#prompt: beloved

[gregorovitch-adler]

Beloved

"So, she's alive then. How are we feeling about that?" John asked, holding a whiskey glass in his left hand.

He knew he had wrecked everything by not denying Irene's statement: "Well, I am (gay). Look at us both."

How could he? Wasn't that the truth? Sherlock was the person John and Irene Adler had both fallen for, even though he did not comply with the sexual orientation of either of them.

Once she had hit the core of the matter with a few words, John had no option but to remain speechless; much as he would have loved to retort - just to get a one-up over her in a conversation for once.

On the contrary, John had huffed out a short laugh in approval.

What was worse, Sherlock had heard all that. He had been standing right there the whole time, revealing his presence because of that bloody text alert sound.

Meaning: Sherlock now knew how John felt for him.

John gulped down his throat at the horrifying thought.

Sherlock was holding his violin close to his neck, contemplating which tune to play next. Another song for Irene, John thought bitterly.

John had helped Mrs Hudson with her bruises from those anonymous attackers. Sherlock had taken care of those attackers on his own, and now they were probably locked up in Scotland Yard.

The point was that John had tried to approach Sherlock, wanting to clarify everything after whatever happened in the Battersea Power Station. To make things less awkward, if at all that was possible. But he had been interrupted the first time. So, he was giving it a go once more.

"D'you think you'll be seeing her again?" John pressed, unwilling to let go of this subject today, even after Sherlock's lack of response - which had led to a rather pointed silence in the sitting room.

Sherlock walked closer to the window, without even bothering to turn around. "Happy New Year, John," he said over his shoulder and began to play.

John felt physically sick in his stomach. He sipped on his whiskey, wincing at the burning sensation in his mouth. Somehow, even swallowing a sip of alcohol felt like trying to shove a large piece of rock down his throat.

By not replying to John's very direct questions, Sherlock had made it crystal clear where his interests lay. The Woman.

John had fallen for Sherlock a long time ago. He would sometimes scare himself off with the amount of seriousness he felt whenever he thought about his love for Sherlock.

He was John's beloved, in his mind at least.

Now, if Sherlock had fallen for someone else... who was John to get in the way?

John just wanted to see Sherlock happy and stable. If Irene being alive after all made him feel that, then so be it.

John sighed wistfully, looking in Sherlock's direction one last time, before he made his way to the staircase leading to his bedroom.

Subconsciously, he gripped the whiskey glass tight on his way.

***

Prompt Beloved by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @missdeliadili @lookingforlifeoutthere @peanitbear @a-victorian-girl @calaisreno @curlyjohnlock .

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc prompt

Redhood didn't like people who took advantage of children. Fucking hated them.

So when he heard of a new crime lord employing children in there area, he had to put a bullet between that fucker's eyes. Apperently, the guy ran the original gang out of town and set the kids off on petty crime. Stealing money. Food, clothes, in some cases, even drugs.

Redhood stood outside an abandoned building, gun at the ready. There was no security, no goons. Did this guy know he was coming? Is this a trap? Redhood shook off his worries. No matter. He's just gotta get this bastard before it could get any worse.

He crept through raftors and boxes. He listened for footsteps. Step step step. The footsteps were heavy and dragging, sluggish. According to eye witnesses, the crime lord tended to drag his feet, maybe limp even.

Redhood slid out of hiding, pressed his gun up to the back of the man's head, and-

It was a kid. The kid turned around, so irely calm. His long black air hung down, obscuring his face, but Redhood could clearly see the way his pale sickly skin sank into his bones. How his dull blue eyes seamed to gloss over and stare into his soul. Almost daring him to pull the trigger. Yet, despite the dark of the warehouse, he almost seemed to glow.

"So?" He asked.

"Wha- so what?" Redhood asked. He was shaking. He hasn't put the gun down.

"Are you going to pull the trigger or not? I mean, you've got a clear shot. I just ask you to clean up after. The kids don't need to see that," The teen slowly blinked at him. Redhood slowly lowered the gun. Just a gang of kids run rampant, yeah. That's what this is.

The kid hummed and began to walk off. Redhood couldn't really call it walking or even limping. It looked more like dragging a nearly dead leg. Now that he was close, he could see it. The dragging leg, the dead arm in a sling. The lichtenberg scars crawled up his face, reaching his eye, blinded and half shut. How did this kid run a whole gang out of town?

Red Hood followed him. The kid only gave his a brief glance before shrugging. Redhood followed him to the back of the warehouse, where a group of kids slept. Redhood recognised them, street kids. All either homeless or too scared to go home.

