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scaryfangirl2001 · 2 months ago

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Welcome Back (We've Been Waiting) (fanfic, 688 WC)

@flufftober

Twenty-five years have passed since the five friends buried the time capsule in the old oak tree's shadow. Life has taken them in different directions, but they've always managed to stay in touch through sporadic postcards, emails, and the occasional phone call.

Marcus Bell, now a seasoned detective, received a cryptic message from Kaya Blanke, the brilliant detective, a few weeks ago. It was a simple "Hey, long time no talk!" followed by a string of emojis. He replied with a brief update about his latest case, and that was it.

But then, suddenly, the messages stopped.

No responses to his emails, no likes on social media, no nothing. It was as if Kaya had vanished into thin air. A similar silence fell over the other three friends. Pacha, the charismatic entrepreneur, hasn't posted anything on his Instagram account in weeks. Dom Toretto, the street-smart racing legend, hasn't responded to any of Leonard Snart's, aka Captain Cold's, attempts to reach out. It's as if a switch has been flipped, severing the connection between the five friends.

Within hours, the five friends drop everything — cases, businesses, heists — and converge on their hometown. They gather at the old oak tree, the spot where they buried the time capsule all those years ago. As they stand before the tree, a mix of emotions swirls inside them. Nostalgia, worry, and a dash of fear.

"What's going on?" Marcus asks aloud, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings.

"I don't know," Kaya replies, her brow furrowed, "but I think it's connected to the time capsule."

Pacha nods. "I've been having these weird dreams... memories, really. About us, about our childhood."

Dom's expression turns grim. "I've been getting these strange visions, too. Like someone's trying to tell me something."

Leonard's gaze narrows. "I think we're being pulled back here for a reason. Something big is happening, and we need to figure out what it is."

Without another word, the five friends begin digging. The earth yields easily, revealing the rusty metal box they buried so many years ago. As they open the lid, a faint hum fills the air. Inside, they find a note, addressed to their younger selves.

"Welcome back," it reads. "We've been waiting."

Dom raises an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "You guys think this is some kind of sick joke? Someone's messing with us, right?"

Marcus shakes his head. "I've seen some weird stuff in my line of work, Dom. Stuff that can't be explained. I'm not ruling out anything at this point."

Kaya nods in agreement. "I've recently worked with a friend, Elsbeth, on a case that was downright bizarre. We had a guy who mimicked the exact actions of a staged performance from an opera. Down to the smallest detail. It was like he was programmed or something."

Pacha chuckles. "You think that's weird? My friend Kuzco got turned into a llama. Yeah, you heard that right. A llama. I'm talking full-on, furry, spitting llama. And let me tell you, it was not pretty."

Leonard, meanwhile, has quietly removed one of his gloves, revealing his hand. With a flick of his wrist, a shard of ice materializes in front of him, hovering in mid-air. "I think we've all seen our fair share of weird, guys. I've got my own condition, shall we say. One that lets me control ice."

The others stare at the floating ice shard, impressed despite themselves.

Dom whistles softly. "Okay, okay. I get it. We've all got our own brand of crazy. But what does it have to do with this?" He gestures to the time capsule and the note inside.

Marcus's eyes narrow. "I think it's all connected. Whatever is going on, it's bigger than just a prank or a coincidence. We need to dig deeper, figure out what's really going on."

Kaya nods, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Agreed. Let's get to work. We've got a mystery to solve."

As they begin to discuss their next move, the air around them seems to grow heavier, as if the very fabric of reality is watching them, waiting to see what they will do next.

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iamsherlocked-1998 · 2 months ago

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Honey, you should see me in a crown 😈

you should see me in a crown

#pedro pascal #marcus acacius x reader #marcus acacius #casillero del diablo #joel miller #jim moriarty #bbc sherlock

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entitled-fangirl · 1 year ago

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Masterlist <3

Game of Thrones masterlist

Vikings

Ragnar Lothbrok

Patiently wait.

Bjorn Ironside

New.

