#stay frosty nonny

[nicoline1998enilocin]

You have a prompt ("no amount of money ever bought a second of time" from marvel-smash bingo) and this is something Tony's dad said to him, I would like to request something with it

Tony and reader just had a baby and Tony says this to the baby and that is something that his/her grandpa once said or Tony's parents are still alive when he's an adult and when they are visiting their grandbaby, Howard will say this to the baby and it's a very emotional moment 😊

Never grow up

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | ~ 800 words

SUMMARY | Your beautiful son came home a few hours ago, and now you witness Tony having a sweet moment with him, making your heart beat faster and filling with love like never before.

RATING | Teen (T)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Nugget), referenced pregnancy/childbirth

A/N | Nonnie, I cannot thank you enough for sending in this incredibly cute request! I decided to write something right away for you, and I hope you will enjoy every second of it, because I know I did when writing it. This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I will be forever in your debt. I love you 🩷

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo Frosty | Tucking into bed Masterlist | @marvel-smash-bingo | "No amount of money ever bought a second of time." Masterlist | @multifandom-flash Beehive | Sleep Cute

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Source

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

Two days ago, your lifelong dream became a reality. Your son, Noah Anthony Stark, was born on March 16th at 4:57 AM in the Compound's Hospital wing. Today, you were released, and Tony couldn't be happier to bring him to his penthouse for the first time.

Noah's birth wasn't easy on you by any means, so you decided to take a little nap when you got home. Tony gives him a bottle before putting him down for a nap. From when your son was born, Tony immediately fell into a naturally fatherly role, and he has never been sexier.

Now, he resides in the rocking chair in Noah's nursery, slowly rocking back and forth while he feeds and talks to him.

"Y'know, my Dad used to say, 'No amount of money ever bought a second of time,' and I never quite grasped what that meant until now. Finally, having you with us is so special, but I already dread the day you'll be growing up. I wish you would forever stay this small or that I could pause time for even a moment," he tells his son, and you walk in about halfway through the conversation.

"I wish he could stay this little forever," you say to your husband, who looks up at you with a loving look. You slowly make your way over to both of them, careful not to hurt yourself now that you're still healing.

"I thought you were sleeping, Gorgeous," he says before giving you a small peck on your lips when you sat down next to both of them.

"I was, but I needed to use the toilet again. I heard you talking to Noah, so I decided to look at what you two were talking about."

Your head lies on his shoulder as you smile at your son, who already looks like Tony. He has the most beautiful blue eyes, though, and you're curious what they will change into—secretly, you hope they will morph into the same chocolate brown ones as Tony's.

"Not much. I was telling him what my Dad used to tell me," Tony sighs, and you nod.

"They would be proud of you, you know? After everything, you have the family you deserve, a beautiful son, and you're married to a beautiful woman," you say with a grin.

"You're definitely right about that, Gorgeous. And I know they would have fallen head over heels in love with him, just like you and I have," Tony tells you as he's blinking away the tears threatening to fall down his cheeks at the thought of his parents.

"They would have," you whisper to him as you look at Noah, who's already fallen asleep. Once Tony is finished feeding Noah, he changes him into a clean diaper and pajamas, ready to tuck him into bed.

"Sleep well, Nugget," you tell him as he's cozy in his crib, the sight making your heart melt. Your lifelong dream of becoming a Mom has come true, and you're feeling more loved than ever.

"Wow," Tony whispers when Noah peacefully sleeps, an occasional soft snore coming from him.

"Wow indeed," you whisper in return, and Tony nods.

"I can't believe I made him."

"We, Tony. We made him." You reprimand him, and he smiles wide before nodding. You're right; he's the outcome of your shared love. After a few more moments, you take your husband's hand before leading him out of the nursery and into your bedroom, needing some cuddles with him.

"He's cute when he sleeps, isn't he?" Tony tells you, and you couldn't agree more.

"Just as cute as his Daddy," you joke, making Tony smile widely.

"I don't think so, Gorgeous. I think you're much cuter than I am!" he tells you, making you laugh this time. Your world may have been turned upside down by bringing new life into this world, but the love you and your husband share has not changed, and you're fortunate to have him by your side.

"I love you, Tony. And thank you for being the best Daddy we could wish for," you say as you turn to him, getting on your tiptoes to capture his lips with yours.

"I love you too, Gorgeous. But let's get into bed because I need some cuddles with my hot mama," he says, and you feel the warmth spreading through your body at his words. During your pregnancy, Tony would worship your body every day when he wasn't away on missions, and he never fails to let you know how he feels about you now.

"The last one to the bed gets to change his next diaper!" you say after taking off, and Tony happily lets you win this race. He doesn't mind doing it, and you could use a win after the days you've had. As long as he can spend the next few hours with you cuddled in his arms, he knows he's the luckiest man on earth.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

do you have any idea why some blogs are being deleted, seemingly at random? at this point, i'm afraid to post anything new or original content in fear that i'll loose all my other work. did your friend get a warning or reason?

Hello nonny! Unfortunately, we have no idea why, really.

My understanding of what happened, and @koortega who had her blog deleted and then restored could probably answer this better, but my understanding is that a huge group of blogs were deleted all at once. They were given no warning or explanation, which violates the terms of service for tumblr. Of course immediately people took to email and twitter to protest this and were given the explanation that they had used copyrighted material, which makes no sense. Some were gifmakers, for example, but some weren’t, some were fanfiction authors who are protected under fair use, etc. It just didn’t make any sense. AND if all the things they were doing were using copyrighted material, then literally 99% of tumblr would have to be purged because we’re all doing that in one form or another.

