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deepbatched · 2 years ago

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Hello! Thank you for tagging me, this is so exciting! ^^, tho i don't have a lot of WiPs published, i do have a lot of them in drafts, and a bigger majority of them in spanish, so i will do a little translation magic for you!

my words: tear/tearing, false, blanket, sweet, ground (any form)

Tear/Tearing: Golden Cage | bbc!Sherlock Holmes x OC

A small plea, a very desperate one would Sherlock think because of the way she was holding her breath after confessing as if she knew what he was going to say. But she didn't know. She fell hard for him, right after sealing her past, body and heart within an oath of eternal celibacy in the belief that no other being was worth her scars. No other but Sherlock Holmes.

“But I know, as a matter of fact, that you would never feel the same for me, and I'm at peace with it”. She nodded to herself as a reassuring gesture. "I'm happy the way we are, you running everywhere and me following behind is enough for me to…" she didn't want to end the sentence, she was not strong enough.

"Love me?". But he was. "Would you believe me if I told you, Ophelia, my silent cloud, that even though I refuse the idea of me being just human, I am", as if his words caused a relief in her soul, she gasped in awe.

They had recognized their feelings for each other, what's next now? Both of them asked for themselves.

"I'm not ready for lies" Ophelia said with desperation in her voice. She was tired to be seen as a charity case, to be the person waiting to be fixed because of being different.

That was the same reason Sherlock adored her with such immensity, there was nothing broken, so there was nothing to be fixed in the first place.

"Therefore, I'm not lying", he was tearing down his façade, revealing the face of a men in love, the spectrum of it torturing his most rational self, yet he remained in exposal to make her see they were the same.

False: The Last Echoes | Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

"Wait," she commanded on the other end of the cliff, the mid-sunrise barely kissing the skies of the early dawn, afraid of the end. "Will I see you again?", she breathed out, drawing Obi-Wan's attention.

He looked at her longingly as the stars died their shine over the sun behind her, admiring her nocturnal beauty, trying to capture every glimpse of her before leaving to still have her, to simply immortalize whatever they had and hold the memories to remember for the uncertain fates; not knowing how to respond to that. They were both so used to playing hide and seek none of them imagined it couldn’t continue forever, that one day it would come to an end.

Her eyes darted from his face to his blue lightsaber, both weapons were the only light they could perceive from the other, the only thing that made them able to see each other’s face. Her crystal clear eyes glistened, repressing her tears to the idea of goodbye, seeing her like this was tearing Obi-Wan’s spirits down.

She was a witty brat and an alluring warrior; an impertinent talker and a heavy-hearted soul. And for all of that she was loved, however, loving her now meant betraying what little he had left of the Jedi Code in him. Even dissolved, he still had duties, he still had promises to make and things to give up.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to respond, sound not to be heard as she interrupted.

"Don't say anything," 'was it a change of mind?' He asked himself worriedly, but her Force signature reassured him. "If you're still alive, when your duty is over, meet me. I will be searching where you hide, I promise,” she cried a single tear, feeling weak and helpless.

Even now, in the verge of extinction for the Jedi, he couldn’t escape from responsibility, he was still living a life he couldn’t ignore. Regardless, he gave himself a little hope, a piece of peace to move forward, to keep day-dreaming with a life that he didn’t want to accept would never come; by nodding fervently to his desired lover’s request in their unknown farewell.

“I will”, he promised with emotion bursting out of his voice, “I’ll see you”, smiling to convince his favorite renegade there was no sadness, he lied to himself with their false delusion.

"Don't forget me". Her request endeared Obi-Wan's heart with sufficient love to endure years to come, like sweet nothings he wanted to fill her with the same care as his loved one. But even if he wanted to, he didn't know how.

Blanket: Clair | Stephen Strange x OC

"Where is Mr. Strange?" Claire asked, catching her breath after running over the whole explanade for him.

"No foolish worries Claire, he will be joining us in a moment," The Ancient One said calmly.

"Tell me she didn't do it again" she murmured to Mordo who just looked at her and nodded. Claire sighed heavily.

