Keep calling me that, and I might just get hard the next time I hear anyone say it."

You giggled and leaned up to kiss him.

"What orders do you have for me now, sir?"

You emphasized the sir, and he pushed the head of his cock into you while grumbling. "You're going to milk me until I can't cum anymore."

"Right away, lieutenant." He kissed your lips and shifted your thighs around his waist, relieving some of the pressure in your abdomen. You felt his cock slide deeper and your fingers dug into his back as you stretched to accommodate his girth.

"Fuck, that's tight." He moaned as he came to a stop, he'd bottomed out and you felt it in your stomach.

You both took a moment to breathe. Kage would never admit it but he was fighting the urge to cum already. He'd gotten off on eating you out so much that he'd nearly busted when you came around his fingers. It had also admittedly been a long time since he'd gotten laid.

"Are you alright?" He asked, nuzzling the top of your head. "Yeah I'm okay, you can move now if you like."

Kage nodded and pulled out slowly, feeling every inch of you around him and loving it. His thrust in was equally slow, and you whined. Once he was certain, he would cum right off the bat he picked up the pace and grinned at the needy sound of your moans. "Kage, please, more." You begged.

"Patience." He wanted to draw out this as long as he could. The last time he'd gotten laid, it was a rush affair, and it wasn't very enjoyable outside of just scratching that itch.

It didn't matter though his own climax was building fast despite how hard he tried to fight it. So he picked up the pace, thrusting hard into your warm, welcoming body. Still, he held out until he felt you tighten around him and moaning your release. He let go and kissed you tenderly. As he filled you with his cum. It had been so long that it almost hurt. But he wasn't complaining.

He pulled out and gave your thighs a squeeze.

"Turn over and let me see the pretty hole."

You did as you were told and rolled onto your knees. Kage pressed his thumb to your pussy and gathered up a pearly white bead of his cum, then pushed his wet thumb against your clit.

"Hey," you slurred, your brain still trying to reboot from both orgasms, "that's sensitive."

"Oh? My apologies, babe. I'll just do this instead." He lined up his cock against and thrust into you.

"Fuck! Kage!" He groaned as you said his name. He loved the way it sounded coming from your mouth.

"That's right, scream for me. Let everyone know who's fucking you in here."

He wasn't slow this time, letting you have it hard and rough.

It was as of yet the best fucking you'd ever gotten. It helped that you genuinely like him, too.

Kage took hold of your hips and pulled you back to meet each thrust, and you practically felt your eyes roll back out of the intensity of the sensation. You were so close to cumming again that your begging was nearly incomprehensible. But Kage was fairing no better. Praise fell from his lips as he neared his second high. As before, you reached your peak before him, and it drove him o er the edge, and his grip hardened, bruising your poor hips as he held you still against him to not let a single drop of his release slip out of you.

Kage had to stop himself from collapsing on top of you.

"Fuck." He breathed between panting breathes.

"Yeah." You murmured back. And you both laughed despite yourselves.

Once he'd let you go, you rolled onto your side, and he joined you on the seat, pulling you onto him like a blanket.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life." You mused as Kage steoked your hair and kissed the top of your head. "Ditto." He replied and felt his body grow heavy with exhaustion. "I think we could take a few minutes to rest." He hummed.

"But aren't we supposed to be working? Captain will get upset if we take too long." You worried.

Kage just put his arms around you and held you tight.

"That's and order, babe."

You smiled.

"Sir, yes, sir."

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kayhi808 · 2 years ago

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More Than Our Scars- Part 18

It's weird how the strings of Fate are woven. Days later, you still can't get the connection out of your head. Something that happened almost a year ago, would eventually lead you to Bill.

How many lives did you have a hand at ruining? Blackmail made so much sense; you don't know why you never thought of it before. Granted, you never were sent out to seduce a target. The arrangements were all set up by Fisk or Wesley. If those men wanted to cheat, well, that's on them. They should have been faithful. Still, it sits like a stone in your belly because of the power Fisk now held over those men and what damage can be caused because of it.