"They helped me," the kid whispered, "I got rid of those people because I hated the way they hurt the people around them, and when I fell sick, those kids stepped up to help. The least I can do is give them a place to stay."

"You fell sick? You weren't always like this?"

"No. I used to be a lot stronger, braver," The kid gave a heavy sigh before slowly lowering himself to the ground. Crossing his legs and resting his head on his hand, "Now I can barely move without aching, I feel like an old man trapped in a teenager's body."

Redhood glanced between him and the sleeping kids. He was helping them, housing them. In return, they were stealing food and medicine for their sick friend, and Rehood almost shot him.

"My name is Danny, by the way," The kid- Danny grumbled.

Redhood sighed and sat down next to him, "Nice to meet you, Danny. I'm Redhood."

[spoopdeedoop]

another doodle dump…. heh. i think im getting the hang of this art thing

[emacrow]

Um.. Superman.. what that thing stuck on your cape?

Clark's brain short circuit for a moment as he just got back of flying at great speed in the middle of deep space to thrown one of Lex's giants bombs destroy the city and come back in record time.

He turn a bit to look at his cape to see a tiny humanoid starlight dust covered child with white hair, glowing full green that look like white specks stars were implanted themselves into his big ol eyes, nawing on a handful of stardust with inhumanly sharp itsy bitsy fangs.

A small yet floating crown that look similar to one of Nasa pictures of far out space.

Did he just accidentally abducted an royal alien child/teen?

[clairesbeauchamp]

1.03 | 1.05 | 3.03

[shushmal]

from @skepsiss: Steddie (obviously), prompt = one of them is trying to convince the other to go to the hospital for a minor thing (needs stitches from a fall, stomach bug).

"Stevie, please."

"Oh my god," Steve sighs, wrapping the gauze tight around his hand. It blooms red with blood. "It's fine, Ed."

"It really isn't." Eddie is a little pale when Steve looks up to glare at him. "Steve, please baby, I saw the bones in your hand."

"You're being dramatic."

"See," Eddie whines, high pitched and panicked. "I do understand why you're saying that. I know this is a case of boy who cried wolf. But I am begging you here. Please, let me drive you to the hospital."

Steve wrinkles his nose. "It wasn't that deep, I promise you."

"Steve."

"Ed—"

And then Eddie does this thing—where he pulls himself up to his full height, crowding up into Steve's space, until they're nose to nose, his eyes wide and intense—and it shuts Steve up every time. It's stupid, and horribly embarrassing, but it works and Eddie uses it to his advantage, pressing Steve into the edge of the counter and boxing him in, his hands tights against Steve's hips.

"Steve," he says, low and serious. "You can bitch at me all you want in the car, but I'm taking you to the hospital. Okay?"

"Okay," Steve says, against his will, face burning as Eddie pulls away. As soon as he has breathing room to think, he scowls at him. "But if I don't need stitches, you're on the hook to do dishes for the next month."

Eddie doesn't even grimace—he hates doing dishes—and gently starts herding Steve out the door. "You got it, honey," he says, distractedly. His face turns green when a line of blood drips down Steve's wrist from beneath the bandage. "Whatever you say."

Steve ends up getting 15 stitches. Eddie's stuck doing the dishes until it heals anyways.

[hurtwithallthecomfort]

Living weapon whump where the protagonists don’t even realise that whumpee is a person to start with. The protagonists think they’re looking for some sort of legendary sword or magical weapon that went missing years ago. Maybe they work for whumper, trying to get their mentor’s signature weapon back after it was ‘stolen’. Or, maybe, whumper is their enemy, and they’re trying to find their secret weapon before the opposing team does. Then, instead of some dangerous curse buried underground, they find fragile-looking whumpee who saw one small chance to flee whumper and took it. Whumpee, who looks at the team terrified of being forced back into battle, the place they’ve been hiding from for so long. The protagonists, now realising they have to pick between annihilating the enemy with ease and winning everything in the blink of an eye, or putting whumpee’s safety first, despite the fact that it could cost them everything.

[steddieonbigboy]

Sleepwalkin'

written for @steddiemicrofic april prompt ‘fool’ wc: 454 | rated: T | cw: implied sexual content | read on ao3

🛌🛌🛌

Eddie stirs at the sound of shuffling footsteps and gets jolted awake as Steve drops face-first onto the bed.

"Mhmph. Where've you been?"

"Sleepwalkin'."

"Do anything fun?"

