#honestly what is wrong with all the sibling angst in this fandom

[roselookingatthemoon]

Trans!Regulus Au in which Sirius often sneaked out with Regulus to show him the stars (pre Regulus coming out).

On one of those nights, Sirius and R* are lying on their backs and look up at the sky filled with stars as they always do. Sirius laughs as he just found the Lupin constellation for the first time. "It's moony!" He says and grins to himself. R* has long forgotten the stars in favour of watching at his brother. Sirius started to grow out his hair. Soon it will reach shoulder length, just as R*'s hair. He doesn't understand, if R* could, he would cut his hair off without a second thought. He looks back up, his mouth opening and closing again and again, as he contemplates how to phrase his next words. How could he describe this lingering feeling deep inside of his chest, to his big brother?

"I think..." It came out broken, but it caught the attention of Sirius, as R* could see his brother's head turn in the corner of his eyes. His own eyes are focused on the stars in the sky. "I'm a boy." it bursts out of him. A secret he had carried in his shoulders for over a year now. He immediately bites down on his lip, afraid to say anything else.

Sirius is silent. R* doesn't dare to shift his eyes from the stars to glance at his brother. This isn't how people describe it. There's no invisible load taken off his shoulders. If anything, there seems to be more pressing down on him, hindering him to breath. R* can feel himself spiral. If not even Sirius excepts him, who will?

"I never told you this, but..." Sirius starts. His voice is calm, his eyes fixed on the night sky again. R* glances over at his brother. A small smile was playing on the older boy's lips. "I always loved Regulus way more than the star our parents named you after. It's the heart of the lion, just like Sirius is the heart of the dog. The lion may not be as cool and awesome as the dog-" Sirius laughs at this part, but instantly turns serious again "-but he is a very, very brave animal. Just like you, brother." Sirius turns his head again to catch R*'s eyes.

This time R* answers the stare as a grin, that mirrors the one on Sirius' face, tucks at his lips. "Regulus." He tests out the sound. The way the letters roll from his tongue. "Yeah, I like that." Regulus looks back up to the stars and when he finds the lion constellation, he feels like the Regulus star ist burning brighter than normally.

And that's how the one person who always was just like a parent to him (way more than his biological ones), gave Regulus his name.

[captainsophiestark]

We're Good

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: TVD/TO

Summary: Kol meets Davina and finally seems serious about someone, so his best friend convinces herself to finally let go of her secret crush. But when Kol gets jealous of her paying attention to another guy, what once seemed settled might not actually be finished.

Word Count: 3,092

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Title is lightly inspired by the Dua Lipa song, although the fic doesn't totally fit it.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I tried not to scowl as I watched Kol from the second level of the Mikaelson compound. He was down on the dancefloor, in the middle of the latest party he and his family had decided to throw. I knew Nik or Elijah had some ulterior motive for hosting, but I hadn't cared because this time, I'd had my own ulterior motive. I'd put on my absolute best outfit and made sure I looked like a knockout, all so I could finally tell Kol Mikaelson, my longtime friend and crush, how I really felt about him.

And now, before I could, he was standing at the edge of the dancefloor trying to make a move on Davina Claire.

I should've known. Kol and I had been friends for a long time, and despite pretty regular flirty moments between us, he'd never taken any steps to make us something more serious. Instead, he flirted with, hooked up with, and even dated whatever mortal he'd most recently fallen for while I stood by pretending not to get my heart broken.

This time, I was done with it. For good.

I set my jaw and squinted, refusing to let the tears fall as I turned from the balcony. I almost made it into a hallway off the Mikaelson compound where I could disappear from everything, but of course, I couldn't quite get that lucky.

"He's a bloody idiot, you know."

Rebekah Mikaelson, my best friend in the world, stood before me with her hands on her hips, blocking my exit.

"Rebekah-"

"I'd love to have you for a sister-in-law, but you deserve better than one of my idiot brothers. As a boyfriend and as a friend."

"Bex, I don't want to hear it right now."

The sympathy on her face almost killed me, but she stepped aside. I thought that would be it, but then she called out to me just before I could turn the corner and escape this whole mess.

"Mourn all you like tonight, but tomorrow we're going out! There are plenty of men in this city to help you forget all about Kol!"

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Rebekah gave me exactly one day before she started hounding me about going out on the town to forget her "idiot brother". And honestly, I might've ignored her, except for the fact that Kol spent the entire day after the ball with Davina.

I'd always known he was a flirt, but this time, he actually seemed to mean it. So I gave him more space than usual, for my sake as much as his, and spent more time wih Rebekah. We baked and went on walks, and after a while, I stopped shooting her down when she tried to drag me to bars. Kol kept hanging out with Davina, but slowly, seeing them together was starting to hurt a little less. I always thought if he found a girl to get serious about, it would be me. And a tiny little part of my heart still tore to shreds when I saw how wrong I'd been. But unlike those first few days, the heartbreak wasn't eating me alive anymore.

Which is how I ended up out at a bar with the entire Mikaelson family, dancing my heart out on the dancefloor without a second thought for whether Kol would join me.

We'd first started a montly tradition of the firve of us going out and just having fun a few years ago, and despite various dramas and the siblings scattering to the winds, we'd more or less managed to keep it up. We always picked a place a few hours from where any of us were living and planned to stay the night, so we could well and truly forget everything but having a good time together. Normally, I spent the night orbiting Kol, to the point that Nik usually had a field day giving me shit about it. Tonight had been a little different.

I'd joined Nik in dragging Elijah out of the house, gone with Rebekah to order all of us some truly strange, fun cocktails, and danced the night away on the dancefloor with all of them, without my mind or gaze constantly circling back to Kol. He didn't seem to even notice the shift, and I was surprised to find that it didn't really bother me. Kol was a good friend, after all, and with a little more time to process, maybe we'd even be better off.

"Hey!" Rebekah shouted into my ear, still barley making herself heard over the music around us. We'd been here for hours, but none of us showed any signs of slowing down just yet. "That guy at the bar has been staring at you all night!"

I turned to follow her gaze and found a handsome guy looking back. He smiled, a little sheepish, and I returned the gesture before whipping around to Rebekah.

"Why are you so fixated on setting me up with somebody?"

"Because it's fun! And I haven't got to do it once in all the time I've known you because you've been so hung up on Kol. So come on, let me have my fun!"

I made a face. I wasn't sure I wanted to take a chance on the random person Rebekah had found, regardless of me finally being over Kol. She huffed, then leaned in to speak in my ear again.

"Just trust me! I compelled him and asked him some questions, and he seems like someone you'd get along quite well with!"

I closed my eyes. "You compelled him, Rebekah? Seriously?"

"Well how else was I supposed to make sure he wasn't some sleezy werewolf or something? Go on, just talk to him!"

"Fine! Fine, but it's still our Mikaelson Family Fun Day, so I'm just going to talk."

"That's fine with me! Although I promise not to judge you if you don't come back to the room tonight-"

I picked up the nearest thing I could find (a stack of napkins) and hucked it at her, which she easily dodged. I did my best to ignore her laughing behind me as I headed for the bar.

The guy smiled as I approached him, and I smiled back. I headed for an open spot standing next to him at the bar, and he started speaking as soon as I came within hearing range.

"Hey! I've been hoping you'd come over and say hi all night."

I smiled. "Why didn't you come over and say hi yourself?"

"Didn't want to interrupt you and your friends if you didn't want to be bothered," he said with a shrug. "Although, that girl Rebekah tried awfully hard to get me to come over once or twice."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Rebekah loves nothing more than meddling, especially in my life." I paused. "I'm glad she convinced me to come over and talk to you though."

"So am I! I-"

He broke off at the same time as I felt someone slide up to the bar behind me, chest almost pressed into my back. I started to turn around to tell whoever it was to back off, but a familiar voice spoke up before I could.

"Why don't you go find someone else to bother, mate?" said Kol, his tone laced with the slightest undercurrent of a threat. Apparently, he'd decided to make sure he got what he wanted, because a moment later the guy whose name I hadn't even been able to get yet turned on his heel and walked away.

I rounded on Kol with a furious scowl, but he just grinned back at me, still very close and in my personal space. Normally, the proximity would've left me with butterflies, but right now all I felt was anger growing in the pit of my stomach.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, an edge to my voice that I'd really never directed at Kol before. His eyebrows shot up, but otherwise, he didn't seem bothered.

"I was getting rid of that creep who was bothering you. Come on, darling, I thought you'd be thanking me-"

"Thanking you? Kol, he clearly wasn't bothering me! I came up to him, for God's sake!"

"Well I'm sorry, it just looked like you might want me to step in-"

"How? How did it look like that, Kol?"

My voice was getting louder now, enough that a few people were starting to take notice, but I didn't care. I was furious at my so-called friend and he was going to hear about it.

Kol cleared his throat. "Love, maybe we should take this somewhere else-"

"Knock it off with the pet names! Kol seriously, what the fu-"

In a split second, the bar disappeared around me. Instead, I found myself thrown over Kol's shoulder as he vampire-sped out of the bar. When we finally stopped, it was just inside the front door of the house we'd all rented, with Kol's back to me as he closed the front door.

I took my opening and hurled the nearest pillow at his head. It hit its target dead on, and I got halfway through picking up another one when Kol used his vamp speed to close the distance between us and grab my wrist.

"Hey! Knock it off, alright? What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Are you kidding me Kol?" I wasn't sure whether I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, or all three, but I focused on the screaming part as I faced a bewildered Kol. "You absolute hypocrite, how dare you pull me out of that bar, and how dare youstep into my conversation like that!"

"What? Is this seriously all about me scaring off that one guy? You hardley knew him!"

"Obviously it's not completely about him, although that move still sucked, Kol! It's about you thinking you have some right to barge into my life and scare off a guy who might be interested in me! Because that's what it was, right? There's no way you thought I wanted him gone, so you did all this because you wanted him gone, right?"

"...I- I guess I didn't really like seeing him with you, but-"

"But nothing! Kol, we've had just a kind of flirty friendship forever. And whenever it seemed like we might be heading into something else, you were always the one to bail out. And last month, when you found Davina and got serious about someone else, it ripped my heart out. But I forced myself to take some time and get over it! Because that's your choice, and I care about you regardless of if you want to date me. But Kol, you have been clearly, specifically going after Davina lately. Which means you have absolutely no right to come tell some guy at the bar to back off when he's flirting with me."

"Darling, come on-"

I held up a hand to cut Kol off. The storm of emotions had finally started calming, hardening into something more manageable. I'd let myself struggle in this relationship without ever having an up front conversation for far too long. We were going to set some boundaries and have it all out, whether or not Kol wanted to. I was done with the rollercoaster ride.

"Kol, I know you call a lot of people 'darling', but if you want to stay friends with me then I'm going to need you to stop calling me that."

Kol just stared at me for a few moments, blinking and apparently processing everything I'd just said. His eyebrows knit together and he looked seriously distressed, but I refused to back down. After a moment, he took a half step towards me, his hand reaching out slightly towards my own.

"...And what if I don't think I want to be friends anymore, darling?"

I scoffed, another overwhelming wave of anger rising up and over me. I shook my head and turned around, walking a few steps away and hoping the space would help me cool down.

"You better not be flirting with me right now, Mikaelson, after everything I just said and everything you've been up to with Davina lately."

"Davina and I aren't together, love. We went on a few dates after Nik's little party, but we've hardly seen each other since then, and I don't intend to keep anything going. You might have noticed, but you started avoiding me after the ball and I had no idea why."

I turned to face Kol at last, scanning his face for any hint of something that might help me make up my mind on how to feel about all this. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile, and I scowled.

"I wish you'd said something earlier about this little crush of yours, honestly. I didn't think I had a shot in hell with you. It would've saved us both some time."

I shook my head, slowly at first and then much much faster. Before I completely realized what I was doing, I crossed the room and smacked Kol in the chest. He was one of the oldest vamipres to ever live, so it didn't have much of an impact on him, but it definitely made me feel better.

"Kol Mikaelson, you jackass! You do not get to use this as an excuse to confess feelings for me!"

He laughed, holding up his hands and clearly fighting a beaming smile. I slowly tapered off my assault, instead opting for crossing my arms and absolutely fuming at him.

"Seriously, Kol, this isn't funny. I show interest in someone else for the first time in our friendship, and all of a sudden you're dropping everything to come and confess feelings for me? You get why I don't feel like that's completely sincere, right?"

