#i wrote this while i was studying just now and got attacked by the feels

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

Sheriff Grayson 🎀🎀🎀

Okay, I kinda wanna write Grayson fics, would you guys be into that? Okay, I'm just gonna keep writing police mommy

Warning: Slight Smut. Marcus. Can't tell the difference between colleague and coworker. barely proofread

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

You are a Junior officer that just graduated a couple months ago. You work as an enforcer now in Grayson's department, and you try your hardest not to look at her too long, or study her facial features, her body, the way she walks, the way she talks— yeah, you're kind of obsessed. You had a huge crush on her, the first time you guys met. She welcomed you, and her being the sheriff, she was often the one telling you what to do, and she's kind enough to teach you what you don't know. And boy, do you love it.

Every 'Hi' every 'goodmorning' every smile, and wave she sends you, you just feel like you have a mini heart attack right then and there. You try your best not to get your feelings in the way, however, since sheriff grayson was just very professional, and very kind. 'She's 40+ goddammit! Get a hold of yourself' you scream internally.

You kept that crush to yourself, though, not even telling your closest friends, and coworkers about it, when they ask if you have eyes for anyone at the department. Of course, as a professional-unprofessional, you just laugh, and point to a random person, and say "Hmmm, that, right there, they're pretty hot" and move on with your day. You were pretty easy on the eyes too, some of your colleagues, mainly Marcus had a huge crush on you, but you prefer women, but that didn't stop him from trying and hitting on you though. He often asks you for drinks sometimes after your shift was over, which you took upon once in awhile, as long as you had company, but when it's just you two, you decline.

Grayson was the only one you had eyes on anyways. But, you're probably not her type, you being young and unexperienced and all. But you do appreciate her kindness towards you, often, when Marcus hits on you during work hours, she'll scold him, and tell you to just ignore him. Or when you have no clue what to do, she'll just assign you to do something easier. She'd offer to buy you lunch, when you'd overwork yourself too much, and she hears your stomach grumble too much. But you'd shyly decline her offer since you don't want to abuse your sheriff's kindess too much, and you're not really used to someone caring like that, let alone your crush. So you'd just blush, and tell her "Oh, thank you, Sheriff, but I'm fine, really." You say, with a soft smile, while you avoid her gaze to hide your blush.

She chuckles, with her deep voice, you can hear it vibrate to be honest. You can see her adams apple, everytime she talks, and you find that so hot. "Nonsense. I insist, please, let me buy you lunch." When you politely decline again, she stands up and smile at you, "I understand." as she turns to walk away. About half an hour later, you just came back from the restroom, and you find a paper bag on your desk, with a note that writes "I'm sorry for blatantly disobeying your wishes right now, but you truly need something to eat. I asked some of your friends what food you like, so I got you this. 💕–G" and all you could do was cover your cheeks, and feel your face getting hotter and hotter. You try to hide your blush, and your smile, by sitting down quickly, and you try to find her, and you see her looking at you through the glass of her office, while she was talking with someone. She winks at you, and continues to talk, and all you could do was mouth a small 'Thank you' and open your lunch to see your favourite food in it. At this point your face was burning up, and your colleagues ask if you were doing alright, but you quickly answered– "Yep!" They chuckle, and you eat your lunch there, savoring the taste, and you keep looking at the note Grayson wrote you. You put it under your desk, to keep in with you forever.

This went on for awhile, and every time, you offer to pay her back, but she firmly declines. "No, I truly insist. I do this on my own accord, this isn't a debt, it's just my way of showing you kindness" She smiles, and rejects your offer to pay her back with money, and walks away, before you could even come up with an argument. You start giving back, though. You often bake for the whole precinct when you had time, but this time, you made some custom muffins for Grayson that you know she loves. She doesn't like it too sweet, so you just add more fruit, and less sugar, and you sneak it in her office once in awhile with a note that only contains a "❤️ -(your initial)" Each day, your crush on her was growing, and your feelings get stronger and atronger for her. But with that, you know that that's the only place your feelings would go. Secret, and unnoticed. You know she only thinks of you as something platonic anyways, and you try your best to hide your blushes everytime you interact with her. It's just her face, and her neck when she talks, her eyes when she looks at you, that smug smile, and how good she looks in uniform that drives you insane.

One day, you finally arrested the guy on your case for months, and the whole precinct congratulated you. Marcus proposed drinking for the night, and everybody, except Grayson tagged along. "You kids go, I must stay here to finish off my paper work. With my age, do you really think I'm missing out on that much?" She convinces, but you feel a little sad she's not coming with you. But you try not to let it linger on your mind for too long. It was a huge achievement for you, and she did buy you your favourite candied apples for lunch that day, with a note that said "Congratulations! – G" and you kept that note in your wallet for the night.

You, and your colleagues went to the bar, and you drank all night long in celebratory for your first biggest achievement in yet. Your face was now red, and you were getting notably buzzed, and your body was relaxed, the tension gone, and your words slurred a little bit, and you were just over all just carefree. Your coworkers seemed to be a little tipsy too. You were just all laughing together, and Marcus seemed to fall asleep right then and there, he always asked for drinks, yet he can never hold his alcohol well.

You were buying another round when your co worker suddenly asked "So who do you like?" And you paused for a bit, and you just blinked at her. "I already told you that" You chuckle, and she laughs at you "Yeah, but we both know that's bullshit, so who is it?" You sigh, and finally tell them. "Fine, but, keep your mouths shut everyone... It's... Grayson" They all audibly gasped, surprised, and they all hit your shoulder and laughed. "Grayson?! As in Sheriff Grayson?!" You feel your face burn up again, and you try to hide your face, they were laughing. When they finally calmed down, they hit you again, but this time, it's a lot more calmer. "Don't worry, we get it. We'll keep our mouths shut. Just don't tell mister sleepy head right there" She gestures over a drunk Marcus eith his head down, and they laugh at him.

The night goes smoothly, and you all had to go home. They left, and took marcus home, and you called a cab and went home.

The next day, when you went to work, everybody had hangovers. Everyone, but Marcus. He was looking at you with disgust, and you squint at him to make sure you were seeing right. He looked down on you, he spits, and turns away. You are notably confused, and you ask one of your coworkers that you were with last night. "What's up with him?" You ask them, and they looked oddly nervous, and they were choking alot. You're getting kind of angry at this point "Spit it out." They choke, and blink, and just point at him whispering something to Grayson. You didn't get it at first, but you finally realized what he was doing.

You look absolutely mortified, your face full of betrayal, as Grayson just looks at you for awhile. You both just made eye contact, her eyes going wide, when she finally broke it. 'That's it. I'm getting fired.' You look at your coworker, and demand answers. How could they betray you like this, you ask with tears in your eyes. They say sorry, and explain that last night, when you were all drunk, turns out Marcus was still awake. And heard EVERYTHING. At this point you juat wanted to get swallowed by the earth. You felt like shit. She wasn't supposed to know. Everything was going so well. "W-we're sorry, Y/n. We didn't know." They say trying to comfort you, but you just coldly brush them off. You feel like shit. You know it was your fault for telling them in the first place. they weren't supposed to know. And now it was out.

You were quiet the whole day, the whole week even. Grayson has been bringing you anymore lunch, and she wasn't talking or calling you into her office anymore. When you come across her, she just looks the other way. She doesn't smile, or say 'Hi' to you anymore, when you come in for work. Marcus had finally gotten the hint you just weren't into him, and he stopped trying to flirst with you. Often, he'd just point and laugh, at how pathetic you are, and try your best to ignore him as much as you can.

Till a couple weeks later. You were still quiet, and not talking to anyone else by now. You started to work even harder, just constantly overworking yourself now that you can't trust anyone in the precinct. You bury yourself in paperwork. If you're not doing that, you often just guard, and patrol through the city. Anything to keep your mind away from Grayson.

You can't help it, even when she's ignoring you, she's effortlessly intoxicating.

One rainy night, you were working overtime, trying to finish all your paper work at once since, tomorrow was a weekend, you don't want to have anything on your mind, other than relax at home, and get a drink. By the time you finished, you noticed officer Grayson in her office fixing her things, getting ready to leave. You quickly run out, to make sure you don't go home the same time as her, to avoid any awkward situations, so you run to the door.

It was pouring. You didn't have an umbrella. The one time it rains, the only time you didn't bring an umbrella with you. You were just standing right outside the door, to keep yourself from getting wet. You sigh, and sit on a chair, and wait for the rain to stop. You hear sheriff Grayson walk out the door, cursing under her breath, when she saw how strong the rain, and winds are. You tried your best to look away, and you reached to your pocket, and light a cigarette. She just stands there, across from you, and you notice she's looking at you.

You hear her chuckle. You look to the side, to see she's smiling right at you. You shyly smile back, and she softly opens her mouth "You know, smoking is bad for you, my dear" She says, as she crosses arms and shakes her head. You look down, and take a long drag on your cigarette, and blow smoke to the other side. "Yeah, but, these past few weeks have been... Shitty." You confess. You can barely look her in the eye at this point.

She makes her way towards you, and pats your shoulder. "Mind telling me about it? I wanna make sure you're alright, dear. Sorry if I haven't been attentive these past few days. I have been... Busy." She says, but you can hear the slight hesitation in her voice, but still laced with comfort. You just sigh, and look at the floor, as if the floor was telling you something interesting. You laugh, dryly. You try not to cry, but your sniffles can still be heard. She pats your back, and takes your cigarette from you, placing it somewhere, and she crouches down to your level. "Are you okay, dove? Is something wrong?" She puts her rough and calloused hands on your shoulder, as you pathetically cry infront of her. You finally break. "I-I'm sorry Grayson. Everything was fine between us, but I got drunk, and told my c-coworkers I-I liked you, and it was a mistake, I shouldn't have said it, and now you're ignoring me, and I'm sorry for crying, I known it's dumb, I should just—"

She cuts you off with a deep kiss. It takes you a while to completely comprehend what's happening. You put one of your arms on her shoulder, to pull on the back of her hair, as you moan in the kiss. You pull back, and she pulls you back in. She's now putting hickies on your neck. You still can't believe this is real, so you push her away again, just to take a good look at her.

She stops, and she pushes you a little big, surprised by her own actions. "I-I'm sorry, that was unprofessional of me, I shouldn't have done that, I came off too strong, I apologize" She says, and you just blink and look at her. You giggle a bit still nervous about what just happened, and you grip her biceps "No, no, It's okay, I do like you, alot— I'm just— am I dreaming? Is this real? Are we doing this?" You ask her, looking into her beautiful grey eyes, and she smiles at you, and leans in "Yes, dove, this is real." she goes in to kiss you again, and you kiss her back with more passion, and it's slowly turning into a very horny make out session.

Lighting striked, and the two of you jumped. You both giggle, and she kissed your nose, and looks at you. "Sincerely, I am sorry for ignoring you the past few weeks, it was just so hard to believe that you liked me, I guess I got nervous. I do like you too, sweetheart, I just had to find a way to find the courage and do this with you." she admits, witch a small noticable blush on her cheeks, as she looks down at you, "Would you like to go on a date with me, dove?" She asks, her hand reaching for yours, as you stand up. You smile at her. "Yes, I'd love to" You kiss her knuckles.

The rain has gotten much weaker mow, and she takes her bag, to get an umbrella in it. "Do you want me to drive you home, love?" She asks you. You smile at her, as she offers her arm to you, and you gladly take it. You nod to her, and she puts the umbrella over your heads, as she takes you to her car. She opens the door for you like the gentlewoman she is, and kisses you hand as you go in.

She gets into the car, and asks you if you're comfortable. You nod, as you put your seatbelt on, and she drives you home. "Grayson? What did Marcus tell you exactly, when he...?" You look up at her, and ask her. She just chuckles, as she shift geers, (God, just thinking about it makes me—) "Oh, nothing you have to worry about dear. He just told me you liked me. I was in shock of course, and I wanted to talk to you about it. But, I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to act professional around you, so I tried my best not to..." She explains. You look down, but she looks at you, and smiles to herself. "I'm glad I did now." She says to you. You could hear the smile in her voice. She puts a had on your leg, and rubs it. You touch her hand, and look up at her. "You mean it?" She chuckles, and she stops her car on the red light. She nods. She cups your cheeks, and leans in to give you a peck on the lips. You're now a blushing mess.

When you get to your destination, she parks right outside your house, waiting for you get your stuff. You were about to thank her, when she pulls your wrists, and leans in for another deep kiss. You were surprised at how clingy your Sheriff was, but you kissed her back. You climb on top of her, and slowly grind your hips on her thighs, as she's taking off her uniform. You pull away, only to go to her neck, and give her love bites. She chuckles. "hmm, my dove, I think I'm past the age where love bites look cool on me" You roll your eyes. "You're never to old for a little love, Gray" You tease, and she pulls you back into the kiss.

You guys make out for a while when you pull back and look at her. "Do you... Want to come in?" You ask her, with a cheeky smile. Your hair is all messy now. She chuckles, and presses her forehead against yours. "I'd love to." and with that, she takes her umbrella, and carries you into your house, and you spend the whole night 'Bonding' with your Sheriff. 😉

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I'm gonna end this right here, I'm not gonna go full on smut yet. I'm just testing the waters, if y'all would like me to make more Grayson fics, as much as I make Sevika fics. I love them both, I can't choose between them, so I think I might do both, but what do you think?

[st4rwritez]

write a fluff oneshot where yn/oc is doing a lotttt of homework and shes like a biomed student and nika is bored and she tries literally everything to harass yn/oc into paying attention to her + taking a break

Second ficc of my droppp i love this request sm omg.

Study sesh

Pairings: Nika Mühl x Reader

Rating: smut And fluff!!

Summary: request above!!

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩.

As a biomed student every score counted to you, no matter what assignment it was you made sure each one got your utmost attention, even if that meant staying up late or studying all day.

But in your girlfriend, Nika’s point of view it was the equivalent of torture to her.

Yes she understood most of the time leaving you to study but this was the 3rd time this week you were studying for an exam or doing homework for hours practically ignoring her.

So her amazing plan was to distract you until you gave her at-least a minute of attention after three grueling days.

It first started out with small hugs over your shoulders while you wrote.

“Bebo please take a break you’re over working yourself” she said draping one of her arms around your shoulders her head resting on your head as she fiddled with your short cut pink shorts that were teasing her all night long.

“Im alright niks just a few more minutes.. mmk?!” You said returning to your work.

She left but that wasn’t going to stop her. After about 10 minutes she walked back into your room.

Again, she draped her arms around your shoulders yet this time she placed a kiss on the back of your neck before she said “Its been a few minutes babe”

“Im sorry, just a few more minutes okay pretty girl?” You said eyes glued to your studies.

“Okay then” Not giving up she stayed there this time her arms still over your shoulders but this time every now and than she would kiss your neck or trace on your shoulder lightly.