"I got into bed with Wayne." He mumbles into the pillow.

"Wait. What?!" Eddie sits up with a crazed grin, suddenly wide awake, "Steve, sweetheart, that's fucking hilarious."

"Yeah, Wayne thought so too," He rolls onto his side to face Eddie," I, on the other hand, am slightly mortified."

"Baby, I'm sorry but that is actually so funny. What did he say when he woke you up?"

"That's the thing! He didn't! So I obviously woke him up when I, y'know crawled into his bed and cuddled up to him-"

"You cuddled him?! Stevie, be careful, that's the most action he's gotten in years, he's gonna fall in love with you!"

"Fuck off," He reaches across to slap Eddie's shoulder, "Anyway, he just left me to sleep! I woke up to him snoring with his arm around me, and I was so fucking confused."

"How long were you there? I woke up earlier and you were gone but I just thought you were in the bathroom or something. Didn’t realise you’d deserted me."

"Probably like half the fucking night. I went back to sleep after I’d woken up because his bed’s comfier than yours. I only came back in because he went to work and I got cold."

"Is a bed warmer all I am to you, Stevie?" Eddie pouted, "I thought you loved me for my wit and charm and dashingly good looks, not because I keep you toasty."

"I love you for many reasons, including how warm you run, but if you don't like it," Steve shrugged, "I guess I'll have to go to Wayne next time I'm cold. I'm sure he'll warm me up."

"Please don't leave me for my Uncle."

"Well, you better give me a good reason to stay then."

"Nobody can go down on you as well as I can."

"Oh really? Might have to let you prove that you’re the best then."

Eddie just smirks as he slides down the bed.

—

Wayne’s just gotten home from work when Eddie clears his throat and nudges Steve in the ribs.

"Stevie. Don’t you have something to say to Wayne?"

"Huh? Oh, right," Steve looks at Wayne as sincerely as he can possibly manage right now, "I’m so sorry, Wayne, but we were fools to think it’d work out between us. I’ll never forget our wonderful night together though."

"Well shucks, son, you’re breakin’ my dang heart here but I guess I just gotta move on," Wayne gives Steve a wink, "You know where to find me if you change ya mind."

[whump-in-the-closet]

idk something about a character in a bar fight pausing for air and pushing their hair back, knuckles bloodied, before ducking a blow is making me scream

[ghostbsuter]

Honestly, when bart came back to the past for his mission, he didn't expect to see one of his friends he left behind.

So excuse him for standing still and gaping like an idiot at the clearly looking teenager on his phone.

"Danny?!"

At the call, the stranger– his bestie— looked up.

"Bart!"

It is his friend.

The same black haired, too blue eyed teen with baby fat clinging to his cheeks, the same way his hair appears white and eyes green when unfocused and not paying attention.

Holy shit.

"How are you in the 21st century?!?!"

The boy merely blinks, looks down on his phone, and then looks up again.

"I should be asking you that! How are you here??"

"Timetravel duh! What's your excuse?!"

"I'm immortal???"

(It's similar to the spiderman meme, truly.)

(Bart is slightly glad none of his teammates or mentor or family members are here.)

—

It became somewhat of a game for them.

Everytime the speedster appeared in a different year, hell even universe for the kicks, the first thing he does is search for Danny.

(The teen is there, each time.)

And every time he succeeded, Danny helps him with the problem, or slightly nudges him to the path really.

(Each time bart worries less for the time stream and disturbances, his friend seems to be outside of it to truly bring harm.)

(And if he meets Clockwork along the way, that's a secret between them. And the part where he gets hired for the similar stuff danny gets sent to the past.)

(For them it's a casual Wednesday. So what if they just saved an entire planet? Its nothing big!)

—

Bart should have thought more over the decision to help the literal being of time itself.

Considering he is currently seated on a chair, Barry, Wally and dozen of other heroes (including his team standing behind him in an effort to show their support.) With demands of an explanation.

Damn it danny, why did you let those in the 13th century paint a portrait of them!!!

And the apparent ancient Egyptian art of them too?? In a museum??

What the hell danny!!! Way to throw him under the bus!!

[livingincolorsagain]

omg wait okay a second one bc i couldn't help myself fjdkdk 💕🫶

"if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i’d say yes." "what about today?"

prompt from list 1: sacred romantic moments

“Y’know, if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.”

Buck stops— more like freezes, really— and turns to where Eddie is about to start brushing his teeth.

The bathroom is a bit foggy, the hot air still high in the confined space. They probably need to turn the vent on, but neither of them really like the loud noise.

