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I posted 91 times in 2022

55 posts created (60%)

36 posts reblogged (40%)

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I tagged 49 of my posts in 2022

Only 46% of my posts had no tags

#dc - 12 posts

#marvel - 12 posts

#dc comcis - 11 posts

#jason todd - 10 posts

#batman - 10 posts

#damian al ghul - 10 posts

#damian wayne - 10 posts

#dick grayson - 10 posts

#bruce wayne - 10 posts

#tim drake - 10 posts

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#sherlock holmes x pregnant reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

Come To Your Senses

Summary: Neither you or Sherlock are honest about your true feelings for each other. But is either one brave enough to admit it before you wed another?

a/n: part two of Don't You Remember, inspired by the song Come to Your Senses by Jonathon Larson

It became rather difficult during the weeks to lead up to your wedding.

First off, someone had tipped off of your alliance with the Holmes brothers and gave you more threatening letters. It became so bad that you had to tell your fiance the truth and it caused more problems as he knew your previous relationship with Sherlock.

Speaking of the notorious detective, he decided to stop by your engangement party to tell you of his suspicions for your case. Before he walks up to you, your fiance walks out with a furious gaze, giving Sherlock a dirty look.

Sherlock doesn't react to the pompous prat leaving as his only wish was to speak to you. You were about to talk to your other relatives until you saw Sherlock.

"What are you doing here?" you ask a bit hostile.

Sherlock lists his hand in the air, holding a small notebook.

"I have my deductions... I was wondering if I could have a dance." he says.

You don't say anything but you give your hand to him. You two make your way to the dance floor, where prying eyes were on both of you.

"The wedding is still going on, I suppose?" he asks out loud.

You scoff as your eyes began to burn.

"I don't have time for your mind games, Sherlock." You bite back as you two began to dance.

"Judging from the dirty look he gave me, you must had a squabble with him. What is it, he wants to hire another investigator or he thinks that you're having an affair-"

"Do you really think I would do something that awful?" you ask, hurt that he would ever suggest anything so cruel.

"Then what frustrates you and your fiance then?" He raises his voice.

"He said I can't perform anymore!" You tell Sherlock, who became shell shocked.

You realized you made a scene but people resumed to the boring festivities. "He said that I am unsafe outside the bounds of his estate. Every time I am on a stage, the more chances my life will be in danger. I can't act in front of large crowds or live as I please. I tried to reason with him, but he doesn't want me hurt. And I don't know what to do to get through... I don't know what to do." you say to yourself.

Sherlock stands still. "He can't do that to you. Does he not know that it makes you happy?" he asks.

You lower your head as tears threaten to fall on your cheeks. "I can't disobey him, he's supposed to be my husband." you say in a low tone.

Sherlock takes your hand and leads you outside from the ballroom to a quiet gazebo. You sit down, tears staining your cheek. He gives you his hankerchief, and you take it slowly away from his hand.

"If a man makes you cry out of sadness, I suggest you don't marry him." He says with care in his voice.

"I have to laugh, You sure put on a show." you bitterly chuckled under your breath. Sherlock goes up to you, kneeling at your side.

"Come to your senses. Defenses are not the way to go. And you know, or at least you knew. Where is that fire cracking spirit that didn't care of society's standards and wanted to create something wonderful?"

You shake your head in frustration "Love is passe in this day and age. I can't refuse the privileges that are to be gifted to me. If I call off the wedding, it will taint my image and my family's reputation. I cannot do this to them.

"You've changed." He says in a small voice.

You get up from your seat, trying not to let your heart speak its truth.

"If we feel as we did, and I do want nothing more than to speak of what's imaginable... but I can't. Love becomes disposable when you realize you can't have it anymore. I must play the part of his wife and I plan to do it flawlessly." You concluded.

Sherlock gets up from his knelt position and looks down.

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316 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

The Worth of a Flower

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Summary: When the Witcher visits a kingdom, he stumbles upon a mysterious villager. He soon finds out you're not so ordinary as you appear to be.

Warning: arranged marriage

A few days.

Geralt was to stay at a neighboring kingdom for a few days.

He was just passing by from a quest. He was famished, tired.

Jaskier was tasked to find an inn as he was annoying the Witcher. His fatigue wore him down as he accidentally bumps into a commoner.

He grunts to himself and looks down to the person that fell onto the ground.

But, somehow, his breath was caught in his throat as he saw you.

You were too startled to speak as you see a huge man towering over you.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" You stuttered out, afraid for what might happen.

"No, please. This is my fault. Let me give you a hand." Geralt said gently.

You were confused about his kindness but you take his calloused hand and brought yourself up.

"Thank you." You quietly said, trying not to blush.

"My pleasure." He said, feeling this unknown giddiness that was forming in his heart.

"I must leave but, I thank you again for your help." You said, quickly leaving as your cheeks were as red as rose buds.

Jaskier arrives where Geralt stood, wondering why this brooding man changed moods so quickly.