Billy's going to a holiday party, representing Anvil tonight. He's a little nervous. It's his first time attending an event after his accident, but Frank will be with him. From what you made out, Bill attended a lot of these parties in the past. You had no doubt he was a popular guest. You saw the photo in his office and Bill had those Hollywood good looks, rich, he ran a sucessful business. He was quite the catch.

Bill walk out of the bedroom in a classic black tux, looking the handsomest you've ever seen him. You thought he looked good when he wore suits to work. "Wow!" Bill gives you a shy smile & tugs on your hair as he passes you to go to the kitchen. You get up off the couch to follow him. He pulls a bottle of water out of the fridge. "You look really good," frowning.

Billy cocks an eyebrow at you, "And that makes you mad."

"Yes. NO! No, I'm not mad." Billy places his hand around your throat & gently pulls you in for a kiss. "I'm jealous."

"Sweetheart, trust me. No one is going to be wanting this mug. I'm all yours," stroking your throat with is thumb.

"You under-estimate your appeal, Billy."

He huffs lightly, "I'd much rather stay home, here with you," grabbing your hand & distractedly playing with your fingers.

Realizing he's still nervous, "I was just giving you a hard time. It'll be fine. Everything will run smoothly," smiling up at him. "And if I hear of any woman trying to take you from me...I know where you keep your ka-bar."

Bill gives in to a hardy laugh & picks you up in a hug. "Message received, loud & clear. You know, you're kind of sexy when you threaten murder," wiggles his eyebrows at her.

"Put me down," tapping his arm. Bill release you, letting you slowly slide down his body. You shove him away, when you touch the ground. "Now you're just playing unfair," a blush coloring your cheeks.

"I'll be home by midnight." Kissing you again, "Earlier if i can swing it. I'll text you."

"Ok, be safe. Have fun."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

*****

Billy & Frank have been at his event for 2 hours and Bill's ready to crawl out of his skin. He now understands how you felt being out in Beacon. It got to be too much after a while. He can't imagine himself ever liking this shit. The stares. The whispers.

Frank subtly bumps him. There's a steely look in his eyes that has Bill on immediate alert. He follows Frank's gaze to see one of the most feared crime lords making his way to them. "Take it easy, Billy," mumbles Frank.

"Mr. Russo." Fisk holds out his hand, "Wilson Fisk."

It takes everything Bill has to calmly shake Fisk's hand. "My associate, Frank Castle."

"I've been meaning to have my people reach out to you. I've heard excellent things about Anvil. You've built quite the reputation for yourself."

Bill casually keeps his hands in his pocket so he doesn't use his concealed wrist blades & stab Kingpin in the throat. Shrugging off the compliment, "What can I do for you, Mr. Fisk?"

"I'm looking to contract some private security for a couple of my properties. Anvil comes highly recommended."

"Really?" Billy rolls his shoulder, trying to loosen up an old injury. "You can submit a proposal & I can have my people put it at the top of the list." Frank nods in compliance. "Frankie here, will make sure it gets top priority."

"Some jobs are more of a sensative nature. I'd prefer more personalized attention. Maybe we can set something up to discuss it. It could be a lucrative deal, Bill. I can call you Bill, can't I?"

"Sure, Wilson." Bill notices a muscle tic as the casual use of his name. "You can set something up with my assistant." He nods at Frank & Fisk & walks away. Frank provides Kingpin with a business card & follows after Bill. Fisk does not look happy. He used to people groveling for his favor.

Billy heads to the bar, where Frank catches up to him. Billy's got that wild-eyed look that Frank hasn't seen in a while. "You did well. Calm the fuck down."

Billy pulls out his phone & calls you.

"Billy?"

Releases his breath he didn't realize he was holding, "Babe, do me a favor & close the blinds to the loft. Try to stay away from the windows."

"What's going on? Are you ok?"

"Do what I say. I'm leaving now. It's just a precaution. I'll explain everything once I get home. And yes, I'm fine. I'll see you in a little bit." You don't answer, "Y/N?"

"Ok, I'll see you soon."

Bill drives home without incident, not that he expected it. He's sure Fisk researched him before approaching him. He just didn't want to put you in danger if The Loft was under surveilance. His loft is facing the river, but he didn't know how thorough Fisk was. He doesn't know if Fisk knew if he was living with someone, let alone you.