One and the same.

My strong girl.

Batman

Jason Todd

(I don't own this photo btw :) )

Bike problems.

Apologies.

The trail.

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

A beautiful thing to picture, indeed.

One happy marriage.

Saltburn

Felix Catton

He would burn the world for her.

I love hearing about your day. SMUT

The cold ground provided no comfort.

Sweet little nothings.

So guilty.

Breakfast is ready.

It's like heaven. SMUT

Anything for you, beautiful girl. SMUT

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

A civilized meal.

Never been more thankful.

They're not gonna hit you.

Her saving grace.

Sweet mama.

Miller baby.

Two idiots in love. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 (Finished series)

Mandalorian

Din D'jarin

His perfect little Cyar'ika.

You've made me worry.

Such a pretty sight.

I know you made her your riduur.

Good Omens

Crowley

He may always be a demon, but she still loves him.

Is that a spot?

Hannibal NBC

Hannibal x reader x Will

I see the way you look at her, William.

His carefully crafted web.

A predicament.

Terms of Endearment (drabble).

Will Graham

No Pajama Party for you, Mr. Graham.

Fishing 101.

Their safe hold.

So scared but so happy.

Xmen

Charles Xavier

Of course, my love.

Polar

Duncan Visla

Four days of hell.

Midsommar

Pelle

That's a love rune. Casts a love spell.

Little bird.

Adjustment.

Twilight

Jasper Hale

Are you scared of me, Princess?

Sparring.

Marcus Volturi

The Best Thing for Marcus.

Caius Volturi

The human did interrupt.

Sherlock BBC

Jim Moriarty

A deer in the headlights.

Harry Potter Universe

Barty Crouch Jr.

His betrothed. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

I hope I do.

Severus Snape

The astronomy professor.

Remus Lupin

Our needs. SMUT

James Potter

Feeling unwell.

OC stories:

Harry Potter universe:

The misaligned stars.

Remus Lupin x OC x (past)Regulus Black

Summary: The golden trio knocks on the door of someone who can help them with the Slytherin locket.

.............……………….

More about my page!

My backup account: @poetic-endeavor

Fanfic count: 69

#masterlist #imagine #fanfiction #fanfics

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xony · 10 months ago

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the beginning of elementary's s3 is soooo sherlockxmarcus heavy, first marcus literally cannot take his eyes of sherlock and then sherlock saves marcus and holds on to him for dear life!!!!!

#also at the end of s2 when they ditch the party and go have a date instead????#this show is so shippable lmao #bellock #is that what it’s called?#sherlock x marcus #marcus x sherlock #elementary #the joan watson show #xony watches elementary #AGAIN

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cherryclxud · 8 months ago

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Catch me if you can, Lord Holmes pt1

(ENOLA HOLMES)!Sherlock x BRIDGERTON!reader

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Description: a writer by the name of Marcus Bradford has been writing a weekly updated crime story that appears in the newspaper and it is the talk of the ton. sherlock is then pulled in to uncover the mystery of the story of the abominable bride. will he be able to find the writer of this story who yet remains hidden from seemingly all of society?

word count: 3.8k

Warnings: none

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MARCUS BRADFORD WAS AN EXTRAORDINARY WRITER. He wrote books of fantasy, romance, and tragedies. But anyone who has read Bradford’s works will tell you his prized works were that of the thrilling crimes series that would be posted on the weekly newspapers on page 4. Yes, no one could deny that this was the reason he was the talk of the ton. Appearing out of seemingly nowhere, Marcus Bradford’s words made it into every household in London, whispers about the crimes written were on the tongue of the fanatics every passing day,

“Did you read what this man has written?”

“Did you see where he left this week's edition off?”

“How can the bride return when she so clearly shot her brains out in front of a whole street?”

“She returned and killed her husband then was found back at the morgue?”

It was a story where no one could see a true way to solve it, and so it kept everyone on the edge of their seat, that is…everyone but one.