Kol sighed, the smile finally falling off his face. He moved to close the distance between us again, and this time, I let him.

"I'm sorry. I'm not joking because it's a joke to me, I promise. I've had feelings for you as long as I've known you, darling, but I didn't think I had a chance with you. And you've been important to everyone in our family for just about as long as we've known you. If I made things complicated, or made you want to stop spending time with all of us, my siblings would've literally killed me."

I snorted, looking down so Kol wouldn't see me fighting a smile off my face. No matter what, Kol always seemed able to make me smile when I least wanted to. Normally, it was one of my favorite things about him.

"What can I do, hm? What can I do to prove I mean what I'm saying?"

I sighed, crossing my arms and at last looking up at Kol. With wide eyes and no hint of the sardonic smile I knew so well, he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him before.

"...If you're really sure about this, Kol, that you really mean this...?"

"I do. Darling, I swear I do. I promise you, I won't waste the chance if you give me one."

"Okay, then prove it. I've never seen you go more than a week without flirting with some human, witch, vampire, werewolf, or whatever other sentient beings we come across. Make it a month, and maybe I'll believe what you said about being serious about this."

"...And will we be dating for that month?"

Slowly, I shook my head. "No. I want to, Kol, and I want that to be where this goes, but... I need to see that this is real first. I want to believe it is, so badly, but after centuries of meaningless flirting and dancing around each other without a conversation, of seeing you have flings every chance you get and watching each one of those burn out... I can't just take it on faith."

Kol sighed, glancing down at the ground before meeting my eyes again. He didn't say anything, just closed the little remaining distance between us as he brought his arms up to circle my waist. He pulled me to him, leaning down with a glance at my lips, and I didn't stop him as he pulled me into a kiss.

Fireworks exploded in my chest. My knees went a little week as I leaned further into Kol, resting my hands on his shoulders. After a few long moments, just as my common sense started returning to tell me what a mistake this was, Kol pulled back with a grin.

"Sorry, darling. But I couldn't wait a month to do that."

I snorted and shook my head, stepping carefully out of Kol's grip. He watched my every move with a smile, and my heart did a backflip when he licked his lips. I told my heart to calm the hell down.

"I... certainly didn't mind the potential preview," I admitted.

Kol laughed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at me.

"This is going be the longest month of my life... but if that's what it'll take, I'll make it through. I know it'll be worth it, especially now."

I rolled my eyes, but this time, I couldn't quite keep a smile off my face. Finally, my heart started returning to a normal pace, and I managed to meet Kol's eyes again without having a cardiac event.

"Alrlight, so... what do we do now? I don't know about you, but I don't particularly want to go back to the bar."

"Is that a joke, darling?" He raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. His mouth dropped open like he couldn't believe I was serious. "I may not get to do the activity I most want to do right now for another month, but I did just get my best friend back after extensive radio silence. We have so many episodes of our favorite shows to catch up on!"

"...You didn't watch them without me?"

"Of course not! Did you watch them without me?"

"Of course not!"

"Well then, there you have it! That's our evening. You make the popcorn, I'll turn on the tv."

I laughed as Kol turned on his heel, getting immediately to work. I still wanted to wait the month I'd made him promise; I still wasn't confident his romantic affections wouldn't wander. But despite all that, a massive weight lifted off my chest as I headed into the kitchen for snacks. I had my best friend back, and finally, after a ridiculous amount of waiting and dancing around each other and poor communication, we were actually getting a shot at our happy ending.

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[odusseus-xvi]

(Disclaimer : I'm not saying either side is right or wrong, I do think both BBH's and Forever's side has good and bad points, and ultimately it's both rp, and I just wanna see some drama so I don't care who's right or not. Dont @ me)

I was finishing Antoine's vod, and at the end of it he's talking with BebouBoyHalo, and though it was an offhand comment it made my laugh with what happened later that night and what we are all excpecting. BBH joked that he didn't know he lost the election and Antoine went immediatly "Yeah no, Forever won. BUT you can always overthrow him !"

Like no kidding the french are waiting for Forever to do the slightest mistake to jump on him, they are 2 steps away from actual revolution. And honestly if it does happen, OH THE ANGST !! THE ANGST !! Because I know Etoiles will certainly be on side revolution, he felt betrayed by the islanders when he received that little votes AND he will always side with BBH, as he is one of the only ones seeing this demon's actual power (for those who wouldn't know Etoiles has HUGE respect for Bad and considers him the strongest of the island. And he's been waiting for him to show that to the others), that'll either strenghten how the island views him (a warrior), or play into the thing he didn't want, the people will start to fear him. Baghz will almost certainly side with the revolution as she was anti election since day one. Oh and if she does... OHOH The break up of the siblings will TEAR MY HEART APART (I'm waiting for that). And then Antoine, who's very much anti presidency and was wary of both Forever and Cellbit since day one. Though he would be part of the revolution if you gave him a choice, I don't see him doing much about it. But we can be suprised I suppose.

The only french I have no idea how he would react is Aypierre. And THAT is what scares me the most. Because Etoiles and BBH can be as strong as they are, Aypierre knows minecraft mechanics and server inworkings like his backpocket and can kill pretty much anything if people let him do his thing. He is a federation blindspot. But we also know that he is the definition of Opportunist. He could side with either side. (I could even see a change of side from him multiple times, he is the definition of unpredictable when it comes to these things.)

Anyway, can you see how hype I would be for a revolution arc ?!!! (not it's not because I'm french. Well maybe a little...)

(The only thing that makes me dread it is this part of the fandom that would immeciatly jump on BBH, Baghera and Etoiles for "bEtRayInG" Forever, not understanding it is rp. But let's hope they do understand.)

(And again this is in no way saying who is right or wrong, this is just me seeing the tension rise up in the povs I watch and getting exxcited with what could come out of it.)

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Thoughts on Sibling!Yuu AU

The main reason I made the Sibling!Yuu AU was because I wanted to see Yuu being the older one for once. In most fandoms, it’s pretty common to see a younger sibling reader fic so I wanted to flip that trope for once. It’s also quite rare for the reader to be older than a teen or an adult. The second reason was the massive angst potential it held. That’s right, Yuu overblot was imminent from the very start in this one because honestly the probability of the overblot boys overblotting much earlier because of Yuu is very high and is extremely likely. Them blaming Yuu for some of the things happening in their life is also very likely.

Sibling!Yuu has everything the overblot boys want to have and those with their inferiority complex would just make it worse.

For example with Riddle. Would he blame Yuu for running away from their mother, which in turn made their mother stricter with Riddle so that he wouldn’t end up like Yuu? Would he resent this fact? He’d likely have a negative initial impression of them because they ran from their own mother and Riddle at an early time still thinks that their mother is always right and that means what Yuu did was wrong. Anything or anyone that opposes their mother is wrong. Anyone who opposes the things their mother taught him was wrong. Anyone who opposes him is always wrong. Though, a deep part of him is envious that Yuu got to be free. Whether Riddle blames Yuu or not, Yuu will think that it’s their fault.

Even if he doesn’t say it out loud, Leona would feel irritated every time he sees Yuu telling him what to do and what not to do so he doesn’t end up like them. Their constant presence keeps reminding him that the only reason he couldn’t become king was because he wasn’t born earlier and Yuu got a taste of that crown, even if they did get kicked out of the family in the end.

Yuu’s constant interference with dealing with Azul’s bullies when they were younger only made the bullies bolder and meaner the moment Yuu went away so there’s that possibility of some kind of blaming in that one, just like in Riddle’s situation.

As for Jamil's situation, although not Jamil's sibling, Yuu's still part of the Asim family and Jamil technically has a resentment for them because of, well, everything. He was forced to downplay his abilities and be responsible for Kalim, and he has no choice but to serve the Asim family. Kalim himself might not have a problem with Yuu, but Jamil sure does because there’s another person from the Asim family. Another person he has to be responsible for because they seem to be just as careless and reckless as Kalim, even if Yuu is technically older. (Someone stop me, please, I am becoming feral. I can’t stop thinking of Jamil getting a huge crush on this Yuu for some reason and I am internally screaming. He really gonna do the enemies to lovers arc after his overblot, or even before that, and I just can’t. He really said: ‘If I can’t get out of this family, I’m just gonna have to marry into it.’)

Then we have Vil. Yuu would definitely be a big contender for the most beautiful one of all and Vil is not happy. Now that he’s realized that he actually had a sibling, he has to compete with them to be the most beautiful. And he just can’t understand why he’s losing to a sudden sibling he hasn’t even met until now! What was so different between the two of them? Yuu wasn’t even that active in social media before but now that they were staying in NRC for some reason (for plot reasons), people were now beginning to constantly compare the two of them and it’s driving Vil insane.

As for Idia, after seeing the reason why Ortho got diagnosed with the dead, there’s also some blaming there. Yuu’s supposed to be one running the S.T.Y.X organization but both Idia and Ortho (the og) got inside and managed to hack the system. This’ll definitely raise the question of why the two were allowed entry easily when there were dangerous things locked inside the place and why Yuu wasn’t keeping a closer eye to them when they were in the facility that led to the accident. 

I might also have to retcon the previous Idia!Yuu's background to fit with Shroud brother’s story. So now the idea that I have is that Yuu was present for the brother’s childhood growing up (kind of) but they didn’t have a close relationship and it was very distant. The Shroud brothers probably don’t remember Yuu, either. They probably thought Yuu was just an employee in S.T.Y.X. and not their sibling. Still, Yuu cared for them so much that when the incident happened, they were overwhelmed with grief and willingly locked themselves away because they fully blamed themselves for what had happened.  The only reason they broke out of their self-imposed prison and landed themself in NRC was because they heard Grim talking about Ortho as if he was alive and wanted to see what was up with that. Yuu doesn’t want to show their face to their younger brothers because they’re ashamed and feel like they don’t deserve it.

Then we have Malleus. I don’t know if he’s the jealous type or not, but seeing your older sibling be more sociable than you (somehow, even when they act like a kuudere) and getting more friends than you despite the fact that they’re the older Draconia sibling while Malleus himself was avoided and have had people fear him would be kinda frustrating. It’s another case of ‘what do you have that I don’t?’ thing. Or maybe the others are taking Yuu’s time away and they barely hang out with Malleus and he finds this unfair because Yuu’s their sibling so why is everyone taking them away? Why isn’t Yuu hanging out with them?

Additionally, we can’t forget the fact that Yuu literally go against the boys. There’s bound to be some feelings of betrayal there. Kinda like a. “We’re family and you’re taking their side?! Why are you abandoning me for them?!”

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[Bonus]

Yuu Rosehearts: “I wish I had been strong like you….”

Yuu Kingscholar: “Don’t make the same mistakes as I did and be better than me.”

Yuu Ashengrotto: “Was all of this… my fault…?”

Yuu Schoenheit: “Because to me… you’re always my number one!”

Yuu Shroud: “All I ever wanted in my life was to protect you...”

Yuu Draconia: “I had to leave you to keep you safe!” 

Yuu (Al-)Asim: “…”

Yuu (Al-)Asim: “I have no idea what I’m doing here but I think they need therapy.”

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by the absolutely lovely @staceymcgillicuddy and my wondrous darling @pearlypairings - thank you both! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

15, 13 of which are complete and the last two very nearly finished. 😭

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

365,528 and counting. I’m a rambler!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Stranger Things… nothing else has grabbed my attention quite the way s4 did.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

With a Little Help From My Friends (my ultra-long found family fic)

Why Should I Cry For You (that one surprised me, it came from way behind!)