You fought to ignore it getting back to your studies, but nika was very hard to ignore, especially when she was needy like this.

“Babe i need to study okay?!?” You said but she just traced down your arm lightly.

“Wow you don’t even wanna spend time with your girlfriend huh?!?” She said letting her hand trace halfway down your arm before she let it go slightly on your chest and traced on your under boob.

“No…niks” you said as your hand stopped writing.

“It sounds like that now doesn’t it bebo?!?” Her hands slithered from your body as she kissed your neck again on your sensitive spot behind your neck, this time biting down lightly.

“Nika..” you breathed out before dropping your pencil on your desk.

With that she pulled your small frame up from your chair and you did the rest immediately you both crashed into a kiss Nika’s hand grabbing the sides of your face pulling your face closer to hers.

Nika’s hand trailed up your shirt to unclip your bra.

You pulled away before going to Nika’s neck nipping at it leaving some marks across the bottom of her neck.

“Oh fuck” she said head tilted back as she grabbed one of your breasts from underneath your shirt making pleasure pool up in your underwear.

You pushed her onto the bed attacking her neck with marks and kisses.

Before you could start on her she made sure she took off your small pink shorts discarding them. “Those were teasing me all night now weren’t they babe?”

She pulled on your panties asking for permission and you nodded quickly as she discarded them, than discarding her own sweatpants and underwear.

You decided it was for the best if she had her top off as well, hickeys already piling up on her neck.

Your mouth went straight to the mount of her breasts sucking harshly as Croatian words you couldn’t even understand started spilling out of her mouth.

“This what you wanted baby?!?” You said sitting up.

“Yes..god yes” she said before sitting up with you now sitting on her lap.

She guided your hips right where she wanted feeling yourself slick on her, then laying back down slightly as you took the hint.

She motioned your hips in a circle against her clit leading you “there you go baby, you got it” she said her breath quickening.

She let go and you crossed your leg against her scissoring her clit.

“God yes bebo… doing so good for me” she said as her back arched into you.

A moan escaped your mouth as you rolled your hips faster adding more pressure feeling yourself against her.

You let your hand trace on her abs as you both moaned messily.

“Good girl” you said as she gripped on the bed sheets under her eyes closed.

You let your head tilt down slightly to nip on the skin of her abs getting a reaction from her as her mouth opened slightly.

You moved your hair out of your face before you rose your head again, this time letting it fall back in pleasure.

Nika looked up at you admiring you. “You look so good like this, on top of me my bebo”

Before you could go any longer she stopped you as you looked down at her.

“Nika please” you said laying on her chest moving your legs back in between hers on the bed.

“Shhh just trust me babe” she said before flipping you both over, her now hovering over you.

Without a second to waste she kissed down your body giving you chills, making it to your clit.

She immediately with no warning, lapped around your folds as if she was starved of you.

“Fuck nika oh my god” you moaned out.

Hearing your moans nika quickened her pace on you sucking and lapping around your clit her nose buried deep into your folds.

Without a second thought she plunged her finger into your hole as you grabbed onto her hair letting out a scream, you covered your mouth.

“Don’t stop please” you yelped out felling yourself come close as she harshly thrusted her fingers in and out of you.

You admired how easily it was for Nika to please you, no matter what she had to do she always would.

it was one of the things you loved most about her.

She always knew what you wanted, or needed.

“Niks..I’m close baby” you said placing a hand in her hair for support pulling light enough not to hurt her.

She didn’t stop there until you finished all over her fingers and face, of course she licked every last bit of you up.

She removed her fingers from you and kissed you softly. “So good for me baby, thank you” she said before climbing into bed with you, moving you on top of her.

“Fuck you were right i needed that.” You said playing with her hair.

She kissed you on your forehead “i know bebo you were so good for me tonight” she said lightly scratching your back.

[zyonsay]

Snowfall SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Summary: Watch duty has gotten much more interesting...

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Disgusting fluff, Ghost is a softie

Now playing: 'Sex,Drugs, Etc.' by Beach Weather

AN: I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD!! Jokes, but i really cant find any motivation to write at the moment. Then suddenly this came up and i thought why not make some people happy and write it down :P Honestly felt good writing again after such a long time. Also, Fun Fact: I wrote this whole thing in OneNote. Anyways, have fun with it!

It's a cold, crisp night. Snow had fallen over the last few days, a gentle blanket of white laying over the landscape. You and Ghost were on watch duty, holed up in an abandoned military watchtower.

Your legs dangle lightly as you sit on the outskirt of the watchtower, your eyes scanning the area. There were various warehouses and icy gravel roads to observe. Nothing much has happened besides the occasional fox or deer  passing by. You've joined the 141 only a few weeks ago as an assault rifle specialist and had only participated in two major missions. To a lot of people's surprise, Ghost had grown quite fond of you. He noticed how reliable you were, which was what initially drew him in. But the more often he got stuck on watch duty and patrols with you, the more he started appreciating your friendly, stubborn nature. You didn't seem scared like everyone else did, but you also didn't pry on him like some others tried to.

Even through his mask and balaclava, Ghosts breath formed small white clouds, like a dragon of some sorts. The snow under his boots crunched as he walked towards you and plopped down next to you.

He glances over at you, studying your profile. You looked focused, your sharp gaze scanning the surroundings for anything suspicious. You felt his eyes on you, making you turn your head towards the man, a sweet grin on your lips. Ghost immediately whirled his head the other way, feeling embarrassed that you caught his usual stoic expression faltering. A light flush crept onto his cheeks, which you couldn't see but might've also just guessed by the way he averted his gaze. He clears his throat in an attempt to regain his composure, but he can't help the light upwards tug of his lips. Even in this brutal weather you'd managed to make him smile.

Theres a moment of silence, only accompanied by the occasional croak of a crow or the creaking of old metal framework. Ghost looks back out into the distance, trying to distract himself. Very sneakily you gather some of the snow that had settled around you and with a quick movement you hurled it right at your Lieutenants face. He gasped at the sudden sensation, even if most of it was blocked by his mask. He blinks for a second, taken aback and then turns to look at you. "Oi, what the- " , he splutters, shaking off some of the snow that managed to spill through his mask. He glares at you for a moment, but there was no real anger in that. Perhaps only a bit of amusement. He shakes his head a bit more, trying to get the rest of the snow out.

Then, without a warning, he grabs a handful himself and tosses it right back at you. The powdery white mass plopped right against your face, a lot of it was luckily blocked off by your balaclava. You shake your head, laughing. "You're done for Simon." Ghost grins under his mask, watching the snow fall from your face, some small flecks still sticking to your skin. "Is that a challenge, Sergeant?", he retorts while gathering more snow in  his hand. "Yes, yes it is Lieutenant.", you bunch some snow to a ball. He lets out a low chuckle and rolls the ball of snow in his gloved hands. "Careful what you wish for, love.", he playfully warns with a prominent grin, even under his mask. "Are you threatening me?", you raise an eyebrow in faux offense. "What if i was?", his voice sounding gruff but his soft expression gives away the lightheartedness in his statement.

Swiftly, you attack. The snowball in your hand thunders towards Ghost, even if he wasn't all that far away. He narrowly ducked it and was quick to hurl his own snowball at you, hitting you right in the chest. Out of reflex you throw yourself against him, taking a handful of snow with you and rubbing it into his mask. He gasps while you wrestle him to the ground. "Got you." For good measure you scooped another handful into his face.

He looks up at you, small puffs of white escaping into the cold air. He can't deny that, you did get him. He could easily overpower you, but for now he was entranced by the sight of you straddling him, snow sticking to your balaclava. The weight and warmth of your body was welcoming and made his breath hitch. Bloody Hell, he thinks to himself at the scene at hand. Now that you've caught your breath, you realized that you were basically sitting in your Lieutenants lap, a light flush crept across your face. As realization dawns on you, a storm of emotions is set off in Ghost. His blood is running through his veins, hot and fast. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest.

Ghost hesitates. He's still Lieutenant Ghost, professional and composed. Usually. He swallows hard, his normally distant demeanor dropping immediately. Part of him is telling him to pull away and maintain that professional distance, but the other part, that is admittedly winning, wants to pull you closer. Simon licks his lips, his voice thick with restraint as he speaks. "Sarge…"

You pull off your balaclava, tossing it aside. His eyes widen slightly as you expose your face to the cold breeze, your cheeks flushed and your hair messy. Your unguarded, raw expression makes his heart skip a beat. Ghost can't help it. He reaches up, his gloved hand shaking lightly, cupping your cheek. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. He takes a moment to study your face, memorizing each little spot and the curve of your lips. The part of him which was trying to keep his composure has now officially lost the battle. "You make it real hard to stay professional.", he murmurs. "I hope so.", you open your eyes again. You inch closer to his face, the only barrier between you is his mask and the balaclava underneath. With gentle fingers you tug on the black fabric.

Simon gasps softy, your touch sending small jolts of electricity through him. He feels his heart racing as you push up the balaclava, only enough to reveal his chapped lips and his chin, dusted with blonde stubble. He can feel your breath on his skin, only millimeters away. The anticipation is killing him, he can't wait any longer. He needs to feel you, to taste you. Without much of a warning, he pulls you closer, crushing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. A soft gasp escapes you as your eyes flutter shut. One of your hands rests on his chest, holding on as if your life depended on it. Ghosts mind is consumed by your taste, your warmth, the weight of your body on his. His hands wander up to your waist, holding you steadily in place.

The snow and the cold are the last things on your mind right now, not when Simon tastes so deliciously of cigarettes and spearmints. His presence engulfs you entirely, making you lose all feeling of time and space.

That is until Simons radio crackles on the floor next to you, "Alright you two, return to base for a debrief. Turn the radio off next time."

[luna-rainbow]

Do you think Bucky ever got any sleep during all his years of Hydra captivity? Or was it just wipe/kill/back in the freezer? I don't think cryostasis would be anything like normal restorative REM sleep.

Hello nonnie!! I have finally had a light-bulb moment for this ask (I'm sorry it's taken me like 7 months)

I've been going about it the wrong way, trying to research on sleep, when in actuality what I should have been researching is the brain under hypothermia. This is an observational study conducted in the 1980s looking at children undergoing induced hypothermia (lowering of body temperature) during cardiopulmonary bypass (sometimes required during major surgery). In summary, by the time the body temperature cooled to 18 degrees, all brain activity ceased. Sleep - consisting of non-REM and particularly REM - are associated with far more active brain waves. So nonnie, you are very correct in saying that Bucky, even with his super soldier abilities, unlikely ever got any "sleep" during cryostasis. (I'm sorry to all the ficcers that wrote Bucky dreaming during cryo but I think most people are happy to ignore this piece of science)

In terms of whether Bucky ever got "sleep", I think that is hard to say. Even normal soldiers might drive themselves to go without sleep for 36+ hours if required for a mission (heck, even hospital shifts go for 36 hours in some places). As a super soldier, Bucky might tolerate sleep deprivation for longer. This means missions like taking out the Starks - travelling from Russian and back - he might achieve in one sitting without sleeping in between (although I guess no one can stop him from dozing off on the plane).

I think one implied part of your question is "is it likely that Bucky was allowed out of the freezer for long enough periods at a time to need (and get) sleep"? I feel like that is unlikely, judging from the "he's been out of cryo for too long" line from CATWS. The timeline goes: day 1 Bucky makes assassination attempts daytime + night time against Fury / day 2 Steve makes a run down to Jersey arriving there at night / day 3 Bucky attacks Steve on the causeway and then we get the nighttime vault scene where Bucky is "unstable". Even if we add a day or two prior to allow for prepping, that still means Bucky becomes "unstable" and questions his identity within a bare week of being out of cryo.

Credit @lost-shoe (this post)

Now onto the angst...we know anaesthetics is not like restful sleep, so theoretically neither is cryostasis. While the science of cryostasis doesn't exist at the moment, we know from artificial hypothermia in surgical situations that it puts incredible stress on the body and all its organs. Looking at the laboratory derangements during hypothermia it looks like it pushes the body over to anaerobic metabolism and causes lactate to go up. You know when you go for a run and your muscles cramp up because you haven't warmed up enough? That's because your muscles have produced too much lactate from anaerobic metabolism. So...no wonder Bucky can't stand when he comes out of the cryo chamber. It also increases one's bleeding risk and reduces one's healing speed, so take of that what you will for your Whumptober prompts 😂

I also wonder whether, because the brain is not receiving any REM sleep during cryo, it means Bucky has been in a constant state of sleep deprivation for the last 70 years. The theory of "prefrontal vulnerability" in sleep deprivation proposes that functions like language, executive functions, divergent thinking, and creativity are particularly affected, so that can contribute to Bucky's inability to process/produce complex language and his slowness when it comes to working through complex problems. It also has significant effect on memory and attention: it's interesting to note that during sleep deprivation of more than 35 hours, they found that while free recall was affected, recognition was not. (Disclaimer for science: small sample size, opposite result for subjects with sleep deprivation ~24 h).

So yeah, I think there are practical reasons why Hydra would not allow Bucky to have restorative sleep between missions. Consolidation of long term memory (i.e. transferring them from short term storage into long term storage) usually happens during sleep which means it is quite likely Bucky remembers only broken bits of his time (if at all) in the last 7 decades.

[used-to-love-her-06]

"And You Did It At My Birthday Dinner!"

author’s note: this one was actually so fun to brainstorm to write the sex scene for omfg?? not to take away from my other requests obviously but this one just hit a little different y’know? also i wrote this in one sitting i was so fucking excited lmao, i hope y’all enjoy!!! (and yes if you know what the title is referencing you know lol)

summary: running into izzy unexpectedly, then running late to a dinner with your friends.

contains: degradation, smut, angst, unprotected sex, piv, ex!izzy x f!reader, f!pov, smoking, drug mentions, slapping, spitting, kissing, semi-public sex, oral (m!recieving), throatpie, mean!izzy, dumbification if you squint, some aftercare

story under the cut! MDNI. word count: 1,527

It was my first night out in the city. Two of my college friends, Lisa and Kathleen, moved to Chicago after graduation and got an apartment together, and this year was the first year I could afford to fly out of Indiana to see them for Lisa’s birthday. She’d constantly been talking about this band from LA called Guns N’ Roses and wanted front row seats at their next gig, it was only natural that I sent Kathleen some money for us all to get tickets for Lisa’s special day. Unfortunately, the show was the day after her birthday, but that didn’t mean we weren’t going to celebrate tonight either. We had reservations at a restaurant that was a few blocks away from my hotel (they offered to let me stay at their place, but I couldn’t accept the offer without paying them and they refused my money to stay there), and I just walked out of the lobby, on my way to the restaurant. The sky was painted with shades of pink, purple, orange, and yellow as the sun began to set and the night was being born, the sounds of cars passing by and the city lights were a contrast to what I was used to back home, but it was growing on me.

