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Blurb and content notes 👇

Azul Mamani is just a young mixed-race farmer who also happens to be a great-grandson of the Megarchon, the tyrant ruling the entire world. And secretly plotting her downfall. Before his plans go too far, however, he’s hastily summoned to the capital. For the first time, there's no successor who can wield the Imperium, the mysterious source of the Megarchon's terrifying power. Civil war looms in the horizon. Azul has no power and no allies—only a dangerous man known as Vanth Umbra, King of the Dying Sun, born to protect the living from the creatures of the Underworld. Sex is the one bargaining chip Azul has, so it's a good thing Vanth wants him—except he can’t be trusted, especially not when he appoints himself as Azul's protector. However, as Azul is caught between a murderous necromancer, an elite guard sworn to the Megarchon, and a dissenter faction with its own plans, binding himself to Vanth might be his only chance to survive.

Some things you might want to know before reading: This story is intended for an adult audience. Trauma and abuse are central parts of the story, especially (past) child abuse. Poor coping mechanisms are featured prominently. Under-negotiated BDSM is common. Suicidal ideations come up too. There's also violence, gore, and horror elements, particularly in later arcs.

But I can promise there's a happy ending. Eventually.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

idk if ur requests are open but would you do 6 or 7 with dream?

This is lowkey kinda soft ngl

6 - “I’m just so fucking tired”

7 - “Kiss me?”

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“Clay?”

Y/N kept her voice as gentle as possible, not wanting to startle her boyfriend, who had not moved from his position at his desk practically all day.

“Wh- oh it’s you,” even with her attempts to not surprise him, Clay had still jumped at her words. He offered her a tired smile.

“You’re streaming?” She asked, being able to hear the faint voices of George and Sapnap through his headphones.

“Oh -yeah,” he realised. “Guys, I’ll be right back, just a sec,” he said to his friends before muting himself. Clay held his arms out for her, pushing his chair back as an invitation and Y/N gave an affectionate sigh, crossing the room to embrace her boyfriend, straddling him so that she sat on his lap.

“You’ve been awake for over twenty four hours, Clay,” Y/N reminded him as he nestled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing deeply.

“I know - but I’ve got so much to do and George asked me to be there for his stream and then I’ve got a bit with Ranboo and-”

“Clay, you need to sleep,” Y/N sighed, running her hands through his hair.

“But they need me.”

“They will understand,” Y/N insisted. She felt a wetness against her neck and her eyes widened. “Clay, are you okay? Are you crying?” 

“I’m fine,” Clay sniffled, clearly embarrassed as he held her even tighter, refusing to allow her to pull his head out from where he was hiding it. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just so fucking tired,” he admitted.

“I know, baby,” Y/N cooed, her heart breaking for her hardworking boyfriend. “I know - and that’s why you should go to bed now - come on, we should both get some sleep.”

“But the others-”

“They’ll understand,” Y/N soothed him. “And if anyone gives you a hard time send them my way,” she added, bringing a weak laugh from Clay.

“Okay,” he gave in.

“Yeah?”

“As long as you come to bed as well.”

Y/N chuckled.

“Of course. Can I do anything else?” Clay finally lifted his head up from where it had been buried against her skin and gave her a tired, hopeful smile.

“Kiss me?”

Finishing 5K Blurb Requests

[swissmissficrecs]

Most kudoed Sherlock (BBC) fics in 2019

Sherlock fics from 2019 with more than 1000 kudos on AO3*

1. Riptide Lover by jinglebell - 4011 kudos 114K, E, Johnlock, John/others The year is 1866. When John becomes swept overboard, he never expects to encounter a living creature of myth. When the merman absconds with John, the lost sailor must use every tool at his disposal to convince Sherlock not to kill him. But it seems that killing John Watson is not what the deadly, beautiful creature has in mind at all... 

2. The Only Unproblematic Slash Fic by songlin - 2641 kudos 554 words, M, Johnlock I decided to write this after being OUTRAGED by the number of highly problematic and abusive fanfics I see on this site! Honestly I shouldn't even post it here at all, since AO3 is complicit in LITERAL SEX TRAFFICKING and ABUSE by allowing just anyone to post whatever they want. But it's the best website for posting fic. What am I supposed to do, raise money to pay for servers and use AO3's entirely, 100% open source code to start a new site that upholds REAL MORALITY? Anyways here's my fanfic.

3. A different kind of adventure by curiousbees (orphaned) - 1996 kudos 27K, E, Johnlock A series of rash experiments at twenty-three left omega Sherlock unable to form a bond or have a child. He never particularly cared, even if he sometimes caught himself wishing after meeting John. Now at 36, this inability is simply another part of who he is, like his intellect or his tendency for addiction. So after one night's loss of logic with his married best friend, he doesn't think to question it. In hindsight, he really shouldn't have taken it for granted.