Not-so-iron Maiden (Eddie & Max sibling supremacy)

Tattoos and Trash Talk (Eddie and El bonding)

the shield and the shepherd (my very first fic! Eddie and Chrissy falling in love without Vecna in the way)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I’m absolutely tickled every time somebody likes something I wrote enough that they take the time to leave me a comment about it. I’ve even made a few friends that way!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Into the Shining Sun? Even then, it’s angst with a very hopeful note to it. There’s enough angst in my real life; I like everything in my fics to turn out okay.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

So far, With a Little Help, because it ended with Eddie and Chrissy’s wedding!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, I haven’t. I honestly think it will break my heart if it ever happens. I stumbled completely by accident across a post here on tumblr hating on GreatMage and I literally cried about that for two days. (Shameful!)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, I live firmly in the fluff zone. All of my fics are rated a very mild T.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Haven’t tried one yet, but maybe someday, if I can think of a good idea!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. How would I even know that? 🤔

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but @pearlypairings and I have kicked around a few fun ideas and someday we are going to make Clarkelley happen!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is a nearly impossible question.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I’ve only got two WIPs and they’re both almost done, so— none!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Omg, I don’t even know, honestly. Umm… I guess building friendships and relationships between characters?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Anything outside of my comfort zone. I have a tiny little box I tend to stay in, and refuse to even try branching out.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

With the help of Google Translate, I’ve scattered some bits of Welsh dialogue here and there throughout Next Time I Fall. Apparently I got most of it wrong. So I don’t think I’ll try any other languages unless I’m actually familiar with them!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably X-Files? And then there was that random embarrassing NSYNC stuff… we won’t talk about that. Those were all just scribbled in old journals, though. I never actually posted anything publicly until I found Ao3 last year.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think each one is my favorite while I’m working on it! But I think I have to say Next Time I Fall, because the response to it was so much more than I expected, and people’s engagement with and investment in the story has given me so much joy.

Randomly tagging @tnmdfhgkg @saltyseagoat83 @sokkas-first-fangirl

and for anyone else who sees this and feels like sharing, 🫵 *boop* I tag you!

[darkcrowprincess]

What are some "problematic" ships you like?

do you really want to know because I have some really problematic ships? If so I'll tell you. A lot of them have age differences. Sometimes big ones. A lot of them are with evil people. And a lot of them aren't straight. And lot of them are just plain, well taboo. This will probably be long so stop reading if you don't want to read an essay.

My problematic ships:

Roy Mustang x Edward Elric Fullmetal Alchemist: ok really problematic straight out of the gate. Not only because of age difference but also because Roy Mustang is technically Ed's boss/superior officer in the military. Not that Ed fully listens to everything Roy says. And Roy constantly teases him about it. Roy is also snake but someone trying to change things for the better. He's also has done a lot of bad things. But so has Ed. They are both to messed up people trying to fix things they've done wrong and they are both intimately aware of that about each other. They both are incredibly brilliant and have in common the type of powers they use. You need to watch Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 to understand(not brotherhood. 2003 first) they are not canon but the canon ships bore me and lack any real romance so there you go.

Luz Noceda x Philip Wittebane: I know I know! This one is really fucked up. So fucked up. And Lunter is my otp. Believe me I know. But I have a dark fascination for this ship. Especially considering every interaction Luz and Philip had. And how much they have in common.. Like this my go to ship for when I want angst and trauma and just to see a dumpster fire. When I want Luz angst. I love Lunter. If Lunter is my happy ending, this ship is if I want tragedy and bad endings. This my depression ship!

Zuko x Happiness avatar the last airbender(anyone who is not Mai because she honestly sucked.) I am not a Mai fan. She is a horrible written character to me personally. And just horrible for Zuko. I mostly love any Zuko ship that has a water tribe sibling in it. But now a days that seems too toxic for people. You can look up the reasons in the anti zutara, anti zukka, anti zuko tag. But Zuko is my favorite character. Anything that gives him happiness makes me happy. Over all this mostly seems toxic because of Zukos past and family. But he had a redemption arc. One of the best. He deserves some happiness as he works hard to change things as fire lord.

Lunter/Luz x Hunter: You understand this needs no explanation. You know the owl house Fandom.

Dipper x Bill gravity falls: Yeah this one is really really bad. I think I have a really messed up taste for romance. Especially where age difference comes into play? Maybe I'm a masochist? Who knows. But I have a soft spot for adhd/autistic characters with older/immortal people. I have a soft spot for immortals/dangerous people protecting said autistic/adhd people.

Bakudeku my hero academia : I have a soft spot for redeemed bullies who actually put in the work to change. One of my favorite movies was a walk to remember.

Just in general a running theme I seem to have in a lot of my problematic ships:

age difference

Gay

power imbalance

In love with the Bully

In love with the villian

And sometimes its just plain taboo, toxic, or just un healthy. But I love it!

[okayto]

Briar Moss for the ask game :)

[ask game link]

Okay, Briar Moss from Tamora Pierce's Circle series!

First impression

The only boy among the four foster siblings and young mages of this series, I liked him but was delighted he was outnumbered. (Look, I was 11.) Since at that point in my life I didn't do much of anything with plants, the descriptions of what this young plant mage was learning were interesting.

Impression now

Do you know what I'd do to have the ability to figure out what's wrong with my garden? I like the guy but it was only after adulthood that I started growing anything, so now I really like the guy and want his powers.

Favorite moment

In the second quartet, The Circle Opens, the four mages have grown up somewhat and have been accredited, which basically means they have the equivalent to a magical college degree at age fourteen, which is as ridiculous as it sounds, and also means they're obliged to help any new students they come across find an accredited teacher, or take on that responsibility themselves if no other teacher can be found.

So when he comes across Evvy, a 9/10-year-old untrained stone mage and has to not just teach her magic, but also table manners, it's hilarious. There's a scene with his own teacher, Rosethorn, cracking up about it. It's basically the "one day you'll have kids just like you" idea, except he's 14.

Idea for a story

The concept of hanahaki disease (the fictional disease in which a person coughs up flowers until their love is requited/they die in angsty versions) would be a fun base concept with a plant mage.

Not for angst or even romance reasons; it's fiction, you can change the parameters. Just the idea of a magical disease that makes you cough up flowers or plants...would they be immune to his magic, maybe under the idea that they're not real plants? Or could he only deal with them when they appear in his mouth, or not until they're in the air? (I don't like angst, so I'm deliberately not thinking about the tragedy you could induce with a plant mage dying of roots-in-the-lungs or something.)

Unpopular opinion

Honestly, I can't think of one? Part of it is that while I like Briar (and the other Emelan characters), they've rarely sparked fandom urges in me, including the desire for meta or to dig into things that might lead to strong opinions that go against others'.

Favorite relationship

I really like his relationship with all three of his foster sisters. I love the Emelan books for primarily focusing on familial relationships rather than romantic, and here is a boy character absolutely surrounded by girls who regards them with affection and some annoyance, like all siblings, but isn't written as disregarding them or taking them less seriously than he should.

Favorite headcanon

I think he'd be a nimble dancer in a modern AU and would do numbers on TikTok. Not dance magic, I just think he would be really good at making his legs do things in rhythmically pleasing ways.

[she-karev]

Reconcile (Alex Karev's Sister Imagine)

Chapter: Two of Two

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Hey guys so this chapter also has a little bit of angst and psychopath kids, so you’ve been warned before reading.

Summary: Alex and Amber continue to work together and finally talk things out.

Words: 2857

I sit in the Chief’s office next to Alex as we explain to the parents our concerns over Missy after running it by Bailey. She was disbelieving at first but after we told her what Missy was like when we talked to her including her fascination with Gia’s death and my attack. After convincing her we opted to talk to the parents in private while a security guard kept a close eye on Missy at the waiting room. She wanted us to talk to the parents before calling the police. Now the mom is sitting wiping her tears with a tissue and the dad is as cold as ever.

I stayed silent as Alex started to explain the situation to the parents, “I would never want to do anything to make this worse or more complicated but Missy…she’s showing some signs that is raising our concerns. Risk taking, fascination with death, and taboo behavior that are typically associated with juvenile sociopathy.”

I clear my throat and decide he shouldn’t be the one to tell them the worst. I started this and I should be the one to bear the weight, “We um had a conversation with her and the way she acts and the way she talks…we think Missy was involved in Gia’s stabbing.” The mom is taken back and the dad doesn’t move at all like he knew it was a possibility. My heart breaks for them both, their child is on life support possibly because of their other child I would be numb too.

“That…that’s crazy.” Sylvia laughs it off and turns to Matt, “Tell her she’s wrong.” Matt just sits there numb and staring blankly at the wall destroyed. Sylvia tries again, “Matt?” Sylvia gasps, “Say something damn it!”

Matt finally turns to her and asks in a broken voice, “Sylvia, how can you be this blind? She was there just like she was there when the dog went missing and she was there when we found rat pellets in the thanksgiving turkey.” I look away as my emotions start to get the better of me and take a deep breath to calm down as the couple argue. Alex notices and holds my hand and I hold it back because this all of this…is just like the night my brother attacked me. The parents don’t notice us though thankfully.

“No your-your just upset.” Sylvia says in tears.

“Missy may have killed our child.”

“Missy is our child.” Sylvia says with a hiss.

I can’t be in here any longer and I get up from my chair, let go of Alex’s hand and walk out of the door calmly. It’s midnight so the hallway is pretty much empty. I try to make it to the bathroom but my stomach doesn’t let me and in a panic I open the red biohazard trash can and vomit my lunch inside. I don’t even realize someone is rubbing my back in comfort until I finally dry heave and wipe my mouth. I look and see that it was Glasses who rubbed my back and the idea that he saw me throw up makes me want to hurl again. But since I got my lunch and breakfast out of me I opt to pull away from him and go to the locker room to brush my teeth. He follows me.

“Are you okay?” Levi asks.

I hold my head up high so I don’t show weakness, “I’m fine tell anyone what you saw and I will perform a rectal exam on you without a lubricant.” He looks at me scared and backs off when we enter the lockers.

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After I brushed my teeth I headed back to the Chief’s office and ran into Alex on the way. He looked wrecked and honestly who could blame him after what just happened.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t stay it’s just I was-”

Alex shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it I get it this…this is triggering. A sibling tried to kill another sibling how can it not be?”

I groan at the comparison, “Yeah well, the only difference is Aaron was hallucinating and Missy was just having fun if she can feel that. It makes me sick.”

Alex rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah me too…are you okay?”

I sigh and rub my forehead as I feel a splitting headache, “I feel like taking a whole bottle of ibuprofen just to get away from this headspace.” Alex raises an eyebrow at my suicidal comment, “Don’t report me I’m being dramatic. How are the parents?”

“Mom stormed off and dad went back to Gia’s room, he’s trying to hold it in but this is wrecking him.” Alex rubs his tired eyes.

“And Missy? What are we gonna do about her? Have you called the cops?”

Alex looks back at me, “Yeah, we did but without a clear confession they can’t make an arrest. They suggested a wire and I offered to talk to her again and get her to say she stabbed Gia.”

“I’ll do it.” I suggest this crazy thing because I want to see this girl pay for what she did to her sister but Alex immediately shakes his head.

“No that is not a good idea. She’s dangerous and she already killed someone, I’m not letting you take that risk.”

“Alex I would be talking to her in the middle of the hospital full of security guards, doctor and nurses.” Those facts make me comfortable to do this, “And it’s not like she’s carrying and I took boxing for two years I can handle myself. The cops need a confession and I’m most likely to get it. I’m a girl, I’m around her age and she’s comfortable around me due to me satiating her psychopath side with the story of how I was attacked.” Alex sighs and still looks uncertain, “She could do this again and she might not come to the hospital next time where doctors will question her. I want to do this and I don’t need your permission.”

Alex looks at me worriedly and finally complies, “Fine but be careful.” I nod and we head back to the Chief’s office.

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After the cops gave me instructions and placed the wire under my scrub along my diaphragm, I head out to find Missy. I walk around the hospital for a few minutes until I find her in the family waiting room sitting there on the table looking at her phone. I inhale and exhale because the sight of her knowing what she did makes me anxious but I told Alex I could do this and I will. I approach her and sit in front of her.

“Hey Missy.” I keep my tone calm and even as per my instructions and she looks at me surprised to see me, “I’m Dr. Karev I don’t know if you-”

“Right you’re the girl who got strangled and attacked I remember you.” She says it coldly and I continue.

“Yeah well I wanted to come by and talk to you and see how you were doing after Gia. I know when one of my brothers got hurt I would always worry about them.”

Missy shakes her head nonchalantly, “Gia was just a little baby she was always crying and begging me to play with her. She would always barge into my room and annoy me.” The way she chastises her sister is the first emotion she displayed and it’s anger.

“Yeah I had a little cousin who did that.” I lie to relate to Missy like the cops suggested and groan to play along, “It would drive me crazy.”

Missy nods, “I’m not gonna miss that.” That one sentence sends chills down my spine but I persist as I’m getting somewhere and decide to kick into high gear.

Remember when we were talking about the man who attacked me? and you said he probably did it to feel more powerful? Well it turns out you were wrong.” Missy looks at me offended, “The guy was my brother and he didn’t want to hurt me, he loved me, he took care of me and…he was just crazy and he lashed out. I don’t think he was thinking about what was gonna happen after to him or me but I don’t think he really wanted to kill me just for the fun of it.” Missy looks at me like I’m the one who’s crazy.