********

You hear the key in the lock and you hurry over to the door. It opens and Billy is talking to whom you assume to be one of his men. Bill enters looking as impecable as he left. "Bill, did you have a guard outside the door all this time?"

He kisses you and leads you to the bedroom, "No. Only after I got off the phone with you. It was just a precaution."

"Ok, now I'm worried."

"Fisk was at the event and he approached me. He wants to get together to discuss a job offer."

"What?!"

Bill changes out if his tux & removes his knives, "That's why I wanted you to close the blinds. In case he had people watching the loft. I'm sure he's done his reseach. But I don't know how thorough he'd be."

"You can't go through with this. What if he knows about the raid or...or Wesley??" You try to control your fear, but you're struggling.

"If he goes through with it, we can meet in a very public, neutral space. Then I can gauge what he knows and what he wants. He said he needed private security for his properties and some job he kept vague about."

"No, Bill. Please."

"This is what we needed. A way in and he invited us." You continue to shake your head no. "Babe, this is what I do for a living. I've gone up against worse people," he envelopes you in his arms.

You're upset but you don't want to fight with him, but now, he's just spouting bullshit. He has amnesia! He can't remember if he went up against worse people. You wrap your arm around him and don't let go.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 11 months ago

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hey hey steph! good morning or afternoon, wherever you are . just seeing if you have any fic lists that center mainly around sherlock’s time away/sherl in serbia?

Hey Nonny!

Ah, I have made a community post here before called Aftermath of Serbia / Serbia Fics (Dec 2022) that have several fics on it that you may enjoy, as well as some fics on my blog tag here that has some other fics not on the above Community post. AND I also have some similar lists linked below!

I went through my bookmarks and my MFL lists, and did a keyword search and organized them below, so I hope this satisfies the need!

And these aren't meant to be confused with Post-S2 fics! These are fics that deal SPECIFICALLY with Sherlock's time away and the trauma it caused! If you have a fic that fits that bill, please add it! This is a list that's been long-time coming, since I've been asked a lot for them :)

SERBIA / AFTERMATH OF HIATUS FICS

See also:

John Finds Out About Hiatus

John Joins Sherlock During Hiatus

Sherlock Returns from Hiatus Injured

Sherlock’s PTSD

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

Both Sides Now by Silvergirl (M, 14,724 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TEH / Reunion Fix-It, Bed Sharing, First Kiss / Time, Undercover John, Couple for a Case, Assassin Mary, Big Brother Mycroft, Norfolk Coast, Angry John, First Kiss, Worried Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Alternating POV, Infidelity, Meddling Mycroft, Emotional Love Making, Matchmaker Mycroft) – Sherlock, undercover on the Norfolk coast, texts that he needs help; John is still seething after Sherlock’s gambit in the train car, and he refuses. When Sherlock goes missing, Mycroft sends John in to pose as Sherlock’s bit on the side.

Your Perfect Offering by CaitlinFairchild (E, 44,609 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, First Time, Romance, Angst With Happy Ending, Rape Recovery, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Past Rape/Non-con, Psychological Trauma) – “Sherlock,” John continues, careful and quiet. “I’ve seen your back. I know you were hurt. I don’t want to pry, I don’t want to cause you discomfort but...I’m starting to think something else happened there. In Serbia. ”Sherlock rolls away and sits up on the edge of the bed, his back to John. “A great many things happened in Serbia,” he says, flat and remote. “None of them were pleasant.”

