#notyourplotbunny

[iloveyoualeclightwood]

@notyourplotbunny hmm sure he doesn’t…. his social media suggests otherwise lmao anyway yh im aware he’s a good guy i just find him boring and can’t really understand why anyone would be wishing death on /alec/ for lashing out at him

[xofemeraldstars]

notyourplotbunny replied to your post “puppysimon replied to your post “the fact that we have to wait till...”

i'm really hoping theyre just heterobaiting, like...make it look like raphael is into izzy and climon will work but then: a rugpull

like that’s my deepest and best-hidden hope tbh but then i remember the way they talked about saphael and clizzy especially during nycc how “this show isn’t about sex” and all my hope jumps out the window

[teaandforeshadowing]

notyourplotbunny answered your question “so I kind of want to try my hand at writing some drabbles? send...”

john makes sherlock a cake for his birthday. could go good or burnt cake horrible, you pick

please don’t ask me why I’m writing all of these from John’s perspective

John has never been one for baking. 

He’s got a surgeon’s steady hands, and a soldier’s eye for detail, but sweet heaven above, he was just monstrous at baking. Cookies became black lumps under his watchful eye, and icing became soup under his delicate touch.

Which is why I should have bought one at Tesco instead of baking one, he thought, trying to shape the mush in front of him into something resembling decorations. Mrs. Hudson had helped him a bit with the actual cake part, but he’d wanted to do at least something for himself. It was Sherlock’s birthday, the first one since he’d found out when exactly that was, and he wanted to surprise him with something personal.

As footsteps sounded on the landing, panic raced through John’s heart, and he wondered if it be more worth it to trash the whole project, stop Sherlock before he set foot in the kitchen, and lure him out to dinner instead while Mrs. H cleaned up after him. 

There was a slight pause at the door before it opened all the way. Too late.

Slow, heavy steps into the kitchen, still weighed down by a coat and shoes, and John found he couldn’t move his hands anymore. (Even if he could, it was a lost cause.)

A dark figure finally appeared in the doorway, standing tall and oh-so-beautiful, especially sprinkled with melting snowflakes.

“Surprise?”

Sherlock stared unblinkingly at the mess on the table (no, the one next to his experiments) for a few seconds before quirking a small smile.

��As thoughtful as this is,” he started, stepping over to John and curling an arm around his waist, “let’s order some take away, hm?”

John sighed into the embrace as Sherlock planted a small kiss on his forehead. “Good. Yes. Thank god.”

[a-darling-thing]

@notyourplotbunny, bless you for your tags: 

#i saw him at the market with sherlock fighting over a cart that incl. gaaoline/lettuce/matches/rubber hosing/milk/sugar etc#oh the wedding was cancelled as the groom pulled an alec lightwood and kissed the best man#there was much celebrating and cake after#even mycroft cracked a dusty awkward smile

I miss John Watson

I haven’t seen him since Sherlock’s speech at his wedding reception.

[captainclickycat]

So consider this: the kid's official name is still Rosie but Sherlock determinedly calls her Catherine to honour the name John wanted to give her, so she just ends up being one of those people with two names and people can pick whichever one they prefer

[jemariel]

Rating: Teen

Tags: POV Sherlock Holmes, Parenthood, Parentlock, Ignores the existence of TFP, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock

Summary: Sherlock hates the name Rosamund. John wanted to call her Katherine. Sherlock thinks it suits her. Meanwhile, he and John are orbiting ever closer together. Sherlock tries not to wonder how long he will have them here, all three of them together in 221B. (Spoiler alert: it's forever.)

A saccharine bit of loosely post-s4 comfort fic. Herein you will find: Sherlock being adorable with Rosie; John and Sherlock's relationship evolving, finally; Lots of feelings, like, just, everywhere. All over the floor.

Loosely for @notyourplotbunny who liked my “Sherlock hates the name Rosamund” headcanon and obliquely asked for a fic of it and then my brain wouldn’t let it go. If you actually remember that happening then I’ll be sort of surprised but here you go! :D

Forgot to mention in the notes but beta’d by @my-johnlocked-life <3!