“Well maybe he did I mean you don’t know what he was thinking.”

I shrug, “I mean come on Missy why else would you kill someone?” I ask as genuine as I can to draw her in.

“To know if you could really do it.”

I shake my head at her terrifying comment, “No I don’t think so, I mean to actually feel the life slip away from someone else it’s…it’s way too scary for most sane people and for my brother it was-”

“No I know what he was feeling I mean I know exactly how he was feeling.” Missy says with a grin that is chilling before leaning in and whispering to me, “I was the one who stabbed Gia.” I look at her with a blank face even though my terror escalates as my fears come true, “And it wasn’t that scary. I knew what I wanted to do and I did it just like with your brother he must have felt like it was the coolest thing ever when he was trying to kill you.”

I shake my head in disgust and stand up and walk out the door as I see the cops entering and arresting Missy. I pass Alex on the way who looks at me in worry and I shake my head at him before saying bitterly, “Dysfunctional families am I right?” With that I walk to the lockers to take a hot scolding shower and leave this damn day behind me.

After my Silkwood shower, I put my clothes on and am just about to put my shoes on when Alex walks in looking as exhausted as me. I am so tired I’m not even mad at him, I’m just numb and I know that tomorrow when I see him again I’ll be mad again. It’s a vicious cycle and I have to escape before my psychosis causes me to lash out at him like Missy did to Gia. I know I don’t have sociopathic tendencies but the way I feel around him is degrading to me and the career I have worked hard to get. I need to get out before it’s too late.

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Alex stands there looking at Amber with the same level of tiredness and numbness that she feels only he feels slightly worse because of what he needs to do. He needs to apologize and get their issues out of the way for both of their sakes. He starts by clearing his throat.

“Are you okay?”

Amber packs her stuff in her backpack not looking at him, “Sure a night of arresting a teenage psycho is just what I needed before collapsing on my bed.” Alex nods sharing her pain and her next words catch him off guard, “I’m gonna look for another program tomorrow. This thing.” Amber motions to both of them, “It’s gonna end bad and I need to get out and find something that won’t remind me of the worst time of my life every five seconds or undermine me because of my past.”

Alex looks down in shame over accusing Amber of being paranoid due to their mom and starts his apology train, “I’m sorry Amber and not just for today for all of it. I’m just sorry and I wish I could do thing differently.”

Amber shakes her head and closes her locker, “Don’t Alex don’t even bother the damage is done.”

“I never meant to hurt you.” Alex says it with sincerity and pain.

Amber looks at him with a blank face, “I’m sure you didn’t. I’m sure you didn’t even think about me. You saw a way out and you took it just like me only difference is I didn’t leave anyone behind with no defenses. Hell even Uncle Lucas gave a more of a damn than you and he hates us. But whatever reasons he had I’m sure they were better than yours for leaving.” Amber sits on the bench to put her boots on.

Alex’s shame gets deeper before he confesses an 8 year long secret, “I told him to.”

Amber looks up and raises an eyebrow, “Told who to do what?”

“I told Uncle Lucas to take you in and let you recover at his place until you graduated.” Amber pauses her laces clearly effected by his words as he continues, “CPS was gonna send you into foster care, Aaron was at the hospital and mom wasn’t a good choice so I made him an option. I gave him 8 grand to take you in and I told him I would pay him another 8 after you graduated. The bastard almost skimmed me but I told him I would report him for drug use after I found a stash of meth at his place.”

“Great place to dump your baby sister after she had her jaw reconstructed.” She says sarcastically.

“Well it was either him or do the foster lottery and you land in some rundown home with five other kids who will rip out your wires. And I made sure he was checked on. I called a cop buddy of mine and made him spy on you and him at the house and make sure he was treating you right or at least ignoring you.”

Amber ties my laces, “He did, he ignored me and I avoided him so I was glad to have one less thing for me to deal with. But just because you forced our inattentive Uncle to take me in doesn’t mean I forgive you. I appreciate what you did but you didn’t do much when you were around. The only reason I know you were there was because the doctors told me after I woke up that you held my hand for 10 minutes and then left. I tried to call you but you wouldn’t answer and maybe this whole me getting a job here was a subconscious decision to confront you and figure out why you left and that’s on me.”

Alex shakes his head, “No it’s on me. I started this by leaving and I know that wasn’t fair to you.”

Amber puts her other shoe on, “Your damn right it wasn’t.” Amber says with a vicious tone as she ties her laces.

Alex sighs and continues, “I know you hate me and you have a good reason to. I left you with a schizo mom who barely kept up with her meds and a brother I didn’t was gonna inherit the crazy gene. When I got a job here, I saw it as my ticket out of Iowa but I also saw it as my ticket out of our family. I told myself that Aaron was enough for you, that you were fine with just one brother, I sent the checks to help out because it made me feel better for abandoning you. I told myself that I wasn’t your father, that you were better off without me but you weren’t, it was clear to me that night when you needed me the most.” Amber stops what she’s doing as Alex brings that moment up and he sees it safe to sit next to her, “I held you hand for ten minutes; you were only 16, you should’ve been having sleepovers and shopping for a prom dress not being in a hospital after your brother almost killed you. I held your hand for ten minutes and then I left, Aaron was committed and so was our mom, you needed me and I wasn’t there. I told myself that I couldn’t take care of you that you were better off without me, that Uncle Lucas could do what I couldn’t. I…I wasn’t there I was the ass that can’t stand to be there and I’m older now and I know better now.” Amber is quiet as she feels a single tear down her cheek and wipes it away, “I should’ve done more for you and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being your brother when you needed me, I don’t know if it’s worth anything. But I just needed you to know how sorry I am.”

Alex says that with his eyes wet as he’s letting his feelings of shame and regret show to Amber who looks at him for the first time in appreciation and as her brother. She sniffles before saying, “It’s worth a lot but…we have a lot of work to do here.”

Alex nods, “Yeah…dysfunctional families am I right?” Amber sighs and puts her head on Alex’s shoulder looking to him as a source of comfort instead of a source of pain. It’s not magically fixed between them but that night is a starting point.

[tyrannuspitch]

2,3,7

2. A headcanon you weren't sure about at first, but have come to like

Reading Thor and Loki as (fake) twins! At first I was like... but that introduces so many logistical problems. And isn't it weird to have such strong older/younger brother complexes if they're literally the same age...?

Now I understand that them being (alleged) twins while acting like they have a significant age gap is the whole appeal. Sibling type: Twins, but so fucking weird about it.

3. A character the fandom has helped you appreciate

Hmm... I can't think of any within the Thor franchise, because I'm already independently appreciating a fair number of underappreciated characters, but... There is Steve Rogers, I guess?

I honestly can't remember if I came up with Steve/Loki independently and then went looking for it, or if I stumbled across it and then went "WAIT you're right there's potential here!!", but either way, Frostshield fanfic writers have done more to get me interested in Steve's character than the movies ever did. o7

(Not saying I dislike Steve or think he's a bad character, to be clear - I'm just pretty much immune to non-Thor MCU movies. If they're not chewing the furniture I don't want to hear about it.)

7. Your favourite tropes to read/write/draw

Hmm... I'm not sure about, you know, well-known, named tropes, but in general I tend to write a lot of angst, and it's often heavily focused on power/autonomy/lack thereof. I have two fics on the go that are about mind control. I like it when a character does something really, really awful, but they think they're being kind. I like writing about murder, ghosts, and childhood.

As for reading... Again, not sure what to count as a trope, but I love a good AU. I like angst, dystopia, and, to some extent, horror. (I like my horror existential but not too, like, gross? Minimal goo, thank you.) I also enjoy outsider POV when I come across it - I love contemplating how such publicly and disastrously dysfunctional characters are seen by ordinary people who have to deal with the consequences of their actions, but I think other people are way more equipped to write that as an engaging story than me, because I really struggle to make my thoughts on it coherent lol.

For both reading and writing, I like it when characters have really painful conversations where everyone involved has ten tonnes of baggage about the topic at hand and is incapable of saying anything remotely helpful. Like... we're all neurotic in opposing directions and we all think we're the voice of reason and we are so so wrong!!! Yesss. I <3 melodrama.

And I can't really draw, but if I could, I would probably draw lot of angsty hugs and childhood antics. And illustrate my own bad jokes.

-> Fandom positivity ask game 💛

[ailendolin]

Whump Wednesday - 51 - Yonderland

Title: Tingling [AO3]

Characters: Vex/Ho-Tan

Prompt: Ho-Tan needs to go to the dentist. Vex is there for her every step of the way and looks after her. - Prompt sent in by the lovely @iris-in-the-rain.

A/N: This was honestly so much fun to write! I hope you'll enjoy this mix of fluff and angst, dear! 💙

Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you as well just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. I’m writing for Ghosts, Yonderland, Horrible Histories and Bill at the moment.

Six Idiots Whump Wednesday / Fluff Friday masterlist is here.

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Tingling

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Alfie turned around to face him. Her smile, usually so bright when it was just the two of them, looked dull despite her best efforts to appear normal. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

Vex sighed and allowed himself to plop to the ground beneath the apple tree they were in the process of picking. “You keep holding your cheek, Alfie.”

He demonstrated her unconscious gesture with his own hand. The smile fell from Alfie’s face and she hung her head.

“My tooth’s been bothering me,” she reluctantly admitted.

Gently, Vex tugged at her hand until she joined him on the ground. “Since when?”

“The day before yesterday,” Alfie mumbled without looking at him. “I thought it would go away – it sometimes does – but it’s … it’s getting worse.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Vex asked, careful to keep his voice free of blame and judgement. He’d learned long ago that pushing Alfie into a corner rarely helped.

Alfie helplessly shrugged her shoulders, shame blooming on her cheeks. “Because I’m scared, Vex.”

This was the first time Vex had ever heard her admit that. Alfie liked to give off the impression that nothing could faze her, that she could weather any storm, no matter how fierce or strong it was. Even though Vex knew why she did it, knew that she would drown in her responsibilities if she didn’t pretend she was in control all the time, it didn’t make standing by and watching her silently struggle any easier.

He scooted a little closer to her so that their arms were touching, hoping his presence would bring her a little comfort. “Of the dentist?”

Alfie nodded. She sucked in a shaky breath. “The last time I was there, they … they held me down. I don’t even remember why I was so terrified – I think one of my siblings was in before me and screamed bloody murder? But I remember being scared and struggling against the doctor’s hold. Mum came into the room – I thought she would get me out of there but she – she–“

She broke off with a pained look on her face.

“She held you down too,” Vex finished softly for her. “I’m so sorry, Alfie.”

Alfie squeezed her eyes shut. “They eventually knocked me out with something so the doctor could work on my teeth but, well – the damage was done.”

She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled them close to her chest. It made her look small in a way she rarely allowed herself to be, not even late at night when she tried to finish her homework despite sleep and exhaustion making her eyes droop. Vex considered wrapping an arm around her shoulders but with Alfie looking as tense as a bowstring he feared she wouldn’t welcome a lingering touch. So he gently nudged his shoulder against hers instead and said, keeping his voice light, “I could go with you.”

“Huh?” Alfie’s voice cracked when she looked up at him.

“To the dentist,” Vex clarified, flashing her a reassuring smile. “I’ll make sure no one does anything against your will. I’ll even hold your hand during the procedure.”

He hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud but when Alfie’s eyes widened in hopeful disbelief, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

“You’d do that for me?” she asked him, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vex reached for her hand, thinking, I’d do anything for you.

“Of course,” he smiled.

Her hand trembled in his hold. “Even … even if I wanted to go to another dentist? One who’s over an hour away?”

Vex gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Even then. Especially then.”

Alfie’s breathing hitched and for a second, Vex thought that the tears she’d kept at bay this whole time would actually fall but then she visibly pulled herself together and offered him a shaky but grateful smile. “Thank you, Vex.”

She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close for one beautiful, brief second. Vex allowed himself to melt against her like he’d so often been tempted to in the past. His heart was in his throat, beating a mile a minute, and he was sure he was blushing hard enough for Alfie���s siblings to be able see him from the house when she pulled back.

“Back to work,” Alfie mumbled shyly. She pushed herself to her feet and held out her hand to him. Vex took it and was not surprised to find his fingers still tingling from her touch long after she’d let go.

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He kept his promise.