After walking two blocks, a large alleyway caught my eye. I shouldn’t, but it would cut through the next two blocks and I’d be right there at the restaurant! I did walk through it despite my instincts telling me to run and go the normal path. I was too excited to see my friends for the first time in years. I walked a bit further into the alleyway and saw the figure of a man who appeared to be smoking. I clutched my purse closer to my chest and had my keys ready in my hand to use as makeshift brass knuckles in case I was attacked. I walked closer, finally able to see his face…Izzy?! What the hell was he doing here? He was supposed to be in LA and never returning to the midwest. In my fit of rage, I completely forgot about my plans with Lisa and Kathleen, and now that he was finally in front of me again, I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

“What in the actual hell are you doing here?! Did you seriously just dump me to come here and do who the fuck knows what?!” I screamed, glaring up at him. He remained expressionless as he took the next drag of his cigarette.

“Are you tryna buy something from me? Who are you?” He knew damn well who I was.

“Izzy, it’s me. Y/n.” His eyes glazed over as he eventually figured me out, still mostly expressionless.

“Either you buy a joint or fuck off.” That was when I slapped him. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to show him just how much anger I’ve been holding in for the past few years. I hadn’t even realized I wasn’t completely over him until I saw him in that alleyway. I spent most of my time trying to study my feelings away I didn’t even notice I still loved him. “This is what you have to say to me after all these years?! Not ‘How have you been?’, ‘Haven’t seen you in a while?’, or ‘Are you holding up okay?’ To think I even let you into my life is sickening. I fucking loved you with every fiber of my being and the only thing I got in return was you running off with Bill to fucking LA and acting like we were absolutely nothing when we finally see each other after so long! I understood you leaving, I understood us breaking up, but to be treated like this when I’ve done nothing but love you pisses me off!!”

I couldn’t even explain my next move as I grabbed him by the shirt collar and kissed him. Just like it did the last time, he tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, but I didn’t care anymore. I needed him to at least remember what we had. My tongue slipped inside his mouth, and to my surprise, he reciprocated. Our tongues danced together once more as I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. His body still fit perfectly in my arms as we kissed for another few seconds. He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting us together, and he licked it up, a glimmer in his eyes that somehow never failed to have me swoon.

“It really is you…” He smirked before kissing me again. Tears were streaming down my face as I got the Izzy I knew personally to come back.

“I missed you, you asshole…” I cried once he broke the brief kiss. “And I’m sorry I slapped you…”

“I could tell. And it’s alright, you kinda have every right to be mad at me. I kinda did ditch you and in a high state of trance forgot who you were.” I looked into his eyes again and noticed how red they were. He definitely was high. “Is it okay if we do a little more…?” My hands trailed from his waist to his ass, and one hand was on his chest. “I had no idea how much I missed you…” “Fuck yeah…” I could see the hard-on that was forming in his jeans, and floods of memories of him fucking me flashed right in front of me. “Can we do it just like old times?” My crying had stopped at this point, and I smiled up at him timidly.

It really was like we hadn’t broken up. His cock slid right into me and I was the wettest I’d been since he left, my juices were smeared all over my thighs. Izzy had one hand wrapped around my waist to stabilize me, and another pushing my face into the wall. “Holy shit you’re tight.” He grunted as he continued to slam into my pussy. “I bet you haven’t fucked anyone else since I left, hm?”

“HaaAhh!! Yeah…just youuu….MHHhhh…!!” Having his cock rubbing up against my g-spot and his balls slapping my clit felt infinitely better than the dildo I had at home. I came as he drove his dick deeper into me, soaking him in the process.

“You really are a fucking slut for me.” He pulled my head back by my hair and spit right on my face. “I bet you’ve been rubbing that pathetic cunt for me every night hoping I’d come back to you. Or maybe when you were in some fucking lecture instead of listening, you’d just put a pencil in your mouth and suck on it like you would my dick. I knew you were too stupid for a chemistry degree anyway.” His words were only turning me on further, driving me over the edge again. Sure, I was fairly smart and had a master’s, but with every stroke of his cock inside me, my brain went silent and the only thing I cared about now was pleasing him, even if, and especially if, I was only going to get degraded for it.

“You actually liked me calling you dumb? Jesus fucking christ you’re hopeless. Spending all that time and money to try to prove you’re worth more than being used by a fucking stoner when we both know that’s all you’re good for.” My head was spinning as I came for the final time that night, and Izzy shoved me right down on my knees.

“Suck.” I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could before he thrust his hips. I looked up at him as I gagged, no longer used to taking anything down my throat, and he only moaned and groaned louder. “You better fucking swallow.” He grunted as he thrust a few more times before I felt his seed coat my throat. Once he took his cock out of my mouth, I swallowed and caught my breath. He was catching his breath too, looking down at me and smiling.

“I hope you know that I don’t actually think you’re dumb.” We were now adjusting our clothes and I stood back up.” “I figured you were either just angry about something or it was all just an act. I was literally in the top 10 of our graduating class.” I laughed before I hugged him again. “Will I ever see you again?” I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. “I do have a show tomorrow night with my band, are you coming?” “I might be, actually. What’s the name of your band?” I asked curiously. “Guns N’ Roses. We just released an album not too long ago.” My face turned bright red as I nodded. “My friends and I were going to celebrate one of our birthdays there…we even have front row seats….” “Then I better see you backstage. Your friends can come along too, I guess. I know the other guys’ll appreciate it.”

And that was when I realized I was soooo late to Lisa’s birthday dinner.

[fanaticsnail]

You have made a grave mistake by adding that little dialogue between Reader & Law and Law mentioning how Reader made his time with the DQ Pirates bearable for the Yandere Doffy fic?

Grave, grave mistake. Because little Law...

(Pulls out the Reader Being A Mother Figure to Little Law binder and puts it on the table. The table shakes from the weight.)

Is my precious baby boy.

Brace yourself. I have a lot of thoughts here, and with Reader being a princess (rubs hands together)

- Reader first met Little Law when her family was on a trip to Flevance and as Law's parents were heads doctors, they gave Reader's family a tour of the hospital, she got to meet Law & Lami (my heart is breaking just typing this, my babies 😭) and they absolutely adored her. They were sad when a week later, Reader & her family left Flevance.

- Extra deliciousness if Reader's kingdom was allied with Flevance and against what the World Government did such as closing the Flevance borders, extra extra flavour if the World Government found that out and their schemes are the reason Reader's kingdom fell. If we want to make it interesting, nobody will find that out until later except myb Doffy who might try to use this to get Reader to trust him even more. We can even make it that Reader's parents wrote a letter to the WG or Five Elders assuring they have no symptoms, attaching with the letter the recent medical exams they took, and asking them to open the borders to Flevance, offering to take everyone from Flevance into their kingdom until the hazardous white lead is removed from Flevance. They never got a reply. Instead, what they did get is having their kingdom attacked and destroyed a week before the Flevance attack.

- Reader also knows the truth of Flevance, as she took the medical exams, too, wishing to help Law and Lami and the entire country.

Imagine the gasp when you see Law - all battered, dirty, with an empty, hateful look in his gaze, so different from the happy, smiling boy wearing a little doctor's coat while holding his sister's hand. Imagine the tears, the waterworks. Imagine Law's little eyes widening in recognition. You hug him without a single moment of hesitation - it overcomes reason.

Oh, Doffy has a devil's smile on his face then as he watches the scene. He already sees the potential in Law to become his right-hand man, and now it turns out you have a history with Law?

Yeah, Law will be a great tool new addition to the crew!

Law is distant, though. He isn't the same anymore. His eyes are sharp, he is constantly glaring, he has a scowl on his face that slightly softens when you talk to him while picking out new clothes for him. But that's okay. You give him space, except for that tight, warm hug that nearly made him break down again because he's forgotten how it feels to be hugged. Forgotten how warm it is. How nice it feels. Nobody wanted to touch him, after all, with the White Lead Disease.

After Law bathes, Doflamingo gives Law some of his old clothes when he was a kid and watches you help Law button up the buttons. He watches you two like a grinning pink vulture flying around two rabbits who are weakened from lack of water in a dehydrated land, deciding which moment to strike, and in what way to swoop in.

When Law trains, you're always there when he returns and hand him a towel and a water bottle. You pack him (and upon Doffy's insistence) and Doflamingo lunch boxes when they leave for a mission. It's very clear Law has a special place in your heart.

So of course Yandere Doffy tries to use that to his advantage. He's caught the way your eyes softened and turned warm when you saw him tutoring Law in his studies in the study room. You'd even smiled.

You always pack Law the most riceballs in his lunchbox, much to Doffy's displeasure.

You also have some telepathic instincts, because you woke Doflamingo up one night trying to wriggle out of his arms, and when he grippped you harder, you said it was Law.

It did turn out to be Law, who was screaming and crying in his sleep, and had woken the other kids he slept with with the screams. Doflamingo was about to wake him up by shaking him or smacking him on the floor (it worked with Rosinante when he was a kid, so what if Rosinante cried harder then? At least his brother would stop snoring like an elephant.) but you gently lifted Law and cradled him to your chest and shushed him, your fingers gently caressing his hair. You also sang a Flevance lullaby and Law, after a minute, calms down completely, returning to deep sleep, his little hands clutching your clothes.

You always welcome them (read Law) with cupcakes and donuts and the kids love you. But Law loves you the most. He even fought Baby 5 and Buffalo — and won — when they argued who loves you most.

Doflamingo said he loves you, most, though, and Law couldn't hold out ten seconds in a fight against Doflamingo - he tried, though. His face had hurt for a week from Doflamingo's kick.

Law does hate that you bottle feed Dellinger, though, you hold the toddler so gently. Dellinger is so lucky.

When Doflamingo marries you, you toss the flowers on purpose to Baby 5, who was the flower girl. She beams and blushed in her pink dress. Everyone cheers and claps at this, except Doflamingo. Law was forced to be the ring carrier, and had to wear a pink suit with a white tie - worst moment of his life, really. It was the only time he saw Doflamingo wearing a full white suit, as white as the sand of the beach where the ceremony took place. Law hated every second of it. He didn't think Doflamingo was right for you.

Thankfully, Corazon, who was the best man, set himself on fire, so that somehow made the day bearable. The rest was a lot of drinking child champagne that made his mouth all tingly and eating luxurious foods he needed an instruction manual how to eat. Thankfully, Señor Pink showed him how to eat them.

When you and Doflamingo danced, with the way Doflamingo was dressed and tidied up, he looked like a prince, which freaked Law out.

A month later, Law's life gets turned upside down because he says his real name and Corazon hears him.

It also adds that level of desperation to retrieve Law on Minion Island to Yandere Doffy bcs you were softening up to him when Law was around.

Ugh, Yandere Doffy be it when he is King or in North Blue, little Law, Reader getting ill and Doffy suffering, Law healing Reader, ugh, I can't wait to see what you do with this.

There is something wonderful about Yandere King Doflamingo & Princess Reader, I love it. I love everything, ugh.

Sending love to you, Snail. 🩷

CAN I JUST

IT'S LIKE YOU'RE READING MY DAMN MIND. Okay okay okay.

OKAY THOUGH.

There are no thoughts, this is perfect. I just.

Adding Lami in too??? Like????? AAAAAAAA. Okay, so I'm doing a Rosinante fic a lot like this too, but yandere Doffy is just on my mind and I can't. The WEDDING. MY GUY, THE WEDDING IDEA.

But, this begs the question, do you love Doflamingo too? Or is it a rouse, and Doflamingo is using your alliance and friendliness with Law to keep you there? Do you catch feelings or fondness for him, are there tender touches reserved for only you in the quiet of the night away from the others? When you're sick, does he leave your bedside? Does he order all of the roses in Dressrosa to shower you with? All the carnations in all the colours, his favoured pinks and reds to depict his undying devotion to you.

OKAY BUT WHEN YOU FIRST START GETTING SICK, DOES LAW GET A LITTLE BINDER AND LIST OUT YOUR SYMPTOMS? Does he check you over when Doffy leaves? Does Rosinante look over your bond and feels a pang of guilt at the fact he is going to take this small joy away from you in your sickness in a bid to cure Law's?

I love these thoughts, never cease!!

[safaiagem]

No Definition - Series Masterpost

If you look at my fic writing history, you'll see a rather large gap between 2007 and 2010. The reality is I was in the process of having a complete mental breakdown, which eventually led to hospitalization and moving back home. So fandom and writing weren't hugely on my priority list even if I never gave it up, I was doing more original stuff during that time, but in 2010, I ended up seeing Inception, and I really liked it. It was there that I found the "party post" over on Oh No They Didn't, which let me find fanfiction again and, eventually, Inception Kink. Despite being in fandom for nearly a decade, I joined very young [14], so I didn't know what a kink meme was. I found so many, not even smutty, prompts and wrote my little heart out that, to this day, Inception towers over everything else on AO3 in terms of sheer quantity of fics.

I wrote three different origin stories for Arthur and Eames during that time. One spawned two sequels before sputtering out, the other never really got off the ground (though maybe I should go back and look at it now), and then Against Us just clicked. The series is called No Definition because Arthur and Eames did not define what they were to each other, grew, and was primarily written between 2011 and 2013; I did return to the series in 2020 for another one-shot. I've never marked it as complete because I always feel like I could come back to this series at any given time. There are six entries at the time of writing for a total word count of 142,458 as of January 2025. Story details and links are below.

"I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be." - Bob Dylan

Against Us AO3 and Livejournal Words: 31,552 Rating: M Summary: When Arthur and Eames first met, they thought they had found someone they could comfortably call a 'friend' for the rest of their lives. The mind crime business, like most things, complicates things.

Sweet Vendetta AO3 and Livejournal Words: 26,254 Rating: M Summary: Arthur and Eames are a perfect pair in the dream world, but when they are confronted with a job that tests their morals, they decide to turn it down. They are attacked and go on the run, eventually ending up in California. Newlyweds Cobb and Mal invite them on a job, but it is not what it seems to be. Arthur, Eames, Cobb, and Mal must fight for their lives and the ones they care about, or the job might send them to limbo or worse.

Poison Your Own System AO3 and Livejournal Words: 17,516 Rating: M Summary: Arthur and Eames were two of the best in the business, second only to their friends Cobb and Mal. Cobb and Mal said they were no longer dreaming because they had a family now. Yet that was a promise they were willing to make and a risk they were willing to take to study depth. When the unthinkable happens, Arthur and Eames are forced to run a job where there might be something more lurking in one of their team member's subconscious.