Buck blinks, then blinks again, as he stares at Eddie’s profile.

“Is this…” he says, slowly, “is this about the call?”

With the toothbrush hovering right before his mouth, Eddie meets Buck’s eyes in the hazy mirror then looks away, says, “Well, yeah.”

And Buck’s heart goes into an overdrive, because Eddie is just brushing his teeth, the foam starting to peek out through the corners of his mouth. His hair is still wet from the shower they just took, dripping down his back, the t-shirt he has on is clinging to his skin just a little too tight. He’s watching Buck through the mirror, fleetingly, small, abrupt looks, and it’s only then Buck realizes he might be gaping at him a bit.

Eddie frowns, leans over and spits the toothpaste out, then he turns to Buck, some toothpaste still sitting at the corner of his mouth.

Without any conscious thought, Buck reaches out, using his thumb to wipe it off. Eddie’s eyes flutter shut then open again, heavy lidded and dark.

“I just,” he says, so quietly, then pauses, wraps his hand around Buck’s wrist, because Buck’s thumb is still pressed into the dip of where his smile would be. “They weren’t on the same page, and everything went wrong. I just want us to be on the same page.”

Buck’s lips twitch, fondness making his stomach swoop. “And that page is that I should propose?”

Eddie’s eyes brighten, cheeks getting pinker, a strand of hair falling over his face. He looks like a dream, always, but especially like this.

“It was hypothetical,” he says, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Right,” Buck replies, thumb digging deeper into the dimple of Eddie’s smile before he rubs it back and forth against the bottom lip, just where the scar starts and ends.

Eddie steps in closer, making Buck’s hand drop away from his face, and he nudges Buck’s nose with his own. “I would say yes,” he whispers, so simple, like his words aren’t turning Buck’s world upside down. “Would you?”

Buck can’t help it, he leans in, stealing a kiss. Eddie tastes minty, and sweet, and so much like Eddie it’s the best thing Buck has ever tasted every single time.

“You know I would,” he whispers into Eddie’s lips, because yeah, of course he would, and Eddie hums, like yeah, he does know, so Buck kisses him again.

It’s so quiet, just the drip of the faucet that they need to fix and their mingled breath and the very real possibility of a future together. The promise of nights like this forever, Eddie in his arms, his lips tasting like the toothpaste they both like. Christopher in his room, probably still awake. Mornings like tomorrow, waking up wrapped around one another, Eddie holding tight because just five more minutes, baby, making breakfast together, driving Christopher to school.

And it’s still new, all of it, and they’re both so tentative, still getting used to having everything they’ve ever wanted, but Buck knows it in his bones, this is it, this has always been it.

It’s been Eddie long before he has even known who Eddie was.

So he says, “What about today?”

[evilminji]

*slams the door open, eyes manic* Sovereign State!

A Sovereign State: "International law defines sovereign states as having a permanent population, defined territory, a government not under another, and the capacity to interact with other sovereign states."

The USA already HAS several that exsist within its boarders? And there was that Gay Island of Australia (no really, look it up.) There is a LONG history of humanity going "well fuck you too then, I'm leaving. But also I refuse to leave. I am METAPHORICALLY leaving." *leaves your country and makes their own*

And??

Where's the FUCK were you? Mr. President? During that INVASION by Pariah Dark??

No, really. Social contracts, my dude. That is WHY you have AN ARMY. For INVADING FORCES.

You ALSO have declared us, your citizens, non-sentient and stripped of us our Constitutional Rights WITHOUT hearings, studies, or any due processes. Not to mention just desecrating the dead like it's NOT a well known religious and moral taboo. AND attacking out dead family members! The list goes on!

Why do we pay you taxes, if YOU are the active threat to us AND you offer us no social services?? You've all but cut Amity off anyway!

.......*Takes our ball and goes home* FUCK IT.

They are literally Limnals. It's a TOWN OF METAS. Can you honestly tell me that they WOULDN'T look at the Ecto-Acts and just think: "Yeeeeeah, how about No. Hard Pass."

You can have your INCREDIBLY stupid and offensive law. In OUR country, that's illegal. "We can't do that?" Yes. We can. We informed you in a Formal Document, which you received, you had the opportunity to STOP us, you did or could not, AND we got Regonized by another government.

It's a Ghost Goverment. We, the city state of Amity, were recognized by like... going on 23 at this point. We have a list. All Ghost Goverments, too. Sucks for you that you don't recognize those, they've decided not to recognize YOURS back until you do.