4. What We Could Be by Mottlemoth - 1908 kudos 46K, E, Mystrade Ficlets and short stories featuring Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade. Fluff, smut, humour, a little well-marked angst... and of course, lots and lots of romance.

5. East End Boy by Mottlemoth - 1620 kudos 192K, E, Mystrade "You fear becoming the plaything of a powerful man." Greg Lestrade might have risen to the rank of Detective Inspector, but he's still just an East End boy at heart. That's why this arrangement with Mycroft Holmes, power incarnate, is starting to feel so weird—if only Mycroft weren't so hard to resist.

6. Minutiae (Or 156 Things I Know About You) by AtlinMerrick - 1572 kudos 105K, E, Johnlock Here, in no particular order, are some of the things John has learned about Sherlock, and some of the things Sherlock has learned about John.

7. A Novel Romance by EventHorizon - 1511 kudos 357K, M, Mystrade Mycroft Holmes is a successful, yet reclusive, mystery writer. His agent nearly had to resort to torture to persuade the writer to allow a studio the rights to film one of his books. The studio wants the highly profitable and extremely sexy Greg Lestrade for the role, but Mycroft isn’t happy with the choice. The studio sends him to Mycroft’s remote country home to do some persuading. Once there, after getting to know the secretive, brilliant and slightly-eccentric Mycroft Holmes, Greg isn’t certain which ranks higher on his persuading list - him getting a role he dearly wants or him getting a man he dearly wants.

8. Sensory Science by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - 1439 kudos 80K, E, Johnlock John Watson has been invalided home from Afghanistan and is struggling with anxiety, depression, PTSD and insomnia, when an old friend from med school recommends something that might help: An ASMR YouTube Channel run by a friend. One session in and John is hooked, not only by the way the ASMR seems to calm him after nightmares, and help him sleep, but also by the mysterious man who runs it.

9. White Knight by DiscordantWords - 1360 kudos 69K, M, Johnlock Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

10. Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - 1324 kudos 70K, E, Johnlock When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. 

11. Proving A Point by elldotsee, J_Baillier - 1296 kudos 186K, E, Johnlock Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

12. Dearest Life by InnerSpectrum - 1265 kudos 276K, E, Johnlock / Warstan / Mystrade Sherlock is forced to marry John, a wealthy Alpha doctor, who is married to Mary, an infertile Beta. Both of whom hide dark secrets from each other.

13. Soul Mate by Mottlemoth - 1258 kudos 4K, T, Mystrade The words appeared on Mycroft's arm aged fourteen, foretelling the first thing his soul mate would ever say to him—and horrifying his respectable parents. He's now lived with the unfortunate words all his life, not certain that he even wishes to meet his soul mate if that's how the man talks. But when Sherlock befriends a Scotland Yard inspector named Lestrade, Mycroft might just change his mind.

14. Isosceles by SilentAuror - 1212 kudos 56K, E, Johnlock and Sherlock/OMC After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

15. Beloved Baker Street by LadyLibby - 1164 kudos 203K, T, Sherlock/female!Reader / Warstan / Mollstrade / John/OMC Y/N Hudson grew up in America, daughter to a loving British mother and the leader of a notorious drug cartel in Florida. She grew into a brilliant and yet compassionate young woman with a penchant for solving mysteries. Accepted into the forensic department at Scotland Yard, Y/N never expected to be swept up into the whirlwind life of Sherlock Holmes....

16. It takes John Watson to save your life. by Sparkypip - 1135 kudos 105K, T, Gen A series of One shots where John saves Sherlock's life in so many ways.

17. The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror - 1131 kudos 64K, E, Johnlock It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths... 

18. And if it begins anywhere, it begins here by Salambo06 - 1080 kudos 26K, E, Johnlock When Sherlock finds a letter in his bedroom, he doesn't expect to read the words of another version of himself from a parallel universe. What he expects even less is to read Sherlock Watson-Holmes at the bottom of the letter.

19. Pink, Purple and Blue by Mottlemoth - 1044 kudos 5K, T, Mystrade After eight years of failed marriage to a woman, with his boyfriends now a distant memory, Greg feels unwelcome in his own sexuality. Fallen between two factions, it seems like he belongs to neither. Comfort and reassurance come from an unlikely source. 

20. Better Late Than Never by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - 1020 kudos 3K, T, Johnlock He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises.  He doesn’t want John here, not with the way things are. He doesn’t want to keep being so careful, so generous, so, so…

* And now for the caveats:

- I’ve cut some of the summaries down because they were way too wordy. Sorry, authors. Write shorter summaries. It’s an AO3 blurb, not a dust jacket. - The kudo count is as of 2 January 2020. Obviously, fics that started posting earlier have the advantage, since they had a longer time to gather kudos. - For this list, I disregarded all fics tagged with multiple fandoms, since their popularity may be due to those other fandoms. - Fics may get - or not get - kudos for various reasons. This is not intended to be a rec list per se, and being on or off this list is not a statement on the quality of any given fic.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

congrats on 5K! I’m not sure if there limits but can I get 1, 3, and 25 for corpse husband?