Winter’s Storm by LoloLolly (M, 51,812 w., 11 Ch. || Canon Compliant Through TFP/S4 Is Canon, Alternating POV, Established / New Relationship, Parentlock with Rosie, Explicit Torture, Mentions of Sherlock’s PTSD, Mentions of Human Trafficking, References to Child Abuse, Violence, Kidnapping, Captivity, Angst with Happy Ending, Fluff, Case Fic, BAMF / Soldier John, Sherlock Whump, Mycroft and John Work Together, Marriage Proposal, Autistic Sherlock, Lestrade Finds Out, Polyglot Sherlock, Aftermath of Serbia) – Sherlock had buried the past. Shut Serbia away in the attic of his mind palace. Muddy footprints at a heinous crime scene, however, have led him right back to old enemies. And right back to captivity. For God’s sake, Mycroft. Part 2 of the Earthly Pomp (Is But a Dream) series

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

MARKED FOR LATER

And one day you'll see the scars by thepurplewombat (T, 1,550 w., 1 Ch. || Post TEH, Aftermath of Torture, Angry John, Scars, Sherlock Whump) – songofages and I had a conversation about Sherlock's back in TEH, because really, how much must it have hurt to let John slam him into the floor like that after everything he'd gone through, and this happened. It turned out more angsty than I'd intended, and more Mrs Hudson-focussed, but I don't think you can ever have too much angst, or too much Mrs Hudson, for that matter.

English as a Foreign Language by standbygo (G, 1,739 w., 2 Ch. || Post-TRF, PTSD Sherlock, Reunion) – Sherlock is not quite right after Mycroft pulls him out of Serbia.

He Is Different, This One by ASilvergirl (G, 2,691 w., 1 Ch. || TEH Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Serbia, Neuroatypical/Autistic Sherlock, Snarky Sherlock, Big Brother Mycroft, Pining Sherlock) – How would the Serbian "interrogation" go if his captors knew that Sherlock was neuroatypical and had synaesthesia? This is an alternate version of the scene from "The Empty Hearse."

Wounded by Gregorovitch (T, 3,309 w., 1 Ch. || TEH Fic, Aftermath of Violence, Awkward Conversations, Sherlock’s Scars, Angst with Happy Ending) – John accidentally gets to see all of Sherlock's wounds after the Fall. Time for both of them to have a serious talk.

By the Rivers of Babylon by verdant_fire (T, 3,359 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post HLV Canon Divergence, Love Declarations, Exile, Pining Sherlock, Longing, Angst, POV Sherlock, Reunions, First Kiss) – Sherlock goes back to Serbia, and endures exile, boredom/torture, and a certain chemical defect, for the sake of one person and three improbable words.

Maybe I'am amazed by honeybee_motorcyles (T, 3,448+ w., 3/7 Ch. || WIP || Post TRF, Implied Rape/Non Con, Sherlock’s Not Okay, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied Sexual Content, HIV/AIDS, POV John) – In which what happened to Sherlock in Serbia had a consequence that lasted a lifetime, (literally).

Places in the Mind by Calais_Reno (T, 4,411 w., 1 Ch. || Post HLV, POV First Person Sherlock, BAMF John, Hurt Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Memory Loss, Pining, Heavy Angst, Regret, Hurt/Comfort, Rescue, Protective John, Love Confessions, Drugs) – John rescues Sherlock in Serbia after he is wounded. This takes place after the Tarmac scene. Part 7 of Just Johnlock

The Great Escape by Castiel_For_King (M, 22,299 w., 8 Ch. || PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is Not Okay, Unstable Sherlock, Aftermath of Torture, Flashbacks, Protective John, Dissociation, Suicide Attempt, Big Brother Mycroft, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss) – Sherlock's mind has ruptured...and he didn't even notice until it was spilling it's contents like a broken jello mold. The lines between what he thought was real and what he wished was real start to unravel and Sherlock finds himself trapped in the clutches of his own broken mind, with no way to escape. Luckily, he has his conductor of light to lead him out of the darkness.

Learn My Scars by meet_me_in_samarra (M, 38,075 w., 31 Ch. || Post-TRF, TEH Divergence, Aftermath of Serbia, Sherlock Whump, Caring John, Sherlock-centric, Big Brother Mycroft, POV First Person Sherlock, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Injuries / Scars) – After being thrown down and strangled, Sherlock leaves John in the restaurant, angry and deeply hurt. When John follows Sherlock to 221b, he learns that Sherlock's scars have not been acquired by “gallivanting around” for two years.