It was not the first time that The Ancient One had used unusual methods to encourage her students, Claire's first year as the Sorceress Supreme's successor apprentice was the most chaotic, not only for her but also for a large list of apprentices, sometimes ending fine and other times it was a complete disaster.

"You want me to go get him?" Claire asked Mordo using her telepathy.

Mordo took a step forward, anticipating his partner, being returned by The Ancient One, who truly believed in him. The brunette understood that she had to let him surrender to the fact that he could not control everything around him in order to know what power really was.

Without more she began to observe some sparks, Claire smiled watching as a Stephen on the verge of hypothermia crossed the portal, the man looked at the three figures that rose before him. Claire approached like that first day and held out her hand to help him, he hesitated again before finally taking it but seeing on her face that there were no double intentions on her part, he was able to take it without much difficulty.

"I told you so." She squeezed his arm lightly to lift him up, Strange groaned this time. The Bearer of Light was able to observe something that she had not seen before, the scars on his hands, as soon as she saw them she understood everything "Don't let it afflict you, you are doing well", she managed to praise before his face turned serious when he noticed that Claire had seen his hands.

Claire tore out one of her own hairs and transmuted it into a comfortable blanket to try to cover him from the cold of Everest. She did the motion to cover him up herself at seeing his state, he accepted it without a word trembling, avoiding at all costs finding in her gaze perhaps the first hint of prejudice or pity. However, she was really beginning to genuinely care about him.

Sweet: Silhouettes | Stephen Strange x OC

“Pfff, I was born in the wrong era” Stephen gazed at Cartimandua, who laughed shamelessly at his words, incredulous and amazed by his daring option of phrasing. Remembering all the moons she had seen pass before her eyes thinking the same.

“And what do you think my opinion is on the subject?”, she inquired curious about what his next words would be, too busy sipping her cup to bother on looking through his mind.

“You were born in the right era, just think about it for a sec,” they both kept staring blankly at each other expecting a reaction, until Stephen got tired of waiting and continued his train of thought. “Old guys with long beards, all boring know-it-all bastards sitting in chairs of stone and then you pop up out of nowhere and into the world. You, so full of light, you, so full of new judgment, revolutionary you. And I was born in the wrong place and wrong time to see you blow their brains off with your ideas in my stone chair eating grapes and wearing sheets as a T-shirt”

Cartimandua, not knowing if she was too drunk for her own good or too moved by Stephen’s words to actually move some inches away from him, had her eyes glued to the Eye of Agamotto, unable to keep staring at his eyes so full of truth and genuine admiration for her. The way they both were blushing and

“No one ever said to me something so sweet” she held her coat with a strong grip in her chest, letting herself feel the tears rolling down her cheeks, Mephisto never in the entire millennium she had with him, ever talked to her with those deep emotions of admiration and respect.

“That's why I think I was born in the wrong era, I would have told you all of this but in Greek” they both smiled to each other, Stephen pulled himself onwards to put his head against Cartimandua’s forehead. He sincerely wanted to turn back time and help her have the life she deserved, now everything was cursed, because he didn’t have the Time Stone anymore.

Ground: Clair | Stephen Strange x OC

"Why do they call you Bearer of Light?" He asked in a serious tone, he didn't want to make the fight monotonous.

"If I tell you, will you fear me afterwards?" Strange analyzed his own response to her as she struggled to break free.

Claire took advantage of that small moment of weakness and wrapped one of her feet between his legs, she raised hers making him fall backwards, but Strange did not release his grip so she fell on him, Claire freed herself before his groans by invoking with the Eldritch magic a whip. She waited for Strange to recover and get to his feet, always respecting the right to fight for his own life.

"What are your real powers?" This confused Claire, why all the interest?

"Did you get tired of asking Mordo?" Strange smirked, summoning the same whip Claire had in her hands, she smirked at him arching an eyebrow, she liked to see that he was learning.

"He hides a lot of things, but you're transparent." Claire nodded, it was true. "What are you to Kaecilius?" She widened her eyes at Strange's question in surprise.

Claire strode over, ducked and kicked him down, Strange fell to the ground a second time, almost instantly regaining his composure and lashed out at Claire, entangling her leg and knocking her down just the same. The brunette dropped scratching her left cheek, managing to make the dark-haired man believe that he had her dominated and then kicked him in the chest, Strange staggered, extending his free arm to maintain his balance, Claire knelt down and punched him directly in his jaw undoing the whip he had on her.