So it really made no sense what tumblr was doing, it seemed to be they chose blogs at random or perhaps popular blogs that generated a lot of fan content. Who even knows. @mearcatsreturns was deleted, and for what, posting liveblogs of her ER rewatch? @gelbmantrees does the same thing with her shows. So why was mearcats chosen but not Chelsea?

People tried petitioning tumblr for days but weren’t getting a response. I know I petitioned them on @qqueenofhades‘ behalf, as did @extasiswings. After days and days we finally got a response that our petitions were being noted, but then nothing. @koortega as I said had her blog restored and so did some others, gradually, but more people like @mearcatsreturns and @qqueenofhades have gotten nothing.

The one silver lining for you, nonny: as far as I know, if you escaped the initial purge, you’re okay. They seemed to delete everyone at once, people just woke up to find their blogs vanished (Hilary lost hers not ten minutes after she’d last been on it). So I don’t think you’re in danger of being deleted. And blogs are returning, slowly but surely. @timeless-season-three is back, thank God, although why they restored the sideblog but not the main blog of Hilary and others, God only knows.

All we can do at this point is continue petitioning tumblr until they get off their asses and finish restoring all the blogs. And find some way to own the servers, because until we have something like Ao3 that’s for the fans by the fans, we’re always going to be at the mercy of dispshit bottom-line-pushing asshole corporations who can and will do things like this.

tl;dr *singsong like John Mulaney* We’re tumblr, and life is a fucking nightmare!

But if you survived the purge, you’re safe. Post away, nonny, post away and rejoice in the anarchy of it! Viva la liberté!

[nnatsume]

I just came across ur blog and i love all of your works, could i maybe request hcs or a scenario of tsukasa with a s/o that seeks him for comfort after a fight with their father?<3 ty!

a / n : hihi nonnie! thank you very much. <3 i’ll have to say though, this request is a tad bit too specific for me not to be worried. i really hope that you’re okay. maybe this can bring you a bit of comfort! i have a bit of a strange feeling about tagging this, because i don’t want to make profit off of these kinds of personal struggles. does that make sense? i won’t tag it, but if you want it tagged or anything, then you may tell me. again, i hope that this can cheer you up just a little bit. here’s a tiny ficlet for you.

edit! i tagged this post with anon's permission

✦ tsukasa with a s/o that seeks him out after a fight

the clock struck midnight, but the stack of papers was still tall.

he was used to staying up late, taking care of his duties. with idol work stacking in top of his usual workload, there was simply no more time during the day.

but he wasn’t used to his phone sounding so late into the night. a blue light flared from across the room, breaking his concentration. he doesn’t usually receive texts during the night–it must be important, in that case. to satisfy his own curiosity as well, he dragged his feet towards the shelf. the notification was still fresh on his screen.

▹ can i come over?

▹ i can explain when i’m there.

it didn’t take long for him to respond.

▹ did something happen? you are always welcome. if you would like, i can send a driver to pick you up. it is late.

▹ no. i’m on my way already.

tsukasa remained concerned. your vague messages had him chewing on his fingernails. something must’ve happened for you to seek his home so late at night. come to think of it, your texts lacked the usual flavor. you wrote your messages soullessly. he found himself waiting at the window at the front of the estate–waiting for you to pop up. a part of him hoped that you were just in a hurry, and everything was alright. you would pop up with a pretty smile, and you would spend the night together and you would watch some movies, as couples do after long days.

when he looked down at his phone’s screen again, he found that wish unlikely to be fulfilled.

between his thoughts, he heard a knock by his side. hurriedly, he tossed his phone on the nearest surface, skipping towards the door. it must be you–yet when tsukasa practically ripped the door open, he wasn't sure if it was really you anymore.

sure, your features were the same. but despite your eyes being directed towards him, he couldn’t feel you looking at him. your hand was still raised from where you knocked, fingers running a purplish-red from the frosty winter air. he felt his own hands go cold when he looked at you. something seems to have been treating you unwell, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. he didn’t like that on you–that drained, soulless stare.

with a shake of his head, he stepped aside, ushering you in with a wave of his hand. he had a hunch of what happened, but he couldn’t just guess. he’ll get to the bottom of it. a smile suits you way better. he’ll make sure to see you smile again.

“may i interest you in a cup of tea? it may help you warm up.”, he suggested, shutting the door after you. “i believe i haven’t emptied the kettle yet, so if you desire, i shall warm you a cup of chamomile.”

little bubbles danced at the bottom of the pot, the sweet scent of chamomile warming up the kitchen. it soothed the tense atmosphere just a little bit. the night was pitch-black outside, cold and ruthless. if not for the candle-lights, you wouldn’t even be able to see your own hands in such a grand house. the room was cloaked in silence, except for the sounds of dripping wax and a boiling kettle.

a generous cup of tea was served to you on a little plate, accompanied by a sugar caster and a tiny pan of honey. the white porcelain reflected orange light. tsukasa sat down next to you, his own unfinished cup set aside. “would you like to talk? your concerns are my concerns as well. don’t feel pressured, however.”, he spoke up. his hand shyly reached for yours, encasing it in warmth. “whatever you’re feeling, whatever struggle you have trouble conquering, i assure you, is well founded. if you cannot master it alone, i, as your knight, will try to be of help. you are always welcome to seek me out.”

the clock soon struck three in the morning. the stack of papers was still big, but tsukasa had more important things to tend to. all kinds of games were strewn around his room on the fluffy duvets thrown onto the floor, books and movies tossed into all corners. it was dark, but now the moon revealed itself, throwing a shine of blue into the room. even the dust has settled down–there was no sound, no move, except for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock down the hallway.

he couldn’t see a lot, but he could see you sleeping soundly right next to him. you looked peaceful, and that was all he could ever want.

tsukasa would sell his soul if it meant that he can see you just as peaceful the next day.