[aceperjay]

notyourplotbunny replied to your post “I need Saphael ideas for Valentine’s Day, help…”

rafe being passive aggressive with candy hearts

he knows they cant eat them but its the principle (sp?) of the matter bc noone has celebrated valentines day at dumort in decades 

Okay, I guess I changed it a little bit but I hope you like what I made of it, I certainly had fun writing this :D And thank you for the idea! ♥

Also posting it already because it’s just past midnight here so it’s the 14th for me already - it will be up on AO3 in about an hour (it won’t let me set the correct date before 1am...)

"What is up with this stuff, seriously??" Stan complained and Simon glanced up from the comic he was currently reading to look at the small pink candy heart the older vampire had pinched between his index finger and thumb. It wasn't the first one a clan member had discovered in the hotel and the fledgeling couldn't help but think that the idea was absolutely hilarious.

"What does this one say?" Simon asked and he felt his lips already tugging into a grin when the other groaned.

"U suck."

Laughter bubbled up in Simon's throat and he wasn't the only one who enjoyed the little messages engraved into the sweets. Whoever had taken the time to scatter these in the whole hotel was clearly a genius in Simon's book and he would love to know who was behind all of this.

"I'm still convinced that this is your doing, Lewis! You're the only one here with this stupid kind of humour!" Stan glared at him but without any heat and Simon knew he wasn't actually mad. He was simply an old, grumpy vampire without a sense of humour and probably didn't even get why half of the things were funny to the clan members who bothered to keep up with the modern world.

"Stan, seriously, I would be proud if this had been my idea but sadly it isn't."

"I found one with ctrl + z in one of the cupboards in the kitchen," Lily commented from where she was curled up in the armchair with a book perched in her lap, not taking her eyes off the pages while talking. Stan and a few other vampires frowned, clearly not getting the joke, while Simon stifled more laughter by pressing his hand to his mouth.

"When I got up and went to the bathroom there was a blue heart balanced on the tap with the words get lost. I always thought these candy hearts only had nice messages on them but clearly, there are mean ones as well," another female vampire added and a few other clan members told about their findings as well. Simon's favourite ones certainly were the drop dead, bite me, tbh I'd rather not and in ur dreams but the u suck was right up there as well.

The first one to discover the candy hearts scattered across the hotel had been one of the oldest clan members who had been very confused about the I literally can't message on a yellow heart in their room because they couldn't figure out what it was supposed to mean. Simon had tried to explain the meaning but he wasn't too sure that the other vampire had understood.

"It's Valentine's Day, someone probably just wanted to lighten the mood," Lily commented with a shrug and it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.

"There's one with lol no balanced on top of the picture frame in the main hall. I have no idea how they even got it up there," Elliott informed them while strolling into the room and he stopped behind the couch, right next to Simon's shoulder who tilted his head back and blinked up at the other vampire frowning at him.

"You have one stuck in your hood," the other informed him and before Simon could react he had already snatched it up, eyebrows rising when his eyes read the message on the piece of candy.

"Wow."

"What is it?" Simon asked and tried to grab the pinkish heart from the other's grasp but Elliott stepped back and out of reach.

"That's it. It just says Wow."

Lily finally looked up from her book and she wasn't the only one now staring at Simon who started to feel a little uneasy with all the attention suddenly directed at him. Elliott finally handed him the small, pink heart and Simon frowned a little because he hadn't heard of anyone finding an even remotely nice message on the candies they had discovered so why had one with this text ended up in his hood?

"What's with the restlessness today?" Raphael's voice kept Simon from voicing his mild confusion and his eyes immediately found the clan leader's who glanced at him briefly before walking up to the couch, smoothly sitting down next to the fledgeling.

"You may have noticed the candy hearts someone spread through ought the whole hotel?" Stan answered with a counter-question and their leader blinked before humming softly, nodding his head.

"I have, actually," he replied and reached into his pocket to pull out a pale green heart with the text 3000% done that caused Simon to bite his bottom lip to hold in his laughter. Nobody could argue that this one was a pretty fitting choice for their grumpy leader who did always seem to be absolutely done with everyone's antics as soon as the night started.