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy :)

1 - “You make every day worth living”

3 - “Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish”

25 - “Thank you for letting me spend the holidays with you”

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Corpse looked up as there was a knock on his study door.

“I’ll be right back, guys,” he said to his lobby and chat before muting himself and sliding his headphones off of his ears. “Y/N?”

The door opened and his girlfriend smiled at him a little uncertainly.

“I’m muted,” he confirmed, understanding immediately what her expression was asking him.

“I thought you’d want something to drink?” Y/N offered, holding out the glass of water.

“Thank you, baby,” Corpse responded, aware that there must be more behind her visit than just bringing him water. 

“Are you...” Y/N hesitated, biting her lip. “Are you almost finished streaming?”

“I’m not sure,” Corpse admitted, looking back at his computer screen. “But you could come join us?” He offered but Y/N shook her head.

“No, I couldn’t do that,” she sighed, twisting her fingers together nervously.

“Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish,” Corpse proposed, wheeling his desk chair slightly further out and grinning at her, opening his arms.

That seemed to be all the convincing that Y/N needed as she smiled back and climbed onto his lap, nesting her head into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed.

“The fuck are you sorry for?” Corpse laughed, squeezing her gently.

“Just... being annoying.”

“You’re not being annoying - I invited you because I want to spend as much time with you as I can, baby. I’m sorry that I’ve been streaming so much lately,” Corpse countered.

“I like spending time with you too,” Y/N confessed in a low voice and Corpse responded by placing a kiss to the side of her head. “Thank you for letting me spend the holidays with you.”

“There’s no one I’d rather spend them with.” Corpse informed her.

“Even Sykkuno?” Y/N teased, bringing laughter from her boyfriend.

“I’d choose you over Sykkuno any day,” Corpse promised her. “You make every day worth living, baby.”

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"Kiss me", he said when you noticed his state after the stream. It seemed that it didn't go well. "Of course", you replied with a gentle kiss. "Let's get you somethings to eat, alright?" ---- I watched a stream where Sykkuno was sad, so I hope that he had someone to comfort him.

I hope this is alright - it’s my first time writing for Sykkuno so lmk what you think!

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Tears were shining in Sykkuno’s eyes when he entered into the living room.

Y/N was curled up in the corner of the sofa, covered by a blanket as she scrolled through her phone, having been waiting for her boyfriend to finish streaming.

The moment that he walked into the room, one hand covering his mouth as though he could forcibly keep his sobs inside that way, Y/N had put her phone to the side, her eyes wide with worry.

“Sykkuno? What’s wrong? What’s happened?” 

Sykkuno didn’t say anything, just stood there, looking on the verge of tears, seeming so uncertain of his every action.

Y/N lifted the blanket covering her and moved over on the sofa to create more space. The moment that the silent invitation was given, Sykkuno had crossed the room and collapsed onto the cushions beside her, nestling himself into her side as she wound her arms tightly around him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“What can I do?” Y/N murmured.

“Just...” Sykkuno trailed off, struggling to vocalise what it was, exactly, that he wanted. “Kiss me?” He requested, his voice filled with shy uncertainty.

“You don’t have to ask me to do that,” Y/N said with a quiet chuckle, gently guiding his face up to look at her and pressing their lips together.

A small smile graced Sykkuno’s features.

“Bad stream?” Y/N asked, feeling Sykkuno relaxing into her body as she began to play with his hair.

“Bad day,” Sykkuno corrected, squeezing her a little tighter.

“Should I go get you some good? Would that help?” Y/N asked, her heart throbbing with sympathy for him.

“No - not now,” Sykkuno’s response was instant, his grip tightening even more. “Please just stay with me?”

“Of course.”

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

#12 on the 5k youtube prompt list screams dream i think :) can i request that for him?

I set this in the very kinda early days for the SMP, I hope that it’s okay!

12 - “Rumour has it I make you nervous”

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It was just Y/N and Dream in the house.

Dream had sent Sapnap and George out on errands, scouting out the area, collecting wood, that kind of thing. Y/N had wanted to tag along with them, not wanting to remain in the house, but Dream had requested that she stay behind and help with the organising of the chests.

And also help him cook food - she was definitely the better chef of the four of them, but she continued to insist that the others had to help her, for feminism’s sake.

That was the difference with how Dream acted with her compared to the others. He would order Sapnap and George to do things - to go mining, to gather intelligence. But with her it was always a request. He was always polite to her, always nice to her in a way that he often wasn’t to his other friends.