[invisibleraven]

Have you got any angsty pre-canon sunset curve head canons? 🥺

Ooof nonny, you asked for it, this got super angsty and long, so h/c under the cut

Alex was the golden boy all his life, someone you would be proud to call your son. "Why can't you be more like Alex?" is something his church friends often heard. He knew he was lucky and loved, and thought nothing could change that. Then he came out, and he lost everything. People steered away from him at church, the sermons revolved around hellfire until he couldn't bear to be there anymore. Until he didn't believe any more. His parents, who he thought would love him forever, no matter what, turned frosty. They turned his sisters away from him, telling them he was a sinner, and God would punish them as well for condoning his choices. They started talking about sending him away to get 'fixed'. Suddenly things they used to praise him for weren't good enough ("How come you only got an 90% as opposed to 100%?"), or the reason behind his 'illness' (drumming, spending time with the band). They started using his anxiety against him, they refused to pay for his meds anymore, to give him anything aside from a roof over his head and food on his plate, even though he wasn't welcome to eat with the family any longer. He spent his last summer alive living with Luke in Bobby's garage, and his parents claimed that he was visiting relatives to change his ways. They never claimed his body, and between Bobby and Luke's parents, they paid for his burial.

Bobby was the last of the guys to join the band, having met Luke in detention and getting railroaded into auditioning and then giving up his grandparents garage as a studio space. Bobby was a bit of a loner, afraid to form relationships, after his parents all but dumped him on his lola's doorstep so they could travel and work without him as a millstone around their necks. He was terrified of being abandoned, of being left behind. But these guys wormed their ways into his heart and refused to let him shut them out. They made him feel safe and connected, and unafraid to live for once. He never told them how much they brought him back to life, but paid them back by offering an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, a fist to defend them. He let Alex and Luke live in the garage after they left home, and always let Reggie know there was a space there for him too. So when the guys went and died on him, Bobby essentially died too, having been left again yet again. No friends pestering him, no one making him live. So he used their music to make sure the guys got to live, in some capacity, even if bad decisions left their names off of it. Bobby Shaw didn't survive that night, even if his body was still breathing. He died with his boys, and didn't live again until Carrie was placed in his arms.

Luke didn't get why his parents refused to accept his passions, but he always felt like he could do no right with them. His mom always claimed she was 'just worried' but maybe she was worried about appearances, how others would judge her. Luke wanted to be a rock star, he lived and breathed music, so he didn't care about classes or grades, and no amount of drag out fights with his mom would change that. He dropped out of school right before Christmas, that was the source of the fight we got to see, with Emily livid that he would be so foolish. Luke claimed that she would never understand, and she sighed, telling him he sounded like a child, with childish dreams. If he could give up the band and get his life back on track he would realize that. But Luke also knew that as much as he loved the band, the boys needed it more. They needed it as an escape or distraction from their turbulent home lives. As a way to feel like they were worthy of love, of respect, of being treated as a person. He could never give that up, not when his boys needed that lifeline just as much as he did. So he ran away, determined to show his mom that he could and would make it. And if they made it, well then she'd finally see him for who he was over who she wanted him to be. Emily never forgave herself for not trying harder to find him before he died, and she understands why Bobby-Trevor glares at her all through the funerals.

Reggie lives at home until he dies, refusing to leave his parents, even if all they do is fight, because they still love him, right? Even if any of his friends would tell him that people who love you never talk down to a person like they do, or argue over whose fault it is that he turned out 'like that', whatever that's supposed to mean. Reggie knows all this, deep down, but he thinks it will get so much worse if he leaves. They hurt each other through words, but if he's not there, the fights get physical, an it's better that he stops them early rather than let them hurt one another. A few times they were too far into it, and he got caught in the middle. Nothing bandages and alcohol wipes can't solve right? Reggie learns to live with the sound of breaking glass, the scent of booze, the constant yelling. He learns to keep his friends away and a smile on his face, because the last time the neighbours showed up to help, it almost ended in a fist fight. Best not to tell anyone anything other than they were still fighting, no, he didn't need to stay but thanks for asking. Eventually he learns to live in layers, the jacket good at keeping his arms and back safe from flying dishes and covering the marks left if he wasn't quick enough to avoid getting them. He adapts to sleeping where and when he can, and shoplifts concealer to disguise his dark circles. Yet he still loves his parents, hoping that one day he can be enough so they stop fighting, even if he blames himself when he's the cause. His parents don't even look at each other at his funeral, and the divorce papers are signed before his headstone is erected.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey I love you so much! Um... Do you know any fics where Sherlock talks really dirty to john? That's my fav kink lmao

Hey Nonny!!!

Ahhh this is a fun request LOL LOL!! Ahhhhhh Honestly I think I have more John-to-Sherlock than vice versa, but I’ve never done a Dirty Talk list before so I hope you’ll accept this as a peace offering and give you everything I have tagged with Dirty Talk! It’s certainly not all I have, but it’s a start as I re-tag fics :)<3 If any of my lovelies have any that meets Nonny’s criteria, please do share!!!!

DIRTY TALK

See also: Johnlock Dirty Talk (Alexx)

Husband by jinglebell (E, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Multiple Orgasms, Fluff, Toplock) – Sherlock orgasms when John refers to him as 'husband'.

Perfect Solo by Itsallfine (E, 2,384 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Solo Kink, Fantasy, Pining, Dirty Talk, Sex Toys) – Sherlock couldn’t decide how he wanted to have John that night. (The one where Sherlock uses his box of sex toys to take himself apart in every way John might have him.)