Sherlock Holmes hated Marcus Bradford, and he hated his work. He was never a fan of fiction since fiction wasn't real and wasn't deducible, therefore he was never actually interested in anything this man was writing, but when all the clients asking for help seemingly came to him complaining that they wanted him to solve a fictional case written in a newspaper, that's when he would pick up the story to read and wasn't able to put it down till he had finished the latest edition of it. Two thoughts running through Sherlock Holmes’ head after putting the paper down, he hated fiction, and he hated Marcus Bradford.

The story was impossible to deduce anything out of, how could someone dead return? The bride quite clearly can't be who murdered her husband however the story clearly states that the husband had recognised her before his death. But she was in the mourge, how could the bride be in 2 places at once? How could she then continue to kill countless men after her funeral? Sherlock felt there were too many open ends and loose threads. Threads that only one person knew the ends of. Marcus Bradford.

But no one knew who Bradford was, no one had seen him before, in fact, he had never attended any soirees nor had any presence in the ton that anyone knew of. This opened a new case for Sherlock. Who is Marcus Bradford?

No one in the ton knew that Marcus Bradford was always under their noses.

In the prestigious house of the Bridgertons, y/n Bridgerton picked at the strings of her violin with a sigh. Mrs Wilson walked into the drawing room with the weekly news and a copy of today's Lady Whstledown, y/n watched as her younger sister Eloise snatched this week's paper out of the head maid's hands and quickly skipped to page 4, with an eye roll, y/n took the gossip sheet from Mrs Wilsons hand thanking her before pretending to skim over the paper. In truth y/n wasn't interested in the words of Lady Whistledown, she only ever tried to look out to see if ‘Marcus’ was ever mentioned. He was not. She dropped the sheet on the table before standing at the window and looking out.

“Can you believe it, another one?” Eloise spoke up not tearing her eyes from the sheet. Looking back at Eloise, y/n feigned confusion “Hmm, sorry what was that?

Eloise dropped the paper on her lap and looked blankly at the ceiling “Another man was murdered, all because the yard can't solve the case”

y/n picked the paper from Eloise and pretended to skim over it while hiding her smile, “Oh Eloise don't tell me you are going on about this stupid little story again, why not go read something more useful? Or try looking into who Lady Whisteldown is again, you loved that remember? This story doesn't seem to be doing anyone any good, and the writer seems to have hit a wall don't you think?”

Instantly Eloise turned her head to y/n and stood up walking to her, “no you don't get it, sister,” she snatched the paper from the elder girls hands and pointed to a line “See here it's different ‘The man’s face paled as he looked at the contents of the envelope, turning it over, four orange pips dropped unto the table’ see sister it’s strange, this man got a warning the others didn't. Something big must be coming y/n, something different.” she quickly took the paper and ran up to her room leaving y/n looking behind her.

In truth y/n was out of inspiration. Writing under the pen name Marcus Bradford, she had made quite the name for him, but she thought, perhaps she had gone too strong with the opening and now she was crashing, the seeds in the envelope was her quite literally reaching for straws at this point, trying to buy herself time hoping that some grand idea will hit her.

She was happy with all the attention her writing was gaining even if it was under a false name. She knew her stories would have gotten nowhere otherwise. She also knew that she couldnt keep writing forever, no matter how much she loved it. Her mother was on her back about missing many balls since her debut last year and that since Eloise’s debut this year, it’s harder taking care of two girls at once, especially two girls who cared more about books than looking to the men right in front of them.

It wasn't like y/n was not interested in romance at all, rather, she was actually quite the romantic, but she found no interest in the advances of the men of the ton, in fact she always compared the whole process to a birds mating ritual, all the dancing, and the reciting of poetry and the hundreds of flower bouquets and colours. no, she much preferred the romance on the paper she read, and quite often found herself daydreaming about the books she had read, maybe one day a pirate would take her to go treasure hunting together. Or maybe a past childhood friend she doesn't remember will profess his undying love to her and how he never forgot her all these years.

y/n scoffed at the thoughts she was having, “Maybe all I need is a change of perspective and scenery…I assume a ball will have to do then” She rolled her eyes before standing and going to look for her mother's whereabouts.