And yet Y/N was still so wary of him.

Dream was intimidating, there was no two ways about it. The white mask that had covered his face for the first three months that she had known him, that he had only recently begun taking off when in the house, hadn’t helped. He radiated power, he had been the clear leader of the trio from the moment that Y/N had met them.

Despite George and Sapnap’s reassurances that Dream was ‘fond’ of her, though, Y/N had to admit that she was rather nervous around him.

Admittedly, though, that could also be because of the feelings of affection that had blossomed towards him in the recent months.

Dream had been staring at her for a little while now, as she organised the chests. He had taken a break, taking a drink of water as he lent against the wall, his eyes on her.

Y/N’s skin was prickling from the feeling of his gaze on her.

“Is everything okay, Dream?” Y/N asked, finally giving in and looking over at him, mustering up as brave of a smile as she could manage.

“Of course,” Dream confirmed, smiling lazily back at her, not seeming at all embarrassed at having been caught staring at her. “I just heard something... interesting a few days ago.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N asked, returning her attention to the contents of the chest.

“Yeah,” Dream confirmed and Y/N didn’t look at him again, but could hear him moving closer towards her. Next thing she knew, he had crouched down beside her, a wicked grin on his face. “Rumour has it, I make you nervous.”

Y/N swallowed hard.

“I knew George couldn’t keep his word,” Y/N rasped out, attempting to make light of the situation. Dream laughed in response, reaching out and placing a hand oh-so gently on her face, angling it towards him. 

“Want to know one of my secrets?” He asked, his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath fanning against her skin. Y/N nodded mutely. His voice was dropped to a whisper when he next spoke. “Being around you is the only time I’ve felt nervous in years.”

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Hi! I was wondering if for your 5k YT prompts could you make one with Corpse Husband and number 14 i believe? :D (the one about not knowing the name) thank you so much and congratulations 💖

Thank you so very much dude! This is my first time writing for Corpse, so I hope that it’s okay!

14 - “How long have we known each other and you still don’t know my name?”

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“Good morning, Corpse!” 

Corpse’s eyes widened in disbelief at the voice and he looked up from his phone to, sure enough, meet the eyes of the pretty barista who had been missing from his local coffee shop for the past two weeks.

“You’re back!” He exclaimed, grinning behind his mask and the woman feigned bowing as she let out a little giggle.

“Sure am!” She agreed. “Just your usual?”

The coffee shop, as it usually was when Corpse would come in, was completely dead other than him and the pretty barista. That was probably because Corpse’s regular time to visit the cafe was at two o’clock in the morning, when he could be sure that there was a very slim chance of running into anyone.

It was a good system, he felt.

He had been coming to this coffee shop for as long as he had lived in his current apartment, having discovered it only a few days after moving in, delighted to find out that it was open 24 hours.

This barista had been working there for about 6 months, almost always on the graveyard shift - she had explained to Corpse that she liked working these hours because it meant that she had time to get some of her University work done in the hours that there was no one in the cafe.

Corpse had to admit that, since she had been hired, he had been taking his visits to the cafe far more regularly than before, in the hopes of seeing her every night that he went. He enjoyed her company so much more than he would have thought possible with someone that he had just met.

Only problem was - he still didn’t know her name. 

“Yeah - usual would be good, thanks,” Corpse confirmed. “Where’ve you been?”

“Just visiting family - it was my mum’s birthday so all my siblings had to go home to attend,” she spoke the words with a playful eyeroll and Corpse smiled, happy to let her chatter away as he simply listened to her. “But - I did get some free food out of it, and she did my laundry for me!”

“That’s nice of her,” Corpse mused and the barista laughed, placing two mugs down on the table that Corpse had picked out and sat down opposite him. He took the hot chocolate nearer to him and lifted the mug to hide his face as he pulled down the mask just enough to blow on it before taking a sip.

“She would never normally do it - but she’s feeling bad about the late nights I’m working here, she’s sure that it means I don’t have time to do my own laundry,” she chuckled. “It’s really nice of her, though - I do appreciate it,” she added hastily, clearly worried that her words had come across as ungrateful.

“It’s nice to have you back,” Corpse said, his cheeks flushing a light pink.

“You missed me?” She teased.

“I had to get used to a different barista - your coworkers aren’t nearly as friendly as you are,” Corpse informed her.

“What can I say - Y/N Y/L/N is one of a kind!” The woman gestured to herself, giggling at her own joke.

Corpse’s eyes widened in realisation.

“Y/N! That’s your name!” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, but Y/N burst out laughing, covering her mouth in order to muffle the sound as Corpse’s cheeks went a deeper shade of red.

“I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to laugh!” Y/N said. “It’s just - how long have we known each other and you still don’t know my name?” 