"You met a woman, didn't you?" Jaskier teased.

Geralt rolled his eyes and walked towards the inn the bard came from.

As the hours passed, Geralt could only wish to see you again. His wish was granted as he would catch glimpses of you on the streets, admiring the festivities or tending to the poor. He was shocked at how you would give a gold coin so easily and wondered where you would have such wealth.

It took him the courage to go up to you one day as you were picking apples at a stand.

"If you're wanting to ask me something, you'd better ask now before flies get in your mouth." You said, not looking up to the witcher.

Geralt feels like an idiot as his broad figure hasn't been the most stealthiest as he watches you from afar.

"You're not frightened of me?" He asks.

You look up at him, smiling.

"Why would I?" You said, admiring how his hair reminded you of a mane that galloped freely.

He coughs in his mouth and takes a closer step to you.

"I would love to accompany you on a walk if you'd allow me." He asks sincerely.

Your cheeks fall red again as you are most impressed at his chivalry.

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354 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

Mend What's Broken

Pairing: Druig x reader

Summary: Druig travels to Australia to relieve Gilgamesh from taking care of Thena. But what he didn't expect was to find you, their daughter.

Warnings: deviant attack, past hurt!reader, use of shotgun (self-defense)

Druig never liked the hot, dry weather. He was already missing the amazon jungle that was full of life.

He would have loved Australia more if Gilgamesh and Thena didn't live on the outskirts of the country.

But they had to, Thena still had mahd wy'ry. Gilgamesh had called upon Druig so he could take a few days off. Druig didn't mind of course, they were his family and he would do anything for them.

Now, he pulled into their house in a rental jeep.

'Not much has changed...' he thought since his last visit. There was the outside oven where a faint smell of blueberry pie hung in the air, there was the tree where Thena was mostly meditating or drawing, there was a girl that was hanging up wet clothes-

Wait.

Why is there a young woman here?

Did his eyes deceive him?

He softly walks closer to the woman who had her back faced him. She was humming a soft tune as she bent down to a basket to finish hanging up the wet garments. Her voice alone made the mind controller feel powerless, making him feel weak on his knees. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a type of peace he hasn't felt for a long time.

Suddenly, the humming stops. Druig opens his eyes and he realizes the girl has caught him.

What made Druig even more delirious was the girl was pointing a shotgun directly towards his head.

"Dad!" she screamed, fury in her eyes.

"Dad?" Druig repeated, raising his hands up high to show he meant no harm.

In a rush, Gilgamesh runs out of the house, ready to fight. It wasn't until he saw Druig that he put his guard down.

"Don't worry, honey. It's just Druig, our friend." Gilgamesh said.

The girl lowered her gun, but didn't put her guard down to the stranger before her. Thena appeared out of the house and walked up to the young girl, murmuring something under her breath. The two women walked inside of the house and Thena shot a glance at Gilgamesh.

"I didn't mean for you to find out this way." Gilgamesh said, finishing the chores you were doing earlier.

Druig followed the mighty warrior, confused.

"Why didn't you tell me you two had a daughter?" Druig said.

Gilgamesh released a big sigh and put down the now-empty basket.

"A few years ago, Thena and I were on a walk. We suddenly heard a scream nearby and went to the source. It was a deviant, slaughtering a small camp area. Thena and I took it down, she almost had a relapse until we heard a small whimper. She turned around and saw that there was a little girl hiding in a bush. She looked no younger than 7, and the deviant scarred her on the left side of her face. Thena looked up to me and I knew that we wanted to take care of her as our own."

"So you just kidnapped a girl without researching any family she had left." Druig bit back.

Gilgamesh felt a fury in him and stepped in front of Druig.

"Don't you ever insist that, we did the right thing. My girl in there just saw her family torn to shreds. And if we took her to an orphanage or any family, no one would believe what she'd seen. And what would happen to her then?"

Druig fell silent, not realizing the casualties of people discovering more alien beings on the planet.

"I'm sorry." Druig apologized sincerely. Gilgamesh just patted on the mind reader's shoulder and walked towards the house.

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356 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

Not As Beautiful As You

Pairing: Barry Keoghan x actress! reader

Summary: the cast for the Eternals have been acting strange since the beginning of the premiere, and you realize they all know something you don't

"Babe, could you help me tie the back of my dress?" You hollered as you stand in front of the body mirror.

Barry, your boyfriend of almost 6 years, comes out from the bathroom and admires you at the door frame.

"You look cute when you're flustered," he said, teasing you.

You scoff as he walks up behind your back, already wrapping the ties to cinch your waist.

Once he finishes, he moves your hair on the side and kisses the back of your neck, making you blush.

"You're breathtaking." He whispers.

You smile as you turn around, close to his chest.

"That's what I was going for." You smirked, as you walk towards the bed where your heels were at.

You and Barry are in a hotel suite at the moment to prepare for the Eternal's premiere. You were excited as this was your first acting debut. In the credit scene, you're portrayed as Heater Delight, a love interest to Eros.