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IF YOU WERE LOOKING TO FIND SHERLOCK HOLMES, polite society would usually be the last place you would look. To Sherlok it is mundane and boring, and really there is no point in trying to connect with people whose knowledge and understanding end where yours begin. With this knowledge in mind, you can imagine how shocking it would be to the people of the ton when that very Wednesday Lord Sherlock Holmes was in the promenade with his younger sister in hand, they walked straight ahead ignoring all the stares they received. Enola could quite clearly see many desperate mamas pointing to Sherlock and whispering to their daughters. “You must remind me again Sherlock, why are we here?”

Sherlock stopped walking and unhooked his arm out of Enolas’ before looking around the park and then turning to her “I’m hunting”

“Hunting? In the promenade? Brother that's hardly quite safe” she spoke with a smirk before raising an eyebrow at her brother “Don't tell me you’re-... you're not hunting for a wife are you?”

This question made Sherlock momentarily stop looking around and then sigh “Really Enola think before you speak, honestly a wife out of any of the women here? Marrying a mannequin would be more productive, at least then it wouldn't throw stupid questions at me” he eyed a few women but quickly looked away uninterested “besides I doubt any of them can hold up any meaningful conversation with substance”

Enola rolled her eyes before swatting her brother's arms lightly with her fan “Don't be so easy to underestimate them all Sherlock you never know” She then walked ahead leaving him behind.

“Of course I know, I'm Sherlock Holmes”

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y/n sat on the chair under the umbrella with a fan in her left hand and a book in her right, skillfully managing to hold the book and turn the pages all with one hand, her mother sat by her chatting her ear off about some lord or other that had passed by, and all y/n could do was hum in absent agreement to please her mother when in truth she held no care for whatever lord she spoke of.

“y/n dear look theres lord manyard,” y/n looked just above her book at the lord her mother spoke of, truth be told he was appealing to the eyes but y/n knew better, she knew that he had been sweet talking almost every debutant in the ton, her eyebrow twitched into a semi frown when he caught her eyes. A wink and smirk were sent her way causing her to use every muscle in her body to not shiver with disgust, she could not however stop the massive eyeroll she did “i hear that he owns land and estates in the country and that he is even buying out oil factori-”

y/n lightly slammed her book in her lap and gave violet bridgerton a tightlipped smile, she knew her mother meant well and that she only wanted what is best for her, but it was getting hard to see her mothers disappointment at every rejection she made, “Mama, where perchance did eloise go? I did have something quite important i needed to discuss with her”

Violet sighed but pushed no further “well yes I suppose sitting here will do you no good, last i saw her she was on the promenade trail with Penelope, will you be alright on your own or should I send Anthony with you?”

y/n had already gotten up and adjusted her dress “No it's quite alright I think I’ll be fine on my own” and with that, she made her way in the direction her mother pointed to only to be stopped by a bunch of little kids running past her throwing confetti at each other, unfortunately, some got caught on her dress so while she walked she busied herself with clearing the tiny squares of paper off of her. As such in cliche stories and books, she wasn't looking in front of her causing her to bump into someone who equally wasn't looking where they were going.

Both parties' priorities regaining their balance before looking to the person in front of them, and looking up y/n noticed a girl about her age looking back at her “Please accept my apologies I wasn't focused on where I was going”

The girl quickly shook her hands in front of her “No no please you must apologise i also wasn't aware of my surroundings as I walked so if anything I'm equally at fault here”

Y/n smiled at the girl in front of her and gave her a small nod, then suddenly thought…what now, the girl was looking at her almost expectantly, y/n wasn't sure if she should say something or just walk away, but she had already stood there for too long in silence to suddenly walk away, but on the other hand what does she say?

“Enola”

Y/n raised her eyebrows “Sorry?”