When they reached the dentist’s office and Alfie hesitated in front of the door, trembling all over, Vex reached for her hand and gently pulled her inside. He held it as they stood at the reception desk and explained the problem to the young man behind the counter, and he held it as they sat down in the waiting room and Alfie’s leg began to bounce up and down in a maddening rhythm while her eyes nervously roamed over the black and white tiles that made up the floor beneath her feet. He tugged at it, gently, when they were at last called in to see the dentist, and he held it all the way through the procedure, both before the anaesthetic did its work and her pulse was skyrocketing in panic under his fingertips and afterwards when she calmed down and the tension drained out of her body for the first time in hours.

Vex would be lying if he said that seeing her at her most vulnerable wasn’t affecting him in some way. They had been through a lot together over the past few years – too much for two kids, really –but this felt different, somehow; deeper. Not only was Alfie trusting him with her darkest fears, she was also trusting him to look out for her when she couldn’t do it herself.

No one had ever put their lives in Vex’s hands like this before. The fact that Alfie of all people was doing it right now felt … humbling. Breathtakingly so, almost, and as the dentist took away her pain Vex silently vowed that he would do anything in his power never to betray that precious trust and let her down.

He had no idea what medication the dentist had given her but he figured it had to have been a pretty strong dose because when they were finally allowed to go home, Alfie giggled at the flowers on the roadside as if they were funniest thing she’d ever seen. “Look at them, Vex! They’re all blue and purple!”

“Yes,” Vex said patiently, unable to keep the fondness out of his voice. “And they’ll bite off your hand if you touch them so please don’t get too close.”

He let her look at the flowers a moment longer before he gently pulled her away from them. Her eyes immediately landed on something else that fascinated her – the sun, the clouds, a root under her feet she stumbled over, a blue butterfly fluttering around her head – and he had a hard time keeping her going and moving forward. The sun would be setting soon. Already, one of the moons could be faintly seen rising over the horizon to their right, heralding the beginning of–

Alfie stopped abruptly in the middle of the road and let go of his hand. She frowned and touched her face. “My mouth feels funny. Why does it feel funny?”

She turned to him with wide, inquisitive eyes that still looked way too dilated for Vex’s comfort.

“Because you just spent over an hour getting your tooth fixed,” Vex reminded her gently. “Remember?”

Alfie slowly blinked up at him as she tried to recall their visit to the dentist. Eventually, her face lit up with recognition. “Oh, yes! I was terribly scared, wasn’t I?”

She said it with an easy smile, aided by the medication, no doubt, and it made Vex’s heart ache a little because she hadn’t just been scared – she had been utterly terrified. And even so, even after admitting her fear, she had still tried her best to keep her composure all the way to the dentist because that was the only way she knew how to handle it. Her whole life, she had been taught to function, to pretend that she didn’t feel scared or hurt, stressed or lonely just so that her family could rely on her when everything erupted into chaos.

Sometimes, Vex wanted to weep for the lost and lonely little girl he’d met under the apple tree all those years ago.

He cleared his throat.

“I know,” he said softly.

“Aw, don’t look so sad, Vex!” Alfie said, picking up on his mood shift. “I’m not scared anymore – see?”

She skipped around him in a circle, happier and more carefree than he’d ever seen her. It made his heart ache even more.

When she came to a stop at his side again, she tried to peer down her nose at her mouth.

“It really does feel weird. Is it supposed to feel like that?” she asked, almost as if the last five minutes of their conversation had never happened.

“For a short while, yes. But it will wear off soon,” Vex reassured her.

Alfie nodded, still trying to catch a glance at her lips, impossible as that was. She looked a little funny with her lips pressed together as if for a kiss but laughing was the last thing on Vex’s mind when her eyes suddenly focused on him. “Wait! I could show you!”

Before Vex had a chance to realise what she meant, she stood up on her tiptoes, grabbed hold of his face and pressed her lips against his.

It was just a quick kiss, over before it had really begun. Alfie probably hadn’t even felt anything but Vex had, and when she pulled back, his heart was racing a mile a minute and throbbing with both joy and sorrow at the same time.

“And?” Alfie asked expectantly, completely unperturbed by what she’d just done. “Do you feel the funny tingling too?”

Vex definitely did but not in the way that she meant. He didn’t know how but he somehow managed a smile and a small nod. It seemed to be enough because a moment later, Alfie grinned at him and skipped ahead down the road, still pursing her lips every now and then to chase the numbness she felt there. Vex closed his eyes in silent, desperate relief before followed her, all the while hoping that this wouldn’t change anything between them when in his heart he knew it already had.

————

Later that night, when the medication had finally worn off and Alfie was lying in her bed, drained and exhausted but thankfully no longer in pain, she reached over the small space between their beds and gently touched his arm. “Vex?”

“Hm?” Vex asked, already on the verge of sleep.

“I just wanted to thank you,” she said softly. “For coming with me today, and for making sure I got home okay. I – I think I was pretty out of it, wasn’t I?”

You have no idea, Vex thought, remembering the feeling of her lips against his.

He allowed his fingers to intertwine with hers like they had earlier that day. “I’m just glad I could be there for you.”

He couldn’t see Alfie’s face in the darkness but he could hear her swallow.

“So am I,” she said softly. There was a pregnant pause that made him wonder if it was possible that she actually remembered the kiss but then she gave his hand a squeeze and said, “Goodnight, Vex.”

“Goodnight, Alfie,” he whispered, letting her hand go.

It was only when her breathing had evened out that he allowed himself to touch his lips in remembrance of something soft and sacred, and squeezed his eyes shut in silent despair.

————

Years later, after they had shared their first proper kiss, he gathered up the courage to ask, “Do remember the first time you kissed me?”

Ho-Tan froze for a moment but then face softened and she gave the tiniest nod before she ducked her head. “Of course I do. How could I forget?”

She smiled up at him, a little shyly, and Vex frowned in confusion. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

One of her hands found its way to his cheek and cradled it as if he was the most precious thing in all the Realms. Vex’s heart stuttered in his chest.

“Because even though a part of me was clearly already in love with you, most of me had no idea why I’d done that. It … it scared me, Vex – the idea of loving someone. Because who could ever like me? A girl who’s actually a boy?”

Vex gently leaned their foreheads together.

“Who could like a boy who’s the son of an Evil Overlord?” he whispered. He brought up a hand to her face, mirroring hers on his. “We’re not our pasts, Alfie. You’re as much a boy as I’m evil.”

“I know,” Ho-Tan breathed. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realise that.”

“Don’t be,” Vex smiled. “We got there in the end.”

He angled his head to bring their lips together and smiled at the familiar tingling sensation.

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I posted 362 times in 2022

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I tagged 345 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#angst - 115 posts

#misc - 106 posts

#dazed - 81 posts

#bruised - 71 posts

#bloody - 56 posts

#whump art - 42 posts

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#bucky barnes - 38 posts

#unconscious - 37 posts

#fandom ws - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#this is so amusing to me because sibling whump in nature was and at times still is the main thing i consume in fanfiction lmao

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Like The Dawn

"I Know It Will Pass" (Bertolf)

You can also find this on Ao3.

Fandom: Prodigal Son (2019)  |   rated: General Audiences   |   wc: 198 (drabble)

Characters:  Malcolm Bright & Gil Arroyo    |    gen

Tags/warnings: mild hurt/comfort, headaches/migraines, comforting Gil Arroyo

Summary: Malcolm gets a sudden migraine. 

For some reason, it comes out of nowhere. 

His concentration wavers, until that point the article before him crystal clear and the focus of his attention. His line of view blurs, the printed words start to tremble – and then the pain is clutching at his temples, sudden and adamant. He closes his eyes immediately. He has ignored the symptoms up until this point, isn’t even sure there were any.

The article flutters from his hands onto the table, a deep sigh escapes his lips.

He swallows hard. 

There will be horrible nausea next, it’s already blooming in his stomach, starting to crawl up his body. Grinding his teeth makes the hammering pain in his temples worse but he can’t stop himself while he crumbles forward, bringing his arms up onto the table, turning them into a makeshift pillow for his head. 

His heart races. 

It’ll be okay. It -

„It'll pass, City Boy.“, a warm quiet voice washes over him and he feels a hand at the nape of his neck, hears a glass being put on his table. 

Gratitude fills him and his jaw relaxes. The sigh leaving his lips is now one of relief.

It will pass.

6 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#4

One of my favorite tropes or whatever is honestly the Caretaker saying "Damnit, [whumpee name]", and tapping the Whumpee's cheek or frantically touching their limbs, looking for a wound, the source of the blood, for what's wrong.

Hng, just. The worry, the angst....the unconscious or dazed other person's life lying in the hands of that Caretaker who's massively anxious, bordering on panicking and still prioritizing the Whumpée.

Just takes the "Damnit, (name)" of panicky, jittery, worried-out-of his mind caretaker with not-quite-there Whumpée to make my heart a-flutter...

10 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#3

Kommunikations - Quadrat

Man kann das hier auch auf Ao3 und ff.de finden.

Fandom: Tatort (Team Stuttgart) |  rated: General Audiences / P6  |  wc: 1371 (OS)

Charaktere: Sebastian Bootz, Thorsten Lannert, Stefanie Seiler   |    gen

Tags |  warnings: Episode tag zu Episode: “Videobeweis”, mild hurt/comfort, light angst, ein Hauch von Fix-It mit ein bisschen Versöhnung, Freundschaft   |  Familienprobleme

Synopsis:  Manchmal führt das Einreiben von schmerzenden Rücken zu kathartischen Gesprächen.

„Kannst du mir den Rücken einreiben?“

Sebastian hält inne und wirft Thorsten einen fragendenden und leicht überrumpelten Blick zu.

Bitte was?!

„Ich komm‘ da selber nich‘ hin.“, erklärt Thorsten. „Bitte.“

Wortlos steht Sebastian auf, der Cappuccino für den Moment vergessen. Ohne etwas zu erwidern tritt er an den Schreibtisch seines Kollegen heran und nimmt die Salbe in die Hand, kommt hinter Thorsten zum Stehen.

Julia schwebt ihm vor dem inneren Auge, auf das der Gedanke an Majas trockene und entmutigende Nachrichten folgen. Er schiebt diesen von sich und unterdrückt ein Seufzen, als sich Thorsten vorbeugt und es offensichtlich Sebastian so einfach wie möglich machen möchte, an seinen Rücken zu gelangen. Sebastian hilft ihm, sein Oberteil etwas hochzuziehen, nachdem er die Tube aufgeschraubt hat.

„Wie lang geht das eigentlich schon so?“, fragt er, während er ein wenig Salbe auf den unteren Rücken Thorstens drückt und dann mit einem Finger etwas ungelenk verreibt.

„Eine Weile.“

Thorstens Stimme klingt angestrengt und ein wenig peinlich berührt. Er stützt sich auf seinen Schreibtisch auf – Sebastian muss sein Gesicht gar nicht sehen, um zu wissen, dass es wahrscheinlich vor Schmerz ein wenig verzogen ist

„Aha.“

Konzentriert verreibt Sebastian erneut ein wenig Salbe, während sich kurz Stille über sie legt.

„Ich glaub‘ Julia hat damals während der Schwangerschaft mit Henri genau die gleiche Salbe benutzt. Bei Maja aber nich‘, da war’s eine andere.“, erklärt er.

Es rutscht ihm quasi einfach so raus.

„Hm.“, entgegnet Thorsten nur. 

Etwas in Sebastians Brustkorb zieht sich zusammen und er presst die Lippen aufeinander, um diese versehentlich geäußerte Information nicht weiter auszuführen. Stattdessen drückt er den Finger mit Salbe ein wenig in einen Knoten, den er zu spüren glaubt, und runzelt die Stirn.

„Herr Doktor Vogt hat angerufen, die Erge- oh. Sorry.“  

Sebastian schaut auf und trifft den Blick ihrer aktuellen Auszubildenden. Er hat nicht einmal Zeit, zu erschrecken – sehr zu seinem eigenen Erstaunen fühlt er sich auch nicht einmal irgendwie ertappt. Niemandem wird entgangen sein, dass Thorsten in letzter Zeit Schmerztabletten als neue Mahlzeit-Beilage anzusehen scheint. Er weicht Frau Seilers Blick weder aus, noch macht er irgendwelche Anstalten, schnell von Thorsten wegzutreten.