You found it hilarious as you had a great friendship with Harry. You formally met him on the set of Dunkirk where Barry introduced you two to each other. Harry loved you guys and invited you to a few of his live shows over the years. Paparazzi would even catch you, Harry, and Barry drinks at some pubs or out for dinner.

You look out the window, seeing how dark the sky was as the city lights illuminated.

Barry looks down on his phone and sees that Harry was face timing him.

"Barry! Wanted to call to wish you good luck tonight." Harry shouted as he was prepping before a live show for his tour.

"You better mean about the premiere man, and not, you know." Barry warned as he was referring to your presence.

"Is that who I think it is?" You yell out loud, walking as fast as you can in your heels to see who's talking to your boyfriend.

"Hey, H! Wish you were here!" you said through the phone.

"Same here, the tour has been a bit tiring but I hope that you'll have more of a blast."

"Why is that?" you ask, knitting your eyebrow.

Barry took the phone away from your hand and gave a stern gaze at the singer.

"It's your first red carpet where you're debuting of course!" Harry laughs nervously.

"We need to leave soon. I'll catch up later." Barry said.

Harry returns a guilty look and waves goodbye as Barry hung up.

"Rude." You say out loud.

Barry doesn't say anything but kisses the top of your head quickly.

"The driver should be pulling up soon, we should head down." He says, under his breath.

It's not like your boyfriend to brush Harry off like that, the boys would take hours of catching up! You roll your eyes as you follow your boyfriend in tow, probably thinking how he might be a bit nervous as this was his official Marvel film.

With no time wasted, you two arrived at the premiere. You all were shocked at how many fans showed up, but excited nonetheless. Barry never left by your side when you were both taken on the red carpet. Then, you get to see the rest of the cast mates as they gathered in the middle for group shots.

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470 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What They Didn't Know Was Missing

Summary: It's hard to come into terms of becoming a mother, but Sherlock reassures you that he'll remind you every day that you are worthy of being one to your child.

Warning: pregnancy symptoms, labor, mentions of abandonment, mentions of gun violence

It was around noon at 221 Baker Street. Sherlock was walking back home with a small packaged box in hand, holding it a bit tighter than he should.

He makes his way to his apartment, walking on the steps as he turned his key to the room. He looks around, not minding that his organized mess is gone and the smell of his pipe no longer lingered in the air.

Sherlock was territorial when it came to his home, but he made changes in his life when he met you.

You were the owner of a barkeep, feisty, and wasn't afraid of telling a man off when he didn't pay his tab. So when Sherlock came to the bar to ask about a suspect, you'd only answer his questions if he was a paying customer.

Either he was desperate to find answers or he just wanted to stay to talk to you for hours, the Holmes man paid a heavy load.

You both weren't afraid of courting each other in public, even if you two weren't of the same status. But, it was time to change some things. Your pub that you've built from the ground up turned into a legit business and Sherlock turned from his lone wolf days and finally proposed to you.

"I never knew I was alone until I met you, and I don't want that feeling again."

Your ceremony was small, Enola and his mother shed a few tears and you couldn't believe that his eldest brother, Mycroft, came (he never liked you due to your independent spirit, but he started to tolerate you more. Call it a win). Being married for about half a year has been a dream. But like a dream, one has to wake up.

Once Sherlock takes off his outdoor attire, he searches for you and lands his eyes on a figure on his couch.

"Hi." he whispered softly as he kneels to your level as you laid on the couch.

You turn around to face him and give him a tired smile.

"Same symptoms as yesterday?" He asks, unpacking the small box in his hand.

"Yes. When you left this morning, I awoke abruptly and felt sick." You said as your stomach churned.

"Here, chew this." Sherlock said, taking out an herb that was small as a chestnut.

You leaned your head further as he fed you the piece. You slightly grimace at the taste.

"It taste like grass." You said.

"I didn't know that you eat grass." He said, smirking. You lightly smack his chest as you lie on your side.

"It's already fighting off the nausea. How did you know it will work?" You ask.

Sherlock sat on the ground while he combed your hair with his fingers to help you relax.

"I remember my mother used it when she was pregnant with Enola."

You pause at his words, feeling your face pale.

Pregnant... the word scared you.

You got up from your lying position as Sherlock dotingly helps you too. He sits beside you as you laid your head on his shoulder. You've been feeling some sort of way since a doctor diagnosed you alongside your husband's deduction. Secretly, Sherlock was thrilled that he would become a father, he never thought he'd had a chance of having a family of his own.

He looks down at you, his eyes gazing at how you've been losing sleep and appearing almost crestfallen. He knows why you’ve been feeling like this, but he wants to hear it from you first.

“Please, love. I just want to know how I can help you.” He murmurs.

You begin to sniffle as you try to avoid his gaze.

“You can’t, Sherlock..” you said as you were about to get up.

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956 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

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