"I need to know who did this and ask them to be my new best friend," Simon decided while slipping his comic into the coffee table in front of the couch, placing the Wow heart on top of it and he could feel Raphael's dark eyes following his movements but resisted the urge to look at the leader.

Simon had honestly been tempted to get Raphael something for Valentine's but on one hand he really couldn't imagine the older vampire being into any dorky or romantic stuff and on the other hand, he could imagine even less that he had the tiniest bit of chance with the other. His crush had developed into something way out of his control and sometimes Simon felt like he would combust if he didn't just confess to Raphael. But then he remembered a talk he once had with Lily about their leader generally never being interested in anyone - she knew Raphael for about 60 years now and he had never been in a relationship as far as she knew. It seemed like the older vampire simply wasn't interested in romantic involvements, which was completely fine, but it made Simon's feelings all the more frustrating because they would probably never be reciprocated.

He was the master of one-sided feelings, it seemed. Forever in the friend zone. First with Clary, now with Raphael. This time was even worse because the other vampire was always around, always took care of him and seemed to ignore every concept of personal space. He was always too close, casual touches driving Simon crazy because he always wanted to reach out or plead for Raphael to not draw his hand back immediately.

"You want to be best friend with a moron who distributes insulting candies in a hotel filled with vampires who can't even eat the damn things?" Raphael questioned with raised eyebrows and he was clearly judging Simon once again. He pulled up his shoulder and huffed softly.

"So what? I think the idea is hilarious and who cares if we can't eat them? That's not the point anyway," he replied, surprised by his own defensiveness, and ended up grabbing the pastel pink heart again before getting up to head to his room. Simon had to make a plan how to figure out who did all of this, that was more important than sulking like a child because he had been too much of a coward to finally confess his feelings. Another Valentine's Day without anyone to share it with, it was just same as every year of his existence.

Simon closed the door of his room with a heavy sigh and noticed something scattered across his bed that had definitely not been there when he had left his room earlier. He frowned and stepped up to the ridiculously large bed, realising that he had actually left the sheets in a chaotic mess but now it was smoothly spread over the bed with more of the damn candy hearts all over it.

"Are you kidding me," he mumbled and mentally prepared for more insults only to be surprised when he spotted one with You rock. Simon frowned and reached for another one - all of the candy hearts were pink like the one from his hood and all of them were turned around so he couldn't see the words embedded in them.

Cutie

You're sweet

Just cuddling is ok

Love bug

Fallen and can't get up

If his heart would still be beating it would probably hammer against his ribs right now because holy shit the person who did all of this was apparently into him?? It was absolutely ridiculous but still impossibly flattering and adorable that someone went through all of this trouble to send him cute messages. Everyone got teasing and rather insulting ones but he was the only clan member, as far as he knew at least, who received the typical candy hearts with cute messages.

Simon noticed another heart that had slipped between the two fluffy pillows and picked it up when there was a knock on the door. He didn't get a chance to reply because the door was pushed open right after and he wasn't too surprised to see Raphael entering his room.

"Why do you even bother knocking if you don't even wait for me to ask you inside?"

"Because it's polite to knock and you will allow me to enter anyway so why wait for the obvious answer?" The clan leader replied with a dismissive gesture and his eyes dropped to Simon's hands - one with several hearts placed in its palm and the other one holding the candy he had just picked up. The fledgeling's gaze darted to the single heart in his hand as well, unnecessary breath getting stuck in his throat.

I like like you

He was actually starting to feel bad now because this person seemed really into him but Simon knew, whoever they were, he couldn't reciprocate the feeling. He was head over heels for a certain grumpy vampire and no wooing with inedible candy hearts would change that.

"You know, you can eat those," Raphael commented, motioning at the hearts and his expression was blanker than usual, almost suspiciously so.

"Sure, and then spend some time hugging the toilet bowl throwing them up again. No, thanks. I'm not that stupid, Rapha...el." Great, of course he would end up referring to the other with the nickname he might have started using for the clan leader in his head. Simon felt his cheeks heat up the slightest bit and he regretted feeding already because it meant he could actually blush visible enough for Raphael to see.