“Well I know it now!” Corpse defended, finally feeling able to join in with her laughter.

“I guess you do,” Y/N agreed, lifting her own mug of hot chocolate to take a sip. “And now that you know it, how long is it going to be before I can ask you out on a date?”

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

"im just so fucking tired"

“Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish”

with dream irl pleaasseee😚😚

This is soft, and also it’s my first time writing for Dream so lmk what you think!

3 - “Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish”

6 - “I’m just so fucking tired”

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“Ah - hang on a second guys! I’m just gonna mute myself, I’ll be right back,” Dream said to George and Sapnap, not waiting for their replies before doing so, taking off his headset.

Dream could hear an audible sigh just as the front door to his apartment closed again and he stood from his chair, a frown on his face.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

Dream opened the door to his study and looked down the hallway to where his girlfriend was taking off her shoes, Patches, having slunk out of the living room, was rubbing up against her legs and there was a hint of a smile on Y/N’s face as she stared down at the cat.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Dream said, smiling at her. Y/N reutned it, albeit tiredly, before leaning down to pick up her shoes. “Hey - you go sit down, I’ll put them away - do you want some tea?” He offered as he rushed down the hallway, intercepting her before she could pick up her shoes. 

Y/N didn’t put up much of a fight, instead just nodding her head.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her eyes looking like they were about to close as she watched him put away her shoes. Dream gently took her arm and led her into their kitchen.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, steering her through the room to sit at the breakfast bar. He went to flip the kettle on, just about being able to reach before Y/N caught hold of his hand and tugged at it.

Dream chuckled, getting the message and moving back over towards her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.

“Y/N?” He pressed gently, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m just so fucking tired,” Y/N admitted, nestling as close to him as she could manage. “Will you nap with me?” She pleaded, looking up at him.

“Ah, I’m sorry, George is streaming at the moment with me and Sapnap,” Dream told her, genuinely regretting having agreed to the stream in that moment, wanting nothing more than to curl up on a sofa with his girlfriend if that would be what would help her sleep.

Y/N looked crestfallen at the news and looked away from him, holding tighter to his arms that were still wrapped around her in a hug.

“I guess Patches will have to do then,” Y/N sighed, before yawning.

“You’re not replacing me with my cat,” Dream scoffed, pulling away from her as the kettle boiled.

“You leave me no choice,” Y/N said, yawning again.

“Oh - come on, come here,” Dream chuckled, picking up the ready mug of tea and holding his hand out to his girlfriend, who raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. “Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish. Maybe get a nap in that way. How does that sound?”

Y/N beamed at him, looking the most awake that she had since returning home from her long shift at work.

“Perfect.”

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Can I please request a Charlie weasley where he and reader went to the burrow but Charlie secretly brought an energetic baby dragon with them thinking it was a good idea and caused havoc in the house? I thought it would be a cute idea cuz i can definitely see Charlie doing something like that hehe

This is kinda like very sweet and in character for Charlie tbh

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“Were you... aware that he was bringing a dragon?”

“Molly, do you really think that I would have gone along with the idea of bringing a dragon to Christmas?” Y/N asked, looking despairingly at her mother-in-law.

“No,” Molly sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I just like to think that my son occasionally listens to his better half.”

“I like to think that he listens to me as well and that’s why he didn’t tell me - because I would have told him it was a stupid idea,” Y/N raised her voice at the latter half of her sentence, ensuring that Charlie would be able to hear her words.

“I love you too, Draga,” Charlie called back, a wide grin on his face, evidently not at all regretting his rather irresponsible decision to bring a baby dragon with him when they visited The Burrow for Christmas.

He had managed to keep the little thing a secret for about a day and a half before its energy got the best of it and it began to want to play, breathing fire and flying around the house.

It did rather give itself away by doing that.

“That pet name is normally rather sweet, but it seems like it’s taking the piss in this situation.”

“Y/N.”

“Oh - sorry, Molly,” Y/N grinned bashfully as her mother-in-law reprimanded her for her language. 

“No, I suppose it’s fairly called for in this situation,” Molly conceded. “I have no idea what he was thinking.”

“Hey, I’ve got it under control,” Charlie protested, having finally been able to wrestle the baby dragon into a cage with the help of the twins, and he came over to where his mother and wife had been watching from the doorway of the Burrow.

“Yes, it really seemed like you did,” Y/N agreed drily.

“I love you,” Charlie crooned, winding his arms around her and pressing a wet kiss to her cheek. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing, pushing her husband away.

“Did it even cross your mind that dragons are illegal in the UK?” Molly asked her son.

“He’s a baby! He was orphaned, Mum - you wouldn’t want him to spend Christmas alone, feeling all unloved, would you?”

Molly huffed at her son, turning and striding back into the Burrow.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her husband’s smug expression.