There's Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) (M, 4,676 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, Love Letters, Angst, Mutual Pining, UST / URT, Dirty Talk) – Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

Linger by queenoftrivia (E, 4,879 w., 1 Ch. || Lingerie, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Switchlock, Sherlock in Lingerie, Come Play, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal/Oral, Implied Shower Sex, Neck Kissing) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.

Talk by illwick (E, 6,364 w., 1 Ch. || Dirty Talk, John’s Giant Junk, PWP, Light BDSM, Size Kink, Oral / Anal, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Established Rel.) – Sherlock was never much for dirty talk... until an unexpected visit yields unexpected results. Part 20 of Unwind

Sherlock’s Laboratory, Episode 1: Romance by berlynn_wohl (E, 6,900 w., 1 Ch. || Clones, Sci-Fi AU, Clone Sex, Foursome, Double Penetration) – “John, this isn’t one of your science fiction programmes. This is reality.“ Part 1 of Sherlock’s Laboratory

Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua (M, 6,904 w., 1 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Domestics, Word Kink, POV Sherlock, Dry Humping / Sex, Chair Sex, Hair Pulling, Lazy Mornings, Hand Jobs, Friends to Lovers) – Something is the matter with John. Sherlock is determined to figure out what it is. Mark his words.

Full Disclosure by Itsallfine (E, 7,032 w., 1 Ch. || Bars & Pubs, Fake Relationship, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, John’s Army Mates, Three Continents Watson, Semi-Public Sex) – John’s army mates get together for the first time post-discharge and invite John “Three Continents” Watson to join them. If John shows up alone, he knows he’ll be the object of non-stop ridicule all night. Sherlock plays along. John tests the waters.

A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, POV John, Phone Sex, Texting, Masturbation, Long Distance, Drunk Texting) – What am I doing? he wondered. The answer came back at once: Flirting. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes.

And if you say the word, I could stay with you by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,842 w., 1 Ch. || Domestic Fluff, BottomJohn / Topping from the Bottom, Fluff and Romance, Dirty Talk, Proposals) – What Sherlock thinks is, On the day I die, be it in a dirty alley at forty or in my bed at eighty, the last thing I will remember is tonight, the way you looked at at me on the snowy pavement, cheeks pink with the cold, breath puffing in frosty white clouds, your heart in your eyes and snowflakes in your hair. I will remember that single perfect moment in my life, that moment I knew I had everything I ever wanted, and whatever happens next, I will die content. What he says is simply, "Marry me."

Better Than One by Innerspace (E, 14,760 w. 1 Ch. || Threesome, Self-cest / Clone Sex, First Time, BJ’s, Power Play, Slight Dub-Con) – Sherlock creates a clone and discovers things about himself and John he never imagined. John is just along for the ride, so to speak.

Traitor's Gate by roane (E, 17,714 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mystery, Bets and Wagers, Undercover for a Case, BAMF John, Scientist Sherlock, Teasing, Established Relationship, Military Base, Sexting/Texting, Military/Uniform Kink, Frottage, Dirty Sex, Anal, Bottomlock) – John and Sherlock go undercover at a top secret government lab to find out who is selling research. John is back in uniform and Sherlock is back in a laboratory, but they have to pose as strangers. Sherlock thinks he'll have an easy time of it, but John has his doubts. It's up to them to find out who is responsible for putting a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, and try to keep their hands off each other at the same time.

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w., 8 Ch. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They’d never talked about sex in the year they’d known each other. Well, that wasn’t quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w., 11 Ch. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis

[come-on-shitty-boys]

Have fun while you can

Nonnie, I am having a blast rn. Millennial Gojou is giving me the biggest serotonin boost so ykw I will have fun 🙇🏼‍♀️ thank you so much. I will be staying frosty as the cool kids say

[glowyskull]

King you’re art is incredible and your style is flawless, love to see your work always but it’s good to take breaks occasionally if you ever get stressed or overwhelmed. Stay frosty champ!

Idk why this ask is extra comforting-

Thank you so much nonny!

[thundersnowstorm]

Anonymous asked: I loved your RobbxRhaenys fic! How do you think the pairing would work if Rhaegar had won? Is he a ward like Theon, is she a bastard? Do they hate each other?

(posted as a regular text post bc tumblr fucked up and i lost the original ask)

ahh nonny thank you so much!!

i actually have a whole rhaegar wins au planned out in my head (maybe i’ll write some of it at some point, first i gotta finish the crownless fic follow-up oneshot). but here’s a general run down of how robb x rhaenys might play out in this world.

under the cut since this turned out wayy longer than expected

basic premise: rhaegar kills robert at the trident and wins the war. meanwhile in king’s landing, jaime still kills aerys when his madness gets too much, or when he reveals the caches of wildfire. tywin stays carefully neutral throughout the war. upon returning to the city, rhaegar is crowned king. lyanna still dies in childbirth.

rhaenys and aegon are legitimate. show canon and i do not get along lmao. jon, the semi-acknowledged bastard of the king, is taken to winterfell to be raised because elia is not risking another blackfyre rebellion, and ned wants lyanna’s kid to be raised in her home. rhaegar is just guilt-striken enough over lyanna’s death to allow it. 

jon visits king’s landing on occasion as he gets older. he and rhaegar have a weird relationship (there’s a lot of angst there, a lot of unresolved issues). jon and aegon do get along though, which everyone is secretly relieved about. it takes rhaenys longer to warm up to jon. she remembers the rebellion, she remembers how hurt her mother was when rhaegar dropped everything for lyanna. rhaenys has never quite forgiven rhaegar. eventually, with encouragement from aegon, she strikes up a tentative friendship with jon.

with lyanna, brandon and rickard dead, house stark has suffered enough and rhaegar lets them go without asking them for much more. however, robb is asked (ordered) to visit king’s landing when he gets older. everyone has suddenly realized that house stark is a much bigger power than previously thought, and it’s a good idea for the iron throne to stay on good terms with the future warden of the north.