“Enola Holmes… that's my name if you wanted to know” y/n raised her eyebrow at the familiar-sounding name. Enola extended her hand to y/n to shake.

“OH… oh I see yes, very nice to meet you Enola, I'm y/n Bridgerton” She then grabbed Enola's hand and shook it too as they smiled to each other.

“I must say Enola I haven't seen you in the promenade before…or at any soirees or some such thing” y/n spoke as she looked around.

Enola nodded as she brought her head up to her forehead “Yes well, I don't usually come out, I'm usually around my brother and he really doesn't care for the affairs of the ton so we rarely actually leave Baker Street”

Y/n tilted her head “I see, then what seems to have prompted today's outing?”

Enola linked her arms in y/n as they started to walk “Well-” stopping midsentence the Holmes girl furrowed her eyebrows and lifted her chin as she tried to think “In all truthfulness, I haven't the faintest idea when I asked my brother he simply stated that he was hunting”

Y/n stopped midstep and looked to Enola in confusion, “Hunting? In the promenade? I doubt he'd be lucky getting any deer or game here” She laughed at the absurdity then a thought popped into her head “he's not..hunting for women is he?”

“Those were my exact words when I confronted him, however, if I know anyone it's my brother, he isn't interested in trivialities, ‘Enola, I’d rather marry a mannequin than a woman’ were his exact words to me” she spoke as she walked on with y/n and even deepened her voice as she quoted her brother, making y/n giggle at the absurdity.

“Quite the idealist he sounds like, lucky he is a man and gets to choose and not get judged upon it” y/n voiced her thoughts making Enola look at her “You quite right y/n, and it helps him that he is also the second son so no responsibility on his shoulder he is free to do as his heart desires”

Y/n and Enola both laugh before the latter girl notices her brother standing with a couple of gentlemen smoking cigars. She pointed at her brother and sighed “Had I known he had planned to throw me aside for his playmates I would have benefited more from staying at home��

Y/n looked in the direction she was pointing at and suddenly it was like it all clicked once she saw him, of course, how could she miss such an obvious thing “Your brother is Lord Sherlock Holmes?! Of course, how could I not realise it sooner.” She slapped her hand lightly on her forehead as she looked to Enola who nodded in response.

“Trust me y/n, not as fun as it sounds, my eldest brother gave my wardship to Sherlock since he is already busy as it is with family and estate affairs and ever since then Sherlock has been as busy as ever” she stuck her tongue out at sherlock who looked away from the group of men at his sister. His eyes quickly flickered to y/n but didn't linger as his attention returned to Enola before he too stuck his tongue out to her.

Y/n smiled at the sight of the two of them, they made her think of her own family “You complain yet you both seem inseparable, it's sweet, mine are over there” She pointed to where Anthony and Colin were standing with Hyacinth and Gregory playing with a hoop. Hyacinth threw it up and Anthony managed to hook his arm in it then bowed to the trio in front of him.

Enola giggled at the sight “My that is a lot of siblings how do you get a moment of peace to yourself?” causing the other girl to roll her eyes with a smile “I don't, and believe it or not there are 4 more” Enola’s jaw dropped before noticing that Anthony had apparently started approaching them, “it seems your brother wants you back I assume?”

“Not at all I'm just checking on my sister” he smiled at the two girls before directing his attention solely to his sister “sister I'm glad you are finally adjusting and meeting people that aren't on paper” y/n rolled her eyes before pushing Anthony's shoulder lightly “oh nothing makes you happy does it Anthony, I sit reclusively, I’ll become a spinster, I mingle with other people I'm suddenly to adventurous” they both laughed before the sister turned to Enola “Enola this is Anthony my brother, Anthony…this is Enola Holmes”

Anthony's eyebrows rose “Holmes? As in Sher-”

“Good day to you Bridgerton”

There is a saying, ‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear’, and it seems quite fitting to use right here seeing as the man who approached the group and spoke up at that moment was Sherlock Holmes himself.

Anthony stood straight and nodded with a straight face to Sherlock “Holmes.”