Case Closed AO3 and Livejournal Words: 21,278 Rating: M Summary: When Agent Nathan Burman of the International Dream Crime Association learns from an informant that a team has attempted inception, he knows this will be the case that propel him to the top. Catching the people who have attempted inception might be a little harder than Nathan originally thought. Takes place between Against Us and I Took A Ride To Meet An Enemy

I Took A Ride To Meet An Enemy AO3 and Livejournal Words: 36,358 Rating: M Summary: After an attempt on Cobb's life leaves him in hiding, Arthur and Eames begin to look into who could have taken out the hit. While they are eating dinner, an assassin tries to kill them as well. They quickly move in and save Ariadne and Yusuf, but the four of them find that they are in way over their heads. They must find help from an extremely unlikely source and keep one step ahead of a man willing to put any price on their heads.

Why All Those in Charge Are Not Trusted to Drive a Car AO3 and Livejournal Words: 9,500 Rating: M Summary: Arthur and Eames have just come off a very tiring job, and they would really just like to fuck and maybe sleep for the next 48 hours, preferably in that order. Then, a bunch of armed men kick down their door to kidnap them and force them to do a job, and that just really puts a damper on things.

[chaosduckies]

Rising Tides (Chapter 2)

A lot of you guys liked the first one, so I quickly wrote this one just to clear up the cliffhanger on the first part hah~ (Sorry not sorry) But, hope you guys enjoy because I really like these characters and plan on actually doing more drawings of them!

Word Count: 4.3k

CW: Mentions of death, Description of Death (Doesn’t actually happen), I think that’s it but if not you guys tell me!

2- Nico 

I didn’t know where I was going. The last thing I remember seeing were a pair of blue eyes and then nothing. Now, I was being taken somewhere in the fist of this giant freaking mer that’s taken me as a snack. How do I know? Oh well, what else feels soft and sort of squishy when you were just in a cave? A hand. So no here I was, in the midst of a panic attack while also trembling so much I was so sure that this mer kidnapping me could feel it. I mean, it wouldn’t be surprising. 

The water around me was moving, which was the only indication that I wasn’t going to die just yet. Were they saving me for later? There has to be some way out of this. I couldn’t stop the panicking thoughts in my mind. I didn’t want to die. At least not yet. I didn’t even know how long we’ve been moving. Hours? Days? Something like that. 

My tail fin was still torn, but I’d bet if I really tried I could swim. Just not as fast. Would it be enough to escape this mer? Probably not but it was worth a shot. I didn’t really get a good look at how bad the tears were in the dark cave, but I’m sure it’ll heal on it’s own in just a couple days. Hopefully. That’s if I can get out of here. 

I felt us stop moving, making me press my back into the flesh behind me and try to make myself seem smaller. Where were we? I couldn’t see anything but the purple scales that came from my own tail. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while-“ The voice stopped abruptly, “Want to explain?” 

“A shark was chasing a mer, I couldn’t be there in time before the shark got ahold of the little guy, and here we are now.” It sounded like a tired voice. It was louder too. I held my breath when the hand opened up, leaving me entirely out in the open. My eyes darted all over the place. There was a tiny little reef in an underwater ravine looking thing, along with some things that looked like another mer was living there. Just some feet in front of me was a mer just a little taller than a human, with a dark green tail, eyes, and dirty blonde hair that somewhat covered his eyes. Who was this? 

My eyes looked around, trying to find the face that connected to the mer that was still holding me (Oh my gosh please let me go I don’t feel so good right now-) But I’ve never seen a mer as big as he was. And that just made me all the more terrified. I was maybe the size of his fingernail, if I was lucky. 

Dark blue eyes were trained on me, instantly making me bite back the scream I wanted oh so badly to let out. I stuffed my tail closer to my side, tryin got hide that I was hurt, but I’m sure he already knows. But does he know how badly? Maybe I can somehow trick him? It was a long shot, but I’m pretty sure I could. 

The mer holding me looked away and turned towards the other mer that was studying me. I couldn’t help but catch the white tuff of hair in his brown hair. That was weird. Not the thing I should be worried about though. The green-tailed mer swam up to me, catching sight of my torn tail fin and sighed, shaking his head. 

“You’re not going to be able to swim for a long while, little mer.” He gestured for him to see more and I couldn’t help but listen. Why was this one helping? Did he have the big mer under control? Was he somehow controlling him into not hurting either of us? What was going on! Seriously! 

I stared down at my torn fin, seeing really just how much damage there was. Nearly all the thin pieces of skin were torn off, and the webbing was almost all torn up. Only a few small pieces remained intact. That explains why it hurts to barely even move it. But I won’t be able to swim for a while? How was I going to get back home? I doubt that either of these mers would help me out. It looks to me like the green-tailed one was just going to help me out a little, but he wasn’t going to entirely. I was still frail that the big mer would try to eat me. 

“Yup. This will take a while to heal. What were you doing all the way out here anyways?” The stranger asked. What do I even say? I don't’ even know why I was there. Because I saw something mysterious in the distance? Do I say that I was just exploring? Both were true. What do I say? 

My mouth quivered before whispering a quiet answer, “I-I just s-saw a sh-ship…” I couldn’t finish the rest of my sentence when  the big mer had his full attention on me like he could hear me. I doubt he would be able to. I was such a coward. No wonder everyone in the town wanted me gone. They would be all dead if I stayed and a mer his size came around. Though, I’m pretty sure this mer was huge even by other instances. 

“Hmm. Well, I can’t really help you heal up a wound like this. It’s just going to take some time. I would say for you to go home, but I’m sure that’s pretty far from here, right?” The green-tailed mer smirked, crossing his arms. I couldn’t move, but he already guessed the answer. I didn’t even know where I was. For all I know I could be an entire days travel back to home instead of the one hour swim it had taken for me to get to that reef. Not to mention I’m sure this big mer was going to end up eating me as a not-so filling snack. I shuddered at the thought. 

“Sorry, kid. You can’t stay here either.” Why couldn’t I just stay with him until I was healed and ready to head back home? I would prefer that over staying with the big mer that hasn’t said a word since he let me out. It kind of creeped me out. Plus it looked to me like he didn’t even want to here here right now. Yeah? Well neither do I. Actually, I wouldn’t even be here if he hadn’t taken me. 

“So… what do I do with him?” The big mer asked, looking kind of annoyed now. I was still trembling, but now would be a good time to escape. Now that the green-tailed mer was up close to the big mers face. Otherwise no one’s attention was on me. 

I forced myself up, noting that the skin below me didn’t seem to notice. I took my chance, pushing myself up and trying to swim off, but nothing. Only a burning pain every time I moved my tail, and I was back on the fleshy surface below, not even able to slightly move at all. I groaned to myself, realizing that even if I did manage to swim off, even if I stopped for a second I would slowly start flowing down to the sandy ocean floor. Great. Just great. 

The two were arguing behind me while I stared out into the deep blue ahead of me. There was nothing out there except for a few large rocks and large pieces of seaweed that covered most of the floor. I wasn’t going home. Not anytime soon at least. I was going to die. These people weren’t going to help me, and when I do end up getting better, I would just be eaten, right? The big mer probably thought that if I was hurt I wouldn’t taste as good. I trembled slightly, looking back at my torn up tail. If I hadn’t came all the way out here maybe today could have ended differently? Then again, they were right about my tail being the death of me. They all were. Wow. I really am unlucky. 

“Fine, he’ll stay with me until he gets better, but after that, he’s gone.” The bigger mer growled at the much smaller one, then I was wrapped in a tight fist once again. I’m dead. I’m so so so dead. 

———Callum——— 

Did I care that a small mer was literally going to die if I didn’t help them? Yes, of course I did. Did I expect to have to take care of them until they healed up? No, no I did not. Who knows how long that would be! I couldn’t see the damn wound myself, but from watching the little mer try to escape earlier it looked like he couldn’t even swim a foot away without his tail stinging him. Of course I felt bad, but why did I have to take care of them? They got themselves into this mess in the first place. 

I groaned, swimming back to the cave I’ve called home for a good while. It was surprise to wake up to someone screaming. I had thought it was just my imagination, but when I saw the shark- I thought something was up. Why was the mer even there anyways? Did he even stop to think that something else could be living in there? Or even if there wasn’t what if he was just cornered by the shark that looked about three times his size. Then he’d really be dead. He’s lucky I’m not some sick psycho who’ll eat him. 

To be honest, I really did feel bad for the little guy. I mean, if I were that small and something like that happened to me, I would be terrified. I can literally feel the slightest little tremble in my hand coming from him right now. I’m not a heartless monster like most mers my size. It’s just… I don’t really want to be around someone so afraid of me. Which was why I wanted Archer to take care of him and not me, but of course he can’t. 

After swimming back home for about an hour, I looked for a place the tiny mer could stay at comfortably. I decided on a small little platform with a little seaweed growing. There was some sand too and a few coral bits. I’m pretty sure there were some small little caves he could fit himself into as well. Not too bad honestly. 

I opened my hand, revealing a shaking little mer. I bit the inside of my cheek, tilting my hand slightly to let him down on the rocky platform that seemed all too big for him. I wonder what I looked like to him… Probably huge, intimidating. Exactly what I was expecting. Oh this is going to be a long couple of weeks. I would take him home, but I’m sure that would only bring him more problems if I just came to wherever small little community he was a part of and just left him there. Especially when I’m about 80 percent sure that tail of his doesn’t make it easy to talk to many people already. 

“If you need anything, yell. Don’t try swimming off, you’ll only make my job a million times harder. Otherwise, you’re stuck with me until you can swim on your own again.” I crossed my arms, looking for a reaction, but only seeing shock on the littler mers face. Should I get to know his name? No. There was no point when I’d only remember it as just another person who was afraid of me. 

I swam off, leaving the mer by himself. I doubt he’d try to swim off. If he did he’d just sink right to the bottom of the floor anyways. Plus, it wouldn’t be hard to track him. It’s not like I’m trying to keep him captive here, it’s just I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know who this mer is. I don’t plan on finding out either since this will all just be over soon anyways, right? 

I wrapped in on myself, going back to sleep since I was abruptly woken up. I can just go get food later… and eat away from the little mer. 

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A couple hours later I woke up, the water felt just the slightest bit warmer, which meant it was a little after midday. I should probably check up on the little mer. I wasn’t all too worried about him escaping, much less him getting himself into another situation, but still. Checking wouldn’t hurt. 

I swam, rubbing my eyes and yawning when I get to the spot I left him at, not seeing any sign of him there. I searched for a while, gently moving away some of the small stalks of seaweed and still not seeing the little mer. Wow. Did he actually try to swim off? I chuckled a little, but I was still the slightest bit worried. I brought my face closer, spying something purple hidden under a tiny rock. How the heck does he even fit under there? Oh well. I wasn’t about to rip off the rock he’s somehow found a little home under. If it makes him feel safe, then I won’t bother. But I still have to ask him something.

“Are you… hungry? Just come out of your little hiding spot if you are.” I watched for any kind of movement, but nothing. When was the last time he ate even? I guess I’ll leave him be for now. If he doesn’t eat anything tomorrow then I’ll just get him something. I’d hate for him to starve to death just because I didn’t get him anything. I feel like that would be the worst way to die in my personal opinion. 

“Alright. Don’t leave.” I ordered, swimming off to go get myself some food from my usual grounds. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten myself really. I kind of wished that he came out though. Just so I could get a better look at him. The only thing I’ve really noticed was his tail and just how small he was and that was pretty much it. Though, that was kind of my fault for just leaving the second I was able to. 

When I came back, no longer hungry, I saw something small sitting down in the open sand area of the little area. Oh. He was out? I was gone for a good while though. I swam silently, not trying to scare him. What was he doing? It kind of looked like he was just messing with something in his hands. A shell? 

He turned his head slightly, letting out a yelp of surprise when he saw me and rushed to go back into his hiding spot. My heart fell, but I knew this was going to happen. It’ll be over in about two weeks. Then he’ll swim off and forget about you, maybe tell this story to his future kids or something. I didn’t know what other mers did when this happens to them. Though, I doubt this specific thing happens. 

I didn’t say anything at all when I swam back in. I didn’t plan on talking a whole bunch. I’m pretty sure the little mer didn’t either. I’m only here to make sure he has everything he needs to survive, that nothing won’t try to eat him either.  

———Nico———

This was the same cave I was in not so long ago. Just a different part. It seemed more like an open cage where I was at right now. A platform that held a few tiny fish that somehow survived here, some snails, there were some small anemones, rocks, a seaweed patch. I also found some small caves I could fit into hidden behind some of the seaweed, but I didn’t really want to stay there. It really felt like a prison if I were being honest. Like he’s had other mers there before. The worst part was that he already knows about all the hiding spots, so if he were mad at me he knows exactly where to look for me. That’s always great to know. So, there was no possible way for me to get out. It would take me too long just to swim out of the cave, and even if I did, he could just track me down. 

I’ve already accepted my fate. I was going die here. Whether I liked it or not. My best bet was to just avoid him as much as possible, which I think I’ve done pretty well so far for it only being a couple hours. What can I say? I was terrified of dying, and that guy is pure death to me. I feel like he’ll just rip me up into pieces at any point, and that’s what really gets me. 

So here I was, hiding underneath a rock where he could very easily take it off. I’m surprised he hasn’t already. I’ve found that the place I was in wasn’t all that bad. It was comfortable, easy for me to move around. Not too bad, but I would really like to go home. I miss it already. I just want to go back to my little home inside the coral and sleep peacefully on the soft sand. What would my parents do when they realize anyways? No one would want to look for me. It was sad actually. What was I even supposed to here? Just wait to be eaten? I’m pretty sure that’s what was going to happen anyways. 

I recently found out that the big mers tail was a pretty dark blue color, which explains why he was so big in the first place. Most mers with a blue tail grow to be pretty big, but I’ve never seen one his height before. I think I’ve only really seen one where I was a little bigger than their fist, but this is an entire different thing. I mean, who wouldn’t be when someone fifty times your size was supposed to “take care of you?” How was that even possible? 

I crawled out of my little hiding spot, picking up the colored rock I had found earlier and continued to fidget with it. Everything would be fine… right? He’d let me go eventually. I wound’t be eaten, and then I can forget all of this ever happened. Oh who am I kidding? I was unlucky, nothing would ever work out for me. It always takes a turn for the worst. I sighed, too tired to even bother with going back into my hiding spot, and made myself comfortable in the sand. I just have to hope it’ll all work out in the end. 

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When I woke up, the giant mer was laying on his stomach, head resting on his arms as he stared out into the deep ocean. I tried not making a single sound as I pushed myself up, glancing over at my tail and seeing that it was still torn up. So it really wasn’t a dream. Or nightmare I should say. 