(by contrast, jon arryn is sent to the wall at the end of the rebellion. he didn’t have the advantage of being related to the new king’s dead lover to save him. the vale is passed down to harry hardying with one of the lords acting as regent. in the stormlands, stannis bends the knee and becomes lord. he marries cersei and it is the single most entertaining marriage in westeros.)

still, despite all the work queen elia and jon connington and the rest of the small council put into repairing relations with the north, they remain very frosty. ned certainly never forgives rhaegar. he’s not about to go to war again, but he’s also never going to step foot in king’s landing again. robb grows up with a distinctly antagonistic view of the iron throne, and the belief that it’s better for the north to keep to itself and stay out of politics of the realm. still, his childhood is more or less the same as it was in canon.

rhaenys is a force to be reckoned with at court. she grew up at her mother’s elbow, learning the nuts and bolts of ruling, how everything happens behind the scenes. oberyn taught her how to fight with a dagger (same as in crownless), as well as a few tricks to suss out people’s secrets. when she visits dorne, she watches doran, compares his style of ruling to her mother’s, to her father’s. if westeros had absolute primogeniture, rhaenys would make a formidable queen. as it is, she is aegon’s number one pick for hand for when he eventually takes the throne, scandal be damned.

her circle of friends is certainly an interesting mix. myrcella baratheon (a bit older and an actual baratheon this time) and margaery tyrell are conventional ladies in waiting, but they’re also both vying for aegon’s hand. meanwhile the sand snakes are the terror of the court and oberyn thinks it’s hilarious. rhaenys thinks tyene should stop pretending to poison mace tyrell. when arianne visits - well, things can get interesting. no one can quite tell if tyrion lannister and princess rhaenys hate each other or not, but their debates are certainly fun to watch. 

(hmm, maybe theon also ends up in king’s landing. robert trusted ned to watch over him in winterfell but rhaegar and ned have a very different relationship. idk where i’m going with this train of thought, but it would certainly add a new dynamic to rhaenys’s little court.)

rhaenys is not betrothed. it’s unusual, and people have started to comment on it. she is one and twenty and the most eligible woman in the land. there’s quite a bit of interest for her hand, but elia has decided that rhaenys will have a say in her marriage, and rhaegar oscillates between not caring much about the matter and toying with the idea of marrying her to aegon, in the old tradition. rhaenys has told him that if he even tries to marry them, she will elope with the first man she can find and wouldn’t that be quite the scandal? so rhaenys remains unmarried.

(the biggest difference in rhaenys here from rhaenys in the crownless fic is that here, rhaenys knows power. not only was she born into power but she has grown into it as well. she will do her duty to her family and the realm, but she will not sacrifice her own happiness unless there is no other choice. as practical as she is, marriage alliances are off the table.)

this is a lot of setup to get to robb and rhaenys making out but bear with me lol.

robb goes to king’s landing shortly after turning eighteen upon request (summons) from the throne, accompanied by catelyn, sansa, and arya. it’s skirting on rude for ned not to come, but rhaegar lets it slide. he’s lyanna’s brother, and there’s a lot that rhaegar feels guilty about concerning lyanna. anyway, it’s robb’s second time in king’s landing, but the first time he’d been fourteen and rhaenys had hardly noticed him. now though, there’s a bit of “oh shit he’s hot now” before robb makes it clear he’s only here out of obligation. then rhaenys decides that there’s no reason for the two of them to interact and that is that.

(or is it, asks the author in a leading tone.)

so really, there’s no reason for robb and rhaenys to speak to each other. rhaenys is busy with a discrepancy in taxes coming from the vale, and robb is busy trying to avoid southroners at all costs. but circumstances bring them together somehow. maybe there’s a conspiracy afoot, and they have to work together to stop it. maybe rhaenys is forced to show robb around the keep. or maybe rhaenys finds the quiet of the godswood peaceful and robb keeps coming across her there.

“this isn’t a real godswood. not without a proper weirwood heart tree, like the ones in the north.” “mayhaps you can show me a proper godswood someday, my lord.”

really, they have nothing in common, there’s nothing they should have to talk about, but rhaenys finds robb’s frank honesty refreshing after all the double talk at court, and robb thinks she’s probably the cleverest woman he knows. somewhere along the line they become each other’s refuge from all the politics and mistrust of king’s landing.

there’s a feast one day, celebrating some important occasion or whatnot. and there’s dancing and mead, and rhaenys can’t remember the last time she had this much fun. she and robb slip away into the gardens to cool off in the night air and well. rhaenys will blame it on a few too many cups of dornish red but robb’s lips fit perfectly against hers and he tastes like cinammon.

robb panics. this is the princess he is kissing, daughter of the king who brought so much pain upon his family. gods this is jon’s sister, and robb’s father always told him to behave honorably towards women and the thoughts he’s having are certainly not honorable. so robb runs.

rhaenys is furious. well, really she’s embarrassed but anger is easier. for the next week or so she is a nightmare to be around. not that she’d admit to anyone that she’s in a bad mood. meanwhile, robb is moping and hiding from everyone and probably spending most of his time sparring.

jon, who isn’t blind and is absolutely done with them, practically forces robb to talk to rhaenys. he doesn’t care what happened, he just wants the two of them to get over themselves and stop being so insufferable. also rhaenys made one of the goldcloaks cry and no one quite knows how that happened.

so they talk. and robb apologizes for kissing her, which rhaenys is quick to tell him is absolutely ridiculous, she’s the one who initiated it and besides, it was just a kiss.

well, that one kiss turns into quite a few more.

there aren’t really words for what they are to each other. if she were anyone else, robb would probably ask for her hand, but she’s the princess of the realm, not some petty lord’s daughter. and rhaenys doesn’t want to think about putting a label on them, because that would mean thinking about how the two of them fit in the future. and since they aren’t betrothed and king’s landing isn’t dorne, no one can know about their…. whatever.

then rhaegar starts bringing up the subject of rhaenys’s betrothal again. aegon isn’t on the table, since he and margaery tyrell are all but promised to each other at last, but perhaps willas tyrell would do, or maybe harry hardyng in the vale. lady paramount is a perfectly acceptable role for the sister to the future king.