Politics, baby~

Aaaw D:> Does the Upset Baby wanna call, Superman? Boo Hoo. Somebody's forgetting the Justice League serves EARTH, not AMERICA. Suck on a lemon and die mad about it. Better not come back as a Ghost though! Your Goverment will declare you a lab specimen!

Now if you'll excuse us, WE have interplanetary trade routes. Because WE can use alien tech from our Ghost Buddies. And the Fenton Anti-Creep Barrier means you can't do SHIT. So *large crowd of teenagers making rude noises at frustrated government officials*

*Justice Leauge taking picture in the background* You're doing great sweeties! Aquaman is? So proud of the younger generation? They really are the future, you guys. Can he come in?

Oh of COURSE, your Majesty! *somehow ONLY Aquaman is able to get past the barrier, much to the impotent fury of the GIW and various officials*

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

[gabibiart]

Quick Taash for that prompt from twitter!

[emacrow]

The little prince reincarnated.

Danny was obsessed with Space since he was little, alongside Auntie Alicia old rose bushes that barely grow single rose each season until he started visiting as a kid.

Roses bushes always grow and bloom a lot when he visits.

Auntie Alicia always tried to grow her roses right but unfortunately didn't get a green thumb like her ma. She gets extremely happy whenever Danny visits because she believes he knows the secret of the roses' growth.

When he died in that mom and dad portal at the age of 12 at the last day of middle school after a Sam and tucker wanted to take a last pic in his last middle school red uniform, and purple scarf jazz knitted for him, after they dyed each other hair for one last rebellious fun. Danny, being the shortest of them both after they got their taller overnight.

Sam's blond hair was currently inky black that she absolutely loving, Tucker tried the red dye that didn't work much on his brown curls, and Danny's black hair was now bright purple to match his scarf that jazzed knitted for him.

Sam and tucker smiling face shifted into the look of wided eyes horror after they just took the picture right as danny accidentally activated the switch in the ghost portal that was just finished prototype.

He didn't get just ghostly powers alongside becoming a halfa, but the past life memories explode and merging in his mind of a littlest boy living on a tiny planet alongside his best friend rose. His adventures traveling to earth only to unable to travel back out to space due to how heavy his physical body became, trying to die by a snake but failed thanks to being saved by a wander black haired gardenerette with the loveliest laugh.

For him to grow older, unconditionally falling in love with lovely gardenerette with that most beautiful laugh and get married as they dance under the night.

To confess his gardenerette of his origin and hoping she would stay with him while she accepted and a reveal a beautiful surprise.

Him frantically worrying over his stubborn pregnant wife who trying to water their garden, him holding his daughter the day she was born with his beloved tiring smiling at him with a tearful wet laugh.

Them watching their kids grow and have their own children and die smiling upward towards the starry night with his own children and grandchildren in their garden after his beloved gardenerette passed away in bed that morning with the last thoughts of hoping he awakening on that tiny planet with his best friend rose and hopefully his gardenerette along with him to introduce her his best friend rose.

Danny's ghostly form was thinner than he was. His dyed hair became lightest, nearly blindingly golden. His red uniform became bright green, and now the bright golden scarf floating around his neck defy gravity.

A sobbing Sam and Tucker frantically trying to wake him up as he sat against the wall with his blurry green eyes glancing up at them.

With a young floating ghostly figure gardenerette with her hair not black but white as the stars behind them, smacking a ghost with her water can back through the active ghost portal, her green eyes now a beautiful rosy red.

[fourwingedwriter]

I feel like short people (especially women) are underrepresented in whump and I think there's a lot of dynamics to play with there

A short Whumper being able to put a full force blow straight into Whumpee's gut/kidneys just to watch them crumple

A more defiant Whumpee being able to resist Whumper better, not letting themselves be thrown around. But this only results in what happens when a Whumper has a chance to get creative.

A small Whumpee terrified by how easily Whumper can restrain them. They are powerless here, how could they not be? They're so tiny and insignificant.

A short Whumpee having things she wants placed too high for her to reach. Whumper only has to reach up and grab it, but it will always be out of range for Whumpee.

A Whumpee being baby talked because they're so small and so cute. Their emotions being taken as jokes by Whumper(s) because they're "so grumpy" but it never being taken as serious

A smaller Caretaker struggling to help Whumpee walk/move, simply unable to bear the load. They have to stay more stationary, or at least wait for somebody else to help.

Just smaller characters in whump. Feeling small can do a number to how someone acts and holds themselves

[mellowthorn]

fitzloved for valentine's day 💐