Both men looked at each other, like in a staring contest, both Enola and y/n raised their eyebrows in confusion, looked at each other then back at their brothers. Suddenly like it was synchronised both the men shook hands and pulled each other into a friendly hug.

“I'm sorry Anthony but it feels like there's some missing context here, you both looked like you were about to murder each other and yet now you are acting like old friends, which is it friend or foe?” Y/n crossed her arms as she looked at the two men

Anthony looked to Sherlock with a smirk “Definitely foe dear sister seeing as since his graduation Lord Holmes here didn't see it fit to send any correspondence any longer”

The younger Bridgertons eyes widened as she looked to the older Holmes “You knew Anthony during his study?”

Sherlock nodded “We studied at Oxford at the same time, I studied chemistry and your brother focused on history and literature or some such thing”

Anthony coughed looking away quickly “Lord Holmes here was 1 year my senior and was booked in a flat with Hastings and I, of course, he valued his complete privacy so while he got the single bigger room in the flat me and Bassett had to share” he spoke with an eye roll.

It was Sherlock's turn to clear his throat and look away “Yes…how is Bassett… well I assume I must respectively call him the duke now”

Y/n who had felt that she and Enola had been quite forgotten now spoke up before Anthony could “Yes he is quite well, dukedom fits him rather well”

Sherlock turned to the younger Bridgerton “Is that so? I see you have become acquainted with the duke” making the girl smirk “But of course hard not to when my sister is quite literally married to him”

“I see…”

“So Holmes” Anthony spoke up clapping his hands together to divert the conversation “you never promenade what has changed? Finally thinking of settling down?”

“He's hunting” Enola spoke up.

Sherlock looked to his sister with a sigh before meeting the confused face of the Bridgertons and before they could speak up with any accusations he decided to clear his name.

“Not hunting persay, more scouting. I'm looking for the Bradfords”

It seemed as though time stopped around them, the two Bridgerton siblings and Enola’s eyes widened and y/n’s fan stopped mid-swing, the silence was heavy but was burst when Anthony quickly started laughing.

“Holmes, surely you jest, don't tell me you too have been ensnared by a small column of fiction like the rest of the ton” he spoke and was quickly followed by Enola who expressed that he constantly refused to read it and that he could possibly just be joking.

Y/n looked at each person and stepped back to watch how this would play out.

“I assure you I do not jest or joke, I have received many clients coming to me with this case and it can only be solved if I find this Marcus Bradford himself” Sherlock frustratedly spoke while looking to his sister and old friend.

Enola raised an eyebrow before addressing her brother once more “And…what case might that be Sherlock?”

Suddenly as Sherlock looked to the three stood before him, his eyes flickered between them as he embarrassingly spoke. “The case of the abominable bride.”

Y/n tried so hard but couldn't hold in the laughter causing it to come out as a snort more like. Most unladylike and in fact unhelpful seeing as Sherlock's embarrassment now turned to frustration and annoyance.

The girl quickly realised her mistake and apologised with a smile, “It's just you'd think you of all people wouldn't waste your time with a storybook”

Anthony was quick to scold his sister lightly then turned to Sherlock “I am not sure why you are doing this Holmes but…if it helps there is no Marcus Bradford in the ton, trust me people have looked.”

Sherlock nodded solemnly while looking around the ton slowly “I see… well then we had best be on our way then, it was nice seeing you and meeting your sister Anthony”

Anthony nodded and bid the Holmes' farewell as Enola promised she would write to y/n. As the two families split away and started walking away, y/n suddenly stopped and stood back and waited for Anthony to keep walking and not notice before quickly walking back to the Holmes siblings.

“Lord Holmes!” she called out to him, Sherlock and Enola turned to y/n as she stopped in front of them and took a moment to regain composure. “You know Lord Holmes… I have a pet cat named Minnie”

Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why he was being told this, then the Bridgerton spoke up once more “She has this terrible terrible habit of loving the house a lot, and it drives me crazy looking for her but I think I have a technique down on how to catch her.” Sherlock still had no idea where this was going yet…something in him told him to humour the girl and give her his complete attention.