I held a hand over my mouth as I made my way to underneath that rock, but something caught his attention to make him look over where I was. He glared at me, watching me go still and hold my breath. He rolled his eyes before swimming closer to me, the fast and effortless movement making me dizzy as his face took up most of my vision. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t- 

“Are you hungry yet?” I shook my head, not wanting to make him do extra work just to keep me alive. There’s also the fact that he might just want to to eat more so I taste better. Well, no thank you. I’d rather die of hunger than die while inside his mouth. The thought made me slightly gag, earning a confused look from the mer. 

He let out a sigh before swimming off, fast water hitting me in the face from his careless movement. Yeah… I did not feel good. Neither did that fact that I didn’t even know his name yet. I feel like I should know the name of my future killer. Wait- don’t think like that. 

The mer came back with something in his hands, dropping a few small fish in a pile in front of me. I bit the inside of my cheek, hard. I can’t tell him that I don’t eat fish. Then that’d start a new problem, which I can’t really afford considering the situation I was in. Then, he did something I completely unexpected. He propped his head up with his hand, elbow on the platform he had me on, and watched me with an annoyed look on his face, “I’m staying here until you eat. And I know you’d probably prefer me as far away from you as possible, little mer.” He smirked. 

He wasn’t wrong. 

What do I do? I was hungry, and I suddenly regret not eating that plate my mom made me the day before. I don’t even remember the last time I ate. Great. I don’t want to eat fish I though! But I have to unless I’m really about to just stay this close to someone who could swallow me whole without even trying- STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT! 

I pushed myself towards the little place under the rock where I currently call home, only to be stopped by a fleshy surface in front of me. I backed away so fast I’m surprised I didn’t trip over my hands. I heard a quiet chuckle above me, like he was having a good time. 

“Just eat. It’s not poisoned or anything.” I couldn’t help but catch the slight tone change. Like he actually sort of cared about me? I don’t know how to describe it, but it didn’t stop my heart from beating rapidly and my body start malfunctioning (Like literally I couldn’t move even if I wanted to it was too busy trembling so much) 

I scooted closer to the fish, a shaky hand holding one that was about the size of my entire arm. If it’s the only way to get him to leave me alone… I took a small bite, hating how the fish didn’t even taste bad, it’s just I don’t like seeing dead fish. I dropped the fish back into the pile, forcing myself the crane my neck up at the mer, who, for a split second, had a sympathetic look on his face before he just fixed his position. I did what he asked me to… could he please just leave me alone? 

Instead, he waited. I don’t know how much time had passed, but this guy is extremely patient. Doesn’t he have better things to do? Like… well I have no idea what he does but it’s obviously not waiting on some insignificant mer to eat something. I didn’t eat another bite, and I guess that’s when it clicked in his head. 

“You… don’t eat fish, do you.” He sighed, closing his eyes. At least I didn’t have to tell him. I didn’t do anything but hide my torn-up tail and fidget with my hands while staring at the sand. 

“What do you eat then?” I couldn’t answer his question. And I guess he realized that too because he just started listing off things he could find until I finally nodded my head. I was scared if I didn’t at least answer him like that he’d do something to me. So then he left, ordered me not to leave (Which I couldn’t do anyways but I still listened because I was scared of what he’d do if did end up leaving) I quickly glided over to my little makeshift home under the rock and stayed there, shaking. What would I have done if he didn’t realize that? What would happen if he wasn’t willing to wait? Would he just have eaten me there and then? I curled in on myself, mindful of the many loose pieces of thin fin on my tail. 

He came back a couple minutes later, dropping some kelp and taking his same position again, making sure I actually ate. It was uncomfortable, but I knew if I didn’t he’d just force me to one way or another. Threaten me. Yeah, I’m okay. No thank you. Instead, I ate what I could in case I wouldn’t get a chance like this again and watched as he just grabbed the rest and placed it somewhere. I hate everything about this. 

———Callum———

I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t eat fish. He’s practically on himself if he were just a tiny bit smaller… It’s sad to think about really. It wasn’t even that hard to gather any of the kelp, so I don’t know why he forced himself the first time. He could have at least told me. I didn’t mind going out. Then again, I didn’t exactly make that clear to him either. 

I left him alone like I had promised, watching him hide in the seaweed, but it was easy to spot him in the green with that bright purple tail of his. I found it to be nice really. It wasn’t really a hazard to me like other mers probably find it to be, but it’s really a nice color. I don’t think he thinks that though. 

Meanwhile, I tried to figure out just what I could do in the meantime. Usually I just go out and explore, but I don’t think I can just leave the little mer all alone for so long. Something might actually come, then I’d have to deal with that guilt. I don’t think taking him with me is an option, because I’m pretty sure he’s terrified of me and the last thing he would want to do is be around me. I sighed, looking back out in the ocean, feeling my eyes become heavy. This wasn’t so bad. Maybe I should actually learn his name. 

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Wowwww. Y’know, rereading this chapter, I don’t think I like it, but oh well. Yes, I know Callum is just sarcastic and hard to get used to, but he’ll warm up to Nico. And yes, he’s just taking care of Nico because he feels bad for not being able to help out in time.

Hope you guys liked it (I kind of didn’t) and I hope I can get you some drawings of these two soon! (I love them sm aghhhh) Thanks for reading!

[curseofpower]

Finally I'm doing it. It's been over 3 months since I nearly 100% ToTK and studied every landscape on my stupid hoverbike. But here it finally is.

My big ass ToTK post.

After I completed the game, my mind was going wild with theories and possibilities about what happened to Ganondorf.

I could not and still do not believe he was 'born evil'. I think something happened to him, and it happened right around the same time Zelda showed up so we never got to see who he really was. Not entirely, anyway. I believe the evil Rauru sensed was the ancient evil spoken of in the shrines (because why else would he be so familiar with the feeling of it?) and what do we know about the ancient evil? It existed before Ganondorf. Possibly long before, because there were old looking shrines connected to lightroots in cutscenes from the ancient past before Ganondorf became the evil's source.

I believe the ancient evil is something that came from the depths. It was unleashed by the ancient Zonai due to their excessive mining. I believe they created the lightroots and shrines above to try to control it, but when they couldn't, they simply left.

Because they knew the world was doomed.

As for why the evil would have ended up with Ganondorf and not some other powerful leader? Well, before the Zonai disappeared, they must have closed up all the holes they'd used to get to the depths in an attempt to bury the problem before leaving.

All except one.

The one in the Gerudo desert which is in an area that had once clearly been inhabited, before we knew there would even be depths in the world (botw). The damn thing even is a massive plot point in both games due to the Yiga clan. It's not subtle. It's there.

So here's where the evidence ends (mostly) and the story formed in my mind. I'll be posting snippets from something me and my partner co-wrote based on my idea.

While my original plan had Ganondorf fighting the demon alone and losing (becoming possessed) only to come back home alive and be hailed a hero for his apparent 'victory', our story has Link going into the past to make sure that failure doesn't happen, and he has the souped up master sword to do it with.

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The lightroots began to go out with no one to care for them. The ancient evil, no longer contained, started to seep forth. This thing I call a demon, was too weak to break forth immediately due to being indisposed for so long, so it began to attack the closest civilization to it.

This started with a plague.

The demon was angry. It's entire being is hatred and greed personified. It wanted to lash out just as much as it wanted a host in a position of power so that it may more easily inflict eternal suffering on the world above. Ganondorf and the Gerudo were prime targets in all regards, as back then, they were very well off and well established.

So here's where Link arrives at the kingdom. Still Ganon's pov.

As you can see, I didn't go with the popular idea that Ganondorf's Second and Third are Koume and Kotake. I made a couple OCs instead out of those two in the cutscene. Sorry. Neither are Nabooru either because uh this isn't OoT as much as it wishes it was. lol

Anyway, Link's POV, written by my partner.

Ganon's POV

That's all for now.

This is a slow burn ganlink story alongside... everything else it is. I took massive liberties with Gerudo culture based on what I know from other games later on in the story, and also played much more on the fact Ganondorf is a sorcerer than the game did. I took away what I could, however, making him adept at creating illusions mostly.

Also I'd like to say the way Link gets to the past is much different than what happened to Zelda. It's a doozy, but since my cowriter came up with it I'll let them decide when I can reveal that.

But anyways this post has gone on long enough. Let me know what you guys think, if you want!

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 4) Chapter Ten

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Ten: Broken Busts

Summary: The mystery of the Thatcher busts grows larger and more complicated.

            Sherlock paced in front of Mycroft. His brother leaned back in his chair, his secretive office keeping them away from prying eyes.

            “I met her once,” said Mycroft.

            “Thatcher?” said Sherlock.

            “Rather arrogant, I thought,” said Mycroft.

            “You thought that?” said Sherlock.

            Mycroft chuckled. “I know.” He looked at his phone. “Why am I looking at this?”

            “That’s her, John and Mary’s baby,” said Sherlock.

            “Oh, I see. Yes. Looks very…” Mycroft stared at the photo. “Fully-functioning.”

            Sherlock deadpanned. “Is that really the best you can do?”

            “Sorry, I’ve never been very good with them,” said Mycroft primly.

            “Babies?” said Sherlock.

            “Humans,” said Mycroft.

            Sherlock rolled his eyes and took back the phone. “Moriarty. Did he have any connection with Thatcher? Any interest in her?”

            Mycroft scoffed. “Why on earth would he?”

            “I don’t know, you tell me,” said Sherlock.

            Mycroft opened up the file in front of him. “In the last year of his life, James Moriarty was involved in four political assassinations, over seventy assorted robberies and terrorist attacks, including a chemical weapons factory in North Korea, and had latterly shown some interest in tracking down the Black Pearl of the Borgias. Which is still missing, by the way, in case you feel like applying yourself to something practical.”

            “It’s a pearl, get another one,” retorted Sherlock.

            Mycroft rolled his eyes. “And finally, Moriarty was involved in two kidnappings of a one (Y/N) Holmes.”

            Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the reminder. “There’s something important about this mystery. I’m sure. Maybe it’s Moriarty. Maybe it’s not. But something’s coming.”

            “Are you having a premonition, brother mine?” said Mycroft, leaning forward.

            “The world is woven of billions of lives, every strand crossing every other,” said Sherlock. “What we call premonition is just movement of the web. If you could attenuate to every strand of quivering data, the future would be entirely calculable.”

            “And you wish to know what is going on so that any ‘quivers’ of the web won’t affect (Y/N),” said Mycroft knowingly. “I’d be careful, brother mine. (Y/N) is quite the weakness for you. Moriarty was the greatest threat to them, but there may be more. Make sure premonitions don’t get in the way of facts.”

            “If I can figure out danger is coming, then I can protect them,” said Sherlock.

            “Some things are unavoidable,” said Mycroft. “Appointment in Samara.”

            “I’m sorry?” said Sherlock.

            “The merchant who can’t outrun death,” said Mycroft. “You always hated that story as a child. Less keen on predestination back then.”

            “I’m not sure I like it now,” said Sherlock.

            “You wrote your own version, as I remember,” said Mycroft. “Appointment in Sumatra. The merchant goes to a different city and is perfectly fine.”

            “Good night, Mycroft,” said Sherlock as his brother began pontificating.

            “Then he becomes a pirate, for some reason,” said Mycroft.

            “Keep me informed,” called back Sherlock.

            “Of what?” said Mycroft.

            “Absolutely no idea,” said Sherlock.

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            Sherlock sat in front of their latest client and narrowed his eyes. “(Y/N), will you tell Lestrade to keep it down outside?”

            (Y/N) got up, walked to the door, and flung it open. Hawkins and Lestrade jumped, and (Y/N) looked at them calmly. “Please stop your flirting while we’re seeing a client.” Hawkins and Lestrade blushed, and (Y/N) closed the door. They nodded to Sherlock. “Done.”

            Sherlock nodded before facing their client, a Mr. Kingsley. “Now, you haven’t always been in life insurance, have you? You started out in manual labor. Oh, don’t bother being astonished. Your right hand’s almost an entire size bigger than your left. Hard manual labor does that.”

            “Oh, I was a carpenter, like my dad,” said Kingsley, smiling.

            “Are you trying to give up smoking unsuccessfully?” said Sherlock. (Y/N) had seen all of this, but they were too bored to entertain surprising the clients. “And you once had a Japanese girlfriend who meant a lot to you but now you feel indifferent about.”

            “How the hell—” Kinglsey glanced down sheepishly. “E-cigarettes.”

            “Not just that, ten individual e-cigarettes,” said Sherlock. “If you just want to smoke indoors, you could have invested in one of those irritating electronic pipe things.”

            (Y/N) wrinkled their nose. They hated the smell of those (and vapes. Vape smoke was so sweet that (Y/N)’s senses despised it).

            “But you’re convinced you can give up, so you don’t want to buy a pipe because that would mean you’re not serious about quitting,” said Sherlock. “So instead, you buy e-cigarettes, always sure that each one will be your last. Anything to add, (Y/N)?”

            “Nope,” said (Y/N), popping the “p” with their lollipop.

            “John?” said Sherlock, turning to his chair. He blinked when he found a red balloon with a face drawn on. “John?”

            “Uh, yeah, yeah, listening,” said John, walking back into the room.

            “What is that?” said (Y/N).

            “That is me,” said John. “Well, it’s a me substitute.”

            “Don’t be so hard on yourself, you know we value your little contributions,” said Sherlock.

            “Yeah? It’s been there since nine in the morning,” said John. He looked at (Y/N). “I thought you saw me put it there.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I was thinking.”

            John groaned. They’re becoming more like Sherlock every day.

            “What about my girlfriend?” interrupted Kingsley.

            “What?” said Sherlock.

            “You said I had an ex,” said Kingsley.

            “(Y/N), go ahead,” said Sherlock.

            “But this is boring,” said (Y/N).

            “It’s good exercise,” said Sherlock.

            (Y/N) sighed and turned to Kingsley. “You’ve got a Japanese tattoo in the crook of your elbow of the name ‘Akako.’ It’s obviously faded because you tried to have it removed.”

            “But surely that means I want to forget her, not that I’m indifferent,” said Kingsley.

            (Y/N) just looked at him evenly. “If you wanted to forget her, you would have tried again to have it removed or had another tattoo done to cover it up. You can live with the memory of Akako without any strong feelings—indifference.”

            The client chuckled and smiled. “I thought you’d done something clever.”

            (Y/N)’s eyebrow twitched, and Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

            “Oh, no. No, but now you’ve explained it. It’s dead simple, innit?” said Kingsley, still laughing like an idiot.

            “Yes, it’s simple, but idiots never see it, do they? They need it explained,” said (Y/N), closing their eyes and smiling. The snakelike tilt of their head made Kingsley’s laughter falter.

            John sent a warning look to Sherlock to intervene before (Y/N) decided to really hurt the man’s feelings.

            Sherlock cleared his throat. “I’ve withheld this information from you until now, Mr. Kingsley, but I think it’s time you knew the truth.” John wanted him to intervene? He would, but mostly to have his own fun with Kingsley for insulting him and, more importantly, (Y/N).