They were both breathing heavily, he massaging the affected area.

"You're good at fighting." Strange said still dazed from the blow.

"Do you really want to know?" He stopped in his tracks for a moment, she stared into his eyes. Strange slowly nodded seriously "If you take me down, I'll answer whatever you want", she smiled at him with amusement, while he took a weapon from the armory, she wanted to win fair without her relic.

Currently I just have Silhouettes (i'm editing the first chapter still:c) and The Last Echoes as published and ongoing on my blog, thank you for letting me share some of my writings.

Find the Word Tag!

Tagged by @residentdormouse and I sure am delighted! My words are: Playful, Energy/Energized, Exhausted, Delight/Delightful, Sorrow, and I'm putting the first one second because it's smutty :) It was HARD to find 'sorrow' in my stories! Edit: and somehow no Steve! Whoops. Tag me again :P

I'd like to tag: @ronearoundblindly @themaradaniels @peyton--warren @baba-fett @sobeautifullyobsessed @bakerstreethound and @deepbatched (spreading around the fandoms/characters hehe! I hereby state that if you don't have many WiPs to use stories you already have published!)

Your words are: Tear/Tearing, False, Blanket, Sweet, Ground (any form)

From 'Joined By the Waters of Time,' Anthony Bridgerton/OC | ENERGY

“I beg pardon, Lady Bridgerton, I did not see you,” Cara said hastily, rushing to stand so she could dip into a greeting curtsey.

“Do not be concerned,” Lady Violet said with a brisk head shake. “I was pleased to see you awake and looking well, but you seemed contemplative, and I did not wish to disturb you.”

“I have bad experiences with thunderstorms,” Cara explained.

“Meanwhile, my brother loves them,” Daphne laughed. “He will probably jest that your dislike of them is part of your ‘involuntary resistance.’”

“What is this?” Lady Violet asked, setting her sewing aside and walking over.

Daphne looked disconcerted. “His remarks were made in frustration, of course, with an eye toward explaining his lack of success, but…” she paused, brows furrowing. Cara imagined she was searching for a diplomatic way to explain their conflict.

“Until recently, I was engaged in a campaign to match your son with my cousin. As such, I exerted my energy in redirecting his attentions away from myself whenever possible.”

She had to congratulate herself on her forthrightness, which would hopefully take any pressure off of Edwina if there was still any question of their match. What she hadn’t expected was Lady Violet’s surprise. It hinted at the idea that their invitation had always been centered around herself, and not a choice between cousins.

“So is there voluntary resistance, as well, then?” Lady Violet’s voice was amused, and she broke out into a wide smile when she saw Cara’s attempt to prevaricate. “Poor Anthony.”

From 'Iron Helix,' Tony Stark/OC | PLAYFUL

“A judicious retreat. People respect a decisive leader, but not one that clings to a losing position. Give in.”

He was definitely moving incrementally nearer. She yearned to close the distance, but his words were weighted. The only thing that would be worse than being rejected, Evie realized, would be to have been rejected after she got to have this. That’s why she followed Tony’s example and grabbed a handful of the blanket on the bed beside her and looked him right in the eyes.

“Which option are you asking for?” she said, feeling like she had a responsibility to signal her certainty that he’d reject her.

Tony’s nose brushed her cheek, and his breath danced across her lips. “The one where you trust me,” he whispered, hoarsely. “Yield, Hyacinth. It’s easy, watch--”

--and with that, his lips met hers, one hand tearing away the bunched-up blanket at her hips to drag her underneath him. Tony went from teasing to beguiling, putting all his sensual powers of persuasion to bear on her.

Evie was on board, raising her bare leg and angling her foot across his backside, locking him in place. He ran the flat of his hand from her hip, across her chest, and along her arm, linking their fingers together and slamming them into the mattress.