“I used to go to every maid and ask her if she had seen Minnie until I realised, really if I track down the most important places I'd be saving time and energy, so now… when Minnie runs off, I just go to the kitchens and wait… she will have to eat sometime and the kitchen staff know not to let her out after that.”

And with that y/n turned around and walked back to her family who were sitting under the umbrella.

“What was that about?” Enola spoke up when she noticed Sherlock was still looking at where y/n stood with a far-off look.

“A cat called Minnie…apparently”

y/n smirked as she watched Sherlock and Enola leave the promenade. If Sherlock Holmes wanted a wild goose chase, then who was she to deny him of it?

“Catch me if you can Lord Holmes” she spoke with a smirk

The game was truly afoot.

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I do not own Bridgerton

I do not own Sherlock or Enola Holmes

and I most certainly do not own the abominable bride story

they belong to their rightful owners.

I only own the fic idea.

@frost-queen

#bridgerton #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #enola holmes #enola and sherlock #bridgerton reader #bridgerton x reader #sherlock holmes fanfiction #crossover #fanfic #sherlock holmes x y/n #sherlock #imagine #bridgerton x enola holmes

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drarreckyninja · 2 years ago

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Marcus: “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a menace?”

Locke: “At least once a week, yes.”

#elementary #elementary sherlock #incorrect quotes #sherlock x marcus #bell x holmes #lockbell #sherlock is called locke

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stvrl0st · 3 months ago

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.underrated drs.

(actual ones.)

1, mean girls. karen is so me

2, NEWSIES. JACK KELLY😻🫶 (both versions not just jeremys)

3, UGLY BETTY. marc & amanda are my spirit animals

4, deadly class, all the like 5 ppl that shifting there only go there for marcus, like the plot itself is rly good (I'M gonna be the main character idgaf😻)

5, supergirl. winn schott HELLOOOOO & I love the plot ofc..

6, TANGLED. THE. SERIES. PLEASEEEEE

7, I'm so ashamed. BUT. helluva boss&hazbin hotel😭 IM SORRY. BUT THE PLOTS R INTERESTING:(

8, julie & the phantoms

7, henry danger

8, icarly

9, victorious

10, brooklyn 99

11, gilmore girls

12, my little pony. AHHAGAGAG

13, trollhunters

14, tales of arcadia

15, SKYLANDERRRSSSS

16, avatar (the animated one)

17, sabrina the teenage witch

18, full house

19, the hollow. that show is so interesting omg

20, she-ra

21, ncis

22, korra (avatar)

23, how to train your dragon😻😻

24, spirit riding free, one of my fav&most recent drs

25, carmen sandiego

26, WINX.

27, NINJAGO.

28, arcane

29, a series of unfortunate events

30, scooby doo, normal version AND one where it's actual horror

31, ghostbusters

32, zoey 101

33, heartland

34, alexa&katie

35, just add magic

36, MONSTER HIGHHH

37, psych

38, criminal minds

39, grimm

40, terrifier. LMAO NO IM KIDDING. but IT

41, american horror story

42, lord of the rings & the hobbit

43, sherlock

44, SAVED BY THE BELL.

45, scream

46, friends

47, are you afraid of the dark?

48, this one's crazy but, euphoria

49, the last of us

50, 9-1-1 THE SHOW. (istfg if I see someone say "the national tragedy??" I'm gonna lose it.)

51, the outsiders (MATT & RALPH😻)

52, goosebumps

53, disneys faries

54, a goofy movie & an extremely goofy movie (i love homosexual dogs)

55, the x files

56, once upon a time

57, charmed

58, back to the future

59, the adams family, i think it'd be rly fun to be an adams😻

60, harry potter🤭😛 kidding ofc. your own dr😻🫶

idk if these count as underrated bc nobody shifts to most of these but idk

I would've done more but I don't want to😔🙏

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Awesome! here‘s my request…can you write something were Indy and fem!reader meet accidentally on one of his adventures and now they‘re stuck together and are constantly fighting/teasing and it turns into flirting because secretly they like eachother but neither of them wants to give in first. thank you!!

yes! i have been struggling with creativity so figuring out how the meet would happen was a struggle so i hope you like it, but if not, i can rewrite it 🫶🏻

no regrets

indiana jones x reader

“who the hell are you?!” the handsome man exclaimed.