“I don’t know how your Mum didn’t put you up for adoption.”

“Hey!”

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

hi, i have request for your 5k netflix prompt list :) can you do number 1 with maeve wiley from sex education. thanl you >.<

This is my first time writing for Maeve, so I hope that it’s okay!

1 - “I love you no matter what your brain tells you”

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Maeve had been avoiding Y/N.

Y/N didn’t know what it was, exactly, that she had done to deserve the sudden coldness from her, but she did know that it was fucking painful to endure.

Maeve would avoid her eyes during classes, turn to walk the other way if she caught Y/N attempting to approach her in the hallway, she would leave her messages either on read, or with short, monosyllabic responses.

Y/N allowed Maeve to sulk over whatever it was that was bothering her for a week and a half, giving her enough time to express what was going through her mind, before she stopped feeling sorry for herself and began to, instead, feel rather angry about the whole situation.

Especially since she had an inkling of Maeve’s reasoning behind this sudden change in attitude.

And so, that weekend, she found herself outside of Maeve’s home, waiting for her to answer the door.

“Oh - it’s you.”

“We’re not doing this again,” Y/N huffed and pushed past her girlfriend into the caravan.

“Excuse you.” Maeve muttered, but closed the door behind her. “What aren’t we doing again?”

“I’m not letting you pull this shit on me again.”

“Care to explain?” Maeve said, folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes, jutting out her chin defiantly.

“You do this ever few months - you distance yourself from me because you get scared that I’m going to leave you,” Y/N stated matter-of-factly. “And I’m so fucking tired of it - I love you, Maeve, no matter what your brain tells you.”

Maeve looked at Y/N long and hard for seconds that seemed as though they really stretched out for hours.

She dropped her eyes from Y/N’s, blinking rapidly as she gave the tiniest shrug of her shoulders. Y/N felt her heart drop, sympathy oozing out of her as she watched her girlfriend flailing for the right words to say.

“It’s okay,” Y/N murmured, moving over to her and wrapping Maeve into a hug. “I know it’s hard - but I promise that I’m not going to leave you. I love you, okay?” 

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Henry!Sherlock where he finds Enola and the reader is her friend (who's obviously older than her) and roommate and Sherlock is immediately infatuated with her once he meets her?

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“It’s so bloody cold outside!” Y/N exclaimed by way of greeting to her roommate as she entered into the lodging house that she was staying in.

“That’s probably because you didn’t take a coat with you.”

“I didn’t need a coat, I was only going down the road,” Y/N huffed, kicking off her shoes and went to fall down onto her sofa.

It was only as she was seconds away from flopping down onto the cushions, however, that she noticed the man already seated there, watching her with an amused expression, eyebrows slightly quirked, a smile threatening his lips.

“You’re not Enola.”

“And I thought I was the detective,” Enola murmured from the other side of the room, where she had settled herself in the armchair, watching the interaction of her brother and her roommate in amusement and keen interest.

“I’m Enola’s brother.”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Fuck - I mean,” Y/N shook her head, feeling her embarrassment crawling over her. “Which one?”

The curly-haired man wasn’t even attempting to hide his smile anymore, grinning at her, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Sherlock.”

“Oh - the one you like?” 

Enola burst out laughing at Y/N’s blunt question and even Sherlock allowed himself to indulge in a couple of chuckles at Y/N’s expense.

“Sit down, I’ll make you some tea,” Enola said, clearly picking up on how tired Y/N was, causing her lack of filter in this conversation with her brother.

Y/N gave her roommate a grateful smile and settled down onto the sofa, assuring that there was an appropriate amount of space between herself and Sherlock.

“I’m Y/N by the way.”

“I figured - Enola was talking about you before you got back,” Sherlock informed her. 

“I’m really sorry - I’m not normally like this, I promise I’m normally more put together,” Y/N chuckled.

Sherlock was observing her with an expression on his face that Y/N couldn’t quite place.

“Don’t apologise.”

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Sherlock ask for help to find Enola (reader was his friend)

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Y/N had to admit, she had somewhat been expecting the visit from her old friend.

What with the surprise visit she had had from Enola the previous day as she began to make her way to London with the rushed explanation about wanting to get as far away from Mycroft as possible but not wanting to worry her in the process, Y/N knew that Sherlock was almost certainly going to come by her home at some point.

They had been friends, once upon a time - had been? Still were? Y/N wasn’t entirely sure. It wasn’t that she disliked Sherlock, not at all. It was just that, in the last few years he had been rather... vacant.

Even after he had moved away to boarding school and drifted away from his familial ties, he had still written to her, still kept her up to date on his life and would go out of his way to visit her at home every couple of months.