(robb isn’t mentioned as an option. he might be of the right status, but relations between ned and rhaegar are still quite frosty, and the realm still doesn’t quite see the north as equal to the southern kingdoms.)

rhaenys knows, intellectually, that she must marry someday. and really, willas tyrell and harry hardyng are just suggestions. she could always look for a second son for a husband, so she could stay in king’s landing. but she doesn’t want to marry a stranger, and she doesn’t want to leave the city, and the only person she can think of is her cousin quentyn, and arianne would kill her if she married quent.

robb learns about the discussions for rhaenys’s hand from rumors floating around the court. and really, he shouldn’t care who rhaenys marries, it’s not like they’re anything more than good friends who kiss sometimes. or at least, that’s what he tries to tell himself.

he’s not very good at convincing himself.

“marry me,” robb blurts out. rhaenys stops dead in her tracks. “what?”

rhaenys says no. winterfell is about as far as it gets from king’s landing, and she does not wish to be sent away to a frozen wasteland where she knows close to nobody. there is so much she can do at court, so much change she could help affect, and she cannot do that in the north.  

she explains this all to robb and he shrugs. “we could stay in the south.”

rhaenys is not often surprised. this makes it twice today that she has been struck speechless.

robb does not like court, as she is quick to remind him.

“no, but i like you.”

they talk late into the night. the sun is starting to peek out behind the treeline when rhaenys says yes.

(the issue was not that she did not wish to marry robb. quite the opposite. but if she is to be a part of the politics of realm, she cannot do so effectively in winterfell all the time. so they talk, and debate, and eventually a plan is drawn up for where they will reside.)

of course, this is all dependent on rhaegar and ned accepting. robb’s time in king’s landing is drawing to a close, and so he returns to winterfell to ask for his father’s permission. rhaenys goes to talk to rhaegar and elia.

rhaegar is surprised, to say the least. elia, who has been quietly watching her daughter’s flirtation-turned-courtship for the past months, is not. in the end, the discussion is rather short. robb stark is heir to one of the great houses, and the iron throne desperately needs better relations with the north. there’s little to oppose.

ned, on the other hand, is more reluctant to bind the starks to the royal family so officially. he loves his nephew dearly, but he cannot forget the circumstances under which jon was born. but robb seems to care for this southron princess, and catelyn is right, they cannot try to stay out of southron politics forever.

robb and rhaenys are married in the godswood at riverrun, halfway between their families’ castles. for the wedding of a royal princess and the heir to the north, it’s a surprisingly lowkey affair. but robb hardly notices much other than rhaenys, resplendent in dornish silks, and rhaenys for once lets herself forget about the politics and the future, and just lets robb lead her around in a sloppy rendition of the bear and the maiden fair.

(robb is not a great dancer, but he is definitely an enthusiastic one. rhaenys thinks it’s charming.)

it isn’t easy all the time. splitting time between winterfell and king’s landing means endless amounts of travelling, and they aren’t always in the same kingdom together. there are fights, and long nights working, and sometimes the politics at court get to be too much for both of them, but for all their differences, robb and rhaenys love each other. and maybe that’s all that’s needed.

god this got long, and this is really only a sketch of what that scenario would look like. maybe i’ll write a proper fic for this universe sometime, we’ll see.

thanks again anon!

[turnsorrow]

Positivity anon is back and here to wish you a very happy Halloween! 🎃 Get lots of candy, have some fun with your friends, watch some spooky movies, etc! Or, if you don't celebrate Halloween, then I hope you have an awesome weekend! ❤️ Lastly, is there anything happening in November that you're excited for?

hello nonnie !! happy halloween to you too !! my fiance and i are probably going to play a horror game ??? by which i mean i am going to play and he is going to watch bc he is a baby kjenmrhnkjenmrh. maybe mortuary assistant or fatal frame or smth, we’ll see. prob also a movie but idk what.

we’re idiots who did not get a costume together rlly abt to see if we can wing cosmo and wanda last second ☠️ haha, wing. fairies.

i have no idea what’s going on in nov except for a million dr appointments but :’) at least he’s getting help after the hospital disaster ugh.

stay frosty friend

[lumiolivier]

*hands you an ice cold frozen treat of your choosing*

Stay frosty

You know, Nonnie. We really need to stop running into each other like this. 🍧

[just-more-trolls-moving]

i will go help out others. i just felt i should first stop by here and ensure you have the opportunity available to you. if you are capable, could you also extend my invitation to wyllow? she deserves such a chance and opportunity.

~Cv~ Yea I’ll let her know.. Thanks though

~Cv~ Stay frosty, nonny

[blueberryymacadamia]

I just struggled to find your blog cause i remember it references stay frosty foyal milktea bynfall out boy but i dont remember what letters are missing. (I normally get to your blog through push notifications) ily - friendly nonnie

:DDD

[solrika]

Please consider: Akande calling Mei "Ms. Zhou" and her going "That's Dr. Zhou to you!"

Nonnie, I like the way you think!

~

This particular restaurant in Oasis is known for its secluded balconies, stacked one on top of each other, every alcove lined with greenery so the only thing to be seen is the skyline beyond the tower. 