            “What do you mean?” said Kingsley.

            “Have you ever wondered if your wife was a little bit out of your league?” said Sherlock.

            “Well—”

            “You thought she was having an affair,” said Sherlock. “I’m afraid it’s far worse than that. Your wife is a spy.”

            “What?” said Kingsley.

            “That’s right,” said Sherlock. “Her real name is Greta Bengsdotter. Swedish by birth, and probably the most dangerous spy in the world. She’s been operating deep undercover for the past four years as your wife, for one reason only, to get near the American Embassy, which is across the road from your flat. Tomorrow the US President will be at the embassy as part of an official state visit. As the President greets members of staff, Greta Bengsdotter, disguised as a 22-stone cleaner, will inject the President in the back of the neck with a dangerous new drug, hidden inside the secret compartment inside her padded armpit. This drug will then render the President entirely susceptible to the will of that new master. None other than James Moriarty.”

            “What?” said Kingsley.

            (Y/N) had to smother a smirk at his gullibility.

            “Moriarty will then use the President as a pawn to destabilize the United Nations General Assembly, which is due to vote on a nuclear non-proliferation treaty, tipping the balance in favor of a first-strike policy against Russia,” continued Sherlock. “This chain of events will then prove unstoppable, thus precipitating World War III.”

            John chuckled. “Are you serious?” He didn’t believe it, either.

            “No, of course not,” said Sherlock. “His wife left him because his breath stinks and he likes to wear her lingerie.”

            “I don’t,” said Kingsley. He swallowed. “Just the bras.”

            “Buy your own,” said (Y/N).

            “Get out,” said Sherlock.

            Kingsley hurried out.

            “What’s this all about, then?” said John.

            “Having fun,” said Sherlock.

            “Fun?” said John.

            “While I can,” said Sherlock. “Right, (Y/N)?”

            “No, this is boring,” said (Y/N). “I want a mystery.”

            The door opened, and Hawkins stepped in. “I have a—”

            “Borgia Pearl, boring, go,” said Sherlock, pushing her back out.

            “But—”

            “Go,” said Sherlock, shutting the door.

            It swung open, and Lestrade entered this time.

            “Oh, this had better be good,” said Sherlock.

            “Please have a mystery,” said (Y/N). “Preferably a murder.”

            “Oh, I think you’ll like this,” said Lestrade. He held up a plastic bag with the remains of a bust.

            “That’s the bust, isn’t it, the one that was broken?” said John.

            “No, it’s another one. Different owner. Different part of town,” said Lestrade. “Sherlock and (Y/N) were right. This is a thing. Something’s going on.” He looked at them as they gazed intently at the bust. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be pleased?”

            “We are pleased,” said (Y/N).

            “You don’t look pleased,” said Lestrade.

            “These are our game faces,” said Sherlock. “The game is on.”

            “There’s more to this, isn’t there?” said (Y/N), looking at Lestrade.

            Lestrade nodded. “Another two have been smashed since the Welsborough one.” As he spoke, Sherlock took the evidence bag and set up his microscope. “One belonging to Mr. Mohandes Hassan.”

            “Identical busts?” said (Y/N). “In every way?”

            “Yeah,” confirmed Lestrade. “And this one belonged to a Dr. Barnicot in Holborn. Three in total. God knows who’d want to do something like this.”

            “Yeah, but some people have that complex, don’t they?” said John. “And idee fixe.” He looked at (Y/N) and Sherlock. “They obsess over one thing, and they can’t let it go.”

            “That’s Dad,” said (Y/N). “I’m just autistic with a special interest.” They unwrapped another lollipop. “Besides, that’s not the answer. There were other images of Thatcher at the Welsborough’s house, on the same table as the bust. Someone who had it out for her likeness would have destroyed the pictures, too. This was only the bust, so the mystery has to do with the bust, not Thatcher.”

            “Oho,” said Sherlock, looking through the microscope. “Blood. Quite a bit of it, too. Was there any injury at the crime scene?”

            “Nah,” said Lestrade, checking his watch.

            “Then our suspect must have cut themself breaking the bust,” said Sherlock. He stood and bagged the bloody chip. “Come on.”

            “Holborn?” said John.

            “Lambeth,” said Sherlock.

            “Lambeth? Why?” said Lestrade.

            “To see Toby,” said (Y/N).

            “Ah, right.” John frowned. “Who?”

            “You’ll see,” said Sherlock.

            “Right, you coming?” said John to Lestrade.

            “No, he’s got a lunch date with a brunette forensic officer that he doesn’t want to be late for,” said Sherlock.

            “Who told you?” said Lestrade.

            “We could hear you flirting through the door,” said (Y/N). “You smell lightly of formaldehyde, and you keep looking at your watch.”

            “Have a good time,” said Sherlock.

            “I will,” said Lestrade.

            “Trust me, though, she’s not right for you,” said Sherlock.

            “What?” Lestrade paused.

            “She’s not the one,” said Sherlock.

            “Well, thank you, Mystic Meg,” said Lestrade, leaving.

            “How do you work all that out?” asked John.

            “She’s got three children in Rio, and he has no idea,” said (Y/N).

            “Are you making this up?” said John.

            (Y/N) smirked.

            John decided to move on. “Who’s Toby?” he asked again.

            “There’s a kid we know, hacker,” said Sherlock. “Brilliant hacker, one of the world’s best. Got himself into serious trouble with the Americans couple of years ago. He hacked into the Pentagon security system, and we managed to get him off the charge. Therefore, he owes us a favor.”

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            Sherlock knocked on the door. (Y/N) and John stood behind him.

            “So, how does that help us?” said Lestrade.

            “What?” said Sherlock.

            “Toby the hacker,” said John.

            “Toby is not the hacker,” said (Y/N).

            “What?” said John.

            The door opened.

            “All right, Craig,” said Sherlock, greeting the hacker.

            “All right, Sherlock,” said Craig.

            “Craig’s got a dog,” said (Y/N), looking at the old dog next to Craig. Toby walked towards them, and (Y/N) took the leash.

            “So I see,” said John.

            “Good boy,” said Sherlock.

            “Hiya!” Mary, holding Rosie, appeared from inside the house.

            “Mary?” John stared. “What are you—We agreed. We would never bring Rosie out on a case.”

            “Exactly, so…” Mary handed Rosie to John. “Don’t wait up.”

            “But what are you doing here?” said John.

            “She’s better at this than you,” said Sherlock.

            “Better?” John glared at his best friend.

            “So I texted her,” said Sherlock.

            “Hang on, Mary’s better than me?” said John.

            “In some ways. She is a retired super-agent with an impressive skillset,” said (Y/N). “But you’re the moral heart of the group.”

            “Thank you, (Y/N),” sighed John. “So I’m supposed to just go home now, am I?”

            “Oh, what do you think, Sherlock, (Y/N)? Shall we take him with us?” teased Mary.

            “John or the dog?” joked Sherlock.

            “That’s funny,” said John sarcastically.

            “John, he’s handy and loyal,” said (Y/N).

            “That’s hilarious,” said John. “Is it too early for a divorce?” Mary just laughed, and John smiled.

            “Anyone up for a trudge?” said Sherlock, showing the smell of the bust to Toby. He barked. “Keep up. He’s fast.”

            Together—even John with Rosie—the group followed Toby. He led them around London in a winding path, stopping to think and smell, but always eventually moving forward. Finally, they arrived at a market full of butcher stalls. Blood and meat was everywhere, and Toby slowed to a halt.

            “Clever,” said (Y/N). 

            “Well, if you were wounded and leaving a trail, where would you go?” said Mary.

            “Like a tree hiding in a forest,” said John.

            “Or blood in a butcher’s,” said Sherlock.

            (Y/N) scratched behind Toby’s ears. “Never mind, Toby. Better luck next time.”

            “This is the one, though, I can feel it,” said Sherlock.

            “Not Moriarty?” said John.

            “Has to be him. It’s too bizarre, too baroque,” said Sherlock. “It’s designed to beguile us, tease us, and lure us in.”

            “I’m not convinced,” said (Y/N).

            Everyone looked at them.

            “No one’s died yet,” said (Y/N). “It’s no fun for Moriarty without death.” They looked around. “But something is definitely going on.”

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what do you think would happen if instead of knock out having to repair a beat down and broken breakdown, it’s the other way round? knock out gets seriously injured and breakdown has to be the one to repair him this time.

(also i love your writing, you do such a good job of getting the characters to feel like themselves!! it’s so cool ^^)

ngl, this ask got away from me. I probably could have answered it in a few paragraphs but I wrote out a little fic instead soooooo hope you enjoy that:3 I had too many ideas so tone-wise...it might be a bit of a mess x__x (BUT THANK YOU!!!! YOU ARE SO KIND!)

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Breakdown’s frame moved on pure instinct. He held Knock Out close to his chassis, careful not to jostle the medic too much as he rushed down the halls of the Nemesis. The curious vehicons stepped out of his way as he barreled through, making a beeline to medbay. 

He couldn’t even remember how he’d gotten back onto the Nemesis. The answer was at some point he had demanded a groundbridge and had raced in, bolting out of the command bridge until he reached the medbay. All of that had been done without thought, his processor entirely focused on the unconscious red speedster in his arms. As soon as he had laid his optics on Knock Out, crumpled in the barren red clay, he had jumped into action, scooping up his partner and running on autopilot. 

When the medbay doors opened, Breakdown laid his partner on the first medberth he laid optics on. He did so with the utmost care, making sure he didn’t further damage his already injured frame. Breakdown paid extra attention to Knock Out’s arm, cradled over the medic’s chest as it was only held together by three small wires. 

Breakdown didn’t let the grim sight affect him. He couldn’t . Energon was still gushing from the sliced cables and Knock Out’s red finish was losing its luster by the klik. He had to move quickly. Stabilize the medic at the very least. From there… well, he’d figure it out. That was a problem for future Breakdown. Right now, the only thing that mattered was making sure Knock Out didn’t lose any more precious energon. 

He at least knew what to do there. Breakdown may not be trained as a medic in the slightest, but he had always assisted Knock Out in the medbay. He may not know what each precise reading of a spark monitor meant, but he knew how to hook up the machine to a patient's spark chamber and processor port. He might not have studied cable repair and restoration, but he knew how to clamp up the leaking ones to prevent further energon loss. With these skills in hand, he moved quickly, all the while keeping an optic on Knock Out in the hopes his precious medic would wake.

He kept his panic at bay as he worked through the mental list of stabilizing Knock Out, his patient.  He tried not to let that thought trigger his panic attack and ducked his helm down as he carefully attached each monitor. One for spark rate, one for energon and fluid levels, one for processor activity and a few more he didn’t even know what they tracked. Knock Out would know when he woke up. Knock Out would be able to fix this. Right?

Breakdown looked down at Knock Out’s nearly severed shoulder. The bright red plating was stained in sticky, tacky energon and beyond that was a mess of slashed cables and striped wires. He did his best to make sure the remaining wires weren’t pulled taunt and to keep the loose limb secure and stable. Beyond that…Breakdown was at a complete and utter loss. 

He wasn’t a medic, neither by construction nor by trade. Yes , he assisted Knock Out, but it was always with Knock Out leading and Breakdown happily following. His skills had always been centered around breaking and destruction, not repair and mending. Knock Out was the medic. Breakdown just followed orders and did minor cleaning . His paperwork as Knock Out’s “assistant” had just been a simple ruse to keep them together! He wasn’t equipped - physically, mentally, emotionally- to deal with this!

Unfortunately, as it stood, Breakdown may be the closest mech the Nemesis had to a medic with Knock Out out of commission. It had been the whole reason he and Knock Out had been called to the Nemesis in the first place. And instead of realizing the inherent value of having only one capable medic, Decepticon High Command sent him out for scouting missions to fight the Autobots and putting his life on the line and now-

Breakdown swallowed the panic, its sticky static trying to cling to his intake as he took a heavy vent in and then out. There were no other options. Breakdown would just have to do his best. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t picked up on some things while working under Knock Out. At the very least, Breakdown knew the basics. It may not be enough to fully reattach Knock Out’s hanging arm, but he could hopefully stabilize and stop the bleeding enough for when Knock Out woke, making patching him up all the easier. He had to believe in that, focus his mind on that task and not the ever mounting pressure and panic threatening his servos to start rattling. 

Hasilty, he tried to recall Knock Out’s instructions. Knock Out loved to talk his way through operations and Breakdown had always recorded his speeches, if not for the information, than just because he loved hearing the medic ramble no matter the usbject. It turns out, it might be the thing saving Knock Out’s life. 

“First Step, dear Breakdown: Stabilize. It’s not really advisable to have your patient dying on the medberth, but the clean up is really the worst part.”

Hearing Knock Out, even over the faded, tinny recording soothed the tremoring of Breakdown’s servos. He took a deep exvent in, as he listened to a Knock Out from long, long ago casually list off necessary stabilization and patient admittance procedure.

“You want to make sure there are no active leaks. Usually a cable clamp is a satisfactory temporary measure. If its cracks within the tanks, a stop leak additive can be introduced to the fuel tank to coagulate the energon to prevent further leaks until the tank has been restored. It's important to make sure there is still energon flowing through the patient, otherwise the frame’s nanites cannot begin the self-regeneration process.”

Breakdown had already clamped off the energon leak and Knock Out didn’t appear to have any other active leaks. 

He quickly sped through the next few steps of Knock Out’s stabilization steps. They covered more severe measures for burns, crushed fuel lines, malware corrosion. Breakdown hoped he didn’t need to worry about those, but from what he could glean, the majority of the damage was from the nearly severed arm. 

“Great,” Knock Out’s recording praised. The tone was warm, familiar, reserved for Breakdown alone. It shouldn’t make his spark spin so rapidly it made his chest burn but it did. Everything Knock Out did had that effect on him. “ Now, we are going to want to do a system assessment and diagnostic.”

As soon as the words whistled through his audials, Breakdown felt his spark sink into the depths of his chassis. 

While Breakdown knew the basics of patient intake and quick patches, the realm of actual, professional grade care was above his knowledge base. Knock Out could take one glance at an offset wing and know the issue was a simple alignment or see a shattered knee joint and know the exact reconstruction configuration for that specific frame type. Breakdown surely couldn’t look as a nearly dismembered arm and know how to pop it back into place. 

Breakdown stared at Knock Out and the mess of his shoulder in utter dismay. He didn’t know what to do. Sure, he helped Knock Out occasionally in the medbay but that was in the vein of passing equipment or fetching medicine. It certainly wasn’t anything more than that. He wasn’t a forged medic, he wasn’t even a trained nurse. They just put that on paper so they would make sure they got to stay on the same ship together.