An Aftertaste Of Memory by Raithwithwings57 (M, 39,009+ w., 20/? Ch. || Post TRF, Rosie is in this Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Amnesia (Sherlock), Torture, Scars, PTSD, Divorced John, Divorced Lestrade, Misunderstandings) – Sherlock Holmes was believed by most to have died by jumping to his death. A few people, Mycroft Holmes included believed he died in somewhere in Serbia, tortured to death, though his body was never found. Sherlock Holmes himself doesn't believe either of the above, obviously. After being extensively tortured in Serbia, he suffered a traumatic brain injury that left him with amnesia, and deafness. But the doctors say that the deafness is psychological in nature. It doesn't matter much to him. All he knows is that his name is William, and that he was once (and it seems he always will be) in love with a man by the name of John Watson. John has suffered much in the last eight years. Losing his best friend to suicide, marrying and then later being divorced by his wife, battling for joint custody of his child, and generally trying to forge ahead and figure out what the seemingly bleak future holds in store for him. But what he could never expect is Sherlock's sudden return. Nor the man's conviction that once upon a time they were madly in love.

Not the King's Men by StoneWingedAngel (T, 56,183 w., 25 Ch. || Aftermath of Torture, Swearing) – John finds Sherlock three years after he thought he'd buried him, scared and injured; broken to such an extent he can barely recognise those trying to help him. Battling against too many unanswered questions and his own feelings, John sets out to put him back together, but never stops to consider Sherlock's return may be part of a greater punishment in store for the both of them.

Flesh and Blood and Bone and Heart by SilentAuror (E, 59,990 w., 3 Ch. || Post S3/TAB Fix It, Romance, Terrorism, Bombs, Suspense, Kissing, Indfidelity, Murder, POV John) – As John takes Sherlock back to Baker Street rather than seeing him off to his mission in Serbia, Sherlock decides to reveal how very human he is, after all, and the fall-out will have enormous consequences for them both...

I want to go home. Series by IwillbeReichenbach (E, 82,514+ w. across 3 works || Series WiP || TEH / Post-Serbia, Canon Compliant, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Sherlock-centric, Torture, Violence, BAMF Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Canon Compliant, Mycroft To The Rescue, Dark, Pain/Hurt, Injury, Waterboarding, Electricity Misuse, Rape Aftermath/Recovery, Humiliation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Broken Sherlock) – A version of the events that occur in Serbia and shortly thereafter. Sherlock is in for a rough time. I have tried my best to keep it canon compliant.

Shatter Me by Loveismyrevolution (E, 171,074+ w., 21/26 Ch. || WiP || Sherlock Dances, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst with Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Introspection, Mutual Pining, UST, Idiots in Love, Big Brother Mycroft, Implied Drug Use, Suicidal Thoughts, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions) – This is a story about two men trying to find their way back into the comfort of their companionship. No easy task in the aftermath of the events of Reichenbach, a wedding and a shot through the heart. They are facing a very rocky road ahead with a lot of introspection, misunderstandings, angst and pining. They each try to cope in their own particular way. Eventually, they'll find a way to communicate and learn about the true nature of their feelings.

Scheherezade by sgam76 (G, 197,576 w., 45 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF/Pre-TSo3, PTSD Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Humour, Protective John, Papa Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, BAMF John, BAMF Sherlock, Aftermath of Serbia, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Memories, Drunk Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Suicidal Thoughts / Attempt) – Sherlock is home, he and John are returning to cases, and all's right with the world--right? But a series of minor mishaps and injuries makes two things very clear to his friends and family: first, Sherlock's time away wasn't the grand adventure everyone has assumed it was; and second, that time has left Sherlock with a legacy that's bleeding into his life today. Sherlock is Not Okay, and it's not going away. Part 1 of the Scheherezade 'verse series