„Ähm. Die Ergebnisse von der DNA-Analyse vom Brieföffner sind da.“, fügt Frau Seiler hinzu und Sebastian schraubt ruhig die Tube wieder zu.

„Wollen Sie auch ´nen Cappuccino?“, fragt er und weist mit der Salbe auf die To-Go-Becher.

Ihre Auszubildende wirkt ein wenig amüsiert, scheint dem Angebot aber nicht abgeneigt zu sein. Sie nickt bestätigend, macht ein paar Schritte auf Sebastians Schreibtisch zu und schnappt sich einen der Becher. Sie blickt Sebastian und Thorsten noch einmal kurz an, nickt – und geht dann wieder.

„Hm.“, gibt Ersterer von sich, und wendet dann den Kopf wieder in Richtung seines Kollegen.

Er stellt fest, dass sich dieser wieder aufgerichtet und etwas zu ihm gedreht hat, die Hände in den Hosentaschen. Sein Blick ruht auf Sebastian, der diesen aber nicht wirklich deuten kann. Ein wenig zurücktretend runzelt er die Stirn.

Was ist denn jetzt los?

„Hm? Was?“

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14 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

#2

Malcolm please! 😊

Kizza! ❀ You shall receive 🤗🙈

concussion + see tags

___________________

"Bright? Come on. Malcolm, look at me. Please."

When Malcolm's head lolled forwards, Gil caught it. The cheeks under his fingertips felt clammy and he swallowed the panic threatening to engulf his chest. This was going to end well, it had to.

"G-Gil? What's..going on?" The words were murmured and could hardly be heard.

Gil swallowed, pushing Malcolm back against the wall, gently, stroking a sweaty strand of hair away from the younger man's pale forehead.

"You fell, City Boy. You fell. "

Malcolm squinted at him from eyes half shut, hands limp in his lap.

"Tha' doesn't sound fun.", he slurred, a little louder than before.

"No. It doesn't.", Gil answered, shifting his weight on his knees.

"Gil...I'll be fine."

A short moment of silence settled over them, the traffic nearby the only sound.

Gil forced his throat to work, but he felt a vague sense of certainty.

"Yes, you will, Malcolm."

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44 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jaskier 👀

Hell yeah  👀 Thank you!

trying to hide an injury (kinda) + see tags

_____________________

“Let me look, Jaskier.”

They’re both watching him, like he’s going to break any second. Vultures, the both of them.

“No. No, it’s fine. Honestly, Geralt."

“Bard, come on, you’re trembling. Your hands should get looked at, and that shoulder... Don’t be an ass.” Yennefer sounds incredulous and frustrated. But she tugs at his sleeve, probably harder than intented, eyes fluttering down and sucking in her lower lip. She’s frowning, very hard. 

“Fuck off, you two. Like I said. It’s- It’s fine.”

But his heart is pumping very hard in his chest and he might pass out any second. Shit. Fuck all of this. A hurting body is not at all preferable and should be made un-hurt. Theoretically, he knows this. Theoretically, he knows a lot of things. 

“Jaskier?” 

Geralt can actually sound very worried. Huh. 

“Jaskier, you..you should sit the fuck down.”

Yennefer too, apparently. 

He presses his eyes shut and swallows, because the wave of dizzyness brings nausea with it. 

“Y-yes. I should.” 

Two sets of hands grab him gently by the arms.

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79 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

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[threemothsinsweaters]

After you seeing talking about less unhinged / crazy Emmet and more sad / soft Emmet, I am reminded of how I still have to figure out how I depict him in my head myself. Because like... I definetly DO get the feeling he is the more loose canon, especially in comparison to Ingo, and depending on the characterization he is also so EXTREMELY blunt it's hysterical because 99 percent of the time it comes of as rude (That fucking ... Manga panel of him speedwalking towards a trainer like "I am here to eavesdrop" lives rent free in my brain)... But I also just feel like he genuinly just isn't as... Mean spirited as people sometimes portray him you feel me? My current take is genuinly well meaning and good guy with absolutely NO filter whatsoever, which results in instances where he may walk up to you after a lost battle all "I am Emmet. :D You fought veeerrrry bad." But if you actually stick around after that and ask what went wrong he will not hesitate to give you genuinly good advice on how to improve after that, no "Trade secret " stuff whatsoever, he enjoys helping people but just can't not always say what he means whatsoever. Dunno where I was going with this honestly, I just kind of want some input from other people on this because I think characterization comparisons are neat.

Yes

I agree to all of that

Ppl like making him an absolute murder machine when anyone does as much as breathes in Ingo's direction and while sometimes its fun to watch, to see characters crash and burn in fics, it should be the au exception made for fun sometimes, like those shitty serial killer angst aus every fandom has, not how everyone portrays him everywhere and always

I like reading/writing unhinged Emmet sometimes, but only sometimes, and even then I don't pretend like he's always like that.

Also how obsessive so many ppl make him is simply weird and uncomfortable at this point

Like, so many people say "shippers dni" and then turn around and make Emmet borderline glued to Ingo and refusing to go more than two steps away while threatening everyone who does as much as looks at them, and its just.... Weird. Uncomfortable. Feels kinda messed up. It doesn't feel like sibling relationship anymore, because they make him way too obsessed and weird.

And yet they don't see anything wrong with it? Because hey, there's the dni tag, that means they can write what they want and pretend they don't see it as weird in any way despite it being weird af, right?

I seen too many fics with "shippers dni" tags that I clicked on only to find something that was borderline shipping but the author swore up and down its just how siblings are, making me have to leave the fic feeling mildly disturbed because how can they think that this is healthy sibling behavior? How can they think that it's normal in any way?

I wish it wasn't as normalized because seeing it so often is simply so uncomfortable at this point.

Ppl forget that Emmet is just a human at the end of the day, a happy train nerd who loves pokemon and trains and battling, someone who simply misses his brother and that's it. Not a monster killer machine.

He's not a villain, he's a sad, desperate man, but not a villain.

And sure, he's all smiley all the time, but that doesn't excuse making him act crazy like this. I see his smile more as a reassuring thing to make sure people know he means no harm rather than "I will laugh while breaking your bones"

Idk its just my opinion though

I just need more stories where Emmet is shown as a human.

Not a monster.

[rere-the-writer]

Hello! I found your blog and it’s my new obsession. Like, Hiding in the bathroom during work to read your fics.

Anyways can I please request something?

Poly!mikaelson’s x vampire reader where the reader gets kidnapped and tortured to the point she doesn’t recognize when they come to save her and passes out and once they get her home they wait for her to wake and have to calm her down because she freaks out. Maybe one of them even gives her their blood to help her heal because she was seriously injured? I’m a sucker for your angst fics. I turned on notifications for you cause I love your blog so much!

Hands down you have some of the best angst fics for this fandom/ship. 💜💜💜

Aww thank you 🥰 I'mma about make this so angsty

Warnings: angst like all of the angst, fluff in the end

You had been missing for the last two weeks having been taken by Aurora out of jealously she held for you since you were seeing Klaus. The Mikaelsons were waging war against Aurora to get you back which Tristan was angry with his sister as half of the Strix was dead in Elijah's rage coupled with Klaus and Kol slaughtering others. Lucien had heard what happened and wisely stayed out of it not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

You panted laying on the floor of the room Aurora kept you and you could have run if you weren't weak from not feeding and the vervain in your system. You were so tired and in pain and already have gave up on the hope of your lovers would save you.

"You know I am surprised you are still with them. After all you are just a toy I mean Kol has that witch Davina, Rebekah with Marcel then Elijah with that werewolf girl, Hayley."

This had been Aurora's new way of tormenting you by telling you the Mikaelsons didn't care for you. You let out a silent scream as your vocal cords was shot when Aurora stabbed you with a dagger dipped in vervain.

"Poor little old Y/N. Why would they choose a weak baby vampire of three years." Aurora mocked as you layed there feeling weak and ready to die as you couldn't take the pain. To you the older vampire had won having been in a cycle of pain of two weeks.

"Aurora, your brother wants to speak with you." You heard Aya tell Aurora and she dropped your head. Listening to them leave as you curled into yourself hurting and giving up.

"Where is she?" You swore you heard Klaus's voice as the sounds bodies dropping and screams rang out as the questioning thought was it really then enter your mind as you passed out. Elijah growled lowly when he found you gently and carefully picked you up.

"You found her." Kol said eyes narrowing seeing the state you were in as Rebekah rushed over.

"She'll need blood, let's get her out of here then deal with Aurora." Elijah said calmly as he was angry and Klaus joined them frowning seeing how hurt you where. They got you home and Elijah washed you frowning seeing the wounds you had and dressed you.

"Let me give her blood." Rebekah said biting her wrist as Elijah tilted your head back as Rebekah gave you her blood.

"I don't understand how Hayley could allow Y/N to be taken." Kol growled looking at you as you were slowly healing even while Kol and Rebekah was taking turns to feed you their blood.

"From what she told Marcel was that they took Jackson too. She didn't think Jackson would survive."

"No Y/N wouldn't. She has only been a vampire for three years." Rebekah tells Elijah as Kol was feeding you more of his blood. It took a day for you to wake up and your scream woke your lovers and Elijah wrapped his arms around you.

"Shhhh sweetling, you're safe, your home." Elijah whispered in your ear holding you tightly as you calmed down panting flinching away when Elijah kissed your temple. Elijah frowned when you pushed yourself away from him.

"Don't Kol, she is panicked." Elijah said softly stopping Kol from run to you as he got off your bed. Your breathing was shallow as memories were piecing themselves together while you climbed back in bed.

"How is she?" Rebekah asked when she walked up hearing your screaming Kol was frowning.

"Panicked. What do we do 'Lijah?"

"Let her process what happened and that she is safe." Elijah says softly watching you curl up into a ball. Klaus growled lowly pacing as three days passed you were doing better but didn't allow your lovers to touch you that wasn't platonic then there were moments you would flinch seeing blood or any knifes and daggers.

"I'm going to kill Aurora."

"No Nik. She is my first Sired, let me." Rebekah growled as Elijah sat thinking, you weren't feeding making them slip blood in your drinks. You weren't sleeping well waking up from nightmares and refusing them to comfort you.

"Aurora will die but we need to focus on our little vamp." Kol said worried about you watching you with Camille. You were smiling but it didn't reached your eyes.

"Nightmares I understand but pushing us away?"

"Maybe let her go?" They turned their heads seeing Hayley standing there arms crossed.

"Hayley." Klaus growled a warning as she rolled her eyes looking at Elijah.

"Look clearly she is a lost cause so stick her somewhere were she isn't a bother. The first Sired needs to be taken care of and you guys are too busy taking care of Y/N."

"No we won't abandon her!"

"Rebekah is right Hayley. She needs us also Tristan is in hiding with Aurora worried we are knocking on his door."

"Which we are." Klaus said as you walked back in with Camille rushing back up to your bedroom not looking at the Mikaelsons.

"How is she, Camille?"

"Honestly? A reck, Aurora did a number on her. Just don't give up on her, Aurora told her some nasty things."

"Thank you Camille." Elijah said as the human nodded then sent Rebekah up to you first.

"You guys know she won't be the same right?"

"Of course but she'll be stronger like a Phoenix." Klaus said smirking. Later that night you had another nightmare and Rebekah stood at door.

"Sweetheart?"

"Beka." You rasped out holding your arms out to her as Rebekah was quick to pull you against her as for the first time since you been back you let out a heart retching sob.

"Shhhhh I' m here I am not going anywhere, beautiful." Rebekah cooed softly as you nodded still crying when Kol came in unable to take your cries. To their surprise you let Kol hold you as you rolled over clinging to him.

Then scent of nutmeg and lavender with warm vanilla filled your senses you know the scents belonged to Kol and Rebekah. It brought comfort as you finally felt safe as you buried yourself in their arms.

"Rebekah? Kol?" Freya whispered finding them in your room she got teary eyed seeing you nuzzled up to Rebekah as Kol had his face pressed against your back.

"Freya? Something wrong?"

"Look Elijah." Freya whispered as he looked into your bedroom his eyes softened as his heart swelled with joy seeing you seeking comfort finally.

They found Aurora and while Elijah took care of Tristan. Aurora was left in the mercy of Klaus, Rebekah and Kol which the three showed Aurora just why most didn't dare get near you.

"Did you kill her?" Elijah asked seeing his all too pleased siblings.

"Oh no. We sealed her away in a wall making her believe there will be a point in time that we will kill her.

"I see. Just how did you do this ?"