Every time that he would visit, she would suggest that he paid a visit to his mother and sister as well, but Sherlock always declined, insisting that he was too busy. Y/N had never quite understood his logic there, if he could go so far out of his way to visit her, but be too busy to take a five minute journey down the road to his own home.

As he had begun to grow in the public eye as a detective, however, Sherlock truly had become far too busy to visit her, and so they had drifted apart, each preoccupied with their own lives.

Seeing him again after so long was strange. To have him standing once more in the living room of her family home, looking completely and utterly at home as he always did in the place that he had spent half of his childhood, unofficially adopted into the Y/L/N family.

“Y/N,” a soft, gentle smile that Y/N knew only she could bring out of him spread across Sherlock’s face as he turned towards the door to see her standing there.

“Sherlock,” Y/N beamed, crossing the room and, with no thoughts about how to act ‘properly’, she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace.

Sherlock chuckled lowly and hugged her back.

“It takes your sister’s disappearance for you to pay me a visit now?” Y/N teased, deciding to cut straight to the chase as she pulled away from him and walked over to the side table where a tea set had been laid out. She poured a mug for each of them.

“I take it that that means that you've seen her?”

“She came to visit me last night,” Y/N confirmed. 

“And you know where she is?”

“I know where she’s headed, but Sherlock-”

“I know she’s going to London,” Sherlock cut her off. “She’s going to look for our mother, where else would she go? Do you know where in London she was going?” 

“Even if she told me, I wouldn’t have let you know,” the corners of Sherlock’s mouth twitched in amusement, eyes twinkling a little.

“Is that so?”

“You’d only take her back to Mycroft, I can’t let you do that,” Y/N said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“Surely her being with Mycroft is better than her being lost and alone in London?”

“If you’d ever bothered to get to know your sister you’d know that she’s more than capable of looking after herself - your mother made sure of that,” Y/N countered, lifting her mug to her lips and taking a delicate sip.

“She made sure you could as well, I seem to recall,” Sherlock teased, striding across the room to pick up his own mug. “I just want to make sure she’s safe.”

Y/N searched his eyes, looking for any sign that he was lying about his motives for finding his sister and coming up empty.

“I really don’t know where she is.”

“Well... you know her better than anyone else besides Mother and she’s not exactly here to lend a hand so... help me? Help me look for her?”

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Hello can i request 8- “You could end wars with that smile” with james potter? Thank you!

Hope it’s okay that I put this request with another: “Hello! Congrats on 5k! Can i request a blurb with number 8 and james potter x reader please? You can make the reader a girl or gender neutral. Thank you so much!”

8 - “You could end wars with that smile”

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“Yes.”

James looked up, his hands still shaking. Awe shone in his eyes as he stared at her. Tears were streaming down her face and she beamed down at him.

“W-wait. For real? You’re being serious?”

“James!” Y/N laughed, falling to the floor opposite him and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “You really thought I’d say no?”

“Well... I mean it was always a possibility,” he pointed out.

“No,” Y/N giggled, pulling away and kissing his cheek, nuzzling her nose into the spot that she just kissed, unable to contain her happiness. “No, it was never a possibility,” she corrected.

“Holy shit,” James muttered. “Holy shit, you said yes!”

“Yes I said yes!” Y/N agreed, still in fits of laughter as James pulled them both up from the ground, picking her up and spinning her around.

“We’re getting married! Like, for real!”

“Yes! We’re for real getting married!” 

James at last put her back down to the ground, but didn’t pull away from her, instead choosing to crash their lips together. When they pulled apart, his face was still split in two with the widest smile that Y/N had ever seen.

“You could end wars with that smile,” she whispered, reaching a hand up to trace her thumb across his cheeks. James turned and pressed a gentle kiss against her thumb.

“Well, that could come in handy since we’re in an actual war.”

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Maybe #4 for billy Hargrove? 🥺👉👈

this is v sweet ngl

“Can I hold your hand?”

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Y/N hated the feeling of their eyes on her.

She wasn’t used to having people notice her, she tended to just blend in the background at school. She wasn’t unpopular among her peers, not by any stretch of the imagination, the popular kids tended to enjoy her company during class if they ended up seated next to her.

But, other than a couple of waves as she passed in the hallway, the occasional ‘hello’ called to her from across the food hall, Y/N had always gone by under the radar during her time at school.

She had figured that the rumour mill wouldn’t start working until at least a few weeks into the new term, even prayed that she would get edged in gently to the lingering stares of her peers.

Alas, that was not the case.

It was three days into the spring term and already it felt like everyone was staring at her.

Y/N ducked her head and quickened her pace down the hallway of her school, hearing whispers of her name paired with Billy’s as she passed students.

The breaking news on the first day back after the holidays had been that Billy Hargrove had not slept with anyone over the break. 

This was not news to Y/N at all.

The even bigger news on the second day back was that Billy Hargrove had walked Y/N Y/L/N to her first lesson that day, sat with her at lunch and offered her a ride home after school.