He needed a real medic. Someone that knew what they were talking about. 

An idea…struck Breakdown, less like a bolt of lightning and more like a creeping, dawning dread. He quickly pulled up his comm link and enabled the frequency scrambler. 

--

Ratchet stared at the anonymous comm link with a chill of dread rolling down his spinal strut. 

The frequency was concealed and somehow managed to get through the several encrypted firewalls the Autobots had set up to protect their network from Decepticon interference. Evidently, more protective measures would need to be implemented. Without opening it, all Ratchet could see was the scrambled frequency and the single word subject: help .

Hesitantly, Ratchet opened the message. It was short, curt. 

::Need your medical advice. Call me. Emergency.::

He frowned deeply. It wasn’t from any of his fellow Autobots and it wasn’t from Starscream. Even Wheeljack, despite his transient and “neutral” status, was in their contact database. There weren’t that many Cybertronians in range that it could be, leaving only a handful of Decepticons possibly on the end of the link. 

Before Ratchet could debate about calling, his anonymous messenger seemed to lose patience and called him . The ringing echoed in the quiet Autobot base, everyone out scouting and the kids thankfully at their homes, leaving Ratchet alone. Curiosity won out at the end as he accepted the call. 

The comm link connected but there was no immediate answer. A faint, quiet buzzing met him, telling him the call connected but the caller was choosing not to speak. 

Gruffly, Ratchet spoke. “Hello?”

“Uh,” came a hesitant, deep register “hey, Doc.”

Ratchet blinked. The voice was not un familiar, but Ratchet wasn’t completely sure he could place it. The image of an angry bulky blue bot came to mind but... 

“This is-“

“Breakdown. Yeah, I don’t really have time to chat. Just need your help for a second. I’ll owe you or whatever.”

Ratchet narrowed his optics. A myriad of questions rolled through the medic’s helm: How did a Decepticon bruiser get his personal comm link? How long has his information been available to the Decepticons? What other holes in their Network were there that any low-ranking Decepticon could just access willy nilly? What business did Breakdown even have with Ratchet of all mechs?

“Help with what? ”

Rather than reply, an incoming video call request came in from the same comm frequency. 

Was this a threat? An attempt at blackmail or ransom? Oh no. Had the Decepticons taken one of his mech’s prisoners? Or what if it was one of the kids or-

Before his thought could even finish, Ratchet accepted the call only to be met by the (goreish) image of a nearly severed arm coated in thick, tacky energon. Several fuel lines had been slashed and nearly every wire snapped, snagged and frayed. 

“Oh Primus, what is this?” Ratchet cried out. 

“A gift from your wrecker, courtesy of his bombs,” Breakdown snarled, anger and the edge of panic in his voice. “Just tell me how I fix him.”

“You have a medic, don’t you?” Ratchet sneered, the image of the flashy speedster conjured in his processor. 

“Whose arm do you think this is?” Breakdown hissed.

Oh. 

Upon closer examination, Ratchet could see the telltale edges of sleek red plating, now chipped and scratched, a sickly gray sheen taking over the usual glimmering finish. Based on the relative silence over the comm link, Ratchet had to assume Knock Out was, well, knocked out . Otherwise, he could only imagine the absolute fit the other medic would throw in knowing his precious frame was in the hypothetical servos of Ratchet . 

“Why would I help you?” Ratchet asked. 

Doing so would only be giving aid to the enemy . With Knock Out out of commission, even for a little bit, that would allow the Autobots to make some moves, finally make actual concrete steps into ending this war and defeating Megatron. Why would he help? Why would he go against his own cause and the great good for Cybertronians-

“Didn’t you take some oaths?” Breakdown asked, his tone veering from distressed to disgust.

Well. He did have a point. The inner fires that had been burning in Ratchet’s chest extinguished with one fell-swoop as he let out a heavy exvent.

Breakdown continued, seemingly taking Ratchet’s defeated sigh as acceptance. “I’m not asking you to actually do it. I’m not bridging you here and he’s not going to be at the mercy of the Autobot. I’ll take care of it-”

“You aren’t a medic!”

“Our only medic won’t have an arm unless I do something,” Breakdown snapped back. A shuddering exvent whistled over the frequency before the normally brutish mech whispered a quiet, desperate, “Please?”

It shouldn’t make Ratchet’s resolve waiver. Yet, Ratchet found himself soften at the quiet plea. He knew all too well the pain of watching a loved one suffer and as much as he may hate Knock Out, he didn’t relish the idea of being one of the factors in his ill fated injury. He knew the bitter taste of not being able to fix, mend, help .

“It’s going to require surgery,” Ratchet said with a grimace. It looked like Wheeljack’s bombs not only nearly severed the limb but removed the surrounding plating’s protective coating. “It’s not something I can just walk you through. A repair like this is complicated, meddling in it without expertise could cause even more damage.” 

“Can’t we just do a quick patch? To make sure it doesn’t get worse? Something?”

It was odd hearing Breakdown so… panicked . Ratchet, while never quite having the fortune to face off against the Decepticon, he certainly heard many tales from Bulkhead about him, none never quite painted him in such a soft, caring light. Then again, the risk of loss made everyone reveal their true selves. 

“I suppose we can do some light repair work and splint up the rest. Is he suffering from any other injuries?” If it is just his arm, Knock Out should be able to handle the repair, or at least instruct his partner in patching it up. If he really was a medic worth his expensive, ostentatious finish. 

“Not that I could tell. Just scuffed up and some dents. I can buff those out later.”

“How thoughtful,” Ratchet grumbled. “Right, let’s get this over with quickly.” No point in becoming overly familiarized with Breakdown. Ratchet did not intend for this to be a repeat venture. Judging by Breakdown’s general disposition, he didn’t seem to be either. “Okay, first zoom me in on the wire connections and let me see what we are working with. You clamp those cables yourself?”

There was a distant grunt as Breakdown slowly turned the video feed to show every angle of the injured arm. “I’m his assistant. Nurse. Whatever. I help K.O. in the medbay often enough to how to clamp some slaggin’ cables. My helm’s hard but it’s not full of lead.”

Ratchet didn’t want to say he was impressed but…well, it wasn’t like any of his mechs knew how to clamp cables or even what cable clamps were. 

“They look good,” Ratchet muttered the slight praise. He quickly coughed, clearing his intake as Ratchet shifted to a more authoritative, professional tone. “Alright, does Knock Out have anything for splints? Tension cables, mesh tape, any medgrade solvent. You are going to want to keep it clean to avoid rust infections. Oh, and nanite gel will be useful as well for doing some minor restorative work to the light damaged cables…”

--

Breakdown wasn’t sure how long had passed before Knock Out’s optics flickered on. Warm, red glowed in the dimly light medbay as the medic slowly took in his situation. There was…a strange look on his partner’s face. Breakdown leaned closer as Knock Out slowly looked around. It seemed to take the speedster a moment before his optics landed on Breakdown. 

“Medbay?” he asked, his tone…unsure. Off. 

Worry immediately crashed over him. Breakdown quickly scanned the console monitors but by his limited knowledge, everything looked correct. Ratchet had even confirmed so when Breakdown had shown him all the readings. All Knock Out’s meters were stabilized, his energon levels were satisfactory and even his plating had started to lose the gray sheen, familiar bright red peeking through. 

Oh Primus, what if his processor took damage. Breakdown had been so focused on the mangled arm, he hadn’t even considered damage to his helm. Breakdown barely knew how to apply the temporary welds even with an experienced medic walking him through it. Processor damage though . That wasn’t even Knock Out’s specialty. Breakdown had learned everything he had from his partner and he had done a basic helm check. No dents, no scraps. The virus detector found nothing. 

“Yeah, K.O. You got hit. How’re you feelin’? In any pain?”

“Nope,” Knock Out let the sound pop from his lips. A little giggle followed which was very un-Knock Out.  “I feel great .”

Looked like the anesthesia was still cycling through his systems. Breakdown had hooked up the machine by muscle memory. The machine itself had little use, no injury brought into the medbay really needed more than a mild numb agent. The last time machine had been used was when Megatron had been comatose-

Scrap. In his haste to hook up Knock Out to the machine and to take care of the energon leaks, he hadn’t even thought to recalibrate the machine for Knock Out’s frame. Breakdown swallowed the rising panic of knowing Knock Out’s systems were currently cycling through a Megatron-sized dose of anesthesia. The dosage for a mech nearly double, if not triple Knock Out’s capacity.

He had half the mind to call Ratchet back. He was halfway through enabling the scrambler when Knock Out let out a happy, content sigh.

It…didn’t look like it was having any adverse effects. Sure, Knock Out seemed a little out of it, but if that’s all, maybe he could hold off on reaching back out to the Autobot medic. He didn’t want to test his luck. He didn’t know what would happen if Megatron found him in communication with the Autobots. For any reason. 

“Happy to hear it,” Breakdown said, thankful that as much as this whole situation was a slaggin’ mess, at least he wasn’t in pain. There was still that dazed look in Knock Out’s optics and a looseness in his limbs that Breakdown hoped was just a temporary symptom of the anesthesia. 

“You patched me up?” asked Knock Out with a soft, lofty laugh. The sound shouldn’t peak his anxiety but he’d never , in all the vorns they had known each other, ever heard Knock Out giggle . “Where d’you learn all that?” He was beaming, all too proud for a mech that nearly lost his entire arm. 

Breakdown felt nauseated by the vast contradiction of utter adoration or deep, spark-aching worry. However, despite both of these, he could not burst Knock Out’s bubble that in truth he had called the ornery Autobot medic for help. 

“Only from the best,” he murmured. 

Lazily Knock Out’s optics dragged down his frame, lingering with a small pout at every scratch and dent he spied along the way. It ended at his shoulder joint, which even Breakdown had to admit, didn’t look all that much better with the temporary splints than it had looked just hanging from those scant few wires.

“‘S not bad,” Knock Out murmured, his voice slightly slurred and sleepy. “Aiming for my gig?”

“Not sure my shoddy work is gonna pass any examinations,” Breakdown responded softly, holding Knock Out’s uninjured servo in-between his own. “It’s a mess. You’re going to have to help me clean up whatever I fragged up.”

“Mmmm,” Knock Out hummed, optics unfocused and slightly dim. “Not sure I have the capacity to give instruction now.”

“Just rest,” Breakdown lifted the clawed servo to his lips, speaking directly into the metal. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, silly?” Knock Out slurred, digits wiggling playfully but oh so weakly between his palms. “You fixed me up.”

“Knock Out-”

“Shhhhh,” the drowsy medic hushed, clawed digit clumsily landed across Breakdown’s lips. “The doctor is speaking.” A sloppy, drug induced smile crawled across his lips plates. “One medical professional to another. Besides-” Knock Out dropped his voice to a soft whisper “-you took care of me. That’s all I could ever ask of you.”

Breakdown swallowed the knot of emotion rising up his intake. He pressed another kiss to Knock Out’s finger before gently placing his servo back onto the medberth. 

“Leaving?” Knock Out asked quietly as Breakdown stood. It made the large mech pause. It wasn’t often he heard his partner so weak, so vulnerable. 

“Just going to clean up.”

“That can wait. Come back here.” There was a slight pout on the speedster’s face. “You know an important aspect of patient care is…” The words failed him suddenly, his pout turning into a confused frown. 

“Bedside manner?”

“Yes. Yes, yes. Exactly.”

Breakdown slowly eased himself back into the seat, his spark warming as the smile blossomed on Knock Out’s face once more. His arm flopped out of the berth to reach Breakdown but it seemed his fine motor skills were too lax to do much than hang limply in the space between them. 

“Okay, K.O.” Breakdown murmured, picking up the loopy medic’s servo once more. “I ain’t going anywhere.”

“Good.”

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for the character thingy, regulus!!

Hi!!! Thank you!!! ♥️

How I feel about this character:

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually dislike Regulus: I just need him to be written exactly the way I imagine him 😅

He’s a very interesting character to me. He’s not good, you know? He’s intensely morally grey and got cut down before he got the chance to truly grow or develop as a person (…character). He could’ve helped Dumbledore put the pieces together sooner in regards to the horcruxes. He’s a (dangerous) bigot obsessed with a radical terrorist political figure, but his big brother calls him “soft” and an “idiot”. He played the position of seeker. He painted the family’s house crest on his bedroom wall and stuck newspaper clippings about muggle murders and wizardly terrorists attacks on the other. It paints the picture of a teenage boy who slid down the far-right rabbit hole, is now dangerous, is now violent and hateful—but still a teenage boy at his core.

He’s funny too, in that way you sort of… laugh at schadenfreude. He wrote Voldemort a snarky note about how he knew about Voldemort’s dirty little secret and that he was going down, and then Voldemort didn’t notice or care. His death is one of the first to prompt a whole range of deaths in the Black family, almost like he accidentally prompted the fall and rot of the family. And also (as mentioned), he basically had a fancam twitter account of Lord fucking Voldemort. Then deemed him problematic (“he literally basically broke my mop AND dutch oven omg”) and tried to cancel him, before dying in the process. It’s almost hilarious.

For fics, I like it when he survives and ends up kidnapping Harry after lying low until the end of the war; I like it when he’s the grumpy ex-DE Astronomy teacher tasked with keeping an eye on his brother’s godson; and I like it when he follows Sirius and gets sorted into a different house than Slytherin, be it Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff. In a No Voldemort-AU, I like him as the snarky, dreadfully annoying, very embarrassing little brother who just sort of shows up all the time whenever Sirius and his mates hang out.

Who I ship romantically with this character:

Nobody! I HC him as aroace.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Barty Jr, I suppose! I like to think Barty was a Ravenclaw, but the ages seem to fit (as well as the near fanatical devotion). Possibly study-buddies while Regulus mainly moved in the same little gang of aspiring Death Eaters that Snape was a part of.

I do love his (destructive, hateful yet loving) relationship with Sirius, though. Both when it’s positive and when it’s negative.

My unpopular opinion for this character:

I think he wasn’t pushed into becoming a Death Eater by his parents. They had a (strong) hand in his radicalisation, but they didn’t encourage him to become one. Regulus and Bella were outliers: until Voldemort and his followers became too violent, the vast majority of them only wished to be political backing. Not followers… just like-minded fellows, if you will. Regulus’ idolisation of Voldemort and his subsequent loyalty to the cause were at most encouraged by Bellatrix and perhaps Lucius, and likely also by some friends at school, but he went into it on his own. He didn’t genuinely realise something about Voldemort was off (as in, Voldemort didn’t care about anything but himself) until he had to nurse Kreacher back to health—and it was more about the destruction of and lack of care about Regulus’ property he’d let Voldemort borrow in good faith, rather than a light-bulb moment about his ingrained bigotry. Had he lived, he would’ve been murdered before the end of the first war, or he would’ve been on the Lucius Malfoy-side of Wizengamot.