"They are made with blood," Raphael explained dryly, fortunately not deeming Simon's slip with a comment but his expression was clearly amused now, lips almost curling into a smirk that Simon felt the need to kiss punch off his face!

"How would you know?"

Raphael simply touched the tip of his nose with the pad of his index finger and was clearly about to start another lecture about how Simon should work on his enhanced senses and especially use his sense of smell more.

"Okay, okay. I got it. But you were the one who said we couldn't even eat them so you can't blame this on me!"

"Well, the others aren't made with blood so, technically, it was the truth. Look at the colour, yours are a darker shade of pink than the ones spread through the hotel."

Simon barely managed to react fast enough to snatch up the small candy suddenly thrown at him by the clan leader. It really was a more pastel kind of pink than the ones that had been strewn across his bed that were slightly richer in colour. Simon actually held one of the latter to his nose, trying to pick up the scent of blood that Raphael had pointed out but all he could smell was sweetness.

"It just smells sugary," he pointed out and Raphael huffed, sounding more amused than annoyed with him for once. Simon blinked, utterly confused now. "Are you making fun of me? There is not blood in these, is there?"

"Yes, there is but I'm also making fun of you, bebé," the clan leader replied and his lips curled into a smirk that caused Simon to blush once more.

"But it doesn't smell like it, how do you know--"

"Dios mío, and I thought you were brighter than that," Raphael sighed and reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small rustling bag filled with...pink candy hearts. "They are custom made. Magnus owed me a favour and I asked him to make these with blood so you would be able to eat them without throwing them up. You're always complaining about not being able to eat sweets anymore."

Raphael shrugged as if he hadn't just revealed to be the one who had spread fucking candy hearts in the hotel. Raphael I pretend to not care about anyone Santiago had gone through the effort of getting candy hearts, spreading them throughout the hotel and even had special ones made just for Simon with actually adorable messages. The fledgeling found himself to be speechless and, ridiculously enough for a vampire, breathless as well.

"Wait...you did all of this?? You got candy hearts that say U suck and #Bye and eff off? And, more importantly, I like like you??" Simon's voice was a few pitched higher than usual when he held the heart up with the last message, his eyes wide with the sudden realisation that Raphael liked him back. He was still asleep, wasn't he? This was all just a dream and he would wake up any minute now on the night of Valentine's Day that would simply be a day as any other. No candy hearts, no cute messages, no Raphael liking him that way.

Something small hitting his forehead interrupted Simon's thoughts from spinning completely out of control and a small surprised sound escaped his throat. The small object had bounced off his forehead and cluttered onto the wooden floor, spinning before it stopped. Another pink heart.

xoxo

Simon's head snapped up and he didn't even care that he dropped the other stupid candies to the floor when he basically lunged at the other vampire, knocking the small bag out of Raphael's hand in the process of wrapping his arms around him for a hug that would have probably broken a few bones if the other were a mundane.

Raphael's "Took you long enough" was cut off halfway into the third word by Simon capturing his lips in a clumsy kiss, nicking the clan leader's bottom lip with the tip of one of his fangs that had popped out from the intense wave of emotions. Simon was about to pull back when he noticed the taste of blood but Raphael's hand curling around the back of his neck prevented him from moving and he gladly melted against the other's body.

"I can't believe you used candy hearts to bully the clan and simultaneously woo me! This must be the most ridiculous, yet cheesiest thing anyone has ever done."

"I liked your mouth better when it was on mine," Raphael sighed wearily but the grin on his soft lips betrayed the annoyed sound of his voice, causing Simon to chuckle and willingly shut up in order to press another kiss to the clan leader's inviting mouth, sighing happily into the contact.

[aceperjay]

notyourplotbunny replied to your post “You can always send me other Saphael stuff besides prompts as well...”

wrecking ball//sleeping at last: neptune//david archuleta: she's not you//james bay: when we were on fire

radical face: always gold

Thank you, I will check them out ♥ :)