Akande pauses to admire the silhouette of Mei-Ling Zhou against the view, and then knocks at the balcony door. “May I join you?” She startles, and he notes with approval that her hand closes firmly around the gun hidden in her purse. Before she can fire, he casually holds up both hands, flashing a disarming smile. “I promise, I have no desire to start a fight.”

Mei-Ling’s eyes narrow, her mouth pursing in clear doubt. “Why are you here, then?”

“I heard from my sources you were nearby, and hoped to talk.” He keeps his hands raised, but dares to saunter up to her table. “I’m quite a fan of your work.”

Mei-Ling’s humph shows quite clearly how much she believes that.

“Look,” Akande continues, gesturing to his bare right hand, “I come unarmed.” 

“That is a horrible pun,” Mei-Ling informs him, voice frosty, but she kicks out a chair for him anyway. “So you’re here for a private lecture.”

Akande sinks gracefully into the chair, automatically angling himself so the sun gilds the edge of his face. Mei-Ling raises an eyebrow, but chooses not to comment as he arranges himself to his best advantage. “I’ll gladly cover your lunch and lodgings for the duration of your stay,” he offers, disarming smile sliding into smoothly charming. “I’m sure that more than you’ve been given for some of your other lectures, Ms. Zhou.”

 “Dr. Zhou,” she snaps back, and though she’s barely half his size, for a moment Akande feels his smile freeze on his face. Before he can recover, she’s gesturing imperiously in his direction, “You can have your lecture in return for some collateral. Give me your arm.”

“I left my gauntlet as to not alarm you–”

Mei-Ling tuts. “Not your gauntlet. Your arm.”

For the second time in barely as many minutes, she gives Akande pause. It’s not well-known that the arm supporting the gauntlet is a prosthetic, and without it he’ll be unbalanced and missing his dominant hand. He’s still a formidable opponent, but it would give Mei-Ling a clear advantage in a fight. It is, he thinks, quite a clever thing to ask for. 

“You’re not as sweet as you look,” he tells her, voice admiring, and rolls up his sleeve to get at his arm’s attachment points.

This, finally, wins him a small, satisfied smile. “You forgot my PhD,” she tells him, as if this is reason enough to divest him of his entire right arm. Considering his own not-inconsiderable pride, Akande thinks it’s a perfectly fair point.

“For which I apologize, Dr. Zhou,” he replies, and offers her his arm. When she takes it, she doesn’t waver under its weight. 

Akande feels some strange warmth swelling in his chest as she sits back and gives him another small smile. “I suppose you’re forgiven,” Mei-Ling says, and begins, “Since we’re currently in Oasis, I’ll start with a primer on desert ecology…”

[daisyjm75]

Ok, but seriously. How do you manage to like.... life... when it's so freaking cold in the winter where you are??? I'm ready to hibernate when it gets below 30*F.

Oh sweet little warm blooded Nonny! It is true, I live in the Great White North and while it does get a bit frosty here from time to time. I have managed to live many years surviving in the tundra.

Sharing body heat with a friend is a great way to stay warm through the long cold Canadian winters😉

Also, you don’t feel cold when you’re drunk 🍻

[inevitably-johnlocked]

i never see top lock anymore, and i get why— but do you have a list of sherlock being dominant? i love when he’s possessive over the people who he loves.

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: do you have a master list of toplock?? i just love seeing sherlock jealous of possessive over john :)

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: do you have any possessive smut fics with sherlock topping? (or just rough sex in general) i really love jealous sherlock.

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Hi, do you have any top!lock stories? It can be fluff, or smut. I really was in the mood for some top Sherlock, and if you could maybe some Jealous top!lock too. Thank you very much!

Hey Nonnies!

I hesitate to say you’re all the same nonny, but the wording is very similar and these all came a few days apart. If you aren’t please accept my apologies, for that and for the delay; when I get fic requests for fics I know I have a decent amount of, it takes me awhile to go through all 1000+ of my bookmarks to pick fics to rec for y’all. That said, I know I don’t have EVERY fic I have bookmarked with toplock in it, but I do have a few already tagged, so that’s what this list is for you today

Hope you enjoy, and as always, lovelies, please add your own fics or recs to this list! haven’t added ALL my fics with toplock in it, nor fics with switchlock (that will be a separate list when the time comes), so I’ve definitely missed some fics I’ve recced in the past

TOPLOCK

See also:

Omegaverse

Jealous & Possessive Sherlock 

Possessive Sherlock Pt 2

Husband by jinglebell (E, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Multiple Orgasms, Fluff) – Sherlock orgasms when John refers to him as ‘husband’.

Caught in the Act – by Mycroft by ShirleyCarlton (E, 2,040 w., 1 Ch. || Unintended Voyeurism, Mycroft’s POV, Blow Job, Humour) – Mycroft had only planted the camera for Sherlock’s own good, simply to keep an eye on his little brother and make sure he was alright. He hadn’t quite meant to see his brother this content, however… Part 4 of Caught In The Act

Stay by msdisdain (M, 3,561 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Angst / H/C, Bed Sharing, Nightmares, Blow Jobs, Anal) – John’s nightmares are nothing new. Sherlock’s inability to ignore them, however, is.

Wasted Hours by songlin (E, 4,973 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || O!John/A!Sherlock, Pining, UST, Angst & Porn) – John is respectful. John keeps his distance. He doesn’t look at Sherlock when Sherlock decides trousers are for dull people. He doesn’t breathe in and savor it when Sherlock flings himself onto the couch first thing in the morning, wafting alpha scent, dressing gown settling around him in a cloud of blue silk. He doesn’t linger when he’s piecing Sherlock back together after a fight, even though he’s half-dressed and beautiful and right there. He can ignore it. He can control it.