I also think he wasn’t the favourite son. The favoured son, yes, but not the favourite. Regardless, I believe he was loved still: Walburga going mad in self-imposed isolation, having turned childless; Orion loving him enough to either destroy himself after Regulus’ death or to get killed trying to figure out what happened; and Sirius growing dangerously desperate in his attempts to connect the pieces of any information he can find.

Something something the hunter (dog or man) finding the hide of the predator they respected beyond measure, and ruthlessly/recklessly taking on the poaching gang that kills for profit alone.

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon:

Literally any more scenes of him other than the note, Sirius’ (biased and traumatised) perspective, and Kreacher’s (biased and traumatised) perspective. A portrait even, of a snarky, arrogant, bigoted boy who sneers at his brother for looking like their father, who refuses to speak to Hermione for being a muggleborn, who turns his nose up to the Weasleys for being blood-traitors, who seemingly tries his best to ignore Harry but keeps watching him when he thinks Harry isn’t paying attention. Or memories: how he was at Hogwarts and how he was at home, whether he was mean or kind, a foul-mouthed git or a shy opportunist. That would’ve been neat.

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Do you ever think about the fact that we still kind of have no idea what Hoody's deal is?

I'm seriously rotating him in my head like food in a microwave 24/7 at the moment. Anyway, blacked out and wrote a ramble session about the character below. Feels good to let it out for once by writing it down, he deserves to be studied under a microscope...

There isn't much we know about Brian, we know from an old official bio that he was around 20 in 2006 and was planning to graduate with a bachelor’s degree in psychology and a minor in video production. That detail alone is just really interesting to me, like, how was the dynamic between him and Tim during school before they joined Alex in filming? Did Brian notice how much Tim struggles with mental health? Did Tim ever tell him about his childhood? Do they even remember their friendship during this time after so much memory loss?

He met and befriended Alex while they attended a class together. He and Tim end up auditioning for Alex Kralie's student film and got the roles. He just wanted to help a friend out on his little low budget project, just for everything to spiral out of control in like 3 months...

While filming the student film, Alex becomes increasingly irritable and hard to work with. It's likely towards the end of that summer when he decided to kill every cast member to stop the spread of the Operator Sickness. At least that's how I understood it, Alex is as affected by the Operator as everyone else, he likely also has memory loss before, through out and after Marble Hornets.

Now, it gets a little less clear from here on out, the entries are uploaded all over the place, so I'd say the exact timeline is partially up to interpretation. I'm relying on this timeline for this post; depending on how you see the story, you might order the tapes slightly differently.

For example; that timeline places entry #13 (the one where Jay and Alex film in the woods and Jay runs back to the car to retrieve something and is filmed by totheark) before entry #56, #57 and #51 (Alex's murder attempt on Tim and Brian) which means there *has* to be a second or third totheark member. It makes no sense for Brian to be Hoody *before* he was almost killed by Alex.

Personally, my interpretation is that towards the end of summer, Alex kills Sarah, which is how he likely discovers that the Operator teleports the bodies away.

He then lures Tim and then later Brian to the burned-out hospital and hits them both with a heavy object over the head. He drags off Brian's unconscious body and Brian most likely ends up in the Operator's pocket dimension, aka "the Ark" which he can later escape from (also implied by the Marble Hornets Comic. It's mentioned that you lose a part of yourself every time you escape that place. Is it possible that he lost the ability to speak because of his experiences there?)

Seth is lured to an abandoned building shortly after and is also "taken". Lastly, Alex attacks Jay after giving him some of the Marble Hornets tapes. In entry #22 he says "everyone is gone" mentioning Seth, Brian, Tim, Jay and Sarah.

I think Alex believes they are gone/dead and that he stopped the spread of the Operator Sickness until Amy discovers his camera in 2010 and is attacked by the Operator. He likely kills her shortly after and starts looking for Jay, who does not remember that first murder attempt.

I have no idea why it took him 7 months to try and kill Jay, it is likely because totheark kept stalking him (he mentions several times that masked figures are stalking him constantly). But considering that he smashes a guy's head in because he thinks it's Jay, he doesn't really have any hesitation when it comes to killing him. I'm guessing he waited that long because Jay can help him against totheark but then couldn't wait anymore because Jay "infected" Jessica? That is to say, he isn't a monster; maybe he just didn't want to kill Jay at first. Or he just has phases where he is more "sane" and aware of his actions.

Now back to Brian, he seems to have been pretending to be missing/dead in order to keep Alex off his back, but in entry #68 Alex tells Hoody to "wipe that stupid smile of your face" implying he knows that it's Brian.

I have also no idea what he did from 2006 until 2010, but we seemed to be wearing the same clothes from his "first" appearance in 2010 until his last in 2014; he wears something different in entry #51 (the one where he is attacked), meaning he didn't just live in the woods for 8 years wearing the exact same clothes... just 4.

We do know he has several hideouts/beds in the woods, likely changing locations every once in a while. He hid in his own house for a while; there is a mattress in the closet room, (?) which implies either he or Masky lived there, at least for some time.

It's clear from the early totheark videos that they think Alex is at fault/the source. It's not until season 3 that they discover Tim's medical records and piece together that Tim is likely Patient 0. Hoody begins to actively try to get Tim back into the masked state at this point, going as far as breaking into Tim's house to steal pills while he is still inside.

Hoody does calm down a little towards the end of season 3 and tries to get Jay and Tim to work together, even though I don't think he liked that they decided to hide from Alex.

There are several ways you could interpret their masked states, and if they are fully aware of what they are doing, for Tim it does seem more like a dissociative disorder, likely a state that existed as far back as his early childhood. They both aren't really able to speak while they are like this; I think the only word we ever hear from Masky is "no" when Jay tries to remove his mask in entry #18. Hoody is completely silent; I think the only time he ever makes a noise to communicate is in entry #76, where he shh's Jessica.

It also seems like Masky and Hoody share the pills? In an early entry, Jay finds a pill bottle in Brian's house; Masky seems to steal them back shortly after. We don't know how they started working as a team, but they've tried to kill Alex several times together, always getting chased off by the Operator before they can finally finish him off.

Then, finally, Hoody manages to kidnap Alex and drags him to Benedict Hall. We don't know exactly how it happens, but Alex escapes. Hoody/totheark does try to warn Jay in the totheark video "Quadrant" which is a response to entry #79. At about 0:06 we hear a distorted voice say "Hold your formation, do not do this, hold off, stay put." During the words "Hold your formation," we see Jay, meaning that tta is speaking to Jay. During the rest of the sentence, we can see images of the message Hoody used to lure them to Benedict Hall in the first place, making it obvious that he wants Jay to stay where he is and not look for Alex. Unfortunately, Jay does not get the message. It seems like Hoody knows that he won't get the message in time or that something will go wrong. At 0:28 you can hear him say "he didn't know how to leave" while a code that was deciphered to be "I can't help" is shown in the background.

The final totheark video is *directly* by him, he signs it off with his a scrambled version of his name, IA⦻NR, which be unscrambled to spell Brian. I find it interesting that he used the Operator Symbol for one of the letters in his name.

Null is the only totheark entry that remains partially unsolved, I love that this was (accidentally?) recontextualized by the comics, Hoody seems to have a compulsive need to only speak in puzzles, riddles and codes, unable to communicate with other humans outside of that, never being able to properly explain himself to his friends, so it's only fitting that his last message, his last words as Brian, will remain unsolved and untold.

[m-ilkiee]

Hey there I am a new follower of yours, I'm gonna follow a few seconds after finishing this. I read your series, the mikey x reader x izana one? Absolutely loved it. Really liked it to the point I went and checked out your other posts, but got met by tons of stuff where you seemed to be upset at something? I am not too sure what is happening, but whatever is the case, I hope you are doing well, after scrolling more, I found out you're also in college? If I remember correctly, you are in college, I'm sure. Anyway, College can be stressing and the fact you still make these juicy fanfics doesn't cease to amaze me. I used to write stuff but gave up when my studies caught up to me so i am shocked after finding out about you studying while writing. I am not just saying this as if to stop you from quitting just because I love your fics, (although I do), however, if ever you need to rest, pls do, and whatever you are going through, I hope the best for yourself.

First of all, thank you very much. I'm actually in medical school - but I prefer saying college because it's easier to explain to people that way. The truth is if you look at the dates of my updates, there are huge gaps- I take a long time writing specifically because my studies come first. Sometimes I stop writing entirely when I have major tests going on, like the last two I wrote back to back or when I had a major health issue. I try to write when I'm free and I have lots of time on my hand, typically taoe out a day. And I prefer early morning and late night studying because people are asleep and would bother me less. So yeah, that's how I maintain my writing streak and keep it with studies. Eventually, I may have to stop entirely, because there's no future with me writing fanfiction and things will get tougher, but until then.

I apologize you have to see me in such a bad light. Tumblr is not always a nice place for me and typically I get sent hate for no reason at all or my words are misconstrued. For some reason, people assume I'm a bully, which is very strange because I'm the one always getting attacked by random people or if I say something, people always bring up my mental health and insult my parents or call me a racial slur. Typically, I either just delete the thing I said along with the hate anons because I don't have the time to reply to all of them, whether I believe I'm right or I'm wrong, but yesterday, someone called my mutual bootlicker for 'supporting' or not 'criticizing' me and sent her hate, so I had to say something. It's been happening since the beginning of this year when I called out a popular creator for her anti-black comments towards a former mutual and quite frankly, I'm tired.

Amyways, it's not always like that on here. I have a masterlist on my pinned now for you to check out my works. Feel free to scroll through there.

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

Study Day

So I’ve been studying non stop today, for about… okay well I actually studied as in wrote notes for about 4-5 hours I think, a lot of the time I spent doing a mixture of reading and thinking, and self soothing when a panic attack started to crop up (note; hitting or drumming my fingers over my heart helps in a similar manner to drumming my fingers on my temples)

Have I been as productive as I would like to and remember being in the past with A-levels or even last year with uni? No, I really needed to go slow and take these notes because this is A LOT of content and it took me a while to comprehend it since it’s a lot of new concepts all at once. I spent yesterday oscillating between soothing and reading because the work was quite new and complex, and then today making notes slowly

However I’m getting a grasp on it, I’m fascinated by how this course is approaching the idea of landscapes and environment (and it’s helping me understand fully some video essays I’ve watched on Studio Ghibli films, in fact it’s giving me more ideas to expand on those essays with)

I’m going slow at first because this feels like foundation knowledge that I’ll come back to a lot later so I want to be sure I’m synthesising information correctly.

I spent most of today going over how environmental transformation in Holland was connected with national identity and therefore Netherlands’ art in the 1700s and looking at the different facets of “landscape”, landscape as art (representation), landscape as an action (to landscape the environment) and landscape as a political entity (a boundary around a certain area of land)

Now I’ve moved onto Landscapes as sacred places, how they symbolise different ideas of divinity for different religions

As I was studying I figured out a good way to save myself some money and avoid a goodnotes subscription; export my notebooks to my iCloud Drive once I’m done and then I can still make my 2 free notebooks on the app. Yes I could pay a one off price of £26 but I can’t justify it yet.

I also figured out how to use the tape feature (it looks like tape in your notebook!) and the sticky notes feature, which you can leave on the page or collapse sort of like a pop up thing in your own notebook which is so fun ^_^

So, productivity. Not as great as it used to be, but I’m getting there. Between a new topic of study and the low thrum of anxiety and easing back into studying? I am probably not doing terribly. (I’m trying to be nice to myself here)

I’m using the half term just to catch up on studying, I’ve only 2 outings planned so Insha’Allah I’ll have caught up and set a good study schedule in place for term time.

It feels like I’ve been studying all day, I mean I have I’ve been sitting here fixated on it all day but I don’t have as much as I wished I would to show for it.

*bites lip*

Being nice to myself. Yes.

I also made sure to eat breakfast and lunch but after my work flow got interrupted to help clean up an hour ago, meh I don’t feel interested in cooking or eating dinner, or getting back to work (hence my wandering on tumblr)

But this is still better self care than A-levels, I’m going to finish some apple slices and then shower and go to bed since I want to wake up early to continue studying Insha’Allah

[saunteredserpent]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

hiii Jenna thank you for sending this in 🩷

I would say,, my personal top five fics I've written would have to be, in no specific order of absolute favorite, would be:

Fair Day

Whatever I Had, I Finally Sat Alone

Andante, Andante

We Can Speak In Flowers

And Maybe, Just Maybe I'll Come Home

ngl I'm for some reason actually lowkey nervous about the fact that these are all only kingdom hearts fics and that I haven't written and posted nearly enough for any of my other fandoms (looks at my good omens florist!Crowley au I started writing a few months ago and posted the first chapter of but that I still have yet to update. sweats.) but. I'll give a brief synopsis for these fics, as well as my personal thoughts and feelings regarding each one, below the readmore:

Fair Day was a sorikai request fluff fic I got a few years ago, and to this day I still think it turned out really cute and fluffy for sure. essentially, the plot for this one is Kairi breaks her leg and is bored/frustrated being cooped up at home while in recovery, and the boys decide to cheer her up by taking her to the Destiny Islands' yearly fair. cute and fluffy shenanigans ensue.

WIHIFSA is a post-DDD, pre-III Sora character study fic I wrote for a now former friend, and even though I'm no longer friends with that person the fic itself is one of the pieces I'm still proud of having written ngl. I wanted to tap into Sora's headspace and emotions regarding... pretty much everything leading up to that point, and I feel like I might have done a decent job? I mean, I did give the poor kid a lowkey anxiety attack in the fic itself, but. y'know. he deserves to have those moments where he breaks down, and I will not take criticism or questions on this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Andante, Andante is the post-kh III terraqua fic I wrote back after the game came out. it remains to be both the first ever kingdom hearts fic I ever wrote and the first one I ever posted, and it's one that as a result of this will forever hold a special place in my heart tbh.

We Can Speak In Flowers is a Kairi and Leon friendship piece I actually wrote as a gift for a roleplay partner of mine (who ofc writes Leon/Squall where I write Kairi), and is by far in my opinion quite possibly one of the BEST fics I've written, even for being a oneshot. I had a fun time researching flower language and flower symbolisms for the fic itself and while I was admittedly also somewhat anxious about how I portrayed Leon for this one, I feel like I managed to pull off his characterization decently enough.

and finally, last but not least: And Maybe, Just Maybe I'll Come Home is another one that just. honestly remains to hold a special place in my heart forever. it's an au I wrote after watching the DreamWorks Sinbad movie and thinking to myself 'okay, but what if this plotlime but polyamory and sorikai 👀'

but yee!! if anyone is interested in going to read these, y'all have my permission and you're more than welcome to comment or kudos or however it is you wish to engage with them after doing so!!