"Compelled her. Rebekah made her believe that I was coming to save her. Klaus said smirking as Elijah smiled.

"Ah. Better than me dumping Tristan in the ocean." Elijah says smirking as they now shift their attention on you and taking out Lucien.

You stood outside of Klaus's bedroom and stepped inside while Rebekah Kol was great but you missed your wolf.

"Nik?"

"Oh. Love come here." Klaus said half asleep as you rushed into his arms. You drowned yourself in his scent of old paint with the under tone was warm spice.

"Nik."

"Shhhh love don't cry. You're still weak, you'll get sick." Klaus said softly as you hummed a quiet okay. You sighed nuzzling into his neck while he rubbed your back and for the first night since you gotten back you got to sleep without nightmares.

You were doing better more and more each day finally feeding and allowing your lovers touch and cuddle you as you weren't ready for intimacy. But you still stayed away from Elijah until the others left for a night to find out what Lucien was up to.

Your scream rang out waking Hayley and Elijah. The scent of pine, bourbon and spices as one thought rang through your head....Elijah.

"Shhh baby. I'm here you're safe." Elijah whispered in your ear waiting for you to push him away but was surprised when you rolled over latching on to him.

"Eli. I was doing so well. You must think I'm weak." You said weakly as he just held you closer kissing your head rubbing your back.

"No no baby. I don't think you're weak. You have been so strong." Elijah whispered squeezing you gently.

"But I trying to be stronger for you.... like Hayley." You tell him as it clicked for Elijah why you hadn't came to him like you did the others.

"Baby, I don't want you like Hayley. Strong or not I love you and wish you would need me too."

"I always need you. I love you too." You whispered relaxing in him hold as he lulled you back to sleep. Later that night the others joined you two surrounding you with warmth and love as you finally felt safe and at home.

[equizona]

Note: Since my ask box is empty, I decided to write this idea. I thought it would be an interesting approach. If you guys would like to see the dateables then tell me! (ALSO MY ASK BOX IS OPEN!)

Scenario: Obey Me! where the MC is a character in an otome game.

Fandom(s): Obey Me!

Character(s): Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor,

Warning(s): Light angst?

Lucifer[Avatar of Pride]

He probably just passed by Leviathan when he was playing the game, and your design caught his attention.

He refuses to let ANYONE know he plays the game, and his fondness of a fictional character will be taken to his grave.

He has ALL of your cards, no exceptions on the rule, and he's quite proud about it.

He probably has your set outfit be a more formal one? If there is a card where you're dressed in more formal setting that would probably be his favorite too.

Acts like he has no idea who you are whenever any of his brothers talk about you.

Surprisingly, none of his brothers know that he plays the game. Satan is a tiny bit suspicious because of his detective skills, but nothing is confirmed.

He's rich as shit so he has no problem using real money on special items for you, and if there's any items that give special dialog he WILL get his hands on it no matter what it takes, trust me.

Won't be able to answer any calls he gets from you all the time, but whenever he does he'll just relax to the sound if your voice.

Will give donations to whoever is your voice actor don't testhim—

Mammon[Avatar of Greed]

He likes to pretend that he isn't your fan but everyone can see right through him–

Will never miss any of your phone calls, they are the light of his life, like, seriously.

Will use actual money to get you the items, he just wants you to be happy.

Whenever you give him an item he goes over the moon, giving his phone this super cute giddy smile.

Whenever he gets an action during the surprise guests wrong he wants to cry, he doesn't want you to get angry at him.

Will get lots of items that are themed around you, and will probably grab anything he sees that holds even the slightest resemblance to you.

If you have a theme song then it is 100% his ringtone, no that is not up for debate.

Whenever he gets sad he'll play a phone call and just listen to your voice.

Leviathan[Avatar of Envy]

Ah yes, the king of being a fictional character simp.

He's the one who found the game, which set in motion the action of everyone adoring you.

You think he likes the lord of shadows? Henry? Ruri-chan? If so, then I don't want to tell you how bad he's got it for you.

He has ALL of your cards, haste highest level of your intimacy, knows all of your dialog by heart by now.

He has all merch that is even remotely related to you, and your theme song would also be his ringtone and alarm.

He cosplays you for sure.

Has a body pillow that he would bring to prom no questions asked.

Is your number 1 fan, and he gets involved with anything that is involved with you.

Will not stands any slander on your name and has only positive things to say about you.

Sometimes gets super sad that you aren't real but he'll get over it the next time he gets a phone call from you.

Satan[Avatar of Wrath]

Honestly he was not ready to end up liking a dating game so much, but here he is.

He'll just kind of have you on the screen on his phone while he reads aloud wishing that you were real–

Whenever he gets upset or angry he'll take his phone out and see if there's anything related to you that he can do to calm down.

Really likes playing the events and is always super excited to see what the next one will be about.

Get's super angry each time someone other than you is a surprise guest, it just really passes him off for some reason?

Will suck up every single detail about yourself that is given to him, he knows your character better than the writers do at this point.

If your character likes books he's even happier!

Has a suspicion that Lucifer knows and likes your character but he can't confirm anything.. yet.

He's getting there don't worry, and he'll be telling you every step on that plan–

Asmodeus[Avatar of Lust]

He doesn't have as much as Leviathan does, but he has have some of your merchandise.

Definitely has a keychain of you on his phone. He isn't embarrassed, he likes your character almost as much as he likes himself!

Because of him the game has a way bigger fandom than it used to do, many wanting to know what got the Asmodeus so hooked.

He defiantly paints his nails themed around you, as well as his make-up. coming up with fun designs on both make-up looks and his nails themed around you is his favorite thing ever.

If he sees any outfit of your character that he really likes he will get it!

Bases some of his outfits on you as well!

Likes to make jewelry and other accessories that would fit your aesthetic too!

Whenever he's doing his beauty routine he'll either be talking about random things to his phone with you and the screen, or he'll be listening to a phone call or a theme song.

Beelzebub[Avatar Gluttony]

Sweet boy probably only downloaded the game when he realized that three of his siblings(Levi, Satan and Asmo, they are the only ones brave enough to show how much they like you) enjoyed the game and he wanted something to talk to them about!

He didn't really know which character his siblings liked but he immediately took a liking to you.

He spends real money to get food for you to eat since he doesn't want you to be hungry.

Listents to your phone-calls while he eats or before a game so that he can hype himself up.

Sometimes likes to play music while he works out and your song is on ALL OF HIS PLAYLISTS–

When he realized that you were his brothers favorite character too, he was super excited, listening to all of Levi's rants about you.

Since Asmo dles everyone's nails he might sometime ask him to make his nails a bit different and theme them around you.

Whenever he can't sleep or has had a nightmare, he'll try and refrain from eating everything in the kitchen and instead opens the app to talk with you.

Belphegor[Avatar of Sloth]

Remembers Leviathan talking about you and the game, and since he was feeling really fucking lonely in the attic he downloaded it and gave it a try.

Your character was a huge comfort to him, especially since he remembered that Beel liked your character as well.

If your character is human it might have helped him calm down from his hatred a tiny bit. Not a lot, but a bit.

Will talk about the stars with you whenever he can, even if he knows you can't actually hear him.

Will listen to your phonecalls or songs whenever he goes to sleep, which is quite often lmao.

He has really good luck and somehow has all of your really rare cards!

He's super smug about that.

He doesn't level a lot of your cards up though, since he's too lazy to actually focus a lot on the story line. He mainly likes your character from what he's seen in chats.

When content with you starts running low he'll just quickly go through some seasons so that he can have comfort from you–

You made him feel a lot less lonely when he was in the attic

[starglow-xx]

𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

(𝘯.) 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵

the nakajima atsushi collection of “the love of an older brother” series

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ synopsis: he’s had a terrible childhood, and is in no condition to take care of himself much less a newborn, but he’ll do everything it takes to make sure you’ll have the childhood he’s never had

having a baby sister pt. 1

(platonic!) older brother! nakajima atsushi x baby sister! reader

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff (?) angst (?) maybe this is more hurt/comfort idk, older brother/father figure & baby sister dynamic

tw: mentions of abuse, homelessness, and suicide 

type of work: head canons | pt. 1 | pt. 2 here !!

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a/n: when i say baby, i mean baby. i mean like no older than a month

im pretty sure in the canon world atsushi was only out on his own for a couple of days, but has been seeing the tiger for two weeks, but here i decided to have atsushi on his own for at least a week for some more depth to your sibling relationship (i put it as a warning bc it might trigger ppl but im not sure so i put it just to be safe)

big brother instincts & new beginnings ✧˖*°࿐

he wasn’t expecting anything of his life considering his current state at the orphanage but he certainly wasn’t expecting to have a bundle thrusted in his arms abt two weeks before he was kicked out of the orphanage

honestly speaking, he really didn’t know what to do

atsushi didn’t doubt you being his younger sister, not at all

you looked exactly like him with the heterochromic eyes and your small head of grey hair

the headmaster as well as the rest of the orphanage staff berated him for being such a failure of a child, your parents had finally decided to replace him

he stayed silent and took the harsh words as usual

but then they started to berate you

an innocent little girl barely a month old

they mocked and berated the small bundle in his arms saying that you must have been nearly as much of a failure as he was for them to dump another child at the orphanage

that it was probably bc she looked so much like he did

almost as if you could understand their terrible words, you had started to cry and that’s when atsushi snapped

he knew he wasn’t important and that nobody would care if anything happened to him but he still wanted to protect you

you haven’t done anything wrong and was unable to defend yourself

was that what big brother instincts were?

atsushi was sure that’s what they were

not that he knew anything abt them in the first place

naturally, he received a punishment while being told that he was useless and wasn’t capable of saving anyone, much less taking care of you, someone of his own flesh and blood

that night was first night with you in his cell

he held you in his arms and kept you close to him, promising to himself and to you that he’d take care of you and protect you the best he could

promising that he would prove everyone wrong

the next day, he was given a note that had your name and birthday

nakajima (y/n)

your birthday revealed that you were only 2 weeks old

the more he felt the need to shield you from the world you were placed in

from that day on, atsushi did his best to take care of you

he wasn’t visited often by any of the orphanage workers, but everyday at the crack of dawn, a bag filled with powdered baby formula, water, diapers, and clean rags was dumped at the the opening of his cell

despite being constantly reminded that he was not suited to take care of a baby, the responsibility to raise you fell on him

he taught himself everything that came with raising a child

he fed you, he burped you, he changed your diaper, he washed you with the water and rags, he comforted you when you cried, he even made you laugh!

it didn’t matter if he couldn’t sleep all night and was tired as hell, that his arms felt like they were going to fall off bc he didn’t want to set you down for fear of an infection, he did it all

“don’t worry (y/n) i’ll take care of you...”

atsushi knew that the life in store for both you and him was going to be rough, that you couldn’t grow up in a stable, healthy, loving environment, so he would always apologize to you

he would hold you close and whisper his apologies, that he was sorry that you had to be raised in a godforsaken place like this, that you couldn’t grow up with loving parents, that you would have to be raised and taken care of by a nobody

“im so sorry (y/n), you don’t deserve this...”

god writing that one line made me sad :((

he has always been told that there was no reason why he was alive, but with you coming into his life he believed that it was okay for him to live even if only to raise you

every time you’d smile, let out a big yawn, or just look at him with your bigs eyes, he’d feel better

he panicked when he woke up on the seventh day and realized you were sick

really sick

he screamed and shouted for anyone to help him, for even just a little bit of medicine, a doctor, anything

he didn’t want to lose you

you were all he had

at some point, he didn’t know when, the headmaster came by and took you from him

he tried to come with, but was only slapped back and forced back in the cell

“wait please! she’s my sister let me go!”

coincidentally, that was the night he ended up transforming into a tiger

not that he was aware of that either

the next morning, you were slightly better, but still a bit warm to the touch

the two of you were also kicked out that day

atsushi was scared as hell

not only did the two of you barely have anything to survive, but you were still a bit sick

he only had one clean rag, the blankets and clothes you were bundled up in, one bottle full of formula, and two diapers

the moment the two of you hit the streets atsushi gave up his pride and just started asking, begging, anyone who would pass by for money, food, anything because his precious baby sister was sick

seeing how young the girl in his arms was, people did help him, but there were still a lot of people who ignored him and or gave him pitiful looks

luckily, one lady bought you medicine and even a new blanket to properly shield you from the cold

atsushi was so relieved when your fever went away completely

and with all those other small donations of money you received, he stopped by at the nearest convenience/drug store

he bought diapers, baby formula, bottles of water, a little bit of food for himself, and a small bag to put everything inside cause quite honestly his arms were dying

there were some times when he couldn’t seem to remember everything

one moment the two of you were walking with you in his arms, the next, the two of you were somewhere completely different; you were settled on the ground and he was lying down next to you

he just brushed it off bc he thought it was due to the fatigue and hunger

fast forward one week, you were now abt a month old, and you guys were back at square one

all the supplies atsushi has been so meticulously trying to save was finally all gone

that also happened to be the day atsushi met dazai and kunikida

he was hesitant in saving the drowning man bc it meant he would have to place you down

but he did end up saving the man and ended up getting lectured for it

go figure

the man who atsushi would soon learn to be dazai osamu, was confused at first seeing the bundle of blankets in his arms; he thought you were his own child

he was denied, with atsushi saying that you were his younger sister, not his daughter

although at this point, anyone could argue with that statement

when kunikida started to yell at dazai from across the river, you had started to cry

atsushi instantly went into “big brother mode” and started to shush you, whispering gentle words while rocking you gently

dazai shouted back at kunikida shaming him for making a baby cry (with him yelling back he didn’t know there was a baby) before observing the actions of your big brother

“there you are you idiot!”