She loved kissing, and it was obvious Tony did too. He was really good at it, dominant but not domineering, playful, not afraid to show her he was affected and enjoying himself. And if she’d thought his ability to wreck her without using his hands was heady enough, she was completely seduced by him now. Their combined hands were a proxy of the push and pull of their bodies; Evie rolled her hips in response to the drag of his lips and tongue, and he ground against her, pressing his hardness right where she wanted it.

From 'Trust Fall,' Tony Stark/OC | EXHAUSTED

It’s not long after takeoff when a flight attendant comes over and asks Emory if she’s the person pictured in the article on her phone. She’s already shell-shocked and exhausted after telling her friend and colleague that the organization he’s been risking his life for is infiltrated by literal bad guys. She’d told Clint while still hanging underneath the helicopter, but once they were inside, the atmosphere was too tense to tell anyone else. Agent Rumlow and his team had lost two guys and a few more were wounded. They’d all been furious and demoralized, and that was without knowing the secret about HYDRA’s infiltration.

“Miss?”

“I’m sorry, it was a long day,” Emory says. She feels stretched, like keeping a secret this impactful can multiply in a person’s system until the infection takes them down from within. “Yes, that’s me, but what--”

“You were the one in the cave with Tony Stark?” The young woman’s excitement dampens as she frowns at her phone. “He-- he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No!” Emory says, deeply confused. “What--”

She grabs the phone, and it’s a testament to what she sees written there that the flight attendant doesn’t protest.

From 'Diminished Seventh,' Stephen Strange/OC | DELIGHTED

“Surgeon. You did say that.” Amy let her legs slide down from where she’d drawn them up against her chest. “Why aren’t you anymore? Were you looking for a way to cheat death?”

The question was fraught, but the words had already left her lips. Explaining why she wanted to retract them would be more painful than pushing through.

“No,” Stephen said. The word bore more weight than it ought to, she noticed. “I was injured. My hands.” He didn’t hold them up, instead toying with the tubes of the stethoscope absently. He shrugged, and again, she sensed weight there, a great loss bandaged up in shrugs and sarcasm. “I lost that job, needed another one.”

His hidden sadness made Amy again yearn to see what he looked like pleased, contented, happy, joyful, delighted. She wanted to collect his emotions, mix and match them, be able to conjure them on demand. The strength of it shook her.

While she was reckoning with that, Stephen leaned over and pressed the stethoscope to her chest. Amy seized up, too vulnerable to want him quite so near, not with those thoughts only a breath away.

“I thought you said you were feeling bet--” He cut himself off, pulling his hand and the medical device away. “You are afraid of me.”

“I don’t know how to feel,” Amy said defensively. It was the honest truth, and as such, felt too revealing by half.

From 'A Solution More Beautiful,' Remus Lupin/OC/Sirius Black | SORROW

“Soup would be a great dinner idea,” Remus said, resting his arm on the back of the couch. “Even though Sirius detests soup. It’s almost as if his mother trained him to be some sort of anti-soup crusader.”

“Which actually means she fed him soup every day while yelling at his technique, more like,” Elodie said, laughing.

Remus looked at her with a curious expression on his face. “Sirius talked to you about his mother?” he asked, clearly very surprised.

Elodie’s heart sank. She’d slipped up with her unnatural knowledge again. She decided to deflect with the truth. “No, he didn’t,” she said. “I just remember the subject of his mother came up, once, and his reaction was so negative I just extrapolated from there.”

Remus made a wry face and looked down at where his hand was playing with a fraying thread from the couch. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up there, but he’s got a lot of baggage from his parents, and it would be a powerful thing if he felt he could unload some of it.” He looked up at her, and she could see the depth of his caring for his friend reflected in the sorrow in his eyes. “He had a warped view of family dynamics even before Azkaban.”

“We’re his family now,” Elodie said. She had tried to say it with firm conviction, but she yawned halfway through. “Damnit. I meant to sound more badass there. Like a final line before a commercial break.”

“The funny thing here is I can’t tell which is a typical Elodieism and which is a product of pain medicine and sleep deprivation,” Remus chuckled.

Trust Fall and Diminished Seventh are here on Tumblr!

#i have just realized a lot of my wips/fanfictions are with stephen #but this was ultimately fun #i almost got excited by some of them again #sorry if some of them weren't as interesting #two of this are abandoned wips

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