“who am i? who the hell are you?!” you called, staring at the puzzle on the floor ahead of you.

the man furrowed his brows, his gaze following yours to the puzzle, “indiana jones, you are?”

ah, you knew this man. the famed archeologist who had gone on so many adventures, you’ve heard many stories of the stubborn man from a man whom you’d studied under for a few years.

“do you know marcus brody?” you asked. he glanced at you, “yeah, do you?” you nodded, “studied under him for three years in connecticut, i’ve heard a lot about you.”

“oh really? good things i hope.”

you shook your head, “more about how stubborn you are and how much of an arrogant asshole you are.” “lovely.” he muttered, scanning the area around them.

he then paused, glancing over at you, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“looking for this statue, i’m guessing your doing the same.” you said, refusing to meet his gaze. the man smirked, “well i certainly didn’t expect to have any competition, and i certainly didn’t realize how beautiful that competition would be.”

you rolled your eyes, “don’t flirt with me.”

“why not?”

“because i might flirt back.” you replied, squatting down to get a better look, trying to figure out what tiles were safe to step on.

“and?”

you glanced at him, it was your turn to smirk, “and then you wouldn’t be able to resist me.” you were getting ahead of yourself, of course, but you needed to focus on this puzzle in order to not, you know, die. and this handsome man was being very distracting and you could not have that.

carefully, you moved to take a step forward, the tile seemed safe enough. “woah! what are you doing?” the man exclaimed.

“walking? what am i supposed to do-crawl?”

“it could be a trap!”

“no shit sherlock, now can it, you’re distracting me.” but as it turns out, in your attempts to silence the man, you’d misstepped, and your foot landed on the wrong tile, which was quick to sink into the ground.

you turned back to indiana, whose hazel eyes were wide, “what did you do??” he

shouted. “you made me miss a step, dammit!”

before the man could shout again, the cavern began to tremble. “ah shit.”

stones began to fall, and you knew that the cave could collapse. you and indiana turned to each other, “run!”

and so you did. indiana with his long ass legs was ahead of you. you tried to run alongside him but it just was not working. the cavern was collapsing rapidly, and you were falling behind.

“run faster! i am not coming back to save your ass!” indiana shouted. “i’m trying!!” as you willed your feet to move, you found yourself stumbling, and next thing you knew, you were slammed onto the ground. in that moment, you thought that was it. ‘this is the way i die. being crushed by some rocks.’

you felt a hand grab your bicep, pulling you to your feet. “come on!” the exit was in sight, and indiana practically dragged you out, the two of you falling to the ground in exhaustion as the cavern collapsed completely.

you rolled onto your back, breathing heavily. you glanced over at indiana, who was doing the same, his eyes squeezed shut.

“what happened to not saving my ass?” you questioned. the man let out a chuckle, “well, couldn’t let ya just die. i’d have a guilty conscience.”

“ah sure. you totally didn’t do it cause you cared.” “don’t get ahead of yourself there, sweetheart.” he said, opening his eyes as he turned his head to face you.

you smiled at him softly, “y’know, you ain’t that bad, jones.”

“you aren’t too bad either.” he replied, sitting up slightly, “now, why don’t we go and find the nearest airport?”

“later.”

he furrowed his brows, “later?”

“i think i’ll just lay here for a while.”

indiana couldn’t help but laugh.

and that was the start of your adventures with the handsome man that was indiana jones. you were happier then ever, and while he pretended to originally not want you around, he had zero regrets.

he’d have saved you everytime if it meant you’d be by his side.

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