Define Vulnerabilty by TheGracefulBlueCat (T, 240,606 w. 97 Ch. || Canon Compliant, Aftermath of Torture, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Sherlock's Violin, Doctor John, John is a Good Friend, Flashbacks, Case Fic, Sedation, Sherlock is a Mess / Not Okay, Nightmares, Big Brother Mycroft, Asperger's Sherlock, Fainting, Sherlock's Mind Palace, Triggers, Panic Attacks, Hurt Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Blood and Gore, Drugs / Drug Use, Helpless / Vulnerable Sherlock, Protective John, Painful Repressed Memories, PTSD Sherlock, Medical Procedures, Drugged Lestrade, Lestrade Whump, Drugged Sherlock, Recovery, Crying Sherlock, Dissociation, Forehead Touching) – Shortly after Sherlock's return John realises something is very wrong with his friend. He, Greg and Mycroft try to help Sherlock as he falls deeper and deeper into the abyss called PTSD. But Sherlock is not ready to allow anyone in, but then the events of the current case cause him to hit bottom hard. Part 8 of the Lessons in Friendship series, Part 1 of the Hiatus series

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #aftermath of serbia fics #hiatus fics #serbia fics #sherlock's ptsd

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eternclsunshine · 5 months ago

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💕🎶 for imani/nick, solo/kareena, lance/lucy or trinity/duygu (pls feel free not to do all of them, i just couldn't pick djsskj <33)

Send 💕🎶 + one of our ships and I'll share three songs related to that ship! | accepting

I'll meet you in the middle and do 2 songs per ship! :')

Everyone below the cut~

Imani & Nick

main thing - ariana grande.

You gon' keep me warm All I wanna do is spend my time with you Even when the learning's done and nothing's new Always pull up when I call you, call you Yeah, you never keep me waitin', waitin' Got me trippin', I adore you

best part - daniel caesar ft h.e.r.

You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts You're the sunshine on my life … If you love me, won't you say something? If you love me, won't you?

Kareena & Solo

fuck 'em only we know - banks.

So come on, let's pretend that no one else is watching while we play By your side, that's where I have to be now, we won't hide I breathe your kisses just to stay alive I see exactly what you're thinking, I can feel you with my eyes

august - dreamer boy.

Amazing how the time flies when you’re having fun Isn’t it amazing, how the time flies when you’re in love Only a year ago - Three sixty-five on the dot Only a year ago I fell in love with your smile Where do the days go? My best friend My August sun My everything

Lance & Lucy

the love you want - sleep token.

I'll find a different harbor to lay my anchor in and you'll find a different way to keep from setting sail again but I'm still full of the love you want still waking up, beneath it all and I'm still full of the love you want, I'll reach for you on faith alone seems your heart is locked up and I still get the combination wrong or are you simply waiting to save your love for someone I am not?

sunlight - hozier.

I had been lost to you, sunlight And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight Oh, your love is sunlight ... Each day, you'd rise with me Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty

Trinity & Duygu

valentine - laufey.

I still feel a shock through every bone when I hear an "I love you" 'cause now I've got someone to lose ... And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine

xo - beyonce.

Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby, kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowin' And I'm crashin' into you

A bonus bc I love them:

Audrie & Luca › all night - beyonce.

True love never has to hide I'll trade your broken wings for mine I've seen your scars and kissed your crime ... They say true love's the greatest weapon To win the war caused by pain But every diamond has imperfections But my love's too pure

#gccdwitch #/ I'm fighting for my life with the formatting but :') this was fun

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lightpost · 11 months ago

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I went to a dark place, torment horror unbearable I'll never speak about, a place a soul gets ripped apart Divine found me and put peace inside my heart and it's a good place to start.

I always write letters I can never send so I put little notes like these out.

I just want my heart to be safe, able to run wild to see joy jump across his face is my happy place.

I accept you as you are, I have control over being a good person because I respect me, but that doesn't guarantee you will be good to me, so I can always walk away and sleep guilt free.

This different is madness but you can't hate the roses because you got scratched with one thorn.

Hard to believe how much damage can be done in a year, I was completely different last year.

Can a bad ending be redeemed by a good beginning?

I'm making flowers grow in the saddest parts of me, my tears are watering them gracefully.

Waiting for the day I kiss with a smile, he doesn't tell me to stop he gets me to laugh instead it's just a dream I have in my head.

One day I'll walk down that honored asile in those satin white ballet shoes.

Even as broken as I am, I am strong. what do you have to say for how I hold myself together and move along?even though I'm shattered, I never stop to wonder what might of been if I stayed, keep going always this is my healing and you and I both know us wasn't pretty.

Someday you will understand.