It seemed that today’s news was that they were, in fact, dating.

“You look terrified,” Billy was smirking when Y/N rushed up to him, her brow pinched in worry and embarrassment at the feeling of all the people watching her. He was leaning back against the locker beside hers, clearing having been waiting for her. 

Y/N felt jealous of how relaxed he was - so used to the limelight.

“I hate this,” she muttered.

“Ignore them,” Billy sighed, reaching over to take her bag from her once she had closed her locker again. His smirk melted into a genuine smile that was rare to see on his face. “You look nice today.”

“I can’t just ignore them,” Y/N said, doing just that to his compliment, feeling embarrassed at his sweet talking. “They’re all staring at me.”

“At us,” Billy corrected. “What can I do?” He asked, seemingly coming to terms with the fact that his cocky attitude was not helping his girlfriend in the slightest.

Y/N hesitated before replying.

“Can I... hold your hand?”

Billy rolled his eyes, but Y/N knew that it was an affectionate action by the way that he took her hand in his without further response and gave it a tight squeeze.

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for the yt prompts, 12 for wilbur, 3 for george, 9 for badboyhalo, 8 for sapnap and 4 for dream if you can and if its still open

This is the George one! This is also my first time writing for George so I hope that it’s okay and that you enjoy!

3 - “Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish”

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“I’ll just be right back guys,” George said to both his stream and Dream and Sapnap, who were bickering over something that he had long since lost sense of.

“Alright,” was the only response he got from Dream, who immediately returned to his disagreement with Sapnap.

George shut off his face cam as quick as he could, standing from his chair and making his way out of his room in search of his girlfriend, who he knew had just returned home from work.

“There you are,” he smiled when he saw her.

Y/N turned to face him and George was rather concerned to see that she was on the brink of tears.

“Hey,” she managed to croak out.

“Hey - what’s wrong? What’s happened?” George asked, wrapping his arms around her, Y/N nestling her face into the crook of his neck and breathing deeply, inhaling his scent in search of comfort.

“I’ve had the worst day,” Y/N confessed, sniffling.

“I’m sorry,” George murmured, kissing her hair gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Y/N mumbled. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is - what can I do?”

“I just... want to... be with you?” Y/N requested nervously.

“Well I’m streaming with Dream and Sapnap at the moment, but you can sit on my lap until I finish and I’ll keep face cam off so that stream doesn’t see you,” George suggested, smiling at her.

“Won’t they mind?”

“Dream and Sapnap love you,” George dismissed. “And most of the stream does as well,” he added. Y/N gave him a watery smile.

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Of course it is,” George chuckled. “Go and get changed out of your work clothes, I’ll make you some tea and we’ll meet back at my computer, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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8 and 10 für dt. Loki please? Thank you!

I may have made a slight return to one of my favourite things ever - Detective Loki + cat content (and yes, this cat is still Mrs Whiskerson from the other blurbs from like two years ago or w/e)

8 - “Don’t give me that puppy dog face, how am I supposed to say no to that?”

10 - “Did it ever occur to you that I might get bored of waiting?”

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“Come on, can’t you finish it tomorrow?”

It was so rare that Y/N got to see this side of Loki - the pleading, clingy side, the pouting and begging for cuddles. Any other day under any other circumstances she probably would have jumped at the chance to see more of this side of him.

But today she had no choice but to focus all of her attention onto the report she was writing. It was an important one, due in first thing the next morning at her work and she had to get it done (and done well) if she ever wanted to even think about getting a promotion.

“No, David,” she laughed a little, running a hand through her hair in mild frustration and glancing back at him. “I told you, I need to get it done tonight.”

“But... please?” He begged.

“Hey, now that’s just playing dirty,” she complained, glaring at the face he was pulling.

“What do you mean?” He whined.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“I don’t,” he denied.

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face, how am I supposed to say no to that?” She grumbled.

“The idea was that you wouldn’t.”

“Is that a strategy you use when interviewing suspects?” She questioned, turning back to her computer. Loki laughed behind her and she knew that he was rolling his eyes.

“Fine, leave me alone - whatever, I don’t care,” he huffed, but Y/N knew that he wasn’t actually upset. He understood that she needed to get her work done - after all, it was usually him in this situation, not her.

What she hadn't been expecting, though, was to enter into their bedroom a few hours later, ready to crawl into bed with her fiancé and finally give him the cuddles he had been craving the whole evening, only to find that her place had been filled by their cat.

“David?”

“Mhmmm?” He mumbled, face buried in Mrs Whiskerson’s fur.

“You gonna make room for me or...?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” Loki confirmed. Y/N could see his lips curling up in a slight smile.

“Why not?”

“Did it ever occur to you that I might get bored of waiting?”

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