See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981 w., 1 Ch. || Oral / Anal Sex, Food, PWP, Fingerfucking) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure. So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

Caffeine and Adaptive Programming by DemonicSymphony (E, 5,540 w., 1 Ch. || Androids AU / Bond Fusion || Android Sherlock, Coffee Shop AU, Pining John Hinted Bond / Q, Toplock) – Sherlock is a coffee shop android slowly falling for a regular customer. But he’s not supposed to be able to feel emotions.

The doctor is in by PlainJane (E, 7,581 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Sex Therapist, Anal, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock is a young alpha with an aversion to his cycle. John is a gender medicine specialist. Nothing could possibly go wrong… Part 1 of Doctors and detectives

Just Like That by sussexbound (E, 8,442 w., 1 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, French Kissing, Anal, Emotional Lovemaking, Enthusiastic Consent, Tenderness, Crying John, Bathing/Washing, Insecure John, Toplock) – John doesn’t want to talk anymore. He wants. Oh dear god, how he wants. For the first time in what feels like years he WANTS.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by “accident”, it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

And if you say the word, I could stay with you by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,842 w., 1 Ch. || Domestic Fluff, BottomJohn / Topping from the Bottom, Fluff and Romance, Dirty Talk, Proposals) – What Sherlock thinks is, On the day I die, be it in a dirty alley at forty or in my bed at eighty, the last thing I will remember is tonight, the way you looked at at me on the snowy pavement, cheeks pink with the cold, breath puffing in frosty white clouds, your heart in your eyes and snowflakes in your hair. I will remember that single perfect moment in my life, that moment I knew I had everything I ever wanted, and whatever happens next, I will die content. What he says is simply, “Marry me.”

Take My Breath Away by Quesarasara (E, 14,240 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional H/C, Angst & Fluff, Toplock, Smut, Lingerie) – Sherlock opens his eyes and looks at his friend—his best friend—and slowly tips his chin down until his forehead rests softly against John’s. They stay that way for a long moment, lips just a whisper apart, warm puffs of air mingling as each of them struggles to breathe. It’s no wonder they ended up here, really, locked in this breathless moment balanced on the cusp of something new. They’ve spent years taking each other’s breath away…

The Palmyra Atoll by elwinglyre (E, 16,609 w., 3 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence / Episode Fix-It, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapped John Watson, John Whump, Evil Mary, Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Toplock, Limited 3rd John POV) – As John’s preparing for the wedding, Sherlock is preparing to have his heart broken, and Mary is prepared to do the unthinkable. Intervention required. Enter Sherlock. Set before Sign of Three with a far different outcome. John is drugged, kidnapped, and left on an island, but not just any old island.

Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w., 6 Ch. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Jealous Sherlock, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they’ve made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.

The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl by out_there (E, 32,897 w., 1 Ch. || Past Drug Use, Blowjobs, Toplock, Mentions of Switching, Rough Sex, Background Cases, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock’s Sexual History, Experienced Sherlock, Past One Night Stands, Fingering, Cuddling, Possessive Sherlock, Paris Holiday, Bed Sharing, Naked Lie-Ins, Bathing Together, Confessions, Worried Sherlock, Laying in Bed All Day, Meddling Mycroft, Naked Lazy Day) – Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John’s head.

The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm (E, 35,663 w., 20 Ch. || Alternating POV, MollyxJohn [Molly pines for John], Public Sex, Casual Sex, Obliviousness, BAMF!John, Awkwardness, Angst & Humour, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Molly sees John in a new light and realises that she may have hitched her horse to the wrong wagon…or something like that. John pines for Sherlock and worries what he will think if he ever finds out. And Sherlock doesn’t know what Molly’s up to…but he knows he doesn’t like it.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways, Needy Sherlock, Wings) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

Bloody But Unbowed by BeautifulFiction (E, 43,211 w., 8 Ch. || Abduction, John Whump, Mild Torture, Background Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Post-TRF / S3 Rewrite, Hurt/Comfort) – When a familiar argument threatens to destroy the last remnants of John and Sherlock’s failing friendship, both men are left questioning their worth to one another. Before either of them has the chance to make amends, circumstance intervenes. John is left at the mercy of his abductors, and this time, he’s not sure Sherlock will bother coming to his rescue.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w., 14 Ch. || Character Injury, Introspection) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

Uphill by scullyseviltwin (E, 77,750 w., 18 Ch. || Olympics AU || Sherlock POV, Skier!Sherlock / Medic!John, Rivalry, 2014 Olympics, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is striving for gold in this, his fourth and final Olympics as a downhill Alpine racer.

Secrets and Revelations by Hisstah (E, 83,535 w., 9 Ch. || Sentinel / Guides Omegaverse AU || Adventure, Violence, Anal / Oral, Omega!John / Alpha!Sherlock, Case Fic, Politics, Mild DubCon) – Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he’s kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes. Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock? Part 1 of Secrets and Revelations

Secrets and Revelations by Hisstah (E, 85,535 w., 9 Ch. || Sentinel / Guides AU, Omegaverse, Aventure, Violence, Anal / Oral, Omega!John / Alpha!Sherlock, Case Fic, Politics, Mild DubCon) – Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he’s kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes. Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock? Part 1 of Secrets and Revelations

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,869 w., 26 Ch. || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, H/C, Dub Con, Humour) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

[helpersofindie]

I saw the tyler posey and groot request and it was really impressive. I was wondering if you would please be able to make some gifs where it looks like Sebastian stan is doing magic or witch related stuff for my oc 😁. Please and thank you❤️

I made that set! Thank you for your nice words. I’ll give it a try, stay frosty nonnie ♥