*cue the waterworks*

“kunikida-kun look you made a baby cry!”

“dumbass! not like i knew there was a child there!”

but kunikida does feel bad abt it tho

you: *crying & fussing*

atsushi: “shhh, it’s okay, i’ve got you...”

dazai: hmm (・・ ) 

before he knew it, the four of you were in the little teahouse

atsushi was eating chazuke with one arm and holding you to his chest with his other

but the moment you started to fuss, it was like the chazuke didn’t exist

when you kept on crying, atsushi figured that you were hungry

atsushi was so freaking relieved that he met the two strangers bc you had drank up all the formula earlier in the afternoon

so thanks to kunikida, atsushi had a new supply of baby formula so he quickly whipped up a new bottle and bam you stopped crying

soon enough, you drifted off to sleep

surprisingly, kunikida took you from atsushi saying that his arms must of been dying for holding you for who knows how long

it really was to make up for making you cry earlier

dazai teased him for it so kunikida kicked him under the table

after finishing his meal, atsushi ended up explaining what had happened starting when you first showed up to when the two of you got kicked out

compared to the canon bsd world, both dazai and kunikida felt more pity

cause they’re in their early twenties and their lives were already a mess and they didn’t have to worry abt food, clothes, shelter etc. but the young adult (barely an adult!) in front of them was raising a newborn (apparently newborns are from birth to two months idk) and he was homeless and jobless

fast forward once again to the warehouse and boom there’s a tiger

before atsushi had transformed, dazai had asked to have a turn to hold you and hesitantly, atsushi obliged

dazai wanted to test a theory

sure enough, when the tiger had seen the bundle in the suicidal maniac’s arm, it was pissed

it growled and charged at dazai

quickly, dazai placed you gently on a floor away from the view of the tiger and when it figured out that he didn’t have the bundle, it got even more pissed, but backed away from the brunette carefully stalking and creeping throughout the warehouse

the tiger had found you and nuzzled you with it’s head making you wake up and smile, even reaching out your arms to the beast

dazai was most definitely intrigued

the moment the tiger figured out you went missing, even if it was pissed at dazai, it went looking for you instead; and when it found you, you showed no fear of the tiger, instead welcoming it

“interesting...”

he watched as atsushi in his tiger form circled around the baby before locking eyes again with dazai

in a few minutes, atsushi was back to normal and kunikida came running in

the blond noticed the now awake girl on the ground and picked you up yelling at dazai for letting the baby be on the floor

“dazai you can’t let a baby lie on the floor dammit!”

after kunikida got mad again at dazai for leaving out the fact that your older brother was the tiger, cue the entrances of our other lovely ada members <3

“no casualties? how boring.”

“there are no casualties yosano-sensei, but we do have a baby!!” :D

yosano, kenji, and ranpo stared at dazai before eyeing the light pink bundle in kunikida’s arm

they peeked inside the bundle only to be met with a baby girl with big purple-yellow eyes and a small head of grey colored hair, matching the color of the passed out boy in front of them

you, oblivious to the situation at hand, closed your eyes and yawned as the three new faces appeared into your peripheral vision

you open your eyes slowly, blinking to get used to your surroundings

kenji smiled at you before raising a finger for you to grab

being used to a similar action from your brother, you reached out a grabbed it

kenji smiled even wider as he shook his finger up and down as if the two of you were having that as your handshake

ranpo stared at you for a while before poking your cheek 

yosano gently stroked your head

“is she his?”

“nope! his little sister!” :D

“what are you planning to do with them dazai?”

“we’ll make them one of us!”

...

“dazai the agency is no place for raising a child!”

“ne ne kunikida-kun are you sure? you’re looking very motherly over there!”

...

it was a good thing kunikida was preoccupied with you cause dazai would have probably been thrown across the warehouse right then and there

it was by then your brother started gaining his consciousness

after dazai told him abt his tiger arm, he both inwardly and outwardly panicked

outwardly panicked bc ohmygod there’s a tiger arm attached to him

and inwardly panicked bc ohmygod he’s a tiger what if he hurt you

“nakajima atsushi-kun! from this day forward, you and your darling of a little sister are now members of the armed detective agency!”

atsushi: h u h ? ?

and from there, that’s where it all began

a/n : was i tempted to start a fan fiction? most definitely. am i going to? no, i have too many things going on 😅

ik i still haven’t put up a new part to flour and fluff, my fic on quotev, or my 100 followers event, but ngl i got stumped half way through writing all three but i really wanted to write smth so yeah this idea went into delivery at an ungodly time in the morning and wasn’t finished being delivered until four forty something in the morning

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize! the reblog button is there for a reason.

[zodiyack]

Lacking In Facts

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera​: Y/n’s having a heart to heart with Enola, she finally admits to someone that Sherlock is the love of her life, but she believes he's in love with her cousin, Irene Adler. She says she knows this because he still has Irene’s picture in his study, and he used to mix up their names. BUT, Sherlock is behind the door, listening to everything, and she couldn't be more wrong! She thinks he married her out of pity, but the truth is that he was never very good at expressing emotion, and he thought she was just shy. So, when they go back home that day, Sherlock tells his wife everything he's feeling, and they finally made up (and maybe, some kids in the future)

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, me not proof-reading oops

Words: 1,185

Summary: (See Request)

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​, @thewarriorprincessxo​, @maan24​, @beckster07890​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​

Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

Y/n was in the office, arms behind her resting atop the smooth wood of the desk she leaned against. Enola, sitting in her brother’s chair like a little doll in a child’s seat, listened with furrowed brows as her sister-in-law spoke. Her detective skills were put to use throughout their conversation. Every now and then, the Holmes girl’s face would morph in thought but her words were saved in a little pouch until Y/n would wait for her opinion.

“Why would you think that?” Her tone held genuine curiosity but the question also helped in getting more context.

“Look at the desk, Enola. The photos. They...see for yourself.”

Enol nodded and leaned forward, inspecting the variety of framed pictures her brother had placed on the surface. One of their family, one of him and Y/n, and then- Her eyes doubled in size, the small gasp telling Y/n she’d seen it.

“My cousin. Now, why would my husband keep pictures of Irene on his desk?”

“Perhaps they’re just really good...friends?” Enola couldn’t even believe the words that left her mouth. The disbelief put her at a loss for words, which was rare for Enola and her genius brother. The greater feeling was disappointment. Disappointment in her older brother for...whatever this situation was. “What else leads you to such a conclusion?”

“The fact that he couldn’t remember the difference in our names until only recently.”

“Explain, please.”

“Behind closed doors, he’d call me Irene or Adler, despite our names being different. In public, he’d refer to me as wife or something sweet, but when we were alone it was always the wrong name.”

This one had an explanation...if Enola’s theory was correct. She hoped with a strong passion that her brother only confused the two for reasons such as similarities in their faces. Then again, Y/n and Irene didn’t look as similar as siblings would.

“Does he still tend to mix your names?”

“No...not really...”

‘That’s a relief’, thought Enola. “Are you sure he wasn’t just confused?”

“By who he’s married to? Then yeah, he’s confused. Otherwise, he’s not. I...Do you think he married me out of pity?”

Enola choked on the air she’d inhaled, looking towards her sister in law with wide eyes once again. This time, Y/n had turned to face the girl, deep hurt sprawled across her features. Her brows were knitted and her eyes looked glossy- as if she would cry any moment. The tone of her question seemed to hold just as much sorrow as her e/c orbs, her voice even breaking near the end of her words.

“Y/n...”

“Enola. I’m...I’m serious. I don’t see why he would willingly marry me if he’s in love with my cousin. I want him to be happy but in order to do that, it would require me to be unhappy.”

“Are you happy? Like, truly happy?”

Y/n hesitated with her answer. “Somewhat.”

“Could you expand on that?”

“I’m happy with him...he’s the man of my dreams yet knowing he doesn’t belong to me only brings a cloud of hurt to my heart. I can’t live with a man who doesn’t truly love me.”

“Do you love him?” Enola already knew the answer. She’d seen the way Y/n looked at Sherlock, and the way Sherlock returned the look- however, her brother was a harder person to read. Perhaps she’d misread her older brother?

“Honestly? Yes. With all my heart. I’d die for him if it came to that,” she chuckled softly and thanked Enola for the handkerchief she’d passed after the first few tears spilt, “but what kind of wife would I be to hold him back from happiness?”

Unbeknownst to the two, who continued the debate, the man of the topic was standing behind the door. He sighed deeply and held a look of regret as he walked away.

“Darling?” His voice rang throughout the home. It echoed in silence for a moment before the sound of steps rushing down a staircase responded. “There you are. When did you get home?”

“About an hour ago... I took a bath whilst waiting for you.”

“About that...” He frowned. There was no way she was actually waiting for him. If she truly felt insecure about her role as his wife, she did an amazing job hiding it. A flaw and gift all the same. “We need to talk.”

Y/n’s posture adjusted, the smile upon her lips, undoubtedly forced, falling. “Is something wrong?”

“Please, Y/n. This can no longer be avoided.” He tilted his head towards the sofa and held his hand out to direct her. As they relocated from the spot beside the stairs to the cushions, Sherlock thought over the words he’d say. She watched her husband with furrowed brows laced with concern.

“Sherlock, what’s bothering you?”

Sherlock almost laughed. “Nothing. The question is, what’s bothering you, Y/n?” Her head moved from the confused tilt back to it’s natural upright position. Brows unfurrowing and body suddenly still, he knew he asked the right question.

“Whatever do you mean by that? I’m fine...”

“No, you’re not. You tell me that over and over...” he scoffed, “I’ve never thought about how good of an actress you are.”

“Thank you?”

“Tell me, Y/n. Why won’t you tell me? You’ll tell Enola but when I ask, you act like nothing in the world could bother you. As much as it warms my heart seeing you happy, knowing that it’s all an act is like a stab in it and its faux joy.”

She couldn’t tell if he was hurt or upset. The smile he held, full of astonishment and disbelief, did nothing to help her reading. No words came to her for a defense but he spared her wordlessness as he continued.

“I would’ve told you, Y/n.” He grabbed her hands, causing her to lift her eyes to his. “I would’ve told you the truth if you’d just asked.”

“What truth? That you’re in love with-”

“No. I’m not in love with her. That would be a lie. The truth is that I’m horrible at expressing emotion. The truth is that I thought you were shy. The truth is that I’m in love with you, but in fear that I’d drive you away, I chose to keep it to myself. The truth is that I had just as hard of a time admitting it to myself as you did unto yourself.”

Y/n’s bottom lip quivered with the threat to spill more liquified sadness from her eyes. The confession had certainly caught her off-guard. Sherlock’s palms met her cheeks softly, forcing her to meet his eyes again before he slowly leaned in. Their lips met and with that single kiss, they’d reconciled.

“So...you aren’t in love with her?” Y/n asked after they’d pulled away.

Sherlock let out a hearty chuckle as he shook his head. “No, Y/n, you just simply had a lack of proper facts.” Y/n began to giggle along.

“Perhaps I should leave the detective-ing to you and Enola.”

“Who’s to say our children won’t become detectives? They could use some of your acting as well.”

“So they could.”