Civil war is coming, government wants us to fight, private owned prisons are owned privately for a reason, nothing will be safe, the slime from the dam one day will break water will be poison after that no life will be spared. beware.

Portals are opening, the kuiper belt is full of watchers, the watchers are aware, something is awakening. The ripple effect as just begun and no one is ready for what is to come. You can't run and you can't hide even their bunkers won't be enough to survive. This download is heavy head feels like it's splitting, from discernment because the government will use project blue beam more and more now from aliens to humans nothing will be as it seems what is real just might be fake and what is good will be covered as evil. nothing is safe.

What is something we always want but never have?

You can cast spells with your eyes? Show yourself is what I always say when someone looks at me I just call it out silently. It has never failed me I always see what's hiding. Yes you can cast spells with your eyes they never hide the heart or soul. Eyes speak energy.

WW3 won't be what you think, because it's already here, you just refuse to see.

I'll see my x again just not in the way you think, he'll be a ghost standing in my kitchen on Halloween I'll be in a dress surrounded by loved ones the teapot will whistle and his apparition will be his transition. He paid for his crimes, our last time, our final goodbye.

The devil exists, man created him so man had an excuse for his bad behavior to never look in the mirror and blame himself for the devil within.

From the core of my soul life will never depart.

Oh the damage existed, but control never lasted enough to choke me though.

I hate looking people in the eyes, you want to know why? I'll see all that you hide, you'll shapeshift right before my eyes I've a goblin come out in a woman before, I've seen the light of life in a dying man's eyes, I've seen a child eyes turn a soulless black. I don't look see

you have no idea what I've been through, kidnap, pedophile and pimp I'm not ashamed I survived I'll write truth until the day I die, I've been on the streets longer than you, I hate games humans play everyone's a toy until that toy breaks, I see the snakes, stay away.

No, I am no better than you. I'm only trying to be better than your pain.

I'm trying to act okay when I'm struggling. Have to pretend everything is okay.

The x is being questioned, his life is on the line, I can feel it through the timeline, my call is in due time I'm scared beyond fear itself will my pictures, will my scars be proof enough? Will the judge be smart to see his bluff? Doing this alone is rough. This is tough stuff.

I lay out my heart day after day, everything around me is gray, I am invisible in the storm when the heart is beyond repair.

Into the deepest darkness I took a fall, a good one too, no sobbing no anything at all just deep breathing, oh well whatever happens happens to us all.

He sold his black heart at the market, she dare speak of love it didn't touch everything but she changed enough.

Someday I will live in the castle through the trees, near the ocean to feel its salty breeze, one day I will be free, someday I'll love just a little to much for the star to see.

Sometimes sunshine just wears thin.

She looked in the mirror spoke to her heart, "I will take this winter, you will rise again as the sun, I will be braver to wear you in the spring, my love."

She's a diamond in the rough, that still deserves the daylight she's still a flower filled with delight, she's not your enemy, she wasn't your fight to conqueror she wanted shelter from the wind, to fill the home with tiny treasures, a way to say thank you but you hit her instead

Braided into bloom and fade, in need of proof of time that was real, touch them feel them, my storytelling tears searching for pictures of pages turned to debrie, something's are never meant to be

Tons of weight, anchored to a soft heart, buried under, cement afraid of another burden fighting the pull of gravity, twisting steel screams of cracking metal and bone, harsh winds and no release.

Running back and forth between high grief and little delight only trying to live for once in my life.

Between the sunshine and rain there is pain.

Soul to soul, nothing to hide, for we will meet again on the other side, so many fear that rawness, so few know the naked spirit without body only the true in truth know the mind, for there are no lies when are apart.

She no longer expects love or kindness back in return.

Such sadness in these eyes, such a bittersweetness in a smile, it's painfully written in the eyes, they give nothing to world expect everything they've gone through.

You taught me to go back to my heart and reread a few chapters differently with you in mind so I can grow up to be with Divine.

Soon I'll be living in my own home and when he finally comes along I'll get the chance to say I love you for all time.

#his voice #lifetimefitness #i need a miracle #2012 #december #minneapolis #sunday night

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